The Boys of Summer...
2 months of HOT young cowboys!
Shit, ya gotta luv Summer
Workin' up a sweat...
I can cool ya down cowboy!
Summer tease....
Summer is not all work...
there's plenty of time for play too!
Ready for a break from the sun cowboy?
He needs a boy to saddle and ride....
Here I am!
@last - Hot damn, its the old pic of Randall. I don't know whether I should be letting him put that saddle on my back or running for the hills when he's in a mood.
ReplyDeleteRandall is always in the mood.... if ya remember the story, YeeHtied. Hell yeah, Randall likes to saddle his boy and ride ya like a fucking bucking bronc. Of course, then Randall's gonna want to tie you fuck up and then fuck yer ass all he wants!
DeleteI'm pretty sure if I met him face to face, I would have a very hard time trying to leave afterwards. One of Troy's ideas from one of his stories definitely comes to mind, I'd probably just end up having my name painted on a stall.
DeleteI just saw Randall with a bucket of paint heading to the stalls. I hope you like your new home... of course Randall knows how to use a boy like you for some hard riding - any time he wants. Git into position to straddle that hay bale in your stall to be ridden.
DeleteWhoa now, you can't just let Randall effortlessly give me a stall. Y'know I have a weak spot for him. That's underhanded for sure...
DeleteI'm merely stunned completely watching the absolute badass cowboy hunk as he paints, before I gawp as the letters finish and the stall is marked for me.
You start running. Randall likes the game. He's already got his horse saddled and leaps on his horse and spurs him. Him takes off and starts to close the gap between you and Randall. Randall comes up behind you and sticks his leg out to cause you to tumble to the ground. You roll a couple of times. You get up and start running in a different direction.
DeleteRandall drops his lasso and starts swinging as he his horse circles around. He's coming right at ya, and you turn to run. The horse naturally turns to give Randall the perfect throwing position. Randall's throws his lasso and it drops effortlessly around you. Randall quickly wraps the lasso around his saddle horn, his horse quickly stops, and you run out the rope slack and, "wham", land on your ass in dirt.
your move YeeHtied....
Damnit, Randall has bloody haunted me with his hotness and yes I admit to that damned comment you made, about declaring me as Randall's prey. Even his drawl enthralls me. Hell, I'd bet I'd be like a rabbit caught in the headlights if he tipped his hat at me.
Delete(Apologies, replied whilst you were sending apparently :D)
Deleteno worries YeeHtied... you can still reply. Randall has definitely tipped his hat at ya....
Delete(I don't even know if I even can make a move after that. Damnit, Randall is such a sexy god... Wait he has? Let him do it to me.)
DeleteTrying to outrun a horse was a huge mistake as not only was I already breathing heavily at the feat, before all the rest of the air left my body as I slammed into the ground. Randall was fucking toying with me, messing around with trying to trip me up beforehand.
With the air knocked out of me, I sluggishly try to rise, having to heave in gasps of air. As I half-scramble and half-wheeze from the impact, I can't help but keep thinking how badass Randall looks from on the back of the horse, towering over me.
"Cmon Randall, lemme up."
Randall slow dismounts and starts coiling his rope. You're still on the ground. Randall gives you a few kicks and yells at you to start running. The games not over. you take off and Randall mounts his horse.
DeleteYou think you're making good separation, but you are nothing for his horse. Randall is twirling the lasso and wham, that damn rope finds it mark.
The rope tightens around your chest and you're down in the dirt again. This time, Randall spurs his horse and now you're being slowly dragged, desperately trying to escape but the rope is tight against your chest.
Normally being found with a rope around my waist a second time so soon would be humiliating to the core, but this was Randall we were talking about. I'd expect nothing less from someone who could capture me in my dreams.
DeleteThen I heard the clink of spurs and the hooves start moving again. About that part about not feeling humiliated? I take that back. I was dragged behind Randall's horse and with my arms tightly looped close to my body, I couldn't even reach the rope...
"Oy, I ain't no bounty for you to haul in pardner."
Randall drags me about 100 feet, before he figures I've had enough.
DeleteRandall asks, "Boy, you had enough?"
You reply, "Hell yeah, let me go."
"Well", Randall drawls, "what's my bounty to let you go?"
"What the fuck you talking about?" you reply.
"Shit, you've got a bounty on yer head. I let you go, I don't git no pay. I drag ya to town, you're worth a night on the town - dead or alive."
Randall is crazy I think. I'll play his game. "So cowboy, how do I make it worth yer while to let me go?"
"Shit, I thought you'd never ask, pardner." Randall replies. He dismounts and walks over to me. His spurs clinking with each step. His boots come into view as I lay on the ground taking in every aspect of the gorgeous hunk cowboy.
So YeeHtied, cat got yer tongue? You seemed to have disappeared..... maybe you are too busy servicing some cowboy's rod?
DeleteLying on the ground, dazed not only from being dragged a fair distance, but from having caught the eye of Randall, my mind can't help but think that if Randall had dragged me into town, he'd hopefully would've been the sheriff to keep me in the bounty holding cell...
