Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2021 20:00:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Boston Randy - installment 8

Randy settled into his life with Cory in that little tiny town.  Neither
one of them expected any mail, so they didn't bother with the post
office.  Most of what they did was whatever repairs needed to be done
around the house (Cory did them, while randy watched, or got supplies,
etc),  took rides into the surrounding countryside, and had sex.  Lots of
sex.  There were mornings when randy was so sore he couldn't sit.   Cory
would just laugh when that happened.   "After a whole damn season you
still aren't used to me boy?  DAMN.  I'm gonna have to start leaving a
broomstick up your butt so you get used to it"
randy would laugh.  He THOUGHT Cory wouldn't do anything like that, but
after they had used the basement once, they used it again.  And then
again.  Cory came up with some pretty devious games to torment randy.
One day he played this strange game where he spread eagled randy on the
bed, and then opened his pants buttons, one at a time.  He opened a new
one every twenty minutes.  Then he went back and closed them, one at a
time.  It sounded like nothing, but his hand, brushing randy's cock, left
randy bulging when his pants were closed up again, Cory grinning, and
randy moaning from what was a very creative form of edging.
"How's my boy?  Ready for some morning wood?"   Cory smiled as he pulled
down his own pants and showed his hard cock.
"Yes sir.  Please.  I won't complain about being sore.  I
PROMISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE"
"Heh heh.  I don't really care ya know.  "  He undid the ankle
restraints, and this time, he took down randy's pants in one continuous
movement. randy's legs were in the air, and for the second time in less
than 9 hours,  Cory was inside of him.  As Cory took his ass, randy
realized  that he WASN'T hurting .  If anything he wanted more... he felt
like he was becoming a man like his old Uncle Fergus, who had become
addicted to morphine before he died.  He couldn't go through a day
without at least one shot.  randy felt that way about Cory:  he needed
one "injection" a day, minimum, to be happy.  He was getting it.

In addition to the things he did with Cory, randy had begun visiting
Padre Romero, where they read Latin together, and Padre taught him a bit
more Greek.  They didn't meet every day, and sometimes the weather meant
that randy just couldn't get over to the church:  winter was coming in,
and while snow hadn't begun to stick yet, the winds were stronger, there
were heavy rains at times, and there were times when it was just cold.
One morning, when he and Cory woke up, randy looked out the window.  He
had begun to learn how to forecast from Cory.  He was watching the
clouds, their movement, and he felt Cory behind him.
"Haven't started the coffee bitch yet, boy?"
"OH.  No Sir.  Sorry.  I thought you were still sleeping.  I just wanted
to see if I was gonna be able to see Padre today."
Cory came over to the window.  It was small, but they could both see.  He
studied the sky and put his hand on randy's shoulder.
"What do you think, boy? "
"I really don't know Sir.  I was gonna ask you.  It doesn't seem bad, but
it doesn't seem good."  He felt Cory's fingers tighten just a bit on your
shoulder.
"Yeah, today is a tough one.  Looks like when it comes in, it's gonna be
a bitch.  How soon until it comes in though... hard to tell.  "  He
turned randy to him.
"Do you wanna see the Padre?"
"I do Sir."  (randy hadn't told Cory that Padre Romero had begun to tell
him the story of  Cory and Will, and he wanted to know more).
"Tell ya what? You go over.  Go early.  If you get stuck in the weather,
Padre will let you sleep in the church.  THAT I know.  I've done it a few
times myself."
"You're okay with that Sir?"  Cory shrugged his shoulders.
"I know Padre prefers lady parts, not man parts, so I know you're safe in
his hands.  I'd rather have you in bed tonight than not, but you enjoy
these meetings.  Saddle up."  He smacked randy's ass.  "And get on your
way,  before I change my mind."


Three hours later, randy was finishing up reading a medieval Latin
prayer,  in alternating lines, with Padre.  That was after a half hour of
going over Greek grammar, and a short passage from Matthew's gospel.
 Padres sighed.
"I think we've done enough for the day, randy.  And the weather is
looking, well, grey.  You're welcome to stay, but you may want to get
home."
"Well, thank you Padre.  Yes, I should but.... could you finish telling
me the story about Cory and Will."
Padre smiled.  "You can't tell Cory I told you this story.  If he didn't
tell you, he doesn't want you to know.  And I only know most of it second
hand.  " He paused.  "Still, I have a feeling you two are gonna be
intertwined..."  he grinned  "in more than the bed, so you should know
these things."
randy blushed when Padre said  "in more than the bed," and Padre
laughed.
"randy!  randy!  It's all good, it's all good.  Hey, remember what one of
my archbishop told me:  when people enjoy sex, it means God's laughing."
randy looked off and smiled.
"I really like that Padre.  I guess He's having a real good one every
time he visits our cabin."
"NO MAS RANDALL NO MAS"  Padre waved a finger at randy.  Pour us coffee,
nino.  I will tell you what I know."

