Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2012 22:58:03 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Day of the Gila Monster

Day of the Gila Monster

By Randall Austin

Short Story

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Ty and Marty were two personable and handsome,
blond-haired, brothers.  Ty, age 23, was lithe,
serious, and handsome.  Ty liked to reflect upon his
actions.  Marty, 20, was just as handsome, but a bit
more physically substantial and extroverted; more of a
sportsman, and not so reflective.

Driving in the car with them, as they headed to the
outskirts of Tucson, was their younger brother, Dale,
17, who just graduated from high school.  There was
more than an age difference between Dale and his older
brothers.  Dale was not like his brothers: his hair
was light brown; he had different interests from his
brothers; he was more of scholar; and he was gay.

While there was never any extreme animosity shown Dale
by his older brothers, there was also never much
friendliness between them.  And that is why it both
surprised and pleased Dale when his two older brothers
invited him on a road trip with them to do some
dessert hiking at the peak of the summer heat. "It's
when the Sonoran desert is at its hottest, but it's
also when it's at its most exciting."

Dale and his brothers chatted often about the desert
hike in the weeks leading up to his high-school
graduation.  Dale was pleased that his relationship
with his brothers had reached a new, more adult,
plateau.
And it was also the first time Dale had ridden in Ty's
brand new Audi Q7.  The air conditioning felt great as
the three brothers drove protected from the 104-degree
heat.

But what felt especially great to Dale was having been
invited, at last, into his older brothers' circle and
actually spending time with them on a much planned
vacation.  Dale was slightly worried about being able
to withstand the ordeal of a desert hike in the
presence of his brothers, and secretly feared that he
would make them think that he was a wimp in some way;
if it should happen that the heat was too much for
him; or the treks too fatiguing.

But the fears of disappointing his brothers abated
when Ty turned off the main desert highway they had
been on and went down a rough, unpaved, road named,
`Gila Valley Road', and Ty looked at Marty and smiled,
"This is where the trek begins, at our old friend
Castel's oasis and hideaway."

Dale commented on his new fears, "It's kind of
frightening to think what would happen if our car
should suddenly give out in a place like this, with
nothing but saguaro cacti and burning sand for miles
and miles everywhere you look."

Marty spoke, "Have no fear, little brother.  You've
got us to protect you."

As Ty's Audi easily took the rough road, and as the
sun's intensity heightened, gila monsters in their
daytime crevices stirred from their slumber to burrow
themselves more deeply.

After 30 minutes of driving down the same road with
the same scenery, even Marty expressed concern, "Are
you sure this is okay?  This the right place, Ty?"

Ty's usual serious demeanor comforted both of his
younger brothers, "This is what Castel told me to
expect.  The drive should take about ten more
minutes."

Ty was correct.  In the distance were four long,
almost windowless, trailer homes, next to a large,
one-story, warehouse type structure made of corrugated
metal.  One of the four long trailer homes was hitched
to a large Peterbuilt 379 Semi-Tractor.  Ty was
surprised, "Who would make a structure of corrugated
metal in the middle of this desert?"

Dale thought the whole scene was strange, "This isn't
exactly the kind of hiking lodge I was expecting to
see?  Do we stay in those trailers?"

Ty's voice showed some uncertainty and concern, as
well, over the hostile looking oasis, "I'm not real
certain, Dale.  But let's just check it out."

Ty drove his Audi alongside one of the trailers,
turned off his car engine, and opened the door.
Immediately the intense arid heat of the Sonoran
desert hit the three brothers with such a smothering
intensity that they all were stunned.

Marty swore, "Jeezzzusfuckinchirsssss!"

As they got out of their car and stretched, even the
sober Ty cursed, "Fuck man!  This heat is evil!"

Voices were heard, voices with Mexican accents.  Soon
there appeared a friendly looking Hispanic in his
early 50's accompanied by two young adult males.
Their brown faces were wide with inviting smiles as
they waved at the three brothers.

The old man and Ty immediately made eye contact,
approached each other with outstretched hands, and
soon started shaking hands with a vigor that suggested
they had known each other for a lifetime.  As the man
vigorously shook Ty's hand with a beaming smile, he
spoke, "So you ees Ty.  Ty?  Do I say eeet correctly?"

His accent was more moderate than Ty had expected,
"Yes, I am Ty.  And you must be Castel?"

"Ah si, senor.  Eeet ees Cas-tÉl."

Castel looked at Ty's two brothers, pointed at Dale,
and asked, "Theeees eees Dale?"

Ty only nodded his head, 'yes'.

One of the brown faced young men who accompanied
Castel, and who looked like a sophisticated gentleman,
spoke Arizona English without an Hispanic accent, and
he took up the conversation, "Come on everyone.  Let's
get out of this heat. Follow me!"

Everyone did follow him, and the three brothers did so
gladly in the hope of getting quickly out of the
burning sun.  The young brown-skinned sophisticate led
his comrades and the three white boys to the large trailer
house to which the semi tractor was hitched.

He walked up the steps, opened the door to the trailer
home, and motioned the three brothers to enter.  As
soon as the three brothers entered the trailer home,
Castel and his two comrades quickly followed them in
and closed the door behind them.