DeleteShaking my head clear of that random thought, although it was probably because of a yank on the end of the rope that was still tied around me, I couldn't help but watch in awe as Randall dismounted and began to close the distance. I tried not to show it, but his stare alone made me weak at the knees. As he came to rest just in front of me, I completely froze. Even though I knew I should be worshipping his boots, I was completely entranced, hoping that he'd drawl and tip his hat at me.
"So, motherfucker, whatcha ya gonna offer me to let you go?" Randall drawls.
Delete"I'll give you anything, do anything for ya, mister", you babble, hoping for some generosity.
Randall walks around you, presses your crotch with his boot.
You wince.
"Whatcha doing mister", you timidly ask.
"Checking out my prisoner. Yeah, I could think of a few tasks that you might be able to do for me."
Randall is now at my head. His boots are looming big.
"Want your boots cleaned?" you ask.
"Yeah, we could start with a good boot licking. That's a start", Randall drawls on.
You start licking Randall's boots. As your saliva moistens the leather, you get a nice wiff of leather in nose that smells so good.
Without even giving a single thought beyond the fact Randall wanted me to do something, I immediately set my mind to the task, licking his boots as thoroughly as possible, my tongue polishing the tops of his boots so they gleamed before I struggled to clean every fleck of dust from the soles of his cowboy boots. Wait, did I say task? I meant the honor of pleasing Randall. I licked his boots so much that my nose ended up brushing against the leather on multiple occasions from how meticulous I was being, doing the best I could to impress him.
Delete"Shit boy", Randall says. "You like licking boots, don't ya. I wonder what yer tongue would feel on my rod? You want me in yer mouth boy?"
Delete"I'll do whatever ya want mister. Just don't take me to the Sheriff. He's a real bastard."
"I see you've heard about our Sheriff. Real law and order guy. Of course, I think he has special treatment for his prisoners. But hell, I don't care what he does with trash like you."
Randall rolls you onto your back and starts to press his boot into your crotch.
"You like that boy? You wanna be my bitch? Look at how yer cock likes my boots. You gonna be my boot boy? You gonna be by bitch?"
DeleteAs Randall mentions talk of a sheriff, I freeze for a moment, wide-eyed wondering if I was about to be in deep shit but that momentary fear passes and changes into a feeling of hurt as Randall, the absolute hunk, casually calls me trash...
Without any resistance I let Randall flip me over and the surprised hurt feelings dissipate as I see Randall leering down at me with a boot digging in. My entire face starts to go red at the sight, having the absolute cowboy god that is Randall staring down at me is throwing all coherant thoughts out of my mind. At his question, all I can do is rapidly nod.
"Yes sirree, I'll be anything for you cowboy. Whatever you need, just say the word..."
Reaching with my hands towards Randall's boots, I began to rub them, polishing them a little further as I am overwhelmed by his presence. For a moment, I decide to take a little chance, hoping that this wouldn't annoy Randall too much. With one hand, I pretend to make a hat motion, mumbling a "Please..." whilst also giving a pointed look towards the cowboy hat upon his head.
Randall's horse continues to pull back, keeping the lasso around you tight. Randall causally walks over to his horse, who steps back and drags you a bit more on the ground. Your mind races as you wonder what's next.
DeleteRandall reaches into his saddle back and retrieves another smaller rope. He walks back to you.
"So, you wanna to anything for this cowboy? Shit, that's a wide open invitation fucker."
"Yes sir. I'll do anything for ya. You just say the word", you reply.
"Well, let's see if you can make good on your promise. First, I'm gonna tie your hands and string ya up."
What did Randall just say, "string me up?" Shit, what's he planning to do.
Randall grabs your hands and makes several figure 8 loops to bind your wrists in front of you. He whistles and his horse takes several steps forward. Randall grabs the rope that's around your arms and chest and pulling it tight walks over to his horse to untie it from the saddle.
Randall now pulls your lasso tight and orders you to stand up. You comply, while Randall keeps the lasso around you tight.
Randall throws up his end of the rope around the tree branch above you and pulls tight. Randall walks over to move the lasso under your armpits. Next he hoists you a foot off the ground and ties the rope around the tree trunk. You are twirling and dangling.
Randall walks over and unbuttons your pants and pulls them down and over your boots until your ass is expose.
Seeing how effortlessly Randall controlls his horse and works in tandem with it impresses upon me just how much of a true cowboy Randall really is. But I didn't have time to ponder that, I had Randalls full attention, or more accurately he wanted to string me up?
DeleteI wouldn't have tried to resist Randall tying my hands in the first place, but he was an absolute pro and I felt the loops of rope quickly cinch around me in mere seconds. In a few moments, I feel a brief slackness as the lasso is transferred fully into Randall's hands before I'm clambering to my feet at his order. I don't know if it was my imagination or not but I'm pretty sure that at his barked order, I gave an enthusiastic "Yes Sir!"...
In a flash of motion and a blur of rope, my eyes go wide as my boots suddenly lift off the ground. The absolute hunk of a cowboy was pulling me up into the air, like I was nothing more than one of the many bales of hay he carried out to his stabled horses...
