Message-ID: <1963eli$9707081333@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: S THOMAS BUSH Subject: PORNO TV: "The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr." Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: Important Author's Note: ------------------------ The following story was written and readied for posting at the end of June. I requested that Celeste hold her review until the story was posted. This is the last "Porno TV" story for a while. The woman with whom I lived -- and whom I called 'my wife' although we were not legally married -- passed away on July 1, 1997. Sharon Rose Haq was my 'other half'; she was the light to my dark, the up to my down, the words to my music. There was no one harder to live with, or harder to leave. I miss her. I miss her terribly. She never knew I wrote this stuff; she would probably never have approved of it in any form. But I don't feel like writing more pornography right now. I hope you understand. I will also not respond to requests to repost or email stories. All of the stories are in the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive, or can be found through 'deja.news'. For those of you who have appreciated my stories in the past, and would like to pay respects to my wife, memorial gifts may be made in the name of 'SHARON ROSE HAQ' to the WHAS Crusade For Children, PO Box 1084, Louisville, KY 40201. This charity gives 100% of its proceeds to helping handicapped children. It is a fitting tribute to someone who gave 100% of herself to others. Shelby stbush@iglou.com =================================================================== PORNO TV, The Pornographic Classic Television Network presents... =================================================================== Brisco County, Jr.'s eyes narrowed. The movement in the trees was slight, but noticable to his practiced eye. He raised his pistol, sighted carefully down the barrel, and fired. The slug struck a branch in the tree, knocking out a substantial chunk. The limb swept downward with a sharp snap, swamping the running man in leaves and twigs. Brisco dashed up, grabbed the man's arm, and drew back for a roundhouse punch. The man threw up his arms. "Don't hit me! I give!" Brisco pulled him out of the branches, and pushed him back toward where he had left Comet. "You made it too easy, Houston," Brisco smiled. "Easy? You call that easy? Three days on the trail, crawling on my belly through these woods like a reptile, wading through a swamp and finally being caught by a falling tree branch?" "But that's all part of the fun." Brisco laughed. "You have a strange idea of fun," another voice behind Brisco said. Brisco spun around, and stared into the barrel of a rifle. He looked past the open end of the gun up into the face of the man holding it. He sat tall in his saddle. "'Bad Bert' Klein," he muttered. "You might know." "You must have known Houston was heading to meet someone," Klein grinned grimly. "Come on, boy." Houston stepped past Brisco, and climbed up behind Klein's saddle. "Now drop your gun-belt, County. Slowly." Brisco unfastened his belt, and dropped it to the ground. "Now step back, five steps." Brisco followed the instructions. "Turn around." Again, because he was still at gunpoint, Brisco turned. "Now drop your pants," Klein ordered. "What?!" Brisco sputtered. "You heard me. Drop 'em." Brisco unfastened his belt and trousers, and let them drop to the ground. Klein laughed. "Whad'ya call those?" "Briefs. They're called briefs. And they're the coming thing in fashion." "Oh really?" Klein mocked. "Really. They keep my goodies up next to my body -- and away from the saddle. You really ought to ... " Brisco turned his head slightly, peering out of the corner of his eye. "Now what, Klein?" Brisco turned his head. The horse and its two riders were gone. He pulled up his trousers, stepped forward and picked up his gunbelt, and fastened it on. He whistled. "Yo, Comet!" Comet moved quickly to his side. "Can you track them, Comet?" The horse snorted, and nodded his head. Brisco swung into the saddle. Comet headed in the direction Klein's horse had gone. =================================================================== PORNO TV, The Pornographic Classic Television Network presents... =================================================================== | | | THE ADVENTURES OF | | _ __ | | |_) _ . _ _ _ / _ _ _|_ | _ | | |_) | | _| (_ (_) \__ (_) |_| | | | \/ , \_| | . | | / | | | | Original material copyright 1997 -- All rights reserved | | Please do not repost to any Usenet group without permission. | =================================================================== COMMERCIAL BREAK The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. was an unusual program to begin with. Almost a retro-western, with heroes and villians, but with a science fiction element as well as a well-developed sense of humor, it should have been a tremendous success. But it was on the Fox network. Warner Brothers, the owners of the show, under-marketed the program, and it died an unsung death after only one season, even though TV Guide included it in their "Save Our Shows" promotion. (Please note that TV Guide and the Fox network are both owned by Rupert Murdoch.) This was probably due to some inter-studio politics, because Warner was about to launch the WB network, and Warner produced the BCjr series. There were no "Brisco County" action figures, no "Brisco County" toys, no "Brisco County" clothing or t-shirts or halloween costumes... nothing. No merchandising at all. As Bowler might have put it, "Damn." So the series only lasted one season. The series is now shown in reruns on Saturdays (noon eastern time) on the TNT network. TNT promotes the show as being "Part Bond, Part Indiana Jones, and 100% cool." Very apt. Brisco was the son of a famous lawman. Harvard educated in law, Brisco turned to bounty hunting after the John Bly Gang murdered his father. He was originally in competition with Lord Bowler, a fierce, hulking black man. The two became partners about mid-season. Brisco was played by Bruce Campbell, who has turned in fine work in such tv movies as 'Tornado' and in bit parts in features like 'Congo' and the brand-new 'McHale's Navy'. He is probably best known -- beyond his work in Brisco County -- as the lead character "Ash" in the 'Evil Dead' movies. He currently has a recurring role as the boss in "Ellen". Julius Carry played Lord Bowler, and the lovely Dixie Cousins was played by Kelly Rutherford. The "Orb" subplot was the science-fiction element, but the series itself did not hinge on this one subplot. Another constant element of the show was Brisco's search for "the coming thing" -- the new product that would take the world to the next century. He encountered such things as motorcycles, rockets, zeppelins, and the phonograph ("why would anyone want to hear the same song over and over?"). Those of us who are fans are still hoping for a revival of the series -- even as a tv-movie. But as the show gets further and further away from its original production dates, that hope is getting dimmer and dimmer. The theme music and some of the incidental music were used by NBC during the Olympics and in subsequent sporting events. ........................................................... This story breaks one of my personal rules for PORNO TV stories; it started in production later than 1975. This story also continues some characters from my "Have Gun Will Travel" and "Maverick" stories, and is the concluding story in that trilogy. The dates given in the series itself placed it in the 1890's; this would be about twenty years forward from the "Maverick" story. For fans of the series, this particular story takes place just between "Hard Rock" and "Bye Bly". Now back to our show. ======================================================== The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr.: "Brass Balls" ======================================================== Chapter One: "Bowlered Over" Lord Bowler rode past the sign that read 'Hard Rock', into the short street of the small town. His horse walked slowly; it had been a long trip and they both were tired and hungry. He pulled back the reins as he approached the livery stable. A boy ran out to stand beside