Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2006 10:18:58 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Buffalo Boys 3 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It 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. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?' "Buffalo Boys" 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % All heads pointed towards the front of the cabin, as the door swung open. In walked James Mieremet. "So, you had to go and piss off the big man?" Right off, Mieremet gunned for Dougie. "It was a fair fight." "Three on one, I would hardly think is fair." "No," Dougie pounded his finger on the front of Mieremet's shirt, like poking a hole in it, showing no fear, he barks, "two on one isn't fair, especially where a leather strap is concerned. So don't give me that shit!" "Yeah, you tell'em where to get off, Dougie!" Marat backed him up. "You!" Overriding Dougie and Marat, Mieremet geared his attention behind the two. "Get your pants on." "What's he want with Scottie-boy?" Dougie questioned Mieremet's motives. "None of your business." Scott spoke up, "It alright. I go." Going to put his shirt on, Mieremet warned Scott, "No need to put that on." Both Dougie and Marat questioned Scott about going along with Mieremet, but he insisted that they had enough trouble, so he went along peacefully. "I wonder what that was all about?" Marat questioned anyguy. "His nips," Dougie replied, as if not out of the ordinary. "His what?" "Nips. Scottie-boy likes'em played with." "This is about Scottie-boy having his nips played with?" Marat questioned. "Want to explain yourself?" "Sure. As I was fucking Scottie-boy's ass and man does he have a tight one... well, he told me he likes his nips played with." "So let me get this straight, Dougie. Reinken wants Scottie for his nips?" "Right." "Still don't get it," Marat reconciles anyway, throwing his hands up in the air." "Same reason Mieremet enjoyed working over my back with the leather strap this afternoon." Maclyn let's on, "They're sadists!" "What tha?" Marat replies, still questioning their motives. "It all adds up," Dougie replies. "Reinken could see he can't get his way with me, so he's taken Scottie-boy." "Have his way with you, Dougie?" Jason questions. "Why doesn't he have you taken away, like he took Scott?" "I didn't figure that out yet." Maclyn lets on, "Because he knows Scott will come along quietly?" "Yeah," Dario suggests, "as long as Scott gives him what he wants then Michaelis will lay off of the rest of us. What do you think about that guys?" They all agreed that could be the case. "But that leaves one loose end," Dougie presupposes. "And that would be?" Eliot asks. "Mieremet." They all agree with Dougie. "So," Dougie lets on to them, "I guess I'll have to take care of that bastard." Now they all want to know what Dougie has up his sleeve, or his pants leg? % "Here, put these on, Scott." "Yes, Sir," Scott agrees to putting leather cuffs around each of his wrists. "You want me to torture you, don't you?" "Yes, Sir." "You need pain. Love it, don't you boy?" "Yes, Sir." With each provocation, comes permission for Reinken to expand on his play with the eighteen year old beefy Asian. "I had a nice long conversation with your father." "What does he want?" Up until now, Reinken has seen the humble, agreeable side of Scott Tsutsumi. Now it's as if he has provoked him. "To surrender you to my will." Scott showed a sign of question, as he completed buckling a leather cuff to each wrist. Reinken then motioned for him to stretch his left wrist up, to couple the round metal hook over the metal prong sticking out of the side of a wooden beam. After that, he motions for Scott to repeat the action with him right wrist. Scott stands there, barechested, arms stretched upwards and outwards, with little tension left. As he continues talking, Reinken unbuckles Scott's belt, unzips his pants and lowers them. Equally, Scott takes the initiative to kick his sneakers off. He helps Reinken remove his pants, by lifting each leg. Ditto on the briefs. Soon Scott stands there in the buff. With a rope around each ankle, Reinken stretches Scott's legs out, so that his bod takes on the form of an `X'. "I knew it would come to this." "That your father doesn't give a shit about you?" "It's always been that way. He favored my brother more." "Isn't it always that way with being a step-brother, Scott?" "You