Luke Steele -- Bounty Hunter Pt. 2
By D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/
8/05/2010
Luke awoke the next morning feeling both well-rested from being able to sleep in an actual bed and exhausted (in a good way) from the savage fucking he laid into the boy-whore, Chen. After his second nut, Luke had fallen asleep for a good three hours and then when he came around, he had woken the kid from his slumber to continue with more of the brutal lay. He'd taken Chen in several different positions and seeded his pussy-ass three more times. He had not been gentle either, but the Oriental lad seemed to thrive on the mixed pain and pleasure as he took Luke's massive black prick deep in his bowels, arching his back, tightening his ass muscles and hollering like a coyote in heat.
Luke looked around and realized Chen was already gone, probably gone to clean up and get ready for a day of chores before bedding down with another stranger. It had cost him twenty dollars for everything for the night, but goddamn if it hadn't been worth it. Luke knew he could use a good plow like that more often; unfortunately the lifestyle of a bounty hunter didn't always mesh with a man's carnal needs. Oh well, it was just as well. He had no desire to get attached to anyone or anywhere, so he would move on like always.
After getting dressed and strapping on all his weapons, Luke left the room and headed downstairs. He had to take a mean piss and needed to find the head. He found Madam Huang in the main room of the whorehouse, directing her staff on the day's chores. "Scuse me, ma'am? Where can I find the head?" She nodded to a door at the back of the room and he turned back towards it and then outside. There he found the rather disgusting pissing pit. It reeked to high heaven, but whatever. He drained his bladder of a night of pent-up urine and then zipped up and walked back out. Suddenly, a whirling blur ran into him and there was a near explosion of fabric and Luke realized he was covered in clothing. He looked down at the person who had just so callously crashed into him and it was Chen. The boy looked up at him, embarrassment etched on his face. "Sorry sir!" He started in his fake accent but then realized who it was. "Oh, Mr. Steele. So sorry sir. I'm in such a hurry, but I should still be looking where I'm going. So sorry...." His voice faded as he ran out of things to say. "S'all right, kid. Actually...I was hoping I might see you again, before I left town. Just wanted to thank you for a great night! Fuck. I needed that so bad..." By now Chen had stood up and was gathering his spilled clothes back into the basket. "Good, Mr. Steele. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He seductively slid his hand over the bounty hunter's crotch, lightly touching, teasing. "Maybe next time you're back in town, we can do it again...?" He looked at the muscular black man with such hopefulness and abandon, Luke seriously thought about whisking him back up to a room at Madam Huang's and fucking his tight ass for a few more hours. He shook off the thought. He needed to get going.
Luke looked around. They were in an alleyway of sorts, behind three buildings and it seemed unlikely anyone could see them. "Yeah, kid, I'd fucking love that. Not sure when I'll be back around these parts, but if I am, I'm definitely looking you up..." He gave the boy a wolfish look and was rewarded with a sweet smile from the young beauty. He bent down, lightly grabbed Chen under his chin, and placed a hard kiss on those lush lips. Chen returned the kiss with an eagerness that made it difficult to pull away and Luke could feel the kid's hands roving over his biceps and shoulders, exploring his muscles. Damn this kid was exactly what he'd been looking for and an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time, tugged at him, causing him to stop for a second and think. No. He had to leave. Period.
And with that the brawny, black bounty hunter turned and left the kid to clean up his mess of spilt clothing. Minutes later he was leaving Wichita, without a look back, on the back of his sauntering Paso. He had looked for the cute stable boy when he picked up and made payment for his horse's lodging at the livery, but the kid was nowhere to be seen. Too bad, but probably just as well. As much as he'd like to find out just what the lad's flirty demeanor had meant, he didn't have time to fuck around. He had heard a rumor that a bounty target, Clyde Selman, had been seen down around New Orleans way and he aimed to get down there and find him. He planned to head southeast through Oklahoma Territory, following the Arkansas River through Tulsa then Little Rock and eventually to where it hooked up with the mighty Mississippi and then follow that straight down to New Orleans. It would take a while, but Luke had a feeling Selman wasn't going anywhere. He was a notorious connoisseur of young, mixed-race girls and there were plenty of those to be found in the Big Easy.
