Drawn West
By Jim002
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Copyright 2017 by Jim002@outlook.com
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"Shit! Let's finish this at home," Tom said, pulling out of me.
I sighed as he and Joe got off the bed and got dressed. I pulled my clothes on. Tom stood at the door, listening. He opened it a little, and looked out. He motioned for me to leave the room. I did, followed by Joe. No one was in the hallway, but there was a commotion on the stairs. I walked down the hall to see what was going on. One of the beds was being carried down the stairs by two men. I saw Ben and Ann at the foot of the stairs. Ben saw me and waved. I waved back. Once the men were down the stairs, they let the bed down onto the floor, on its side. Ben whispered to one of the men. That one whispered to the other. Then both of them looked directly at me. I looked behind me, in case they were looking at it, but there wasn't anyone. The two men looked alike. I guessed they were brothers. They both had long, straight hair. I wondered if these were the two half-breeds Joe and Tom mentioned. I couldn't tell if they looked Indian. One had a beard and the other had a very long mustache that extended down under his chin. The man with the moustache licked his lips while he looked at me. Did that mean he wanted me, or his lips were dry? Ben waved at me to join them. Fortunately, Ann left the saloon.
"Howdy, there, Daryl, Joe," Ben said, before putting his arm around my shoulder. Ben pulled me up against him. It seemed very strange to me, like we were closest friends. "I been wanting to talk to you, Joe."
"What bout?" Joe asked him.
"I'm adding rooms onto The Golden Bone. I've hired Doug and Lou, here, to help. I could use a good carpenter."
"Do you know Doug and Lou Parker?" Ben asked Joe.
"I've seen em at the Bone," Joe said.
"Howdy," he said to the two men.
Joe shook hands with them.
"And this is Daryl. You remember, the boy I told you about."
I felt uneasy about that. What had Ben told them? But Ben had his arm around me like I was his best friend. I was pretty sure he hadn't told them I was a 'nasty little pervert', as one person had described me.
I held out my hand. Doug, the one with the beard, took it. I thought he was going to shake it, but instead, he turned it palm up and drew a figure on my palm with his fingertip. I found myself hard as a rock and my pecker was trying its best to get out of my pants. I was shocked. How did he do it? The two of them noticed my erection and grinned at each other. I noticed they were showing wood in their own trousers.
"We're takin Ann's bed over to my place. She has agreed to work for me," Ben said.
"Oh, I'm real sorry, Ben," Tom said from behind me. I didn't realize he was there.
"Sorry?" Ben asked. "Now Ann promised me she would be nice."
"Did she promise to learn how ta do it?" Tom asked.
Doug and Lou thought that was hilarious. Ann looked like she wanted to claw Tom's eyes out.
"So, what do you think, Joe. Can you help me out?"
Joe looked at Tom, then at me.
"I don't think we have any work at the new place, right now," I said to him.
"Yeah. Go ahead, Joey, if ya want," Tom said.
"Sure, Ben," Joe said.
Ben grinned. "Good!"
I saw Jack, Ben's brother enter the saloon.
"There ya be!" Jack said.
"Well, howdy there, young Daryl!" Jack said.
"That's my brother, Jack," Ben said to me.
"I know. We met this morning. We're neighbors," I said.
"I thought you were at Rafe's," Ben said.
"Pa bought the Collins place from Flora," I said.
"Well, good for you!" Ben said.
Jack walked over to the bar.
"Remind me to tell you about the time I got my big brother drunk and fucked him in the ass," Ben whispered in my ear.
I burst out laughing. Jack told me he had done the same thing to Ben! I could just picture both of them trying to get the other drunk.
"Whatcha laughin bout?" Joe asked me.
I whispered what Ben had said. Joe started laughing, too.
"I don't see what so all-fired funny," Ben said.
"I'm sorry, Ben. It's just that you...Oh. It doesn't matter," I said.
I could see Ben was irritated. I leaned to whisper in his ear.
