Date: Mon, 31 May 2010 20:32:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.O. <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Luke Steele - Bounty Hunter (Gay, Historical)

		       Luke Steele -- Bounty Hunter

By D.O.
celliophonic@yahoo.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/

05/29/2010

Kansas, 1889.

                The man rode into Wichita on his chestnut brown Peruvian
Paso, dusty from the trail. People stared at him, but not for too
long. Wherever Luke Steele went, he attracted attention. It wasn't the fact
that he hadn't shaved in almost a week or was generally a tad
scruffy-looking. It wasn't just because he was a known gunfighter, nor the
fact that he was a notorious bounty hunter who had earned a reputation as
always getting his man. It wasn't even the fact that he was much larger
than the average man, standing about six feet three inches and weighing in
at a chiseled two hundred thirty five pounds of sinewy muscle, shaped from
years of working on the railroad and herding cattle and other forms of hard
, honest labor. No, the reason Luke Steele garnered so much attention above
all else, was because he was a black man. And black men just didn't do the
things Luke Steele did.

                Born in '45, raised as a slave on a cotton plantation, he
had been taught to read and write by his owner's kindly wife, so he was
better educated than most blacks. He had then spent all four years of the
War fighting for the Union. Those years had turned him into the hardened
man he was today, hard enough to kill if need be, but Luke always looked
for another way, when possible. He didn't enjoy killing, but he sure as
hell would do it if it was a matter of life and death for him or someone he
cared for or was riding with at the time. He figured in the War alone, he
had probably killed upwards of two hundred men just in the big
battles. Later Colonel Hargood would put Luke's skills to a better use and
molded the young man into a precision killing instrument, through his
involvement in an elite, clandestine hit and run unit. After the War, he
had fallen in with a rough and tumble cowpoke outfit and worked for a while
 herding cattle and horses, before answering the call to help build tracks
for the railroads that were expanding daily. All this physical activity had
turned his body brawny and muscular and he was not unfamiliar with the
stares of womenfolk as he walked past them, especially white women. He
would hear their sharp intakes of breath and he knew they were imaging in
their minds' all the things he could do to them, if only they would have
the courage to give themselves to him and allow their bodies and souls to
be ravished by the handsome black man. And he had indeed, had many
women. But usually only when his favorite choice of bedmate wasn't to be
found.

                Luke led his sauntering Paso up to the hitching post
outside the saloon. It was now mid-evening, almost eight o'clock. He was
tired, hungry and thirsty and he hoped he wouldn't run into any of the
issues that had plagued him back in Detroit. There city ordinances had
forbade blacks from going into just any bar or restaurant or hotel they
liked. He was forced to deal with their ignorance; despite that he had
fought for them in the War and so many of his black brothers had
died. Nobody gave a shit about that though.  He tied his horse to the post
and handed some coins to the stable boy who ran out from behind the
building. The kid had accepted his money and had even called him sir, an
encouraging sign. Cute too, Luke had noticed as he exchanged a smile with
the boy. He was clearly quite young, but perhaps not too young for......?
Luke let his mind drift a little and he felt his cock shift in his britches
as he remembered
 just how long it had been since he had fucked something, anything.

                After pulling his Winchester from the saddle holster, he
decided to take a slow look around. He knew people were looking at him, he
could feel them even if he couldn't have seen them. He cut quite an
imposing figure, with his black duster hanging about him, the right side
pushed back so as to leave quick access to his Colt six-shooter. Black
leather gloves adorned his hands, he wore his dark gray cowboy hat low
above his eyes and across his back was strapped a quick-draw holster for
his cut-down double-barrel Ithaca shotgun. A Bowie knife was strapped to
his left leg. Blue jeans, black leather chaps and steel-toed boots
completed the ensemble.

 He slowly let his eyes rove around the dusty town street. People were out
and about, business men and cowpokes and prim ladies. Children playing, a
dog here and there. Maybe one in five hundred men might, might fuck with
him. And they were professional killers, duelists, that type. He didn't see
anyone who fit that description. And he knew them all too well. Men like
Luke Steele......they knew each other, if not personally then simply by
feel. It takes one to know one, the saying goes and these men all
recognized instantly someone who was a kindred spirit. He figured he'd run
into one at some point, but right now at least, there were none around.

