High Plains Fucker

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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18-year-old William Anderson kept his hands firmly around the slim waist of 21-year-old Ben Rooney, as Ben sat in front and drove the horse they were riding on. Beside them, riding on their horses were Ben’s 19-year-old twin brothers, Luke and Matt. Festooned to the three horses were saddlebags filled with the loot from the train they had just robbed. They were dashing across the plains on the outskirts of El Paso, Texas, in August 1892.

The handsome William was thin, medium height, blond and blue-eyed. He wore a tailor-made dark blue suit, white shirt and a tie. Sitting scrunched up on the saddle rubbed up against Ben, William was shocked to feel his dick was hard in his suit trousers, despite the harrowing situation he was in. William was a contrast to the six-foot tall, lanky brown-haired Ben. He wore a Stetson hat, black leather chaps over his grimy jeans, dusty boots and a red plaid shirt. His youthful face was weathered from living outdoors and being on the run. Luke and Matt were of similar builds and were dressed the same way.

William had boarded the train in Dallas. He was the youngest son of the widowed Daniel Anderson, owner of one of the region’s largest cattle ranches. William was heading to New York City, after sightseeing he would go onto Boston; he was to attend Harvard. He’d graduated from the Boniface Academy, the finest prep school in Dallas. The rugged 45-year-old Mr. Anderson had great plans for his golden boy, these included a law degree, marriage to a Senator’s daughter, and a seat in Congress.  

The sons of deceased Irish immigrants, the Rooney Brothers grew up in an orphanage where they were troublemakers; they ran away as teenagers for a life of crime. The Rooney Brothers were known to authorities for their train robbing exploits. Ben and Luke would board a train as passengers, at the appropriate time, they’d barge into the first-class section brandishing their pistols and rob the upper-class travelers. The Continental Railroad security guards were no match for the vicious Rooney Brothers, many guards ended up dead. Terrified passengers would unhesitatingly hand over their jewelry, cash and valuables to the menacing thieves. Matt was waiting at a remote section of the route, having placed sandbags on the tracks. The conductor seeing those in the distance would stop the train in time so as not to crash. Ben and Luke would exit with a young male they’d taken away in handcuffs, Matt would be waiting with their horses. They’d ride off and lay low until their next robbery.

The Rooney Brothers most heinous exploits were never shared with the public, this was too disturbing, there was pity for the victims and the belief that they shouldn’t be shamed further. Young male passengers and young male railroad employees told horrifying tales of being forced to commit unspeakable depraved acts on the brothers during days of their lusty captivity before they were let loose, they were just glad to be alive; the brothers moved on. Most upsetting was the permanent reminder of their degradation, all the young men had been branded on their right ass cheek with an ‘R.’      

Their latest robbery went as planned. The two security guards threw their guns down, not wanting to get shot. Ben and Luke bustled through the first-class section, bursting into sleeping compartments, showing off their pistols to the well-heeled passengers who handed over their valuables. They crashed into the dining car and got more loot from those having breakfast.

“Boy, hand over that pocket watch and your wallet” roared Ben.

William, who was sitting at a table with his coffee and pancakes, shakily undid his gold pocket watch, fished for his wallet and handed them to Ben. Their eyes locked. The frightened William took in the sight of the tall thief in his jeans and black leather chaps which framed the obscene mound in the button fly crotch in the front of the tattered blue denim. Ben took in the sight of a sweet looking blond blue-eyed teenaged boy.

“Get up, boy” growled Ben in a twang, “Cuff him, Luke.” Luke took out a pair of handcuffs and grabbed the standing William’s arms, put them behind his back and cuffed him.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!”

Carrying saddle bags of bounty, they hustled William down the hallway of the train, then exited. Matt was there with their horses.

They rode for hours, then they headed up a trail to a secluded patch of land dotted with boulders. “We’ll camp out here” said Ben. The cuffed William sat on a rock as the three brothers set up a tent, and then made a campfire. The three brothers took of all their clothes. They were nude, their young tight lean bodies were hairy, on their torsos were knife and bullet scars. Each brother had a large uncut dick framed by a bush of dark hair, below were their swaying heavy and hairy balls. Like the twins themselves, their dicks were identical.

