Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 10:33:51 -0400 From: Mark Koziarski Subject: Uncle Bull Uncle Bull No place like home Jimmy had just finished cleaning the stalls out, when he heard the wagons coming. Leaning the rake against the wall, he stepped from the barn to the yard and greeted the visitors. Shielding his eyes from a bright morning sun a smile crossed his face as he recognized the man sitting up front. The man raised a hand in greeting and Jimmy waved back, running out to greet his uncle. "Whoa", the driver bellowed, bringing the wagon to a halt. Grabbing a leather bag from the floor board, the big man jumped down from the wagon saying, "Secure the load. I'll meet you at the bar." He turned toward the young lad running toward him. "Jimmy!" he yelled. "Uncle Bull!" Jimmy replied as he wrapped his arms around the big man. Jimmy smelled his man scent, felt the heat from his body and heard that warm familiar rumbling, as Uncle Bull wrapped his big arms around the lad and laughed. "I'm gone for a few months and look at you." Bull said, as he held Jimmy at arms length. The lad is tall for his age, his head almost reaching Bulls chin. "It's been a year Uncle Bull",Jimmy replied. Looking around then back to Jimmy with a smile, Bull said "Yeah. So it has. How's your Pa?" "He's good. He's inside, Why don't you go in. I'll finish up out here, then we can.. visit?" Bull chuckled, "Sounds good. I need a beer and a bath." He lifted a big arm and smelled himself. Jimmy stretched to smell for himself. "Maybe I can help you there, Uncle," Jimmy said with a wicked grin and a bulge tenting his breeches. Bull laughed, cupping a big paw around Jimmy neck, "I'd like that, boy." Turning Jimmy around and slapping his arse, Bull said, "Go. See you inside." Bull watched the lad trot off his tight young ass, flexing under his breeches. He reached under his leather kilt and scratched himself. Taking a deep breath, turned and headed toward his brothers establishment. Bull stepped into the tavern and stopped to let his eyes adjust. The sounds of laughter, the scent of sweat and stale beer made his cock twitch. Taking a step toward the bar area, something bounced off of his thick, hairy leg. Looking down, he saw a small naked boy planted on his ass and staring up wide eyed at his massive frame. At three inches over six feet and three hundred pounds, solid and hairy, the boy stared slack jawed. With a Hum mm, Bull reached down and grabbed the child. With mock seriousness, he flipped the boy around, inspecting him as if he was a package. "Whoa!" The boy exclaimed. Bull set the boy on a table and stood back with a hand to his chin. Poking the boy in the chest, he asked "Who. Are. You?" The boy giggled, grabbing Bull's thick finger, "Tad, Sir." "Tad eh? Well you be careful, young Tad and watch where you're going," Bull said, smiling down at the boy. The boy smiled back and said, "Yes, Uncle Bull. Welcome home." Tad wrapped his arms around Bull's neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek, as he set the boy back on the floor. Tad ran off to join his friends as Bull heard, "Well look at what the cat dragged in." Bull looked toward the voice and saw his brother and a customer. Bear stood behind the bar topless with a shit-eating grin on his bearded face, Bear being Bulls equal in size, only darker and with a little more padding around the middle. His head was close cropped, with a thick neck and broad shoulders covered in dark hair, the man resembled his name sake. The customer, turned back to Bear after seeing Bull, took a drink from his tankard and said. "Damn big cat." Both Bull and Bear laughed. Bull strolled up to the bar and took his brothers arm. "Welcome home, Bull. Almost thought we lost you, you've been away so long." Bear placed a tankard of beer in front of his brother. After a healthy pull of beer, Bull replied, "Came close. It's almost as bad out there as being for hire, lately. No matter," he said with a smile. "I'm home and I got you what you asked for. So how's business?" "Good!" replied Bear. "With the harvest in, lot's of folks come in to reap their rewards. Plus we got a few military types in from Dorst." "Dorst? Hmm." Bull slapped the bar and finished his beer, "I'm off for a hot soak." Bear laughed, "Can smell ya from here. Makes me cock twitch." They enjoyed a good laugh. "Jimmy says he wants to give me a hand." Bull looked to his brother. Bear returned the look, placing both of his large hands on the bar. "Jimmy's of age but young, never been with a man. You be gentle Bull. Never been with someone as big as you either." "Aw, Bear. I love Jimmy like he was my own. I'd never hurt him." Bear smiled at his brother. "I know. I also know how you get in rut," He rubbed his arse. With a wink to his brother he bellowed for the house boys. "Tim! Digger! Drop your peckers and get the tubs ready." Tim and Digger were standing in the corner, naked and exploring each others bodies. "You got a customer boys". Bear slid a mug toward Bull, saying. "Here's a fresh one, and I'll send back a cold one. See you later." With a smile, Bull headed back to the tubs, saying his "hellos," to some of the patrons he'd known for years. Back in the tiled bath area, steam began to rise as Tim and Digger readied things for Bull. "Just have a seat Uncle Bull. It'll be ready quick like." "Take your time lads,"Bull said, setting his mug down on the bench, "just get er nice and hot." Bull stretched with a great growl, removing his leather vest. After he hung it on a waiting peg, he removed his belt and money pouch. The two boys stopped and stared slack jawed, at the large man as he stretched, arms raised, muscles flared. Bull sat on the bench, beefy legs spread wide. With nothing on under the kilt, the two boys got an eyeful. In the hot, moist space, the boys could smell their ripe customer. They saw the man's balls hanging low with a cock fat and uncut, a large blueish vein running along the length. They looked up to see Bull catching there stares, with a wide, shit-eating grin on a ruggedly handsome and scruffy, sun burnt face. Leaning forward with an elbow on one knee and a hand on the other, Bull said "Yea boys, that's why it's Bull! Now get back