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Clint and I got along
as most brothers do, but I felt Clint was favored as the younger brother. Clint was very successful on the high school
rodeo team, so I also felt my folks gave him way more attention than I got. I thought Clint had a cocky attitude towards
me, and this tension came out frequently doing our evening chores, as we trashed
talked each other, it would turn into a friendly wrestling match, usually with
one of us on our back on the barn floor with the winner on top. As the older brother, I used to be the winner
most of the time, but over his Junior year, Clint and his rodeo buddies were
working out with Clint getting pretty ripped.
Now, Clint started beating my ass more often in these wrestling matches.
One night in late
September, Clint came home from rodeo practice, wearing his chaps and trophy
spurs he won his junior year at a rodeo.
We did our usual trash talking, which ended up in another wrestling
match. Clint pinned me down on the floor
in the barn. I was on my back with my
hands above my head. Clint’s knees were
on my arms holding them down, his leather framed crotch in my face. Clint used his spurs to press into my
sides. I was pissed to be beaten again.
“So, fucker”, my
brother snickered, “looks like your little bro won this match again. I think you like being beaten by your little
brother.”
Shut the fuck up and
get off me you little piss ant”, I sneered back.
Clint pressed his
spurs harder into my sides until it hurt.
He leaned forward and pressed his crotch hard into my face.
“I think you like
being my prisoner, bro. You like my
crotch?”, said Clint.
“Get the fuck off me
you little queer”, I yelled from under his crotch.
“I think you’re the
queer, bro. Looks to me you have your
face in my crotch. I think I’m getting
horny.”
I could feel Clint’s
boner getting hard.
Clint continued,
“Yeah bro, I am thinking of taking this game to the next level. See how good of a queer boy you are?”
I struggled, but I
couldn’t get away from Clint. Clint
reached down and unzipped his Wranglers.
His cock popped out of his jeans prison and clearly, he was horny. I couldn’t believe it, but Clint started
forcing his cock into my mouth. I tried
in vain to turn, but he held my head firm and pressed those spurs deeper.
I couldn’t believe
that he was forcing his cock into my mouth.
I gagged as his boner hit the back of my throat. He continued to press harder and snake his
cock down into my throat.
Clint put his hands
on the ground and started humping my face.
“Take my cock,
bro. Suck me hard dude. Shit your mouth feels hot on my cock. Oh fuck yeah… suck me bro… fuck yeah… Yee
Haw! Suck me hard!”
I was gagging and
trying to breath. I couldn’t believe my
brother was doing this.
“I’m cumming,
bro. Shit yeah, this is fucking hot…
suck me bro.”
He was so fucking
horny, without me trying, he started shooting his hot load into my mouth and
throat. I kept trying to gag, but he was
firmly humping my face forcing me to take his load.
“Aw fuck, bro. That was so fucking hot”, said Clint as he
pulled his limp cock out of my mouth.
“Get the fuck off me,
Clint”, I yelled.
Suddenly mother
called us for dinner from the porch. We
both stood up and walked to the house.
As we walked into the house, mom yelled at Clint to remove his
spurs. Clint and I glared at each other
during dinner. Clint kept smirking at me
for what the fuck he had done.
After dinner, I went
up to my room and sulked.
Things were normal
for a few days and then on Friday, I heard Clint come home from rodeo
practice. I was in the hay barn a
distance from the barn, where Clint would be doing his chores.
I was almost finished
putting up the bales of hay when Clint’s lasso suddenly dropped over my head
and pinned my arms to my chest. I
struggled to escape the rope, but Clint kept the pressure and pulled me hard as
he was shortening the rope on his end.
As he got closer to me, he yanked the rope hard causing me to stumble to
the ground. Clint jumped on top of me
and grabbed a pigging rope from his waist and tied my hands behind my
back. I couldn’t believe he was doing
this to me.
Clint rolled me onto
my back and stood over me straddling my body and pressing his spurs in my
side. “Well, bro, looks like I have my
queer again. You must like being your
little bro’s queer boy.”
“Get the hell off me
and untie me you little shithead”, I yelled.
The hay barn was far enough from the house, there was nobody that would
hear my yelling.
