No Return - Part 1

 

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Special thanks to ShackledCowboy for helping me co-write this new story!

 

I struggled to wake up.  The room was dark and the floor was cold.  I was lying on my side unaware of where I was or how I got here.  I struggled to sit up on my ass and realized that my hands were tied with rope behind my back.  I tried to yell out only to realize that there was a bandana gag tied around my head; a knot in the bandana was inside my mouth so only a soft muffle came out.

I tried to move my legs and realized that my boots were chained together.  I realized that my body was stripped naked except for my boots and hat.  I started remembering the night, but not quite sure where I was or what exactly was happening.

I remembered that I couldn’t raise any of my friends to go out partying, so I hit the Fort Worth bars alone.  I was hoping to find a cowboy willing to have some after-hours fun.  Around midnight I stopped into a C&W bar, probably the third bar of the night I hit.  I saw a lone cowboy at the bar.  Damn he was good looking and by his clothes, maybe the real deal.  I saddled up beside him and ordered a beer.

I could almost feel him sizing me up.  I looked at him and we struck up a conversation when my beer arrived.  The cowboy asked what I did for a living.  I told him I was between jobs.  Hell, I was between apartments too.

The cowboy said, “Well kid, I could use another ranch hand, if you’re not afraid of some hard work and long days.”

“Shit”, I replied.  “There’s not fucking way I’m ever gonna be shoveling shit and doing that cowboy crap.”

“So big guy, where ya gonna land your ass tonight?”, the cowboy asked.

“I don’t know.  I’ll find somewhere or just land in the park”, I retorted back.

The cowboy laughed.  He asked me if I wanted another beer, his treat.  I said hell yeah, I’m not turning down free beer.  The cowboy went to the other end of the bar to get the beers and strode back.  What I didn’t see was the cowboy slip something into my beer.

I downed my beer and started feeling extremely tipsy.  The cowboy stood me up and told the bartender he’d take care of his friend who had too much to drink.  The bartender was glad to get a drunk off his hands.

The cowboy took me out into the parking lot.  I couldn’t resist and felt like I was losing consciousness.  Out in the parking lot the cowboy put me into the backseat of a big truck.  The engine roared to life and I passed out.

Damn, he must have slipped something into my beer, I know realized as I sat in the dark wondering what was happening.  I continued to struggled to escape with no luck.  I was trying to figure out what the cowboy wanted and how I was ever going to escape from where ever I was.  Being homeless, nobody in Fort Worth would miss me.  Shit, I knew I was in trouble.

Suddenly a door opened up and the silhouette of the cowboy shown in the doorway.  I could tell he was geared up from his shadow – his hat, chaps and spurs on his boots.  I had to shield my eyes from the light, which seemed so bright to my eyes from the dark.  I cried and moaned into the gag and I heard the cowboy laughing.

“Good, I see my buckle boy has finally come around”, the cowboy said.

 

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“Buckle boy”, I thought.  What the hell does that mean?

The cowboy walked around me, pushing and kicking with his boots like he was examining his new prized stock animal.  Later I realized I was the cowboy’s new stock.

After a good examination, the cowboy knelt down and unhitched the chain around my boots.  A lasso was placed around my neck and the cowboy stood up and yanked me to my feet.  I almost stumbled after having been on the floor all night.

Without a word, the cowboy turned and pulled me out the dark room.  We were in a barn of some sort and then came out into the sunlight.  I saw a couple of cowboys working.  They didn’t really pay attention to me, but I tried to scream, but with the gag, it was just a muffled sound.

The cowboy led me into a corral.  There were a couple of cowboys that had two cows they had roped and were branding.  Apparently, I was not the only new livestock for the day.

I didn’t think anything of it, until the cowboy gave the end of my lasso to one of the ranch hands.  They were finished with the two cows.  I was manhandled down to the ground.  I struggled, but my hands were tied behind my back.  I was pushed face down into the dirt by one of the ranch hands, I felt his knee in my back and his hands holding down my legs.

Then it happened, the other ranch hand took a red-hot branding iron and branded my ass.  I screamed into the gag in pain.

