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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
sexual scenes 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 by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real
life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got
condom?

"Out In The Wild, Wild West" 08 (M/M oral anal bdsm
fanfic)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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For a couple of hours, the two rode on horseback,
through the scorching desert. Finally the journey from
the sandy, barren wasteland seemed to change scenery.
More vegetation emerged.

"Mind if I ask why you traded your own father in for
my life?"

Looking to his side, Jake kept a straight face, then
looked ahead, to the distance.

James West reasserted his questioning, giving insight,
"I have a feeling that whomever your father was
working for, wouldn't be too forgiving of letting me
slip away?"

This time, Jake replied, "Like I give a fucking damn?"

"Figured he's your father and all and..."

"Look," Jake suddenly pulled on the rins of his own
horse, causing the animal to stand dead still, "he
doesn't mean anything to me, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Jim replied, causing his own horse to
remain stationery, "but you can bet that he's going to
be put through hell for letting me go, if I can guess
whom hired him to haul my ass cross country."

"So?" Jake replied, insensitively.

"I guess that says it all for what you feel towards
me, then?" Jim replied, giving his horse a little
kick, to mosey on forwards.

Moving in the same direction, Jake prodded his horse
on, with a grinding of his heel into it's side.

"Let's get something straight, James," Jake says, "I'm
not sure what I feel, but for now I damn well know for
sure that you mean nothing to me of what I felt for my
pa."

Both left the feelings where they subsided.

A few more feet on, Jake opened up on the
conversation.

"Is it true what my pa said about you, James?"

"Um, your pa spoke a lot about me. Which part?"

"The part about you liking pain?"

"Yeah, I'd say your pa was right. I like it to a
certain extent."

"Did you like it when he whipped you?"

Jim smiled, then replied to Jake's curiosity, "You
leaned over to take a look. What did you sum up for
yourself?"

Recalling when he swayed to his left, peering at the
side view of James West's taut body, he remembered
seeing his stiff cock and full balls bouncing to the
rhythm of the pace.

"How can you like getting whipped?"

Jim smiled. He got a sensational jolt through his
crotch, realizing that Jake knew his cock enjoyed his
torment.

"Well, it goes back lots of years. You see, Jake, I
had an abusive dad, that..."

"Just like me!" Jake said, almost like a question.

Only thing is, Jake knew that Jim hadn't a clue to
what he's gone
through. Or maybe he has!

"I don't know about that. Often I experienced my
father's wrath, taken out on my flesh."

"Like I said, James, 'just like me'!"

"Oh? And how did that go, Jake?"

More like a modern day counselor, Jim continued
provoking Jake into talking about himself, in relation
to his childhood and past experiences with his
father.

"He'd come home late, drunk, ready to take out
anything that tickled him wrong, on me. He'd take me
out to the barn, tell me to take off my shirt and bend
my chest over the table. He'd whip my ass or back.
Then the next day, he would be all 'pologizing' to me,
like he cared. You?"

Not really wanting to talk about it, Jake passed the
same question back to James.

"Not too dissimilar to your own circumstances, my dad
was in the army, passing through the ranks til he
became a colonel. In my own opinion, I don't think he
could handle the pressure."

"That's what I think about my pa."

"Can happen. A man can only take so much."

Seeing the similarities in their lives, Jake saw that
possibly a connection had been struck up. He didn't
look too much at James as a lower being, like a
slaveboy, as he originally perceived their combined
relationship asl

"James? Is it alright I call you that?"

"Seems to me that your pa said for you to call me
anything. After all, I'm your property now!"

For the first time, Jake cracked a slight smile.

"I don't want no slave."

"Oh? Not interested in beating me into submission,
then Jake?"

"Oh, I can do it if it makes you feel good, James, but
what I'm looking for is a man that I can love and one
that can give me that back."

All thoughts of Cheyenne faded. For now Jake Pearson
mesmerized James beyond all barriers.

"Can I ask how old you are, Jake?"

"'Just turned nineteen. You must be about twenty-four?
Twenty-five, James?"

