Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2019 17:00:56 +0200
From: CigarBull@mail.com
Subject: Bull and two boys. 10 - Poker game; Searlas and Eckhardt have their first boys

Post under gay, bisexual, authoritarian, adult-youth, rural

Here is the next installment of Bull and two boys.  In it you will follow
the saga of a strapping young man blessed and cursed with a cock of
Brobdingnagian proportions as he finds adventure and comes to understand
and relish his nature as a hard man of sometimes sex and sometimes
violence. A born conqueror of men, he will battle his way through
picaresque exploits from young marine to for-hire mercenary, to Montana
state trooper and back to his first love, ranch hand on his father's cattle
and horse spread in the Seely-Swan valley of western Montana.  As he does
he will mix things up with unruly, rebellious natives, local men, snooty CA
liberal scum invading his beautiful state, condescending eastern tourists
and gay boys looking for fun after a pride march.  This is fiction, though
often based on many of my own experiences - literary-ized, so to speak -
and is not meant for anything other than pleasant day-dreaming over a good
cigar for the rare ubermen and popper for the plentiful untermench in this
PC world of ours.

Cigars are part of what makes a man a man, and I suggest you – hunters -
give em a try.  Just chawing is plenty enough – gets yer head spinnin
and the rest of you rarin for action.  They are the best high and
incitement to vigorous activity/mastery known.  Let the bottom boys do
their poppers, you Men, give a big black,strong stogie a try.

If you like this story and want more, let me know.  Might make it available
in novella form privately (maybe more violent) as it's been re-written so
many times after being posted on Nifty.  And, writing of Nifty, this tale
and all the others are only possible when you fags cough up the dough to
keep it goin. So, contribute and contribute plenty - today.  For top men,
fergit it, only the fags should pay. That's an order!


Bull and two boys. 10 – A MONTANA POKER GAME.

After Mass and communion (man, did the priest got an earful when Mitch went
to confession), then dinner, Mitch asked his father if they could take a
stroll together.  Sighing in expection of a contrite confession of some
sort from the baddest bad boy of the family, Darach resigned himself and
off they went.  Father was soon disabused as son talked - as always
respectfully - but this time seriously.  Mitchell told his father of the
young man he had found freezing up in the mountains, of his unhappy home
life in the swamp that Massachusetts was, of his genuine love for Montana
and for his hope that he could relocated here.  For once, a transplant from
the leftist nightmare that America was becoming who wanted to move to
Montana, but not to change it.  This boy wanted to mold himself to all
which made it great. Mitch also shared his opinion that, though it was only
speculation now, the young man might well make a worthy consort for Angela.

`This all sound reasonable, Mitchell, though yer way ahead of things about
Angela.'  As father listened to son, he was pleased. In all Mitchell's
talk, there had not been a single self-congratulatory word about saving
another man's life, or about himself at all.  His hot-tempered boy with
such a talent for getting into trouble also and above all had a fine, good
heart.  `I'm proud of you Mitchell.'  `Thank you, father!  Nothing in the
world made him happier than his father's praise.  `Is it ok to let the
young man know he has a job if he wants it?'  `Did you explain that this is
hard work.'  `Yes sir, I laid it out clearly and in detail.'  `Yes then,
certainly.'  And they resumed their stroll reverting back to Montana
dialect talking ranch business and preparations for the winter that seemed
to be already upon them.

Parting at the house, Darach went in.  Moving toward his beat-up old Dodge,
Searlas and Eckhardt stopped what they were doing – forking muck - and
waved him over.  `What's up brothers?'  `Oh, nothin much Mitch.'
`Mitch???,' he thought,'They was the worst teasing bout them names of his.'
`We was just wondein what is was like when you, ah, punished Ernie' Hardt
said, kinda low and mumbly.  `Yeah, we was wonderin.' Searl added with the
words fallin off quietly at the end.  Mitch got it.  `Well...boys, it was
man's work, but somebody had to do it and, as ya know, I'm equipped.' `Stop
yer bragging Mitch, we got big cocks too or ain't u ever noticed?  Com'on
what's it like.'  Hardt and Searl were now more or less tag-teaming their
eager questions `OK, I'll tell ya.  It hurt.  I had a big night right
before and my dick ached.'  `What's it like when yer dick don't ache.'
`Very, VERY fine is what it's like.  None o that easy stuff like you gotta
do with girls.  In a guy you kin really let loose and slam.'  `Yeah, we saw
that Mitch.  It did look like it was kinda fine.'

