The Rendezvous

Written By: D’be-D’be


Luke couldn’t take much more of these endless nights pleasuring himself. If he couldn’t be with Colt real soon, he thought he’d crawl out of his skin in frustration. Every time he looked at the young drover or every time the two were in close proximity of each other, it took all of Luke’s self control to stop the familial stirrings in his groin. They were to far from a town to slip away and all Luke could see in front of him was miles and miles of wide-open spaces with the operative word being wide open. He’d have to think of something however, because he also knew by Colt’s recent behavior, the younger man was feeling the same frustrations.

The first incident occurred when the young man picked a fight with Flapjack by spitting out the food and telling him it wasn’t fit for cattle consumption let alone human consumption. Flapjack insisted on disciplining the young man for his rudeness and after seeking permission from Luke, Flapjack laid five hard swats on the young man’s behind then made him do the dishes.

That humiliating project, because Colt figured it was beneath his status as a drover to wash dishes, just set off another round of bad behavior. He almost set a stampede in motion when he decided he was bored and began target practice with a group of cactus that sat in the middle of the field. Luke gave him a good scolding for that, he took his gun away and Colt had to write a one-page paper on the dangers of a stampede.

The final straw was when Colt left his post to go fishing in a small creek they came across. Luke noticed the herd was thinning out. When he looked behind him to see what the problem was, he noticed two of his drovers had to leave their position in order to haze in a group of cattle that had gotten away because no one was on flank to watch them.

Luke turned his horse around and yelled out, “Where the hell is Sanders?”

“I saw him going down that grade where the small creek was found, Boss. Maybe he went after a stray or something,” one of the other drovers answered the Trial Boss.

“That better be it, if he knows what’s good for him,” Luke mumbled to himself as he made his way to the creek. What he saw made his blood boil. Instead of finding Colt herding in a steer or two, he found his young Brat leaning against a tree with his hat on the back of his head, his boots off and in his hand a makeshift fishing pole made from a hickory rod and a piece of string. ‘Well, boy.’ Luke thought to himself. ‘In one minute that fishing rod is going to be used for something entirely different that fishing.’

“COLT!” he yelled out. “What in the hell do you think you’re doin?”

“Fishin, boss. I just had to get away and well, I thought it would be nice to have fish for our evening meal.”

By this time, Luke was off his horse and towering over the young man who continued his leisurely adventure without even taking the time to look up at his Top. “Did you ever consider the consequences of leaving your position in the herd? Those cattle are all over the place.”

Colt’s frustration was at the breaking point as he stood to face Luke and began to yell out in a temper tantrum. “ I don’t give a damn about those stupid cows! I hope they all run away, then maybe I could do what I want to do instead being a babysitter for those stinky stupid animals!”

Luke pulled the fishing pole out of Colt’s hand, picked him up and carried him over to a tree stump at the edge of the creek bed. He sat down at the same time he was pulling down Colt’s pants and underwear, placed Colt over his lap, then proceeded to give him a solid spanking on his rear butt with the fishing pole.

Colt did his best to struggle out of Luke’s grasp when he picked him up but discovered his futility as he looked down at the ground while getting his butt smacked. “OWWWW! OWWWWWW! Luke that hurts! OWWWW! Please, I’m sorry! Please stop! OWWWWW!”

“What are you sorry for, young man?” Luke asked to see if Colt knew why he was being disciplined.

“I broke the rule about being disrespectful to you and the other drovers. Please, Luke, that switch hurts. Please stop!” Colt was crying deep sobs by this time.

Luke threw the switch down and lifted Colt off his lap. He held out his arms, which Colt accepted with gratitude. “Okay, baby. It’s over. Calm down now and relax.”

“Oh, Luke, you really laid it hard on me this time. Why?”

“Well, Cowboy, you’ve been misbehaving for a few days now and I let it slide for awhile. But leaving the herd to go fishing was the final straw. You know better than that, baby. Why did you do it?”

“Oh, Luke, I’m so…so frustrated at not being with you, I’m going crazy. I know what I’m doing is wrong but it seems I can’t help myself. And another thing, I’m getting mighty tired pleasing myself night after night. You just gotta find a way that we can get together!” Colt was clinging to Luke with all his might as a new batch of tears began to flow from his blue eyes.