“All in good time,
bro. First, I think I am going to test
our that ass of yours. See how my cock
feels in your ass. Your mouth made me very
horny. I wonder how that ass of yours
feels. I’m going to turn you into my fuck
bitch.”
“Screw you Clint. You better not fuck my ass.”
“And what are you
going to do, little Bobby? Run to
momma? You know mom and dad will not do
anything to their favorite son!”
Clint pulled me up and leaned me over a bale of hay. He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my pants down exposing my ass. I squirmed but couldn’t escape from Clint.
I felt Clint’s finger, full of lube, fingering my asshole. I couldn’t believe the pain as Clint forced his fingers up my hole. As I screamed, Clint took his bandana and stuffed it into my mouth.
Next, I felt the lubed tip of Clint’s boner head touching my ass. I couldn’t believe my brother was actually going to rape my ass.
As Clint pushed into my hole, the pain was intense and bit hard down on the bandana. Clint hit my tight anal sphincter muscle and just before his pushed through he said, “Open up brother… let me in… I’m going to fucking rape your ass anyway, it will just hurt a lot less if you relax and let me in.”
“Ah fuck… shit yeah…
your ass is so fucking awesome on my cock.
Shit, you’re a fucking good fuck.
Ah fuck…”
Clint was continuing
to fuck me hard and enjoying his ride. I
was in pain with each thrust but couldn’t get away from his brutal fuck.
“Oh fuck… you are one
helluva of a ride… oh fuck… I’m cumming Bobby, get ready for my seed load up
your ass.”
Clint was now
thrusting hard as he was about to cum.
In the distance, I heard mom calling us for dinner. Clint didn’t let up his brutal fuck and I
suddenly felt hot loads of jism filling my ass.
“Oh shit… fuck yeah…
damn this is a helluva a fuck… oh yeah… oh fuck yeah…”
Clint slowed down and
slowly pulled himself out.
“Shit, Bobby. I would have never thought a guy’s ass felt
that good. Damn, you’d better watch
out. I definitely want that ass again.”
Mom called a second
time for dinner, which meant we had to get into the house. Clint untied my hands and ran into the
house. I pulled up my pants and was
close behind.
Clint told my dad
that he was helping me with my chores as we sat down. Of course, my dad was pleased that Clint had
been helpful to me; I just stewed and wanted kill the fucker. All during dinner, Clint kept giving me that
grin while his spent cum was leaking out of my ass into my underwear. I wanted to get even so bad.
During dinner, mom
and dad announced that they had to take some cattle to market and would be gone
all day Saturday.
Clint had other
ideas, he came around into the barn where I was and started harassing me, telling
me I was his bitch. I was so mad and we
started fighting. I threw a punch and
missed. Clint took me to task and laid a
few good punches and wrestled me to the ground.
Clint stood up and laid in some boot kicks as I rolled around. Clint took some rope and hog tied me on the
ground.
I couldn’t believe
it, but Clint thrust his dirty, shit dusted boots into my face.
“Lick some leather,
brother, or I will kick the shit of your ass”, Clint said.
“Go to hell, fucker”,
I yelled back.
Clint started kicking
the shit out of me with his boots and spurs.
After a minute of hard kicks, he came back and put his boots in my
face. “Now bro, you can make this easy
on yourself and fucking lick my boots, like the fucking rodeo buckle bunny fuck
bitch you are, or I can enjoy kicking the shit out of you some more? What’s it gonna be?”
Knowing I had no
choice, I started licking his boots.
“Now that’s a good
bitch boy. You’ve learned your lesson,
that this cowboy is the boss and whatever I want I’m gonna get. The sooner you learn that lesson, bro, the
easier life will go for you. You’re in
training now to be my rodeo buckle bunny bitch.
Yeah, you’re doing a good job cleaning those boots.”
After I finished
licking his boots, Clint said, “Now bitch boy, you need to learn to suck cowboy
cock.”
Clint pulled me on my
knees and leaned me against the wooden stalls in the barn.
“Now open that mouth
of yours and get ready to suck my dick, boy.”
I tried to refuse,
but Clint slapped my head and face a couple of times.