`Well then, git yerselves some boy tail, ain't hard ta do. Everybody knows
we're all hung and that's the only thing most fags think about.'  `Fags'
came murmuring out from both of them, `do you push em around too Mitch?
`Sure as Montana is big I do. They fuckin love bein manhandled. Most of em
never met a man in their lives – till me.' `Rough em up?  Hard?'  `Fists
even, like with Ernie.'  `Yeah you can rough em up, you can beat em up,
hard, fists, them make em crawl and work yer piece with the kind of
straight-out worship neither woman or girl wud ever offer.  You can smoke
yer cigar right in their face while yer jack hammering their boy-pussies.
The stogie high and the high of feeling that tight throat and butt hole
squeezing a big O'Rourke cock – nothing half so fine in the world boys,
cept for our family and Montana itself.  And brothers, they know how to
serve like no woman. Can really take it and take it.  Ye'll feel greater
than ya ever did before.  Only thing lackin is they can't present us with
sons, and seein yer woman stretch as the son you created comes struggling
out into yer arms...well both you dogs better git busy and present ma with
more grandsons.'

That was quite a speech for Mitch and Hardt and Searl hung on every word.
Especially the ones about what a real can get out of a lesser man. Like
Mitch, but not like their father or Manus and Seamus, both Searlas and
Eckhardt were wild, unruly guys.  Also like Mitch the had a lot of violence
in em, and no way to let it out, cept for a now and then fight at a bar or
county fair.  To be able to beat a man, to defeat him and make their
defeated prey kneel and crawl, then feel the ecstasy of the conquered one
forced to pay the price by serving the conqueror - wow.  Their heads were
spinning.  A Long silence ensued as the two brothers thought of the
implications in a reverie of curiosity and desire.  As Searl and Hardt
shuffled their feet not knowing where to go or what to say, Mitch helped em
out.

`Kin set somethin up fer us and maybe a work buddy if you wanna give it a
try.'  `Fuck Yeah! came out simultaneously and so eagerly that Mitch had to
feign something wrong with a boot so they wouldn't see he was almost
laughing.  `Meebe as soon as this weekend, if that ain't too soon fer ya?'
`They assured him it wern't too soon.  `Just watch me when things git
started.  You'll see how it works quick.  Then, take over and do what you
gotta and wanna do. And boys, if ya can git away with it, don't shower till
then, and wear yer work clothes, fag's like it when a man smells like a
man.'  They looked like they were ready to start hopping from excitement,
so cutting it short, with happy good byes Mitch left to get on the stick.

Back in his dumpy apartment in Kalispell, he called JoAnne.  `Mitchell
here.  Wanna hear how my orders are comin.'  She sounded scared and started
stuttering out a reply.  He stopped her with, `relax JoAnne, I ain't Attila
the Hun.'  She thought `oh yes you are' but said `well ah, Mitchell, most
of ...our husband's things are back here, but they, and we, now that we are
remarried, have a lot of legal work in CA still undone.` `Okidoki' just so
things are goin my way.'  `They are Mitchell, they are!  Elaine and Bruce
are taking Ben with me, as we parents have to be in SF for the final paper
work.  We're leaving tonight.  All the rest of this and for perhaps the
next few weeks we have to be there to finish up.  When we remarried, I saw
to it that everything was in my name, so Martin and Joseph will be here,
alone.'

`In her name,' that figured.  The news was fine though, best it could be.
Mitch liked Ben but really liked Bruce - and didn't want other men, big
men, rough men with big cocks bein round them. They belonged to him
exclusively.  But Martin - he had nothing but contempt for him and even
though Joe was cute, it was mostly because he was still a kid.  Fuck, all
kids were cute.  Both were operators, like JoAnne and Elaine; greedy and
manipulative with slippery eyes.  Joe liked him because of the big dick -
he was a fag boy through and through.  Bruce and Ben liked him for himself.
They loved the man.  He had to admit too that they were much better to look
at than the others.

`Good.  JoAnne, tell Martin I'll be calling tonight around 7 to check in.
Does joey have a phone of his own?' What a stupid question - of course he
did, and everything else CA money could buy.  Jotting down both numbers,
they said good bye – he business like, she as effusively phony as
everything else about her.

He drove through town, still enjoying what was left of the rowdy place he
grew up near.  It was getting slicker but was still nothing like the maze
of espresso and latte joints and specialty bakeries that had turned the
once rugged Bozeman into an occupied enemy outpost.  Reaching his
destination, he pulled up in the driveway of his ex-wife and her husband's
- Jeffrey Osgood - fancy home in a squeaky-clean suburb, his dirty beat up
Dodge surreally out of place with the slick homes and fancy cars all round.

