Both were in erection. Both had their flannel shirts unbuttoned and flared. Will had just moved his face up from where he had been kissing, licking, and nipping at young Joshua’s nipples. Both were unbelted and unbuttoned and their jeans were pulled down almost to their knees. They were rocking against each other. Joshua’s left arm was trapped under their bodies, but his right hand was clutching the teacher’s buttocks, trying to coax Will to move over on top of him, to put it in him, to fuck him . . . to no avail.
Both were wearing their boots and would remain doing so. They’d met before, ridden out of Casper on their horses, having made some excuse not to be at their duties. And they’d lain like this before, on the mountain, by the river, hidden in a crevice in a rock. And they’d kissed and fondled, and they’d beaten each other off. They’d had sex—just not the “all-the-way” sex that Joshua craved.
Will’s mouth moved down to Joshua’s throat, and he kissed him deeply there, sucking on the carotid. His left hand moved back to stroking Joshua’s cock more insistently, more vigorously, more rapidly. Joshua arched his back and moaned. Given up on trying to pull Will on top of him, he grasped the older man’s cock and worked at matching the jacking rate Will was applying.
“Put it in, Will. Take me all the way.”
The older man was dominating the younger. There didn’t seem to be any question who was going to get screwed if this could be taken that far, and that was quite all right with Joshua.
They were breathing heavily, groaning, grunting at their task to bring each other off. And they did bring each other off. Joshua cried and came first, shooting a high arc of cum, the young man fit and virile. He continued jacking Will, albeit at a less-vigorous intensity. Joshua wanted something else, something more. They’d been meeting like this for a couple of months. He had expected it to progress beyond that. He wasn’t a virgin. He’d had a man inside him before. Will was a fine figure of a man, very handsome, very educated—someone Joshua would fully appreciate as a secret lover, having a man as a lover but having that to be conducted in secret in Casper, Wyoming. God knew there were enough men out here who settled for men in their beds, but getting them to own up to it was another matter altogether.
Joshua wasn’t doing as much jacking of Will’s cock now as trying to coordinate getting the school teacher to move on top of him, penetrate, and fuck him, by trying to move Will’s cock into position with one hand while going back to trying to pull the man over on top of him with the other.
But it didn’t get there. Will released his seed on Joshua’s thigh and cooled down almost immediately. He rolled away from Joshua and sat up, his eyes going to the coppice of cottonwood trees where they’d tied up the horses to graze. Joshua’s horse was pulling a wagon.
“I need to get back. I’m sure you do too.”
“School’s not in session today,” Joshua said, the lack of fulfillment clearly in his voice even though he’d gotten off. He didn’t care if Will heard the disappointment or not. If Will did, he didn’t seem to want to face the issue. Joshua wanted to sheath Will’s cock and Will was scared of going that far. He had a position in town. He couldn’t risk it. And shared hand jobs was enough sex for him with a man anyway. Will planned on getting married and raising a family in Casper. Having jacked another man off and been beaten off himself was one thing. Anal sex was something entirely different.
They had already gone far enough that Joshua didn’t see the point of not completing the coupling. People wouldn’t, he thought, be any more shocked or disapproving if they went all of the way as they would be with how far they had come already. He couldn’t get Will to agree with him on that.
“I have papers to grade, and your dad will be expecting you back. He’ll know how long it takes to drive feed out to the Johnson spread and get back to town. This was nice. You’ll let me know when you’re delivering out of Casper again?”
“I suppose,” Joshua said, not too enthusiastically. He’d gotten release, but he’d been frustrated again too.
* * * *
Ralph, fifties, glowering, tall, gaunt but hard-bodied, wiry, ropy muscled with blue veins standing out on his body because there was no fat for it to run through came out of the barn on his back forty on his cattle ranch east of Casper and watched the young man in the wagon approaching on the dusty track. Ralph was a rough, hands-on widower rancher, no-nonsense, commanding, controlling. He was wearing worn jeans and boots, but he was bare-chested, heavily tanned and muscled.
“Brought the feed you ordered,” Joshua said, as he rolled up in front of the older man who was giving Joshua a piercing, assessing look.
“I told your father I could pick it up in town on Thursday,” Ralph said.
“Yes, but I was out and about and I said I’d make the delivery.”
