The following story contains content that may not be suitable for all readers, including, but not limited to drug use, physical restraint, non-consensual sex or emotionally damaging behavior. This story is fictional and does not portray real events or real persons. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are 18 years or older.
Jet-lagged from my flight, I knew I should have been thinking about going to bed early, but I decided to go out for a beer instead. I’m a professional horse jockey with a reputation for working with difficult horses. I’ve always said that my job is part horse jockey and part horse whisperer, as I focus on the behavioral side as well as strength and endurance. Typically, I would take a 6- to 12-month contract, perform my magic on a horse, and then move on to the next gig. While I should have been preparing for my first day working with a new horse, I was feeling horny and restless, so I googled local gay bars and discovered there was a country western bar a couple blocks from my hotel called The Velvet Saddle. The name seemed more than appropriate given my profession.
Freshly showered, I put on a pair of snug, faded jeans that highlighted my basket and a black tank top that showed off my arms and left the hotel to find the bar. It was almost 9:00, so I was hoping the joint would be hopping and I’d have the opportunity to unwind and score if I was lucky. Although I was in my late 30s, which is relatively old for a jockey, I was still in great shape and looked younger than my age. Not surprisingly, given my profession, I measured in at a towering 4 feet, 11 inches, and weighed about 105 pounds soaking wet, but I was lean and sinewy. While I was often the shortest guy in the room, I still managed to get my share of ass. Guys seemed to be attracted to my shorter stature, possibly picturing me playing the son in a daddy/son romp, when in reality, I was much more of a daddy. I loved to take charge and dominate in bed, and while I may have lacked a few inches in height, I more than made up for it below the belt. In fact, I was used to gasps when I unzipped for the first time, but I had a knack for convincing unsuspecting studs to spread their legs for me after they got over the initial shock of my dick. I guess I have a way with stallions and studs. On that note, I was hoping to breed a hot stud tonight.
I arrived in front of The Velvet Saddle, and I could hear country music pounding through the closed front doors. As I stood on the street, the doors opened, and two hunky cowboys stumbled out on their way to hook up, by the looks of it. Perfect, this seemed like the right kind of place. I opened the door and entered the noisy club, moving deeper into the dark, smoky, crowded space. The bar was obviously popular and filled with men standing, sitting at the bar, or moving about the dance floor. I felt lost in the crowd with most of the men towering over me, so I moved towards the bar and hoisted myself up onto a free barstool to see and be seen. A cute bartender immediately caught my eye and asked me what I’d like to drink. I ordered a beer and glanced around the room, sizing up the crowd.
As I took stock of my prospects, a new song started, and I heard a few cheers as two young studs made their way to each end of the bar and climbed up onto the counter. Noticing the brass pole attached to the bar in front of me, I realized I had managed to sit directly in front of one of the go-go dancer spots as a hot, young cowboy towered above me and started to move to the music. He looked to be about 19 and built like a farm boy with short, sandy-colored hair, muscular arms, a hairy chest, and thick thighs, not to mention an impressive bulge in a pair of black, silky briefs that had the ass cut out of them. Other than the revealing shorts, he was wearing a cowboy hat, a leather vest, and boots as he performed for the enthusiastic crowd. I caught his eye under his hat brim as he looked down at me, grinning under his thick mustache. Damn, this boy was fine but probably out of my league, assuming he’d even consider hooking up with a customer.
“Hey there, little buddy, I haven’t seen you here before,” he called down to me over the music. Great, he had already clocked my height, but at least he was talking to me while he shook his magnificent ass at the room.
“Hey there yourself. Yep, I just arrived in town. Thanks for the sexy welcome,” as I tipped my beer in acknowledgement.
“Happy to oblige, handsome. I hope you enjoy the front-row seat.”
I ordered another beer and did just that, settling back on my stool as the sexy cowboy gyrated and moved sensuously to the music. I could feel blood rushing to my neglected cock while I watched this stud move. I wasn’t normally the type of person to sit in the front row to watch a dancer, but I couldn’t bring myself to change seats while this handsome giant moved above me. Some of the other customers around me were slipping cash into his snug black briefs as he lowered himself so they could reach. Invariably, they’d cop a feel, but the dancer was pretty good at limiting how much skin they groped. I watched as my cowboy squatted in front of me with one furry, muscular leg on either side of me as he gyrated his bulging crotch near my face. He seemed to be inviting me to follow the other’s lead, and while it wasn’t my style, I figured, what the hell, and reached into my wallet to pull out a bill. Spotting the bill, my cowboy lowered himself onto his knees directly in front of me, making it easy for me to reach my hand between his legs and tuck the bill behind his waistband while his muscular, hairy thighs brushed against my arm. I could feel the hot skin of his tight abs against my fingers as he moved to the music and pressed his impressive bulge into my hand, seemingly encouraging me to explore.
Taking a deep breath and hoping I wasn’t misreading his body language, I wrapped my hand around his packed bulge and squeezed his meaty cock through the thin satiny material. He nodded and smiled down at me as a couple of guys watching nearby cheered. What was I doing? This was out of character for me, but I had a handful of hot, Grade-A cowboy meat in my grip, and I wasn’t about to let go while this hunk of a cowboy encouraged me. This was much more than the fleeting touch the dancer had permitted his other customers. Something about this hot stud was removing all of my inhibitions, as I groped his well-packed pouch in the middle of the crowded bar. I could feel his plump cock hardening in my grip.
“Oh yeah, little buddy, play with my big cock. You know you want it.”
I did indeed. Just when I thought his satin briefs would burst, the song wrapped up, signaling a break for both dancers. Before he left, my cowboy leaned over and said, “Thanks for the fluff, partner. I hope you’ll stick around for my next set in 30 minutes.”
I couldn’t believe this hot young stud of a man seemed to be into me, but I wasn’t complaining. I mutely nodded as the cowboy stood back up and climbed down off the back of the bar, making his way to a door in the rear with the other dancer, with his exposed cheeks flexing as he walked. I glanced around and noticed several guys looking back at me in jealousy. I also realized my cock was rock hard and bulging obscenely in the crotch of my faded jeans. Leaning forward to hide my arousal, I swallowed the last of my beer as my phone buzzed. It was a message from my new employer asking me if I was in town yet, and if so, would I be able to join him for a drink at the hotel bar to go over my game plan? Damn, I so wanted to see where things might go with my cowboy go-go dancer, but I couldn’t think of a good reason to put off my new employer.
Sighing, I reluctantly typed a response saying I could meet him in the hotel bar in 15 minutes and that I looked forward to it. Fuck. Not knowing how to contact my cowboy, I paid up my bill and left the bar, hoping my hard-on would subside before I got back to the hotel. So much for scoring tonight, but I would try to get back to the bar at a later date and see if I could pick up where I left off with my new hunky friend.
The meeting with Sam, my new employer, went well. He approved of my plan, and we arranged to meet at his ranch in the morning so I could see his racehorse, Moon Shadow, in person. The horse had been high-strung and problematic to train, and they were hoping I’d be able to sort him out while improving his run times. This was exactly the type of scenario I did well at, and I was confident that I’d be able to help the stallion reach his full potential.
As agreed, we met at 7:00 the next morning at the ranch, and Sam walked me over to the horse stable. Sam was a good-looking guy in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair and a mustache. He looked and sounded like the quintessential cowboy with a bit of a twang in his speech. As we chatted in front of the barn, he turned to a Mexican cowboy named Miguel and asked him to have Luke bring out the horse. I heard Miguel mutter, “He’s not going to like it, Señor…” before Sam shushed him and told him to move it. While we waited, I asked him, what was that about? When it came to training horses, I was all about gathering as much information and history as possible to make my job easier.
“Oh, that’s nothin’. The horse’s groom, Luke, is a might bit protective, and he wasn’t crazy about us bringing in outside help. He’s not a jockey, but he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with Moon Shadow and trying to bring him around. The stallion has definitely improved since he started working with him, but we still need an expert like yourself to make him a true winner.”
