Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 10:40:35 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Out In The Wild, Wild West 11

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" 11
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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A gunshot, in the air, halted the melee. Without use
of their hands, surely the fracas would have wound up
the same. However, the white men let it go the
distance, releasing their pent up emotions on the
roughhousing that had ensued, as a result of Inteus'
uproar to Kachada receiving a ball-beating from two of
their capturers. Subduing all of the braves, except
one, they surrounded the exception. The braves, all on
their knees, resecured with the poles behind their
necks, arms and wrists tied to the wooden binds, saw
their predicament, as futile to fight anymore. They
rested, knowing that they would again need to resume
their fate of walking to wherever their destination
had been set as. For their tormentors, they would have
the luxury of riding on horse, as the  bare feet of
the braves tred the landscape.

For the moment, though, the horsemen wandered away
from the tautly tied, captive braves. Originally set
at thirty-two men, most had left to hunt down
Cheyenne, Steve Connors, James West and Robert Birch.
They had figured Birch had already gone after West,
since he had been assigned full responsibility in the
capture and sequestering of West.

A few had been left to watch after the braves, however
a small group found their way to a clearing amoungst
the trees. There, they found their leader, Caligula,
entertaining Hastiin. Or maybe the other way around?

"Have you grown bored?" Caligula asked the three men.

Standing there, with one hand on his hip, the fully
naked, thirty-one year old man of chocolate skin,
stood. His six foot, four inch frame, held nicely
together by two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle,
had been highlighted by his free hand stroking his
twelve inches of cut meat. The three gawked at the
beauty of the man,more astounded by his endowment.

"Maybe a piece of the action?"

"Um, I wouldn't count on it, Buck," Chuck replied.

The twenty-four year old stepped too close, to where
Caligula stood, rubbing his pent up erection. As if
invading a territory, Buck wound up flying through the
air, as Caligula made his point, protecting what was
his.

Bending in half, Ben Logan reached down, offering his
hand, saying, "You okay, Buck?"

"Yeah, I'm alright," he responded, rubbing his jaw,
taking his bud's hand.

Chuck laughing, told him, "Told you not to mess with
him, didn't I?"

Being young, possibly a bit immature, Buck fessed up,
"I'll say!"

Heading back down the path from where they came, the
three resigned to using whatever they could get from
the litter of braves. However, none of the braves
would be experiencing the hell Hastiin was being put
through.

"You will learn to suck me, boy!"

Hastiin knew some of the white man's language. For
sure, he realized the implication Caligula set forth,
stroking his thick, twelve inch meaty cock. With much
bravery and self indignation, Hastiin knew what was at
stake, utilizing his strong will of resistance. He
wasn't about to give in to Caligula's threats or
warnings.

However, Caligula saw this as another challenge to
break the indian brave. It wouldn't be the first man
that he's broken and most likely not the last. For the
moment, he focused on the hard willed brave.

Gone had been the wooden brace that lined the other
brave's shoulders. Instead, Hastiin's five foot, ten
inch frame stood, tied eagle-spread to the trees. His
long, black hair hung down, shoulder length. The other
hair on his body stood out under his arms, his pubes
and the tight trail that connected his navel to the
wiry hair around his nine inch manhood and lightly
covering his large globes.

Caligula had been in the process of pounding two
stakes into the ground, slightly behind where Hastiin
hung by his bound wrists. Taking a leather lace, he
tied it around Hastiin's right ankle. Next, pulling it
outwards and back, he tied it to one of the stakes.
Repeating the action, but using much more force, he
stretched Hastiin's left foot back and outstretched.
It took more muscle to bind it to the other stake.
When completed, he stood in front of the brave,
admiring how the bondage position left Hastiin's
endowment to hang freely, untouched by his slightly
hairy thighs.

"You 'will' be submitting to me, boy!"

Hastiin replied nastily, something which Caligula
could not understand, but derived pleasure in hearing
the resistance in Hastiin's voice.

Going to the side, Caligula released one of the ropes.
A master of not only bondage, submission, torture and
other disciplines, Caligula had a vast knowledge of
many other things. One rope controlled the system of
pulleys that allowed both of the ropes, attached to
Hastiin's wrists, to slack. Even though they remained
outstretched, in opposite directions, his body
lowered, moving forwards. Soon his spine formed a
slight curve, as he moved to face the ground. Tying
off the rope, Caligula came to stand right in front of
Hastiin.

"Almost," Caligula replied to his own assumption.

Hastiin's head wasn't low enough, according to
Caligula's plans for total submission to sucking his
cock. Loosening the rope once more, he let it run
through the pulley system.

Grunting, Hastiin's body came to a halt. It's not the
bondage position his body took up that bothered him.
He could take the pain of anything his captor dealt
out, but would not shame himself in tasting the dark
meat. He had too much pride in himself to surrender,
no matter what the price.