The story that randy had gotten was this:  Cory had been the son of a
very wealthy rancher.  He lived a very good life with his family , except
for his sexual  choices.  There was the night that Cory thought his
parents and his sister were off at some cotillion.  Cory thought they
were going to spend the night at their host's home,  because it wasn't
nearby, and he had invited one of the ranch hands into his bed:  he and
Amos had been "taking care of each other," as Amos put it, for about four
months now.  Cory thought he'd have time to get Amos out of the house the
next morning, and he and Amos fell asleep in Cory's bed.
"WHAT IN BLAZES ARE YOU DOING CORY?"  he heard his father yelling .
Amos, not one of his father's favorites, got up, grabbed his clothes and
ran out of the house, getting dressed as he went.  He was gone the next
morning.
"TELL ME HE FORCED YOU TO DO THAT CORY.  TELL ME YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO
WITH IT!"  His father yelled, with pleading eyes.
"Would you believe me if I told you he did  Sir?"
"HELL NO.  YOU'RE A SINNER CORY.   A DIRTY FILTHY SINNER WHO'S GONNA ROT
IN HELL.  YOUR MOTHER WOULD SKIN ME ALIVE IF I DID WHAT I WANTED TO AND
THREW YOU OUT, BUT NO. I CAN'T DO THAT.  JUST KEEP YOUR DISTANCE. AND
DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU DOING THAT AGAIN."
"yes sir.  Sorry sir,"  the young Cory had answered.  He was maybe 15.

It was a few months later, that when he was riding to school, Cory heard
a group of riders behind him, coming up fast.  He caught a look:  he had
heard about Will's rustlers.  He thought he saw Will at the front of the
pack.  He urged on his horse, who really was not having any of this.
Within ten minutes, the band of six riders was in a circle around Cory.
Will rode up to him, smiling.

"Well, well, well.  Look who we have here.  Pretty boy Cory. Didn't your
father used to send you with a hand to watch you?" '
Cory stuck out his chin.
"HE DID.  But he decided I'm grown enough to go on my own."
"Ha ha.  Did he now?  Or did he decide to just make you fend for yourself
after he caught ya with Amos?"  Cory heard a laugh and looked to the
side:  Amos was in the group.
"AND WHAT IF HE DID?"
Will put his horse in a gentle  walk around Cory.
"Well, that would just make you fair game for a wolf like Will..."  He
smiled.
"I wonder how much ransom he'll pay for you.  TAKE HIM BOYS"
Cory wasn't trained to fight, and he couldn't fight the whole bunch of
them.  His wrists were tied, then his arms were roped to his torso, and
he got a huge, smelly bandana in his mouth.  Will put him on his horse,
in front of him.
"LET'S GO.  AMOS.  Maybe you should let Cory's dad know what's
happening.  Take his hat. "
"mmmmmmmmmmmph."  Cory had squirmed when they took the hat from him.
Cory's father wasn't interested.
"I'd rather be rid of him.  Keep him."   That was the message Amos
brought back .  Cory was still tied up, and gagged, when he returned.
"Now, this creates an interesting situation young Cory,"  Will smiled.
If he were ten years older than Cory, it was a lot.
"What am I gonna do with a spoiled rich brat? Ya ain't worth much as a
worker, that I can see, ya dad don't wanna pay for ya.   I guess the only
thing you MIGHT be good at, at least according to Amos, is being a bed
boy."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH."  Cory shook his head no, and pushed against the
ropes, as Will laughed.
"Tell ya what I'm gonna do Cory.  I'm gonna take ya to bed tonight.  If
you please me, you stay .  If  you don't... we'll leave you at the next
Indian reservation we find.  See what THEY can do with ya."

