No Return - Part 2

 

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

 

The cowboy Sir had told his ranch hands to meet up at the barn the following morning. Unaware the boy woke up to 8 men standing before him. Without warning the cowboy Sir comes walking behind the men, with his spurs making the distinct sound the boy knew too well. And then the Sir says “Like we discussed gentlemen.” One of the men held my nose closed to prevent me from breathing. forcing me to open my mouth and gasp for air. In a split second a spider gag is placed over my mouth preventing me from closing it. My mouth was nothing but a hole to be used now and when I realized what was happening, I started to cry and resist hysterically.

“Tough business being a boy ain’t it? Don’t worry. No one is cut out to be a boy, this lifestyle has to be cut into ya.  Okay boys, like we discussed.  You are free to have the boy give you each a blow job this morning to help train my new stock into being the cock sucker he is.”

The boy was further restrained. Hands behind his back. Legs still bound with the horse hobble. One at a time the men inserted their cocks into the boy’s mouth so their morning wood would be serviced before doing their daily chores. The boy was in hell but his Sir was in total bliss watching bud boy struggle for air and watching him suffer as his spirit was broken. One man after another. He tried yelling. Screaming. Begging them to stop. But no one was listening. He was just an object.

The boy couldn’t believe the hell he was going through.  The cowboys were laughing and betting one another who could get their cock furthest down my throat and who could make me scream the loudest.  Now the cowboys were standing around, some with their cocks already out stroking themselves.  This was going to be a long, nightmare of a morning.

At first, I forgot the Master’s instruction to breathe through my nose, almost passing out with the first three cowboys eagerly abusing my mouth and throat with their hard skull fucks.  After realizing that none of these cowboys were going to help me, I tried to calm myself and breathe through my nose.  These cowboys were brutes with their fucks.  They were used to ranch house whores sucking them off and they didn’t go gently on me.  Also, their dicks were already rank and sweaty and smelled of piss.

Worse was watching the Cowboy Sir.  He was at the fence rail just watching and smiling.  He congratulated each cowboy as he finished and thanked him for helping to break me in.  Shit, I was just he fucking property and he wanted me to learn that lesson.  And damn, the Sir was training his boy to be a fucking cock sucker.

It took almost 2 hours for me to suck off all 8 cowboys.  The Cowboy Sir thanked them for their service and not to expect this every morning.  Then he told them to get their asses to work.  I was sick in my stomach for swallow so much man cum.

The Cowboy came to me, my mouth gaping open.  I could hardly talk my throat was wasted.  He removed the spider gag.  I closed my mouth and tried to let my jaws relax.

“You learned to suck cock yet, boy?” he asked?

I could only nod my head.

“Good, show me you know how to take cock, boy.”

I opened up my mouth and the Cowboy Sir insert his own rigid cock in my mouth.  He started to fuck me and groan in pleasure.

“Oh hell yeah, boy.  You did learn from my crew fucking your mouth mercilessly.  Fuck boy, you are so much better than yesterday.  Shit, you are going to make a nice bitch boy.  Ah.. fuck yeah… suck me boy… fuck yeah… Ahhh… shit… I’m cumming boy…”

The Cowboy Sir added his own cum down my gut and pull himself out.  He unbound my hands and ankles and put the long chain on my collar attached to the fence post.

“Now boy, get into your stall.  I’ll make sure the boys check on you through out the day.  I have some riding I need to do today.”

The Cowboy turned and saddled his horse and rode away.

Various ranch hands would come in to check on me.  They made cat whistles at me and several showed me their cocks asking if I wanted more.  I was becoming a bitch boy.  What else could I do to survive?

 

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I heard the Cowboy Sir spurs on the concrete floor coming into the barn early in the morning.  He swung open my gate and started lightly kicking me to get up off the straw bed I made for myself.  I stood up as far as the metal chain would allow.  The Sir had a new longer chain he was attaching to a metal ring on the gate post, usually for the horse halter.  The Cowboy Sir took the longer chain and attached it to my collar and unattached the shorter one.  The metal fist mitts were replaced with leather work gloves.

The Cowboy Sir gruffly ordered me to start to muck the stalls, starting with my own.  That was now my daily job.  I objected that I was a city-boy with no experience.  I was met with harsh words and several lashes of the riding crop across my back.  I picked up the shovel and started cleaning as best I could.  The Cowboy Sir yelled orders and kept hitting me with crop on my back and across the backs of my hands.  I wasn’t moving fast enough, and again I received more whips from the crop.

