Ropin’ Practice – Part 2

                                      

Well, barely a week went by when the cowboy called me.  He wanted to know if I was interested in coming back to his ranch for more ropin’ practice.

“Hell yes”, I replied.  I’d been wet dreaming of the day at his ranch and was hoping he was serious about his offer.

The cowboy wanted to know if he could invite his police friend Mike to join us.  He indicated Mike would be cool with the whole thing and was very interested in joining in on the fun.  I told him it would be okay.

The cowboy had a couple of rodeos, so it would be 3 weeks before we got together.  He would call me Friday before to confirm.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly until finally the Saturday came.  I was driving my truck out of the city again bulging with anticipation.  I turned from the road down a small dirt road driveway.  When I came to his house, I saw two horses saddled and tied to the fence.  Two cowboys emerged from the house.  Both looked great and were wearing chaps, boots, spurs, and hats.  They both looked ready for the fun ahead.

The cowboy introduced me to his friend Mike.  Mike had a smile on his face as he sized me up with his eyes.  He had to notice the bulge in my jeans.  Damn Mike was just has hot as the cowboy!  This was going to be a fucking fun day with these two hot cowboys.

“Well git your clothes off and put them in your truck” The cowboy said.  “Mike and I are itchin’ to start ropin.  We’re wastin’ daylight.”

I took of my clothes and stored them in my truck.  My dick was rock hard and standing at attention. 

Mike pulled out his handcuffs and said, “Turn around and put your hands behind your back”.  Mike handcuffed me.  “Damn, I love handcuffing a dude.  Fuck yeah, boy.  You ready for these horny cowboys to fuckin’ rope yer ass?  Damn yeah, we fuckin’ own your sorry naked ass.  I hope you fuckin’ enjoy being our ropin’ nigger.  Damn we’re gonna have a fuckin’ shit load of fun with you.”

Both cowboys put on their ropin’ gloves and a rope was put around my neck.  I was led over to the fence where they mounted their horses.  Then I was led into the rodeo corral.

“Remember the rules boy – there ain’t no rules.  You run, we rope.  Mike or I get a point for each time we rope ya, and you get a point each time we miss – which won’t be often.  Now git to runnin’”.

I took off running and heard the horses start after me.  It was harder to figure out where to run with two cowboys chasing me.  The cowboy’s rope found its mark quickly.  The hard lariat easily slid over my head and down to my chest.  As I ran the lasso tightened and the cowboy’s horse quickly turned direction as trained.  As I ran out the slack, the rope grew taunt around me, I was down in the dust being dragged.  The cowboy leapt off his horse and was hog-tying me in seconds.  The cowboy’s familiar boots where thrust into my face.

“You know the drill slave, git to lickin’ or I’ll kick the shit out of yer ass.”

I started licking his boots and noticed a strong odor of cow shit.

“Yep shit head, I found me a fresh cow patty to step in right before we started our game.  I’m glad I have a slave like you to lick these boots clean.  Nothing I hate worse than cleaning dried cow shit off my boots.  Hope you enjoy ‘em, slave.”

I was untied and started running again.  This time, Mike’s lasso found me.  Again, I felt the familiar hard lariat squeezing my chest as I lost my balance when Mike quickly stopped his horse to pull the rope tight and pull me down into the dust.  Mike tied his rope to the saddle horn and was quickly straddling my body and using his pigging rope to hog-tie me as I struggled in the dirt.

Mike threw up his hands when he was done and yelled, “Yee Haw!  That’s how a cowboy ropes his boy!  Shit yeah!”

"Mike, stick yer boots in his fuckin' face and the boy will lick 'em before you untie him."
Mike thrust his boots in my face and I started licking his boots.

“Damn boy, this give me a hard-on having you fuckin’ lick my boots.  I’ve stomped a couple of guys with my boots before in fights, but this is one helluva a fuckin’ fun day for me”, Mike said.

The next hour was more of the same.  I was roped, dragged, tied, and roped some more.  I thought the two cowboys would never get tired of roping me.  And I don’t think they hardly ever missed.  Damn they were good.

The cowboy lassoed me and then Mike got his lasso around me.  They both dragged me over to the fence where I was bound spread eagle to the wooden fence rails.  I figured I knew what was coming next.

Both guys reached into a cooler and grabbed themselves a beer.  They both made fun of me and taunted me while they enjoyed drinking their beers in front of me.  Mike would occasionally slap my ass with his gloved hand.

As they finished their second beers, the cowboy grabbed his bullwhip from the fence post and started warming up.

“Remember how I play the game, boy?  The cowboys won, so now we git to claim our prize.  That’s you shit head”, the cowboy laughed.  “We’re having so much fuckin’ fun, we may not let you go until Monday.  Hope you don’t have any plans for Sunday.”

The cowboy started letting me have it with the bullwhip.  He snapped the whip end on my ass to raise a welt.  He laid a couple of lashes across my back to sting, but not raise a welt.  Mike just grinned and drank his beer watching.

“Remember boy, I said I might want more from you than a boot lickin’?  Maybe now it’s time for you to try some more of our cowboy ways”, the cowboy said.

