A New Hand Part V
by Tanda2000@compuserve.com
copyright by Tanda 5/2001
Brandon stumbled down the dark trail from the main cabin back to the bunk house. His long johns hung off of his muscular smooth body so that he appeared like he'd been rode hard and put away wet. In his drunkenness, he had to grin as he ambled down the path. That was about the truth of the matter. He had been rode hard and the sweat that covered his still hot body gave off a sheen in the full moonlit night.
He rubbed his sore but satisfied rear through his long johns as he recalled what had just happened to him. Shit, he thought, that was something else! He had enjoyed the cowboy's mauling him and tyin' him up to the bunk like that. For some reason he didn't understand, that had jest been the topper. And feeling his big hard shaft up his round bubble butt. He had shot his load all over the man's whiskey drenched bunk. Brandon felt a tingling in his cock again as he thought about all this.
Lucky it was so late at night so that he could sneak back into the bunk house without all the other hands bein' none the wiser. He was figurin' he could slip back into his bunk sight unseen and crawl back onto his bunk nice and quiet like. Yeah, that's the ticket. They'd never know.
As Brandon neared the bunk house, he looked over towards the makeshift kitchen and the low fires still burnin'. He seen the Cook's tent with a low light glowin' in it and his mind went straight to Kwon Li and had to wonder 'bout the boy. Mighty nice, sweet young cuss. Made him wonder what his story was all about. His cock twitched in his long johns.
But, he had to push that out of his mind. Something bigger was about to bust loose and that was him takin' Mr. Mathis' boys on that trip. Why, that was somethin' else, he pondered. He was kinda pleased 'bout the trust that Jake and Mr. Mathis had put in him. But ordealin' two kids, he didn't quite know how to figure that one. He weren't too keen on it, but a job's a job.
He reached the bunk house. All was quiet. He carefully unlatched the metal latch and gently pushed the door open. It was dark inside and real quiet. He sighed a sigh of relief. He stopped at the door and yanked off his boots, careful not to let them fall on the wooden floor. In his stocking feet and long johns, he carefully eased the door closed. He turned to head towards his bunk when all of a sudden out of the darkness, he felt something thrown over his head.
"What the hell?!?", he shouted and struggled against whatever was tossed over his head but he felt strong hands holding him in a bear hug and then he heard the voices.
"Yeah!"
"C'mon, man, drag his ass over here!"
"What the fuck is goin' on?" he demanded as he was bein' drug under the blanket. Damn, if he couldn't see nothin' but felt strong arms and hands holdin' him in the heavy material that blacked out his vision and luggin' him around with his stockin' feet dragging against the floor.
Brandon felt himself being brutally pushed down on what he guessed was a bunk and he heard snickering and heavy breathing all around him.
Then in his shrouded darkness, sittin' on a bunk with the blanket over his head, he felt rope being tied around his wrists behind his back. He was getting' scared and then he heard the voice.
"Alright, you men. Shaddup". The room became silent except for heavy breathing.
The voice continued but now seemed to be directed to him, "Listen up, Brandee. You the new hand here. You got to get indoctrinated. It's the way". Brandon couldn't quite place the voice. But he was shakin' all over not knowin' what the hell was in store for him. He didn't have long to find out. "Okay, boys. Do it." A blood curling war whoop filled the room as the all the raucous cowboys hooted and hollered with such commotion that Brandon had to cringe under the heavy burlap fabric over his head. "Yeah, let's give him what for!," one randy cowboy exclaimed. "Yeah, I can't wait to get my paws on him," another cowboy growled. Brandon felt strong hands jerk him up to a standing position and the next thing he knew, he felt hands all over his body, spinnin' him about, ripping and tearing at his long johns. The hapless cowboy heard buttons poppin' and the rippin' of his long underwear. It weren't long before Brandon's long johns were hanging from his body in tatters, exposing parts of his muscled body to his unseen captors. He shivered involuntarily, but bein' bound up like this, there was no was of escapin'. 