New for 2023! Special thanks to 2 horny and hung Oklahoma cowboys!
Blake and I decided that we’d better
sleep in separate bedrooms for a few days until Trace was broken in. It felt a bit odd sleeping by myself again.
In the morning, Blake told Trace that I was the ranch foreman and he had to do anything I told him. I had Trace start by mucking the horse stalls in the barn while I took the horses into the corral and rode them. After Trace was finished mucking the stalls, I had Trace run the calves through the chutes for me to practice.
After lunch Trace and I rode the fence
line and mended a few fences. He was
cocky, but damn good-looking cowboy.
When Blake came home, he told us that
he was taking the next day off so he could start to train Trace, if he wanted.
Trace looked at Blake and said, “What
the fuck can I learn from a fucking roper?
What do you know about bull riding?”
I thought Blake might slap the boy
silly. Instead, he replied, “Just
remember dickhead, I bought your fucking debt.
Your ass is mine for the month and you will do as your told. If not, I’ll be happy to fucking use your ass
for our roping practice tomorrow.”
Trace mumbled under his breath, “Yeah
cowboy, I’d like to see you try it.”
I could tell that tomorrow as going to
be a wild day with these two cowboys.
After breakfast, Blake had Trace set-up
a barrel on ropes for training. Trace
wasn’t enthusiastic going back to the basics and told us he preferred riding
real bulls. Barrels were for beginners.
Blake corrected him and told Trace
bulls are for real bull riders who are winning trophy buckles.
Blake kept correcting Trace’s technique
and riding style. I was running the
ropes to make the barrel buck for Trace.
I was amazed at how much Blake did know about rough riding.
During lunch, Blake told Trace that
while his training technique was unusual, until Trace paid his debt, he had no
choice.
After lunch, Trace was taken to the
living room and told to lean over the saddle, which he did. Blake and I tied him down to the saddle. The wooden paddle was presented and Blake
said, “Landry, why don’t you do the honors of training our new boy.”
I gladly took the paddle in my
hand. Trace yelled, “What the fuck are
you guys doing? No fucking way am I
going to let you fucking whip my ass!”
Blake laughed, “Well Trace, I’m not sure what you’re going to do to stop Landry from giving you 30 licks. You need to learn the punishment you will receive for fucking up on your bull rides and for back talking to me. Go ahead Landry. No mercy either.”
Blake took a dip and handed me the can
to dip before I got started on Trace. I
started lighting up Traces ass with hard whacks on his Wrangler ass. I could only imagine how red it must be when
I gave him whack number 30.
Blake whipped out his boned-up dick in
Trace’s face. “You like to take man dick
Trace?”
“Hell no cowboy. No way I’m sucking cock like a damn faggot!”
“You fuck up again Trace, and hell
yeah, you’ll be taking cowboy dick in any hole I say.”
We untied Trace but Blake kept his
wrists tied behind him as we went out to the corral. Blake told me to saddle up for roping
practice so I went into the barn to saddle my horse.
When I rode out into the corral, I could see Blake at the calf chute and he had Trace in the chute ready to run. Blake held a hot shot cattle prod in his hand. I backed my horse up into position and tipped my hat. Blake shocked Trace on the butt and opened the gate. Trace started running. After 5 seconds I whipped my horse and the game was on. It didn’t take long for me to throw my lasso around Trace. I pulled it tight and hauled his ass back to the starting chute.
Shit, Trace was furious and swearing
like a mad dog.
Blake said, “I told you if you didn’t
change your attitude, you’d be used for roping practice. Now get your fucking ass back in the stall
and let’s go again.”
I roped Trace for a full hour. I was enjoy watching Blake break Trace
down. It seemed to be working.
At dinner Trace was much more mellow
than the previous day.
When Blake got home from work the next
day, he had Trace back on the barrel.
This was pretty much the routine most days unless Blake took some time
off work.
We took the next weekend off from rodeo
so we could train both Trace and Blake and I hadn’t had much time for roping
either. The afternoon of Saturday, Blake
and I saddled up and rode off a good piece away on the ranch. Blake was horny and unexpectedly roped me off
my horse. He tied me up and proceeded to
fuck my ass hard. Damn he was ready to
unload. He teased me and zapped me a few
times with the hot shot cattle prod as well.
Sunday, Trace was pretty fucked up from
partying in town Saturday night. Trace
didn’t want to practice riding on the barrel, which pretty much pissed Blake
off. Trace was hauled into the living
room and the two of us tied him over the saddle. Blake pulled down Traces Wranglers and
underwear. Damn, we were both surprised
to see the brand on his ass.