The cowboy greased the end of his bullwhip and thrust the handle up my ass.

 “Damn that hurts”, I yelled.

I was slapped on the back of my head.  “Take it like a man, boy!”, the cowboy screamed.  “I fuckin’ want to see what you can take.  Yer a yellow pussy city slicker.  Can’t take a little pain?  Well, at this ranch, you’d better learn to take some pain.”

The cowboy kept thrusting the bullwhip up my ass.  Then Mike took his gloved hand and started jerking my dick.  It wasn’t long before Mike caused me to shoot a load of cum.

“Yep, we milked this heifer”, Mike said.

“That’s what I thought”, the cowboy replied.  “We have a damn bitch on our hands.  That means bitch, you need a stud.  Good thing there’s two studs around to fuck yer ass.”

The cowboy took the bullwhip out of my ass and stepped behind me.  He unzipped his Wranglers and thrust his big black dick up my ass.  Damn he felt good.  The cowboy started ridin’ my ass and whooping and hollering. 

“Yee haw!  Shit this is great!  Ride ‘em cowboy!  Hell yeah!”

The cowboy’s shaft was gliding in and out of my fuck hole with his muscular thrusts.  The cowboy’s dick up my ass felt hot; the cool feel of his chaps on my legs was awesome.  The cowboy grabbed the fence rail as his orgasm intensified and his thrusts became rapid.  It didn’t take long for the cowboy to shoot his wad up my ass.

“You gonna take our bitch for a ride, Mike”, he asked.

“Damn right.  You’re not gonna get all the fun.”

Mike untied me and had me get on all fours.  Mike said, “I don’t think the rodeo is over yet, pard’ner.  I’m gonna saddle your ass and see how you are at Saddle Bronc riding.”

“Shit yeah!”, yelled the Cowboy.  “Saddle our boy up for a ride!  See if our boy can fuckin’ buckle like a rodeo bronc!  My money is on the cowboy to win this event.”

Mike cinched the saddle on me as best he could.  He climbed into the saddle and started thrusting me with his spurs.

“Mother fucker git to bucking!  Give me a fuckin’ 8-second ride!  Yee Haw!”, yelled Mike.

I tried to buck Mike, but damn, with the weight of the saddle and Mike, I couldn’t move very much, and Mike’s spurs were digging into my thighs with each thrust.

Mike decided the ride was over and he slid off the saddle and knelt in the dirt behind me and thrust his black cock up my fuckhole.  Mike held onto the saddle and started riding me hard as the cowboy finished off a fresh beer.  Mike was sldiing his cock deep inside me and enjoy riding his slave.  Mike continued to pump my ass hard.

“Damn, slave, take my fuckin’ black cock up your fuckin’ white ass.  Damn, shit head, there ain’t nothing better some damn fine black cock.  Shit yeah, Yee Haw!  Ah… fuck yeah… take my cock!”

The cowboy started encouraging Mike, as if he needed any encouragement to fuck my ass.  “That’s the way Mike.  Ride our bitch’s ass hard.  Fuckin’ drive your dick through him until you come out his mouth.  Hell yeah!  Fuck that bitch!”

After Mike came, I was handcuffed and tied and lead into the house.  There I had to be a slave for the cowboy and Mike as they sat on the leather sofa watching a porn flick.  They had me running to the kitchen getting them food and beer.  Then I had to sit on the floor and kiss their boots on command.

It wasn’t long before they were horny again.  The cowboy ordered me to grab him a rubber.  I knew where he kept them.  He unzipped his Wranglers and his rock hard dick popped out.

“Slave, put that rubber on my dick and jack me off.  You’d better do it right or I’ll fuck yer ass again.”

I started jacking the cowboy off and he grabbed the rope around my neck and pulled it hard.  I could hardly breath, but enjoyed having the power over me to do whatever task he ordered.

“Fuck yeah, nigger.  Jack this cowboy off.  Fuck yeah….”  After he came, he said, “Empty that fuckin’ rubber on my boots.  Squirt my cum on my boots fucker, and start lickin’ some leather.  Damn yeah, nigger.  Fuckin’ lick my cum and polish my fuckin’ boots with your tongue.”

He laughed as I licked his cum off his boots.  Mike was now in a frenzy waiting for me to jack him off.  Again, I had to apply his cum to his boots and lick it off.

“You ready to get jacked boy?” the cowboy asked.

“Damn yeah.  I fucking so horny.”

“Kneel boy!  Git into position”, he said.  I knelt on the floor.  Mike walked up to my face and pressed my face into his leathers.  The cowboy pulled the rope around my neck and started jacking my rock hard dick.  It didn’t take long for me to squirt my cum.  When Mike pulled away, I saw that the cowboy had directed my cum onto Mike’s boots.

“Start licking boy, or I’ll start kicking yer shit”, Mike said.

I licked Mike’s boots until they were clean.  I was untied allowed to get dressed.  We had a bar-b-que and drank beer until late into the night.

As I was leaving, both indicated that they enjoyed their ropin’ practice.  I wondered if another session might be in the future.
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Missed the prequel, check out Ropin' Practice - Part 1