I finally finished cleaning my stall and putting down new hay.  The Cowboy Sir grabbed my chain and moved me into the next stall, where he already removed the horse.  I was to clean this stall while he went off to do his chores.  One day I would be able to empty my own shit cart, but for now he would have to do that task to keep me from escaping.

Every half hour to an hour, the Cowboy Sir would come in and inspect my work and move me to the next stall.  I tried to figure out how to get away, but there seemed to be no way out.

By lunch I was finished.  I smelled like horse shit and only had the one pair of clothes.  The Cowboy came in and was satisfied and moved me back into my stall.  He said I might work out as the new mucker after all and that all his property had to earn their keep.  I was lower than his dog and hence I had to have my lunch in the stall.  With all the horse shit on my gloved hands, the lunch tasted like shit.

I pondered how I ended up the slave to this cowboy and if I would ever get away.

After lunch, the Cowboy Sir came back and told me that I earned some fun for the afternoon.  I pondered what that meant, but my heart leapt at the thought of something else.

The cowboy leads me out of the barn to a 2-wheeled cart with wooden poles.  I was confused as the Cowboy Sir puts me between the wooden poles and puts me into a leather harness attached to the cart.  A leather head gear with bit is put over my head and into my mouth.  Reins are attached.  The Cowboy Sir climbs into the seat of the cart and orders me to lift the poles.

With a loud “Giddy Up” and crack of the riding whip on my back, I’m ordered to start to pull the cart with the cowboy.  He starts to train me as his horse with the whip and gruff orders.  He uses the reins to teach me how to respond to him.  I start to pull him around the ranch as ordered.

Damn, now I’m his fucking horse.  How can this get any worse?  The Cowboy Sir enjoys having me, his slave, to tote him around in his cart.  He enjoys training a new pony like me to obey his every command.  I am starting to learn how to be his pony after an hour of pulling him around the ranch in the cart.

He pulls my reins tight back at the barn and tells me that I am working out just fine as his property.

He jumps out of the cart and has a chain leash in his hand.  He unhitches me from the leather harness and is about to reach for my head gear.  He hasn’t put the chain leash on my collar.  I break away and start running.  The cowboy grabs but it’s too late.  I start running out into the prairie.  I have no clue where I am going, just that I have to escape and get away.

The cowboy is not too worried, hell it’s a large ranch.  He goes to the corral and there’s a saddle pony waiting for him.  He mounts and start to ride out.  He sees me running and slowly comes up behind me.  He lets me keep running.  My feeble escape humors the cowboy.

He is finally ready and grabs his lasso.  He twirls the rope above his head and throws.  The lasso easily lands around my chest while he dallies off the rope on his saddle horn.  I quickly run out the slack while the cowboy turns the horse with a jerk to pull the rope taunt and pull me off balance.  I fall flat on the ground.

The cowboy slowly starts to trot the horse back to the barn, dragging me behind him.  I scream and holler to let me go.  That I will walk behind him, I just don’t want to be dragged anymore.  The cowboy laughs and says I need to be taught a lesson.

Once we are back at the barn, the cowboy drags me to my stall.  I’m stripped and he uses rope to bind each wrist and then tie them spread out tight to the stall rails.  The leather collar is placed on my neck with the metal chain much shorter.  I am now on my knees in the fresh hay.  He uses a leather horse hobble on my ankles.

The Cowboy Sir, looking hot in his leather chaps, boots and spurs, orders me to start kissing and licking his boots.  With my arms tied, it’s hard to reach down, but somehow, I manage.  I can feel the riding crop being rubbed on my bare back.  Suddenly he lets me have several hard slaps with the crop on my back.  I raise up and scream.  Another whack of the whip and the cowboy yells for me to keep my mouth on his boots.  I am now doing my best to clean his boots while he lays more whips on my back and ass.

Once he’s satisfied, he grabs a leather paddle and comes up to my ass and starts to paddle my ass hard, turn it bright red.  My screams just cause the Cowboy Sir to go into sexual pleasure.  I am sure I see pre-cum wetting his bulging jeans.

My screams just make him harder and he enjoys my torture.  He keeps telling me I need to learn not to run way.  Running away is futile and I will be found and punished.  My screams have now attracted most of the ranch hands watching my humiliation as the Sir disciplines his boy.

The Cowboy Sir decides I have had enough whipping, but now maybe his ranch crew wants in on the action.  The spider gag from the morning is produced and one of the ranch hands puts it in my mouth.  I struggle but it’s no use.