It was his day to visit the boys.  They came running out as soon as they
heard the truck.  Baldric was 7, Diedrich 6 and Heinrich 5.  Heinie was too
young to really run, but he tried.  Mitch scooped his big handsome boys up
in his arms amidst delighted laughter from them all.  `Missed my boys!
Grandpa and Grandma and all yer uncles and Aunt Angela miss you too.'
Squirming in delight, they were blurting the things little boys say to
their father, if their father is a real father and a real man.  Ellen
looked out the door smiling, and waved.  She knew the men-folk wanted some
time together.  So, father and sons rolled around on the cold ground dusted
pretty heavy from the storm that had barely touched Kalispell but had
blanketed the mountains, again wildly out of keeping with their
surroundings.

`My boys been showing the other kids whose boss?'  Baldric gave a proudly
affirmative answer as father and son shadow boxed. He was cocky already and
showed easily that he had the O'Rourke mettle.  Rich chimed in agreeing,
but was mostly fakin it, he was still too young for that.  Heinie didn't
understand the question, which got Mitch smiling at his still a baby
boy. He'd learn in time.  He asked them how they were and what they were up
to and they excitedly told him of all the things momma and uncle Jeff had
taken them to see, etc.  It was good seeing and hearing that they were
genuinely happy, and he grudgingly had to give Jeff some credit for that.
After a while, tuning out their childish babble, but nodding
enthusiastically to everything they told him, he though about Ellen.  She
was a fine woman, and for once, he was sorry his whopper made married life
more or less impossible.  She was the only woman he had ever had a real yen
for, even though their marriage had been a pregnancy accident.  A pretty
blonde , slender and lithe, Ellen was fair with clear porcelain
skin. Petite the way he liked women with perky little tits...she was, ah,
almost a boy.  Wide hips though, and good thing what with the three huge
babies she had presented to him.  Jeff was an OK guy, a CA expat, but quiet
about it.  A good man, sort of.  Neither big nor burly, Jeff well-groomed
and civilized; just the sort of gold-standard husband most women would want
and could be happy with.

After a while Ellen appeared again laughing at the door and motioned for
them to dust the snow off and get in out of the cold.  After some more
horsing around on their living room floor, almost knocking over a ritzy
table and lamp which had Jeff biting his lip in frustration Ellen sweetly
sent the boys – the little ones anyway - to go and play as grownups sat
down to a slightly uneasy chat.  Man, she was such a fine mother to his
children!

Mitch knew he intimidated Jeff - and liked it.  Positive that Ellen had
never mentioned a word about his equipment, it was just the diametrically
opposed type of men they were – Alpha and beta.  Mitch looked like and
was the kind of bruiser who could wade into a bar fight and be the last man
standing.  Jeff looked like he'd never been in a bar.  Mitch was big, Jeff
was small in comparison.  Mitch was drop dead handsome and built like a
God, Jeff was well put together and nice looking, but more average than
anything else.  Mitch knew the world and how to master it, Jeff knew his
desk job and the suburbs.  Both men knew all this.  And the big guy had not
only been wed to, but had breed three big sons in the woman he was married
to.  Mitch didn't much like or respect Jeff and held a deeply irrational
animosity towards him - jealosy.  However, he was what Ellen wanted, so,
the big guy turned on the O'Rourke charm and Jeff started to relax.
Without thinking, Mitch reached for one of the cigars jammed in his shirt
pocket but catching the slightest shake of her head, smoothly continued
raising his hand and scratched quizzlically behind his ear instead.  She
couldn't help but smile, but Mitch kept a straight face.

Chatting bout this and that, mostly nothing, dark thought came into his
mind.  Would be blood-lust satisfying to cuck the man she preferred to him,
to drop his drawers so Jeff could see how little he had to offer in
comparison. To fuck her in front of him and make him suck his balls while
he did, to ram it in the cuck's throat and feel him convulsing on it as he
was forced to taste his wife's pussy juice and a real man's cock slobber.
To see Jeff's throat bulging as he feed him potent - 3 big sons he made -
man seed.  He could see it all and his hog started to heat up.  But, Ellen
would hate him for it.  Next to his mother and Angela she was the woman he
admired more than any in the world, and she was the mother of his children.
So the dark clouds passed and his cock cooled down.  You never know.  Ellen
often visited her parents in Idaho with his children, and Jeff didn't
always go – his job and all.  After a respectable visit, with a
bone-crushing handshake, eyes locked as Mitch smirked almost imperceptibly
as Jeff winced, he went instairs and kissed his boys goodbye till next
week.