the horse. "Fill 'er up, sir?" the boy asked. Bowler nodded. He slipped out of the saddle, and handed the kid the reins. "Take good care of him, son. I'll be back in the morning." He pulled off his saddlebag, and patted the horse on the shoulder. The boy led the horse into the stable, and Bowler strode up the street, his saddlebag over his shoulder. He approached the doorway to the Cafe, a small smile stealing over his face. He glanced in through the window. The lady behind the counter was counting out change to a customer. He smiled more broadly. Bowler waited until the customer left, then he stepped into the doorway. The woman looked up as the doorway darkened, then a broad smile broke over her face. "James!" she squealed, "You came back! She ran around the end of the counter, and toward Bowler. As she got near him, she leaped, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a solid, wet kiss on his lips. Bowler held her tightly, her feet dangling just off the floor. ........................................................... Comet stepped out onto a dirt road. He shook his head and whinnied. "Lost it?" Brisco asked. "How could you lose it?" Comet mumbled. "Okay, okay," Brisco soothed the horse. "Don't take it so hard. Anybody could lose a trail on a well-traveled road." He looked up and down the dirt track. "Not that this one is so well-traveled." Comet whinnied. "Never mind. It's getting late. Let's go this way." He headed toward his left, following the road. ........................................................... "You must be hungry," Lenore whispered, when she finally broke the kiss. "Uh-huh," gasped Bowler. Lenore released her hold around Bowler's neck, and slid down his body to the floor. She took his hand and led him to one of the tables. He sat down. Lenore picked the saddlebag off his shoulder, carried it behind her counter and set it on the floor. "I'll be right back," she cooed. "I'll be waiting," Bowler smiled back. Within a few minutes, Lenore was back with a sizable steak. She set the plate on the table in front of Bowler. He cut off a bite, and popped it into his mouth, which spread into a wide, happy grin. Between bites, the hungry Bowler asked, "D'you know a place where I can spend the night? Some place with a soft bed and a hot bath?" "Sure do," Lenore smiled. "Where?" "How about my place?" she smiled, her eyes half-lidded. "It's just upstairs." Bowler's fork stopped halfway to his mouth. He grinned. ........................................................... Brisco knew he was approaching a small town when he started to see the rusted steel cans and debris at the side of the road. As he rounded a bend and crested a hill, he saw it lying in the valley below. "A nothing little town," he thought. "I just hope I can get a bite to eat." He rode warily, watching for Houston and Klein. He didn't spot a cafe, so he pulled up in front of the small general store. He dismounted and strode to the doorway. Stepping inside, he nodded at the proprietor, who stood behind his counter. Brisco looked around, then picked up a few staples -- some coffee and a tin of beans, and set them on the counter. "This all for ya?" the proprietor asked. "Yeah." Brisco dug in his pocket for money. "Is there anyplace in town to spend the night?" The proprietor shook his head. "Mos' folks pass through here in a hurry. They don' want to stay here long." Brisco paid for his vittles and picked them up. "Thanks," he smiled. He turned to the door. There was a man standing in the doorway. "Excuse me," Brisco said. The man stepped forward. Under the lamplight of the store, Brisco could see he was tall, with red hair streaked with silver. "Brisco County, Jr., isn't it?" the man asked. "Depends on who's asking," Brisco countered, warily. The man smiled. "Keno. Don Keno." He extended his hand. Brisco shook it, still wary. "Do I know you?" "No," Keno said, still smiling. "But I feel like I know you. Would you mind if I treated you to dinner?" "Mind? No." Brisco looked at the man. He didn't appear threatening in the least. He wasn't even wearing a gun. "But I didn't see a cafe in town." Keno smiled. "There isn't one. But there's always room at my landlady's table for one more. C'mon." He motioned, and he escorted Brisco out the door. Brisco went to Comet, opened his saddlebag, and dropped in the coffee and beans. He untied the reins, and led Comet after Keno. "So that's the famous Comet," Keno smiled. "Where's Lord Bowler? And how's Dixie?" Brisco's brow furrowed. "You seem to know an awful lot about me. How?" Keno smiled. He reached behind him to a back pocket. Brisco's hand twitched toward his pistol. Keno brought his hand around with a small book. "The dime novels, of course." He handed Brisco the small book. It was dog-eared and dirt-smeared. The cover read 'The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr.' "That's my reading copy," Keno said, and added proudly, "I've got a mint-condition collection back at my room. No eye-tracks." Brisco flipped the dime novel open. There was an illustration that generally resembled him, but differed in some details. He scanned the text. "This is trash," Brisco commented. "Somebody's taken some basic facts and made up a load of garbage around it. Things didn't happen this way." He handed the book back to Keno. "Here's the place," Keno said. "You can tie Comet up right here. I'll have a boy take him around to the stable shortly." Brisco nodded. He patted Comet's shoulder. "See you later, Comet," he said. "Does he actually talk back to you?" Keno asked. "You get that out of that dime novel?" Brisco countered. "Don't believe everything you read." Keno and Brisco went into the house. Inside, a large woman with snow white hair stood, her hands on her hips. "Did you wipe your feet?" she demanded. Brisco stepped backwards and quickly wiped his feet on the mat outside. Keno laughed. Keno made the introductions. "Mrs. Starr, this is Brisco County, Jr. Brisco, Betty Starr." "Pleased to meet you," Brisco smiled. "One more for supper," Keno said. "Always room for one more," Mrs. Starr beamed. "Especially a young stud." Brisco blushed. ........................................................... Bowler sank down in the clawfoot bathtub. It was big enough even for his large frame, and the water was nicely hot. He scrubbed himself off, washing away the dust of the trail and the sweat. When he felt he was reasonably clean, he leaned back in the tub, letting the hot water soak the strain of his muscles away. He closed his eyes, relaxing. He didn't hear the door open, and didn't realize he was not alone in the room until the fingers touched his shoulders. He jumped, splashing, looking for his weapon. "Easy... it's just me," Lenore said. Bowler turned. She stood at the head of the tub, soapy splashes of water trailing down her body. She was completely naked. "Oh. Sorry..." Bowler stood up, his manhood beginning to swell. Lenore handed him a towel, and reached for another for herself. Bowler wiped at himself, looking lustfully at Lenore's body. He stepped out of the tub, and Lenore wrapped herself around him. "Now," Lenore whispered, "about that soft bed..." ........................................................... "So," Keno said, reaching for a roll, "tell me about the Orb." Brisco's head snapped up. "What Orb?" he recovered and asked, trying to seem innocent. "You know very well what Orb," Keno leered. "You've been chasing the Orb almost as hard as you've been chasing John Bly." Brisco shrugged. "I don't know much about it, actually. 