"I want to talk to you about my drawings," I said.
Ben grinned and nodded.
"And that is what I want to talk to you about. Come on with me.
"You boys take the bed over to my saloon," Ben said to Doug and Lou. "Daryl and I will be over there, soon."
They nodded. Ben took my hand and we walked over to the bar, stopping next to Jack. He ordered three whiskeys from George. He gave one to me. I didn't really feel like it, but I took a sip, anyway.
"You need girls to draw and I've got the girls," he said.
"Yeah. I was also wondering whether drawings of men fucking them would sell, maybe for even more money," I said, softly. I jumped when Jack squeezed by butt. I looked around, but no one seemed to be looking. Joe and Tom were talking, over by the piano.
Ben rubbed his hands together and his eyes gleamed. I could see he liked the idea.
"What man is gonna be willin to let ya let ya watch him doin that?" Jack asked.
"Me, for one," Ben said.
I nodded my head. I expected that.
"Do you want to draw pictures of my cock, boy?" Ben whispered to me. I swallowed.
"If they'll sell," I said.
Jack laughed.
"They won't. Who wants pictures of a bitty pink worm?" Jack said.
"It's nicer looking than yours!" Ben said to his brother.
I saw Ann by the door, looking at us with a sour expression on her face.
"Is Ann the one who called me a nasty little pervert?" I asked.
"What's this?" Jack asked his brother.
Ben told Jack about the day we met.
"You need to get your mind back on my pecker, son," Ben said to me.
Jack laughed.
"It's mine he otter be thinkin bout," Jack said.
I laughed.
Ben looked over at Ann.
"I shouldn't have told you that, Daryl," Ben said. "It's just to me, that's a compliment, even though it wasn't intended to be one. And they said it to me, and everyone knows I'm the biggest pervert in town."
"Just you wait a minute thar!" Jack said.
I suppressed laughter. Were they going to fight to decide who was the biggest pervert?
"You don't live in town, Jack," Ben said.
"Oh. Then all righty."
I laughed.
"Don't worry about Ann, Daryl, ma boy. I'm not going to coddle her, the way Harry did."
I wondered what that meant. Harry said she stopped eating when she didn't get her way. But it was none of my business. Ann could leave town if she wanted to. I was pretty sure no one would go after her to bring her back.
"Get the bitch drunk enough to pass out and stuff her three holes with cocks," Jack said. "Give a cheaper rate, cuz they's sharin her."
To my surprise, Ben nodded.
"Now, that would be a picture!" I said.
They chuckled.
"That's a very good idea, Jack. The men who can't afford time alone with a gal can pay less to fuck Ann's throat and ass."
I shook my head. I wasn't sure if I was disgusted or not. I looked over at her face. She was furious. I wondered if she had ever smiled in her whole life.
"It's like you'll be doing a public service!" I said.
Ben and Jack both laughed hard enough to draw Tom and Joe over.
"What's so darn funny?" Tom asked.
"Ah, buthin but us perverts bein nasty," Jack said.
I chuckled.
"And ya left me out?" Tom asked, grinning.
Harry joined us. He put his hand on Tom's shoulder. Joe frowned when he saw Harry do that.
"Did you decide on terms for Daryl's drawings?" Harry asked Ben.
"Nope. I was thinking twenty percent each for me and you. That leaves sixty percent for Daryl," Ben said.
That sounded good to me. I nodded. I was relieved. But then I noticed that Harry didn't seem happy about it. I wondered if I should offer him more. After all, the business was his idea.
"What about twenty percent for you and twenty-five for Harry?" I suggested to Ben. Harry grinned. "After all, the whole thing was Harry's idea." Harry clapped his hand on my shoulder.
"Hmm," Ben said. "How about twenty-five for each of us?"
"Remember what I said about the photographs," Harry said to me. "I'll have them made and have Tom take them to you. You can draw from the photographs. You don't have to use live models. It would probably be easier for you and the girls. If you need a break to rest your hand, you can."
