The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"Buffalo Boys" 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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With the setting of the sun, the boys of Buffalo Lodge had been left with several instructions. Among the more urgent, having to relieve Dougie of his bound position to the whipping post, had the boys working as a team.
Tallest, Marat at six foot, one inch, had to stand on his toes, the front of his bod leaning against the tall trunk, to open up the leather cuffs.
"Easy now," Marat cautioned, as he released Dougie's left wrist from it's leather binding.
"Ooooohhhh..." Dougie moaned.
"Sorry, guy," Marat called out. "I'll have you out of this in no time."
"I... I feel soooo sore..." Came the reply of anguish.
"The bastard didn't hold back," Ron Hastings, from Massachusetts complained, in his Bostonian accent.
Much like the Boston vernacular, with an Irish inflection, Maclyn added, "Same as my pa used to do. Whipped us as hard as he could."
"Makes me feel like I got off easy," Dario replied, reaching under Dougie's armpit to catch him, as Marat released the remaining wrist from the black, leather cuff.
"You never got a beating?" Gil Elliot questioned Dario.
"Not like this. Sure, my old man beat me up when he got drunk enough."
The seven Buffalo boys chatted as they all tried helping get Dougie from the circle of sand, around the whipping post. Four carried the victim underarms and by legs, to the cabin, pointed out earlier, to be their summer lodge.
"Beat you? Like how?" Jason Wragg asked.
"You know," The Latino-Italian replied, "like giving a guy that ole `one-two'?"
"He beat you with his fists?"
"Well sure," Dario could nonchalantly relate.
"Wow, I guess I got it good!"
Jason asked Elliot, "How does that go?"
"Well, not that I bucked the system, but I did once get into deep shit."
They waited for how Elliot got disciplined by his `rents.
"Couldn't drive my 4x4 for two whole weeks!"
In light of what Dougie had gone through, some sarcasticism subsisted.
"Poor Elliot couldn't drive to the ATM!" Ron Hastings mocked.
A few laughed, until Dougie's groan, going through the cabin door, pained him.
"Easy guys," Marat cautioned them.
Jason thought how dreamy Marat's French accent sounded. But it wasn't only that aspect of the Frenchman that warmed his innards!
"C'mon. Let's put him over here," Gil took the initiative at the first bunk they came to.
"'Amount my old man's.... shelling out... they... could've... least made the bed!"
The Seven Buffalo boys stood amazed at the way Dougie bounced back, from the ten welts crisscrossing his back.
From not hearing a reaction, Dougie made his own astounding comment, "Hey, it'll take more than that to keep a Hazard down!"
Turning from laying on his chest, Dougie tried to rise up.
"Owwwch! Ooooh!"
"Easy there, Dougie!"
Again, the tallest of the Buffalo boys, Marat, the hot Frenchman, from Jason's view, stood as their fearless leader.
"Hey, anybody got some vaseline or cream or something?"
"I've got some cocoa butter," Dario offered, to Marat's asking.
Digging into his gearbag, Dario began unscrewing a wide-capped container.
In the meantime, Maclyn Darragh came forth, offering the advice, "From experience, I know we should wipe it clean, first."
"That's the second time you've said that Mac," Ron Hastings recalled. "This happen to you often?"
"Not too much. More to my older brother than me. Yeah, I learned more from him getting a whipping than me, I suppose."
Trailing off into the jon, connecting the Buffalo boys' cabin with that of the Wolve's Lodge, Maclyn began filling Ron in.
"So, your bro was a bad kid?"
"Sometimes. Yeah, sure. We all had our bad days, but my pa used to like to pick on Patrick. I didn't let on to our pa that I was gay."
"You're gay, Mac?" Ron questioned him.
Maclyn looked strangely back at Ron, as if reflecting the thought, `I'm not stupid!' Ron then got the idea of the stare back at him.
"Yeah, okay, so I'm gay too!"
As Maclyn wrung out the wash cloth, rinsing it a coupla times, he explained, "It's probably the only reason I'm here."
"'Splain, Mac?" Ron asked, walking back to the cabin with Maclyn.
"This is how it goes. Y'see, Patrick, that's my older `gay' brother, clued our pa into my sexuality, before he lit out from home."
"He ran away."
"Yep. Anyway, so I became the target."