A cooler of beer is brought into my stall and the cowboys all come in.  The Cowboy Sir smiles and tips his hat to indicate the boys can ram their cocks down my throat again.  The first cowboy doesn’t hesitate and I’m forced to suck him until he nuts.  Quickly another one replaces him and drops a load in my gut.

The third cowboy starts to play with my cock with his boots and spurs as the Sir has taken my cage off for my earlier punishment.  He tells me to cum.  Tied up, I am forced to hump his boot forced between my legs.  I cum and he tells me to keep pumping.  Clearly all the guys watch as they know my sensitive cock being forced to rub his boot.  He forces his boot harder on my cock and I’m crying in pain.  I catch the Sir smiling.  The cowboy sticks his cock into my throat.

As the fourth cowboy walks up to me, he checks out my ass with his boot and asks the Sir, “You ever hump this boy’s ass?”

“Not yet”, the Cowboy Sir replies.

“Maybe tonight you should pluck this boy’s cherry!”.  All the ranch hands agree in unison.  The Cowboy Sir ponders and says yes.

The boy squealed, “But I’m not a faggot.  I’ve never had cock up my ass.  Please don’t rape me!”

The ranch hand coolly replied, “Boy, you’re taking cock up every one of your holes.  Get used to becoming a faggot for us.  At this ranch, there’s no return, boy!”

The ranch crew quickly bring in a saddle and stand into my stall.  I’m now tied, ass up over the saddle.  My wrists are bound on one side and my legs on the other side of the stand.

The Cowboy Sir comes up behind and starts to lube and finger my hole.  “Damn this boy is tight.  Hand me the whip.”

A bull whip is put into the Sir’s hands.  He puts a condom over the handle and with lube starts to insert the handle up my ass.  I bellow out a scream.

 “Trust me boy, I need to loosen your ass up before you take my dick.”

I can’t believe the pain of the whip handle.  After a while, the pain passes.  The Sir starts to twirl the handle in my hole and then removes it.

I now feel the head of his cock on my ass lips.  He starts to push in hard and no matter how much I resist, his huge cock slides up my hole.  Again, I’m screaming in pain and the ranch hands are thrilled at the scene as the Cowboy Sir expertly threads his dick up my virgin hole.

“Damn tight hole, boy.  Yeah, you’re gonna enjoy having your cherry plucked.”

I squirmed as much as the ropes and saddle would allow.  The Cowboy used his chap covered legs to hold me tight as he left his cock balls deep up my ass.  After a few minutes, the pain subsided and I calmed down.  That’s when the Cowboy Sir pulled out slightly and thrust his cock back in.  I bellowed out in pain and the ranch hands let up a cheer.

The cowboy Sir was thrusting his cock in and out of his new fuck toy. Speaking to it as he enjoyed his warm virgin hole.

“You know boy…you had an opportunity to be part of my Crew. You would have had your freedom by being a ranch hand of mine. But you kept insisting on returning to your old life.”

“Gah damn your hole feels so good! Fuck!!”

“Anyway…since you still crave the life you used to have; I will have to work harder to convince you to accept your new life. For starters your dick will be permanently locked in chastity.”

The Sir kept thrusting… The Cowboy Sir started to pull back and thrust me again.  Over and over as he started to hump my virgin ass.  He was now groaning in ecstasy as he enjoyed having his huge cock pleased by my tight hole.

“Ah fuck yeah, boy.  I’m gonna drive my cock deeper in your hole.  Fuck yeah… “

I continued to try to take his cock with as little pain as possible.  The spider-gag prevented me from biting down to take the pain so I could only grunt and holler.

Finally, the Cowboy Sir tensed up and I could feel his warm cum load flood my insides.  Damn, that was an intense feeling I had never felt.  The Cowboy slowed down, stopped, rested a bit before he pulled himself out.  For a moment, I felt almost like I lost something when he slid out.

The next cowboy already has his cock out and was asking the Sir to ride my ass.  He agreed and all the ranch hands suddenly wanted a piece of my ass.  The spider-gag was removed and replaced with a bandana-gag to stop my hollering.

The Cowboy Sir grabbed a beer and watched me as his ranch hands worked my ass hard.  I was no longer a virgin and he was smiling at my transformation into his fag bitch boy taking cock.

During a break in the action, he came over and whispered in my ear, “See boy, you try to run away again, and you’ll know in no uncertain terms that you are my property.  I will make sure you pay every time you attempt to leave.  There is no leaving fag boy.  Get that through your skull.”

After all the ranch hands fucked my ass, I was put back in my stall for the night.

