The Cost of Living

Ezra felt the callused hands sweeping over his exposed torso. He twisted and groaned as a heavy weight pressed on one bruise on his chest. A rib that was cracked before and now probably broken thanks to Grist's handling. The pain made him black out briefly and when he came to, he found himself on his stomach, draped over the very boulder he tried to hide behind before. His bound fists digging into the soft flesh of his own belly.

"Last one cried no, too," Grist whispered in his ear, the heat of his body pressing across the full length of Ezra's naked back. Rough hands tugged at his drawers and Ezra shuddered as his rear was exposed to the night air. Ezra writhed, but his damn gunbelt was cinched tight around his knees.

"I cut it off, made him eat it," Grist laughed. "Was sorry though. He was pretty. But not like you." He paused, his voice growing husky. "You're beautiful." Grist sounded awed as he ran his hands across Ezra's shoulders, the shirt that he undone bunched around Ezra's wrists. Grist firmly pressed one hand between Ezra's shoulders, bending him over.

Chris' face flashed on Ezra's mind. He panicked. No. He wouldn't let this happen to him. He had fantasized Chris taking him, something he knew would never happened and resigned himself to that fact. He won't let anyone but Chris take him like that, not without his permission. No!

Something hard brushed against one buttock cheek and Ezra froze. Trembling, he felt hands parted the cheeks and a finger brushed across the puckered entrance.

"You and them fancy clothes," Grist whispered, his breathing growing harsher. "Bet you been bedded way before me. Maybe all loose in there?" With a slight push, the finger forcefully made its way past the muscle to the first knuckle.

Ezra nearly straightened from the invasion, his head shaking no. He jerked, trying to get away, but the finger delved deeper and curled inside like a hook, rubbing, twisting until it brushed across something. Ezra shuddered. His cock twitched. What was happening to him?

"Like that, didn't ya?" Grist laughed softly. The hand on Ezra's shoulders now drifted to the hips. He felt the quiver as he rubbed at the secret nub inside over and over. The boy trembled even as his pale cock filled. Grist's other hand, or at least his finger, twisted in the tight hole. The boy writhed and it was so tempting to take him right now but it had been so long, Grist wanted to savor it. He groaned, thinking how it would feel around his cock instead. "Ya all tight. Maybe you a virgin after all, boy?" He salivated at the thought.

Ezra didn’t answer. He gritted his teeth through the gag as another finger joined the first, now scissoring inside him. Burning. Hurt. He didn't know it could hurt like that.

Grist hummed to himself as he rose higher on his knees, three fingers deep inside now. He watched that muscular yet slim body twist around his hand. The boy was waiting for him. He could feel the body vibrate around his hand, even thrusting as the fourth entered. Grist gripped the boy's cock and pumped it. It swelled in his grimy fist and the fancy dresser thrashed, mumbling around his gag. Yes, those weren't cries of pain. They were cries of want. Grist felt his cock twitch, hardening in his pants. Oh, that ass was going to be sweet around his dick. He could hear Clemens' breathing quicken in the dark.

"Hot damn, Grist. Hurry the fuck up, will ya? Or me's and Roger gonna go first before ya."

Grist snarled at the night and Clemens squeaked. No one was touching his boy before he had his way. No one! He loomed over the bare buttocks, hearing the cries quicken. He pulled his hand out and heard a sob. Disappointment. His smile grew. He wouldn't disappoint the boy any longer. One hand pressing soothingly over the buttocks, Grist undid his belt and his trousers. Gently, like he would a babe calf, he pulled out his aching, stiff cock.

Ezra screamed around his gag as he felt something bigger than those fingers press at his hole. He had felt a burning when the fingers left him and he'd begged that would be the end of that. But he heard Clemens' lust roughened voice and then Grist's body heat leaving as if he was done. Ezra sobbed, thinking it was over when he felt something pressed against him, something pushing past the muscle, burning, so big, oh God. Too big!

"Chris!" Ezra cried out as he felt the stiff rod inch deeper inside him. He was being split into two. It was the only explanation for the agonizing pain burning through him. Something pulsated inside him, deep inside a place he wouldn't allow anyone including himself to go near. He cried out again as he felt that hot poker pull back then with a sudden thrust, was back in again, even deeper than before. He twisted, fought, screamed obscenities through his gag but the relentless thrusting continued, grounding him into the dirt. His cock for some reason was hard, leaking as it was rubbed roughly on the ground. No, it isn't possible that he was liking this! How could he be liking this? It hurt too much!

Ezra clenched his body to try and keep the invader out, unknowingly increasing the sensations. He realized his mistake too late when he heard Grist groaned and the pacing quickening, his rough hands on both sides of Ezra's hips, pulling him towards him as he slammed into him repeatedly.