I liked the idea a lot. I nodded my head. But I realized Harry was trying to cut Ben out altogether. Ben sighed. He got the idea.
"Twenty percent it is," Ben said.
"Could you take photographs of your girls?" I asked Ben. "We can take the cost of the photographs out of my cut."
"If that's what you want, Daryl. Do you want photos of me fucking them?"
I looked around quickly to see if anyone overheard that. Harry looked like Ben just crawled out from under a piece of rotted wood.
"If you think they will sell," I said to him.
"Even if they don't, you might want to look at them," Ben said softly to me, grinning.
"I keeps tellin ya. Nobody wants pictures of bitty pink worms," Jack said. Harry laughed.
And it was done. I'd been a little worried about the financial arrangement. I had no idea what was fair. It was a great relief.
The three of us shook hands to seal the deal.
"I'm going to Deadwood tomorrow. Do you want me to send a photographer?" Harry asked Ben.
"Sure thing."
"You open?" a man called out as he walked into the saloon.
"No, Bud. We're closed for good. Come have a drink on me, though," Harry called out.
"Hey, this is my liquor!" Ben said.
"Only the cheap stuff," Harry said. He turned to George. "George, one of mine."
George nodded.
"I cain't hardly buuleeve ya leavin," Bud said to Harry.
Harry nodded.
"I may regret it, but my sister is there with my niece and nephews. I may be back, after they're grown."
I didn't know about that. Harry wasn't leaving only to make more money. For some reason, I was glad about that.
"Don't buuleeve we met," Bud said to me. He held out his hand. We shook.
"I'm Daryl Johnson," I said.
Bud drank his drink. Then he began talking to Jack.
"Fine. Pretend I'm not here," Ben said to Bud.
"Somebody got a cat in here? I heard something yowl," Bud said.
Harry laughed as Bud hit Ben in the shoulder.
"We gotta go," Ben said.
"Daryl, why don't you come with me. I'll show you the...only...saloon...in...town," Ben said slowly to Bud. I laughed.
To my surprise, Ben took my upper arm in his hand and let me out. I grabbed my coat and we left, followed by Joe and Tom.
"Ben's afraid Daryl will get hisself lost in this big town of oursin," Tom said to Joe, behind us.
Joe and I laughed.
Jack moved to my other side and took my other arm in his hand.
"I ain't gonna be left out!" Jack said.
I turned my head around to see Tom.
"I feel like I've been arrested."
"Oh, lordy! Considerin who yas with, that might jus be better," Tom said.
Ben and Jack laughed. I wondered what Tom meant. He couldn't just mean sex, could he? I sure hoped Ben or Jack didn't try to convince me to have sex with an animal. That was never going to happen.
We walked into the Golden Bone. For some reason, I expected it to be very much like Harry's. It wasn't at all. The main room wasn't half the size, but Ben told me proudly that he had ten girls, counting the two he hired from Harry's. I mentioned the difference. Ben explained.
"Harry's was a saloon with gals. The Golden Bone was a brothel with booze. But now, it's gonna be the best of both."
I nodded.
Ben showed us where he wanted to enlarge the room. He took Joe and the Parker brothers with him and they discussed how it would work.
"You mind if I go talk ta Harry?" Tom asked me. I was surprised by the question.
"No! Go ahead."
Tom nodded and left. I was left standing next to Jack.
"What da ya think a the place?" Jack asked.
"I don't know anything about saloons."
I noticed Doug and Lou Parker kept looking at me.
"Are they half-Indian?" I whispered to Jack.
"Yup. That bother you?"
"No. Not a bit. I was just wondering."
Jack nodded.
"They's good men. Lotta folks don't like em."
"They'd hate me," I said.
"They don't hate ya! They ain't lookin at ya with hate."
"I didn't mean the Parker brothers," I said. "I meant the folks that hate them would hate me."
"Why you say that? You ain't no Injun."
Before I could answer, he asked, "Ya mean, cuz ya like peckers?"
I nodded.
