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" 26 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Through the Washington underground, not the public thoroughfare, a private train ran the gauntlet of the city.
"He's going to be alright, isn't he?"
Looking across the narrow expanse of the speeding train, Jim assured JJ, "He's hurt bad, yes, JJ, but Braedon is a strong man. He'll pull through."
Marc Taylor patted Jim on the thigh, as a sign of wishing the agent his best, also.
"Don't worry amigo. I see men in worse conditchuns!" Rico said, his arm rubbing JJ's shirt-covered shoulder.
"Aren't you cold?"
"No, amigo. Okay, si, un poco."
"Does that mean yes?"
"Si," The almost nineteen-year old Latino replied.
"Here," JJ replied, I can fit some of you in here.
Rico smiled, accepting the gesture of stretching his own shirt over two backs.
"So, no one has seen hide nor heard of Gonzalez, Marc?"
"Nothing. It's like he faded into thin air."
"He has to turn up somewhere. Have they checked the docks?"
"Still in the process. A ship is not leaving port until every crate has been forced open."
"Wouldn't Captain Skinner be pissed?" Jim chuckled.
"Oh now Captain Skinner is a special case in itself."
"How so, Marc?"
"Well, I'm sure you never knew this, but Captain Skinner has immunity to all searches."
"What the hell? How and when did that come about."
Laughing, Marc replies, "Believe it or not, if it wasn't for Captain Skinner, the sees would be unsafe for travel. Remember Dr. Loveless' plot to remove all the salt from the ocean?"
"Insanity!"
"Call it what you will, but while you hung naked from underneath the wharf, Captain Skinner was reaking havoc on Loveless' source of energy."
"Captain Skinner? On our side?"
"You better believe it Jim. You think he wanted to spend the rest of his life fishing for goldfish?"
"I suppose taking all the salt out of the ocean would do that."
"Oh, by the way Jim, speaking of taking the salt out of the ocean, you never told me how it felt to have your cum pumped out of your cock."
"Torture... pure torture, Marc!"
"So, did you like it?"
"You fuckin' better believe it was great! Oh man. To feel the last load get milked, only to make another and another and another...."
Marc Taylor's crotch began to twitch. He made a mental note of planning a trip to the evidence lock up, at the secret service vault, to try to locate the devilish machine, captured along with the evil villain, Voltaire.
"Looks like JJ has made a new friend."
"I hear he's a real gigolo."
"Oh?"
"I heard a guy term him a real `cum-dump'."
"Hmm... Interesting, Jim."
"How so, Marc?"
"In time, Jim. In time," Marc replied, giving Jim a smile as a further reply, with another pat to the thigh.
Inner thigh, as Marc Taylor's brain continued spinning a web. He figured how interesting it would be to have the continuous flow from Jim's cock to JJ's stomach!
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"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Pedro screamed.
"Doesn't quite make up for what you did to my kid brother, but I'm getting some satisfaction watching you suffer, Pedro."
Jason Schmidt set the crime lord up for the ultimate of tortures. Stretched to the maximum on the rack, his nips clamped and pulled almost to the point of tearing. Balls stretched down, over the bottle-sized plug forced a foot up his ass, his cock a brilliant red from a severe flogging, along with lines drawn across his chest, stomach and pubic area, from the same instrument of torture. To top it off, as he began to take his leave, he had just dripped hot wax into Pedro's navel, setting the candle base in place, holding it till the wax hardened, to form a firm base, turning his bellyhole into a candle holder.
"Now for the finishing touches. Artemis, would you like to do the honors?"
"I'd be delighted, Jason."
"Gor-don?" Pedro forced from his lips.
In between the vowels of pain, Pedro acted surprised at seeing the man he had fastened down, free. Smiling, Artemis took the lit match from Jason, holding it to the two inch, stubby candle, standing up straight from Pedro's bellyhole.
"Just consider this a late birthday present, Pedro?" Artemis said, grinning.
