The Tanner Gang

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

All characters are 18 or older. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only.

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Me and pa lived alone on the the ranch. I call it a ranch, but we only got ten acres. I turned 18 that spring of 1879. I was changing in all sorts of ways. My voice got a lot deeper now that I was older. 

My pecker was also getting stiff 4 or 5 times a day for no good reason. Times when my pecker got hard, I went out to the barn and played with it. It really felt good, especially when my seed would come out. My whole body shook and I groaned out loud. 

That always made me wonder if pa's pecker got stiff and if he played with it someplace. I saw pa naked a few times, when he took a bath out in the stock pond. His pecker was pretty big even if it wasn't hard. Pa had lots of hair around his pecker and nuts. Something happened that changed my whole life.

Pa and me was out raking hay when these three men rode up. The two older men pulled their guns out on me and pa and made us go into the house. They tied me and pa up in the chairs. One man was tall, had a full beard and was wearing a black duster.

"I’m Jake Tanner. We're the Tanner gang. We rob banks and stage coaches. Wanted in three states."

Jake motioned to the third man who was standing by the door. I saw he was younger looking and he didn't have any beard or a duster. 

"Make your ass useful. Get busy and fix us something to eat."

The second man standing next to Jake spoke up.

"Yeah and make some coffee."

He took off his hat and went to work in the kitchen. Jake sat down at the table next to me and pa. He rolled himself a cigarette and lit it.

"Stage is coming through Sandy Creek. Got gold on it. We're gonna be waiting for it. We're gonna be your house guests for the next few days." 

He had a nasty look on his face when he leaned toward pa.

"You don't mind that, do ya sod-buster?"

Pa shook his head no.

I heard Jake call the second man Tom and the younger one Pete. After they ate, Jake and Tom took pa down to the barn. I was untied and told to stay with Pete and clean up. I was handing Pete the dishes.

"How old are you?" 

"None of your concern. Just keep your mouth shut and bring them dishes."

After a few minutes of silence, Pete spoke. 

"18 I think. Maybe 19."

"I just turned 18 last month. How'd you become an outlaw?"

"You're awful snoopy, boy."

"I was just curious. That's all."

Pete reached in his pocket and pulled out a pouch of tobacco and rolled a
cigarette.

"My pa and Jake rode together. He got shot and killed in a holdup. Jake let me ride
with him ever since. Now shut up and clean those dishes."

I finally finished up the dishes and everything was put away. Pete was still sitting at the table, smoking his cigarette. I glanced out the window.

"Why did Jake and Tom take my pa out to the barn?"

Pete chuckled.

"Sometimes they just like to have some fun."

"What kind of fun?"

Pete grabbed me by the shirt.

"Sit your ass down in a chair and shut up! You ask too many questions."
 
I quickly sat down, because I didn't want to make him mad. Then, the worst thing happened. My pecker got real stiff. I was glad I was sitting at the table so Pete couldn't see it. Then the door flung open, Jake and Tom walked in laughing. 

"That was a nice tight ass!"

"Yeah, sure was."

Jake and Tom sat down at the table.

"We need some more coffee!"

Pete nudged me. 

"Go get some coffee for them!"

I put another log in the stove, got some cups and filled them with hot coffee. Pete leaned over to Jake.

"The boy wants to know why you took his pa out to the barn."

All three of them laughed.

"Well. Let's go to the barn and find out."

I stepped inside the barn, but I and just stood there staring. Pa was buck naked! He was blindfolded and gagged with his old bandanna. His arms was tied behind his back and he was bent over an old sawhorse we had. 

His legs was wide open and I saw his big nuts and pecker hanging down. He had been whipped, because his ass and legs was all red like. Jake walked over and slapped pa across the ass. 

"Your pa's gotta nice ass, boy. You ever fucked it?"

I quickly shook my head no and they all three laughed out loud.

"You ever seen your pa naked, boy?"

I nodded, "yes, sir. Taking a bath."

“You ever played with his cock?”

"No, sir."

"Afraid it'll bite ya?" 

They all laughed out loud again. 

"You ever milk a cow, boy?"

"Yes, sir. Many times."

Jake and Tom smiled. 

"I think it's about time your pa was milked. Reach over there between his legs. Grab his cock and start pulling it like a cows tit."

Pa's pecker was hanging down between his legs, it was already half hard. I was afraid at first to touch it, but I was more afraid of what Jake might do if I didn't. 

I took pa's pecker in my hand and began pulling it down, squeezing it just like a cows tit. It was kind of soft and warm, like a cows tit. Except it was much bigger and it was getting stiffer in my hand. Jake shouted out.

"Put some elbow grease into it, boy! We ain't got all day."

I began pulling harder and faster. Pa's nut sac was bouncing up and down with every stroke. Once again, my own pecker was getting stiff in my pants. Suddenly, I heard pa groan. His legs and his muscles tensed up. Suddenly his pecker began squirted his seed.

Jake, Tom and Pete were all whistling and clapping their hands.

"Good show! Keep milking him, boy. Pull down hard on his cock!"

