The Reunion

I was flying from Dallas to LA to meet my friend DJ.  DJ and I had grown up together and we were pretty wild.  There was not much we hadn’t done.  After school, DJ went to LA and I went to Dallas.  We kept in touch and DJ had come for a visit to Dallas.  What a wild time we had.  We partied hard the first weekend and then during the week, we got bored.  DJ came up with the idea that one of us should plan an attack on the other one.  Since it sounded wild, I was in.  We played cards and DJ won – so he got to go first.  The loser, which was me, had to wait until we met again – which was going to be on the trip I was now taking.

I thought back to DJ’s visit.  After the card game, a couple of days went by and nothing happened.  One day I came home from work and couldn’t find DJ.  I walked into my bedroom and DJ jumped me from behind, the game was on.  DJ put a knife to my throat and said, “Don’t make a move fucker or I’ll slit your throat.”  DJ threw me on my bed and said, “Get your clothes off mother fucker or I’m gonna stick you son of a bitch.”

I took my clothes off and DJ put handcuffs on me and led me out the living room.  My dick was rock hard with anticipation, which DJ took note of.  DJ looked great for the part of thug.  He was wearing his motorcycle leathers, which included chaps and a jacket.  He had found my black cowboy hat and spurs, which he wore on his boots.  I was totally excited for what was going to happen.  In the living room, DJ ran me through the paces.  DJ made me slither around on the carpet and then I had to lick his boots.  His leather boots were a total turn on for me.  “You sick piece of shit”, DJ laughed.  “I bet you spend all your time here in Dallas looking for some sorry assed cowboy with boots to lick.  I can tell by your hard-on that you like licking my boots boy.  Your dick don’t lie.  What else do those cowboys do to you boy, huh?  Do you like it when they rope your little white ass and ride you?  I feel like riding you right now shit head.  You ready for this cowboy, boy”?  DJ then mounted me and started riding me around the room like a horse.  DJ held my reins in one hand and slapped my ass with the other, spurring me at the same time.

Each time I messed up a task, DJ would kick me or find some other physical punishment.  For one punishment, DJ made me lie on my back on the living room floor still handcuffed.  DJ unzipped his jeans and pulled down his pants.  DJ looked good with his dick standing erect surrounded by his leathers.  Then DJ sat his butt on my face.

“Start licking my ass hole shit head.”

“Bullshit”, I yelled.

DJ grabbed my balls and started pulling them.  “You mother fucker, I ordered you to lick my ass.  Get to licking my ass or I’m gonna castrate you son of a bitch.”

“This is bullshit, man”, I said but I started licking his ass.  Boy it was the most disgusting thing I had ever done.

After a few minutes, DJ got back up and pulled up his jeans.  “That’s a good slave.  You’ll do anything your master wants”.  For the rest of the night I was his good slave doing whatever he asked.

After a while, DJ took me back to my bedroom where he tied me on my back to my bed.  DJ used some of my sex toys for foreplay.  He took some clothes pins and put them on my nipples.  When I screamed in pain, he took one of my dirty jock straps from my laundry bin and gagged me with them.  Next he found a dildo, put some lubricant on it, and rammed it up my tight ass.  After he played with the dildo up my ass for a while, DJ removed the jock strap gag from my mouth and forced me to take the dildo in my mouth.  DJ happily watched me suck that thing clean.

“You look good and ready for your friend to relieve himself ass hole.  I think I have you stoked and ready.  I know that I’m so shitting horny and ready to ride.  I haven’t had a good ride in a long time fucker.  I’m having a shit load of fun with you.  This is the best damn game we’ve ever played”.

DJ untied me and made me turn over.  Then he re-tied me to the bed face down.  DJ was still in his motorcycle leathers when he mounted me and slid his huge cock up my ass.  Boy did DJ know how to ride a boy like me.  After DJ blew his cum up my ass, he rested a bit still on top of me.  Damn, DJ felt great.  The feel of his cool leather on my legs and his warm chest on my back.  His leathers were a total turn on and now the smell of DJ’s sweat mixed with the sweet smell of his recently shot cum.

“Damn fucker.  That was a great ride.  You are a great fuck.  I’ve gotta have you again boy.   Shit, my dick is still throbbing in anticipation of having you again.”  DJ thrust his cock up my fuck hole and he started humping me again – blowing his cum in me a second time.

He finally released me and we laughed about the evening over dinner.  Finally, DJ’s trip came to an end and I told him, “Next time you’re mine ass-wipe!  You thought you had fun, wait until this cowboy gets you sorry ass under my dick – you have not been ridden until you’ve been ridden by a cowboy.”

The plane landed in LA and I met DJ.  I was dressed all in black.  Black hat, boots, jeans, and shirt.  DJ knew that I was ready for my turn.  As we were driving to his house, we stopped and had dinner on the way.  When we got back into this truck, I asked, “Well DJ, are you ready for what I have in store for you?”

“Hell yes” he exclaimed.  “There’s nothing you can throw at me that I can’t handle”.

“We’ll see” I replied.  Then we pulled into DJ’s driveway.

We went inside and DJ showed me my room.  I quickly got to work getting ready.  I put my chaps and spurs on and then I put on my holster and my paintball pistol.  I looked at the mirror and was impressed with the image.  I proceeded down the hall with my gun drawn to the living room.  DJ was watching TV.

“What the fuck”, he said as he saw the gun.

“On the floor ass-wipe.  Hands behind your head”, I yelled.