Watching as best he could, over his pecs, stretching away from his body, as the clamps pulled on his nips, chained above to the ceiling, Pedro watched as the wick burned with a flame, ignited by the match in Artemis' hand.
"Are you sure we can't stay around for the fireworks, Jason?"
"It would be a most enjoyable sight when the little pool of hot wax begins to form, but no, we don't have two more hours to wait."
They both wielded a sick sense of humor, as they sang `Happy Birthday' to Pedro. Artemis Gordon kind of turned Jason on, but taking him on as a sidekick, gave him bad vibes. To him, it seemed that Gordon would go with the flow of whom ever was in power. An eerie feeling kept irking Jason. He had second thoughts about taking Artemis along. So, instead he concocted a quick resolution.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Jason replied, snapping his finger to his thumb.
"More devious fun?" Artemis asked, in his cocky manner.
Grinning, Artemis watched as Jason pluck the hot branding iron from the hot coals of the furnace. Holding the glowing stick of metal, with the white hot `x' on the end, he brought it over to the where Pedro's tortured body lay on the rack. Artemis stood on the other side of the table.
"Another decision, Artemis," Jason informed him.
"And that would be?" Artemis replied, still the lust of torture on his brain, powered by the sight of the glowing branding iron.
"Where to put this. Do we sear Pedro's chest? Stomach? Lower?" in his own cocky manner, Jason replied on the latter.
"Go for the balls!" Artemis made the decision, rubbing two hands together.
However, as Artemis looked upon the Hispanic's balls, tightly bound and stretched, Jason stare at Artemis' hairy chest!
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"Good morning, Sean."
It's not only the sunlight streaming through the upper floor of James West's home that greets the eighteen year old. Wrapped around his body, Johnny's front, to Sean's back, the soft voice to ear, wakes up the room.
"Huh?"
Instead of stirring Sean, though, Johnny's voice has awakened Cal.
"Oh, good morning Cal. I meant to wake Sean, not you."
"Have you heard from Jim? Brae?"
"Not yet, but I'm sure we will soon, wouldn't we Sean? Sean?"
"Huh? What time is it?" Sean replies, stretching his arms, rolling onto his back, causing Johnny to do the same.
"I don't know, but probably about eight or nine."
"What time did I go to sleep?" Cal asks.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe around eleven or midnight," Sean replies.
"And what time did you two fall asleep?" Cal inquires.
The two eighteen year olds look at each other, shrugging their shoulders.
Not to change the subject, but a matter of urgency, Johnny says, "Time to pull the chain again!"
"Not if I get there first!"
Sean jumps over Cal, as he hightails it to the jon.
"Is Sean always like this, Cal?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't known him too long myself."
"Really? I thought maybe you two have known each other for years."
"Nope. Damn, I wish I knew how Brae is doing. I miss him something fierce."
"I have to piss, Cal. I hope Sean is done. He's sure taking his sweet time in there!"
"I need to go too."
As the two get inside the door, they see what Sean is up to.
"Hey guys! Come on in, the water's nice and warm."
"Can we all fit in there?" Cal asks, as Johnny takes a leak.
Johnny says, over the noise of the trickling water, "Oh sure. There was more than enough room for Jim and me."
"Oh?" Sean asks, getting nosy. "And what did you and Jim do in the tub?"
"I'll pull the chain after you go, Cal."
"You can get in the tub, Johnny. I can pull the chain."
"Suit yourself."
"So, Johnny?"
"What?"
"What did you and Jim do in the tub."
Feeling like putting Sean on, Johnny says, "Well, first, we took our clothes off."
"Really? I thought you bathed with your clothes on?" Cal asked, sarcastically.
"Cal, watch where you're going!" Sean said.
"Oh shit!"
"Hee heee," Johnny laughed at Cal, who overshot the bowl, "You almost did what I did."
"What did you do?"
"I was taking a leak and Jim came in to talk with me. I turned and pissed all down the front of Jim's pants."
"Did he get angry?"
"Oh no. Not at all."
"Where do I fit in here?"
"Cal, you didn't pull the chain."
