Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2007 14:45:20 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: Christy Young 4 This is a work of fiction. Any name, place or activity between men, children or animals is purely a figment of my warped imagination. If you are a minor or it is illegal to read about alternate sexual activities in your area please leave now. No animals or humans were harmed in the making of the story. Christy Young 4 Towing a trailer with a horse through the heavier than normal wind and summer shower it took Christy about three hours to reach the station where he would stow the vehicle. He drove out of the storm little more than thirty miles before reaching his destination. The few items that he had not packed that he needed were kept there, including a hand-cranked radio that would be his only connection to civilization for the next five or six days. Once a day he would be expected to call in to the operator and report his status. There were no cell phone towers within reach of the pipeline so he was forced to resort to the old technology. Riding a horse through the Big Piney could be dangerous, there were a number of wild animals that could frighten Wizard and going after drug growers he could find himself in a gunbattle. badly injured or a captive of drug dealers turned kidnappers. If he verified the sighting of a marijuana patch the company would either helicopter some help in to destroy it or report the patch to the Texas Rangers or NARC's if it was heavily guarded. Twice Christy had run into growers that were as fully armed as immigration officers. He wouldn't want to get in another gun fight if he could avoid it, and planned on using his weapons only for defense. It was nearly noon by the time he headed out on Wizard's back from the company station. He had been told the coordinates and general size of the patch he was hunting when he radioed in that he was on horseback and heading north-east towards Lousiana. He wasan't being particularly alert to his surroundings, other than where the horse was stepping, this portion of the pipline was usually checked by chopper. It was only to check out a suspected problem that Christy or another of the clearance inspectors was dispatched. Since he had a horse and was willing to accept a per diem for the use, he was the primary inspector sent to this part of the pipeline. He was wondering what the company would do about a rider if he returned to the job he was trained to do. In actuality his mind was wandering over many of the changes and occurances of the past week. But even as wonderful as the weekend with the twins had been, he was obsessing over the momentuous decision he had made to find out what Wynn and Albie had enjoyed about having sex with Chico. The rugged mastiff was enjoying the run alongside his master and the horse. He knew that when they went into the forest this way that they would spend the night and maybe longer. You can't tell what is in a dog's mind other than friendliness, aggression or fear, so I'm not willing to say he was happy about the idea, but his head was high and his tail was wagging. Looking at his dog trotting beside them through the grass that was up to his belly Christy swore to himself that he would do what he had watched the twins do. Just the idea of sucking his dog's dick made his own stand up straight in his jeans. If he hadn't known that he needed to be somewhat attentive to the lay of the land he might have pulled it out and jerked off. At every mile marker Christy made a note in his journal that he would translate for his weekly report. He had gone seven miles before he noted that his mind had gone past the fun and games he had been playing with Wynn and Albie and all he could see in his mind was the tight ass of Ranger Gonzalez walking through his lawn and the boy's comment that he had been coming on to Chico. He had denied it to Albie, but there was probably a lot of truth in the youth's obser-vation. Ranger Gonzalez was a K-9 officer and his double-entrendre about the mastiffs being a handful suggested that there might be a chance that he had found an adult that was into his dog. The sun was still not setting when the huge pines threw the clearance into full shade and made walking the horse over uneven ground unwise. Christy checked the GPS and saw that he would be coming upon the first spot he was to check in less than two miles, so he decided he should get some sleep and wait for the sun to rise. He didn't like the idea of crawling around a drug dealer's pot patch in the dark. Besides, the animals needed some food and water and he was tired. As close as he was to the small streams and bayous that wound their way through the Big Piney he was well aware that he would need to cover his arms and face if he hoped to leave the forest looking human. The mosquitos that bred in the pools left when those streams weren't flowing had been the object of many a tall Texan tale. The truth was that they were generally fierce and bloodthirsty but no bigger than any place that had much standing water. Chico was protected with the meds the vet prescribed, but Christy couldn't tolerate Deet or the other pesticide that was in commercial sprays and lotions. The Avon product that his fiance had made him try helped, but it wasn't real