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" 09 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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This wasn't exactly how nineteen year old Jake Pearson pictured his first affair with a man. Like any white man, captured by an indian war party, he was scared shit. Little did he know that the special 'breed' of indian he became custodian of, would be showing him more about sexual activity than he would learn with any one on one affair!
Sitting, completely void of his clothing, Jake sat, his hands bound behind the pole. Across from him another white man, kneeling, hung by his arms from the top of the post. He didn't know what the holdout was on his treatment, but for the better, he thought. While alone, he thought more of the figure, bound, not moving, seemingly asleep, right before his eyes. Scanning the nude body, he thought the white man not much older than himself. He couldn't rightly make out the man's face, his chin touching his chest. Something he was unaccustomed to, his cock twitched when he sought the beauty of the guy's treasure trail fanning out from his deep navel and running into the dark brown pubic patch.
Looking about, Jake made sure nobody was around, which was the case.
"Psssssssssssssst!" Jake summoned the sleeping figure.
He could at least make out that the figure breathed. A good sign.
"Psssssssssst! Psssst!" he called out a second time, getting louder.
With this action, the sleeping figure's head made motion.
"Huh?" the groggy head moved, looking straight towards Jake.
"Hey fella?" Jake called out to the young man.
"Huh?" came the tiny voice. "Ughhhhhahhhooooh!"
Jake became all clammy, as he watched the guy move. wincing, sighing in what seemed like pain, then mellowing out to what he thought sounded like pleasure.
"Who... who are you?"
"My name's Jake... you?"
"Stormy..Stormy Connugggggggh! Oooooh!"
It's then, when Stormy moved his knees that Jake spotted the piece of wood, more like a pole, between his legs.
"What in hell have they done to you, Stormy?" Jake asked, his eyes wide as saucers, attuned to more than Stormy's cock and balls.
Stormy groaned again, first in pain, then more in pleasure, as he explained, "After they used me..."
"Used you?" Jake asked, his eyes still keyed in to Stormy's predicament.
"Yeah. I'm sure they'll do the same to you, but let's hope not!"
Jake gulped. He didn't know what that entailed, but he knew what sex meant!
"After they did what they did," Stormy figured he didn't have to elaborate, for Jake's sake, "they took this pole, with a knob on the end and forced it up my ass. I don't know how many days it's been in there."
Curiously, losing some resignation, Jake asked, "Does it hurt?"
"Hurt? Ummm..." Stormy now had to think, replying, "somewhat. Yeah, it hurts when I move my knees a little, but hurt, like hurting?"
"Yeah," Jake asked, still on the quest for more finality.
"Not really."
Jake wanted specifics.
"Then it doesn't hurt?"
Stormy, even in the face of his predicament, which could lead to more sexual activity or even torture, like his dad got, cracked a smile.
This caused Jake to smile back. He then figured the feeling Stormy had wasn't too harsh. He changed the subject.
"How long have you been here, Stormy?"
"My dad and I had been abducted and brought here about three days ago."
"Abducted? From where?"
"Our train," Stormy replied, casually. Then he mustered up some energy to make Jake aware, "But that fuckin' buffalo hunter!"
"Buffalo hunter?"
"Yeah, that two-faced traitor, Cheyenne Bodie... why..."
"Oh, so that's who he is?"
"You saw him?"
"Yeah. He looked like he was a indian, but in white man's clothing. Well, pants. He didn't have a shirt on and... well, that's not important."
However, Stormy's curiosity got the best of him and he provoked, "What?"
"It's not important, but if you want to know, I thought for an indian, this Cheyenne guy sure had a lot of hair on his body!"
As Stormy chuckled, the knobbed stake up his ass wiggled around.
"Ooooooooh. He's part Cheyenne indian and part white like us."
Jake did pick up on the 'us'. It felt good, like Stormy was a friend. At this time, a friend would be good to have.
"Is he their leader?"
"No, but he might just as well be."
"What's his part in all of this?"
"Well, I don't know how you came to be here, but I figured you were brought in the same time as Jim."
"James West?"
"Yeah, Jim West. My father and I call him Jim. That's what he told my father and I to call him. We originally called him Mr. West."