'Them', rather. There are -- or were -- three of them at one time. One was destroyed, leaving two." "So what is it -- I mean, 'are they'?" Brisco shook his head. "I don't know. You'd have to ask Professor Wickwire or Professor Cole. They know much more about it than I do." "Wickwire and Cole. Those names must have been changed in the book. I don't recognize them." "Then perhaps I've said too much," Brisco's eyes narrowed. "What do you think the Orbs are?" Keno smiled slightly. "From what I've read in the magazines, some Chinese railroad workers located one, and it gave them strength to break their bonds and escape to freedom. It cured the sick, healed the lame -- and from what I read, raised the dead." Brisco grinned. "Sounds like Jesus, not the Orb." "Perhaps," Keno nodded. "But the stories say that it has fantastic power of healing, and that's what I need." "Need? Are you sick?" "For now, let's just say 'wounded'. I have certain ...deficiencies... that I want to correct." "And you think the Orb would help?" Brisco's brow furrowed. "I think so. I'm almost convinced of it. But I need to get hold of one of them." Brisco shook his head. "No way. The government's got one of the orbs; the other's locked up -- and I don't have access to it, nor do I want to." Keno's expression revealed his disappointment. ........................................................... Bowler slid between the sheets. Lenore was right behind him, sliding her soft, dark skin against his. Bowler gave a soft moan as her lips met his, her breasts pressed against his chest, the hard points of her nipples pressing against his chest. Bowler slid his hands down her sides to the globes of her ass, massaging them gently as she kissed him, her tongue sliding between his lips to dance with his. He slipped his fingers into the crack of her ass, touching the pucker of her anus, finding her warm, wet slit. She pushed herself up on his body, allowing his fingers to explore her body more deeply, slipping into her cunt, covering them with her juices. She slipped one hand down and grasped his erection, and rubbed its large head with her thumb. She broke the kiss almost reluctantly, as she slid back down his body. His fingers slid out of her, as she positioned his cock to the entrance of her pussy. She pushed backward, his dick entering her, stretching her cuntlips as she engulfed it. Bowler took a deep breath, his eyes closing with the pleasure of her tight pussy around his organ. She smiled softly, enjoying being 'full' after so long. She settled down on his body, just lying atop him with her cunt full of cock. .......................................................... Keno slipped out the back door, and walked quietly to the stable. Wincing as the hinge on the door squeaked, he slid into the barn. County's horse, Comet, was in the second stall, the saddle draped over the side rail. "Good," Keno mumbled, "he left the saddlebag." He opened the saddlebag, and dug inside. A tin of beans, a packet of coffee, and in the bottom of the bag, something wrapped in a piece of leather. Keno pulled it out. He unwrapped it carefully. The rod was a cylinder, clear crystal, with a domed gold tip. Keno held it through the leather covering, not touching the rod itself. "Yes," he muttered. "The stories were accurate..." He brushed his fingertips along the length of the rod. A faint blue glow showed in the interior of the crystal. Keno smiled. He reached into a pouch he carried over his shoulder, and pulled out a glass bottle filled with water. He compared it to the rod. It was a little shorter, slightly larger in diameter than the rod. But it weighed about the same. Keno set the orb rod on the ground, and wrapped the bottle in the leather covering. He put it back in Brisco's saddlebag. Using the pouch to avoid touching the orb rod directly, he picked up the rod and wrapped the pouch around it. He slipped back out of the barn and into the rooming house. .......................................................... Brisco rolled over, nearly falling off the cot. He snapped to full wakefulness. The room was dark, the window open on a moonless night. He lay on the cot, listening to the sounds of the small town at night. Somewhere, distantly, there was the sound of a fiddle, the calls of night birds, and the horses in the stable behind the house. No, that was one specific horse. Brisco jumped up and dashed to the window. A dark form was walking quickly between the barn and the house, clutching a black -- something -- close to his body. .......................................................... Bowler held her as he rolled over, putting Lenore on her back. He pushed up onto his elbows, moving just his hips, as Lenore lifted her knees, wrapping her lower legs around his hips. He thrust gently at first, slowly grinding his hips into hers, pushing his cock deep inside her. She squeezed him back, her pussy grasping at his thrusting cock, her legs pressing against his ass, pulling him deeper still. Her clit pressed hard into the base of his cock; the pressure of his thrusts aroused her, teased her, prodded her toward the brink of no return. He sensed her body tightening. He slowed his thrusts, until he felt her body soften and relax again. Then he began to move once more, pushing deep inside, her body clasping at him, wanting more, wanting ... wanting... release. She gasped as the contractions began, her body quivering, her cunt squeezing at Bowler's cock. When she could finally breathe again, she looked up at his smiling face through lidded eyes. "Oh, James..." she breathed. "We're not finished yet," Bowler whispered. He began moving again -- a pelvic movement, leaving his upper body completely still. His penis thrust deep inside her, rubbing the base of his cock against her prominent and sensitive clit. She began to tremble again, her breathing short and shallow. Bowler slowed, but drove deeper, holding himself deep inside her on each stroke. She climaxed again, her pussy squeezing him. Bowler moaned, and pushed against her grip, going as far as he possibly could. He came, an explosion of sensation as his cock pumped her full of semen. He slid over to his right, rolling her over onto her side, their legs still entangled, his cock still firmly held inside her. She kissed him, tenderly on the lips, and snuggled up against him. His cock softened, but remained inside her, as she drifted into a light sleep. When he heard her breathing become even, he closed his eyes, and holding her tightly against his body, he slipped into slumber. ........................................................... Don Keno closed the door to his room quietly. He sat down on the edge of his bed, and unwrapped the orb rod. It seemed to be glowing with a faint blue. He set it down on the bed, stood up, and unfastened his pants. He dropped them to the floor. He put his hand between his legs, feeling again the scar tissue below the short stub of his penis. He reached over and picked up the orb rod again, insulating it from his hand with the pouch. He brought it around, and touched the gold tip to his penis-stub. The rod began to glow brightly. Electrical pulses shimmered along the shaft of the rod, then an extra-bright flash -- like looking directly into the sun. The rod clattered to the floor, rolling away from the bed, its glow fading. Keno fell back, unconscious, onto the bed, his groin glowing with a faint blue. ================================================================= Chapter Two: "I Wish I Was In Dixie" Brisco arose early. He was saddling Comet as Don Keno entered the stable. "Heading off?" Keno asked. "Yeah," Brisco nodded. "The trail's too cold by now. I need to get back to San Francisco." Keno smiled sweetly. "D'you mind company? I've got some business to take care of there, too." Brisco shrugged. "Saddle up," he said. "I don't have time to waste." ........................................................... The sunlight streaked through the window, directly into Bowler's eyes. He awoke, squinting and cursing. He sat up in the bed, momentarily disoriented. Then he remembered where he was. A large smile grew over his face. He looked to either side of him, but Lenore was gone. He turned, and draped his feet over the edge of the bed, ready to get up, but the door opened. "Are you awake?" Lenore asked. She was dressed in a long velvety robe. Bowler admired the way it clung to her dark skin, and revealed a nice view of her cleavage in front. "It's morning," he said. "Not in here it's not," she said. She stepped to the window and pulled down a blind, blocking the sunlight. The room dimmed considerably. She shrugged; the robe slid off her body. She climbed into the bed and onto Bowler. ............................................................. "Hold up a minute, will you?" Keno said. Brisco turned his head. "What's wrong?" Keno winced. "I need to take a whiz." Brisco chuckled. He pulled back on Comet's reins, and the big horse came to a stop. Keno halted his horse, dismounted, and