"Boy, what’s your name?” said Ben as he unlocked William’s handcuffs.

“William Anderson.”

“Well Billy, I’m Ben, and this here are my brothers Luke and Matt, there hard to tell apart” laughed Ben. “Get out of that fancy suit, Billy.” The trembling William slowly undressed. “Your drawers, too!” The blushing William took off his white undershirt and then his baggy white underwear.

“Billy boy is mighty excited!” drawled Luke who was now holding a whip. Indeed, William’s fine young uncut dick jutted forward, ramrod hard, his bush was blond, and his virile balls bounced around.

“Damn! That’s a great ass!” yelled Matt. William’s ass was a sight to these men who were used to the pleasures of boy ass. It was two magnificent globes of creamy pale firm young flesh. The enticing crack was dotted by wisps of blond hair. From experience, the brothers could see that it was an ass that had never been fucked.

“Get on your knees Billy, then take turns sucking our dicks” said Ben in his deep voice. “Get going Billy, or Luke will give you a whipping till you do.”

William got on his knees; he was not an innocent virgin, he was a man of the world. On his family’s cattle ranch, he’d seen bulls fucking cows plenty of times. On his 16th birthday, his father took him to Miss Betty’s, Dallas’ leading whorehouse. A pretty girl introduced him to the joys of getting his dick sucked and of fucking a woman. He father had an account at Miss Betty’s and William went back many times. In barns on the family compound, he’d seen ranch hands sucking other ranch hands’ dicks and them fucking another guy up the ass. No one ever talked out loud about such things, but everyone knew what went on among fruits as such men were called.

“Sometimes son, a man is licked. There’s no two ways about it, a man just has to accept what’s coming, get through it, and move on from it” had been one of his father’s wise observations.

William looked up at his tormentors with their big hard dicks in front of his face. Refusing to do what they wanted meant he’d be whipped badly; they were going to get what they wanted from him anyway. He’d get through this and move on. He opened his mouth as wide as he could. He took in the grinning Ben’s dick. William thought of the way whores had slobbered on his knob and of the ranch hands on their knees happily sucking on a dick. He swirled his tongue on bulbous head of Ben’s dick. He tasted the salty hot juice it oozed, he had no mind to be repulsed, he was keen on satisfying his abductors. William licked all over the thick sweaty and smelly log, he gagged and choked as he took it all the way down his throat like whores and fruits did. Having a dick down his throat was strange sensation, it wasn’t so terrible. He remembered to lick and suckle Ben’s hairy ball sack like the whores had done to his.

“Damn! Looky here! This spoiled brat didn’t need a whipping! He just took to dicksucking like a fucking whore!” guffawed Luke.

“I saw him eyeing me, and knew he was the one for us” laughed Ben, “He sure knows how to use that purdy mouth.”

William now took his mouth of Ben’s dick, he took in Luke’s and gave it and his balls a thorough polishing and sucking with his mouth, lips and tongue. Then he went on to Matt’s. He alternated between the three brothers, feeling their dicks get more swollen from his sucking.

“That’s enough, Billy” said Ben, “Go over to that rock and bend over it.”

Of course, thought William, that would be part of their plan, he’d get through it.

“Ever take it up the ass?” asked Ben.

“NEVER!” cried William. "Please! No! My father is a rich man. He'll wire you money! Please! NOT THAT!"

“Ah, we got plenty of money, what you got here is priceless!" snarled Ben to the bent over William, as he slathered big rock-hard dick with lard from a tin, “I’m going to have the honor and the pleasure of breaking you in. I ain’t going lie, it’s going to hurt like hell, but then you’ll get used to it and get to like it, like all the other ones do. Here” he said putting a whiskey bottle to William’s lips, he chugged some down. He greased up William’s asshole and put the tip of his dick to the lips of William’s asshole.

