MEN, MUSCLE, and MAYHEM (14 page)

Lasso reached up and patted Montgomery, the only thing he loved more than himself, and his horse neighed appreciatively.

“I’ll walk you the rest of the way, old girl.”

Lasso stood up, placed his canteen back in the bag hanging behind his saddle, and grabbed Montgomery’s reins.

He walked a few miles before stopping to strip off his shirt, revealing his hairy muscular physique, built from years of ranch work and roping cattle.

After about an hour, Lasso spotted what looked to be the beginnings of a town, if one could call it that – just a strip of buildings on a dirt road, maybe ten if that many. He stopped and put his shirt back on before going any further as he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself being so good-looking and all.

As he approached the outskirts of this town, he saw a sign that said, “Welcome to Nemtoh, Arizona, Population 69.”

“I guess this is it, Montgomery. Now let’s see about getting you some new shoes.”

Montgomery answered with an affirmative neigh.

As he walked down the main street – the only street – in Nemtoh, Lasso noticed only a few people, all men actually, walking around. And, all of them, though handsome, every one of them, looked at him with suspicion. He spotted a young blond guy, tall, strapping and looking especially clean for someone in a town like this.

“Excuse me, mister,” Lasso called out.

“Yes,” the blond answered as he pushed up his hat.

“Is there a blacksmith in this town?”

“What’s your name?” the blond asked.

“Name’s Lasso, is there a blacksmith?”

“What brings you to Nemtoh?” the blond asked without answering the initial question, and this was beginning to piss Lasso off.

“Look, I’m not here to start trouble. I’m on my way to work at a ranch fifty miles west of here, and my horse needs new shoes.”

“What ranch?” the blond asked insistently.

“Jeez, man, what’s your problem? Is this some kind of private community? Fuck it! I’ll just let my horse suffer until I find the next town.” And, Lasso turned his horse around and started to walk back to the main trail.

“Wait a minute, Lasso,” the blond called out. “It’s just that we’re a quiet town, and we like to know who’s coming through.”

Lasso stopped and turned around. He hesitated before speaking, “So, what are you? The goddamn marshal or something?”

“Actually, I’m the mayor, Mayor Bottumzup.”

Lasso smiled and stifled a giggle, “Did you say bottom’s up?”

“Bottumzup, and I’ve heard them all. I don’t want to see your horse suffer … the blacksmith is over there,” Bottumzup said, pointing to a building across the street. “His name is Tlem.”

“Tlem? Thanks,” Lasso said as he walked Montgomery over to where the mayor pointed.

“If you need to stay the night, we have a hotel over there,” the mayor said pointing to another building with a sign out front that read, “Hothole Hotel – No Women Allowed.”

“Thanks,” Lasso answered as he continued toward the blacksmith’s building then stopped to read the hotel sign again to be sure he saw what he thought he saw. He did. He pushed his cowboy hat up and shook his head, wondering what kind of town he had stumbled upon.

Lasso entered the blacksmith’s building slowly and looked around before spotting a very tall, muscular black man, wearing no shirt, a leather apron and those new-fangled dungarees or blue jeans as they called them in California.

“Are you Tlem?” Lasso called out.

The man turned around, and Lasso got a good look at his face, which was very handsome, with a strong jaw and equally full lips like Lasso’s, but the blacksmith’s muscular torso was devoid of hair, although glistening with sweat, and Lasso felt a stream of precum drip out of his cock and down his left leg.

“Name’s Lasso,” he said as he reached out to shake the man’s hand, “Montgomery here needs a new set of shoes. How long will that take?”

The blacksmith shook Lasso’s hand and spoke for the first time, “Kinda backed up, I can have her ready by tomorrow morning.”

Lasso pulled out his watch. It was getting pretty late, and he wasn’t about to make it to his new job before tomorrow anyway. “Sounds good. I guess I’ll stay at that hotel tonight. Should I pay you now or tomorrow?”

“I like to be paid when I’m done,” Tlem said then he took Montgomery’s reigns and led her to a stall where he had water and hay ready for her to enjoy. “See you in the morning, Lasso.”

Lasso took one more long look at the blacksmith before heading over to the Hothole Hotel to make sure the sight was etched into his memory.

