Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 11:59:11 -0800 (PST) From: survivalgame <survivalgame@yahoo.com> Subject: "Out In The Wild, Wild West" 23 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" 23 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Good luck, Jim and I hope you turn up something on Sebastien and Murphy." "I do too, Marc." Parting company, Jim heads away from his home, towards the center of town, to take the south junction. Marc Taylor follows the route to the bureau. Waiting in a nearby alley, is the same carriage that abducted Braedon and JJ, readying to pick up it's next passenger, Marc Taylor. For James West, it is thought that he is heading to Bart's Tavern. "Not staying for the fun, Bart?" "No, Pedro, but I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun without us?" "No doubt." "Oh, by the way Pedro, I hear there have been bets placed on your play tonight?" "As always. I stand to gain quite a hefty amount of income this evening." "Oh, but I take it you will stretch the evening out some? Make it last?" "I have to give them their money's worth, Bart. You know that?" Bart smiles, as Pedro gives him a wink. "Well, I better be going, Pedro. I'm hanging a sign on the outside of the door, `closed'." Pedro places a wad of bills, rolled up, on the bar. "I'm sure this will cover the nice long evening I will be having, `pleasuring' Mr. West!" A toothy grin follows the remark. "Yes, that looks like a nice amount." "Huh! The amount of money I've paid you over the years, Bart, would be enough to own this place ten times over!" "But look at all the pleasure my dungeon has given you, Pedro." "True." "Well, `my entertainment' for the evening awaits me, Pedro." "Enjoy, because I sure will!" A hearty laughter filled the tavern, as Bart took leave. Pedro had at least two hours before his first arrival, Artemis Gordon, then followed by James West. He went down to the dungeon, to make sure everything would be set and operable. First he checked out every chain that hung from the ceiling, taking an oil can to grease the winches. Next, he looked over the rack, making sure the wheel turned freely and that the leather bindings showed no signs of tatters. Pedro then figured he would not wait to start up the furnace, so began heating it, shoveling in several shovelfuls of coal. Next, he approached a wall and picked out two branding irons that interested him; an `x' and a round circle that had a slash across it. Holding up the `x', he said to himself, `Going to be real nice sealing your nips with this, West!' Then Pedro backtracked, eyeing up all the implements that would precede torturing West's nips, before the hot branding irons. He also reviewed the stock of items available to stretch Jim's balls, segregated six of the largest buttplugs and then lay out on a bondage table a set of floggers, whips and straps. Snapping his fingers, he almost forgot to go in the cupboard drawer and take out the gloves with the embedded metal pieces formed at the knuckles. He grinned, thinking of all the fun he was going to have, punching West in the stomach and balls. % "What do you think Professor Webster wants with us, Sean?" "I don't know Cal." "You said you thought he was gay. Do you think he might want to... you know?" "Have sex with us? I don't know, Cal." "What if he does, Sean?" Shrugging his shoulders, Sean replies, "He isn't that bad looking!" "Sean, how can you think of such a thing. Aren't you even thinking about JJ?" "Look, Cal. I know JJ and I said we liked each other a lot, but it doesn't mean something like you and Brae." "You don't love JJ, Sean?" Stopping their stride, Sean asks, "Is that what you have going with my brother?" "Um... yeah. I thought I made it plain already, Sean? I.. I love Brae and he loves me." "Yeah. I think I already saw that between you two. I just never thought the day would come when it happened." "Hey, we better get going. It's almost five." "Yeah." The two hustled along, picking up the pace. At the stroking of the college bell tower, they knocked on Professor Webster's door. He opened it, proclaiming, "You're late!" "Sorry sir. We came as quickly as..." "You're late, Mr. Murphy!" "Yes. sir." "However, enter." "Thank you, sir." "Mr. McClintock, you may leave." "But..." "Go ahead, Cal. I'll be fine." So, making the about face, Cal takes his leave. "Go back to the hotel and wait for