Okay, note to self, Luke doesn’t approve of Sam hiring me. My goal would be to bring him on to my side along with Moon Shadow, but if that wasn’t possible, he would just need to get out of the way. I had met many versions of Luke in my career, and I knew how to handle the type.
I heard a horse’s whinny and hoofbeats as a dark stallion emerged from the shadows of the barn’s entrance, led by a young cowboy. The horse was beautiful and powerfully built, and I knew instantly that he was a champion in the making. The young groom leading him was also drop-dead gorgeous despite the scowl on his face as he reluctantly led the horse towards us. He definitely wasn’t happy about my arrival. After discreetly checking out his muscular frame and his well-packed jeans, I raised my eyes to meet his under the shadow of his cowboy hat and realized in that instant that this was the beefcake dancer from last night! What the hell was he doing here? Beefcake recognized me in the same instance as he looked back at me with a shocked expression on his face.
Sam said, “This is Moon Shadow’s groom, Luke. Luke, this is the jockey we were talkin’ about, Mack.”
“Uh, nice to meet you, Luke,” I mumbled as I tried to recover and reached my hand out to shake his. As he awkwardly took my hand in his firm grip, I flashed back to groping and teasing his hard cock the night before while he sensuously ground his hips to the music in the bar. I could see he was struggling with his annoyance at my arrival as a jockey with our shared erotic moment together from last night. From the deepening scowl on his face, my guess was his annoyance was winning. He might also be pissed at me for leaving the bar when I had said I’d hang around. Shit, this was awkward.
Attempting to put our brief, if passionate, past aside, I let go of his hand and approached the stallion, trying to focus on my job. He was a stunning animal, but I could detect a shade of anxiety from the horse. I was determined to gain his trust and bring him to his full potential. Without sounding arrogant, it is what I do well, and I planned to do the same with Moon Shadow, even with the added distraction of one pissed-off, hot cowboy. Trying to throw an olive branch, I commented, “He looks well cared for.”
I heard a muttered “Hmph” in response as Luke shook his head. Obviously any bond we had established last night while I teased his thick cock in my hand was gone, and I needed to get down to business.
“I’d like to take him for a ride. Could you please put a racing saddle on him?”
Luke glared back at me unmoving, until Sam spoke up, “Luke, please make sure Mack has whatever he needs. He’s here to train Moon Shadow, and we want to make sure he has everything he needs to make Shadow a winner.”
“Fine,” Luke spat out before abruptly walking the stallion back into the barn to saddle him up. Sam’s farm had a full-sized track on it, and I looked forward to taking Shadow for a light ride to begin to better understand the horse’s behavior. Truth be told, I’d like to take Luke for a hard ride as well, but I’d have to put that thought on the back burner for now.
“Don’t worry, Mack, Luke will come around. Just give him a bit of time; he’s got a good heart, and he loves Moon Shadow.”
“No worries, Sam. I can tell he takes good care of the stallion, and I’m sure we’ll work well together. I’m hoping I’ll earn his trust as well.”
“That’s mighty fair of you, Mack.”
So began my time working with Moon Shadow and his hunky groom with the ass that wouldn’t quit. I tried not to think of what Luke looked like under his grooming gear while I worked, but fuck, it was hard, pun intended. For his part, he remained distant and pissed. I assumed he had some initial attraction to me, as shown on that first night, but if so, he kept it bottled up and buried since I arrived on the ranch.
The only acknowledgment of our first meeting was a curt remark from Luke when I brought Moon Shadow back to the stable after my first ride: “By the way, I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention to Sam that I have another job. I really need both jobs, and I’m not sure how he might react.”
“Of course, I won’t say anything,” I responded as I pictured Luke half naked at the bar sensuously moving his toned body to the music. Hopeful that I might have another shot at dating him, I added, “You know, I really was looking forward to hanging around for your next set, but Sam messaged me and wanted to meet. I felt bad about leaving without saying anything. Maybe we could…”
Luke held up his hand, abruptly cutting me off. “How about you do the job Sam is paying you to do, Mr. Horse Whisperer, and leave me alone to do my job?” as he grabbed Moon Shadow’s reins and abruptly walked to the back of the barn, leaving me on my own. Fuck, so much for that.
While Luke technically followed Sam’s orders and provided me with what I needed, he went out of his way to do the bare minimum in a surly and resentful manner. Part of me wanted to throw the big stud over my lap, pull down his snug jeans, and bitch-slap his gorgeous ass until he begged me to stop. But I didn’t. I’d find myself popping boners around him as he worked in the stables, showcasing his impressive muscles. I even thought I caught him checking out the bulge in my riding breeches once or twice and wondered if there might still be some lingering interest on Luke’s part, but no matter what I said or did, he would not reengage. That horse had apparently left the barn.
Over the next few weeks, despite my best efforts, Luke remained a surly son of a bitch to me and to many of the other workers on the ranch, including Miguel, the ranch hand. While his devotion to Moon Shadow was undeniable, he resented the air I breathed and was barely civil with me and generally rude to others. It was obvious he was hoping I would fail in my goal to train the stallion, but I was happy with my progress so far, as was Sam. I found it hard to reconcile the surly, rude pup with the gregarious, sexy cowboy I had met at the Velvet Saddle bar initially.
Things came to a head when we were preparing for a last-minute training ride with a potential investor of Sam’s observing. Moon Shadow was less skittish these days, but his times were not quite where they needed to be. Luke and I were hurrying to get everything ready when I realized I had forgotten my riding crop. It’s an important part of my gear despite only using it to tap and guide the horse, so I was angry at myself. Frustrated, I looked over to see Luke approaching Moon Shadow with a pail of water, and I snapped at him, “Why are you giving Shadow a drink just before a race? I don’t want him to be waterlogged!”
Luke looked guilty as he jumped back in surprise and responded, “I wouldn’t normally, but it’s a hot day, and I can tell he’s dehydrated. I won’t give him a lot, but he needs something.” Too annoyed to argue further, I let it go and told him that I’d be right back as I headed back to the barn to grab my crop.
Halfway there, I spotted Luke’s gear bag resting on a bench near the fence. Knowing that he usually kept a spare crop in his bag, I decided to borrow his to save time. I spotted it tucked in an outside pocket and pulled it loose. Unfortunately, the end snagged on the pocket and toppled the bag over, spilling a few items onto the ground. For fuck’s sake. As I put the riding crop in my back pocket and righted the bag, hurrying to put everything back, I picked up a clear water bottle that had one to two inches of a cloudy grey-blue liquid left in it, along with two pill bottles. I noticed the pills in one of the bottles were blue and glanced at the label. Viagra? Luke used Viagra? He didn’t seem like the type. Looking closer at the other bottle, I saw it was Xylazine, a common horse tranquilizer similar to ketamine. I never used it myself, but I was aware of its powerful effect on horses. Taking another look at the water bottle, I noticed a few floaters in the cloudy mixture that might be pill bits. I flashed back to Luke’s insistence that Moon Shadow have a last-minute drink with a dawning realization. No, he wouldn’t! Would he? Was he so determined to see me fail that he would stoop so low as to drug a racehorse before a big run?!?
Opening the water bottle, I sniffed the liquid and saw part of a blue pill floating near the top. That fucking bastard! He had doped Moon Shadow. I struggled to reconcile Luke’s apparent love of the stallion with this reckless and dangerous act. I couldn’t recall ever being so angry while I considered my next move.
Despite all of my progress with Moon Shadow, I knew I couldn’t risk racing him today. I also decided that I had had enough of Luke’s shitty attitude, and I needed to teach him a lesson. First things first, I grabbed my phone and called Sam and asked if we could postpone the ride, making up a story that I had noticed one of Shadow’s shoes was loose and I wanted to have it fixed. Sam completely understood and, after checking with the investor, said we could move the ride to the end of the week. In the meantime, he was going to take the investor and the crew over to the next county to check out a horse auction. Perfect. With the ride postponed and the ranch cleared out, I put the next phase of my plan in place and walked back to Luke and Moon Shadow. Luke looked unhappy when I told him that today’s test race had been postponed to Friday. He was probably disappointed because he was looking forward to seeing me fall on my face on a compromised horse. Bastard.