to work, lads." Bull smiled, watching the two boy's. Sitting back and reflecting, it was not easy being so gifted. Many had bled for "The Bull," in heat. He recalled grown men, lusting at the sight of him, screaming like a little girl when it came time, later moaning like whores. Some of the little sluts wanted it rough. Wanted their holes raped and used by men. "The Bull," was always ready and willing to give them what they wanted. Bull heard a little cough at his side and was brought out of his memories. He saw a young man standing there with a fresh beer, staring at his crotch. The memories had stirred his cock full and hard. The skin stretched tight and an angry red head was peeking out from under the foreskin. Bull reached for the beer. He smiled when he saw the straining hard-on trapped in the lad's breeches. The young man just stood there, eyes fixed on his cock. Bull stood, his kilt getting hung up on his meat. He untied the leather laces and let the kilt fall to the tile floor. Flexing his cock and watching the lads reaction, asked "Ever seen one like that before, boy?" The lad, slack jawed just shook his head. "Come here, boy." Bull spoke softly. The boy set down the tray and stepped up to Bull. "Name, boy?" Bull asked. "Jason," he replied in a shaky voice. Bull reached out and, placing a rough, calloused hand on the boy's shoulder, said. "Go ahead, Jason, touch it. Feel the strength in a mans cock." Jason felt the warm, rough hand rubbing his shoulder and neck. With a trembling hand, he reached out and tried to wrap his fingers around Bulls cock. His fingers wouldn't touch no matter how hard he tried. Bulls meat radiated heat, the skin so soft yet it was hard like a piece of wood. Sliding the foreskin back and forth, he could feel Bulls heartbeat thru his cock. With a deep breath Bulls musk filled Jason's nose, and he began to tremble. Bulls reached over and, grabbing Jason's nipple, sent the lad over the edge. Moans escaped the lad's lips as his knees buckled and he spilled his young seed in his breeches. Panting, Jason looked up to Bull. Smiling eyes looked upon him saying, "It's OK, boy." Jason turned red in the face and ran from the bathing room, leaving Bull with a raging hard-on. With a sigh, Bull turned to see the young boys, furiously jacking there pricks. He pointed a fat, hairy finger at them and raised his voice. "You mess my bath, and I'll spank you so hard...." The boys dropped their pricks, and hopped out of the tub, and ran out the back door. Bull grabbed his fresh beer and stepped into the large, tiled tub. Sinking down, the hot water relaxed his stiff, tired body. Bull, using his hands, rinsed the steaming water over his head and shoulders. Scrubbing his face, he felt the ginger, colored stubble of a few day's growth around his red goatee. He decided against shaving, thinking of how hot it was gonna feel for the lad when he ate that tight fuck hole. He knew what he wanted, he was so afraid of hurting him. Every time he saw Jimmy he got more than a stirring in his groin. That boy had the keys to his heart. With a young, handsome tanned face, his blond shaggy head, a tight, lithe body and a firm, smooth tight ass. He felt his meat throb at the thought. Then growling he stretched. With his large, beefy arms on the ledge he sank down, closing his eyes, and sighed. After what seemed too short a time, Bull opened his eyes as the quiet of his soak was shattered by a group of rowdy travelers and their escorts. From their brogue, Bull could tell that the bravos were from Antlerberry, a district in the valley known for their reckless lifestyle. The young bravos led their escorts to the other side of the baths. With a sigh, Bull climbed out of the tub. One of the bravos, with his arm around a young lad, noticed Bull for the first time. He said, "Sorry to bother you brother. We just got off the road and are in some need of... recreation." This brought a laugh from the travelers. Bull reached for a towel and, while his back was turned to the group, looked over his shoulder, saying "No worries." The bravo, with his arm around the lads neck, spoke in his ear, "Maybe you should say you're sorry in your special way, hum dear?" Bull smirked and turned to face the group. The bravo's eyes got wide and the lad's mouth went slack when they saw Bull's meat and low hangers. Bull chuckled, watching their reaction as he sat down and pulled on his boots. Bull then grabbed his things and headed out of the bath area. With nothing on but his boots, Bull headed to the bar. Business had picked up since Bull first arrived. Many of the faces were new to him. Conversations died as this huge, naked man walked by. Jaws dropped open as patrons gawked at Bulls swinging manhood. Bull spotted his head driver sitting at the bar. Edward was sitting with his back leaning against the bar. With his shirt undone, his hairy chest and belly stuck out from his suspenders. The laces of his breeches were open and his legs spread wide as two naked young men rubbed him. One played with his wide hairy chest and round belly while the other stroked his aroused cock. Bull walked up, put his things on the bar, and stepped behind the boy with his back towards him, pressing his big hairy body against the kid's back. The boy let out a "coo" of surprise and leaned back against Bull. Feeling the warm moist mass of Bulls hairy body, he ground his hips. Eddy turned to Bull and with a grin said, "Wondered if you drowned, man." Bull smiles at the man. Bear delivered a beer saying, "Here ya go bro. I had to send Jimmy on an errand. He should be back soon." Then Bear was off to take care of another customer. The naked youth kept grinding back against Bull, reaching down to rub his thick, hairy legs. Noticing this, Eddy said, "Careful now. We don't need you getting The Bull all randy now. I wanna feel my cock when I'm fucking your hole, boy." Bull smirked and took a deep pull of his beer. "Watch my beer. I'll be back down with your pay." Eddy nodded and then continued to enjoy the attention he was getting. Bull grabbed his things and as he turned, slapped the boy on his bare ass. The slap was heard over the din of the bar, and the boy yelped as he jumped. He watched Bull depart. His