He rode southeast for a couple of days, and for the most part it was pleasant enough weather. It was spring on the prairie, so the days were mostly warm and the nights a bit cooler but comfortable. He slept each night in his bedroll on the hard ground, tortured by memories of Chen's slim, young body. At times he could almost feel the kid's tight, velvety chute gripping his hard cock and more than once he jerked himself off thinking of the scent of Chen's soft flesh and of devouring his pliant lips. Still he had to stay alert at all times; the untamed wilds were teeming with coyotes, wolves, bobcats and rattlesnakes. A man could get himself dead real fast if he lost track of his surroundings. And Luke Steele didn't intend to go out that way.
By the third day he guessed he was getting close to Little Rock, but he couldn't be certain. One thing he was certain of, he was sore and tired of riding. But then suddenly, as he rounded a bend in the dusty trail, his eyes took in an intense scene before him. About thirty yards ahead of him, a huge, tawny mountain lion crouched atop a rock outcropping that loomed over the trail. The big cat's tail swished back and forth rapidly as it poised to leap on its prey. The only thing holding the lion back was its indecision in choosing between two victims. A Palomino danced skittishly nearby, its reins caught in the branches of a bush. That was the only thing that kept it from bolting in terror. Luke looked down at the ground beneath the outcropping and saw an Indian brave lying prone, but trying desperately to rise to escape. He looked up at the big cat and must have comprehended what was about to happen. Luke realized the warrior must have been riding along and had his mount frightened when the lion pounced upon the rocks and snarled, causing the horse to shy and rear up, dumping its rider. He surveyed all this in about two seconds and realized he had only about two more seconds before the cat sprang into action.
He whipped his Winchester out of the saddle sheath and quickly wheeled it upwards to his shoulder in one smooth motion. At that moment the cat leaped from the top of the rocks like a lightning bolt. The Indian brave was still struggling to get up; it was clear he would not be able to get out of the mountain lion's trajectory. Luke tracked it with the barrel of the rifle and squeezed the trigger. The shot struck the cat just below the neck and it issued a harsh, hissing yelp as the bullet caught it, pushing it just slightly off its intended path. It fell to the ground just to the left of the Indian with a dull thud. But it was still alive and as it went past the fallen man, its flailing claw grazed the brave's left thigh. Luke heard the warrior cry out in pain as the claw scraped his flesh through his beaver skin pants. He fired another shot, hitting the mountain lion in the haunches; it screamed out again in rage. Luke was now upon the scene and he levered another round into the chamber of the repeater, drew a bead and fired a third shot. This one struck the wounded animal square in the temple, bored through its brain and put the suffering thing out of its misery. The lion stretched out, quivered and trembled for a moment and finally lay still.
Luke dared not sheath the Winchester just yet. He knew these animals often had mates, frequently lurking nearby and he wouldn't be comfortable until they were out of the area all together. He hurried over to the fallen brave and bent down near him. "How are you, friend? Did he get you bad? Do you even speak English?" He was meant with a groan of pain and the words he was hoping for. "Yes, I do speak it, sir. And thank you, my friend. Without your help, I would be dead right now..." His voice faded, but he was grimacing in pain and Luke could tell he was going to have trouble walking. He spoke pretty good English, though, if a bit stilted. "I guess it's just lucky I came along when I did. Those mountain lions can be wily and downright nasty. Just good timing on my part, I guess." Luke said. He looked closely at the man and saw a muscular, six-foot tall, reddish-skinned physique and a handsome face framed by the natives' traditional long hair, braided in places. Luke guessed him to be about mid-thirties, but with a world-weary look about him and a wisdom in his eyes that seemed too old for his relative youth. The brave reached out his hand, in a gesture of respect and friendship. "My name is Kohana. It means `swift one'. I guess on this day, my name does not suit me so well..." Luke took the proffered hand and gripped Kohana tight in his own. "Well now, those lions can take out anyone at any time. No shame in being surprised by a natural hunter. My name's Steele, by the way. Luke Steele. Pleasure to meet you Kohana. Just wish it were under better circumstances." He looked around, somewhat nervously. It usually wasn't wise to linger in these situations. "We should probably get going. Can you ride?" The Indian brave shook a little and gritted his teeth as Luke helped him up. "I...I think so. But what happened to my horse?" They looked around and realized the Palomino was gone, nowhere to be seen.
