Predator – Chapter 3

Sunday morning comes and we both start stirring in the bed.  Suddenly I realize that I’m sleeping with a fucking hot cowboy!  Damn, what a fine night I remember.  The weekend will be over before we know it.  Shit, I wish it didn’t have to end.  This was a clearly a weekend I would not forget.

Butch lays another kiss on my lips and warmly greets me.  Fuck, I start getting hot just cuddling with this cowboy.  He caresses my back.  Shit, do we have ever have to leave this bed?

We both skip showering for now.  The rank smell of man sex on both of us and we are both clearly turned on by each other’s smell.

I prepare breakfast while Butch attends to the horses in the barn.  During breakfast, we both agree that hunting is out – we have other things in mind.  After some lengthy discussion around the table, we both agree to do have an outlaw cowboy scene before we break camp.

After we clean up the breakfast mess, Butch dresses in an old western outfit – chaps, boots, spurs, leather vest, long faded bandana around your next, and cowboy hot.  I’m dressed as more the farmer or rancher guy.

Butch puts on a nice black leather gun holster with two pistols and he carefully shows me that all twelve bullets are out before you tie each gun holster around your leg.  Damn you make the hottest outlaw cowboy and I just want to fuck your ass right now and here.  I’m getting a hard-on in my pants, which you take notice of the tent forming.

Next you hand me a double barrel rifle, ensuring again there are no rounds in the chamber.

We both head outside to the barn where you saddle up your horse and hand me the shovel to muck your horses stall.  Figures you get to go riding while I'm left to shovel your horses shit.

Butch takes off riding while I clean the horse shit from the stall.  I am wheeling the wheelbarrow outside when you come back slowly riding up to the barn.  I drop the wheelbarrow and head for my rifle.

“Whoa, mister”, Butch says, “I’m not looking for any trouble.”

“Whatcha doing here, boy”, I reply.

“I’m just riding through.  Maybe looking for a bite to eat.”

“Well, cowboy.  You can jist keep in riding.  The breakfast is up and I don’t give free handouts.  You look like trouble to me”.

By now, you have your rifle leveled at me.

“Okay mister, I’ll just keep moseying on down the road.  You do look like you have an urge in your pants that I could help with, if you catch my drift.”

“Hell now, cowboy.  You just giddy up your horse and get the hell off my land.  You’re nuthin’ but trouble with a capital T.”

“Okay mister, jist put your rifle down and I’ll git out of your way.”

I lower my rifle and you disappear around the barn.  I head back to the wheelbarrow out in the middle of the yard.

Suddenly Butch comes flying out from the other side of the barn.  You have your lasso flying and your horse is coming at me full gallop.  You let your lasso fly, which finds its mark and quickly envelops me.  The slack is quickly gone from the rope as you dally it off on your saddle horn.  The rope goes taunt and I am jerked off my feet to be dragged a good 20 feet behind your horse before it stops.  Damn that lasso hurts.

Butch jumps off the horse and is on top of me using another rope to tie my hands with a couple of figure-8 dallies.  Next my feet are bound with more figure-8 dallies from the same rope.  Your horse keeps the tension on the lasso around my body.

Butch stands up to admire his roping work.  he places his boot on my crotch and press.

“Like I said, pard’ner.  I can help you take care of that bulge for you.  And I just think I will.”

Shit, I’m fucking hard looking at the fucking hot outlaw cowboy image you pose.  Damn, with your chaps, gun holster, and rodeo buckle, you are one fucking hot cowboy.  Again, I’m willing to do whatever it is you want.

Butch leans down and slowly and deliberately unsnaps my shirt.  He plays with my nipples, twisting them tight until I scream.

“Yeah, you’ll do just fine”, you say to yourself.