"Oh yeah."
No sooner had the three settled in the tub, Sean leaning against the side, Johnny leaning against Sean's chest and Cal sitting in between Johnny's feet, facing the two, then they all heard the `magic closet' come to life.
"Brae!"
Cal was up and out, first. Sean was hot on his tail.
"Heeey! Wait for me, guys!"
Sean wrapped a towel around Cal's shoulders.
"I... I knew something bad happened! Where's Brae?"
"Jim?"
Along with Jim, he had Rico and JJ and Marc Taylor. But Braedon wasted amoung them.
"Jim, where's my brother?"
Looking down he fidgeted with his fingers.
"Is Brae... dead?"
"No, but he is hurt. Hurt very badly."
Cal says right out, "I need to go to him."
"Cal, there's nothing you can do at this point."
"Being with him is what I can do Jim."
"He's right, Jim," Rico advises Jim.
JJ says, "I think we all should be there at his bedside."
Standing there, hands on his hips, Jim surveys the situation. He comes to the point that it looks like five against one, as they gang up on him.
"Alright, alright. Let me get a quick bath and then we'll go."
Eyeing up the bed, Rico dives right into it.
"Aaaaaah! This is the life, amigos!"
Seeing that Sean is preoccupied, JJ sits on the edge of the bed, still looking at Braedon's brother on the sofa with Johnny, doing more than talking.
"I thought Sean and you were good amigos?"
"Yeah. Me too."
Rico removes himself from the position of lying, bare-chested, arms behind his head, resting, to pressing one hand in the bed, as he half-elevates himself. Reaching with his other hand, he places it on JJ's shouder.
"Hey, amigo."
Turning his head, he looks at Rico, not more than a foot from his face.
Putting if bluntly, Rico says, "I kind of like you. Why don't you see if you can learn to like me. Comprendo?"
Adding a little smile to his frown, the twenty-two year old replies, "Yeah. Okay. What the hell!"
Rico adds pressure to his hand, pulling JJ back.
"Okay amigo. I don't know if you are top or bottom, but I like to fuck."
"Sounds good to me!"
Jim was correct. JJ could take either the top or bottom position, as long as it spelled `sex'! In the mean time, Cal, for lack of company, has wandered into the jon, where Jim sits in the tub.
"Am I bothering you, Jim?"
"Ah.... No..." Jim replies, suddenly sitting up, letting the water flow off of his chest.
"Alright if I put my feet in the water?"
"You can join me, if you would like?"
"Can we too? If there's room?"
Jim looks up. There, in the buff, stands Sean and Johnny.
"That is if there's room?" Sean asks.
"Oh, I'll just make some."
Reaching across the tub, Jim turns a knob.
"Well I'll be!" Johnny stands amazed.
The water gurgles, as the wall of the tub moves backwards, enlarging the tub.
"Hmm..."
"What?" Jim asks of Johnny.
"Here I sat, my ass practically crushing your balls, your prick almost up my butt and you could've made the tub bigger!"
"I didn't have any complaints," Jim smiled.
Getting even, Johnny jumps, both feet into the tub. Water splashes all around. Even as they are all complaining about Johnny's outlandish act, they are given more reason to carry on, as Johnny's ass drops into the tub.
"Oops!"
Sean heaves his outstretched arm onto the surface of the tub water, splashing a wave of water at Johnny.
"Hey guys, let's not get carried away, unless you want to spend the day bailing out my dining room?" Jim said, with serious overtones.
Like Jim and Johnny had sat in the tub, Sean and he assumed the same position, Sean's back reclining against Johnny's lightly haired, wet chest. Cal still sits opposite Jim, their legs alternating, so that Jim's left foot nearly touches Cal's cock and balls, as Cal's left does likewise, with Jim's.
"Um, Cal, do me a favor?"
"Yeah, Jim?"
"Catch yourself before you decided to slip down in the tub?"
Cal looks through the water. Sean and Johnny take a gander on looking at what Jim is pointing out.
"From what I hear, it would turn you on, to get Cal's foot stomping your balls, Jim?"
"Oh? And where did you hear a ghastly notion such as that, Johnny?" Jim asks.
"Um.. he told me!" Johnny replies, pointing his finger in front of himself.
"Oh? And where did you hear of it, Sean?"
"From JJ. He told me he found out from this guy names Artamus."
"Gordon?"
"That's him."
"Hmm..."
"Is it true, Jim?" Cal inquires, since the ball of his foot is within assault distance.
"Is what true?"
"That... that it wouldn't bother you if my foot accidentally stomped your balls? They made of iron or something?"
Three inquiring minds wanted to know. However a buzzing sound saved the day for Jim.
"What's that noise, Jim?"
Sighing, Jim reached behind himself, to a panel on the wall.
"Remember that whatever you boys see happening in this house, doesn't go outside the house!" Jim warned them, pushing a button.
"What does he mean, Sean?" Johnny asked.
Getting Sean's elbows wedged into his abs, Johnny drew his attention from an answer to looking where Jim and Cal stare. On the wall, a two foot long panel slides back. What looks like a window, but not a window at all, lights up.
"Well, well... will you look at that?" Jim says, seeing the two moving figures on the `window pane'.
"Th-th-they moved!" Sean says, pointing to the `window'.
The three young guys get up out of the tub and surround the `window', touching it with their hands.
"Um, don't do that guys."
"But, Jim. How did those guys get so small?" Cal inquires.
Sean asks, "Where are they?"
"At my front door," Jim replies.
"How can that be Jim?" Johnny questions. "Your bedroom is on the other side of this wall.
"Not only that," Sean continues, "If those guys were on the other side of the wall, they wouldn't be two inches tall!"
By this time, Jim had vacated the tub, wrapping his body in a lux, white terry robe.
"Where you going, Jim?"
"To let my `guests' in?"
"Guests?" the three questioned Jim, still not getting the connection of the televised view from the front door.
"Goooolllly, will you look at that!" Johnny says.
Cal ads, "It's Jim!"
"But how can he be up here, when he just went down there?" Sean asks, puzzled as the rest.
Suddenly, the three men in the tub see the two guests and Jim disappear.
"Were'd they go?" Johnny asks.
No sooner does Johnny ask, than Jim's voice is heard in the bedroom. The three, dripping wet, hightail it out of the jon and into the bedroom. They don't even realize the state of their attire.
All at once, Jim gets an assault of words.
"How did you do that Jim?"
"Is it magic?"
"How did you get to the door and be in the jon at the same time?"
However, their questions slowed, as they eyed up the company before them.
"Um, Rico, do you think you can halt the action long enough for me to introduce out `guests'?"
"Sure Senor Jim," Rico replies, dropping JJ's legs to his sides and letting his ten inch staff slowly resort to a natural evacuation.
"These here are my good friends," Jim offers, finally getting their full attention, "Jake Pearson," firming the right shoulder with his right hand "and Stormy Connors," likewise with Jim's left hand-to-shoulder response.
In the time it took to gather the attention, Jake and Stormy have perused the room, checking out the flesh. All they need now, is a name to identify each well muscled body, each with it's own unique hair pattern, or none, whatever the case may be. As with the vision of a naked man, they've already compared manhood.
Jim bluntly introduces, "On the bed there, the guy getting fucked, is JJ Sebastien and the guy half stuck up his ass is Rico Montes, the best `fucking' agent this side of the Mississippi!"
They all laugh at Jim's sly joke, however it seems that Jim begins to go overboard with the sexual antics.
"The bitch on your right, is Sean Murphy..."
"Bitch Jim?" Sean replies, now acting as if he's as old as his big brother, twice as feisty.
