returned to the barn with his video equipment and set it up. He
placed his camera about fifteen feet from where he planned to stage his
porno movie staring his step-son, himself and the giant recruit.
His camera was mounted on a tripod which he adjusted in height and
distance to get all of Dwayne, hanging from the rafter, into the
* * * * * * *
“How sweet is
this?” exclaimed Sidney. All our cameras had to be hidden back
up under a rafter. Now he sets his camera up, and we have an even
closer, ground level shot of the action. We have one more camera
shooting this than was used to shoot ‘I Love Lucy.’ Also, each of
you owes me a blow-job.” he grinned with animated wickedness.
“Won’t cause me
no grief.” I told him laughing.
“See my boss
about any collections.” Said Sticker. We all laughed.
* * * * * * *
untied the rope to the pulley and lowered Dwayne. The boy fell to
his knees automatically because of the time he’d been left standing
only on the tips of his toes exhausted him. The Colonel told
Dwayne to hold his wrists up. Dwayne complied and the Colonel
proceeded to untie the rawhide leather pieces. They were cutting
into Dwayne’s wrist, and the Colonel didn’t want to risk his wife
seeing those marks on her son. He didn’t want her asking
questions. He reached into a bag he brought with him and brought
out two soft, fur lined, leather wrist cuffs he put on Dwayne and
them into place. He then locked them together with a slip-clip he
brought to be used in the ‘D’ rings on each cuff.
“It’s time we
got down to business here, boy. I’m leaving your hands undone
for right now because you’ve shown some effort this evening in
cooperating with me. Compliance gains you small rewards.
The more you comply the more trust you gain for yourself. Got
Sir! Thank you, Sir” Dwayne answered rubbing his wrist.
unzipped his coveralls to his crotch once more. He whipped out
his dick and just snapped his fingers at Dwayne. Dwayne wanted to
comply worse than anything, he wanted the Colonel’s dick so badly
he could taste it in his mouth; however, that same small voice in his
head told him, ‘Make him force you, Dwayne.’ Dwayne didn’t
move. He could see the Colonel was getting angry.
Please, Sir! Don’t make me do this! As much as you might
think I’m a faggot, I’m not, Sir!”
into you? What’s come over you, boy? You obey me one minute
and defy me the next? Is that part of your new found pride?
You can have all the pride you can carry around with you, but you’re
still gonna’ suck my dick ‘til you get it good’n hard. Then I’m
gonna’ fuck you’re butt until it’s raw before I get my rocks off deep
inside your faggot ass.” Barked the Colonel obviously very angry
with his step-son.
slapped Dwayne hard across his face, but not hard enough to leave a
print. It got Dwayne’s attention and respect. The Colonel
grabbed him by the hair of his head and pulled Dwayne to his crotch.
“Now, chow down,
cocksucker! That’s all you’re good for anyway!”
reach down, took his big dick in his hand an shoved it into Dwayne’s
mouth. Dwayne figured he’d given a pretty good performance, but
now he was going to enjoy the Colonel’s fine dick. He sucked and
sucked as the Colonel got harder and harder. He still had hold of
Dwayne’s hair and was pulling him on and off his cock with it. He
was shoving his big cock more and more down the boy’s throat, until his
hitting Dwayne’s lips. Dwayne wanted to just give in as he’d done
so many times before and try to please the man standing before him, but
he remained restrained. He let the Colonel satisfy his sadistic
rage and fuck his face harder and harder. He finally pulled out,
took his cock in his hand and once again began to cock whip Dwayne’s
face. Dwayne tried to pull away this time, but the Colonel had a
firm, tight grip on his hair and kept pulling him back into range of
the onslaught from his big dick.
my come right now, boy. I’m saving it for your ass. Git chur’
hands up here, boy!” He ordered.
his hands with his wrist together. The Colonel reached into one of his
pockets and got a slip-clip. He clipped Dwayne’s wrist together
with one end of the clip, order him up and led him by his neck-rope
over to the rope on the pulley. This time he tied the rope to,
what looked like to Dwayne, a garage door spring. He clipped the other
end of the slip-clip to the other end of the garage door spring. He
pulled Dwayne up, stretching the garage door spring until the weight of
Dwayne’s body couldn’t resist the tension of the big spring and he was
pulled up with it. The Colonel didn’t stop until Dwayne could
only touch the floor with the front portion of his feet. Dwayne
couldn’t set the heels of his feet on the floor. When the Colonel
was satisfied he tied off the end to a beam.
now jump for me!”
Sir!” Dwayne replied as he tried to jump off his feet.
surprise the heavy-duty spring counteracted his own mass, and he was
raised a couple of feet into the air; then, he came bouncing down, but
not like he’d fallen. It more or less let him down swiftly but surely,
to the front of his feet. If he bounced real high he could touch his
feet to the floor and get an even higher bounce the next time. It was a
really neat feeling except for his arms being strung up; however, as
sadistic as the Colonel was, he never let Dwayne hang too long from the
rafters. He would string Dwayne up, fuck him, then let him down.
When he left Dwayne alone in the barn for longer periods of time he
would have him sit on an old horse blanket on some hay in one of the
horse stalls and secure
him to a post.
“You like that,
don’cha,’ queer-boy?” the Colonel said with wicked grin.
Sir!” Dwayne replied, but this time he really meant it. ‘Hell, if
I gotta’ be strung up and abused, it may as well be fun!’ he thought to
himself. He could swear he heard another small voice laugh
somewhere. Was it in his head?
turned him sideways so his camera would get the best shot of him
fucking Dwayne. He reached into his bag again and brought out a clean
towel. He placed his thumb and forefinger of his right hand
around the base of Dwayne’s plug, and without warning simply popped it
out of the boy’s ass into the waiting towel.
“Do you feel
empty now, faggot?”
I’ll put it back after I fuck you. It won’t be as big a problem for you
as the first time the recruit put it in. Here, I’ll show you!”
placed the tip of the big plug against Dwayne’s ass and popped it back
in as easily as he took it out. Dwayne gasped for air, but he had
to admit to himself, the sensation was wonderful, and once again he
felt comfortably full. It also made him realize the Colonel’s big dick
wouldn’t hurt him when he took him and he could start to enjoy the
Colonel fucking him right away.
