As a teenager, I would babysit the
neighbor’s kids for spending money. Lee
was 7 years old and Robbie was 5. I
would play different kids game with them like hide and seek or king of the
mountain. But one of our favorite games
was playing cowboys. I’d be the bad guy
and capture Lee and Robbie and tie them up.
Occasionally I would let them tie me up.
They loved playing this game and I was developing a cowboy fantasy as
well.
One day I was planning on babysitting
Lee and Robbie for an entire day. Their
folks had to travel to another town for an event and wouldn’t return until late
into the night.
I arrived at lunchtime and the parents
left. After lunch, I asked Lee and
Robbie what they wanted to play. They
both wanted to play cowboys.
“Okay, get your cowboy gear on”, I
said. I was already prepared and wore my
jeans, boots, and hat over. I found the
rope in the basement and was thinking of how I wanted to play the game this
time.
Lee and Robbie can downstairs from
their room with their cowboy gear on.
“We want to tie you up this time”, Lee
said.
“Okay, I’ll be the bad cowboy and you
guys be the posse”. I let them capture
me and they tied me up in a chair in the living room.
A few minutes passed and I was
wondering where Lee and Robbie had gone.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. I
froze for a second.
“Lee, come untie me so I can get the
door.”
“Don’t bother, I’ll get the door for
you”, Lee replied.
“Don’t open the door Lee and come untie
me,” I yelled. But I heard Lee open the
door. I heard some muffled male voices
talking to Lee and I heard Lee invite someone in.
“Lee, who’s at the door”, I yelled.
Within seconds, two neighbor boys stood
staring at me in the living room. It was
Jeff and Scott; two fucking hard-ass prick-heads who were seniors at school;
both were on the rodeo team. The boys had
duffle bags slung over their shoulders and each was wearing jeans, cowboy
boots, and cowboy hats. I knew I was in
trouble. My mind raced as I tried to
think of a logical explanation to give Jeff and Scott. But my mind was drawing a complete blank.
Jeff broke the awkward silence and
interrupted my thoughts. “Well, well,
well, cousin Lee, what do you have here?”
“Damn”, I thought. Lee was Jeff’s cousin. Lee must have told them of our cowboy games
while I was babysitting. I knew I’d been
set-up.
“Looks like you captured yourself a
slave”, Scott chimed in. “Hey asshole,
Jeff and I are gonna up the ante in this cowboy game of yours. I hope you like taking on two ornery
cowboys. Looks like we’re up for some
fun and cowboy games. I hope you can
take our punishment asswipe.”
“Lee, take your brother upstairs and
watch some cartoons. You did just what I
asked. Here’s some candy for calling us
and letting us play your game with your babysitter”, said Jeff.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
After Lee and Robbie left, Jeff and
Scott opened up their duffle bags and pulled out some serious cowboy gear;
leather chaps, spurs, and lassos.
“Well, Lee says you liked to be tied up
asshole”, Jeff said. “Is that true? We’re two cowboys who love to tie up an
unsuspecting shithead like you. Of
course, we want to play some serious cowboy games with you. You ready to be our slave for a while cocksucker? Too bad, the cowboy games are starting and
it’s too fuckin’ late to back out. Your
ass is ours. Beginner’s luck you drew
Scott and myself for your first rodeo, cocksucker!” Both cowboys laughed.
Jeff and Scott proceeded to untie me
from the chair. I struggled, but was no
match for the two of them. I was then
stripped naked and hog-tied on the ground.
“Bite me motherfuckers”, I screamed.
“Oh, we’re gonna do more than bite you bitch. Nothing an ass kickin’ won’t solve”, Scott
replied. Both cowboys started kicking me
with their boots, which hurt like hell.
I screamed in pain and fear.
Scott shouted, “Shut-up asswipe. Or we’ll kick yer ass harder. You’re our fuckin’ slave and you’re gonna
learn to do whatever the hell we want.
