MEN, MUSCLE, and MAYHEM

by Milton Stern

  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 pu
lled 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?”

  The twin said nothing. He placed a finger over his mouth to indicate that Bobby should stop shouting. Bobby calmed down and waited for the blond to say something. But, nothing was said. Then, the other twin entered the room, dressed in identical lederhosen and stood on the other side of Bobby. The twins looked at each other then the twin to his right spoke.

  “If you promise not to shout, we will make this as pleasant as possible, but if you do shout, you will regret the day you were born.”

  Quietly, Bobby asked, “Make what pleasant?”

  “This experience, of course,” the other twin said. “We just want to have a little fun with you, and if we enjoy ourselves, we will let you go when we are done, but if we find you tedious, we will torture you until you beg for your own death.”

  Bobby didn’t have to think long about his options. He was apparently strapped tightly to the table, and even if he did manage to get loose, these guys were twice his size.

  They looked at Bobby and smiled, then opened their lederhosen, pulled out their enormous dicks and proceeded to piss all over Bobby. The little muscleman was no stranger to water sports, so this did not bother him as long as they avoided his face, and fortunately they did even though they seemed to piss a gallon each. The stench of their urine permeated the room, and Bobby could only wonder what was yet to come as he had never before been in a situation such as this. Once their bladders were empty, they removed their lederhosen and ran their hands all over Bobby’s thickly muscled body working the piss into every pore.

  One grabbed his balls and gave them a good yank, causing Bobby to grunt, while the other squeezed his dick, which was now starting to fill even though he tried to keep it from getting hard. But, it was to no avail, as the hands torturing his cock and balls were doing more to turn him on than frighten him, and within a minute, his dick was at its full ten inches, which on his five-foot-five frame brought the mushroom head to right below his pecs.

  The twin to his right hit a button under the table, and suddenly Bobby’s legs were being pulled up and apart by some sort of pulley device he had not noticed before, and the contraption did not stop until Bobby was suspended by his ankles with only his shoulders on the table. Then the twin to his left hit a button, and the same thing happened to his wrists until he was suspended by his wrists and ankles, spreadeagled from both ends with no support for his back. He thought he was going to be quartered, when the twin to his right reached up and pulled down a leather strap, passed it under his back to the other twin, who
then connected it to a hook in the ceiling, thus supporting Bobby’s back. The table was then rolled away, and Bobby was lowered until he was just below waist level of his captors.

  The twin on his right then moved down to his feet and positioned himself between his legs while the other one went to the other side of the room to get a cart and wheel it over to where his brother was standing. In spite of all this, Bobby’s dick refused to go down. He wondered if he was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. But, doesn’t that take a few months or even years? He thought.

  Bobby could not see what was on the table but guessed at least one of the items was grease or lard, as he felt his ass being slathered with something thick and gloppy. Then he felt the intruder – one, maybe two, maybe even three fingers being forced into his ass, twisting and probing with no finesse at all. Bobby gritted his teeth and took the intrusion like a man as the other twin walked over to his left and stood by his head.

  Bobby looked over and saw that he now sported a huge hard-on that rivaled his in size, and it was sticking straight out at his face with precum practically pouring from the slit. Bobby involuntarily licked his lips, and this captor shoved his enormous meat into Bobby’s mouth without ceremony. Bobby figured if they were going to kill him, he might as well go out with a smile, so he sucked hungrily on the huge cock in his mouth, which continued to leak pints of precum that tasted better than he would acknowledge to these two bastards.

  As he was chowing down on the manmeat, he felt the fingers exit his asshole, only to be rudely replaced by the other huge cock in the room, all greased up and practically up to his nipples within seconds. Then the pounding began – from both ends.

  The twins showed no mercy as they used the little muscle man for their own pleasure as if he were just a hole to be plugged and filled with cock. No attention was given to Bobby’s dick, which now ached it was so hard, while his huge balls drew up, ready to explode.

  The twins had great staying power and pumped and pumped for quite a while, or at least it seemed quite a while, until the one in Bobby’s mouth exploded with a yell, and shot pint after pint of his thick cum down Bobby’s throat, which he didn’t lose a drop of. Then, his brother yelled identically and left his own quart of milk in Bobby’s ass, causing Bobby to shoot a load to be envied all over his torso with a few shots hitting his chin.