Chuckling, Jim replied, "Thirty-five."

"Ya look younger than that to me," Jake told him.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks."

Not having grown up with much manners, he did have a
few recollections of a proper reply, instilled in him
by his ma.

"You're welcome, James."

Another few silent seconds elapsed. For the past few,
James has taken in the solitude of the desert,
interrupted once more.

"James, have you ever... um had... like a guy to call
your man?"

"My man, Jake?"

"Like..." then Jake eluded to suppositions, "ever have
like two guys sleeping in bed together?"

More than smiling, but his cock reacting, his balls
churning, Jim would want nothing less to do with Jake,
then have him bedded down with him, at this moment. 
He got lost in his reverie, peeling Jake's clothes,
sucking his teen body, as he made love to the nineteen
year old's flesh.

"Hey," Jake asked for the second time, nudging Jim's
arm.

"What? Huh? Oh," Jim replied, snapping out of the
sweet, awake dream.

"Here, I guess I can undo that," Jake remarked,
reaching for Jim's wrists, tied over and over with
rope and then fastened to the horn of the saddle.

"Aren't you afraid I'll be making my escape?" James
suggested.

Jake's one hand loosened the rope around Jim's wrist.

"Hell, James, from your reputation, I figured you
coulda been kickin' up dust, way aheada me by now!"

"My 'reputation'? And what would that be like?"

James West knew, from hearsay that he had been
building up a legacy of his escapes from the most
complex of criminal masterminds. So many times, over
at least a decade, he's been in a compromising
position, bound and has managed to free himself. But
word of establishing a reputation with a guy
as young as Jake here, piqued his interest to what it
entailed.

"Hell, James, guys my age, when we was young, knew how
many times you got in a jam and worked your way out of
it."

"Your pa tell you about me?"

"Nope. Heard about you when I was twelve, from a
friend. He was twelve, too and..."

Jim did his math real quick. That meant, that as early
as age twenty-eight, the rumors of his career had
begun to circulate. However, as Jake loosened up,
talked tales about the history of his life, Jim began
to feel more and more of a warmth for the teen.

More than the sexual attraction engulfed Jim. The way
Jake referred to him as, 'James', plus his way of
reference, seemed to show some attraction on Jake's
part, as well. Jim, not being able to hold the feeling
in, asked, "So, you want to fuck
me, is that it Jake?"

"Fuck you James? That all you men ever think about?"

As if the tables had turned, Jake kicked heals and
hightailed it away from Jim, leaving him in his dust.
Unlike a lot of men, before he met up with Jake, this
young kid showed more than interest in the kinky side
of James West.

Jim sighed, thinking of how he had just 'blown it',
referring to the most meaningful guy that he's come
across in all his life. James West held some secrets
of his past life that Jake had begun to unlock the
mystery of. Jim seemed comfortable with talking with
Jake about his past, more than he's felt with any man.

'Shit!' he called out to the desert, before kicking
his horse, then
followed with, 'not gonna let this guy slip through my
fingers!'

As Jim raced around the side of the bluff, somebody
jumped him, taking him from his horse. He fell
unconscious, when he hit the dirt.

%

"Ughhhh....ooooh," Jim moaned, slowly regaining
consciousness.

He wondered if the same sun that shone down on his
body, had been the same day as when he lost his
recognition of things.

"Welcome back, Jim!"

Slowly, Jim began to focus, his eyes keying in the
figures in front of him.

"Sha....Chey?" He spelled out, putting a name with one
of the faces standing in front of him.

"You know him?" Came a young voice from next to him.

It's then that James West noticed his body stretched
out, totally void of his clothing. But he wasn't
alone. For the first time, Jim laid eyes on the nude
body of the nineteen year old that tried making haste
to depart from him. Unfortunately for Jake Pearson,
the others eyed up how much of an interest Jim showed
in the young lad.

"And I was starting to feel sorry for you, Jim!"

Right away, Jim put two and two together, watching how
Cheyenne looked at Jake, then to Jim, then back to
Jake.