 

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A short while later the Cowboy Sir and his crew returned with two fucking machines. I had an idea of what was to come, and before I had a chance to object the spider gag was put back on and I was forced onto the machine that forced me on my hands and knees. My ankles and hands were shackled to prevent Me from removing himself from the machine. The Cowboy Sir then proceeded to tell the boy “Maybe this will teach you not to run away boy. Your actions must be corrected.”

The one end of the fuck machine kept working his hole while the other worked with mouth. The mouth one went in deep. The boy struggled to breathe but he had no choice but to take the dildos on both end of the machines.

 

“Unlike us cowboys these machines don’t get tired boy. See you in the morning.”

I tried to screamed bloody murder, muffled by the dildo in my mouth. I began to cry. I was in true hell. As the cowboy sir walked away and the sound of his spurs began to fade the boy attempted to call his cowboy Sir and begged him for death.  With the dildo forced in my mouth, I couldn’t make any sounds but gurgle and struggle for air.  I was left alone and wondering how he would survive the night as the fuck machines kept pumping him hard.

All night long the boy listened to the hum of the fuck machines and struggled to find any method to ease the pain, but there was none.  Each painful minute the boy wished for death to end his struggle.

The ranch hands raised early and all wanted to see how the boy survived.  The two machines were switched off.  The boy collapsed on the hay.  His throat so raw, he couldn’t speak.  His asshole practically wrecked.  From exhaustion, the boy fell into a deep sleep.

A couple of hours later, a cold bucket of water thrown on the boy woke him up.  The Cowboy Sir stood in his stall with a ranch hand holding an empty bucket.

“All animals here on the ranch have to earn their keep.  You need to muck out the stalls!  Get your lazy butt up and start mucking or I will fucking kick the shit out of your lazy ass.”

I struggled to get up.  The heavy collar and chain were attached and I was jerked to my feet and handed my mucking tools, the chain attached to the fence post.  The Cowboy Sir turned and walked away.  The ranch hand kept moving me from stall to stall to muck out the stalls.  If I finished a stall before the ranch hand moved my chain to the next stall, I would just sleep.

After lunch, the Cowboy Sir again came to attach me to the cart to pull him around the compound for an hour.  Then the Sir saddled his horse and made me run in the field for an hour as he rode around to force me to keep running.

Finally, I was allowed back into my stall where I just collapsed.

“What boy?  You need to lick my boots to thank me for being our Sir.”

I crawled over and started kissing and licking his boots.  I felt the Sir bend over and fingering my hole.  I wrenched in pain.

“Boy, you ready for your Sir to fuck your ass tonight?”

“Please Sir”, I whispered.  “Please give my ass a break after last night.”

“You’re a fucking good for nothing IT!  I should just rape that ass of yours, but hell, it’s still a fucking mess.  Get your ass healed so I can use your hole again.”

The cowboy walked away and the sound of his spurs began to fade as the boy fell into a deep sleep.

 

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Friday, the routine went the same.  I started with mucking the stalls.  After lunch I was carting the Sir around followed by a long run in the fields.

Friday night, the ranch hands went into town to party hard.  The Cowboy Sir stayed behind to watch the ranch.  He pulled up a chair in my stall and a cooler of beer.  I was forced to lick his boots and then suck his cock.  He enjoyed forcing me to perform whatever act the Sir wanted.

The Sir had to check on the animals and then came back.  He sat down again and grabbed another beer.  I was again forced to lick his boots while he worked his cock.  He was hard again.  He started to finger my hole, which was still sore, but much better.  He was ready to ride me.  He lubed my ass and his cock and dropped down behind me.  I was on all fours.  He slid his cock up my hole and started to ride me.  By now, I was getting used to cock, but that fuck machine had done a number so his fuck still hurt.  I was glad when the Sir dropped his load.

Again, the Sir had to check on the stock and ranch and came back after midnight.  He grabbed another beer and again worked his cock in his hand.  I knew what was coming next.  I was forced to take his cock again while he bred my ass and deposited another slimy load.

Around 2AM the ranch hands came back.  The Sir was already in the house.  Around 3AM, three of the ranch hands snuck into my stall with a saddle.  I was gagged with a bandana and forced to take three more loads.  The ranch hands threatened me if I told the Cowboy Sir they raped my ass.  Shit, I was just a faggot hole for everyone.  I couldn’t believe my life.

Saturday was pretty much the same with the Cowboy Sir staying at the ranch while the ranch hands went into town.  He enjoyed having me to perform whatever fucking sex act he wanted.  I was just his slave bitch.

 

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