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It had been a few weeks since poor, naive Arthur Morgan, only fourteen years old, tried to rob something to a man and this changed the course of his life.
This man was none other than Hosea Matthews.

Since that day, his life improved in a very unexpected way, and he wasn't complaining either.

Years passed, not many, three to be specific. Arthur had gone from being a fourteen-year-old brat to a seventeen-year-old boy... and a very attractive one.

Morgan's beauty was something that stood out, anyone with good taste and at least one eye could see it.

Who also noticed this beauty was none other than Van Der Linde himself. He stared at the young man longer than necessary, and tried to have physical contact with him more often.

Hosea quickly noticed the change in the man's behavior when Arthur finished puberty. Smelling bad intentions, he decided to talk to Dutch in private.
Their conversation was empty and short, the man denied the accusations and became defensive every time Matthew called him sick.

They both decided to leave it there, although with a warning from Hosea, he promised to keep an eye on him and take actions if was necessary.

Despite the obvious facts, Arthur hadn't noticed the radical change in Dutch's treatment, for him everything remained the same. Van Der Linde was his savior, the one who took him off the streets, gave him food, clothes, and most importantly... a family.

Dutch had planned to act, it was something he had been planning for a while but didn't dare to carry out.
Hosea's warning instead of scaring him only encouraged him even more, that was the sign he needed to realize that if he really wanted to do something, he had to do it as soon as possible... and not only that, it also encouraged him since no one could tell him what not to do.
He was Dutch Van Der Linde and he was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

The night was warm and noisy, but rather than annoying it was comfortable and cozy.
Dutch had set up his tent strategically, far from the others and more covered than necessary. Unfortunately Hosea didn't notice anything strange and went to sleep.

Morgan pulled the curtain, finding the man reading, lying on his blankets. "Dutch?" His tone was shy and respectful. "You needed me, sir?"

"Oh" The man looked up when he saw the young man arrive at the estimated time, he couldn't help but smile at the young man's presence. "I always need you, my boy, always... but tonight I got something special for ya." He closed his book and put it aside. "C'mere, son." He patted the blankets at his side. "Make yourself comfortable."

Arthur closed the curtain and entered the man's privacy, sitting next to him while he searched for something in his bag. "Something.. for me?" he asked unsure. "Why?"

"Why? Cause you're one of us, Arthur." His tone was reprimanding. "You're as vital to this gang as anyone."

The young man still didn't understand. The only thing he received from his father was a gun holster. Dutch didn't have to... so, why?

"Do me a favor, pour me a drink... and one for yourself too, boy." He pointed vaguely to the small table next to the blankets.

"Sure, sir."

The young man poured two drinks while Dutch continued to rummage through his bag.

"Here.."

Arthur was left in shock. Dutch had left on his lap nothing more and nothing less than a packet of quality tobacco, a fine leather coat and a personalized gun with the young man's name carved on it. "S-Sir.. this is.. I can't accept this." He stared at the valuables, transfixed.

"Oh, but you will, son.." He grabbed his glass and finished it all in one gulp, the liquor burned his throat in the best way and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Dutch.. I don't know what to say.." He looked at the man in surprise and excitement.

The young man's doe eyes didn't move him at all, quite the opposite, he was annoyed that Arthur didn't drink his drink. "Don't say anything… show your gratitude by enjoying the drink."

He smiled happily and grabbed the glass. To look like a big boy, he drank it in one gulp, like Dutch.. bad idea. "Uu- fuck!"

The man laughed hilariously, slapping the young man's back repeatedly. "It's the good stuff, huh?"

"Y-Yeah.." He coughed laughing.

After the repeated slaps, his hand didn't come away that easily, his palm gently moved down the young man's spine until it reached his lower back, he gently caressed there for a few seconds.

Either Arthur didn't feel it, or he just ignored it.

"Ah, I've got something else for you..."

Morgan watched curiously as the man pulled out a small folded piece of cloth, deciding not to ask and wait for him to explain what it was.

Dutch carefully opened the piece of cloth and showed him the white powder that was there. "This, my boy.. it's cocaine powder. It's an energizer and medicine."

The young man repeated the name as if he tasted it in his mouth. "Cocaine powder.. but I ain't sick, I don't need medicine, sir."