“Jesus fucking Christ! This bitch is so goddam tight!” roared Ben as he felt William’s insides part to take his dick as he slowly penetrated William. William was teary eyed and yelling from the pain of having his ass split open for the first time, thankfully the whisky had gone to his head. Ben’s dick was all the way in William’s chute. Ben slowly withdrew it, then put it back in a little faster. Soon, he developed a steady rhythm of thrusting his dick, he was fucking William against the rock, he was groaning and grunting. William was sobbing as he now got fucked hard by Ben. The sobs of pain soon turned to sobs of delight, William had never experienced anything that felt so great as getting his innards stretched out by another man’s dick. His own dick had never been so hard, it had never spasmed with such intensity before, it had never shot of such blasts of seed, landing on the rock below his waist. He shuddered from this unimagined pleasure. Ben kept fucking him and hollering, and soon William felt his nether regions being flooded with rushes of Ben’s warm thick seed. His ass felt the sliding sensation of Ben pulling his dick out of it.

“My turn!” hollered Luke who shoved his dick straight into William. Luke fucked away at William, who was acclimating himself to be used by men and learning to enjoy it. He soon felt Luke shooting off his seed inside him. Then, Matt took his turn. The three brothers jumped into the nearby stream to cleanse themselves. William struggled to walk to the stream, then jumped in. The cool water felt so good against his throbbing ravaged ass and insides. The sun was setting.

The nude young men grilled hunks of beef on sticks over the campfire, they ate that along with a skillet of beans. They rolled cigarettes, smoked them and passed around a whiskey bottle. William coughed as he smoked his first cigarette, guzzled more whiskey and passed the bottle back to the brothers.

“No Billy, finish up the bottle, you’re going to need it” said Ben, holding a small, short iron poker with an ‘R’ on the end, he put it in the campfire. When the metal was red hot, Luke and Matt helped up the drunken William and bent him over the rock he had been raped on.

“Billy, no matter how old you live to be, or where you end up in life, until the day you die, you’ll never forget that we fucked your ass” said Ben.

William screamed in agony as he felt the hot metal placed against his right ass cheek for a few seconds.

“There, there” said Ben as he rubbed a gob of butter on the small area of William’s branded flesh. “This is already healing nicely; you’ll be good as new in no time.”

Luke and Matt shuffled William into the tent. They all lay down on the blanket nude. William was next to Ben on one side, and Luke and Matt were on the other side of him. The brothers all fell asleep, William passed out.

William woke up the next morning groggy, there he was next to the snoring brothers. It wasn’t a nightmare; he really had been taken captive and cornholed. His ass was sore inside and his seared flesh stung. He lay staring at the tent’s ceiling.

“Good morning, Billy” laughed the awake Ben, “Rise and shine!” he yelled at his brothers. The young men all walked out of the tent to the bushes, and each took a long piss.

“Billy, we all got morning wood” said Ben, “Take care of us.”

William got on his knees and began sucking the brothers’ dicks, while jerking his own hard dick, he was excited. One by one, the brothers’ dicks shot off a load of warm salty spunk, which William chugged down his throat, it didn’t taste so bad. William jerked his dick off, the spunk shot it the air, landing on the grass.

The nude young men sat around the campfire drinking coffee, eating biscuits and then smoking hand rolled cigarettes. They got dressed, Ben gave William a pair of jeans, a plaid shirt and an extra Stetson hat to wear, his fancy blue suit was left behind. They rode their horses rode till nightfall. William again held on to Ben’s waist as he sat on the saddle behind him, his dick strained in his jeans as he held his man. In the space of a few hours, William had changed. He felt such camaraderie with these low-class thieves who had violated his mouth and ass with their dicks. These four young men had a profound bond.

