Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2007 14:45:20 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Christy Young 6

This is a work of fiction, 100%, influenced completely by my warped
imagination.  None of the characters or animals included in the story are
real or repre-sentations of any person living or dead.  If stories of
alternate sexuality, male on male, incest, pedophilia, bestiality and
watersports offend you or are illegal in your area please go elsewhere: the
same holds true if you are a minor.  No animals were actually injured in
the writing of this story.

Christy Young 6

He'd been in the hospital delirious for two days before he had a
non-official visit.  The Texas Ranger's commandant and detective had
questioned him half a dozen time for five or ten minutes at a time.  The
attorney for the pipeline company had been by to learn what he could and
his boss had been by to tell him that he didn't need to concern himself
with his job, he could return to either of his past jobs when ready.  He
was three hours from home, so he wasn't expecting any visitors, especially
since he had isolated himself so completely over the past few years.  It
was nearly dinnertime when Wynn and Albie walked in the door with Detective
Gonzalez.

The doctors had told him he would be lucky to have an erection before three
or four more days passed were so wrong, but so right in the pain he would
have in his balls when it did happen.  Seeing the handsome Ranger walk in
wearing tight, ball hugging jeans and a too short, two-strapper raised the
dead.  Or it might have been the sight of the twins that had given him such
a good weekend to remember.  They talked about the condition of his horse,
his dog and tried to avoid the subject of what happened in the forest until
Christy could tell that avoiding that subject was causing the boys
considerable difficulty.  He asked them to sit beside him on the bed and
gave them an exciting but abbreviated version of the events.  While he
spoke to the boys about the fights and deaths DG sat on his other side
listening.  Having the three of them so close had kept him hard the entire
time he related the story.  Two student nurses had come into the room to
tell the visitors they only had five more minutes.  When the door closed DG
wrapped his hand around the erection that stood like a sentinal in the
center of the bed and asked Christy if he might have longer than five
minutes when he was out of the hospital.  Christy knew that every Ranger
and doctor that had entered the cabin knew about him being gangfucked by
the drug growers and their dogs: he looked at DG and spoke plainly, "only
if you are ready to take Chico and me."

The smile that spread across DG's face was nearly as big as those on the
twins'.  Wynn couldn't hold back any longer, "Christy we've learned a few
things since DG brought Wizard home.  Have you ever seen how much a horse
cums?  Quarts."

The moment that should have been one of tenderness between the two men was
instead one of laughter at the young zoo boys' enthusiasm.  "When will they
be letting you out of here, Christy?"  Albie and Wynn had asked the
question at the same time.

"The doctor I spoke with this morning told me I would be able to leave the
day after I have a normal B.M.  With the stitches they put in me they want
to be certain my ass is not going to fall out."  There had been more damage
than the doctors had thought at first, so they had to operate and stitch
him up inside.  Whether it was because he wasn't eating or because of the
sterility of piss he didn't not turn septic and was expected to survive.
Only one of the men that had raped him in the cabin survived, he was still
in a coma and the doctors were not predicting a short recovery.

"Will you be able to go home when you get out?"  The concern in DG's voice
surprised Christy but when he looked at the big man he knew that they had a
lot of conversations ahead of them to sort through what seemed to be an
emotional morass.  At no time during the discussion of his dismissal from
the hospital had DG removed his hand from Christy's erection.  As the
injured man lay looking at him, DG squeezed tighter and offered Christy a
bed in which to recuperate.  He'd been told he wouldn't be riding his horse
or tractor for a few months and that it might be six months before he would
be ready or willing to think about taking another dick in his ass.
Normallly he would have been too shy to ask a doctor about that, but he
could tell that the doctor that checked his stitches was gay and not afraid
to discuss his situation.

"DG, you live quite aways from my farm. How am I to make certain that
everything is alright?"

"Mr. Stevenson found someone to stay there temporarily.  He said you would
know the man, a Harry Goldfinch?"

"That's your uncle isn't it, Wynn?"

"Our mother's uncle.  He's okay, but not as nice a neighbor as you."
Christy wanted to tell the twins that he was really an uncle like him, but
having learned about their father, granfather and greatgrandfather being
sheep fuckers he didn't really think it was a good time to tell them that
Harry had been accused of sneaking around farms outside of Lufkin.  He'd
never been caught, but there were rumors that the cows were not safe when
he was around.

The following morning DG brought the twins by the hospital again.  They
were hardly speaking to each other and Christy tried getting them to say
what the problem was, but until DG left the room to get some coffee the
boys wouldn't talk.  "He wouldn't fool around with us, Christy.  We tried
to get him to fuck us, let us suck his dick, rim him or give him our dicks
but he refused.  About midnight he went and rented a second room so we
wouldn't bother him any more.  Is there something wrong with us?"

"He's a cop, Albie.  If anyone was to ever even suspect he played around
with you he'd be out of a job and looking at life in prison.  Do you know
what happens to ex-cops in prison?"  Christy was looking at the boys as
sternly as he could.

"They get fucked!  They get all the dick anyone could want."

"And more.  They don't get a choice about what dick they suck or that fucks
them.  A cop's life behind bars isn't very long.  But I think there may be
another reason he was staying away from you two.  I think he has his heart
set on me."  Christy had understood with little more than the conversation
they'd had the previous day that the Ranger had a crush on him.  Or, like
you said he is after Chico."

For the next three days Christy didn't see anyone he knew.  The doctor
signed his discharge papers and when the orderly wheeled him out the front
doors DG was opening the door to a van that had been equipped with a bed
for him to ride on rather than having to sit.  Sitting beside the bed
waiting for him to crawl in were Chico and Demon both appearing almost
well, if a dog with a cast on his front leg can appear well.  They had
barely left the hospital parking lot when DG told him the next stop was in
Austin.

