Flashback – Part 1

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HEY FUCKER, MEET ME AT 6PM. YOU KNOW THE PLACE.

“Shit”, I said to myself reading Trey’s text.  I knew I couldn’t deny that I liked hooking up with Trey for whatever shit he wanted to do to me.  Fuck somedays I wished I’d never started letting Trey treat me like his fuck slave, but damn, he was one fine cowboy I fucking enjoyed sex with Trey.

5:30 PM I was driving out in the place in the country Trey liked to fuck my sorry ass.  “How did I get myself in this place?”, I thought to myself as I drove.

I thought back to when I met Trey.  It was the second week of our senior year of high school.  Both Trey and I had after school suspension.  Trey was a football jock and rodeo jock who had mouthed off to a teacher.  I had messed with another jock’s locker who had bullied me, and I was the one who got caught; so much for justice.

So, Trey and I are in after school suspension and Trey starts calling me queer and a fag under his breath.  I retort back that he was not man enough to fuck my ass.  Well this started some playful sexual jabs back and forth, which both of us seemed to enjoy.

I was a theatre nerd and just starting to come to grips with my sexuality; that I was gay.  I didn’t let anyone know what my feelings were.  High School was just complicated, especially when it came to my gay feelings.  I had sex with one or two older guys, so I was starting to figure myself out.

Anyway, the teacher steps out of the room for a couple of minutes and Trey pounces on me and wrestles me to the ground.  Trey pins my arms with his hands above my head and straddles my body.  I’m starting at his oversized buldge in his Wranglers partially hidden by his rodeo trophy buckle.

“Damn”, I thought.  While I was scared shitless what Trey was going to do, all I could keep thinking was “Trey is so fucking HOT!”

“You motherfucker queer – you think I’m not man enough to fuck your ass?  Shit, your nothing but a fucking queer bitch.  You fucking want this cowboy to ride that motherfucker ass of yours?  Shit yeah, you wouldn’t know how to handle my cowboy cock up your ass.”

I was too fucking scared to reply.  Before I could respond, the teacher walked back in the room.  Trey immediately rolled off me and stood up and walked to his desk.  I got up and the teacher was oblivious to what just happened.

We were silent for the next half an hour, and then Trey and I started exchanging playful and sexual barbs.  That was the best after school detention I had ever had.

Well 5PM came and we both walked out to the school’s deserted parking lot.

Trey turned to me when he got to his truck and said, “Well fucker, you want some cowboy cock up your ass?”

“What the fuck did you say?”, I asked.

“You heard me motherfucker queer”, Trey replied.

“Shit Trey, I think I heard you, but I can’t believe what you said.”

“Well fucker, what’s your answer”.

“Shit yeah, I’ll take that cock.”

“Here and now”, Trey asked?  “I’m pretty fucking horny.”

“Damn dude, not here in the parking lot.  Let’s go somewhere private.”

“Scared fuck head?  That makes the sex even more fun, trust me.  Shit, follow me in your pussy car.  Don’t lose me.”

I ran to my car as Trey’s truck roared to life.  Trey floored his truck and screeched out of the parking lot.  I was right behind him.  We went outside of town to a remote part of wilderness.  Trey pulled off the road and drove behind some trees into a clearing.  The same place we now met for rough cowboy sex.

Trey stepped out of his truck.  Damn he was hot in his cowboy hat, Wranglers, and boots.  I got out of my car and walked over to Trey.  He looked me over, determining his next move.  A wicked smile came over his face.

“Well fucker, I think you really want to have some sex with this cowboy.  Damn, I’m horny for some rough sex.  You’re gonna be my bitch and do what I want.  You got that piss ant?”

“Shit Trey, I said I’d let you fuck my ass.  What else do you want?  I’m not gonna be a fucking slave.”

“Shit piss ant, you’re gonna do what the cowboy wants.  Strip while I put my spurs on and git you a rope.”

“Fuck what?”

“You heard me shit head.  Just fucking strip or I will rip your clothes off.”

Trey went to his truck and pulled out some spurs he put on his boots.  I stripped naked, watching Trey.  Trey pulled out a rope and walked over to me.  He put a lasso around my chest and pulled it tight.  My arms were pressed against my body.

“Hey”, I screamed.

“Shut up fucker.  You’re gonna enjoy this cowboy fuck.”

Trey pulled out a small pigging rope from his waist band and quickly tied my hands together with quick figure eight loops.  I was now his prisoner.  My mind started to panic.

Trey pulled me around with the lasso around my body.  He laughed as he forced me to follow him by leading me around.

“Like being my prisoner, piss ant?  Fuck yeah, I’m rock-hard forcing you to be my bitch.  Hell yeah!”