‘Don’t get much
sweeter’n ‘nat.’ Dwayne thought to himself wickedly.
little bit spoke to him, ‘don’t enjoy it too much. Remember, you’re
suppose to be a thespian.’ The voice let the word thespian role off its
‘Wait a minute!’
Dwayne thought, ‘What the Hell does ‘thespian’ mean? I ain’t never
heard me no word like that before? How could I think of a word I
brother, I’m sending you my thoughts. ‘Thespian’ means actor. You’re
supposed to be act-ting, not enjoying this!’ the voice chastised
him. He didn’t have to guess who ‘little bit’ was. Dwayne didn’t
question the voice, he just accepted it. Why was Dwayne not
surprised? He knew his little brother was way beyond smart,— but
this,— what the Hell, why not?
‘Damn it, little
bit, why didn’t chu’ just say actor!’ he shot back at the small
voice. He heard it giggle.
‘Sorry.’ It said
remorsefully, ‘I love you, bubba.’ the voice said shyly.
‘I’s got the
git-down-scratch-my-itch-home-boy kinda love fer you, too, little
brother. You been s’damn good to me, but if’n you can hear my
thoughts, ya’ gotta’ know how I feel about chu.’
‘I can’t hear
you all the time. It doesn’t work like that. I have to really, really
concentrate. I have to go into kind of a trace-like state. I sort of
leave my body and wander around outside. I been visit’n witcha’ off and
on when I got the chance and no one was looking. I feigned a headache
and went into one of the bedrooms upstairs to listen to you for a
while. I’ve taught Casey to operate the cameras, and he gotten almost
as good as me. By the way, big
brother, I love that damn spring, and that plug feels really swell in
your butt, no pun intended. My old dick ain’t been soft since you
started getting your first enema. I know Casey’s ain’t been,
neither. Mr. Wiggins thinks we’re two perverts to end all
perverts.’ Dwayne heard Sidney’s laugh in his brain.
‘You mean you
can feel what I’m feeling as well as hear me?’
‘Only when I
really, really set my mind to it. I wanted to feel what you were
feeling as well. I wanted to be there with you, bubba. I wanted to be
there for you. Have I been in your way? Do you want me to leave?’
no! It was you what helped me git through them Goddamned enemas,
‘I only helped a
little bit, bubba,— you done the rest. I just kept telling you, you
could do it, s’all. Jes’ take a little bit more, bubba, you can
do it! Wait a minute! Casey jes’asked me a question; be back in a
* * * * * * *
little brother? You’re eyes looked like you left your body,— they
glazed over for a minute and you were looking off into space.”
“Oh, I do that
sometimes when I’m really concentrating on something. I mean no
disrespect, big brother, you know I love you,— but would mind
leave’n me be for a jes’ a few minutes and monitor the recording for
brother. Just wanted to know if’n you’s all right, s’all.”
I’m fine.” Sidney replied and immediately the same glazed, empty
look came over his face. Casey shook his head and walked over to
“Don’t feel bad,
Casey.” spoke Mr. Wiggins, “He does that sometimes. We used to
worry about it, but he always assures us he’s okay. We’ve just
gotten use to it. Just let him be for a while,— we do. His dad
and I call it his ‘time outs’ because he’s out of it and into some
other time zone. He’s all right. He’ll snap out of it in a minute or
two,— sometimes, longer. We have no earthy idea what goes on in that
kid’s head sometimes. God only knows what that brain of his is up
to. Sidney and I don’t even try to guess where he’s gone anymore,
we’re so use to it. It’s almost like he goes somewhere else for a
while, but he won’t tell us why he does it.”
* * * * * * *
‘I’m back, big
brother. Can I hang around for the Colonel’s fuck?’
‘Sure, love to
have ya’ along for the ride.’ Dwayne almost laughed, ‘What’s he
‘I wanted him to
leave you alone for a minute so’s we could talk. I jes’ put a thought
into his head to look for something in his bag. He’s looking for it,
but I won’t let him see it until I’m ready for him to. It’s a
neat little trick I learned. Now, I’m gonna’ let him find it so’s
he can start fucking us. I can’t wait no more, bubba.’
little brother! Cowboy up!’
wait to feel the Colonel’s dick up his butt. His own dick
remained hopelessly erect.
‘My dick has a
mind of its own. It’s definitely one area of my acting debut what needs
some work.’ he thought.
‘Want me to make
it go down for ya’?’ he heard little bit ask.
‘You do and
you’re a deadman the next time I see you!’ Dwayne heard Sidney
‘It does feel
mighty damn good. I love your dick, bubba. You got a mighty fine,
sweet tasting, cowboy dick. Humm,— makes me mouth water jes’
think’n ‘bout it.’
‘Yours ain’t to
damn shabby, neither, little bit;— big ole snake, too!’ Dwayne
‘Okay, I let him
find the dog collar he wants to put around your neck. It has your name
printed on it and it says, this faggot belongs to Colonel Brad
Dunbar. Damn,— that’s hot!’ said Sidney.
‘Oh, God, my
dick couldn’t get no harder, little bro!’ replied Dwayne.
collar makes you officially my property, faggot. Guess what the tag on
it says?” the Colonel challenged Dwayne.
Sir! Thank you, Sir! I’d guess it might say, ‘This
worthless faggot belongs to Colonel Brad Dunbar, Sir!’
The Colonel was
a little taken aback, but the boy didn’t guess it completely right.
“Even though you
are a worthless piece of shit, I left that word out. It was a
pretty damn close guess, asswipe! I think you’re beginning to
understand this is what your future is gonna’ be; it’s what you need;
it’s where you belong; this is what you were meant to be in life.
You’re beginning to think like a slave.”
“That is so damn
hot, bubba! If he don’t stop talk’n like that I’m gonna’ come in my
chair.’ Sidney laughed.
Now, shut up, little bit,— and let’s get us in some damn good ass
fuck’n. Work with me, here.’
‘I’m here,’ big
bro! Take that man’s big dick up yore’ ass like a pro!’
‘If’n you don’t
shut up, you’re gonna’ make me laugh and queer the whole damn
thing. That pun was intended, little brother,— jes’ fer you!’
Once again he
heard Sidney laugh as they both felt the Colonel’s big dick slammed
into his brother’s asshole.
