The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 15 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I better get back. Morgan's going to wonder what happened to me," Michael Grady reported, getting up from his seat, on Braedon's lap.
"Oh man, Michael, look what you went and did?"
Captain John Skinner, wholly embedded up Foxworth's ass chute, looking over his shoulder, comments, "Ain't you the horny one, Brae?"
"Was it Ben Franklin that quotes, `So many asses, so little time?'" Michael jokes.
"I think I heard Morgan calling ya?" Skinner jokes back.
However, it's Braedon, wondering where to spend his pent up erection. Now that Michael's left the room, there's only two options.
"Remember that brawl I got you out of, at Bart's, Cappy?"
"That was two years ago. You still remember that, Brae?"
"I do. Also remember that you never paid me back for the round of beers."
"Yeah? So? What's your point, Brae?"
Captain Skinner got Braedon's drift.
"Ooooooooooooooohshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" He cried out, feeling the instant impalement.
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"Ooooh, what is this, J.J.?"
After stripping down Artemis Gordon, the twenty-one year old bound him to the bed, eagle-spread.
Fluttering his eyebrows, Artemis asks, sexually, "Now, you going to strip for me?"
J.J. Sebastien, whom Artemis had chosen as his occasional playmate, responds, "I think not, Artemis."
Artemis' demeanor changes, to the perplexed, questioned look.
"Oh, I get it," he returns with a slight grin, "playing hard to get, huh?"
"No, Artemis, I'm tired of playing your games, besides, I don't feel I want to be, pardon the pun, `tied down', to your self-centered lifestyle for the rest of my days."
The puzzled demeanor returned, coupled with that look of anger Artemis Gordon was capable of portraying.
"What is this, J.J.? Untie me at once!" Gordon demanded, as if steam poured out of his ears.
"No, I think it's time we parted company and now that you have ridded us of Foxworth, I think it's time that I assumed a career more worthy of my abilities."
"Career, worthy of your abilities? What abilities do you bestow, except that of an actor... and all disrespect intended, but one can't act to save one's soul?"
Artemis Gordon was not in any position to dictate orders, nor throw about slander. However, J.J. had been preparing for this moment, almost as long as Gordon had put together his own plan for ousting Arthur Foxworth, and his takeover, at the Secret Service Agency.
Chuckling, looking at his watch, J.J. replied, "They should be coming along right about now."
There came a knock at the door.
"What the fuck?" Artemis called out.
J.J. opened the door, to admit four burley looking men. They had with them a large, wooden crate. Now, with a look of rage, despair and horror, Artemis Gordon looked on, as they brought it into the room.
"Gentlemen," the twenty-one year old blond directed to them, "I've been informed by Captain Skinner, that you have exactly six hours, before reporting back to your ship, with it's special cargo. Enjoy the next five!"
Even after shutting the door, J.J. could hear the insults hurled at him.
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"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" James West screamed.
Jim began snapping out of the deep slumber, after having his back lacerated and gut bashed in, only to find the huge cone-shaped object penetrating his ass chamber. Any movement caused the point to seek a deeper relationship with his greased up hole, driving the wedge in, stretching his ass canal.
"So, we meet again, Mr. West!"
"Dr. Ugggghhggnn Love...uhh less!" Jim tried getting out his response, not so surprised at who had been behind his demise.
"Gentlemen how barbaric! Release Mr. West, at once!"
However, the deranged dwarf keyed into Jim's hard, leaking shaft, the pain elicited, as Caligula `accidentally' let go of the crank, which kept Jim's body elevated, from falling full force onto the bullet plug up his ass.
"Akkkkkkkkkghhhhhhhhh!" West cried out, as his arms flopped to his sides.
At first, in a seated position, his body weight drove the giant plug as far as it could go, into James West's ass canal. That is, before falling forwards. Robert Birch ran quickly, pushing Dr. Loveless out of the way, saving him from being crushed by Jim's weight. Of course, Birch suffered the position of James' chest and stomach landing full force on his bare back and ass.