I tried to keep the anger off my face and suggested he take Moon Shadow back to his stall. The horse seemed fine so far, but I would keep an eye on him. Before Luke walked away, I put on my friendliest expression and told him that I appreciated all of his help and that I was going to grab a couple of cold beers if he wanted to meet me back here in a few minutes for a cool one. It was a stifling hot day, and while Luke looked a bit sheepish about being thanked for his help, he said he’d love a beer. Perfect.
While Luke wandered off with Moon Shadow, I briefly admired his firm butt before walking back to my quarters to pick up a BDSM toy from my locker before heading over to the small lunchroom Sam kept stocked with a beer fridge in one of the outbuildings, grabbing the doctored water bottle on the way. I poured out some of the beer from one bottle, leaving room at the top to pour in a healthy amount of the cloudy liquid. I gave it a shake, hoping Luke wouldn’t notice the difference. Unsure of how much of each drug I was actually giving him, I briefly considered abandoning my plans, but then I said, Fuck it. If Luke was willing to take a chance with Moon Shadow, I could do the same with him. Karma is a bitch, buddy.
I walked back to the stable to find Luke leaning against the barn beside the open door in the shade and handed him the cold bottle of beer. He took a sip and said, “Ah, that’s what I needed. Thanks.” He smiled at me as I sipped my undoctored beer. Damn, this was probably the first time Luke had shown me any warmth since the night we met, and I once again had misgivings about what I was about to do. While I mentally debated, he took another big gulp of his beer until the bottle was nearly half empty. Oh well, I guess I’m committed at this point.
Deciding to add to the mix, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fat joint, asking Luke if he smoked. He seemed happy to share a joint along with the beer and didn’t seem to notice that I only took very small tokes and avoided inhaling as he consumed most of the potent doobie. As we drank and smoked, I let Luke know that Sam and the crew had gone to the horse show, so it would be a quiet afternoon. “Great, I could use some quiet time to catch up on a few chores, including laying down some fresh hay in the stalls.”
As we stood in the hot sun and quietly finished up our beers and the joint, Luke was still reluctant to chat, but it did feel like he was less hostile than usual after my small gesture of a beer and weed. If he only knew how angry I was with him right now. With the beers gone, I grabbed his empty bottle while he walked back into the barn to finish his chores as I admired the toned muscles of his back and, of course, his ass. I left with the bottles, planning to be back shortly to check in on Moon Shadow as well as Luke. I had a full afternoon planned for the hunky fucker if the drugs did what I hoped they would, and it seemed somehow fitting to use Luke’s own cocktail on him in an act of revenge.
A short while later, I returned to the barn and checked in on Moon Shadow. He still seemed fine and happy to be out of the sun. Maybe the drug dose was too low for the big stallion to have any noticeable effect. I hoped so for Luke’s sake. I could hear the sound of him working at the far end of the warm barn. Quietly walking down the aisle, I spotted him inside a stall with his shirt off, given the heat, and a fine layer of sweat gleaming on his bare torso as he slowly pitched hay onto the floor. I could watch this stud all day as I admired his muscles highlighted by a thin beam of sunlight shining through a crack in the siding. As I watched, Luke paused and shook his head, running his hand through his short hair. It looked like he was starting to feel the effects of the drugs and weed.
“Hey, Luke. Can you use some help?”
Luke looked up at me in confusion until he realized it was me. He seemed disoriented and lethargic as he mumbled, “Uh, sure. Thanks.” Stripping off my own shirt, I grabbed a second pitchfork and joined him in the stall, throwing hay into the far end. As we worked in the heat, I caught him checking out my half-hard cock in my snug riding breeches as he went through the motions of pitching hay into the stall, but I could tell he was struggling to focus. Luke seemed to spend less time working and more time staring into space or ogling my naked torso. I glanced at the crotch of his jeans, and I was shocked to see the hard ridge of his cock pressing upwards as he paused to catch his breath. The drugs definitely seemed to be working. He was stoned and horny as fuck.
I innocently asked, “Are you okay, buddy?”
“Huh, what? Uh, I guess… it must be the beer and weed; I feel really out of it,” as he swayed in the stall.
I walked over to Luke and wrapped my arm around his naked shoulder for support and said, “Easy, Luke, you don’t look so good. Maybe you need to take a break and rest.” As I stood there with my hand on his shoulder, he almost lost his balance again. His eyes were hooded as he stood panting with his cock straining in his jeans. Pulling him in closer with my arm and taking charge, I said, “Here, let’s get you off your feet,” as I gently placed his pitchfork against the wall and guided Luke out of the stall towards the back of the barn.
I kept my arm around Luke as he compliantly followed my lead, unsteady in his steps. “Oh man, what’s the matter with me…” Approaching a saddle stand, I had an idea and suggested he lie on top of it for a minute to rest. Luke seemed unsure of what I meant but allowed me to help him climb up onto the stand and lie face down on the blanket-covered surface. He was sprawled on the curved top with the side of his face pressed into the blanket and his beefy arms hanging down on each side. His legs were spread, straddling the end of the stand, with his hard cock caught between the stand and his magnificent ass in the air. Luke looked hot as fuck even if he was limp as a rag doll.
“How’s that, Luke? You should rest for a minute. Maybe you’ve just overheated.”
Luke sighed and mumbled, “Thanks, man… This actually feels great; I’m so fucking relaxed. That’s some damn fine weed you have…” before his eyes closed and his voice trailed off. The horse tranquilizer and weed combination seemed to be working, and I had the little weasel right where I wanted him.
I moved to Luke’s head and said, “Hey Luke, I’m kind of worried you might fall off, so I’m going to secure you, okay?” I heard Luke mumble a thanks as he stretched and ground his crotch into the stand while I reached for a coil of rope. I had spent enough time around cattle and horses that I was handy with knots as I proceeded to tie Luke to the top of the saddle stand. I carefully tied his extended muscular arms to the legs of the stand, making sure he was secure but comfortable as he muttered something about what a good friend I was for taking care of him. If he only knew. Moving to the rear, I reached down and pulled off his cowboy boots and tied each ankle to the rear posts of the stand so he was straddling the end of the bench with his legs spread and his glorious ass perched on the edge. For his part, Luke kept thanking me, unbothered by the rope, as he mumbled into the blanketed stand while occasionally grinding his swollen cock into the stand. I didn’t know if he was half-dreaming or just horny and unable to control himself.
I paused once more to consider what I was doing as I was about to cross a line and wondered if I should call the whole thing off. Did I really want to take advantage of Luke in his drugged state? At that moment, I heard Moon Shadow whinny from his stall, and I thought of that beautiful stallion trying to run after being drugged by Luke, someone he trusted. Instantly, my doubts were swept away, and I was determined to teach him a lesson. With all four limbs firmly tied to the bench, I reached for an old pair of shears hanging on a nearby post to proceed with my plan.
“Luke, I think your jeans are too tight and causing you to overheat. I’m going to cut them loose, okay?”
Even in his doped state, Luke questioned this and asked, “Wait, what? You’re going to cut off my jeans? What if someone sees me?”
“Don’t worry, buddy, you’ll still have your shorts on, and besides, everyone is at the horse auction, remember? It’s cool.”
Luke mumbled his response into the blanket, “Oh yeah, I forgot. That makes sense… Thanks, Mack. You’re actually a great guy.”
With Luke buying into my flawed logic, I proceeded to carefully cut up each leg of his jeans. I could feel my rock-hard cock struggling to be free as more of Luke’s golden, muscular flesh was deliciously exposed until the only thing covering him was his worn boxer briefs. I reached under him to pull his destroyed jeans free. Damn, this boy was hot. It was a shame he was such an asshole.
Knowing that I needed to have all of this hot stud’s flesh exposed and available to torment, I walked back to Luke’s head and gently rubbed his shoulders, asking him if he felt better. He sighed that he felt amazing as I sensuously massaged his muscular shoulders and traps as he relaxed and softly moaned. Sensing his calm, I leaned down beside him and said, “Hey buddy, I think your shorts may need to go too. They seem too small and may be cutting off your circulation as well. I hate to ask, but I think we’d better lose them too, at least until you’re feeling better.“
Luke slurred, “Really? I don’t know; maybe I should keep them on. Um, just between you and me, I kind of have a hard-on. Sorry, man. I don’t know why I’m so horny.”