“Oh, I know what you’re going through, Cowboy. I want you up, down and sideways. If you promise to behave I’ll try and work things out, okay?” Luke gave his young Brat a deep passionate kiss to seal his promise. Colt kissed him back with equal passion before he left Luke’s lap and gingerly pulled up his clothing. “Are you going to be able to ride, Cowboy?”

Colt heard the concern in Luke’s voice. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’m tougher than I look.”

That night at camp while the rest of the drovers were either eating or playing poker, Luke was looking over the trail map. There was no town in site for at least five more days. He knew he and Colt couldn’t hold off that long. When he spotted a mountain range about half a day’s ride from here, an idea struck him.

“Hey, Flapjack. Since you’re running low on supplies and it’s still a few days before we hit a town, what do you say I go up into those mountains and get us some fresh game?”

“I ain’t…..” Flapjack stopped himself in mid-sentence as he noticed the pleading in his friend’s eyes. He started again. “You know, Boss, that would be an excellent idea, but I don’t like the thought of you going up there all by yourself. You never know what or who you may run into. You better take someone along just in case.”

“That’s a good idea, Flapjack.” Luke looked around the camp, to give the appearance of deciding whom to take. His eyes fell on the smiling, anxious face of his Brat and Luke smiled back. “Hey, Colt, how good are you with a rifle? I need someone to come with me to hunt fresh game for Flapjack.”

“Gee, Boss, I can shoot a big buck down with one shot and not even break a sweat.”

“I take it that means you’re experiences with a rifle.”

“Ya, that’s what I said!”

“Okay. Pack your bedroll because we’re going to be gone overnight, get a riffle from the supply wagon and meet me by the horses.” Luke did his best to keep his voice as casual as possible. Only Flapjack could hear the excitement in the Trail Boss’s voice at the thought of finally getting a change to be alone with Colt.

On his way to his horse, Luke also stopped by the supply wagon and picked up his own riffle, bedroll, and a lantern. Flapjack met him there with a saddlebag containing some food and a bottle of wine he had stored for special occasions.

“Is there also a paper bag included in with these goodies?” he asked Flapjack, remembering how thoughtful the cook was the first time Luke and Colt were together by supplying Luke with some lubricant.

“You know you can count on me, Boss, to add a special treat.” Flapjack gave a knowing wink to the Trail Boss.

Luke laughed as he leaped onto his horse and waited patiently for Colt to say his good-byes the other droves before making his way to his horse. After giving the Ramrod some final instructions and with a promise that they would catch up to the herd in a couple of days, the two men went off ‘hunting’

Luke had considered waiting until morning but looking over at his Brat, he knew he just had to have him. Besides the moon was out big and bright which would help guide their way.

The men made easy time up to the mountain range. It was a pleasant journey. The men laughed and flirted with each other all the way there. When they reached the base of the mountain, Luke gave his horse reins to Colt and told him to wait there until he went up a bit to see if he could find them a place to lay their head. He didn’t have to go far. Just a few feet up a steep incline, Luke came upon a cave. He lit the lantern to make sure no one else was occupying it. Finding it bare with no signs of life, he yelled down to Colt to secure the horses and come up with the supplies.

When Colt saw the cave he became a little hesitant. “Ah, did you go in there and check things out, Luke?” he asked nervously

“Sure did. Why?”

“You didn’t come across no bats, did ya?”

“Bats? No, I didn’t see any bats. But then again, I only went in a short piece.”

“Well, go further in and check everywhere because I ain’t going in there if there’s bats, no matter how horny I am!”

Luke began to laugh as he did as his Brat told him. He took a hold of the lantern and walked about a quarter of a mile into the cave. He looked up at the roof of the cave and in every nook and cranny. No bats! He exited the cave to grab the supplies. Colt was about to help when Luke ordered him to stay where he was. Luke reentered the cave, laid out the bedrolls, the wine, bread and cheese Flapjack packed, then placed the lantern on a boulder that served as a bed stand. Next he exited the cave once more, walked over to Colt and swept him up into his arms. “Now, Cowboy, I’m going to give you want I promised; up, down and sideways!”

Colt threw his arms around his lover and gave him a passionate kiss. His eyes misted over as he witnessed the romantic setting Luke had prepared. “Oh, Luke, I love you!”

“I love you too, Cowboy!”

The two lovers grabbed at each other in heated passion, pulling their clothes off while kissing at the same time. Luke laid Colt on his back and reached for the paper bag. After began to prepare his young lover but Colt was too excited and impatient to wait to long.