knew?" "I have something to tell you, Scott." "What?" As if any more surprises would shock him. "Your father doesn't want you to come home to Japan, after summer camp." Feeling like two cents, Scott hung his head down, as if looking at his own stomach. "And that's why... if things work out, I've agreed to `adopt' you, so to speak." "Adopt me? How would that go, sir?" "Let's not get into the formalities. I think you can use some `fun' and I sure can use the entertainment. How about it?" "Sure," Scott said solemnly. Reinken showed a side of himself not visible today. Stepping up in front Scott, the twenty-six year old German lifted Scott's chin. He then placed his lips close, puckering up. % "So, Dougie, what are we going to do about Mieremet? The bastard!" "It's not what you're going to do, it's what I'm going to do." "No, wait. We're all in this together," Maclyn hinted both Marat and Dougie. "We can't afford that. If this should backfire, it'll fall onto me," Dougie clued them in. "I say we all do it together," Dario cited. "Yeah, all for one and one for all!" "Don't get `Mustketeer' on me, Jason." They all laughed at Dougie's joking manner. "Tell you what," Dougie continued, "let me take a crack at it and then if I fail, I'll leave it up to you guys." "What do you mean if you fail, Dougie?" Marat asks. "Mieremet's out for blood. I say we beat him at his own game. In case I fail, there's the rest of ya's." "So, what are you going to do, Dougie?" "I have an idea, but it depends on you guys and we've got to react quick. I'm sure after Mieremet delivers Scottie-boy, he'll be headed back here. I for one am not going to suffer any more beatings, unless... well I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." "Dougie's got a point there, guys," Maclyn initiates, "He'll go through each of us." "Mac's right," Ron acts on his behalf. "Mieremet's a bad seed." "Mieremet? What about Reinken Michaelis?" They're all amiff when Dougie replies, "No, he's different. He's not out for blood, like Mieremet." "How do you know that, Dougie?" "Because, Gil... guys, Reinken wanted Scott because he could see he could never have me. I was too much work." "Too much work?" Ron states. "You lost me, Dougie." "Listen, we don't have much time. He couldn't have me because I would have never given in. I'm tough!" They all giggle, acknowledging Dougie's views. "So, guys, he set Mieremet onto me, to," Dougie puts this in imaginary parenthesis, "to get rid of the `the problem'. Only he didn't. He only fueled the `problem'. If any of us wants to have a halfway decent summer, we've got to get rid of `our problem' and right now." "I'm with Dougie," Marat tells them all. "Thanks, bro," Dougie hugs the six foot Frenchman. "Too bad we're both tops," Marat kids, with the barechest-to-barechest hug. "Bend over. I can change that!" "Fuck you, Dougie!" Suddenly they hear footsteps near the screendoor. "Damn! It's too late!" Maclyn claims. Marat suggest, without discussion, "Into the showers!" The six guys hustle to the back of the cabin. "Good luck, man." Marat and Dougie bond. % A side of Reinken unseen, eighteen year old Scott Tsutsumi drinks in the German's kiss. In synchronicity, he is pleasured with hands playing on his chest. Breaking from the sweet, delicate lips, Scott sighs, "Feels so nice. Harder, please." Reinken breaks his hand free from mashing Scott's nips. "I have something `nicer', for your pleasuring." Rolling about, from the side, appears to be a red and grey set of draws, ones that an auto mechanic would have about his repair shop. Reinken zeros in on the second draw of the metal cabinet. Sliding it open, he selects a flat-edged clamp, chain attached and then the duplicate clamp attached to the other end. "For the pleasure of your nips?" Holding one clamp in his hand, he lets it dangle in front of Scott's face. "Um, would you mind blindfolding me, first?" Reinken loves the idea. Already Scott's pushing all the right buttons. As he's placing the leather hood over Scott's head, which will blot out all light, Scott adds, "Got a ball gag?" "Hell yeah!" The more than excited twenty-five year old yells out, hand feeling up his own churning balls. It was the make of leather hood that required a couple of snaps and the ball gag firmly kept Scott's mouth open, eventually muffling sounds. Out loud, Reinken stated, "You're my dream come true, Scott!" Holding up the chain of duple clamps, Reinken's