Martin instantly answered the phone.  Mitch knew he'd been holding it since
JoAnne had told him he'd be called.  He was probably sweating blood and
boiling with impotent rage.  It was easy to see that Martin hated Mitch.
He submitted because he had no choice and because he realized to his shame
that despite his fancy job and expensive stuff, he was a low cock-suckin
faggit.  He'd stand and fight back if he wasn't a coward, and he'd refuse
to submit if he wasn't greedy for that big swinging cock of Mitch's.
`Martin, I'm getting together a poker game for this Friday night.  Show my
friends just what a dutiful little faggit u r.  The food is to be simple
and hearty, none of that gourmet crap.  Have the best beer and scotch,
plenty of it.  As you don't know what good beer is, ask the MAN at the
counter.  Expensive big cigars too, plenty of em.  Wash that hole of yers
out good, it's gonna be getting some heavy use.  Dress expensive, no suit
stuff, just real fine shirt and trousers. You understand me. Boy.'
`Through clenched teeth the worm gave out with `yes sir.'

Next he called Joey.  `Hey boy, how's life without the big man around.'
`Joey started to whine but Mitch cut him off with `I'll be there Friday
night, and it's the same drill, you stay hidden till I tell or gesture to
you different.  And, here's a nice surprise for you kid, I'm bringing a
bunch of my buddies along with me.  They got big shoulders, and chests and
cocks boy.  You'll do me proud by servicing a bunch of my workin class
pals.  `Fuck, you bet, sir.'  `Know any other faggit highs school twinks?'
`Yes sir, I do.' Tell 3 - the cutest and best put together, some small,
some medium size bodies - and have them along. Have yer assholes well
washed out and don't eat that day cuz you all will be pukin after a whle.'
Inform yer father that you already invited yer friends over for a slumber
party or whatever faggits call a sleepover.  Tell him I told you to invite
them.  I'll let u kids know when yer to come down, all naked.  Till then
all of u stay in yer room.'  `Yes Sir!'

Things were almost set. Finally, he could pay his debt to Gerhardt. Mitch
didn't have a chance to tell his trooper pal till Tuesday, when they had a
private moment about to go into the deserted showers.  `Gerry don't wash
out yer hood.' `Yeah, why not' came out fast and excited.  `Cuz I'm payin
up, that's why.  Don't wash as all if you can take the stink.'  Gerry
instantly turned off the water and pulled back, just as his heavy, hairy
body was about to step in.  `What's the deal.'  `I'm having a poker game at
a swank dump I sorta own, and there's gonna be the kind of side
entertainment you and I go fer.'  `What time.'  `8 or so Friday, we'll go
in my truck together.  My brother's Searl and Hardt will make up the other,
ah, players.  They'll follow.'  `Fancy you said?  `Yeah fancy, but not us.
Stay in uniform, they'll be in their ranch duds.  The dirtier the better.
The food will be good, the booze and cigars primo and the entertainment,
well how satisfying it is will be entirely up to you boys.'  `Fuck yeah,
I'll be ready willin and able.'  Lookin at Gerry's rock-hard cock, thick as
a beer can, cept no beer can was that thick, Mitch snickered `looks like
yer ready now.  Don't jerk off and don't take advantage of our position to
use some mouth or ass hole.  Be droolin-primed pal.'  With a satisfied
grunt, Gerry went off to force himself into his sweaty uniform.  Thinking
about it, Mitch turned the water off too, unwashed.  He wanted plenty of
reek on him by Friday night.

The week went by fast as all four thought about Friday night, and soon it
arrived.  Gerry met him at his apartment, his brother's arriving right on
time, all working class grimy and stained from hard work and no showers.
The smell of testosterone and sweat was almost as heady as a strong cigar.
His brothers were embarrassed and didn't make eye contact.  Giving Gerry a
knowing look `Gerhardt, gimme a minute with my brother's will ya?'
Understanding completely, he took a stroll down the street as Mitch turned
to face them.  `I know how you feel.  But, yer wrong.  Women were made for
men, but not men like us – he reached down and touched his crotch.  But
God made two kinds of men.  Men like us, very few like us, and t'other
kind, plentiful and there to be used.  In usin them, yer doin no wrong.
That's what they're for.  Sometimes they are even married, and happy
married, but not so deep down, they know something is lacking.  What's
lacking is their fulfillment in serving Alpha men. Sometimes they know it,
sometimes they don't.  And they don't just git used.  They find their
destiny and realize their potential in doing so.  Are you real men,
brothers.'  Bright now, with clear eyes, then firmly nodded.  `Then, relax,
sprawl out and enjoy it – to the hilt.  If you don't like it, stop.  The
place we're goin to is a fuckin palace.  It's big enuff to house a
battalion.  Go find a library, or grand salon, or the movie room, or
whatever and read a book or watch a boxin match.  No pressure, jest look at
it as an adventure yer free to take or refuse.'  Lookin at them, he doubted
they'd be refusing.