'Sides, he didn't even know which way to run if he could'a. "Take that bag off his head," the voice commanded again. Brandon felt the bag removed from his head, tousling his brown hair even more than it had been. He blinked in surprise when he seen that he was surrounded by all the cowhands in the bunk house. Some of 'em were standin' in their long johns and others butt naked. But all seemed to be sportin' wood. Seein' all them cocks aimed at him made Brandon's own cock start to swell in his tore up long underwear. Directly in front of him stood Zack. The voice he'd heard. He was wearin' his boots and a pair of long johns that was unbuttoned all the way down to his crotch. His cowboy hat was cocked to the side of his head and he was chawin' on a splinter grinnin' at Brandon like a cat playin' with a mouse. Brandon noticed the huge sausage in Zack's underwear that was bulging across his thigh. Zack ran one of his big hands down his hairy chest to his belly and rubbed it menacingly, still starin' at the tied up cowboy. "Brandee," Zack announced slowly, "You the new hand here, boy and you gonna get, how they say that, boys?" He looked 'round the room of cowboys and they all grinned at one another. "Initiated, that's the word, ain't it, boys?" The small room erupted into loud guffawing and rowdy laughter as the men all nodded their agreement and some of them grabbed their crotches meaningfully. Brandon was gettin' down right scared. These cowhand were plumb loco. And they meant business too, he could tell. He looked at the door and then the windows of the small cabin, hopin' for an escape. Zack caught his look. "There ain't no escape, cowboy Brandee." All the cowboys chortled at the name that Zack kept calling the new hand. Brandon started to make a dash for it anyway. He figured he could high tail it outta here even with his hands tied up as they was. He didn't have a prayer. Hands were all over him, holdin' him down. "Well, lookee here, boys. Looks like we gotta teach our new hand here some manners. He don't seem to appreciate all we're gonna do for him." Zack grinned lewdly at Brandon. "Gonna hafta teach the boy some respect." Brandon watched with wide eyes as Zack approached him. "Hold him, boys." Strong hands grabbed his legs and spread them wide and held him firmly to the floor. Another set of hands grabbed his tied up arms and other hands grabbed him by the hair, holding his head firmly in place. Brandon had no choice but to look straight ahead at the dead serious look on Zack's face. Zack circled the tied up cowboy, still chawin' on the splinter and eyeing the boy from top to bottom as the other hands held Brandon firmly in place. Brandon couldn't see what Zack was doin' behind him, all he could see was the cowboys strokin' their cocks as they watched the drama unfold. They was all a grinnin' real evil like and Brandon was scared shitless. Suddenly, he felt a hand wallop his butt. Smack! Brandon flinched and his eyes smarted. Damn, that hurt! But he stood there while the other hands cheered and jeered at him. So this was their initiation, Brandon thought. Bastards. "Nice one," he heard Zack mutter behind him. Nice texture, fellas." "Smack!" "Ow,' Brandon hollered. Then he felt something different. He felt Zack's hand rub his firm heated ass through the frayed fabric of his long underwear. "Yeah, real fine texture,: he heard Zack mutter. Brandon couldn't help hisself, but he was startin' to get a rise in his crotch. Zack's hand seemed to feel so good on his sore buns after he'd been whupped like that. Then Brandon felt Zack start to unbutton the back flap of his long johns and felt the cowboy's rough palm on the tender skin of his buttocks. "Ooooeeeeee," Zack taunted. "Smooth as a baby's behind! C'mon, fellas. Line up and take yer turns." Then he stepped up close behind Brandon and growled in his ear. "You don't move, new hand. Else it'll jest make it worse fer ya." "Billy," Zack demanded, "Go fetch me that cask of bear grease." Brandon cringed with his arms and legs held securely in place. Zack's hands had started rubbing his firm sore ass with deliberate movements to his tender, sore ass crack. He was afeared of what was comin'.
He saw Billy runnin' buck naked across the cabin to fetch the grease and clamped his butt cheeks together when he felt Zack's blunt finger began to toy with his hot asshole.
"Well, shit!", Zack declared. "This boy don't need no grease. He's already nice and lubed." The big man behind Brandon leaned close in to Brandon and snarled in his ear, "Whatcha been doin', cowpoke Brandee?"
Brandon just hung his head.
"Hmmmm???", Zack taunted. And with that, he shoved his finger roughly up Brandon's already lubed, sore ass.
Zack buried his large finger to the hilt in Brandon's ass and, Brandon turned beet red as his young cock shot up in the air, hard as a tree branch.
All the other cowboys started guffawing and laughing at the poor impaled cowboy and his unavoidable predicament. Brandon was embarrassed and tears started to form in his eyes as he hung his head in shame and the large finger started ramming in and out of his ass. The other cowboys surged closer in a circle around the captive young buck, still stroking their hard dicks.
"Chet," Zack commanded. "Get down here on yer knees and take care of this boy's hard cock." Zack was obviously running the show.
Brandon watched with dread as the older geezer knelt down in front of the younger cowboy and, in his dirty long johns, looked up at Brandon with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Brandon was horrified to watch as Chet pulled out his false teeth and smacked his teeth in anticipation. If that finger hadn't been up his butt, he was sure he would have gone limp at the sight of this old codger getting ready to suck his dick.
