The Taming Of Shane

Shane was a real man's man, if you know what we mean. He looked like something out of a really low budget western, yet thought he was the best thing on the street. His usual outfit was a black Stetson, with a lumber jack shirt that he wore open at the neck to show off a bootlace tie, usually with a cow skull clasp, a pair of drainpipe Levis, with a wide leather belt and cowboy boots.

The fact that he was Australian and not from the US of A, might have made some people think his choice of dress was somewhat out of place. But Shane didn't care what other people thought, he knew what he liked and what he wanted. Other people were only a concern to him if they interfered in his life.

He drove an old Chevy ute, because he thought it complemented his image as a real man. His knuckles were scarred from countless fights, most of which he'd started and most of which he'd lost. Not that he ever mentioned that when he was recounting them to anyone who couldn't get away from him fast enough.

He spoke with a slow, monotonous drawl, that he had affected after watching too many John Wayne films and even tried to copy Big John's swagger. Unfortunately for Shane, he made himself look as if he was constantly trying to adjust his jeans when he walked, rather than looking even slightly cool.

His idea of sexual equality, was that women should do as he told them, which basically meant looking after him on a 24/7 basis. While he was free to do whatever he wanted. Anything that resembled housework, was a woman's job. While things like drinking beer and watching soccer, were man's work.

The fact that his friends were almost identical clones of Shane, is a sad reflection of the human race. Not that he had many friends, in fact, in normal terms, he didn't have any. There was no one that he could turn to when he needed any help. Nobody invited him to their parties. Nobody remembered his birthday, or 'phoned him to see how he was.

What he did have, was drinking buddies. And as far as Shane was concerned, they were the finest kind. His buddies all worked at the same abattoir, on the same shift and they all used to go to the same pub when their shift ended. Shane was proud of being a slaughter man, it was a man's job that gave him a sense of superiority.

There was nothing like hanging a pig up on a hook without stunning it, so that he could hear it squeal as its life's blood gushed out from the slit he'd just carved in its throat. That's what being a real man was all about!

But things were about to change for Shane in a way that he couldn't even have imagined in his worst nightmares. It was a Saturday night and he was all dressed up and out on the prowl. He cruised the streets for a while before deciding to try his luck in the Gold Strike. It wasn't a place he usually went to, as the beer was expensive and the women that frequented it all had illusions of being better than him.

But he fancied something different, so parked his ute in the car park at the rear of the building and walked into the public bar. He stood in the doorway for a moment, making his grand entrance that he was sure would make everyone look at him, while he surveyed the other customers. Wow! Tonight was his lucky night. There were a couple of blondes over at the bar that were going to be thanking their fairy godmothers he'd spotted them before the evening was out.

He did his imitation John Wayne swagger over to them. “Hi darlings, can I buy you a beer?” This was where most women told him to get lost but these two actually accepted his offer. What's more, once they had their drinks, they even suggested that the three of them go over to a booth, so that they could have a bit more privacy. Shane was hard before he even left the bar!

Both of the women were stunning and neither of them wore wedding rings. Not that Shane cared about that but it did make life less complicated. Blonde number one introduced herself as Barbara. Shane wasn't really paying much attention to anything else she said, he was mesmerised by the ample cleavage that her low cut blouse revealed.

He managed to tear his eyes away from Barbara's boobs long enough to learn that the other lucky lady was called Jane, then simply didn't know where to look next. Jane was easily a 36D and her top did little to hide the smooth skin of her breasts. He'd died and gone to heaven.

Being the gentleman that he was, Shane bought another round of drinks, then excused himself to go to the toilet. He didn't really like wearing condoms, as far as he was concerned, it was up to the woman to make sure she didn't get caught. But he was prepared to make an exception for these two, they were that gorgeous.

He returned to the booth, both ladies smiling at him as he took his seat, making sure that he sat as close to Barbara as possible. Man! She had a fine pair of tits. Shane took a swig of his beer, it tasted a little different but he guessed it was just because it had got a little warm. The three of them carried on talking, Shane drinking his beer, until Jane suggested that they go back to her place for a party.

Shane jumped at the offer but was feeling a little light headed as he walked out to Jane's car, actually stumbling as he crossed the car park. But he sat in the back with Barbara and put his arm around her shoulders. The scent of her perfume filling his nostrils as he rested his head on her shoulder.

The next thing Shane was aware of was a searing pain throughout his body. In fact, pain just didn't do it justice. He was in agony. Every part of his body hurt as consciousness returned to him. He managed to open his eyes and take stock of himself.

He was hanging from chains against a rough wall. His shoulders were killing him from supporting his weight. Shit! He was naked. What was going on? His nipples hurt like hell and he found out the reason when he let his head sag once more. There was a shiny ring in each of his nipples, a chain running across his chest between them.

His cock was hurting too and he found out the reason for that, when Barbara gave it a playful tug. He hadn't been aware of the two women until then, but he certainly was when Barbara pulled on the new ring he had in the end of his penis. He jumped upright, pulling at his chains in a pitiable attempt to break free from them.

He was about to swear at the women, when Barbara cut him off. “So, what do you think of our handiwork lover? Still think you're such a macho guy now do you?” Jane took over, flicking the ring in his left nipple, sending fire through his chest. “You've woken up just in time sweetheart. We're going to make you our plaything for ever. You're going to be a good little toy for us too, aren't you?”

Jane didn't bother waiting for Shane to answer her. She walked over to a cabinet by the far wall, but Shane couldn't see what she was doing, as Barbara was blocking his view. Shane smelt something burning, then Jane returned to stand in front of him.

She was holding a small electronic brand, the sort that farmers still used on their sheep. She held it up so that he could see it clearly. The brand formed an interlinked B and J. “I'm sure the three of us will be really happy together.” Barbara told Shane. Then he passed out as the brand bit into the soft flesh of his beer belly.

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