“It’s something else you want,” Ralph said.
Joshua didn’t answer. He just looked away. He couldn’t let the old man see his face. His want would be clear in his face.
“You’ve come back for more of what you got before.” It wasn’t a question and, still, Joshua couldn’t verbalize a response. He didn’t get it from Will. Ralph wasn’t the looker that Will was. But Joshua had gotten it from Ralph. So, yes, he was back for more.
After a pause, Ralph produced a dry laugh and said, “Well, help me get in the feed first. Then git yourself naked and on your back.”
“Yes, sir,” Joshua said, coming off the wagon and pulling his flannel shirt off. Moving feed was dusty work. There would be bits of chaff and kernels everywhere. Besides, he would be naked soon enough, and he got a jolt of arousal from the thought of men—Ralph—seeing him naked.
Before they started Ralph stepped forward, standing right in front of the young man. He ran his hand up the young man’s bare chest.
“Nice. Young, fresh,” he murmured.
Joshua winced when the man twisted one of his nipples, but he held. This was doing something for him; his juices were beginning to build. The hand glided back down Joshua’s chest but then pulled back to Ralph’s own waist, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning and flaring his fly. His cock was half hard. Ralph fished the shaft out, then placed his hands on Joshua’s shoulders, and pushed down. Joshua went to his knees, took the older man’s cock in his mouth, and gave him head. Ralph pulled his thick leather belt out of the jeans, doubled it, and flicked it on Joshua’s shoulders and bare back as Joshua gave him suck. The beating intensified as the cock engorged under Joshua’s attentions.
The beating continued in the loft of the barn after the feed had been brought in. Joshua was bent over a hay bale on his belly. He was naked except that he still had his boots on. Hooks had been jammed into the front sides of the bale, at the bottom, and Joshua’s wrists were bound to these with rope. His head hung over the end of the bale until Ralph had run his fingers into the young man’s scalp and arched his torso back painfully in the frenzy of the fuck.
Standing between the young man’s spread legs at the foot of the bale, the hard-bodied rancher, jeans down around his thighs with his erection projecting out of the flared fly was beating the youth on the back, buttocks, and thighs with the folded-over leather belt.
Joshua panted heavily and cried out, “Fuck, Shit. Yes, yes, YES!” This. This was what he wanted but what he wasn’t getting from Will. It wasn’t just ass fucking. He wanted to be dominated, mastered, cruelly used.
Ralph stopped, but he remained standing over the young man. Joshua looked around, the panting increased, he hyperventilate, and he cried out “Fuck” and “Shit” again. There was no “Yes,” this time, but that didn’t matter to Ralph. He was wearing a black leather glove on his right hand and he was greasing it up.
Joshua cried out in pain-passion, scrabbled at the straw on the wooden floor of the mat, and writhed as best he could as the man hovered over him, pushing the young man’s head down with his left hand and fist fucking him with the right one. Joshua surrendered, collapsing under the man, exhausted, taken, used.
But he had come. He had spouted off again and again as the fist had spread, stretched, and worked him. There had been pain, but also waves of pleasure and of fear that, yes, he could be sent up into the heavens and come from a man’s hand fucking him.
“This is what you want. This is what you’ve come for,” Ralph growled.
“Yes,” Joshua agreed weakly.
This wasn’t new torture that he hadn’t experienced before. Ralph had done this to him the last time he’d been here too. And Joshua had come back for it again.
The rancher withdrew his hand and peeled off the glove. He grasped the young man’s ankles and put them on his shoulders. He then nestled in between Joshua’s thighs. Joshua whimpered and panted as the man worked his cock into the hole, but he had been opened up and spread with the fist.
“Yes, yes, do me. Screw me,” Joshua whimpered.
This was almost an anticlimax. He had no trouble taking the cock now. Pressing down on the small of the young man’s back with his left fist and grabbing a hank of the youth’s head hair with the right hand and painfully bowing Joshua’s body back, Ralph thrust deep, set up a steady rhythm and fucked him and fucked him and fucked him. The man was strong, virile, and vigorous—a master of his craft.
