Max's Cafe # 8
by Paladin
Down stairs old George and the queers had just about settled on a
price for old Bruce's services.
George though, with an eye to the future video market had,
with a straight faced, told them that they had to put Bruce
'in the mood', by wear cowboy duds, using whips and such shit.
He had explained that Bruce was a theater arts major from a
big city college, who did this scene for fun and to put himself
through college. George further explained,
"But you see he gets so tired of it, day in and day out, same old
same old. So he needs his fire lit. Now you boys look like you
could be just the type to make his day. Decked out in the right
kind of garb."
John said, "Well as long as it isn't too kinky. I mean we do have
our standards you know." John looked over at his partner for
confirmation.
Roy smiled and nodded back at his little buddy.
"Well then the price just gone up." George demanded. "If'n I got
to go do the stirring up well..." Shaking his head to signify he
wasn't happy about having to enlightening old Bruce.
"Now wait a minute. Partner. We had a deal." Roy demanded.
"Then you'll going to have to go with the flow." George related.
"Or pay double..."
"Well long as you say he needs it. I don't really see no harm, Roy."
John said shyly and the former price was just right.
"Yea well OK I'll go along, long as he really goes for it." Roy
said indicating his lover.
"Now you'll got to wear these here cowboy duds and that is all
you'll be a wearing." George spoke snidely. (It was hard to keep
a straight face while spinning the tale out soo far..)
"What?? Why isn't what we got on good enough?" demanded Roy
indicating his stylish leather outfit. He was butch right down to
his pointy Italian shoes.
"Cause Bruce don't go for just any stud muffin. He goes for his
kind of cowboys. With leather chaps and then dangly spurs, pink
hats and shit like that there." George instructed, "Why you think
he stays here to do his tricking? ..... Cowboys..... So you have to
dress up like... or the deal is off..."
"Wait a minute... Roy we'll look plumb ridiculous." John said
dejected when he saw the garb old George produced from under the
bar. The Chaps, made of vinyl, were all glittered up with sparkles
and the boots, also of vinyl, had pointy toes, and sparkles too.
(Do the phrase Rhinestone Cowboy mean anything to you?)
"This just won't do." Roy demanded. "This ain't real cowboy
stuff. This is soda cowboy stuff. We'll look plumb ridiculous.
Ain't you got something better?"
"Well Their is some real stuff, chaps, vests and shits out back.
If'n I's to rent ya.... no Max'ud kill me, I let you'll run off
with his stock. I mean... no na I can't do it." George played
them along just like a big old catfish in the big muddy,
(anything for an extra buck).
"Look let us just *RENT* the good stuff from you and you keep the
proceeds. Now that would be fair." Roy observed.
"Ya well, whats to stop you'll from running off with the hole
remuda when you'se done with Bruce. No Na I can't take the
chance....Unless.... NA..." George related with a shake of his
old head. (The hook was there just out of reach and they were
coming along just like he wanted.)
"We rent um from you and give you a guarantee. What kind of
guarantee you need?" John asked anxious to get on with the
fun.. His stiff member already threatening to tear his narrow
pants.
Old George observed that his new customers were by now three
legged men. He had um now so now, he sank in the barbed hook in
deep.
"Well I'll do the deal if'n you'll leave your own duds on the bunk
house fence as a sign of good faith that you'll return the shits
when you be done with old Burce out there."
"You mean we go in with the cowboy duds and you hold on to our
own clothes as guarantee?" Roy asked skeptically. He did not
trust the barkeep with his stuff.
"No sir. I don't want to hold your clothes. .... Just put um on
the fence there where I can see um and be sure you ain't a
trying to stealing Max's good cowboy duds." George demanded.
"Well I don't know... Roy..." John quizzed his partner. True it
would be a new scene but .....
"Anything for you Jonnie you know.. that. After all it is your
day." Roy said. (That sealed the deal.)
"Shit we drove plumb out here and I got my horn up for this
sucker so .. Yea we'll do 'er." John decided with a flurish.
The two men went out back to divest themselves of their leather
clothes and then they started to put on the 'real Cowboy duds'.
Shortly they noticed a slight problem. Their were vests, chaps, boots
with spurs and pink cowboy hats all right, but no pants and the
clothes were old and had seen better days. They also were sweat
stained and frayed.
Outraged John strode back into the bar and confronted old George in
his red silk briefs only. His dick, clearly outlining his desire to
get on with it but well it was embarrassing. dressed like this.