"Like ah told yer pappy, wait tils they's on yer land. When ya sees the whites a their eyes, shoot em."
I started laughing.
"What do we do when we are the only people left in town?" I asked him, grinning.
"Have a real good time, that's what!"
I laughed.
"Ah. I'm gonna fuck ya, boy," Jack said.
I gulped. I looked around to see if anyone heard him. No one seemed to. Jack looked at me like he was daring me to say no. I didn't say no.
The Parkers walked up to us. Lou handed me a beer mug almost full of whiskey. I stared at it in shock.
"Uh. Thank you," I said. I took a sip to be polite. Did they think I drank heavily?
"I can't drink all of this," I said.
"They's tryin ta get ya drunk so's they can fuck ya," Jack whispered into my ear. He would know. Jack and Ben did it to each other.
I glanced down and saw both of them were hard. I wondered if they had sex with each other. Were they like Ben and Jack, getting each other drunk to fuck them?
Joe walked up, which was a relief. He looked at my glass and burst out laughing.
"Thirsty?"
"I think we are all going to share it. I hope."
Jack and Joe laughed.
Joe took it from me and drank some, before giving it back.
"When can you get started workin?" Joe asked the Parkers.
"Any time," Doug said.
"You livin with Daryl?" Lou asked Joe.
"Yup. Brother Tom, too. We's workin fer his pa. New place needs a lot a work."
The Parkers nodded.
I drank some more whiskey.
Jack talked to Joe about what Ben was having done to the place.
Doug moved next to me.
"Drink up," Doug said to me.
I took another sip. I was definitely feeling the whiskey. I started to feel hot. Lou moved right in front of me.
"Saw one a yer pictures," Lou said to me. "Fine job a drawin."
"Oh. Thanks."
"Ya should see a picture he drawed a ma brother," Joe said.
"I'd like to," Lou said.
"I'd like to draw of picture of you, two," I said.
They looked really pleased. I felt a hand on my ass. I frowned. I looked and saw it was Joe. I didn't mind, then. I grinned at him and he grinned back. I looked at Doug. He was looking at Joe's hand.
"Drink up," Jack said to me.
I drank more whiskey. It went down easier, so I drank most of what was in the mug.
Things got a little unclear, then. I suddenly noticed Jack and the Parker brothers were walking away. I wondered about that and then forgot.
"They likes ya," Joe said.
"Where'd they go?"
"They's goin upstairs fer a bit."
I nodded. I looked at Joe.
"You sure are handsome," I said to him.
He grinned.
"An yer gettin drunk."
"It's not that. Your just as handsome when I'm sober."
"Aw," he said. Joe looked shy, but pleased.
"I loves ya," he said, softly.
"I love you, Joe. Next to Pa, you're the handsomest man I ever saw."
He smiled.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, Joe! Don't tell Tom! Oh! And don't tell Rafe! I love them so."
"I won't, sweetheart!"
"Well, don't you look happy!" Ben said, as he joined us.
"Will you excuse us, Joe? I want to show Daryl around," Ben said.
"Sure. Boss," Joe said.
Ben led me through the back of the bar. There were boxes of liquor everywhere. He led me outside. I started shivering.
"There he is!" Ben said, proudly, I thought.
"Who is?" I looked around. I saw a donkey eating hay.
"The star of the sex show, of course!" Ben said.
I laughed.
"Bet the woman thought she was the star!" I said.
Ben laughed.
"You want ta see his pecker?" Ben asked me.
"I'd much rather see yours," I said. Then I suddenly got embarrassed. I clapped a hand over my mouth.
"Daryl, you don't need to be ashamed in front of me. I like hearing things like that. I know you like men and having their peckers in your ass and mouth. I know you love the taste of man cream. I don't dislike you for it and I never will. I admire you."
"What?"
Ben nodded.
"You want what you want and you don't spend any time at all feelin guilty, from what I can tell. You don't care what the rest of the world thinks you should be doing. I wasted a lot of time feeling guilty."