me, Cal." Looking downtrodden, Cal walks towards the front gate, but then decides to double back. He seems to lose his way. "You do realize the seriousness of this matter, Mr. Murphy?" "Yes, sir." "I could report you to the dean?" "Yes, sir." "Or, I could leave this in the hands of your brother and speaking to him, I take it he will be very disappointed in you?" "Um, yes sir." "Or we can handle this right here and now, tonight." Jumping the gun, Sean says, "I'd prefer that sir." "You would?" "Yes, sir. I'm willing to work with you on this, to help... make amends?" Sean smiles, as if conspiring to do some things, of his own free will. Moving over towards Professor Webster, he takes a gamble and reaches out, rubbing the back of his hand against the teacher's crotch. "I see. Ahem! Why don't we start then by having you get out of those clothes?" "Would you mind if I helped you out of your clothes, after me?" Professor Webster smiles. Sean goes about his business, removing the overcoat, then boots. The eighteen year old then proceeds to pull his shirt off over his head, revealing a light patch of blond fur, mid chest, but then the darker blond, tight trail separating his abs. The professor has his eyes glued to Sean's pubes, as he awaits the unveiling of his jewels. "Oooooh," He sighs, when Sean reveals the eight inches of cut meat, over the large globes. "Can't wait to taste them, Professor?" At first, Sean thought he would be bowing at the the professor's feet. Now he saw the will weaken, as he dropped to his knees in front of him. "Want this, Austin?" Sean asks, sexually, holding his semi-soft cock out on his flat hand, like a meal on a platter. "Yes." Sean takes a gamble on slapping the professor's hand, when he reaches out for it, his mouth opening. "Not yet, Austin. First I want to see you naked!" He laughs, seeing the professor begin to strip fast. There's a knock at the door. "Oh no you don't, Austin." "What do you mean? I can't go to the door like this, Sean?" "It's `sir' to you, `boy' and you can either go like that or... no, forget it. I'll go." "You can't..." "You talking to me, boy?" "No, um... sir." Looking through the peep hole, Sean sees whom it is. "Sean, what's going on?" "Quick! Get in here, Cal. You're going to love this!" Without being able to get a word in edgewise, Cal is hauled in by Sean's hand, grabbing a clump of his coat. % "Time for another round, boy!" Morgan informs Braedon. The last hour, JJ had received his third set of ten lashes across his back. Braedon hasn't been as lucky. He had first suffered ten lashes, by Pedro's hand. At the first hour, another twenty-five lashes reined down upon him, from Morgan. Now it was Braedon's turn again to take yet another twenty-five lashes. He already had thirty-five lines across his back and Morgan readied for the thirty-sixth lash. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Came number one, with a smile behind it, packed with the speed of the leap. Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Number two packed a wallop, landing more on an upward curve, staining Braedon's back, with a fresh welt, crimson red. The next eight lashes, Morgan deliberately dealt out, so that it wrapped around Braedon's body, making contact with somewhere on the side of his chest or stomach. One thing Braedon was learning by this whole painstaking experience; he was tougher than he thought he could be! % Seeking the time on the clock, up on the wall of the tavern, Pedro began cursing out West, wondering where the hell he was. He also began damning Artemis Gordon. Bart had locked the tavern, whereas someone could be let in or out, but not gain access by themselves. A knock came at the pub door. "West, finally the asshole shows up!" Pedro curses out the unseen man behind the outside doorway. "Where's West?" He asked Artemis Gordon. "West didn't show up yet?" "No and I've wasted half the night waiting for him and getting damned impatient, Gordon!" "Hmm... then perhaps I should go search for him." "Now wait a minute, there Gordon." Artemis had been worried two minutes ago. Now he was scared shit! "Well, Pedro. Since I haven't paid you, there's really no deal, right?" "Like hell, there isn't!" "Now wait a minute, Pedro. Maybe we can wait a few minutes more for West? I... I'll still give you some of the... Pedro?" Pedro wouldn't hear of Gordon's plan, hauling him towards the wine