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 persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 02
WritTen by T. Chase McPhee
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Cheyenne Bodie lay on top of James West, his body panting.
"I knew your macho ass would be worth coming back for, Jimbo'! Ah shit was that some hot fuck. Man, never fucked a guy for... has it been an hour?"
"Get your fuckin' head out of the way and I'll tell you!"
With their master/slave play slowly disintegrating, now that Bodie's shrinking barrel is backing out of West's cumfilled ass, their real identities surface. Bodie does a pushup off of Jim's body.
"Arm's ache?"
"Not bad and you've been fucking my ass for over an hour."
"Hmm... I'll have to try to break the record, next time, Jimbo'!"
"Damn near broke my ass!"
"Surprised I didn't tear these off!" Bodie replies, fondling Jim's red balls.
"Ooooh man.." Jim sighs, as the lace is loosened, freeing the large red globes.
"Next time I'll have to really strangle them, to keep them from surging like that!"
Sure enough, even though the protein flow had seemed to be shut off, West had released his load.
"Uh, clean up your mess, Jimbo, will ya?"
"How about the cuffs?" Jim asked, his arms still restrained behind his back.
"Hmm... let's see how good you clean me up, first?"
"Bastard!"
However, Jim didn't take it as a chore to fill his mouth as much as possible with Cheyenne Bodie's soft cock. In fact, with the barrel not hardened to it's full 10c, he could manage to get most of it in.
"Watch it, Jimbo' or I'll have to let loose again!"
There the macho man of the wild, wild west knelt, his wrists cuffed behind his back, slowly working the buffalo hunter's cock. Soon Bodie had no choice but to place a hand behind West's head and coax it into some more rigorous action. Both hands, instead of latching on to his ears, to drive his cock in and out, Bodie searched Jim's chest for the two perky nubs. Utlizing the pleasure spots as handles, he pushed against his chest. A rapid pull back, pressed West's lips into his pubic bush, but also elicited a muffled groan of pain and pleasure. Before too long, Bodie jumped, his cock grazing Jim's teeth, as it dragged out of his mouth.
"Fuck, Jimbo'! Didn't I tell you not to cum, before me?"
"Sorry... um, Sir!" West yelled out, as a humble gesture, realizing Bodie fell back into the play.
"Damn bitch!"
"Akkkkkughhhhhhhhhh!" West yelled out, as a heavy slap came across his face, sending him over onto his side.
"Dammit, Jimbo'! You bit my cock! Now your fuckin' going to pay!"
Hitting West's legs apart, Bodie lifted his foot. His heel came right down over the large globes.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" West screamed out, rolling over as a natural protection for his soft, defenseless organs.
"Oooooooh, I've just started with you, Jimbo'!"
It had been the worst pain James West ever had, in his whole life, yet the thirty-five year old sensed it as a temporary matter. Sure, it hurt like hell to get his balls squashed against the carpeted floor, but when he sealed his legs and rolled over, his cock made contact with the soft surface and he sensed an immense pleasure.
"Get up, Jimbo'!"
He moved over onto his front, arms still anchored behind his back.
"I said get up!"
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" West cried out, as he felt a stinging across his ass.
The razor strap, wielded by Cheyenne Bodie had been a parting gift from the town barber. As town Sheriff, it wasn't unheard of for townsfolk to bring their children in for a 'talking to'. One such youth, the sixteen year old son of the town barber, had taken his dad's gun, without his permission, and shot at tin cans. After Cheyenned reckoned a good strapping would cure that, the barber found that both his sons amended their ways more readily. Upon parting the town, the barber presented Cheyenned with a razor strap, as a parting gift. Thought he could use it, if he ever had to give a talking to, in his travels, to any other parents, about their boys. Yeah, Bodie was talking to his Jimbo', throught his arm, right now.
"What have you got to say for yourself, Jimbo'?"
It's the first time he's ever had his ass treated in this manner. The tingly feeling of that razor strap penetrating his ass sent automatic responses straight to his cock, causing it to pulse. Right now, West wasn't interested in Bodie being lenient on him.
"I'm talking to you, Jimbo'!"
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Doubled in half, providing more force, Bodie sent the razor strap across Jim's ass, causing the line to swell up, almost like hot coals at a campfire.
"What'd you say, Jimbo'?" Bodie asked roughly, grabbing his sweaty head of hair and jerking his head back.
He looked up but kept his tongue.
"Hmmm... guess I'm going to have to get rough on you then, Jimbo'!"
First he spotted the icebox. Opening it, he uncapped an ale, drinking it down easily.
"Nasty stuff," he said, but managed to empty the bottle. He commented, "In time, you'll get your's, Jimbo'!"
West wasn't sure of what he meant by that.
"Almost ready to call it a night, Jimbo, but I wouldn't want you to forget about this valuable lesson, plus my cock is mighty sore. Only one thing will make it feel better. Get up, Jimbo'!"
Ths time, Bodie helped him to his feet, grabbing ahold, once again, to the top of his head. West didn't fight, as Bodie released his hands. This time, he found rope being tied around his wrists. Bodie threw it, perfectly lassoing the hook in the ceiling. With a few jerks of the loose end, he had James West in his classic position, arms stretched above his head and feet barely touching the floor. It's then that Bodie spotted the handcuffs and it clicked of his plan a couple of hours ago.