pubes pulsate, in anticipation. After adjusting the two tension screws, he yells, `Hell with it," retracting each all the way, tossing them aside. As it stands, when he allows the clamps to grip each of Scott's nips, they will be at the fullest power. Their fullest potential to squeeze, capture the eighteen year old's nips, flattening them to nearly nothing. % "Hey, where is every....." Twenty-one year old James Mieremet didn't have a clue as to what to expect. In his mind, Dougie had his plans set. After contact of foot-to-crotch, the eighteen year old set about to pin the lusty-headed counselor to the bed. Soon a shoe-string noose encompassed each wrist. Knots completed the bondage. "Pay back time, Mieremet!" Dougie let on. Forseeing the predicament he was in, Mieremet starting to verbally protest, "You're in deep shit, Hazard. Let me up now and I'll go easy on you!" Dougie laughed his ass off, as he completed his own bondage arrangement, by untying Mieremet's own boot laces, retying them to the frame of the bed. Another brilliant idea struck. "Nah. I've already tasted `your' kind of justice, Mieremet. Now it's time to show you some of ours... You can come out not, guys!" One by one, led by Marat, the six boys from Buffalo Lodge appeared. "This is your plan, Dougie? Dumb plan," Marat quipped. All of the boys began questioning, seeing the shoelace bondage, as the twenty-one year old counselor lay on his stomach, on the bed. "Ok now. Time to put this Buffalo boy through hell. Who wants to fuck him first?" "Fuck?" Mieremet gasped, turning white. "Why don't you, Dougie?" "Oh no. I'm going after all you guys have used his ass!" Even though none of the guys paid attention, Mieremet tried some last ditch efforts, offering, "Hey, let's talk this over like men!" "Who me?" Gil questions. "I've never fucked a guy. I'm a total bottom." "That goes for me too," Ron clues them in. "Hey, anybody fuckin' listening to me?" Mieremet went unheeded. "Oh yeah?" Dougie says in a wry manner. "Tonight all of us are gonna fuck this bastard, if I have to stuff your cock up his ass, myself!" "I dunno," Jason replies to that. "Hmm," Gil reconsiders, "I guess if I never tried it, I'll never know if I liked it... or something like that!" The tops, Maclyn, Dario, Marat, along with Dougie, cheer the Canadian on. In fact, showing team spirit, Gil is elected to fuck first. "But I'm not ready yet." In no time Dario had Gil's 8.5c all pumped up and ready to insert. One last protest, the twenty-one year old counselor tried staking his claim, "Nooooo... I'm a top... I've never taken cock..." "I'm not sure now," Gil began to back down. But, with his shaft already pointed in the right direction, lined up with Mieremet's virgin ass, Dario paved the way, with a hard slap to Gil's ass. "Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Mieremet arched his back, as Dario became the force behind driving Gil's shaft, homeward bound. "Oooooooh....ooooh....oooooh," Gil prodded on, with Dario's help, as his cock sank deeper and deeper into the twenty-one year old's ass slot. Smiling at Dougie, Dario asked Dougie, "Want to hand me that lube?" Dougie handed the tube to Dario. Each fluttered their eyebrows. As if reading each other's mind, they smiled. Going for his second ejaculation this evening, Dario lubed up his cock, firming it as it got greasy. "Oh hot!" Gil belted out, as he felt a lubed finger slip in his ass. Soon, Mieremet was double-fucked, as Dario powerfucked Gil's ass. "Hey, let's keep the action going!" Dougie said, excitedly. "Implying?" Dario asked, wondering if what Dougie insinuated meant getting fucked. "You know what I didn't say," Dougie looked straight in the nineteen year olds eyes. "Okay, but go slow on my virgin ass!" Then, looking around the room, at all the firmed up pieces, Dario calls out, "You!" "Me?" Ron Hastings questioned. "Yeah, you. You're the shortest cock here." "I've got seven inches of cut meat. What's wrong with that?" "Seven, huh? I guess it'll do!" They all laughed at Dario. However, as the eighteen year old bottom sunk into Dario's chute, both discovered a whole new world of sexual activity, as the bottom fucked the top. After Ron became implanted in Dario's ass, Dougie appointed whom would follow who. Maclyn sunk into Ron, followed by Marat following him. "Hey," Marat called Dougie. Softly, as the others enjoyed their hot fucks, Marat teamed his lips up with Dougie's. "Looks