                With a final look around he stepped into the saloon. He was
instantly hit square in the face with a blast of smoke, the scent of booze
and cheap perfume. Just like every fuckin' saloon in this and every other
state, they were all the same, watering holes that attracted similar kinds
of folk. He stepped up to the bar and surveyed the barkeeper. He was a
balding, greasy older man with a stocky, slightly portly build. "Give me a
shot of tequila, barkeep." Luke was gruff and had a deep voice, but tried
his best to sound at least somewhat friendly. "Howdy, stranger. Sorry, but
I got none right now. S'pposed to get a shipment of cerveza and tequila any
day now, but you're gonna haff ta settle fer bourbon, brandy, vodka or
beer. I know it ain't the best selection, but it's all I got..."  Luke
settled his hard stare on the man and watched as the barkeep gulped a
little, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
 "S'all right, old-timer. I'll grab a shot of your best whiskey. You know
what? Make it two."  The bartender turned behind him to grab a bottle of
the stuff. "Where you from there, mister? We don't see too many of...yer
kind round here..." Luke fixed him with a stern stare. "Bounty hunters? Or
colored folk? No offense old-timer, but I'll just take the drinks. You can
keep your polite conversation."

                The man's hand shook a bit as he slid the two shot glasses
to Luke and watched as the hulking black man downed both shots in about
four seconds. "Th...that'll be two dollars, pardner...sir..." Luke bit back
a smile as he slid three dollars to the man. "Keep the change,
old-timer. Thanks for the shots." He turned and looked around the room,
even as he lit up a cigarette. The saloon seemed moderately busy; perhaps
it was busier on weekends...? In the far east corner a man played
half-heartedly on a piano. There were a few poker games going on, and some
professional ladies hanging out, usually closest to whomever was winning at
the moment. He ambled up to one of the whores and exchanged a sly look. She
smiled at him and slid his way with a decidedly sexy demeanor. "What brings
you to town, Mr. Cowpoke?" She asked the question in a slow southern
drawl. "You lookin' to do some...pokin', sweetie?"

                "I am indeed ma'am. However, I'm looking for something a
bit.... different than what you offer, no offense..." He spoke in low
undertones, not wishing to attract attention. The woman looked at him with
a quizzical stare, caught his gaze and suddenly understanding of his
preference dawned on her face. "Shame, darlin'. We don't get too many
big......strapping black men like yourself, round here. Now I gotta find
out that ya'll are into boys...?" She threw a teasing smile at him, just
flirty enough for him to know that should he change his mind, he'd know
where he could go. He smiled back, a gruff laugh escaping his lips. "So,
you know where a man like me can find such......entertainment, sweetheart?"
The whore smiled back at him. "Well darlin', if ya'll don't mind getting
some ass of the slant-eyed variety, Madam Huang, up the street, has some
real purtty boys and I hear tell they got almost as
 good of mouths on them as us girls here...almost." She shot him a devious
wink and giggled as she ran her tiny hand over the lump in Luke's
crotch. She looked up at him and her eyes widened as she felt just how
large he was. "Damn, baby. I bet this piece can do some real damage. Ya'll
sure ya don't want to settle up all snug-like inside my little coochie...?"
He playfully brushed her hand away. "Thanks for the offer, darlin'. But
when you're in the mood for that certain something, I guess you just gotta
have it... Know what I mean?" She nodded and as she turned to walk away she
let her hand brush his bulge once more and then she was gone.

                Luke smiled to himself, at the thought of just how many
women he could have, if that was all he wanted. He took a few more deep
drags on his smoke and then threw it down and crushed it underfoot. He
grabbed his repeater that he had leaned against the bar and stepped back
out into the night air. He looked around and up the street a ways, he could
just make out a gaudily decorated building, made to look like the style of
the Orient. He had a hunch that might be Madam Huang's place and so he
started to make his way there. It looked to be about five hundred yards or
so away. He thought briefly about grabbing his horse, but then thought
better of it. Let the tired beast rest and eat. He was in good hands.

                He was just getting along in his walk when he heard a voice
that made him stop cold. "Steele!" Turning towards the direction of the
voice he held his hand above his eyes, trying to make out the figure
emerging from the general store, in the dim evening light. The man stopped
and they both tensed a little. Luke still couldn't make out the face, but
the voice he knew all too well. "Bart Crowe. You son of a bitch." The man
stepped out into the street and continued walking towards Luke. It was Bart
Crowe all right. Every miserable inch of him. The man was a cheat, a liar,
a rapist, a scalper, a back-stabber and a murderer. And he looked the part
too. He was white, thirty nine years old and stood about six foot one and
weighed around two hundred twenty pounds. He had long and greasy black hair
and his pock-marked face was scarred and burned. He truly presented an ugly
visage. He was also one of those true killers that
 Luke knew too well, a dangerous man. "Now that sure ain't no damn way ta
talk `bout my mamma! She was a fine woman!" Luke laughed in spite of the
situation; it was not a laugh of mirth. "The only thing your mamma could
have done to redeem herself for giving birth to such a scumbag is if she
had smothered you when she had a chance, Bart."