"I just wonder?"
Jim looked down, as Bodie took one of his ballsacs in his hand. First he gave it a hard squeeze.
"Ihhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jim cried out.
"Eyes up and forward, Jimbo'!"
He proceeded with the order, now feeling one of his ballsacs being fitted with the metal cuff.
"Ooooooooooh!" He sighed, his head falling backwards.
It caused him another ball-squeezing, not complying with orders.
"You'll learn, boy. You think this is painful, wait til you meet the James boys!"
"Huh? James who?"
"Frank and Jesse. Yeah, going to meet up with them soon."
"You know Frank and Jesse James?"
After a click around West's other ballsac, Cheyenne Bodie stands, almost even with Jim's face.
"Certainly do. After I met you. Told them the fun I had with you. They can't wait to play with you."
"But, the government's been hunting those two lawless bandits for ages!"
"Yeah, they do a good job of eluding them, don't they?"
"So, how did you come to know them?"
"Hey, Jimbo', the thing about Frank and Jesse is that you don't need to know about them, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
James West was willing to forgo the information, even though it meant forfeiting the reward, plus the notoriety that would go along with capturing the government's most wanted. Thoughts of the James Brothers working over his bound body, if Bodie could indeed arrange it, intrigued him more.
"Oh yeah. Can't believe your balls are damn big enough to cuff, but sure is hot, Jimbo'. Now, let's see," Bodie began eyeing up Jim's back, running hand from shoulder to shoulder tried summing up, "hmm, this razor strap could do some damage to this nice milky white skin, Jimbo'."
As came to pass, Bodie realized his suggestions became more of a challenge to James West. Then the waiting, for any protests that his victim might have, with the impending torture.
Never being subjected to a whipping across his back, Jim had reservations, especially when his tormentor mentioned the fact of marring his back. However, the cuffs on his balls and still tingling of his ass, gave his cock the go ahead to choose. He kept silent.
"Well, we'll start out light then, Jimbo'. Yeah, let's start with a mere ten lashes and work our way forward, with that?"
The first lash, across James West's upper back, made a cracking sound, as if a thunderbolt hit a tree.
"Akkkkkkkkk!" He cried out, as his body lurched forward.
"Wow! I like the sound of that! What about you Jimbo'? Like the sound? Huh?"
He didn't answer, only breathed hard, trying to catch his breath.
"Hmm... not sure, are you, Jimbo'?"
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
The second lash across Jim's blades, produced an even stronger hue, plus a louder crackle and even more enunciated vocal response.
"Hmm... now that's what I call a nice lash!"
Bodie didn't waste anytime in between, other than a crying out of the splendid delivery the razor made, as it kissed Jim's upper back.
"I wonder," Bodie said, after the tenth lash.
He crossed over, from behind, to in front of Jim. His chin touching his sweat-slicked chest, Bodie smiled, looking at the erect cock secreting it's gooey pleasure juice.
"Can't get enough it, can you Jimbo'?"
West was on the verge of passing out. Bodie could tell that. He wanted to try the razor strap out on Jim's balls, but could see he wasn't up to anymore punishment for today.
"You done good, Jimbo'. Real good," He stated, untying the macho western man's wrists. "Hmm...sometime I'd like to keep your balls boundup in these, but for now..."
He could see that Jim wasn't in any mood for conversation, so keyed the cuffs around his balls and removed them.
"Time to get you to bed, Jimbo'."
Picking the hundred and eighty-five, six foot man up, he slung him over his shoulder. After trying a few doors, he found the one that led to a rather lux jon. He lay Jim down in a rather large basin. He played around with several gadgets.
"Don't that beat all!" He stood amazed, as he turned two gadgets.
One delivered hot water to the tub, another cold. At first he turned them the wrong way to stop the flow, but then realized his blunder.
"Whooooa!" Bodie shouted, as if trying to stop a flooding river.
The water had risen to James West's navel. He deemed it high enough. Looking around, he wasn't sure of what to do with himself. He'd like to be sitting in a basin of nicely heated water too, but there was only one.
"Hmm.."
Using his highly intelligent thinking skills, he put one leg in the basin, then grabbed West under the pits. Good thing he had riding skills! Quickly he threw his other leg over the side of the basin. Gently he sat down, bringing Jim over in front of him. He sighed, getting the pleasure of his cock and balls grazing down Jim's back and then his shaft lodging up against his ass.
"Ooooooooooohhhh I love it, Jimbo'!"
The feeling began to make Jim focus, too.
"Ooooooh... yeah.... feels good, Sir."
"Why don't you call me Chey?"
(Shy)
"Yeah... okay Chey."
Now much coherent talking took place, as Chey took to his hand's wanderings. First he massage Jim's sore balls, moving them softly in his hands, as he let Jim rest his sore back against his chest.
"Yeah, time to treat my man right."
What seemed like master and slave, began to take a return in the reverse direction. Now Chey pampered Jim, in both feeling up his body and his mind, with soft inuendos.