Before Caligula even offered his meat to Hastiin's
lips, he opened the lid of the large wooden chest,
planted on the ground in front of them and lifted out
a long, leather strap. Walking to where Hastiin's head
hung down, he grabbed the indian scalp. From
experience, Caligula knew that part of the enjoyment
of breaking a boy had been to terrorize, visually, and
this step of his plan he unleashed on Hastiin.

But, Hastiin showed Caligula no pleasure, keeping a
stiff upper lip, after he spit on the wide leather
strap held before him. This only made Caligula smile
more. He pictured in his mind the time that would come
when Hastiin would be freely licking his feet!

Showing his resistance to being whipped across the
back ten times, gave Caligula encouragement to pour on
the pain. Returning from his wooden chest of delights,
he carried a chained device. Standing to the side of
Hastiin's pubic region, he reached underneath to find
his orbs. Placing the leather piece around the base,
he fastened it in place. He stepped back to look at
the separate sacs, joined as one, snuggled together by
the leather bondage. Three chains hung down, which had
been hooked to the leather ball collar.

Hastiin, gaining a bit of apprehension, watched as
Caligula's chocolate brown ass stood up, Caligula
bending to fetch something else from the chest.
Hastiin had hoped to resumed his down trodden facial
position before Caligula had turned around.

Caligula didn't need to catch Hastiin looking at him.
He knew, by the welted, sweating body of his captive,
that he had already began to give in, even if by a
fraction's worth. In his hand, Caligula carried a two
pound weight. Instead of making it visible, he went
right to his task of attaching it to the end of the
three chains, dropping it. He grinned, knowing of the
message it beheld, as it bounced, then came to a halt,
swinging moderately.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Gnnnnnnnnnnn! Akk!"

Hastiin had never known pain like this, in all his
life, as the feeling of having his ballsacs stretching
far from his cock. The torment included being able to
see beyond his mostly taut body and the edge of his
hairy balls, beyond his tight abs. It made his back
arch and as it did, he picked his head up. Directly in
front of him, stood Caligula. One hand was on his hip,
as his other hand held the barrel of his twelve inch
cock. As much as he wanted the pain in his balls to
stop, he lowered his head.

Either way, Caligula was winning. Either way, he knew
he'd get his way. Either way, he would thrive on the
pain that Hastiin absorbed or the point at which the
brave would give in, surrendering himself to taking
his manhood down his throat. Caligula's wooden chest
held enough of a variety of torturing tools that could
turn any man's will to his!

%

Robert Birch had his own little game in progress. From
their first encounter, Robert detected some of James
West's pleasures. The foremost, had been stuffing his
ten inch pleasure rod into James' soft, hot ass chute.
>From rumor, which he found to be truth, he wanted to
find out from himself just how far he could go to
pleasure James with sweet pain. He also added some of
his own areas of enjoyment, humiliation and cum
control. James West wouldn't be the first man that
he's controlled, just by the will of the need to shoot
his load and the prevention of the major eruption.

"Bet you want to cum real bad, don't you James?"

"Oh yeah....akkkkkkk!" James said softly, then cried
out as Robert slapped him across the jaw.

"Respect, James?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, I want to cum so bad."

Robert drew back, an evil grin donning his face. He
knew James would have to do better than that!

%

Regardless of the position of top or bottom, the young
braves had been used randomly to satisfy the needs of
their captors.

Etu felt such grief for Ciqala, figuring he had
suffered enough, with the brand on his chest. However,
the nineteen year old had to lie there, helpless to
help Ciqala or himself, as the two suffered getting
their asses stretched by the two white men behind
them. Being a survivor, ousted from his own people, he
began to develop a fond relationship with the eighteen
year old. His compassion had been drawn from more than
the branded chest, but a deep love ensued and he
sensed a closeness to Ciqala that had never invaded
his senses. To lie there, a cock up his own ass,
penetrating his spincter, to see his topman receiving
the same, hurt him in more ways than one. In his
native tongue, he called out to the men to stop their
brutal rape. They stopped alright.

"Hey, Ben, I think this boy here just called you a
fucker?"

"Hee hee... ain't that what we are, Chuck?" Ben
responded, even though it wasn't directed to him.

Next to the two, twenty-four year old Buck Johnson
lay, almost on top of Tocho, pounding his twenty-one
year old ass.

"I don't like the way he said it, if you know what I
mean?"

"Yeah, I get it. C'mon, let's have some fun," Ben
said, winking.

"Can't you guys just settle for a nice hot ass chute?"

However, Buck knew the sadistic side the two had. He
even felt sorry for what he knew the indian brave
would be treated to, but kept his mouth shut and
continued pleasuring his cock. He did watch, with a
small sense of pity, as Chuck pulled the brave up from
the log he was bent over.