The older man laughed softly. "Ain't just that, Arthur." With his little finger he grabbed a bit of that powder, bringing it to his nose and snorting it. "It's the good stuff too."

The young man looked at him disgusted, it seemed an aberration to him to literally breathe dust. "Is that healthy?"

"Of course, son!" He stroked his back again. "I’d never give you anything that’d harm you."

He looked at him suspiciously, he really didn't want to inhale dust, for God's sake, it's dust! "I don't know, Dutch..."

"C'mon.." He insisted. Seeing that the young man was still undecided he couldn't help but sigh annoyed. "Alright, take out your tongue, son."

Arthur obeyed, not quite sure why, obeying was his automatic response.

Dutch dipped his pinky lightly in the cocaine, leaving a little on the tip of his finger and he brought it to Arthur's tongue, who had a disgust reflex and almost stuck his tongue in again.

"Arthur, trust me." With that, he placed the powder on the young man's tongue. The movement was so fast that he didn't have time to back away from Dutch's pinky.

It didn't hurt, it didn't burn, that was Morgan's only fear with the unknown substance. He passed his tongue over his lips, less disgusted than before.

"Your tongue might get a little numb, it's normal."

He was right, his tongue went numb right where it touched the substance. "Hey, it's true!" said the young man surprised as if Dutch had just done magic.

The older man laughed softly and grabbed another bump of coke.

"Alright, listen close. First, you exhale all that air from your lungs, clear 'em out. Now, cover one nostril, and then inhale deep, real deep, like you’re pulling everything in, understand?"

"Yeah, sir. I.. I trust you."

At the innocence and vulnerability in Arthur's voice, the man felt a familiar sensation in his crotch. He already knew what that meant, he had to hurry.

The young man followed the instructions to the letter, managing to snort all the powder from the tip of the man's finger.

He couldn't help but smile maliciously at seeing Arthur so obedient, he forced him to snort a little more... and a little more... and then a little more, until they both finished all that powder together.

"Dutch.. my nose.."

"It’s normal, son. Your throat’s gonna feel numb, might have trouble swallowing for a bit, and your nose’ll clog up some, but don’t worry, it ain’t nothing serious. Just the way it hits."

Arthur nodded, swallowing heavily.

The older man sighed and leaned back into his blankets. "C'mon, Arthur." he said, reaching out a hand to the empty space beside him. "Come closer, lie down with me."

His intentions were clear, fuck Arthur right there. The mere thought of imagining Arthur’s mouth around his cock, with those watery doe eyes and his face red with embarrassment, only made his cock harder by the second.

Would the younger man fight him back? Would he scream for help? Would he reciprocate the older man’s perverse desires and becoming his sex toy?
Van Der Linde was getting excited over nothing; maybe Arthur would just freeze up, letting him do whatever he wanted out of fear in the moment. That would be easy... but boring.

Both men were lying next to each other.

The atmosphere was light, Arthur had a feeling of peace but he didn't know if it was the comfort that Dutch was transmitting to him or the effect of what he had just snorted.

"How do you feel, my boy?" He subtly put his arm around the young man's shoulders, bringing him closer to him without being too obvious.

"I feel.." Arthur's breathing was on automatic, he could feel his chest rise and fall. He could only breathe through one hole in his nose, his throat was numb and he had trouble swallowing. Anyone would think that that was uncomfortable, that no one could enjoy being in a state like that... but they would be wrong, Morgan was having a wonderful time. "..great... like I'm free, just livin' in the moment."

"You are free, Arthur." As he said those words, his hand kept caressing the young man's arm. "You are free..."

Van Der Linde sighed, his sigh was a mix of frustration and something else... something Morgan couldn't understand.

"You good?"

"Yeah, son... this stuff, it just... ah, brings out a bit of need in me, ya know?" With his free hand he grabbed the young man's, gently, to not scare him.

Seeing how his hand was guided, he looked confused at the man beside him. Still, he let him guide him. Finally, Dutch showed his true intentions by placing the young man's hand on the bulge in his crotch, rubbing it a little.

"Go on, Arthur… feel that. This is what it means to be a man. Did your father ever teach you that, son?"

The gentle movement of the man's hips against the boy's palm was almost hypnotic. He knew this was wrong, he should look away or even take his hand away... but he couldn't, he was frozen.