                The man spat on the ground as he approached Luke. "Fuck
you, Steele! You think yer so high and mighty, but yer jist a nigger! A no
good nigger! Ain't ya got some cotton ta pick boy?" Luke could feel the
rage welling up inside him but he refused to take the bait from a cowardly
piece of shit like Bart Crowe. "Just cause you can't find someone to shoot
in the back, doesn't mean you gotta go ruining my night, Bart. I'm not here
to fight. Just looking for some grub and a pillow. Don't make this into
something it isn't." He kept his eyes locked on the other man, his right
hand hanging freely by his side, relaxed but ready to grab iron at the
first sign of trouble. Both men had been in similar circumstances on
numerous occasions and as such, neither was jumpy. Both were perfectly
ice-cold and deliberate in their movements, each realizing that the end
could be near for either of them.

                "Bart, there's no need to do this now. Let's just go our
separate ways, and let bygones be bygones. I'll even buy you a
drink. Whatever you want, on me. What'd ya say, Bart?" The younger man
sniveled at him, and spat on the ground again. "You thinkin' I need yer
charity? Charity from a nigger? No sir, don't need whachyoo offerin'......"
Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a man came upon them. "Sheriff Coltrane,
gentlemen. Is there a problem here?" They both broke their concentration
and looked at the newcomer. He was older than both of them, at least he
appeared to be. He was about six feet tall and well-built and wore a
custom-tailored suit, with a big shiny badge pinned above the left
breast. Bart seemed a bit flustered and struggled for what words to speak,
ending up mumbling some profanities. Luke spoke right up. "No sir,
Sheriff. I was just so surprised to run into my old friend, Mr. Crowe here,
 it's been quite some time since we've seen each other and we were
just......reminiscing." It was clear from the look on his face and a quiet
snort of derision that Sheriff Coltrane did not believe any of the bullshit
Luke was shoveling, but since no law had been broken yet, his hands were
somewhat tied, at least figuratively. "Well, gents, I'd appreciate it if in
the future, you feel the need to do any more of this "reminiscing", you
maybe think about doing it somewhere other than the middle of my town. Do I
make myself plain to you?" He was polite in his tone and wording but left
no doubt that he meant business.  "No problem, Sheriff. Mr. Crowe and I
were just about to say goodbye...weren't we Bart?" Luke spoke quietly, but
with an authority that told Crowe he would have no problem ending him if it
came to it.

                "Well, then thank you gents. Enjoy your time here in
Wichita." With that, Sheriff Coltrane turned and walked away. It did not
escape Luke's notice that three other men standing a few yards away and
apart from each other, silently shouldered rifles and followed after the
lawman. Presumably they were his deputies, Luke expected. The two
gunfighters exchanged looks and each looked to take their leave. "Dontchoo
think this is over, Steele. Someday...you'll git yers. Be seeing ya......"
With that, Bart Crowe backed up keeping his eyes on Luke all the while and
when he had reached a suitable distance he turned and left. "Yeah, I'll be
seeing you, Bart. I'm sure sooner than I like." Luke muttered the last
sentence under his breath, not meaning for the other man to hear. "Shit,
just what I didn't need, unwanted attention."

                With that, he once again resumed his walk to Madam
Huang's. Looking around, he saw all manner of businesses on both sides of
the street. Many were closed now, but a lot were still open and these all
proved to be bars and saloons and restaurants. He continued on towards his
destination, eventually reaching it after a couple of minutes
walking. Madam Huang's was not the largest building on the block, but it
was certainly the most garish one. It looked like every cliché of known
Chinese architecture. There was absolutely no mistaking it for being of
Asian design. He stepped up to the door, just as a light drizzle started to
fall. It was now after nine o'clock and darkness was covering the town. He
grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. He was hit with the distinct
smell of incense as he stepped into the small lobby of the business. A
stunningly beautiful Asian woman, dressed as a Geisha, immediately greeted
him and
 offered to take his coat. He shrugged her off with a grunt. "Where is
Madam Huang?" Luke intoned to the girl, wanting to get right to
business. The girl scurried off and moments later a very
distinguished-looking Oriental woman appeared. She looked to be in her
fifties, perhaps older, but it was clear she had once been very
striking. She smiled at Luke as she came through the doorway and
immediately bade him to step up to the tiny counter. "How may I be of
service to you, sir?" She had some trace of the traditional `Asian' accent,
but spoke very fluent English. "I'm looking for a bed for the night, a
bath, some food......and some company."