"Uuumppphfff!" Both men cried out.
For Dr. Miguelito Loveless, no incident which brought himself harm was regarded as excusable. So became the fate of Robert Birch, as well.
Birch, rising up, dragging himself out from under James West's partial pinning, asks, "Dr. Loveless, are you alright?"
Expecting gratitude, instead he hears the command, in rather a rash tone, "Seize that man! Put him in chains!"
A rude awakening grabs Robert Birch, as the reality of his predicament has revealed.
"But Dr. Loveless, I saved you.. I"
"No man touches me without regret! Silence him, Caligula!"
Caligula tries to vindicate Robert, "But Dr. Loveless, Robert.."
"Would you like to find yourself in chains as well, Caligula?"
He can only watch, as the guards seize Robert Birch, drag his body off to the `X' frame, chaining his limbs to it, outstretched. They also gag him. Caligula feels more than remorse for the new prisoner. However, for now, he plays it Dr. Loveless' way.
Standing there, Dr. Loveless circles West's body, lying limp on the stone floor. He kicks one of Jim's legs apart, revealing the larger than life asshole. At the same time, a man in a long white coat squats down and checks Jim's vitals.
"Well, Dr. Nelson?"
"West is unconscious, sir."
"That, Dr. Nelson, is quite obvious. What about the formula?"
"We need to get him off of the floor. The coldness may have an effect on it's use."
"Caligula?"
"Yes, Dr. Loveless?"
"Move West to the rack!"
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"How did it go, J.J.?"
"Very smoothly. Artemis didn't have a clue to our plans. And Foxworth?"
"Should be boarding Captain Skinner's ship any moment now, but right now I'm more interesting in `us'?"
J.J. moves closer to Braedon Murphy. First he leans in, touching lips to lips. As they embrace, he reaches to Braedon's shirt and begins to unbutton them.
"Ooooooo.." Braedon sighs, feeling the twenty-one year old's hands inside his shirt, rubbing his lightly haired, blonde chest.
"I can't wait to get you into bed," J.J. suggests to his twenty-five year old lover.
"Oh yeah. Can't wait to fuck your tight ass."
"Miss me that much, do you?"
"Oh yeah. Got a pent up load, waiting for you!"
Five fucks later, Braedon's balls still churned, begging for release. Such was the desire of both as they resorted to stripping themselves. With energy, shirts became torn off, turned inside out. J.J. lost a button from his pants. They didn't bother with the socks, as the two crashed into the bed, at which point they began making fervent love to each other.
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"What are we going to do, Pop?"
"Nothing much we can do. It's only the three of us against.... How many, I couldn't begin to guess."
"I wonder if my father is in there?"
"Your father, Jake?"
"I'm not sure, but he was supposed to deliver James West to somebody, but.... Well that's a long story, too."
However, while they had the time, both Stormy and his father listened to Jake's story of he and his dad.
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"How long does it take for the formula to take effect? How long before Mr. West recovers, Dr. Nelson?"
There, up on a throne-like chair, Dr. Miguelito Loveless sat. He peered over the hairy body of James West. Stretched out, arms above his head, his limbs fastened to the frame of a medieval torture rack. Caligula stood near the upper part, the large wheel utilized for stretching the body in place.
"It's tough to say, sir. Perhaps thirty minutes or... wait, I think West may be coming out of it now."
Sure enough, Jim groaned, his head lifted from it's side position, wedged in between his arms, tautly stretched above him.
"Ugggnnnn..." Jim continued, as he awoke from his slumber, that had been a near death event.
"Dr. Nelson?"
"There doesn't seem to be any damage," the thirty-four year old doctor reported, after probing Jim's stomach area. "Bruises seem to have all disappeared." A quick observation under him, revealed, "No lacerations. He's completely healed!"
"The formula works! Excellent!"
"Seems to have. I'll have to do a complete examination, to be sure," Dr. Nelson replied.
"Soon," Loveless replied.
"I beg to differ, Dr. Loveless, but it should be done at once."