Trey jerked my rope hard and as he turned around, he raised his boot and kicked me hard in the back of my legs, forcing me down to the ground.  Trey bent down, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head up.

 “Now shit head, this cowboy is gonna teach you how to have some cowboy fun.  First off, I want you to fucking lick my boots, boy.”

“Go to hell, Trey”, I responded.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.  Now I get to teach my fucking asswipe a lesson you won’t soon forget; never fucking mess with a cowboy.”

Trey quickly pulled the lasso up around my neck and pulled the lasso tight.  His boot was on my back as he used the other end of the lasso to tie my legs together.  As I moved my legs, the lasso around my neck tightened.  Trey started kicking the shit of me with his boots.

“Take that mother fucker.  You’d better learn to fucking obey this cowboy.  I enjoy kicking the shit of you piss ant.  You better learn to do whatever this cowboy tells you, or I’ll fucking kick your ass until you are black and blue.  And trust me, I’ll enjoy kicking your ass, bitch.”

Trey stopped kicking me and straddled my body and pressed his spurs into my side.

“Boy, you ready to lick my boots now?”

Damn Trey’s spurs hurt.  “Fuck yeah, Trey.  I’ll lick your boots.”

“Good boy.  I enjoy breaking a fucking bitch like you to learn how to please a cowboy.”

Trey moved to my head and thrust his boots in my face.  I slowly started licking his boots.  I had never done that before and I felt my cock getting hard.  Damn, this was fucking awesome.

“Hell yeah, lick those mother fucker boots, bitch.  Enjoy kissing my shit kickers.”

Trey unzipped his Wranglers and pulled out his rock-hard cock.  Damn, his cock was huge.  Trey started stroking his rod.

“Damn dude”, Trey said, “watching you lick my fucking boots gets me hard.  You ready for this cowboy cock, fucker?”

“Hell yeah, Trey.  I’m not sure I can take that cock up my ass.”

Trey jerked his boots away and straddled my body again.  He dug his spurs hard in my sides.  I screamed in pain.

“Fuck you mother fucker.  You don’t stop licking my boots until I say they are good and clean.  You are my bitch in training.  Now fucking lick my boots until I tell you to stop.”

Trey thrust his boots in my face again and I started licking them again.

“Hell yeah, fucker.  That’s what I want, a compliant slave who knows his place.  You’re nothing but a fucking queer in training who wants some cowboy cock.”

Trey is now rubbing his cock hard and getting excited.  I am fucking hard licking Trey’s boots wonder what will come next.

“Shit, I want your fucking hot mouth on this cock now.”

Trey reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees with his muscular strength in a quick motion.  I am staring at Trey’s rock-hard manhood.

“Hell boy, get your mouth on my rod.  Start sucking me off, shit head.”

I start taking Trey in and Trey starts forcing his rod down my throat.  I haven’t had that much experience sucking cock, especially one as huge as Trey’s.  I start gagging and Trey just forces himself harder down my throat.

“Fuck yeah, bitch.  Take my meat.  Hell yeah, I’m gonna make sure you take me all in.  Stop your fucking gagging and just relax.  Fucking eat me, bitch.”

Somehow Trey has forced his cock down my throat.  I am still gagging and feel like I can’t breathe.  Trey starts giving me a face fuck and pounding my face.  His balls slap my chin and I am drooling trying keep from gagging.

“Oh, fuck yeah, bitch.  Hell, your fucking mouth feels good.  Fuck yeah, take this cowboy in.  Feel my cock down your throat.  Fuck yeah.  Damn this is awesome.  Suck me dry, pard’ner!”

Trey’s rodeo buckle is now pounding my forehead as he gives me a face fuck.  I can’t image what it’s gonna be like when he starts shooting his cum down my throat.

Trey stops and pulls his cock from my mouth.

“Shit yeah, one day you’re gonna fucking give me a fucking blow job.  Today, I want to ride your ass, cowboy style.”

Trey picks me up by my arms and fucking carries me to his truck.  He opens the back door and throws me on the seat.  He quickly unties my feet and drops my feet to the ground and pushes me down on the seat with his left arm.  With his other arm, he grabs some lube and forces some up my ass.  Trey starts lubing his cock and then thrusts his greasy fingers up my hole, spreading the lube up my ass hole.

“Hell yeah, I’m gonna git my bitch ready to ride, mother fucker.  You ready for this cowboy?  Shit, I’m fucking hungry to ride me some mother fucker ass.”

Trey doesn’t hesitate to start slowly inserting his cock up my tight hole.  He slowly slides his mushroom head inside and then he thrusts his cock hard inside me.  I let out a scream.  Trey takes his free hand and grabs the lasso still around my neck and pulls it tight like a rein.