“Hey Luke, it’s okay. That’s perfectly normal. It’s probably just the weed; it makes me horny too. Trust me, you’re going to feel better resting without any tight clothing restricting you; otherwise, I wouldn’t ask. Besides, you’re lying on your dick, so no one’s going to see anything. Once you’re feeling better, we’ll get you back into clothes.”
“Uh, okay… Sure, I guess. Thanks Mack…”
The drug cocktail was making Luke docile as fuck, which was perfect. Before he changed his mind, I reached for the shears and cut through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs while gripping his ass cheek in my palm. Luke arched his back slightly in response. Whoa, my little colt seemed sensitive to my touch whether he was ready to admit it or not. I discovered he wasn’t kidding when he said he was erect when I reached under him to pull his tattered boxer briefs free and discovered his rock-hard cock. I stepped back to admire Luke completely naked and bound in the middle of the barn with his big balls dangling down between his legs. With the horse auction today, we had the place to ourselves, and I planned to take full advantage of my time with this young unruly colt. I reached up under his heavy balls and maneuvered his thick cock downwards, leaving it pressed flat against the blanket-covered edge of the bench. Luke responded to my grip on his cock as he moaned and humped his ass in the air, exposing his pink, puckered hole. I softly stroked the thick, mushroom-shaped head of his cock while softly blowing at his tight ring and admiring his ass.
I could hear Luke groaning in response, “Mack, what are you doing?”
I reluctantly released Luke’s thick cock and walked around to the front of the bench so I could talk to him. “I might as well level with you, Luke, now that you’re naked and tied up. You’ve been a bit of a douchebag to me and the other guys since the day I arrived at the ranch. I’ve been willing to cut you some slack, thinking you were still young and good for Moon Shadow, but I was wrong. I can ignore a lot of things, but mistreating a beautiful animal like Shadow just to get back at me is not one of them. Someone needs to teach you a lesson, and I guess it’s going to have to be me.”
Luke pulled at his bindings, seemingly realizing for the first time how vulnerable he was, as he looked up at me in confusion, glancing at my shirtless chest and the thick bulge in my riding breeches. “Huh, what are you talking about? Mistreating Shadow? What kind of lesson?”
“Don’t play dumb, Luke; I know about the Viagra and Xylazine cocktail you put in Moon Shadow’s watering pail. Even for you, this is a new low.”
Luke’s eyes widened in shock once he realized I knew about the drugs. “Oh wow, how did you find out about that…?”
“I accidentally knocked your bag over when I went to borrow your riding crop, and the drugs fell out. Do you know how dangerous racing a drugged horse can be? Anything could have happened to Shadow.”
Luke looked miserable as he tried to wrap his head around being busted and struggled to defend himself in his muddled state. “I know, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was jealous and angry, but I can explain…”
Fed up with Luke’s attitude and excuses, I cut him off and lifted his chin so I was looking directly into his baby blues, “Just answer me this Luke. Did you dope Shadow’s drinking pail?”
“Well yeah, I did, but…”
That’s all I needed to hear. Before Luke could continue, I reached into my back pocket and grabbed a ball gag I had picked up from my room, slipping the ball into his surprised open mouth before tightening the strap behind his head. No longer able to interrupt, I said, “I think I’ve heard enough Luke, and it’s time you learned a lesson about respecting others, including the animals you’re supposed to be looking after. Your ass is mine for the rest of the afternoon. Hopefully you’ll think twice before trying a stunt like this again.”
Luke opened his eyes wide as he tried to speak around the gag and pulled unsuccessfully at his restraints. As I admired his straining muscles, I couldn’t stand it any longer and reached down to unzip my breeches and haul out my engorged cock while I looked Luke in the eye. I smiled at the shocked expression on his face as he stared at my meaty dick in disbelief as it swayed inches from his face.
“Are you ready to take a ride on a real man’s cock?”
As Luke frantically shook his head and moaned into the gag, I guessed at what he was trying to say. “What, you’ve never bottomed before? You don’t think you can take something that big?” As he nodded in agreement, I added, “Here’s the thing, Luke. I think you can. In fact, I think you’re going to love getting railed by my big dick. But… If you don’t, I don’t really care, as it’s going to happen regardless. You’ve been asking for this all summer with your shitty attitude, but what you pulled today just seals the deal. Whether you enjoy it or not, I’m going to enjoy stretching your tight hole and breeding your sorry ass,” as I rubbed the engorged head of my cock up and down and across Luke’s face, leaving thick trails of pre-cum across his cheeks. I noticed his eyes watering up as he breathed heavily through his nose. Reaching forward, I placed my hands on his shoulders and said, “Luke, the sooner you realize you don’t have a choice in this anymore, the easier it will be for you. Trust me, I’ve broken a few unruly colts in my time, and I know what I’m doing, but you will be broken.”
Without another word, I jumped down off the stand and grabbed a bottle of flaxseed oil and cloth from a nearby shelf that we sometimes used to oil-buff the horses and walked behind Luke’s spread legs out of his sight line. I had decided to borrow a chapter from my horse whisperer training. I often rubbed oil onto a horse’s coat as a means to calm them and establish a connection, so it seemed appropriate to do the same with Luke in his agitated and aroused state before the real work began. Also, it enhanced and conditioned their coat, as I’m sure it would do for Luke’s muscle definition. Stepping up on the rail of the stand, I leaned forward and drizzled oil across his back, down his arms, across his ass, and onto his legs.
While Luke tried to look back to see what I was doing, I spread the rich oil across his back and shoulders with the buffer cloth, admiring how it highlighted his muscles and made his skin glow. Working downwards, I rubbed the oil across the white globes of his ass, making sure I also worked it into his crack and oiled up his balls and shaft, and down his muscular thighs and calves. I finished up by spreading oil across his impressive arms and bulging biceps. Luke blazed like a golden Adonis in the light of the barn as I admired the view and stepped behind him.
With Luke buffed and oiled, I realized the bench was at a perfect height for me to step forward and shove my tongue between his sweet cheeks without needing to stand on a lower rail. I roughly gripped his firm glutes in each hand, spreading them wide, and pressed my face into his crack, sliding my tongue up and down and across his tight knot. Luke jumped in surprise as I used my tongue to poke, prod, and stretch his hole, pressing deeper into his tight oiled ring. While he seemed to be trying to protest by the sounds he was making through the gag, I noticed he was also pressing his ass back into my tongue as I slobbered between his firm cheeks, stretching them wider with my hands and thoroughly slathering up his hole with spit, getting him ready for my cock. While Luke’s ass may have been a virgin before today, it didn’t take long before he was riding the top of the bench, driving his Viagra-fueled cock downwards against the blanketed edge of the bench as his muffled moans filled the barn. While he may have wanted to resist, his drug-fueled body was definitely responding to my ass eating.
As my tongue torpedoed and stretched Luke’s hole, I reached down to grip his thick, oiled cock, sliding my hand up and down its slippery length as I devoured Luke’s ass while he strained his powerful body against the soft ropes, unsure whether to pull away or push back. I could feel his pulse pounding in the rigid shaft of his cock as his pre-cum mixed with the flaxseed oil as I pulled it backwards several times, letting it slap hard against the stand with a thud. This boy had a hungry hole despite being a top to date.
Taking a break from eating Luke’s delicious ass, I stepped up on the rail and laid my palm against one of his oiled cheeks before pulling it back and slapping his ass hard as he jerked on the bench. His trapped cock kept him from moving away from my hand with each slap. While Luke’s ass cheek reddened, I could hear him breathing heavily through the ball gag as he fought to catch his breath from this latest humiliation, although I noticed a long strand of pre-cum dripping from the end of his rigid cock. “Do you like being spanked like a naughty boy, Luke? Let’s see how the other cheek feels,” as I switched hands and he whimpered. Slap, slap, slap. I wasn’t holding back as I punished his ass, enjoying the feel of my hand against his bubble cheeks and fascinated by the image of Luke jerking and whimpering as he struggled to avoid his punishment while his cock dripped pre-cum onto the barn floor. With each slap, his pink puckered ring clenched in reflex as his cock, caught against the edge of the stand, throbbed.
