The Comancheros originally traders soon discovered cattle and horses were very popular among the Indians. They began rustling cattle and stealing what horses they could and bring them back across the border. They soon began arranging specific meeting times and places with their Indian customers to conduct business away from settlements. The remote Panhandle and south plains area became an ideal trading ground for these transactions. Horses, mules, and cattle bearing
Texas brands were exchanged for such items as tobacco, coffee, and whiskey at popular sites like Mulberry Creek and another place known as the Canyon of Ransom. These actions of course made them fair game for the Texas Rangers and the Army soldiers who would chase them as far as the border.
Probably the most controversial aspect of the Comancheros operations was the ransoming of captives, a practice dating back centuries. At first New Mexicans had bought only captive Indians for use as mine workers or servants, but as time went on they began accepting Mexican prisoners as well as white men. Many traders made large profits from captives they had ransomed by holding them for big rewards from relatives in the settlements of Texas and northern Mexico.
Our story takes place with Randal Wickem a twenty three year old cowboy from south Texas. He hired on a cattle drive from Odessa to Del Rio. Just two days from Del Rio the cattle were stampeded by the Comancheros. This practice was common giving the Comancheros the chance to grab as many strays as possible then flee back across the border.
In the flurry of all the gunfire and excitement going on, Randal was grazed by a bullet and tumbled off his horse. His spur got caught in the stirrup. The horse pulled him a ways and down into a gully. Two of the Comancheros noticed the lone horse and went to get it. The noticed Randal unconscious and still attached to the stirrup. The two men stripped Randal of all his clothes then tied him naked across the saddle of the horse.
Vasco was the leader of this band of Comancheros who numbered ten in all. They threw water on Randal to bring him around then tied his hands together around the saddle horn. They soon returned across the border with their fifteen cattle, five horses and one naked gringo. They made camp in a wooded area by the Rio Grande. Randal quickly realized why he was brought along. He was their amusement!
They tied his arms behind his back then placed a pole across his shoulder blades and under his arms. They tied his arms to the pole which made his chest stick out. Vasco grabbed Randal by the testicles and yanked him in close.
"My cock is hard! You will give me some pleasure. Or, I'll cut your balls off!" Randal was too frightened to speak he just nodded his head in agreement.
The huge cock of Vasco rammed deep into Randal's throat causing him to choke and cough. Vasco slapped Randal hard across the face twice. "Suck my cock, gringo! Before I cut your balls off!" Randal quickly complied sucking in and out up and down as fast as he could. It was difficult without his hands to hold the throbbing shaft. Suddenly he felt the hot sperm spewing into his mouth.
Vasco grabbed Randal by his nose and pinched the nostrils closed. Randal had to choice but to swallow the mouth full of semen in order to breathe. The Comancheros all laughed at Randal knowing what just happened. That was just the beginning for Randal that evening. The other Comancheros passed him around forcing him to suck their cocks. Several of them had other ideas.
Juan grabbed Randal and slung him on the ground. "Now I'm going to fill you ass with my cock!" Two other men held Randal's legs open for Juan. It was the most painful thing Randal ever felt tears ran down his cheeks. The pain soon disappeared by the time the other two took a turn.
Ricardo was the youngest of the Comancheros only eighteen but already a man. He grabbed Randal by the cock and began jerking up and down on it. Trying to be like his hero Vasco he slapped Randal across the face. "You better squirt your seed. If you don't I'll cut your balls off!"
Randal's cock was already hard and he couldn't explain why after what he had been through. Maybe it was this young Mexican man standing there masturbating him or something else he remembered but his cock was ready to explode. He groaned and tossed his head as the white juice spewed from swollen head and down Ricardo's hand. The men whistled and clapped as Ricardo milked Randal dry.
The next morning found Randal on the river bank servicing four Comancheros. A large cock was sliding in and out of his tired mouth. Vasco stepped up behind Randal and pissed all over his naked ass. He laughed as the urine dripped down the crack of Randal's ass. Ricardo followed pissing all over Randal's ass also.
Vasco tossed Ricardo a bar of soap and ordered him to wash Randal off in the river before they left. Ricardo picked up a small willow switch from the bank and cracked Randal across the bare ass. "Move your ass! Get down there in the river!" He whipped him three more times with the switch.
Randal quickly got into the water for fear he might get ass whipped some more. Ricardo rubbed the soap over Randal's body and noticing how hard his nipples were. He couldn't resist pinching and pulling on them. "That feel good to you, gringo?" He twisted them and pinched harder. He could now see Randal's cock popping its head out of the water. He reached down and grabbed hold of the stiff shaft. "I thought it would make you feel good." Ricardo reached lower and grabbed Randal by the scrotum. "You got another load of juice for me in there?"
Vasco shouted down to Ricardo it was time to saddle up and go. They allowed Randal to wear an old poncho so the sun wouldn't burn him as the rode along. That they spent the nigh in the old mine ruins of Sonora canyon. Once again Randal was passed among the men to be used as they pleased. This time to add to the humiliation they made Randal beg to suck cocks.
Vasco slapped Randal across the face again. "COM' on, gringo! Say it! I want to suck your big cock!" Randal swallowed hard and uttered the words after Vasco. The whole group laughed and applauded. Randal had to do it to every man he came to.
Some of the others were a little rougher. They grabbed Randal by the hair and fucked him in the ass hard. They made him stand with his legs wide open. With his manhood unprotected, they playfully slapped his cock and balls around. The last indignity was to force Randal to masturbate in front of them all as they whistled and made fun of him. "Hey, gringo! Walk back and forth and rub your cock!" "I think we should dress him like a woman. Then fuck him all night!" One man tossed him a tin plate. "Here! Let your man juice drop there. You'll have to lick it up afterwards."
Later that evening Ricardo took Randal down to another old mine shack. Securely tied to a post in the center of the room, Ricardo grabbed Randal by the testicles and pulled up hard. "I like your hard cock, gringo! I'm going to suck it. If you ever say a word to anyone. I'll cut your balls off! Understand?"
Randal quickly nodded his head. He wanted to keep his balls. Ricardo knelt down and began licking Randal's hard shaft. He even took his balls into his mouth and sucked them before putting the large head into his mouth. Randal never had his cock sucked before not even by a woman. It was the greatest feeling he ever felt. He now understood why the other Comancheros made him suck their cocks.
The sensation was more that he could stand; Randal groaned and muttered he was going to ejaculating now! Ricardo took firm hold of the cock and worked it in his mouth as Randal groaned louder he could get use to this. Ricardo pulled on his balls and sucked him at the same time. They returned to the cabin and Ricardo told Vasco he had fucked the gringo hard and long.
The next day they met with some traders. One of the men recognized Randal from another cattle drive back in Texas. He paid the ransom for Randal knowing his family would pay even more to get him back safely. That was the last time Randal ever seen Ricardo or Vasco. He spent many happy hours masturbating while thinking about his time in captivity. He regarded it as the best time of his life.
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