"He beat you?"
"Fortunately, only once. But once was enough."
Almost inside the screen door of the cabin, Maclyn stopped, his head hanging down, in thought.
"What's the matter Mac?" the eighteen year old, concerned bud asked, a hand on his shoulder.
Maclyn turned his head slightly, rubbing his day old reddish stubble on the back of Ron's hand.
"You're sweet," he commented, a slight grin.
Realizing it, as if a hot iron touched his hand, Ron withdrew it.
"Shy lad!"
The grin turned to a toothy smile.
"Something wrong?"
"Nah. It's just that I'm not... well..."
"Out about your sexuality?"
The dark brown-haired, eighteen year old, Massachusetts college guy turned red, at Maclyn's truthful guess.
Then, alluding to the matter in his hand, Maclyn states, "I'd better get this inside."
"Um, sure," Ron concedes.
"But anytime you want to talk about it, Ron, I'm a good listener."
"I'll remember that," Ron told him, smiling back.
It's strange that Ron though for sure that since he sat with Gil Eliot the whole time on the bus, from the airport, to camp, that he'd find a friendship in the Canadian. Now things looked different from this perspective.
"What'd you do, Mac? Stop off for a quick fuck?"
More like his old self, Dougie's color had returned, along with his brash composure.
"Will til you feel `this' on your back!"
"Some of us are made of stronger stuff, Mac."
However, when Marat gently placed the lukewarm washcloth on two welts, garnered by the leather strap, Dougie saw stars all over again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhshiiiiiiiiiiiit!" The nineteen year old grimaced.
"Sorry," Maclyn sided with Dougie's grief.
"If you only knew," Dougie commented back.
"No," Ron relayed, from his recent conversation, "Mac really knows how you feel."
"Say what?" Dougie winced again, as Marat touched the moist cloth to his back, but directed his questioning Ron's way.
"Tell him, Mac," Ron put it to the Irish lad.
The other Buffalo Lodge teens showed likewise interest, as they slowly unpacked their gear bags.
"Nothing much to tell. My older brother, Patrick thought he could trust our pa with telling him about his attraction to other men, instead of women. Bad move though. You see, our mother died when our other brother was born."
"He gay too?" Jason butt in.
"No, he's dead."
Things got solemn.
"The reason why.... you know."
As before, Ron made the connection, hand to shoulder, for solace.
"Thanks," came the soft emotion from Maclyn, before carrying on with his story. "Patrick came out before going off to school here, in America. For two years he put up with our pa's beatings. At first it was because our pa thought he could beat it out of Patrick."
"Beat being gay, out of a person?"
They all looked at Scott Tsutsumi. It had been the most he's said to them, in the whole time it took to journey from the airport, to Timber Creek Fitness Camp.
Dario picks up on the thought, reporting, "Yeah, some assholes are dumb enough to believe that they can do that."
"Idiots!" Jason seconds it.
"Wait. Let Mac finish," Dougie insists, as Marat changes over from wet cloth to the cocoa butter.
"This is going to hurt."
Looking at Marat, Dougie replies, "Yeah, right."
Smiling, Marat slaps Dougie on the shoulder, as if to say, `lie down'.
"Ooooooooooh shit!"
"Oops! Sorry. I didn't mean to do that, Dougie. I swear!"
"Wouldn't be so bad if I had somebody to fuck!"
Dougie's joke turned into an onslaught of volunteers.
At first bat, Jason offers, in his Aussie-Brit dialogue, "Hey, wouldn't mind having my ass pounded!"
"Don't look at me," Marat states, shucking off the question of bottoming.
"You can take my ass, anytime," Gil offers.
His secret admirer, Dario looks over towards Gil.
"Can I volunteer?"
"Hell yeah!" Gil then switches allegiances.
"Think fast!"
Marat throws the little tub of cocoa butter to Maclyn.
"What tha?" Maclyn catches it, as if a football to his gut, only on a smaller scale.
Dougie more orders than questions, "Well, you going to drop the pants, Jason?"
Then, it's Marat that informs Dougie, "I'm taking his ass. You can drive your spear down his throat!"
Okaying the action, after the good job Marat has done taking care of him, Dougie asks, "Yeah. Okay, bro. Help me get these jeans off?"
"No problem, bro."
