Reluctantly Moon shuffled to the upright and knelt beside Cultrane’s splayed legs. Right before his face was the lawman’s naked hip and Darby’s stiff cock lunging in and out of the furry crack. He was caught suddenly in the excitement as he raised his hand to the marshal’s hard thigh and then into the warmth of his crotch, past the sack, to the root of the throbbing cock. Cultrane groaned as...
DESTINY CULTRANE: BRUSHROCK PASS BY KEITH CHRISTENSEN Swirls of snow driven by a fierce wind rose from the street like small tornadoes as Destiny coaxed his mare through the growing drifts. Puffs of steam froze into crystals of ice on the horses muzzle and below his nose as the storm tore at their faces. He pulled the collar of his duster in closer to his neck. To his right...
"Getting Pregnant By My Uncle Todd" My Uncle Todd used my parent’s house to store some of his construction equipment for his contracting business. He often came by early in the morning with a crew of guys to load stuff into their big 4x4's to supply various building projects. I'd usually see my Uncle as I was leaving for school. He'd greet me gladly with those big smiling eyes and a toothy...
Ari had stretched my arms up and fastened my wrists into the leather shackles at the top corners of the cross while Saia slipped the jock down my legs and off my feet. By the time my ankles were shackled to the base my cock had fully raised and the foreskin had pulled back from the thick head. It throbbed before me in the cool air. “It looks like this one is ready for us, my brother. Let us...
FOOD BY KEITH CHRISTENSEN I drove to the self-storage warehouse in Key West. It was a huge, white painted concrete block building in the middle of an incongruous looking residential neighborhood. I had been told it had once been a cigar factory, which would explain why the place was built like a fortress. There were no windows and only a loading dock and a small door punctuating the...
By Keith Christensen Destiny reined up his mare at the crest of the small rise and trained his eyes into the slope of desert ahead of them. Billy Hollis pulled his horse in beside him. Leather creaked and snapped as Cultrane raised his big body up in the stirrups to get a better look. “What d’ya see, Cully?” the younger man asked, looking into the distance. “Not sure...what do you...
The four young men had been friend and roommates for the past two years at Valdosta State University. The time had come for the end of school and graduation. They had planned to celebrate with a quick vacation to the beach before they had to jump into the real world. They were all ready for a break from school and needed to do some drinking and some fucking. Each one had nothing but sex on...
The attendant led me through another door which took us back to the waiting room. There was a guy and a really cute female sitting there, both naked. The girl had her legs spread exposing her pussy playing with herself; the guy had his legs crossed with his hands covering his cock. I walked into the room and the girls eyes instantly looked at my cock, with shock and amazement in her eyes. A big...
About a minute or two later the lights came on. I noticed they were all spotlights arranged around the room pointing right at me. In walked four men all dressed in that same skin tight outfit. They left little room for imagination. There guys were hung. All four stood around my head and released a panel in their suits revealing their beautiful cocks. "We need you to open your mouth wide and...
I was about to walk through the doors of a place called Abuse Central. I saw a ad for it in a local sex newspaper. It said that if you enjoyed torture and defilement, this was the place for you. Well, here I was. I walked in a was greated by a large man in a skintight black outfit. He said "are you here for a session?" I said, "yes, my first one." Excellant, strip and put your belongings...
BY KEITH CHRISTENSEN “Roger W. Jacobs, Commander USN, serial number F4990276,” he screamed in his head. He tried pulling up his feet but his bare ankles were bound together and tied to the frame of the iron cot they had him lying on. Another tight rope around his throat held his head to the top rail of the bed. He could smell the stinking mattress beneath him. His eyes were...
Sheriff Jeremiah Barlow saw a saddled horse through the trees. He didn’t see anybody near the horse, which was standing still. As he drew close, he saw a man lying face down near the horse. Barlow dismounted and knelt beside the man. “Hey there…are yuh okay?” he asked as he reached out to touch the man. The man groaned and started to roll over. Barlow helped the man, and then suddenly...