Clomping up to the house, the door opened without the need of the
doorbell. Martin stood there, all swanky as ordered.  His cologne was more
like perfume.  The men looked at each other and stifled a guffaw.  `This is
Martin.  He belongs to me and is here to serve you, com'on in boys.'  Gerry
nodded slowly, he was an experienced player, but this was way out of his
class and he looked at Mitchell with real admiration.  This dog knew how to
do things.  The brother's mouths were hangin open in astonishment.  Givin
both of them a sharp rap under their chins, Mitch pushed Martin aside and
they all waded in, Mitch resting a big hand on Martin's head, a full head
and half shoulders below his own.

High on power and boyishly showing off outrageously, the three were so awed
by what was happening that Mitch got away with it.  Gerry was fine in no
time, but Hardt and Searl were acting like they were shit smeared hogs in a
drawing room at Versailles, moving gingerly, afraid to touch anything for
fear of getting it dirty.  Big paw still on Martin's little head, `my
friend and brothers are uncomfortable Martin, an it's yer fault ain't it?
When the obviously rich as shit elite replied with `yes sir' the brother's
lower jaws started to drop agin, till Mitch looked them in their eyes with
an ironic little smile.  They gulped and closed their mouths.  I gotta piss
Martin, what we gonna do about it?  Red with shame, Martin dropped to his
knees in front of Mitch as the others watched wide-eyed.  It was one thing
to force a little fag boy to his knees with Trooper threats, but to see a
member of the upper crust bend the knee after an easy spoken question like
that was something even Gerry had never seen.  `Git busy' in a no-nonsense
voice, and Martin's shaking hands worked Mitch's fly down and tremblingly
reached in and slowly the flaccid monster snaked out to hang low.  Opening
his mouth wide, Martin took the heavily hood head in his mouth as Mitch
gave out with a grunt and started pissing.  The only sound was Martin as he
glugged down the piss.  Sometimes it was splaying out from his lips, but he
drank most of it down as Mitch pissed long and hard, with a contented sigh
now an then, contemptuously patting his little fag on the head when he was
done.  Wiping his hog on Martin's face, he had his fag stuff it back in his
trooper drawers.  `You boys need to go?'  Slow, wondering shaking of all
heads indicated no, and so they went to the bar where a very fancy poker
table was set up by the fire.

Martin's expensive shirt and pants had big blotches of wet piss all over
them as he hustled to bring a wide variety of very expensive beer.  When he
went to pour, Mitch shoved his hand away. `We'll do it, you just keep it
comin.'  A moment later he returned with five cigar boxes.  Gerry and his
brother whistled when they saw the brands.  They never could afford stogies
like that.  The O'Rourke's were rich, probably a lot richer than the CA
folks that Mitch owned, but had been brought up Spartan and still were.  No
real Montanan would ever be so ostentatious and they respected money rather
than flaunted it.  As ordered, the stogies were big and strong.  His
brother's liked cigars, but had never had a really strong one and Mitch was
delighted that they were gonna have themselves a fine time.

Leaving the cigar boxes unopened and taking their beers along, they went to
the bar where a big spread of hearty food was set out.  The good strong
beer and fine food loosened them up quick, not that Gerry needed it.  He
was savoring every minute and knew how to pace himself.  Though Searlas was
two and Eckhardt a year older than their brother, they were acting like
awed kids, but enjoying it and excited.  After a good feed, Mitch suggested
`How about that poker?' and they sauntered back to the table.  Martin
fumbled with the just opened bottle of scotch as he was setting it in front
of the men and some of it spilled onto Eckhardt as he was sitting down.
Everyone stopped to see what would be next.  For a second, Eckhardt looked
embarrassed, then glancing into Mitch's calm eyes, he swung back an arm and
backhanded Martin sending him sprawling to the floor.  Eyes shining, he
looked at Mitch again.  He was smiling and nodded a almost imperceptible
nod.  `Git up, u fuckin worm' Hardt thundered out.  Whimpering Martin
rushed for a bar towel to try and dry the wet blotch on Hardt's shirt, but
was roughly shoved away.  Hardt was lookin down at Martin, 'I'm fine, fag,
jes don't do it agin. I'll tell you what to do and when to do it. Now git
back to work.'  Searl was watching, astonished, as Mitchell and Gerhardt
exchanged amused looks.