cellar stairs, an arm forced behind his back. "No reason why I can't get a little fun in while we wait for West, huh Gordon?" Single-handedly, Pedro forced Gordon down the stairway. With the turning of a lever, near one of the containers of grog, the wall slid open. After he flung Artemis inside, the wall closed. Artemis tried a few punches, which didn't phase Pedro in the least. It only caused his shirt to get torn. Pedro didn't care. He was going to strip it anyway, since the furnace had heated the dungeon up substantially. Grabbing Artemis by the back of the head, he forced him over to where two chains hung down. He fastened one of the dangling cuffs to Artemis' left wrist, then forced his other arm up and cuffed the right wrist. Pedro then went to the chain at the side of the wall. He heaved on it, pulling Artemis' arms up over his head and spreading them wide, till he stood nearly on his toes. Squatting down, Pedro took his boot off. Artemis tried fighting him, kicking him in the right pec. Making a fist, Pedro heaved it upwards, connecting with Artemis' balls. "Ugggggggh!" he cried out, as he felt a dull ache in his crotch and the pain shoot up through his body. "That'll teach you, but oooh, I've only begun to give you pain, Gordon!" He peeled off Gordon's socks. Unbuckling the belt, Pedro decided he liked the design, so pulled it from his pants before tearing the front open and removing them. It took little effort to rip the briefs off. "Oh, did that little punch to your balls hurt?" Pedro joked, holding Artemis' balls tightly in his hand and laughing. Squatting down, he hoped he made his point with Gordon, as he fitted his ankles with leather cuffs. Reaching to one side, he attached a chain to the right cuff. From the opposite side, he fastened a chain to his left ankle cuff. Turning a winch, reeled in one chain, dragging Artemis' leg outwards. It caused immense stress on his arms, pulling them tautly. After he had stretched the other leg outwards, Artemis hung by his arms, with little weight on the sides of his feet. Standing in front of the thirty-two year old `bear', he grabbed the collar of his shirt and tore it down the middle. "That's good enough for now," Pedro said, looking at Artemis' paunchy stomach. Touching it, feeling the rather flabby mass, he said, "Hmm... I think this could be a lot of fun!" >From the beltline of his leather pants, Pedro pulled the pair of black leather gloves, with the rivets built in to the knuckles. "What are you going to do?" "Start having some fun of course, while we wait for James West!" "Noooooo... I... I'll double my fee, Pedro... Please.. I beg of you." "Oh, you'll be begging alright, Gordon." Pedro made sure that Gordon eyed up the silver dots on the pair of gloves, as he stretched them over his fists. Then Gordon looked down, as Pedro took his time, touching certain areas of the bear's stomach, finding the right place to make his first gut punch. Then he held his right fist up to Gordon's belly, just above his navel, so that the metal could be felt on his stomach, touching his skin, through the hair. As a last gesture of fright, he held his arm parallel to the floor and pulled his elbow way back. With all the energy he could muster up, Pedro sunk his fist into Artemis' gut. "Ugggggggggghhhhh!" Artemis belched out, as Pedro's fist struck, sinking into the belly, stretching Artemis' body backwards, pulling at all four limbs. It caused Artemis to breath erratically, his chest like deep bellows, drawing in air rapidly and exhaling just as fast. "Oh man that felt great! What a hot punch that was. I can't ell you how good that felt, Artemis." So good was the high, that Pedro had to unsnap the removable part of his leather pants, to allow his cock freedom for growth. Pedro kept up the praise of himself, for delivering such an enjoyable impact, as he lined up his other fist, for the next gut punch. Gordon looked half wasted, but it didn't stop Pedro from lining up his other fist, again aiming above Artemis' deep bellyhole. Drawing the fist back, he plunged it fast and hard. "Hell yeah!" Pedro yelled out, taking pleasure in remolding Gordon's stomach. "Oh man did that feel so fuckin' good!" He decided to rest a minute, picking up a bottle of beer and chugging it. Standing there, leaning against a bondage table, he sipped the bottle, eyeing up those nice pink nips below the chest fur. "Yeah, bet