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 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 state 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" 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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For a couple of hours, the two rode on horseback, through the scorching desert. Finally the journey from the sandy, barren wasteland seemed to change scenery. More vegetation emerged.
"Mind if I ask why you traded your own father in for my life?"
Looking to his side, Jake kept a straight face, then looked ahead, to the distance.
James West reasserted his questioning, giving insight, "I have a feeling that whomever your father was working for, wouldn't be too forgiving of letting me slip away?"
This time, Jake replied, "Like I give a fucking damn?"
"Figured he's your father and all and..."
"Look," Jake suddenly pulled on the rins of his own horse, causing the animal to stand dead still, "he doesn't mean anything to me, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Jim replied, causing his own horse to remain stationery, "but you can bet that he's going to be put through hell for letting me go, if I can guess whom hired him to haul my ass cross country."
"So?" Jake replied, insensitively.
"I guess that says it all for what you feel towards me, then?" Jim replied, giving his horse a little kick, to mosey on forwards.
Moving in the same direction, Jake prodded his horse on, with a grinding of his heel into it's side.
"Let's get something straight, James," Jake says, "I'm not sure what I feel, but for now I damn well know for sure that you mean nothing to me of what I felt for my pa."
Both left the feelings where they subsided.
A few more feet on, Jake opened up on the conversation.
"Is it true what my pa said about you, James?"
"Um, your pa spoke a lot about me. Which part?"
"The part about you liking pain?"
"Yeah, I'd say your pa was right. I like it to a certain extent."
"Did you like it when he whipped you?"
Jim smiled, then replied to Jake's curiosity, "You leaned over to take a look. What did you sum up for yourself?"
Recalling when he swayed to his left, peering at the sideview of James West's taut body, he remembered seeing his stiff cock and full balls bouncing to the rhythm of the pace.
"How can you like getting whipped?"
Jim smiled. He got a sensational jolt through his crotch, realizing that Jake knew his cock enjoyed his torment.
"Well, it goes back lots of years. You see, Jake, I had an abusive dad, that..."
"Just like me!" Jake said, almost like a question.
Only thing is, Jake knew that Jim hadn't a clue to what he's gone through. Or maybe he has!
"I don't know about that. Often I experienced my father's wrath, taken out on my flesh."
"Like I said, James, 'just like me'!"
"Oh? And how did that go, Jake?"
More like a modern day counselor, Jim continued provoking Jake into talking about himself, in relation to his childhood and past experiences with his father.
"He'd come home late, drunk, ready to take out anything that tickled him wrong, on me. He'd take me out to the barn, tell me to take off my shirt and bend my chest over the table. He'd whip my ass or back. Then the next day, he would be all 'pologizing' to me, like he cared. You?"
Not really wanting to talk about it, Jake passed the same question back to James.
"Not too dissimilar to your own circumstances, my dad was in the army, passing through the ranks til he became a colonel. In my own opinion, I don't think he could handle the pressure."
"That's what I think about my pa."
"Can happen. A man can only take so much."
Seeing the similarities in their lives, Jake saw that possibly a connection had been struck up. He didn't look too much at James as a lower being, like a slaveboy, as he originally perceived their combined relationship asl
"James? Is it alright I call you that?"
"Seems to me that your pa said for you to call me anything. After all, I'm your property now!"
For the first time, Jake cracked a slight smile.
"I don't want no slave."
"Oh? Not interested in beating me into submission, then Jake?"
"Oh, I can do it if it makes you feel good, James, but what I'm looking for is a man that I can love and one that can give me that back."
All thoughts of Cheyenne faded. For now Jake Pearson mesmerized James beyond all barriers.
"Can I ask how old you are, Jake?"
"'Just turned nineteen. You must be about twenty-four? Twenty-five, James?"
Chuckling, Jim replied, "Thirty-five."
"Ya look younger than that to me," Jake told him.
"I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks."
Not having grown up with much manners, he did have a few recollections of a proper reply, instilled in him by his ma.
"You're welcome, James."
Another few silent seconds elapsed. For the past few, James has taken in the solitude of the desert, interrupted once more.
"James, have you ever... um had... like a guy to call your man?"
"My man, Jake?"
"Like..." then Jake eluded to suppositions, "ever have like two guys sleeping in bed together?"
More than smiling, but his cock reacting, his balls churning, Jim would want nothing less to do with Jake, then have him bedded down with him, at this moment. He got lost in his reverie, peeling Jake's clothes, sucking his teen body, as he made love to the nineteen year old's flesh.
"Hey," Jake asked for the second time, nudging Jim's arm.
"What? Huh? Oh," Jim replied, snapping out of the sweet, awake dream.
"Here, I guess I can undo that," Jake remarked, reaching for Jim's wrists, tied over and over with rope and then fastened to the horn of the saddle.
"Aren't you afraid I'll be making my escape?" James suggested.
Jake's one hand loosened the rope around Jim's wrist.
"Hell, James, from your reputation, I figured you coulda been kickin' up dust, way aheada me by now!"