“Don’t make me kick
your ass again, boy. Open that fucking
mouth and suck my dick. I’m fucking
horny!”
I obeyed and as I
opened my mouth, Clint thrust his hard cock into my mouth.
“Ah, fuck yeah. Your mouth is so hot on my cock. Hell yeah, you’re gonna make a nice queer
bitch for your bro. You’re gonna take my
cock whenever I want it this year.”
I struggled to try to
do anything to stop this, but being tied and having my brother’s cock firmly
down my throat, all I could was gag.
Clint started to give me a hard face fuck, my head almost slamming into
the wooden rails behind my head.
“Ah, shit yeah Bobby,
you are one helluva of a good cock sucker…. Damn, I get horny knowing my
brother gives good head to a cowboy.
Suck my cock… hell yeah, suck me dry… fuck yeah… I’m squirting my load…
get ready for some cowboy cum!”
Clint started to
giving me his load down my throat. He
held on to my head to keep himself firmly down my throat as he let loose his
load.
As Clint pulled
himself out he said, “Hell yeah, Bobby.
You are one helluva of a good queer bitch. We are gonna have fun this year.”
Clint pulled his
spent cock back into his Wranglers. He
left me hog-tied on the ground as he left for the house. He called back, “I’ll bring my bitch some
lunch.”
A while later, Clint
came back and thew a sandwich down on the dirt floor. “Hell boy, you can eat that if you’re
hungry.”
I didn’t move and
wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.
Clint called the dog
to come eat the sandwich. “I don’t give
a shit if you starve, Bobby. I was just
making sure my bitch had the opportunity to eat. Now, let me try out that ass of yours.”
Clint untied my
wrists from my ankles. He put a lead
rope around my neck and started pulling me into the tack room. With my ankles tied, I could barely hobble
behind him.
“Well bro, let’s see
where I want to fuck your ass. How ‘bout
we try out the saddle?”
He led me over to a
saddle sitting on a stand. I was laid
over the saddle on my stomach. He untied
my wrists and tied each one to a leg of the saddle stand. He did the same with my legs. Next, I felt his fingers up my ass as he
lubed my ass for a fuck.
“Damn your ass is it
tight, bro. I can’t wait to buck that
ass of yours again. Hell, you’re a good
fuck. I can be fucking rough with you
when I fuck. Damn, so much hotter than a
bitch who can’t take a rough ride. Hell yeah,
bitch boy. Your ass is sweet on a
cowboy cock.”
Clint came up behind
me and started threading his hard, rigid cock up my ass.
“Ah, shit yeah…. Take
that cock, pard… fuck you’re ass is
tight… come on, bro, let me in or I will fucking ram your ass.”
I tried to relax, but
his constant push into my almost virgin ass was more pain and I kept tensing
up. Finally, I could feel his ball sack
on my ass crack.
“Ah fuck… your ass
feels damn fine on my cock. Get ready
for this cowboy to ride. Come on, bro,
let’s make this a rodeo… you’re my fucking bronc. Start bucking!”
Clint started to fuck
me hard. “Yee Haw! Shit yeah, take my cock!”
I screamed in pain as
Clint rode me hard.
“Hell yeah bitch,
scream for me”, Clint laughed. “Makes me
fuck ya harder. Damn yeah, I love it
when the bitch screams. Tells me she
loves my fuck. Bro, you’re no
different. Scream all ya want, cuz it
just makes me harder!”
Clint is now bucking
me so hard the saddle stand is rocking.
“Fuck yeah,
bitch. Take my cock. Scream for me, bitch. I’m fucking loving your ass, bro. There’s no turning back, bro. You’re my fucking bitch for now on. Shit, you have one helluva of a damn cunt for
rodeo bucking.”
I didn’t know how
much longer I could take his thrusts.
Finally I could tell Clint was speeding up, I figured he was getting
close to cumming.
“I’m cumming,
bitch. Get ready for my load! Ahhh…. Fuck yeah… fuck… ahhh..”
Clint started
shooting his load up my ass. After he
was drained, he stopped bucking my ass and laid for moment on my back.
“Damn bro. You don’t know how fucking good it feels to
ride you so fucking hard. Damn, it’s a
fucking great ride.”
