Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2021 01:40:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: "Boston Randy"  sub of the West. - installment 1

Randy stirred in Cory's grip, moving closer to him to get warmer.  The
blanket, his clothes, and  Cory, kept him from feeling colder than he
might have.  Still, he had to use the outhouse, which meant getting up,
probably pissing off  Cory because he'd wake him up, and also getting at
least one wolf whistle from one of the other cowboys.
He belonged to Cory.  That was something Cory made clear to him that day
he found him in the barn, as Cory and his team rustled the cattle from
the farm they had just raided.  That was three months ago.   Since then,
he had served as Cory's "wife."  At least that's what other cowboys
called him.  Cory didn't use that word.
"Damn it randy.  If I wanted a woman you think I couldn't find some kind
of bitch along the way? HELL NO.  There ain't nuthin like a sweet boy's
mouth, or..." and he smiled when he said it.  "a sweet boy's ass. "

Randy HAD belonged to another cowboy.  That had happened when the naive,
20 year old had left Boston,  and gone west, looking for work.  He had
had no luck:  mostly, he had older women offering him "a night for a
night." He didn't know what that meant until the first time he had said
yes, and wound up in the bed of a 60 year old spinster, who threw him out
the minute he couldn't get an erection.  He slept out on the plains that
night, waking up when he heard the cattle mooing, smelled them, and then
the scouts had found him, just laying in the middle of the path.

"Please.  I'm Randall.  I'm looking for work, I'm hungry and I'll do
anything."
One of the scouts, and older man, grey haired, chunky, full handlebar
moustache had looked at the slim, sandy haired 22 year old and asked
"Anything?"
"Anything.  Please.  I haven't eaten in 3 days."
The older guy- who's name he later learned was Rufus, laughed.
"Oh, you'll be doing your share of eating Randall. I can guarantee
that."  He looked at the other two scouts.
"Ain't that right boys?"
One of them laughed.
"Hell yah.  I imagine that mouth is softer than a silk hanky."
Randall didn't know what that meant, until  they brought them back to
camp with the other cowboys.  One of them, a guy named  Will, gave him a
look, top to bottom.  Randall remembered feeling like he had just been
stripped.
"You guys feed him, introduce him.  Then bring him to my tent."
Randall found out that night that Will was the leader of this group.  He
also learned about blow jobs:  and how to give 24 of them, in the space
of three hours.  And later, when he got brought to Will's tent, he
learned about getting butt fucked.  HARD.  Will looked exactly like he
was:  cold, lean, and mean.  He had shoved a cattle bit in Randall's
mouth, which cut at his lips and tongue until they bled, and fucked him
for about half an hour.  Two hours later, he did it again.
"That's the cost of being with us randall.  Your hands are soft. You're
no cowboy, no matter how much fucking flannel you wear. "  Randall
blushed, as he looked down at his plaid shirt, his stiff jeans, his
boots.  He had bought them all before he left Boston.
"You're gonna be what we call a cowboy's bitch.  My wife if it were.
You'll do what I tell you,  when I tell you, and if I tell you to help
out a buddy, well, you'll do that too.  " He grinned.  "Or you can be on
your way, and you'll find someone else just like me the next time you run
into a bunch of cowboys.  We're all horny, and there ain't too many women
out here.  The ones who are, ain't nearly as cute as you are."
Randall was used to being called cute.  Blue eyes.  Hair somewhere
between blond and red.  Freckles.  A slim body that was better at running
than fighting.  Small feet that made him not that good at running
either.  He was a scholar.  He had studied Greek, Latin, rhetoric, all
the subjects a rich Boston merchant's son should learn, before he decided
that he wanted a more adventurous life.
He had it.  He had read about the cowboys, but the books and magazines he
read, didn't prepare him for what the life was really life.  He
remembered how hard the cowboys had laughed at him when he asked where
the bathroom was.
"Out there kid.  Near the pile o dried leaves."
