Brent and Nathaniel’s Appalachian Trail Hike
© fiorno67, JValdez 2011
The pure mountain air and mist was a welcome awakening to brothers Brent and Nathaniel, on their annual hike along the Appalachian Trail. Starting at the Maine headlands, they had made it their version of spring break since late High School and now college, and were in the middle of Virginia, high in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Previous treks had been relatively unremarkable, except for the year that a black bear surprised them in the middle of the night, but decided against “the other white meat” that time. Just as they were getting ready to put down for the night, Nathaniel had slipped and twisted his right ankle very badly; Brent had performed first-aid on it, but it was obvious that more extensive care was necessary. Because they both were nursing majors, with an interest in physical education, their bodies were remarkably fit, but this injury reminded both that it was at least a full day’s hike to the nearest town with appropriate facilities. Nathaniel had passed a very restless and painful night. “Brent, I think we will be delayed today—I just can’t stand on it right now”, Nathaniel informed Brent. “Bummer, bro”, Brent answered; “I know it’s painful, but I think if we chill out until noon or so then check you out that maybe it’ll be better”. “Here, let me change the bandage”, he instructed his younger brother, and unwound and then reapplied it to Nathaniel’s ankle and muscular calf for support. They were intimately familiar with one another’s bodies. In fact, they were so comfortable with each other that the term “Bromance” could have been coined for them; they hugged each other at emotional moments, put their arms around each other’s shoulders after strenuous games, and obviously loved each other. As brothers. As attractive as they were, friends and family loved invite them to all types of social functions, because they always lit up a room, striding in together, more often than not with the current girlfriend (or a wife in Nathaniel’s case) in tow. Brother love.
The morning mist gave way to brilliant sunshine, and then softer afternoon light, as Nathaniel and Brent dozed off with little cat naps. The peaceful afternoon was shattered by two local mountain men, who had just arrived at their little camp. “Ain't ya learned to walk yet? Aint ya learned to run... aw, thought you townie boys were SMART! Well, c'mon, git, we need to get ya patched up! And yer just in time for dinner”, cackled the larger of the two overalled men. Brent and Nathaniel looked at each other, slightly weary, but what choice did they have? They'd have to get Nathaniel off that leg . . ."Hang in there, bro", Brent said, "We'll call the hospital as soon as we get to their place."
"Call? CALL? Hell, ain't been no phone 'round here for 15 years”, the smaller, more gentle of the hillbillies answered. "Tell ya what, we'll send one o' the youngin's to town and fetch the doc, alright?" offered the big one, It wasn't long until the brothers found themselves in a ramshackle house, stepping carefully onto a whitewashed porch decorated with junk even a trash yard would refuse to stock. "Big fellah, what's yer names?" the big man asked. "My name's Brent, and this is my brother, Nathaniel. We gotta thank you for helping out. We weren’t at all looking forward to getting back on our own", Brent answered. "Well, friends call me Job, and this is my cousin Jeb", The larger of the hillbillies laughed. "Y’all townies really need to learn to watch where yer goin!" Jeb walked over and grabbed Nathaniel from his older brother. "I'll take 'im back to the bedroom and get 'im cleaned up while you relax a spell”, Jeb noted. Job glanced at Brent and repeated ,"Yeah, you relax a spell, wait here while Jeb and the womenfolk take care o' yer kin." Unbeknownst to Brent there were no womenfolk in the bedroom, indeed, no one else in the house at all, but the line of skulls hanging on the walls hinted that these two brothers weren’t the only ones to have visited.
