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 matter'; got condom?
"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 16 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I hate to break up this tender moment, but..."
Felt and heard by all, an extraordinarily loud boom sounded. Jumping up from the ground, Stormy and Jake fixed themselves, as they watched the long, billowy cloud of black smoke rise above the settlement.
"What in the hell is happening, Pop?"
"I'm not sure, but I think we should close in and see if anyone needs help."
"I--I hope if my father is there, he's alright," Jake called out.
"If he's there," Stormy replied, "we'll find him!"
Being a half mile away, the three hustled along towards the settlement. The first humans they came across had been some of the Indian braves, mixed with guards. At this point of upheaval, neither showed authority over the other. The aim seemed to focus on getting far away from the explosive situation.
"Look!" Stormy pointed towards the sky.
"I'm going to see if I can find Mr. West," Steve Connors told the boys.
Rising, along with a cloud of smoke, a hot air balloon glided through the sky. However, their attention became short-lived, as Jake gasped, pulling on Stormy's shirt sleeve.
"It's... it's my father!"
A few feet inside the gates of the compound, a square frame was erected. From the four corners, a man's limbs had been attached. His head hung down to his chest. His chest and stomach showed signs of a whipping.
Whatever the case, Steve Connors had become separated, so the two boys fended for themselves. With nothing to climb up on, Stormy offered his shoulders. Another explosive toppled their balancing act.
"What'r we gonna do, Stormy!"
"Don't worry, Jake. We're not leaving without him! Quick! Give me the shirt!"
Taking off the piss-stained shirt, Stormy grabbed it from Jake. He tossed it up a few times, before getting the sleeve caught on the top of the pole.
"Let's hope this doesn't tear."
However, just as he reached one of the wrist restraints, the shirt gave way. Stormy tumbled down, Jake catching him.
"Now what do we do?"
In broken Spanish, they heard, "Need help?"
Out from one of the buildings, came Rico. In his stead, Steve Connors helped Robert Birch in carrying James West. The formula had begun to revive Jim, but he was not at walking capacity.
"Sure could," Stormy replied, as Jake half held him, arms outstretched, in the same position as catching him.
Faster than anyone could deem possible, Rico shimmied up one of the posts, wielded a hunting knife and began cutting through the ropes that secured the eagle-spread man.
Setting James West up against a pole, Robert and Steve helped catch the figure, as he slung from his bindings.
"Now let's get the hell outta here," Steve yelled out.
"We've got James West," Stormy and Jake reported.
"Heeeey! Wait up!"
A young guy none of them seemed to know came running out of the ruins, which still had it's outbursts of explosive action. However, an informer did have the key to his identity.
"What's wrong, Brian?"
The youth looked at Rico.
"No time to explain. Is it your father?"
"He needs help. A wooden beam fell on him, as he tried to help me escape," Brian reported to them.
Steve took the helm, stating, "The rest of you clear out. Robert, come with me!"
Rico left with Stormy, Jake, Jake's father and James West.
On there way into one of the buildings, left in tact, they came across two on their way out.
Robert Birch said, "Caligula? But you're?"
"I know. I should be dead. Dr. Nelson feed me serum."
"Right now Dr. Nelson could be dead!"
Caligula followed the search party, led by Brian Nelson. Along with them had been one of the dungeon hostages, almost forgotten, the Indian brave, Hastiin. Before they could turn about, heading towards where Brian left his dad, a massive explosion shook them all to the ground.
"Nooooooooooo!" Brian called out, as heat radiated from the cavern where his father came to find and release him.
The last group walked out of the outlaw community, leaving behind the settlement engulfed in flames.
"Pop?" Stormy hugged his dad, at first sight.
Approaching the small gathering, which included James West, they all greeted each other. Rico looked up.
"Calickcula! You made it out, amigo!"
He rushed over to help Hastiin walk the big brown man to the setting of rocks.
"Owwwwch! I think it's broken," Caligula exclaimed, the pain afflicting his left ankle.
Setting Caligula down, Hastiin began walking away.
"Oh, you leaving me?"
The thirty-four year old Indian brave, still donning the metal neck, wrist and ankle bands, turned. He stared for a moment at Caligula. Then, after hearing the distant calling from the other braves, he left Caligula's sight.
Rico asks, "Did you like him?"
"Yes, but did not treat him right. I should have listened to Robert Birch."
Robert turned and stated, "Like I told you Caligula?"
The others hadn't a clue to what transpired,
"Mr. West, how are... I mean...."
"They're just fine, Rico," James replied, seeing the Hispanic look down at his crotch.
"They don't look at all sore."
"The serum?"