dashed into the bushes. He unbuttoned his fly, and reached into his pants. "My gosh," he muttered, as he pulled out his cock. What had been a short stump was actually growing in length. As Keno examined himself, he could see the beginnings of a new glans forming on the end of his penis. He cupped himself; he felt new skin growing there, too, with the marble-sized new testicles forming within. He relieved himself, the urine splashing off the leaves of the bushes. Proudly, he tucked himself back into his pants, and gave the growing bulge a little pat. He strode manfully back to his horse. "Everything come out all right?" Brisco kidded. "Better than you know," Keno nodded. They headed off down the trail to the city. .................................................................. Lenore sat across Bowler's lap, his penis, fully aroused and throbbing, pressed against her abdomen, until she pulled herself up, allowing the tip of his penis to slide between her lower lips. She lowered herself again, impaling herself on his shaft, until she had it all inside her. She sat still; Bowler enjoying the warmth of her, the touch of her, the smell of her; Lenore enjoying the feeling of being complete, attached by her sex to the man she adored. Bowler began to rock forward and backward, slowly and gently. The motion pulled his cock in and out of her cunt. Just fractions of an inch, but a movement they both enjoyed. She tilted her hips forward, rubbing her prominent clit against him; He reached around her, grasping the globes of her black ass, squeezing the soft tissue, his fingers working toward her crack. She gasped a little as his fingertip pressed against the pucker of her anus, and gasped again as it entered her up to the first knuckle. She squeezed her sphincter around his finger, preventing further intrusion. "Oh, Baby..." she breathed, "no, no..." He wiggled his finger. She resisted again at first, but she felt herself relax, and more finger entered her, until he had his whole finger inside her. "Oh God," she breathed, "oh, God..." The orgasm swept through her almost unexpectedly; she threw her head back, gasping for air as contractions shook her body, clasping his cock inside her cunt and his finger deep inside her ass. ........................................................... The mechanism moved with a solid CLACK. The man behind the machine pressed hard on another key. Another CLACK. The man grinned. His friend Sam Clemens had been right. The future of writing was indeed the typewriter. Now, if only the keys had been laid out in alphabetical order, it would be a lot easier for his one-finger typing style. He read what he had just typed: "The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr." He settled in with his notes and began to write the next chapter of his dime novel story. One CLACK at a time. ............................................................ Later that day: Brisco and Keno rode into the city, past the venerable Carlton Hotel. Keno pulled up his horse. "Here's where we part company, Mr. County," he hollered. Brisco turned in his saddle and waved. "See you around," he called back. Keno dismounted, tied up his horse, and strode into the hotel. He stepped up to the desk and rang the bell. Moments later, a man appeared through a door behind the counter. "May I help you, sir?" "I'm looking for a man named Paladin," Keno said. "Sorry, sir. Mr. Paladin moved out a year or so ago." "Damn," Keno growled. "You have any idea where he went?" "We forwarded some of his mail to some place in Oklahoma." He fumbled with some papers in a filing cabinet. "Here it is ... New Prospect, Oklahoma, care of general delivery." Keno nodded. "Thanks." He walked back out to the street. As he got back on his horse, he touched his saddlebag, making sure the orb rod was still there. ........................................................... Comet whinnied, and turned his head to the right. Brisco followed his gaze, and his face brightened. He tugged Comet to a halt, and dropped out of the saddle. He walked Comet over to the hitching rail, and tied off the reins. "You know I have to check this out," he whispered to the horse. Comet's head nodded, and he mumbled. "No, I won't forget you're out here." He strode into the saloon, past the sign that read "Tonite Only: Dixie Cousins." ........................................................... Bowler drew his knife, and stared threateningly at his quarry. It didn't move. He thrust with his blade, followed the move with a jab with his fork, and pulled back a large piece of the steak. He popped the bite into his mouth, a large smile spreading over his face. "You like it?" Lenore asked, hovering over his shoulder. "Shore do," Bowler grinned, his mouth full. He picked up the small bottle. "Dis stuff makes it taste great. What's dis here sauce?" "Exactly," Lenore smiled. ............................................................ Brisco pushed through a large crowd of men standing in the barroom. They were all standing open-mouthed, gazing toward the stage. He glanced up at the woman on the stage, making sure it wasn't Dixie. Then he looked again. It wasn't Dixie, but she was a knockout. She wore a tight-fitting costume, corseted at her waist, allowing full breasts free reign above, with only the filmiest covering over them. He could see the pink aureoles around her prominent nipples. Her skirt was full behind her, but the front was slit right up to her -- well, to her womanhood. She wore a dark-colored undergarment, but left very little to the imagination. Brisco gulped. Dixie had worn some daring costumes before, but this woman... He suddenly noticed that she was singing. Her voice was clear and high. The words were fully articulated, and she was absolutely entrancing. He had read stories of Sirens, of the Lorelei, but had never seen or heard one before. After a moment, he shook his head, and the fog slowly cleared. He forced himself to look away from the woman, glancing around for the backstage door. Locating it, he stepped quickly toward it. As he approached, a large man stepped in front of the door. "May I help you, sir?" the big man asked politely, crossing his arms. "I'm a friend of Dixie Cousins," Brisco said. The big man smiled. "Do you know how many men use that line?" "Really?" Brisco frowned. "Okay. Just go in, and tell her that Brisco County, Jr. would like to see her." "Brisco County, Jr.? Why didn't you say so?" The big man extended his right hand. "Jim Melloy. I'm pleased to meet you. Dixie has told Crystal and me so much about you." Melloy stepped aside and opened the door. Brisco glanced up at the big man as he entered. Melloy followed him inside, and closed the door behind them. Melloy led Brisco to a door with a sparkling star on it. He tapped on the door. "Dixie? Someone here to see you." The door opened just a crack, and a peering eye appeared. "Who is it?" Brisco stepped into her line of vision. "It's me, Dix." "Brisco!" The door opened explosively, and Brisco's arms were full of Dixie. Her mouth was on his, her tongue pressing into his mouth. Her body pressed against his, and his hands could feel that she was wearing practically nothing. After a moment, he managed to break the kiss. "Dixie, shouldn't we go into the dressing room? You're almost naked." Dixie chuckled. "Don't worry about Big Jim. Crystal keeps him plenty satisfied." She turned her head to address the big man. "Thanks, Jim. Give me a warning when Crystal starts her last number." Melloy nodded, and returned to his post at the stage door. Dixie led Brisco into the dressing room and pushed the door closed. "Crystal... That's the girl on stage, right?" Dixie smiled. "Good deductive reasoning. She's married to Big Jim. Came out here from some place in Kentucky, and we fell in together. I've been using her as my opening act, but I think she's good enough to tour on her own." "She's good, all right." She chuckled again. "Unless you've recently started smuggling baseball bats, she's had an effect on you." Brisco glanced down at himself and blushed. "How do you know it's not all for you? After all, you're standing there in almost nothing." "A woman knows," Dixie said, sauntering up to him. She reached down and stroked Brisco's erection through his