But the old cowboy wrapped his lips skillfully around Brandon's proud manhood and sunk it down his throat like a pro. Brandon gasped. It was the greatest feeling he had ever experienced. His hard cock was engulfed in a hot, warm, wet place and throbbed with desire as the finger was roughly pulled from his young ass.
Zack growled, "Ya like that, do ya, boy? Well, see how ya like this."
Brandon felt Zack's huge sausage slide up and down his lubed crack and suddenly the big head was pushing at his resisting hole. Brandon kept his eyes lowered to the floor as the big burly man behind him pushed his oversized cock into Brandon's small hole. Brandon tried to move his hips forward to get away from the assault, but when he did, Zack started to slap his bare butt repeatedly while the old cowboy suck his hard dick like it was gonna be his last supper.
After Brandon's cheeks were so red that he felt they were on fire, Zack again aimed his big dick at the young cowboy's tight hole and, without mercy, shoved the entire length of his hard manhood deep into Brandon's bowels. Brandon involuntarily jerked forward which only buried his cock deeper inside of the old man's hot mouth.
Zack grabbed Brandon's slim hips and, while other hands were still holding his legs apart and roaming over his tensed up body, Zack started to fuck him with long deep strokes, showing no mercy. Brandon could feel the man's big balls slapping against his tight rump and he felt his nipples being pinched and then there was a tongue forcing it's way into his mouth. He opened his eyes briefly to see it was young Billy kissing him, his tongue pushing into his mouth as the big cock pushed into his ass.
Brandon was grateful for the affection by Billy, but all too soon, he was gone and replaced by yet another cowboy. Zack started slamming into Brandon's ass while he slapped his burning cheeks. He felt the man behind him bury himself deep inside of his sore ass and grunt with satisfaction as his man seed filled the hapless new hand.
He swatted the boy's rump soundly and hollered, "Next!"
This was more than he could take and another dick replaced Zack's bigger one and soon, he was being fucked again and again and, much to his dismay, he felt his own cum churning from his tortured balls that were being licked by someone's mouth and he started to shoot his hot load deep in someone's mouth. Looking down, he saw that the old man had been replaced by yet another cowboy who was butt naked wearing nuthin' but a cowboy hat.
Brandon hung there, defeated and used by these men. His cock was long since spent and as cowboy after cowboy kept sucking his limp dick, it began to hurt. But not as much as the embarrassment of the situation. He was being fucked, raped, and used by these burly cowboys and in a moment of shame, realized that he wanted it.
Without warning, Brandon felt himself being lowered to the floor and, before he could react, he was shoved on all fours like a common dog.
For what seemed like hours to Brandon, he was poked, prodded, and fucked senseless and was only glad that he had drunk as much as he had earlier. Cock after hard cock was shoved into his mouth and his sore ass he was ravaged by these savage cowboys. He was just a tool to fulfill their pent up needs. He couldn't help himself, but his own cock wouldn't go down and so, while he was being fucked in his ass and his face was being fucked, there was always a hot mouth over his painfully hard cock. His knees were becoming raw from the wooden planked floor as he was being mauled by these cowpokes.
And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he heard Zack yell, "Snake. Come on over here and get yerself some of this fine grade ass."
Even in his drunken stupor, Brandon knew that he couldn't take Snake. Snake was a tall, lean cowboy, about 6'5' and skinny as a rail. But he had about the biggest ol' cock that Brandon had ever set eyes on. The damned thing hung down to his knees soft.
Through blurry eyes, he saw the skinny legs of the cowboy amble towards him. He struggled when he seen that big ol' cock swinging like a third leg on the cowboy, but he was held firm and watched scared as a rabbit caught in a trap when he seen that big ol' thing start to grow in front of his face.
The cowboy held his almost hard 11 inch cock up to Brandon's face and Zack says, "Naw, Snake. Come on back here and get some of this." And swatted Brandon's firm ass soundly.
"Aw, shucks," Snake protested. "I'd split that poor boy in half."
Brandon silently thanked God for the man's consideration.
"Aw, hell no! Fuck him. He's nice and ready for it.", Zack said.
"Well, he do have a nice lookin' rump there," Snake considered.
And before he could blink his eyes, Brandon felt Snake kneel down behind him and, while another cock was shoved in his mouth, he felt the enormous head of Snake's cock push against his sore ass. Snake held onto Brandon's hips firmly with his large paws and shoved.
Brandon felt a blinding white pain and then nothing. He blacked out.
The next thing he recalled was pure quiet and darkness. He was being gently put into his bunk and, from somewhere, a kind reassuring voice whispered in his ear, "Ya done good, kid. Get some rest."
Brandon felt his bunk hold him securely and safely, his wracked body sinking contentedly into the folds of his blankets. He slept hard and deep. Just like he'd been fucked.