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This text was
produced by me using passages from other texts, stitched together and
integrated with several passages written directly by me. Death in Boca Caliente
Dan gazes down from a nearby hill at the barren little town: Boca
Caliente. The dusty brown barracks, where soldiers of the Mexican Army
usually stop two months in summer, the dusty wood and brick houses, the dusty
brown tents: all is hard to distinguish from the dusty brown sand and rock of
the surrounding desert. Many say that Boca Caliente is the asshole of Mexico, but Dan likes
this town where outlaws from the States can escape the sheriffs and their
men. A dangerous place, full of cutthroats and murderers, but not for a man
like Dan. He starts to ride downhill towards the town. He reaches a saloon that
he knows. He walks through the swinging door into the shade and pauses to
allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He greets Pedro at the bar with a nod.
Without asking, Pedro pours him a shot of tequila. Dan says: - The soldiers? Pedro answers: - They went away yesterday. They don’t need more words. Dan knows that he can sleep in the barracks.
Dirty places, but Dan prefers to stay there when he is in Boca Caliente: he
doesn’t like the saloons. * A boy brings two buckets of water. Then he leaves the room. The
sheriff Brian Blacks strips. He puts his red shirt and dark-blue pants on a
chair. He needs a bath, after a week riding through the mountains and the
desert. He looks at himself in the mirror. He is a well-built man and he is
only forty-two, but he feels old. He is bald and his black short beard is
showing signs of white hairs here and there. In the mirror Brian can see a
man sick of all the running, all the fights and all the shootings. He looks at his hairy chest and belly, and imagines what it would feel
like, if a bullet went through his body. He runs his right hand over his chest,
feeling the muscles, the nipples, stopping at the place of the heart. A
bullet there would be a quick death. His hands move then through the deep fur on his belly. The navel: a
bullet here, the pain, the agony, looking at his murderer, waiting for other
bullets and finally for the last shot. Brian’s cock is stiffening. He shakes his head. He is determined to find Dan Bearhunter,
Big Dan, as they call him. Dan has killed two sheriffs. Brian wants to avenge
them, even if they weren’t his friends. Dan Bearhunter is not far. Brian has
followed him for a week, in Arizona and then here in Mexico, where he is not
a sheriff, but just a man with a gun. Yesterday someone saw Dan riding
towards Boca Caliente: the outlaw likes that little town without laws. He’ll
die there: Dan Bearhunter is going to die. Brian is
going to kill him and, before killing him, to rape him. Now his cock is hard. Dan Bearhunter… what if he weren’t in Boca
Caliente but here, in the same saloon? He could enter this room now and fire.
Brian imagines bullets exploding his belly and chest. Dan raped the sheriffs
he killed, both of them. Brian sees himself on the floor, in a pool of his
own blood, Dan fucking his ass. They say that that bloody outlaw has a huge
cock. Brian’s cock gets even harder thinking of it. Brian shakes his head and enters the tub. It feels good, after all
these days riding: the water is warm. He scrubs himself, he caresses his
cock. He thinks he’ll kill Dan. Then he remembers Mac, a bounty-hunter who
was his friend. Mac was killed in a bathtub, in Boca Caliente. He went there
to find the Jackal, but the Jackal found him. He filled his belly of lead,
and then he raped him. He put the naked corpse on a horse and the people in
town could see Mac’s hairy ass, the Jackal’s spunk dripping from the hole.
The Jackal let the body to the vultures. Brian is very hard, now. He stands, the water dripping from his body into the tub. He looks at
the door. He imagines the Jackal entering and shooting. He looks at himself in the mirror. He smiles. - Why did you come to Boca Caliente? To kill Dan Bearhunter?
You are a liar. Then he picks up a towel and dries himself. * Dawn. Brian slowly enters the barracks. Dan Bearhunter
is somewhere in these old buildings that the army left two days ago. But
where? He moves cautiously. All the rooms seem to be empty. Suddenly he hears
a movement. He stops, hiding in the deep shade behind a door. He sees Big Dan
walking, naked. The sheriff smiles, looking at his prey, a big heavy bear:
hairy chest and belly, a huge cock, large low-hanging balls. Dan moves
slowly. Now Brian can see his big hairy back, the strong ass. The sheriff
smiles. Dan goes on and opens the door of the latrine. Brian can hear him
pissing. He moves quickly. He enters the room, a large space with many seats.