You got that nigger. We’re gonna
teach you how to treat a cowboy master, boy.”
I didn’t reply and both of them laid in
with a few more kicks.
“Okay, Okay”, I said.
“That’s what I like”, said Scott. “A compliant nigger who knows what’s good for
his ass. Usually a simple beating is all
it takes to kick some sense into motherfuckers like you. Now asswipe, just do what yer told and you’ll
survive this afternoon of games. Jeff,
look at this fucker’s hard-on. That’s
what we figured. You’re enjoying our
cowboy games.”
Both the guys laughed. My mushroom had exploded. Jeff stuck his boots in my face. Lick some leather, boy”, he said.
“Go to hell”, I replied. Immediately Scott jabbed my sides hard with
his spurs.
“Fucker, you don’t understand the
game. When I say ‘lick some leather’,
you little motherfucker better start lickin’.
Or else we’ll both kick your ass so hard you’ll wish you were dead. Now start lickin’. Spur him Scott until this fucker figures out
how to please this cowboy master”, Jeff said.
“That’s a damn good nigger. You polish my boots with yer fuckin’
tongue. Don’t miss a spot or you’ll have
to do them over again.” Jeff paused and
watched me licking his boots. “Shit I
love being a cowboy. We have the best damn
toys for turning assholes like you into our fuckin’ slave. And fuck, we have the cowboy attitude to
ensure shit-heads like you treat us with the respect we deserve.”
After I finished Jeff’s boots, Scott
presented his boots for me to lick. I
had to admit, I was seriously getting turned-on being their boot slave. My hard-on kept getting more rigid.
Jeff stuck his boot under my cock. “You like the feel of my boot on your
dick? I could do some serious damage to
your manhood with my boot right now boy.
You’d better behave or Scott and I may have a fucking castrated steer on
our hands.”
Both boys laughed. Jeff walked away and Scott kicked my ass a
couple of times. “Damn fine shit
kicking. Boy, you wonder why boots are
called shit kickers?” Scott asked. Scott
kicked me in the ass a couple more times.
“Cuz they make a fine task kicking the shit out of fuckers like you.”
Jeff walked back and looped a lasso
around my neck. He placed his boot on my
neck and pulled the lasso tight. I
couldn’t breath. “Now mother-fucker, get this straight. We’re two damn horny cowboys and you are
nothing but our fucking slave. You’d
best just relax and enjoy getting’ yer ass raped. We’ve got the attitude and toys to make your
life a living hell. Got it?”
Jeff released the lasso and I struggled
to regain my air.
“Ever been used for roping practice,
slave? Let’s see how well you do. Nothing I love better than ropin’ me a
nigger”, Jeff said.
I was tied over an ottoman. The cowboys used my head for ropin’
practice. They laughed as they roped me
and kept score to see who could rope me the most times. Jeff won the contest.
“You enjoying our version of the cowboy
games, boy?” Jeff asked. “These games
are just gittin’ started. There’s a
whole lot more fun comin’ for a cocksucker like you, boy. Scott and I are just warming up for this
rodeo. Hey Scott, let’s check out what’s
in the fridge.”
Jeff and Scott went into the kitchen
and I heard them rummaging around the refrigerator. I struggled against my ropes, but they were
too tight. I wondered what Jeff and Scott were planning on doing to me. They came back drinking cokes and eating
snacks.
“What the hell. These kid’s dad doesn’t have any beer?” Jeff
asked. “We were hoping to snag some
brews. You’d get the blame if they noticed
them missing. What the hell, at least
it’s something. What about you boy, want
a nice sip of coke after licking all that dusty leather? Maybe you can suck my piss later?”
Both guys laughed. I knew I was in for some serious cowboy
games.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
I shot Scott a glance and he just
smiled. I couldn’t tell if he was lying
or not. First Scott pulled out his can
of Copenhagen
Scott jabbed my legs hard with his
spurs. “Yee haw! Buck me boy!
