Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 20:44:46 -0400
From: Tanda2000 <TANDA2000@compuserve.com>
Subject: A New Hand  part V

			A New Hand  Part V
					by Tanda2000@compuserve.com
						copyright by Tanda  5/2001

	Brandon stumbled down the dark trail from the main cabin back to
the bunk house.  His long johns hung off of his muscular smooth body so
that he appeared like he'd been rode hard and put away wet.  In his
drunkenness, he had to grin as he ambled down the path.  That was about the
truth of the matter.  He had been rode hard and the sweat that covered his
still hot body gave off a sheen in the full moonlit night.
	He rubbed his sore but satisfied rear through his long johns as he
recalled what had just happened to him.  Shit, he thought, that was
something else!  He had enjoyed the cowboy's mauling him and tyin' him up
to the bunk like that.  For some reason he didn't understand, that had jest
been the topper.  And feeling his big hard shaft up his round bubble butt.
He had shot his load all over the man's whiskey drenched bunk.  Brandon
felt a tingling in his cock again as he thought about all this.
	Lucky it was so late at night so that he could sneak back into the
bunk house without all the other hands bein' none the wiser.  He was
figurin' he could slip back into his bunk sight unseen and crawl back onto
his bunk nice and quiet like.  Yeah, that's the ticket.  They'd never know.
	As Brandon neared the bunk house, he looked over towards the
makeshift kitchen and the low fires still burnin'.  He seen the Cook's tent
with a low light glowin' in it and his mind went straight to Kwon Li and
had to wonder 'bout the boy.  Mighty nice, sweet young cuss.  Made him
wonder what his story was all about.  His cock twitched in his long johns.
	But, he had to push that out of his mind.  Something bigger was
about to bust loose and that was him takin' Mr. Mathis' boys on that trip.
Why, that was somethin' else, he pondered.  He was kinda pleased 'bout the
trust that Jake and Mr. Mathis had put in him.  But ordealin' two kids, he
didn't quite know how to figure that one.  He weren't too keen on it, but a
job's a job.
	He reached the bunk house.  All was quiet.  He carefully unlatched
the metal latch and gently pushed the door open.  It was dark inside and
real quiet.  He sighed a sigh of relief.  He stopped at the door and yanked
off his boots, careful not to let them fall on the wooden floor.  In his
stocking feet and long johns, he carefully eased the door closed.  He
turned to head towards his bunk when all of a sudden out of the darkness,
he felt something thrown over his head.
	"What the hell?!?", he shouted and struggled against whatever was
tossed over his head but he felt strong hands holding him in a bear hug and
then he heard the voices.
	"Yeah!"
	"C'mon, man, drag his ass over here!"
	"What the fuck is goin' on?" he demanded as he was bein' drug under
the blanket.  Damn, if he couldn't see nothin' but felt strong arms and
hands holdin' him in the heavy material that blacked out his vision and
luggin' him around with his stockin' feet dragging against the floor.
	Brandon felt himself being brutally pushed down on what he guessed
was a bunk and he heard snickering and heavy breathing all around him.
	Then in his shrouded darkness, sittin' on a bunk with the blanket
over his head, he felt rope being tied around his wrists behind his back.
He was getting' scared and then he heard the voice.
	"Alright, you men.  Shaddup".  The room became silent except for
heavy breathing.
  The voice continued but now seemed to be directed to him, "Listen up,
Brandee.  You the new hand here.  You got to get indoctrinated.  It's the
way".  Brandon couldn't quite place the voice.  But he was shakin' all over
not knowin' what the hell was in store for him.  He didn't have long to
find out.  "Okay, boys.  Do it."  A blood curling war whoop filled the room
as the all the raucous cowboys hooted and hollered with such commotion that
Brandon had to cringe under the heavy burlap fabric over his head.  "Yeah,
let's give him what for!," one randy cowboy exclaimed.  "Yeah, I can't wait
to get my paws on him," another cowboy growled.  Brandon felt strong hands
jerk him up to a standing position and the next thing he knew, he felt
hands all over his body, spinnin' him about, ripping and tearing at his
long johns.  The hapless cowboy heard buttons poppin' and the rippin' of
his long underwear.  It weren't long before Brandon's long johns were
hanging from his body in tatters, exposing parts of his muscled body to his
unseen captors.  He shivered involuntarily, but bein' bound up like this,
there was no was of escapin'.  'Sides, he didn't even know which way to run
if he could'a.  "Take that bag off his head," the voice commanded again.