They set up camp at night, they ate dinner around the campfire, drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes. They went into the tent and took their clothes off. William eagerly sucked the brothers’ dicks. “Lay on your back and spread your legs” said Ben. William did as commanded. Ben greased up his dick with lard and fucked William on his back. It was a passionate sweaty fuck for both young men. William wailed with joy, then howled as his dick shot off jism from getting fucked that it the tent's roof. Luke and Matt then took turns on William’s ass with their dicks. They all blissfully passed out. In the morning, William sucked off the brothers. After breakfast, they bathed in a stream, got dressed and rode off. So, it went for five days, riding and fucking.

“Billy, here’s how it is” said Ben, one morning after William had sucked him, Matt and Luke off, “That was our last train robbery, we got enough money to last for quite a while. No sense in our keeping on at it, we’d get caught or killed sooner or later. We got ourselves a little place in Mexico, that’s where were heading. We been talking, we could drop you off at the next town, so you could go back home, or you could come and live with us. It’s up to you.”

Fuck Harvard! Fuck the life that was all planned out for him! 18-year-old William was overjoyed at the prospect of living forever with the Rooney Brothers and getting their dicks all the time.

“I want to go with you!”

“We’re all mighty happy to hear that” said Ben patting William’s ass.

They rode into Mexico, outside of Vera Cruz, to the Rooney Brothers’ small one-room house set on five acres near a stream for bathing. The train robbery bounty was placed under the floorboards. Life was simple, they ate meals that William cooked, drank, smoked and fucked.

“We ain’t much for reading” said Ben, “These were in the house when we bought it” indicating a shelf with the complete works of Charles Dickens. “I remember back when were in school the teacher reading from these, it sure was exciting.” So, every afternoon after lunch, William read aloud to the brothers beginning with David Copperfield .

Saturdays were thrilling. They rode into Vera Cruz, they had dinner and tequila at the cantina. A Mariachi band played, there were dance shows. Then they went to the saloon, drank and played poker. The brothers often won. They’d get a room in the hotel and stay overnight, then head back home in the afternoon. It such a happy time, the four young men enjoyed each other’s company as well as William’s dicksucking and assfucking him every night.

At the saloon one Saturday night, the brothers were playing poker with the handsome 24-year-old Javier Mercado, a colonel in the Mexican army. He was medium height, muscular and exotically handsome. The pot was big, the brothers folded one by one.

“Gringos” said Javier smiling and in slightly accented English, “You can keep the pot, if you give me your maricon for the night instead.”

William who was sitting near the poker table, blushed, got jittery and swigged another shot of tequila.

“Well, Colonel Mercado, you got yourself a deal!” roared Ben, scooping up the money in the center of the table into a sack. “Billy, go give Colonel Mercado a good time!”

William nervously stood and looked at the now standing officer. He looked so strong in his uniform which he filled out the crotch of. The grinning officer groped William’s ass in his jeans to catcalls from the brothers. William followed the colonel upstairs; they went into his room.

 Javier poured out tequila shots, they sipped while sitting on a couch.

“Gringo, you are so beautiful” said Javier as he bent his head to kiss William. William was shocked at feeling the officer’s wet large tongue meshing with his own and his lips on his. William had never been kissed by a man before. He sucked the brothers’ dicks and they fucked him, sure, but there was no fruity stuff like kissing. William smelled the tequila on Javier’s breath, it was feeling Javier’s stubble brush against his face that really made William tingle. They continued kissing passionately, until Javier put his hand around William’s neck, William knew what was expected of him and sunk to the floor.

He took off the reclining officer’s boots and socks, undid the officer’s belt, pulled down his uniform trousers and tugged off his underwear. William was stunned at the sight of the colonel’s enormous manhood. It was the biggest dick he had ever seen and the most perfect. It was a thick long column of light brown uncut man flesh. The huge hairy balls were like that of one the bulls on his family’s cattle ranch.

William was on his knees in between the officer’s outstretched legs. He peeled back the foreskin, opened his mouth, hollowed it and slowly took in the officer’s hog. He got it in all the way to the base, then he licked it all over, doing a detailed job on the flared ridged head and its underside, the juice was warm and salty.