Exhausted and groggy from efforts to reach the house, Nathaniel began to stir as he was led in, regaining his senses. "Wh-- where am I" He mumbled. "No place ya need to worry ‘bout," Jeb explained. "You hurt'cherself in the woods, we're here to take care of you. Come on... lets get those nasty ass clothes off ya." Jeb continued. “Wait... no, wait!" Nathaniel protested. "Where's Brent?" he anxiously asked. "Shut yer mouth, boy!" Jeb yelled as he smacked the boy across the face. "And git yer kit off!" Jeb began to slowly undress Nathaniel; Nathaniel tried his best to resist, but soon found himself nude. To his utter astonishment a gag was shoved in his mouth; he found his hands cuffed behind his back, and a noose being placed around his muscular neck. Astonishment gave way to horror as his glance upward revealed what seemed like an arrangement of wooden beams almost touching the very high ceiling of the room. ”I gots ta inspect ya’ll for damage; best not to fight it”, Jeb chuckled, and began to pull the rope of the noose running through a pulley. Nathaniel kicked and fought as his feet rose off the floor; his neck strained with the effort of supporting his muscular, fit body; trickles of sweat began to run from his neck as it’s veins became prominent and started pulsing. The muscles contracted and jerked, trying without success to free itself and the magnificent body now thrashing about under it. Nathaniel attempted to scream; the only sound escaping was a guttural grunt, unnatural and animal-like. “Y’all got’s a fine set a low hangers; lemme pull those suckers even lower”, Jeb hissed, and attached a 25 pound weight to Nathaniel’s testicles. Nathaniel’s face contorted in agony as the weight began pulling his balls lower and lower, distending his abdomen downward. Jeb grabbed Nathaniel’s hard cock and began jerking it, causing the accumulated pre-cum to splash onto his overall. “Damn!” he exclaimed, gotta work this puppy a little more!”; his fat weather-beaten fingers mauled Nathaniel’s tender cock shaft as he pumped it faster and faster. Nathaniel grunted, the cock pulsed, Jeb bit the head hard, drawing a little blood. “Cain’t cum now, partner!”, he screeched; Nathaniel’s face had turned an ominous dark blue colour; his tongue was already protruding from his lips and was an angry purple colour. Jeb sauntered to a long, narrow glass-fronted cabinet under the skulls and muttered “Well, looky looky here—this one’s from the last young pup we’all had!” and began laughed low but hysterically. His face turned red with the effort and hilarity; he returned to Nathaniel, now very quiet, and lowered his feet to the floor. After a few moments, colour began to return to his face; he coughed and attempted to clear his still-noosed neck and gagged mouth, the respite was all too brief as Jeb hauled him back up and tied the rope to a clamp on the wall. He approached Nathaniel, looked up and showed him the thing that he had retrieved from the cabinet. “Now this’un ain’t as purty as yers, but it gits the job done!” he laughed. Nathaniel was in too much distress to discern exactly what it was, but as soon as the stuffed and preserved member was shoved in his ass, he knew. Tears flooded down his cheeks, his ass wriggled and writhed to escape the long dead cock of a previous guest. As his face began to lose colour once more, Jeb again grabbed Nathaniel’s cock and started jerking it, back and forth with his rough hands. This time, as Nathaniel passed out, the cock shot an enormous load of cum that splattered the floor and everything around it. His beautiful body was quiet. Jeb pulled out a hunting knife from his overalls and knelt down in back of Nathaniel’s ankles. He held the right one firmly in his hand and began sawing through the Achilles tendon. Blood spattered everywhere. Nathaniel’s foot suddenly flopped obscenely downward, like a doll’s foot. Jeb immediately repeated the same operation on the left ankle with the same result. Satisfied with his work, he lowered Nathaniel to the floor and dragged him to the bed, tying him over the edge of the bed. Nathaniel groaned through the still-present gag with agony as his feet turned at unnatural angles and he was unable to walk. Jeb popped open his fly, taunting: "Been gittin' tired of fuckin' Job--his ass is too fat, anyway". With that, he began to ram his long skinny dick into Nathaniel's ass. Nathaniel started to buck and fight as best he could, but all he could do was scream into the gag and sob. The rape continued for nearly an hour, until with a final jerk of excitement, Jeb filled Nathaniel's ass with warm cum, flooding out around his dick. "Git in here you big strong townie-- need some help gittin' dinner ready." Job called out across the ramshackle house as he slowly unbuckled the belt from his waist. "Keep your voice down, boy!" Jeb whispered harshly, as he rounded the door quickly. Brent demanded “Where the fuck is my brother?” "I told ya yer brother was in back gitting cleaned up and tended to!", Jeb answered.