Butch wanders back to his horse where he opens his saddle bag and pulls out a bandana and bottle.  He walks over to me and unzip my jeans and pulls out my cock and then he starts using his boots to play with my cock.  Damn I’m hard, especially with your boot play.  I start pleading for you to jack me off.  Butch opens the bottle and pour something on the bandana.  By now, I know your methods.  You are going to chloroform again.  Sure enough, Butch starts man handling my cock while pressing the chloroform soaked bandana over my mouth.  I’m now ready to orgasm with you stroking my cock, but before I cum, I pass out, releasing my orgasm as I go limp.

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I come to, still out in the open yard.  I’m now fully tied to a chair.  My arms are tied behind the chair.  I’m completely roped to the chair.  My arms, thighs, legs, and neck are all roped and tied to the chair.  The only part of my body not tied is my cock, which has been freed from my open jeans.  My shirt is missing revealing my roped chest and upper body.  A bandana gag covers my mouth.

Butch comes into view, still dressed as the hot outlaw cowboy.   He takes his pistols and start rubbing my naked chest.

“Yeah, boy.  I’m glad you’re awake so we can start the games.  You like your outlaw cowboy taking you as his fucking prisoner?  Hell yeah, I’m gonna enjoy working that bulging cock of yours.”

Butch starts playing with my cock with one of the pistols.  I’m fucking hard and groaning through the gag.  Fuck, I’ve never had this experience, being manhandled by a fucking hot cowboy.  My dick is so rock hard, enjoying being caressed by the cool metal of your pistol.  Damn this is hot.

“Hell yeah, boy.  You look like your dick is ready to burst.  I’m going to enjoy watching you come into orgasm. Of course, you know the games.  I’ll probably bring you to organism, only to put you out for a while – that’s my fun.  Hell, you are such a fucking fun prisoner to play with, boy.”

Butch holsters his pistols and puts on his leather gloves.  You start jacking my hard dick.  Damn, you are good and I’m in fucking ecstasy, ready to cum.  My precum starts leaking from my piss hole.  Fuck, I enjoy the feel of your leather gloves on my cock.

“Oh boy, I don’t think I’m ready for our fun to end.  Not just yet.  We are just getting started.”

I’m trying to scream into my gag.  Shit, I fucking want to cum so badly, Butch.  Hell, I will give anything to explode.  I don’t think my dick can take another round.

Butch reaches up with his other gloved hand and presses hard against my neck.  He starst cutting off the blood flow to my brain.  I’m in fucking ecstasy as my head spins, I start getting dizzy and tingly, and then everything goes black.

I am only out about 15 seconds, when I come to.  Again, I’ve lost my orgasm when I passed out.  You start jerking my dick again with your gloved hand.  You smile as you enjoy this game.  I’m struggling at my ropes and I so want my cock to feel relief.

“Just be patient my boy.  That’s why I have you my prisoner.  I want you to want to do what I say.  I think you are almost there.”

I try to nod and scream I will do whatever you fucking want, just give my cock relief.  But the ropes and gag prevent me to anything other than moaning and squirming.

You so enjoy your game.  My precum starts leaking again, and you reach up and again, press my neck hard to bring on another round of black-out for me.

Again, I quickly come to.

“Is my boy ready now?” you ask.

I try to nod.

“Yeah, boy.  You are the good boy now aren’t you?”

Butch sits on my knees with his leather chaps.  Damn they feel good.  You lean close to my body, pressing your silver trophy buckle and gun buckle against my skin.  They feel so cool.  Your leather vest inflames my nostrils with the smell of leather and cowboy.  Damn, I’m fucking ready for this cowboy.

Butch starts jacking my dick again while he runs his other hand up and down my smooth body.  Tracing the ropes that bind me.

When I am almost ready to cum, Butch gets up and take off the gun belt, his leather chaps, and his jeans.  Butch is now naked from the waist down.  You get some lube and lube my rock hard dick.  You lube your fuck hole.  Then you come over to me and straddle me on the chair.  My dick is now poised to ram your fuck hole.

“You ready to ride this cowboy, boy?”

I am groaning under my bandana gag.  Hell, I’m so ready to give my cock relief.