"I thought you lived outside of Waco?"

"I have a farm there.  But I also have a house in Austin, living on a farm
is okay, but I like being around people.  The ride was rather odd, Christy
wasn't ready when the van turned and not seeing where he was going gave him
the sensa-tion of car sickness.  He tried sleeping but Chico wouldn't stop
licking his face and Demon's tail pounded against the side of the van was
making too much noise to let him rest.  When the van began the final leg of
the trip, stopping and starting at lights and short turns with no momentum
he was glad to know the ride was almost over.

The days passed quickly.  DG helped Christy do what he was not yet able to
do which was less and less every day.  The men spent time exploring each
other's body with their hands and mouths.  Both men demonstrated for the
other their ability and willingness to suck their dogs.  The only thing
they avoided was fucking.  I say that with reverence because they both
wanted to cross the divide but the pain and mental anguish Christy suffered
because of his captivity made it impossible to indulge his desire.

He had been there for two weeks when DG asked him if he thought he would
ever again be wanting to fuck a man.  The question struck him to his heart,
finally Christy was able to open his heart and mind telling DG the history
of his life, including the only time he had fucked a male.  DG wanted the
ten plus inches that stood out from Christy's groin to be buried dep within
him and after listening to the confession worked his hand and mouth on the
big dick until it was as hard as it would get. With his left hand he worked
a dollop of Crisco into his chute while making certain that every
miilimeter of the dick in front of him was wet.

Taking the best position for one's first fuck, which it wasn't, DG squatted
over Christy and enjoyed the heat from the tip of his dick as it seared the
rim of his ass and melted any unmelted Crisco.  Christy lay still enjoying
the tight grasp DG took on the head of his dick waiting for the muscular
ass to fully engulf his length.  Instead of sliding down the shaft in one
fluid motion DG let two inches of cock enter him and again another two
inches until he was grinding his butt cheeks hard against Christy's pubic
hair and bone.  Much more exper-ienced in grasping a cock with the smooth
powerful muscles of his ass than the Stevensons' twin, DG soon had Christy
begging for mercy.

DG was not in a mood to allow Christy to rest or resist.  With every trick
he'd ever learned DG worked the cock in his ass to give Christy more
pleasure than he had ever felt inside another.  Ready to shoot his cum
Christy pulled the man he hoped was the one he would have a future with to
his chest and mouth, kissing him as passionately as he was able.  As their
tongues did battle Christy let go with a load of cum that DG later said he
counted having nine shots.  Resting on top of DG, Christy did as the Ranger
had told him he wanted and filled his ass with a burning stream of piss
that didn't seem to stop until DG was bloating.  Kneeling on his bruised
knees was painful for Christy but he stayed in that position for another
ten minutes massaging DG's stomach, working the piss deep within him.  The
rest of the evening and night they stayed in bed discussing their desires
and fantasies, learning that they were well matched not only in seual
desires but life goals.

Finally, DG had to return to work, the time given off for killing had
passed.  With only one dog and himself in the house Christy spent more time
outside trying to recover some of the coloring he'd lost during his stay in
the hospital and in Austin.  For a few days he didn't roam far from the
house, but as he began feeling better he and Chico increased the distance
they walked until they were going as far as Town Lake.  He been there three
times before he learned that while he was in the hospital the name had been
changed to Lady Bird Lake, after the former first lady.  Twice while there
he'd seen a young guy he tagged with the name 'young pup', both times
they'd seen the guy Chico had pulled on the leash to try and get Christy to
approach him. The guy had stared at Chico with a look that Christy could
only call lusty, if he hadn't newly stumbled into a relationship he would
have circled the park with Chico following the man until his intentions
were obvious.


The third time Christy saw the'young pup' he wanted to leave Chico off the
leash, but fear that the young guy would freak at the fist sized knot the
Mastiff would show before ever mounting him held him back.  He tried
enticing the young guy nearer by showing is dick and finally seeing the guy
carefully checking out Chico raised the cloth of his loose shorts and
showed the guy how well trained Chico was at licking cock and balls.  The
best intentions are often not followed, rather than dropping beneath the
big dog the guy knelt at his side and asked Christy, "will he give me his
whole length or stap at the knot?"  For another next week he stayed with
DG, allowing the guy he now referred to only as 'young pup' enjoy the
opportunity to have a two hundred pound mastiff fuck him.

Out of the hospital for a month Christy was happy when Dalton and his two
sets of twins arrived in Austin to take him home.  The Ranger was not at
home when the Stevensons picked up Christy.  They had said their fare-wells
the previous night with promises to get together over the weekend.  The
three days they were separated by two hours and a hundred miles seemed like
an eternity to both men.

When DG arrived at the farm Christy greeted him the way the Ranger had
dreamed of being met many times.  He was ordered to leave his clothes in
the van and drop to his hands and knees.  With a studded collar wrapped
around his neck the Ranger was led to Wizard's stall and once inside
ordered to take the horse cock in both hands and drink a full load of horse
cum.  The man that had waited so long to find the master that would take
full control of his sexual life and love him was unable to refrain from
shooting his own load of cum as he followed his master's order and jacked
the thick horse cock into his open mouth.  For the next forty-eight hours
the Ranger explored the life of a slave satisfying not only a horse, two
dogs and a demanding master but two boys that had been invited to the farm
to give DG a break from any monotony he might be feeling at the same four
dicks filling both ends.