I’m riding you until you die.
Show me you know how to buck! Yee
haw! In this rodeo, the cowboy rides
until he’s through. There ain’t no damn
8 second rule here.”
Scott was spurring and riding me
hard. His chaps were flying. But I was no match for his size and
strength. Finally I gave up. Scott jabbed me with spurs a couple of more
times with all his strength. Damn they
hurt; it felt like he was cutting into my legs.
“What the fuck shithead. This cowboy ain’t done with his ride. Fuck you nigger! You better keep buckin’ or I’ll fuckin’ rape
your ass.”
I couldn’t move anymore so Scott slide
off my back side and knelt behind me. He
pulled my reins tight.
“Jeff, throw me some lube”. Scott unzipped his Wranglers while Jeff
rummaged through the duffel bag and threw Scott a tube of lubricant. Scott squeezed some lubricant on the finger
of his leather glove and thrust his gloved finger up my ass.
I could only groan at the pain as it
ripped through my body. I had no idea
what his dick was going to feel like if just his leather finger hurt that
badly. Scott lubed my ass good and lubed
his thick cock.
Scott then rammed his dick up my ass.
I tried to scream in pain. My eyes welled up with tears.
“Ride him cowboy!” Jeff yelled. “Damn you should see his fuckin’ eyes bulge;
I think they’re gonna pop. Slam his ass
harder, Scott! Work that fuckers
hole. Yee Haw!”.
Scott was making exaggerated slow
thrusts. He’d pull his dick almost out
of my hole, and then ram himself with one forceful thrust up my ass. He made a smack as his chaps slammed against
my legs. His balls pounding my ass. He’d wait a few seconds before pulling
himself out again and then start his thrust another time.
“I told you shithead that the ride was
just beginnin’. You’re my fuckin’ nigger
and you’re gonna learn to do what I fuckin’ want. I hope you enjoy having yer ass raped! I’m enjoyin’ fuckin’ my nigger! Yee Haw!
Ride ‘em cowboy! You’re gonna give this cowboy the ride he wants!”,
Scott shouted.
“Yee Haw! Ride him hard Scott! Make that nigger please your cowboy cock!”
Jeff screamed back.
By now, Scott started groaning in
orgasm and threw his head back. His
thrusts had become fast, rhythmic thrusts as his dick slide in and out of my
ass. Scott was breathing hard and groaning in pleasure. Scott shot a hot rope
of jism up my ass, filling the void.
Scott pulled himself out and zipped up
his jeans. He slapped my ass hard and
said, “Damn good ride nigger”, as he dropped my reins. “You like getting your hole worked by a
cowboy? That’s what they call beginners
luck. Drawing us two horny cowboys as
your first ride”. I stood there
relieved, glad the pain was over.
Jeff grabbed my reigns. “Well nigger, I guess it’s my turn for a
ride”. Jeff climbed on top of my back
and started spurring me.
I could only buck Jeff a couple of
times before the pain of Scott’s rape was just too much. Jeff kept spurring me and slapping my ass.
“What the fuck nigger!” screamed Scott. Scott slapped my ass a couple of times with
his gloved hand. “Give the cowboy a decent
ride, or we’ll have to kick yer ass after Jeff fucks yer brains out.”
“Yeah mother fucker. I fuckin’ want a ride. Not this pussy crap you’ve given me until
now. I want a ride like you just gave
Scott.”
I just stood there. I couldn’t move.
“Rape this motherfucker’s ass,
Jeff. Teach this nigger a lesson he
won’t soon forget. His our fuckin’
property and he’d better learn to fuckin’ gives us cowboys what we want.”
Jeff was kneeling behind me lubricating
his dick. Next thing I knew, Jeff was
penetrating my fuck hole with his cock.
Damn my fuck hole hurt. Jeff took
his cue from Scott and was making the same slow exaggerated thrusts.
“That’s right cowboy. Ride that nigger hard. Slam his ass.