"My 'reputation'? And what would that be like?"
James West knew, from hearsay that he had been building up a legacy of his escapes from the most complex of criminal masterminds. So many times, over at least a decade, he's been in a compromising position, bound and has managed to free himself. But word of establishing a reputation with a guy as young as Jake here, piqued his interest to what it entailed.
"Hell, James, guys my age, when we was young, knew how many times you got in a jam and worked your way out of it."
"Your pa tell you about me?"
"Nope. Heard about you when I was twelve, from a friend. He was twelve, too and..."
Jim did his math real quick. That meant, that as early as age twenty-eight, the rumors of his career had begun to circulate. However, as Jake loosened up, talked tales about the history of his life, Jim began to feel more and more of a warmth for the teen.
More than the sexual attraction engulfed Jim. The way Jake referred to him as, 'James', plus his way of reference, seemed to show some attraction on Jake's part, as well.
Jim, not being able to hold the feeling in, asked, "So, you want to fuck me, is that it Jake?"
"Fuck you James? That all you men ever think about?"
As if the tables had turned, Jake kicked heals and hightailed it away from Jim, leaving him in his dust. Unlike a lot of men, before he met up with Jake, this young kid showed more than interest in the kinky side of James West.
Jim sighed, thinking of how he had just 'blown it', referring to the most meaningful guy that he's come across in all his life. James West held some secrets of his past life that Jake had begun to unlock the mystery of. Jim seemed comfortable with talking with Jake about his past, more than he's felt with any man.
'Shit!' he called out to the desert, before kicking his horse, then followed with, 'not gonna let this guy slip through my fingers!'
As Jim raced around the side of the bluff, somebody jumped him, taking him from his horse. He fell unconscious, when he hit the dirt.
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"Ughhhh....ooooh," Jim moaned, slowly regaining consciousness.
He wondered if the same sun that shone down on his body, had been the same day as when he lost his recognition of things.
"Welcome back, Jim!"
Slowly, Jim began to focus, his eyes keying in the figures in front of him.
"Sha....Chey?" He spelled out, putting a name with one of the faces standing in front of him.
"You know him?" Came a young voice from next to him.
It's then that James West noticed his body stretched out, totally void of his clothing. But he wasn't alone. For the first time, Jim laid eyes on the nude body of the nineteen year old that tried making haste to depart from him. Unfortunately for Jake Pearson, the others eyed up how much of an interest Jim showed in the young lad.
"And I was starting to feel sorry for you, Jim!"
Right away, Jim put two and two together, watching how Cheyenne looked at Jake, then to Jim, then back to Jake.
"He has nothing to do with me," Jim tried to explain to Cheyenne.
Seeing the threat posed to young Jake, Jim watched as Cheyenne ran his hand over Jake's smooth pecs, tweaking each nip lightly. His hand slid down Jake's washboard abs, his index finger toying with the teen's bellyhole, before grabbing at his balls. Jim wondered, at the same time, why Cheyenne wasn't being held in bondage, stripped and spread-eagled, like himself. Logic did explain it away, as possibly an 'indian' camaraderie, Cheyenne being partly of indian breed.
That theory quickly dematerialized, as he watched one of the braves, not much younger than himself, approach Cheyenne and place a hand on his shoulder.
Hastiin says to Cheyenne, "Kachada take West", then pawing Jake's chest, like Cheyenne just did, says, "You and I take care of young white?"
Following his statement, Hastiin smiled a wicked grin. Cheyenne okayed the action, looking to Jim, "Untie him!"
At this point, Jim wondered who is the leader they followed? Was it this Kachada brave Hastiin spoke of or had Cheyenne taken hold of the power?
After speaking something in a different dialect, two braves, Ahote and Tocho, twenty and twenty-one years old, untied Jake's wrists and ankles. Another few words of unknown tongue occured, before they led Jake away, Hastiin leading the small entourage.
"I told you he had nothing to do with this.... I swear! Ughhhh!"
Cheyenne cut Jim's protest off, picking up a stone and using it as a battering ram, drove his fist into Jim's stomach.
"I think I see where I stand," Cheyenne repeated, jealous of Jim's new 'partner'.
Cheyenne now stood strongly behind his statement, as relayed to Kachada and the other braves, concerning his relationship with James West. He clearly saw that now his association, born out of a love of domination and submission, clearly reinforced that truth.
Breathing heavily, from the air being forced from his lungs by the surprise gut punch, Jim's head bobbed backwards, then to his sweaty chest. Gaining reconstitution of his stature, he gazed upon more indians standing in front of him. One spoke to Cheyenne, who interpeted his statement, more as a response to Kachada.
"He is ready for torture," Cheyenne translated back to the head brave.