"No, h-he.. didn't."

"You love me like a father, don't you, Arthur?" Dutch's question was answered with only a nod of approval. "I see... tell me, Arthur, would you mind helpin’ me with somethin’... special?"

"I'll help you with whatever, Dutch."

He smiled mischievously, sensing the impending victory. "That's the spirit, son."

Arthur had already realized the direction that the situation was taking, but what could he do? He couldn't just deny something to the man who saved his life, what a ungrateful boy.

He swallowed and lifted his chin. He decided to face whatever happened like a man.

The man couldn't delay any longer, he was already too hard, too needy. With a sudden movement, he pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His manhood was released, bouncing on his stomach before staying hard in the air.

Contrary to Morgan's previous words, he didn't want to help him, no, not with that.

"Don't be shy, son." He smiled in a malicious way, his hand still caressing the young man's shoulder. "Ya wanna suck it?"

The young man looked at the man's cock and then at his face. The answer was no, he didn't want to... but he couldn't afford to reject him just like that.

"You want me to do?" It was perfect! With that question he didn't betray his principles but he didn't make Dutch angry either, letting him know that he didn't want to but at the same time it wasn't his decision anyway.

"Of course, Arthur."

"Okay.." he exclaimed disappointedly. Arthur was hoping Dutch would tell him that if he didn't want to, then he shouldn't do it, which wasn't the case... the man wanted to, regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

He got into position, or rather, Dutch got him into position. He helped him get on his knees and hands on the blankets. With one hand on the back of the young man's neck, he guided him to take his cock in his mouth, and with his other hand, he caressed the young man's lower back and ass. "Mmm... so pretty. Don't use your teeth, son."

The young man nodded and began to raise and lower his head on the man's shaft. When the tip touched his throat, he gagged and trembled in disgust. On the other hand, the gagging only increased the older man's pleasure, making him moan and move his hips a little.

Dutch was smart, he let Arthur take the pace so the young man would feel in control of the situation and not try to stop that perverse act.

"So good.."

He deepthroated, played with the tip with his tongue, sucked... in short, he did everything he knows that feels good, trying, although with disgust, to make Van Der Linde feel pleasure.

"Look at me, Arthur.

Morgan's face was the spitting image of the man's imagination. Watery eyes, red face, hollow cheeks and saliva running down his chin... just perfect.

"Take off your clothes."

The young man trembled, Dutch's voice sounded hoarse and full of bad intentions. He hadn't added a 'boy' at the end... not even his own name. It was an order, nothing more than that.

Dutch smiled pleased and even somewhat surprised; Arthur took off his clothes while continuing to suck his cock. To take off his boots and shirt he had no choice but to stop sucking his cock and sit on the blankets. Anyway, he appreciated the young man's enthusiasm.

Both hurried, one obviously more than the other.

They took off their clothes and boots, leaving them aside to concentrate on what was important.

"Now what?" he asked shyly.

"Now, lie down on your stomach and use your hand to spread yourself."

No, he couldn't be implying that. Oh my God, what was he going to do to him? That was another level, one he wasn't going to accept... right?

Although with fear and anxiety, he obeyed. He couldn't believe that he wasn't capable of stopping the situation, much less that Dutch was asking him to do something like that.

It was the fault of that weird medicine, wasn't it? Dutch wasn't like that.

"Mm.. look at that pretty hole." His hands squeezed and shamelessly explored the boy's buttocks. "I bet it looks even better with a dick deep inside." He laughed at his own comment, moving away to search for something inside his bag again.

"Dutch, I-" Before the young man could protest, Dutch silenced him by running his finger along his pink hole, lubricating it with vaseline. The sensation gave him shivers.

"Shh.." With that viscous substance he also lubricated his cock. "Relax.."

Arthur could feel and hear his heart. With his hand shaking, he made sure to spread his ass cheeks wide so the older one wouldn't get angry.

Dutch lined up the tip of his cock with the boy's hole, pressing firmly but sinking in slowly so as not to hurt him... something that didn't work, Arthur was being hurt anyway.

"Ah.." he moaned in pain.

"Shh... calm down, son. I ain't even got the tip in yet." It was true, his cock hadn't even made it past Arthur's main barrier.