For a very small town, the Hothole was quite a fancy hotel. But, Lasso figured that they were the only place to stay in these parts as the railroad hadn’t even made it this far. The manager was another handsome Nemtoh citizen, albeit a bit older than the others he saw outside. There were a few patrons at the bar, all looking a little too clean for life in the Arizona Territory, but Lasso didn’t mind as he had seen enough filthy men since heading west a few months ago.

“How many nights will you be staying, Mr. Lasso?”

“Just the one. Gotta head out to a job on a ranch tomorrow,” Lasso answered.

“Very good, sir. That will be three dollars.”

Lasso handed three silver dollars to the manager thinking the price a bit steep, but didn’t complain.

“Would you be needing a bath? We can launder your clothes also.”

Lasso was puzzled, bath, laundry, who heard of such a thing out here? He pretty much gave up on bathtubs since leaving Virginia using ponds and streams to wash up and launder his clothes. “Yeah, that would be good. Pretty clean town you have here.”

“Well, Mr. Lasso, just because this is a small town in the Arizona Territory doesn’t mean we have to live like Barbarians,” the manager said with a wink.

The manager handed Lasso his room key and told him someone would be up to take him to the washroom within the hour.

Lasso didn’t realize how tired he was. No sooner had he entered the room, stripped off all his clothes and climbed onto the bed that he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He was awakened by the sound of someone in his room. As he opened his eyes, he saw what looked to be a young man, who seemed to be a hotel employee.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, sir. I was just returning your laundry.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“About three hours, sir. You may take your bath now. The washroom is down the hall on the right, and I have filled your tub with hot water. Here is a towel for you,” and the young man handed him the softest towel he ever felt.

Lasso climbed out of the bed and wrapped the towel around him, noticing the young man stealing a peek. He exited the room and walked down the hall and located a room marked ‘Wash Room.’ He opened the door, and there were two tubs in the room, which was decorated as nicely as the lobby, with a wood stove for heating water and nice curtains over the windows. One tub was occupied, so Lasso closed the door behind him and walked toward the empty tub. As he looked over at the other tub, he saw that Tlem was relaxing in the sudsy water.

Tlem opened his eyes and saw Lasso standing there wearing nothing but a towel.

“You finished with Montgomery already?” Lasso asked.

“Yep, that’ll be three dollars.”

“No pockets here, I’ll pay you after my bath,” Lasso told him as he looked over the blacksmith’s upper torso and felt his cock start to swell.

“So why do they call you Lasso?” Tlem asked, looking at Lasso as if he were a meal for the tasting.

Lasso removed his towel revealing his slightly swelling uncut cock, whose foreskin barely concealed the large head, which was already reaching nine inches and still had at least two to go. “That’s why.”

Tlem licked his lips and said, “Impressive.”

Lasso climbed into the tub hoping the water would calm him down. “Why do they call you Tlem?”

Tlem looked over at Lasso, then he stood up and revealed a hefty cock that matched Lasso’s in length and girth, but was getting harder by the second. Lasso looked at the muscular blacksmith with his large, hard black cock pointing at him and tried to act nonchalant, although he had been hungry for a big piece of meat for days.

“Beautiful, but what does Tlem have to do with that?”

“Three-legged man was my nickname on the plantation. When they granted me my freedom, I chose the name Tlem.”

The blacksmith then walked over to Lasso’s tub and leaned down next to him, looking him right in the eyes. Without saying another word, he placed his calloused hand behind Lasso’s head and pulled him in for a long hard kiss, and Lasso thought he would shoot his load right there as his big dick reached its full eleven inches in seconds.

With his other hand, Tlem reached into the tub and grabbed the hard member and started to stroke it without losing his mouth’s grip on Lasso’s. The ranch-hand reached under Tlem and grabbed his hard eleven inches and matched him stroke for stroke. They kept this up for quite a while without releasing their mouths, moaning and breathing hard, and slurping …

“I’m gonna blow, if you keep that up,” Tlem said, finally releasing Lasso’s mouth.

“Me, too,” Lasso answered.