                Madam Huang smiled again. She knew this type of man, could
tell he was all business. "Yes sir, very good. I get you room and
girl. Many pretty girls here." She started to motion for other girls to
start the preparations and Luke stopped her with a slight hand
motion. "Please, Madam Huang, could you have a bath drawn for me first. I'd
like to eat while I rest in the tub, just some bread and meat, if you have
it. Cold meat is fine. And..." he paused, and spoke under his breath. "I'm
not looking for a girl. But I've heard you do provide what I'm looking
for......?" She looked up at him and recognized instantly what Luke was
asking for. Not so surprising. Many men preferred the company of other
males and they all desired discretion. "Oohh yes sir. Have pretty boys as
well. I will send you a young one, yes?" He touched her arm lightly to get
her attention, as she was already turning away from him.
 "Actually, if you don't mind, I'm looking for a particular type of boy. I
have no patience to deal with inexperience at this moment. I tend to be
very rough with my...companions and I want one who's been with men like me
before, can handle the way I do things and...and it'd be nice if he wanted
it hard and rough..."  Madam Huang nodded and returned a sly grin and had
one of the girls usher him to a room upstairs.

                Minutes later Luke was sinking into a steaming hot bath and
it felt great on his skin and muscles. He let out a long sigh and closed
his eyes as the heated water covered him and he smelled the scented lather
from the soap. His clothes were in a pile on the floor, but his peacemaker
he had kept un-holstered and lying on the table next to him, where could
grab it at a moment's note. A minute or two later he heard the door open
and he peered through the slits of his eyelids at the person who had
entered. An amazingly beautiful Oriental lad with large, just slightly
slanted eyes and dressed in an almost translucent robe, was carrying a
silver tray and came up to the side of the basin Luke was resting in. The
robe was maddeningly not quite transparent, affording just a glimpse of the
boy's charms, but it was extremely short, hanging just below his
buttocks. The bounty hunter opened his eyes all the way and saw the large
 chunk of bread, a pile of sliced meat and a steaming mug of coffee. His
stomach grumbled as he sat up a bit and made a grab for the food as soon as
the boy had sat the tray down on the table next to the tub. "Good eve,
sir. I am Zhang Chen. Mistress has sent me to be with you tonight. I hope
you find my company acceptable." The boy kept his eyes bowed, as was
customary of servants in their culture. Luke was wolfing down mouthfuls of
the bread and meat but still managed to choke out a question at the
kid. "Chen, huh? Where you from boy? Don't sound overly Chinese to me..."
The boy smiled at him and Luke felt his dick throb as the lad's glowing
beauty fell upon him. Jesus, the kid was gorgeous. And from what he could
tell, had an equally marvelous body as well. "You have a good ear, sir. I
was born and raised in San Francisco. But Mistress likes me to pretend to
be truly Chinese, says most of the clients prefer it that way. So I usually
 practice a fake accent." Luke chuckled at that. It was kind of false
advertising, but it made good business sense, if that's what
the......clients wanted.

                "So, you ever had a man like me before, Chen?" The boy
looked at him quizzically. "Well, only been with about two or three
coloreds before. We don't see tons of your...type around these parts. At
least not ones who can afford to come here." Luke laughed again. "No I
mean... What I mean is I asked Madam Huang very specifically for a partner
who could take a good, hard fuck. I show no mercy during a fuck. I'm big,
I'm aggressive and that's the way I like to fuck other men. Or in your
case, a boy. How old are you Chen? Cause you look about fifteen." The boy
gulped a little and chewed on his lower lip, clearly thinking about the
best way to respond. "I...I'm nineteen. I know I look young, again yet
another thing our clients like about our staff. Orientals tend to look
younger than we are, you know...sir." Luke eyed the boy carefully, enjoying
the banter, but also starting to feel that familiar ache in
 his loins. "Call me Mr. Steele, why don't you. And while we're talking, I
could sure use a shoulder rub..." He left his words hanging, expecting the
boy to move to do his bidding. He was not disappointed, as Chen shifted
around to stand directly behind him and as soon the kid's fingers touched
his skin, he felt all the stress and strain of the past six weeks just melt
away and he sunk a little lower into the steaming bath water. "Goddamn,
you're good at that, Chen. It feels fuckin' great. Ahhh, shit..." The kid's
hands and fingers worked busily, kneading the tight muscles in his neck,
shoulders and back. Luke continued groaning, loving the way Chen's magic
fingers worked into his sore flesh. Suddenly he felt something brush his
cheek and he realized the boy had bent down to look into his face and their
lips were almost touching. Chen whispered, "I'm good at a lot of things,
Mr. Steele. And they all involve making you feel
 good..." With that he kissed Luke and the black man found himself
returning the kiss with an ardent fervor he hadn't known in some time. Chen
tasted like cinnamon and sugar, his saliva was like a sweet elixir that
Luke savored even as he pushed his tongue back aggressively into the boy's
mouth.