"He has nothing to do with me," Jim tried to explain
to Cheyenne.

Seeing the threat posed to young Jake, Jim watched as
Cheyenne ran his hand over Jake's smooth pecs,
tweaking each nip lightly. His hand slid down Jake's
washboard abs, his index finger toying with the teen's
bellyhole, before grabbing at his balls. Jim wondered,
at the same time, why Cheyenne
wasn't being held in bondage, stripped and
spread-eagled, like
himself. Logic did explain it away, as possibly an
'indian' camaraderie, Cheyenne being partly of indian
breed.

That theory quickly dematerialized, as he watched one
of the braves, not much younger than himself, approach
Cheyenne and place a hand on his shoulder.

Hastiin says to Cheyenne, "Kachada take West", then
pawing Jake's chest, like Cheyenne just did, says,
"You and I take care of young white?"

Following his statement, Hastiin smiled a wicked grin.
Cheyenne okayed the action, looking to Jim, "Untie
him!"

At this point, Jim wondered who is the leader they
followed? Was it this Kachada brave Hastiin spoke of
or had Cheyenne taken hold of the power?

After speaking something in a different dialect, two
braves, Ahote and Tocho, twenty and twenty-one years
old, untied Jake's wrists and ankles. Another few
words of unknown tongue occured, before they led Jake
away, Hastiin leading the small entourage.

"I told you he had nothing to do with this.... I
swear! Ughhhh!"

Cheyenne cut Jim's protest off, picking up a stone and
using it as a battering ram, drove his fist into Jim's
stomach.

"I think I see where I stand," Cheyenne repeated,
jealous of Jim's new 'partner'.

Cheyenne now stood strongly behind his statement, as
relayed to Kachada and the other braves, concerning
his relationship with James West. He clearly saw that
now his association, born out of a love of domination
and submission, clearly reinforced that truth.

Breathing heavily, from the air being forced from his
lungs by the surprise gut punch, Jim's head bobbed
backwards, then to his sweaty chest.  Gaining
reconstitution of his stature, he gazed upon more
indians standing in front of him. One spoke to
Cheyenne, who interpeted his statement, more as a
response to Kachada.

"He is ready for torture," Cheyenne translated back to
the head brave.

Kachada mumbled something short, which a force of four
braves, responded to. Whooping it up for joy, Inteus,
Cheveyo, Adahy and Huritt quickly loosened James
West's bonds. The younger two, Adahy and Huritt,
overpowered Jim, pulling on his wrists, stretching his
arms out straight from his body. Meanwhile, Cheveyo,
twenty-six, picked up one end of a heavy piece of
timber. Thrity-year old Inteus secured the other end.
Together they heaved it up in the air, carrying it
over to where James West's back faced them. They lined
the timber up along Jim's arms, so that from one hand,
tothe other, a straight angle brought his shoulders
aligned to the long timber. Using leather lacing, they
first bound his wrists to the log, then proceeded to
wrap the leather laces around his arms, incorporating
the
heavy log, making the timber and his two outstretched
arms as one. After twenty-seven year old Adahy and
twenty-six year old Huritt had West's arms tightly
secured to the timber, they gave Cheveyo and Inteus a
signal. Kachada watched, as well as the others, as
James West's legs gave way, casting him down to his
knees. Unable to keep the heavy timber upright, he
began to cave in, forward. At the same time, his body
lurched to his right side. The end of the timber dug
into the ground. His left arm
shot up in the air, as the timber uprighted itself.
Next, it gave way, falling backwards, flattening Jim
out on his back.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" He screamed out, as his back
made contact with the ground.

The braves laughed their asses off, at West's painful
ending
position. However, they were just beginning to humor
themselves.