An inch of panic began to creep into my voice. ... "Whoa, hold on Randall. I didn't do anything. Don't leave me up here"
Then feeling Randall's strong arms around my waist, I begin to relax and tried to fall back against him, against the hunk's chest but he hadn't come over to comfort me. The cowboy was simply reaching around to tug down my jeans, but he definitely noticed how the sudden amount of tension seemed to dissolve as I rubbed against his chest with my back.
Randall rubs your bare ass with his soft, worn, leather gloved hands. You melt in his caress and then he slaps your ass a couple of times hard. You swing from the rope over the tree.
Delete"Hell yeah. I can't wait to get my cock in your sweet ass. I know you want it bad, boy. I can see it in your eyes."
Randall stares intently into you eyes. While Randall has you slightly off the ground, you are almost eye to eye with this cowboy hunk.
Randall next starts to caress and twist your nips. He pulls them and you flinch.
"Ah, fuck yeah. I can have some real fun with my boy toy. You like it when Randall plays with your nips?"
"Shit yeah, cowboy. I'll let you do whatever ya want to me. Ah fuck, I'm getting hard."
Randall keeps his left hand on your left nip and now reaches down and caresses your hard dick.
"You know, I could really give you some pain, boy. Instead, I'm gonna get you hard and horny and then deny you cumming. You want that boy?"
"Shit no, cowboy. Ah fuck, you're making me hard."
Randall pulls your left nip and you scream. His right hand is now rubbing your dick. Randall pulls your dick hard and gives it a whack downward. You scream.
"Fuck yeah. I'm gonna play with you boy. I'm gonna get you hard for this cowboy and until you think you're gonna burst. But you're not gonna cum, boy."
Randall now puts his lips on your left nip he's been rubbing and gently sucks and gently bites your nip. His right hand goes back down to your dick. You wiggle and writhe at the attention from this cowboy. All you see is his black hat as he works you over into a sexual frenzy.
Whenever Randall does look, he can see so much yearning and lust in my eyes that he almost can't believe how much spirit I have in me. And that's before he starts touching me, no, teasing me not only from the incredible heat formed from his close proximity but also from his hands beginning to roam about my body. At the first few rubs and twists, I try to silence my reactions, to not immediately fall for Randall but I am already so deeply lost to him that he knows...
DeleteAt his mention of denial, I shake my head and attempt to protest but Randall is in absolute full control. I barely finish speaking, or more accurately, he makes me finish with a scream, proving just how little my word is against his, as he fiercely plays with my nips and sudden whack to my cock. At his next lines, I almost reply with a murmured acknowledgement but I already feel the tip of his cowboy hat brushing my shoulders as his lips are already at my nips, and one of his thick gloved hands goes to town on my cock. Hanging as I am, I can't do anything but simply wriggle and wave about for Randall's amusement as every reaction to the teasing causes me to sway a little. I was already feeling crazy from merely being close to Randall and that was before he made his moves. Looking down upon Randall, seeing only that damn cowboy hat with a little hope that he might tip it at me, Randall definitely begin to feel a considerable amount of resistance trapped in his leather gloves, as my hardening cock began to rise, in the process of saluting to the smoking hot cowboy that is Randall.As he managed to elicit a few more moans from me, my dick was soon at full mast and he could feel my lust through his own jeaned crotch as our cocks brushed against each other, albeit with the layer of jeaned material imbetween.
"Randall, you are an absolute sexy cowboy god. Play with me however you fucking want."
I'm unable to gather much motion dangling but I do my best to thrust with my hips, as if trying to hump the cowboy's crotch with wild desire.
"I know my boy wants this cowboy, bad. Don't worry, I'm gonna play with my prisoner. And this cowboy wants more than just a little scream. Hell yeah, you'll be begging for this cowboy to fuck your brains out. You're my fucking prisoner for what fucking games I want. Come on boy, tell me how much you want me."
DeleteAgain, Randall starts licking and biting your right nip while he massages your rock hard dick.
"Ah fuck", you groan. "I'm gonna cum cowboy. You can do what you fucking want. Ah fuck.... that feels good."
Again Randall pulls back and slaps your dick hard. You scream. Randall laughs.
"Ah fuck yeah, boy", Randall says. "I enjoy bringing you orgasm and then fucking make you wait. You wanna explode don't ya, boy?"
"Fuck yeah, cowboy. Please let me cum."
Randall slaps your dick again. "Listen boy, you don't cum before the cowboy fucks your ass. Then maybe, I'll let you cum. Damn, I am horny."
Randall steps to tree and lets you down until your feet barely touch the ground. Randall ties the rope tight on the tree.
Randall removes his gloves and grabs some lube from his saddle bag. Randall glides over and squeezes some lube on his fingers.
Randall faces you and wraps those arms of his around you to slide his finger in your hole.
"Shit, your tight. Nothing my cowboy cock can't overcome."
You are now in a sexual frenzy. Groaning with Randall's finger in your ass. This cowboy embracing you.
At Randall's demand to tell him how much I want, no, need to be his, I can't help but release a flooding dam of begging and compliments to the sexy and absolutely overwhelming badass cowboy that he is.