“Just put it in me, Luke. Please! I can’t wait! I want the feel of you inside me.” Luke did as he was asked and Colt gripped the crumpled damp bedroll as Luke’s hard shaft continued to pummel deeper and deeper. Just when Colt was about to come, Luke slowed down his pace, refusing to let things end to soon for his young lover. Colt lifted his legs and spread them wide and bit his bottom lip as he felt Luke’s balls rub against him with each downward thrust. ‘Damn, he’s hung like a bull,’ Colt thought to himself.

“Like that, Cowboy?” Luke whispered in a deep seductive voice that was honey to Colt’s ears. Colt just nods because the sensations he was feeling at the present time made him unable to speak. Luke chuckles as he pauses and leans down to kiss Colt tenderly. “You’ve been waiting a long time to feel me inside you again, haven’t you, Cowboy?” Luke teased when Colt’s body trembled as he arched up trying to get Luke to stop talking and start moving again. “Tsk, tsk!” Luke teased once more with one of his most magnificent smiles as he still refuses to move. “I asked you a question, Cowboy.”

“Oh yes, and it was worth the wait! You feel amazing and hot and so hard!” Colt moans. “Now stop talking and fuck me like you promised.”

Luke smiled, his dark eyes sparkling. “Well then, I can’t be breaking that promise, now can I?” he asked as his penis delved forward, slowly massaging Colt’s prostate teasingly.

Another moan escaped Colt’s throat as his whole body jerked upward to meet the slight thrust of Luke’s hips. “Faster!” Colt gasped when he felt his erect penis jutting painfully against his abdomen as his legs were lifted even higher and Luke continued to push in and out of him, slowly, teasingly. Colt reached for his aching penis but Luke brushed his hand away.

“Not yet!” Luke whispered as he leaned forward, sandwiching Colt’s penis between their stomachs.

“Please…” Colt whimpered. “I’m so hard that I’m going to explode soon even if I don’t touch it.”

Luke chuckled again as he placed wet gentle kisses along Colt’s neck. Luke’s pace began to increase, his hands lustfully roaming down Colt’s sides to his hips where they dig into the tender flesh, holding Colt in position as he started to thrust into him hard and fast.
Luke leaned over and his tongue flicked out at one of Colt’s hardened nipples before roughly sucking it into his mouth.

Colt squirms beneath him as the pace increased until he heard Luke growl out as his orgasm hit. At the same time Colt was being filled with Luke’s semen, he too came to a climax, spraying his semen all over Luke’s belly. Colt clutches at Luke’s back, not wanting this moment to end. Colt smiled when he felt Luke gently dislodge himself from Colt’s body. Colt rolled over onto his side, figuring that was it for now.

Luke moved to cuddle up against Colt’s back, placing soft kisses along his shoulder. Before Colt knew it, Luke was fully sheathed inside him again, this time from behind. Luke lifted Colt’s right leg with his hand giving him more accessibility as he started a slow and steady thrust into Colt.

“ Again so soon?” Colt smiled in amazement and let out a gasp when Luke brushed against his prostate.

“I promised you up, down and sideways and I’m a man of my word,” Luke whispered into Colt’s ear as he gently nibbled on it.

Luke thrust in harder and deeper, his way eased by his spilled semen from just minutes before. “You’re so tight!” he growled in Colt’s ear as he lifted the right leg higher as he maneuvered and angled his body so that his thrusts would go deeper into his young lover. “I love it!” Luke stated as he nipped at Colt’s shoulder. His other hand slid under Colt and pulled him back against him even more.

“Luke!” Colt gasped as Luke rammed into him, his hand slowly sliding from Colt’s waist down along his stomach. Luke’s fingers wrapped around Colt’s shaft and Colt jumped as if a lightening bolt hit him, it felt so good.

“Come for me, Cowboy!” Luke growls in Colt’s ear as he stoked him harder and faster. Colt’s body tensed and as if on command Colt obediently sprayed into Luke’s hand. Luke laid soft kisses on Colt’s neck as he erupts inside him once again.

It was minutes before their breathing returned to normal. Colt looked over at his lover lying next to him and thought how beautiful he was and how lucky he was that Luke had come into his life. Luke smiled as he raised up and caught Colt looking at him. Luke leaned over and brushed a stray damp strand of hair from Colt’s forehead, tucking it back in place. He leaned down and kissed Colt, his tongue darting into Colt’s mouth, tasting and devouring him.