like I'm falling for you man." "That makes two of us." Marat braced himself for Dougie's insertion. % The clamps bore down on Scott's nips. Reinken removed the ball gag, leaning in for a round of kisses. More than his eagle-spread captive, the counselor's cock dripped, oozing out whiny trails to the floor. "Oooooooooooh!" Scott sighed, as Reinken's hand pulled midchain. Stressed, Scott's nips pulled away from his chest, causing amazing amounts of pleasuring pain. Reaching down, with his vacant hand, Reinken grabbed his boy's balls. More electricity surged through Scott Tsutsumi's bod, sourcing from his pubes, outwards. "Oh shit!" Reinken called out. Breaking off from the sweet kissing, he watched the last remnants of his cum shooting out of his cock, now soiling Scott's black, pubic hair. "Oh fuck... oh fuck was that hot!" His hand finished up emptying cum out of his rod. Behind the mask, Scott was in his glory. His pain, pleasured Reinken enough to make him shoot his load. He kept it to himself that for the longest time he lived to have his body used for such a purpose as this. Scott couldn't recall how many fantasies he's endured, whereas he's put himself in bondage and dreamed of a hot man, as Reinken, submitting him to ungodly torments. As if in one of those artificial stimulants, Scott couldn't control his emotions. Reiken lay across the bed, having fallen on his ass, breathing hard, in recovery. Had Scott not been blindfolded, he would have witnessed shooting his own load straight out in front of him, ropes of cum catapulted all the way onto the bed in front of himself. "What tha?" Moving his arm from blocking his face from the ceiling light, Reinken watched as his eighteen year old bound captive shot his load onto the bed, landing on his knees, thighs and one shot mixing with his own spent load, bullseye down the length of his cock. In other situations, where Reinken has met with college or high school jocks, such action was followed by punishable courses of action. However, Reinken sensed something different here, with this boy. Almost as if blood mixing, to become bloodbrothers, the mixing of their oozing cock juices symbolised something else for Reinken. Pushing up on one elbow, his hand of his free arm felt up the viscosity of the two consistencies. Looking up at Scott's face, making doubly sure he couldn't view it, Reinken lifted the fingers to his mouth, tasting it. He scooped up a second fingerful and licked it as if a tasty treat. After completing the `rite', the twenty-six year old knew what he wanted. Rising up, he let whatever fluids drip off down him. First thing he did was unzip the back of the leather hood. Then he tore the eye-mask off, over his bound captive's head. As Scott grew accustomed to the light, Reinken took advantage of the moment to seize his lips again. While kissing, the counselor reached to the leather cuffs, lifting them up and over the hooks. More painful than the clamps, still clinging to his nips, Scott sighed out loud, the muscular pangs hitting, as his arms sagged. Reaching down, Reinken removed the ropes from around his ankles. "Come on," he ordered Scott. "Yes, sir," Scott replied, not knowing what direction he was meant to go in. Next to his bed, Reinken lit two candles. He turned off the main cabin light. After lying down on his back, he motion for Scott to enter his bed. "Come. Lie down here, next to me." "Don't you want to torture me some more?" "Yeah," Reinken said, in a wicked manner. With one swipe of his hand, he grabbed the middle of Scott's chained, clamped nips. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkk! Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" Scott cried out, as the clamps ripped off his pecs. "Feel good, boy?" "Y-yes, sir." "Come, sit on my stomach. I want to play with your body some more." "Yes, sir." His ass covered Reinken's navel. "Hands behind head and sit up straight." "Yes, sir." Neither had to inform each other that their cocks had reignited with the lust of the moment. Scott could already feel Reinken's snake at the back door, plus his own inching it's way up the middle of his counselor's obliques. Scott looked down. In the relection of the candlelight, Reinken could see Scott's swollen nips, but that didn't keep him from wanting to touch them. One of the hot spots, jock pecs, Reinken could torment for hours, a big turn on for himself. Scott was no exception. "Oooooooooooooh!" Scott