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The Last Damsel: A Male/Male BDSM Western Tale!
By bondagehunks | August 1, 2008
“How many times have I told you to keep your nose out of other people’s business?”
It was a rhetorical question. One Kyle wouldn’t have bothered to answer even if he hadn’t been gagged.
“Time and again,” Bright let his back hit the wall then slid down to sitting on the dirt floor of the broken down cabin. “I say, it’s none of our business, Kyle. But you never listen. You see a sweet young thing in trouble and you just can’t walk away, can you?”
Kyle shifted on the bed, tugging at the ropes that held his wrists and ankles behind him – not expecting to break free, just giving Bright a nudge to get on with it already.
Bright wasn’t about to be rushed. “Remember when we were sitting on that porch, enjoying our cigars and that man was annoying that woman and I said, stay out of it, Kyle. What did you do? You got right up and went to her rescue. And look how that ended up. With me robbing a bank and you in a situation just like this one.” Bright ran an almost loving hand through Kyle’s sweat soaked curls. “You know, I’d feel a little jealous – you rushing to rescues all those fair damsels in distress – but I know it’s just how your mama raised you. Raised you to be a gentleman. To always stand up for a woman in trouble.” He brushed the hair away from Kyle’s blue eyes, nothing the lack of humor he found there. “But it never turns out good, does it?”
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