I did and pa groaned even louder. Every time my hand slid over the head of his pecker, he would groan and his body would jerk. Pa's pecker began to shrink away and I stopped pulling it. I stepped back and there was still some seed dripping from it. Jake looked over at me. 

"Drop your britches, boy!"

I didn't want to, because I knew my pecker was real stiff. I didn't want anyone to see it.

"You hear me, boy?"

"Yes. Sir," 

I slowly pulling my britches down. Jake pointed at me.

"Would you look at that. His boy cock is stiff!"

I just stood there, embarrassed as all get out. My pecker was standing straight up and it was dripping.

Jake put his arm around me.

"Your pa ever suck that stiff pecker of yours?" 

"No, sir. Never!"

Tom yanked pa up from the saw horse, spun him around and made him get down on his knees.

"Time to show your boy how much you liked the milking he gave ya." 

Tom pulled the gag away from pa's mouth. 

"You're gonna suck his stiff cock like a good daddy should."

They all laughed again. They made me shove my pecker in pa's mouth. I had to stand there while he sucked on it. I never felt anything like that before. Pa's tongue kept touching the tip of my pecker and it was feeling real good. A few more licks and I squirted my seed right into his mouth.

I pulled my britches up just and I saw Pete shoving his stiff pecker into pa's mouth. 

"Try this one. It's a little bigger."

It was strange seeing pa down on his knees sucking on Pete's pecker. Pete was pinching and pulling on pa's nipples really hard. 

"I want you to swallow every drop, old man."

Seed was running past pa's lips and running down his chest. Pa's pecker looked like it was getting stiff again. Mine sure was.

That night, me and Pete slept in my room. Jake, Tom and pa slept in pa's room. Pete and I heard a lot of noise coming from pa's room. I stripped of my clothes then jumped in bed naked like I always did. Pete did the same. Me and Pete played with each others peckers for awhile, but we finally fell asleep

The next morning, me and Pete were up at the crack of dawn, cooking breakfast. Jake came out first and got a cup of coffee. Tom and pa came out later. Pa was still naked and tied up with a gag in his mouth. I saw pa’s pecker was standing out stiff. He looked at me.

"Know why your pa's cock is so hard?"

“No, sir."

"Because it needs to be milked again." 

Tom handed me a tin cup. 

"Follow me."

He led pa out on the porch and made him bend over the rail. He tied pa with his legs wide apart.

"There ya go, boy. You milk him and you catch all his milk in that cup. Then you bring me the cup. You hear?”

“Yes, sir."

Once again, I grabbed pa's pecker and started pulling and squeezing it as fast as I could. Secretly, I was really enjoying this. But, I didn't want anyone to think so. I whispered to my pa. 

"I'm sorry, pa. I got to do this. I don’t want Jake to shoot us."

I kept pulling and suddenly, pa let out a loud groan and his pecker was shooting seed again. I held his pecker down in the cup and squeezed all I could. I brought the cup inside and gave it to Tom. 

"Good, boy. Now fill it with some coffee for your pa."

Tom took the cup out to the porch and made pa drink it all. Then he took pa down to the barn. Jake called Pete to the table.

"Me and Tom are gonna check out the road the stage is coming on. The boy’s pa is tied up in the barn. You make sure he stays tied up and don’t get away. Understand?"

"Sure, Jake. You can count on me.”

Jake finished rolling a cigarette.

"You watch the boy. Make sure he don't get away either."

"I will, Jake. You can count on me."

Jake lit his cigarette and took a puff then handed it to Pete. 

"Good. I like a boy that minds."

Jake and Tom saddled up their horses and rode of north toward the old creek
road.

Pete got a deck of cards out and wanted to played poker. I didn't know how to play poker so he said he would teach me. Since neither of us didn't have any money, Pete suggested we play strip poker. 

The first one to loose all his clothes would loose the game. It goes without saying I didn't win any games. I sat there at the table, completely naked, while Pete laughed at me.

"You ever sucked anybody's  pecker?"

"No. Have you?"

"Yeah, lots of times. Mostly Jake’s and Tom’s."

I was not ready for that answer. I thought he was gonna say no.

Pete shuffled the cards and dealt them out on the table. 

"Tell ya what! We’ll play one hand and the looser sucks the other ones pecker."

I knew I was gonna lose, I should have just sucked his pecker and forgot the game. I always had a feeling down deep that Pete never played the game right. He turned over a pair of kings and I had a pair of jacks and a pair of fours.

"Damn! Okay, Stand up and I’ll suck your pecker.”

It was great all the way up to when my head rolled back and that powerful feeling shot through my whole body. I shot my seed into his mouth, but he let most of it drop out on the floor.

I think Pete knew what he was doing all along, because when he got through I wanted to see what it was like to suck a stiff pecker. He dropped his britches and I let it slip into my mouth.

It was warm and very stiff. Pete held my head and was bucking his hips in and out. I was sucking along just fine and I liked the feel of his nuts in my hand. Suddenly, my mouth was full with his seed. Pete grabbed my head and held my face tight against his crotch.