I opened my eyes as the sun was starting to stream in through the window. Richard was still asleep and I was nuzzled under his armpit with my face on his chest. He was breathing slowly and I savoured this moment as a lay motionless, thinking I had never felt so at safe and at peace than at that very moment. As I continued to look upon Richard's semi exposed muscular body my dick started to grow...
Reveling in his reaction, she started to rain every lash down on his chest, aiming carefully for the dollar sized targets on his chest, until the sweat that trailed across his convulsing belly ran red as it passed through the wet pelt just above his drooping cock and dripped from his legs to the stony ground. Gradually she worked down, across the plain of his ridged abdomen, striping his flesh...
I had met an older man online and chatted with him for a few weeks. I was into older men since I first started masturbating. He wanted to know intimate details of me and my fantasies. One night we had chatted for hours, lots of sex chat, he told me he had a place in the woods that he and a "few" friends met a few times a year where you can do anything, go naked all day, fuck with anyone that...
My mouth hung open and drool dribbled off my lower lip. I was half crippled; dazed from the relentless, sexual ravaging my poor body had just endured. Mr.Rutledge tied a length of rope around my scrotum and the base of my schlong. He cinched it tight causing my package to stand firm and erect, away from my bald pelvis. He attached a small chain to the rope and then let drop a five pound...
For the first time in hours, I was uncuffed and untied and not being fucked or pushed to my athletic limit. I lay on the floor; after all, Jeff had punched me for cumming and ordered me to lick up every ounce from the floor and his pants and chest. He probably knew I couldn't resist. I was completely spent, and I still had the electric dildo up my ass. He knew he could flip a switch and send...
I sat naked in the back of Jeff's car, wrists handcuffed behind me and gagged with Jeff's underwear, absolutely enjoying the rest. Jeff, the personal trainer I signed up with to help take me to the Olympics in various track-and-field events, just put me through the most intense workout of my life. I was still sweating, still out of breath, but at least I wasn't lifting, running, punished, or...
SILVERROD By Keith Christensen Chase Hogan and his partner Smitty had spent three weeks riding a herd through a stretch of desert when they decided it was time for Smitty to return to Fort Laramie for some more supplies. It would be about a four day trip and Chase told him they’d meet up at Silverrod, where he’d wait at the local hotel. After they’d parted, Chase spurred his mare, turned...
"Where have you been?" Jeff barked as I showed up at the gym 10 minutes late. "Sorry, Jeff. Class ran over, and I got here as fast as I could," I said. "Listen, kid. I bust my butt to set up these workouts and make sure your body is ready to take you to the Olympics. You can't just show up late." "I said I'm sorry, and now I'm here. So, let's get started." Jeff grabbed my wrist. ...
It was Sunday evening in northeast Missouri. The sun had barely disappeared beyond the tree-lined horizon and the sky’s colour was either velvet-rich purple or pitch black, depending on who you asked. Five miles from town, a large, badly rusted but otherwise sound-looking and somewhat large tool shed sat perched upon a tuft surrounded by a sea of knee-high grasses, virtually invisible against...
“Sure thing Marshal. Say, how come I always hafta get you outta spots you get yourself into?” Hollis chuckled. “Jus’ lucky I guess. Now, hurry up.” Together they released the other prisoners and then made their way out, dressed as they had been when they entered, but encountered no resistance from Wo Hung’s henchman. Later Destiny would learn that the guards were too busy capturing the...
Billy Hollis stepped off the train and into the blackened bowels of the San Francisco terminal, his eyes wide with amazement over the size of the place and the sight of half a dozen locomotives all in a row, each one belching clouds of sooty smoke into the cavernous barn. A blast of steam from the undercarriage of a nearby engine startled him and he whirled around to see if Destiny was somewhere...
The Missourian countryside was cloaked in an absolute, surreally quiet, darkness. As Friday night mingled carelessly into Saturday morning, even the ubiquitous sound of crickets had ceased for the evening. An ocean of wafting knee-high grass stretched off into the horizon, interrupted occasionally by a towering oak and, almost hidden in the blackness, dual trails of flattened grasses; tire...
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