Thinking Luke was warmed up, I stepped down off the stand and slid off my breeches and shorts, placing the riding crop handy on a side rail. I was left in only my boots as I climbed back up on the rail at the rear of the bench. My shaft head was dripping with pre-cum as I rested my throbbing cockhead between his reddened cheeks in his oil- and spit-coated crack. I was at the perfect height to angle my cock between his firm globes. Feeling my shaft poised at his tight ring, Luke struggled to free himself and whimpered through the gag.
“You can fight it all you want, boy, but it’s happening,” as I maneuvered my cockhead up and down his greasy crack while stretching his cheeks wider with my hands. Luke tried to speak through his gag as I leaned forward and dripped more spit onto my cockhead to mix with my pre-cum and the oil, creating a slick lube for my rod to poke against Luke’s hole. With each pass, I’d pause to force the slick head into his tight pucker until gradually, the tip was sliding halfway in each time, lubricating his ring. I could hear Luke moaning as he twisted, torn between trying to escape and trying to get more of my cock inside his slippery hole despite his initial reluctance. Tired of teasing him, I pressed forward until suddenly, the thick head of my cock slipped past his tight ring.
I paused to add some additional spit to the end of my cock gripped by Luke’s tight hole as I eased backwards slightly before thrusting my shaft back in. Despite his attempts at resistance, my cock felt like it was being pulled in by his greedy hole. I could see his back expanding as he breathed deeply through his nose, trying to force himself to relax. While he might be anxious about taking my tool, I could sense he might be getting off on being bound and used in the quiet barn, although that may have been fueled in part by the drugs.
I could feel the heat from his reddened cheeks as I firmly gripped his ass in my hands and slowly gyrated my hips, working the slippery end of my cock deeper into Luke’s hypersensitive ass. I could feel pre-cum pumping from the end of my cock as the greased head slid deeper. Luke seemed frustrated by his inability to do anything other than rub the top of his cock against the blanket-covered end of the bench and press his ass back against my cock. Despite his recent introduction to bottoming, his ass was begging for more.
Happy to fill a need, I gripped his ass in my hands and slid my cock deeper until the ridged head of my cock was banging up against his prostate as he started to groan loudly with each firm thrust. While I hadn’t bottomed out yet, Luke was taking most of my cock, and I couldn’t believe I was finally riding my cowboy after fantasizing about this moment since I first saw Luke dancing in the bar. Fuck, he was tight.
With only an inch or two left, I served Luke a full helping of sausage and slammed my aching shaft all the way into his stretched hole with a growl. He let me know I had indeed bottomed out as my cum-filled balls slapped against his heavy sack and he moaned loudly. I thrust a couple more times just to make sure he had every inch and knew who was in charge as I rode his gorgeous ass and crushed Luke into the top of the saddle stand.
Suddenly, I heard, “¡Ay dios mío!” followed by a crash. I looked up to see Miguel standing at the end of the barn with a saddle at his feet. He had apparently walked into the barn and dropped what he was carrying in shock at the sight of Sam’s new jockey railing his least favorite ranch hand. He and Luke had a long history of not getting along, and I had personally witnessed Luke being his usual shithead self to Miguel a number of times.
“Uh, hola Miguel. Sorry, I thought everyone was away,” as I stood there with my cock buried in Luke’s ass while Luke looked back at Miguel in humiliation.
“Señor, I was late today, so I missed the horse auction.” Miguel’s eyes were wide as he looked over Luke’s muscular frame tied to the saddle stand and fully grasped that I was fucking him. “Bravo Señor; it’s good to see this one getting what he deserves and with his mouth shut for a change.”
I smiled at Miguel. “I’m glad you approve. Luke pushed me just a little too far today, so I’m taking the opportunity to break him in, isn’t that right, Luke?” As I shoved my cock deep into his ass, he moaned in acknowledgement. “He’s been asking for this for a long time, believe me.” With Miguel obviously approving my actions, I decided to continue to slowly fuck Luke while we chatted to add to his humiliation.
Miguel nodded exuberantly, “Muy bueno Señor. This colt needs some guidance and correction. I’m happy to see you taking control.” As we talked, I noticed him stepping closer so he could watch my cock sliding into Luke’s ass as he reached down to adjust a sizable bulge in his jeans. While he may not like Luke, Miguel was happy to ogle his naked, oiled form stretched out on the bench. “I’ve wanted to teach this chico a lesson for a long time myself.”
“Well, you’re welcome to sample the goods; I’m sure Luke wouldn’t mind. Right, Luke?” He tried to object through his gag, but all we heard was a frustrated moan. “Feel free to remove his gag, Miguel, and sample that end if you’d like. It looks like you have enough to fill his mouth.”
I watched an evil grin fill Miguel’s face as he walked around to the other end of the stand and dragged an old wooden box over to stand on. The box put his crotch at the perfect height as he unzipped his jeans. Hung as I am, I was impressed with the size of his thick, uncut cock as he hauled it out. For his part, Luke shook his head in protest as Miguel stepped forward with his cock swaying in his face.
“You think you’re such a big hombre but wait until you taste my burrito… bitch,” as he pressed his thick, sweaty cock into Luke’s face while he tried unsuccessfully to avoid it. As Miguel’s meat swung against his face, I watched as he undid his gag before slipping the ball from his mouth. As Luke inhaled deeply and prepared to speak, Miguel immediately stuffed his big cock into his mouth, cutting off any further conversation. “Easy chico, no teeth, or I will make you a gelding. ¿Comprendido?”
I watched Miguel slip more of his big tool into Luke’s mouth as I drove my cock deeper into his ass. The boy was getting his first spit roast with two extra grande cocks breaking him in.
“Ah, that feels good. Suck it, chico. Take your papi’s big pito.”
I could hear Luke struggling not to gag as Miguel roughly fucked his mouth. While his attention was elsewhere, I eased backwards until a third of my shaft was exposed before sliding forward hard. Luke groaned around Miguel’s cock. Pulling halfway out this time, I slammed my slippery tool back past his tight ring. As he moaned out loud, I pulled back once again until just the tip of my cock remained gripped by his tight hole before thrusting forward until I was once again balls-deep. Not only was Luke taking my full cock, but he was also getting fucked hard as I thrust into him over and over as he lay strapped to the saddle bench. I could hear a couple of horses at the other end of the barn whinnying, but otherwise the stable was quiet except for our groans and the sound of my cock stretching Luke’s virgin hole and Miguel fucking his mouth.
Noticing the riding crop lying on the side rail of the stand, I reached for it as we settled into a spirited canter with my cock drilling Luke’s ass and Miguel stuffing his face. I flicked the leather tip of the riding crop on his muscular rump and drove my cock harder into his hole with a “Hup!” I felt the saddle stand shift as he jerked in surprise at the sharp slap but groaned loudly as he pushed back into me. With each hard flip of the crop, I could feel Luke’s hole clench around my cock as he jumped in pain and fought to breathe as Miguel’s cock filled his throat.
“Oh, that’s it. Giddy-up! Ride my cock, you bastard! How does it feel to be ridden hard while doped up? Hopefully you’ll think twice next time before doing something so fucking stupid in the future.” I could hear Luke trying to speak around Miguel’s thick cock as the horses shuffled in their stalls, likely wondering what the hell was going on as we hit a fever pitch, rocking the saddle stand as I destroyed his ass with my thick cock, slamming my sweaty balls against his.
I could see Miguel’s eyelids half closing as he gripped Luke’s head tightly in his hands and sensed he was close to cumming. While I gripped his ass in one hand and slapped his other cheek with the crop, I slammed my cock into him while watching Miguel on the other end. I was riding my cowboy harder than I had ever ridden a stallion. All three of us were covered in sweat from the heat and exertion as we strained our muscles and fucked like animals, racing towards our orgasms.