"Your man Cory passed the audition.  He was with Will for about ten
years.  He was his right pocket boy."
"CORY WAS A RIGHT POCKET? "   randy was stunned, as Padre shook his
head.
"Oh yes, he was.  And apparently, he enjoyed it for about 7.  Then he
began to, shall we say, develop a wandering eye.  See, Amos had been HIS
right pocket boy, and now, he wanted  back to that role.  Only Will
wasn't having it.  Cory kept quiet, observed Will, learned from the
others.  By the time the break happened,  he was a better shot than Will,
and he was a better roper.   Thing was, he wasn't stronger.  Will could
take him real easy.  Cory wanted out, but hand to hand combat wasn't the
way.  So he thought of something else."
"What was that Padre?"  Romero smiled.
"Will liked to gamble.  He wasn't very good at it, but, well..  he liked
it.  Cory talked him into a wager.  See, as you know, Will likes to brand
what's his.  The deal was this:  if Will won,  he could brand Cory any
where he wanted to, no question, no struggle.  But if CORY won, he got
his freedom.  They agreed to five card draw, best 2 out of 3 hands."
"I guess Cory won."
"He did randy.  " Padre paused.  "Let's just say that there are rumors
that, well, Cory had manipulated things to make sure he did.  Will
couldn't prove it and, to be honest, many of his band had stopped
thinking he was the best in the business, so...  when he told Cory to
pack up his stuff and leave, ten of them went with Cory.  Cooky was one
of them."
randy was sitting there, slack jawed.  "Padre, I knew NONE of this,"
Padre smiled.
"You know, son,  Cory isn't ashamed of much that he does, NOW.  But he IS
ashamed of what he did in the past.  When he moved to this little place,
he came to confession EVERY DAY.  THAT I can tell you.  I CAN'T tell you
what he told me, but he repents everything. "
"That's why he makes me go to church with him every Sunday"
Padre smiled.
"That's part of it.  The rest of it is, he just doesn't want you to turn
out the way he did."
"Padre, I think I'd be proud to turn out like Cory."
Romero reached out and rubbed randy's hair.
"It's beginning to look like you should go.  Tell him that tonight.  Tell
him you admire him.  Tell him you want to be just like him.  Whatever
your words tell you.  It will be the greatest gift you could ever give
him."
"Thank you Padre." randy got up. "I don't know when the weather will let
me come back, but I will, as soon as I can."
"Deo volente randy.  Vaya con Dios."