Kachada mumbled something short, which a force of four braves, responded to. Whooping it up for joy, Inteus, Cheveyo, Adahy and Huritt quickly loosened James West's bonds. The younger two, Adahy and Huritt, overpowered Jim, pulling on his wrists, stretching his arms out straight from his body. Meanwhile, Cheveyo, twenty-six, picked up one end of a heavy piece of timber. Thrity-year old Inteus secured the other end. Together they heaved it up in the air, carrying it over to where James West's back faced them. They lined the timber up along Jim's arms, so that from one hand, to the other, a straight angle brought his shoulders aligned to the long timber. Using leather lacing, they first bound his wrists to the log, then proceeded to wrap the leather laces around his arms, incorporating the heavy log, making the timber and his two outstretched arms as one. After twenty-seven year old Adahy and twenty-six year old Huritt had West's arms tightly secured to the timber, they gave Cheveyo and Inteus a signal. Kachada watched, as well as the others, as James West's legs gave way, casting him down to his knees. Unable to keep the heavy timber upright, he began to cave in, forward. At the same time, his body lurched to his right side. The end of the timber dug into the ground. His left arm shot up in the air, as the timber uprighted itself. Next, it gave way, falling backwards, flattening Jim out on his back.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" He screamed out, as his back made contact with the ground.
The braves laughed their asses off, at West's painful ending position. However, they were just beginning to humor themselves.
What West hadn't realized their goal. It wouldn't be lying all day on his back. Again, Inteus and Cheveyo lifted the timber up. This time their load included hauling up Jim's one hundred and seventy-nine pound frame. As they uprighted Jim, standing on his barefeet, the braves, starting with Huritt and Adahy, began giggling, pointing to Jim's crotch. A conversation ensued, in their mixed tongue, mocking West's nine inch piece of cut meat, totally rigid, dripping precum. Jim was too preoccupied with trying to keep his knees from bending, as the two strong braves slowly released the burden onto Jim's shoulders. This time Jim gained the ability of the force of the heavy timber, abling himself to stay upright. From the experience of the first fall, he knew what pain would entail. Not that he didn't totally dislike the experience, but as usual, any obstacle became a challenge for James West. He was about to meet the next challenge.
The braves laughed, as the oldest, Inteus, picked up the same switch used on forty-one year old Steve Connors. With as much force as he could muster up, Inteus hurled the tweeded vine across Jim's back.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Jim screamed, his eyes shut tightly closed, as it tore across his shoulders.
It caused his whole body to completely collapse, his knees skinning, as they hugged the earth. He slowly began to cave backwards. The intention was not to cause James West's back to snap in half, so Adahy and Huritt had been instructed to grab Jim's ankles and pull his legs out from under him. By this time, two younger braves, eighteen and nineteen year old Ciqala and Etu, had joined in the fun with James West.
Around the campfire, for many nights they drank, laughed and joked, as some spoke about how they would be torturing the great James West. Of course, Cheyenne had provided much of their motivation, reeling them on into planning tortures of great pain. Cheyenne fueled their flame, telling them, with each torture of great pain, that James would be able to take 'that' and 'more'.
So, their planning of the extreme physical indurance, now had Ciqala and Etu, tying strong, thick vines around James West's ankles. After they had secured his ankles, the two made sport of throwing the remaining, coiled portion up and over tree limbs, high above their own heads. Etu congratulated his lover, Ciqala with being the first to succeed, whom went on to cheer Etu into carrying out his own feat of success.
Kachada called out Inteus' and Cheveyo's names, then completed his sentence, in their tongue. They released helped the log along, as Ciqala and Etu manned one of the loose ends of the strong, tethered vines, Adahy and Huritt the other. First Jim's legs straightened out fully. Then he felt his ass and back drag along the ground, followed by his chest and stomach being stretched out taut. He grimaced, as the four braves continued their assault, heaving at the two cords that attached to this ankles. Soon his body had been dragged to the base of the big trees.
The next fee tugs, had one of his legs stretching to the right, the other to his left. The separation made the air circulate more around his cock and balls, making him all the more aroused.
Again, the braves made sport of James West's large balls, secreting that clear fluid from the tip of his cock. It immediately became mixed with the dirt, created strands of claylike matter.
Kachada's badgering kept the four braves at their work. However, they had Jim's ankles at the base of tree, and unable to heave hard enough to move him further. Inteus and Cheveyo laughed, then after speaking to each other, approached the two groupings of braves, holding their arms up, fists clenched, showing off their muscular physiques. Each of the older braves brushed the young ones away. As Ciqala and Etu had done, Inteus and Cheveyo made light of their work, creating a contest. Like magic, quickly Jim found himself sliding along on the sand and pebbly ground matter, his back and ass getting scratched in the dirt, as his body flung towards the two trees.
More now than ever, Jim found his legs stretching apart. He gasped, cried out, with the feeling that if they hauled anymore on their vines, his body would be destined to split in half. The space between his legs ached. With the succession of heaving, Inteus on Jame's right leg, Cheveyo on his right, continued their assault. Now James found his ass started to part from the ground, followed by his lower back. With little effort from his tormentors, slowly James West, turned upside down, began the terrible ascent, to be hung by his ankles, split between two trees. Little did James know that this would the beginning of a long, arduous day for him and not the foreclosure of the day that started out with a father and son.
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Continued.....
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