BY GEORGE
ILLUSTRATED BY SEAN
After Pa died I lived alone in our East Dearborn house. It was too large for one person, but it was all paid for and the expenses weren’t too bad. I wasn’t home that much either. I worked my shift at River Rouge and I hung out in the neighborhood taverns until they closed down for the night Twice a week a nice Polish lady down the street came in to dust and clean, and sometimes she left me some food she had baked. It wasn’t much of a life but it was simple, with no complications, no problems.
Then, after a little over a year, I had my accident at the plant After three months in the hospital the doctors told me I’d never walk right again. My one leg was shorter than the other and my so-called good leg wouldn’t hold me up too well. It was something about my hips and back I didn’t really understand. What I did know was that I’d need to use crutches to get around from that time on.
I did a lot of thinking while I was in traction in that hospital and while I was having therapy. I kept remembering Grandpa’s cabin and farm in the Kentucky mountain country. Sometimes, after Grandpa died. Pa and I would drive down to stay there for a few days. Pa kept the taxes paid and Mr. Moody, the nearest neighbor down the hill, kept his eye on the place for us.
Not that it was so much. There were about one hundred acres on the hilltop, mostly woods. The house had only three rooms, with an outside well and a privy. Out behind there was a ramshackle barn, half falling down. But I kept remembering how clear and fresh the air was, the silence, how good and cold that well water tasted. And I recalled the year Pa died he’d paid to have a new roof put on the house, the porch across the front shored up and fixed.
I thought and thought about it every day, and then I made up my mind. I wrote to Mr. Moody and told him how it was with me. I told him, too, that I was coming home to the hills to live for good.
I had no money worries. The East Dearborn house and the furniture sold quick. I kept the price low and it moved within a week. Well, I had that nest egg. plus the money Pa had left me and what I’d saved. Then I had a nice settlement for my accident and my monthly check from compensation. With it all I figured I could live good on that mountain in Kentucky no matter what happened.
I bought myself a four-wheel drive Jeep and had it set up so I could drive with my bad legs. I wrote to Mr. Moody again, telling him I was on my way. I loaded up my clothes and off I went I got to the hills on my second day. I found my road and started up. zig-zagging back and forth. Just before the rutted dirt road petered out and became a tract of weeds and brush I spied the mailbox with the name, Moody, crudely lettered in faded red on its side.
I pulled over and before I could get out of my Jeep and onto my crutches two large hound dogs, barking furiously and with their neck hairs up, came at me. Right behind them, cursing violently and kicking at them, came a tall, thin, dark-haired man wearing bib overalls and worn workshoes. This had to be Jonathan Moody.
“Quiet, you bastards. Get the hell back where you belong,” he yelled.
There was authority in his deep voice and the dogs slunk away.
“You Jimmy Larkin?” he asked. “Come up on the porch and sit a spell. Need any help? This yard is pretty rough.”
Rough it was. It had obviously never been mowed or tended and half-buried rocks spread among the roots of the high grass. I managed, though, and joined him in the shade of the porch roof. We were barely seated on rocking chairs when he yelled.
“Sukey, bring us a jug and a couple of glasses.”
In less than a minute Sukey brought out the home-made liquor. She moved so fast I barely saw her. All I registered was a figure of medium height wearing a faded house dress.
Jonathan wanted to hear about my Pa, how he died. As he told me. they were both of an age and had grown up together as boys in these hills. Then I had to describe my own accident. I must say that liquor was smooth. By the time our family talk was finished I felt mellow and relaxed.
“Boy, it’s good to have a Larkin back on this mountain,” Moody said. “I just hope you see fit to stay.”
Then, turning his head, he bellowed, “Sukey. You go find your brothers and bring them here. I want them to meet young Jim.”
Speaking to me, he continued, “Got to be at Sukey all the time. Keep her on the move. She can be a real lazy slut. Needs the belt on her steady.”
“Who’s Sukey?” I asked. “Pa talked about Jonathan, Jr., Daniel, and Seth. He never mentioned you had a daughter. Just the three boys.”
“It’s a long story, Jim. Here, let me pour you some more. Well, when my Emma died two years ago come August I knew soon as we buried her that we were going to need a woman in the house. Someone who would cook and bake, clean and wash, milk the cow, tend the garden patch, cosy up in bed. I gave that some long thought Then I said to myself, what the hell. I’m not going courting. Why not make Seth, my young one, into a woman. He was right good looking, with big brown eyes and nice smooth skin. Even before his Ma died I used to like to pat his rump when he walked by me. It made him jump every time, but it sort of raised me up. Well, I talked it over with his brothers and they were for it too. Didn’t want no step-ma bossing them around and telling them what to do.