Joshua hobbled out to his wagon, unable to walk a straight line, having no idea what he really felt about this. It was more—more taxing sex, greater release—than Will would—or could—give him. But could he take it? Was it just too cruel and punishing? He certainly couldn’t say that he didn’t feel it with Ralph.
Ralph stood at the barn door, rebuttoning his jeans, pushing the leather belt back through the loops. A look of satisfaction and of a conqueror covered his face.
“I’ll probably be needing more feed next Tuesday afternoon,” he said. “It’s fine with me if your father wants to have it delivered here.”
“Yes, sir,” Joshua said, climbing into the wagon gingerly. The voice was full of reluctance and shame, but he knew that if it was a choice between Will and Ralph, he’s be delivering the feed on Thursday.
* * * *
“I know what you want and what you need. You know where my place is.”
He was gorgeous, a half-breed Ute. Dark, with long, black hair descending to below his shoulders. There was a look of the wild, of primeval, running-free nature about him. He was in buckskins—breeches, tunic, and buckskin boots. The clothes fit him well, but Joshua couldn’t help think of him in just a loincloth and the hide boots. He was hefting a burlap bag full of feed over his shoulder, one hand on the reins of a beautiful, high-spirited Appaloosa stallion, and had leaned in close to where Joshua was loading the wagon in front of his father’s store in Casper.
He was maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, in superb condition. Rumor was that his Ute name was Mighty Stallion and that he was an outcast with Utes because his father was white and with the whites because his mother was Ute. Still, his father was white, so he had been allowed to inherit and work his father’s spread, east of Casper, along the North Platte River.
In town he used the name Samson, and he was every bit as magnificent as the biblical character of that name was written to be. He even had the flowing mane of hair.
“Sorry, I don’t understand what you mean.”
“I think you do. I know you do,” Samson said. “You are a beautiful young man. We will make great sex. The spirits are declaring that. We are naturally matched, me the stallion and you the mare. The spirits have foretold this.” And then he tied down the feed bag behind the woven cloth he used on the Appaloosa rather than a saddle, gracefully pulled himself up onto the horse’s back, gave Joshua a piercing, assessing look, and rode east out of town. Before he left, he looked down at Joshua and repeated. “It will be the natural order; me the stallion and you the mare. You will be fully satisfied. You will come to me when you are in heat. I will cover you and you will be mine.”
That left Joshua trembling and contemplating. Wasn’t that what he was seeking—satisfaction, satiation? When was he not in heat these days? How had the mixed breed discerned that? It’s what the schoolteacher, Will, had said as well, in terms of Joshua seeking it from men. Will had said that Joshua was more feminine than male—he was a beautiful male, but it wasn’t in his nature to be a stallion, Will had said. He said that Joshua was destined to be the mare—to be covered by the stallion. How strange, Joshua had thought at the time. What a strange way to put it, but here it was again. Now here it was being brought up again. He certainly didn’t feel like a mare with Will. Will was unwilling to be a stallion. And Ralph? He was all stallion. He didn’t want a mare; he wanted prey.
Did Joshua want to be prey or a mare? Or, with Will, just frustrated and unsatiated?
When Joshua rode up to the small sod house sunk into a hillside, with a small barn off to the side, Samson came out to stand in front of the house to watch him ride in on his horse. All he was wearing was a hide loincloth and the same buckskin boots he had been wearing in town. His body was magnificent, his chest tattooed with Ute body art. His hair had been let loose and descended toward his waistline. He was the native warrior; this was his land. He was the stallion here.
“I don’t know why I—”
“Yes, you do know why you came,” Samson interjected Joshua’s shyly voiced statement. “You are a mare in need of a stallion. You are in season. Put your horse in the barn, with plenty of feed and water. We will be riding each other all through the night. I will ride your ass and you will ride my shaft. I will breed you and you will be satisfied.”
Joshua shivered. He should turn and ride off. Ralph provided what he needed—or, at least he thought Ralph did. If Joshua survived Ralph he certainly would be provided with satisfaction.
“Is your horse in the barn? I saw that he is a stallion. Mine is a mare and she is in season. I shouldn’t put her in the barn if he is in there too.”
“You are doing what nature has called you to do. If your mare is in season, she needs a stallion. My stallion is in season too. He needs a mare. You will put her in the barn and my stallion will cover her. It is the natural way. You too are a mare. I am a stallion. We both are in season. You will come into my house and I will cover you. Put your mare in the barn. She will be covered as you are covered.”