sighed, trying to decipher if it was pain or pleasure he felt. Damned if his cock didn't outright rule his feelings, his churning balls calling the shots, as Reinken's fingers and thumbs mashed the sensitive nubs. A turn on for his master, Scott could tell, as he arched his back, taking it all in. "Yeah... yeaaaaaaah... take that nip torture!" Slightly sitting up, using his strength training, Reinken reached around Scott's waist and pinned the tip of his 12.5c between the eighteen year olds ass crack, as if anchoring a ship. Lifting his knees up, he caused a pushing action, his humongous balls launched towards Scott's ass. Like a chain reaction, the big orbs helped pressure the long, thick cock deep between Scott's ass and his own belly. Reinken didn't mind at all, when Scott took it upon himself to lean forwards, remove one hand from behind his head, place it around the over twelve inch barrel. Taking the projectile, the eighteen year old found his own target and then sank back down. Both males grunted, as Reinken's rod slowly began to impale Scott's ass. % Meanwhile, back at the Buffalo boys' cabin, seven cocks pounded one man's ass. Cursing to the hilt, the threats had long dissapated. Bound with his hands behind his back, there had been no other recourse other than bear it, hoping the gangbang would end sooner than later. Still, Mieremet ejected an occasional `you're gonna get it'! In all, it didn't deter the seven teens from following the pumping rhythm of the last member of the chain gang, Dougie Hazard. "Oooooh, you don't know how good it feels raping your ass, Mieremet!" Even though Dougie plowed Marat's. Symbolism played it's part. Man in front, Gil Eliot, knew how much of an impact the gangbang was playing. Turning his head around, he told Dario, "I-I can't get over how... `hot' it feels to have the inside of a man's ass surrounding my cock. Feels so awesome!" "Like you said yourself, you don't know how good something is til you try it, Gil!" "That's for damn sure." Switching his conversation from front to back, Dario asks, over his shoulder, "Feels nice, Ron. Keep it easy like." "Like I have control over it?" Ron told it like it is. With two behind himself, a cock up an ass, then up his ass, Ron Hastings hadn't much choice to how hard his own cock moved in and out of Dario's asshole. "Oooooh...Ooooooh.. I think I'm coming!" "Already, Marat?" Dougie questioned the man with his shaft buried in Ron's ass. "Can't keep it in!" "Tsk! Tsk!," Dougie teased, "You remember what Reinken said about owning our cocks, Marat?" "Well fuck that! I'm feeling so horny, I.. I......oooooh.. oooooh.. akh! akh! ooooooooooooooooh!" Dario grimaced as he suddenly felt the surge of Ron's cock pounding his ass interiors. "Ronnie!" "Like I have a choice, Dario... oooooh.. ooooh no.. oh no!" A chain reaction then occured. Ron, on the edge, incited Dario, whom did the same for Gil. Soon, all up and down the line, cannons fired. All except Dougie, whom was making the awesome feeling last. All wired up, Dougie pulled his 9c out and continued to manually keep it firm. He warned the other spent guys, "Outta my way. Time for a direct hit!" Literally pushing Gil away, popping his collapsed cock from Mieremet's ass, the Tenneesse-an jumped on the bed, pulling the counselor up to doggie position. What adrenaline will do, when it peaks! All of the boys, except Marat had lost interest. Standing there, cock still in hand, semi-flimsy, he cheered Dougie on. "Yeah! Fuck the bastard! Fuck his brains out!" Dougie half smiled at the French accent, trying to get the point across. Actually, no comments needed be given, as Dougie was doing quite well on his own. With his shoulders pinned to the mattress, ass high, Mieremet had no say in how hard Dougie raped his ass. Marat cheered his bud on, stroking his own cock, reentering momentum for another shooting session. Marat reached down, between Mieremet's legs and began stroking him off. Before long both sounded off, shooting their white goo all over the counselor's back. A delayed reaction came, as Mieremet shot his load. After pulling out, Dougie's rough hand, slapping hard against Mieremet's ass, caused a sharp crackling sound to ring out. "There ya go, Jimmy-boy!" Dougie made jest of Mieremet. "We're even!" % 03 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission. "The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!" T. Chase McPhee... circa 2005