The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It 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. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 30 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hmm, nice collar, Robert!"
"I could very well fit you with one, too Jim!"
As James West admired the black iron collar around Robert Birch's neck, Marc Taylor walked in the room.
"Is that so?"
Stepping slowly across the room, thirty-eight year old Marc Taylor cupped Jim's head in his hand and gave him a lip-lock. His other arm clenched Jim around the back, bringing their bodies into a tight squeeze.
Backing off, after instigating the loving gesture, Marc said, "I can't wait til you're mine permanently."
"Soon," Jim replied.
"Can we dispense with the crap and get started? What's `he' doing here, James?"
It was actually only one of the few times that Dr. Lee stepped out of his formal mannered demeanor. It lightened the atmosphere. Even Robert Birch laughed out loud.
"You'll pay for that boy. Well, James?"
Regaining the posture of a slave, Birch lessened his slack position, straightening himself up, clenching his arms behind his back, moving his shoulders into a more rigid position, firming his legs on the floor, separated.
Before Jim could get out an explanation, Cal was in Dr. Lee's face, "Where is he?"
"Feisty for a youngun," Marc Taylor noticed of the eighteen year old, drawing some of his own desires together.
"I suggest you give in now, Lee," Jim told him. "Believe me, he can be a mess of trouble."
Looking to Jim, then to Cal, Dr. Lee replied, "Behind the door over there." Then as Cal goes for the door knob, Dr. Lee yells, "And don't touch him!"
"Hmm, I see you've sharpened your slave-training skills, Ying?" Marc Taylor inquired.
"Practice is all it takes," Ying replied.
Jim wondered what has gotten into Lee. Showing a gesture, like his hand on his crotch holding his package, wasn't at all like the Asian doctor.
"Hmm, I might have to come to you for pointers, when I get ready to train `my' boy!"
Ying Lee reports to Marc Taylor, "From what I hear, it's `I' that should enlist with you for slave training."
Owned, dominated, topped, mastered, whatever the title, Jim wanted it all from Marc Taylor. For years they've had small encounters, meeting for hours at a time for bdsm and sex. With things changing maybe there was some hope for the two hooking up, on a more permanent basis.
"How is he doing, Lee?"
Ying Lee smiled. How many times has he tried to break James of the habit of calling him plain ole `Lee' and not Dr. Lee. He'd let it slide ten times over, thinking back over the days when James literally saved his ass.
"He's still in a coma, with little hope, except..."
"Well let's get on with it. What do you want me to do?"
"Are you asking me or Ying?" Marc asked.
Giving him a look, Jim dispelled the thoughts, as much as he would want to `do it' for Marc.
Entering the room, Dr. Lee bawls Cal out, "I thought I told you not to touch Mr. Murphy, young man. That is in direct violation of the rules here and..."
"Lee, lighten up on the kid, huh?" Jim replies.
Dr. Lee gives James a dirty look for interfering.
"Look, Lee," Jim starts in, putting his hand on the doctor's shoulder.
After staring at Jim's hand, he removes it.
"Yeah, well look, the two have something started here, if you know what I mean?"
"Yes. Like what you started with me years ago, James?"
"Don't give me that crap again, Lee. You know your eyes were on that young Chinese intern." Then changing his tone, Jim asked, "Whatever happened to him, anyway?"
"I'm not getting into that now, James. Take your clothes off and lie on the table."
Cal mouthed his thanks to Jim, whom smiled back.
"Hmm," Marc Taylor wouldn't let up, "this is more like it!"
"I think `he' should leave the room, Lee," Jim said, as he began to unbutton his shirt.
"Why? I've seen you naked plenty of times, Jim," Marc let on.
"Yes, I think that's a good idea," Dr. Lee agreed.
At first Marc Taylor protested to high hell, until Dr. Lee gave him his slave boy to play around with!
"Is this going to hurt?"
"What's this James? You? Complaining about taking pain?" Dr. Lee asked, in a giddy manner.
"Lee, there's something different I detect about you."
Stopping for a moment, Dr. Ying Lee leaned on the table. He became very serious.
"James, I have you to thank for many things."
"We've been through this already, Lee."
"Yes, but hear me out please. It's not only about you saving my skin. Not about you bringing me here and literally giving me a new life. You ask the reason why I'm being so much more `alive', well I can't tell you how different my life has been with Robert Birch."
"Birch, you say?"
"Yes. He's made such a difference in my life. James, I've found the first man that I can say that I really love."
"I thought you loved me, Lee? Geesh! Now I'm really devastated," Jim replies facetiously.
As Marc Taylor had done, thirty-four year old Ying Lee walks up to Jim, cups his hand behind his head and presses his clothes into Jim's naked body.
"What was that for?"
"Most likely the last time I'll get this body close to you, Jim."
"Um, you're not going to strap me down to the table and rape my ass?"
"You're here for a transfusion... to save a life, James."
"Right. Let's get on with it.... Ying."
Dr. Lee smiled at James' use of the term of affection. Placing his hands on the side of the metal table, Jim hefted himself up and then immediately lay down on his back.
"Brrrrrrr, it's cold!"
"Not as cold as Chinese torture!"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I have been teaching Robert humility."
"Oh? How does that go, Lee?"
Ying Lee smiled. It was back to the old form of his name.
"Something that I will pass on to Marc."
"Well would you mind telling me so that I am prepared?"
"Very well. As I prepare you for the transfusion."
Dr. Lee went on to tell Jim about teaching his thirty-six year old `slave', of how he taught him to take pain. He told Jim how he hung Robert's naked body eagle-spread, upside down. Jim winced more than once, when Lee told him how he forced cubes of ice into Robert's ass, one at a time, paced.
"How many did you get in?"
"Eight about the size of this," Lee told Jim, holding up a small, square pill box.
"How did he react?"
"Begged me to take them out."
"And?"
"I did, only in liquid form."
"So, he didn't pass your test then?"
"He is doing much better now. Next we try fire and ice."
"I don't even want to know what that is."
"Soon, James you will be sleeping. Now, start at one hundred and count backwards."
"But I can only count to fifty!"
Dr. Lee smiled at James' joke.
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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.