Clint untied me from
the saddle.
“You’d better git
your chores done bro before mom and dad get home. I’m going over to my buds house to
rodeo. See ya!”
Clint climbed into
his truck still wearing his rodeo gear and tore off. I was so angry, but he was right I had to
fucking now bust my sore ass to get my chores done before our folks got
home. Shit, I was pissed.
One night coming home
from a ride just before supper, I was in the tack room putting up my
saddle. Shit if Clint didn’t ambush me
and tie me up over the saddle. He pulled
down my jeans and started lubing my ass.
“Damn bro, you should
know by now that your little bro will ride your ass anytime I fucking
want. And hell, if now is the time I
want that ass. Get ready to get fucked.”
Clint inserted
himself and rode me hard on the saddle.
Before Clint came, mom was calling us to dinner. Clint kept his muscular thrusts going until
he shot his load. He untied my hands and
left me laughing as he went to the house.
I had to quickly untie my feet and get into the house. I spent another dinner with Clint’s cum
oozing into my underwear while we ate dinner.
I was glad in
November when Clint finally got a girlfriend.
Damn, he must have been fucking her often as he started fucking me only
once or twice a month. Clint would tie
me up and beat me to ensure I knew I was still his bitch when he wanted. The worst times where when my parents left,
then I was in trouble if he managed to get me tied up, he would abuse my ass
all day long.
Our folks had some
stock to sell and wanted visit some relatives.
They were going to be gone for four days. I knew I would have to make some plans, or
Clint would make my life a fucking hell.
I found a couple of buds I could spend the night after the rodeo.
Clint was talking
about having a party at our place after the rodeo since our folks would be
away. He started joking that maybe I
could be the party bitch for the guys and let them ride my ass like he did.
My folks left early
Friday, so I slept the night at a friend’s house. I had to come back to the barn for chores on
Saturday. Clint was loading his truck
with his rodeo gear. I figured I would
enjoy the rodeo and find another bud’s house to crash at. Clint was planning on having a party post the
rodeo at our place.
I was being careful
and watching Clint closely. At some
point, I got busy with chores and didn’t see Clint come around with his
lasso. Before I knew it, I was roped and
Clint quickly on top of me, tying my hands.
“Damn you Clint, get
the fuck off me”, I yelled.
“No way, Bobby. Like I said, you’re the rodeo party bitch
tonight. I have to ensure you’re around
for the party.”
“What the fuck? No way I’m gonna let you fuck me in front of
your buds.”
“Hell yeah, bro. That’s exactly what you’re going to fucking
do. I’m gonna tie you up now so you’ll
be around for the party.”
Clint pulled me into
the tack room. He put a leather collar
on my neck and snapped a 20-foot lead rope to the collar that was attached to
the barn post.
Clint stripped me
naked, cutting off my shirt with a knife so he wouldn’t have to untie my
wrists.
Clint put a bucket
close by and left me 6 bottles of water on a bench.
“The bucket is for
you to shit and pee. I will leave you
some water. Sorry to leave you until
tonight, but I know that you would fucking not show up for the party if I let
you go to the rodeo. See ya tonight,
bro!”
Clint left me and I
heard his pick-up leave.
The day went by
slowly. Tied up with nothing to do, I
slept a little and kept trying to untie my hands but to no avail. I finally figured out how to undo the water
bottle cap and lean over the bench to drink the water, but not after spilling 2
of the bottles on the ground. Time drug
on all afternoon until dark. Since Clint
didn’t leave any lights on, the tack room got really dark.
About 10PM I heard
three pick-ups come and stop at the barn.
I recognized my brother’s truck sound.
I heard 5 guys get out and start talking as they came into the
barn. The lights of the barn flickered
to life. I heard the guys go to the barn
refrigerator and open up bottles of beer.
I could recognize that they were four of Clint’s best friends from the
rodeo. Damn, I was screwed.
County music started
blaring as Clint came into the tack room.
Clint was still in his rodeo gear, wearing his chaps and spurs.
“Sorry you missed the
rodeo, Bobby. Damn, you could have seen
your brother win the bull riding. But
hell, tonight will make up for it. We
are gonna have us a party like no other.”