Somehow, Colt knew this night was not even close to being over. Luke pulled his young lover on top of him as he positioned his penis at Colt’s dripping entrance. “Didn’t think I was through with you, did ya?” Luke teased. Colt moaned as he was entered for the third time. Luke can’t get better than this.

The next morning Colt awoke wrapped in Luke’s arms, just where he always wants to be. He didn’t want to move but he saw the sun through the cave entrance and knew they better get some hunting done before getting on their way and before a rescue party comes looking for them.

“Luke! Come on, Luke! Wake up! It’s morning already!”

“Mmmm…go back to sleep, Cowboy.”

Colt began to shake Luke who just rolled over onto his stomach and fell asleep again. Finally seeing no other choice, Colt sat up and shouted, “STAMPEDE!”

Luke shot straight out of his bedroll and was halfway into his boots before he realized where he was. He sat back down and began to laugh. “You little brat! You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Well, you wouldn’t wake up so I had to do something. Come on! We gotta get some hunting done.”

“Hunting? Oh ya, hunting. In a bit! Come here, baby, and give me some sugar.”

Colt giggled as he slipped back into Luke’s arms and once again they made slow passionate love, leaving them both satisfied and spent. They lay in each other’s arms for another half-hour until the sound of Colt’s grumbling stomach moved Luke into action. He gathered some wood and made a lovely campfire. He pulled out some cold beans from the saddlebag that Flapjack gave him and they ate a hardy breakfast. After breakfast they undid the camp and went hunting for some fresh meat.

They were rounding a corner when Luke put his hand up. Colt stopped in his tracks and waited in total silence. Luke turned his head and with his hand gestured that he spotted a mountain lion. The big cat was growling and spitting at Luke which caused Colt’s stomach to turn in fright. He cocked his rifle just in case, as did Luke. Luke pointed towards the cave, letting Colt know to move back. Colt turned to retrace his steps when he heard the loud growl from the lion and a rifle crack from Luke, then a scream.

Colt turned back to find the mountain lion dead on the path, but he couldn’t see Luke anywhere. Panic started to set in as he began to shout. “Luke! Luke! Oh God, Luke, where are you?”

A voice from below weakly called back, “I’m down here!”

Colt knelt on the edge and spotted Luke lying face down on a rocky ledge about twelve feet down. “Oh God, Luke, are you alright? Are you hurt bad?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe some broken or bruised ribs because it hurts when I breath. But, Colt, that’s not our major problem.”

“Oh, really? Then what is?”

“This ledge I’m laying on isn’t too stable, so it won’t hold the weight of another man.”

“Oh God, Luke. That means I can’t go down and get ya.”

“There’s no foot hold either. You couldn’t get down even if you tried. This is what you have to do. Since you can’t pull me up by yourself, you’ll have to go back to the camp and get help.”

Colt was crying as he looked down at the love of his life lying there so helplessly. Colt felt helpless as well. “Oh, Luke! I can’t leave you hear all alone. What if another mountain lion comes around or something? It’s going to take me at least two hours to get there and then two hours back. Luke, that’s four hours! I don’t want to leave you alone for four hours!” Colt was really sobbing at this point.

“Listen, Cowboy! You have to get control of yourself. I need you to be brave and clear-minded now. Okay?”

Colt took a couple of deep breaths to control his tears and the fear creeping up his spine as he answered, “Okay.”

“Good! Now we both know that’s the only course of action. Now git! The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll be back. Don’t worry! I’ll be alright. I’ve been in tighter spots before.”

“Do you have your rifle?”

“Ya, it came down with me. Now stop worrying and go! And ,Cowboy….”

“Yes, Luke?”

“Always remember how much I love you.”

“Oh, Luke,” Colts voice broke again but he did his best to push back the tears. “I love you so much and don’t you forget it! I’ll be back, so hold on.”

Luke heard the sound of Colt’s boots as he made his way down the path. He closed his eyes and tried to move into a more comfortable and safer position, but a sharp pain prevented him from doing so.

Colt came flying into camp screaming and yelling. By the look of his horse, he had been riding hard. “Help, guys! Luke needs help! He fell off a cliff and he’s hurt and I couldn’t get him myself! He’s all alone up there, so hurry! Please hurry!”