                Luke's eyes had closed again and he felt Chen pull out of
their liplock and begin to gently nuzzle his neck and cheeks, running his
soft lips all over Luke's hairy face. God it felt great to have that
softness rubbing up against him. And then he felt Chen's hand begin to
travel, slowly, Jesus, so fucking slowly, down the center of his abdomen
and across his stomach and then lower. He felt the boy's fingers tangle in
his bushy pubic thatch and then they were touching him there. He groaned
loudly as Chen encircled the base of his hardening prick and then began to
leisurely stroke up and down the shaft, still lying beneath the now tepid
water. "Why Mr. Steele! We are excitable, aren't we? Did I do that to you?"
Chen giggled as he talked; he knew exactly what effect he was having on the
brawny stud. "Mmmm, you're so big too, Mr. Steele. Quite a handful..." He
continued on with his ministrations, pulling on
 the much older man's now fully erect cock, then stroking back down,
causing Luke to grit his teeth against the overwhelming urge to shoot his
load. Then when he reached the bottom again, he would lightly grab and
knead the man's big, cum-bloated balls in his soft palms. He continued
nuzzling Luke's neck while he spoke softly to him, alternately nibbling and
kissing his coarse-bearded facial features. He knew the men always liked
that treatment. He could feel Luke tensing beneath the water's surface and
he knew the man was fighting against cumming too soon.

                Suddenly Luke pushed Chen aside and stood up in the tub,
water cascading down his perfectly-formed physique. Chen caught his breath
in his throat as he got his first glimpse of the man's full form and he let
his eyes rove appreciatively over the chiseled, black flesh. He was
suddenly a little apprehensive as Luke's full genital proportions became
visibly apparent to him. The man was hung like a mule, at least it seemed
that way to the wide-eyed youngster. He had been with a good many men in
his time, but he had seen very, very few who could give Luke Steele a run
for his money in the cock size department. He estimated Luke to be at least
seven and half inches long, perhaps longer and quite thick. Steele was a
very good name for the man, because right now, his organ looked like black
steel, hard as the unforgiving metal from which he drew his name. Chen
gulped in trepidation, now completely uncertain of just what he had
 gotten himself into. He liked getting rough-fucked, a lot even, but he
wasn't sure he was ready for a cock that size. Luke fixed him with an icy
stare even as he reached for a towel with which to dry off. "Get fuckin'
naked boy! Get naked right now!" It was not a suggestion, Chen could tell
by the tone and he moved quickly to disrobe, untying the waist sash and
letting the flimsy garment fall to the floor of the bathroom. "Get in my
room. You brought some oil or something, right?" Chen stumbled over his
words some, taken aback by the man's newfound aggressive behavior. "Y...yes
Mr. Steele. It's on your nightstand." He hurried into the bedroom, his own
smaller penis stiff as a nail, as Luke Steele's commanding voice and words
fell upon him and he felt that familiar rush of mixed fear and excitement
that he often felt when he was entertaining a new client.

                Luke caught sight of Chen's smooth, rounds buns and he felt
the blood pump through his cock even harder. He followed the boy into the
bedroom, moving with the slow predatory gait of a wolf. He was switching
into fuck mode now and he would not be denied his prey. Chen looked back at
the huge black man. Though the lighting in the room was a dim red, it was
enough for him to see the man coming after him; Luke was still a little wet
from his bath, despite the fact he had toweled off and Chen could see the
man had a tremendously powerful build and his chest was completely covered
by a matte of thick hair. Luke's arousal was evident to both of them, as
was Chen's. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, facing me at the
edge. Now."  Luke spoke the words with utter confidence and Chen knew
beyond doubt that this was a man used to having his way in bed. "Have you
taken cock down your throat, boy?"After settling his
 slender, almost hairless body on the sheets, Chen looked up at Luke from
his perch on the bed's edge. "Yes sir, Mr. Steele. But never one as..."
Luke cut him off. "Shut up, slut. Answer yes or no. I'm not interested in
your rambling. Understood?" The boy gulped and nodded his tacit
understanding. "Then get to work on me with that hot little mouth of
yours. I'll give you a few seconds to get used to my size, but you will
take me down your throat, all the way. No exception."