effective when he was the only human target for miles around. His only hope was to build a fire and keep his skin loosely covered. A friend of his had told him to burn a bit of sage when camping to counteract whatever attraction he had for mosquitos, he would use all three methods to stay comfortable. Christy was ready to slip between a set of sheets he was using as a bedroll when Chico tried moving in with him. They had only slept together a few times and then only to keep dry and warm on equally miserable trips. Having made a pillow out of his pants and shirt Christy wasn't willing to have the big dog kicking off the sheets and leaving him at the mercy of the flying scavengers. It was still early and Christy had gotten hard while trying to discourage Chico from laying too close. Without a thought about right or wrong the lonely man reached under the dog and gently stroked the protruding sheath as the dog's dick slowly began peeking out and lengthening Christy wondered what he was doing. Chico didn't, the dog had the experience of two little boys doing just this and when he stood up and inched his way over Christy's face had reason to believe he was going to find relief from the swelling. When the boys had been sucking and fucking with Chico Christy hadn't paid much attention to his size, but with the dick getting closer to his face and trying to maintain his resolve to suck his companion he looked at it carefully. For a big dog, Chico was not over endowed. What Christy saw approaching him was about as thick as the neck on a beer bottle and maybe five and a half or six inches long. The change in color from flaming pink to an angry red and purple alarmed him but he wouldn't admit to himself that the two young boys that had done so much to please him and Chico over the weekend were braver than him. I don't think it was fear that wouldn't let him open his mouth fully at first, but uncertainty as to what he would be tasting and getting himself into or perhaps what he would become. First he smelled the acrid odor of old piss and unwashed dog. But as his tongue touched the tip of Chico's dick and the dog let a double drop of precum loose he pulled back. Convincing himself that the taste was no worse than eating pussy he again stuck out his tongue and licked the length of the hard dick that was waiting for him. Within a few licks and a few more drops of precum he was hooked on the flavor and dragged Chico over his head and worked his mouth around all the dick he could reach. Sucking another dick was more exciting than sucking the head and two inches of his own shaft, although Chico was not as thick. The mastiff was unable to withhold his cum for long and with the man's lips bouncing against the knot gave up a load that Christy decided was neither as salty, peppery or as thick as his own. Chico stood without moving for an-other five minutes as Christy gently milked him empty of cum by squeezing and massaging the knot. Christy woke the next morning before the sun was up with a stale, putrid taste in his mouth. It was while brushing his teeth that he remembered that he had spent a half hour with Chico's dick in his mouth. He was happy about having done it, but didn't think he would be making it a regular habit. He had wanted to know what the Stevenson twins got out of playing with Chico and now had a slight idea. He was sitting beside the fire drinking a cup of Chicory coffee when the realization that he had only gone half way hit home. Waiting for the sun to rise enough to leave camp he debated the idea that befoore he returned to the farm he would allow Chico access to his ass. He knew he wanted to fuck the Texas Ranger, but not ever having been in a man's ass wasn't sure what might give him pleasure. The fact that men and dogs are very different in their sexuality did not register as Christy thought about what having his ass fucked would mean to his education. They covered the two miles to the first patch suspected of being marijuana before the sun had climbed over the smallest trees. Christy had carefully tied Wizard about three hundred yards back in the forest and then he and Chico quietly made their way to the clearance to see what was there. Experienced at this Christy didn't not expose himself before creeping along the length of the patch and waiting for Chico to signal that there was other people around. Neither he nor the dog sensed or smelled anything. They were about twenty paces past the patch when Christy stepped out from under the cover of the big trees into the clearing. The grass under foot was mowed and the patch of marijuana that was supposed to cover less than thirty yards stretched for a quarter mile. Unable to count that many full grown plants in the time he had walked along the patch he estimated that he had found more than three thousand plants in this one patch and turning towards Lousiana saw another patch just as large five hundred yards further along. These patches didn't even deserve an exploration. The company would need to call the authorities quickly and get thirty or forty people out to dig them up. He was marvelling at the sight and deciding about whether he should follow the pipeline further along or call in immediately. He didn't get the chance to do either. Four shots hit the ground at his feet, he and Chico