Sidney let out
an ‘ooofff’ sound while sitting in his chair staring off into
space. Mr. Wiggins just shook his head at Casey, telling him not
to do anything,— just let him be. Sidney let Dwayne be alone with
his thoughts and wouldn’t talk to him unless he was asked to. He
wanted this to all be for his big brother, but he couldn’t help going
along for the ride. It was just too damn tempting.
Damnation! The Colonel took his big brother so hard, but his big
dick felt so damn good inside Dwayne!
started to fuck Dwayne’s ass with a vengeance. Every stroke into
Dwayne’s ass would lift the boy well off his feet and slam him back to
the base of the Colonel’s dick. This feeling was more than just good.
He felt like he was riding the Cadillac of rough, mean-ass fucks. The
Colonel was really pouring on the rough part. The only thing
was, the harder he fucked Dwayne the better he liked it. Dwayne
began to wonder if he could ever fuck him mean enough to satisfy him.
It became almost an ethereal feeling.
‘If it only it
was Lamar fuck’n me.’ Dwayne thought. ‘How sweet would that be,
chu’ wish for, big brother.’ He heard in his head.
‘I know,— you’re
right. Is this a small piece of heaven or what?’
wildest damn thing you’ve ever felt in your life, big brother, and you
know it! It’s the greatest sensation I’ve ever experience, I
guaran-damn-tee ya.’ Disney World ain’t got no ride to compare with
this one. For all his pompous arrogance and military bullshit,
the Colonel is an E-ticket ride for sure! Ride that big dick,
cowboy! Ride ‘em down hard, buckaroo!’ Dwayne could
tell Sidney wasn’t kidding. He was really getting into the experience
and began to fully understand Dwayne’s addiction to the Colonel.
The Colonel slowed his fucking to some deep penetrating strokes.
He would let his cock slip completely out of Dwayne’s ass and then
burst his sphincter open hard with a huge thrust all the way to the
‘If he don’t
stop that,— I’m gonna’ come, little bit!’ Dwayne shouted to
‘I can feel it
building up in you. Damn, bubba, it feels so good! Do you
want more? I can make him hold it in you for a minute ‘til it
‘Oh, Hell yes, I
want more! Are you kidding? Of course I want more! Does the
Pope poop holy shit? Don’t ‘chu want some more? If this is gonna’
be his last fuck, let’s send him up the river with best damn fuck’n we
can give‘em, little bit! Let’s give him the fuck of his
lifetime! Let him rot in a damn prison and jack-off every night think’n
on this fuck! What say, bubba?’
agree with ya’ more, big bro!’
All of a sudden
the Colonel stopped fucking Dwayne with his cock firmly planted deep
within the boy’s butt.
“I don’t want
chu’ to shoot yet, faggot. I’ll hold off for a minute to let you
get yourself together.”
grateful for the temporary respite. The Colonel didn’t say
anything. Then he slowly but surely began to fuck Dwayne again.
This time it was like he was fucking Dwayne for himself. The boy
could feel his body shake with each thoughtful stroke. It, too, was
terribly sensual, but it was different somehow. This was a loving
kind of fucking, it had some care behind it; something Dwayne knew the
Colonel was incapable of.
little bit!’ he yelled in his brain, ‘Get out a’his head and stop
fuck’n me! I appreciate the thought, little bro,— you feel mighty fine
fucking me with his dick, but I’d much rather it be yours when we do
it. Notice I didn’t say, ‘if.’ Dwayne chuckled in his mind.
brother. I just couldn’t resist seeing how it felt for him.
Then I wanted it to be me fucking you so I took over for a minute.
Your ass feels so damn good, brother. Don’t worry, he won’t
remember a thing. You’re pretty damn sharp, Dwayne, to have
noticed the difference. I knew you would.’ Sidney giggled.
bit, you were fuck’n me with love! He ain’t got no love in
him. We may never get another chance to get fucked by a Devil
like him again. Someone told me once, the crazier a man is the
better fuck he is. It’s fer damn sure we got us a crazy man,
here! Let’s use him, little buddy! Hell, he’s used me long
enough. Let’s give him a little of his own medicine. Cowboy up! Let’s
ride this damn pony. Let him run with it, little bit! I promise,
you’ll be glad ju’ did. My giant was right,— he’s one Hell of a
fuck! By the way, where is my giant, little bit?’
Sidney laughed, ‘He’s almost through cleaning himself. He’s on his last
bag. I’m helping a little, but he’s a strong man. He can do it own his
on. Ever’ time he thinks he can’t take no more he starts thinking about
you, how good and brave you took it, and he takes a little more. I
think he’s in love with you, bubba.’
‘Now you know
why I call him ‘my’ giant. I think I’m in love with him, too.’
pulled completely out of Dwayne. He turned the boy to face him,
reached behind him and started pulling Dwayne away from underneath the
pulley. Dwayne’s feet were off the floor and the Colonel was raising
“Lock your leg
around my waist, boy!” he ordered Dwayne.
Dwayne did as he
was ordered and the minute he did, the Colonel drove his dick home to
the base into Dwayne’s ass. Dwayne pulled him further into him
with his legs. This was too fucking much! The Colonel would fuck
him and the spring would allow Dwayne to ride the man’s cock like it
was a ride on a monorail. The Colonel continued to fuck him
that way for quite a while and Dwayne allowed his brain to float in a
sea of ecstacy. He imagined his little brother floating along
beside him holding his hand. With his cock firmly planted in the boy’s
ass, the Colonel slipped his arms under Dwayne’s knees.
“Rest your legs
on my shoulders, asswipe!” Dunbar ordered Dwayne.
Colonel’s assistance he did as he was told. He wondered about
this position, but he felt the Colonel must know what he was
doing. Did he ever! He started fucking Dwayne again and
every stroke of the Colonel’s penis into his ass would bump Dwayne up
his shaft and cause him to slam back down to the base, again. The
Colonel got a good rhythm going so every slam to the base of his dick
resulted in another thrust of his hips to send Dwayne on yet another
round trip up his cock and back. Sidney thought it gave the term ‘most
bang for the buck’ new dimensions. At that point, it had to be
the most outrageously, sensual experience of Dwayne or Sidney’s young
* * * * * * *
down in his chair and began drooling out the sides of his mouth. He
would shudder like he was having an attack of some kind every few
minutes. Casey was beginning to get really worried about him.