Unable to hold back anymore, I yelled as I slammed into Luke, pumping my load deep into his ass. I could feel his tight ring clenching around my thick shaft as I realized he was cumming as well. Despite the racket we were making, I could hear his thick load splattering on the dirt barn floor below us as I pumped his ass full of thick cream and he thrashed on the saddle stand while Miguel bellowed in Spanish and pumped his load down his throat. I couldn’t believe Luke had shot his wad without anyone touching his cock while taking a load in his mouth and ass.
As both Miguel and I slowed our thrusts into Luke, making sure we had completely emptied our loads, we heard, “Well, it looks like you boys have worked out your differences.” All three of us jumped at the unexpected voice as we looked up to see Sam standing at the end of the aisle. None of us had noticed him come into the barn.
“Sorry if I startled you. I needed to come back to pick up a horse trailer,” he explained.
“Uh, hey Sam. Shit, sorry about this. Uh, we were just, um…” I didn’t even know where to begin as I gave up trying to explain why I had Sam’s groomer strapped naked to a saddle bench with my cock up his ass and Miguel’s meaty cock shoved down his throat. I pulled my cock free and stepped off the stand so I could turn towards Sam, conscious of my wet, engorged cock dripping cum onto the floor, and unsure what I should do. For his part, Miguel stood transfixed with his cock lodged in Luke’s mouth.
“No explanation necessary,” Sam replied with a raised eyebrow as he looked me over before strolling towards Luke’s spread legs to take a closer look. “It looks like y’all had a hard ride, and from this angle it looks like Luke might be up for more,” as he reached forward and grabbed his rigid tool in his hand, pulling it backwards away from the bench before letting it snap back hard against the stand. He groaned in response as his pink asshole clenched. “Oh yeah, I’d definitely say Luke is up for more; that boy’s as hard as nails. All the same, I’m wondering if you really had to rope him up to put your brand on him, Mack; he looks plenty willing enough to me.” I looked over and noticed a bulge extending down the leg of Sam’s jeans as he reached down to readjust himself.
Surprised by Sam’s comments and casual groping of his employee, I said, “Uh, yeah, you may be right, Sam. He did put up a fight at first but seems to have accepted his fate.”
Whistling out loud as he tugged on Luke’s balls and rubbed his reddened ass and slapped one cheek, Sam added, “I’ll say. Damn, that boy sure has a fine ass on him. I’ve always admired it. I need to get back to our investor waiting in the truck, but do you mind if I have a quick taste?”
Not completely sure what Sam was asking, I nevertheless responded, “By all means, Boss, have at ‘er.”
Sam smiled and stepped between Luke’s spread legs before leaning forward and planting his face between his cheeks. I realized he was going to eat his ass and quickly offered, “Uh, careful boss, I just shot a big load up there.”
Sam paused and turned to me with a wry grin, “Trust me, boy, that doesn’t bother me in the least,” as he pressed his mouth against Luke’s reddened hole and proceeded to work his tongue in and out of his tight ring, loudly slurping. I couldn’t believe my boss was sucking my load out of my cowboy’s well-worked ass while I stood there naked with a hard-on watching. He seemed to be no stranger to ass eating and a big fan of secondhand cum, apparently, as Luke groaned and writhed on the stand while Sam thoroughly cleaned out his hole with his talented tongue.
Unwilling to just watch anymore, I walked around to the front of the stand and asked Miguel if I could take over. As he pulled his spent cock free of Luke’s mouth, I stepped up onto the wooden box and lowered the tip of my cock to Luke’s sexy, mustached lips and eased forward, sliding the thick end of my cock into his mouth as he slurped at my swollen shaft, cleaning up any stray pre-cum. I was surprised at how much of my dick he was able to take down his throat as he milked my cock with his hot mouth in the quiet barn.
Unlike Luke, I didn’t have the advantage of Viagra, but my cock was up for more action despite my previous orgasm. While Sam watched me between Luke’s spread legs, I began to fuck his face while my boss slurped and sucked my load out of Luke’s tight ass. I noticed Miguel was trying to stuff his engorged cock back into his jeans, uncomfortable with having his boss present.
Sam came up for air and said, “Damn, you taste fine, Mack. I wouldn’t mind milking your load directly from the source one of these days,” as he admired the sight of my thick cock sliding into Luke’s mouth.”
“Uh, sure thing, boss.”
“If I didn’t have our potential investor waiting outside, I’d join you boys, but that will have to wait for another day. I’m just glad to see y’all have been able to work things out. We’ll be gone for a few more hours, so I’ll let you boys get back to it. I’m sure you can find something to do to fill the time.”
Sam reached up and slapped Luke’s red cheek again before saying, “You just stay put, Luke, ya hear,” laughing to himself. “I have to say it’s kind of refreshing to not hear you mouthing off for a change. I’ll have to remember this trick the next time you start acting up.” With one more ass slap, Sam walked over to me to check out Luke slurping at my cock and said, “Damn boy, you really are a horse whisperer,” before reaching out and wrapping his hand around my low-hanging balls and giving them a tug, “And hung like a horse as well it seems,” before walking away shaking his head. It seems like Sam wasn’t shy about getting handsy with the help.
With the barn to ourselves again, and my cock still filling Luke’s mouth, I said to him, “Well, that was weird. I think that’s the first time I’ve had my boss grab my balls.”
With Sam out of the picture, Miguel was showing more interest in the proceedings as my cock slid in and out of Luke’s mouth. He was watching us while he rubbed the firm lump in his jeans. “Señor Mack, would you mind if I call my nephew, Diego? I know he would love to join us. He’s a maricón and Señor Luke is always teasing him.”
That sounded like classic Luke behavior. Picking on the gay stableboy despite his own inclinations. “Hell yes, Miguel. Another pair of hands would be great; go for it. I’m sure Luke wouldn’t mind having his buddy, Diego, over for a playdate. Right Luke?”
I looked down at Luke, who was trying unsuccessfully to talk around a mouthful of dick to protest as Miguel pulled out his phone to call his nephew. Diego was about 19 years old, and while fit and plenty capable around the ranch, he definitely had a campy manner and was often teased by the other ranch hands because of it with Luke leading the pack. I was looking forward to seeing how Diego would react to seeing his nemesis strapped naked to the saddle stand, hard and helpless. I couldn’t make sense of Miguel’s enthusiastic Spanish to Diego on the phone, but I heard Luke’s name a few times before he hung up and said that Diego would be here in a few minutes. He was definitely interested and eager to help teach Luke a lesson. Perfect.
While I kept Luke occupied sliding my cock in and out of his mouth, Miguel said he had an idea while we were waiting for Diego and stepped out of the barn heading towards the dairy barn next door. “You know, Luke, there seems to be no shortage of men on the ranch willing to help torment you. Do you think there might be a reason for that?” Happy that he was unable to respond, I let him think over my words while I continued to slowly fuck his throat.
Miguel returned hauling some sort of machine with tubes attached. “What the hell is that?” I asked.
“It’s a portable milker, Señor. I want to attach it to Mister Luke’s pene.”
“Oh my god, that is a fucking amazing idea, Miguel. Let me know if you need any help,” as I watched him place the machine behind Luke and run the cord to a nearby outlet. While Luke nervously looked up at me, I watched as Miguel unraveled one of the tubes and squirted some sort of lubricant in the open end of the milking cup. It looked like he was struggling to slide the sleeve onto his engorged cock, given his thick tool was definitely larger than your average teat, but the cups seemed flexible enough, and he was eventually able to force it on. Luke’s eyes were wide open in trepidation as he felt the device being attached.
“Ready, Señor Mack?”
“I know I am, and I’ll speak for Luke since he’s got my dick in his mouth. Let her rip Miguel.”
I heard the hum of the milking machine as it started up. Luke moaned around my cock as the milker sleeve slid up his slick cock, firmly gripping his shaft before sliding back down and repeating the motion. While I couldn’t see Luke’s cock from this angle, I could see the clear tube moving up and down between his legs and hear the suction of the sleeve as it pulled and teased Luke’s throbbing cock as the motor droned on. It looked like Miguel had a remote in his hand as he adjusted the machine speed while Luke moaned loudly.