thick neck and wide freckled shoulders went down to a firm hairy man ass. The boy bit his lip, lusting over that mountain of a man. Eddy's arm snaked around the lad, and he said, "Now, now. You can try that one later boy. After I break you in." Bull headed up to the room reserved for him, the stairs creaking under his weight. Closing the door behind him, he tossed his things on the wide bed. Looking around, there was the wardrobe, a desk with chair under a open window and in the corner, a pile of things from his recent trip. He hung his travel clothes in the wardrobe, reminding himself to have someone clean them later. Grabbing one of the bags, he began to pull out clothes. As much as he would prefer to go bare, it just drew too much attention, and usually from the undesired. Sitting on the soft bed, Bull pulled off his boots. Stretching and rubbing his chest, he looked at the thick pillows. As much as he would love to nap, there were some things that needed done first. Grabbing a pair of breeches, he stood and put the pants on. The soft tan pigskin felt good against his skin. Tieing the laces and rubbing his hands over his legs, he knows they are tight in all the right places. Sticking his hand down his pants, he adjusted himself for more comfort. Looking down, his cock and balls made a very noticeable bulge. Smiling he thought it was lewd, but, he liked it that way. He then chose a white cotton shirt, which he pulled over his head. The shirt was an old one, soft to the touch, loose with no sleeves. Bull had always preferred no sleeves. With arms so massive, it left room to move freely. His hand rubbed the brand over his right shoulder, the mark he took away from the Dog Militia, from when The Lion King Doggard brought the fractions to heel. Much younger in those days, he recalled Sargent Devon. The older veteran took a special interest in a young Bull, giving him the name he carries to this day. With a sigh Bull reached for his boots and pulled them on. Enough of the woolgathering, he grabbed a bag and walked to the desk, counting out the pay and shares for Eddy and his crew. After grabbing some golds for himself and putting away his bags, Bull picked up the box intended for his brother. With the box under his arm and bags of gold in hand, Bull descended the stairs to the main floor. Stepping behind the bar, he waited for his brother to finish with a customer. Bear turned toward Bull and saw the box, and smiled. Wiping his hands on, what used to be white bar rag, stepped up to Bull, saying, "Ah. Good." Bull grabbed a smaller bag of gold and tossed it to Bear saying, "Here ya go." Gesturing to the bigger bag, he said, "Need to lock this one up." Tossing the bag Bull has given him and catching it again, Bear replied, "Will do." He grabbed the box with the bag on top and headed to the back area. Bull headed around to the front of the bar. Walking up to Eddy, he handed him his bag. "I didn't have any silver, so I rounded up." Eddy hefted the bag and said, "More then last year." "Told you it would be a good run," Bull said with a smile. When Bear returned from the back, Bull said, "Smelling something good from the kitchen, bro." The big man looked around and, not seeing his server, turned to his brother. "We got a beef stew, lamb pie, or fish." "Stew," Bull replied. Nodding he asks, Dark or light bread with that?" Bull replied, "Dark." Bear nodded, "Be right back. Watch the bar for me." He turned and headed back to the kitchen. Bull retrieved his beer, grabbed a stool and waited for his meal. A few minutes later, a towheaded lad placed a big bowl of steaming stew in front of Bull. Bear came up behind the lad and, reaching around him, placed the dark bread next to the bowl. Pinning the lad to the bar with his weight, he said, "The next time I catch you gaming when you're supposed to be working? Well, let's say that it won't be just your arse that smarts." The boy looked up, glanced at Bull, and lowered his head in shame. Bull saw a tear fall from his crystal blue eyes. "Yes, Sir," the boy replied. With a low growl, Bear grabbed the kid in a one-arm hug. Say hello to your uncle." The boy sniffed and wiped his face with his sleeve. "Welcome back, Uncle Bull." With a smile, Bull said, "Thanks Tommy." With a big hairy paw on the boy's shoulder, Bear said, "Now go clean up the empties and wipe the tables." Yes Sir," Tommy replied. Jostling the boy by his neck, Bear said, "Good! Now give your father a kiss." Bear leaned over as Tommy stretched and gave him a peck on his scruffy cheek. The boy tended to his chores after grabbing a bar rag. Bull grabbed the spoon and stirred his stew. Looking up at Bear, he said, "When you gonna have a dark-haired kid?" Bear smirked and headed over to fill a customers mug. After the first spoonful of stew, Bull realized how hungry he was. No wonder, with this being the breaking of fast meal. He was tired of camp rations, so he had skipped the fare offered this morning. In no time he went thru both the stew and loaf of bread. After washing the meal down with his beer, Bull pushed himself away from the bar. As he stood, Tommy came over to clean his place. Bull slipped Tommy a few coppers and, rubbing his belly said, "Thanks, Tommy. Tell Geno that it was good." Picking up the bowl, plate and coins, the boy replied, "Thanks, Uncle Bull, I'll tell him." Bull waved at his brother as he headed out of the bar. "Where you off to?" Bear asked. "You'll see," Bull replied with a wicked grin. Outside the bar, Bull turned right and headed down the street. He nodded and smiled at the familiar faces he passed. He saw more of the local watch out and about, always in packs of three, no less. He wondered at that as he spied the venders gathered at the town square. Walking past the stalls, he inspected their offerings. Cloth, leathers, fruit, are all laid out for potential customers. The smell of cooked meat and charcoal in the air, made for a more festive buying mood. He saw an arms vender and headed toward the stall. A dark-skinned Kumate from the Southern continent was behind the table, clothed in a rich blue cloak, yellow shirt, and black pants. His white smile stood out against his coffee, colored skin. His singsong dialect confirmed