you got some hot ones there, just aching to get stretched!" He first unhooked Gordon's ankle cuffs, then lowered his body. The two punches to his gut, had subdued his captive enough to fend off anything resembling a struggle. He could half steady Gordon, on his feet, enough to get him over to the bondage table and lay him out on his back. No fight remained, so that Pedro could easily strip the remnants of Gordon's shirt off and fasten the wrist cuffs to the upper corners of the bondage table. Pulling on Gordon's legs, he stretched each ankle cuff out to the corner and anchored each. Turning a winch, together the couple of excess inches of chain, securing Gordon's body down securely. Standing to the side of Gordon's chest, he located the two nubs and massaged them. "Ooooooooooh," Artemis groaned, at feeling his nips mashed. "Oh yeah. You're gonna love this, Gordon." To the side, he had placed several varieties or clamps. He picked up a pair, attached to a chain. Square in shape, he loosened the screw in one, which caused a flat piece to separate from the bottom of the `U'. Moving over in front of his victim, he decided Gordon had too much hair around his nips. Setting the pair of clamps down, right in the middle of Gordon's chest, he grabbed a small clump of chest hair, that surrounded the right nip. With a heave, he ripped the hair right out of Gordon's chest. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkghhnnnnnnn!" Artemis screamed out. Pedro proceeded to carry out the same action eight more times, till a band of reddened skin surrounded Gordon's right nip. "That's much, much better!" Laying the open clamp on top of Artemis' nip, Pedro pulled the nub through, till a good portion of the nip meat formed through the loop. Then he proceeded to turn the screw. Slowly, the plate began to trap Gordon's nipmeat, squeezing it, pressing it down tightly. "Yeah... oh fuck yeah!" Pedro yelled out, at the expense of Artemis' extreme pain. He stopped when the outside of the clamp nearly disappeared, as the dark, beet-red nip blurred out the edges of the clamp. At this point, Artemis gritted his teeth, every once in awhile screaming from the intense pain. Smiling, Pedro went to work, clearing the excess hair from around Artemis' left nip. % "I never dreamed that things would turn out like this Sean." "Me neither, but doesn't it feel great, Cal?" "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" "It's okay that he sucks your cock, but I liked the way Brae sucked me better." "Oh, you're spoiled. Me, I could get used to Austin's tongue on my cock. Wouldn't you like that Austin?" "Yes, sir." The seventeen and eighteen year olds lay in the professor's bed, stripped to the buff. The thirty-two year professor, in the buff, sucked and licked Sean's hard shaft. "I'm getting kind of bored. I think Brae should be getting back to the hotel soon, don't you think?" "What time is it?" "Nearly eight." "Eight? Oh shit! We've gotta go, Cal!" Sean jumps up from the bed, followed by Cal, grabbing their clothes. "Felt real good, Austin, um, I've got a break in my schedule tomorrow at two. How about you?" "I only have a morning class tomorrow." "Good. I'll be here around two and you can suck me till I get tired of you." "Yes, sir." Leaving Professor Webster, the two hightailed it out of there. Reaching the front gate they look around for a carriage. "Damn, I never tried to get one this late." It's then they hear, "Pssssst! Pssssst!" Looking around, Sean asks, "Where did that come from?" "Over hear," they hear a louder whisper. "Where?" Cal asks, looking all around. "It's coming from the bush, Sean." The boys cautiously walk over to the bush, which seems to fall outside the flicker of the street lamp. "Sean Murphy?" "That's me. What do you want?" "James West, Secret Service." "Wha..what do you want?" "I need you to follow me." "Wait! Has something happened to Braedon?" "We haven't a moment to waste. Just follow me." The two walk behind the bush. Instead of exiting the other side, they follow West, as he steps downwards. "What the hell?" Sean exclaims. % "I suppose you need a rest, boy!" Morgan calls out. Sagging in his wrist cuffs, Braedon's chin touches his chest. His whole body is wet with perspiration, his chest heaving for air. "Don't worry. I'm not done with you. Oh no, I'll be back to finish your twenty-five lashes. Wouldn't want to gyp ya