"I've only known him as James."
Stormy smiled. He could see some special connection, in the way Jake spoke the namesake.
"Well, Jim and Cheyenne..." He stopped a moment.
Jake asked, "What about'em?" Jake asked.
"Well, the way my father talked about them, I thought they were...."
Now the tables turned, it piqued Jake's curiosity, so he drove Stormy on, for an answer.
Stormy smiled back, informing him, "Yeah, okay. The other part of this is that Jim and Cheyenne were lovers."
"Lovers? Like two guys loving each other?"
Yeah, Stormy could see something vastly connecting Jim and Jake. Sadly, he hoped that there wouldn't be. Stormy kind of liked Jake, the way he talked and the body was so...'fox'! He watched as Jake seemed to reflect on the news just bestowed on him.
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Meanwhile, Hastiin had joined the lively gathering around James West, his stripped body, hanging by his ankles, legs stretched far apart, his arms a straight line across, a piece of timber tied tautly. The timber now hung inches from the ground.
Hastiin picked up a stone, joining in the game. Two lines formed between the now fourteen gathered braves. Each had a stone clasped in a hand. One would step up to a line drawn in the dirt, before James West's inverted body. Inteus, the thiry year old, held the stone, grapsed in his hand, aloft behind him. He took one practice throw, not releasing the stone, but the second, real throw, cast the stone towards Jim's body.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" James West screamed out, as the stone hit him in the left ballsac.
The braves whoopped and hollared, congratulating Inteus on the predicted, direct hit. Kachada seemed to be keeping score of some sorts. The 'rock toss' game had different rules, depending on whom their victim was. One time they played the game with a chubby white man. They aimed at one target, seeing whom could hit his chubby belly the most. The center of the target was the man's deep navel.
Today, however, the target became the brave's choosing. Inteus has scored bigtime, calling out Jim's left ballsac and actually making the grade.
They all let Hastiin take a free turn, knowing his strong throwing arm would make the 'cheat' totally worthwhile. He didn't disappoint his fellow braves.
Translated from his native tongue, he called out, "cock!"
True to his calling, the rock in his hand shot out and hit James West's cockhead.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" He screamed out.
They had an extra laugh, as when the stone hit Jim's cock head, precum was raked from the piss slit. They all begged Hastiin to take another turn, which he didn't turn down.
Again he called out, "cock!"
This time he came in low. The small stone hit right at the base of James West's stiff cock.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Jim cried out, with lingering pain.
None of the braves knew they could outdo Hastiin. He's had years of practice. Afterall, it's Hastiin that had developed the game, from it's beginnings. So, they gave him a buyout. Whatever Hastiin requested, they granted him.
He immediately thought of something very sly. He wasn't fond of Cheyenne's gaining power with Kachada, so decided it's time to upset the balance. Much to all the brave's regrets, Hastiin's request was to take James West down and removed to his tent. So, slowly the braves tossed aside their game and made good on their wager with Hastiin.
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"I see your point Artemus. Then, by pitting Dr. Lovelace against James West, to enslave him, will free the position up for yourself?"
Drawing on the full compliment, Artemis didn't have to say anything further. Instead, he rolled over onto his side first, then scooped up the twenty-one year old actor in his arms, plastering his hairy chest up to the nearly smooth one, casting his lips upon lips. Grinding their cocks together, he knew where his allegiance lay.
"Gotta have you, J.J. Gotta have all of you and right now!"
All J.J. did was smile back. Artemis took the push on the shoulder, not as aggressive, but more as a hint, falling over onto his back. Reaching under his legs, he gripped his thighs. Pulling back, he exposed his hairy asschute, for the entering.
J.J. Sebastien, stroked his own 9.5c piece of meat, releasing some pentup precum. He smeared the gooey residue over his cock, painting it til it gleemed.
"Oooooh!" Artemis sighed, feeling the tip of J.J.'s cock head hit it's target.
It wouldn't be the first time, in the last four days that they've relaxed at the hotel, that J.J.'s cock penetrated his asswall. Artemis sure didn't wish a repeat of the first impalement. J.J. sunk directly in, but Artemis' pain had long ago turned into sweet ecstasy.