© fiorno67, JValdez 2011
The pure mountain air and mist was a welcome awakening to brothers Brent and Nathaniel, on their annual hike along the Appalachian Trail. Starting at the Maine headlands, they had made it their version of spring break since late High School and now college, and were in the middle of Virginia, high in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Previous treks had been relatively unremarkable, except for the year that a black bear surprised them in the middle of the night, but decided against “the other white meat” that time. Just as they were getting ready to put down for the night, Nathaniel had slipped and twisted his right ankle very badly; Brent had performed first-aid on it, but it was obvious that more extensive care was necessary. Because they both were nursing majors, with an interest in physical education, their bodies were remarkably fit, but this injury reminded both that it was at least a full day’s hike to the nearest town with appropriate facilities. Nathaniel had passed a very restless and painful night. “Brent, I think we will be delayed today—I just can’t stand on it right now”, Nathaniel informed Brent. “Bummer, bro”, Brent answered; “I know it’s painful, but I think if we chill out until noon or so then check you out that maybe it’ll be better”. “Here, let me change the bandage”, he instructed his younger brother, and unwound and then reapplied it to Nathaniel’s ankle and muscular calf for support. They were intimately familiar with one another’s bodies. In fact, they were so comfortable with each other that the term “Bromance” could have been coined for them; they hugged each other at emotional moments, put their arms around each other’s shoulders after strenuous games, and obviously loved each other. As brothers. As attractive as they were, friends and family loved invite them to all types of social functions, because they always lit up a room, striding in together, more often than not with the current girlfriend (or a wife in Nathaniel’s case) in tow. Brother love.
The morning mist gave way to brilliant sunshine, and then softer afternoon light, as Nathaniel and Brent dozed off with little cat naps. The peaceful afternoon was shattered by two local mountain men, who had just arrived at their little camp. “Ain't ya learned to walk yet? Aint ya learned to run... aw, thought you townie boys were SMART! Well, c'mon, git, we need to get ya patched up! And yer just in time for dinner”, cackled the larger of the two overalled men. Brent and Nathaniel looked at each other, slightly weary, but what choice did they have? They'd have to get Nathaniel off that leg . . ."Hang in there, bro", Brent said, "We'll call the hospital as soon as we get to their place."
"Call? CALL? Hell, ain't been no phone 'round here for 15 years”, the smaller, more gentle of the hillbillies answered. "Tell ya what, we'll send one o' the youngin's to town and fetch the doc, alright?" offered the big one, It wasn't long until the brothers found themselves in a ramshackle house, stepping carefully onto a whitewashed porch decorated with junk even a trash yard would refuse to stock. "Big fellah, what's yer names?" the big man asked. "My name's Brent, and this is my brother, Nathaniel. We gotta thank you for helping out. We weren’t at all looking forward to getting back on our own", Brent answered. "Well, friends call me Job, and this is my cousin Jeb", The larger of the hillbillies laughed. "Y’all townies really need to learn to watch where yer goin!" Jeb walked over and grabbed Nathaniel from his older brother. "I'll take 'im back to the bedroom and get 'im cleaned up while you relax a spell”, Jeb noted. Job glanced at Brent and repeated ,"Yeah, you relax a spell, wait here while Jeb and the womenfolk take care o' yer kin." Unbeknownst to Brent there were no womenfolk in the bedroom, indeed, no one else in the house at all, but the line of skulls hanging on the walls hinted that these two brothers weren’t the only ones to have visited.