his origins as he greeted Bull. "I'm afraid I 'll not be having much in your size, great bull. Still, have a look. Something may catch your seasoned eyes." Bull snorted. "Seasoned, eh?" "I only mean to say that you have the look of experience, my large friend." Bull grunted a "I see" as he looked over the mans wares. His eyes came to rest on an elk horn dagger. Picking it up, he unsheathed the blade, revealing a golden Kumate, water-drop steel, dueling dagger. The water-drop forging, left wavy impressions upon the curved metal. "My large friend has good taste. That, great bull, is a dagger fit for a prince." Bull glanced at the vender. "How much?" "For workmanship such as this, a mere five golds," the vender said with a bow. Bull gave the vender a weary look. "You must have been smoking that Kumatean hashish. I could buy two good swords for that." The man shrugged. "This may be, but the workmanship. You'll not find its like easily." Bull slammed the knife back into the sheath. Jimmy would love this. Bull sighed, not in the mood to haggle. "I'll give you two. I'm not in the mood to play today." "Four," the Kumate replied. "Three," countered Bull. "Done," the vender declared, clapping his hands together. Bull handed over the golds and tucked Jimmy's dagger in the waist of his pants. The vender bowed saying, "Good to do business with you, great bull." With a nod, Bull turned and walked away. It was still a steep price, but Jimmy's worth it. With his purchase complete, Bull headed toward the Tax offices. Walking along a high brick wall, he finally turned right thru the open wrought iron gates. He walked down the stone path, among a series of small buildings. They were situated so as to leave an open square in the middle. The clean whitewashed walls and red tiled roofs left the impression of an orderly affair. A fountain and a couple of tables and chairs, adorned the court yard. Bull found the office he sought with the sign, "Land Assessment" over a red, painted door. Bull entered, a bell announced his presence, and he saw a man seated behind a desk. Dressed in a white starched shirt, his silk vest was purple, as were the pants. The man stood. "Good day Sir. How may I help you?" "Good day." Bull replied. I'm looking for information on parcels of land for sale in the area." The clerk nodded and asked, "Residential or commercial?" "Residential," Bull replied. The clerk nodded and headed to the back, where he rummaged thru a file cabinet. Returning, he placed the paperwork on a counter, saying, "All of these announcements are current as of last week, Sir. Take your time and feel free with any questions you may have." Bull smiled at the man. "Thank you." Searching thru the papers, he found two that seemed to fit his desires. Reaching for a scrap of paper and pen, he jotted down the information he needed. Placing the pen back in the ink pot and folding the paper, the notes went into his shirt pocket. Bull straightened the announcements before leaving the office. Standing once again on the street and looking around, he saw the rolling hills, with large cypress and old olive trees dotting the countryside. It did feel good to be home, and with a deep breath, he smelled the old familiar scents. The salty sea and fish from the market rode the afternoon breeze. A pack of laughing boys, ran by, bringing Bull out of his reverie. He decided to go back to his room and take a nap. The stress of traveling weighed on him more with each passing year. The time for retiring from life on the road had come. He had more then enough golds put away, and with his stipend from the military he could live more than comfortably. Besides, with things as they were, the road life was not as safe as it once was. Bull plucked his shirt away from his chest. The cool morning had given way to a warm afternoon as his shirt began clinging to his moist body. Bull ducked as he stepped into the tavern. Slowly he moved toward the bar, giving time for his eyes to adjust. Bear stepped up to his brother, and Bull asked, "Jimmy back yet?" "Not yet." Nodding, Bull said, "Well, I'm off for a nap. Could you wake me when he gets back?" Bear nodded as Bull headed up to his room. Once in his room, Bull latched the door and removed his damp shirt, and laid it over the back of a chair to dry. He placed the dagger on the desk. Then sitting he removed his boots. Standing and undoing the laces of his breeches, he slid the soft leather off and stepped out, using the table for support. A warm breeze came from the window and Bull rubbed his moist chest hairs while looking out over the street. Reaching down he rubbed his moist balls, lifting them and letting them fall to slap his thigh. Bringing his hand to his face and rubbing it over his goatee, he smelled his own scent. He yawned as he padded toward the bed. Sinking into the soft down, Bull stretched out. He rubbed his crotch, to dry his sticky balls, his cock flopping back and forth. He decided against playing with his cock. With legs spread and hands behind his head, Bull drifted off. Bull woke with a start. Looking around the room, he saw that it was now dark out, but nothing else was amiss. He released the breath that he didn't realize he was holding and stretched. There was a banging on his door. "Uncle Bull!!!!" The voice yelled from the other side. "What?!" Bull replied. "Uncle Bull! Get up! You need to come down!" Bull slipped out of bed and, with a fluid motion, dashed to the door. Flipping the latch and swinging open the door, he saw a lad standing in the hall. The lad jumped back, seeing the large naked man bursting from the room. "What is it?" Bull said. "It's Jimmy, Sir." The lad replied, then turned and ran down the hall. "Jimmy?" Bull thought. Then it hit him like cold water as he fully awoke. "Jimmy!" Bull hurried to don his breeches, then rush down to the bar. Flying down the stairs and landing barefooted, he scanned the area. He saw a local watchman with a young man handing Jimmy to his father. Jimmy was dirty, with ripped clothes that hung from his limp body. Two patrons went flying as Bull charged toward Jimmy like his name sake. Bull stepped up and with a look that could kill, aimed at the watch man. The older man, not so small in