We drove up to the Bermann place and through the snow I noticed a light was on inside.
Damn, I thought this place was abandoned. The smell of burning firewood filled the air.
Trooper Dennis got out, opened the door and reached in grabbing me by the shoulders.
Git on in, Jones.
I didnt know anyone was living here, I said.
He said, I am.
With one hand dominating my shoulder and the other a shoving a cigar into his mouth, he stuck his huge black booted foot out and kicked the door open.
A burst of hot air hit me.
He pushed me toward an old couch in the middle of the room facing the massive stone fireplace.
I fell, face first, into a pile of dirty laundry. I heard him slam the door. I was face-to-face with the front of a pair of white cotton briefs stretched obscenely at the crotch. My nose breathed in the thick spunk of man sweat.
He grabbed me up from the dirty clothes and set me up on the edge of the couch.
I heard the police scanner in the corner of room crackle to life and the dispatcher talked about heavy snow warnings for the NC Black Mountains above 4000, an elevation we were already well above.
Dont sound like were goin nowhere.
He pulled his troopers hat off his thick head and the heavy jacket off his thick body and moved over to where I sat. His legs bowed as much as I remembered them, accentuated now by his height and mass.
You know, Jones, I havent forgotten the ribbin you and your buddies used to give me. I joined the Marines after you left the mountains, you know.
So what? I said sarcastically.
Ill show you so what, Jones, you punk. This is between me and you, now, he said and lights the cigar hanging out of his mouth.
I hear you suck cock down in Charlotte. That true, Jones?
Howd he hear that? My head races.
I always knowd you was queer, he says turning his head to the side, a half smile on his thick face, looking straight at me.
I looked away confirming what he said wordlessly looking down at the hard, rough hewed wood floor.
Thats what I thought, he said, the smile complete; his lower lip rose up to cover his top and stretching the cleft in his chin. I was looking at the cigar between his grossly oversized fingers and beyond them, the black NC trooper boots that went up to his calves.
He turns away and toward the fire. He flicks the small bit of cigar and couple of logs on the fire and goes over to the wall by the stairs leading up to the loft to kill the light burning there.
His outline in the fire caught my attention. He was solid. If he wanted to bash me now there wasnt anything I could do to stop it.
He kicked off one, then the other boot and walked over to look out the window.
Sure is snowin now. Shes gonna be a big one. His voice wasnt as rough now.
He picked up a box from the table grabbed another cigar and lights it.
You know, Jones, I learned a lot in the Marines. I learned how to fight and how to care less about shitholes like you. He was towering over me again and blew a long stream of smoke into my face.
Look Dennis, I suck and I was wrong to give you a hard time when we were coming up. Ive learned a lot too about being a better person. I was wrong and Im sorry.
Fuck you, Jones.
He shoved the cigar into his mouth and pushed my face into his crotch.
My face smashed into a mass under the skin of his uniform.
When I saw you goin up the mountain, I said to myself, Im either gonna crack his face with my fists or bust him open with my cock, he said.
My face was buried in the fabric of the uniform held there by his massive paws. He stepped back and I sucked air into my lungs and strained against the handcuffs that held my arms behind my back.
He took one hand, grabbed the cigar and held it next to my cheek.
You see, Jones, you might not know this but my bowed legs dont tell the whole story. You know those horses I used to ride? These legs are good for two things, riding and housin a horse cock. You boy, are gonna service me and before the nights over, you aint gonna be walkin right.
He pushed me back face down on the couch and tore off the thick black belt around his waist. He took out a large knife and cut a hole in my jeans. I looked around and see the belt clenched between his teeth. He drops the knife, reaches down and with both hands rips a giant hole in my jeans exposing my ass.
Sweet ass, Jones; just like I remembered it.
In an instant, the thick belt is in the air and coming down on my bare ass. SMAK!
I arch my back and try to cover my ass with my cuffed hands.
Dennis grabs me by the cuffs and lifts my ass up in the air. SMAK!
Im immobilized. SMAK!
STOP! PLEASE!
He pushes me back down and Im face-to-face with his dirty briefs again. A moment passes.
I hear something tear and feel him pull my head up with his bear-like hands. With the other, he pasted a wide piece of duck tape over my mouth.
You pussy, he says, and pushes me back down.
SMAK! SMAK! SMAK!
Hurt boy? I turn my head and see him; the tip of his tongue clenched between his teeth, as the belt rises up and slams back down onto my bare ass. SMAK!
Tears run down my face; Im literally unable to speak; unable to protest.
He stops and I hear nothing. The next things I notice is the heavy, hot, weight of something drop onto one of my ass cheeks. Hes kneeling behind me.
Feel that boy? He growls.
What the fuck is it, I wonder, but shake my head in the affirmative. I feel something, thats for certain.
He crawls off and grabs my hair with his massive fist. He pulls me up and Im face-to-face now with his waist. Through my tears I spy what looks a huge hanging mass of hose. As the tears dry in the heat of the room and pain of his beating of my ass subsides, the outline of his cock in the flickering light of the fireplace becomes clearer.
Through the tape covering my mouth I gasp.
Dense brown hair at the top of his thick pubic bone is the start of the thick and fleshy half-human, half-horse cock that hangs down between the broad expanse of his legs.