"Want me to hold him first, Chuck?"

"Hell yeah!" Chuck called out.

Already stripped from the waist down, except for his
boots, the twenty-six year old peeled off his shirt,
already unbuttoned. From the half hour of fucking
Etu's ass, the sun reflected from his sweaty skin. He
looked up at Etu, grinning at the fright in the
nineteen year old's eyes.

Etu's eyes shone with fright, as the nineteen year old
stood there, arms in disarray, as Ben held him in
bondage. The position of Ben's arms, woven under
Etu's, then hands clasped behind the neck, caused the
brave's body to stretch upwards and slightly back. It
tightened every muscle in Etu's stomach. Even though
he hadn't the ripped abs look that some of the braves
possessed, Etu's gut had a recessed appearance.

"Hold'em tight now, Ben."

"Oh, don't worry, Chuck. I got him!" Ben replied, with
an adrenaline rush of anticipation.

Buck slowed his pace, as he turned slightly to watch
Chuck and Ben, readying to cause the brave torment. He
gazed back to where Ciqala stood, his back to a tree,
rope tied round both his body and the trunk. The
twenty-four year old sensed some sympathy for the
brave. It's obviously the two had been connected in
some way. Buck began to have flashbacks of a guy he
once knew that he loved with all his heart.

"Uggggggghhhhhgnnnnn!" Etu cried out.

Buck's attention drew from Ciqala's sudden contortion
of his face, to Etu, whom had just belched out from
the gut punch Chuck had delivered.

"Good one, Chuck, but is that the best you can do?"
Ben replied, with the suggestion.

"Best, Ben? Shit! I'm just starting to warm up!"

With a laugh, Chuck put a hand on Etu's chest and
delivered a hard upper right to his stomach.

"Oh fuck, almost felt like you punched my gut!"

"Oh yeah? Hell, feel this one!"

Even though the nineteen year old brave had two
gutpunches to his body, his head hung down to almost
his chest. He breathed heavily, his body sweating
profusely.

"Ooooohuuuuughhhh!"

Chuck's next heave into Etu's abs caused Ben to almost
fall over, clutching the brave in the full nelson
position. It caused his hands to break their holding
action. Half of Etu's body collapsed.

"Oh no you don't!" Chuck exclaimed.

Reaching under Etu's slacking, right arm, Chuck
lifted, circling around behind him.

"C'mon, Ben. Show me what you can do!"

"Fuck yeah!"

Buck started to feel sick.

"Why don't you guys just leave him the hell alone.
He's had enough."

It had been no secret between the three that Ben and
Buck didn't exactly cherish a fond love for each
other. More, far from it.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up, Buck, unless you
want to take his place!" Ben yelled back, rubbing his
right fist with the palm of his left hand.

This had become an ongoing fued between Ben and Buck,
since Ben came on board with the gang. Chuck Strong
had become Buck Johnson's friend six months earlier
and they had bonded, as friends. However, when Ben
came along, Chuck developed something more than a
friendship with the twenty-five year old.
The twenty-four year old turned his attention back to
using Tocho's ass, but when Etu cried out again, both
the sound of Ben's fist hitting the brave's stomach,
the crying out of pain and then the glance to Ciqala,
his head hanging down, resorting to shaking it back
and forth at the futility of the torture, drove Buck
into a decision.

First, Tocho, who knew some of the white man's
language, had understood what they had talked about;
the contest Ben had proposed.

"You... you help us?" Tocho said to Buck, as the
fucking action trickled to a slight move.

"Shut up," is all Buck said.

However, Buck's attention span had drifted away from
his cock sunk into Tocho's ass. Instead, it had been
trained to that of Ben sinking his fist, for the sixth
time, into Etu's stomach.

"He's done for," Ben reported.

Letting Etu out of the bound position, the brave fell
to his knees, then over onto the ground, the front of
his body making a pounding sound, as it hit the dirt.
Chuck leaned over, took Etu's hair in his hand and
picked up his head. His eyes shut, he detected him
still breathing.

He cheerfully reported, "Eh, give him an hour to rest
and he'll be ready for another round."

"In the mean time, let's have a go at some fresh
meat?"

Ben already eyed up Ciqala, bound to the tree. Chuck,
turning his head in Ben's direction, felt the
twitching in his cock. Standing, he rubbed his fist,
wanting to feel it pounding the braves taut abs. Soon
the two stood there in front of the eighteen year old.


"You want to take him first?" Chuck asked Ben.

"He's all trussed up. No reason why we can't both go
at'em," Ben replied, pressing into Ciqala's abs,
sensing the tightness.

"Can't you just fuck the guy and let it go at that?"

"Why don't you just mind your own 'fucking' business,
Buck?"

This time, Chuck stepped in between the two.