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"You mentioned them doing other stuff to you, Stormy?"
Stormy bit his tongue. At least, if nothing else transpired, he would want to come out of this, as Jake's friend. He found out that Jake knew what he knew, regarding James West's sexuality. However, he didn't know how Jake stood on the likes or dislikes of gay men. So, he played it cool.
"Um, I think it better that I let it be unsaid, Jake."
If only Stormy could read Jake's mind, he'd find out how accepting of his thoughts. Feeling his own cock twitch, Jake tried controlling himself. Each time Stormy moved, jiggling the stick up his ass, Jake would associate the emotion he would feel, having his own cock buried in Stormy's ass!
"I'm not afraid of anything, Stormy. Hey, I'm nineteen years old and seen a lot of stuff, since I was fifteen."
"Nice," Stormy replied, thinking of how they are both the same ages.
His mind shot on, ahead of the moment, thinking of how he would like to become more than friends with Jake.
"What's nice? You liked what they did to you?"
It's now that Stormy found himself in a quandary, but as he looked down at Jake's pubes, he realized the real truth. Jake's long, rigid cock tip almost touched the ground, the slit leaking cumjuice.
"You're hard!"
He didn't need to be told, yet Jake looked down at what Stormy referred to.
"Oh. Hee heee... guess I have to take a piss or something!"
The coverup didn't fool Stormy.
"Oh. Thought maybe..."
Springing up from his chest, Jake's head lifted to gaze at Stormy, straight to his eyes.
"Yeah, I am."
"You're what Jake?"
All Jake did was smile and it told Stormy all. He smiled a toothy grin back.
"You ever make it with a guy, Jake?"
"Nope. You?"
"Not til I came here," Stormy replied, offering a twist between good and not so good.
"Oh. So is that what you were gonna tell me, Stormy?"
"Yeah," he replied to Jake's inquiry. "I figured if I didn't tell you then it wouldn't be so tough on you."
"Did they like, stick their cock in you?" Jake got to the point.
"Um," Stormy turned red, a little embarrased, then told the truth, "yeah."
"Did it like hurt?"
"I guess you haven't ever gotten fucked, huh?"
Looking a bit glum, Jake felt what was in store for himself, but at the same time, sensed some empathy for Stormy.
"No, I haven't, Stormy. Talked about it though."
"With who?"
"Had a friend. I think he was thinking the same way as I am. I mean about me liking other men. I think he's the same."
"So, you two never fooled around?"
"Touched each other. He held my cock and I held his and we shook each other til the juice exploded out of us!"
Stormy smiled at the cute way Jake put it. At first it had been the 'fox' body, the defined, tight treasure trail that seemed to come out of his deep navel and shoot down to his hairy pubes that turned him on, but now the emotional draw had changed to Jake's personality. Stormy was finding him to be more likeable.
Their conversation became cut short, when the tent flap opened. Cast right down in front of them, James West grunted, as the front of his body hit the floor of the tipi. It stirred up a small duststorm.
"Gnnnnnnnn..." Jim groaned, as he lay there on his stomach, his hands joined at the small of his back, almost at the top of his ass crevice.
"Mr. West," Stormy reverted to the formal, "are you alright?"
"Ooooooh," Jim groaned, turning over onto his arms, bound behind him.
"I would say he's alright, Stormy. What do you think?"
The two nineteen year olds looked at one another, smiling. Not a time for rejoicing, yet they both saw how James West's tall pole betrayed his rough treatment.
"You fellas alright?" Jim asked, before answering.
However, he had some assumptions of his own, as he gazed back and forth, from Jake's pubes, to Stormy's then to each of their eyes.
The threeway conversation drew to a close, as the tent flap opened. In strode Hastiin, followed by four of the braves, controlling Cheyenne. He squirmed about, as they manhandled the buffalo hunter. Hastiin gave the four, Huritt, Adahy, Inteus and Cheveyo, some orders. They drove Cheyenne to his knees, at James West's legs.
Hastiin then gave Ahote and Tocho orders, in their native tongue. The two younger braves, twenty and twenty-one, grabbed Jim and held his arms down, so that he could not flip about. At the same time, Hastiin had his blade out, slicing through Cheyenne's pants. He especially strove to rid the halfbreed of the pants covering his ass.