Delete"I want you so much that I'd willing become a permanent bitch for your ranch, branding an' all. Use me for rodeo practise whenever the hell you want or anything at all. I'm just a dumb brute for you to tame, you absolute badass Cowboy."
...
As Randall strides away for a moment to fetch some stuff from the saddlebags, I can't help but notice he has a slight swagger. I hope my praise from his impossible coolness is reaching through to him, even as I teeter with my feet just able to brush the earth. Then, I find myself wrapped in his muscular arms, and I melt into what I mistakenly assume is a hug from the hunk. At least until a probing finger makes me wriggle...
"Nothing my cowboy cock can't overcome."
Just the blatant raw dominance had me moaning out and he just had to rub it in that he was goddamn cowboy. I mighta still been held upright, but that didn't stop my back from arching and pushing back up onto his finger, bucking about wild with desire. Bending forwards with my upper body, I strive to try and kiss the hunk's muscles as best as I can, overwhelmed with lust.
"I fucking dare you to prove it."
Panting and with my cock already hard, denied countless times already, the hint of arrogance is worn away.
"Oh fuck, I beg you, please Cowboy. I wish nothing more than for you to tip your hat at me with a giant cocky smirk, a secret weakness of mine, before you absolutely destroy my ass with the pro bronco busting skills you have."
"Hell yeah, boy. Eat my finger. Show me the hell you want this cowboy riding your ass!"
DeleteYou now arch your back and press hard against the cowboy's hand, driving his finger further up your ass. You groan in ecstasy.
"Please cowboy, bust this fucking bronc of yours."
The cowboy pulls out his finger and unzips his Wranglers. For the first time you see his muscular, rock hard cock escape the jean prison.
Shit you think. There's no way I'm gonna take in that fucker, but damn, I so want this cowboy.
You squirm on your rope as the cowboy slowly lubes his cock in front of you. His hand slowly glides up and down the huge shaft, now glistening with lube.
The cowboy smiles at ya.
"You ready to be ridden? You know you made a lot promises just now. Let's see how you buck before we start talking about brandin'. Hell yeah, you might make a good pony for my stud farm. I can't wait to get my cock up your ass and you can tell me how good my pro bronco busting skills are. Git ready boy for the ride of your life."
The cowboy tips his hat a ya before he twirls you around. Next you feel that huge mushroom head pressing against your tight ass cheeks.
"Come on boy, open up and let this cowboy in...."
The cowboy grabs your hips and starts pressing his shaft harder and harder. You open up and arch your back. His cock pops into your hole and starts sliding up your ass.
You scream in pain and sexual pleasure having this stud cowboy inside you. Randall continues to press his cock inside further and further.
Even though I'm still on my toes from the predicament I'm in, that doesn't stop me from backing up onto Randall's finger as enthusiastically as I can. It gets buried deep in my ass at my best attempts to show Randall that I was born ready for him.
Delete"Go on cowboy, break me till I ain't nothing more than exhausted tamed breeding stock for you, you absolute sexy god of a cowboy.Tucker me out so badly that you can smother my face with your crotch while I snort into it, too thoroughly ridden to be able to react to your mighty presence. I want to be the holster for the alpha's six-shooter..."
I plunge down onto Randall's finger, with lust urging me on... "Bring it on..." There's a spark of wildfire behind my eyes and I try to out-stare Randall for several moments, We were like a pair of hawks for a few frozen moments, like standstill at a duel except we were mighty dang close. I couldn't tell if I were winning or losing but by hell did Randall have all the aces.
A small pop later and his finger was out, but not before I had jerked forwards with a loud moan, breaking eye contact and losing the duel. I was so frustrated I almost tried to kick myself, I had to be able to beat Randall even marginally in some category. The sound of a zipper begin to grind through my thoughts and I looked towards the source. My mouth dropped wide open and I tried to back away at the weapon being put on proud displayed. "Fuck," I mumbled, "Everything really is bigger in Texas."
Next I'm disarmed at the dang smile, hell maybe it was even a smirk that hunk of a cowboy flashed at me.I dazedly nodded several times at his following words, lost in amigst the sight of him. Ridden? Hell yeah! Promises? Anything for this hunk. Good pony for him? Was that a compliment? No it was a future position I wanted to fill for him...
Seeing one of his strong hands reach upwards towards his face, my eyes seemed to perk up following the motion, until it closed around his hat. I held my breath...before giving an unmanly sound, like a swoon at the sexy cowboy hat tip. The sudden apparent shaking in my legs catch Randall's attention and oh, he knows utterly exactly what I am. I am his prey, just a city slicker whose enthralled by his cowboy charm. With minimal effort, the badass spins me around, only adding to the spinning feeling that I feel from the hat tip.
Then I'm ground back into reality, as I feel like there's a bull trying to shove its way in. Heck, by the size of that longhorn, I wouldn't say that's too much difference in it. I tried to let the cowboy in, and inch by inch, Randall began to claim his way inside my ass. I tried to make it easy for him, just so we could set things up but my body fought on its own, against his huge cock that was plugging my ass like a six-shooter in a custom holster. This was it, he who had haunted my thoughts with his sexyness had finally got me where he wanted.