"What in tarnation do you spect us to do dressed like this?' John
demanded. Roy slunk in behind his partner, nodding his head. He
had his hands crossed in front of his sex but he was obviously in
heat for the encounter, or was it the sight or his lovers ass?
"Well hell man I didn't know you was going to go trapsing all
over the place, Man don't point that thing in here. Max runs a
family place in here. You'll go get out there and see old
Bruce." George demanded keeping the queers from behind the bars.
"But their ain't no pants in them smelly duds, man." John explained.
George looked incredulously at the pair and said.
"Pants??? Pants?? What do you need pants for man? You'll shy or
something? I thought you'se was interested in some old in and out
with old Brucie there. Now get on with it or get out. How the hell
you going to do the dirty with boots on and your panties down round your
ankles. Get on out of here and take off the panties, shit. I
done told you old Bruce likes the cowboy stuff. Now got on with
it! He'll just melt at the sight of those dicks." George had to
turn away to hide the mirth in his face.
The pair of fruits looked at each other and saw the twisted logic
of it. With slouching shoulders they went out back, removed the
last of their own clothes and donned the abbreviated cowboy garb.
They carefully folded their own clothes and placed them neatly on
the bunk house fence. Squaring their shoulders they observed a
stick out appendage that rairly saw the light of day.
"Well John the chaps sure do set off that old log of your'n."
Roy said getting into the spirit of the thing. The sight of his
partners penis poking out from the chaps and casting a shadow on
the worn black leather boots was plumb dick hardening to him.
"You don't look half bad your self Roy." John observed. "I guess
that old boy back there did have something bout these cowboy
duds. Why if I did not know you, I'd fall for you all over
again. Cow boy all the way."
The pair presented old George with quite a sight as they hobbled
to the little shack where Bruce was kept. The pair of them in high
heal boots, with spurs, chaps, leather vests and pink cowboy
hats was ...... well different. It was also recorded for a future
video by the hidden cameras and tape machine. Old George while
viewing this, had tears in his eyes. These old boys were going to
really light old Bruce's day.
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Bruce was imprisoned in the little shack, out back, naked, just
like the girls inside the cafe. A wide collar around his neck
that was attached to the wall. (Old Max did not show any sex
difference to his pleasure employees.)
The door opened and two men entered with their logs stiff. This
pair were horny and decked out in a parity of working cowboy
gear. Bruce whose normal customer was a horny long hall trucker
starred at the invaders with mounting fear.
"Now look here...ER... men. I am a prisoner here and I don't know
what they told you but well please help me to get away." Bruce
tried to explain.
"Well I don't know, Roy. Maybe we should..." John began in a
moment of compassion.
"John, don't be a fool, that old boy out yonder there done told
us this be part of the scene. Let's go with him. Go get down that
whip yonder and lets get on with it. I bet we could make him
dance up a storm if'n we aim for the pecker..." Roy cajoled his
doubting side kick.
John rushed over to the wall and was stymied at the selection of
leather implements.
"Which un do you think he'd like?" John asked no one in
particular.
"Don't, please don't, I don't like any of them please justr...."
Bruce pleaded..
"Bring me the long snake like un and please your self John. This
here old boy likes um all, I'll bet." Roy demanded. (His dick was
standing straight up and hard as an iron bar. It was the first
time he had had the power to whip another man and that was
intoxicating.)
John no sooner handed him the bull whip when Roy unlimbered the
thing and flexed his wrist.
SNAPPP!!! The leather sang off to the right side of the hapless
pleasure employee.
"NO NO Please don't hurt me I'll do anything you ask. Just don't
hit me with that thing." Bruce pleaded shielding his exposed nuts
and soft dick with his hands.
"Jonnie get your self down one of these here things, or try here
out. Why this here action be plumb invigorating. Just try it.
Here here take this un and see if you can dust the suckers nuts
with an underhand cut." Roy demanded of the party boy.
John reluctantly took the leather handle and promptly snapped the
handle back and hit Roy a glancing blow to the nuts... by
accident.
"DAMN DAMN THAT HURTS...JOHNIE BE CAREFUL.... Here
let me show you how it is done." Roy shouted as he snatched the whip
from a horrified John.
Bruce, who had observed the amateur handling of the whip stood up
and tried to dissuade the obvious amateurs from their whip
handling. Roy observed his target no longer protected by hands
and flexed the leather tongue out to caress the shriveled fleshy
tube.