Again Joshua shuddered at the baldness of what the beautiful man was saying. He was magnificent. He was so sure of himself and commanding.
“Do it now and then come to me. Lay down for me and spread your legs for me and we will become one. It is what you need and what you want.”
Joshua rode over to the barn, got off his mare, put her in the barn, provided her plenty of feed and water to last through the night, and came back out into the sunshine. As he left, the stallion was already striking his hooves against the thin wall separating his stall from the mare’s. The wall came down. Joshua turned at the barn door to see that the wall was down and the stallion’s huge shaft was already down and swinging. The stallion wasted no time in mounting the mare and penetrating. The mare was standing very still, head down in submission.
Samson, naked now except for the boots, was standing close behind Joshua, putting his hands on Joshua’s forearms. “Ah, he is already covering her, as I now will cover you. See how big he is. For a man, I am as big.” He took one of Joshua hands and pulled it to between his legs, giving Joshua the measure of an enormous erection. Joshua gasped, but he didn’t take his hand away.
“Feel what I will breed you with. Take its measure. Think of all of it being inside you, pulsating, breeding you.” Joshua moaned. “Watch the mare as she stands, steady, in submission. Submit to me.”
“Here? Now?”
“Yes, I am ready to mount you.”
Samson quickly stripped a trembling Joshua down from behind and gently lowered the nonresisting young man to the ground. He fucked him right there, in the doggy position, in front of the barn door while both of them watched the stallion covering the mare. Samson covered Joshua, who was on all fours, shimmering and panting, moaning and groaning, from behind and on top. Joshua’s head, cheek in the dirt, was pressed to the ground by Samson’s left foot, Samson’s right hand snaked under the young man’s belly and stroked his cock off, while the longest, thickest, dark-toned cock Joshua had ever seen worked its way inside him and fucked him. Samson was in command; Joshua his servant.
As the mare submitted to the stallion, Joshua submitted to Samson.
The stallion had come off the mare, shaken its head and snorted, and had mounted the mare again, its long, thick shaft reeling out once more, while Samson was fucking Joshua. The horse’s cock and that of the man were markedly similar, both huge and long—and quickly recovering. When Samson came, after he had pulled a release out of Joshua, he flooded the young man’s core with cum to where it was dripping down Joshua’s thighs.
The stallion had breeded the mare. Samson had breeded Joshua. Joshua had held as solidly as the mare, trembly, but holding steady. They both had taken it, each cowed, lowering their head in submission, and moaning in their own way while stallions had their way with them.
Joshua collapsed to the ground and Samson pulled off him. He went to the door of the sod house and said, “Come to me. We will ride all night. It is what you need. It is why you came to me. All night. We will become one again and again. You will learn what being satisfied by a man is. You are my mare and I am your stallion.”
Joshua whimpered and moaned, but he felt unable to move. Giving a laugh, Samson came back to him, lifted him, put him over a shoulder, and walked back to the sod house. As they were walking away, the stallion was mounting the mare again.
In the hut, on a bed that dominated the room, Samson dominated Joshua, taking him, riding him, giving him the long, thick cock deep and constantly—not in anger but in the mutually needy way of nature . . . all night long.
In addition to learning how to take a mammoth cock repeatedly and to become one with a Ute brave, Joshua found that Samson got his English name from his mother because his father was named Sam, not because he was a superman and could keep it up and master Joshua with it all night. But this Samson could—and did—do as well, humping his mare deep for twenty minutes, resting for ten, humping him deep for twenty minutes, resting for ten, humping him . . .
Samson’s cum flowed like wine—as did Joshua’s. The stallion and his mare.
* * * *
Joshua didn’t appear at Ralph’s ranch the next Tuesday. When he hadn’t appeared the Tuesday after that either, Ralph drove his wagon into Casper. He had a good excuse. He needed more feed for his cattle. Joshua’s father had said feed would be delivered to him, but it wasn’t. Ralph had said that wouldn’t be necessary so coming into town to pick it up wouldn’t lead to a dust up of any sort. What Ralph was really coming into town for, though, was to find out why Joshua hadn’t visited him to pleasure Ralph in the barn on his back forty.