“Oh!” sighed Javier as he smoked a cigar and sipped more tequila, “Beautiful blond gringo maricons are the best putas! My father paid for one to be with me at the military academy, I fucked him every night for years.”

Javier luxuriated in the sight of William’s handsome face stuffed with his dick and his lips, lounge and mouth in overdrive working on his pole. He undid his uniform jacket and shirt, tossing them.

“Get undressed gringo.”

William stopped sucking Javier’s dick, stood and took his clothes off.

“Turn around.”

“Muy bonito!” laughed Javier. “You really are those brothers’ maricon!” He said seeing William’s branded ass cheek.

Javier pulled William to the bed. Javier sat against the pillows; his legs were outstretched. His grande dick was moist with his spunk and William’s saliva. He slathered his dick with lard. “Turn around, sit on it, ride my pinga” said Javier in his deep masculine voice.

William stood on the bed, then slowly begin to sit on the officer’s big hard dick. William was taken aback by the wall mirror across from the bed. He could see his white asshole with the Javier’s brown dick at the crack. He watched in amazement as his white asshole begin stretching around that brown dick which looked even bigger in the mirror. He winced as he felt his insides splitting open to take in Javier. William was sitting on Javier’s dick. He rode it, fucking himself. It was the greatest pleasure William had ever experienced. Javier began thrusting his hips, taking over control of the fuck. His hands caressed William’s pecs, he bent his head and kissed William on the mouth as he fucked him. William saw all this in the mirror. It soon got to be too much, his rock-hard dick erupted, his jism flew through the hair splattering the mirror. Javier kept fucking him until he hollered a bunch of Spanish words. William felt blasts of hot Mexican spunk gushing deep inside him. Javier slowly withdrew his dick out of William.

They cleaned themselves up, the still nude Javier poured more tequila, they shared a cigar. William puts his clothes back on. Javier reached into his uniform trousers, he handed William a $20 bill and kissed him.

William limped to the Rooney Brothers’ room. They were nude, drinking tequila and smoking cigarettes.

“Well! Don’t he look like a well-fucked whore!”

“He’s dang near glowing from taking that Mexican’s dick!”

“Tell us all about your soldier!”

Were some of the remarks made by the aroused brothers before William sucked them and they fucked him as the sun came up. Always on track to make a buck, the brothers now whored out William to other Mexican army officers during their Saturday night poker excursions at the saloon.

One night, they were all in bed at the house. Luke and Matt were laying on either side of William, who was his back. He was in the center with his legs raised as Ben was fucking him. It was their usual round of carnal pleasure.

It all happened so fast. A shot rang out. William was looking up at Ben who was fucking him, Ben now had a hole in his forehead, blood gushed out before he collapsed on top of William. Two more shots rang out, each hit Luke and Matt on their foreheads, they lay against the headboard with blood gushing out of their heads. The blood-splattered William was frozen with fear amidst the brothers’ dead bodies on the bloody white sheet.

“Don’t worry boy, I’m not going to shoot you. I’m here to bring you back to your daddy” said the craggy man who was in his early 20’s. He walked over and spat on each one of the dead brothers. “These sons of bitches grabbed me off a train six months ago, I was sitting next to my wife and one-year-old son. You know what they did to me. I read in the newspaper that your daddy was offering a $10,000 reward for your return, no questions asked. I figured I’d get that, and vengeance, I been trailing you all for months. Where’s their money? They got no use for it now.”

“Under the floorboards, there.”

The man opened the area and carried saddlebags of loot and tied it to the two horses outside. William got dressed in jeans, boots, a plaid shirt and a Stetson and went outside. From the doorway, he saw the man pick up an oil lamp and hurl it on the floor. Flames spread out through the house. As William and the man rode away, the house, the Rooney Brothers, Charles Dickens, and a way of life were obliterated by fire.

They stopped in Vera Cruz and went to the cantina for dinner.

“I’m David Thornton” said the man, drinking another tequila, “I was a schoolteacher, now I’m going take my wife and son to see Europe! Then, I’m going to go New York and go into business! Good things can come out of bad things!”