“Hell yeah, take my meat!  Fucking take this cowboy cock, fucker.  Yee haw, this cowboy is gonna ride his bitch!  This is how a cowboy rodeos, bitch.”

Trey starts a rhythmic piston thrusting motion pushing his cock in and out of my hole.  The pain quickly subsides as my hole loosens and I get used to his huge cowboy cock up my ass.

“Ah fuck yeah… shit yeah…. Fuck, your ass feels fucking nice on my cock.  Shit, you’re such a smooth fuck.  Ah…. Fuck…”

Trey is now groaning in ecstasy as he rides my ass hard.  Trey starts to cum up my ass and shoots three or four long ropes of cum.  Trey slows down his piston motion and slowly pulls his spent cock out of my ass.

“Shit, you are one helluva fuck, bitch.  Damn, I would never think a queer was such a good fuck.”  Trey laughs, “Well bitch, you still think this cowboy’s not man enough to fuck your ass?”

I laugh back, “I guess Trey you showed me.”

Trey jerked me up and spun me around.  My hands were still tied in front of me.  Trey grabbed the lasso around my neck and pushed me in front of him. 

Trey leaned against his truck, holding the lasso around my neck taunt.  “Now fucker, jack yourself off.  I wanna see my queer fucking jack himself off.  Keep your eyes opened and you look at this cowboy and my cock.  I fucking want to know that you’re fucking jacking off because you fucking want this cowboy.”

I am rock hard and have never been tied up before.  This is so fucking hot, I eagerly grab my hard dick and start jacking off.  Trey is smiling watching me jack off like the slave I am.  Trey is so calm holding my lasso, taking the entire scene in, while I am jacking off.  I finally start squirting several wads of cum on the ground.

“Shit yeah, I like my bitch to fucking do what I say.  You like being my cowboy bitch, queer boy?  I think you do.  Just so you fucking know, I now own your ass.  You’re gonna be my queer bitch to fuck whenever I want it.  You got that fucker?”

“Sure Trey, whatever you say.”

Trey didn’t like my response.  He pulled the lasso tight and again, lifted his boot to kick the back of my legs.  I fell to the ground.  Trey jabbed one spur into my side and pressed his other boot on my chest.

“Listen mother fucker, you are my fucking piss ant bitch.  I fucking own your ass, boy.”

“Okay Trey.  I get your point.”

“Do you mother fucker?  Then fucking kiss my boots.”

I leaned forward and kissed his boot.

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I want.  A fucking queer bitch who knows how to please a mother fucker tough shit cowboy.  Now roll over, grovel, and fucking kiss my boots.  Fucking tell me you’re my fucking queer bitch.”

I rolled over and started kissing Trey’s boots.

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about, boy.  Kiss my mother fucker shit kickers.  Now start telling me you’re my queer bitch for fucking anytime.”

I am kissing Trey’s boots and start repeating what Trey asks.

“Hell yeah, boy.  That’s how a cowboy wants to be treated, fucking owning a queer bitch to ride when this cowboy feels like it.  And a fucking queer bitch groveling at my boots pleading for this cowboy to ride his ass.  Hell yeah!”

Trey untied me and let me get dressed.  We both climbed into our cars and Trey yelled out his window before he left, “Just remember queer bitch, this is not the last time I’m gonna ride your ass.  You remember that I’m fucking man enough to show you how a cowboy rides.  You forget your lesson, and I’ll be more than happy to fucking kick your ass into submission.  Till next time, pard’ner!”

Trey drove off and I sat in the car thinking about the entire scene.  Damn, this was one fucking hot fuck session with Trey.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

My mind snapped to the present as I was pulling up into the familiar clearing, Trey was sitting in his truck listening to music.  Damn, it was hard to believe 4 years had passed since Trey’s first fuck.  I was still just his queer bitch when he wanted to get his rocks off.

Trey stepped from his truck.  Damn, he was still the gorgeous cowboy hunk that took my breath away.  Trey was shirtless but wearing a black leather vest.  His muscles and tanned tone body was fucking hot.  He was wearing his leather chaps, boots, spurs and cowboy hat.  Pretty much, every time Trey fucked me, he was in his full cowboy gear.

It had taken me a while to realize that Trey used his cowboy persona to overcome his fear about fucking a guy.  Trey cowboyed up and treated me like his slave to prove he was fucking me to show how much of a cowboy he was.  I didn’t really care, but Trey needed some proof that he wasn’t gay, just enjoying some rough sex with a bitch that happened to be a guy.