It didn’t take much nosing about to find out that Joshua had taken up living with the half Ute, Samson, on his small spread east of town. No one could say for sure, but the rumor was that the Ute half breed had cast a spell over Joshua. They wouldn’t say it out loud, but they were whispering it about that the Ute half breed was humping the young man. In receiving this breathless rumor, Ralph was just as outraged as anyone in town was. What they didn’t know, though, was his outrage was that someone other than him was humping Joshua.
He took the feed back to his spread on the west side of town and then took the wagon around the town and to the east, arriving near Samson’s spread near nightfall. He hunkered down close to Samson’s horse shed, out of sight from it and the sod house, and waited for night to fall and opportunity to arise.
Sure enough, Joshua appeared at the shed, using the outhouse nearby, and then standing, naked, under the rain barrel fixed up on the roof of the horse shed and sluiced the day’s sweat and dirt off his body. While he was naked, vulnerable, wet, and unsuspecting, Ralph pulled a burlap sack over his head, applied a couple of head and body punches to take any fight out of the young man, tied him up in the back of the wagon, and spirited him away.
Halfway back to Ralph’s ranch, Joshua came back into consciousness enough to fight the hastily applied bonds and to threaten to escape from the back of the wagon. Ralph stopped the wagon, set the brake, came around to the back, and before Joshua could get organized enough to get free, Ralph beat him down until Joshua was lying on the ground behind the wagon in a heap, moaning and groaning from the beating.
Ralph picked him up and did a better job of tying him down in the back of the wagon, putting him on his back and tying his wrists and ankles together on each side to hooks sunk into the inner sides of the wagon bed. He gagged the naked young man with a bandana, climbed up in the bed of the wagon, positioned himself between the immobilized spread thighs of the moaning young man, covered him, and fucked the stuffing out of him.
Back in his own barn on the back forty, Ralph stretched Joshua on his belly over the bale of hay he bound him to before, secured him there, whipped him almost conscious, and fucked him from behind and above again. After that, Joshua went into a wire animal cage in the shadows of the barn loft, his ankles bound together and his wrists bound together behind his back. He didn’t bother with a gag. They were out in the wilderness. There was no one to hear the young man’s screams or pleadings for help for miles around.
Then Ralph went to supper and to bed. He’d decide what to do with Joshua in the morning. It was getting to deciding how long to let the young man live and to use him. He didn’t see how anyone in town would even know Ralph had him. They’d go after the Ute. They’d probably string the Ute up. Ralph was fine with that. Ralph was angry that Joshua hadn’t returned to him as promised and he was downright disgusted that Joshua had decided to go off with a Ute half breed instead. No Ute could use the young man like Ralph could—and did.
* * * *
When Joshua came to and was able to speak, he found he wasn’t in Ralph’s barn. He wasn’t bound and caged either. He was lying on and under animal skin rugs in a teepee. Samson was kneeling by his side.
“What? Where?”
“Shh, don’t try to stir yet. You’re safe and you will heal. You’re on the Ute reservation. We’ll stay here until everything is smoothed out with Ralph.”
“You’re not going to try to do anything to Ralph, are you?” Joshua said, his voice full of fear. “Ralph has standing in Casper. And friends. What we are, what we have and do isn’t—”
“No, I understand,” Samson said. “I’m half Ute. I think I understand the dangers and limitations of our reacting to Ralph quite clearly. No, I have other arrangements in order for Ralph. I think he’ll be satisfied and will leave us alone as long as we don’t cause any public outcry.”
“What can be done about Ralph?”
“You and Ralph just do not fit with the spirits. You aren’t satisfied by the same desires. Ralph needs someone who wants to yield to Ralph’s forcefulness.”
“I don’t see—”
“There are such young men who do want that from their sexual activity. I know of one and have sent him to Ralph. We will know in a day or two, if Ralph is satisfied with him. If so, I think we will be safe to go home.”
“This finding your match for sexual satisfaction is difficult, isn’t it?” Joshua is.
“Yes, it is. But we have found that. You are my mare and I am your stallion. We fit naturally and with full satiation for both of us. I’m sure this will work with Ralph—and if it doesn’t, we will just move further west until we find our spiritual home.”