“Too fast; I want to keep Señor Luke rígido but unsatisfied. Señor Luke enjoys teasing Diego, so I think it’s fair we tease him.”
At that moment, Diego arrived, clearly out of breath from running. He was wearing bright green silk shorts and a slinky white tank top. “Oh my…” he said as he stood beside his uncle watching Luke’s cock get milked and taking in his bound naked form while he sucked my cock. “Wow, uh, hola, Señor Mack.”
I greeted Diego over the hum of the milking machine slurping and sliding up Luke’s lubed cock. Judging by his reaction, Miguel had hit on the perfect speed to keep him hard and frustrated without providing any relief. My respect for Miguel had increased today with this stroke of genius.
“Hey Diego. Glad you could make it. Help yourself to this asshole’s asshole if you’re game. It sounds like Luke has it coming from you and half the ranch.”
Diego’s face lit up in a devilish grin. “You have no idea. I would so love to stick it to this little bitch. You wouldn’t believe the shit she puts me through, when she’s just as much of a maricón as I am.” Walking around to the other end of the stand, he bent down beside Luke and spoke quietly to him while I fucked his mouth. “Hey there little man, are you ready to get fucked by a big cock? I haven’t cum in over a week, and I can’t wait to fill your boy pussy with hot Mexican cum. There’s only one catch though… you’re going to have to beg for it.”
Luke’s eyes widen in disbelief. I could tell by his expression that he had no intention of begging Diego for anything, but I had my doubts. This uncle and nephew team had proven themselves fairly resourceful to date.
Standing up and reaching into his pocket, Diego held up a bottle. “Uncle, can you shove this under the chica’s nose when I say so?”
“Sure, Diego, just tell me when.” I recognized the bottle of poppers that Diego handed to his uncle as he walked back behind Luke and stripped naked. He was dark and lean and had a think cock swinging between his legs. While he may get picked on at times for his flamboyancy, Diego was all stud under the covers.
While the milking machine tirelessly suckled on Luke’s engorged cock, Diego squirted some of the milking machine lube onto his thick uncut tool and rested it between his plump cheeks. He was leaning into Luke and sliding his thick cock along his crack while he reached down and played with his heavy balls. I could feel the vibration of his moans along my shaft as he tried not to respond to the stimulation in his overwrought state. The poor boy’s jaw must be aching by now without a break.
Diego was dragging the head of his cock across Luke’s taint while teasing his thumb around his puckered ring. He nodded at his uncle, who uncapped the bottle and shoved it under Luke’s nose, closing one nostril. “Take a deep breath, chico.” With my cock in his mouth and one nostril closed, Luke didn’t have much of a choice as he inhaled deeply. “Again.” In total, he must have taken 10 snorts as the strong chemical smell wafted throughout the barn. While he was doing this, Diego was pressing his thumb firmly into Luke’s hole, massaging and stretching his tight ring. The combination of the milker, poppers, and ass stimulation was driving him crazy as he arched his ass upwards trying to get more of Diego’s thumb in his hole or trying to shake him off; I couldn’t tell which.
Diego’s thumb was now rubbing his taint while he had two of his fingers sliding in and out of Luke’s ass. Nodding at his uncle once more, Diego’s fingers discovered Luke’s prostate at the same time as the popper rush kicked in, causing Luke to thrash and pull at his bonds on top of the stand. Diego signaled his uncle to turn up the milker as the tempo of the machine increased.
Withdrawing his fingers, Diego pressed his lubed cock head directly against Luke’s puckered hole while he pulled at his heavy, greased balls. “Again, Uncle.” This time I lost count of how many sniffs Luke took as Diego gripped his ass firmly and poked at his hole, pressing the tip of his cock into him but never fully breaching his tight ring. The hum of the milker mixed with Luke’s muffled cries and the creak of the saddle stand in the overheated barn. I could tell he was tripping on the rush of the poppers, drugs, and weed and was ready for Diego to fuck him raw but unable to do anything about it.
“What do you think Señor Luke? Are you ready to become my bitch?”
I could hear Luke whimpering as he nodded his head and tried to answer but was unable to with my cock down his throat. Finally, taking pity on the poor bastard, I pulled my cock free as he gasped and yelled, “Yes! Fuck me, please… fuck me. I need your cock in me; fuck me hard!”
Miguel was quick to shove the popper bottle up against Luke’s nose again for a few more hits as I stood back and stroked my cock in awe of what was unfolding in front of me.
“All you had to do was ask… bitch,” as Diego buried his cock to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Luke was riding another popper rush as he screamed in response. Without a pause, Diego pulled his cock out to slam it into Luke once again, and again, riding him harder than I had ever witnessed.
Luke was yelling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck…””
I was impressed with Diego’s wiry athleticism as he pummeled Luke mercilessly, taking revenge for all the taunting and abuse he had faced at the ranch, slamming his thick cock into Luke as he fucked him like a piston while his sinewy muscles strained. Both men were covered in a sheen of sweat as Diego’s hips slammed into his ass, making his powerful glutes shudder with the impact. Miguel had joined me up on the wooden box as we both jerked off watching his nephew destroy Luke’s ass.
Just as I sensed Luke might be close to cumming, Diego signaled for his uncle to turn off the milker and pulled his shaft out of Luke’s hole, leaving just the head gripped by his puckered ring. “Okay, I think that’s enough.”
I glanced down to see Luke’s eye widen in shock and disappointment seconds away from an earth-shattering orgasm as he yelled, “No…!”
“What’s the matter, bitch? Does your pussy need some more pounding? I never realized you were such a whore for cock before.”
Poor Luke was practically in tears as he whimpered, trying unsuccessfully to push back into Diego’s cock. For his part, Diego was keeping his cockhead gripped by his ass but wouldn’t give him an inch more. “Please, Diego, don’t stop. Please fuck me, I’m so close…”
“Not such a big man now, are you? It’s hard to believe you’re the same piece of shit that’s been picking on me all summer long and mistreating my Uncle and Señor Mack.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. I’ve learned my lesson, I swear, but please… fuck me!”
“So no more being a douchebag, picking on others, and making everyone’s life hell?”
“Yes, I promise!”
I could tell Diego was gently teasing his cockhead in and out of Luke’s hole with barely perceivable thrusts as they talked. It was just enough to remind him what he was missing and keep his ass teased and greased.
“Will you be my bitch and available for a fuck or to suck my cock whenever I ask?”
“Yes!” I could see Diego was pushing in slightly more and pulling back, stretching Luke’s tight ring with the head of his big cock. Luke was panting in frustration, dying to feel Diego’s tool deep inside his hole again.
“Will you do the same for my amigos?”
“Yes, but just fuck me. Please!”
“Oh, okay. I guess we can pick up where we left off then. Uncle, can you give Luke another round of poppers and then turn the milker back on? Take your time.”
While Luke sighed in relief, Miguel slowly unscrewed the popper bottle and held it up to his nose. “Okay, I’m going to want you to take 5 sniffs per nostril and hold your breath. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes, yes. Just fucking hurry!”
“Easy, boy, we’ve got lots of time.”
Luke groaned in frustration and tried to focus on one thing; Diego’s big cock slamming into his hole. When Miguel finally held up the popper bottle, Luke sniffed deeply, following his instructions to the letter. I could see Diego was still rocking and teasing his cockhead at Luke’s entrance, waiting for him to finish. Once done, Miguel told him to hold his breath as he reached for the milker remote and turned it back on, causing Luke to jump as his cock was once again sucked and teased by the machine.
Miguel smiled at Luke and said, “Okay, you can breathe.”
With an explosion of breath, Diego took the opportunity to slide back into Luke’s ass, driving his cock deep and slamming his balls against Luke’s. Luke was in heaven with Diego’s cock once again buried in his hole. “Fuck yeah… that’s it. Don’t stop, fuck me!” I couldn’t believe how thoroughly Miguel and his nephew had humiliated, punished, and owned Luke. It felt like he might actually change his behavior after this experience. Regardless, Luke was taking Diego’s big cock like a champ as he got railed by his former victim. While Miguel and I both stroked our cocks and watched, Diego gripped his ass cheeks and punished his hole.