Butch starts slowly inserting my cock up his ass.  Butch grabs ahold of the chair as he is pressing himself tight against my naked chest.  Once my cock is fully inside his ass, he starts riding my cock, just like he is riding a horse.

“Does that feel good on your cock, boy?  You like it when a cowboy rides you like the fucking stud horse you are?  I told you that I would take care of your bulge.  Shit yeah…. Fuck yeah, boy.  I’m gonna ride that cock good.  Fuck you dick feels so good inside my ass.  Fuck yeah.”

Butch is now riding my cock hard and groaning hard in ecstasy.  I am straining at my ropes, fucking enjoying the ride.  Your leather vest slides up and down my chest.  Shit, I’m so fucking enjoying this experience.  I never want it to end.  Your ass feels so good on my hard cock and there is nothing I can do.  You are in complete control and you know it.

“Fuck yeah, boy.  I like riding your cock.  Fuck yeah, this cowboy likes to ride cock…. Feel your cock up my ass… hell yeah… ah… fuck yeah…”

My cock slides gently up and down your well lubed ass.  You slowly ride my cock like the expert cowboy you are.  It doesn’t take long for me to cum up your ass.

You stop and remove my bandana gag to lay a hot wet kiss on my lips.

“I hope my boy likes getting rode by a cowboy.”

“Hell yeah, cowboy.  You can ride me anytime”, I whisper back.  “Shit, that was fucking awesome.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.  Now it’s time for this cowboy to get some relief for his cock.  You ready?”

“Hell yeah.  I’ll do anything for you, cowboy.”

“Good boy.  Time for you to sleep again.”

Again, you chloroform me to put me to sleep.

When I wake up, I’m now tied-up draped over your saddle.  My arms are tied to the base of the saddle stand, and my legs are tied on the opposite side.  My ass is exposed to the sunlight.  Your prisoner to ride.

“Welcome back boy, for one last ride.  Let’s make this one good.”

Butch lubes my fuckhole with his fingers and lubes his dick.  Slowly Butch inserts his huge mushroom head up my ass.  My ass resists as you slowly push your head in my smaller hole.  My hole quickly opens up and the rest of your seven and a half inches snake up my ass.  You are now fully inside and rest while my ass gets used to your big grower.

Slowly you start your rhythmic thrusts and you release your passion and pleasure riding my ass like the fucking great cowboy you are.  Your cock enjoys the hot moist feel of my ass.  You start thrusting and riding me harder as you fucking enjoy giving your cock what it wants.  The saddle creaks as we ride together.

“Fuck yeah, boy… take my cock… fuck yeah… you like my cock up your ass, boy? See how this cowboy likes to rides you boy.  Shit yeah, your ass belongs to this cowboy, boy.  Fuck yeah…  your ass pleases my cock.  You like being ridden in my saddle, boy?  Hell yeah, you enjoy pleasing this cowboy!”

“Hell yeah, cowboy.  Fucking ride my ass.  Ride my ass harder, cowboy.”

Yee haw!  This cowboy is going fucking ride your ass bare back like you deserve!  You’re my fucking cum bitch!  Get ready to take my cum up your ass.”

Butch is now bucking my ass full speed when he starts to tense up and shoot his fucking hot wad up my ass.  His manhood shoots up in large cum streams that his cock then mixes on the next thrust.  My ass is now turning sticky from all the cum Butch unloads.

You pull your cock out of my ass and rest yourself on my back.  Both of us are spent.

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We both shower and clean-up the camp.  We load up our supplies and the horses into the trailer.  We shoot the breeze on the way back to the truck stop so I can retrieve my truck.

Damn, it was a fucking hot weekend.  I keep hoping I will see you again at the Wallisville diner sometime so we can talk and maybe have another fucking hot hunting weekend.

Yeah cowboy, I learned I was your fucking prey.  You stalked me like the expert you predator you are.  Maybe it was all just a game, but damn, that weekend was one of the best of my life.  I enjoyed being your prey and becoming your willing slave for the weekend.  You can hunt me again anytime, cowboy.

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