“Sukey didn’t like the idea much, but less than a week after we laid his Ma to rest we stripped him down one morning and put one of his Ma’s dresses on him. He blubbered and cried like a baby. I had to whip him up regular, but it was good for him.”
“Didn’t any of your neighbors or your folks raise up a fuss?” I asked.
“Hell, no. It was none of their business what we did. They tend their affairs and I tend to mine. Besides, except for your place up higher, there’s nobody real close to here. Sometimes we don’t see another person for a month at a time and then only when the boys or me go down to the crossroads store. No. We’re pretty private here.’ You’ll learn that”
“Did it take Sukey long to learn what she should do?”
“I kept the belt on her steady and she learned fast. The hardest part was bedding her. A man’s got to have a woman to climb and Sukey didn’t like that part. We all kept at her, though. I’d plough her in my bed at night and the boys would pester her out in the barn by day. She did a lot of yelling and crying, but she learned her business. Now she seems to like it all right. Doesn’t complain and sulk any more. Course, it wouldn’t do her any good if she did. I’ll say this for her though. She’s better in bed than her Ma ever was. Takes care of all three of us.”
“Did you nut her or anything to change her around?”
“I thought long about it and Jonathan, Jr. wanted to make her into a gelding. But then I decided, why bother. I’m trying to grow tits on her though. We all suck on them when we’ve got a mind and chew on her nipples too. That makes her yelp. They don’t get much bigger though. I guess you can’t have everything you want.”
Jonathan, Jr. and Daniel, came around the corner of the house. They both looked like their father, tall and thin, with prominent Adam’s apples. Moody introduced me and, after a short moment, they were on their way again. Junior, I learned, was twenty-four. Daniel was twenty-two.
To my amazement I found myself reacting physically to this account. For the first time since my accident, now almost four months past, I felt my cock stiffening and swelling. I also found my mind going back to a Lebanese boy I had used time and time again from his father’s bar in Dearborn. I could almost feel his mouth around my prick, sucking it growing it bigger and bigger.
I was more than half-drunk when I climbed back into my Jeep and started up the brush-choked road. Before I reached my cabin, close to a mile above, I thanked God for my four-wheel drive.
Jonathan had told me that he’d had Sukey up to my place to air it out and clean it up. The weeds had been mowed down around the building. Inside the bed was freshly made, kindling and wood laid in the old stove range. Everything, down to the floors, was spotlessly clean. I even found the lamps filled up with kerosene.
Even more surprising were the supplies laid in: butter, home smoked ham and bacon, eggs, crusty bread, milk. Someone had toted up a good load of provisions that very day, probably while I sat and talked on the Moody porch.
The next evening, just before sundown, Jonathan and his oldest boy came climbing up the slope. Moody’s housewarming present to me was two jugs of his liquor. Naturally, we sat outside and sampled it And again we talked of past and present Moody waved aside my thanks for all that had been done. Something else was on his mind.
“Jim, boy,” he said, “you’ve got to have some help up here. You can’t walk good and you’re going to need a lot of things that you can’t manage alone. You’re going to want a cow for milk, some chickens for eggs and meat, a few hogs to fat up and butcher come fall, a garden patch. Somebody’s got to split you your fire wood, take care of your house. And I noticed yesterday afternoon how your crotch was sticking out in your pants. A hand job will do you if you got nothing else, but you’re going to need a nice soft ass to ride over the months ahead, especially come winter.”
“Whoa up,” I cried. “That’s quite an order you’ve got in mind. What are you trying to do? Sell me Sukey?”
“No way. We’ve just got Sukey gentled down and broke in right for us. No, we’ve got to find you a lad that you can train the way you want. Turn him into a proper woman.”
“Where am I going to find him? I haven’t got a son to break.”
“You don’t need you a son. I just happened to have one to spare. Tell you what. They’ve got some fine young flesh over on the County Farm. I got me an idea you can find a likely lad to help you out from there. If you want I’ll talk around. I got me a cousin who works there. You got some money to spare?”
“That all depends. How much?”
“Well. I’d say you’d have to pay the price of a prime mule. Maybe four to five hundred dollars. And when you got him you’d have to lay out for his keep.”
“I could manage that all right”
“I’ll be in touch, then. Shouldn’t take more than a week at most to line you up a good looking boy, fifteen or sixteen. That’s the best age. He’ll have a nice tight ass on him, still. Oh, and one more thing. When next you drive down to the store you’d best buy you a rawhide mule whip. Maybe two. You can always cut you some switches to lace him with. A whip is better, though. Just the sight of it will scare him.”