"Nonsense. West is coming around and we need to continually test the formula."
"But, doctor..."
"Guards, escort Dr. Nelson back to his quarters!"
Still protesting, Dr. Nelson is manhandled and escorted out of the torture chamber. No one took notice that he showed an interest in the figure, bound on the `X' frame.
"So, what's your mad, insane scheme this time, Loveless?"
"The perfect plan. Soon I'll have the country at my feet, eventually the world and all the riches to go along with it. And you, Mr. West are the first step. How does your stomach feel?"
So intent on finding out the facts, Jim forgot about his injuries sustained, hours ago. He became very concerned why his stomach didn't ache, nor his back, which should have pained him like hell.
"While I'm explaining why your injuries are completely healed, Mr. West, if you don't mind, I'll put phase two into place... Caligula?"
With drool on his lips, Caligula turned the big wheel, at the end of the table, where Jim lay out on. Ankle cuffs kept his legs secured to an iron bar, at the foot of the table. Above, wrist cuffs are attached to chains. As the wheel turns, the chains move his arms straight above him, suspended about six feet away from the turning wheel.
"Akkkkk!" Jim winced, gritting his teeth.
Loveless held up his hand. The wheel stopped turning.
"You see, Mr. West, under my direction, Dr. Mark Nelson..."
"The microbiologist?"
"Ah, so there's more behind James West than a horny cock?"
"Akkkkk...ooooh...ooooh!" Jim cried out, than moaned in pain, as Dr. Loveless leaned forward, swatting the nine inch, tender shaft.
"Hmm... I like it..." Loveless shows interest in the pain response from the short moment of cock torture. Calling out, he singles out a guard, "You there..."
Caligula reports, "His name is Rico, sir."
Dr. Loveless paused, his eyes checking out the young guard.
"Yes, sir?" Rico replied, stepping forward, on the opposite side of the rack.
"Caligula, fetch a quirt for Rico."
"Yes, sir."
Leaving their presence for a minute, Caligula returns with a very small, miniature whip. It resembles a small flogger, with several loose, four inch talons, constructed of leather. He hands it to Rico.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Rico asks.
Reaching over, Dr. Loveless takes Jim's hardened erection in his hand.
"Turn the wheel, Caligula."
As West cries out in pain, the deranged doctor strokes his shaft.
"Enough!" Comes the order to halt. "Now, Rico, I want you whip Mr. West's cock."
"You mean hit it? With this?"
"If you don't want to do it, I can get another guard to do it. However, I will strap you down to Mr. West and have your cock whipped too?"
Dr. Loveless watched, as the guard, whom seemed to be in his early twenties, gulped.
Holding the small flogger out, parallel to Jim's hard shaft, Rico asked "Now?"
"I'm getting very impatient, Rico."
Thinking of his own cock, Rico slaps Jim's shaft with the flogger. He moans.
"Nooo...nooo....noooo! Give that to me, here." Miguelito orders.
Without hesitation, Dr. Loveless hails down onto Jim's stiff rod.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkkkkk!" Jim cried out in horrible pain.
"Aiiiiiii!" Rico sighs, with astonishment, a tinge of his Spanish accent. "Look how red it is!"
Dr. Loveless is amused by the innocence of the young man. Perhaps he would prove as amusing this evening, in his bed?
However, Dr. Loveless has one problem, with the torture, so he tells Caligula, "I don't like the way West's cock flops down like that. Caligula, do something about it."
"Yes, Sir."
Releasing a chain from the ceiling, one of many that act suspended about any particular part of the body, this one falls from above, to right above Jim's pubes. Taking a small leather collar, he forms it around the head of Jim's cock, under the mushroom flange. It produces a pleasurable amount of emotion, elicited from Jim. Then a bit of wincing, as he tries snapping it closed.
"No, wait!" Dr. Loveless suspends the action, his hand gesturing. "On second thought, put it around Mr. West's balls."
Caligula seems to favor that decision more.