"Oh yes. Listen, Mr. West," Rico began.
"My friends call me Jim."
"Well, Jim, look. I'm sorry I had to whip your cock and balls, I..."
Jake broke in, "You whipped Jim's cock and balls?"
"It's not like I had a choice in the matter!"
Caligula set them straight, reporting, "Dr. Loveless made Rico do it or else, he would have suffered the same fate."
"Yikes!" Stormy shouted out. "Can't imagine something like that happening with my cock and balls, can you Pop?"
Stormy's father sat there, with a wry grin on his face.
"Pop?"
"Oh yeah... Um, no," he scratched his head, "Sounds like a fate worse than death. I mean, we're talking about some sensitive abuse here!"
For most, Steve Connors' delusion sufficed for an explanation. Caligula looked at the bare-chested man with opportunity. His loins stirred at the thought of having the man bound and working over his cock and balls!
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As morning light broke, Braedon stretched out his right arm. Nestled in the pit of his other, slept J.J. Looking out the window, from above sidewalk level, he spied a drifting cloud.
"What's on your mind, Brae?"
Turning back to the voice in their bed, softly petting J.J.'s head of blonde, rustled hair, he replies, "How perfect the world seems this morning."
Heaving himself over, he pins Braedon to the bed and starts some kissing action. It stops abruptly.
"Owwch!" J.J. shouts, looking down between them. "You've done enough damage with my nips, Brae!"
Giggling, he replies, looking at the red nubs, "Yeah. Made nice handles to hold on to, while fucking your ass!"
"Watch out. Tonight's my turn to stuff your chute!"
"Thinking of taking my cherry, are you?"
"Oh, I stopped thinking about it a while ago, Brae!"
Without thinking twice about having his ass penetrated for the first time, Braedon asks, "Have I told you lately that I think you're beautiful?"
"Yeah, first thing last night, before you took to harassing my pecs and then about thirty times after that!"
"Here's thirty-one... I think you're beautiful!"
Doing a slight pushup, J.J. looked at Braedon, then began licking his face stubble, something he found highly erotic last night. His tongue coated the sides of his chin, working it's way around, stopping for a kiss.
"Think maybe I'll grown a beard."
"Oh yeah. Would be hot, Brae."
Not wanting to wait that long, J.J. descended to Braedon's hairy pecs. Lapping away at the deep blond chest fir, he wet down the midchest region. Next, he traveled westward, reaching Braedon's rigid mountain peak.
"Ooooooooh yeah!" Braedon cried out in pleasure.
Showing his appreciation for the tongue swirling around his nip, he softly petted J.J.'s blonde mane.
"Guess what I'll be working tonight, as I'm fucking your cherry ass?"
"Don't stop... Don't stop..." Braedon replied, in soft tones.
Smiling and in a devious mood, J.J. leaned his head back down.
"Oooooooh!" Braeden gasped, as the whole swath of J.J.'s tongue passed over his nip and the hair surrounding it. "Oooooh...oooooooohfuck!" Braedon cried out loud, lifting both himself and J.J., arching his back.
Laughing, J.J. broke off the nip action, to say, "Like a little nip torture do we?"
"Oh, don't fuckin' stop!"
Braedon didn't condone the fact that he liked his nips worked a bit on the rough side. He continued to arch his back, each time J.J. bit down on his nipmeat or took it to the extreme, grasped the eraser head, like pliers and pulling away from Braedon's pectoral. As more than one way of discovering Braedon's hidden pleasure spots, he felt a stabbing in his own pubes!
"Got news for you, Brae."
"What's that?"
"Can't wait till tonight to take that cherry!"
"Whatever....." Braedon replied, again spoken softly.
What Braedon hadn't realized is that the response would be immediate. He didn't care though. With only one of his nips worked, he felt so awesome. He didn't want their time in bed to end anytime soon. To prolong the action, he took it upon himself to bowl J.J. over.
"What tha?" J.J. replied, before realizing that he was about to receive an oral workover.
"Might not be able to wait myself."
"Oh yeah? We're not getting out of bed till I take your cherry ass, so don't forget it!"
True to his word, after Braedon orally worked J.J., including tongue fucking his first ass, lubing it up and unloading his balls, J.J. turned on him, taking his cherry.
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Before too long, a band of travelers, crossing the country, happened upon the remnants of the desert compound. Some of it still smoldered, which grabbed their attention.
As one of them helped Caligula to stand, an arm grabbed him around the waist. Recognized, was the iron band that clung to his wrist.
"Hastiin? You came back?"
For the first time, Caligula's eyes saw what the face looked like, with a smile attached!
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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.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP