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" 27 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Nice tight ass, Steve."
"I knew you would like me, Bart."
"I almost did at that."
"What do you mean?"
Steve Connors' sweet time in bed with Bart Tartarello, the local tavern keeper, had come to an end. One that he wasn't expected to accept, on Bart's terms. However, he didn't get much of a say in the impending decisions, as he lay there on the bed, tied out eagle-spread.
"Let me cut the story short and let you in on the deal I made yesterday with a certain Mr. Domingo."
"Domingo?"
"The name isn't that important. Most likely you'll never refer to him in that manner."
"What are you alluding to, Bart?" the forty-two year old questioned.
"Take it, Steve, that older slaves are not as proficient on the open market, but I've found a goldmine in Mr. Domingo."
"Slave? What are you talking about, Bart? I thought you and I...."
"Let me answer in the order you've put it to me," Bart continues to address the query, zipping up his pants, "Slave, yes, you've still got all the potential, plus I also think it would be unduly gratifying to have the challenge of training you to submit and two, well not exactly in order, but Mr. Domingo is looking for a slave in your age bracket and lastly, I'm going to be making a small fortune off of you, Steve."
At this point, Steve grew violently upset, but at this point all he could do is take out his frustrations on the stress at the four corners of the bed, wiggling his body around.
"This is where we go our separate ways, Steve. I have to thank you though for the use of your tight ass. Felt real nice and I'm sure Mr. Domingo will have as equally a pleasure!"
Bart opened the door to his bedroom. In walked three unseedy characters. They unbound Steve's ankles from the bed, affixing metal `bracelets' around each. To cut down on the fuss, one forced a gag into Steve's mouth, the size of an apple. Having a bit of a problem, he signaled to one of the other men to help him out. Abliging, a large hand found Steve's balls and squeezed hard.
Bart replied, "Get used to it, Steve. Domingo loves ball torture, I hear!"
They made light work of adorning Steve's wrist with the same grade cuffs as his ankles. All in the space of five minutes, they had cleared the room, leaving Bart standing there with an envelope in his hand, grinning, as he counted out the few thousand dollars.
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Pedro gritted his teeth. With his body stretched out tautly, on the rack, there wasn't much movement affordable. Slowly, the flame, alighting the stubby candle in his navel, had reached the point where it singed the hair that surrounded the deep bellyhole. His stomach felt like it was on fire, the pain in the pit of the innie being fed on the molten wax.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
"What tha?"
Bart rushed over to the rack. He quickly glanced to the floor, looking upon Artemis Gordon's body, lying there with the brand imprinted on his chest. Of course, Bart wondered the condition of the secret service agent, but moreover his interest became drawn to Pedro's screams of pain.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
"Oh fuck!" Bart said, looking about for something to quench the well of burning wax, as if a votive candle burning in Pedro's belly.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
The only tool he could see that could quell the liquefied flame was the paddle. Picking it up, he slapped it down onto Pedro's paunch. It put the flame out alright, slopping hot wax all over the place; Pedro's stomach, chest, pubes, his own self.
"This is bad... very bad," He told himself.
It's then he remembered Artemis Gordon, lying at his feet. Bending over, Bart checked for a pulse, which he wasn't adept at performing, but nevertheless found.
"Thank God he's alive!" Then, rolling Artemis over on his back, exclaimed, "Oh shit!"
Both of Bart's hands slapped the sides of his face, as he gazed upon Artemis Gordon. There, in the middle of his chest, a nasty red `x' had been etched out, as the result of a hot branding. Standing, he could see that Pedro still had control of himself, but labored as his hairy chest heaved. Pain still plagued him. At first Bart thought of how damaging this would be for himself, his business, if the police found a secret service agent in his basement dungeon. But then a way out of his predicament began to dawn him. He set right about to justify his plan. Quickly, he untied Pedro from the rack. He wasn't too careful about unpinning the clamps from his nips, nor scraping the wax out from his sore navel. It took him over an hour, but he cleaned up Pedro's body and redressed it. Next, he clothed Gordon's body. Bringing them up the back exit, he loaded the two into a buckboard. Driving the teem of horses down the road, he headed for the wharfs. Soon he stopped the horses in the area of Domingo's ship. After some conversing with the captain, they arrived at some minute amount of money for Domingo, to take the two carcasses off of Bart's hands. Of course Bart didn't give Captain Domingo the real names of the men and Domingo wouldn't know the wiser, most likely till he was out of port. At the same time, Bart felt it time to get out of the bartending business. From the dungeon business, plus dealing in white slaves for years, he's made his share of business. It was time to retire to a warmer climate.
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With Rico as `the master', Johnny, Sean, Cal, Stormy, Jake and JJ, looked upon James West, tied eagle-spread to the bed. Now, like them, Jim didn't move an inch, looking around the circle of boys.
Shaking his head, Johnny says, "Just like you said, Rico, the honey is dripping out of his cock, as if there's bees churning it up, in his balls!"
They all giggled. Kneeling on the bed, J.J. Sebastien, acclaimed actor, in his own time, kneeled on the bed. The others watched as the twenty-two year old climbed towards Jim's pubes.
"What the hell you doing, JJ?" Sean asked.
Rico replied, "Guess Marc Taylor was right!"
"Who's Marc Taylor?" Stormy asks.
"If I'm reading the cards right, could be Jim's next `lover'," Rico replied, after seeing their mutual feelings on the train.
"I didn't rightly know that Jim wanted to team up with a man," Johnny questions, as if teaming up two horses to pull a buckboard, "Hell, if I'da known that, I woulda went after him myself!"
Sean, who has become attached to Johnny, replies, "Well get those thoughts out of your head right now, cowboy!"
Whooping and hollering followed Sean's remarks.
New to the man-to-man scene, Jake Pearson, eyes white as saucers, says, "Will you look at that? Never saw a man go after a man's cock like that before!"
"You've got a lot to learn," Rico tells him.
Stormy asks Jake, as if needing permission, "Alright if I help him?"
Rico laughs, saying, "Oh no! Another cum slut!"
"A what?" Jake asks.
"It goes like this, amigo," Rico replies, "there's two sides to this mansex. Either you're on top or bottom."
Sean steals the explanation, replying, "Except if you're like me, wanting to be man on top. However, Johnny likes to fuck too and since I'm kind of liking him..."
A pause followed, as Sean and Johnny exchanged smiles.
"I know I'm going to have stoop down to the level of a bottom."
Johnny adds, "Hey, I can go both ways too, Sean, you know?"
"Hell yeah!"
That even excited Sean more on account of watching JJ lick Jim's cock of all the `honey' residue and then deciding to give Jim's cock a licking massage, Sean couldn't help but rub his 8c into hardened status. Then they all heard the crack, as Rico's hand slapped JJ's ass.
"Huh?" JJ asked, removing his lips from James West's cock, turning his head.
"If yer not gonna share that cock with Stormy, then move your damn ass so he can get at his balls."
"Oh yeah. Thanks Rico," Stormy replied, rubbing his hands together, as he eyed up the big globes.
But then Jake came to terms, as he undid his pants, parting the front seam, "Hell, if yer gonna lick Jim's balls, you mightas well be doing mine!"
The boys laughed at Jake's reckoning. At first Stormy showed signs of disappointment, whimpering, but when Jake dropped his pants, revealing nine inches of cut meat, hard, lying on the bed of full balls, he quickly changed his mind. Even JJ stopped sucking Jim's cock, to take on the sight of the two cum-churners.
"Don't get greedy, nino!" Rico said to JJ.
Another burst of laughter broke out, but by now the others wanted some kind of sexual satisfaction, as well. As if somebody died and left Rico boss, he dealt out the responsibility.
"What are you standing there for Stormy? Either get on Jim's balls or suck Jake off. You, Cal, start licking some place."
Cal went to go for Jim's balls, his tongue licking his lips.
"No, not his balls on account of I'm going to be fucking his ass soon. Workover his chest."
Adhering to Rico's orders, Cal knelt on the bed. Looking Jim in the eyes, he smiled.
"Probably the only time I'm gonna get to do this," Cal offered his feelings.
In another manner, he showed off, pulling the briefs out of Jim's mouth, the eighteen-year old placed his lips on the agents.
"Sorry, amigo. Gotta get this lubed up," Rico said to Cal, brushing him aside with his knee.
Sitting on James West's chest, his ass on the hairy nest, Rico sat, leaning in to Jim's mouth. The tip of Rico's 10c, leaking cum, painted West's lips. With enough of a hint, Jim opened his mouth. Worse than the man-scented briefs, Jim took in the aroma of Rico's natural scent, as the big cock entered his palate.
For an eighteen-year old, Jim thought Rico to have a large, black bush, but savored the moment when his nostrils would be close enough to breath it in. However, Jim also thought, in order to accomplish that, he would need to swallow Rico's monster cock in order to reach that achievement. Already, halfway in, yet starting down the back of Jim's throat, he knew he would have to do some choking before he got to the prize.
With Jake luring Stormy away, he lay on the sofa, his feet up on the table. Cal, losing interest fast, his tastebuds wanting a snack, he followed the two.
"Want to share?"
Stormy motioned Cal to get on his back, on the floor. Lying over Jake's thigh, his mouth already tasting the nine inch piece, his hand motioned for the eighteen year old to take on the two orbs, hanging in their sacs. Reaching down to his pubes, Jake rubbed Stormy's scalp as if rewarding a puppy for a job well done. He wanted to show Cal some thankfulness as well, but being he had to come up from underneath, between both legs, his mane wasn't readily available. Instead, Like Cal wanting, needing, to take a sample of Jim's mouth, Jake found an eagerness to touch Cal. His hand foung the teen's soft fibers of hair on his chest. He rubbed the teen chest, cupping his nicely formed pecs in his hand. Knowing he registered some sort of emotion, his senses could tell, as Cal became more aggressive at swirling his tongue around his balls.
"It's gonna be tough figuring on who's ass to fuck first," Jake informed the two.
"Better be mine," Stormy replied.
"It's not, if you don't get your mouth back on me!" Jake told Stormy off.
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Captain Domingo, came running down the narrow stairway, into the bowels of his ship, at the excited request of one, John Toles, a man in his latter twenties.
"What the fuck?" the sea captain exclaimed.
"Like I told ya, didn't I?" John exclaimed.
The two additions to Captain Domingo's annexation of cargo hung there by their arms, stripped down. John held Artemis Gordon's head up, by his rather long mane. Clearly, marking his chest, the red `x' stood out, embedded by the hot branding iron some hours ago.
"Wait till I get my hands on that little fucker!" Captain Domingo swore.
The captain approached Pedro Gonzalez. He didn't have to touch the wealthy captive, seeing the swollen nips, puffy from the clenching nip torture, Pedro's red navel from the burning candle, stripes across his chest and stomach, a piece of twine still gathering his purple balls together.
"I want Tartarello brought here and now!" Captain Domingo shouted. "And I'm holding you personally responsible, Mr. Toles!"
"Yes, Sir," the twenty-eight year old seaman replied to his superior. "What do you want done with these men?"
"Do with them?" Thinking, Captain Domingo figured they wouldn't be worth much to him on the slave market, comparing the condition they had been delivered to him in. He really became ticked off at Bart Tartarello, thinking of how he had paid a dear amount for Steve Connors, then to be tricked by Bart, thinking he would be getting some prime beef to sell on the white slave market. Even though Connors had been in his early forties, hardly what you would call the prime age for slavery barter, the captain figured the handsome features, plus hot body would at least satisfy his own longings. After thinking about it, he gave in to disgust, telling John Toles, "ahhh, let the crew have them."
"The crew, sir? They wouldn't be worth much after the crew are done using them, Sir?"
"They aren't worth nothing to me now. At least they'll boost the crew's morale."
"True, Sir. I'll have them taken below and cleaned up."
"Mr. Toles, have Steve Connors brought to my cabin."
"Yes, Sir."
John Toles hurried to have Artemis Gordon and Pablo Gonzalez unfastened from their bondage positions, hands tied above their heads. With hands bound behind their backs, Toles had two able bodies seamen each, escort the two down to the brig. Neither Toles nor Captain Domingo mentioned the ill conduct, as the seamen removed the two from the room. In fact they laughed their asses off, along with the seamen when Artemis Gordon, with not much gumption in him, tripped. As one of the seamen helped him up, curling his arms under Artemis' pits, the second seaman helped Gordon to his feet, taking hold of his balls. The two thought it hilarious when Artemis screamed out in pain, as the seaman brought him to his feet using the clenched `handle'. Pedro, not much energy to his credit either, tripped as well. Instead of helping him to his feet, he took several booted kicks to his stomach. As his body flipped over on his back, they started in on his balls. Instead of helping, it continued to add to his weariness. The seamen wound up dragging his body away.