The next few days I did a lot of thinking and that got me up, randy as hell. My cock was halfway hard most of the time. A boy to handle as I wanted and nobody to pry or bother me. There was nothing I couldn’t do to him. I’d have him crawling on his belly in the dirt to come and lick my shoes. I’d teach him how to mouth wash my ass crack and get his tongue inside me deep. He’d suck cock and lick balls, clean the sweat in my crotch. Everything I’d ever wanted to try out he’d learn to do. I’d keep him busy twenty- four hours a day.
I drove down to the store and picked up Moody on the way. I bought the whips, plus rope and chains and padlocks. I got me some hobbles and some leather straps with buckle ends. I even purchased a mule bit and a collar with hames and chain traces. There was still some farm equipment in the old barn out back. Maybe one day we’d do some plowing and carting. No one at the store seemed surprised at what I got Moody’s week turned out to be ten days, but it was worth the wait.
Late one morning I was rocking on the porch and I spied Jonathan coming up the hill. Behind him walked a sturdy looking towhead, as naked as the day he was born. The boy’s wrists were tied behind his back and Moody led him by a makeshift halter, a rope tied around his neck. Jonathan carried a six foot switch and time and again he’d turn and crack it across the boy’s legs.
When they reached the house Moody tied the lead rope to a large sapling on the lawn and came to join me.
“What do you think of that?” he asked.
The boy was strongly built with good shoulders, arms, and legs. He wasn’t tall, maybe five foot four or five. But he was solid.
Moody gave me the facts. “His name is Titus. He’s got good teeth and I’ve checked his ass. No sign of piles. My cousin warrants him sound.”
“What are they asking?”
“Five hundred, firm. He’s prime. You couldn’t do better. If I could spare the cash I’d be mighty tempted to buy him for myself now that my old mule’s going lame. He’s strong enough to harness up and use in the woods. Well, what do you say?”
What could I say but “yes.” I counted out the money and then I signed some papers. When I was done I found I was named as guardian to Titus until he reached the age of twenty-one. He’d be my property for the next five years. When I mentioned this to Moody he chuckled.
“Five years, hell. You break him right and you’ll be working him for twenty, thirty years or more, until one of you die or you don’t need him anymore. I thank you kindly for the money. Now one more thing before I go. Let him know you’re boss first thing. I’d keep him tied for a few days. And I’d keep the whip on him steady. Mark him up. He’ll heal. You wear him down right and he’ll be following you around like a puppy dog first thing you know. And starve him some. Make him beg on his knees for food.”
The first thing I did, once Moody left me, was to check the boy over myself. Each time I touched him he shied away like a colt I patted and stroked his ass, trying to quiet him down. He had nice buttocks, rounded and soft to my touch. Then I jabbed my forefinger up his asshole, as deep as I could reach. He really jumped at that letting out a yell. I untied his lead rope from the tree and led him out to the barn, tying him there to a post I used the rawhide buggy whip, laying it on him hard until I had him dancing and screeching. It felt real good to cut him down. How he yelped and begged. I whipped him to his knees and then I let him be. Later I brought him water in a pail. He was curled up on the floor, crying.
Late in the afternoon I went at him again. I took off my pants and rubbed my cock up with pork fat I had a bit of trouble getting in him. He was tight no question. I rode him good, he cryed every stroke of the way, and twisting beneath me. I don’t know that I’d ever had so good a fuck. I shot a load into him I couldn’t believe. And, when I pulled out I was so pooped I could barely walk back to the house.
I followed Moody’s advice to the letter, whipping him up each day, teaching him one trick after another. During this whole time I kept him tied by his neck in the barn.
Moody showed up again one afternoon to see how things were going. He was surprised that I still had the boy confined.
“Hell. Let him out. Put him to work. That’s what he’s here for.”
“But what if he runs away? I can’t chase after him on crutches.”
“Tell you what Jim. Got twenty dollars you can spare? I’ll have Tom Jenkins, the blacksmith down at the corners, make you up a collar. He’s a real good friend of mine.”
“What kind of a collar?”
“You’ll see. I read about it in a book once where a man put this iron collar around his boy’s neck. It was welded on him so it couldn’t come off. It wasn’t the usual collar. Sticking from the iron there were three long iron spikes. He couldn’t hide them. Everybody could see them. It was like he was branded and shamed. Wherever he went the collar was on him.”
“Think it will work? It sounds good to me,” I said. “Get in the Jeep with me and we’ll drive down and talk to your blacksmith right now.”
Tom Jenkins, when we met him and told him what we had in mind, was more than willing to do what we wanted. He grinned, took up some wide iron strapping, and went right to work on his forge.