                The Asian kid looked at the piece of dark meat standing out
stiff from Luke Steele's crotch and licked his lips. He'd only had a couple
of colored men before, but he loved their taste, it was different from
white men, which was almost all he was ever with. It was rather straight,
with just a slight upward curve and it was very black. As he moved in he
caught a whiff of Luke's scent and he felt his mouth begin to water. He
carefully, but firmly gripped the shaft by the base and then ran his tongue
all over the tip, tasting the sweet, salty pre-cum. He proceeded to kiss
and suckle the plump head when he suddenly felt his head being yanked up
violently as Luke pulled him by his hair and he was staring the hulking
black man square in the face. "I don't have the desire or the patience for
any of your gentle kissy-kissy foreplay bullshit, boy! In about five
minutes I'm gonna be buried in that pretty tush, working on
 my second cumload. I'm gonna give you ten seconds to get all the way down
on my cock, or I'll do it for you. I don't care if you gag. I don't give a
shit if you puke. Just do it. And I better not feel any teeth... Hang on to
my ass with both of your hands and hold on the entire time... Go." Chen
looked at the man fearfully, but did not doubt his words a bit. He reached
around behind Luke and cupped both of the man's rock-hard buttcheeks. Then
immediately he widened his mouth into the shape of an `o' and took the
toughened bounty hunter into his oral cavity. He had long ago lost his gag
reflex when sucking men, mostly at least, and he moved his mouth smoothly
down the shaft. It was fairly easy going, despite the man's
larger-than-normal girth, until the prick hit the back of his throat. He
instantly fought against gagging and started to back off when he felt
Luke's strong hand on the top of his head, steadying him and pushing him
 down, whether he was ready or not. "Yeah boy. You're gonna take it all."
All he could see was the man's coal black washboard stomach; all he could
taste was that black meat as it lodged in his windpipe. He fought back the
urge to throw up, as his gag reflex involuntarily reacted to the new
intruder.

                Suddenly he felt something tickle his nose and lips and he
opened his eyes, realizing that he had the man's cock all the way down his
throat. "I'm all the way in your slut throat, Chen. You like choking on my
cock, sweetheart? Yeah, that's a good boy..." He twisted his fingers in the
kid's hair, making certain he had a firm grip. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth
and throat now, boy. Don't give a shit if you like it or not. Then I'm
gonna cum in your mouth and you will swallow every drop. Clear?" He put his
other hand under the boy's chin, and tilted him up a bit causing Chen to
look straight into his hardened eyes. "Glmphmmmh!"  It was all Chen could
manage to choke out, cock-stuffed as he was. "Good boy. I'll take that as a
`yes' then." Luke smiled wickedly down at the pretty Oriental lad. Here was
the part he'd been waiting for, dreaming about all these past weeks as he
lay in his
 bedroll at night, alone. With his right hand planted firmly on the kid's
head, fingers entwined in his soft hair, he pulled his hard-on back from
Chen's pouty lips and then violently rammed back in causing the kid to gag
some more. Then he quickly pulled back out again till just the tip was in
the kid's moist orifice. "Look up at me, boy. Look at me when I fuck your
mouth." He caught the boy's eye and gave him a sinful look and then without
giving Chen another second to recover he plunged back down his gullet
again, ramming his hard tool as far as he could go. In and out. In and
out. Back and forth. Again and again and again. He kept pounding his
swollen cock into the young beauty's face, using that mouth hard, owning it
and making it his. The boy kept making incomprehensive sounds, choking,
gagging. "Hhmmpphhh! Gmhmmlmhh!" He sounded like he was being strangled and
it was music to Luke's ears.