pants. "But I also know how to take advantage of the situation." She opened Brisco's fly with very little difficulty, reached in, and pulled out his cock. Holding it with her fingers, she slipped down to her knees, and engulfed his cockhead with her mouth. "Dixie, I... Dix..." Brisco sputtered, "Oh, God, Dixie..." Her tongue slid around his organ expertly, while she sucked gently on his glans, her fingers stroking the rest of his shaft, her other hand cupping his balls. She felt his balls tighten, and clamped her lips just behind the ridge of his cockhead, just as Brisco's cock jerked and filled the back of her mouth with his seed. Dixie leaned backwards, smiling, with just the hint of a drop of come at the corner of her mouth. There was a tap at the door. "Last song, Miss Dixie," Melloy's voice said. "Thanks, Jim," Dixie called. Then to Brisco, she whispered "Will that hold you over until after my show?" Brisco nodded, wordlessly, grinning. "Now get out of here -- I need to get dressed without any distraction." ........................................................... Don Keno walked down the street, somewhat disappointed that he couldn't confront Paladin. As he walked, he felt an old, familiar feeling in his pants. Something he hadn't felt in twenty years -- a full feeling -- almost as if his pants didn't fit anymore. He stepped between buildings, then glanced both ways to make sure he wasn't being seen. He reached down into his pants and felt himself. By golly, his whole shaft had regrown. He could feel a fully-formed glans at the end of his cock, under a complete foreskin. He reached further down. The new scrotum was filled with two nicely-sized testicles. He adjusted himself in his pants. If anything, he was larger now than he had been before Paladin and the Mavericks had gone after him. Proud of his newly-restored manhood, he strutted back out into the street, a self-satisfied smugness showing in his face. ........................................................... Brisco stepped up beside Big Jim at his post at the stage door. He glanced up at the stage, where Crystal was just finishing her song. As she finished, the lights faded down to darkness. No longer entranced by the vision of Crystal's bosom, the crowd began to clap, then stomp and cheer. The cheering continued as the lights brightened again. Crystal bowed, deeply. There was an audible gasp from the men in the crowd as her breasts bobbed and bounced. Crystal slipped offstage as the applause continued. "C'mon," Big Jim nudged Brisco. "I want you to meet my wife." A comic took the stage, and began cracking jokes unheard by the unruly crowd. Melloy led Brisco back through the stage door, and threw a bolt, locking it from the inside. They stepped up to a dressing room across the hall from Dixie's. Jim tapped at the door. "Crys... It's me." The door opened immediately. The woman beamed as Jim swept her into his arms for a big hug. "Best show yet," Jim whispered. "You always say that," Crystal giggled. "So who's your friend?" "Crystal Melloy, meet Brisco County, Jr." Crystal extended her hand, and Brisco shook it. "I've heard an awful lot about you," she said, smiling. Brisco blushed. She had not changed out of her stage costume, and in this light, her top was totally transparent. Her breasts were smooth, firm and round, the nipples pink, hard and distended. Jim whispered something in her ear. She nodded, and reached behind the door. She brought around a shawl, and threw it over her shoulders, covering herself. Brisco blinked, and recovered his senses. "Now you can look me in the eye," Crystal winked. "Sorry," Brisco blushed. "Was I staring?" Melloy laughed. "Don't worry about it. Everyone does. It's what makes her a hit on stage." "Hey, I SING, too!" Crystal laughed. Dixie's door opened, and she emerged, in costume for her performance. Brisco smiled; her costume was just a little more daring than he had seen her wear before. The top was ... skimpier, allowing more of her full breasts to spill out. Her waist was cinched into a tight corset, and her hips were covered by a skirt with a bustle, but like Crystal's, it was split up the front, giving a full view of her lovely legs clear up to her crotch. Her crotch. Brisco's gaze was arrested as he looked at the dark patch of curly... lace over her pubis, contrasting to the skin-tone tights she wore. "Don't drool, Brisco," Dixie laughed. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "At least not now." She sashayed toward the stage. "Let's go listen while Crystal changes," Big Jim said to Brisco. Brisco nodded, still watching Dixie walk. ........................................................... Don Keno strode manfully down the street. Ahead of him, two men were approaching. They split as Keno walked on, passing him on each side. When they got past him, they turned and stopped. One of the two men held a small object. He pointed it toward Keno. The object glowed with a deep blue. The two men glanced at each other, then followed Keno at a discrete distance. =========================================================== Chapter Three: "Is That An Orb Rod In Your Pocket, Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?" Bowler stared again at the telegram slip in his hand. "What I want to know is how in hell he knew I was here." They sat on her bed, Lenore sitting behind Bowler, who was perched on the edge of the bed. Lenore looked over his shoulder, her cheek against his neck. "I guess it doesn't matter," she whispered. "We'll just have to delay what I had planned." "Planned?" Bowler asked. "It doesn't involve a white dress and a preacher, does it?" Lenore smiled. "Why? Does that scare you?" "Some." Bowler nodded. "Not as much as it used to, though." Lenore slipped her arms around him, low -- around his waist. Both hands reached his groin, and gripped his massive member. "Still, there's life left down there, and time before you have to leave to get back to 'Frisco..." "Yeah," Bowler smiled. He turned his face toward hers, and was met with warm, willing lips and tongue. ........................................................... Don Keno strolled past his horse. He was feeling so good -- so manly -- that he wanted to enjoy it a little more before setting off toward Oklahoma. The two men following him watched as he paused a moment in front of a saloon. The one carrying the glowing object scanned the area while they waited. The key glowed brightly when pointed toward a horse tied in front of the Carlton. The key-carrier motioned to the other man, who nodded and followed Keno on down the street. The key-carrier stepped over to the horse, and looking both ways, opened the saddle-bag. He reached in and pulled out the leather-wrapped Orb rod. Smiling, he stuffed the rod into an inner pocket of his overcoat, and quickly caught up with his companion. ........................................................... Brisco stood at the foot of the stage, gazing up at Dixie as she danced and sang. Each time she twirled, her skirt flew away from her long legs, revealing her pubic lace, and the crowd of men gasped, thinking they were seeing the real thing. Brisco smiled, knowing the 'secret'. He could feel Big Jim's presence behind him, and wondered that he could concentrate on keeping watch at the stage door and watch Dixie's performance at the same time. Outside, Don Keno walked up to the door, and examined the poster. ........................................................... Bowler rode reluctantly toward San Francisco, remembering the sweet softness of Lenore and cursing Socrates Poole. What could be so damned important that Poole should telegraph him and order him away from his woman? Suddenly, his horse stopped short. Bowler nearly went over the saddle horn, but recovered himself quickly. "What is it, fella?" he asked. "Geez-us," he thought, "I'm beginning to sound like Brisco." He looked all around him, but saw nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing. He nudged the horse's side with his boot heel. "Gidap." The horse stood still and shook its head. "Stubborn fucking horse," he griped. He dismounted, pulling his sawed-off shotgun from over his shoulder, and walked down the road, on alert. Zing! Something stung Bowler's arm. He whirled, the shotgun went