For the past six years, he had been the Wandering Gentile, driven by fear and shame from ranch to ranch. Luke had two secrets of which he was intensely ashamed and which he tried his damnedest to hide. One was that he had no balls. The other was that he was a cocksucker and bunghole boy. At least, nowadays, he didn't get boners to betray the latter secret. It was much harder, however, to hide his nutlessness. If it were discovered, there would be questions which it would be awkward to answer.

The words which Parson Weems put in the mouth of the juvenile George Washington in the preposterous cherry-tree legend, could truly have been spoken by Luke Hopkins. "I cannot tell a lie,......, you know I cannot tell a lie." Luke really couldn't. Not that he was especially honest, but that he was such a bungling liar. He blushed and stammered and got his story all screwed up.

Also, even though he had been castrated, he still was strongly attracted to handsome well-hung young cowboys. He longed for a mouthful of a man's cream, or the feel of a stiff cock in his behind, and he found it hard not to show his longing.

That was how he came to be castrated. He was working at the Queen Ranch in Arizona, burning up with lust for the handsome young studs there. He was 18 years old, himself and jerked off 5 or 6 times a day. He had gone out behind the bunkhouse one day looking for a place to jerk off and came upon Ken, a young fellow of about his own age, frantically pumping his meat. Luke immediately got a very conspicuous boner and asked Ken "Would you like something better ?" "Sure" replied Ken. "What ya got to offer ?" Luke licked his lips and squatted in front of Ken who accepted the offer by shoving his boner into Luke's mouth.

Luke sucked him off to Ken's evident satisfaction. When he finished, though, Ken pushed him away and called him a Nancy-boy. Later, Ken told the other hands that Luke was a cocksucker. Hank laughed and said "I bet he takes it up the ass, too. If that's what he wants, what say we have some fun with him and give him more than he wants ?"

Eight cowboys ganged up on Luke and stripped him naked. They put a saddle over a sawhorse and laid Luke over it on his belly, tying his wrists to two of the legs of the sawhorse and his ankles to the other two. Hank sidled up to Luke and asked him "Where d'ya want it, in the mouth or up the ass." Hank's prick was no bigger than his little finger, much too small to give Luke any pleasure in his behind, so he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips over his teeth. Hank's cream was sparse, thin, watery, and bitter. Every body knew that Hank jerked off too much, whenever he had any spare time.

Burt said "Y'know, I'll bet an asshole feels just as good as a cunt." The cock that protruded from the fly of his Levi's was nearly as big as an ear of corn. Luke could have taken it easily if it had been lubricated, but Burt shoved it in dry. After all, he had never had to lubricate it for a woman, so why should he do it for a Nancy-boy ?

Luke yelped, but despite the pain, got an achingly hard boner which everyone noticed. Luke tried hard not to cum, but the repeated impacts of Burt's huge cock on his prostate gland made it impossible to hold his cream in. Soon, he was shooting thick ropes of pasty white cream under the sawhorse and about eight feet beyond it on the other side.

When Burt blew his wad, it filled Luke's gut like an enema, squirted out around Burt's whang and ran down his legs. "Well," asked Ken. "Is it as good as a cunt ?" "Better" answered Burt. "Tighter and hotter" "Well" said Jody "Y'can see he's enjoying it. Let's give him something he'll really enjoy."

Jody walked up to a mare and put his hand between her legs and worked it around until she whinnied and spent her jelly onto his hand. He walked back to Luke and slathered the stuff between the cheeks of Luke's ass. Then he fetched a young stallion, due to be gelded because his services as a stud weren't needed. "He might's well have some fun once before he's gelded" commented Jody.

Jody led the stallion up to Luke's backside. The horse smelled his butt and then, whinnying wildly, mounted him. No man on the ranch could come within two inches of the length of that stallion's whang. Jody was terribly afraid that the thing would burst his gut and he'd die. It didn't and he didn't. Though it was a scary frightfully tight fit, it was also thrilling, and, even though he'd just shot a huge load, Luke got another hard-on and before the stallion creamed inside him, Luke shot again.