"Must've broken free and gotten going while the gettin' was good. You're welcome to ride with me for a while. I can get you back to your home." The other man looked at him and smiled. "That is very kind of you, Luke Steele. I would be indebted to you even more than I already am. My village is but a few miles from here. Perhaps half hours ride..." Luke walked to his horse, helping the wounded Indian along, although Kohana was limping badly. Luke climbed up into the saddle and then turned and helped the other man up behind him. The brave wrapped his arms around Luke's waist and the two set out at a loping gallop.
Indeed, it was barely thirty minutes later when they came up over a knoll and there before them was an Indian village. Rings of smoke wafted gently from scattered fire pits, women and children walked and played, a few dogs scampered about. The village was somewhat spread out, lying as it was towards the bottom of a shallow gulley. It seemed to Luke to radiate peace and it struck him what a simple, yet fulfilling life these people led, out here on the prairie. A couple of the dogs noticed their approach and began to bark, running towards the two men on the horse. A woman came upon them as Luke slowed his Paso to a slow trot, heading towards a hitching post. Concern showed in her eyes as soon as she saw Kohana behind Luke. As he got down and turned to help the other man, he suddenly realized why the women had appeared so concerned. The brave's face had turned a pale, clammy white and he had clearly lost some blood. Luke helped the women get him down. "I came upon Kohana just as a mountain lion was attacking. I was able to kill the thing, but I guess he got clawed worse than either of us thought. Is there somewhere I can lay him down?" The women looked at him and he instantly noted her great beauty. She was probably only about twenty seven or twenty eight, but clearly more than capable of taking care of such injuries, as she immediately ripped off Kohana's pants and exposed the wound so as to inspect it better. She had undoubtedly seen all types of cuts, bites, gunshots, and everything else and had to know how to deal with them, living in such relative seclusion. The woman responded. "Yes, sir. Please bring him this way." She walked rapidly towards a teepee about fifty feet away. Luke followed her, supporting Kohana with his right arm. He stepped into the teepee as the woman peeled back the animal skin covering the entryway. He helped to lay the warrior down on a small cot and then stood up and wiped his brow of sweat. He thought about offering to help mend the wound, but thought better of it; these were a proud people and they no doubt had ages-old remedies and medicines. He would not intrude on their traditions.
He stepped back out of the tent and took a look around. He was watching some children at play, when suddenly a young man caught his eye. As the other man drew nearer, Luke realized that he was barely more than a boy really, not much more than sixteen, probably. But Luke felt his breath catching in his throat as he surveyed the youth's lush beauty. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but buckskin short pants and moccasins. He stood about five foot eight and looked to weigh around one hundred sixty pounds of lean, sinewy muscle and his naturally reddish skin was even tanner from all the sun he obviously got. His thick, lustrous hair was long and braided. His face was gentle, almost effeminate, but not quite, and amazingly beautiful, highlighted by huge, brown eyes. He looked a little like Kohana and Luke wondered if the boy was the brave's son. As he came upon Luke, the boy looked him directly in the eye and smiled, a warm smile of greeting to be sure, but Luke thought he could sense something else lurking behind the look the boy gave him. He had seen that look before and it would warrant some more looking into. But he didn't want in any way to be seen as taking advantage of one so young, so he would need to tread carefully. Under no circumstances did he want to offend his new hosts.
Luke soon learned that Kohana had been stitched up by the woman he had met earlier, who had turned out to be his wife. And as fortune would have it, Kohana himself was actually the tribe's chieftain. His wife's name was Abequa, which meant `she stays at home'. After being invited to stay the night with the tribe, Luke thought maybe it wouldn't hurt to do just that, as it was now near dusk and while he could certainly travel at night if need be, he preferred riding during the day. As he walked through the village, he decided to poke his head into Kohana's teepee to check in on him. The chief saw him and smiled warmly, motioning for him to enter. "Luke Steele, my friend. Please come in. I am glad to see you and once again, many thanks for your actions. You have saved my life." Luke stepped in and closed the flap behind him. "It's good to see you're doing well, Kohana. Swift One indeed, I'm sure you'll be up and around in no time."
To be continued.......
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