The man who came into the camp as a captive, then moved freely about as one of them, quickly receded into the prisoner mode. With hands now bound behind his back, the hairy, six foot three, thirty-four year old leaned forward, on his knees. Behind Cheyenne, Ahote and Tocho held the naked body of James West, binding him to the earthen floor, with their hands. Reaching behind Cheyenne, Hastiin flexed Jim's already hard shaft, much to Jim's pleasure, even though Jim hadn't an idea why, other than to bring out the pleasure of the stroking.
Jake and Stormy, eyewitnesses to the action before them, watched as the four braves forced Cheyenne backwards. Both teens gazed with eyes wide open, as James West's shaft came closer and closer to making contact with Cheyenne's hairy ass. When he was an inch away, Inteus motioned to Cheveyo, his hand grabbing one side of Cheyenne's ass cheeks and pulling it out, to the side. Cheveyo followed suit, giving some type of cheerful expression, his hand equally separating the ass. All eyes, those of Kachada, Cheveyo, Inteus, Adahy, Huritt, Hastiin, Ahote, Tocho, Ciqala, Etu, Lootah, Songan, Jake, Stormy and even James West, peering over the outline of his hairy stomach, watched, as Cheyenne's ass chamber slowly began to become invaded by Jim's nine inches of cut meat.
A holler of laughter broke out, from the braves, as Cheyenne gasped, closing his eyes, wincing. More joviality commenced, when his mouth opened wide, showing the painful entering of his ass chute take place. Hastiin and Kachada stood in front of Cheyenne, watching his ass go down on James West's boner.
Out of sync with the native tongue, for the white men's benefit, Hastiin comments, "James West make baby halfbreed's!"
The tent erupted with surefire laughter. Stormy caught Jake's gaze and the two even found some humor in the statement, smirking.
Cheyenne moved in every-which direction, to try to evade being impaled on Jim's cock. Hastiin finally tired of the antsy situation. Standing slightly back, he put his foot against Cheyenne's chest and stomped on it. This sent the buffalo hunter straight back, jambing Jim's cock all the way up his ass canal.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooohhaakk!"
With his back arched, almost like he was ready to break in half, Cheyenne screamed out, as James West's nine inch impaling tool dove in, point blank. Cheers erupted. On both Stormy's and Jake's faces, their expression seemed almost comical, as their mouths formed a perfect 'O'.
But, their torturing, both mentally and physically, of Cheyenne wasn't at an end. Ahote and Tocho watched behind Cheyenne's back, as Adahy and Huritt put their hands in their captive's pits, pulling his body forward. Ahote signaled with his hand when he could see James West's cock head appear from within Cheyenne's asscrack.
Making a motion of sorts, Hastiin coaxed Kachada to his former position. He motioned for the indian leader to place his foot on Cheyenne's chest. Cheyenne didn't even see if coming, his eyes still tightly shut, trying to absorb the pain. With all his weight, Kachada stomped on his hairy chest, leaving a foot print of dirt.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Cheyenne cried out, as Jim's cock tore into his ass chamber.
As if on cue, the braves laughed their asses off. All of the braves hadn't been keyed into Cheyenne's pain and suffering. Hastiin glanced from side to side, watching how Stormy and Jake took in the sight. It gave him an even more evil idea.
James West's cock had become old news, for the moment. Grabbing Cheyenne's head of hair, Hastiin pulled the halfbreed off of his perch on the nine inch staff, throwing him, chest first, into the dirt. He yelled something to the braves.
In response, Etu and Ciqala began untying Stormy, whom they had slept with last night, along with Hastiin. Lootah and Songan, they themselves of halfbreed birthright, unfastened Jake. Lifting Stormy, Hastiin had the pleasure of removing the stationery knobbed stake, clinging to Stormy's ass. He did it nice and slowly, which made Stormy quiver at each inch of removal. Jake winced, not for himself, but as if it was being extracted from his own ass.
More orders followed, as Kachada relinquished his power to Hastiin, for the moment at hand. Like most of the braves, he had 'lost' the cloth that covered his pubes and now stroked his fine, erect, tall stalk.