"And after you bring Connors to my stateroom, you `will' find Bart Tartarello and bring him to me, Mr. Toles."
"Yes, Sir."
Lingering, Captain Domingo asked, "Yes? Is there anything else Mr. Toles?"
"I was just wondering sir, if it's possible to get some of the action before bringing Tartarello in?"
Captain Domingo smiled, then replied, "Taken a fancy for him, have you Mr. Toles?"
"He's cute," John Toles reported back, blushing.
"We'll work something out. Yeah, might be fun watching you rape his ass before I take him on."
"Thank you, Sir."
"In fact, if you wish to extend your indentured service to me, Mr. Toles, we might be able to work out a plan where you could have your own slaveboy."
"I'd like that, sir."
After all, with Captain Domingo already indenturing Steve Connors into slavehood, he wouldn't be needing a second slaveboy.
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"Hey Jim, that buzzy thing is buzzing again," Cal came to report.
"Fine time for...ooooooh," Jim started in on his reply.
His hands still tied, stretched out to each corner of the headboard, James West toggled between pleasure and pain, as Rico's ten inches massaged his ass chamber.
"Yeah, bite Senor West's nips again, JJ," Rico's order came, as he shoved his fat cock back into Jim's ass.
Trying to arch his back, Jim screamed out, as JJ bit down on his nipmeat.
"I can't believe how much he likes it!" Cal replied. "Um, what about the buzzy thing?"
"I know how it works. Jim pressed the doojicky on the wall," Rico told them.
"Doojicky?" Stormy replied, shouting from the jon, cleaning up his ass after the hard fuck.
"It's in the tub," Rico replied.
Breaking away from the awesome torturing of his nips and ass, Jim audibly expressed, "There's another to the left of the coat rack, over there," he abled himself to motion with his head and left hand. "Akkkkkkkkkk...fuckin' shit, that hurt so damn good!"
As Cal and Jake went to the coat rack, searching for the same doojicky, Stormy peered over the bed.
"How can Jim take that?" Stormy inquired, a hand still toweling his ass.
"I don't know," JJ stopped the nip chewing to explain, "but his nips taste so fuckin' hot."
"Damn, `never much though about a guy's nips tasting good before."
JJ goes on to say, "You have to know how to do it, Storm. There's a whole science to pleasuring a man's nips."
"Really, JJ? What's there to biting, than biting?"
JJ smiled, even though he had Jim's nip in between his teeth, stretching the little nub.
Letting go, he replied, "Get on his other one. I'll show you how to do some hot nip torture."
"Really?"
With Rico all sweatied up and going great guns at fucking Jim's hot ass, JJ took over the mastering of Stormy.
"Want to clean my cock first?" JJ asked, but more goaded Stormy on as if a dictated order.
"Sure."
In the meanwhile, Cal and Jake had figured out the futuristic communications system. In no time the panel on the wall showed the two at the front door, greeting the two men that appeared on the screen. Unlike Jim, they had grabbed their pants, zipping up.
"Too busy to come to the door, James?"
Looking up, now wincing from two aggressors working his nips, Jim replies, "Dr. oww...oww...owwwch...Lee? Robert ... ooowwwoooohhhh?"
"Hmm... somebody's having fun," Robert replied.
"No time for fun right now."
Taking the whole scene under his command, the thirty-four year old doctor ordered Rico to stop fucking and pull out.
"Ooooh... and I'm almost ready to shoot my load," Rico whined.
His insolence to the Asian doctor, found him falling off the edge of the bed, as Dr. Lee slaps him with the side of his arm, up against Rico's chest. In turn, Rico's spike pops out of Jim's ass, causing a huge void.
"Oooooooooooh!" Jim sighs.
"You two, stop this at once," Dr. Lee tells JJ and Stormy.
Stormy reports, looking at JJ, "Hey, you're right, JJ."
"How so?"
"There is something to biting a nip in a certain way. Makes it much nicer to do," Stormy explained.
JJ smiled, eyeing up Stormy's nips, but also the `honey' strand.
