Ranch Hand

The year was 1881 in the Montana Territory.  I rode my horse into town on a Friday night to get some whiskey and play some cards.  Was good to get into town a couple of times per month.  The town was small, more of a sorry collection of a few buildings, but large enough to sport two bars.  I stopped into Sally’s place.  Sally and her husband George ran the place.  Was a good place to get decent whiskey and play a couple of hands of cards.  Even though Sally was married to George, Sally flirted with all the cowboys that came in.  It was rumored that for enough money, Sally would spend the night with a cowboy.  I didn’t know, or didn’t care, but in out in the Wild West, people did whatever it took to make ends meet.  Life was tough.

George poured me a whiskey and I took a place at the card table, joining a couple of other cowboys I knew for poker.  I noticed a new cowboy, standing by himself at the end of the bar.  Damn, he was good looking from behind.  My attention changed from my cards to the cowboy.  I studied him closely, and felt my cock getting hard in my pants.  I noticed he wore a gun belt with the holster tied down.  He might be a gunslinger.

After a couple of hands, I bowed out of the card game and joined the cowboy at the bar.

“Howdy stranger”, I said in a friendly voice.

I must have startled the young man from his daydream.  “Oh, howdy”, he replied.

“Are you passing through or working around here?”

“Well, maybe just passing through.  Looking for work though.  I was just riding and it got dark.  Figured this town was good as any to spend the night.”

“Work, what kind of work do you do?  Do you cowboy or are you a gun slinger?”

“Cowboy mainly.  I rope, wrangle cattle, ride fences.  I’m not too bad with a gun either.  You need a ranch hand?”

“Well, I’ve only got about 50 head of cattle.  I can’t pay ya much, but I can give you 3 squares a day.  You could come out and maybe we’ll try each other out for a couple of weeks.”

“That would be great.  I hope you won’t be disappointed.  My name’s Hank.  Yours?”

“Willie.  Yeah, I remember when I was first starting out.  Needed someone to give me my first stake.  I guess I figure I owe it to someone young like you to help you get your stake.”  Actually, I just wanted to spend some time with the hunk.  I was wishing I would be sharing my bed with Hank, but tried to put that thought out of my head.

We finished our drinks and headed out of the saloon to the stable to get Hank’s horse.  My dick was rock hard in my pants.

The moon was shining as we walked the dusty road to the stable.

“So have you worked many ranches?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve been at four different ones in the last two years.”

“Four, what the hell happened?”

Hank got real quiet and nervous.  “Well, I ran into some trouble and had to leave.”

I could tell that Hank didn’t want to talk about what happened at the other ranches.  “Don’t worry Hank, I’m sure things will work out great at my place.  I had a couple of scrapes when I first started out”.

“Yeah, I hope so” Hank replied.  We arrived at the stable, Hank paid the stable hand, and we saddled up and road out of town in the moonlight.

Damn Hank was gorgeous.  We made small talk as we rode the few miles out to my ranch.  I told Hank to make himself at home in the barn.  I went into the house and climbed into bed.  I jerked off before falling off into a deep sleep.

Saturday morning turned out to be sunny and warm.  Hank knocked on my door waking me from my sleep.

“Come in” I yelled as I got out of bed and slipped on my clothes.

Hank walked in.  “Boss, I was wondering when you wanted to start today?”

“Well pard’ner, since it’s Saturday, I usually take it easy on the weekends.  But we’ll ride the fence and I’ll show ya the herd a little latter.  First, let me make us some grub for breakfast.”

“Great Boss.  I’m starving”.

Hank wasn’t kidding.  He devoured more than his fair share of breakfast.  After breakfast, we saddled up and I showed Hank my spread.  It wasn’t much, but I liked it and it was mine.  The Montana wilderness was wild but beautiful.

Sunday, Hank rode out to check the herd by himself.  When he got back, we practiced some target shooting.  Hank was very handy with his gun, which could be very useful.  I wanted to grab that guy and just rape his butt.

Every morning before breakfast, Hank went out riding and checking the herd.  I fixed a big breakfast and he’d come back and we’d spend a long time talking over breakfast.  Damn, it was nice having Hank around.  He was the hardest working ranch hand I’d seen, and I enjoyed jerking off to his fine image each night.

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Thursday morning Hank rode off to check the herd as usual and I fixed us our breakfast.  Hank was an hour late and I got worried enough I headed out to the barn to saddle up my horse and ride out to find Hank.  I was hoping he hadn’t found any trouble.  There was talk about some cattle-rustling going on at some of the other ranches.  Before I made it out to the barn, I looked across the horizon and saw two men riding.  I went back into the house and grabbed my rifle.