Calmly, the cowboy stood up off my back and handed the end of the lasso back to the cowboy.

The cowboy said, “Thanks boys.  We need to make sure all our property is marked so we don’t lose any.”

After being branded the new boy was now taken to be transitioned into a work horse. I was led into the barn where I was given a set of cowboy clothes to put on.  Once dressed, a heavy collar was placed around my neck. I was led by the cowboy to a stall in the barn.  This was now going to be my stall.  The heavy chain on my collar was anchored to a bolt on the floor. In his new cowboy gear, leather hand mittens were forced over his hands that were locked on as a safely measure.

 

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The boy took notice of his new “cell”.  He noticed a set of keys left handing. Barely out of reach. He knew his Sir was tempting him.  The cowboy told him clearly to always address him as “Sir”.  I was just “it” or “boy” from now.  Like all the other ranch livestock, I was only the Sir’s property to be used anyway he saw fit.

Could those keys really be his way out? But with the short chain anchoring him to the ground and his hands in fists mitts how would he reach them?

The boy tried to hide his plot for escape as fear always crippled him when he heard the sound of spurs clicking outside of his door wondering if his Sir will pop in any second.  With several ranch hands, he was still trying to figure out the spur sound of his Sir.

While the boy remained hopeful, he was unaware that he was being watched by closed circuit TV cameras. His desperation provides entertainment for his Sir.

His Sir performed a daily check of his boy. He noticed the nibbles on the leather fist mitts. The cowboy Sir had his boy just where he wants him. It’s only a matter of time before the boy sets himself free from the fist mitts and inserts the key to his collar only to discover that the key does not belong to his collar.

The cowboy Sir was watching one evening when I finally managed to nibble a hole in my leather mitt to expose a finger.  I took off my boot and grabbed the key.  I gingerly picked up the key and after several attempts, managed to try to get the key into the lock.  I could not get the key to fit.  The boy spent hours trying with no success to unlock the heavy collar.  The boy finally fell down in tears until he fell asleep.

The next morning after the boy had made the poor attempt to try to escape by desperately trying to pry the heavy collar open, the cowboy sir came into the boy’s stall. Hanging from the Sirs belt the boy saw his new fate for thinking and attempting to free himself. His Sir had metal fist mitts.  The Sir just chuckled while the boy pleaded with tears running down his face that this is no longer a life he wished to have.

The cowboy Sir chuckled and reminded the boy that he was offered a job as a ranch hand at the bar.  The boy had rejected that offer, so just being the Sir’s property was the only job left for him.  After the metal fist mitts were forced on his hands, the cowboy Sir ordered him to his knees to suck the Sirs cock. The boy rejected and attempted to move his head away from the cowboy.  The chain that held him tight to the floor did not allow him to escape.  The cowboy Sir reached down and firmly grabbed the boy’s hair.  The cowboy forced his cock into the boy’s virgin mouth.  As the cowboy started to slide his cock further down the boy’s throat, he gagged on the Sirs thick cock but the boy’s head was held by his Sir, preventing him from removing the cock from his mouth at all.

The boy couldn’t breathe.  He felt that he was going to pass out.  The cowboy Sir skull fucked the boy without mercy until he forced his big load down the boy’s throat. The boy was ordered to swallow every drop and because of the fear of what would happen if he didn’t…the boy followed orders.

The boy watched as his Sir zipped up his wranglers and walked away.  “I’ll be back for an after sucking boy”, the Sir said as the sound of his spurs slowly trailing off into the barn.

The boy could not take this slave life. But there was no way for him to escape. Constantly bound. Constantly being observed.  The feared there was no return from this new life.

 

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The Cowboy Sir was more lenient when checking me today.  He didn’t hit me as much with the riding crop.  He kept mumbling that tomorrow I would start my training as a work horse for him, whatever that meant.

The Cowboy Sir went into the house and had his lunch.  After lunch, he came to barn, saddled his horse, and rode off.