The snow was falling heavily as randy left.  He was glad that Cory had
made him wear his heavier coat.  His horse was steady, but it was cold
and it was windy.  As their cabin came into view, randy saw that the
backdoor was opened.
"Hmmm.  That's odd.  Cory must be at the outhouse or doing something, but
he doesn't leave the door opened.  Must be something wrong with the
latch."  He brought his horse up to the hitching post, and checked the
latch.  Nope, seemed fine.  He looked around for Cory and didn't see
him.
"CORY SIR.  COOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY!!!!" he called out.  He heard
what he thought was a very soft, muffled cry, but that was all.  He
shrugged his shoulders and walked in
"FUCK!"  he yelled.  Cory was sitting in a chair, tied up, gagged,  and
Will was standing there, smiling, with a large knife at Cory's throat.
"Takes a while to find what's yours, but it happens, don't it? "  He was
grinning.
"Take your gun belt off, bitch randy.  Put it on the table.  MOVE!"  He
pressed the knife to Cory's throat.  "I SAID MOVE!"
"Ok, ok..."  randy opened the belt slowly and gently put it on the
table.
"GOOD BOY.  I guess you still follow orders. "  He yanked Cory's head
back.
"THIS ONE used to follow orders too.  Then he decided he could cheat me.
Well... things have a way of working themselves out."  He snickered and
put his mouth next to Cory's ear.  He spoke loud enough for randy to
hear.
"How'd you like to see me FUCK your boy - no MY boy - right in front of
you?"
"NNNG.  NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG"  Cory tried to move his head to say no, but
the knife was right there, and it was sharp.
Will looked at randy.
"You know, boy, I may be the only man who's screwed the two of you, and
I'm gonna do it again.  AND.... before I take you with me bitch boy, I
may very well finish what I meant to do some years ago."  He showed randy
the "W" branding iron.
"Just like I marked you.  I'm' gonna mark your man. He'll NEVER forget
me. "  He began to laugh.
"SO WHO AM I GONNA FUCK FIRST?   WHO'S IT GONNA BE?"
randy swallowed, hard.  His voice dropped.
"Me sir.  Take me.  Shoot your seed into your boy."
"Ha ha.  How do you like THAT Cory?  Your boy folded up like paper.  I'll
take HIM in front of you, then I'll take YOU in front of HIM."  Then
randy saw a wicked look over Will's face.
"Maybe I'll make my BITCH do the branding."  He looked at randy.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?  Get your clothes off."
"yes sir,"  randy answered, as Will came over and took the gun belt off
the table.  He put it at his feet, where Cory's belt was lying.
"WOO HOO.   BITCH BOY RANDY IS ALREADY HARD!  DAMN this is gonna be
fun."  He looked at Cory.
"Think you're tied up good enough, cory boi?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  randy saw the anger in Cory's eyes, at being
called "boy," and he saw the glee in Will's.
"BEND OVER BITCH.  Hold onto the stove."
"Sir, please not the stove . It's still hot from this morning."
"Hmmm.   Fair point.  Don't wanna infect those hands.  They're gonna have
to handle my cock.  Table's fine. BEND OVER BITCH."  randy did as he was
told.  Cory had taken him at the table before, so he knew the right
position.
"I'll be damned, you trained him the way I like it cory boy.  The way I
trained you."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH."  Cory struggled in the chair.  When he
squirmed, randy could see the slight "w" mark on the side of his head
where Will had struck him.  He felt the  SMACK of Will's hand on his
butt, and then he heard the sound of Will's jeans drop.
"Remember me,  randy bitch?  Remember the first COCK you ever took.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGH. "  randy couldn't help cry out.  When he
saw Cory's face.  he bit his tongue until he could taste blood.  He
wouldn't scream again, as Will raped him.
"FUCK YEAH.  This is ONE FINE ASS.  I shoulda fought harder to keep you
randy boy.  But you got my mark.  Everyone'll know:  you belong to ME."
"yes sir," randy whispered.
"SAY IT LOUDER.  SAY IT SO THAT FUCK CAN HEAR IT."
"YES SIR.  I BELONG TO YOU."  He saw the look of confusion, hurt, fear,
on Cory's face, as Will pummeled him.
"DAMN I haven't had an ass this good since... since I had yours.  Ha ha
ha ha ha ha hah." He pumped faster and faster, and... then randy felt the
warm jizz flow into him.  He turned and saw that Cory had looked away.
"That's ok, Cory.  Maybe I'll do him again in front of you, just for good
measure."  He looked at randy.
"Pull your clothes back up.  We gotta get moving."
randy got dressed and he put his hands behind his back and dropped his
head.
"Sir Will,  it's too snowy to travel.  Take a look.  No one rides better
than you, but... you can't fight nature."
Will moved to the door and checked.
"SHEEYEEET.  FUCK.   Look at that fucking mess.  FUCKING SNOWBOUND."
"I'm sorry Sir.  It's my fault.  I made you wait.  Can I, maybe make it
up by making a supper for you? There's bacon, beans, and... coffee.  Lots
and lots of coffee."  randy was formulating a plan.  Cory didn't know,
and more important, neither did Will.
"DAMN STRAIGHT YOU CAN MAKE ME SUPPER.  MAYBE YOU COOK BETTER THAN WIDE
EYES OVER HERE.  HE NEVER LEARNED.  GOT ANY EGGS?"
"Just one Sir."  On the way home from Padre, randy had spotted  a nest
with one large egg in it.  He hadn't heard the parents screeching as he
took it, so he guessed it was abandoned.  He began cooking.  And he
heated up the coffee pot.  The "coffee bitch" better do her job.  She was
central to his plan.