"You did?"
"Yup. I mean, I did all kinds of things and I loved doing them. But I did sometimes feel guilty and tried to stop myself. I can't help but regret I missed out."
I was amazed.
"Let's go inside."
I nodded.
"You like my brother Jack?" he asked, as we walked back inside.
"Oh, yeah."
"What about the Parker brothers?"
"I like them, too."
"Good. Good."
Ben handed me my drink. I finished it off. Then Ben led me up the stairs. My foot slipped on a stair, but I didn't fall down. I was drunk. Ben walked to a door and opened it. It was dark inside. Were we about to have sex? I looked at him. He was grinning. I walked into the dark room. Ben closed the door behind me. I didn't think he'd come into the room. I felt hands on me. I reached out and felt naked men. Hands began undressing me. I couldn't see a thing. A mouth suddenly pressed to mine. I felt a tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth and the tongue moved inside. My shirt was pulled off me while I kissed someone. I felt the face. It was a man with a moustache. Was it Lou Parker? I pulled away.
"Is that you, Lou?" I asked.
"Hush," he said, before kissing me, again.
I pulled away, again.
"Next time, I want to be sober for this," I said.
I heard laughter in the dark.
"You're really somepin, boy," Jack said, into my ear. I wanted to touch him, but my shirt was being pulled off. My pants were undone and then lowered. Then my longjohns fell around my feet, with my pants. I felt a greased pecker at my hole. I groaned as it was pushed inside me. A hand clapped over my mouth. "You like that, boy?" Jack asked me. It was him inside me. He began fucking me. I lost my balance and started to fall. That was all I remembered. I came slowly awake. I was lying in bed on my stomach while someone fucked me. A lamp was lit. I looked to see who it was. It was Ben Davis. He was fucking me wearing clothes. I guess I fell asleep again. I woke up again while Jack was fucking me. My ass hurt.
I felt someone turn me over. I groaned as I came awake. I felt sick and sore.
"Shit!" a voice said. I opened my eyes. "Shit!" It was Joe. "What the hell did they do? Shit!"
I groaned again. I knew I was going to throw up. I guess Joe could tell. He grabbed a pot and put it under me as I retched. I heard the door open. I looked over and saw Pa. He looked at me and I could see fury in his eyes. I retched, again.
He sat on the bed and stroked my head while I was sick, again.
"I'm going to kill them! All of them! Jack is not hunting on our land! I'll shoot him if I see him," Pa said. "I wish I had a gun right now!"
I looked at him in surprise. Just that little motion made my head hurt.
"Please don't kill anyone, Pa," I said.
Pa made a noise.
"I jus cain't believe Ben done this!" Joe said.
"He probably enjoyed it more because he was unconscious! You aren't having anything to do with that man, Daryl," Pa said. "Harry can sell your drawings."
I felt too sick to speak. Pa helped me dress.
The door opened and Ben came in. To my shock, Pa punched him in the face.
"Goddamm it!" Ben said. "You are making too much of this!"
I grabbed the pot and retched again. When I looked up, Ben had his hand on his face and blood was running from his nose.
"I'll make it up to him. To you. We didn't mean to hurt him and we didn't," Ben said.
"Daryl is never stepping foot in this hell hole, again. And if I see you or your brother on my land, I'll kill you. I'm giving you plenty of warning. Joe, you're my witness."
"Ah, shit!" Joe said. "I cain't work fer ya, Ben. You gots ta get somebody else."
Ben growled and left the room.
Pa wiped my rear with a rag.
"Look at this!" Pa said.
I looked. There was man milk and blood on the rag. I looked at Pa's face. He honestly looked like he was ready to kill someone. I got worried. I couldn't bear it if I lost Pa.
"Please, Pa. I'm uh..."
I was going to say fine, which was a lie, but instead, I retched, again. My head pounded, making me groan. Pa had me bend over.
"I'm sorry to do this, but I have to see how much damage was done," Pa said.