As if going for it himself, Marat then orders, "Hey Scott, how about stripping Dougie down?"
"Why Scott?" Ron asks.
"Get off it," Marat goes on to explain, of his own thoughts and understanding, "didn't you see the way he bowed down to Michaelis?"
Dougie picks up on the servitude remark and states, "Yeah, betcha if Michaelis told you to, you'd eat his ass out, Scott!"
Scott didn't say anything further. He figured they all thought the way Dougie and Marat did. A couple of the teens supported the Asian.
"Want to eat my ass out Dougie?" Maclyn surprised them all with his moxie.
"Ooooooh, you gonna take that from Mac, Dougie?" Jason questioned.
Having a hot fixation over the red-haired Irishman, the red goatee adorning his handsome features, Dougie had some lusts of his own.
"Why don't you just warm up my ass with your tongue, Jason?"
"Hell yeah!" the eighteen year old bottom replied.
"Forget that," Marat told Dougie off, "my cock is hard up for a fuck. I'm taking Jason's ass right now!"
"You don't have to get cocky, Marat!"
They all laughed off Dougie's humorous remark.
Marat didn't wait for any guy to strip him down. In a minute's time, he knelt at the edge of the bed. Jason lay on his back, with his ass at the edge. Dougie lay with his pubes over Jason's face.
"Don't fuckin' smother me, man!"
Having every reason to sqwauk, Jason readjusted his nostrils, to avoid getting his air ducts cut off by Dougie's thick pubic bush. Sinking his 9c into Jason's mouth, helped remedy that.
"What tha?" Dougie sighed, turning his head.
In addition to having his cock sunk deep into Jason's throat, something wet touched his ass.
"Okay?"
As he turned his head, Dougie smiled, okaying the fact that it was well and good that Scott Tsutsumi's tongue reached down through his hairy asscrack, to massage his tender hole.
"Yeah, but don't getting any ideas about fucking me, Scottie-boy!"
"Only with my tongue, okie-dokie, Dougie?"
"Bring it on, man!" Then turning in the opposite demeanor, Dougie cursed out Jason, "Watch the fuckin' teeth!"
Wasn't much Jason's fault. How could see over Dougie's bod, plastered on his, to see Marat's 10.5c pressured against his ass sphincter.
"Oh man, you're so fuckin' tight Jason!" Marat `complained'!
Meanwhile, Maclyn tried keeping his attention on swabbing down Dougie's back with the cocoa butter.
"Um, Mac?"
The red-headed Irishman looked up, seeing Ron Hastings standing there.
"Okay if I.. Um..."
As if reading his mind, Maclyn replied to Ron, "Yeah, but strip down so I have something hot to keep my mind on?"
The reason Maclyn was hard as a rock, rubbing his own erection through his jeans, was his mindset on the hot bed action. However, Ron provided a new interest and it excited the hell out of him to see what he had to offer underneath the clothing.
"Oh fuck you better hurry, Ron!"
Maclyn's jeans already showed a wet spot. His 8.5c was making his jean's burst at the seams, watching Ron strip down.
"Hot chest!"
"Thanks," Ron replied.
Totally in the buff, Ron knelt down and began unfastening Maclyn's belt. Soon he had the same-aged teen disregarding the cocoa butter duty.
"Oooooooh that feels great, Mac!"
"He is gone."
"Gone?"
Looking over his shoulder, Dougie sees a void in the chair where Maclyn previously occupied.
"Okay I stop ass massage to use cocoa butter?"
"Yeah, man," Dougie approved.
At the same time, Dougie noticed Scott's beefy chest.
"Hot nips, man," he commented.
"You like to play with?"
"Huh?" Dougie questioned.
At the same time, Dougie was losing interest in the attention his cock was getting from Jason's throat. Same token, Marat's 10.5c lay deep inside Jason, giving him quite the workout.
"Fuck this! Let's go find our own action," Dougie finally said, abandoning Jason's throat. "Damn, you guys didn't waste any time!"
Looking around the room, Ron was perched on a bed, Maclyn's 8.5c buried to the hilt. Dario had Gil doubled in half.
"Damn! We're in last place, Scottie-boy!"
Having Scott jump in the sack, Dougie made him lie on his back. Picking up the Asian's legs, he immediately lined his cock up with the tight hole.
