Page 23 of Working the Lode

Valenzuela called out, “Do you like your woman’s teats?” He yanked her chemise down below her breasts and they popped out obligingly, bobbing buoyantly in the hot still summer air. Valenzuela cupped them aloft for all to admire, and to his right shoulder Jack began to massage his own crotch, leering. “You are very lucky to have such a well-endowed woman.”

Bowmaker only closed his eyes and leaned against the rock, seemingly defeated. Every time Zelnora squirmed, her bottom rubbed against his erection, directly up and down the length of it, almost purposefully. Valenzuela began to wonder whether he could hold out until they extracted their information. It would be most grossly shameful if he ejaculated without even taking his cock out of his calzoneras. Such a thing had never happened before!

“Where is the gold câched, pretty woman?” Valenzuela said into her ear.

“I cannot tell. It is not my gold. I don’t know where it is,” she said over and over.

“Tell me where the gold is hidden, and I will let you and Bowmaker go right now,” he moaned in her ear. He needed to maintain the pretext he had his sights on the gold still. It wouldn’t do to let Jack know he’d been run off the rails by the sight of the white woman’s firm tits.

“I tell you, I don’t know.” Her voice had softened, was not as harshly angry as a few minutes before. “If I knew I would tell you. Why don’t you just rob Ward Brannagh? He’s the one with all the money.”

Valenzuela chortled into her ear. “Very sly of you, mi mujer bonita. But you have already told me you loathe Señor Brannagh.” Although her idea was a good one he had thought of many times before. He just didn’t want his face to be known yet in these parts. He needed to be able to move freely into various communities before he struck.

And then he noticed. Bowmaker, leaning against his rock with hands tied behind his back. Bowmaker gazed at the couple with a disgusted snarling upper lip and narrowed eyes, yet…His enviable penis had obviously lifted the crotch of his buckskins, engorging and filling the delectable leather with savory plumpness. He seemed to almost defiantly thrust his erection at Valenzuela—perhaps daring him to manhandle him instead of the woman?

The woman said, “It doesn’t matter that I loathe him. The fact remains he is the richest man around. If you let us go I will tell you how to get into his safe.”

Valenzuela could now clearly view the swollen head of Bowmaker’s cock under the tight leather. His cock was so stiff it stretched the leather as it elongated against his hip, exposing another couple of inches of the robust base where it jutted proudly. Had the mountain man been alone so long in the Rockies he had developed an entirely perverse set of morals and desires? Perhaps he had become accustomed to fondling other men. The idea so aroused Valenzuela that he jerked Zelnora off his lap and tossed her at Jack.

He was careful to tighten his serape about his torso as he sauntered over to the doctor. After all, it was more expedient to torment the man who knew where the câche was than waste time with his flame, who may be sincere in not knowing. Expressionless, he reached out and tweaked one of the deliciously hard nipples, hoping none of his men noticed his fingertips caressing the compact muscles of his shimmering pectoral. The man’s hips seemed to twitch, and his nostrils flared with hatred. A wave of lust rolled down Valenzuela’s chest, stiffening his own penis so suddenly he could feel a drop of semen ooze from the tip. He had never touched another man in a non-violent manner. Yet an overpowering part of his brain screamed at him to bend his knees and suck that exquisite nipple into his mouth, to nibble till the man moaned with pleasure, until his prick dripped semen from its bulging tip as well.

His voice wavered a bit when he said, “Now we shall see how you take to having your debauched body mauled.”