disappear into her strong muscles and absorb some of the mare’s strength into his own body, but he knew that was impossible. Just as he knew that Jim wouldn’t stop harassing him until he was acknowledged.
Kaden pushed away from Mockingbird’s quivering flesh, not wanting more of his nervousness to be projected into the horse’s gentle being, and filled her bail with oats before exiting her stall.
He kept his head lowered, hoping that by some miracle Jim wouldn’t notice him, and continued on to the front of the stable house to oil the harnesses and saddles. By this time, the rest of the workers had gathered in the main house for the evening meal.
The swagger of Jim’s footsteps behind him was unmistakable and he tensed his body against the unwanted advances he knew were coming.
Without fail, he felt Jim’s body crash into his from behind, forcing him against the hardwood planks lining the tack room of the stable. The acceleration of his breathing threatened hyperventilation, but he kept that in check the way he always did, reminding himself that this was nowhere near the worst of his experiences.
The hard length of Jim’s cock pressed against his buttocks, ratcheting his fear up another notch.
“I asked you a question, boy.”
Kaden felt bile rise as Jim’s chew-laced breath fanned over his neck. The man had never been so bold before, keeping his innuendos and advances to gropes and lewd comments in the past.
Kaden let his body go pliant and looked to his right, searching for some object he could use in his defence, thankful that none of the man’s bare skin was touching his, yet.
Jim pressed his body closer, swivelling his hips and massaging his cock against Kaden’s backside in anticipation of his plans, which Kaden had no delusions about. The man had been threatening to take him since Kaden had first arrived at the ranch almost a year ago, but Jim was only seasonal whereas Kaden was a full-time employee. The season was about to end, which meant that this was probably Jim’s last opportunity to make good on his promises.
Kaden seized what little courage he had and veered to his left. Grabbing the nearest harness hanging from the hooks on the wall he was pressed against, he used his momentum to swing it towards the face of his assailant. Jim, however, was surprisingly more agile than he had given the man credit for, and dodged the makeshift weapon, reciprocating with a vicious strike to Kaden’s temple. A sea of stars swam into Kaden’s vision and he landed in a heap on the hard-packed earthen floor.
For a few terrifying moments, he could only register the callused hands fumbling at the buttons of his pants and wrenching them down, along with his underwear, to expose his ass. He twisted onto his back and curled his hands into fists before swinging them at any part of the man straddling him that he could come into contact with.
Another bash to the same side of his head momentarily ended his defence and he squeezed his eyes shut against the spinning of the room. Those grasping hands flipped him back over and the blunt tip of Jim’s cock pressed against his crack.
Suddenly, Kaden felt the air shift behind him and heard sounds of fighting, but this time they didn’t involve him. He rolled to his side and quickly pulled up his pants, blinking away tears. Jim might try to attack him again, but he couldn’t keep lying there in such a vulnerable state.
He kept his eyes closed against the merciless pounding in his head, wondering if it would fall off if he moved too fast, and curled into himself on the ground. After a minute, he became aware of the silence ringing in his ears and a figure kneeling over him. When he felt the cool touch of fingers at the lump on the side of his head, he couldn’t keep a small whimper from escaping.
“It’s okay, son. He won’t be laying a hand on you ever again. Let me see your face.”
He knew that voice. It was gentle yet gravelly and held a wealth of
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