It was the first time I ever tasted a man’s seed. I never even tasted my own when I jerked off. I agreed with Pete, it just had a salty taste. Pete pulled his britches up. 

"You ever been fucked in the butt?" 

"No, never. That don't sound good at all."

"Remember all that noise last night from your pa's room?"

"Yeah."

"That's what Jake and Tom were doing with your pa."

I stopped and looked at him for a moment.

"Are you sure? Men fuck women with their peckers. Even I know that. They don't fuck each other. Do they?"

Pete laughed at me.

“Yeah they do, but they do it when there ain’t no women around. What do you do?”

“I go out to the barn and jerk off.” 

Pete laughed.

“It feels a whole lot better when you stick it in someone’s butt.”

The next thing I knew, we had our fingers covered in bag balm and we was poking each other in the butt. Our peckers got stiff real fast so we began poking our peckers into our butts. It was a great way to spend the afternoon. I really liked Pete, and I wished he was my brother. 

Then all of a sudden Pete jumped up. 

"Let’s go down to the barn and poke your pa’s ass."

We both were still caught up in the moment of our sexual desire, so away we went to the barn. Pa was laying face down on a pile of hay. His arms tied behind his back and a gag in his mouth. Pete grabbed him by the arms.

"Give me a hand."

I helped Pete bend him over the sawhorse. He tied pa’s feet to the legs of the horse. Pa’s pecker and his nut sac were hanging between his legs in full view. Pete stuck two of his fingers into the can of bag balm.

He slid his fingers into pa’s ass and began pushing them in and out. I was surprised by what happened. Pa’s pecker was starting to swell up. Pete pulled his fingers out and stuck his hard pecker into pa’s ass.

He was slapping pa’s ass with his hips as he pumped in and out. It didn’t take much time before he pumped his seed into pa’s ass. Pete stepped back and I saw seed dripping out of pa’s ass. 

“Try it. It’s better than you think.”

I dropped my britches and slid my hard pecker into pa’s ass. Pete was right, it was much better than using my hand. Thinking about what I was doing, was embarrassing. But, the pleasure was much better. My seed emptied into pa’s ass and what a wonderful feeling.

This time, pa’s pecker was rock hard. Pete grabbed it and started yanking. 

"Come on old man! Let's have some milk from that big cock."

Pete tossed me a belt.

“Here use it on his ass!”

I stood back and cracked pa across the ass with the belt. It felt so strange spanking pa. He has spanked me a few times, but I was only 10 when he did. Pete shouted at me.

"That's great! Keep it up! He's squirting now!"

I looked down in time to see the long strings of seed coming out of pa’s pecker. Pa's legs and ass were quivering all the time Pete was yanking his pecker. 

By sundown, Jake and Tom had returned from their ride. They put their horses in
the barn and came up to the house with pa tagging along behind. Pete and I fixed
supper for all of us. Jake and Tom smoked cigarettes and played cards. Pa was down on his knees by the table. 

Me and Pete climbed into bed. His body heat felt real good. I heard those noises
coming from pa's room again, but this time I knew what was going on. Jake and Tom were fucking pa. I didn't care because Pete was under the covers licking my nuts and sucking on my pecker.

The next morning, Jake gave me a tin cup and told me to go milk pa again. Pa was
bent over the porch rail. I pulled his pecker, waiting for him to spill his seed in the cup. I gave it to Tom, he filled it with coffee and made pa drink it.

Tom walked up to me.

"Your pa needs milking at least twice a day, boy. You better see that gets done, you hear?”

"Yes, sir."

After breakfast, the three of them mounted up. I was on the porch when Jake rode up to me.

"You know how to tell time, boy?"

"Yes, sir. I got a pocket watch."

"Your pa is tied up in the barn. You don't untie him until three o'clock. You understand?"

“Yes, sir. Three o’clock."

"If anyone comes here and asks about us. You better say you never seen us. otherwise we'll come back! You don't want us to do that. Do you, boy."

"NO, sir. I won’t tell nobody.”

The three of them rode off North across the flat and into the hills. I looked at my watch. Eight o'clock. I had a long time to go before I could untied pa. I thought about pa and when he was sucking my pecker and it made me hard.

I went down to the barn at three. Pa was tied to a pole in the barn. I untied him and told him they all rode away. I told him I hoped we would never see them again. Me and Pa just walked back up to the house and never said anything.

Pa seemed different to me somehow. He had a different look in his eyes. Kind of like the look of a horse after you saddle broke him. Pa never came out of his room until supper. I almost didn't recognize him with clothes on. We sat down to eat and I was the first one to talk.

"I hope you ain't mad at me pa. I mean they made me milk you. And they made
me put my pecker in your mouth. I know pa, they made you do things."

"Yeah, I know son. Some of those things make you feel good."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, so I just smiled and nodded. Pa looked over at me.

"Remember Tom told you your pa needed milking twice a day?"

I slowly nodded my head.

"Well, that was one of the things that was good."

I smiled, because I also liked doing that. I looked over at him and nodded my head. 

"I guess after supper we could go on the porch and I could milk you again."

Pa looked up from his plate. 

“Yeah. I think I would like that.”

END