Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2005 04:23:51 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Out In The Wild, Wild West 16

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 a
sexual scene 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 story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in
real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got
condom?

"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 16
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I hate to break up this tender moment, but..."

Felt and heard by all, an extraordinarily loud boom
sounded.
Jumping up from the ground, Stormy and Jake fixed
themselves, as they watched the long, billowy cloud of
black smoke rise above the settlement.

"What in the hell is happening, Pop?"

"I'm not sure, but I think we should close in and see
if anyone needs help."

"I--I hope if my father is there, he's alright,"
Jake called out.

"If he's there," Stormy replied, "we'll find him!"

Being a half mile away, the three hustled along
towards the settlement. The first humans they came
across had been some of the Indian braves, mixed with
guards. At this point of upheaval, neither showed
authority over the other. The aim seemed to focus on
getting far away from the explosive situation.

"Look!" Stormy pointed towards the sky.

"I'm going to see if I can find Mr. West," Steve
Connors told the boys.

Rising, along with a cloud of smoke, a hot air balloon
glided through the sky. However, their attention
became short-lived, as Jake gasped, pulling on
Stormy's shirt sleeve.

"It's... it's my father!"

A few feet inside the gates of the compound, a square
frame was erected. From the four corners, a man's
limbs had been attached. His head hung down to his
chest. His chest and stomach showed signs of a
whipping.

Whatever the case, Steve Connors had become separated,
so the two boys fended for themselves. With nothing to
climb up on, Stormy offered his shoulders. Another
explosive toppled their balancing act.

"What'r we gonna do, Stormy!"

"Don't worry, Jake. We're not leaving without him!
Quick! Give me the shirt!"

Taking off the piss-stained shirt, Stormy grabbed it
from Jake. He tossed it up a few times, before getting
the sleeve caught on the top of the pole.

"Let's hope this doesn't tear."

However, just as he reached one of the wrist
restraints, the shirt gave way. Stormy tumbled down,
Jake catching him.

"Now what do we do?"

In broken Spanish, they heard, "Need help?"

Out from one of the buildings, came Rico. In his
stead, Steve Connors helped Robert Birch in carrying
James West. The formula had begun to revive Jim, but
he was not at walking capacity.

"Sure could," Stormy replied, as Jake half held him,
arms outstretched, in the same position as catching
him.

Faster than anyone could deem possible, Rico shimmied
up one of the posts, wielded a hunting knife and began
cutting through the ropes that secured the
eagle-spread man.

Setting James West up against a pole, Robert and Steve
helped catch the figure, as he slung from his
bindings.

"Now let's get the hell outta here," Steve yelled out.

"We've got James West," Stormy and Jake reported.

"Heeeey! Wait up!"

A young guy none of them seemed to know came running
out of the ruins, which still had it's outbursts of
explosive action.
However, an informer did have the key to his identity.

"What's wrong, Brian?"

The youth looked at Rico.

"No time to explain. Is it your father?"

"He needs help. A wooden beam fell on him, as he tried
to help me escape," Brian reported to them.

Steve took the helm, stating, "The rest of you clear
out. Robert, come with me!"

Rico left with Stormy, Jake, Jake's father and James
West.

On there way into one of the buildings, left in tact,
they came across two on their way out.

Robert Birch said, "Caligula? But you're?"

"I know. I should be dead. Dr. Nelson feed me serum."

"Right now Dr. Nelson could be dead!"

Caligula followed the search party, led by Brian
Nelson. Along with them had been one of the dungeon
hostages, almost forgotten, the Indian brave, Hastiin.
Before they could turn about, heading towards where
Brian left his dad, a massive explosion shook them all
to the ground.

"Nooooooooooo!" Brian called out, as heat radiated
from the cavern where his father came to find and
release him.

The last group walked out of the outlaw community,
leaving behind the settlement engulfed in flames.

"Pop?" Stormy hugged his dad, at first sight.

Approaching the small gathering, which included James
West, they all greeted each other. Rico looked up.

"Calickcula! You made it out, amigo!"

He rushed over to help Hastiin walk the big brown man
to the setting of rocks.

"Owwwwch! I think it's broken," Caligula exclaimed,
the pain afflicting his left ankle.

Setting Caligula down, Hastiin began walking away.

"Oh, you leaving me?"

The thirty-four year old Indian brave, still donning
the metal neck, wrist and ankle bands, turned. He
stared for a moment at Caligula. Then, after hearing
the distant calling from the other braves, he left
Caligula's sight.

Rico asks, "Did you like him?"

"Yes, but did not treat him right. I should have
listened to Robert Birch."

Robert turned and stated, "Like I told you Caligula?"

The others hadn't a clue to what transpired,

"Mr. West, how are... I mean...."

"They're just fine, Rico," James replied, seeing the
Hispanic look down at his crotch.

"They don't look at all sore."

"The serum?"