With a little more pressure and force, Van Der Linde finally made it, his cock making its way inside the young man, tearing his muscle a little but entering and bottoming out anyway.

"O-Oh.." The boy moaned in shock, he could feel how deep the man was and how uncomfortable it was to be stretched like that. He looked over his shoulder, saw how Dutch's pelvis was touching his ass. Indeed, he had his whole cock inside. At the overwhelming scene, he buried his face in the blankets, he didn't want to know anything about it.

To top it off, his cock was completely flaccid.

The man withdrew his cock until the tip was almost out of the young man's interior, and then sank back in, earning a whimper from the boy.

"There you go, Arthur... I knew you could take it." With that, he grabbed Morgan by the hips and positioned him on all fours.

He began to give him long, deep thrusts, which were slow but made the young man shiver anyway. "Mm.. mm..."

At one point, Dutch pushed too deep, too overwhelming. Arthur just couldn't take it, with a little cry he broke the all four position and lay back down on the blankets, his legs together and shaking. Realizing that his involuntary movement caused Dutch's entire cock to withdraw from inside him, he looked worriedly at him over his shoulder, afraid of what the man might do to him.

But instead of getting angry, Dutch saw an opportunity.

"Mm.. Get your ass up Arthur."

He lifted his ass, no need to get on all fours, just his ass in the air.

Dutch realigned his cock and sank in slowly. This time it hurt even more, because of the small fissure that Dutch caused at the beginning. "Ow.."

He bottomed out again and again, his rhythm was slow but torturous. His cock didn't even press against Arthur's prostate, which made it just painful.

It's true, his rhythm was slow, but that didn't mean it was gentle.

Arthur couldn't stop shaking and moaning. "Ah.. ah.."

Dutch was more than in heaven, the young man's walls squeezed his cock in an exquisite way. "Oh, son.. you're doing so good.."

"Mm- "

The young man's moans were music to the man's ears, even if they were of pain and discomfort.

Arthur tried to simply handle the discomfort, but when he realized that Dutch was going to be like this for a while, he decided to humiliate himself. "Dutch.. can you be gentle, p-please?" he pleaded.

The man stopped his hips and watched the young man's back for a few seconds, watching him tremble. "You want me to go easy on you, my boy?"

Arthur nodded desperately. If what he was going through was already the hell itself, it could be a little less if Dutch showed him mercy.

"Then look at me and ask me like a damn man."

The last thing he wanted was to see his face, but he had to do it. He looked at Dutch over his shoulder, to the man's surprise, he wasn't crying, his gaze was somewhere between vulnerability and defiance. "Dutch, can you please.. be gentle?" He asked again, this time with his most confident voice.

"I don't wanna."

With that, he pulled out his entire cock and sank back in with fervor. This push made the younger whimper in shock, his back arched upwards as an instinctive action against the pain.

He really thought Dutch was going to show him mercy, what a fool. "N-No.."

The older man glared at the younger's hump. He put one hand on the younger's lower back and another on the younger's upper back, and pushed him down again, making only his ass in the air again. "Like that, boy."

Dutch began to fuck Arthur as if he hated his guts. Each push was loaded with hatred and accompanied by grunts from the man.

Morgan couldn't stop thinking about the things he would be doing at that very moment if he hadn't entered Dutch's tent that night... he even wondered what Hosea and other members of the gang were doing, probably sleeping. These thoughts evaporated when he realized something, his cock was hard. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was actually enjoying Dutch's pounding. His hips involuntarily matched the man's to deepen his thrusts.

"Ah- Ah-" he moaned in surprise and pleasure, was he really enjoying being raped like that? He just couldn't believe it.

The older man realized the effect his increased pace was having on the younger man, this only made him become even more aggressive with his thrusts.

"Oh- OH! Dutch!" he moaned embarrassed when he felt that special spot inside him being stimulated.

As the younger boy looked over his shoulder, his lips collided with the man's, who had leaned down until his chest was pressed against the boy's back.

"Mm.. so pretty.." He kissed his shoulder and then attacked his lips with a passionate kiss.

Arthur closed his eyes, deepening the kiss. He still felt every inch of the man's cock inside him, touching all the right places. His cock felt pretty good too, each furious thrust from Dutch making his dripping cock rub against the blankets.