“I ain’t never
seen him quite like this,” Mr. Wiggins allowed, “but I know enough not
to disturb him. He adamantly and firmly told me and his daddy not
to interrupt him when he’s in one of his trances. He’ll be all
right in a little while, trust me, you’ll see. Let’s leave him
Casey sat down
next to his little brother to monitor the four screens. He
couldn’t help watch what was going on in the barn. He was drawn to it
like a magnet. His brother was getting the fucking of his life, and
Casey couldn’t have been more aroused; however, something was very odd
here. He began to notice every time Dwayne would take a ride on the
Colonel’s big dick, Sidney would shudder. It was in perfect sync to
what was going on in the barn. How could that be? It wasn’t
just coincidence either. It was amazing.
Hell? Mr. Wiggins, come over here, ” Casey whispered, “watch
what’s going on in the barn,— then watch our little brother.”
for several minutes until he began to see a correlation. He was
stunned. He started laughing. Although he was just as
amazed as Casey, he knew to expect the unexpected with Logan.
Sticker’s job as wrangler for a kid like Logan was a full time
job. One, small, but brilliant young boy kept him hopping higher
than a jackrabbit with its tail on fire. In their twelve years
together, Sticker could recall damn few dull moments.
“Well, I’ll be
go to Hell!” he whispered in amazement. “He’s inside Dwayne’s mind with
him. He’s riding that son of bitch’s cock right along with
him. Look! He ain’t even look’n at the damn screen.”
Sidney’s lap top around a hundred and eighty degrees so Sidney couldn’t
it and still his body was in perfect sync to Dunbar’s fucking Dwayne.
“If he shoots
when his brother does,— ain’t no doubt in my mind,— yours?”
Sticker asked Casey.
“I believe it
now! Hell, it’s jes' too damn remarkable to be a
coincidence. I’m so Goddamn jealous of them two I could bite
though a nail. Them two's sharing the fuck to end all fucks and I
ain't in there with 'em! What a pisser!” Casey sounded mad, but
he broke up
the absurdity of his statement.
know’d all along that’s what he was up to." consoled Sticker, "He came
to me in a dream one
time when he was only six years old before I met his daddy and told me
he needed me. Not just once, mind ju,’ but night after night I’d
comfort him, kiss him, hold him in my arms and tell him not to be
afraid, I promised him I would take care of him. I bonded with him even
before I met his daddy, and when his daddy came to meet me, I knew I
couldn’t say no to him. I’ve been that boy’s protector and friend
ever since. I love him like no other, and his daddy twice as
much; however, Casey, of all the things I could imagine to be jealous
of someone about,— I don’t blame you a bit for that one. I’d wanna’ be
in that boy’s head, too, right now. Dwayne looks like he’s enjoying
this way too much to be having it forced on him; however, Dwayne is a
minor, no matter whether he consented to it or how much he’s enjoying
it, Dunbar could still get his ass sent to prison.”
* * * * * * *
continued his fucking onslaught into Dwayne’s ass. Sidney didn’t
bother him, they both had a mutual understanding to get as much of
the Devil fucking them as they could,— because, just a little later,
planned to return the favor and fuck him royally. Dunbar wasn’t
going to let Dwayne come; however, he got to thinking about it.
There was a small voice, a thought really, he could swear he heard in
his mind. If he fucked the boy until he came without manipulating
himself,— that would be a huge draw for a would-be buyer. The
asking price for Dwayne just skyrocketed in the Colonel’s brain and
greed took over.
“Don’t fight me,
boy. If’ you feel like shoot'n you load, go ahead. You got my
permission. I’m gonna’ let you come
this one time for the camera, but you can’t play with yourself.
You have to shoot just from me fucking you! Understand, asswipe?”
Sir! Thank you, Sir! The way you’re fuck’n me, it won’t take
boy. ‘At’s because I’m the best damn ass fucker there is.
You’ll never have your ass fucked again as good as I’m fucking you.”
that! Gloryoskie,— can that man can fuck or what?’ Dwayne
heard little bit say.
lost it and laughed, but the look on the Colonel’s face told him not
to. It told him he would regret it. Once again the Colonel started into
fucking Dwayne. He got his timing down just right. He could
actually fuck the boy so hard he would bounce completely off his cock
and then split his ass again on the way down. He decided a few of
those strokes ought a’ do the trick. He was thinking how smart he
was to let the little faggot shoot his load. The little come bag
would bring him a small fortune. He might not even need to do
away with his mother. He might be able to buy a ranch on his own.
These were the delusions of grandeur of a sick, self-important,
deluded, greedy mind,— helped, just a little bit, by a wee small
Dwayne told his
brother, now was the time. He didn’t think he could take many
more of his ass splitting rides without shooting his wad. Sidney
agreed and told him to go for it. The Colonel started in again
working up his pounding of Dwayne’s ass harder each time. Sidney
likened Dwayne to a bolo bat and ball that was attached to the paddle
with a long rubber string. You hit it hard enough, it would
return every time to be hit again by the paddle. So it was with
his brother’s ass. Dwayne was getting the fucking of his young
life being given to him courtesy of a mad man. Finally the
Colonel reached the full strength of his thrust where Dwayne would be
propelled several inches off his shaft, have a second for his ass to
slam shut, and then be forcefully split open again as he rode the
monster’s dick back to the base, only to have it repeated time and time
enjoying this fucking, ain’t chu,’ faggot?”
Sir. Thank you, Sir!”
‘Damn, I love it
when you answer him that way! I almost come when you told him
that!’ Little bit said.
‘Shut up, little
bit,— can’t chu’ feel it?’ Dwayne barked in his mind.
‘Go for it,
bubba! Get it! Get it good! Shoot that big cowboy dick! I love you, big
‘Oh, God,— oh,
God,— I can’t,— I can’t hold it back no more,--- little bit,--- I’m
shoot! I love you, too, bubba!’ He yelled in his mind to
The next time
Dwayne’s ass attained apogee, the ride to the base made his dick
explode like a thousand roman candles all going off at once. He
shot so hard he shot his big load of come into his own face. Still the
Colonel wasn’t satisfied. He continued to ride Dwayne like a
bronco buster with a burr under his saddle.
“You got more in
you than that, asswipe, I know it! I aim to see it all gets shot out a’
you for the camera!”