Dan is standing, the back towards the door, pissing. - Hands up, Big Dan. Time to die. The piss stops. Dan raises his hands slowly. Brian smiles. He could fire now, putting four bullets into Dan’s back.
The outlaw would fall into the latrine. It would be the right way of ending
for this son of bitch. But Brian is not in a hurry. He approaches. The stink of the latrine becomes stronger, but the man
he holds at gunpoint has a strong smell, too. - Turn, Big Dan. Dan slowly turns around. He looks at Brian. - Who are you? - I am the sheriff Blacks. - A sheriff? We are in Mexico, here. You have no power here. Brian laughs. - I don’t give a shit about this. You are a dead man, Big Dan. And while he says these words, the sheriff looks at Dan’s big body, at
his big cock. Such a man! Dan chuckles, the light in the room getting brighter as the sun comes
up. - You know, I had another lawdog say the
same thing, not long ago. Brian grinds his teeth, raging. - I know, bloody bastard. I know. And I know what you did to him. You
are a beast, not a man. But Brian is looking at Dan’s naked body, lust in his eyes. Dan lowers his hands and grabs his cock and balls. He laughs. - Yeah, a fucking beast. You want this in your ass, don't you? Brian is raging again at Dan’s provocation and even more at his own
desire. Dan goes on: - You seem conflicted, lawdog. Put the gun
away and let’s have some fun. Brian shakes his head and laughs, too loud. - You think I am stupid, don't you? To have some fun means to end like
sheriff Square, my cock and balls into my mouth. Dan smiles. - Listen, lawdog. We won’t live a long time.
An outlaw and a lawdog in this country are doomed
to die soon. One of us will die today, the other one tomorrow, in two days’
time or in a year. We won’t become old. So, better to do what we desire. And
you want to taste this. The outlaw grabs again his cock, which is stiffening. Brian shakes his head. He looks around. On the right side there is a
table. - Good, Big Dan, you bend on the table, your feet on the floor, your
arms behind your back. Dan looks at the table. He nods. - Ok, lawdog. If you haven’t the nerve to
taste my cock, it will be my ass. No problem. It’s a game and I like playing. - The game will end with your death. - Yes, or with yours. Both ends are good. Death games are great. I
always like them. Dan moves slowly to the table. The sheriff follows him. - Hands behind your back! Dan obeys. The sheriff takes his handcuffs. He looks at Dan’s hands.
Big hairy paws: a murderer’s hands. These hands strangled one sheriff. Brian shakes his head. - Put your arms on the table and open your legs. Dan is dangerous, he has killed two sheriffs. Brian should handcuff
him behind his back. Why is he not doing what it needs to be done? Brian
knows the answer. Dan leans on the table, his legs open. Brian approaches. Dan’s smell
is stronger, now: sweat, piss, spunk, gunpowder, horse, shit, leather. An
intoxicating smell. - Fuck me, lawdog! Brian laughs. He lowers his pants. His cock is hard, now. He looks at
Dan’s ass: big, hairy. He can see Dan’s balls, large, heavy and hairy. He
pushes his gun against them. - I could explode your balls, Big Dan. And your cock, too. A good
game. - You could. You are playing a winning game. Dan doesn’t seem to worry. Brian is puzzled. He pushes the barrel of
the gun against Dan’s asshole. - I could shoot you in this way. What would you say? - Do what you want. Brian is nervous. He pushes his dickhead against Dan’s asshole, keeping the gun in his
right hand against Dan’s neck, his left hand grabbing the outlaw’s ass. He
pushes and his cock enters Dan’s ass: a violent stroke. The outlaw grunts as
the sheriff penetrates his warm ass. Brian smiles and he begins to fuck him savagely. The feeling is great.