The stallion gave Luke another seminal enema and Jody shouted "Aw shit ! He's enjoying that, too." "I'll put a stop to that", said Russ. He went into the shed and emerged carrying a gelding knife, with a wide hooklike blade, sharpened on the inside of the curve. Luke saw it and screamed "No, NO Not that !" Without a word, Russ reached between Luke's wet sticky thighs, grabbed his balls and pulled them backward. Hooking the blade of the gelding knife behind Luke's bag, Russ drew it toward himself. Luke's bag and balls came away in his hand. Silently, he walked around the sawhorse and showed them to Luke who screamed and fainted.

It was some three weeks before Luke could ride again, when he could, he left the Queen Ranch and began his endless wanderings about the Great Plains, drifting from ranch to ranch.

It was a hot summer day and Luke was tired. Even though the sun wouldn't set for another two hours, he hobbled his Palomino and spread his blanket out on the ground. He lay on his belly on the blanket and soon fell asleep. While sleeping, he had a wonderful dream that someone was fucking him in the behind. He awoke in ecstasy to discover that it was no dream. The two hands resting on the ground beside his head were reddish brown. An Injun ! Clearly not hostile, though. The Injun spoke to him softly and gently in good missionary English.

"You need not fear me. I will not harm you. I hope you enjoy what I do ." "It feels heavenly." replied Luke. The Indian chuckled. "Missionaries would not like to hear that." As both were fast approaching their peak of enjoyment, they said no more until they shuddered and then relaxed. Luke relished the feel of the Indian's cream flowing into his bowels.

After the Indian pulled his very large prick out of Luke's bottom, Luke rolled onto his side as did the Indian, facing him. He was very handsome, not just, "for an injun" but rather, a fine figure of a man. "You're beautiful" blurted out Luke and then feared that the Indian would be offended, but he smiled and said. "You spoke sooner or I would have said that to you."

In all of his young life, Luke had never been kissed. A moment later, he would never be able to say that again. Neither of them initiated it. Suddenly, they were in each other's arms, kissing and groping each other. Of course, the Indian discovered Luke's other secret. He said nothing about it.

"What's your name ?" asked Luke. "Shuka wa'ka" replied the Indian brave, " I am Lakota Sioux." "I'm Luke Hopkins. I'm an outcast." "So am I." replied Shuka wa'ka. "When they learned that I love boys and young men, my tribe drove me away and told me never to return or they would kill me." "I've been driven off every ranch in the Great Plains." said Luke "That's why I was gelded." "They wanted to do that to me, too, but I promised to kill whoever tried to."

"I don't know what to do, Shuka wa'ka, all I know is ranch work and there's no place left for me to work." "You know how to hunt, don't you ? And fish ? and trap ?" "Sure" said Luke "but....." "In the foothills of those mountains, there is game large and small, fish, pine nuts, roots and leafy plants. A man can live off the land as long as he will . I know for I have lived there for two years, now, as my people did long before the white man came."

"But I'm almost out of shells and I ain't got no money to buy more." "You know that my people didn't have these things before the white man came. I can show you how to use a sling and a spear-thrower. I can make you a bow and teach you how to use it. "

"But why would you do this for me " Luke asked incredulously. Shuka wa'ka looked surprised. "Why, because I love you, of course. I want to make you my blood brother." "I'd be real proud to be your brother. Shuka wa'ka" stammered Luke, not because he was lying, but because he was overwhelmed. "Kin we do it now ?" "Of course. Lend me your hunting knife."

Shuka wa'ka made a cut on the palm of his right hand just below the thumb and then another on Luke's hand and shook hands with him. "By the mingling of our blood, I make thee my brother in blood. Whoever harms thee harms me; whoever harms me harms thee . Whether together or apart, we are joined by this blood bond. So let it be." Luke knew that he was expected to repeat the "So let it be." and did so.

Shuka wa'ka, good as his word, taught Luke how to live off the land. It was a hard life but a good one. For several years, they lived as the Indians had before the coming of the settlers . But the rapacity of the white men knew no bounds. Treaties were repeatedly broken. Military force was used to enforce new treaties, ever more disadvantageous to the Indians.

Population pressure and over-hunting by eastern "sportsmen" decimated the game. Living off the land became progressively more difficult. Following the retreating game, Shuka wa'ka and Luke moved into the mountains themselves, where the living was harder than before.