I watched and the two figures got closer.  I recognized Hank in the lead with another cowboy following.  I relaxed when Hank rode up with the other cowboy tied to his horse.

“What the hell happened?”

“Well, I found me my first cattle rustler.  I didn’t know what to do, so I brought him here.  I caught him red-handed stealing five of your cattle boss.  I shot at him and scared the shit out of him.  So what do we do now?  I heard that you hang cattle rustlers in these part?”

“Yeah, we do that around here, or worse”.

“Worse?”

“Yeah Hank, why don’t you bring him in and tie him up while you get your breakfast.”

After Hank finished downing his grub, he looked up at me expectantly.  That cattle rustler was a young cowboy about nineteen.  He was still scared shitless, wondering what we were going to do to him.

“Hank, it’s too much trouble to take him to the Sheriff.  I think we can teach that boy a lesson he won’t forget and then turn him loose.”

“What do you have in mind boss?  I can’t believe you’d think about turning loose a low down thief like him.”

“Hank, strip the boy down and tie him out on my bed.”

Hank looked at me with wide eyes trying to figure out what I was planning.  Hank slowly complied and stripped the boy naked and tied him out on my bed.  Damn, the boy look beautiful and his fuck hole was a virgin cherry, just ready for me to pluck him.

“Well Hank, out here where women are scarce, sometimes you fuck a man just to relieve your dick.  And it’s a great punishment for our cattle rustler.  Will teach him a lesson you don’t steal another man’s cattle.  I did this one other time.  I found a cattle rustler and taught him not to steal any damn cattle again.”

I proceeded to unbutton my pants and put some grease on my rock hard dick.  I climbed on top the boy and inserted my dick up his tight ass.  Damn he felt great between my legs.  I started pumping my dick hard up the boy’s ass.  He gasped in pain and just rode him until I came in his fuck hole.  Damn he was great.

“You want to teach him a lesson Hank?  Boy his ass feels great.”

“Well Boss, if you want me to, I’ll help you punish this boy’s ass”.

Damn it was almost too much watching Hank ride that boy’s ass.  Hank was so cool, he must have a lot of experience with woman or else maybe he had other experiences.  I was beginning to wonder.

After Hank finished fucking the boy, I told Hank to tie him up in the barn.  Hank was free to punish the boy any way and any time he wanted.  Hank seemed pleased with the proposition.

We finished out the day working the cattle.  After dinner, Hank wanted to turn in early.  Said the events of the day tired him out and he left and went to the barn.

I waited about 15 minutes and snuck out across the yard to the barn.  I peek into the window and saw Hank had the boy tied up over a hay bale and was riding the boy’s ass.  Watching Hank in action got me hard and I jacked off my willing cock right there squirting my cum on the barn wall.

Friday, I had Hank bring the boy back in and tie him to the bed.  Hank and I fucked the boy again.  I noticed the boy’s fuck hole was getting raw.  I figured Hank must have been riding that boy numerous times during the night and day to get him that raw.

Friday night, we decided to stay at the ranch instead of going into town.  I broke out some whiskey I had stored and after a couple of drinks, Hank excused himself and went out to the barn.

Again, I waited about 15 minutes and snuck out to the barn window.  Hank had the boy suspended horizontal in a sling from a beam on the roof and Hank has his cock in the boy’s mouth.  Hank was thrusting his hips as the boy was forced to give him a good head.  Again, I put my hand around my huge cock and happily jerked off unloading my wad on the barn wall watching the boy take in Hank’s cock.

Saturday, we took the boy into the corral and Hank and I had fun roping the boy and dragging his ass behind our horses.  Hank was really getting into punishing the boy.  The boy’s fuck hole was bleeding it was so raw.

On Sunday, I had Hank heat up the branding iron and we branded that boy’s ass.  Hank loved pressing my burning brand on the boy’s ass as the boy screamed in pain and his flesh burned.  After branding the boy, Hank tied the boy on the corral rail and lined up some old bottles along the rail, on either side of the boy’s head.  Hank started his target practice and the boy was panicked as the Hank expertly shot the bottles spraying glass all over the boy.  I was amazed at Hank’s skill.

Monday I told Hank, that if he really wanted to teach the boy a lesson, to let the boy lick his ass crack after he took a shit.  Hank looked at me in shock, then a smile quickly came over his face.  I could tell Hank couldn’t wait to make that boy lick his ass.

