Ropin’ Practice

It was Saturday night and I was cruising my favorite bars trying to hook up with some friends.  So far no luck.  I ended up stopping at the Bucking Bronc Bar, a straight bar but with good-looking eye candy cowboys.  Tonight was no different.  I saw a good-looking black cowboy alone at the end of the bar so I grabbed a place beside him.  I ordered a beer and started a conversation.

The cowboy was pretty easy going and shared openly about himself.  I quickly learned he was a professional rodeo cowboy and that his events were calf roping and team roping.  I joking asked him if he ever roped people before and he looked stunned so I quickly changed the subject.

We talked over a couple more beers and the topic about roping came up again.  Again, I asked him if he ever roped people.  This time he smiled and told some stories about roping his buddies.  Feeling bold I told him that I was interested in being used as a target in his roping practice.  After an awkward silence, he indicated he was interested in learning more.  We ordered fresh beers and took a small table for privacy.  I shared with him my fantasy and we agreed to meet next Saturday at his ranch where he would rope me.

On Friday the cowboy called me to confirm the arrangements and on Saturday I was driving my truck out of the city.  His ranch was good distance from the city but the country was beautiful.  Finally I found his driveway.  I turned from the road down a small dirt road.  After about a mile I came to a small ranch with a house, barn, arena, and a few other small outbuildings.  The cowboy’s horse was saddled and tied to the fence and I pulled up and parked by another pickup truck.  The black cowboy crossed the road and met me as I got out of my truck.  Damn did he look beautiful – even better than in the bar.  He had on a black cowboy hat, denim work shirt, Wranglers, black chaps, cowboy boots and spurs.

“You might as well git your clothes off and put them in your truck now” he said.  I looked at him sort of stunned.

“Well you said you wanted to be roped naked.  Come on, their ain’t nobody out here but you, me, my horse, and some dogs.  Be a man.  Live yer dream.  Don’t chicken out now”.

I took of my clothes and stored them in my truck.  My dick was rock hard and standing at attention.  The cowboy sort of stared and then asked me to turn around and put my hands behind my back.  Next he whipped out a pair of handcuffs from his waistband and handcuffed me.  I turned in surprise.  “I have a friend who works for HPD.  I told him what I was doing and he loaned me these.  Pretty cool huh?  By the way, he wanted to join us today.”

I turned to him in horror.  “Don’t worry, I told him not today.  But if you want to do this again and have two black cowboys chasing your sorry white ass around the ring, he is willing”, the cowboy laughed.

Next he put on some well-oiled leather roping gloves and then a rope around my neck and started leading me to the arena.  He grabbed my dick as he was leading me with his hand and gave it a jerk.  “You know, I should get a handicap for having to get my rope around your big cock” he laughed.

He mounted his horse and led me into the arena.  He took the rope off from my neck.  “You now the rules boy – there ain’t no rules.  You run, I rope.  I get a point for each time I rope ya, and you get a point each time I miss – which won’t be often.”

With that, he took a cattle prod and zapped my butt.  I started running as fast as I could.  The handcuffs made it more difficult to run.  I heard the cowboy spur his horse.  Next I could hear the sound of his rope in the air.  Before I knew it, his rope had found its mark.  Then, before I could stop running, I had run out the slack in the rope and the cowboy had tied his rope to his saddle horn.  The rope tightened around my chest and I lost my footing and fell on my face in the dust.  The cowboy was on top of me and he began tying my feet together and then tying my feet to the handcuffs.  I was totally hog-tied in a matter of seconds.  He was very good.

The cowboy walked around and admired his handiwork.  “I never roped and hogged-tied a guy before.  Shit, this is fuckin’ fun.  You’re a helluva lot easier to rope than fuckin’ calf.”  Then the cowboy put his boots in front of my mouth and said, “Start licking my boots boy if you want me to untie you.”

“Bullshit” I replied.  “No way I’m licking your damn boots.”

The cowboy walked to his horse and then walked back to me.  He lifted me up by my feet and zapped my balls with his cattle prod.  I let out a scream.  The cowboy again stood in front of my mouth and said, “Start licking boy or I’ll shock your nuts until you’re a castrated steer. Shit boy, you’d better learn to obey this fuckin’ ass cowboy.  Damn, I own your fuckin’ ass, boy”.