"Oh yes. Listen, Mr. West," Rico began.

"My friends call me Jim."

"Well, Jim, look. I'm sorry I had to whip your cock
and balls, I..."

Jake broke in, "You whipped Jim's cock and balls?"

"It's not like I had a choice in the matter!"

Caligula set them straight, reporting, "Dr. Loveless
made Rico do it or else, he would have suffered the
same fate."

"Yikes!" Stormy shouted out. "Can't imagine something
like that happening with my cock and balls, can you
Pop?"

Stormy's father sat there, with a wry grin on his
face.

"Pop?"

"Oh yeah... Um, no," he scratched his head, "Sounds like
a fate worse than death. I mean, we're talking about
some sensitive abuse here!"

For most, Steve Connors' delusion sufficed for an
explanation. Caligula looked at the bare-chested man
with opportunity. His loins stirred at the thought of
having the man bound and working over his cock and
balls!

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As morning light broke, Braedon stretched out his
right arm. Nestled in the pit of his other, slept J.J.
Looking out the window, from above sidewalk level, he
spied a drifting cloud.

"What's on your mind, Brae?"

Turning back to the voice in their bed, softly petting
J.J.'s head of blonde, rustled hair, he replies, "How
perfect the world seems this morning."

Heaving himself over, he pins Braedon to the bed and
starts some kissing action. It stops abruptly.

"Owwch!" J.J. shouts, looking down between them.
"You've done enough damage with my nips, Brae!"

Giggling, he replies, looking at the red nubs, "Yeah.
Made nice handles to hold on to, while fucking your
ass!"

"Watch out. Tonight's my turn to stuff your chute!"

"Thinking of taking my cherry, are you?"

"Oh, I stopped thinking about it a while ago, Brae!"

Without thinking twice about having his ass penetrated
for the first time, Braedon asks, "Have I told you
lately that I think you're beautiful?"

"Yeah, first thing last night, before you took to
harassing my pecs and then about thirty times after
that!"

"Here's thirty-one... I think you're beautiful!"

Doing a slight pushup, J.J. looked at Braedon, then
began licking his face stubble, something he found
highly erotic last night. His tongue coated the sides
of his chin, working it's way around, stopping for a
kiss.

"Think maybe I'll grown a beard."

"Oh yeah. Would be hot, Brae."

Not wanting to wait that long, J.J. descended to
Braedon's hairy pecs. Lapping away at the deep blond
chest fir, he wet down the midchest region. Next, he
traveled westward, reaching Braedon's rigid mountain
peak.

"Ooooooooh yeah!" Braedon cried out in pleasure.

Showing his appreciation for the tongue swirling
around his nip, he softly petted J.J.'s blonde mane.

"Guess what I'll be working tonight, as I'm fucking
your cherry ass?"

"Don't stop... Don't stop..." Braedon replied, in soft
tones.

Smiling and in a devious mood, J.J. leaned his head
back down.

"Oooooooh!" Braeden gasped, as the whole swath of
J.J.'s tongue passed over his nip and the hair
surrounding it. "Oooooh...oooooooohfuck!" Braedon cried
out loud, lifting both himself and J.J., arching his
back.

Laughing, J.J. broke off the nip action, to say, "Like
a little nip torture do we?"

"Oh, don't fuckin' stop!"

Braedon didn't condone the fact that he liked his nips
worked a bit on the rough side. He continued to arch
his back, each time J.J. bit down on his nipmeat or
took it to the extreme, grasped the eraser head, like
pliers and pulling away from Braedon's pectoral. As
more than one way of discovering Braedon's hidden
pleasure spots, he felt a stabbing in his own pubes!

"Got news for you, Brae."

"What's that?"

"Can't wait till tonight to take that cherry!"

"Whatever....." Braedon replied, again spoken softly.

What Braedon hadn't realized is that the response
would be immediate. He didn't care though. With only
one of his nips worked, he felt so awesome. He didn't
want their time in bed to end anytime soon. To prolong
the action, he took it upon himself to bowl J.J. over.


"What tha?" J.J. replied, before realizing that he was
about to receive an oral workover.

"Might not be able to wait myself."

"Oh yeah? We're not getting out of bed till I take
your cherry ass, so don't forget it!"

True to his word, after Braedon orally worked J.J.,
including tongue fucking his first ass, lubing it up
and unloading his balls, J.J. turned on him, taking
his cherry.

%

Before too long, a band of travelers, crossing the
country, happened upon the remnants of the desert
compound. Some of it still smoldered, which grabbed
their attention.

As one of them helped Caligula to stand, an arm
grabbed him around the waist. Recognized, was the iron
band that clung to his wrist.

"Hastiin? You came back?"

For the first time, Caligula's eyes saw what the face
looked like, with a smile attached!

%

Continued...

Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee
This story may not be sold or made part of any
collection without prior written permission.



The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
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