dove for the cover of the bigger trees only to have more bullets hitting the trees and ground around them. Christy tried hiding behind a thick pine but as he made the run he was graze on the right side of his forehead. The blood gushed and made it nearly impossible for him to see where he was going. Somewhat dazed he hugged the tree until the whining of the dog made him understand that Chico was also hit and needed help. Having been wounded before he knew the only way to stop the flow of blood was pressure, but the only thing he had that could put pressure on his head was his belt. Carefully, Christy removed his shoes and socks. After putting the shoes back on and folding the cotton sock in three he held it to his wound while dragging the belt out of its loops. Slightly groggy but knowing he would survive Christy softly called to his dog. Locating Chico's whining Christy decided that he could crawl to his side without getting killed. Chico was laying under a laurel bush licking his wounded leg, the bullet had only broken the skin and cut a path about a quarter inch deep and two inches long. Once he was treated with the first aid kit Christy was certain that the dog would be okay, he was glad enough to see his owner that the dog licked most of the non-dried blood from his face and throat. Working his way back to Wizard quietly and slowly Christy was able to retreat with no further injuries. Before he tried to doctor himself or the dog he dug the radio out of the items he had packed at the camp that morning to find that a bullet had richocheted through the forest into the backpack and become lodged in the magneto. Cursing his inability to reach out for help he thanked God for protecting Wizard. There was no way Chico would be able to walk the nine miles back to the truck, Christy had learned his front leg was broken; he was con-flicted about his duty to the company at the moment anyway. Should he try to find out how many people were guarding the patches or should he do everything to get away? After moving Wizard and Chico into a slight depression Christy was unable to climb back out, not because of it being too steep or muddy, but because of blood loss and the thick carpet of pine needles that made his way slippery. For a short time he slept and when he woke found a less treacherous way back to the marijuana patch. He thought he was being careful and looking in all directions and moving slow enough to catch sight of anyone moving ahead of him. Perhaps he moved too slowly, as he tried crawling under a stand of short trees not far from where he'd been shot he heard a low southern drawl tell him to drop his weapons and lay on the ground. Without Chico to guard his back he had been ambushed like an amateur. He remembers trying to get away and then nothing. When Christy woke he was handcuffed and tightly chained to the foot of a metal cot. There were three men sitting in the center of the room talking and four coon hounds, a bloodhound and what he thought was a Chesapeake Bay Retriever laying around the small cabin. One of the men was bitching at the oldest one about not being able to go into town and get some pussy. The older man didn't sound like he was in charge, but was not going to allow either of the other two to break their boss's rules. "Go jack it off, what do you think the rest of us do?" The hint that there were more men worried Christy, he hadn't just traipsed into a grower's den, but more likely a cabin in the forest where a dealer secreted any of his hot employees. The two patches of pot that he'd seen could easily had fifteen to twenty thousand plants, that would probably be worth sixteen to twenty million dollars, enough money to make many people disappear. He knew he should be trying to follow the conversation to get whatever information might help him learn who his captors were and why he was being held. One of the few matters that gave him some encouragement was that none of the men in the room seemed to be the one that would pronounce his fate. How wrong he was to hold on to any optimism in the face of disaster. "Jacking off isn't enough, I do that every morning." The young man really sounded disgusted that there wasn't going to be a better outcome to his bitching. The men hadn't spoken for a few minutes, during which Christy became more aware of his surroundings and shifting his weight from his knees reminded his captors that he was in the cabin. "There's a boy pussy, fuck it." The old man that had been telling the younger one to jack off pointed at Christy. It wasn't until that moment that he was aware how vulnerable he was. Sometime between knocking him out and tieing him to the cot his clothes had been ripped off, Christy assumed it was to check if he was wearing a wire, tape recorder or locator. He didn't think that he was going to be a victim of the men's need to fuck until they agreed that he was a choice the boss wouldn't object to. Christy couldn't see which man was which and it wouldn't have mattered much, his ass was going to be used by all three as the convenient hole it was. The men started to argue about who was going to be first when the older man went "he looks like he might be virgin, so why not let the smallest dick start. By the time you two are done he might be opened up enough to take me. If not, ole Willy