"Don't worry, Scottie-boy. I'll take it nice'n'easy."
"No don't."
"Huh?" Dougie looked at Scott as if a man from Mars. "What's it with you, Scottie-boy?"
"I like to feel you shovel your cock in me."
"Look, I've got nine inches of fat meat here and..."
"Please?"
"Okay," Dougie said, matter-of-factly, "it's your hole, man."
"It feel good for you?"
"You know it will, man!"
Scott howled, as if a wolf doing the moon, but for Dougie it was like reaching for the heavens.
"Oh yeeeeeeaaah... oh fuck yeah!" Dougie squealed with delight. "You alright, Scottie-boy?"
"It feel very good."
"Must be painful, man."
Dougie already knew that, but wanted a gut feeling from Scott, to try to comprehend why he liked the pain. To add to the relished feeling, Scott took Dougie's hands in his.
"You play with me?"
"What? You want me to squeeze your nips?"
"Yes, please?"
"Sure. Whatever turns you on, man."
Dougie actually got a kick out of mashing Scott's nips in between his fingers and thumbs. Scott even provoked him to the point of utilizing his fingernails. Massaging his tight ass, Dougie developed his own system of using the pulling action of Scott's nips, in the counterbalance of parking his cock in the Asian's ass.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
All action came to a halt when the screen door slammed shut.
`Uh-oh's!' could be heard around the room, as cocks ceased operating inside ass canals.
At least Marat got to shoot his load deep into Jason's ass chamber before pulling out.
"Attention and right now!" The order came from the German counselor's lips.
Lining up, he made the rounds.
"From this day forward, I own your cocks! Any questions?"
Of course Dougie had to open his big mouth.
"I'll fuckin' jerk off when I want to and there's nothing you can do to stop me! Stop any of us!"
His shoulders turned towards Reinken, but Dougie's cock still had been lodged deep into Scott's ass chambers.
"Hot fuck, eh?" Reinken says to Dougie, smiling.
As if getting buddy-buddy with the eighteen year old, Reinken places his hands on Dougie's shoulders, lightly massaging them.
"Yeah. Real tight man."
He shouldn't have been so trusting back.
"Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Dougie screams out, as Reiken pulls backwards.
Dougie goes tumbling off the bottom of the bed, landing on his ass, his cock popping out of Scott's ass with a pucker sound.
"You're dead meat!"
Reinken stood a coupla inches taller than Dougie, but twenty pounds heavier. Not an ounce of body fat encompassed neither of the men's frames.
"C'mon," Reinken provoked Dougie on with his hand.
Possibly Reinken thought he was taking on some backwoods boy from Tennessee, but he learned Dougie had a few martial arts moves that wasn't in the redneck bible!
First move, credited Reinken with sending Dougie into the buttend of a bunk. However, Dougie's quick recovery and dealings, had his foot socked into Reinken's belly. It affected him more by surprise, than knocking the wind out of him. After all Reinken's physique sported a finely crafted six pack.
"I knew those Jackie Chan movies would pay off!"
The room wired with sweat and anxious moments, sent a round of laughter throughout the cabin. It became short-lived, as Reinken's fist caught Dougie in the gut. The boy from the backwoods wasn't finished yet though. A punch upwards, tangled with Reinken's balls.
"Ooooooooooooh!" The six foot, two German cried out, doubling over, turning around, as if in retreat.
"Yeah, that'll make you run with your tail between your legs, Kraut!"
Bad enough that Dougie embarrassed Reinken with his punching out action, but the racial slur renewed the embers.
When Reiken turned on Dougie and began using his stomach as a punching bag, some of the guys began to worry.
"Hey, that's enough!" Jason called out, jumping on Reinken's back, riding him as if a bronco.
The Aussie wound up bouncing off the wall. It took Marat, Maclyn and Dario to pry Reinken off of Dougie. Eventually he shucked each of them, but left the screen door banging shut.
As he left them, Reinken shouted back, "You're all in deep shit! You're grounded!"
Like before, Marat was the first to scrape Dougie up off the floor.
"You okay, dude?" The Frenchman coined the American phrase.
"I'll survive. Ooooooh," he sighed, holding his stomach. "Man, does that Reinken dude have a heavy fist!"
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02 Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.
"The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!"
T. Chase McPhee... circa 2005