As West's balls are tethered to the leather collar, Rico asks, "This mean I whip his balls?"
"Unless you would much rather have your balls whipped, Rico?"
"No, senor. I do it!"
In own little warped world, Dr. Lovelace has already made a decision that later he would indeed enjoy watching Rico's balls being whipped. However, for now, he will enjoy watching the reluctant man do the grisly task.
For the next hour, Dr. Loveless gets his jollies, watching Jim being stretched out on the rack and the distraction of West's balls getting belted by Rico, wielding the small flogger. Four times, Rico had interrupted, telling Dr. Loveless that he thinks West has had enough. Loveless added each infraction to Rico's punishment, which would follow much later this evening, after he had finished today's torturing of James West.
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"So, you're father never has accepted the fact that you like other men, Jake?"
"No. How about you, Steve?"
"Jake, my father accepts me either way."
Then looking to his father, Stormy gets the okay to reveal another secret.
"You see, Jake. My father accepts me being this way... Well, because Pop is the same as me."
"Same?"
"Yeah."
Steve leans in, putting his hand on Jake's shoulder, rubbing it, then reveals, "Jake, I understand Stormy's feelings, because I like men too."
"You? In the same family?"
"It's not such a strange thing, son," Steve relates to Jake.
A bit overwhelmed, Jake asks the first thing that comes to mind, "Have you and Stormy ever... I mean..."
Smiling, Stormy replies, "No, we've never been in bed together, Jake, if that's what you mean."
Steve shared in the bit of hilarity.
"Well, you're a lot older, too," Jake stretched the reality of their relationship.
Steve tells him, "But that wouldn't matter, if we weren't related and I like Stormy, in that way."
"An older guy liking a younger guy?"
"Sure. Why I've known a cowhand, in his forties, settling down with a fellow in his twenties."
"I guess I never thought of it in that way," Jake replied, more accepting.
"Pop is even okay with us settling down, if that's alright with you, Jake?"
This is the first time Jake even thought about such a thing.
"Like living together under one roof?"
"Sure. Sleeping in the same bed at night, doing stuff together. Be fun."
"I don't know, Stormy. I like you a lot and all."
Steve could see that the boys needed to be alone, so excused him self, to tend to the horse.
"Like I said, Jake, I like you more than the way you fuck me. Didn't you like it when we kissed? "
"Sure, I liked it."
Disregarding his own feelings, he saw to the disappointed that still plagued Stormy. It hurt to see him unhappy. He wasn't sure about all this, but for now, this is all he had to work with.
"And, I liked the feeling of fucking you, Stormy!"
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"Aggggrrrrrhhh...ooooh...ooooohfuck, yeah!" J.J. called out, holding the headboard, on his knees, as Braedon worked over his asshole.
"You are soooo tight, J.J.!"
Pulling out, till the tip of his cock almost fell out, Braedon used his hands on the twenty-one year old's torso, like handles, to force his ten inches back in.
"Ooooooooohhhhfuck yeah!" J.J. belted out, as his ass chamber filled up. "Oooooooh," came the release, as Braedon vacated.
"C'mon, over on your back," Braedon ordered, pulling out all the way and slapping J.J.'s ass.
J.J. whimpered when Braedon dropped out. It only gave him more incentive to flip over onto his back, spreading his legs. At the same time, he reaching under his thighs, moving his legs back, like doubling him self in half, as he readied himself to be reentered.
"Damn, you're beautiful," Braedon complimented, as he held his erection, keeping it firmed up.
His other hand reached forward, touching J.J's chest, tweaking his right nip.
"Ooooooh!" J.J. sighed, closing his eyes, then almost as dominating, ordered, "Get back inside me, Brae!"
Smiling, Braedon lowered the tip of his cock to the lightly haired ass crevice. Finding the small opening with the tip of his cock, he pressed in. Feeding it with his hand, he managed to get the first inch in. >From there, the twenty-five year old pressed on, burying his ten inches in deeper. When half way in, he moved his knees closer, driving his shaft in, moving his balls closer to J.J.'s ass. Soon his head passed between the scissoring legs. He did not have to watch his lodged cock, only feel it entering the tight chute. Moving his hands from J.J.'s thighs, for leverage, he took up a new sweet torment, mashing the perky nips between his fingers and thumbs.