none!" Leaving the rear of Braedon's body, Morgan looks upon the nice job he's done so far. After two hundred and eighteen lashes, his back is a mass of welts, redness and some welts that have split open. JJ has received far less, but he still labors, his lungs wanting to draw in air. Morgan yawns, picking up his shirt. "I'm going to go fetch myself a nice hot bath and get some sleep, Pete. I'm exhausted. Wait another ten minutes, then finish his twenty-five off with seven more lashes. On the hour, give the other one ten lashes and then you know the pattern after that." "Yes sir. I've been following the action right along." Morgan watches, as Pete strips his shirt, eyeing up the bulging crotch. "So I notice." Almost out the door, he turns and yells, "By the way, Pete?" Casting out the leather strap, readying to fling it across Braedon's back, he stops and collects it, replying, "Yeah, Morgan?" "Put your all into it. No holding back. That's the boss' orders." "Oh don't you worry. I've got plenty of pent up energy to burn!" As Morgan leaves, he grins at hearing the sweet sound of the crack of the strap across Braedon's back, followed by Braedon's sweet singing. % Meanwhile, Pedro is having a good time of his own, turning the winch that is attached to the chain, that hooks onto two nip clamps, squeezed closed around Artemis Gordon's nips. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" He screams out, in constant pain, his red nipmeat straining upwards, extending a full three inches above his chest. "Now, time for some cock and ball play? Like I'm giving you a choice, Artemis?" First, Pedro takes hold of Artemis' cock and begins to stroke it. Artemis is confused as the pleasure begins to override the pain, mixing as one. "Yeah, I knew you would see it my way, Artemis!" Then, taking a piece of thin rope, he forms a lasso. Now that he has Gordon's cock nice and stiff, he feeds the cock head through the loop. Looking at Gordon's already contorted face, his lips form an evil grin. He cinches the cord, pulling it tightly. Artemis screams, arching his back, which only causes more tension on his tortured pecs. Tying a loop in the other end, Pedro fastens it to an overhead hook, leading to another suspended chain. The hard shaft falls over, until Pedro turns the winch. "Oh yeah, Gordon. Got an idea that it might be fun to turn you into a pain pig. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do." Soon the tension builds, Gordon's cock begins stretching towards the ceiling, as he belts out the painful response. Before long, Pedro halts the action, as he goes for Artemis' balls. "However, before I have some fun with your balls..." Glancing at Artemis' cock, he places his hand on the winch keeping his nips tautly stretched. With one finger on the trigger that will release that pent up tension, he stares at Gordon's stretched cock. He releases it. All at once, Gordon's nips flop down to his chest, which causes him utter agony. Thrashing about his body causing his cock to pull against it's sole restraint, reaping more pain and agony onto himself. "Haa ha ha ha ha haaa ha," Pedro laughs, as Artemis' continued reaction, keeping him humored. To further fuel the fire of humor vs. pain, he goes to work on Artemis' balls. Similar to his cock, he ties a thin roped around the two sacs. Unlike his cock, though, he stretches the cord straight towards his feet. Picking up the chain that lies on the bondage table, he attaches it to the hook on the end of the `balls cable'. The turning winch begins to stretch Gordon's balls. With more thrashing about, from the ache, then intense pain, the flange under his cockhead turns redder and redder. His cock is experiencing immense amounts of torturous pain, with the stretching and gnawing of the cord. Even in his restraints, Artemis tries pushing his ass down, to relieve the pressure of the tearing of his balls. "That's good enough. Now, what did I do with that flogger? Oh, first things first." Again, standing at the chest end of the table, he begins to release the nip clamps. Each little turn of the screw causes Artemis unbearable pain. Pedro smiles, as he pulls on the clamp, loosening the screw and looking at the nipmeat slowly pull out of it's clamped prison. Soon one nip is completely freed from the clamp. He starts on the second one. % Continued.... Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.