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Tuesday morning, Hank came in smiling.

“What’s got you so happy today?” I asked.

“Damn, I had to kick the crap out of that boy to get him to lick my ass crack, but damn, I forced him.  That boy is so punished boss.”

“Yeah, I figure we can turn him loose today, Hank.”

A look of loss came across Hank’s face.

“Boss, you sure we’re ready to turn him loose?  You sure boss, that we’ve taught this cattle rustler a lesson?”

“Yeah Hank.  I think we’ve punished him enough.”

After we ate breakfast, we forced some biscuits down the throat of our prisoner.  We saddled up and took the boy and tied him to the saddle on his horse.  We rode about an hour.

“Hank, untie the boy, but strip him down to his long handles.  Leave him his boots, hat, and some water.”

“What ya doing mister?  You can’t leave me without my clothes.  What will I tell someone who finds me?”

“Well boy, you got a good mile or so hike to the main road.  That should give ya plenty of time to think up a good story.  Banditos robbed ya?  Clothes burned up in a fire?  You’re a damn cattle rustler?  You’re choice to make up a story.  Just don’t mess with another man’s cattle or you might not end up so lucky.  I think my ranch hand and I been pretty nice just brandin’ and fuckin’ your ass.”

We took the boy’s horse and saddle gear and started riding back to the ranch.  After riding in silence, I noticed that Hank was sure down.

“Hank, I think I know why you were run out of all those other ranches.”

Hank looked at me with fear in his face.

“Yeah Hank, I think you really enjoyed fucking that boy’s ass.  Maybe you like fucking guys better than fucking woman?”

“No boss, I was just following your orders to punish the boy.”

“Hank, I watched you fuck that boy night after night through the barn window.  You really enjoyed fucking that boy didn’t you?”

Hank hung his head low.  With a soft whisper, Hank said, “Yeah boss.  I guess I’ll gather my things when we get back and leave.  Sorry boss.”

“Hank, I wasn’t going to ask you to leave.  Hell, you’re one damn fine ranch hand.  I was going to ask you to come share my bed with me.”

Hank looked at me with a shock.  He stammered, “What?”

“You heard me, I want you to share my bed with me.  I know what it’s like to be thrown out of your house and other ranches for loving a guy.”

I slowed Hank’s horse down and leaned over and placed a kiss on the guy’s lips.  Hank quickly reciprocated.

As we road into the ranch, Hank and I couldn’t wait to try each other out in bed.  Hank didn’t even wait to unsaddle his horse.  He tied his horse to the corral fence and ran into the house where he stripped naked.  I sauntered in.

“Damn Hank.  You’re one horny bastard.  I’ll ride your ass, then you can ride mine if you want.”

I unbuttoned my pants and my rock hard dick popped out.

“Boss, I’m more than happy to offer my ass to that dick of yours.  Ride your stud pony.”

I obliged Hank and inserted my dick up his muscular ass after putting on some grease.  His ass was awesome and I thrust and rode him.

“Boss, I’m really hard and would love to ride your ass.”

“I’d love to have your ride me boy.  Would you put your gear back on, including your gun holster, then tie my hard to the bed like you did to that boy before riding my ass?”

“Boss, I’d love to ride you with my gear.  And I’d love to tie you too.”

I stripped naked while Hank put on his boots, chaps, hat, and gun holster.  Hank left his shirt off.  His muscles rippled as he climbed on top of me and tied me hard to the bed.  I told Hank the tighter he tied me the better and he willingly obliged.  When Hank greased his cock and inserted himself up my fuck hole, the ropes on my wrists and ankles drew tight from our weight on the bed.  I loved the pain of the rope and the pain of Hank’s huge cock up my ass.  I could feel his gun holster, buckle, bullets, and chaps.  Damn he felt great.  Hank was a machine pumping his piston up my ass.  His thrusts were so muscular.  I could sense his excitement as he enjoyed riding his boss.  His cock never lost firmness as he continued to pump himself harder and faster up my willing ass.  Damn, I thought he was going to run me through with his dick.  He shot his hot milky cum up my sweet ass.  Damn this was going to be fun.

Hank untied me and we embraced.

“You know Hank, you will have to keep a room out in the barn for appearances sake.  The neighbors might not understand if we were living together.  Of course, we might build you a room off the main cabin so you didn’t have so far to come to my bed.”

“Boss, I’d love to sleep in your bed every night with you.”

“Hank, I’d love that too.  Welcome home!”

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