Randall remembered.  He found the pile of leaves, but he didn't see any
building.  He came back
"Excuse me, but... I didn't find the bathroom. "
The guffaws from the  cowboys were loud and long.  And he still had to
use the bathroom.
"SURE YA DID, KID. YA FIND THE LEAVES?"
"Yes, I did.  but no building."
"THIS KID WANTS A BUILDING .  WHAT'S A MATTER BOY?  YOUR SHIT SO GOOD NO
ONE CAN SEE IT. A HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"  The guy who told him where the
bathroom was, spoke again.
"Listen up, spoiled brat.  Take a look around the pile a leaves. It used
to be bigger, but now, there's a pile of dried cowboy shit out there.
Add your load, use the leaves, and use the dirt to clean your hands.
That's the bathroom out here, kid."
Randall gulped.  If he didn't go, he'd soil his pants, big time. He ran
back, and did the best he could.  When he got back the cowboy sniffed.
"PEEE YUUUU.  Don't you Boston boys even know how to shit?"
Will got up.  "I'm gonna give you one lesson, cause I want that ass clean
for when I use it.  C'mon Randy."
"It's Randall."
That got him a swat across the face that knocked him down, with his
bowels close to bursting.
"DAMN IT TO HELL BITCH.  IF I SAY  YOUR NAME IS RANDY IT'S RANDY.  NOW
GET THE FUCK UP AND FOLLOW ME. "
When they got back, Will took a load.  When he dropped his dungarees,
Randall saw his cock was hard.  He knew what that meant.
"Now, you do the same thing.  Finish up cause you didn't finish the job
the first time.  I'll watch."
Will didn't pull up his pants when he watched.  Instead, he kept on
stroking his cock.  When Randall finished, he walked over in front of
him.
"Take care of it bitch.  RIGHT NOW."
Randall could hear the other cowboys gathering.  He had taken Will's cock
before, but never in front of all the other cowboys.  He had never wanted
to go back to Boston more than he did at that moment - except perhaps
when he realized that, while he was blowing Will, he was getting harder,
and harder.  Or perhaps when he shot into his jeans, and everyone saw the
stain.
"DAMN WILL. You got one willful boy there," someone said.
"I know.  I'm gonna have to do something about that. " He looked at
Randall, semen seeping out of his mouth.
"You're gonna have to learn that you don't do that unless I say to do
it."
"But I couldn't help it, Will."
SMACK across his face.  He just missed falling into a pile of pretty
fresh cowboy shit.
"THEN LEARN TO HELP IT COCKSUCKER.   Tomorrow, we make sure you don't
forget what you are."
That was the day they branded his ass.  As he screamed, on the open plain
where no one but the cowboys saw him, four of the held him down, while
Will took a hot metal poker, with a "W" at the end of it, and marked his
ass.
"Think of it this way, randy.  Now you don't have to take my snake for a
few days."
That was something to consider.  Will's "snake" as he called it, was long
and thin, and Will was not gentle about using his ass.  He seemed to need
to use it at least once a day.  Sometimes, randall got a chance to clean
out the scum with more dried leaves, sometimes not.  Three days of peace,
well..
 It was only two.  He was till feverish from the brand when Will fucked
him again.
He never seemed to be able to please Will. That's why he was hiding in
the barn the day that the rustlers showed up.  They had passed through
town, and Will had stopped to buy him a new shirt.
"Getting warmer and you're sweating like a pig in that one.  " He gave
him a thinner weight, plaid shirt. Snap buttons up the front and on the
pockets like the other cowboys.  And a hat.  Light colored.
"Men wear dark hats.  Bitches get the light ones.  That's how you can
tell. Oh yeah.  One other thing."  Will took a red bandana, and stuck it
into  randy's right back pocket.
"THAT tells everyone what you do: take cock.  If you run away, and they
try to make you take it, they'll know:  you're a branded man.  You belong
to someone else.