                It had been so long since he had shot his jizz that in
almost no time he felt the recognizable tingle in his balls as he moved
towards orgasm. He looked down and saw Chen looking up at him, tears
streaming down his cheeks from the forceful treatment, but at the same
time, the kid's eyes shown with a passion and lust that Luke loved to see,
especially in younger men and teenage boys. The look that told him they
were loving being used hard and rough. "Aww fuck yeah, boy! Fuck yeah!
I'm...gettin' so......fuckin' ...close! So Goddamn close! Yeah! Take it
boy! Take my cock down your whore throat!!" Speaking through clenched
teeth, he continued with the brutal action, ramming his meat in and out of
those moist, heavenly lips faster and faster, showing Chen no mercy. His
fingers were straining in Chen's hair as he fucked, almost raped the kid's
throat. "Shit! Ohhhh fuck yeah, sweetie! Gonna fuckin' shoot boy!
 Gonna.....ahhhh....fuuuuuckin'.....awwwww.....shoooot!
Christ....I'm....fuckin'...fuckin'.......... CUMMING!! OH JESUS FUCKIN'
CHRIST BOY!! DRINK MY FUCKIN' CUM!! TAKE IT DOWN YOUR SLUT THROAT!!
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YEA!" And Luke Steele came like a bellowing beast.  He
came so hard, he almost blacked out. First one, then two, then three, four,
five hard shots of semen sprayed out of his cock and down the Oriental
boy's gullet with geyser-like intensity. He quickly pulled out and jacked
off three more sticky rivulets of jizz across Chen's nose, eyes and in his
hair.

                "Ohhh, Jesus Christ... Fuck.... My
god.....gasp... Fuck. Fuck. God that was fuckin' great,
boy... Fantastic...Jesus. Good boy." He was sucking in huge breaths of air,
practically wheezing from the exertion of his orgasm. He roughly pushed
Chen back down onto the bed. The boy looked up at him with a gaze that told
Luke that he could have kept on going for a while, even as the black man's
seed dripped down his pretty face. Clearly, the kid had enjoyed being
taken. Luke took a couple steps back from the bed. "Where's that ass lube
you brought, boy?" Chen looked over at him, somewhat startled to see that
the black man's huge cock was still at full mast, sawing the air
impatiently, dripping and glistening with sperm and saliva. "It...it's on
the table, in the jar, Mr. Steele. Are you sure you..." Luke glared at
him. "Shut up, bitch. Did I ask for your opinion? No. I did not. Now crawl
up by the pillows,
 and put your face down and your ass up. Now."

                Chen was amazed at the thought that Luke could be ready to
go again, with no time in between. But he supposed it could be due to the
fact that the big man had been out in the wilderness for several weeks and
hadn't any outlet for release. But he complied immediately, despite his
apprehension at Luke's size and aggressiveness. He crawled up and pushed
his face into the perfumed pillows, while seductively pushing his smooth
buns back and up, wriggling them back and forth. "Like this, Mr. Steele?"
He asked with a provocative hint to his voice, as he looked back and
smiled. "Heh. Just like that, sweetie. Be a good boy and open your hole for
me. Spread those cheeks." Chen reached around slowly and peeled apart his
soft, shapely buttocks. Luke sucked in his breath as he watched the kid
make a show of opening his asshole for him. He grabbed the jar of balm
setting on the nightstand, quickly unscrewed the cover and
 dipped his fingers into the thick, viscous stuff. He held some up to his
nose and sniffed. It smelled lightly of lilac and jasmine. "What is this
shit, boy?" Luke asked. Chen looked back around at the jar. "It's from
Japan, I think sir. It's got herbs and flowers in it that heat and relax
the innards and cause a man's prick to get even stiffer..."

                "Don't much matter what it is, I guess. It's what we
got..." With that he took a large glop of the stuff on his fingertips and,
settling in behind Chen on the bed, he pushed his digits up to the kid's
beckoning orifice. The boy started as he felt the black man's brawny
fingers poking at his most intimate spot. But soon he relaxed into it as
the bounty hunter rubbed his hole in a circular motion, spreading the balm
all over. Then Chen clenched up as Luke pushed into him, first with one
prodding appendage, then adding another and after a couple minutes of that,
adding a third finger. "Damn, boy. This pussy sure is hot for me, huh?
Gripping my fuckin' fingers... Bet it's hungry for some cockmeat, huh?
Yeah. Don't you worry, sweetheart. Gonna be up inside this quimmy in no
time..." Luke dipped into the lube jar again and scooped up a glob of it
and proceeded to slather it up and down his cock shaft. He
 covered his prick top to bottom in the gooey shit; it seemed almost like
honey, but runnier.

