That first ride was rough. randy wasn't comfortable riding yet, and having to ride with his hands tied behind his back was, well, interesting. The horse Jackson gave him was one of the gentler ones, but without the ability to take the reins - not that he'd know what to do it he could - the rough terrain, and the shock of what had just happened, randy was working, not to successfully, to try to at least not embarrass himself by falling off the horse. All those efforts were about to fail, as he began leaning toward the left, uncontrollably. Just as he was about to go over, he felt Jackson's hand grip his forearm and right him "Hah hah. I wondered why Cory tied ya up before he put ya on the horse. I thought he was gonna put you in front of him on his. That's more his style."
"You think he's just trying to make me look silly, Jackson?" "NAH! Cory's a lotta things, but he's not mean to anyone but his enemy. You sure ain't that yet. He's probably thinking you're gonna have to learn to sit up in the saddle eventually, no time like the present." He steadied randy. "Cory's just up ahead. You think you can hold it until we go past him? "' "I think so. Thank you Jackson." Jackson smiled "He did it for me, so I guess I can pass it on."
They rode up to Cory, and Jackson doffed his hat. "Evening Sir . You wanna ride with your boy now?" Cory looked at randy and smiled. "WHOOOOOOOOOWHEEEE. You haven't even lost your hat. Jackson's a good teacher ain't he?" randy didn't know how he was supposed to address Cory. His Boston manners kicked in and he said "Yes sir. I would've fallen off the horse if he weren't there." Cory began to laugh. Now I think THAT woulda been a sight to see pretty boy. How're the ropes?' "They're tight Sir." "GOOD. I like ropes, and that's something you're gonna have to get used to if you stay with us. Incidentally, if you tell me you wanna leave, you can leave. No one's gonna stop ya. But if you decide to stay, well, there are gonna be some rules. We can go and talk about that if you don't need to sleep." randy WAS exhausted, but again, his instincts kicked in. They told him to talk, to try to get as much information as he could. "I can talk Sir. I'd like to know more about you and your men." Cory smiled. "They'll tell ya ALL you want to know about me. What I wanna know is about YOU. And what I expect of you." "Yes sir." "Lemme help you off your horse. " Cory's hands were sure, but gentle. When randy began to slide, he tightened his grip and randy thought "don't get this guy angry. That was strong. "You'll ride with me from now on randy, but for now, we're gonna talk, maybe have some shitty coffee, and make some decisions. Lemme untie you. For now. I got something else to use." Cory pulled his knife out of his belt, and cut the ropes (Later, randy would see him pin a bird to a tree with one throw of that knife). randy stood alone in the dark for a minute, before Cory came back with a leg iron. He attached one end of it to a wheel on their chuck wagon, and the cuff on randy's ankle. "THERE we go. Now sit. I got two coffees. Don't ask for sugar. We ran out a few days ago, and we won't be in town for about a week. " randy took a sip of the strong, bitter brew. It was probably good in the morning, but it was mid evening now, and you probably could've cut it with a knife. Cory saw randy's face and laughed. "I won't tell Cooky what you just did. You're gonna be working for him for the most part, so it's best ya get on a good foot." randy had learned that for just about every group of cowboys, the man who did the cooking was called "Cooky." It was never his real name, but it was just one of those things like "Boss" or "Chief." How many teachers had he known back in Boston whom he knew as "Professor," and never got their real name. "I guess I should tell you Sir. I don't know anything about cooking." Cory began to laugh. "You think Cooky does? He may know a little, but he's learning on the job. And you think he's gonna let you near that cooking fire? That's funny. Nah, you're gonna be doing things like hauling beans for him, making sure the salt cellar is full, feeding the horses - he HATES feeding the horses, that kinda shit. If you wanna learn, watch him. Ask questions. " "I can do that Sir." "Can ya? You haven't asked any yet." randy gulped. "Ok, I do have questions Sir. Really, just one big one. You said you weren't gonna call me your wife, but... what you did to me back there and..." Cory smiled. "Ok, yeah, I get it. Some of these guys, they call anyone they fuck, their wife, their girl, their bitch. Damn it, that may be well and good if you like women to begin with. I like women fine enough. I just don't like sleeping with them. I like men. I like pretty men." He paused and smiled. he reached out and fingered randy's hair. "Pretty men like you. Men somewhere between man and boy. Like you." He paused. "So, I guess the best way to say it is, I expect you to be my bed partner. If I tell you to do something, you do it. That means my cock, my mouth, anything I ask you to service. I'll want your ass, YOUR mouth, probably some stuff I'm forgetting. When we do our evening entertainments and the dancing starts, you're gonna be MY partner, and I'm gonna lead." He smiled. "Jackson used to say I was the lead in everything." "AH" randy thought to himself. Then Jackson...." "Yeah, Jackson was my boy for a while. I told you I like em between man and boy. Jackson