The warm and wet flesh, Dan’s male smell, his warm, tight ass around his
cock, Dan’s body moving with Brian’s thrusts, Brian’s balls slapping Dan’s
ass and balls. The sheriff’s left hand grabs Dan’s cock. It is so big, so hot, and so
strong: the man is a real bull! Brian hisses: - I will hang you here, in the latrine. And it won't be a short dance,
Dan. - Shit! That means that you are not going to snap my neck, aren’t you? - No, certainly not. A long agony, a good dance for me, naked, until
you piss and shit yourself. The sheriff laughs. - Naked? Bet you will enjoy that, won’t you? - Yes, certainly. A big bear like you dancing naked for me. It will be
amusing. - More than amusing, I would say. Dan laughs again, Brian too. -Yes, certainly. More than amusing. It will be a pleasure to see your
last cumming. Then, when you'll piss and shit yourself, I'll fill your belly
of bullets. The sheriff goes on fucking Dan’s ass. He squeezes his heavy, big,
hairy balls. He grabs again the outlaw’s cock. Dan moans as Brian handles his
cock and balls. - I could crush your balls, son of bitch! Brian’s hand squeezes the outlaw’s balls. Dan grunts. And finally Brian cums into Dan’s ass, groaning. Such a feeling! -You are a good fuck, Big Dan. Perhaps I'll fuck your corpse, after
hanging you. - Nice to hear, lawdog! Dan laughs. Brian moves back. Dan stands straight again, Brian’s cum running down his leg. He turns
to face the sheriff. Brian looks at Dan’s blue eyes, then at his huge hard cock. His throat
is dry. - Time to die, Big Dan. You are too dangerous to try to bring you to
the States. The game is over. Dan smiles. - Well, I was hoping to get a chance at your ass, but I would settle
for a last cigar. - My ass? Brian shakes his head and adds: - You are mad! But the sheriff is staring at Dan’s big cock. - It seems only fair. What are you afraid of? You can handcuff me. Brian can smell Dan’s body, the strong smell of a strong man. Dan moves.
Now his cock is pressing against Brian’s crotch. The sheriff’s gun presses
against the outlaw’s chest. Brian shakes again his head. - Fair? But his throat is dry. - Call it a last request. Dan swings his cock against Brian’s belly. The sheriff slowly nods. He could handcuff Dan, yes, he could. But he
doesn’t. He wants to feel Dan’s cock into his ass: he knows that it will be
his last fucking. But he knows he came here not to kill Dan, but to find his
murderer. Dan smiles. He knows he won. - Strip, lawdog. Brian obeys. Dan asks: - Do you have a cigar? Brian nods. He takes his jacket and gives Dan one of his cigars. Dan starts puffing fire into the big stogie. He takes a draw off the
cigar, then takes it out of his mouth and blows a large stream of smoke in
Brian’s face. He smiles. - You don’t need that gun. Brian nods. Dan takes the gun. - Now turn and take your place. Brian moves and leans on the table. Dan steps up behind Brian. Brian waits. He wants it. He knows he wants
it. Dan rests his hardened cock against the shuddering cheeks of Brian’s
ass, puts his hands on the sheriff’s hips, and shoves his cock through the
clenched fuckhole. Dan takes another drag from the
cigar and puts it on the table. He pulls back for a moment and then sets
himself to plowing the aching ass before him. He arches his back with each
thrust, shoving his cock ever deeper into Brian’s fuckhole.