“Never heard the like before,” he muttered, “but it’s a good idea. My boy, now. He likes to skip off sometimes. I think maybe I’ll make up two of these and put one on him. That ought to keep him close to home.”
“How old’s your boy?” I asked.
“He’s going on twenty,” Jenkins replied.
Moody broke up the conversation. “Tell him, Tom, about those rings up there in that beam.”
The blacksmith laughed. “I do dearly like to whip on my boy’s pecker. Keep it sore so it pains him to finger himself. Come twilight and the shop work’s done I rope him up to those rings after I pull his clothes off him. Then I grab hold of his dick and play with it until it’s standing out straight and hard. He’s got a real big one, too. Wish I had one to match him. By then he’s whimpering like a dog and begging me to set him loose. Well, I take my switch and I whack him good on his cock, four or five times, as hard as I can swing it You ought to hear him yell. It’s a caution. He yelps like you couldn’t believe. Does a man good to hear his boy screech out like that”
When we left the shop the collar was well underway. In the Jeep, Moody chuckled.
“That Tom’s a rare one. Now that his wife won’t let him into her bed he takes it out on the boy. Some day you’ll have to see it That lad’s got a cock on him like a horse. Tom’s got plenty to whip on.”
“You ever see it?” I asked.
“Sure have. I’ve even helped him string up the boy a few times. It’s rare fun to watch. How that lad can yell. Then, of course, Tom fucks his ass while he’s still stretched out to the rings. Tom shoves it in him, wraps his arms around the kid’s belly, and pumps away. They’re both standing up. When Tom’s done I get my turn.”
“You hill people do some pretty strange things,” I said.
“Strange? No Siree. What’s strange about ass fucking another man. Men been fucking boys and men for years on end. I got some stories I could tell you that’d curl your hair. Real comical too. some of them.”
“I’d like to hear them. Might give me some ideas for Titus.”
Tom Jenkins knew his trade. Two days later I returned to his shop, alone, and the spiked iron collar was ready for me. Doug, his boy, was working in the shop that day and Tom used him for a model. We fitted the two arcs around his neck and clasped the padlocks through the flange holes, one in the front, the other at the back. It was a good job. Tom had welded five projecting rods to the iron collar. Each stood out eighteen inches, terminating in an iron ball. As an added feature Tom had placed a ring on each side between the rod projections. To these rings he tied Doug’s wrists. I could only think that once the collar was locked around the neck of Titus he’d never get it off.
Doug, stripped to the waist, was quite a sight. He stood over six feet in height and his chest and arms were well muscled. I couldn’t resist it as he stood there collared.
“Moody,” I said to Tom, “tells me your boy’s got a horse cock on him.”
“He sure does. Like to see it?”
I nodded my head and Tom reached out and dropped Doug’s pants to expose his genitals. It was a sight worth paying to see. That youth, soft, had at least eight fat inches of cock. He was a genuine freak of nature.
“How long is he up hard?” I asked.
“I measure him in at a foot All solid meat.”
Tom had obviously been at him recently. That beautiful cock was colored along its entire length, one big purplish—black bruise. I wanted to touch it but I held back.
“Sore?” I asked the boy.
Doug half smiled and answered. “Yes. Sir.” He seemed oddly proud of his marks.
“One day I’d like to watch you handle him.” I said to Tom.
“No trouble at all. You say the word and we’ll have a go at him. Anyone but Moody I charge five dollars. That all right with you? You get to ride him too for that.”
He laughed. “Sometimes I think I could make more on his cock than I do at the forge. You wouldn’t believe how many men, and even strangers, want to look on. They come from all over. I’m pretty choosy, though, who I show Doug to. Damn few get to see him.”
We took the collar off the lad. I paid Tom and drove back up my hill.
As soon as I got home I locked the collar around the neck of Titus, tying his hands to the side rings. It was as if I had him in stocks. Now he could have the freedom of the place, yet he would be thoroughly confined by the iron.
It was really funny to see Titus try to eat from his bowl when I brought him his supper scraps. Try as he would those rods kept him from getting his mouth to his food. Finally I loosened his hands so he could feed himself. Later I hobbled to the edge of the woods and cut me a three foot sucker growing from the base of a tree. I trimmed off the twigs and leaves, making myself a heavy switch. Then, sitting on the edge of my porch, the switch beside me, my feet down on the ground below. I asked Titus.
“Ever suck cock. Titus?”
“No. Sir.”
“Well, tonight you’re going to start to learn.”
