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FIC: Howdy Sherriff #20 for adtya
Author: Ylith
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sean is a Sherriff with a need to blow off some steam, so he visits to local saloon for one of the more “discreet” whores. (You heard me…wild west WHORLANDO!!)
More Night Watcher next, needed a break from La Angst
The spurs adhered to the heel of his worn leather boots clicked loose against the dry ground as Sherriff Sean Bean walked with an easy gait to Viggo’s. The Dane’s place was the establishment to visit for a stiff drink and a loose woman. Sean didn’t want a woman though, but as he pushed through the swinging doors of the dimly lit saloon, he was sure he’d find something to sate himself.
The smell of smoke and whiskey was heavy in the air, partly from the broken glasses on the floor and spilled drink on the long counter which expanded across the back wall. Sean recognized the Dane’s blonde shock of hair tucked behind his ears, His sleeves rolled to his elbows and the muscles of his forearm corded as he rubbed the wooden countertop dry from the mess of one overly inebriated customer.
The men directly about him froze a moment when Sean entered, all wary of their Sherriff’s presence in what the local religious types referred to as “a den of vice and sin.”
Sean ignored them, advancing to the counter, both hands resting atop it as he fixed Viggo with look of disinterested inquiry. Viggo looked up at him, a brow quirking and his lips pursing in recognition.
“Sherriff,” he said with a nod of the head in recognition. “What brings you to my humble establishment?”
Sean’s tongue glided over the side of his upper teeth, peeking out between his lips as he leaned down with both elbows on the counter. His head tilted to the side, his emerald eyes peering up at the shaggy bartender from under his Stetson.
“It’s been a long week, Viggo,” Sean said, his voice sliding between his lips in an easy drawl.
Viggo continued to wipe at a glass with a dirty rag, cleaning off the fingerprints and mouth smears of previous customers. He nodded in understanding about the sheriff’s plight, his lips still pursed with a twitch of amusement. “So I’ve heard, Sheriff,” he said, continuing to lazily wipe the glass before setting it down and selecting another.
“You got anything for me then?” Sean asked, his eyes fixed on those of the saloon owner’s. “Something special, like before?”
Viggo’s lazy grin broadened, his blue eyes flashing as he set first the glass down, and then the grimy towel which he had been using to dry it. The man rested his broad, long fingered hands down onto the worn countertop, looking up with his tongue pressed against the inside of his lower lip. “I think I just might,” he said without a crack from his amused smirk. “I take it you are looking for that old remedy from before?”
Sean nodded. “Is the price still the same?”
Viggo raised his hands in a gesture of welcome. “You know I offer you any service you require, Sheriff…consider this a thank you for keeping out that competition from New York City.”
Sean straightened, his thumbs hooking in the loop of his gun belt strapped low on his hips. “Mighty generous of you, Mortensen.”
The other blonde man nodded, gesturing with one gracious hand towards the staircase as he reached into his pocket with the other. “Just up the stairs and at the end of the hall…I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed.”
Sean tipped his hat to the man and turned on his heal, his spurs chinking against the wood floors with every precise step. Around him, men shouted for drinks and attention from the whores. The girls walked around with their chemises open, their breasts bare to hands and eyes. They hung off the men in a desperate attempt for attention, for cash. Sean was not moved by their pleading eyes or seductive fingers. He shook his head, reminding them to mind their place when in his presence. He passed through the smoky room, the plunk of the piano flittering through the background.
The stairs would have creaked under his feet if the rest of the joint hadn’t been so loud, and Sean walked at an easy pace with one hand on the banister. Several girls stepped out of his way as he went, their eyes darting down to the stairs as they shied towards the wall.
This was not the first time that Sean had been to one of Viggo’s discreet rooms. Granted, it was a rare thing indeed, especially as Sean’s particular sexual tastes were not looked upon with approval by the majority of the population of the dry town. He knew of a few other higher ranking officials that had visited the room as well, and as it was, it had been the mayor that had suggested offhandedly that he visit Viggo’s saloon.
“His got a new pretty,” he had said. “Wild, so I’ve heard.”
Sean didn’t know if he wanted wild, but he needed to relieve himself. He approached the last door on the left, finding it bare of the whores and their clients as usual. He didn’t bother to look over his shoulder and see if anyone was watching him, he merely turned the handle and entered.
The room inside was bare except for a rumpled, no furniture or wall coverings tried to mask the room’s one and only purpose. A plum of smoke rose from the side of the bed, spilling between lush lips and fogging over dark eyes that looked up at Sheriff Bean with amused intrigue.