He likes the feel of the sheriff’s ass as it clenches his dick, throbbing
with each spasm. He enjoys the fuck. Dan goes on thrusting, banging Brian’s ass hard. The sheriff grunts,
moans, groans, his eyes closed. The outlaw’s cock is too big, too hot, but
Brian wants it. - Yes, son of bitch, fuck the sheriff, yes! Dan chuckles and then shoves his cock in balls deep. Brian can feel
the outlaws’ balls against his ass. It's a great feeling. It is painful, but
Brian wants this pain. It is great. Great. - Yeah, son of bitch, yeah! He is filled with both pain and pleasure. The pain growing
too strong, Brian tries to force out the unwelcomed presence within him, but
Dan is long expert in forcible buggery and he easily keeps Brian pinned to
the table. Dan is ramming Brian’s ass so hard now, he is almost lifting the
sheriff’s body off the table, impaling him on his dick. He shoves his cock in
to the hilt and then rotates his hips in a circular motion, to stretch out
the sheriff’s asshole, before pulling back and ramming him again. Brian feels waves of pain and pleasure through his body, a frenzy of
pleasure and pain. Dan is a good stallion and he rides for a long time. Withdrawing slowly, Dan continues to rhythmically thrust his cock into
Brian's ass, making guttural animal sounds as the waves of pleasure spread
from his loins to fill his whole body. In and out goes the cock like a jack
hammer, until Dan can hold himself no longer and red-hot fire fills his cock
as he ejaculates repeatedly deep in Brian's ass. Brian feels the outlaw’s cum
filling his innards. A great feeling. He likes it. He likes Dan’s huge cock
into his ass. He likes the pain, too. Sated, Dan withdraws his now flaccid cock and says: - You're not a bad fuck, lawdog. A bit old
for ass fucking, but still worth the effort. Dan grabs Brian by the neck again and drags him off the table, forcing
him to kneel. The sheriff is on the dirty floor again, kneeling in front of
the outlaw. Dan pinches the sheriff’s cheek in his hand again and lifts his head
up to his cock. - Now, clean it off, bitch. Blood, spunk and shit are on the dickhead, but without hesitation
Brian opens his mouth and takes the outlaw’s cock in. He can taste his own
blood and shit and Dan’s cum on the head and shaft. His cock is rock hard. Dan grabs his cigar from the table. His cock is quickly stiffening
again. Brian is astonished: Dan cummed just a few
minutes ago. Brian licks Dan’s balls, where blood, sweat and cum mix. When
his cock is hard, Dan clenches the cigar in his teeth, grabs Brian by the
neck, and slides his dick into Brian’s mouth. He pushes the sheriff’s mouth
clear to the base of his cock and holds it there. While Brian gags and chokes
on his dick, Dan puffs on the cigar, listening to the retching sound. Then he
loosens his grip to allow the sheriff to gasp for air before ramming his cock
to the hilt and holding it again. Dan is grunting now with each thrust of his cock. Suddenly, as he
pulls his dick back, a stream of hot, thick cum shot to the back of the
sheriff’s throat. He tries to swallow, but Dan is jerking his head back and
forth so fast, he can barely breathe. The outlaw lets out a loud groan as his
cock spews again into the sheriff’s mouth. Some cum is rolling down Brian’s
chin. The outlaw slows his plunges as the stream of cum finishes its flow. Dan grabs the gun. - Time to end the game. Brian nods. Dan smiles and adds: - You are a good fuck, lawdog. Dan blows smoke. - You are a good fuck, too, Big Dan. - Oh, I know. You make the third lawdog that
I will have killed with my ass and cock. But you wanted it. Brian nods. - You are right: I wanted it. And I deserve it. You are the best
stallion and the best murderer - As you said, time to die, lawdog. Open
your mouth. Your death will come from here. Dan moves the gun towards Brian’s mouth. The sheriff obeys. Dan pushes
the gun into the open mouth. - Such the cock that will fuck you. Brian sucks the barrel of the gun. - Stand up. Brian obeys. They are facing, now: the naked outlaw with a gun in
his hand, a cigar in his mouth, a smile on his lips, the sheriff defenceless. Brian nods. He is silent. - You gave me some good ideas. Lean on the table. Brian obeys: he turns and puts his arms and chest on the wood. Dan puts his left hand on Brian’s back. The sheriff can feel something
cold and hard pressing against his asshole. He understands. - Son of bitch! Dan pushes the barrel inside the hole. - Shit! - Time to die, lawdog. He fires, three times, but he keeps the gun inclined, so the bullets
go through Brian’s belly and out. Brian screams in pain. Dan keeps his big
paw on his back, forcing him to remain where he is. Then Brian feels the gun pressing against his right nut. - No! Don’t! Don’t. Dan shoots. The pain is overwhelming. Now the gun is pressing against
Brian’s other nut. Dan shoots again. Then he grabs Brian and he throws him on
the dirty floor. He laughs. The outlaw walks over to the dying sheriff, bends over and takes hold
of the ankles. He drags the body through to the latrine. When he is on the
edge of the pit, he let the ankles drop. Brian looks at him. Dan is hard. - Fi…nish me.. off. - I won’t, lawdog. But you deserve one
bullet more. Dan presses his gun against Brian’s dickhead. He laughs seeing terror
in Brian’s eyes. He fires. Brian screams. Dan hooks his foot under the side of the body just above the belt
line. He flips the body over into the latrine. Brian lands face down. He feels piss and shit filling his mouth. He cannot breathe anymore.