Show him who’s the boss. Pound
his ass, Jeff. Yee Haw! Ride ‘em cowboy!”, Scott screamed.
“Yee Haw!” Jeff screamed back. “Damn this is one helluva of a ride! Shit, take my cock up your ass
motherfucker. Damn…”
Jeff threw his head back in orgasm as
his pace of his thrusts grew faster and faster. The room was filled with Jeff’s groans and the
rhythmic slapping sound as his balls pounded my ass. Soon, Jeff let loose his own rope of jism,
mixing with Scott’s cum up my ass.
Jeff pulled himself out and I fell on
the floor in pain. Both cowboys
disappeared into the kitchen for new cokes.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
After about 5 minutes, Jeff and Scott
came back into the room with potato chips and cokes. I was still curled up on the floor in pain.
“Well shithead, how’d you the cowboy
games so far?” Jeff asked “You like
being a cowboy’s bitch? Fuck boy, that’s
all you are is our fuckin’ bitch”.
“Fuck, I enjoyed plucking your shittin’
cherry boy. You ever been fucked
before? Damn, I love fuckin’ virgins”,
laughed Scott.
Jeff yanked off my rope harness and
forced me to lick his boots again. Scott
followed suit and I polished his boots as well.
“Damn I love watchin’ my nigger lick my
fuckin’ boots. You enjoy lickin’ boots
boy? I’ve got a whole closet full. I’d love for you to come over and lick ‘em
all boy. You’d like that, huh?”, Scott
said as I licked his boots. Both cowboys
laughed.
I was tied over the ottoman again and
both roped me a couple more times. Then
Scott bulled out a leather whip.
“Ever been whipped slave boy?”, laughed
Scott. Nothing this cowboy likes better
than whippin’ some nigger ass. And damn,
if I don’t see some fresh nigger ass that needs a few lashes. What do you think Jeff? This boy needs a single tailin’?” Scott rubbed my ass with the bullwhip.
“Damn yeah. Whip this motherfuckers ass. Make him bleed”, Jeff replied.
Scott let loose the whip on my
ass. Damn it hurt like hell. I couldn’t help myself and let out a
scream. Jeff jammed a bandana in mouth and
Scott proceeded to whip my ass some more.
Then Jeff took the whip and whipped my ass a couple of times. I know I had a couple of nice welts on my ass
from that bull whip.
“Fuck I’m horny as hell again”, Jeff
said.
“Yeah, whippin’ a boy’s ass will get
you rock hard damn fast”, Scott replied.
“Have another go at that boy’s hole.
Damn his ass has to be loose now.
Let me check his ass with my whip.”
Scott rammed the handle of his bull whip up my ass. Damn that hurt. I tried to cry out in pain, but could let out
a muffled whelp. “Yeah, I think we could
drive a jacked up 4x4 truck up his ass.”
Both cowboys laughed.
Jeff untied me from the ottoman. He lashed my hands behind my back and tied my
hands to my feet. He put a rope around
my neck and forced me to kneel before him.
He held tight to the rope around my neck. Scott got behind me and forced my head into
Jeff’s crotch.
“You ready to taste some good cowboy
cum, boy?”, Jeff asked. “Scott and I
have wanted to have us a slave for so long.
We’ve talked about all the fuckin’ shit we wanted our slave to do. Damn, if you aren’t a fuckin’ dream come
true. Hope you’re enjoyin’ our cowboy
game. Damn if we’re gonna stop any time
soon.” Jeff pulled the rope tight around
my neck. He unzippied his Wranglers and
shoved his rock solid dick in my face.
“Open you’re fuckin’ mouth nigger and take in my pure cowboy cock. Ain’t no cock better than fuckin’ cowboy
cock. Right Scott?”
“Damn right Jeff. Nigger, you’re getting the best fuckin’ cock
in the world. You should be down right
thankful Jeff is sharing his cowboy cock with you. Now shithead, suck him dry before I whip your
ass some more.”