As an act of humility, the nineteen-year old approaches Jim, swinging his body. With the big shot attitude, he reaches out and grabs the tassle of Jim's robe. Pulling quickly on it, it unlatches the terry drawstring. The robe separates, revealing the front of Jim's body from head to toe. Jim lets his arms fall from Jake's and Stormy's shoulders. All eyes are attuned to Sean and Jim. Being there and already seeing it, Jake and Stormy know how Jim likes to play. Jake leans back and taps Stormy on the shoulder. Jim is unaware of their actions. Jake points to Jim's arms, does a gesture as if tying something up, over and over. Stormy nods an `OK'.
"Now!" Jake yells out.
In the face of danger, Jim might have been better prepared, however right now, in the company of friends, he cannot detect the game that is about to unfold. Faster than Jim can think, his mind already on Sean, whom has been staring into his eyes, is unable to comprehend the action his guests have taken. Whipping the terry belt out from the loops, Jake and Stormy wind it around Jim's wrists.
"Hey! What the fuck!" Jim yells.
To further add to Jim's bondage, Jake pulls the robe back over Jim's shoulders.
"Hey," Rico letting out a shrill whistle, tells them, "bring Senor Jim over here!" Fully removed from JJ's ass, with a great deal of protest, on JJ's part, Rico slaps JJ on the ass, then tells him, "Move your ass!"
Once upon a time JJ ruled a man, but right now, looking at the Latino authority figure, he lusts to be the submissive one. However, he'll have to `take a number', as the other guys wrestle Jim onto the bed. Rico spots Jim's own briefs on the chair. Hopping off the bed, he grabs them, turns them inside out, and stuffs the part that lined Jim's ass earlier today, in his mouth. Jim tries to protest, but nothing of significance comes out.
"No, I got a better idea, amigos!"
Going to the drapes, Rico steals the cords that hold it open. It obscures some of the sun streaming in.
"Here," Rico says, throwing a cord to Johnny, "tie Senor Jim's leg to that corner of the bed. "Here, Sean."
Sean doesn't need verbal instructions. He follows Johnny's directions, instead tying Jim's left ankle to the left corner of the bed.
Kidding, Johnny says, "Do I get a chance to fuck Jim again?"
"You fuck Senor Jim?" Rico asks, rubbing his own ten inch stalk of cut meat.
"Oops, I guess I wasn't supposed to say anything," Johnny replies.
"Doesn't matter much anyway, since Sean and me already knew!" Cal replies.
Jake adds, "And it's no secret to us," he implies Stormy.
"Yeah," Stormy acknowledges, Jake'll tell ya that Jim has had more than a cock up his ass!"
"Really?" Cal, Sean and Johnny ask.
"Rico'll tell ya. Tell them, Rico!" Jake informs them.
"Well yeah. I was there in the dungeon...."
While telling all about the dungeon experience, out in the dungeon, Rico not only tells what's been forcefully stuffed up Jim's ass, but the other acts of torture.
"Gooollly! Then it's all true about Jim!" Johnny says, astonished.
Sean adds, what he's suspected all along, "Jim really likes pain!"
The whole time this conversation has been riding on Jim's affection for the kinky side of life, he's been thrashing around, trying to voice his opinion.
"Then what was said about Jim, in the tub is true?" Sean inquires.
"What's that, amigo?"
"That Jim likes getting his balls stomped on?"
"I don't know about stomped on," Rico informs them, "but I know for a fact that his balls have been flogged on account of I was there when they were getting flogged and I'm the one that flogged them!"
"You, Rico?" Sean asks.
"Si, senor."
Sean, the college attendee continues, "Are you a sadist, Rico?"
"Oh know. I didn't want to do it. Dr. Loveless made me do it!" Rico reports, as if the devil himself had been present.
"How did you know Jim liked it?"
"Because as I was whipping him, he had a lot of honey flowing."
"Honey?"
They all knew what Rico meant and laughed their asses off. At the same time, Jim's cock flopped around, gaining momentum, as he thrashed about complaining and listening to their `stimulating' conversation. What Jim had wanted to tell them is that he always had this fantasy about being dominated by a gang of young guys. However, as things progressed, he could as well saved the energy, since it looked as if the young guys' play had been headed in that direction.
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Continued.....
Copyright 2006 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.