The boy rested on his side, propped up by one elbow, the other hand holding a cigar which now rested between his lips, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard on the fat length. More smoke seeped out from between his lips, a straight dark brow cocking as he looked up and down Sean’s body. When he spoke, his voice was as velvety as that white smoke.
“Howdy Sheriff.”
Sean looked his slender body over with an approving eye, his face not betraying any emotion as his eyes glided over long legs cased in dark worn trousers, a smooth chest visible beneath an open shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His head was topped with a coon skin cap, the fur covering most of his dark hair.
But he was a pretty sight indeed. All big doe eyes and olive skin. Sean hardened as he looked down at the little pretty, his cock as interested as he was. He grinned, the corner of his mouth raising in approval.
“Well damn, Sheriff…I never did take you for a queer!”
Sean’s smile faded a little at the youth’s teasing tone…disrespectful tone. Sean was a man that believed in order, and respect. Without respect, there could be no order, and no law…and as Sheriff, Sean was a law abiding man.
“What did you just say?” Sean words were even, his eyes fixed on the youth.
The young man reached back, stubbing the cigar out against the wall before tossing the rest into the corner of the small room. The stench of sweat and semen was thick in the stale air, and Sean wondered how many men the kid had ever “entertained.” He looked fresh, not like the other whores.
The boy grinned, playing with the tail at the side of the coon skin cap. “Didn’t you come to stick it up me then? That’s what you lot usually want when you come in here.”
His voice was still silky, but Sean did not appreciate the mocking tone that was far too evident in it. He continued to bat his long lashes at Sean, that doe eyed look having evidently worked in his favor in the past. Sean stepped closer, looking down at the beautiful boy. The cheek that he caressed was smooth and hairless, just like his slim chest. Sean wondered where a smooth boy like this got the balls to speak to him in such a disrespectful manner.
The boy’s head jerked to the side when Sean backhanded him across the face. His head whipped, the boy letting it stay in it’s place for a moment as he absorbed the slap and considered it. He raised one hand to his face and rubbed his throbbing jaw.
Those big doe eyes rolled back over to Sean, his hand reaching up to his coon skin cap and removed it. He placed the cap on the bed beside him, his brows raising at the recent event. “I take it you don’t like to be called a queer Sheriff?”
Sean didn’t bother nodding, his deep voice steady as he said, “That is correct.”
The youth nodded, reaching for his shirt buttons. “You still intending on buggering me then Sheriff?” he asked, batting those doe eyes with that previous cockiness that had earned him a slap. Sean decided the boy was either stupid or unused to being put in his place. He didn’t respond, ignoring the youth’s question as though he hadn’t asked it.
“Take off your clothes,” Sean ordered, reaching for the buttons of his trousers.
The young man began to open his shirt, baring the rest of his chest and belly. He had wide nipples, a darker color than Sean’s own, the little buds hardening from the air of the room or his own excitement.
“My name’s Orlando,” the boy said, his voice husky as he spoke as he drew the shirt down both his arms, settling it beside his cap. He then reached for his trousers as well, laying back to push them down his slim hips.
Sean snorted, pulling his cock out of his trousers and stroking it to bring it to attention. “I didn’t come here to learn your name, whore.”
The boy Orlando paused momentarily before raising his knees to push the trousers all the way off his long legs. “That’s right…did you want to bugger me from the front so you can ‘see me‘ while you fuck me?”
“You aint my woman” Sean pointed out. “Why the fuck would I want you missionary? Get on your stomach.” Sean spat into his hand, lowering it to his now stiff prick.
“Would you rather I just suckle your prick…or would that make you a queer?”
Sean slapped the youth again, and this time the boy didn’t seem to like it. He raised a fist to strike Sean back but the larger man gripped him by the neck, squeezing as he threw Orlando back against the bed.
“I wouldn’t do what you were thinking, darling,” Sean seethed, his thumb stroking the throat he held pressed to the bedding, the young man no longer squirming beneath him but instead looking up at his with distain. “You don’t want to strike a man of the law…you want your daddy finding out you suck cocks for a living?”
Orlando grinned, his thigh raising to rub against the blonde Sheriff’s cock. “You may not like being called queer, Sheriff, but your prick says otherwise.”
The corner of Sean’s mouth twitched at the youth’s continued insolence. He lowered his head, and Orlando tilted his own as though he expected to be kissed. “You need manners, boy,” he said, releasing the hold on the young man’s throat to flip him over onto his belly.
Orlando yelped as he was turned, his composure cracking slightly.