Grist felt his balls slapping against bare skin as Standish tensed around him. The boy was catching on real quick. He groaned, jerking Standish closer to him, reveling as he felt the body twist and writhe in pleasure. He couldn't get enough. So tight. The boy was definitely new to this and desired more.

"I'll give you more," Grist groaned under his breath. He felt his balls tightened. So close. He pulled at the hips his hands curled around, doing his best to go deeper, harder, faster. He fell forward, his own back unable to hold himself up and he laid across Standish, his own hips still jerking frantically to match the pace of the struggling body beneath him. And finally, a quiver and he felt hot cum spewing from his cock, filling the boy. He heard Standish cry out in denial, his words audible even with the gag. Grist frowned. No? He nodded to himself, his scruffy jaw scratching across the sweaty back. Boy was probably disappointed it was over. He patted him on the hip. The body twitched, anticipating.

"It ain't over yet," Grist assured him. He felt the body shudder underneath him. Grist felt no desire to move yet. He enjoyed feeling the compact body under him, heaving for air, his limp cock snug inside that hot moistness, tremors from within the body milking his cock of his cum. Better than a whore parting her legs for a dollar, he thought. Tight around him, wet after he came, wetter after they bled.

His cock stirred, blood pounding through his groin as he thought about it. He heard Standish whimper. Probably could feel his cock filling inside him again. The body tensed encouragingly around him. Yup. Standish was ready for so much more. Grist shifted as the body stiffened underneath him. He smiled, coyly moving a hand around front and found the limp cock dangling between Standish's legs. Roughly, he pulled at it, enjoying the feeling of the hot sac twitching as if it were alive. He could hear Standish moan in frustration. Soon, he vowed, increasing his pace and feeling the trapped penis grow and stiffen. In turn, his own cock inside revived. Grist could feel his cock being tugged at the same time he was jerking Standish off, like it was his own hand around his penis. And Standish, lord, how he tensed around him, teasing him, muscles squeezing his penis so tight he nearly blacked out. He hadn't felt this kind of hot tightness around him since that Watson boy. So new to his taking, screaming like he didn't want it when deep down Grist knew he did. Just like Standish. His pretty Ezra, twisting underneath him, begging for more, for him to cut through him, flesh molded to wrap around him.

Grist gave a guttural groan, his hips rocking as his cock now filled the tight channel with its hardening length again. Standish was making all sorts of noises now, none of it important, all of it sounding so soft and muffled. Grist bent forward, his left hand still jerking Standish off. He pounded into Ezra as he did, timing it just right, moving easily in the slickness inside.

"Feel that," Grist murmured into the ear below him. "You getting all want and hot for me, boy." He slammed into Ezra once for show. "Pretty, pretty whore. You all stiff for me. Want me stuffing that tight hole of yours. I'm gonna fill you with my seed. You're gonna love that."

The body jerked, then bucked as another slam shoved him hard against the boulder he was draped over.

Grist quickened his pace. He wanted to make it last but the boy, inexperienced, didn't know how to stretch it out. All them moving and shivering and all that noise, Standish was too wanton in his moves, drawing Grist's orgasm so quickly, the cowboy hurried his pace to beat the inevitable. He thrust into the compact body, over and over, his left hand abandoning the cock between Standish's legs. It bobbed frantically against Standish's white belly. He needed both hands to wrap around Standish now for better leverage. He contemplated standing, but his own legs had no strength. Lucky his groin was still iron strong, hungry, greedy for that moist heat now spilling out and dripping over his bare thighs.

With a hoarse cry, Grist shuddered, signaling his release. Standish twitched, came then fell limp over his arms, chest heaving for air in time with Grist's.

Grist stopped over and kissed Ezra's shoulder, then bit down to leave his mark. Ezra grunted.

"You need more experience," he chided at his boy. "You keep encouraging me like that, ain't gonna last long." He jerked his hips for show but Ezra made no sound. Shrugging, Grist withdrew and rocked back on his heels. Standish laid there over the boulder, his buttocks glowing white under the new moon emerging from the clouds. His hole was pink, cum dribbling out with each breath. He was goddamn beautiful.

"Clem," Grist rasped. "You still want?" He heard Ezra whimpered, shaking his head. Grist smiled. Course the boy didn't want Clem, but he needed some more lessons before he could do Grist right. He patted one cheek, nails scratching at the swollen entrance. He ran his tongue across his lips when he felt something warm and sticky at the hole. He pushed through, pressing at that secret nub again. Standish groaned. He pressed harder and the gambler shifted, wanting more.