stature, took a step back with hands raised and palms out. "Now, now." "Bull!" his brother stated. "Karl found Jim this way. He's a good man." Bear cradled his son in his large arms. Bull relaxed a little, then assess the damage done to Jimmy. Jimmy's hair was plastered to his forehead. Both eyes were swollen shut, and his blood soaked, shredded shirt attested to a broken nose. A strong smell of urine permeated the area. Jimmy mumbled thru swollen lips and shuddered. "Shh." Bear spoke softly, cradling his sons head. "You're safe now." Bull looked down, and rage engulfed him. He saw the boy's breeches were blood soaked and that the seat had been ripped open. His large hand shot out grabbing the watchman by the front of his uniform. Air escaped the mans lungs with the impact, as he is handled like a rag doll. "Who?" The question was spoken softly yet carried the same impact of his hand. Karl sputtered a reply, "Sweets!" "Sweets?" Bull repeated, looking over to his brother. Bear was picking Jimmy up gently. "Tommy?" Bear inquired, keeping his eyes on his battered son. "Sir," was Tommy's reply. "Go get Father Ferning. Tell him to come here. Now." Bear kept his voice low as he turned and carried Jimmy to the back rooms. Movement caught Bulls eye, and he saw Tommy fly out of the tavern. Young hands grabbed his forearm. He turned to see the lad who was with the watchman. "Mr. Bull Sir. Please, Sir. I was with Mr. Karl when we found Jimmy." The youth looked from Bull to his hand, still clenching the front of the watcher's uniform. Bull followed the look and realized he still held the man. Releasing his grip, he said, "Oh. Ah. Sorry." Karl straightened his uniform and replied, "Understandable. I'd feel the same if it were mine." Bull looked to where Bear had taken Jimmy, to the lad, to Karl, then back to where Bear had gone. "Jim," he said softly to himself. The rage was replaced with worry for Jimmy, and Bull suddenly felt drained. He felt a hand on his arm and looked to see Karl. "Let's have a seat." Karl steered him toward a table and chairs as he spoke to the lad. "Travis. Grab us a bottle, that's a good lad." Travis dashed off. Bull sat, rubbing his face, thinking "this can't be happening". Karl sat watching Bull intently. "Try to relax," he said. Bull snorted. "Relax", he thought. Travis returned with a bottle and two mugs. Karl popped the cork and poured, sliding one mug toward Bull, saying, "Here." Without looking, Bull grabbed the mug and drank. The spirits burned his throat and warmed him as it went down. He took another drink,k and drained the mug, and set it down. Karl refilled Bulls mug and took a small sip of his. Looking toward the back, Bull asked, "Who is this Sweets?" Glancing up at Bull with hooded eyes, Karl looked back at his drink. "That piece of dung is a real piece of work. 'Captain' Sweets was Lord Sweets. After his father disgraced himself in the King's eyes, all the family holdings were confiscated, the man beheaded, and the family sent out to the streets." Tommy rushed into the tavern, dragging a old man still in his night shirt by one wrist, a medical bag in his hand. Bear came out from the back and ushered the healer into the room. Silently, he stood at the door till the healer closed it, then joined the others at the table. With a shaky hand, Bear grabbed the bottle and took a healthy pull. Karl continued the story. "Sweets still had some friends, so with their help, he got a position high in the Militia. That bastard thinks he's better then the common man, still thinks he's royalty. He runs a racket with the businesses in the area for 'protection.' Those that don't pay..." Karl left the statement unfinished with a shrug. "Daden Sweets." Bear said the name with venom. "That prick tried to get me to pay. He got Jimmy to get to me." Bull grabbed his brother by the arm and, looking to Karl asked, "How long has this been going on?" "For a few months now," Bear answered. "Travis. Go see if the Father needs anything." Travis nodded then ran off to the back of the bar. "Why hasn't anyone stopped this?" Bull asked. Karl pushed his unfinished mug away and sat back. "Sweets has what is equivalent to a small army, and his goons get a share of the take, so they are rather enthusiastic." Bear snorted. "Enthusiastic. Those bloody bastards are down right evil. At first people refused, then things got nasty. You remember Tollar, the mason?" Bull nodded. "Yeah. Big fucker. Temper on him too." Bear nodded. "That's the guy. His place was down by the river. Well, he got burned out when he refused to pay. There are others as well." "What of you?" Bull asked his brother. "A couple of his boys came around, and I told em where they could put it. About three weeks ago I caught one trying to set the tavern on fire. Scratch one prick. Now, guess I'll be payin'." Bull grabbed his brothers wrist and, leaning in said, "Bear no. He'll pay for what he did to Jim, by the gods he'll pay." Bear cut him off, saying, "No, no, no. Jim's alive, thanks the gods, but I can't take a chance of that fucker getting his hands on Tad." "Tad?!?!" exclaims Bull, sitting straight. "You can't mean..." "Aye, he does," Karl interrupts. "Sweets likes em young. The younger the better, the more they squeal," Karl stated. A cold rage filled Bull, his mind turning upon itself, trying to digest everything he'd heard. Karl stood saying, "I need to get back. I'll stop by after my watch, see if ya need anything." Bear looked up at Karl. "Thank you, Karl. Thanks for bringing my boy home." Karl nodded to both, "Bear. Bull," turned and headed out the door. Silence covered the now empty bar, both men lost in their thoughts. After a while Father Ferning came from the back, wiping his hands with a towel. Both men stood Bear asking, "How is he?" Ferning waved for them to sit, as he grabbed a chair and joined them. He grabbed the mug used by Karl and killed it. Bear refilled the mug as the healer started to explain. "He'll live. Mostly bruises, nothing broken, except for his nose. I reset that but...." "What?" Bull prodded. The healer looked to the men. "It's his arse. He's got six radial tears that I had so sew up. I found men's seed in him, but the lad had more then just cock in