While Hoyt was gathering brush and dry limbs for a fire, Buck was wallowing in the red dirt, even before he went to the creek for a drink.He had his c...ffee on to boil and was getting Buck’s feedbag out when the Buckskin walked up and stood next to him. While Buck was eating his oats, Hoyt drank his coffee and chewed a mouthful of dried beef.He always knew when Buck was finished with his oats. The big Buckskin shook his head from side to side, then lowered his head so Hoyt could take the strap. By all means, pull on them and set yourself free, but know that you will tear her apart in the process."I relaxed. Vikkor had been smart enough to keep me in line by putting Chloe in a position that she would get hurt if I fought. Damn. "What do you want Vikkor?"Tanya continued rubbing on my cock, though I started to wilt with the thought of hurting Chloe. Carrie returned to my side, my mark still floating over her chest. Why would she continue to help Vikkor if she was bound to me? A different. ” And with that, he reached out and grabbed my dick. I felt a hot rush of blood and knew that it would be hard within a few seconds. Dad gave my dick a couple strokes, and sure enough I got hard as a rock. “Damn, boy,” Dad actually sounded surprised. “It looks like you’ve inherited your daddy’s big dick. It’s almost as big as mine, and you’ve surely got a few years to grow yet.” That comment made my embarrassment falter and I felt some confidence and pride fill me. And, well, there was. Openly hostile to men in public, combative about her ability to inflict pain and boastful of her tolerance for torment. We have an open challenge as to which of us can break the other. She failed to score in round 1. Tomorrow is my chance to tip the scale in my favor”“And what methods do you have at your disposal to inflict torment?”“Name it. Canes, whips, quirts, cat-o-nine-tails, paddles, straps, a Pear of Anguish, restraints, violet wands, just about anything you could ask for in a dungeon.