Ben Owen
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 10
Western Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Ben Owen, a quiet drifter with a haunted past, finds himself entangled in a frontier town divided by greed, vengeance, and lawlessness. When a ruthless land baron threatens everything he values, Ben must choose between walking away or taking a stand. In a world where justice is scarce and loyalty comes at a price, his fight for redemption may cost him everything.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Slavery Lesbian Fiction Crime Rags To Riches Western Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Anal Sex Violence AI Generated
The early morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Goldie stirred in his arms, her naked body fitting perfectly against his. He couldn’t believe she had said yes. A woman like her, choosing to spend her life with a man like him.
Ben gently disentangled himself from her embrace, careful not to wake her. He slid out of bed and began to dress, his mind racing with the tasks ahead. They had to keep up appearances, especially now. The wedding had to look as authentic as possible. He knew the town would be watching, waiting for any signs of weakness in their operation.
He stepped out into the hallway, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of Goldie’s room. The house was quiet, the other women still asleep. He moved with a new sense of purpose, his steps sure and determined. Downstairs, he found Beulah wearing only blouse in the kitchen, already brewing coffee. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning.
“It’s done,” he said with a small smile. “Goldie said yes.”
Beulah’s eyes widened, and she squealed with excitement, setting the coffee pot down with a clatter. “Oh, Ben!” she exclaimed, rushing over to him. “I can’t believe it!”
The sound of their voices drew the others from their rooms, their curiosity piqued by the early morning commotion. They gathered around Ben and Goldie, who had followed him downstairs, her hand clutching his with a mix of excitement and nerves. The air was thick with anticipation as he announced their plans for the day.
“We’re getting married,” Ben said, his voice firm and unwavering. “And we need to make it look like the real deal.”
Goldie nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. She had never imagined a future like this, a life filled with love and acceptance. “Let’s go to Smiley’s,” she suggested. “They’ve got the prettiest dresses in town.”
They stepped out into the dusty streets of Lawless Ridge, the early morning sun casting long shadows. The town was just starting to stir, the sounds of spurs jingling and horses whinnying the only noises to break the silence. Goldie held Ben’s hand tightly, feeling a sense of belonging she had never known before.
Smiley’s was a small shop, nestled between the saloon and the livery stable. The wooden sign creaked in the gentle breeze, the faded letters announcing their arrival to the world. Ben pushed open the door, the small bell above it tinkling like a secret promise.
The shop was filled with the scent of fabric and the whispers of a hundred forgotten dreams. Goldie’s eyes lit up like the Fourth of July as she took in the racks of colorful dresses, each one more beautiful than the last. The shopkeeper, a portly man with a balding pate and a kind smile, looked up from his bookkeeping.
“Can I help you folks?” he asked, his voice a gentle drawl that seemed to echo the peacefulness of the moment.
“We need a weddin’ dress,” Ben said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nerves.
The shopkeeper’s eyes widened, and he beamed. “Ah, congratulations!” He bustled over, his hands eagerly reaching for the racks of dresses. “What’s your pleasure, Miss?”
Goldie looked up at Ben, her eyes shining. “Do you really think I could be beautiful in a wedding dress?”
Ben’s heart swelled, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You’re already the most beautiful woman in this town, Goldie. But let’s make sure everyone else sees it too.”
Goldie blushed and nodded, her eyes shimmering with hope. Ben took the lead, his keen eye for detail picking out fabrics that would accentuate her curves and complement her fiery hair. He held up a gown of shimmering white silk, the delicate lace detailing fluttering in the early morning light. “How about this one?”
Her eyes grew wide as she took in the dress. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, “but it’s so ... revealing.”
Ben chuckled, his hand squeezing hers. “That’s the idea, darlin’. We want to make sure every man in this town knows you’re off the market.”
Goldie’s cheeks grew warm as she took in the dress, her gaze flickering to Ben. “But Ben, I ain’t got nothin’ to offer but ... well, you know.”
Ben stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’ve got everything to offer, Goldie,” he said firmly. “You’re smart, strong, and you’ve got the kind of heart that could tame the wildest horse.” He paused, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. “And as for your ‘assets’ ... well, they’re just the icing on the cake.”
Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Icing, huh?” she said, her voice teasing.
“The sweetest kind,” Ben assured her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He turned to the shopkeeper. “We’ll take this one.”
The shopkeeper’s eyes lit up at the sight of the gold coins Ben placed on the counter, but his smile was genuine as he began to wrap the dress in soft tissue paper. “And what about you, sir?” he asked, gesturing to the back of the shop. “We’ve got a fine selection of tuxedos for a man of ... your stature.”
Ben followed him, his heart racing with excitement. He had never thought he would need formal wear, not in his life. But here he was, about to marry the woman he loved. The tuxedo section was a wall of black and white, a stark contrast to the colorful dresses that surrounded it. The shopkeeper pulled out a few options, holding them up to Ben’s small frame.
The first few were comically large, the sleeves draping down to his knees and the pant legs pooling around his tiny boots. But Ben’s sharp eye spotted a tailored number, tucked away in the corner. It was a size smaller than the rest, but the cut was different. It was made for someone like him.
The shopkeeper’s eyes lit up when Ben pointed it out. “Ah, yes,” he said, his voice filled with the excitement of a man who had found a lost treasure. “This one’s special, made for a ... well, let’s just say a man of your unique proportions.”