him." Bear closed his eyes, resting his head in his hands. "I have the two lads cleaning him up, and I have given him some essence of the poppy. That's more for sleep then for pain. He's sleeping now." Bull reached into his pocket and slid three golds to the healer, saying, "Thank you, Father." The healer took the coins, saying, "I left more essence by the bed. You'll want to keep him clean down there. Give him nothing but broth and water for a few days." Standing, he continued, "I'll stop by in a couple of days to check on him." Both Bear and Bull nodded their understanding. Before he turned to go the healer said, "I'm sorry, Bear. We'll get your boy right again." Both men sat in shock. Then Bear put his head back in his hands and moaned. "By the gods." Bull reached over and rubbed his brothers neck and shoulder with his meaty hand. "Go lie down, get some rest." Bear sat up, looking at Bull. "How can I sleep now? I..." Bull cut him off, saying, "Go try. You're exhausted. I'll sit up with Jimmy." "But what of you?" Bear asked. Bull stood. "I'm fine. I had a nap, you didn't. You need to be thinking straight come morning." Bear stood as well, and both men embraced each other. Bull could feel the trembling in his brother's big body as he silently wept. "We'll set this right. We'll get that bastard." Bear broke the hug and sniffed. Nodding and turning he headed to his room in a daze. Bull watched his brother go and, with a sigh turned, heading to the back of the bar. Bull entered the small room as the lads are finishing. Tommy, seeing his Uncle, whispered, "He sleeping, Uncle." Bull wrapped his arm around him, saying, "Good lad. Now you boys go get some rest. I'll stay with Jim." Both left the room in silence as Bull looked at the prone Jimmy. He grabbed a chair, placed it softly by the bed, sat and reached for Jimmy's hand, holding it as he watched the boy sleep. Even on the poppy, Jimmy slept fitfully, kicking and moaning. The soft pleas of "No", escaping his swollen lips, brought tears to the big mans eyes and revenge to his mind. After Jimmy settled down, Bull patted the lads hand. Wiping his eyes he stood and decided to get some coffee. Stepping into the bar area, he froze when he saw the front door ajar. Scanning the area, he saw a dandy lounging at one of the tables, cleaning his nails with a dagger. Bull padded, barefooted, toward the stranger. Seeing Bull, the dandy stood and slid away from the table. Bull instantly disliked the stranger and his air of superiority. Black hose tucked in knee high black boots. A blood red shirt, black leather vest, and rapier at his side. His black hair was slicked back, tied in a ponytail. A waxed mustache adorned his pinched face. "Rat", was the first thing that came to Bulls mind. The dandy sized up the big, half-naked man and said, "You must be the, traveling brother." Bulls battle reflexes kicked in as he balanced his weight to the balls of his feet. "What do you want, Rat man?" Karl walked down a deserted street toward the tavern. Weary after a long watch, he felt like going home to have a drink and sleep. However, he had promised to stop by to check on things. Seeing the front door of the tavern cracked open, light spilling out to the late hours, hearing the deep voice that could only be the Bull saying, "What do you want, Rat man?" Karl silently slid up to the door, quietly pulling his saber. Ignoring the jab and examining his nails, Rat man replied, "My employer has heard that the boy has had an accident Most unfortunate." Bull clenched his big hands, rage beginning to build for this maggot. After waiting for a response that never came, the man continued. "Perhaps a bit of protection is required in these troubled times." Bull took a step toward the dandy, ready to remove his head, stopping only to look down at the end of a rapier, pointed at his chest. Bull followed the rapier to look at the puny man, sneering. He's fast, practiced, and a dead man. Suddenly the door flew open, banging against the wall, and Karl entered with drawn saber. Rat man danced back and to his left. The three men took each others measure as a heavy foot-fall came from overhead. Karl slid next to Bull as Bear charged down the stairs. "What in the name...." Bear cursed as he came to a stop next to his brother. Dressed in only a under breeches, Bear took in the scene. "Well, well, quite the little party we have here," the Rat announced. Never taking his eyes from the three men, Rat man stepped toward the now fully open door. "No need for another tragic accident this evening. Think on what I have said." With that, the Rat man slipped away into the night. His voice came from the inky darkness. "In fact, sleep on it." "What in SAM Hell was that?" Bear questioned. Bull walked to the open door, closed and re-latched it, and said, "Sweets man, making a point." "Aye," Karl said putting up his saber. "Don't know the chaps name, but a nasty one, that one is. Professional killer he be." Bear turned to his brother. "What happened?" "I came out to make some coffee and found him sitting at one of the tables," Bull explained. "He was discussing protection and I was fixing to kill him, when Karl came in." He turned to Karl, "Thanks for having my back, man I owe you a drink." Karl nods. "I'll take it." He smiled at Bull. Bull smiled back as he moved behind the bar. Bull grabbed a bottle and glass and, poured a drink for Karl, with a questioning look at his brother as Bear came up next to him. Bear shook his head in the negative and started the coffee. Karl stepped up to the bar, undoing the top two buttons of his blue,uniform shirt. Taking off his saber and belt, he placed them on the bar, then sat across the bar from Bull. Bull watched the man drink and took in his ruggedly handsome looks. With a thick neck, strong jaw, and a wide nose that's been broken a few times, hazel eyes under a wide forehead and thinning, graying auburn hair, Karl looked like he had been around the block a few times. Karl swallowed, set his drink down, and looked at Bull watching him. "What?" he asked with a smile. With a small smile, Bull shook his head, "Nothing. Be right back." Bull turn to the back, checking on Jimmy. The only sounds in the bar were from Bear cleaning