became all man." randy looked over. Jackson was really good looking and he wasn't all that old - maybe 25. "I'll be honest. I'll get tired of you some day. Maybe you'll find someone who likes an older guy - happens among this gang, or maybe you'll find a woman, or some city guy, but for now... " He smiled. "For example, I may need my cock sucked before we bed down tonight. That'll be your job." randy remembered how Cory's cock felt in him. He thought he could handle this easily. "Yes sir. I can do that. Your prairie dog." "Ha ha. You remembered. Good boy. Now, there's one other thing that we're gonna ask you to do. You came from back east, so I assume you had a fair share of learning. Can ya read?" "Yes sir. I had about 16 years of school. "HOLEEEEEEEEEEE. That's about 14 years more than I had. Now, because my mom, God rest her soul, thought everyone should be educated, I always grab a few books from wherever we are if they have them. It won't be every night, but I'll ask ya to read us something. The guys love hearing a good story. Especially if there's sex in it. Pick those. Or pick something from the Bible. " He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. Devil or angel maybe." He grinned. "Sorta like me. I was the devil earlier. Tonight, I'm gonna be the angel. " He leaned over. In the campfire light, randy thought he looked even more handsome than he did in the barn. He pressed his lips up against randy. randy kissed back and then opened his mouth. Cory stopped. "Nope. Nope. Here's your first lesson, randy boi. I like to WIN. Make me force those lips open. Let me win." "I can do that Sir." They kissed again and this time, when randy felt Cory's tongue tip at his lips, he held them closed, even though he wanted that tongue so bad. He could feel Cory's smile forming, and he heard his moans of pleasure. Then he felt Cory's hands open the snaps on his shirt, and take his nipples. He groaned for just a second and that's when Cory's tongue got in. He worked his tongue slowly, moving it around randy's mouth, basically setting every one of randy's nerves on fire. randy wanted to pull Cory into him, but he had a sense that, this was wrong. Cory wanted to do that. And he did. They were sitting on the floor, and Cory wrapped his legs around randy's middle, before he took randy's wrists and held the behind his back. He kept on kissing him. Then he moved to randy's ear. randy remembered what Cory had told him, and he scrunched his head and shoulder together, to keep Cory out. Cory laughed and looked at randy smiling. "You're a fast learner boy. Gonna take you far." "Thank you sir." Then Cory just overpowered what little resistance randy had left and got into his neck and ear. Cory's beard was rough, and if he were kind and gentle elsewhere, he wasn't here. randy wasn't at the edge of pain the way he had been with Cyrus, way back in Boston. This hurt a little. But the hurt turned to .. something else. He couldn't explain it, but he was sorry when Cory stopped. "Young man, it's time to go to bed. We got an early start. " He kissed Cory's forehead. "Listen up, randy. The only one who knows how much time we got on this earth is the guy upstairs. So let's enjoy what we've got, as long as we've got it. That means getting a good night's sleep. Button your shirt, it's a little cold." "Yes sir." That was the first night that randy slept under the stars with Cory. He fell asleep smiling and Cory was still awake when he did, and saw it. He wasn't going to sleep until he saw his new boy had turned in. He smiled, listening to the soft, gentle breaths randy made when he slept. "Still sleeping like an innocent. It's a shame, but it's necessary that we all lose that."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx randy learned the next morning that Cory was an "early lover." He woke up, smacked randy on the back, and said "On your back boy. NOW." Then he took his bandana, and stuffed it into randy's mouth so he wouldn't wake up whoever was still sleeping. The bandana smelled of Cory's sweat, and randy, already semi hard, was now rigid. "When we stop in town, we're gonna get you some stuff to make you even prettier, and some bandanas we'll use as gags. For now, you use mine. " randy shook his head and reached down to unbuckle his jeans. Cory pushed his hands away. "Nope. That's my job. Going easy on ya today boy. Tomorrow, those hands are gonna be tied . Either behind you, or staked to the ground or something, but my boy don't undress himself. " The leg iron was long enough to let randy get his legs in the air, and "Cory's prairie dog" slid in. "Hmmm. You still got me in you from yesterday don't ya boy?" randy looked at him and shook his head yes. He hated feeling dirty. "When camp is up, we're gonna have you talk to Cooky about the "physic" we got for takin care of that. You're gonna use it before, and after, every time. We'll make do now. Pull your legs together. TIGHT." randy did what he was told, and Cory spat into his hand. He wetted his cock and then he forced it between randy's thighs. "Ain't the same as a boy's ass, but it'll do in a pinch. " Just before he slid in, Cory smiled as he flicked randy's cock gently. "Looks like you like me boy." randy looked at him, shook his head and tried to say "yes sir" through the gag. Cory seemed to know what he said. "What is it one of my boys said 'the minute I started to know you, I began to hate you.' Hope