"I LOVE watching a right pocket bitch cook, don't you cory boy?"  Will
was standing behind Cory, rubbing his fingers into his shoulders.
"MMMMM.  Remember when you used to cook for me, you sexy bitch?
Sometimes, I'd just grab some of that bacon grease, and fuck you right
there."
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph."  Cory didn't want randy to hear this stuff, but Will
kept on going.
"Hey randy bitch?  He introduce you to the stretch game downstairs? Make
you clean up after you jizzed? "  randy blushed.
"I don't know what you're talking about Sir"
"HA HA.  YEAH YOU DO.  GUESS WHO TAUGHT THAT GAME TO CORY?   You know, if
we're stuck here long, I wonder which one of you would shoot further."
"It'd be Cory Sir.   Cory's a topman.  A DAMN GOOD ONE."
Cory felt Will's finger go inside his shirt and take his nipple.  He was
an even better bottom boy.  He ever let you do this to him, randy bitch.
PAY THE FUCK ATTENTION."  Will ripped open Cory's shirt and began to play
with his nipples in front of randy.  randy hadn't cum when Will fucked
him and he was getting hard, watching Cory squirm.
"SIR.  I'll burn your supper!  Please.  Can that wait?"
"HA HA.  You're such a good bitch.  Yeah, it can wait. "  MWAH."  He
kissed the side of Cory's neck.  "You have no idea how much I missed you
cory boy."
"If you'll sit at the table, Sir, I'll bring your plate.  Coffee'll be
ready in a minute."
"ABOUT FUCKING TIME.  THIS FOOD BETTER BE WORTH THE WAIT."  Will sat
down, and randy turned to get  one of their two sets of silverware.
"Don't need no knife randy boy.  Martha does fine for me."  he twirled
the knife that he had held to Cory's neck just a minute ago.
"Keep her as sharp as I need..."  randy put a plate of food down in front
of him.  He watched, carefully, as Will began to eat.
"I remembered correctly.  Left handed,"  randy thought.  The coffee bitch
began to screech and he turned to the stove.
"AH.  Coffee!  Does a man good.   Fill me up, bitch boy."
"Yes sir."  randy came back to the table with a tin mug of the stuff.  He
saw Will gulp it down in two slugs.
"You got more of that?"
"Yes sir.  "  randy felt like he was moving in slow motion.  He had to do
this right.  When Will picked up the coffee mug, he would put down the
knife.  He wouldn't have much time.
randy brought the coffee bitch to the table.  He had the handle wrapped
in a napkin to protect his hand.  He poured for Will and then... when
will took the cup to his lips, randy swung the coffee bitch, as hard as
he could, against Will's left temple.  Then he held it there
"MOTHER FUCKING SNEAK.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH."   randy  had gotten
strong enough to do some damage, and the burn from the bitch had Will in
some serious pain.
"YOU'RE GONNA DIE COCKSUCKER. YOU'RE GONNA DIE. "   He flailed for his
knife, but randy had it.  He gulped.
"God forgive me," he whispered, just before he plunged it into Will's
back.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH."  Cory was squirming,
struggling, trying to get up.
"Be still Sir.   Be still. I can't use that knife now, but... be still.
It's still hot."
Cory figured out what randy had in mind, and he pressed the hot coffee
pot to the ropes until they burned away enough for Cory to get loose.  He
untied his ankles, pulled off the gag.
"randy, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
"I don't know Sir.  What do we do?"  Will wasn't dead yet, but he was
bleeding all over the floor.
"First, we do this...."  Cory picked up his gun.
"DIE THE WAY YOU LIVED, BASTARD."  He fired into Will twice.  More blood,
and no more movement.  Will was gone.
"Sir.. Sir. I'm gonna be.  I'm gonna be..
"You're gonna be alright.  Step outside.  Get to the outhouse and chuck.
Go ahead. "
randy ran outside.  How Cory was dealing with this he didn't know.
When he got back, Cory gave orders
"Get the mule.   QUICK.  Horses buck at blood, mules don't.  We gotta get
him out of here. "
"Sir, it's..."
"YOU WANT HIM HERE?  LET'S MOVE."  Cory loaded the dead body on the
mule's back.  He jumped on like it was nothing.
"Two miles.  I'll be back soon.  Melt snow. Clean this crap up. "
"Yes sir. "  When  Cory was gone, randy began to sob.  WHAT had he just
done?   If he worked.. if he worked..."  He got down on his knees and
began scrubbing as best as he could.   He was still scrubbing when he
heard the door open again.
"Done.  the wolves'll finish him off by tomorrow. "
He looked down at the floor.
"randy.  You got it all.  randy.. "
randy didn't hear.  He pushed him off, and kept scrubbing.  He kept
scrubbing until Cory grabbed him, and shoved him on the clean side of the
floor pinning him down.
"randy... you're my hero.  You're my hero boy." He kissed him.
'I gotta get you to bed. NOW."
"I'm not going without you Sir.  Not without you."
"Ok.  Ok.  We can get everything cleared up in the morning.
"Sir... can I go out to the outhouse again to... purge myself?"
Cory looked at him.
"Be careful son.  Be very careful in the weather."
When he was out, randy began to run.  He didn't know where he was going,
but he just kept running, until he felt Cory's arms around him.
"randy boy.  I'm dragging you to the outhouse now, and I'm not leaving.
Get finished.  It's fucking cold, and then... let's go to bed."
Hearing Cory's orders seemed to do randy good. He whimpered  "yes sir,"
and went to the outhouse, trying to get as much of Will out of him as he
could.
Cory was smiling when he came out and randy collapsed against him.
"No more of him.  No more.  You did it randy.  You did the world a good
thing."
randy didn't think he'd be able to sleep.  He was wrong.  He slept for
two days.