"'ell yeah," Clemens replied. Grist could hear a zipper, the hiss of leather as the gunbelt was discarded by Standish's head. "I can see why you bed them, Grist." Rogers could be heard murmuring his agreement. The others, wanting no part of it, was milling about the campfire, grousing about them needing to wait for town for more willing legs to spread out for them. Clemens stepped forward into the moonlight, his eyes dark with lust. He was sweating, his palms slick and shaky as he fumbled for his drawers. Grist gestured grandly towards the naked body, pressing against the cliff face to stand up. His knees were all weak. No one ever did that for him before.

Rogers was already unzipping, desire speeding his impatience. He hurried forward, kicking Clemens' discarded gunbelt towards Standish as he crouched down by the head.

"You wanna take his head?" Clem rasped as he swept his palms across the bare buttocks like he seen Grist do. "Can't be no different than a whore around it." Clem grinned.

"I'll even give him a push along for ya."

Rogers only grunted. The huge, stocky rustler was already pulling it out, all stiff, fat and so red, the tip was almost purple as it stood out under a belly roll of fat.

Ezra's head was raised up. His eyes wide, bright with unshed tears. His head was shaking no. His eyes shot to the darkness and Grist could have swore they sought for his. Standish didn't want this. He didn't want them. Only Grist.

"Hurry the hell up," Grist barked low. An odd feeling curdled in his stomach. Standish was rolling on his belly, trying to get away from the cock hovering over him. He bumped into Clemens' instead and Standish recoiled at the lusty groan.

"Gonna take our sweet time like you did, Grist," Clem griped but he crouched down behind Ezra immediately. He studied the reddened entrance and grunted. He didn't need to play around inside with no fingers. He leaned forward and without warning, just thrust forward.

Rogers, in the meantime, had fumbled with the gag, eyes darting over his shoulder nervously. Surely those lawmakers weren't nearby, were they? They had rode hard and long, covering a day's ride in half to escape. They must be far away. Rogers ripped off the bandanna, grimacing as he felt strands of hair as well in his grasp.

"I'll kill you! You bastards! Ah will-" Standish screamed as Clemens chose that moment to enter him. Rogers took his cue and grasped Standish's head between his hands and shoved his cock as deep as possible into the gambler's mouth.

Grist frowned, looking at Rogers' clumsy attempt. His cock had bumped into teeth first and he boxed his boy in the ears. Dazed, Standish's mouth left agape and the cock slid through easily now. Encouraged, Rogers began to thrust, timing it with Clem.

The whimpering grew now as the pacing quickened. Standish no longer struggled but Grist could see his green eyes aglow, pleading with him in the dark. Standish rose on his belly, on his hands as if to go to him. Help me, they seem to say. They were still saying it when Standish slipped off the boulder he was on, rocked by the rough handling of the two rustlers and now was belly down on the desert sand.

Clem growled. He nearly slipped out with the new position. He grabbed Standish's hips, snarled "Get over here!" and pulled the boy on all fours.

Standish threw his head back, his ass almost sitting on Clem's lap.

"Push harder," Rogers complained. "Damn mouth can't take all of me in."

"Whore too wiggly," Clem grunted. He grabbed the boy's cock and gave it a twist.

Standish howled and Rogers snickered as it gave him the perfect opening. The yowl choked off and Standish gagged.

"Perfect," Rogers hooted. "Oh yeah, take me all in, bitch. You can do it. That pretty mouth of yours, fancy dresser. Open wider, sweetheart, just two more inches. Open that fancy talking mouth of yours. You hungry? We gonna fill you up all nice and full."

Standish thrashed and twisted, pinned between two cocks. He tried to kick out, actually wrenched away from Clem. But Rogers grabbed him by the ears and pounded into that mouth so hard, Standish doubled over and vomited. After Standish was done, Clem and Rogers just switched places.

Grist grimaced at the gagging.

"That came from yer ass," Clem snarled as he pried Standish's mouth open. "Clean it off!"

"I'll skin you alive you son of a-No! Nooo!"

Rogers interrupted Standish, chortling to Clem he was returning the favor and Rogers drilled Standish's ass, forcing his boy to open his mouth to scream in agony, only to be gagged by Clem's engorged prick.

"Trying to bite me, huh? I'm too big for your mouth. Was too big for yer hole," Clem sneered. "Keep fighting me, lawmaker! Just makes it more fun."

Grist wet his lips. Just a small lesson, he thought. Then when they get back to Kotter's, he'll grab his share of the money and take his boy somewhere far away, where no one would bother them. Grist smiled darkly to himself at the thought of taking his boy by a certain watering hole and fuck him, his beautiful Standish sprawled like a pale whore on the desert sands. He wouldn't share Standish for anyone; tie that beautiful boy on his bed like a picture and let that boy service him day and night.

Silently, he told Clem and Rogers to hurry. His cock tented his pants again and he was already hot and stiff for that hole. As the men's groans grew in intensity and Standish grew alarmingly more and more silent, his finger twitched around his covered crotch.

Mine, he thought. Mine.