"Mm- MM!" He whimpered desperately, begging the man to be more aggressive, more faster.

Dutch complied with the young man's pleas, he moved back far enough so he could see the boy's body beneath him; and placed both hands on the young man's sides, on the blankets. With this, he began to punish Morgan's insides with his cock.

Arthur grabbed his cock with his own hand and began to jerk off with the same fury of Dutch's thrusts. Both sensations had him whimpering and writhing in pleasure.

They were both on the edge.

Dutch felt the young man's walls tighten more than normal, making his cock throb and him pant heavily.
He didn't want the moment that he had strategically planned for months to end without them doing at least two positions. He quickly turned Arthur around, grabbed his legs and spread them, his grip was so confident that it made the young man tremble.

"Look at me, Arthur. Wanna see that pretty face of yours."

His hands released the boy's legs to grab his hips, without further ado, he began to hatefully fuck Arthur again.

"O-Ow.. AH!" The younger's lips were open in a lascivious way while he looked at Dutch in disbelief. He felt no shame in looking at his face, quite the opposite, he hoped that he would appreciate the eye contact and fuck him even harder.

"You love it, don't you, son?"

He nodded needily.

"You're gonna be so good for me.." He leaned down, his breath mixing with the younger's. "My pretty boy.. only for me, only mine."

"Only yours, Dutch."

Both men kissed as they lost themselves in pleasure, without the need for unnecessary words.

The first to climax was Arthur, staining his own abdomen with his cum. Next was Dutch, who didn't want to cum inside Arthur so he pulled his cock out at the last moment and climbed on top of the young man, until his face was under his balls; he pointed the tip of his cock at Arthur's face and with a grunt and small spasms, he came right there, filling the younger man's face with his seed.

"Perfect.."

That day was the beginning of a strange dynamic in the relationship between Van Der Linde and Morgan. They weren't boyfriends, it was just sex and it was only when Van Der Linde wanted to, not when the young man did.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. In all that time, absolutely no one discovered their twisted relationship.

Everything was perfect until Arthur turned twenty-two, he was already a young adult and this was beginning to show. He had grown taller, he was growing a beard and his body had changed.

Dutch distanced himself. Before, he spent his time taking Arthur out fishing, hunting, whatever, but he spent his time by his side. But now that was in the past, the only thing he asked of adult Arthur was that he get money for the band.

Morgan never reproached him for this, after all, he wasn't the one who decided when these sexual encounters occurred.

Fourteen years passed, now Arthur was thirty-six years old.

Several people had joined the gang who ended up being very important to Arthur... except for a few, like Micah and Bill. However, this wasn't the most significant thing in Morgan's life. He was diagnosed with tuberculosis. For a while he lived in fear and guilt, he wanted to be a better man and repair things on land before it was too late.

One night, he noticed that Dutch was alone. It was perfect, no Micah, no plans, just a possible chat with his old friend, maybe the last.

"Hey, Dutch-" He had barely finished calling the man's attention when a cough took over his throat.

"Hey.. easy there, son." He helped him sit next to him. "You good?"

"Yeah.." He laughed as he finished coughing. "... I've got TB, Dutch.."

"Oh.." He looked at him genuinely sad. "Oh, son.. I'm- I'm so sorry."

"Yeah.. that's what everyone says." He laughed.

"Is there anything I can do about it, Arthur?"

"Nah.. I'm dying." He looked at the ground and then at the man's face again. "I just wanna get something off my chest before I... well, you know, kick the bucket."

"Tell me, my son." He settled into his place. "I'm all ears."

He laughed softly before beginning to speak. "Remember when I was 'round seventeen and we-"

"Arthur, Arthur, Arthur...

Morgan looked at him confused by his interruption, but still, he kept quiet and waited for him to speak first, as always..

"You remember how it went, don’t ya?" Dutch's voice was calm, almost soothing, but his eyes burned with intensity. "Ain't nothin' happened. Not a single damn thing. We’re clear on that... right, son?"

"Ah.. right. I.. I must have confused things."

They both nodded at the same time.

"That's right, son."

That same morning, with the sun already rising, Arthur Morgan died. He was alone in his final moments and questioned all the decisions he had made in his life.

Absolutely no one came to save him.

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