The boy pondered his fate all afternoon.  Shit, now he was not only the mucker, but also having to take the cowboy’s cock.  The boy knew that one day, the cowboy would probably pluck his cherry and rape his ass as well.  Damn, why was he here and how could he escape.  The last words of the cowboy nagged on the boy’s mind all afternoon.  “I’ll be back for another sucking boy.”

Early evening, the cowboy rode back and came into the barn with his horse.  He untacked his horse and put the horse into its stall before coming into the boy’s stall.  The cowboy was dirty and sweaty from working all day.  He was still fully geared in his chaps, boots, and spurs.

“Boy, you need to learn how to suck cock.  And I’m going to teach ya.  Yesterday you were a pathetic son-of-a-bitch.  You’re gonna have to learn how to take my cock.  It’s your fucking job, boy.”

I struggled to move away from the cowboy but the chain from the floor to my collar prevented me from going far.  The cowboy just chuckled as I strained as much as I could and tried to put up my metal fist mitts for defense.  The cowboy came closer and just backhanded me, forcing me down on the hay.

The cowboy bent down and tightened the chain length to about 3 feet and ordered me to kneel.  I could barely kneel fully erect with the shortened chain.  He handcuffed my hands behind my back and took off the fist mitts.  Then a leather horse hobble was fastened around my ankles.

The cowboy grabbed a beer and pulled up a hay bale.  He crossed his legs and put his booted foot next to my mouth.

“Now boy, you will learn to suck cock.  Start by sucking on my boot.”

The cowboy beat me a couple of times with the crop.  Shit, what was I thinking about constantly disobeying?  Once the cowboy sat down and presented the boot, I opened my mouth and took in that dusty, shit covered boot.

 “Good boy, see you can be trained.  Now suck on that boot like you’re making love to it.  For cock sucking, boy, you will need to learn to ignore your gag reflex.  When that cock hits the back of your throat, you just need to relax and let the cowboy’s cock keep sliding down your throat.  You also need to learn to breathe through your nose.  There’s no air coming through your mouth once that cowboy rams his cock in your mouth.  See, just breath through your nose like you are now.”

Shit, this cowboy was calm as could be.  He whipped out his cock and started rubbing it with his leather gloved hand as he was watching me suck his boot and he calmly finished his beer.  Then he stood up and came over to me.  He pulled my hair with his gloved right hand and put his gloved left hand on my chin and pulled down.

“Now open up wide boy.  Take my dick like you did my boot.”

He started forcing his cock into my mouth.  Again, I felt like I needed to gag and started trying to pull back but the cowboy just held me in place and forced his dick down further.  His cock and balls were sweaty and dirty from a hard day of working.  Soon he was giving me a skull fuck, his trophy buckle bouncing off my forehead as he was balls deep.

“Hell yeah boy, you’re getting to be pro at cock sucking.  I knew you had more in ya than just being a mucker.  Shit, I’m gonna enjoy having you as my bitch boy.  Sucking my cock whenever I get hard.  Ah fuck yeah… take my meat boy.  Get ready for some fucking good cowboy cum down your throat.”

I didn’t know how I was going to endure more this.  I had never taken cock before until I was brought to the ranch.  Shit, I didn’t want to be a fucking bitch boy slave taking cock all day.  The cowboy was moaning and his cock was rock hard in my mouth, sliding up and down my throat.

“Ah… fuck yeah… suck me hard boy…. Shit, I’m gonna cum.  You take every drop you fucking asswipe.  You don’t let one drop of cum leak out.  Ah… fuck yeah… I’m cumming….”

After he let loose another thick load down my throat, the cowboy pulled himself out.

“One day bitch boy, you’re gonna make a nice cock sucker.  I’m gonna train you to take cowboy cock anyway the cowboy wants.  And hell yeah, bitch boy, one day I may invite some of my cowboy buds over for a nice fuck party with you as the bitch boy whore to share.”

And then he turned and walked away.  He just left me there on my knees and went into the house.

As night fell, I had a hard time sleeping.  He wanted me to be a bitch to his cowboy friends?  I finally laid on my side, still bound and fell asleep until morning.

 

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Catch the next episode - No Return - Part 2