In place of James West, the braves followed Hastiin's orders, placing the two white teens next to each other, on a slight inward turn towards each other. Both gasped, as their genitals became handled roughly. Thirty year old Inteus took the pleasure of forcing Stormy's and Jake's cocks together, lining them up, side by side. They both almost matched sizes, Jake being a half inch shorter than Stormy's nine inches. With Inteus' constant strokings, the half inch difference could hardly be determined, as their meat ground against each other, continually being stroked for erect hardness.
When Hastiin gave an order, Inteus halted the stroking, holding the nineteen year olds' cockheads together. With a vine in his hand, Hastiin encompassed the base of both cocks, drawing the two white teens closer together. Not that it could be deemed the opportune moment, but rather to keep their balance, Jake's arm sought a perch around Stormy's shoulder. Stormy, in turn lifted his arm up and rested it along the back of Jake's head, his hand on Jake's right shoulder, steadying the two. Later the two would compare notes!
Both teens groaned, in pleasure. Neither wished to let on that they had been enjoying the fact that it felt awesome to have Hastiin wind the vine up both of their cocks, making them as one wide phallus.
Nobody could have been more surprised by Hastiin's devilous plan, than Cheyenne.
"Nooooooooooooo...nooooooooooo!" He pleaded with anyone of the braves.
Even Kachada, whom seemed to warm up to Cheyenne's charisma, earlier in the day, stood to be entertained, as the buffalo hunter resumed his forced position on his knees. This time, instead of James West's single cock, Stormy and Jake tuned their attention to the ass crevice being drawn closer and closer to their bound cocks, transformed into one battering ram.
Hastiin stopped the descent onto the double cock ass torture long enough to wet the human torturing implement with animal fat. Of course he drew great pleasure stroking up the combined cocks. He wasn't the only one who laughed, grinning widely, at Stormy and Jake moaning in ecstasy.
Something that none of them would have guessed, is that when the double fucking tool entered Cheyenne's ass, the constricting vines that connected the two slowly began to break. However, it didn't have an impact enough to stop the impaling action. Cheyenne still screamed at the top of his lungs, as his ass was split wide up with Stormy's and Jake's teen cocks, entering his narrow ass chute.
Two admirers began to get a idea of their own. Ciqala and Etu, both around Stormy's and Jake's ages, watched the two teens groan in pleasure so much that it coerced themselves into finding some vine. Their interest prompted thirty-two year old Hastiin to tap Inteus on the arm. However, Hastiin's attention wasn't being drawn to Cheyenne's ass.
Inteus and Hastiin made light work of placing James West on his knees. They untied his hands, clasped behind his back and retied his wrists to the sturdy tent post. Like a dog, West's ass stood in the air, as his shoulders touched the ground, moving him into the perfect position for Hastiin's and Inteus' combined interest.
On Hastiin's order, the two began leaning in, their long, wide pokers sinking into Jim's hole. The two cocks began penetrated West's ass sphincter, as if driving two cans of beer into a dime-sized hole.
The other braves wanted their turn, however not all had been willing tops. Tocho begged the others to impale his own ass, with the double dicked sword.
All afternoon and into the evening the indian camp roared with pain and pleasure, groans of pain and ecstasy.
Hastiin and Inteus had teamed up, not only penetrating James West's ass, shooting both their loads deep into the recesses of his ass chamber, but wanted a go at Cheyenne's ass. The braves cheered them on, as if a hot tag team. Even the bottom braves wanted to see how it felt to have cocks of that proportion doubly forced up their chutes.
Hours later, Hastiin and Inteus ducked out of the tipi, collapsing near where they watered the horses. Each took turns dumping cool water on the other. As if in modern times, they sat there, discussing the hot fucking action. They leaned against the stone well, each telling how fine it was to feel their ejaculations, their cocks releasing that hot lather, feeling it pump up their combined spears. Both complained of being totally spent. However, it's Inteus that nudged Hastiin and pointed out the man hanging, eagle-spread, near the campfire. Smiling back, Hastiin began firming up his cock once more, as the two rose and headed towards Steve Connor's stretched out body.
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