One day, Shuka wa'ka brought something back to camp which disturbed him. It was a large lump of yellow metal. "You know what this is, my brother." "Of course," said Luke, "it's gold." "There is a trail of these nuggets leading up to a rock face hidden in a cleft in the rocks, very hard to see from below. The glassy rock in that face is full of larger nuggets than this."

"This gold could buy us an easier life OR it could buy us death at the hands of those who would steal it from us. What should we do ?" "I trust your judgement, elder brother. What do you think we should do ?"

"If we stake a claim and try to work it, we will be murdered. I think that we should get out as much gold as we can in a few days, before anyone else learns that it is here .What would we need to do that ?"

"Well, I ain't never done no minin', but I'd guess 2 or 3 pack mules, a box of dynamite, a few 1" star drills, and a couple of sledge hammers. We'd blow up the rock face, pick out the big nuggets and load 'em on the pack mules, take 'em to the nearest assay office, sell 'em git the hell out of here and never tell nobody where they come from."

Risky though it was, it was necessary to sell the nugget that Shuka wa'ka had found to buy mules, dynamite and tools. To put off suspicious curiosity, the nugget was sold in one town and the supplies were bought in another. To avoid pursuit, Luke and Shuka wa'ka left town at night, by moonlight and took a very circuitous route back to their old camp.

Apparently, they were taken for prospectors, and nobody bothered to learn what they were up to. Many prospectors had gone up into those mountains, almost none ever returned with anything of value. The really dangerous trip would be the return with mules laden with gold.

After blasting the rock face, they had to be very careful of the razor-sharp shards of quartz in which the gold was imbedded. Both of them got numerous minor cuts but managed to avoid serious injury. Once the mules were loaded, with gold, 600 avoirdupois or 972 Troy pounds, the question arose of how to transport it safely to some place where it could be sold .

Even though the distance was long and involved a long stretch through the mountains, there seemed to be least danger from bandits if it were taken south to

Livingston. Even the hardships of living off the land had been mild compared to that journey. Admittedly, they had supplies and a good tent and plenty of ammunition , but it was an arduous journey. Both Shuka wa'ka and Luke were troubled by altitude sickness.

Every evening, they were too weary for sex, which became irksome to both of them. The prospect of having leisure to enjoy each other's bodies was the main factor which sustained their efforts to get that damned gold to Livingston and get rid of it.

Throughout the weary miles of mountain travel, they encountered only one other human being, an emaciated Piegan who fled at the sight of them. He probably recognized Shuka wa'ka as a possibly hostile Sioux.

Arrived at Livingston, they brought the gold to the bank there and arranged for it to be stored, pending its sale. The arrangements were made as expeditiously as possible, despite much suspicion of how an Injun and an odd-looking white man came to have nearly a half Troy ton of gold. The bank advanced them as much money as they wanted against the gold. The local assayer calculated the bullion value of the gold to be $408,240 [~$34,600,000 in 2007 dollars].

Shuka and Luke made up for lost time with an all-night sex session as soon as they were settled in the hotel, had cleaned up and enjoyed a good dinner. Luke bought clothes which concealed his breasts (which Shuka wa'ka liked) and with trousers which draped so as to de-emphasize the width of his hips and the size of his rump. Their post-prandial romp in bed lasted all night, until dawn, when both of them were happy but exhausted.

Though he adopted white men's clothing, Shuka wa'ka retained his braids and the necklace of bear teeth which he had worn since early youth. He struck an impressive and exotic figure.

Before settling in the Wyoming Territory, Luke had one item of business to settle.

The Queen Ranch in Arizona was in temporary financial difficulty. Luke bought it for a preposterous $55,000, hired his own hands, and moved in. Finding that all but one of the men who had tortured and castrated him were still employed there, he had them horsewhipped and physically kicked off the ranch . Russ, though, hwe gelded with his own hands.

Though he never chose to live there, he made a successful investment of it and subsequently re-sold it to the Queen family for $96,800.

Luke and Shuka wa'ka invested in ranch land in the Wyoming Territory and had a lodge built for them in the Teton Mountains where they lived for the balance of their lives. To this day, no man knows where their gold mine was located.