He slowly pushed a finger inside my ass. Then he pulled it out.
Is they more blood?" Joe asked him.
"No, thank God."
"How sore are you?" he asked me.
"My head hurts so bad, I can't tell anything."
Finally, I was dressed. Pa helped me out of the room and down the stairs. We left the Golden Bone, quickly. Rafe was outside with the wagon, waiting for us. Joe was carrying my coat. He and Pa helped me into it. Then they helped me into the wagon. Pa and Joe got in and we left. The bouncing of the wagon made me retch, again.
"Sorry," I said, with my head down. My mess was on the floor of the wagon.
"You don't have to apologize, son."
"I just don know what they was thinkin," Joe said. I lifted my head to look at him. Joe was shaking his head and looked angry. "Ya just don do these things ta kids."
"Never liked Ben," Rafe said, shaking his head.
Believe it or not, I fell asleep with my head between my knees on a bouncing wagon. When I woke up, I was in bed in our new house. Annabelle was sitting next to the bed, knitting. I heard voices in the other room. I felt weak, but not quite as sick in my stomach.
She saw my eyes were open.
"Oh. How do you feel?"
"Bad."
"Here drink this," she said.
She handed me a glass with something disgusting looking inside. It made my stomach twist around inside me.
"Is this snot?"
She laughed.
"No! It's a raw egg in warm water."
I got suddenly ill at the thought. She noticed and handed me the chamber pot. I grabbed it and retched into it. I wiped my mouth on my arm and fell back in bed. I kept hold of the pot.
"It worked," I said.
Annabelle sounded like she was trying not to laugh. But then she did.
"I'm sorry for laughing. But you are supposed to drink it."
As if I didn't feel bad enough!
Pa walked into the room.
"How do you feel?"
I shrugged. That hurt my head.
"Drink that," he said, pointing.
I shook my head.
"Please don't make me! I won't let alcohol touch my lips again, if you don't!"
Pa laughed.
"Annie, we've just discovered what it takes to make a man stop drinking," Pa said.
She smiled.
"It tastes better than it looks," she said to me.
"It would have to."
"Bread can help," she said to Pa. "Just a little, though."
"Oh. Yes. That sounds much better," I said.
Pa grinned at me.
"We'll try that. You've had a rough day."
Annie got up and left the room. Pa sat on the bed.
"How's your backside?" he asked me.
It was my stomach that was giving me the most grief. It had my full attention, but after he asked, I noticed it was sore. My head was sore, too.
"It's very sore. And it feels wet."
I saw fury in Pa's eyes. He wiped my forehead. He quickly wiped a finger over my rear to see if I was bleeding. I only saw man cream on his finger. I was relieved. What if I needed a doctor? How could we explain? If we told the truth, they might hang all of us.
"I don't want you around Ben or Jack Davis, by yourself," he said. "Do you understand?"
I frowned. How could I not understand that?
"Of course, Pa."
"What do the ladies know?" I asked, softly.
"Just that they got you so drunk you lost consciousness."
I nodded.
"Pa, Jack told me up front that they were trying to get me drunk so that they could fuck me." Pa frowned. "I almost said they didn't need to, but I was so nervous, I thought the whiskey would calm me. They didn't force me to do anything."
Pa got up and closed the door. Then he sat on the bed, again.
"Joe found you while Jack was fucking you for the second time. You were unconscious. There was blood on Jack's cock..." My head started pounding. I retched into the pot, again. "I don't want you speaking to Jack or Ben. Ever. Do you understand me?" I nodded my head, which made it hurt worse.
"What about Lou and Doug Parker?"
"Were they there?" Pa asked.
I didn't want Pa trying to kill anyone else! But Pa was mad enough. If he caught me in a lie, he would be even madder.
"They were in the room when I went in, but I don't know if they...did anything."
Pa shook his head.
"I don't want you talking to them, either."
I nodded, which didn't do my head any good.
"Why don't you try to sleep. When you wake, you'll probably feel better."