Apparently, randy didn't seem thankful enough for the shirt, or the
bandana, and he got a fierce beating from Will. Will had beaten him
before, but never like this.  He beat him so badly that randy had run
off, trying to find a place to hide.
"I'll find ya you little bitch.  Then you're REALLY gonna hurt," was the
last thing he heard Will say.
"BOSS. RUSTLERS.  LOTS OF THEM.  RIGHT ABOUT FIVE MINUTES NORTH. "  They
heard the guns firing.
"FUCK.  We better get outta here.  Leave the cattle.  If they find the
cattle, they won't chase us.
Will took off with the other cowboys.  Randall found himself cowering in
the barn when the rustlers showed up.
"HOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"  one of them yelled.  "LOOK AT THIS.  THERE MUST
BE 300 HEAD HERE. DAMN"
"Herd em up Roger," he heard a deep voice say.  From the corner where he
was hiding, he saw a tall man dressed in a black shirt , jeans, a black
vest, and a black hat.  He had a HUGE moustache, and eyes that looked
unforgiving.  Randall was so green, he didn't now he was looking at one
of the most notorious rustlers in the West:  Cory Shanks.  The word on
Cory was that he had no compassion whatsoever.  The rumor, though false,
was that he had killed his older sister when she hadn't cleaned his shirt
adequately, and then he took off west.  (In fact, it was a woman he was
dating.  That's what led him to give up women for good).
"Let me just take a look around the barn.  See if there's anything else
worth taking."
Cory was making his rounds, while Randall tried to make himself smaller,
and smaller, cowering into the corner.  He pushed into the corner so
hard, he didn't see that he had just knocked a lead off a shelf.  As it
fell, loudly , Cory turned around.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? WHO'S IN HERE? " He pulled a gun out of its
holster.
"GET OUT WITH YOUR HAND UP OR I'LL FIND YOU AND  SHOOT YOU INTO A MILLION
PIECES."
Shaking, Randall got up.  He had his hands in the air.
"Please Sir. Please.  Don't shoot.  I didn't mean any harm."  Cory looked
him over.
"Well, I'll be DAMNED.  I came looking for steers, and I found me a lamb.
What's your name, son?"
"R... r.... .r... Randall Sir."
"Well, R...r... r... randy, you're looking at Cory Shanks.  You like what
you see?"
Randall's teeth were shaking.
"I don't know Sir.  Should I be?"
"HAW HAW HAW.  GOOD ANSWER KID GOOD ANSWER.  You can put your hands
down.  I can see you're not gonna be any trouble. What the fuck were you
doing back there?"
"I... I .. was hiding.  Will.. the head cowboy... he had just given me a
beating and he wasn't finished.  "
"Well, damn it to hell, and he did a good job on you too."  He looked at
Randall's black eye, and his bloodied lip
"What did you do to get beaten up?"
"He.. he gave me the shirt I'm wearing Sir.  I think I didn't say thank
you good enough."
"Well.. it's a pretty shirt, that's for sure. " Cory gave him a look.
"Turn around randy."
Randall did what he was told."
"Ha ha.  Just what I thought.  You were Will's bedmate weren't you?"
Blushing, Randall answered.  "Yes sir... He.. he.. took me with the
cowboys and in return for my food, my lodging, my clothes... I ... his
words for it were  'took care of him.'
"Hmmm.  So you're an experienced cocksucker and buttfuckee?"
"I... I guess so.  I took his cock both ways, at least once a day, Sir."
"DAMN I wish I woulda seen that.  Rumor has it that Will has got an
anaconda cock.  Know what that means randy?"
"It's.. It's..."  Randall was about to correct the name, but he knew
better.
"I think it means it's like a snake. "
"Well, yeah.  Long and thick.  Was it?"
"It was long Sir."
"HAW.  HAW... HAW...   Now there's an honest man. Or boy.  Or cowbitch.
Will'd probably blacken your other eye if he heard you say he wasn't
thick." He paused.  "Now, what am I gonna do with you?  Out here by
yourself, you'd die.  You have no idea what to do to survive, do you?"