"So, what's this about, Lee, that you have to interrupt a perfectly good torture'n'fuck session?"
Before answering Jim, Dr. Lee shouts, "All of you, leave us!"
Dr. Lee watches, as the skin-clad youths vacate the room.
"You too, Robert."
"Yes, sir."
Jim smiles, saying, "I see you have a new boy trained?"
With the two alone, Dr. Lee begins to disrobe.
"It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure, James."
"I thought you had something of urgency to render, Lee?"
After stripping down, the black-haired doctor removes his belt from his pants. He lays the implement on the bed and begins to refasten Jim's ankles to the bed, stretching his legs out wide.
"That I do, but first things first, James. I can explain as we have our own special little session?"
Unknown to Jim, but going along with Dr. Lee's theory, Ying Lee glances at Jim's nips. He notices that as of ten minutes ago, the two nublets had been quite puffy, very reddened, extended from Jim's hairy chest. Now the his nips had sunk back, integrating with the covered pecs, the redness turned to the creamy brown, as if untouched by human teeth.
"I've been working on a theory regarding you quick recovery efforts, James."
As Jim questioned Dr. Lee's statement, he watched as the good doctor took the belt in his hand, holding the buckle, then wrapping it once around his hand for stability.
"What can I say? I heal fast," Jim stated.
"Much too fast for any human."
Without warning, Dr. Lee brings the belt up and lashes it across Jim's chest.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkooooohoooooh!" Jim screams, followed by pangs of pleasure.
"Take notice of the red welt, James."
Trying to lean his head forward, Jim looks upon the red stripe across his chest, as visible as a candy cane stripe, under his mat of thick, brown body hair.
"Doesn't look too red to me," Jim replies, seeing the faint red mark.
"Part of my theory and the XG Factor."
"Run that by me again, Lee? Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Dr. Lee had laid the leather down across Jim's chest once more. This time, it slapped against one of his nips.
"Respect, James?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now, to prove my point," Dr. Lee grinned.
It had been a number of years since Dr. Ying Lee had discovered Jim's ever-longing desires. At first he had it pictured in his mind that James West was this macho cowboy, standing up to any man that dare curse his name. At is first physical, the first one that Ying Lee examined Jim, he discovered quite by accident Jim's need to feel pain and how indeed it had pleasured him. More than any other man he's known. Back in China, Dr. Lee ran a business, on the side, with men of all ages wanting to service him or imbibe in the service of applying pain. But none could measure up to what James West was capable of taking. Being that Jim had used his power as the most agile secret service agent, to bring Dr. Lee to this country, the good doctor found himself chained to James West's whims and fancy. Within the bonds of their own friendship, they had a special understanding.
"Point?" Jim asked, but didn't have the time to prepare. "Akkkkkkkk...ooooh...akkkkkkk...akkkkk...akkkkk!"
Dr. Lee lay the belt into Jim, whipping his chest over and over. He pounded Jim's stomach as well, crisscrossing the front of his body with red welts. He didn't spare Jim's pubic region either, slapping the leather tool of torture against Jim's hairy region, across his cock, as it bounced from being struck, or his hairy balls. After working up and down Jim's body more than once or twice, Dr. Lee ceased the torture.
"Oooooh...ooooh fuck!" Jim called out, the stinging pain still taunting his senses.
"That's more than I would give any man, James."
"Oh fuck do I hurt!"
If Jim had counted the strokes of the leather belt, lashing his chest, stomach and pubes, his count would have numbered in the hundreds. Dr. Lee, winded, sat on the side of the bed. He rubbed his hand over Jim's hairy chest and stomach. For observations sake, he handled Jim's cock and balls.
"Yes, I believe I have proved my theories correct."
"It's weird."
"What is James?"
"It's like the pain is almost gone."
"And so with the welts."
"Huh?"
Again, Jim tried to look upon himself.
"Looks like you hardly touched me," Jim gasped. "How can that be, Lee?"
Dr. Lee gave up a long time ago, trying to stress the respect of James referring to him as Dr. Lee.' He had even hoped that their relationship would become something more, hoping the day would come when James would intimately call him, Ying'.
"Remember when Dr. Nelson injected you with his formula?"
"Yes?"
"Each time he injected you, he built up your immune system."