At his rodeo.
You feel Randall's stud cock slowly pushing inside you deeper and deeper. Your legs almost give out as you swoon and enjoy this cowboy stud in all his sexual glory. As your body naturally pushes back at Randall's slow push inside, Randall keeps going in deeper and deeper, pushing past any resistant from this stud.
DeleteYou groan in pain and ecstasy. You want more of this cowboy. You grunt and groan. Between breaths, you say, "I want you cowboy, keep coming in."
Randall is in utter ecstasy as well. This is his rodeo and he has his pony riding that cock. He knows as he slowly presses in deeper the raw pain his huge cock is giving you. Hell, he doesn't care, as he has many times before. Getting anyone, male or female to take his huge cock has always been a challenge. But now he can ensure his cock finds its place deep within your ass and he knows there's nothing you can do but take his meat.
"Ah... fuck... yeah... take my meat, boy... ah... shit yeah.... ah fuck you feel good boy..."
Randall is now fully inside as you feel his balls slap your ass. Randall pauses and lets your ass grow accustomed to being forced wide by his thick cock.
Randall reaches around your body with his right arm and starts to rub your left tit. You wiggle and groan. The rope around your body with your feet barely on the ground and his prick firmly up your ass, you can't move and only slightly wiggle.
Randall's left hand moves down to your cock that is now rock hard and sore. Randall starts to gently massage your cock. You are his total slave and fully engrossed in this one sexual moment. Never have you been so sexually fulfilled.
You feel the brim of Randall's hat brush your head and Randall's right arm tightens to hold in you place as Randall starts to pull his cock slowly out to start riding his study pony.
If it weren't for the rope that was keeping me upright, I'd be down on my knees already for Randall. As it was, my wilting into his body only made me slide down on his cock until its entire length was plugging my ass. If it was anyone else, I would already be trying to thrash around and dislodge him but Randall was a hell of a lot more experienced than the rest. With a single hand, he began to tame me, gently stroking, almost unbearably. It seemed too kind a way to break in a mustang, but by heck, it was a torturous kind of gentle. I was moaning and nuzzling against him in a pleading kind of manner, my cock having already been denied countless times, having been in a hard salute since the moment Randall had decided on me being his prey.
DeleteSomething close to a steel bar locked itself around my chest, until realising that it was one of Randall's chisseled arms keeping me close. I couldn't help but admire the absolute hunk of a cowboy that he was. A shiver runs down my back at the unexpected touch of his hat and I turn my around as best as I can, gazing into the cowboy's eyes. In an instinctive lustful motion, my head lurches back but is unable to close the distance due to my hanging position and from still being totally trapped by Randall's huge cock, so instead my mouth is partially open, an offering for Randall to claim and use with his own lips, if he wants to... That offering soon changes to a loud grunt and moan as his cock begins to pull out, although I manage to maintain the position for a few seconds.
Randall's hat brim presses against your head as Randall tightens your embrace to impale you again on his cock. You arch your back to take all this cowboy in and let our a loud groan through your open lips.
DeleteRandall moans, "Fuck yeah... aaahhhh fuck, yeah.... take my cock you bitch boy. Shit you feel good on my rod. Take me all the way in... fuck yeah..."
Randall starts his thrusting motion, impaling you over and over on his huge rod. With each thrust, you squeeze your ass as hard as you can to give Randall the bronc ride he wants. Based upon Randall's animal grunts, you assume he is enjoying this as much as you are.
Randall's left hand continues to hold your hard dick and with all Randall's thrusts, your cock is rubbing his hand hard. You know that you are about to start emitting loads of cum in this cowboy's hand. You patiently wait for Randall to cum first.
Randall is now thrusting you faster and faster as his breath quickens and you can tell he is about to climax.
You are thankful for the rope holding you and Randall's tight embrace as your knees give way. Randall and the rope hold you.
You again try to turn to see Randall's face, but you can only see his eyes are closed under his black hat brim.
Randall keeps impaling you without stopping. Your ass is now used to his big rod and he effortlessly rides you like a rodeo bronc.
"Yee Haw", Randall shouts out. "Fuck yeah, I'm about to cum, bitch. Fuck yeah, get ready for a load, fucker."
Randall is now quickening his thrusts and tenses up as you start to feel him unload shot after shot of hot cum in your ass. At the same time, you start to fill his hand with your own loads of hot cum. He doesn't seem to mind to stop filling your ass full.
Randall starts to slow down his thrusts and you feel his arm release. Now you are glad for the lasso around your chest to hold you up. You're not sure you could stand on your own.
Randall pulls himself out and trots around to face you.
"Fuck yeah, that was one helluva of a fuck. Shit, I think I can keep you around the ranch for a while, pard. You know the work I'm gonna give you."
Randall smiles as he wipes your cum on your bare chest.
"I think I need ya to clean me up a bit. Shit, you got cum all over my hand and boots. And look at all the cum on my dick."
Randall walks over to the rope and releases enough slack that you drop to your knees. Randall walks over for you start your next task with this cowboy.