and fixing the coffee. Karl became lost in his thoughts when Bull returned. Bear stopped what he was doing, a questioning look to his brother. "Sleeping," Bull confirmed, rubbing the back of his neck. Bear nodded and returned to his chores. Bull walked over to Karl and, with a sigh, sat next to the man. Bear put two mugs on the bar, then filled them with the fresh coffee. The big man stood there, staring at the steaming mug. Karl watched the big man behind the bar, dark circles under his eyes and a grim expression upon his face. He looked to Bull. The man just looked, sad. Bull snapped out of his thoughts and, looking from Karl to his brother, said, "We need to talk." "What's to discuss? I pay. The safety of my boys comes first." "Aye! You pay, make that prick think he's won." Karl shifted in his seat, giving full attention to Bull. "You have something in mind." It was a statement, not a question. "Aye! I do," Bull replied, looking to Karl. "That would be?" his brother asked. Glancing at Bear, then at his steaming mug, he said, "I have to send some messages, but in the mean time," he pointed a finger at his brother, "you need to send the boys away." "Away," Bear said more to himself. "I guess I could send them to their mothers, in Whitecap." Karl nodded, "Nice place, except for the fact that it's all women. It's far enough away, and no man would show his face, unless related. Even the traders send women to do business there." "Aye," Bear replied. "Tad's gonna hate it, though." "Why's that?" Bull asked. "His mother is gonna insist he wear clothes. Gods help her there." All three men laughed at the images that came to mind. "What else?" Bear asked. "Right now, I just need a good 'runner'. Later I'll need a place to meet, away from prying eyes," Bull answered. "Well, I've got just the 'runner' you need," Karl stated. "Travis." He nodded, looking at the brothers. "He's a little street rat at heart. He's got connections and knows his way around the watch." "How long have you known him?" Bear inquired. Taking a sip from his drink, Karl replied. "A couple years now. I busted him coming out of someone's home one night. We've been together since." "Got to you did he?" Bull smiled. "Aye," Karl replied with a sigh. "He's a good kid and a fine piece of ass. Can't seem to get enough dick. He's left me sore more then just one night." Karl reached down, tugging and rubbing his crotch, adjusting his swelling member in his suddenly too tight, blue pants. Looking from crotch to face, Bull smiled at Karl. Karl stood and adjusted himself till he felt more comfortable. Leaving an impressive tent in his pants, Karl sat back down facing Bull. Wiping his moist forehead with the heel of his hand, Karl looked from Bull to Bear. "Warm in here." "Well you're the only one fully dressed," Bear pointed out. Looking over to his brother, "Who are you sending messages to?" Bull looked to his brother, "Remember that group of mercs I traveled with, right after the war?" "Aye I do," Bear nodded. "That's a lot of hands." "Naw," Bull shakes his thick head. "I'm only gonna contact five. Five men with the right talents for what I need." Finishing his coffee, he reached for the bottle and poured. "Till then I have time to get other things ready." He slid the bottle toward his brother. Bear growled. "What if someone else comes by?" Bull slammed down his drink and poured. "No worries there. The damage is done and the message sent. No one's gonna come by till they want to collect." "Jimmy? Bear asked." "Let him sleep. When he finally wakes, he'll have to deal. Now I think it's best to relax and blow off some pent-up stress," Bull stated. He took a drink, then his hand shot out and grabbed Karl by his shirt again, pulling the man between his thick legs. Karl looked startled and, placed his hands on the big mans shoulders. "Besides," Bull smiled, undoing the buttons on Karl's shirt and winking at his brother. "We have a much too warm guest." He stopped and looked into Karl's hazel eyes. "I'm sorry." "For what?" Karl asked. "If I hurt you earlier," Bull replied, pulling the shirt and under cloth from Karl's pants. Karl's was speechless, surprised at this mountain of a man and his tender touch. Bull slid a big paw behind Karl's neck, feeling his military style haircut under a calloused hand. He pulled Karl to him, snaking a big arm around his waist. Whispering, "Sorry," his mouth engulfed Karl's. Karl's melted into Bull, returned the kiss, and wrapped his arms around him, feeling the big mans hair covered, wide, muscular back. Moans and growls escaped both men as they became lost in their kiss. Bear watching the scene unfold before him, reached down tugging his swelling cock. He slipped off his under cloth and stepped out from behind the bar, coming up behind Karl. Bull sensed his brothers presence and, breaking the kiss, both men undressed their guest. Bear slid Karl's shirt off, tossing it on the bar, tugging his undershirt over his head as Bull undid the buttons on Karl's pants. Karl's cock sprang free as Bull slid a hand into Karl's pants, freeing his moist balls. "Mmm, commando," Bull stated. Leaning back, Karl returned a kiss offered by the bearded Bear. With the man's hairy chest against his smooth back and his big furry arms, Karl understood what it was like to be wrapped in a warm, bearskin rug. Breaking the kiss, Bear looked into Karl's eyes. "Thanks for bringing my boy home," he whispered. Karl looked into Bears sad brown eyes and, clearing his throat replied, "Welcome, man." Hearing a stool slide on the floor, Karl looked to see Bull stand and undo the laces of his leather pants. Peeling the leather down his hips, Bull freed his manhood, his rigid cock standing out with huge balls hanging low. A fat pink head, peeked out from its foreskin, shiny and wet. Karl couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Bulls cock throb. The scent of the mans ripe groin, made his mouth water. Licking his lips, Karl reached out to confirm what he saw. Feeling the soft skin slide over an unforgivably hard shaft, a soft "Fuck!" escaped Karl's lips. Looking up to Bull, he said, "I can't take that boyos." Bears bearded face whispered into Karl's ear, "You don't have to. We force no