“Easy boy! Calm down and take a deep breath!” Vince Perry replied.

“Vince, there’s no time for that! Please hurry! The Boss is up there and I saw signs of another mountain lion. Come on, guys! Butt those saddles!”

Vince put his hand on the young man’s shoulder and began to bark out orders. “Flapjack, get your medical kit and bring the wagon. Mr. Morgan probably won’t be able to drive his horse. Joe, Phil, Tony, get ropes from the supply wagon and follow me. Pete, you and the other guys stay with the herd. Okay, kid! Do you think you can lead us back to where the Boss is?”

“Come on! Follow me!” Colt began to jump on the same horse he rode in on but Vince stopped him. “That horse looks mighty tired. It may be wise for you to saddle up a fresh one.”

Colt knew Vince was right. He quickly saddled a fresh horse, and then they were off. Colt tried to keep his emotions in check. The last thing he wanted the men to see was how really upset he was. Luke wouldn’t want that. Besides he promised Luke he’d be brave and clear-minded and that’s exactly what he was going to be. The drovers rode hard and they made the mountain range in less that two hours. Leaving Flapjack to take care of the horses, the men made their way to their Trail Boss with Colt in the lead.

As they approached the spot Luke fell off, Colt began to call out his name. “Luke! Luke! Can you hear me? It’s Colt! I made it back with Vince and the other guys, Luke.”

“What took you so long, kid?” Luke shouted up, a chuckle in his voice despite the pain he was in.

“Hey, Boss!” Vince looked down at the Trail Boss. “That’s some fine mess you got yourself in.”

“Ya think so, Scout? Never mind the bright observations, just get me off this damn ledge.”

“Hang in there! We’ll bring ya up in no time flat,” Vince replied. He turned to Colt. “Kid, you’re the lightest so we’re going to put this rope around you and lower you to the Boss. Take this other rope and, as gently as you can, place in under his arms and secure it. Then pull yourself into him and hold him as tightly as you can so he won’t bang around to much as we pull him up. Do you think you can do that?”

“No problem! Let’s do it!”

“Oh, kid, one other thing. Flapjack gave me this stuff to give to the Boss. It will help ease the pain a bit while we carry him down this mountain. Make sure he drinks it before we start pulling him up, got it?”

“Ya, I got it. Now let’s get moving ‘cause it’s starting to get dark.”

It was a rough ride but they managed to get Colt down to the ledge with hardly any difficulty. Colt gave Luke the liquid to drink then as gently as he could, he placed the rope under Luke’s arms as Vince had instructed him to. He told Vince to pull on Luke’s rope a bit so Colt wouldn’t have to lift him up himself. Luke moaned in pain as the rope began to hoist him off the ledge. Colt reached out and pulled the injured man’s body to his. He didn’t want to hold him to tight, but he wanted Luke to know he was safe and secure.

“Okay, Vince, start pullin!” Colt yelled up to the Scout. He held Luke close and kept whispering loving, comforting words in his ear all the way up the cliff. The pain became unbearable for Luke and thankfully he passed out. They carried him slowly down the mountain and then placed him in the wagon. Flapjack did a quick examination and discovered there were no broken bones or ribs; thankfully, they were just bruised.

“He’ll be sore for a few days but he’ll live; nothing serious to worry about, boys.” Flapjack was talking to the whole group but he looked at Colt and gave him a reassuring wink. “Colt, could you ride in the wagon with him and keep him secure? It’s going to be a bumpy ride. Here give him some more of this medicine, it will make the ride more bearable.”

“Sure, Flapjack, what ever you say.” Colt bolted into the supply wagon in one jump. He sat against the backboard and gently pulled Luke up so his head was resting on Colt’s chest and Colt place his arms around Luke’s waist and took a hold of his hands.

Luke came to just as the wagon began to roll. The pain was still intense but not as bad as it had been on the ledge. He felt strong arms holding him close and knew without even opening his eyes that it was Colt. He could hear the strong pounding of Colt’s heart in his ear and realized how frightened the young man must have been. “Hey, Colt?” Luke spoke. He cleared his dry throat then continued, “How’s it going?”

“Oh, Luke, oh God, don’t do anything like that to me again. You had me scared to death.” It was hard for Colt to speak with the lump in his throat

“Well it’s not like I did it on purpose, you know,” Luke managed to tease.