"Ooooooooh fuck....oooooh fuck yeah!" J.J. called out.
Braedon chuckled to himself, looking down and seeing the precum leaking out of J.J.'s long shaft. The more he played with the perky pecmeat, the more the cum flowed.
Without reason, J.J. let his legs fall forwards.
"Fuck yeah!" Braedon yelled out, as the action seemed to drive his erection in, deeper.
Before long, Braedon felt as if his balls were boiling. The churning in his orbs needed release. Once again he lifted J.J.'s legs up, placing them on his muscled shoulders. Then with force, he pumped his cock, over and over, into his ass, trying to bury it deeper. He fucked J.J. over and over, for what seemed like an hour. The sweat flew furiously from his brow.
As if holding on for dear life, J.J. clasped the metal bars at the top of the bed. At times he found himself pressing against the bars, as if Braedon wasn't getting in deep enough.
"I'm gonna cum!" Braedon yelled out.
Finding Braedon's hand, J.J. placed it around his own barrel. Then, going back to hold on, for the ride, he groaned in ecstasy as his own cock was pumped, in unison with his innards being massaged.
"Ohh fuck! Oooo Fuck! Ooooooh fuck...fuck... yeah!" Braedon cried out, as his balls pumped out their pent up protein.
At the same time, J.J. pressed his ass down, wanting more inside of him, as his load spurted out in rope after rope, hitting himself in the chin.
"Aggggghhhhhh...ahhhhh...ahhhhhhh...ooooh...ooooh!"
The moaning continued, last little spurts taking place, even though Braedon lay on top of him, totally spent, their chests, stomachs and pubes plastered with their man cream.
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Sometimes an impatient man, Dr. Loveless stood, leaned one hand on West's taut abs and stole the flogger away from Rico.
"You're much too slow!" He accused the Hispanic youth.
Going at it, full throttle, Loveless whipped away at Jim's balls. Since Caligula manned the wheel, at which he slowly turned, causing Jim unbearable stress and pain, Loveless signaled one of the other guards.
"I want these balls stretched higher!"
"Yes, sir," the guard replied.
Unlatching the catch, which kept Jim's balls taut, the guard yanked on the chain.
"Higher... put your weight into it!"
"Yes, sir."
And that the guard did. Letting his knees go slack, he leaned in on the chain. The set of orbs, closely clasped together, rose in the air by three inches, causing Jim more grief. Being fully stretched out on the rack and stretching more, with every passing minute, gave no leeway for him to arch his back.
"More!" He yelled out to the guard, leaning with his full weight on the chain that stretched James' balls.
Now they turned a serious red, as the skin between thinned.
"Aiiiiiiii!" Rico sighed, his eyes glued to the set of ballsacs, high above him.
His mouth hung open, looking at skin that stretched between the hairy balls and stiff cock. In addition to the tautness of the orbs, Loveless whipped away at them, as they hung suspended. Soon Jim couldn't take anymore. Slowly he lost the momentum to cry out with pain.
"That's all?" Loveless griped , as Jim sank into unconsciousness.
He motioned for the torture to stop. The guard let go of the chain, which immediately made Jim's balls flop down. Curious, Rico had to see what they felt like. Loveless slapped his hand with the flogger.
Remembering his long term plan, Loveless , "Caligula, put this guard in chains!"
"Who? Rico?"
"Do you have a problem with that, Caligula?"
"Um... no.... sir," He replied, reluctantly.
"And fetch Dr. Nelson. I want West awake and now!"
As Caligula went to go for Rico, he backed away, till his back met the wall.
"You.... You're not gonna torture me, are you amigo?"
Caligula searched his soul. In a way, he didn't want anything to do with enslaving the youth in chains. However, implanted in his brain, it was either the youth or himself.