The men were in an entryway that was separated from
the rest of the trailer by a hanging curtain.  It was
a very comforting air-conditioned cool inside the
trailer.  Castel called to behind the curtain,
"Estamos aquí".

Castel placed a hand on Dale's shoulder to invite him,
and opened the curtain swiftly with his other hand.
Standing on the other side of the curtain were three
Hispanic young men who immediately grabbed Dale and
started removing his clothing.  The two young men who
accompanied Ty, his brothers, and Castel, to the
trailer stood ready to offer their comrades any
assistance.

The reason Dale was almost as silent as a lamb as he
was stripped was because he was shocked at what else
he had seen in the trailer; as were his brothers, who,
although not knowing exactly what to expect, were
somewhat more prepared.

As the Hispanics stripped and hobbled Dale, Dale's
brothers took in the sights of the other naked
captured men in the trailer.  There were nine other
naked young men, all about in their late teens or
early twenties, and they were standing close together
with their arms raised above their heads and securely
tied to steel grid work overhead.  Their legs were
bound with cords around both their upper and lower
legs.  They watched impassively as Dale was similarly
trussed.

As the Hispanics took the bound Dale to where the rest
of the captured men were secured, and started securing
his arms to the overhead grid work, Ty looked at
Castel, anxious.  Castel shook his head and handed Ty
a briefcase, "Your money, Senor.  Please count it."
He placed the briefcase on a table, and Ty opened it.

Ty and Marty's hearts were beating rapidly.  They
didn't really hate their brother.  But the offer was
too good to turn away.  One million two hundred
thousand dollars if they would deliver Dale to Castel.
Their desire to get out of the trailer as quickly as
possible was put on hold as Ty opened the suitcase
and saw the neatly stacked bills.

Dale was quickly strung up by the young Hispanics, and
soon, but too late, his defenses kicked in.  He called
out to his brothers, but they appeared to not hear
him.  They were counting money, lots of it.  Dale
quickly figured out what had happened, and asked, "Ty,
Marty, how could you do this.  Please help me!  Don't
sell me!"

Ty looked at Dale, but it was too painful a sight for
him to take in.  He looked away and quickly closed the
suitcase as Dale called to his brothers again.  Marty
fumbled for words to answer his captive brother but Ty
stopped him, "Come on Marty.  It's best that we get
out of here as fast as possible.  It will be easiest
on all of us!"

Ty nodded at Castel, and quickly exited the cool
trailer followed by Marty.  The heat seemed more
stifling than before, so the brothers gradually picked
up their already fast pace to get back to their car,
just around the other side of the corrugated
warehouse.

When they turned the corner, their car was gone.  The
brothers were eager to get out of there. "What the
fuck?"  "Where is it?"  Marty walked to the padlocked
gates of the warehouse, "Maybe they put it in here for
us, to get it out of the sun."

Marty peered into the warehouse, and he was right
about the car being in the warehouse, "Here it is Ty.
They put it in here for us."

The brothers hurriedly made their way back to the
air-conditioned trailer.  Marty, too overwhelmed by
events to soberly evaluate threats, neglected to tell
Ty that also inside the warehouse were about 10 other
rather fancy cars; cars of the type that cool American
boys liked to drive.

They knocked on the trailer holding the captured boys,
and one of the young Hispanics opened the door and
nodded for them to enter.  When the curtain was
opened, Castel greeted them, "Ahhh Senors, we knew you
would be back!"

In a flash the five young Hispanics pounced on Ty and
Marty and did their work.  Castel took the suitcase,
held it up for Ty to see, and thanked him.  As the
Hispanics flung the naked Ty and Marty over the
fucking table and tied them down, Castel dug through
their clothes.  When he found the keys he held them up
for his comrades to see, and they all smiled and
laughed.

Castel spoke to the ready-to-be fucked brothers, "My
boys like very much blond boys.  They need to geet
their rrrocks before we arrive in Nogales."

The five young Hispanics quickly stripped totally bare
and started stroking their dicks.  As the first two
Hispanics went behind their two blond captives, the
sophisticated Hispanic who spoke Arizona English
without an Hispanic accent spoke to Castel as he
calmly stroked his dick awaiting his turn to plug one
of the brother's assholes. "The Paraguayan dealers
will pay a fortune for these two.  I think the prices
they are willing to pay are outrageous, but every time
I fuck one of these dumb American blondes, I can
understand why they are so highly sought.  They sure
feel good!"

Castel exited the trailer, took the driver's seat of
the semi tractor, and started the tractor-trailer on
its trip to Nogales.

Dale's tears had stopped the moment he saw his two
brothers' step back into the trailer.  As lost and
betrayed as he felt, he nevertheless found his dick
rising rock hard along with all the other standing,
bound, and captive, young white men as they watched Ty
and Marty get sampled by the five young Hispanics.

When the screams of Ty and Marty rose too sharply, two
of the Hispanics waiting their turn to fuck them went
and put their dicks in their mouths to help quiet them
down.

As the powerful semi trailer rumbled into Nogales, Ty,
Marty, and Dale, by now standing bound and hobbled
with their naked bodies touching each other, were
closer than they had ever been before.


The End


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