What West hadn't realized their goal. It wouldn't be
lying all day on his back. Again, Inteus and Cheveyo
lifted the timber up. This time their load included
hauling up Jim's one hundred and seventy-nine pound
frame. As they uprighted Jim, standing on his
barefeet, the braves, starting with Huritt and Adahy,
began giggling, pointing to Jim's crotch. A
conversation ensued,
in their mixed tongue, mocking West's nine inch piece
of cut meat, totally rigid, dripping precum. Jim was
too preoccupied with trying to keep his knees from
bending, as the two strong braves slowly released the
burden onto Jim's shoulders. This time Jim gained the
ability of the force of the heavy timber, abling
himself to stay upright. From the experience of the
first fall, he knew what pain would entail. Not that
he didn't totally dislike the experience, but as
usual, any obstacle became a challenge for
James West. He was about to meet the next challenge.

The braves laughed, as the oldest, Inteus, picked up
the same switch used on forty-one year old Steve
Connors. With as much force as he could muster up,
Inteus hurled the tweeded vine across Jim's back.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Jim screamed,
his eyes shut tightly closed, as it tore across his
shoulders.

It caused his whole body to completely collapse, his
knees skinning, as they hugged the earth. He slowly
began to cave backwards. The intention was not to
cause James West's back to snap in half, so Adahy and
Huritt had been instructed to grab Jim's ankles and
pull his legs out from under him. By this time, two
younger braves, eighteen and nineteen year old Ciqala
and Etu, had joined in the fun with James West.

Around the campfire, for many nights they drank,
laughed and joked, as some spoke about how they would
be torturing the great James West. Of course, Cheyenne
had provided much of their motivation, reeling them on
into planning tortures of great pain. Cheyenne fueled
their flame, telling them,with each torture of great
pain, that James would be able to take 'that' and
'more'.

So, their planning of the extreme physical indurance,
now had Ciqala and Etu, tying strong, thick vines
around James West's ankles. After they had secured his
ankles, the two made sport of throwing the remaining,
coiled portion up and over tree limbs, high above
their own heads. Etu congratulated his lover, Ciqala
with being the first to succeed, whom went on to cheer
Etu into carrying out his own feat of success.

Kachada called out Inteus' and Cheveyo's names, then
completed his sentence, in their tongue. They released
helped the log along, as Ciqala and Etu manned one of
the loose ends of the strong, tethered vines, Adahy
and Huritt the other. First Jim's legs straightened
out fully. Then he felt his ass and back drag along
the ground, followed by his chest and stomach
being stretched out taut. He grimaced, as the four
braves continued their assault, heaving at the two
cords that attached to this ankles. Soon his body had
been dragged to the base of the big trees.

The next fee tugs, had one of his legs stretching to
the right, the other to his left. The separation made
the air circulate more around his cock and balls,
making him all the more aroused.

Again, the braves made sport of James West's large
balls, secreting that clear fluid from the tip of his
cock. It immediately became mixed with the dirt,
created strands of claylike matter.

Kachada's badgering kept the four braves at their
work. However, they had Jim's ankles at the base of
tree, and unable to heave hard enough to move him
further. Inteus and Cheveyo laughed, then after
speaking to each other, approached the two groupings
of braves, holding their arms up, fists clenched,
showing off their muscular physiques. Each of the
older braves
brushed the young ones away. As Ciqala and Etu had
done, Inteus and Cheveyo made light of their work,
creating a contest. Like magic, quickly Jim found
himself sliding along on the sand and pebbly ground
matter, his back and ass getting scratched in the
dirt, as his body flung towards the two trees.

More now than ever, Jim found his legs stretching
apart. He gasped, cried out, with the feeling that if
they hauled anymore on their vines, his body would be
destined to split in half. The space between his legs
ached. With the succession of heaving, Inteus on
Jame's right leg, Cheveyo on hisright, continued their
assault. Now James found his ass started to part from
the ground, followed by his lower back. With little
effort from his
tormentors, slowly James West, turned upside down,
began the terrible ascent, to be hung by his ankles,
split between two trees. Little did James know that
this would the beginning of a long, arduous day for
him and not the foreclosure of the day that started
out with a father and son.

%

Continued.....

Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee
All World Rights Reserved

This story may not be sold or made part of any
collection without prior
written permission.




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