One more large
thrust, and another made Dwayne shoot again; this time all over
his chest. Three more rides on the Colonel’s dick got his last
volley of come. Now, his ass was really spasming around the
Colonel’s shaft. Dunbar didn’t care. He wanted to hurt Dwayne and
kept his onslaught going until suddenly the greatest feeling came over
him, like he belonged in this kid’s ass. He had become a part of
this boy. It was like a revelation to him and he shot the
biggest, hardest load he ever had into Dwayne’s well fucked ass.
Sidney enjoyed the Colonel’s climax almost as much as brother’s.
* * * * * * *
“My God, would
ja’ look at that! Dwayne’s coming and Sidney’s shooting in his
Wranglers. Look at my little brother go. Woah, dogies! He’s
filling his damn jeans with spunk! Now, it looks like Dunbar’s
gonna’ get his. Watch his face! See! See,— right
there he’s got it,— you can tell. Look at our piggy little
brother. He’s enjoying Dunbar’s climax, too.”
true. Sidney filled his Wrangler’s with two huge
ejaculations. He told Dwayne he loved him and left him. He
quickly jump over to the Colonel and enjoyed his climax with him.
came around to see the two men laughing their ass’s off at him.
He blushed a bright cherry red color and knew he’d been busted,— big
time! It was the first time anyone ever suspected what he was up
to in his trance-like state. He could feel his spunk in his pants
beginning to run down his legs. Casey handed him a towel.
brother, you’re gonna’ need this.” He told him with a wicked grin
on his face.
anyone what you just witnessed,— please!” Sidney begged Casey and
Son.” Mr. Wiggins told him, “Who the Hell would believe us
Casey agreed and
fell out laughing with Mr. Wiggins. Sidney went to the bathroom
to clean himself and left Casey to watch the equipment. Suddenly,
Casey’s heart leaped to his throat. Through the door came Frank
Mayhew followed by Casey’s dad, Sidney’s dad, Sheriff Bard, and four
of his deputies. Sidney sort of slunk back into the room to his
place in front of his lap top. The sheriff came over to look at
Sidney’s lap top and couldn’t believe what he was looking at. It
was amazing. The Sheriff got the biggest damn grin on his face.
all a’ this, Son?” Mr. Bard asked him.
“Every bit and
tittle, Sir. The Colonel just got though savagely fucking my
What’s happening ain’t good, but chu’ know what I mean. Damn,—
you got four a’ them cameras set up in there? How’d ju’ do that
without him finding out?” the sheriff questioned Sidney in amazement.
here,— we hid under the rafters.” Sidney said pointing to the
individual frames on his lap top. “This one, here, he sat up to send a
signal to his VCR in the house, and I’m just intercepting his
signal. He couldn’t a’ provide us with a better picture.”
“Son of a bitch!
I’ll say! When you git out a’ high school and need a job, come see me,
Son.” The sheriff laughed and patted Sidney on the back. “That’s
* * * * * * *
into the barn wearing only his boots, his olive-drab, wife-beater
undershirt, and his Marine cap. He got to see the last few
minutes of the Colonel fucking his, little buddy. He marveled at
how good the Colonel was fucking Dwayne. The Colonel never fucked
him like that, but he could only hope he would tonight. When he
watched Dwayne shoot into his own face, Lamar’s enormous penis began to
engorge with blood until he was almost erect. Men with dicks as
big as Lamar's never fully get erect. They can still do a mighty fine
of fucking someone, though. When you’re that big you don’t need to make
* * * * * * *
Sheee-it! Would ju’ look at the pecker on that man!” My dad
dick I ever did see on a man!” Allowed the Sheriff. “Listen,
gentlemen,— Sticker, do you and the boys figure you got enough recorded
to send him up the river?”
“Oh, Hell, yes!
So far up the river he ain’t never coming back!” Said Sticker.
Sidney and Casey agreed.
there’s no need for Dwayne to get fucked by that monster. Whether
Dwayne might like to or not is not the question here.” The
sheriff chuckled as everyone broke up laughing. “No need for the black
man to have child molestation charges against him; especially, if he’s
only following the Colonel’s orders.”
“He is,” stated
Sidney and Casey agreed. “he’s basically a good man who’s found himself
in a situation he’s damned if he does and damned if he don’t.”
“You can bet
chur’ ass, though, the Colonel’s gonna’ try’n make him fuck Dwayne for
his porno movie he’s making for the Internet. Poor Lamar thinks he’s
here because the Colonel wants to fuck him, and he’s afraid to tell him
‘no.’ If he don’t do what the Colonel orders him to,— he could ruin
him.” said Sticker.
worthless son of a bitch! Is there a door on the other side of
the barn, Frank?”
“Is it locked?”
since I been here almost twenty years.”
“Okay, men, it’s
show time! Phil, Dave, you and Tater go around to the other door
when you see us walk in, you come in. Jim, you’re with me. The
rest of you men stay here. You can see everything anyway.
You don’t need to be out there until we secure the area. Gimme’ your
Every man there
gave him their solemn word they wouldn’t leave the bunkhouse until they
saw it was secure.
* * * * * * *
The Colonel let
Dwayne down until the front of his feet touched the ground again.
Dwayne was wiped out. He just had the sexual and emotional climax
of his life and with any luck at all he was going to get to ride his
friend’s monster. The Colonel handed the giant a small towel.
“It’s about damn
time you showed up, recruit!”
Sir! Sorry, Sir!”
“Take that towel
and clean the faggot up. He’s a mess.”
dutifully went to Dwayne and started cleaning him up. He came to
Dwayne’s face and started gently cleaning him. He got real close
to Dwayne like he was inspecting him for anything he might have missed.
Lamar looked to see the Colonel had his back turned to them, and gently
brushed his lips across the handsome young cowboy’s who hung
“I love you,
boy.” He whispered to Dwayne.
“Oh, God! I love
you, too, Mr. Bradley.”
brother,— just Lamar.” He winked at Dwayne.
That’s good enough.” Barked the Colonel as he walked over to the
rope he had Dwayne strung up with. He untied it from the post and
let Dwayne down.”
let’s see just how good a cocksucker you really are. You suck that big
Marine’s dick and make him hard ‘cause he’s gonna’ fuck you good.
I’m gonna’ get it all on tape.” The Colonel let Dwayne’s hands
free of the clip and the boy was sitting on some straw at the giant’s
feet. The Colonel was messing with his video camera. It was
obvious to Dwayne he was going to act as camera man for the whole
thing. Dwayne moved to kneel in front of Bradley.
let me do this, I don’t want him hurt’n either one of us. I would die
if anything happened to you.”