Randall was such a pro that my antics to be riled up like a thrashing bronc didn't even phase him. Hell, the loud triumphant yeehaw in my ears almost caused me to fire early but Randall had to go first. I was his, to do as he wished. He rode me so hard that he broke me, my own cock loosing to his raw overpowering dominance as I succumbed to him.I couldn't help but unleash my load as he blasted me repeatedly with his own, till my ass was full of his cum. As all my strength and pride left my body, having been tamed by the cowboy, my body began to wilt, tired, worn out, broken in by a relentless rodeo cowboy. The moment Randall pulled out, I began to sag, my knees quivering with only the rope embrace keeping me in place. Stammering and still pantering, I murmer in an awed tone,
Delete"You are an utter cowboy god. You're the biggest and most badass broncobuster ever."
As he steps around and faces me, as shiver goes through me at the word "keep" and even thought I just got thoroughly rode to the finish, even my dick tried to perform a salute. Kept by Randall? Is he serious or just messing with me? Either way, I'm still enthralled by the ride that's just taken place to truly keep my head on straight. Heck, Randall's smile catches me off guard from under the brim of his hat again. I'm still snorting in air as the ropes are loosened but I still immediately drop to the ground, still in awe of Randall.
I don't even know where to start first with the task of helping clean him up. I oogle him up for several seconds before shaking my head to clear my thoughts and try to act a little sensibly. I can't just let him wait around with his hands out while I tend to the rest. How's he meant to pose like a badass cowboy like that? I open my mouth and offer it up to him, leaning towards the wet hand. As he slides his fingers in, I lick his hand till its clean but quickly. I didn't want to linger and make things awkward for Randall. That's not to say I didn't try to tease him. After licking his rough country hands clean, instead of backing off, I took just one of his fingers in my mouth and sucked repeatedly, while moving back and forth a little, just enough to amuse him before releasing them. Now Randall was free to pose like a badass cowboy.
Meanwhile, I had to turn my attention elsewhere... That which was framed in his jeans. Taking a moment to compose myself, I then thrust my head forward, my lips wrapping his dick and sliding gently along its length. I went nice and slow so as to not agitate Randall after such a hard tight ride. All along its length, my tongue licked clean, slowly and gently, making sure to get every part free of his own cum. I swallowed every single drop that I could reach but that was the problem. I could only go so far by myself along the length of his huge cock. I look up at Randall, trying to ask with my eyes for a little help. I was so, so close to the base of his cock, but I needed a little push from Randall.
As you look up at Randall, you see his eyes closed and he slowly tilts his head back. Randall slightly pulls his cock out of your hot mouth as he leans back. You feel his cock start to get hard again. Damn, Randall may not be finished yet.
DeleteRandall reaches his hands around your head and pulls you fully into his crotch. You slide his dick as far into throat as you can and feel his pubic hair on your face.
You roll your tongue around his shaft as Randall is now getting fully engaged and starts to slide your head up and down his shaft. Randall wants more action and probably wants to fill your other hole with his cum. You thought he filled you fully before, but this cowboy god has more cum than you figured.
Now Randall has one thing on his mind as he forces you harder and faster up and down his shaft in a full face fuck. Randall is moaning and groaning.
"Suck me boy. Suck me hard bitch. Fuck yeah, I know you want this cowboy. You want to taste this fucking cowboy cum. You know my cum is gonna be fucking sweet. Take my meat and suck me hard."
As my face is buried in his pubic hair, I give a good sniff of the jean and cowboy musky smell, taking in the scent of the absolute hunk that is Randall as my throat takes in all of Randall's cock.With the honor of getting to holster all of his weapon, I suck like I've never sucked before. With the lasso having been loosened and now draping across my legs, my arms come around and are around his jeaned ass, feeling the surge of power from his body each time the cowboy thrusts into me through not only my mouth but my hands too. A few hard thrusts later, and I'm struggling against the cowboy cock. I'm still pleasing the cowboy for all my worth, but my hands have slid under the back of Randall's shirt and are clinging onto the muscled hunk's back, trying to hold on as I'm relentlessly pounded. Hell, from the force of it, Randall's cowboy hat was becoming askew. I sucked with all my might, pleasuring Randall's cock with my tongue each time it thrust itself in and as I did so, I looked up into Randall's eyes and tried to silently plead with an upward glance for him to swing his hat around in the air as he triumphantly won this rodeo.My tongue could feel the incredible hardness of his proud cowboy cock and I could feel his balls on my chin with each thrust. All my lust-heightened senses told me this cowboy was ready to fan the hammer and here I was, sucking away, ready to take it all.
DeleteRandall started shooting his jism down my throat. His flood of cum filled my mouth. I struggled to swallow to keep his cum from spilling from my lips. Randall is still riding me like the cowboy he is and pumping his cock hard down my throat will having a cowboy orgasm that just won't stop. You enjoy feeling his surge of power with each thrust as Randall unloads his sweet jism.
DeleteRandall slows down and you feel his cock starting to soften. You keep holding on to Randall keeping him close and trying to prevent him from moving away.
Randall breaks your hold and grabs his cowboy hat and twirls it in the air.
"Yee Haw! That's how a cowboy rides, fucker. You enjoyed getting fucked by this cowboy?"