Chairs roughly scrapping over marble tiles as they sat down and began
playing Mitch mildly said, 'Git under the table.'  Momentarily, the
brothers froze, Hardt just about to throw down a card.  Gerry shrugged
delighted; this was going to be good.  Not payin much attention to the game
yet, Mitch looked over the cigars, opening each box.  Passin them around,
they all grunted in pleasure at the rich, spicy aroma.  `Lemme pick one for
you' as he looked at his brothers, and he selected the strongest stogies,
strong enough to knock out an experienced man from the whopper high they
delivered.  Not knowing what they were in for, they peeled off the wrappers
along with Mitchell and Gerhardt and everybody forgot the game as they lit
up.  Searlas and Eckhardt went white, then green and their eyes rolled a
bit as Mitch and Gerhardt tried to hide their laughter.  `Martin, start
nuzzling in my brothers crotches, get em good and wet, but with yer spit
and slobber not good scotch.  Shot to the moon by the potent cigars they
were trying to smoke, Searlas began to moan quietly.  They all knew Martin
was using his mouth over the rough work clothes covering his dirty crotch.
He started working the killer cigar in his jaw and it began glowing red,
his head spinning like never before in his life.  `Fuck yeah' he moaned out
barely audible.  A minute later Eckhardt began chawing hard and puffing
furiously on his, head also spinning.

Searlas and Eckhardt were so high from the cigars and the mouthing they
were getting that Gerhardt and Mitch had to pretend talkin poker to keep
from embarrasing them.  The game resumed with Mitch and Gerry alternating
in winning every hand.  Searlas and Eckhardt weren't concentrating on
poker.  Even when Martin moved over to get Gerry slopped, the hairy slob
didn't lose concentration, just rolled his stoige to a jaunty angle and
putting one hand under the table, forced Martin down so hard and for so
long they all heard gasping and sputtering, sometimes the table shaking as
the fag flopped around. He won the hand with a wicked chuckle.  When Martin
moved to Mitch he was pushed away. `Service my guests.'  It was hot by the
fire and Mitch unbuttoned and removed his trooper blouse and threw it on a
chair.  `Yer a polar bear Mitch, from Gerry, `but I think I'll join you.'
`Good idea.'  Searlas took his opportunity and as he stoood, growled
`faggit, unbutton my shirt and git it offa me.'  Martin crawled out and
jumped to comply.  Searl stood up proud with fists knotted on his hips as
Martin unbuttoned him and slipped the shirt off from behind.  `You got
yerself a fine servant here Mitchell' Searl remarked.  `Servant, brother?'
They all knew what he meant and low snickers were heard.

`Fuck boys, I'm a gonna own everything you got if ya don't shape up` Gerry
said looking at the two rookies to Alpha-hood.  Fat glowin stogies in their
stupefied jaws, they looked over to Gerry and then Mitch.  `He's right
boys.  You been losing heavy and will have to pay up.'  `We got no more
money Mitch.'  `Well then what you want as stakes Gerhardt, from these
brothers o mine?'  Gerry looked at Mitch with a conspiratorial smile.
`They gotta take clothes off every time they lose a hand from now on.'
Mitch loved his trooper buddy, he knew Gerry was working to see that his
novice brothers to true manhood had the best night of their lives.  `What
in front of the two of u wit yer clothes on.'  `Yeah, exactly.'  They
played, and Searl and Hardt sometimes won now, but mostly still lost.  When
they began concentratin too much on the game – the O'Rourke drive to
conquer and win – Mitch would pass them the bottle.  Glasses were long
forgotten no matter what fine crystal they were.  They weren't used to
scotch near this fine and they drank deep.  `Disappointed you don't like
the cigars brothers.'  They hustled to show him they did by chawing deep
and puffin them glowing red as Gerry and Mitch again exchanged amused
glances over their own.

Losing again, first shoes came off, then stinking socks, which Martin was
told to suck on in front of their wondering, thrilled eyes.  Stogies down
to aggressive butts clamped in determined jaws, still they lost and finally
standing, first Searlas had Martin pull his drawers down and off, then
Eckhardt.  Two fine hearty men stood there, formed by God in his mightly
image, hairy blond pelts thickly coverin their muscles.  O'Rourke cocks
hangin thick and long, hoods puckered down below.  Mitch looked as them one
by one expectantly.  `Git over here.  Show me what u can do.'  Martin was
on his knees in front of Searlas and hungerly began slobbering on his cock.
Searlas looked like a thrilled little boy, no one had ever gone for it with
such enthusiasm.  Mitch and Gerry could smell his cock from where they were
sitting. `It stinks boy, clean me up.'  Hardt stumbled over and shoved his
cock up against that of his brother, `do us both fag.'  They linked arms
around each other's shoulders as Mitch and Gerry watched.