Before I could
respond, Clint put a leather halter over my head that had a rubber bit that
went into my mouth and strapped the halter on my head. Clint had made this fucking contraption in
Shop class at school. How they ever let him make this, I had no idea, but he
had used it before when he wanted to teach me to be his bucking bronc. He put a short lead line attached to the
halter. He fastened a leather horse
hobble around my ankles. All I could do
was grunt with the bit in my mouth.
“I’ll let the boys
get nice and drunk before I introduce them to my fucking bitch. How’s that Bobby? You ready for your big debut?”
I thrashed and
grunted while Clint left.
I could hear the guys
complaining to Clint that he didn’t have any chicks at the party. Clint said they can just keep their dicks in
their pants for now and that he had a surprise.
The conversation went
to the rodeo and typical high school guy talk.
Sounds like Clint had won the best overall cowboy for the rodeo club
this year and they all congratulated him on it.
They all re-lived the many events of the day at the rodeo. They talked about the summer while they
continued to get drunk.
Clint pulled me into
the middle of the group of guys. Their
jaws dropped seeing Clint lead me naked, wrists bound behind my back, wearing
the horse hobble with the halter over my head.
“Shit” said one guy.
“Damn” said another.
“What the hell” came
from a third.
“Well boys, I’ve been
training my fucking brother to be my fuck bitch, and damn if he doesn’t give
you the best ride ever on your fucking cock”, said Clint.
The guys were still staring at me and Clint in disbelief. Clint
ordered me to bend over while he took some lube on his fingers and started
lubing my asshole. Then he whipped out
his rigid cock and lubed his cock in front of his buds. I could see their eyes wide in disbelief they
were watching their best friend getting ready to fuck his brother.
Clint slid his
fucking man-meat up my ass. He pushed in
hard until his ball sack hit by ass.
Damn his rod hurt. Clint had me
bent over, his cock up my ass, and he was holding the lead rope on my halter
tight. My eyes pleaded with the guys,
but I could see their cocks getting hard watching the horror show in front of
them.
“Well boys, you can
see my brother likes cowboy cock up his ass”, says Clint. “Let’s take my bro for a little ride. Show you boys how good of a horse he is.”
Clint starts to push
me forward and forces me to walk around the barn with his fucking cock up my
ass. The boys followed us.
“Yee Haw, boys! This is how a cowboy rides his horse.”
Clint takes me back
to the main barn and the guys make a circle.
Clint starts to thrust my ass hard and starts to piston my ass with his
cock.
“Yee haw!”, Clint
yells and throws his head back. “Damn,
this boy is a good fuck!”
As Clint is now
bucking my ass hard, I see the other guys are now rock hard and massaging their
own cocks.
Finally, Clint starts
to shoot his hot cum up my ass. He keeps
bucking me until his shoots his full load and pulls out his still hard cock.
“Damn boys, his ass is
hot and primed for another ride. Who’s
next?”, Clint asks. “John? Kurt? Mike?
Any of you game or all you all mother fucking chicken?”
Nobody responds. Finally, Clint hands the tube of lube to
Hunter. “Hunter, get your cock lubed and
ride his ass!”
Hunter hesitates for
a moment and then whips out his rigid cock and starts to lube it up.
“Good job
Hunter! I’m glad to see someone isn’t a
fucking wuss besides me. Cowboy up and
show these boys how to ride some ass!
This midnight rodeo is just starting!”
Hunter gingerly
starts to thread his cock up my ass.
Since Clint had already bucked my ass, it was starting to get
loose. Hunter was pretty quick to insert
his cock, which wasn’t quite as large as Clint’s either.
As Hunter was banging
me, all he could say was “ahhh…. Fuck…. Ahhh fuck..” Apparently, he was enjoying his ride.
Clint now told the
other three to get ready. Clint stopped
Hunter suddenly and told him to pull out.
He had an idea. Mike untied my
hands and had John take the hobble off my ankles. Clint removed the halter from my head and
snapped the lead rope back on my collar.
I was forced down on the floor on all fours and Clint gave Hunter my
lead rope.