Brandon felt the bag removed from his head, tousling his brown hair even
more than it had been.  He blinked in surprise when he seen that he was
surrounded by all the cowhands in the bunk house.  Some of 'em were
standin' in their long johns and others butt naked.  But all seemed to be
sportin' wood.  Seein' all them cocks aimed at him made Brandon's own cock
start to swell in his tore up long underwear.  Directly in front of him
stood Zack.  The voice he'd heard.  He was wearin' his boots and a pair of
long johns that was unbuttoned all the way down to his crotch.  His cowboy
hat was cocked to the side of his head and he was chawin' on a splinter
grinnin' at Brandon like a cat playin' with a mouse.  Brandon noticed the
huge sausage in Zack's underwear that was bulging across his thigh.  Zack
ran one of his big hands down his hairy chest to his belly and rubbed it
menacingly, still starin' at the tied up cowboy.  "Brandee," Zack announced
slowly, "You the new hand here, boy and you gonna get, how they say that,
boys?"  He looked 'round the room of cowboys and they all grinned at one
another.  "Initiated, that's the word, ain't it, boys?"  The small room
erupted into loud guffawing and rowdy laughter as the men all nodded their
agreement and some of them grabbed their crotches meaningfully.  Brandon
was gettin' down right scared.  These cowhand were plumb loco.  And they
meant business too, he could tell.  He looked at the door and then the
windows of the small cabin, hopin' for an escape.  Zack caught his look.
"There ain't no escape, cowboy Brandee."  All the cowboys chortled at the
name that Zack kept calling the new hand.  Brandon started to make a dash
for it anyway.  He figured he could high tail it outta here even with his
hands tied up as they was.  He didn't have a prayer.  Hands were all over
him, holdin' him down.  "Well, lookee here, boys.  Looks like we gotta
teach our new hand here some manners.  He don't seem to appreciate all
we're gonna do for him."  Zack grinned lewdly at Brandon.  "Gonna hafta
teach the boy some respect."  Brandon watched with wide eyes as Zack
approached him.  "Hold him, boys."  Strong hands grabbed his legs and
spread them wide and held him firmly to the floor.  Another set of hands
grabbed his tied up arms and other hands grabbed him by the hair, holding
his head firmly in place.  Brandon had no choice but to look straight ahead
at the dead serious look on Zack's face.  Zack circled the tied up cowboy,
still chawin' on the splinter and eyeing the boy from top to bottom as the
other hands held Brandon firmly in place.  Brandon couldn't see what Zack
was doin' behind him, all he could see was the cowboys strokin' their cocks
as they watched the drama unfold.  They was all a grinnin' real evil like
and Brandon was scared shitless.  Suddenly, he felt a hand wallop his butt.
Smack!  Brandon flinched and his eyes smarted.  Damn, that hurt!  But he
stood there while the other hands cheered and jeered at him.  So this was
their initiation, Brandon thought.  Bastards.  "Nice one," he heard Zack
mutter behind him.  Nice texture, fellas."  "Smack!"  "Ow,' Brandon
hollered.  Then he felt something different.  He felt Zack's hand rub his
firm heated ass through the frayed fabric of his long underwear.  "Yeah,
real fine texture,: he heard Zack mutter.  Brandon couldn't help hisself,
but he was startin' to get a rise in his crotch.  Zack's hand seemed to
feel so good on his sore buns after he'd been whupped like that.  Then
Brandon felt Zack start to unbutton the back flap of his long johns and
felt the cowboy's rough palm on the tender skin of his buttocks.
"Ooooeeeeee," Zack taunted.  "Smooth as a baby's behind!  C'mon, fellas.
Line up and take yer turns."  Then he stepped up close behind Brandon and
growled in his ear.  "You don't move, new hand.  Else it'll jest make it
worse fer ya."  "Billy," Zack demanded, "Go fetch me that cask of bear
grease."  Brandon cringed with his arms and legs held securely in place.
Zack's hands had started rubbing his firm sore ass with deliberate
movements to his tender, sore ass crack.  He was afeared of what was
comin'.
	He saw Billy runnin' buck naked across the cabin to fetch the
grease and clamped his butt cheeks together when he felt Zack's blunt
finger began to toy with his hot asshole.
	"Well, shit!", Zack declared.  "This boy don't need no grease.
He's already nice and lubed."  The big man behind Brandon leaned close in
to Brandon and snarled in his ear, "Whatcha been doin', cowpoke Brandee?"
	Brandon just hung his head.
	"Hmmmm???", Zack taunted.  And with that, he shoved his finger
roughly up Brandon's already lubed, sore ass.
	Zack buried his large finger to the hilt in Brandon's ass and,
Brandon turned beet red as his young cock shot up in the air, hard as a
tree branch.
	All the other cowboys started guffawing and laughing at the poor
impaled cowboy and his unavoidable predicament.  Brandon was embarrassed
and tears started to form in his eyes as he hung his head in shame and the
large finger started ramming in and out of his ass.  The other cowboys
surged closer in a circle around the captive young buck, still stroking
their hard dicks.
	"Chet," Zack commanded.  "Get down here on yer knees and take care
of this boy's hard cock."  Zack was obviously running the show.
	Brandon watched with dread as the older geezer knelt down in front
of the younger cowboy and, in his dirty long johns, looked up at Brandon
with a wicked gleam in his eyes.  Brandon was horrified to watch as Chet
pulled out his false teeth and smacked his teeth in anticipation.  If that
finger hadn't been up his butt, he was sure he would have gone limp at the
sight of this old codger getting ready to suck his dick.