“Well if you had of, Trail Boss, you would have found yourself over my lap back at camp,” Colt teased back. He was so happy Luke was feeling good enough to partake in a little light banter.

“I’d love to see you try that,” Luke retorted then let out a moan as he tried to shift to a more comfortable position.

“Ya, that would be something to witness, eh? Here, Boss. Take some more of this medicine of Flapjack’s. It will help.”

“I don’t want any more of that. It tastes like shit.”

“Flapjack says you have to take it, so take it or I’ll yell out for him.”

“Oh, I’m shaking! I can handle Flapjack.”

“Listen, Boss, Flapjack is about the only one who would put you over his lap for not following his doctoring orders, so if you want to chance that go ahead. If not, be a good boy and take your medicine.”

“No!” Luke stubbornly stated.

“Fine! Have it your way. Hey, Flapjack! Flapjack, Mr. Morgan won’t take his medicine!”

The men jerked forward as the wagon came to a sudden stop. They could hear the mumbling and complaining coming from outside as Flapjack made his way to the back. He flipped open the cotton flap and stuck his head in. “What’s this I hear about someone not wanting to take his medicine!” the cook spat out in a huffy tone.

“Mr. Morgan is being a bad boy, Flapjack. He refuses to take the medication you so painstakingly prepared for him.”

“Oh he does, does he? Well, we’ll just see about that!” Flapjack climbed aboard and took hold of the bottle and spoon. “Alright, Boss, this is your last change to open your mouth and take what’s good for you. If you don’t, I’ll get the kid to hold your nose and I’ll pour this down your throat. Furthermore, if I have to do that I’ll take it as a sign of disrespect and disobedience. We both know what happens in that case.”

Flapjack and Colt held their breaths as they watched Luke absorb the older man’s words. They could tell he was trying to figure out if Flapjack was just pushing his weight around or he really meant what he said.

Unfortunately for Luke, he came to the first conclusion. He looked over at the cook and said, “You wouldn’t dare!” He knew the instant he felt Colt’s fingers on his nostrils holding them close so he couldn’t breathe, that he had made the wrong choice. He held out as long as he could but the pain in his rips and the need to breathe forced him to open his mouth. He began to gag and curse at the same time as Flapjack put the tip of the bottle in his mouth and poured some of the foul-tasting liquid down his gullet.

“There now, young man. Let that be a lesson to you that I mean what I say. When you’re feeling better you will also find out I don’t make idle threats either. You and I have an appointment to keep.”

Luke was so angry he didn’t even trust himself to reply in case he said something he would regret later. He just glared at his friend with stubborn pride.

Flapjack left the wagon as he came in, mumbling and cursing to himself about ungrateful pups and how unappreciated his services were to the drive.

Colt looked down at the man he still held in his arms and kissed him on the top of his head.

“Don’t do that, traitor!” Luke stated, but Colt knew he was still teasing.

“Sorry, Boss, but I gotta admit to you that I’m more afraid of that old man than I am of you at times.”

Luke tried to laugh but the pain in his ribs cut him short. “I know what you mean, kid.”

“Luke? He really didn’t mean it, did he? I mean he wouldn’t really spank you, would he?”

“With Flapjack, anything is possible.”

“You wouldn’t let him, would you?” Colt asked in surprise.

“Well I’m not going to offer myself willingly, but if he manages to get me in a position that I can’t get out of, I won’t fight him.”

“Oh, I’d love to see that!” Colt giggled as he put a hand back on his backside and gave his pants a rub, remembering the last bout of discipline he had been subjected to.

“I bet you would, Cowboy,” Luke chuckled as he closed his eyes. The medication was beginning to work. The rest of the journey was made in silence. Colt also closed his eyes as he snuggled Luke closer to him.

Two weeks past and Luke’s ribs were all mended. He had spent the first few days in the supply wagon, but soon he was on the mend and back on his horse. Every time he came in contact with Flapjack, the cook never mentioned ‘the appointment’ so Luke figured it was just Flapjack being Flapjack when he uttered that threat of discipline. He was wrong!

