Brokeback Wildilfe Refuge, Part 2

“What the hail are you boys up to?”

Luke backed away from Cody’s ass, stumbling to pull up his own overalls as he faced the wrath of Mr. Booty himself. The man’s face, normally so composed and telegenic, was nearly apoplectic with rage. “You all are supposed to be watching the border, not fucking like goddamned rabbits!”

Cody fell backwards onto the sleeping bag and scrambled to pull his thermals back up. With the tent door open, Luke was quickly chilled through.

“Sorry, Mr. Booty,” Luke said. “We was watching, really. But there ain’t nobody coming out this way. Not a TV reporter or a po-lice. It’s like we don’t even matter.”

“Vigilance is essential,” Booty said. “You never know when they could swarm in on us with their SWAT teams in their Humvees.”

“I saw a birdwatcher a few hours ago,” Cody said, sitting up and facing Booty, his long johns cockeyed over his slim waist so that Luke could see a thin line of tender flesh between them and the ribbed white T-shirt. “He had them long-range binoculars, spying on us like we were some exhibit at the zoo.”

Cody’s overalls were still pooled at his feet, but he couldn’t get them up without standing, and there was no room in the tent for that.

“And you let him get away?” Booty demanded. “That calls for some punishment, boy. That and you all derelicting your duty out here.”

“Yes sir,” Cody and Luke said simultaneously.

“You, boy, get out there and patrol the perimeter,” Booty said to Luke. “And if you see anybody you come a running.”

Luke grabbing his shearling coat and stumbled out of the tent.

“What about me?” Cody asked.

“You need to learn who’s in charge around here,” Booty said. The sound of his zipper coming down sounded as loud as an airplane engine to Cody. With one meaty paw, Booty pulled his thick penis out and fisted himself a couple of times, moving the foreskin up and down. “Suck it boy. Suck it like you mean it.”

He leaned forward, his T-shirt riding up in back, and took Booty’s dick in his mouth. “It ain’t a toy there,” Booty commanded. “Show me you’re a real man and you know how to suck another real man’s dick.”

“Yes, sir,” Cody said, mumbling around the big sausage in his mouth. He relaxed his throat as much as he could and leaned forward, swallowing the older man down to the root. He sucked until he choked and tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

Booty whipped his belt out of his pants. Then he leaned over and shoved down the waistband of Cody’s thermals, exposing his ass to the cold air.

Whap! Booty’s belt stung against Cody’s ass. He tried to rear back but Booty had his head pressed down. Whap! The belt stung again and again as Booty fed his tube into Cody’s throat. “This’ll teach you a lesson, boy,” he said. “You want to be part of the Booty Militia, you play by my rules.”