"You like your nips, massaged, huh Jimbo?"
"Oooooooooooh yeah."
Massaging, not in an ordinary person's sense. For James West, a tough mashing would be deemed torture, as another man's grief.
"Jim," came the first loving meaning of the word, "how did you come to like pain?"
"Long story."
"I have a lot of time, Jim. Remember that this is not the campfire and that you and I aren't going to be parting company?"
Chey's soft kiss on Jim's ear, showed him that.
"Feels nice, Chey."
"Anybody ever treat you nice like this, Jim?"
"No. Often dreamed about it, though."
The basin wasn't too big. Even so two men could sit in it, with feet flat up against the other side, yet Chey could shimmy around enough so that he could manipulate Jim's body so that he could kiss him.
"So, tell me about you Jim."
"Can't, Chey. It's classified."
"About the unclassified part, Jim? The not so macho side?"
Jim laughed, then set about telling the non-macho side of his life.
"Growing up, my mother died early on. I don't remember her much. Father was a colonel in the army. Tough man. Gave me my first beating when I was eight years old."
Chey wasn't without compassion. In fact, outside of the bdsm realm of roleplaying, he was completely the opposite.
"What did you do to deserve his punishment?"
"He sent me out to get with a bucket to bring home some game. I brought home blueberries. Got my ass whipped for wasting my time."
"Sounds like a demanding, unforgiving father."
"His way of dealing with discipline. He wasn't any different with his men. I can't tell you how many times I saw men tied up like you did me and give them a hard whipping."
"And their offense?"
"Seems like all a man had to do is look at my father the wrong way. Then he caught me with the first guy I had an affair with."
"Bad for you?"
"Both of us."
"Want to tell me about it?"
Jim sat there in the tub. It had been a long time since that afternoon he discovered something special about himself. Suddenly his macho facade began to crumble.
"Jim, what's this?"
"Nothing, Chey. A man from long ago that meant something to me."
"We don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to, Jim."
"No, Chey. I'd rather tell you and have it out."
James West went on to tell the story of how, at eighteen years old, a kind soldier showed him how two men could gently make love together. The unfortunacity of the situation is that they had been caught.
"What happened to the soldier?"
"First he had to appear before my father. I was there the whole time, while he stood accused of molesting me."
"And?"
"Of course he confessed."
"Bastard!" Chey said about Jim's father.
"Yeah, then father began the grueling punishment."
"Jim, you don't have to put yourself through this," Chey said, now rubbing cupfuls of water, from his hands, over Jim's shoulders, rubbing each one down his hairy chest, to his stomach and then returning with another soothing handful.
"I want to, Chey. They took him out to the solitary block."
"Did you have to go?"
"Yeah. He, my father, wanted to make sure I was punished too, mentally. They stripped off his shirt and tied him eagle-spread between two posts. He had two officers take off their belts and they pelted Robert's... his name was Robert.. they pelted his back with their belts, until my father gave his signal to stop. I felt so, so bad for Robert."
It's the first time, since that day, that Jim began to shower himself with painful emotions.
"It's okay, Jim. Let it out."
"They let him hang there in the sun and bake, Chey. I wanted to help Robert, but I couldn't."
"I know you did, Jim. I can see that you wanted to. Did he die there?"
"No. My father made sure he got water. At night they took him into the barracks. My father told every soldier to have sport with him. I didn't know what that meant. What I found out is that some of the soldiers, if judged like I had been judged, would be guilty of the same thing."
"Other gay men?"
"Right, Chey. My father made me stay there in the barracks and watch as time after time they raped his ass, in between two men holding him, while others beat him."
"I'm sure not all of them wanted to do it, Jim."
"No, but they went along with it."
"Of course. They probably felt trapped between doing it or getting punished themselves. What happened to Robert, Jim?"
"Robert was my out."
"Your out, Jim?"
"Yes. I stole two horses and some rations. After they took their pleasuring out of Robert, they coaxed me into trying to fuck him. I made like I wanted to, taking him to a separate room. Instead, I put him across a horse and led him away from the post."
"You got away."
"Yes. Some of your people found us. At first they didn't want to help us."
"Of course. Soldiers weren't welcomed, but my people can be compassionate and look beyond."
"Like they did for Robert and I."
"How did you make out?"
"Robert got stronger. They were able to get him to ride. I think he is in Canada. I made my way east and then made a connection with a kind man, whom led me to the secret service."
"And you never crossed paths with your father?"
"Not until I walked on his grave."
"Sorry, Jim."
"Don't be, Chey. I only went back to visit my mother's grave. In fact, I kicked my father's gravestone til it broke in half. I don't know. Gave me some kind of satisfaction."
"Did it make your foot feel good, Jim?"
Jim sort of smiled, then asked, "What's this thing with you and feet, Chey?"
"Old indian torture!"
The atmosphere lit up some. Chey never found out why Jim likened to be tortured, but their relationship had been in the early stages. Whether Chey learned of Jim's obsession with pain, didn't matter. He knew his own reasons, for liking of the fact that he enjoyed seeing men squirming and screaming, neither played a part in the enjoyment of the 'sport'.
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