	But the old cowboy wrapped his lips skillfully around Brandon's
proud manhood and sunk it down his throat like a pro.  Brandon gasped.  It
was the greatest feeling he had ever experienced.  His hard cock was
engulfed in a hot, warm, wet place and throbbed with desire as the finger
was roughly pulled from his young ass.
	Zack growled, "Ya like that, do ya, boy?  Well, see how ya like
this."
	Brandon felt Zack's huge sausage slide up and down his lubed crack
and suddenly the big head was pushing at his resisting hole.  Brandon kept
his eyes lowered to the floor as the big burly man behind him pushed his
oversized cock into Brandon's small hole.  Brandon tried to move his hips
forward to get away from the assault, but when he did, Zack started to slap
his bare butt repeatedly while the old cowboy suck his hard dick like it
was gonna be his last supper.
	After Brandon's cheeks were so red that he felt they were on fire,
Zack again aimed his big dick at the young cowboy's tight hole and, without
mercy, shoved the entire length of his hard manhood deep into Brandon's
bowels.  Brandon involuntarily jerked forward which only buried his cock
deeper inside of the old man's hot mouth.
	Zack grabbed Brandon's slim hips and, while other hands were still
holding his legs apart and roaming over his tensed up body, Zack started to
fuck him with long deep strokes, showing no mercy.  Brandon could feel the
man's big balls slapping against his tight rump and he felt his nipples
being pinched and then there was a tongue forcing it's way into his mouth.
He opened his eyes briefly to see it was young Billy kissing him, his
tongue pushing into his mouth as the big cock pushed into his ass.
	Brandon was grateful for the affection by Billy, but all too soon,
he was gone and replaced by yet another cowboy.  Zack started slamming into
Brandon's ass while he slapped his burning cheeks.  He felt the man behind
him bury himself deep inside of his sore ass and grunt with satisfaction as
his man seed filled the hapless new hand.
	He swatted the boy's rump soundly and hollered, "Next!"
	This was more than he could take and another dick replaced Zack's
bigger one and soon, he was being fucked again and again and, much to his
dismay, he felt his own cum churning from his tortured balls that were
being licked by someone's mouth and he started to shoot his hot load deep
in someone's mouth.  Looking down, he saw that the old man had been
replaced by yet another cowboy who was butt naked wearing nuthin' but a
cowboy hat.
	Brandon hung there, defeated and used by these men.  His cock was
long since spent and as cowboy after cowboy kept sucking his limp dick, it
began to hurt.  But not as much as the embarrassment of the situation.  He
was being fucked, raped, and used by these burly cowboys and in a moment of
shame, realized that he wanted it.
	Without warning, Brandon felt himself being lowered to the floor
and, before he could react, he was shoved on all fours like a common dog.
	For what seemed like hours to Brandon, he was poked, prodded, and
fucked senseless and was only glad that he had drunk as much as he had
earlier.  Cock after hard cock was shoved into his mouth and his sore ass
he was ravaged by these savage cowboys.  He was just a tool to fulfill
their pent up needs.  He couldn't help himself, but his own cock wouldn't
go down and so, while he was being fucked in his ass and his face was being
fucked, there was always a hot mouth over his painfully hard cock.  His
knees were becoming raw from the wooden planked floor as he was being
mauled by these cowpokes.
	And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he heard Zack
yell, "Snake.  Come on over here and get yerself some of this fine grade
ass."
	Even in his drunken stupor, Brandon knew that he couldn't take
Snake.  Snake was a tall, lean cowboy, about 6'5' and skinny as a rail.
But he had about the biggest ol' cock that Brandon had ever set eyes on.
The damned thing hung down to his knees soft.
	Through blurry eyes, he saw the skinny legs of the cowboy amble
towards him.  He struggled when he seen that big ol' cock swinging like a
third leg on the cowboy, but he was held firm and watched scared as a
rabbit caught in a trap when he seen that big ol' thing start to grow in
front of his face.
	The cowboy held his almost hard 11 inch cock up to Brandon's face
and Zack says, "Naw, Snake.  Come on back here and get some of this."  And
swatted Brandon's firm ass soundly.
	"Aw, shucks," Snake protested.  "I'd split that poor boy in half."
	Brandon silently thanked God for the man's consideration.
	"Aw, hell no!  Fuck him.  He's nice and ready for it.", Zack said.
	"Well, he do have a nice lookin' rump there," Snake considered.
	And before he could blink his eyes, Brandon felt Snake kneel down
behind him and, while another cock was shoved in his mouth, he felt the
enormous head of Snake's cock push against his sore ass.  Snake held onto
Brandon's hips firmly with his large paws and shoved.
	Brandon felt a blinding white pain and then nothing.  He blacked
out.
	The next thing he recalled was pure quiet and darkness.  He was
being gently put into his bunk and, from somewhere, a kind reassuring voice
whispered in his ear, "Ya done good, kid.  Get some rest."
	Brandon felt his bunk hold him securely and safely, his wracked
body sinking contentedly into the folds of his blankets.  He slept hard and
deep.  Just like he'd been fucked.