"I'll try."
Pa left the room, closing the door behind him. I did sleep. When I woke up, my head and stomach felt better, but my ass seemed to hurt more. I wondered why I had drunk all that whiskey. I didn't even like whiskey. I knew I was partly to blame for what happened. I needed to apologize to Pa. I fell asleep again. I woke when I heard the door open.
"How do you feel?" Pa asked, as he closed the door behind him.
I thought.
"My stomach is a lot better. My head hurts a little and my rear hurts."
Pa sighed.
"I'm sorry I got drunk," I said. "I sure wish I hadn't."
I got a small smile out of Pa.
"It's good that you've learned that lesson. I don't blame you, though, Daryl."
I sighed and nodded.
"The Parkers came by to apologize," Pa said.
"You didn't shoot them, did you?"
Pa sighed. "I can't shoot anyone. If a sheriff asks why I did it, what am I going to say? Ben and Jack know too much about us."
I nodded, which made my head hurt.
"I don't want them to die, anyway," I said. "Did you forgive the Parkers?"
"Do you want me to?"
That was a good question.
"I don't know what they did, after I passed out."
"Yeah. And they didn't want to admit doing anything. They apologized for being there and not stopping Jack and Ben. Judging from the way your ass looks, I'd say they each fucked you at least once, probably twice."
I sighed.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Pa said.
It was Joe. He walked into the room.
"How is you?"
"Better."
Joe looked relieved.
"How does yer ass feel?"
"It feels wet," I told him.
"You maybe be bleeding," Pa said. "Flip on your stomach."
I did that. The movement hurt my head. Pa pulled my butt cheeks apart.
Joe groaned.
"What is it?" I asked, alarmed. "Am I bleeding?"
"No. It's semen," Pa said. "Man cream."
"Damn! It's a goin ta waste," Joe said.
Pa chuckled.
"I think Joe wants to eat it. Is your ass too sore?" Pa said.
"I don't think so."
Joe buried his face in my ass and began licking. I groaned. He lifted up.
"Do it hurt?" he asked me.
"No! It felt really good," I said.
Joe began licking. I groaned when his tongue slid inside me. I pushed my ass up for him. Joe made slurping sounds.We
"They's gone," I heard Rafe say from other side of the door. The door opened. Rafe and Tom walked into the room.
"Damnation!" Tom said.
"Holy shit!" Rafe said. He moved next to me. I reached out and squeezed his hardon through his pants. But it made my head hurt. I stopped. I closed my eyes and my head stopped pounding.
"Damn, that there's some fine cream!" Joe said, when he was finished. I flipped onto my back, which made my head hurt more. I groaned.
"You need to rest," Pa said.
I nodded. They left the room and I fell asleep, again. When I woke up, Pa shocked me by offering me a little whiskey. I shook my head.
"It will help, just this once."
I took it and drank it. Within a couple of minutes, I did feel better.
"It worked!" I said.
Pa nodded.
I moved my head around to see how it felt.
"My head doesn't hurt anymore."
"Good! I expect your ass will be sore for at least a couple of days."
I nodded.
"I'm hungry," I said.
"I'll get you some bread. If youkeep it down, I'll let you eat dinner."
I nodded.
"That sounds good."
I ate the bread as the other men walked into the room.
"I feel much, much better!" I said.
"Yup. Hangover's is bad, but they don't last," Rafe said.
"Harry came to see you, but you were asleep," Pa said.
"Oh. I'm sorry I missed him. Does he know what happened?"
"He seemed to," Pa said.
"Yeah. I told him. I hope you ain't mad," Tom said to Pa.
Pa sighed.
"He would have heard. Besides, I told him I didn't want you doing business with Ben. He understood. If he didn't know why, we would have had to make up a reason."
I nodded.
"I trust Harry," I said.
"He's a good man," Tom said.
I looked at Joe. Joe didn't like Harry. But Joe nodded. Maybe he forgave Harry for taking Tom from him.
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