off, the scattering shot echoing through the leaves of a tree. Bowler looked down, and saw a short, feathered shaft sticking out of his left arm. He holstered his shotgun, grasped the shaft, and tugged on it. It came out cleanly. The tip had a smooth, metal point, but no barb. It was about six inches long, painted in a bright yellow. The dart went suddenly out of focus. Bowler looked up. The world started spinning around him, growing darker, closing in... He collapsed to the dirt road, senseless. ........................................................... Don Keno sidled along the back wall of the saloon. All eyes in the place were on the woman on stage -- an attractive blonde singing and dancing, wearing a skirt that split in the front to reveal a faux beaver. Two men stood in front of the door to the backstage area -- one of them was Brisco County, Jr., and the other was familiar -- yes, it was Big Jim Melloy. He'd gotten a little greyer in twenty years, but it was the same man. Keno got a cold chill, remembering twenty years back, the glint of a knife in the horse barns in Louisville. He narrowed his eyes, intent on his goal. He slid down the wall. Brisco and Melloy were distracted. Keno eased the door open, and slid through, easing the door closed behind him. He tiptoed down the short corridor, noting the name "Dixie Cousins" on one door, and "Crystal Melloy" on the other. He listened at Crystal's door, and heard someone inside. He turned the knob. The door opened. After all, why should she lock the door with her husband standing outside? He glanced quickly around the small room. A woman was behind the screen, a costume dress thrown over the top. Keno quietly turned the latch, locking the door, and stood silently waiting, until Crystal stepped out from behind the screen. She was completely naked, reaching for a gown. She spotted Keno, and started to scream. Keno rushed forward, grabbing her mouth, stifling the sound. "Don't do that, dearie," he said, meanacingly. "It's been a long time, Miss Crystal." Keno let her go. She stepped back, covering herself as best she could with her hands. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. "Where's Jim?" "Oh, he's outside, not doing his job," Keno smiled. "That woman on stage -- Dixie Cousins is it? -- she's quite attractive. As are you." "What do you want?" "Oh, I have a very specific plan in mind," Keno murmured. "Beginning with this..." He opened his trousers, and his cock popped out. "Oh my god," Crystal whispered. "I thought you ... I mean ... How?.." "I see you've noticed my new equipment. I've been restored, and I've got some catching up to do." He stepped forward again, and grabbed Crystal by the arm. He pushed her down to her knees. "Now suck me, you bitch." He thrust his cock into her mouth. Crystal resisted, turning her head. Keno grabbed her head, turning it back toward him, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Crystal whimpered until her air was shut off; then she gagged. "Then if you won't suck, you'll fuck." Keno pushed her back, grabbed an ankle, and pulled up. He knelt down between her open thighs, and levelled his cock at her cunt. "No," Crystal whined. "No. No. No!" "Quiet! Or I'll kill you!" Keno thrust, the tip of his cock forcing itself between her dry vaginal lips. Keno looked down at himself; his new cock was very large -- even larger now that it was erect. And in the dim light in the room, it seemed to glow a little bit with a blue color. He thrust again, but made little headway into her tight, dry pussy. He was too big for this bitch -- at least without some lubrication. He thrust again -- and heard a noise at the door. "Crystal? Are you all right?" Melloy's voice sounded worried. "Why is the door locked? Crystal?" Keno put a hand over Crystal's mouth. BLAM! The door flew open, splinters from the broken door frame flying across the room. Brisco leaped into the room, his revolver drawn. Behind him, Big Jim Melloy roared. He grabbed Keno, and tossed him up agaist the far wall of the room. Keno slid down the wall, his cock stiff and throbbing, a meanacing stare frozen into his unconscious form. Melloy kneld down beside his wife. "Crystal, are you..." "I'm not hurt," Crystal croaked. "I'll be fine." She stood up, grabbed her robe, and wrapped it around her. "But what I don't understand, is how..." "Look!" Melloy pointed. "What's that glow?" The three of them looked at Keno's body. While the rest of him was limp and unconscious, his penis seemed to have a life of its own. It throbbed and pulsed, and a faint blue glow seemed to eminate from it. "That glow is very familiar," Brisco said, holstering his gun. "Tie him up." "That won't be necessary," another voice said. Brisco turned. Two men were standing in the doorway of the dressing room. One of them held a glowing key, the other a loaded Colt. ........................................................... Bowler awoke, groggy. He was at first aware of a burning sensation in his arm, then as he regained more consciousness, there was more pain -- the pain of stretched and sore muscles. He tried to wipe his face, but his hand wouldn't move. He opened his eyes. The room was dark; he couldn't see his hand in front of his face -- even if he could get his hand in front of his face. He wasn't paralyzed -- he could feel a restraint around his wrist. He tested each of his joints. Apparently, he was bound against a wall, his arms up and his legs apart, like a big black X. There was something else -- something was pulling downward on his penis. He tried to push himself away from the wall, but discovered another restraint, around his waist. "Hey!" he shouted. "Hey!" Only silence in response. "Damn." ........................................................... "You must be Brisco County, Jr." "You have the advantage of me, stranger." Brisco's eyes narrowed. "And I intend to keep it." He motioned with the revolver. "Drop the gun-belt." Brisco unfastened the belt, glancing over to Crystal. Crystal saw the glance. She dropped her arms, and allowed the robe to fall to the floor. The men stared at her naked body. The momentary lapse was all Melloy needed. He leaped forward, and brought his hand down on the intruder's wrist in a chopping motion. The revolver clattered across the floor. Brisco jumped toward the other man, landing a roundhouse punch on the man's chin. Melloy turned the (former) gunman around and pressed him up against the wall, one arm twisted painfully behind him. The other man fell to the floor, his overcoat flying open. The leather-wrapped Orb rod slid out of the inner pocket, and rolled over toward Keno's body, still propped up against the wall. As it rolled, the leather wrapping unraveled, and the naked rod ended up nestled between Keno's legs. "Oh my gosh!" Crystal gasped, clutching her robe back around her again. "Look!" Keno's entire body was glowing blue. His head snapped up, his eyes opened. The blue glow brightened. He picked up the rod, and stood. Brisco glanced down at the glowing man's penis, which was still outside his trousers. It might have been his imagination, or the glow it was producing, but the damned thing looked bigger still. It was almost as big around as the man's arm, and the two testicles hanging below were the size of cantaloupes. Keno gestured, throwing his hand forward. Melloy and Brisco were thrown against the wall by an unseen force. The two intruders lay still. Crystal stood mute, frozen with fear. Keno gestured again, and her robe flew off, landing in a heap against the wall. Keno strode up to her, and wrapped one arm around her. He picked her up like a straw doll, and stalked out of the room, and down the hall. The stage door opened in front of him, banging against the wall of the saloon. Keno strode into the saloon. Heads turned, staring. A few men started toward him. A wave of his hand, and the entire audience fell backward, several tumbling over tables. Dixie stopped singing, and stepped to the edge of the stage, a look of horror on her face. Keno glared at her, then walked toward the front door. Dixie dashed backstage. In the dressing room, Brisco shook his head as he rose. Bad idea. He grunted with the pain. He bent over one of the two still-unconscious men in black and turned him over. A black