                Luke finished lubing himself and then slapped Chen hard on
the ass. "Get ready for my fuck, boy. It's gonna hard and brutal, just like
your pansy-ass likes it, right? Cunt! I am gonna breed your fuckin' pussy!"
He pushed the kid forward on the small of his back forcing his buns back
and up even higher, then jammed his knee between Chen's thighs, forcing his
slim, hairless legs wide apart. Then his cock was poised at the opening to
the boy's guts and he drove it in hard, determined not to be gentle, make
the whore know he was being fucked by a real man. Chen screamed out a
choked-sounding yelp and Luke leaned forward over him and grabbed him by
the back of the neck, forcing the kid's face deeper into the pillows. But
he was gyrating his hips like he wanted it, encouraging his man, tightening
and loosening his gripping rectum. "I don't give a fuck about you,
slut. And I mean that. But you want it, don't
 you? I can always tell. You're gonna take all the fuck I have in me and
then some. This pussy is mine now, bitch! Let's do this!" Chen was gurgling
out all manner of strange sounds. "Nnnggghhh! Ohhhmygodohmygod!
Yeeeeeessssss! Fuuuuuuck me, Mr. Steele! Fuck my pussy!!"

                Suddenly the door to the room opened and in the blink of an
eye, a screaming servant girl was eye to eye with a Colt Peacemaker as Luke
had wielded it with blinding speed.  Chen had no idea where the gun had
even come from. The girl was stammering. "I...I...I'm sorry sir! Mistress
want me to check if you have enough food. I'm sorry I not knock first..."
The girl's eyes were wide as she surveyed the room and quickly realized
that Luke was buried ball-deep in Chen's ass. "Goddamn it girl! You wanna
get your whore-ass killed dead? Huh? Get the fuck out of here, girlie!"
The crying girl quickly closed the door, continuing to apologize all the
while.

 Luke dropped the gun onto the nightstand. "Goddamn! Where were we boy? Oh
yeah. I was fucking the living shit out of your pussy ass, wasn't I,
whore?" And he went right back to pile driving into Chen's unprotected
asshole, sliding in and out with increasing ease as the kid relaxed around
his thickness. He was already feeling that ache as the cum started boiling
in his sac. Fuck! He wanted to last longer and he usually did after he had
shot a load. But this time, it must have been because it had been so long
since he had emptied his nuts, cause he was going to shoot again, very
soon.

                He pushed Chen down so he was laying flat on his tummy on
the bed and then holding himself up over the kid's back, he began fucking
as hard as he could, pummeling the spread-eagled boy beneath him. They were
both gasping, drawing in deep breaths and Chen was also crying; Luke
thought the kid might have cum, because he had felt him gripping his cock
very tightly with his spasming guts as he had gasped out a couple
restrained yelps a minute ago. But he didn't give a shit either way. He
didn't care if his bitches came when he fucked them or not. It was all
about his own nut... And suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks. "OHHHH
FUCK YEAH!! HERE I CUM AGAIN CUNT! SHIT....GONNA.....FUCKIN'.....CUM!! OH
JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!! NEED....TO....SHOOT.....SO FUCKIN' BAD BABY! GOTTA
BREED THIS ASS!! THIS TIGHT FUCKIN' ASSHOLE!"  Luke was practically
snarling, spittle spraying from between his clenched teeth as he
 grunted and groaned out another mind-numbing orgasm. He could feel his
sperm shooting out in gruel-like explosions of wet slime that coated the
kid's hot, gripping innards, filling them up.

                "Ohhh,
shit...fuck. That....was....fuckin'.....great...again...kid. Jesus
Christ....I needed that.... Mother....fuck. Goddamn it. God that ass is so
fuckin' tight. That was so good, bitch. Christ.......I own your pussy ass
now...." He rolled off the kid and onto his back on the bed, breathing
hard, literally gulping down lungfuls of air. Chen rolled over and crawled
up into the crook of Luke's arm and lay next to him, listening to the big
man gasp for air, running his fingers through the thick air. "You liked
that, Mr. Steele?" Luke looked down at the kid and laughed. "Yeah, kid. You
could say I liked it. Jesus I needed that so damn bad. You have got one of
the sweetest asses I can recall fucking, boy. Christ..... Did I like it?
Heh, heh...."

                "Did...did you want me to stay with you tonight,
Mr. Steele? I can leave if you just want to sleep..." Luke chuckled
again. "No, boy. You can just stay right here. Get some sleep while you
can, cause in couple hours or so, I'm gonna be ready to go again and then
you're gonna get the full force of me. I can go for a long damn time,
boy...." With that they both fell into restful sleep, with Chen lying
comfortably against Luke's hard, muscular body.



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