Ben took the tuxedo from the man’s hands, feeling the fine fabric beneath his fingertips. It was made of the best quality material, tailored to perfection, with not a single stitch out of place. The jacket fit snugly across his broad shoulders, the pants hugging his muscular legs without an inch to spare. He looked at himself in the mirror, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t see a midget. He saw a man, a groom, ready to claim his bride.
“It’s perfect,” Goldie breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. “You look ... incredible.”
The shopkeeper nodded in agreement, his hands busy with a measuring tape. “It’s like it was made for you,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “Just a few minor adjustments, and it’ll be ready for the big day.”
As the shopkeeper worked, Ben couldn’t help but think of the future that stretched out before them. A future filled with love, acceptance, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of redemption for this town that had been so cruel to them. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but with Goldie by his side, he was ready to face whatever came their way.
The wedding was a simple affair, held in the church hall under the watchful eyes of the brothel’s customers and the townsfolk. The preacher was a drunken sot, but his words held a sincerity that was surprising, given his usual state. Goldie looked radiant in her white silk gown, her hair piled high on her head, the lace whispering against her skin. Ben’s tuxedo was a stark contrast to the dusty street, a beacon of hope in a town that had seen so little of it.
As they exchanged their vows, the room was filled with a mix of awe and skepticism. The townsfolk had never seen anything like it before: a midget man and a woman who had been through the wringer of life’s hardships, committing themselves to each other in the face of a town that had long ago forgotten the meaning of the word ‘love’. The tuxedo Ben had chosen fit him like a glove, tailored to perfection, making him look every inch the gentleman.
The preacher, his eyes slightly glazed from the whiskey he’d had for breakfast, paused in his slurred recital to give Ben a hard stare. “Do you, Ben Owen, take this woman, Goldie Wright, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Ben’s voice was clear and strong as he responded, “I do.”
The room held its collective breath as the preacher turned to Goldie, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “And do you, Goldie McDermott, take this man, Ben Owen, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Goldie’s voice was softer, but no less firm. “I do.”
The preacher nodded, his expression unreadable, and continued with the ceremony. Ben’s heart raced as he slid the gold band onto Goldie’s finger, the symbol of their union glinting in the soft light. The room erupted into applause, the sound echoing off the walls like a gunshot. It was done. They were married.
They stepped out into the bright sunlight, hand in hand, their eyes meeting in a silent promise. The townsfolk had gathered outside, a mix of curiosity and skepticism etched on their faces. But as they saw Ben in his tailored tuxedo, looking every bit the part of a proud groom, and Goldie, radiant in her wedding gown, something shifted. There was a murmur of approval, a grudging respect.
Ben knew that the tuxedo was more than just a piece of clothing; it was a declaration of intent. He had chosen it not just for the way it fit his small frame, but for the message it sent to the people of Lawless Ridge. He was no longer just ‘Midget Ben’, the outcast who lived above the station. He was Ben Owen, husband to Goldie Wright, and a man to be reckoned with.
The sight of them together, so obviously in love, was something new to the town, something that had been buried beneath layers of dust and despair. The tuxedo was a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of places, love could find a way to shine.
The reception was held at ‘The Blossom’, the brothel now transformed into a makeshift wedding hall. The tables were covered in white cloths, the candles flickering like stars in the dim light. The smell of roasting meat and freshly baked bread filled the air, a stark contrast to the usual scent of sweat and cheap whiskey.
The townsfolk had brought gifts, meager offerings from their own lives that spoke volumes of their goodwill. Ben accepted them all with grace, his heart swelling with gratitude. They had come to see the wedding as a symbol of change, a chance to start anew.
As the night progressed, the drink flowed freely, and the tension in the room began to ease. Ben found himself surrounded by well-wishers, their faces a blur of smiles and handshakes. Goldie danced with him, her laughter ringing out like a bell, the sound of it filling his heart with a warmth that he had never known before.
The music grew louder, the laughter more raucous, but Ben and Goldie remained in their own little bubble of happiness. The tuxedo had served its purpose, the perfect backdrop to their love story, a tale of two outcasts finding refuge in each other’s arms.
As the moon rose high in the sky, casting long shadows across the dance floor, Ben looked into Goldie’s eyes, feeling the weight of their shared past, the excitement of their future. “I’ll protect you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll make sure you never have to go through that again.”
Goldie leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. “And I’ll stand by you, Ben,” she promised. “We’ll fight this town together.”
Their kiss was a declaration of war, a promise to each other that they would face whatever came their way, side by side. As they broke apart, the crowd around them cheered, their love story the only thing that mattered in that moment.
Their union was more than just a marriage; it was a beacon of hope in a town ruled by greed and corruption. With Ben’s brains and Goldie’s beauty, they had the power to change Lawless Ridge. And as they stepped into their new life together, hand in hand, the town watched, waiting to see what would come next.
Ben had chosen the tuxedo with care, not just for the way it fit his small frame, but for the message it sent. It was a declaration of intent, a silent challenge to the town that had always underestimated him. The tuxedo was tailored to perfection, hugging his muscular body without an inch to spare. It was a stark contrast to the oversized, ill-fitting garments he had worn his entire life. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt a surge of pride. He was no longer ‘Midget Ben’, the outsider; he was a man with a purpose, a man with a woman who loved him.
The wedding night was a whirlwind of passion and emotion. In their candlelit room, Ben and Goldie made love with a fierceness that mirrored their determination to change Lawless Ridge. They had fought for their happiness, and now they were fighting for their future. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the walls of the room echoing with their cries of pleasure and the whispers of their love.
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