“You know I feel
the same, baby boy. Well,— go ahead and I’ll try’n think a’
something. I’m gonna’ be do’n me some powerful pray’n while you
suck’n on my dick.”
Dwayne took the
head of the big man’s cock into his mouth and tasted the sweet flow of
his pre-come. More came from Lamar’s cock than the Colonel ever
produced. He wondered if it was possible the amount of pre-come
that flows from a man’s penis might be directly proportional to the
love he has in him. If so, his giant was a walking shit load of
love. He couldn’t take too much of Bradley’s big dick into his mouth,
but he was trying. God knows, he wanted to. He wanted to swallow the
giant whole. He wanted to consume the object of his love with one big
Eucharistic gulp. He wanted Lamar to disappear into him so he might
protect him from the evils of this world. Shouldn’t it be the
other way around? Whoever heard of a young, inexperienced, young
man who wanted to love, care for and protect a man six years old than
him? There was no question in Dwayne’s heart, it was what he must
Lamar was getting hard pretty fast. When the Colonel got enough
footage of Dwayne gaging and trying to make love to Bradley’s dick he
ordered Bradley to string Dwayne up again like he was before.
Bradley was truly praying for a miracle to happen to keep him from
having to fuck the boy he’d come to love in a very short period of time.
“I’m sorry, baby
brother,— I have to do this.” he whispered to Dwayne.
“No, no! It’s
all right, Lamar, trust me. You have to fuck me or he may do something
to one or both of us. I can’t have you hurt because of me. It
would destroy me, Sir.” Dwayne whispered back.
“Are you sure,
Lamar, it’s the only way we’re gonna’ get out of this alive.”
“You mean you
think he’d shoot us?”
“In a heartbeat,
big man, and he’d have no conscience about it.”
“I don’t know if
I can, child. If I ever fucked you, I want it to be because I love you,
not to take it away from you or hurt chu,’ baby boy.”
“Then love me,
Lamar! If you truly love me,— fuck me now!”
Lamar started to
move in behind Dwayne,— then he stopped.
recruit? Just fuck him! That’s all ya’ gotta’ do!”
“I ain’t never
fucked a man before, Sir. I don’t really know how.”
“What the Hell
are you talking about, recruit? You don’t know how? It’s
simple, you stick tab ‘A,’ your big dick, into slot ‘B,’ the faggot’s
ass, and make it go in and out of him; hump him, you idiot! It
don’t take no rocket scientist to fuck a man in the butt for cries
that’s just it, Sir. That ain’t the only problem. I don’t wanna’
fuck him, Sir. He’s jes' a boy, Colonel. He ain’t even old enough
to be shaving ever’ day. This jes’ ain’t right Colonel. This has
nothing to do with being a Marine, Sir.”
refusing to obey a direct order, recruit?’
sir! I’s just trying to offer you an alternative, Sir.
String me up, Sir, and fuck my fine, black ass. Let this boy be,
Colonel. I’m will’n for you to take me, instead a’ him,
“I gave you a
direct order, recruit Bradley, and you damn well better obey it!”
Bard and his men were standing in the shadows listening to Lamar and
the Colonel’s exchange. The sheriff motioned for his men to
advance into the barn. They walked in silently and took their
positions. The Colonel couldn’t see them from where he was
standing. Dwayne and Lamar could see them. Lamar didn’t
know what to do, but their presence emboldened his spirit as an answer
to his prayers. Thank God, the cavalry had arrived in the nick of
time. He wasn’t afraid to stand up to the Colonel now.
Colonel. Meaning no disrespect, Sir, I can’t fuck this young
boy. It jes’ wouldn’t be right, Sir. If you wanna’ throw me
out of the Corps for not following an order what ain’t either legal or
morally right, then go on ahead, Sir. I don’t wanna’ be a part of
something that ain’t right anyways, and if the Corps is filled with
officers like you who’s gonna’ order me to do wrong, illegal or immoral
things then kick me out, Sir. I’ll take my chances in prison.”
reached into his overalls and whipped out his service revolver.
recruit or you’re a dead man! I’ll feed your black ass to my hogs and
bury your bones down by the creek!
Dunbar! Drop the gun, you’re surrounded on both sides!” Sheriff Bard
ordered the Colonel in a commanding voice. It was the voice of
authority, and it said not to mistake his intent. A look of pure
hatred and rage came over the Colonel’s face as he looked directly at
Dwayne. He knew he’d been busted,— big time!
little son of a bitch! You set me up! You’re gonna’ die,
you worthless little faggot!” Brad Dunbar yelled at his step-son.
Colonel! I ain’t a’ gonna’ let chu’ hurt this boy!” Lamar
Bradley yelled to Dunbar in an booming, ominous voice.
Lamar saw the
demented rage in the Colonel’s eyes, and in an instant he knew what
Dunbar was about to do. With no thought for himself, the black, giant
jumped in front of Dwayne to protect him. Before the sheriff or his men
could do a thing, the Colonel pulled the trigger. The giant took the
bullet Brad Dunbar fully intended to kill his step-son with.
standing beside the sheriff fired his Taser immediately after the gun
went off. The Colonel’s hand flew into the air and his service
revolver went flying across the barn. Brad Dunbar never felt such
excruciating pain in his life. It was like his entire body was
exploding with radiated pain from the inside out. He started twitching
uncontrollably as his eyes rolled back into his head. As he fell to the
ground, he felt his bladder and bowels empty into his coveralls. He lay
on the ground twitching involuntarily, like an epileptic might while
suffering a grand mal seizure, his eyes rolled back into his head so
far you couldn’t see his irises; then, he began to froth and foam at
the mouth in great volume. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but all the
deputies and men gathered around him to watch the bastard gyrate from
his pain. There was neither pity nor compassion on their faces. They
didn’t gather around him from morbid curiosity or a cheap thrill. They
were there to make sure the filth didn’t get up. They didn’t celebrate
the man’s condition, but they were all content he was where he should
be, at their boots, writhing in agony.