one, so just relax and enjoy." Karl cocked his head as he felt Bears soft beard on his ear and neck. "Besides." announced Bull with a smile. "I've got plans for our little savior here." Karl had to smile. He hadn't been called "little" since he was a small boy. His apprehension disappeared as Bear snuggled him, growling into his neck and soft, strong arms holding him tight. Truth be told, Karl had never felt as safe as he did with these two gentle giants. Bear snaked a hand down Karl's belly and grabbed the mans cock, slowly stroking him as the other hand toyed with a nipple. Karl watched as Bull peeled his pants down his massive legs. Tossing the leather aside, Bull pulled the stool back and sat. With legs spread and balls hanging, he reached for Karl's booted foot. Bear grabbed a stool and, sitting, hugged Karl to him for support. Karl could feel the man's hard cock against his lower back as Bear resumed stroking his. Bull slid the leather from Karl's foot and, letting the boot drop, brought his moist foot to his face. Karl felt the man's scruffy face on his tender foot, soon to be replaced with a wide, wet tongue. "By the gods," Karl moaned as Bull sucked in a big toe. Kissing the bottom of his foot and rubbing his goatee, Bull holds it to his face as he tugged at Karl's other knee. Karl lifted the other leg willingly, leaning back against Bear. Bear, supporting Karl, engulfed his mouth with his. Bull placed Karl's bare foot in his crotch as he worked at the other boot. With a muffled thud as the boot fell, and Bull starts kissing Karl's toes, tugging at the man's pants. Karl lifted his ass as Bull slid his pants off, tossing them with the boots. Bull stood, and Karl's feet dropped to the wooden floor. Bear levered Karl up to Bull's massive arms. With one arm resting on Karl's shoulder, Bull reached for his glass and took a drink. Karl did the same, then looked up into Bull's ice blue eyes. Bull bent to Karl and covered his mouth with his own. Karl could taste the strong spirits and smell the leather from his feet on the man's goatee. Bull placed a ham hock hand on the back of Karl's neck, guiding his face to his chest and to his left nipple. Karl sucked the offered nipple, running his hands over Bull's hard, hairy ass. Bull sucked in air thru his teeth and let it out with a moan. "Oh yea," he breathed as he stuck his chest out. Bear moved to the rear of his brother, stroking his furry back. Karl reaches up and, pushing Bull's arm off his shoulder, exposed the man's hairy pit. Bull's strong man smell filled Karl's nose as he buried his face in the moist pit. Bull spread his legs as his knees bent, arching his back and exposing his beefy, hairy ass to his brother. Bear softly stroked his brother's arched back down to his ass, sliding a finger down his hairy crack. Bull moaned louder as he braced himself against the bar, bending and stretching to expose more of himself for these men, his brothers finger sliding over his tender hole and Karl's sucking mouth on his pit With a growl and a "Fuck!" Bull stood, moved a few steps from the bar, and planted his big feet wide. "Come here," he told Karl. "I wanna taste my pit on your face, you hot little fucker." Bull grabbed Karl by the back of the neck, pulling him close, and savagely kissed and licked the man's face. "Yea," he breathed and licked his lips. Raising both arms and placing his hands behind his head, he told Karl, "Have at em, fucker." Karl, needing no further encouragement, having tasted the man, was more than eager for more. Bear slid behind his brother and squatting, spread the big man's hairy ass. Familiar with his brother's musk, Bear lapped him with his wide tongue, becoming more aroused with every lick, till he is growling and chewing his brother's fuck hole. Karl reached down and, finding Bull's fat cock wet with precum, stroked him. Bull moaned and growled, "Oh, you fuckers. Yea, fuckers. Breed me, brother. Breed me like one of your whore wives." Bear stood and pushed Bull forward. Bull's fist hit the floor as he planted his feet wide and braced. Fist to the floor and an arm resting on his knee, his face was even with Karl's hard, dripping cock. Bull got a whiff of cheese that made his mouth water. With a growl he swallowed the man's cock whole, his nose buried in Karl's moist pubes. Karl tossed his head back, eyes closed. Thrusting hips drove his painfully hard cock into Bull's wet and warm mouth. Bear spit on his brother and his cock, aiming up with his willing hole. In one shove, he buried his cock completely in his brother. Bull's moans were muffled in Karl's crotch as Bear pulled out fully and drove home again. Bear started fucking his brother, feeling his brother's ass muscles squeezing his cock. Karl, with his hands on Bulls head, started fucking his hot mouth. Sweat dripped off the men as moans and cruses filled the bar. The rhythmic slapping of flesh was pierced by a, "Who's the bitch now, brother?" Bear growled. Bulls hand flew to his cock, furiously beating his slick meat. Karl started to shake, "Oh fuck! Fuck!" Rising to his toes and using Bull's head for support, spilled his seed in the man's mouth. The taste of Karl's cum sent Bull over the edge. The huge man shook, screaming into Karl's crotch and spilling his load on the floor at his feet. As Bull came, his convulsing ass, squeezed the load from his brother. Bear grunted as he thrust his cock in and out of his brother's twitching hole. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, Bear whistled a "Whoa!" as he continued to fuck his seed into his brother. Karl, panting, dropped to his knees before Bull and kissed him. The taste of his cum mixed with the spirits and leather. Bull, with both elbows on his knees and sweat dripping from his face, returned the kiss as he was bumped into Karl from the rear. Bear stepped back, and his spent cock plopped from his brother's well, fucked hole. Breathing a, "Come here brother," he helped Bull to stand. He embraced Bull and, kissing him, tasted Karl's seed. Breaking the kiss, the brothers smiled at each other, then turned to Karl. Karl was kneeling wet, limp, and panting. Both held out their arms to him and brought him into a embrace. "Welcome to the family, brother."