The sewage chokes him. On the edge of the latrine, Dan laughs. He pisses looking at the
bubbles coming up on the surface of the sludge. * Dan is sitting on the latrine. He wipes his ass, when he hears the voices. What the fuck? He stands.
Five soldiers enter the room. They see him. They take their guns. Shit! The soldiers went away two days ago. After they leave, they never
come back until the following summer. - Que haces aquì? Dan tries to answer: - Yo no tenía adonde dormir... A soldier has called the officer, who arrives. The officer looks at the big bear, standing naked in front of the
latrine. - Tú eres un espión! - No, yo no… - Callate! He turns to his men: - Vamos a fusillar a este
cabrón... They are going to execute him. Dan smiles. He killed the sheriff and
now it is his turn. He knew that he wouldn’t die in his bed. He is not
afraid. He is a man and he is going to die as a man. They drag him in the courtyard, against a wall. No blindfold. More soldiers are arriving. Eight men form the firing squad. Dan sticks his big hairy chest out when the riflemen raise their
weapons. His cock stiffens to erection. He can see the officer, unsnapping
the holster of his side arm for the coup de grace. - Apunten Dan curls his lips and snarls a last desperate insult at the men who
are about to kill him. - Cabrones! - Fuego The shots cut Dan off short. The men fire off eight rounds as if it
were a single shot. Dan’s chest and belly are suddenly a patchwork of
mincemeat. Dan’s body jerks as the rounds hit his body, the impact throwing
him against the wall. His head bangs back against the bricks and he slowly slides,
his face contorted with agony. Dan’s breathing comes in gasps as one lung
quickly fills with blood. It passes quickly, however, and soon his jaw falls
and rests on his sternum. The officer approaches. He presses his right foot
on Dan’s balls and he places his palm against Dan’s forehead, pushing his
head back up. Dan’s eyes are still open, slightly glazed. A trickle of blood
runs from the corner of his mouth. The officer sticks the barrel of his pistol against Dan’s chest,
directly above his heart. He squeezes the trigger. The shot explores Dan’s
heart and finishes him off. Dan ejaculates his deathwad. - Sanchez y Madroso, en la
letrina! Pedro Sanchez y Diego Madroso grab Dan’s
wrists and drag the body through the dirty courtyard to the latrine. Diego laughs and says: - Pedro, el tenía un carajo… Y
sus cojones también! Que macho! On the edge of the latrine, Diego says he doesn’t need help to dispose
of the body. Pedro smiles and goes away: he knows his friend’s tastes. Diego admires the massive body and the huge cock and ball: sweat and a
lot of blood from the eight holes in his chest; cum of Dan’s last orgasm and
piss on his belly. The soldier beholds Dan’s manhood: the cock is hard, wet
of cum and piss. It is large. It is still warm. Diego leans down to taste
Dan’s cock. The smell is strong: sweat, cum, piss. The dickhead is dirty: Dan
certainly didn't wash often. The soldier sucks Dan’s cock and lick his balls clean, getting all he
can of the outlaw’s death load. He cleans the sweat, the piss and the cum,
feeling the disappearing warmth of Dan’s body. After cleaning Dan’s slowly softening cock, Diego drops his pants,
letting a hard dripping cock out. He gets between Dan’s legs, placing them on
his shoulders, his hard cock approaching the dead man’s asshole. The soldier
slides his cock into Dan’s hairy ass. Diego laughs. He starts to fuck the
bear's dead ass for all it is worth.
He is the man, fucking a worthless corpse, a killer of men now just a
shit for the latrine, only good for a last fuck. The soldier arches his back and moans as he shoots his hot spunk deep
into Dan's dead ass. He looks at the corpse, his manhood exposed. He smiles.
He has fucked the gringo. He is the male. He pushes the body into the latrine. Dan falls over Brian, the outlaw’s cock against the sheriff’s ass.
They’ll rot together. . |