The sheriff was
on him in a minute, lifted him with the toe of his big cowboy boot,
then kicked him hard with the heel of his boot to roll him over on his
stomach, got his hands behind his back and handcuffed him. Dunbar
continued his St. Vitus dance and managed to flop onto his side in an
attempt to roll into a fetal position from the pain. The
Colonel’s pompous, self-important, grandiose dreams and delusions of
grandeur had, in a few moments, flown away; vanished into thin
air. What was left was an empty, worthless shell of a man who lay
twitching in a pile of his own sociopathic crapulence. Operation Side
Show Bob was over.
Bard went to Dwayne who was sobbing his heart out while holding Lamar
in his arms. One of the other deputies let him down and
un-clipped his hands. He went to Lamar immediately and held his big
body up against his chest so he could breathe easier. The sheriff
handed Dwayne his bandana and told him to hold it in Lamar’s wound to
slow the bleeding. The bullet went through Lamar’s lung and
lodged in one of his back ribs. He was bleeding and in great
pain. Dwayne stuffed the sheriff’s bandana gently into the big
gaping hole in his giant’s chest that was bleeding freely. Dwayne
press gently against it to stem the flow. Sheriff Bard took out his
cell phone and punched a button.
need paramedics and an ambulance out to the Dunbar ranch off Ball road.
We got a man down, and I want them here like yesterday, you
understand?” He listened for a few moments, “I don’t care where the
Hell they are, or what the fuck they’re doing, if it ain’t a life
or death situation you tell them bastards the sheriff said to pack it
up and get their ass’s out here muy pronto, if they wanna’ keep their
jobs. If they ain’t out here in fifteen minutes, tell ‘em don’t
bother to come to work tomorrow! Do you understand?”
The other men
joined the sheriff and his men. Casey and Sidney ran to Dwayne and
Lamar to lend their brother their support. There was one final rite
left to perform for the victor over the vanquished. It was meant to rob
a man of his masculinity, his pride, and his humanity, if any. It
was a ritual so old, it was almost a primitive genetic need to cast out
from the pack, the tribe, a member who was considered no longer
acceptable for the greater good or purpose of those who lived to
sustain and protect their own. It was to say to him and for themselves,
you are no longer a part of the whole. You have become as one with the
waste from our bodies. You are worthless.
gentlemen! I gotta’ piss like a fuck’n race horse!” Sheriff Bard
exclaimed as he nonchalantly reached for the zipper on his uniform. He
whipped out his dick and started pissing on the piece of filth that lay
“Damn it, Lee!”
Barked Sticker Wiggins at the sheriff, “Now ya’ done went and got me
want’n to piss, too!” Sticker sounded angry, but winked at the sheriff
as he whipped out his big dick and followed suit.
“I been need’n
to bleed my damn lizard for over an hour now. I’m sorry, gentlemen, I
jes’ can’t hold it no more.” Vince Longhorn said as he
whipped out his dick and started pissing all over Dunbar’s head.
“Now,— how can
you men go and do a thing like that when I got me a fuck’n bladder
full. You know it jes’ makes me wanna’ go, too.” Sidney Wianright
senior added has he started to piss all over Dunbar’s butt.
“It’s as good a
time as any I suppose, to take a leak.” Said Frank Mayhew. Frank
all ready had his cock out, and he began to add his to the urinal.
“Is there room
for one more at this toilet, gentlemen?” Asked Spencer Winchester
as he pulled his dick out and began to add to the flow.
say anything he just whipped his out and started pissing on Dunbar’s
face that was turned toward him. The four deputies joined the
men relieving themselves. The sheriff put the heel of his
big boot onto Dunbar’s side and pushed him halfway over to make him lay
on his back. Dunbar was looking up though his haze to see ten grown men
with their dicks out pissing all over him. They didn’t stop until they
soaked him from head to toe in their piss and completely emptied their
The men allowed
the boys to watch, but they wouldn’t let them join in. This was a grown
man thing. No matter what Dunbar’s future was, it was their
fraternal right to perform this rite on this maggot. By their action
they were acting on their most bass primal male instinct to place Brad
Dunbar on the lowest rung of the scale of men. He was no better
than a public toilet for them to relieve themselves. They took
his maleness away and made him conjoin with the waste from their
bodies. In these men’s hearts and minds, Brad Dunbar was no
longer a man. He would never hurt one of their boys again.
* * * * * * *
spoke to his brother, “please, brother,— grab that towel over there and
pop that damn plug out of his butt.” Casey got the towel, but he
wasn’t real sure how to go about getting Lamar’s plug out without
your thumb and forefinger around the base, like this.” Dwayne held his
fingers for Casey to see, “Don’t pull it out slowly. Just pop it
out real fast.”
know about this. He didn’t want to cause the man any more
distress, but felt his brother must know what he’s talking about.
He surrounded the base of the huge plug like Dwayne told him. Casey
gave one good tug on the plug, and it popped right out. He caught
it in the towel. He knew it wouldn’t be messy. He watched
the big man clean himself before the Colonel came into the bathroom to
get his camera. He and Sidney were surprised how it popped right
out, just like their brother said it would.
beautiful, black son of a bitch!” said Dwayne though his tears, “I done
told ju’ I couldn’t bear it if you got hurt and now you went and done
exactly what I told ju’ not to do. Oh, Hell, my, giant
man, you done saved my life, Lamar. I’d be a dead man right now,
if’n it weren’t for you. What da’ ya’ say to a man who jes’ saved your
“I love you,
will do jes’ fine, boy.” whispered Lamar. He was only breathing on one
“I love you so
Goddamn much, Lamar.”
“Shuuu, my sweet
boy child, Lamar loves you more than he loves his-self. That’s
why he’s willing to give his life for you. You mean more to me, boy,
than living in this hate filled world. How could we ever love
each other in a world like this?”
“You can bet
chur’ sweet, fine, black ass I’ll find a way, brother! I will make it
happen, Lamar. God sent you to me for a reason. He sent you
to me to protect you.”
deeply into Dwayne’s eyes and saw the boy wasn’t kidding. He was
telling Lamar the truth. The giant didn’t know how he knew Dwayne
was telling him the truth, but he understood it, to the core of his
being, as truth, nonetheless.
“I believes you,
boy. Ole Lamar ain’t never felt as good or safe no wheres like he done
with you this afternoon. It’s silly,— God sending a young boy to
look out for and protect a man as big as me and a bit older than
you. Now, why would he go and do a thing like that, you suppose?”