“Well Trace, I see some cowboy has
marked you as his property?”, asked Blake.
“Yeah, that shit head rodeo cowboy who
lent me money did that. Shit, I don’t
know what the fuck he was thinking.”
“Well, I figure he knew you were a
cocky son-of-a-bitch who need to remember a lesson. I think this whipping may help too”, laughed
Blake.
Blake lit up his ass pretty good with
the wooden paddle. Trace’s red cheeks
glowed from taking the whipping. After
paddling Trace, Blake had a huge hard-on and made Trace suck him off. Damn, that was hot to watch.
Then Blake said to me, “Well Landry, I figure you might want a piece of this cowboy. How ‘bout you show this cowboy how you like to rough ride in his hole.”
Trace started swearing but enjoyed
looking at his red ass as I lubed his hole.
I dribbled some of my dip spittle into his ass crack and smeared him
good before I snaked my cock into his tight hole and started to ram his butt
with my cock. Damn, his hole felt good
on my cock and I enjoyed the ride.
After I finished, I said, “Trace,
that’s how ropers ride a fucking rough rider like you. Ropers can ride a bull too.”
That night, Blake had me sleep with him
again. Fuck, we had a real good time
riding each other before we fell asleep in each other arms.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
Monday, Blake had a surprise for
Trace. He’d made arrangements with another
ranch that had some rodeo bull stock. We
all headed over and Trace was able to ride a few bulls. I had to admit, Blake’s training had been
effective and Trace really had improved in his bull riding.
That night after dinner, Blake asked
Trace what he was going to do to repay him for getting him a bull to ride. Trace looked at Blake with a blank look.
Blake said, “I think Trace, that Landry
here is ready for another ride. I
enjoyed watching him ride you ass.”
“Shit no. I’m not gonna be his bitch boy
again”, replied Trace.
“Either you let him ride you over the saddle willingly or we’ll just fucking tie you over the saddle and he can rape your ass.”
Trace finally agreed and dropped his
jeans and leaned over the saddle. I
didn’t waste any time riding his sweet ass again.
After I rode him, Blake wanted to take
Trace for a ride too and was inside him.
My cum oozed out of Traces hole and Blake inserted his hard cock into
Trace. Damn I could enjoy having more
rough man sex with Trace.
Trace went back several times during
the week to practice on the real bulls.
He was ready for the rodeo the next weekend.
On Friday morning, we all loaded into
the truck pulling our horse trailer as we headed out to a rodeo in Lubbock. Once we got there, Blake paid the entry fee
for Trace and we got settled in before the rodeo Friday night.
Blake and I took first in team
roping. I was fourth place in tie-down
roping. Trace came in second place in
bull riding. We enjoyed partying after
the rodeo and celebrated how the day went.
We all did well in our events on
Saturday and Sunday and all of us placed in the money and won trophy
buckles. The drive back to Gainsville
was pretty rowdy. Damn, it felt like old
times laughing, joking, shooting the breeze, and plenty of dippin’ and Red
Bull.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
Once we got back to the ranch and
unloaded everything, Blake made an announcement that he kept scores for the
bull riding. He was starting a new
tradition. Either Trace or I would get
our asses paddled ten times over the saddle every time a bull rider scored 88
points or higher. And if a cowboy scored
94, then the paddle was going to be delivered on a bare ass. He decided to call the paddling “Bull Riding”
or BR for short.
Three cowboys scored 88 or higher, including
Trace, and one cowboy scored 94. We
decided that meant Trace would get two BRs and I would get two BRs. And since Trace scored an 88, he would get to
deliver the BR to my bare ass for the 94.
Trace was tied down first over the saddle and Blake gave him the first 10 BRs and I delivered the second 10. Trace was sore and ready for revenge.
I was tied down and Blake gave me 10
BRs with my jeans on. Then Trace
unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down and gladly gave me 10 BRs on my bare
ass.
While I was still tied down over the
saddle, Blake asked Trace if he wanted to finish his revenge and ride my hole.
“Fuck yeah, I want to show this roper
how us rough riders ride”, replied Trace.
“Have at him, Trace. He’s all yours.”
I couldn’t believe Blake did that to
me, but hell, having Trace in me and riding my ass and having him fill my hole
was so hot, I didn’t mind.
With the new tradition, we all started
watching the rodeos and PBR on TV during the week and couldn’t wait for the
bull riding to see if anyone was going to get a BR that night.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
The next weekend we made a trip to a
rodeo in Oklahoma City. It was a big
rodeo and we were all excited after the past weekend in Lubbock.
Friday and Saturday, we were all in the
money for our events.