"Hell yeah", you reply. "Cowboy, I'll do whatever you want. You are such a fucking hot stud."
"Shit, boy. Hell yeah, I could use a bitch like you to lick my boots, suck my cock, and be by bitch boy for riding your ass. You wanna be this cowboy's bitch?"
"Yes cowboy, I will gladly enjoy serving a stud god like you. Please let me be your bitch boy", you plead.
"Shit", Randall slowly drawls. "Hell, what am I going to do. You give one fucking head, dude. Hell yeah, I could get used to getting sucked like that."
"Please cowboy, I'll be your cock sucker."
"Damn", Randall drawls on. "Maybe I could use you in the bunk house for some more fun. You wanna be my branded stock? I may need you as a hired hand to muck the shit and do other labor. Your pay may be 3 squares per day and getting all the cowboy cum you can stand?"
You ponder the proposal by Randall.
Seeing Randall pose so confidently, shouting triumphantly as he swung his hat around, while I was still down on my knees, still trying to swallow the last remains of his cum that he had blasted into me, was so damn hot. To every question I replied with an immediate hell yeah, completely broken to being his personal mount. Then an edge of seriousness crept into his tone, and I had to process the last question. Randall wanted... me? On his ranch? I almost begged him, already being on my knees in front of this hunk of a cowboy it seemed the right thing to do, but...
DeleteI couldn't resist being cheeky one last time. I wiggled my ass a little..
"You should go heat up a branding iron, or get any of the other cowboys on your ranch to fetch it for you then, you sexy hunk of a cowboy. Please cowboy, own me as branded stock on your ranch. Nothing would be greater than to hang around here, catching sight of the badass cowboy that is you"
"Shit", Randall drawls. "I guess I've got me some new stock for the ranch."
DeleteRandall fully takes his lasso off my body. He knows that I won't run. He winds his lasso and ties it to his saddle.
"Well pard, you either climb up on my saddle or you're gonna have to run behind my horse."
You don't wait to mount the saddle. The cool leather on your bare legs sends a sexual urge through your body. Randall steps up in a spur and swings his leg around the horse behind you. Suddenly you feel Randall tight behind your back. You about faint in his arms.
Randall spurs his horse and the two of you start galloping through the woods and meadow back to his place. Each step of the horse sends thrills down your body as you sense Randall behind you. You start wondering what will be in store for you as you and Randall ride.
For a while, Randall doesn't say anything. Breaking the silence except for the sound of the horse hoofs, Randall asks, "So boy, you've ever been ranch stock before?"
You reply, "No cowboy, but I've never been with a cowboy stud like yourself."
Randall replies, "Well pard, I keep stud ponies in the barn. You'll always have to be ready to ride, whenever the cowboy wants."
"Fuck yeah, cowboy. I'll always be ready", you reply.
"Good. And yeah, I'll use you for rodeo events any time I please. My favorite event is bare back riding... I want a good buckin' horse for that event, every time. You understand?"
"Absolutely cowboy. I'll be bucking like a tournament bronc so you can get the biggest rodeo score with every ride."
DeleteI'm talkin' big but on the inside, I'm still quivering from having Randall's chest propped against my back. I run my hands along his jeans a little, still marveling on how on earth was I so lucky to have caught Randall's eye. Even though I was still totally enthralled by the sexyness of the cowboy who was taking me along for a scenic ride, I was a little bit apprehensive about so-called being kept in the barn. Surely this was just a bit of cowboy humor. I damn well wanted to help out on the ranch, but I weren't gonna get locked in a stall. Maybe for a few minutes to go along with this prank Randall seemed intent on pulling...
As we continued to gallop across the countryside, the worry faded away, lulled as I lent a little back against Randall's chest. By the time we arrived back at the ranch, I was completely at ease and still utterly Randall's new stock.
Dusk was setting in when we arrived at Randall's ranch. There was a small house and an oversized barn. Randall dismounted and pulled you out of the saddle and you landed hard on the ground.
Delete"Well, the work starts now pard", Randall drawls. "You wanna eat, you git to work. Put the horse up in the barn. And while you're in the barn, pick out the stall you want to own."
Randall turned and walked up the stairs to his house. His spurs clanked and boots make a loud thud with each step his took on the wooden steps and porch. Suddenly Randall disappeared into the house.
You lead the horse into the barn and take off his saddle and blanket. You lead the horse into one of many stalls and take off his bridle and reins. You close the stall door and start to explore the oversized barn, wondering if Randall is joking or really expects you to sleep in a stall.
As Randall walked away, there was no doubt that Randall knew that my eyes kept flicking down towards his spurs. Still I had a job assigned to me, by the mighty hot Randall. I'd best get to it.
DeleteAfter unsaddling the horse, I took several minutes to brush and pat down the mighty steed who had the honor of being Randall's mount. I tried to take as best care of Randall's property as I could. Once the horse was all content, I left the stall and began to look around. Sure the barn was big, but what caught my attention the most was the impressive array of tack hanging on one of the walls. There was everything from saddles to coils and coils of rope. As I marvelled a little at the huge display, I noticed a hand-sized folded up object that looked out of place. Inquisitively I reached for it, unfurling it to reveal a black hood. I pondered for a moment what it was for before giving a shrug. Maybe it was for calming horses, so they couldn't see...
