Hunted - Part 1

Monday

I had hit the road before sun-up.  I was an insurance salesman driving from East Texas over to Louisiana for my first sales call of the day.  It was still dark out and I was traveling down a lonely two lane road that seemed to go on forever.

I crested a hill just to see the sun starting to turn the sky twilight.  Next the engine light came on the dashboard and I started seeing steam rise from the hood.  I pulled the car over.

“Damn” I said.  I got out and raised the hood.  The radiator hose had busted.  “Great” I muttered under my breath.  I took out my cell phone and noticed I had no cell service.

“Now what”, I thought.  I waited in the car about 30 minutes when I saw some headlights coming over the hill.  I ran out into the road and flagged down a pick-up truck.  Four red neck cowboys get out.  The pick-up truck had a 4-wheeler in the bed and another 4-wheeler on a trailer.  Several rifles hung from a gun rack on the back window.

“Hey guys, I seem to have busted my radiator hose.  You guys any good with cars?  I need to get to an appointment in Louisiana this morning.  I’m in a pile of shit, if you know what I mean.  No fucking cell service.”

The cowboys talked amongst themselves.  One, I later learned was Ty spoke up.  “Ain’t got no radiator hose, mister.  Best we can do is give you a lift into the next town.  Maybe they can git you a tow.  Yeah, you’re in a pile of shit.”

“Alright”, I replied. “Let me get my gear.”

I climbed into the back seat of the pick-up between two young cowboys.  We took off down the road. 

“So you guys from around here?”, I asked.

“No”, said Ty, the cowboy sitting to my right replied.  “We’re on our way for a hunting trip.”

“You like hunting?”, asked Sam, the cowboy on my left.

“Nope, I never really got into hunting”, I replied.

“Too bad, we really like to hunt”, said Sam.

“Hell yeah” chimed in Ty.  “Deer, birds, bitches… it moves, we’ve probably hunted it”, Ty laughed.  All the guys in the truck laughed with Ty.

“Hell Ty, you think you’re god’s gift to women.  You can’t hardly get a date, let alone some good cunt”, joked Sam.

“Fuck you Sam”, replied Ty.  “Your fucking hand would get jealous if your cock was in pussy.”

“You two boys better behave yourselves, before Curt and I stop the truck and whoop your asses”, said Jesse, who was driving.

“Fuck you, Jesse”, said Ty,

“I’d like to see the two of you try to whoop our asses”, said Sam.

A few minutes of silence went by.  Ty asked, “What kind of work do you do, mister?”

“I sell insurance”, I replied.

“Insurance?  Kind of a wussy job”, replied Sam.  “Guess that explains why you look the way you do.”

I was a bit stunned, but did notice that all four cowboys where muscular and in-shape.

“You married?”, asked Jesse.

“Naw”, I replied.

“You queer?”, asked Sam.

“Hell no”, I replied. 

“We ain’t neither”, replied Sam.  “But we do like to hunt just about anything on two-legs with our cocks.”

All four guys got a big laugh out of Sam’s joke.

Jesse replied, “Sam, just remember, your hand gets jealous if anyone else touches your damn cock.”

“Fuck you Jesse.  You’re jealous you don’t have a big dick”, said Sam.

Now I’m getting a bit uncomfortable.  I can’t wait for the next town.  These 4 rednecks were starting to get on my nerves.

Curt turned in the front and asked, “You like riding?”

“Naw”, I replied.  “I don’t ride”.

“Shit”, said Curt.  “Damn I love to ride.  Having a horse or four-wheeler between my legs.  Also a good bitch.  Damn, I love to ride.”

Jesse said, “Damn yeah cowboy, you like to rope and ride.”

Sam said, “Shit, you two fucking love to rope anything that moves.”  Sam turned to me, “So pardner, you’d better watch those two, they’ll rope your ass in a minute if you let them.”

“We about to town?”, I asked.

“Naw, it’s still a good 30 miles more”, replied Jesse.

We made some small talk for a few more miles.

Ty said, “Shit, I hope we score ourselves a nice buck this year.”

Ty who was sitting to my right reached down and pulled his pistol on me.  Sam, who was on my left quickly pulled my hand behind my back.  Sam tied both of my hands behind my back. 

Sam said, “Damn Ty, I think we just scored us our first buck of the trip.”

I was quickly taken prisoner and put on the floor. Sam tied my feet together.  A bandana was tied around my mouth and another bandana around my eyes.  A blanket was thrown over me and my cell phone taken.  Next I felt Ty and Sam boots  on top of me.

Curt spoke up from the front seat.  “You jist lay down and be quiet, boy.  We’re going huntin’ and need us a maid.”  All the guys laughed.  “You’ll git home in about a week, if you don’t do anything foolish.”

Ty laughed and said, “Yeah, we need more than a huntin’ house slave, I think we may need a huntin’ house whore!”

Jesse asked, “Boy, I hope you know how to cook.  I git tired of the crap these boys cook.”

“Sam replied, “Shut your fuckin’ face Jesse, you like the crap I cooked last time.”

We drove for several hours.  I could tell as we went through small towns we would slow down or stop at a light.  The guys talked about work, hunting, and other small town stuff.  We stopped once for gas.  Ty and Sam stayed in the truck with a pistol at my head.  I knew they were serious.

Finally we headed down a dirt road and it got fairly bumpy.  Then we stopped and everyone got out.  I was lead inside a small cabin and tied tightly to a chair.  The cowboys unloaded their truck and 4-wheelers.  All I could think about was how to make an escape.

After the gear was unpacked, all four cowboys came into the cabin.  I was stripped and retied.  Curt and Jesse had put on leather chaps.  All the guys were either bare chested or had unbuttoned shirts.  All four of them wore gun belts and pistols.