"OHOHOHOHOOOOO GODOODOGGGOOOO" Bruce doubled over
and coiled up protecting his now stinging penis and holding his nuts in
a death grip.
"Please Please no more I'll do anything. Don't hit me with that
whip..." Bruce begged.
Roy said, "Now I think we got him going. Jonnie go get yourself
another whip. A short un you can control. I don't want any more
accidents with my nuts."
John ran to the wall and took down a short leather strap and
returned holding it up for Roy's inspection.
"Yea, that is more your speed. Now stand over to the side of him
and commence to reddening that flabby white ass of his'n."
John started out slowly and was very reluctant to stop even when
the white moons had turned red. (He too became enamored with the
power over the helpless Bruce.)
Roy stayed John's hand and ordered Bruce,
"Get on up here sucker and pleasure my old log, or I'll have him
continue to play with your ass. I might even take a turn on them
shriveled nuts of yourn."
Bruce scrambled to his knees and housed Roy's log with one gulp.
He reasoned that John would cease his playing when his friend's
dick was in Bruce's oral cavity.
John held up his hand and Roy demanded,
"Deep throat that log you queer bastard." Roy held Bruces hair
and withdrew form the moist hole. He shook his head 'yes' and
John struck the sore ass with his leather belt.
Bruce stunned looked up and opened his mouth to howl but Roy
plumbed for the floor through Bruce's body. All that came out was,
"AAAANANNUUUUUMMUUMMUMUNNNN"
"Now that is more like it." Roy observed.
From his vantage point old George thought,
Roy came in no time and Johnnie took his place. He was not as
demanding as his lover and Bruce easily got him off.
While the queers were resting and getting um up for their next go
at old Brucie the door bust open and the Marshal, with his
tailored tan uniform and pointy star burst in demanding,
"What in the Sam Hill is going on here you perverts? You men are
molesting this poor young boy. I ought to blow you away."
The long 7 1/2" barreled Colt .45, in his hand left no doubt that
he could do just that. The moment was electric. Both gays,
dressed in their abbreviated cowboy costumes, cowered there with
their now shriveled peckers covered by their hands. No argument
were possible, no defense. Then old George appeared behind the
Marshal. He hesitated not one minute. He tapped the law man
behind the left ear and down went the officer of law and order.
George then rushed over to the cowering queers shouting,
"You boys is dead meat. Marshal here got word some how and he
wants your asses..... I done cold cocked him out of it for a
while but well you boys got to make tracks out of here...Now!
Else wise when he comes too he is mad enough to get a rope
right now. Why he might even string me up with ya!""
Roy said, "But But we.... I mean we got ..."
"He'll settle for your car and clothes maybe but well if you want
to argue about it... Look over there..." George directed their
gaze over to the returning boys for their nightly fun at the
cafe.
That hog leg Colt's eye convinced them to vamoose... Pronto.
George handed them a key and said,
"My old pick up be at the corner of the building. It be full of
gas and if'n I was you'll I'd take it and run like blazes. Don't
stop till you got back where you came from. I'll try an hold um
off."
Jonnie saw the logic in that and ran out the door. Roy grabbed
the key and ran after him. Old George winked at the prostrate
Marshal. He stood up and went to the door. He started to
slowly empty the contents of the Colt in a lazy bracketing
pattern around the fleeing gays.
"Stop!!! Stop you damn queers." Marshal Wade shouted.
Then when they were in the beat up old pick up and headed east he
turned to old George.
"How did I do?" he asked George.
"Fine fine. Then old boys going to be running clear to the state
line. They sort of run funny. Must be the boots.. Well let's go
divvy up the clothes and stuff. Max gets his off the top o'
cource. " George observed as he and the Marshal moseyed to the
fence and began to pick through the garments left behind by the
fleeing gays.
"Should do this more often." the Marshal speculated.
"Na regular customers wouldn't stand for it but these tourists,
they be easy pickings." George told him.
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Upstairs Max heard the shooting and looked out at the fleeing men
in pink cowboy hats. They jumped into the old pickup and tore out
of the parking lot.
Max smiled.
Max walked over to the wall and unhooked Sonias tethering.
"Come along little doggie. The boys are going to love them lips
o' yourn." he said as he dragged the naked blond away from her
friend and down the stairs to the bar.