Folding it back up and placing it back, albeit just out of place that anyone who frequented the barn would notice the difference, my attention turned back to Randall's words. Pick out a stall huh? Well, I'll humor the hot cowboy. Glancing up and down at all the stalls, I noticed one that was empty of both horse and any gear. I flicked the latch and walked inside, before leaning up against the barn wall. My ears were perked up, straining to alert me of the earliest signs of Randall's approach. I didn't know what his plans were but I was ready for him to saunter over. Heck, there was no way I'd stay here all quiet-like while the hunky cowboy was only so many yards away. He'd have to tie me to the stall so I wouldn't rush out to serve him before I'd sleep in it if he was serious.
Gah, how did I manage to walk into the sexiest cowboy in the west?
The last thought might have been said outloud and my voice definitely carried through the gap in the ajar barn door.
You hear the spurs clanking as Randall comes out of the house and down the wooden stairs. You can tell he is walking across the ground from the house to the barn. You press close to the walls of the barn waiting for Randall to appear in the doorway. You picked a stall that has a good view of the door.
DeleteRandall appears and strides over to the stall.
"Glad my stock picked his stall".
Randall looks on his horse.
"Hell yeah, you did a good job taking care of my horse. Hell yeah, you'll fuckin' make a good ranch hand a I already know you're a good fuck."
Randall walks by the tack wall and grabs a horse hobble and a lead rope as he comes over to your stall door. Randall fills the doorway and you get rock hard. Damn, Randall holds a power over you that you will do just about anything he asks.
Randall throws the horse hobble over to you and smiles.
"Put on the gear".
You gladly put the leather horse hobble around your ankles. Randall walks over and you feel a rope loop around your neck and Randall pulls it tight and pulls you up to your feet.
"Well bitch, let's git some vittles before we have some more fun, huh?"
Randall leads you out of the stall. You follow and love hearing his spurs clink as he walks. Randall's eyes follow the tack wall and stare at the leather hood that's out of place. He keeps on walking, but he noticed.
Randall leads you across the yard, up the stairs, and into the house. You feel the warmth of the wood stove and he leads you to the kitchen table. He forces you to a chair and ties the lead rope to the chair back.
"I hope yer hungry. No comments on the grub."
Randall makes two plates and puts one in front of you.
Even while Randall had his back turned to me whilst he picked out the tack, I couldn't help but marvel at the hot cowboy. And that was before he filled my stall with his dominating aura as he stood in the doorway. Everything about him overpowers my senses and even his smile was disarming. I barely manage to tear my gaze away from him to secure the hobble.
DeleteAt finding a rope around my neck, I looked up, ready to complain but every word faltered in my throat at the sight of Randall. He was a badass cowboy and had every right to do as he wished with me.I obey the tug of the rope, moving as directed. If it weren't for Randall deliberately taking me inside, I'd drop down and lick those damn spurs that were glinting tauntingly right in front of me with every step.
Once inside, I didn't give Randall any hastle as the rope was tied to the chair. As the plates were laid down, I was half-amused that Randall hadn't tried to make it a challenge for me to eat. Naturally I waited for the cowboy in charge to dig in before I followed suit. I almost said that the food looked good but I didn't wanna break the no comments rule. For all I knew, this sexy hot cowboy would be all to eager to muzzle me if I spoke out of turn so I ate without a word, merely drinking in the raw presence of Randall.
As you both ate, Randall just stared at you, also eating in silence. You wonder what was going through Randall's mind.
DeleteAfter both of you finished, Randall orders you to clean up the kitchen. He unties your lead rope from the chair and wanders off into the cabin. His spurs making a tin clink sound on the wooden floors.
You dutifully clean up the few dishes from the table and hand wash them in the sink. You ae sort of lost in your work when Randall sneaks up from behind and grabs your lead rope.
"Well pard, now that you've done your chores, how 'bout we go out to the barn for some fun? I see you've already seen my tack. You ready to try some out, boy?"
"Yes sir", you almost shout with anticipation.
"Good boy, nice and eager. That's what I like", Randall says as he tugs your lead rope and leads you out of the house.
As you cross over to the barn, the night air has gotten a bit chilly. Randall leads you into the barn.
"First, boy. I need you to strip and get ready for some fun. You can take your gear off to get stripped, but then I want you to put it back on. I'm gonna gear up."
Randall disappears into the adjoining tack room while you strip. You quickly do his bidding and stand waiting, stripped, with your lead rope around your neck and the hobble back on your feet.
Randall appears in the doorway. He's taken off his shirt and put on a black leather vest that clearly shows his strong muscles. He still has a black cowboy hat and now has on leather chaps.
Shit, he is one helluva of cowboy. Your cock immediately gets hard.
"Well boy, let's see what fun we can have. I see you found your hood", as Randall grabs the leather hood from the wall. Randall turns towards you and your world goes black as the hood goes over your head and Randall fastens it in place. Every breath is now filled with leather scent.