Jesse said, “Boy, we’re jist four cowboys who need a maid for the week.  We’re here to do some huntin’ and raisin’ some hell.  We need someone to cook us some vittles.  You obey, and we set you free at the end of the week.  You try and escape or make us any other trouble, and well, let’s jist say your stay may be shortened.”

Ty and Sam decided to go out hunting before dinner.  After a bit, Jesse and Curt each grabbed a lasso and took me from the chair outside.  I was hobbled with a rope and my hands left tied behind my back.

Curt said, “Well slave, I wanna see how well you perform at rodeo.  Jesse and I like to practice our ropin’ to pass time until supper.  You look like a nice target for practice.  Now git to runnin’ and we’re gonna rope your ass.”

Jesse and Curt each started swinging their lassos.  They were both great ropers and roped me over and over.  Sometimes the rope would fall down to my legs.  They would pull it tight and pull me to ground and hog-tie me like calf roping.  Once Curt had me hog-tied and stuck his boots in my face.

“Go ahead asswipe.  Clean my fuckin’ boots with your tongue.  We gonna teach you how to service four cowboys before the week is over.”  I started licking Curt’s boots.  “Yeah fucker, that’s what I like.  Clean my fuckin’ boots.  You fuckin’ look like you enjoy being my slave, asswipe.  You like lickin’ my fuckin’ boots?  Jesse, git over here and force this fucker to clean your boots.”

Jesse came over and pushed his boots in my face.  “Yeah sonofabitch, lick my fuckin’ boots too.  Fuck yeah, lick those motherfuckers clean.  Shit yeah, you’re gonna be a fuckin’ sweet slave this week.”

After licking both their boots, I was roped some more and finally taken to the kitchen in the cabin and told to prepare dinner.  Ty and Sam came back and had some small game – a rabbit and a couple of squirrels.  They cleaned and dressed them and expected me to cook them.

After dinner, I was tied up in the chair again, and the guys played cards and drank beer.  Ty and Sam both smoked, so a layer of cigarette smoke filled the cabin.  Jesse and Curt both chewed and were regularly spitting their juice.

After a couple of hours of cards, Curt said he’d lost enough.  He got up from the table and walked over to me.

“Well slave, you better come with me so I can git you to bed.”

The other three cowboys hooted and hollered as Curt took me to his and Jesse’s bedroom.  Inside I was glad to see three beds.  Curt pushed me down on one of the beds and tied my face down spread eagle.

“Well boy, besides being the huntin’ house slave, you’re the huntin’ house whore.  You’d better git used to us fuckin’ your ass.  Shit yeah, boy.  We’re gonna have fun ridin’ that ass.  You’re gittin’ four cowboy cocks up your fuck hole all day, every day.  Like the joke says about the whore about to be raped, you’d better jist sit back and enjoy it.”  Curt laughed at his joke.

Curt swatted my ass with his hand several times.  “Hell yeah, boy.  Git that ass of your nice and red.  Ready for this cowboy to buck.  Curt lubed my fuckhole and straddled me on the bed.  He unzipped his jeans and let his rigid cock loose.  He laid on top of me.  His chaps felt cool to my legs.  His breath was one of stale beer and chew.  Curt mounted me and rammed his cock up my ass.  I screamed out in pain and Curt slapped my head.

“Damn you fucker.  Take my meat up that ass and don’t scream like a sissy.  Shit boy, by the time you finish the week, your ass will be so loose from all the fuckin’ we plan to do.  Jist git used to your ass being raped.”

Curt got off me and found a bandana to gag me with.  He mounted me again and was quickly inside and started humping me.  With each thrust the pain just seared me inside.

“So bitch, how do you like Curt ridin’ your fuckin’ ass?  Every been fucked before?  Yeah, bitch.  Your ass feels hot on my dick.  You’re gonna enjoy gittin’ ridden by four horny cowboys.  Damn, your fuckhole is sweet.  Now bitch, I want to hear you groan in ecstasy.  Come on fucker, give me an orgasm to show me how much you like getting fucked by this cowboy.”

I started moaning through the bandana.

“Yeah fucker.  Damn I like to hear the sound of pleasure.  Keep groaning asswipe until I fill your insides with my cum.”

I continued to groan and moan.

“Shit yeah.  Fuck… yeah… take my meat bitch… fuck yeah…”

Curt shot his load and came to a rest.

“Fuck yeah.  You are one helluva a ride, bitch.  I’m gonna enjoy fucking you this week.  I gotta tell the guys what a sweet ass you have.  And now you know what I like bitch, I want you to groan in ecstasy every time I ride your fuckin’ sorry ass.  Or I’ll fuckin’ kick the shit out of your sorry ass.  You got that fucker?”

Curt left the room.  Next came in Sam for his fuck.  Sam straddled my ass and raped me.  After he was done, he left me in the room alone.  I was wondering when this nightmare was going end.  Ty came in next and enjoyed a long fuck session.  Ty enjoyed showing me his fucking 10 inches of manhood.  Finally Jesse came in and rode my sore ass harder than any of the other three.  Jesse enjoyed playing the cowboy part and made sure I was in pain for his fuck.  I didn’t know how I was going to last an entire week.

After Jesse raped me, he basically fell into his bed and went to sleep.  Curt came in, slapped my ass, and said, “Well bitch, how’d you like getting all the cowboy cum up your fuck hole?   Damn you’re full of cum, I can see it dripping out your ass.  We sure did fill you up!  Sweet!”  Curt laughed and slapped my ass again before he went to bed.

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If you want to read the next episode... Hunted - Part 2