will open him the rest of the way." He couldn't believe the pain, if the first dick was the smallest he was in for Hell. As it plunged into his ass chute without any lube the dick felt like a table leg that had been shoved into a dowel hole. He would have been howling loud enough to be heard in the nearest town but one of the others gagged him with an undershirt that must have been worn for two weeks before being removed. Although he was in agony Christy swore he would get revenge on the three men. After each man dropped a load in his ass the fucking became less painful and by the time he was taking the sixth load he understood how the Stevenson twins had enjoyed taking all ten inches of his cock. "Hey, Junior we gotta hurry up. They'll be wondering where we are. Bring ole Willy and Red in here, we wouldn't want our guest to get too lonely before Gorilla and his boys get back." Christy had been misunderstanding them about Willy. He had the idea that there was an old camp cook with four or five shriveled inches of cock that would get the last shot at him. Who Red was he had even less of an idea. When the bloodhound and the retriever were lead into the cabin he let go with a load of piss in the middle of the floor. These guys weren't really going to mate him with these two dogs were they? Seeing the puddle forming under the captive, the youngest 'man' whipped off his belt and beat Christy's ass until it showed as much blood as skin. He was putting his belt back in his pant loops when Willy stuck his nose in the crack of Christy's ass took a few lazy laps at the cum leaking out and mounted him without any fuss or missed thrusts. He was slapping his knot against Christy's hole in less than a minute. One of the other men took the gag out of his mouth and led Red to that side of the cot and with a warning that he shouldn't even think about biting the dog drew him up over Christy's head and guided the three pink inches to his mouth. He didn't know how long he was alone with the dog's but he heard three more men enter the cabin swearing about the smell and the present the first group had left them. Red had not lasted as long as Willy, the big red dog plopped off the cot and went to lay by the door and lick himself. In the place of a dog dick Christy saw a purplish-black cock staring at him. The solitary eye was leaking precum at the prospect of finding a new home and when the man pulled Christy's head as high as the chain would let him plunged his cock straight into his waiting throat. For the next two hours Christy took nine loads from three black cocks, while the men shouted racial and queer hating words and phrases that raped his ears and mind as hard as the thick cocks raped his mouth and ass. Finally able to rest Christy tried calculating the time he'd been out of touch with the radio operator and wondering if his boss would call the authorities right at forty-eight hours or wait for dawn the following morning. As his tor-turers slept Christy dozed restlessly assuming that the worst was now over. He'd never run across one of these camps that had more than six guards. An alarm that sounded 'reveille' woke the men and before leaving they lined up like troopers to unload their piss down Christy's throat. Gagging and sputtering on the first bitter load he couldn't believe Wynn had drank his piss all day long, with a second load streaming across his tongue and gurgling down his throat he decided it wasn't that bad and when he was treated to the third load he knew he would leave the cabin dedicated to drinking piss whenever and wherever he found it. It was the first time since waking that he was alone. The cabin was not much more than a rough slat sided cabin with a roof of pine branches. Although he'd seen six men, he only saw five cots. He decided that there must always be at least one of them on guard. Though with the pattern of alternating watch he couldn't see why there were five cots. He was struggling with the cuffs on his wrists when four more men walked into the cabin. He was astounded that they were four different men than those that had already been there, he knew before they spoke that these were the owners of the coon hounds. There was no doubt in his mind they were cajuns from deep within the Lousiana swamps. When the first one spoke about the 'niggers' and 'spics' leaving the cabin smelling like piss he knew he was right. As soon as they saw him they broke out laughing at the toy 'the boss' had sent. For the next seventy-two hours Christy entertained the guards with his mouth and ass. If one of them wasn't using him, he was being mounted by one or more of the hounds. He wouldn't have believed it possible to survive on cum and piss for three days without feeling the need to eat solid food, but having twelve men and six dogs pumping protein in his mouth kept him from weakening or starving. One of the last men to get a shot in his mouth was the vilest and kept threatening to make him eat shit, but he was kept from doing it by his partner that didn't want their toy to be puking all over himself or the cot and cabin. It probably wouldn't have mattered to any of the other groups had they heard what the man wanted, every eight or ten hours a couple of them took him out and gave him an enema and splashed him with a bucket of cold water.