“Will you teach me, Sheriff?” he asked, daring further still to be insolent. “The mayor liked to spank me like a babe when he stuck it in me.”
The boy gasped with a sharp intake of breath when he was penetrated, Sean’s buttocks tight as he pushed further into the whore’s body.
Sean watched the boy clutch at the sad, lumpy pillow with both hands, his knuckles white from the desperation of his grip. He cried out with short whimpers as Sean thrust into him with short powerful jabs of his hips, every muscle in his body tight even as he tried to relax.
Sean stilled himself long enough to reposition himself for better leverage. He pushed the whore’s legs together to keep him tight, straddling the backs of his thighs before pushing in to the balls. He began to thrust again, his hands coming to rest on either side of the boy’s chest.
Orlando gripped the bedding, breath wheezing through his nose and between tightly clenched teeth. His back arched when his hole was stretched so tight he must have been afraid it would tear. Sean was a careful man though. A controlled man.
“You gonna show some respect now boy?” Sean rasped, His hand splaying on the small of the young whore’s back.
Orlando cried out when Sean thrust hard into him, the little jerk of his buttocks feeling divine around his prick. He thrust up, and this time the boy mewled in pleasure as Sean rubbed at his insides.
“Not so sassy now,” Sean grunted as he continued his punishing pace.
The boy shoved himself up, throwing Sean off balance in a last act of rebellion. Sean swore he could see the boy’s doe eyes looking over his shoulder at him with a wicked grin.
Sean recovered himself quickly and thrust brutally into the whore, grinning victoriously when that grin was replaced by a furrowed brow and weak gasp.
The blonde man continued slamming his cock into the young man, the muscles in his neck and jaw tense as he went. He could tell that he wouldn’t last much longer, but he wanted to be able to get deeper into the beautiful creature’s body, feel him clench about him. Sean moved to the side, listening to the youth pant hard as he tried to recover from the fucking he had been receiving only seconds ago.
“Get on your knees,” Sean ordered as he moved back. “Up…get up…get on your knees.”
The boy scrambled to do as he was told, sliding his knees beneath him to let his rump stick up in the air. The young man kept his legs together until Sean ran a hand between the taut lengths, stroking the soft skin before pulling one thigh to the side. Orlando took the hint and parted his legs to make room for the other man to rest between them. Sean could feel warm thighs through the cloth of his trousers when their bodies came to fit together, and he wasted no time in re-sheathing himself, noting the youth’s squeak of pleasure as he was penetrated.
Sean took hold of firm thighs, keeping the boy close so each thrust dug into his body as far as the Sheriff’s prick could reach, his balls slapping against a lily white ass. He thrust hard and steady, his own breathing soon ragged from the strain of fucking the stuffing out of the male whore.
Orlando was moaning and whimpering beneath him, all small, panting breaths and white knuckled fists which clutched the bedding. He whined with a moan as Sean sped up the pace, thrusting in and out of the tight channel until the young man’s whines turned into cries accompanied by jerks of his slim hips.
Sean cursed as he thrust in hard, his warm seed spurting out from his cock and into the body of the whore. His hips thrust in spasm, and his eyes rolled back and his head drooped as he sought to calm his breathing.
Once he was collected, Sean pulled out of the youth, fastening his trousers before standing.
Orlando groaned, his buttocks now bared completely to Sean’s eyes reddened, the crease sullied with the good Sheriff’s spilled seed. The whore shifted on the bed, his greedy fingers reaching for his trousers from which he removed another slim cigar and a box of matches. He turned onto his back as Sean buttoned his shirt and straightened himself.
“You have one mighty powerful cock, Sheriff,” the whore said, lighting the cigar and inhaling deeply.
“The only time I want you to open your trap,” Sean said in a calm, even tone. “Is when I’m gonna put my prick in it.” He adjusted his gun belt and looked down, gripping the young man by his inky black curls. “I shouldn’t have to tell you not to tell anyone about this.” His voice was hard, and without room for question or discussion. The whore smiled sweetly up at him, sucking in another drag of his cigar with a hollowing of his chiseled cheeks.
“Would you like me better if I was a woman…Sheriff?” Orlando asked, his voice impish and his eyes again with their cocky sparkle as he watched the blonde man walk to the doorway, his spurs chinking against the wood floor.
Sean paused with his hand on the door. “I wouldn’t like you if you were a woman.”
“But you do like me.”
Sean didn’t answer, and he caught the boy whore’s triumphant smile around the cigar between his teeth right before he closed the door.
The End