It happened on a Saturday night when all the boys were given free rein to go into town. They earned it. Before they left, Luke made them promise to do their best to stay out of trouble. They all whooped a ‘yes sir’ as they rode out of camp. Luke even insisted that Colt go into town as well and have a little fun with his friends. At first Colt didn’t want to go without Luke but then again a night on the town away from Luke’s watchful eye may be fun, so he gave in and set out with the rest of he drovers. That just left Luke and Flapjack to watch the herd.

“You ain’t going into town, Flapjack, and meet up with some beautiful women?” Luke innocently asked

“I may later but right now you and me have a rendezvous of our own.”

“What…what are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I told you I was going to lay some discipline on you and as you know, I’m a man of my word.”

“Oh come on, Flapjack, get serious!” Luke stated nervously.

“Oh, I am serious! Dead serious! Now get your butt over here!”

At first Luke hesitated. He told Colt if this matter came up he wouldn’t fight the older man, but now faced with the possibility of being over his lap, he wasn’t so sure.

“Well, come on! Let’s get this over with!” Flapjack growled.

Luke let out a sigh then slowly walked over to where Flapjack sat on the corner of the supply wagon. “Do you want me to drop my drawers, sir?” Luke asked.

“That won’t be necessary. Now assume the position, boy.” Luke resigned himself to his fate and drooped himself over the cook’s lap. “Now, young man, do you know why I’m doing this?” Flapjack asked as he lay the first smack down on the Trail Boss’ butt.

“Owwww! Yes! I showed you disrespect. Owwww!” Luke cried out as another hard swat came down.

“That’s right! And what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Isn’t that right, young man?”

“Owwww! Owwww! Take it easy, Flapjack. That really hurts!”

“It’s suppose to! Now answer my question and call me ‘sir’ when you address me in this situation.” Four more slaps reined down.

“Owwww! Yes! Owwww! Yes, Sir! I can’t expect Colt to follow the rules if I disobey them, right?”

“That’s right, young man. You’ve learned your lesson, now get up. You’re heavy!”

Luke got up and rubbed his sore behind. That old man can really pack a wallop and Luke figured he’d be a little uncomfortable for a few days.

“Come here!” Flapjack ordered. This time his voice had a tender tone to it.

“That’s not necessary.” Luke blushed when he saw Flapjack’s open arms.

“The hell in ain’t! Now come over here!”

“Yes, Sir!” Luke smiled as he slipped into his old friend’s arms and allowed himself to be comforted.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Flapjack grumbled as he pushed Luke away. Luke knew Flapjack didn’t like anyone seeing him with his guard down, or for anyone to see the soft, big-hearted man he really was. It embarrassed the older man to show his true feelings.

“Thanks, Flapjack. I guess you were right. I needed that hug.”

“You guess?”

“Fine! I give up. You were right! I needed that hug. Now why don’t you go into town and have some fun.”

“No, it’s late and to tell you the truth, I’d rather be alone in my chuck wagon cuddled up with a good book. With all you drovers
to take care of, I don’t get too much time to myself.”

“Suit yourself. I’m going to take advantage of the peace and quiet and get some shuteye. Night, my old friend, and thanks.”

Flapjack ruffled his young friend’s hair and gave him a smile before escaping to the comfort of his wagon.

Several hours later, Luke was awaken by the sound of whooping, slightly drunk cowboys making their way back into camp. He asked no one in particular what time it was and was told it was almost sun up. He got out of his bedroll and looked at the bunch of men standing around him. “What a pitiful sight to behold,” he told them. “Okay, get three hours shuteye then get out to the herd.”

“Three hours!” they all complained at once.

“You made the choice to stay out all night, not me. And we’ve got a herd to move so yes, three hours. Be grateful I’m giving you that much. Now get to bed, time’s a wasting.”

Colt was opening his bedroll as he watched Luke make his way to his horse. He began to smile as he noticed how Luke rubbed his backside and then gingerly sat in the saddle.

‘I’ll be damned!’ he thought to himself. “Luke got his discipline last night. I hope Flapjack wasn’t too hard on him.’ He chuckled to himself as he sat to take off his boots. When Luke passed him, Colt put his hand on his own backside, rubbed it, and gave Luke a knowing wink. He put his finger to his lips in a sign that let Luke know it would never be talked about.

Luke gave him a thank you nod as he made his way to the herd, thinking how he enjoyed his and Colt’s rendezvous a lot more that his and Flapjack’s. ‘Yes Sir, that man can really pack a wallop!’ Luke thought to himself as he once again rubbed his tender behind.

The End