They were big all right, bout 12' each, thick and veined.  Martin eagerly
began licking the long flaccid shafts, darting his tongue up into the hood,
but quickly pulling back when he hit the wads of stinking cheese.  Glacing
over at Mitch and Gerry, their eyes sparkling, Edkhardt clearly had a
question for his brother.  Mitch again nodded almost imperceptibly and
Hardt grabbed Martin by one hand and slid his hood back, jamming Martin up
on his knob.  Soon yellow white cheese was clotted all over this big-shot's
mouth.  Slapped him away `serve my brother.'  Searl rose to match his
brother's stiffly engorged weapon as Martin worked to clean him 0 the two
experienced men watching in deep satisfaction.

Poker was forgotten as the two sprawled relaxed at the table while Searlas
and Eckhardt took turns grabbing Martin's head in knotted fists and pulled
him up on their dicks.  Slamming into the back of his throat, more than
half of their dongs were still outside.  The two guys rose from the table
and strolled over.  `Like this boys.' Mitch said over a mouthful of cigar.
Holding Hardt's hands knotted in Martin's hair by his own, he yanked them
back hard and Hardt's big dick went into the throat.  His brother went weak
in the knees muttering out an incoherent 'awwwwwwwww fuckkkkkkkkkk' now and
then as Mitch kept pulling back till Martin was impaled.  Groaning loud,
Eckhardt took over and hammered him.  Shoving him off he gave him to his
brother.

The men dragged the beta over to the poker table and, careful with the
stogies and the scotch, sent the fancy crystal, cards and chips flying.
Forcing Martin down on his belly over the table, the brothers resumed the
first real throat fucks of their lives, soon they were skull fuckin
intensely.  Gerry ripped Martin's pants down and dropping his own, spat a
jaw full of black gob on his horse meat and fucked it in in a series of
brutal thrusts.  Then he fucked him like a bull his heavy hairy gut on top
of slim little Martin, bull balls slapping loud.  Hardt and Searl went wild
and went from deep to grindingly deep in his throat.  Eckhardt shot first,
shuddering.  Pulling out, an ocean of semen and throat slop started to gush
out, but Searlas took care of that by ramming home and fuckin like an
animal, all the time Gerhardt pounding away mercilessly.

Mitch watched, hard and eager, but more interested in the big surprise to
come.  With a final brutal slam, Gerry started to unload, as Eckhardt's big
cock slid out dripping.  Cleaning themselves off on Martin's face, who was
eagerly licking off the dripping cum, the men totally ignoring the fag
below laughed and flicked heavy stinking sweat away. Eckhardt and Searlas
were glowing from all the hard work and the best time they ever
had. Gerhardt seriously thanked Mitchell for paying his debt tenfold.  They
went to start dressing, but Mitch stopped them.  `You ain't had desert yet.
Go to the bar and have a drink, I'll bring it in. You, Martin go to yer
room and stay there.  Any sign of you and I'll cut yer useless balls off.'
He instantly complied as Mitch had a slug of scotch with his comrades in
arms.  `Wait and relax men.'  Throwing what was left of the stogies in the
fire, they laughed and talked together not really wanting some sweet
desert, Mitch left and walked to Joe's room.

Opening the door four cute high school twinks sat there, naked on the bed,
boy dicks hard and pulsing.  Joe was familiar with Mitch but the other
kid's eyes widened at the sight of the giant Montana state trooper standing
in the doorway.  Mitch smiled around his stogie thinking `they're exactly
like the little fags in the shack.' 'You boys ready to serve some real
Montana men?'  They nodded eagerly.  `Follow me, and see that you do
justice to us.'

As the big guys stood there naked and sweating by the bar, Mitch rounded
the corner, a twink under each arm and two more by his sides.  `WOOOHEEE!
from Gerhardt.  `Pick yer boys and relax men.' Gerry was over in a flash
feelin up boy flesh, running rough hands all over em.  Eckhardt and Searlas
looked at each other and gulped, then over at Mitch who nodded for them to
take their pleasure.  Cock's rising they joined the party and began running
their own working hands over the silky smooth bodies.

Each made his selection and went to sit down, a boy on each lap.  Mitch had
stripped, and had Joe bring over fresh cigars. Each boy lit his man's
stogie.  Sitting on a big man lap the kids ran delighted hands over the
hairy muscles and around the bristly faces.  Glowing with pleasure, high
from the fresh killer cigars and being appreciated as they had never been
by a woman, the men took it easy and slow.  They wanted it to last.  Easing
back to relax, the watched and savored the little soft hands running over
their rough bodies, burying their hairless faces in luxuriantly thick chest
fur.  Tiny hands stretched between sopping wet, stinkin crotches to play
with man cock, stroking them, oohing and aahing as they slid the hoods back
revealing threating glowering knobs. `Them too Mitch?  They can take it?
said trembling Searlas as his little partner slowly stroked his mighty
piece.  `Ask him Searl.'  `Oh sir, yes sir, I can take it, I want it, sir.'