I dutifully obeyed his request.  He untied me and then we were off again.  Over and over the cowboy kept roping me and true to his word, he roped me far more often than he missed.  About every fifth time he roped me, he would go all the way and hog-tie me.  Each time I was hogged-tied, I had to lick his boots to be let go.  If I was too slow or did not lick them hard enough, he’d kick me and then zap me with the cattle prod.  When he didn’t hog-tie me, the cowboy would just rope me and let me go.

After about an hour of roping practice, the cowboy roped me and galloped over to the fence.  I almost fell trying to keep up.  “Well, I think the score is cowboy 50 points, nigger 7 points” he said.  “I think the cowboy won and now gets to claim his prize.”  I had no idea what was next.

The cowboy took me and tied me up spread eagle on the wooden fence rails.  Then he took a bullwhip from the fence post and started warming up.  “Hey man, I didn’t agree to a whipping,” I hollered.

“Too bad boy.  The cowboy won the contest, so now you’re this cowboy’s nigger until I git tired of you” he replied.  “I’m having so much fuckin’ fun, I may not git tired playing with you until Monday.”

Then the cowboy started letting me have it with the bullwhip.  He took long sideways swings so the bullwhip would twist around my chest and only snap me toward the end.  A couple of times he snapped it on my ass to raise a welt.

He grabbed himself a cold beer and started drinking it in front of me.  “Looks pretty good to clear out that dust in your throat, huh boy?  Git rid of that leather and dirt taste?  Shit, look at yerself.  Damn you’re covered in dust from head to toe.”

After he finished his beer, he handcuffed me again and put the rope around my neck and led me into his house.  He sat down on his leather sofa and started a pornographic movie.  Then he ordered me to get him a beer and snacks from the kitchen.  I did as he requested and then he jerked me down to floor to sit by his leg.  His chaps smelled great as I obediently sat next to him.

     After a while, the cowboy started to get really horny.  He got up and whipped out his horny cock.  He stuck his cock in my face and started to rub his cock around my face.  I didn’t know if he wanted me to suck him off or if he’d beat the crap out of me.  He black cock looked hard and wonderful.

“Damn boy, does this lollipop look good?  Bet you’d love to suck this rod of mine, huh boy?  Maybe feel this black cock up yer tight white ass?  Oh shit yeah.  Let this cowboy buck your fuckin’ white ass!  Shit yeah!”

He went to table and grabbed himself a rubber.  He started to put on the condom.  I looked scared and unsure about what was going to happen next.

“Don’t worry boy, I’m not going to fuck ya.  That was the deal, remember.  But damn, I horny as hell.  I’m watching this porno flick and I have my own fucking nigger I can do whatever I want with.  Shit, I can do anything I fucking please with you boy.  Damn, that just makes me fucking horny, man.  I got to git my dick some relief.”  He started stroking his cock really hard and after a bit he filled the rubber with his cum.

Looking at me, he said, “You look like you could use a jacking off boy”.  So the cowboy stood me up and slapped a rubber on my dick.  He put on his leather roping gloves and with his left arm wrapped it around my chest and pulled me in front of him.  With his right hand, he grabbed my hard, willing cock.  His chaps on my legs and his breath on my back was a total turn on.  Even though his stroking of my dick was rough, I was totally in heaven with this cowboy.  I waited as long as I could be I exploded my cum into the rubber.

Next he decided he wanted to ride me.  He made a rope halter for me and rode me around his living room, spurring me and riding me with his chaps flapping in the air.

Finally he decided I had enough cowboy fun.  He told me to get my clothes and I could take a shower.  When I was done, he was cooking steaks and we had great time partying until evening.

I was getting ready to leave when the cowboy commented, “Damn that was more fuckin’ fun than I’d ever thought.  I’m not saying I’m ready to give up fuckin’ women, but you’re one helluva good ropin’ target.  Maybe next time, this cowboy wants to explore a bit more what I can dish out to my nigger?  Maybe next time I’ll do more than just rope my slave?  Maybe my nigger wants some black cock up his ass?”  He paused and I smiled back.  “I’ve got yer number and will be definitely giving you a call when I want to do some more ropin’ practice.”

As I drove home, I decide that definitely I wanted to be used for his ropin’ practice if he wanted.
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If you like the story and want to read PART 2... Ropin’ Practice – Part 2