"Hey, look, Buck didn't mean anything by it, Ben,"
Chuck tried to dispell the disagreement.

Tocho followed their conversation, but made like he
didn't understand a word of it.

"I don't see where you take such great pleasure in
torturing a man," Buck defended himself.

"You're such a wimp, Buck," Is all Ben told him.

Chuck tried to ease Buck's mind, by saying, "C'mon
Ben, let's go use one of the other indians. I've seen
some of them and they got some hot stomachs to work."

However, Ben stood to torment Buck's emotions more, to
see where it would provoke him.

"Nah. I've got my set on this one. Bet his stomach can
take twenty or thirty punches."

"Ughhhhhhhhh!" Ciqala cried out, as Ben began the gut
torture.

With his nearly totally soft cock pulled from Tocho's
ass, Buck moves over to where Ben had moved back,
waiting for Ciqala to recover, before sinking his fist
into his gut for the second time. In a burst of
courage, Buck pulls Ben's arm back, snagging it behind
his back.

"I 'said' that's enough!" Buck warns Ben.

"Shit it is!" Ben yells out, annoyed by Buck's
response.

A scuffle breaks out.

"Hey guys, this is...."

Chuck tries to step in between, but he sees now how
this has developed into a gentlemen's disagreement. He
moves back, letting the two have it out, even though
he suspects he knows what the outcome will be. That is
if they don't get caught by Caligula.

"Stop this at once!"

'Uh oh,' Chuck thinks to himself, 'too late!'

More than the sound of Caligula's booming voice brings
the physical disagreement to a halt. Not only is
Chuck, Ben and Buck looking ahead of them, but Ciqala
and Tocho take on the view.

There Caligula stands tall, holding a chain, as if a
leash. Around Hastiin's neck is a metal ring, which
the lead has been attached. To his wrists have been
attached the same, chained together and then linked to
the collar. A small black collar, seemingly made of
leather is around his cock and balls, separating the
two. Then, it is drawn up between Hastiin's balls.
Through his nips are metal rings, piercing each.
Caligula puts a hand on Hastiin's shoulder.

He dictates, "Down, slave."

Hastiin sinks to his knees.

"What is this about?" Caligula demands, in an astute
manner.

"Um," Ben starts out, "nothing."

He winds up doubled on the ground, fetal position,
after Caligula's boot hammers his crotch. Chuck bends,
squatting, to comfort him.

"You will learn not to lie to Caligula," the mighty
brown man directs to Ben. Then, turning to Buck, he
asks, "you tell me what the truth is?"

Buck swallows, then with a slight fear, continues,
"Um, you see Caligula, I was minding my own," then
Buck realizes he wasn't minding his own business and
reports, "um, I wasn't really minding my own business
and..."

Caligula, not a man without pity nor amusement,
smirks. He continues to listen to Buck's account.

"...I was fucking this indian here and it looked
like... well, you see I've been there myself and know
what it's like to like a guy..."

Very taken with Buck's account, Caligula crosses his
arms, interested in the story.

"... um, like in loving him?" Buck pauses.

"Go on," Caligula relaxes his pose.

"Well, them two," he paused again, realizing he
implicated Chuck as well, which from a friendship
point of view, bothered him, continued, "started
beating the indian.... over there, on the ground and I
sensed this one here," Buck pointed to Ciqala, bound
to the tree, "is like his man. Like they love each
other or something and I couldn't stand to watch this
one hurting while the guy he cares for got beat."

All of them waited for Caligula to speak. He stood
there, as if thinking.

Buck added, "I don't suppose you can understand what I
mean, Caligula. I once had a guy I loved... liked...."

That got a small response from Caligula.

Continuing, Buck said, "and I know if I had to watch
him getting a beating like that. Don't you have any
emotions, Caligula?"

Realizing what he had just accused Caligula of, Buck
tried apologizing. He felt worse when Caligula
approached him, dragging Hastiin along, at the end of
the lead.

"Caligula understand."

Buck sensed the tall brown man actually had a heart.
Something rarely seen in the man whom had often been
portrayed over and over as a mean, sadistic ogre. Buck
hoped he was in the clear, but was willing to submit
to any wrong doing. After all, he had been a part of
this fracas.

Caligula called out to a band of the other men, "You
four... put these men in chains!"

Ben and Chuck began to protest. However, Buck looked
first to Ciqala, then to Etu, who lay out on the
ground.

"No," Caligula interrupted them, "this one, leave with
me."

The four men hauled off Chuck and Ben, leaving Buck
behind. Caligula, still leading Hastiin around as if a
dog, walked over to where Etu lay, faced down. He
picked up his head.

"He is still alive. You will be responsible for this
one, Buck."

Caligula didn't say anything more, but walked off into
another direction, pulling Hastiin to his feet and
leading his slaveboy.

%

Continued.....

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