Exhausted and groggy from efforts to reach the house, Nathaniel began to stir as he was led in, regaining his senses. "Wh-- where am I" He mumbled. "No place ya need to worry ‘bout," Jeb explained. "You hurt'cherself in the woods, we're here to take care of you. Come on... lets get those nasty ass clothes off ya." Jeb continued. “Wait... no, wait!" Nathaniel protested. "Where's Brent?" he anxiously asked. "Shut yer mouth, boy!" Jeb yelled as he smacked the boy across the face. "And git yer kit off!" Jeb began to slowly undress Nathaniel; Nathaniel tried his best to resist, but soon found himself nude. To his utter astonishment a gag was shoved in his mouth; he found his hands cuffed behind his back, and a noose being placed around his muscular neck. Astonishment gave way to horror as his glance upward revealed what seemed like an arrangement of wooden beams almost touching the very high ceiling of the room. ”I gots ta inspect ya’ll for damage; best not to fight it”, Jeb chuckled, and began to pull the rope of the noose running through a pulley. Nathaniel kicked and fought as his feet rose off the floor; his neck strained with the effort of supporting his muscular, fit body; trickles of sweat began to run from his neck as it’s veins became prominent and started pulsing. The muscles contracted and jerked, trying without success to free itself and the magnificent body now thrashing about under it. Nathaniel attempted to scream; the only sound escaping was a guttural grunt, unnatural and animal-like. “Y’all got’s a fine set a low hangers; lemme pull those suckers even lower”, Jeb hissed, and attached a 25 pound weight to Nathaniel’s testicles. Nathaniel’s face contorted in agony as the weight began pulling his balls lower and lower, distending his abdomen downward. Jeb grabbed Nathaniel’s hard cock and began jerking it, causing the accumulated pre-cum to splash onto his overall. “Damn!” he exclaimed, gotta work this puppy a little more!”; his fat weather-beaten fingers mauled Nathaniel’s tender cock shaft as he pumped it faster and faster. Nathaniel grunted, the cock pulsed, Jeb bit the head hard, drawing a little blood. “Cain’t cum now, partner!”, he screeched; Nathaniel’s face had turned an ominous dark blue colour; his tongue was already protruding from his lips and was an angry purple colour. Jeb sauntered to a long, narrow glass-fronted cabinet under the skulls and muttered “Well, looky looky here—this one’s from the last young pup we’all had!” and began laughed low but hysterically. His face turned red with the effort and hilarity; he returned to Nathaniel, now very quiet, and lowered his feet to the floor. After a few moments, colour began to return to his face; he coughed and attempted to clear his still-noosed neck and gagged mouth, the respite was all too brief as Jeb hauled him back up and tied the rope to a clamp on the wall. He approached Nathaniel, looked up and showed him the thing that he had retrieved from the cabinet. “Now this’un ain’t as purty as yers, but it gits the job done!” he laughed. Nathaniel was in too much distress to discern exactly what it was, but as soon as the stuffed and preserved member was shoved in his ass, he knew. Tears flooded down his cheeks, his ass wriggled and writhed to escape the long dead cock of a previous guest. As his face began to lose colour once more, Jeb again grabbed Nathaniel’s cock and started jerking it, back and forth with his rough hands. This time, as Nathaniel passed out, the cock shot an enormous load of cum that splattered the floor and everything around it. His beautiful body was quiet. Jeb pulled out a hunting knife from his overalls and knelt down in back of Nathaniel’s ankles. He held the right one firmly in his hand and began sawing through the Achilles tendon. Blood spattered everywhere. Nathaniel’s foot suddenly flopped obscenely downward, like a doll’s foot. Jeb immediately repeated the same operation on the left ankle with the same result. Satisfied with his work, he lowered Nathaniel to the floor and dragged him to the bed, tying him over the edge of the bed. Nathaniel groaned through the still-present gag with agony as his feet turned at unnatural angles and he was unable to walk. Jeb popped open his fly, taunting: "Been gittin' tired of fuckin' Job--his ass is too fat, anyway". With that, he began to ram his long skinny dick into Nathaniel's ass. Nathaniel started to buck and fight as best he could, but all he could do was scream into the gag and sob. The rape continued for nearly an hour, until with a final jerk of excitement, Jeb filled Nathaniel's ass with warm cum, flooding out around his dick. "Git in here you big strong townie-- need some help gittin' dinner ready." Job called out across the ramshackle house as he slowly unbuckled the belt from his waist. "Keep your voice down, boy!" Jeb whispered harshly, as he rounded the door quickly. Brent demanded “Where the fuck is my brother?” "I told ya yer brother was in back gitting cleaned up and tended to!", Jeb answered.