Clint ordered Hunter
to start fucking my ass again, which he quickly jumped in and rammed his cock
up my ass. The Clint ordered John to get
his cock in mouth. Like a robot, John
thrust his cock into my mouth.
Now the high-school
hormones kicked in and both Hunter and John were now fucking me for all they
were worth. It wasn’t long before Hunter
shot his wad up my ass. Shortly
thereafter, John let loose his in my mouth.
Clint hurried Mike to
take Hunter’s place and get his cock ramming my ass. Then Kurt got his cock in my mouth. Clint was all smiles that his plan worked and
his buds were enjoying themselves fucking his brother.
As Mike and Kurt
where fucking me, Clint was telling his buds all the kinky shit he had me
do. They all wanted to keep fucking me
again. After Mike and Kurt finished,
Clint took me to a horse stall in the barn and tied me up on the gate, my bare
ass exposed. Clint started fucking me on
the gate. All the guys watched as they
drank beer like they were at a fucking Hooters fuck show. Once Clint finished, then Kurt wanted his
turn on my ass. After Kurt was done,
they took me to a hay bale where I was raped by John and Hunter.
They finally dragged
my saddle and stand out and tied me over my saddle, my ass exposed. Again, several of the guys and Clint fucked
my ass while drinking beer and just shooting the breeze. My ass was so sore and cum just pouring
out. Each time another guy rammed his
cock in, cum would just squirt out around their cocks.
About 3AM, the guys
said they had to head out. Clint told
them to hold on a few more minutes. I
was untied from the saddle and Clint pushed me down to the ground.
“Lick my boots
boy! Show the guys how you enjoyed
being their fuck boy tonight.”
I looked at Clint and
pleaded with my eyes. He just pointed
his finger down to his boot. I knelt and
started licking his boots. I noticed
then his new trophy spurs. Damn, he was
such a fucker. I couldn’t believe how he
humiliated me in front of his boys. But
shit, he didn’t care.
Once I finished
Clint’s boots, the other guys all wanted their boots licked. I started next on Hunter’s boots. I got to Mike’s boots, when I felt hot piss
shooting down my back. I stopped and
looked and Clint was holding his prick shooting a load of piss. This got all the boys laughing and whipping
their dicks out of their Wranglers.
Suddenly I was getting piss poured on me while I went back to licking
Mike’s boots.
I moved on to the
next pair of boots when Clint started spitting his chew on my back. All the boys now put in fresh chews and stood
around seeing who could get the biggest, slimiest chew streak on my back. I felt and smelled like a dirty urinal at a
damn cowboy bar.
I finished cleaning
all the boots and three of the guys left, leaving just Clint and Hunter. Hunter was spending the night.
“Well Hunter, you
want another go ‘round with my bro?
Damn, bro, you smell like a fucking shit hole.”
Both guys laughed.
“Shit Clint, this was
one helluva a party. One that we will
remember. Nah, my dick is spent.”
“Okay, but if you get
horny tonight, you can always find Bobby and fuck his ass again, right, bro?”
I didn’t reply. Clint gave me a kick in the side.
“You know your ass is
ours if we want it. I’m beat, let’s got
hit the hay, Hunter. I’m sure Bobby
needs to clean up.”
I couldn’t wait for
the two of them to leave. I crawled to
the bunkhouse and just stood in the shower for a long time, trying to get all
the cum and urine smell off. I knew I
would be shitting these guys fucking cum for days.
I finally fell into
the bunkhouse bed, away from the house to be sure those two fuckers wouldn’t
fuck my ass again. Damn, my ass was so
sore from being used like a fucking saloon bitch.
Later that day, our
parents returned and were mad at Clint for having a party. He showed them his new trophy spurs and they
pretty much let the whole damn party thing slide. Shit, Clint was the golden boy. Damn I was pissed!
By the end of the
week, Clint and Hunter left to try the rodeo circuit. I was so happy to see him leave and was
hoping that rodeo bull would stomp him good.
At least Clint wasn’t around anymore to fuck my ass, which was good
enough for me.
The summer went great
with Clint on the rodeo circuit. I
worked the ranch with my dad. Life was
back to being good.
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