As I stepped from my car, Trey yelled out, “What the fuck are you waiting for bitch.  Strip down now, so I can fucking rape your ass before I go out drinking tonight.  We are wasting daylight with your slow action.  And you know that means; I get mean and will have to whoop your sorry ass mother fucker.  Now get stripped and into position for this cowboy to rodeo.”

I obeyed and stripped naked.  Trey came up and handcuffed me.  Trey had gotten the handcuffs from a cop friend a year earlier and he enjoyed using them instead of tying my hands.

Trey wanted to practice roping, so I had to get down on all fours on the ground; not the easiest with the handcuffs.  Every time Trey roped me, he would spur and kick me for being too easy to rope.  Damn, Trey loved punishing me every chance he got.

“Fuck you bitch.  Your too easy to rope.  Give this cowboy some action.  You know I’m gonna kick your ass if I rope you again.”

Trey threw his lasso again and it found me as its mark.  Trey starts kicking me around.  Then Trey grabs his key and unlocks my handcuffs.

Trey jumps on my back and moves the lasso around my neck as a rein and starts spurring and riding me bare back style.

“Shit yeah, this rodeo is just beginning bitch.  Yee Haw!  This cowboy is gonna win the bareback competition with his damn fine ridin’ and spurin’.  Yee Haw!  Ride ‘em cowboy!  Come on queer boy, buck me hard!”

I was trying hard to buck Trey, but he’s bigger and really no match for me.  I finally stop, exhausted.

“Shit yeah, I’ve busted another bronc.  You know what that means, time for me to take my prize and finish my ride.”

Trey slides behind me and drops to his knees; he’s holding the lasso tight around my neck.  Trey reaches into his pocket for a tube of lube and lubes my asshole as well as his cock.  By now, I’m fairly used to his huge cock and Trey is comfortable using my ass.  He smoothly slides his lubed cock up my ass fast and hard and starts fucking my ass.

“Shit yeah, fucker.  You are one smooth fuck.  Damn, I’ve got you trained well, queer boy.  Fuck yeah, riding your ass is so fucking easy.  Shit, I damn love riding you cowboy style.  Yee Haw!  Fuck yeah!  Let’s rodeo, bitch!”

Trey is now pumping my ass hard.  He starts breathing hard and he starts to climax.

“Oh… fuck… fuck… yeah… fuck…. I’m cumming boy!”

Trey shoots a wad of cum up my ass.  After he is spent, he lets go of my lasso rein and pulls himself out.

“Ah motherfucker, you are one helluva of a ride.  Damn good fuck.”

Trey slaps my bare ass hard.

“Shit, look at your hole, full of my cowboy cum.  Damn, I know how to fill a bitch like you.  Fuck yeah.”

Trey stands up and zips his Wranglers.  Trey starts coiling his lasso.

“Well bitch, this cowboy is gonna go into town and party.  If you’re lucky, I’m gonna find me a bitch to ride tonight.  If not, then I guess you know I’ll be texting your sorry ass for another fuck.  Enjoy your night, mother fucker.”

Trey climbed into his truck and drove off.  Before I got dressed, I jacked myself off.  Damn, I was so into Trey and he held this spell over me.  I climbed back into my and started thinking about the last few years while I was driving home.

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

After high school, I had left town for college, while Trey got a local job in-town.  After my first year, I came back into town and decided I wasn’t going to go back to school, so I also found a local job.

One night while I was out drinking, I ran into Trey.  That wasn’t too unusual, as the town wasn’t too big.  Anyway, once Trey noticed me, he found a way to get me alone in a corner.  I melted again looking at this hot stud and he demanded I give him my mobile number.

That’s when Trey started texting me, expecting me to meet him when he demanded for sex.  Initially, Trey’s texts came once every few months.  Over time, he started texting me monthly and then it was almost weekly.

After about a year of rough cowboy sex with Trey, I decided to not respond to his texts.  Damn, Trey got mad.  He tracked me down one night and kidnapped me.  I was tied up in his truck and he drove around town.  He kept stopping after driving a while and raping me in different positions.  He would also stop and throw me out on the ground and kick me around with his boots and spurs.  This lasted all night and at daylight, he brought me back to my car and let me go.

As he let me out of his truck, he said, “Just remember this night bitch!  Next time you try to fucking ignore this cowboy, I will make your life a living hell, bitch.  You fucking mess with this cowboy again, and you will think last night was a fucking walking in the park.  I will hunt you down and fucking make you regret you were ever born, queer boy.  Hell yeah, I’ll fucking rape you until you bleed and then fucking stomp you until you are a bloody shit pile.  Don’t mess with this cowboy, boy.”

~~~~~  ∞ж∞  ~~~~~

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