After DJ complied, I handcuffed him and pulled him up.  I put the pistol to his head and marched him to his bedroom.  I threw him on his bed and started taking off his clothes.  Once his pants were off, I tied his feet to his bed.  I then took the handcuffs off to get his shirt off.  I then tied his hands to his bed.  DJ was laughing so I gave him a pistol-whipping which wiped the smirk of his face.  I was going to enjoy this game.

I then surveyed his house and garage.  In the garage, I found some 2x4’s, which I bolted into a large X on the wall.  I put restraints on the four corners.  This would be where I could discipline my slave.

I was ready and went to retrieve my boy.  I untied DJ from the bed and put the handcuffs back on.  We went to the living room where I place DJ in a chair.  I did some roping practice with my lasso.  When DJ made negative comments, I would answer with either a pistol whipping or back handed slap.  Soon he started coming around to being submissive.

I then had DJ start crawling around the living room on his knees.  I used DJ for more roping practice with my lasso.  When DJ refused this time, I took him to the garage for some discipline.

 In the garage, I tied him to the X.  Next I got out my bullwhip and laid a few lashes on his back and his butt.  Nothing too hard, but enough for DJ to cuss me out and raise a few welts on his ass.  After DJ agreed to be a good slave, we went back to the living room for roping practice.

Each time I roped him I would hog-tie him and make him lick my cowboy boots to be let go.  A few well-placed kicks with my boots quickly brought him into submission when he refused to lick my boots.  I also threatened DJ with another whipping.

Finally I made a rope harness and rode him around the room.  I enjoyed having DJ under my thighs and I pressed them hard around his chest.  I made sure I spurred him real good.  Then we went back to the garage.  I again tied him facing me to the large X I had made.

I asked DJ, “Have ever been shot?”

“No”, he replied, “And I don’t want to start now.”

I took out my pistol and DJ got real scared and started cursing.  I pulled the trigger a couple of times and red paint started running down his chest.

“Damn that hurts you fucker”, DJ said.  “I thought you were going to shoot me.  You scared me pissless you fucker”.

I laughed.  I untied him and put the handcuffs on again.  Next I let him run around the garage as I took target practice on him.  There weren’t many places for him to hide in the small garage but I enjoyed shooting him anyway.

“This is like shooting cats in a barrel”, I laughed as I took aim and shot him again.  I calmly reload and started hunting him again.

“Damn you mother fucker.  I’m gonna beat your ass when this game is over.  This ain’t shittin’ fair”, DJ hollered.

I shot him a couple more times.  “I told you this cowboy was gonna get his revenge.  And a cowboy’s revenge is oh so sweet.”

DJ hid behind some wood.  I walked around and fired a couple more rounds and hit his chest and butt.  I had an idea so I put my pistol in my holster and I grabbed DJ and tied him back up on the X.

“I feel like some target practice, boy.”

“Shit, you hit me like a hundred times.”

“Yeah, but now I need a smaller target.  How bout I get 5 points for an arm or leg shot, 20 points for the heart, and 50 points for the dick”?

“No fucking way you’re going to shoot my dick, you fucker”.

“No fucking way you’re going to stop me shit head”, I said as I drew aim and fired the paintballs at his cock.  DJ hollered in pain and jumped around.  I was laughing so hard it was hard to take aim.

I untied him from the X and threw at towel at him and told him to clean up.  Then I took my prisoner to his bedroom.  I tied him up in bed and found some sex toys.  I took a black rubber ass plug and took pleasure in ramming it up his ass.  “You get much use out of these boy?” I asked.  He was gagged so he couldn’t answer.

Finally I opened my jeans and popped out my throbbing dick.  Boy was I ready for some man meat.  I lubricated my dick and then got ready to mount DJ.  I still was wearing all my cowboy gear.  I knew I was going to enjoy my ride.  I removed the ass plug and slide my dick up his beautiful ass and boy did he feel good.  It had been a long time since I had sex and I was hungry for it now.  I thrust and rode DJ real hard like he was some sort of wild, untamed mustang.  He seemed to enjoy having me in him.  After a good ride I blew my wad inside his butt.  Boy did it feel good.

“I think I’m going to hump you again boy – you were so good.  You ready for this cowboy again?  You still think you’re man enough to take whatever this cowboy throws at you ass wipe?  You’re not acting so tough now, big man.  I think you realized that you’d better not fuck with a cowboy unless you’re ready for the cowboy to beat the shit of you.  I’m gonna ride you again boy just to teach you a lesson not to fuck with cowboys.”  Again I thrust my dick up his fuck-hole and rode him again.  The cum from my first fuck just added more lubrication the second time as DJ just moaned with pleasure under the gag while I kept riding him as hard as I could.  My cock slid in and out of his fuck hole with each thrust of my hips.  Man, I was banging DJ hard and my chaps were slapping his legs with each thrust.  DJ was just as good the second time.

I pulled out my dick, which was moist now dripping with cum.  I untied DJ and retied him on his back.  I straddled DJ’s chest and enjoyed having DJ between my legs.  I turned my boots so my spurs jabbed his thighs and I thrust my dick in his face.  “Start licking my meat boy or I’ll get my pistol and start shooting you again.”

DJ raised his head and started licking the cum from my cock.  I smiled as I watched him work.  I grabbed his head and forced my dick into his mouth.  I started thrusting my dick and spurring him with each thrust.  I wanted to shoot a wad of hot cum directly into his waiting mouth but I was too spent after riding him twice, but I enjoyed having my cock in DJ’s warm, wiling mouth.

So the game was finally over.  I untied DJ and let him get dressed.  We talked most of the night away about our game.  It had definitely been fun both times, but I really enjoyed this reunion.

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