There was no way that Titus, in his collar, could get his head between my legs. Those rods made this move impossible. I retied his hands and I stood upright, leaning back against one of the supports of the porch roof, my cock protruding through my opened fly. Titus was hesitant so I grasped a collar rod in each hand and pulled him close. He resisted so, holding him with one hand, I grabbed up my switch and laced it hard down across his bare back. He opened wide to yell in pain and I shoved my cock deep down his throat With me holding on the collar rods there was no way he could pull away from me.
He gagged and choked, but I kept that switch on him steadily until his face was turning purple. Then I let him go to get his breath. I’d pull him back into position again and I kept him at it for a good half-hour. He didn’t get me off. but he learned a lot that session.
The next day I put him at my cock again right after breakfast and again in the evening. There was no question about it. He didn’t like to suck cock. I gave him no choice, though. I kept him at it every day for a week until he got so he could service me at least adequately.
There was a lot he didn’t like to do. but he learned to tongue wash my balls and crotch, particularly at the end of a hot day when I’d been sweating. He learned to lick out my ass crack. Finally, I learned him to drink my piss straight down without spilling a drop. It was only after he could perform all of these duties that I considered him broken.
To celebrate I drove down one evening and picked up Moody and brought him back to my place, along with Jonathan. Jr. That night the three of us had a real party. We took turns putting Titus through his paces. Moody seemed very pleased.
“Tell you what, Jim,” he announced as we took a drink break. “I’ll trade you Sukie for Titus. You’ve trained him good. What did you pay for him? Five Hundred? He’s worth double that now. Maybe triple. One thing for sure. He’s one hell of a lot better than any prime mule I’ve ever seen.”
He laughed.
As it grew darker. Jonathan. Jr. ambled off down the hill and I bedded Titus down on the straw in the barn. It was funny to watch him try to settle down. No matter how he turned himself those rods on his collar kept his head elevated. pushing upwards against his neck, punishing him no matter how he twisted and turned. This was one night I wouldn’t need him in bed, not after his performance. Then Moody and I sat rocking on the porch, a jug placed handy between our chairs. I was very relaxed and mellow, and so was Moody.
“Moody.” I began. “On that day coming back from Tom. the blacksmith, you said you could tell me stories about happenings up on these hills that I wouldn’t believe. What were you aiming at?”
Moody leaned back and lit up his pipe.
“Jim, boy, you didn’t grow up here on a hardscrabble hillside farm. You don’t know how hard life can sometimes be; steady back-breaking work, sometimes hunger, no money in the house, sickness and want Well, back in these woods, strange things go on. There’s some of us think that God makes round-assed boys to ease our lives. Somewhere. somehow, we’ve got to find release, to get our pleasures. , Maybe it’s wrong, but that’s the way it is and always has been.
“Now some men get their fun one way. Some another. It all depends how they’re made. Some want women. Some use men. Me and my boys make do with Sukie. You’ve got Titus. Now take Jacko Atkins. He runs a still way back in. His product is one of the best.
“Well. Jack has special problems. He’s got to get in goods, goods like sugar and other fixings. Then he’s got to get his liquor out No truck or car can ever do the hauling up and down those trails, through the deep woods. Now, Jack and his son work three good boys they’ve trained for pack mares. They load them up like you wouldn’t believe, rope them together by their necks, and drive them in and out like a string of mules. There’s plenty of whip popping. I can tell you.
“Those three have muscles like you’ve never seen from all that toting and climbing. And their feet are toughened up like horn. You might almost stay they’ve got hooves on them like mules. And they can kick too. just like a mule.
“Sometimes they’re all back in those woods for a week or two at a time. While the still’s working the boys haul firewood and water and do the chores. There’s always work to be done. And Jacko and his son get up real randy, sitting around there, watching and waiting, tending their business. That’s when a boy comes in handy. First and foremost he’s a workhorse. But then again, he’s always handy for servicing. And Jacko doesn’t have to worry about making babies, either.
“I saw those three boys one day all trimmed up, red tassels hanging down from their heads and their pack saddles. They sure made a pretty sight And Jacko was standing there beside them, whip in hand, geeing and hawing them along.
“That’s just one for instance and I can give you plenty more. Hank Weaver is working a grown stud man down at his grist mill. Dan Tobin works a pair of full-grown boys up at the lumber camp. Like I say, maybe it’s wrong, but it sure is handy, especially when you’re up and horny. Me, I wouldn’t have it any other way. What about you, now that you’ve tried it out?”
I took a long, long swallow, and cupped my crotch with my hands.
“Jonathan, I’m right with you. I wouldn’t have it different, either. Not since I got Titus trained. I can’t imagine a better life than I’ve got here. I just hope it goes on and on and on.”