Jeff pulled the rope tight around my
neck. I opened my mouth and Jeff thrust
himself down my throat. I thought I was
going to gag. Jeff started face fucking
me. Damn it was wild surrounded by his
leathers and seeing nothing but his trophy buckle as he kept pumping his dick
down my throat.
“You like being face fucked,
nigger? You lose one drop of my cowboy
cum boy, and I’ll kick yer ass around the block. You fuckin’ enjoy every precious drop of my
cum boy. Yeah, suck my cock, boy. Suck me dry!
I fuckin’ know that you love having my cock down your throat. Mmmm, yeah.
That’s right boy, you want my cock.
Yeah, suck me fucker! Shit yeah
that feels good!”, Jeff said.
Jeff started squirting his jism down my
throat. I was about to gag on his dick
and his salty cum, but he forced himself in my mouth and I had to swallow.
“Damn, that’s what I like. A nice hungry nigger, who likes some quality
cowboy cum. How’d you like that
boy? Do you want Scott here to fill yer
mouth with another load of cum? Come on
Scott, shoot yer load down his throat.
This fucker is hungry for cowboy cum.”
“Nah, I wanna ride his ass again”,
Scott replied. “You ready for this
bad-assed mother fucker cowboy to ride yer ass boy?”
Scott untied my hands from my
feet. He untied my feet. Then he took out his Cope can, tapped the
lid, and put in a fresh dip. He put the can
under my nose.
“You want a dip slave? Would help take away that cowboy cum flavor.”
Both cowboys laughed. Scott put a pinch of Cope in my mouth. It burned like hell and I spit it out. Scott grabbed the rope around my neck and
slapped me around my head.
“Damn boy, you’ve wasted a good
dip. Jeff and I need to teach you to be
man. How to take a dip. How to ride ass instead of getting
raped. Damn, yer nothing but a cowboy cum
slut. I’m ready to ride yer ass again
mother fucker. Ready for my dick up yer
ass bitch?”
Scott stood me up and pushed me over
the back of the couch. He spread my feet
with his boots and lube his dick. Scott
rammed his cock up my fuck hole and started thrusting himself inside me. By now, by fuck hole was loose and Scott’s
dick actually felt fine. Scott was
enjoying his fuck.
“Yeah man, this fuck hole feels so hot
on my dick. Damn you boy, you are one
helluva good fuck. Yee haw. This cowboy likes to ride his cum slut.”
It didn’t take long for Scott to shoot
his hot cum up my ass.
After a break, I had to lick the boy’s
boots one last time. I was untied and
allowed to get dressed as the cowboy’s put their gear in their duffle bags.
“Well fucker, thanks for being our slave”,
said Scott. “Not that you had much
choice.”
Both cowboys laughed.
“You breath a word of these cowboy
games to anyone, and we’ll both deny it happened and then find your ass and
beat you so hard, you won’t want to live.
You got that mother fucker”, said Jeff in my face.
“Yeah, I know”, I replied.
“Glad we see things eye-to-eye, boy”,
replied Jeff.
“Now that you know what we like bitch,
we find you alone at school, and your ass is ours. You got that shit head?”, said Scott. “You’ll be lickin’ our boots and having our
dicks up yer ass. So you better steer
clear of us.”
“Of course, we may just add you to our
stable of cum-slut bitches we have.
Right Scott? You think this boy
could be one of our bitches we call on some nights? Of course, we may need a babysitter some
night”, Jeff laughed. “We’ll know who to
call. I’m sure you’ll want to earn some
extra money playing our cowboy games.”
“Trust me boy, after the fun Jeff and I
just had, we’ll be hunting your ass sometime when you least expect it”, said
Scott. “No matter how hard you try to
avoid us, we’ll find your ass sometime.
And when we do, we own your fuckin’ ass for whatever pleases these
cowboys.”
Both guys laughed as they left the
house.
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