that don't happen boy. " He began to pump, and when he did, he took randy's cock in his hand. "Ain't no fair if I'm the only one who has fun." After about five minutes, they were finished. randy pulled the bandana out of randy's mouth. "Thank you Sir. THANK YOU." Cory looked at him. "Well, you're welcome, but... you did just say thank you, didn't ya?" "I did. You took care of me. You've been taking care of me for the last day." Cory smiled. "You're a keeper boi. Now, we're gonna get to a creek today and you'll be able to wash, but for now, just pull on your clothes. Cooky'll be up in a minute or two. Get him a sack of coffee, and one of grits. You can read so you'll see them. And ask him about Cory's physic." Cooky was an older guy who wore an eye patch. (Eventually, randy found out he lost it in a gun fight), and he walked with a limp from an unfortunate accident with a very pissed off cow. "HEY. You're randy. Cory told me to expect ya. Nice to meet ya boy." "Feeling's mutual Mr. Cooky." Cooky laughed. "Listen up junior. The only Mister here is Cory. Another one of the guys, Amos, thinks he should be Mister too. He was in charge before Cory took over, but you'll learn about that. So I'm just Cooky. " He looked at the sacks. "You got em on one try. Good boy." "They say 'coffee' and grits' Cooky. It was easy. Cooky laughed. "Easy if ya can read. I guess you can read boy?" "I can." "HEY. Then maybe when you guys hit town, you can ask Cory to bring back a cookbook or two." randy felt a strong hand on his shoulder. It was Cory. Cory said nothing, but randy immediately put his hands behind his back. "I'm glad you guys met. " He squeezed randy's shoulder. "randy here has a lotta talents I think we're all gonna learn soon. But for now, he's gotta learn about one of yours Cooky." "Physic?" Cory nodded. "One second." He retreated into the wagon. While they waited, Cory put his hand down randy's shirt and his rough fingers toyed with a nip. "Why'd you put your hands behind your back boy?" "Because I thought that's probably where you wanted them Sir. " randy was trying to talk normally, because the nipple play was getting him excited. He was 22. He was horny most of the time. "You're pretty smart randy. Got good instincts. I gotta feeling they tried to knock them outta you at home." "Maybe Sir. I don't know." Cory sighed. "You know, enough time out here, and eventually, everything you learned that ain't you, just dries up and dies. It's just you. " He squeezed randy's shoulder again. "You're still just a boy. Not that much to dry up. But it will. It'll take a little time. You're never gonna be Randall again, but you'll be RANDY." He said RANDY with a strong, emphatic voice. "I don't think I understand Sir." "I think you do. I think that shit's gotta burn away before you realize it. "HERE WE GO GENTS! Cooky was hobbling back with a brown bottle. "Just a sip randy. Just a sip. Let it just coat your tongue. ." He laughed. "Then hope you got enough leaves." Cory smiled. "It IS strong. Let's go find a place." He put his arm around randy, who kept his hands behind his back, holding the bottle. Cooky watched them. "I like this one. I hope he sticks around."
The physic had done its work. Thoroughly. Cory had laughed so hard as randy headed to the big pile of leaves that a couple of late sleepers woke up. randy met them all at breakfast that day. A nice bunch. All but Amos, who DID introduce himself as Mr. Amos, and glowered at him. "So you're the new right pocket, huh?" "Right pocket?" randy was confused. Jackson explained. "There are only men out here, but it don't mean we don't like dancing. So, the right pockets - they're the guys who play the gal for the dance. You can tell who they are by the bandana in their pocket. They put it in the right. Guys who play guys, put it in the left. Doesn't much matter for you, because Cory doesn't share his boy with anyone. "We'll see about that," Amos came over. "You're a fine looking one. Best looking one in a long time." He smiled and looked at Jackson, as if to hurt him. Then he spoke to him. "Did you clean up the bedding yet?" "No, Mr. Amos. I'll do it right now." "Do a better job than last time." Amos looked at randy. "Cory lucked out. He always lucks out. Soon, maybe, that luck'll change. " "FINISH UP GUYS. randy and I gotta get things cleaned up." He looked at randy. "Usually, we'll use some fine dirt to get the plates cleaned up, but since we're not far from the creek, we'll save em to wash there." Cory came over to randy. "C'mon boy. You're riding with me today." "Yes sir." When Cory took his wrists, randy resisted slightly, bringing a smile to Cory's face. He couldn't have stopped him even if he used all his strength, but he wanted to show Cory that he remembered what he liked. Wrists tied, Cory's arm around his middle, they rode on Cory's HUGE black stallion. "His name is Diablo, randy boy. I found him when we rustled a town. Totally out of control. He was in a pen by himself. Amos wanted to put a bullet to him. I asked him for two days. He gave me one. I broke him." He leaned into randy and whispered "And then I broke Amos. But that's a story for another day. For today, the story is: you get cleaned up in that river after you help Cooky. Then, there's a space not far from where we're gonna camp. One of my faves. You and I. We're gonna go have some fun. He planted a kiss on randy's neck, and the whole crew took off.