"How old are you, anyway?"
"Eighteen."
In a split second, Caligula formulated a plan.
"When I tell you to, kick me as hard as you can, in the balls."
"Que, Senor?"
"Do what I tell you. Kick me in the balls and then run through that door over there. Don't stop to look back."
"Alright. I do what you say, Senor, but you crazy man. Almost as crazy as that man!"
In less than ten seconds, Caligula lets out a deafening scream. Falling to the stone floor, he huddles in a fetal position, clutching his jewels. Out of the corner of one eye, he sees Rico scurrying away.
"Nooooooooo! Caligula, you ass! You let him getaway! You'll pay for this! You'll pay, I tell you!"
Caligula slowly recovers. In his own right, he can take ten times as much as Rico can dish out. However, it's Dr. Loveless, turning on him, that he can't take.
"You two, grab him... bind him!" the dwarfed doctor instructs two guards.
The hierarchy of the dungeon began to disband, as the dungeon master fell victim to Dr. Loveless' actions. Every guard that happened upon Caligula, wound up being thrown into a wall, a table or other object. After twenty or so troops had failed to contain Caligula, he became lethal to Dr. Loveless. More agile, because of his size, the deranged doctor easily escaped under the dungeon furniture, or around a corner.
Caligula canvassed every area, but Dr. Loveless could not be found. Like a cat and mouse game, he listened for clues of scuffling, but none could be found.
Suddenly, he did hear a sound. Moving quickly, around a corner, he pounced on the body, flattening it out underneath himself.
"Ummmmmmmmmpfff!"
"Rico? What the fuck?"
"Ooooooh!" Rico moaned.
"I thought I told you...."
"I think it better I come back. I think you not suffer for me, Calickcula."
It's the first time Caligula could even perceive that someone cared about him. The brown man leaned over and kissed the Hispanic. At first Rico pressed against the strong, bare shoulders, then gave in to his own impulses.
Breaking, he said, "Come on, we have to get you out of here, Rico."
"I can't go without James West."
"Huh?"
"That is my mission."
"You're fuckin' what?"
"I am with Secret Service. I help James West escape."
In his mind, Caligula thought, `you've got to be kidding!' However, at this point, he could see how his own fate was winding up. It's then he heard a sound, like a distant cannon, however the shaking of the dungeon proved the explosion much closer.
"C'mon," Caligula called out.
Hauling himself and Rico off of the floor, he told the eighteen year old to loosen the bonds of Robert Birch.
A second sound was heard. Not only did the dungeon shake, but soot loosened from above and the foundation.
"Shit!" Caligula called out, as he turned the wheel of the rack, reversing the stretching action.
Another few seconds passed.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I need to administer this to West. It is vital to his survival!"
Dr. Nelson held a vial of something that shimmered blue.
"What is it?"
"Don't question me. I need to administer it and now!"
"Let him do it!"
There, standing next to the doctor, Robert Birch stood, Rico next to him.
"I knew you still cared!" Caligula replied.
Robert and Rico unfastened Jim's ankles from the rack, as Dr. Nelson fed Jim the vial, Caligula assisting in raising his head.
Another explosion brought forth a reining of dust, dirt and larger fragments of rock.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkhhhh!" Caligula called out, as a rock hit him in the head.
Stealing James West's bare body from the rack, Rico and Robert clutched him under the armpits and thighs, carrying him towards the door of the dungeon chamber.
"C'mon Dr. Nelson! Save yourself!" Robert called out.
"No. There's still some serum left," he shouted back, approaching Caligula's lifeless body, splayed out on the floor.
Tilting Caligula's jaw open Dr. Nelson let the contents from the vial roll down the tube and into his mouth. For sure, he would not be able to carry the over six-foot giant, so left him. He also had another on his mind.
"Brian!"
Dropping the vial, he headed out the door. He prayed Caligula would react favorably and quickly, to the serum.
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Continued....
Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection, without prior written permission.