folded-leather case slipped out of a pocket. Brisco picked it up. Melloy sat up, a hand to his head. "Crystal!" "She's gone," Brisco grunted. "I expect Keno's got her. Oh, shit." "What?" "These men are government agents. Secret Service." "Damn. What did they want with you?" "Information, probably. They already had the Orb rod." Dixie ran breathlessly into the room. "He just left... glowing like a firefly, with his dick sticking out -- way out -- in front." "Can you catch him?" Melloy asked. "I'm going to do my best." Brisco dashed to the front of the saloon, untied Comet from the hitching rail, and jumped into the saddle. "Which way did they go, Comet?" Comet jerked his head to the right. "Then let's ride!" Comet struck out in a gallop, leaving a cloud of dust. Dixie stood at the front door, looking after him. =========================================================== Chapter Four: "Houston, We Have A Problem" Bowler raised his head at the sound. It was a clank, a scrape, and the creak of a rusty pair of hinges. A little light entered the cell. "Get in there!" a voice shouted. There was also the sound of a feminine whimper. A familiar feminine whimper. "Lenore!" Bowler shouted. The room was flooded with light as Lenore was pushed into it, followed closely by a man with a flaming torch. Quickly, Bowler glanced around the room, memorizing what was where. He saw that in one corner of the cell was his clothing, the butt of his sawed-off shotgun protruding from under the pile. If only he could... Lenore fell on her knees, and rolled over to her side with a cry of pain. "Don't hurt her, or I'll..." Bowler growled. "You'll what?" the other man snarled. "I don't think you're in any position to threaten anyone." "I'm sorry, James," Lenore whimpered. "I never thought they'd..." "Shut the hell up, woman," the man snarled. "What's she talking about?" Bowler demanded. The other man put the torch in a wall sconce. He dusted off his hands. "It seems your girlfriend was pursuaded to help us trap you." "They raped me," Lenore whimpered. "And they promised to do it again and again if I didn't..." Her speech was cut short by a cry of pain as the man kicked her. Bowler strained against his restraints. "Down, boy," the man said, smiling evilly. He turned toward Bowler and chuckled. "All we want is the Orb rod." "What are you talking about?" "The rod your friend Brisco County pulled out of the Orb that John Bly stole. They put the Orb in the bank vault, but he took out a rod so it couldn't be powered up." "Sounds like you know more about it than I do," Bowler moaned. "Maybe. But you're going to help us get that rod." There was another creak of hinges. "Sounds like Klein has arrived." 'Bad Bert' strode into the room. "Everything all set, Houston?" "He still seems a little feisty," Houston said. "But that'll end." Klein stepped over to the woman on the floor. He bent down, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her over to a low bench. Bowler could see some straps and iron rings on the floor on each side of the bench. Klein threw her over the bench. "Give me a hand, Houston." The other man stepped over, and began tying Lenore's hands to rings on one side of the bench, while Klein fastened her feet on the other side. She was bent over the bench now, face down, her ass in the air. Klein reached down and pulled Lenore's skirt up, throwing it over her upper body. He pulled a knife from a belt sheath. He slipped the blade under the waistband of her bloomers, and pulled slowly down. The fabric parted, and Lenore's bare ass appeared. Bowler strained against the restraints futilely. Klein slapped her ass. Lenore screamed. Bowler grunted, pulling at the chains. Houston chuckled. Klein unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled out his cock. Stroking it to erection, he turned to Bowler and smiled. "Now watch carefully, big boy." He turned back to Lenore, and placed his cock at her dark, puckered anus. Houston chuckled. Klein thrust once. Hard. Lenore screamed as Klein's cock plunged deep into her asshole. ........................................................... There was a wagon with a two-horse team in the ditch at the side of the road. Brisco pulled up, and asked, breathlessly, "Did you see...?" The grizzled old man looked up at him. "A penis riding a horse with a naked woman draped over the back?" "Sounds right," Brisco nodded. "Ran me off the road. About two minutes ago." "Thanks," Brisco said, tipping his hat. "I hope there's not too much damage." "Nothing I can't handle. But when you catch that son of a bitch, I'd like a piece of him." "You might have to stand in line," Brisco smiled. He clicked his tongue at Comet, and the big horse took off down the road after Keno. ........................................................... Klein thrust again, and again Lenore groaned. Bowler pulled against one of the chains on his arm. Was it his imagination, or did he feel a slight give that time? And was it the chain or his arm? Another thrust, another groan, another pull on the chain. It was definitely moving! Houston watched greedily as his associate reamed Lenore's asshole. "Can I go next?" he asked. Klein didn't answer. He thrust again. The next thing Houston was aware of was a slight rattle and a 'whoosh' of a chain in the air. Bowler had managed to pull one of the chains loose from its mounting, and had swung it around in a wide arc. The metal chains caught Houston across the side of his face, and wrapped itself around his head. Bowler pulled mightily on the chain, and it whipped back, spinning the unconscious -- or dead -- Houston against the wall. He swung it again, catching Klein around the waist. The chain wrapped around him. Bowler heaved it back, and Klein spun around. Bowler saw shit and blood on the man's cock. Klein pulled out his revolver. Bowler tugged on the chain as Klein fired. The bullet strayed from its intended path as Klein's hand jerked upward. Bowler felt his left hand -- still tied to the wall by its chain -- sting, then the sudden release of pressure. The bullet had knocked the pin out of the hinge of the shackle. Bowler pulled back the chain again, and cracked it like a bull whip. Klein's gun rattled across the cell. Another swing of the chain, the tip snapping against Klein's chin. The unconscious man dropped to the floor. Bowler reached down and unfastened the weight pulling down on his penis. Breathing a sigh of relief, he then turned his attention to his feet, and finally the strap around his waist. He stumbled as he dropped to the floor. Recovering, he limped over to the bench where Lenore lay whimpering. He unfastened her shackles, and held her gently while he kept an eye open for movement from Klein or Houston. ........................................................... Brisco pulled back on Comet's reins, pulling the big horse to a stop. Ahead on the side of the road was Keno's horse, riderless, nibbling on some grass. He dismounted, drawing his revolver. A small whimper from some bushes drew his attention. He turned, gun ready. Huddled in the bushes, a naked Crystal tried to cover herself, until she saw that it was Brisco. Wordlessly, she pointed down the road. Brisco nodded. Staying as quiet as possible, Brisco edged down the road, on alert. A few moments later, he saw something he could never have believed. Lying in the road was a four-foot penis, with bushel-basket-sized testicles. It seemed to be erect, pulsing, its foreskin pulled back and its glans purple and distended. Struggling against the weight of it, Brisco saw a weakened and pale Don Keno. In one hand, he held the Orb rod, which was glowing brightly. "Stay back," gasped Keno. "Keep away from me!" "Let go of the rod, Keno. It's killing you." Brisco said, calmly. "No! No! I've got to get to Oklahoma! I've got to..." Keno whined. He pushed the head of his penis toward Brisco. "Watch out," Brisco warned. "That thing might be loaded!" Keno stroked the cockhead with one hand. The penis glowed blue and pulsed. "You bet your ass it's loaded. Stay back!" Brisco holstered his revolver, and raised his hands in front of him. He took a step backwards. "Uh-oh," Keno gasped. "I can't stop it! It's going to..." The penis jerked. A stream of white goo gushed from it, landing in a puddle