That settled, the men sat back and enjoyed the boy's as they delightedly
explored mighty man bodies.  The room was thick with blue black cigar smoke
and the stink of men as Joe knelt and tried to take Mitch in his mouth.
Gruntin his approval, the big guy let his kid work his piece in his little
mouth.  The other boys slid off big laps and were soon also tryin to suck
the big dicks of their own men.

Searlas and Eckhardt din't need schooling now and smiling raffishly around
their cigars were woking the boys - the bigger ones, more muscular and
stronger than the other two - bobbing them up and down with an easy hand on
their heads.  Once in a while choking and gagging was heard, and
occasionally deep grunts and whispered out swear words as the men became
more aggressive.  Eckhardt remembered how Mitch had maneuvered Martin and
twisted the supple boy to the right angle.  Biting deep into his stogie, he
used both hands to work the eager but inadequate – inadequate unless the
MAN made it adequate – head down.  Feeling it forcing into boy throat,
he bit deeper and seated himself as the boy flopped and struggled.  Gerry
had long since impaled his boy and was actively working his head up but
mostly down.  Soon four big men with big bad cocks were to their balls in
boy throat, darting smirks of triumph at each other.

Gerhardt was in full bull mode now, and pulled out as his - one of the
smaller ones along with Joey - boy collapsed in bliss on the floor throat
and cock slobber bubbling out of his rose lips d nose.  Going over to
Eckhardt's jock partner, he lifted his tight butt high, spat again, and
began workin it in. `This is tag teaming Hardt.  You fuck him hard so he's
forced on me.  I fuck him hard so he's forced on you.'  Eckhardt didn't
need to be told twice.  `Looks fine, think I'll try some o that' Mitch said
and went over to Searlas, yanked up his boy's ass and commenced fucking
him.  Joey wiggled over and started to suck on Mitch's bull balls, the
other kid seein that went to work on Gerry's hairy bear sack.  Mitch and
Eckhardt were looking into each other's eyes as they competed to see who
could pound harder and more powerfully. Soon only the sound of soft boys
groaning, big men growling and heavy slamming was heard.  Real close to
each other, the men shot their loads.  Letting their own boys slide off,
Searlas and Eckhardt watched as Mitch and Gerry grabbed a boy and had him
clean off their big cocks.  The brother's joined in and four little boys
knelt and sucked their men clean.

`Want some boy-ass brothers' and Mitch and Gerry went to the bar for a
drink and watched as Searlas and Eckhardt fucked their first boy-pussys
raw.  The two brothers were showing off to each other, seeing who could
fuck longer and harder with the kids bent over the table. Their big
O'Rourke balls were slapping wet on boy asshole hard as they came falling
on top of the kids, crushing them as their hips wildly continued
ejaculating their loads.  Pulling out they had big smirks on their handsome
mugs. Helping the kids up, the kids who were eagerly sucking Searl and
Hardt clean, Mitch sent the little cock-sluts to Joe's shower and then to
bed.  Mitch stretched and smiled.  Tossing what was left of his cigar in
the fire as they all were dressing, Gerry said `Hey! Them's good stogies
boy.' `Don't worry pal, there's plenty more where they came from.  Take
whatever you want, it all belongs to me ' Mitch grinned as they all dug
into the stogies, stuffin shirt pockets to bungling as they finished
dressing.

Searlas and Eckhart were green from the strong cigars and on fire from the
new world just opened up to them.  So, with handshakes all round they drove
away, Gehardt going with the two other brothers who were still pretty high
from it all - giddy, fake punching each others and westling. Mitch
chortled, delighted.  It had been great fun watching Searlas and Eckhardt
letting loose and using their fine weapons to full capacity earning their
spurs as fag-riders.  'Better'en Rodeo.'  And Gerhardt, well, he was his
best friend now, the way he helped shepheard the boys though it.  Gerhardt
was his big bellied, big-dripping-dick kamerad and one mean pussy-boy
slaying fellow Berserker.  'I'd stand back to back with that bull through
hell.'  As he drove towards home pumped up on cigars and testosterone, a
thought - a dark thought - started to form in his head, 'need to see when
Ellen is next going to Idaho, with just the kids.'