“I don’t know,—
but there was once a young shepherd boy who save a nation and killed a
giant with a single rock. Maybe he wants a boy to take care of
one of his favorite giants; a good hearted, big man who ain’t afraid to
pray to him to ask his help and forgiveness. A man who’s innocent but
knows what love is all about; how to give and receive love in
kind. Maybe he sent you to me just to love me, Lamar.
Hell,— you could do worse. Maybe he jes’ done gone and give’d ME
to you. Either way, you be mine and I ain’t never let’n you go!”
* * * * * * *
The sheriff came
over to Dwayne and Lamar again. He could see Lamar was in a bad way,
but he felt certain they could save him. He’d seen men wounded much
worse in Nam make it.
are you hurt anywhere?”
“No, Sir, I be
but I want you to go with Lamar to the hospital. I want them to check
you out as well. I want them to recover the Colonel’s semen from
you as evidence. Go just like you are. The paramedics will have a
cloth gown for you to put on. Casey and his dad will see you get your
Now, men,— I
need you to do something for me and Lamar. Casey you run to the
house and grab a couple of old blankets. You men take his boots
and clothes off and hide ‘em in the straw over there. I’ll tell you
later why I’m doing this. We ain’t got time right now. Go Casey, to the
house! Now, Son.” He pointed Casey away from them. Casey left
immediately to get the blankets the sheriff requested. “Lamar, the
paramedics will put you on a gurney and throw some blankets over you so
you won’t need your clothes right now anyway. Will you trust me
about this, Son?”
Lamar told him he could trust this man with his life and he would be
Sheriff. Thank you, Sir.” he whispered.
right, Son. Lamar, I ain’t even gonna’ contact your base until I’ve had
a chance to talk with you about what went down here tonight and what
Colonel Dunbar done to you. Now, don’t worry, none, you ain’t in any
trouble with me. I’m gonna’ try to save your butt with the military,
too, but I won’t explain now. Casey’s dad and I were in Nam
together. We know all too well about the fuck’n military, their
bullshit and how they play the game. Trust us, Lamar, they just
don’t need to know all we do,— understand, Son?”
Lamar managed a
smile and nodded his head to the sheriff. Now he knew why the
sheriff had the boys take his clothes off. He didn’t want the
paramedics or the hospital to know he was a Marine. The sheriff would
tell them in his own time. Lamar had never been treated this
nice, had such caring attention shown to him, felt needed and loved,
and he only had to take a bullet to get it. That’s all right, he
thought to himself, he would do it again in a heartbeat for this
beautiful boy he had come to love in their short period of time
together. Maybe God was listening to his prayers after all,
because his life never had gone as right until he met Dwayne.
Now, maybe some good things will begin to happen for him. Maybe
Dwayne is right.
Maybe God meant
for him and Dwayne to come together. He wasn’t going to worry
about it. At least, now he knew he could see his beloved friend
again. As for the other,— Lamar would make Dwayne wait until his
was eighteen before they did anything together. Then, if he still felt
the same way they could talk about it. ‘Two years ain’t a long
time to wait when you love someone.’ he thought to himself. Even
then, he wasn’t sure the boy could take him. Dwayne wasn’t a small man,
either. He was hung considerably bigger than the Colonel. Maybe
Lamar could teach the boy to love fucking his fine, black ass? It
didn’t matter,— for the first time in his miserable life, he had
something of real value to live for. He wasn’t going to fuck it up and
he fully intended to fight for it.
No one lost
their job, but it took the paramedics twenty minutes to get there;
however, there was still time to get Lamar to the hospital to save
him. The paramedics asked who would be responsible for the man’s
medical bills. With a nod from his mate, Sticker Wiggins stepped
forward and told them he would. He gave them all the information
they needed to contact him. They put Lamar in the ambulance, but
the big man was afraid and wanted Dwayne to go with him.
little paramedics said unless Dwayne was physically injured he couldn’t
ride with them. Sheriff Bard stepped forward and told them he
was, indeed, injured. The boy had been raped repeatedly and he wanted
to have him thoroughly checked out, and the semen removed from his
rectum as evidence against Colonel Dunbar. Once again, Sticker Wiggins
stepped forward to accept responsibility for any medical bills Dwayne
up beside his giant buddy, still buck-ass naked, and took his
hand. One of the paramedics gave him a cotton hospital gown that
quickly put on. He sat there looking into Lamar’s eyes and
could see he was frightened.
“I liked ju’
better when you was buck-ass naked, child. You be so handsome and
fine looking, like a young cowboy should look. Bet chore’
daddy’s a knockout, too.” Lamar tried to smile and winced at a
sharp stabbing pain that shot through him.
“I won’t wear no
cloths at all for you when were alone together, if you promise not to
wear none neither so’s I can look at your beautiful, handsome, fine,
black body.” Dwayne spoke softly to him. The paramedics
were riding up front, but could come though a door in the cab of the
vehicle if they were needed. They kept a watchful eye on Lamar
“I promise not
to wear no clothes when we be alone together.” The giant promised like
a little boy sealing a troth with his bonded brother.
over and gently kissed his giant. Lamar tried to kiss him back, but he
was in too much pain.
Sir. I didn’t mean to,— ”
“Shuu,— don’t be
talk’n nonsense, boy! You’s jes’ try’n to show Lamar a little love’n
and there ain’t a damn thing wrong with that. We jes’ needs us to get
Lamar patched up, then he be good as new and can make sweet love to his
boy. I knows you love me, boy, ain’t no doubt in my mind. I don’t never
want no doubt in yore’ mind, Lamar loves you, too.”
cross my mind, big man,— I promise.” Dwayne spoke softly to him.
“That man who
offered to pay our medical bills, is he a good man, Son?”
“The very best
kind of man, Lamar,— he’s a true cowboy. I only hope someday to
be half the man he is.”
“You will be,
Son. Lamar’s gonna’ see to it.” He smiled.
why Mr. Wiggins would offer to pay for Lamar and his medical
bills. He knew Mr. Wiggins really cared about him, but he felt
there might be something more he didn’t know. Cowboys can be a
mysterious lot sometimes. They keep a lot of things to
themselves. They live their lives on a need to know basis.
Right now, Dwayne didn’t need to know;— maybe, tomorrow. It
wasn’t that important to Dwayne and his giant. Even though they
were down for the moment,— tomorrow was a brand-new day.
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