"Each time he had to, to `cure' me."
"That's what Dr. Nelson surmised, however with each injection of the XG Formula, he hadn't realized that he was rearranging your body chemistry," Ying Lee explained, still rubbing Jim's chest and hairy stomach.
"So, what are you trying to tell me here, Ying?"
"Ying?" Dr. Lee repeated, doing something he rarely did, unless playing their `bdsm games'.
"Yeah. What is all this about?"
For the one time he felt something intimate pour from James West's lips, the simple name, `Ying', he felt something warm inside, only to flit.
Back to the scientific matter, Dr. Lee replied, "James, it seems that your body composition has changed for ever."
"You said that."
"Yes and by that I mean that for now, it looks like you heal instantly."
"Yes. So?"
"James, I could start here and whip you all day. Whip your body till it's bloodied with welts and in time, it would heal itself to the point that.... Like it is now. I don't see a mark from any of the lashes I just gave you."
"So, the whipping you gave me wasn't playing?"
Dr. Lee smiled, "You always did like me playing your master, didn't you Jim?"
Pausing in his response, Jim then smiled, replying, "At times I've wished it could be real, Ying."
With belt still in hand, the other hand on his chest, he leans in, forcing his lips on James'.
"I've wanted to do that since the first time we've met, James."
"Then why didn't you, Lee? You've had many an opportunity?"
"Now, I would have jumped at the chance, but I have another that I've grown to love."
"Robert Birch?"
Ying Lee shook his head in the affirmative, smiling.
"I can't believe it," Jim responds. "Birch is such a macho top man."
"Like you, James and look at you now?"
"This? Oh well this is only in my private life."
"And you think that Robert Birch should be deprived of that, also?"
"Oh, I see. So, he's the masculine man on the outside, but in your little medical dungeon, he's your slaveboy!"
Dr. Lee put on the biggest grin.
"So, what do we do about this, Lee? Can you undo it?"
"No, there's no serum. For right now, we have to keep you monitored, do testing and...."
"What?"
"James, there's a few things that I'd like to tell you about, based on my theories of the XG Formula."
"What's stopping you?"
Dr. Lee raises the belt, at Jim's insolent remark.
"Go ahead. I dare you!" James replied.
The doctor didn't whip Jim, but had another alternative approach. Dropping the belt on Jim's chest, he went to the foot of the bed and began untying Jim's ankles.
"Aren't you interested in hearing about my theories?"
Jim had one of the aspects of Dr. Lee's theory and he figured it was just about to be shoved up his ass!
"Go ahead. Humor me," Jim replied, with a double meaning in his statement.
"Foremost, I believe that since you heal in a moment, that there isn't much that can affect you, James."
It did phase Jim, thinking about that, but also the fact that Dr. Lee was now kneeling on the bed.
"So, what does this mean? Sounds like I'm some sort of super man or something."
"I can't be sure about any of this without more experiment... I mean observations."
"Wait a minute. You were about to say something, Lee."
He was, but when the tip of his 10.5c touched James' hairy ass chute, he had to stop talking. Such was the signal Jim got, as well.
"Another aspect of our relationship that I've never understood, Ying?"
"What? Fucking you, James?"
Jim smiled, as doctor did the same, pressing his hard shaft up against the small hole.
"As I was observing, it seems that Rico Montez was pounding your ass, when I entered the room."
"Oh yeah. He's got a big, wide one. No doubt about that. He's got to have paved the way for you, Lee."
"One would think so, huh James?"
"Why? Didn't he stretch me wide open?"
"Your anal cavity should be stretched wide, but...."
"Don't tell me, Lee. The XG Formula?"
Smiling, his cockhead piercing Jim's sphincter, Lee leans forward.
"Ooooooh," Jim replied, wincing at the same time. "Oh man, feels like the first time a guy ever took my cherry, Lee."
"Yes... feels very good!"
"Ooooh yeah... so, my asshole has retracted?"
"What do you think?"
James West didn't have to think. All he could do is wrap his hands around the ropes attached to his wrists, pulled taught from the bedposts and go along for the ride. It didn't take eons, as all that cock juice, pent up for ages, wanting and needing to shoot deep into James West, let loose it's fury. In no time, the thirty-four year old Asian doctor lay faced down on James' sweating chest and stomach.
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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.