With that, Tlem stood up walked around, so he was behind Lasso’s head and leaned down so his cock aimed at the ranch-hand’s mouth and continued leaning over until Lasso’s cock was aiming for his. Both men needed no instruction as they each began to feast on the other’s enormous meat, and it was not long before they both fed each other huge loads of ranch-hand and blacksmith cum.

Finally, releasing Lasso’s cock, Tlem said, “For that, I’ll give you a discount on the shoes.”

“That was all I had to do for a discount?” Lasso asked smiling and looking up at this beautiful blacksmith.

“I’ll let you have them for free if you do me one other favor.”

“What’s that?” Lasso asked.

“My horse, York, needs some release, too, and he kinda took a liking to Montgomery. Let him have his fun …”

“Wait, I can’t have a pregnant horse while working on the ranch …” Lasso protested.

“Let me finish,” Tlem interrupted. “I own a ranch just outside of town. You come work for me, and I’ll pay you whatever you were supposed to get where you’re going.”

“Why should I do that?” Lasso asked.

“Because nowhere else in the Arizona territory are you gonna find a town full of men who like doing what we just did, and you can live in my house and do it with me all the time,” Tlem said with a wink.

Lasso didn’t need any more persuasion and agreed to Tlem’s terms, and both he and Montgomery ended up happy in their new home …

… and if this were a movie, the next scene would have them riding off into the sunset – naked.

THE AFTER-WORKOUT

Bobby always worked out at 5:00 am, walking from his home in Columbia Heights in Washington, DC, down 16th Street, to Results the Gym on U Street, in the dark, early morning hours six days a week. His friends worried that he would get mugged one day, but Bobby wasn’t worried. Even though he was only five-foot-five, he weighed in at almost 170 pounds, and all of that was solid muscle. Some joked that at least twenty of it was cock as Bobby was known for his endowment, which would make a horse envious. This was another reason he chose to work out so early. Results had open showers, and Bobby grew tired of all the stares he would get while showering since his dick hung at least to mid-thigh even under the coldest spray. When he was done working out around 6:00 am, he was usually the only one in the shower, which suited him just fine.

This particular morning, Bobby was shampooing his hair after a grueling chest workout when he heard a showerhead being turned on, then another. Great, he thought to himself, more gawkers. Bobby turned around, so his back was to the wall as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, and when he opened his eyes, he almost gasped at what he saw. He blinked twice to be sure he was not hallucinating. Standing across from him, using adjacent showers were identical twins, and these were no ordinary twins. They were blond, blue-eyed Adonises, over six-feet tall, with god-like physiques and hanging between their legs were the largest dicks Bobby had ever seen soft, with the exception of his own of course.

The twins pretty much ignored Bobby as they soaped up and rinsed off. Bobby decided to do the same, but he had to face the wall, for staring at the twins would surely cause his cock to swell, and there would be no hiding
his
hard-on. The three men finished showering at the same time, dried off and made their way to their lockers to get dressed. Bobby finished dressing first, and after deciding against introducing himself, he left the gym and proceeded to walk back home up 16th Street.

As he crossed Florida Avenue, Bobby noticed a car across the street that was moving in the same direction he was but rather slowly. He thought nothing of it, figuring it was probably one of the newspaper delivery drivers making his early rounds.

He walked just a few yards more when the car sped up, then made a sudden tire-squealing U-turn and stopped in front of Bobby. Before he could react, the passenger side door opened, and a man grabbed Bobby, placed a hand with a handkerchief over his mouth and threw him into the back seat of the car. Then, the car sped off.

Bobby blinked open his eyes and did not know where he was or how long he had been there. He tried to say something, but he had a ball gag in his mouth, and when he looked down, he saw that he was naked and strapped to a table on his back. He looked around the room and noticed it was a basement with little to no furniture that he could see from his vantage point. He started to panic and hyperventilate just as one of his captors entered the room.

It was one of the twins from the gym, and he was now standing over Bobby wearing nothing but a pair of lederhosen. The Adonis noticed Bobby was hyperventilating, so he removed the ball gag and put a paper bag over Bobby’s mouth. Bobby breathed into the bag, and his captor kept the bag there until his breathing calmed down.

Once the bag was removed, Bobby started shouting, “Where am I? Who are you? What are you doing with me?”