"N... no Sir.. I guess I could try to get back to Boston.
"BACK TO BOSTON WHEN THE WINTER COMES IN.  THAT IS FUCKING GOOD."   Ok,
randy, here's the deal. I can leave ya here, you can do what you want on
your own.  OR... you can come along with my boys and I. You'll just sub
Will for me.  I been looking for a boy to warm my blanket for a while.
Those are the terms. "  He grinned and took his gun out again.
"OR... up to you.  I can put a bullet through you, leave you here to rot,
and your virtue will be preserved."
randy blushed.  There really wasn't much of a choice.  Cory was right:
he WOULD die out here.  He hadn't thought of the winter.  He didn't know
how to do anything useful out here on the plains, so he couldn't hire
himself out as anything but... well, a cocksucker.  And he didn't want to
die.
"I... I'll come with you Sir.. But... one cowboy told me I was damaged
goods."
"Damaged goods? How?"
"Can I show you Sir?  I'd need to drop my pants to do it."
Cory cocked his head.  He had no idea what this boy was talking about.
"Sure.  Wouldn't mind a look at that ass anyway."
Randy gulped, and began to cry . He turned around and dropped his
Wranglers, so Cory could see the brand.
"HOLY HEIFER.  LOOK AT THAT."
"You don't mind the brand Sir?"
"What brand?  That may be the sweetest looking piece of ass I've seen in
months.  " randy heard Cory's belt buckle loosen.  He thought he was
gonna get a whipping the way he did frequently, before Will fucked him.
Instead, he felt Cory's cockhead against his ass.
"If Will's an anaconda, I'm more a  prairie dog.  Know what that means?"
"No Sir."  randy winced as he felt Cory enter his hole.
"It means I'm short and thick.  MMMMM."  He moaned as randy pushed back
against his cock.
"You learned SOMETHING from Will.  Glad I don't have to teach you how to
satisfy a man."
"No Sir.  He taught me good.  REAL good."
As Cory plowed him, he reached around and took randy's cock in his hand.
Randy gasped.
"Please Sir, don't hurt me."
"HURT YOU?  Why would I hurt you?  Looks like you can use some relief."
"OH GOD. Yes sir.  Will didn't like it when I.... came...."  More
blushing as randy dumped a load on the straw in front of him.
"Well, I'm not a BIG fan, but a boy needs proper training, that's for
sure.  And that includes milking.  Like a fucking cow."  Cory was
finishing up now.  randy wasn't sure, but he thought he felt a kiss from
Cory against his ear as he shot into him."
"Gonna be a while before we settle in for the night, so you're gonna have
to ride with my cum in you.  Can ya handle that?"
"Yes sir.  I used to have to do it for Will all the time. Sometimes, he
didn't let me clean out for days."
"That's NASTY boy.  JUST PLAIN NASTY.   We got a river up ahead, and the
cattle need a drink and you need a wash.  You may be as pretty as a
sunrise, but you stink to the high heavens.  You ready to come with me?"
"Yes sir.  "
"GOOD."  Cory put his fingers into his mouth and whistled.  Someone came
to the door of the barn.
"Yes Cory?"
"Jackson, meet randy.  I found him in the barn."  Jackson took a look and
smiled.
"I bet you're taking her with us."
"DAMN RIGHT I AM .  Find him a horse.  A sweet looking one. " He looked
at randy.
"You're gonna find out, boy. I like it rough, but a different kind of
rough than Will did."
"I don't understand Sir."
"I didn't think ya did.  Put your hands behind ya."
Confused, randy did so.  He felt rawhide go around his wrists.
"I'll be leading your horse for ya.  You're gonna ride around like my
prize.  It'll do ya good.  Now let's get going."
That day, randy switched from being Will's bitch to Cory's.
By the time they reached the river,  Will's group was 150 miles to the
south.  Will found a young Mexican boy to keep him company that night.