at Brisco's feet. It glowed faintly. "Yuch!" Brisco jumped backwards, as a second gush issued from the giant cock. "These are my favorite boots!" Keno was reeling, his eyes half closed. Brisco could see that the glow from the Orb rod was getting brighter, and Keno's body was beginning to glow as well. "Let go of the rod!" Brisco ordered. "Do it now!" "No..." Keno almost whispered, his strength completely gone. "Ohhhhh..." Brisco watched helplessly as Keno writhe as the penis began to glow. Then Keno's body began to shrink, his legs shortening visibly. Brisco stepped forward, avoiding the puddle in the road. But there was nothing he could do. Keno's legs were completely gone, and now his arms were sliding back into his torso, leaving just his hands at his shoulders. Keno's eyes were wide, disbelieving. And they stayed that way as his neck slid into his torso, until only a tuft of silver-tinged red hair was showing between the man's shoulders. Brisco thought he was going to be sick. Keno's torso began to shrink, being drawn into the giant penis. But as disgusting as it all was, Brisco couldn't keep his eyes away from the phenomenon. Keno was gone. All that was left was the penis, lying on the roadway, beginning to become limp. It quivered, and the shaft bent, turning the glans toward Brisco. The slit on the tip moved. "Help me," it said, in Keno's voice. ........................................................... Klein's hand moved. Not very far, but it moved. His eyes opened slowly. He tried to move his arms, but they were bound. His legs also failed to function. As consciousness came back to him, he figured out where he was. He was strapped face down to the bench where he had tied Lenore. "Wake-up time," Bowler said, his voice low and threatening. Klein felt something behind him. He realized that he was naked from the waist down, and that something was touching his anus. He held his head up, turning it as much as he could to look behind him. He saw Bowler standing there, naked. Something large and black was in Bowler's hand. "What are you going to do? Fuck me up the ass like I did your girl?" Klein's voice cracked. "Not with my dick," Bowler smiled, grimly. "Hell, I wouldn't even fuck you with Houston's dick -- which I could do because he had a hell of a hard-on when he died." He held up the device in his hand. "But I will fuck you with this." Klein's eyes widened. "Oh, shit!" "Shit is right," Bowler growled, touching Klien's anus with the barrel of the sawed-off shotgun. "I'll have to buy me a new gun." He shoved the shotgun, and it slid slowly into Klein's asshole. Klein screamed with pain as the metal barrels stretched his orifice. A trickle of blood dripped down toward the man's limp cock. Bowler shoved again, and six inches of the shotgun slid into Klein. "How does that feel, ass-fucker?" Klein screamed again. Bowler let the sound subside before he cocked the shotgun, so that Klein could hear the mechanism click. "Oh God," Klein whispered, "No, No! NO!" Bowler pulled the trigger. ........................................................... Brisco stared at the giant cock as it twisted upward, resting on the testicles in an upright position, like some kind of obscene snake. The shaft bent, the cockhead 'looking' at him. Brisco pulled out his revolver and pointed it toward the thing. Where to shoot? He fired, putting a round into the cockhead. Then another round into the middle of the shaft, then a round each into the testicles. The Penis gurgled, blue-glowing blood flowing from the wounds and the slit in the tip of the glans. It fell over backwards, writhing for a moment before it became still. Then before Brisco's eyes, it began to dissolve, until it was a mere puddle of black liquid in the roadway. The Orb rod lay in the middle of the puddle, the blue glow disappearing slowly. ........................................................... "Is he dead?" Lenore whimpered. "Nah," Bowler said, wiping off his gun with Klein's shirt. "He just fainted. It was almost as good as having the damn thing loaded." "Should we send Sheriff Viva back for him?" Lenore asked. "Tomorrow," Bowler replied. "Maybe. Maybe the day after." Bowler paused a moment, looking at the dead Houston lying on the floor, his cock still hard and stiff. "Wait. I've got an idea." He picked up Houston's body, and tugged it over to Klein. He propped the dead man over the unconscious one, knelt down and pointed the dead man's erection at the Klein's bloody asshole. Then he stood up, put a foot on Houston's butt, and shoved it down. The dead cock slid in. "Serves the bastard right," Lenore smiled. Bowler took Lenore's hand and led her to the door. ........................................................... Later... "So that's the story," Brisco said. "Don Keno became a giant penis, and the Orb rod's in the bank vault with the Orb -- where it's safe." "I do wish I could have seen that," Dixie smiled. "But then, if you've seen one giant cock, you've seen them all." Her fingers were wrapped around Brisco's cock. They were lying naked in Dixie's bed, a four-poster with a soft feather mattress, and smelling sweetly of Dixie's perfume. "This one's big enough for me -- even if it doesn't glow blue," she smiled. Dixie flexed her fingers, and Brisco's cock throbbed. She moved around over him, straddling his hips. She held his cock upright, as she raised herself up. She smiled, licking her lips, her eyes half closed, as she lowered her body onto and his, sliding herself around his cock until he was fully inside her. She arched her back, her breasts bobbing a bit. Brisco reached up and pinched her pink nipples between his fingers. "Mmmmm," she moaned, moving her hips in small circles, rubbing her prominent clit against his pubic bone. She smiled down at him. There was a tap at the door. "Ignore it, it'll go away," she murmured, leaning forward, draping herself over Brisco's body. She kissed his cheek. There was a tap at the door. Dixie began to flex her hips, drawing Brisco's cock in and out of her cunt, a slow, deliberate motion, which pressed her clit against the base of his organ with each stroke. There was a tap at the door. "Awww, shit," Dixie whispered. "Hold that thought, Brisco." She pulled off of him, and dragged a sheet over his body -- a sheet that tented over his erection, she noted. She grabbed a robe and threw it over her shoulders, holding it together in front. She opened the door a crack. "Socrates, what do you want?" she asked the thin fellow. "Miss Dixie," Socrates said, removing his derby hat. "Is Brisco here?" "Yes, he's here, but he can't talk to you. He's busy." "Busy?" Socrates blinked at her, then his gaze drifted downward. He noted that her robe didn't quite cover Dixie's frame, and one pink nipple was showing through a gap in her grip. "Oh God," he began to stammer. "I-I-I'll come b-b-back l-l-later." "Maybe tomorrow," Dixie drawled. "Or better yet, the day after." She closed the door, and threw the bolt. Shrugging off the robe to land in a pile on the floor, she sashayed back to the bed. She threw off the sheet, and climbed back into the bed. Brisco whispered, "Who was that?" "Your Boswell," Dixie shrugged, reaching for Brisco's cock, guiding it back into her. "My Boswell?" Brisco asked. "Socrates Poole." "Why do you call him 'my Boswell'?" "You do know he writes those stories for the dime novels, don't you?" Dixie slid down Brisco's cock. "Mmmm," he moaned. "No, I didn't. But it all fits." "You bet it fits. Fits pretty well, I'd say." She began to move up and down, using her legs to lift herself up and lower herself again. Her breasts bobbed invitingly. Brisco reached up and pulled her upper body toward his. As he kissed her, he rolled over so that she was under him. He began to thrust, using just his hips, slowly. Dixie met each stroke with a forward-and-back movement of her own, tightening her vaginal muscles around Brisco's large, veined cock. As her breathing became shallow, Brisco speeded up his stroke, until with a small "Ooop", Dixie's cunt squeezed tight around him, and Dixie brought her legs up to clamp him inside her. Brisco was about to come, too, and as she relaxed, he pushed into her as deeply as he could and he erupted. 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