They got a single room at the hotel. Thornton stripped out of his clothes, he a lean wiry build.

“See!” he roared turning around, there was his right ass cheek branded with an ‘R.’ His back was covered in scars from having been whipped. “I fought those bastards as best I could, they still had their way with me over three days. You don’t have a mark on you, and you were so lovey dovey in bed with them. Ain’t my business what went on with you all, but I reckon I don’t need to go to the whorehouse tonight, do I?” grinned Thornton as he jacked his nice-sized uncut dick. It wasn’t as big as the Rooney Brothers’, but it would do, thought William as he got on his knees and sucked it. Then he took his clothes off, got on his hands and knees on the bed, presenting his branded ass to Thornton. He spat on his dick and began fucking William from behind. It wasn’t the communal lust he had with the brothers, it was a brutal onslaught, as if Thornton was taking twisted retribution for his own rape. Still, William was aroused by the physical and mental situation. His hard dick soon spurted off on the bed, he felt Thornton’s dick explode its geyser of spunk in his insides. They passed out.

They rode for a few days and then took the train to Dallas.

“Thank you Mr. Thornton and good luck to you” said Daniel Anderson in his study handing Thornton stacks of hundred dollars bills. Thornton left.

“Son, you’re back home in one piece and you seem like a real man now” said Mr. Anderson taking in the sight of his sunburned son in jeans, a red plaid shirt, muddy boots and a Stetson. “What’s done is done and will never be spoken of” he said pouring two crystal glasses of whiskey. Father and son, each lit up a cigar and sat at Mr. Anderson’s desk.

“Nothing has changed. You will go to Harvard, you’re in time for the spring semester, you’ll spend the summer with tutors making up the fall semester’s work. You will graduate on schedule, then two years of law school, after graduation you and Charlotte will have the greatest wedding Dallas has ever seen! In 1900, you will be elected to Congress. The future is still on track! Goodnight, son.”

“Goodnight, father.” William went upstairs to his room.

“Dan! What the hell?!” yelled William

His 22-year-old elder brother, the sinewy, tough looking brown-haired Daniel Anderson Jr., was standing there nude.

Mr. Anderson’s plans for his elder son had been quite different. Dan was taken out of school at the age of 12 and put to work on the ranch to learn the business from the bottom up. He would one day succeed his father as the most ruthless cattle baron in Texas. He’d been married off to another rancher’s daughter, he had one son already and another on the way.

“The old man don’t want to think about where you been and what you been doing, best let sleeping dogs lie. I reckon I have some idea” laughed Dan. “All the other fellas that gang cornholed found their way back. Not you, no siree. You were with them in Mexico, happy as a pig in shit. Mr. Thornton was mighty talkative before he went on his way with $10,000 of family money. I figure, you got a taste for this now” said Dan stroking his big fat hard uncut dick and tugging his hairy ball sack. “I’m happy to oblige you, it’s best this way. Since you been broken in, you’re going to get those urges and could get yourself in trouble chasing after dick. Nah, will keep this just between us, we’ll both get what we want.”

William sank to his knees and with his Stetson hat still on, he began sucking his brother’s dick.

“Hot damn!” exclaimed Dan, “You’re as good as any of Miss Betty’s whores! Those brothers made sure real fruit out of you! I’m set to fuck!”

William took his mouth off his brother’s dick and undressed.

"There it is!” said Dan touching William’s branded ass cheek. “ Just like one of our cows! Billy, I got this from the kitchen” he said indicating a jar of lard, “I want you to be nice and comfortable, how do you like taking it?”

“On my back” said William, getting in the bed and spreading his legs. Dan greased up his dick and William’s ass. Dan was quite a cocksman, his fucking brought them both to ecstasy. Dan put on a robe.

“I reckon you’re tired out from traveling and all else, goodnight Billy.”

“Good night, Dan.” 

Dan left, and went back to the room he slept in with his wife.

William slept soundly.