On Sunday, I did really good in tie-down roping. For team roping, I got a good start and lassoed the calf as the header for Blake. Blake swung his rope and missed the hind legs. He had a second rope he tried but missed again. We were out of the money.
Trace finished first with his last ride
scoring a 94. We all joked that we knew
what that meant when we got home.
Monday, Blake took off work. After chores in the morning, Blake wanted to
practice roping and asked Trace and I to run the calf chute. Trace and I had other plans.
I lassoed Blake and Trace and I drug him hollering to the calf chute and put him in the head gate. We quickly pulled his Wranglers and underwear down to his ankles.
Trace showed him the wooden
paddle. Well, since I got the 94 and I
think you screwed up as heeler, it’s only fitting that you, cowboy, take the
BRs this week.
Blake started cussing and shouting but
Trace just lit up Blake’s ass with 10 hard whacks.
“Well Trace”, I said, “I kept score and
I think there were 3 other bull riders that scored 88 or higher. How ‘bout you give him 10 more BRs and we’ll
call it even.”
Trace didn’t waste any time giving
Blake 10 more swats on his bare ass.
I came up to Blake and gave him a shot
with the hot shot on his ass. Blake
started letting loose a long string of cussing.
I started playing with his nuts with
the hot shot.
“Well Trace, what do you think happens
if I give our trussed up bull here a zap on his balls? Think I can make him squirt with my prod?”
“Let’s see”, laughed Trace.
“You damn mother fuckers better not
mess with my balls!”, yelled Blake.
“I’ll fucking make both of you pay miserably you damn mother fuckers.
Now fucking get me out of this fucking chute.
“Hey Trace, I think that’s a great
idea. Let’s make this our bull’s fuck
chute.”
“Fuck yeah cowboy. Let’s do it”, replied Trace.
I started lubricating Blake’s hole. Sticking my fingers into his hole like I had
done before. Damn, I loved getting to
ride Blake’s hole. Trace had his rod out
and was hitting Blake on his face, teasing him with his damn big cock.
“Damn, nothing gets me harder than watching a cowboy take some BRs”, I said. “Trace, aren’t you horny? You can be the header and I’ll be the heeler. We’ll show Blake how team roping works.”
Trace stuck his cock in Blake’s mouth
while I rammed his butthole. Shit, it
was fun giving Blake cock in both of his holes at once.
I rode Blake as long as I could, but
hell, I was damn boned up. I shot my wad
deep inside Blake and Trace gave him a big load in his throat. Fuck, Blake looked so horny with cum coming
out both his ends.
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
We went to two more rodeos together
before the month was over and Trace’s debt was paid. Trace was back in his groove and winning
again.
I was a bit down that Trace was
leaving. But we knew that we’d be seeing
each other at several of the rodeos each year.
Blake reminded Trace that when the
three of us were together, the paddle was coming and to expect a BR session if
any scored 88 or over in the bull rides.
That made Trace laugh.
I was glad to get back into the routine
that Blake and I had. I enjoyed our
private rodeo sessions and being able to sleep together.
Trace started raising in the rodeo ranks as a bull rider. I guess Blake’s training helped him focus where he needed. So, we didn’t run into Trace as much at rodeos except maybe 3 or 4 times a year. But when we did, Trace stayed with us in our motel room and damn we partied and fucked each other. And Blake always brought the wood paddle for a session of BRs.
One rodeo in Wichita Falls, Trace was
also competing. Trace placed first in
bull riding on Friday night with an 89.
He was all cocky, full of testosterone, and probably too much whiskey,
when he came into the motel room. He
managed to wrestle Blake down on the bed and tie him while I was in the
bathroom. When I came out, he surprised
me and tied me up too.
“Well boys, I wanted to show you that a
rough rider knows how to take care of a pair of fucking pussy ropers. Now, you’ll both get to enjoy some nice rough
stock cum as I breed both your fucking asses”, said Trace.
Trace fucked Blake first. Then he edged both of us while he waited for
his balls to refill before he fucked me.
Damn, he was a great fuck.
Trace wanted Blake and me to 69 each
other, but when he untied Blake, Blake overpowered him and Blake trussed Trace
up. Instead of the 69, Blake and teamed
up and fucked him together. I was the
header in Trace’s mouth and Blake was the heeler in his ass.
That weekend, we really fucked each
other all weekend. And yeah, the BR came
out as needed as well.
I was disappointment with Sunday came
and we said good-bye to Trace. I knew
we’d see him again, but damn, those rodeos with Trace were always
memorable. Life was good!
~~~~~ ∞ж∞ ~~~~~
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