Based on the moans coming from Diego and Luke, they were close as Diego slammed into him and, with one final scream, began to unload into his well-worn hole. Luke had also reached the point of no return as he pressed his bubble butt back into Diego’s cock, trying to get more of this wiry stud’s thick tool up his ass. His eyes were closed as he moaned and rocked while the milker worked his cock, and he climaxed for the second time today. I heard the tone of the milker change and looked up to see Luke’s thick, white load moving along the clear tubes of the milker heading for the glass holding canister. I was impressed with the size of his load making its way through the tubes.
Both Miguel and I moaned, overwhelmed by the hot scene in front of us, and with a nod to each other, began to spray our loads onto Luke’s disheveled face. Despite cumming earlier, I was still able to shoot 6 or 7 shots of thick cum across his face, but I lost count of how many blasts of cum Miguel sprayed onto him, with some even making it to his back. Cum was dripping everywhere from his face as he tried to catch his breath and see through the double facial. I leaned forward and rested my twitching cock on Luke’s lip as he latched onto my cockhead and sucked hungrily on my tool, while Miguel pressed his cock forward eager for his turn. With my cock sucked clean, he opened his mouth to let it slip free and eagerly slurped in Miguel’s cock while his nephew humped Luke’s ass, emptying the last of his load. He couldn’t get enough of our two cocks as we took turns fucking his mouth, enjoying the stimulation after our recent loads.
Luke was no longer showing any hesitancy to any of this. I realized there really was no further need of the ropes binding him to the stand, and we had definitely taught him a lesson. Hopefully, he’d make some changes in his attitude going forward and never do something as stupid as doping Shadow again. Also, I had the feeling Luke might be up for more action regardless of whether we forced it on him or not.
“Hold on, Luke, I’m going to untie you so you can clean up your face,” as I reached for the ropes binding Luke’s powerful arms.
“Wait, Mack! Um… hold on.”
I paused while reaching for the knots to look up at him. “Yeah, what is it Luke? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m good. I just, uh… wanted to ask you something first.”
“Sure, man, go for it.”
“Okay, first of all, I know I’ve been an asshole this summer, but I was hurt and angry that Sam would bring in outside help for Moon Shadow, and when you showed up after meeting you the night before, I couldn’t believe my shitty luck. The hot guy I had been flirting with, who ran out on me without saying goodbye, shows up at Sam’s. I was more angry at myself than anything, but I decided to take it out on you, along with the rest of the ranch, and I realize now that was unfair.”
Noting that Luke had called me a hot guy, I replied, “Hey, that’s okay, Luke. I wish I had handled things differently. I really wanted to get to know the friendly, handsome cowboy at the bar, and I wish I had stayed. Let’s just say we both could have handled things differently. Can I untie you now?”
“No, wait, that’s just it; that’s what I wanted to ask you. Truth be told, I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. Despite the effort I’ve put into being a dick since you arrived, I’ve never stopped checking you out and wishing we could get together. When I first realized I was tied to the bench, I thought I was having a horny bondage dream where you were going to do hot things to my body and make me beg to cum. To be honest, I’ve had quite a few hot dreams about you, including one recent wet dream. When I realized I actually was tied up hard and naked with you playing with my cock and blowing on my ass, I thought I might actually shoot my load on the spot.” Taking a deep breath, Luke finished. “What I’m trying to say is… can you keep me tied up and punish me some more? I want it so bad, Mack, and my cock is still hard as a rock.”
I looked at Luke’s cum-covered face in shock. Was this hot, muscled, stud who probably weighed twice as much as I did, asking us to keep him bound and tease, torment, and fuck him some more? I felt my cock lurch, and a glob of pre-cum oozed from the head of my still hard cock. “Are you sure, Luke? It might just be the drugs talking. Maybe we should wait until they wear off first?”
“Oh, the drugs are making me feel things alright; my cock feels like a fucking tire iron, but it’s just dialing up what is already there. I’ve never been so horny in my life despite what you’ve already done to me, and the idea of having you, along with Diego and Miguel, tease and… dominate me while I’m helpless makes me hotter than a bitch in heat. This is more than the drugs, Mack. I want this, and while I’ve never said this to anyone before, I want all three of you to fucking own me. I want it and need it so bad, even if I’m surprised to hear those words coming out of my mouth.
“Fuck, Luke, I think that can be arranged. Right, boys?” Miguel and Diego grinned back in agreement.
“Thank you, Mack. I have one confession to make though… I never doped Shadow. I tried to tell you before, but you gagged me and then kept my mouth filled with cock. After that, it didn’t really matter anymore.”
“What do you mean you didn’t drug Moon Shadow? You told me you had drugged his water pail. That’s why I asked Sam to postpone the race, spiked your beer, and, you know… tied you up. Didn’t you dope Moon Shadow’s water?”
“No, I mean yes. I mean, I mixed up the drugs in my water bottle and poured most of it into his drinking pail, but I couldn’t give it to him even to make you look bad and poured it out at the last minute. I feel like a shit for even considering it.”
I looked at Luke in shock, realizing we had little justification for drugging and restraining this man all afternoon.
“Shit, Luke, I was out of line to put you through what we did. I should have just talked to you.”
“Fuck no, Mack. I wouldn’t change a thing about the last couple hours, and I’m looking forward to the next few, if you guys are still willing.”
“I don’t know Miguel and Diego; he still sounds like a bossy bitch to me. Maybe we’d better put the gag back in and teach him a few more lessons, but we should probably clean up his face first.”
We heard a voice say, “I’ll do it,” and looked up to see Sam back in the barn, with his fly unzipped and his hard cock in his hand as he watched us.
“Sorry, boys, I couldn’t keep away. I’d be happy to clean up Luke’s face and then gag him for you.”
“Go for it, boss, he’s all yours.” Sam smiled and walked over to Luke and crouched down on the box to examine his cum-covered face.
“Here, boy, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Meanwhile, Diego had finally slipped his cock from Luke’s abused ass and stepped down while Miguel adjusted the speed of the milker still faithfully sliding up and down Luke’s rigid cock, sucking and slurping at his greased cock. Miguel slapped his beefy ass and said, “Anybody mind if I take a ride on this colt? Other than Sam, I think I’m the only one who hasn’t fucked him yet.”
“I was thinking of doing another round, but be my guest Miguel; I’ll take the next shift.”
Miguel moved into position and started to slide his still hard cock into Luke’s slick hole as he groaned, and Diego grabbed the bottle of poppers. Looking up at me, Miguel shyly offered, “If you don’t feel like waiting, Señor Mack, you don’t need to,” as he indicated the space behind him.
Surprised but turned on by his offer, I responded, “Hell yeah, why not,” as I dragged another wooden box into position behind Miguel and climbed up behind the wiry Mexican, sliding my lubed hard cock up and down his the crack in his muscular ass.
I heard moaning and looked up to see Sam was energetically cleaning up the cum from Luke’s face with his tongue, pausing to share the cum with Luke in a passionate kiss as their tongues intermingled. Sam seemed determined to lick up every drop as he methodically moved across his face, loudly slurping and swallowing our loads and pausing to share it with Luke. It was kind of hot watching my boss eat my load again, along with Miguel’s. The man loved cum, apparently.
“Nephew, bring me that little bottle. Señor Mack has a grande pene, and I may need some courage.” With my cock eagerly pressing against Miguel’s puckered rim, he took a deep sniff of poppers, repeating with the other nostril and then doing it again. He handed the bottle back to Diego and let out his breath, turning to me, “Now, Señor. I am ready.”
As my cock pressed forward, stretching Miguel’s hole, my weight pushed him into Luke. It felt like I was fucking both of them as they both moaned in pleasure. I pulled back and repeated my thrust into Miguel, forcing him to do the same to Luke. What a fucking rush. Diego took the opportunity to crouch down behind me and shove his tongue into my crack while playing with my low-hanging balls. Oh yeah. I was moaning as I slid into Miguel’s tight hole and on the return as Diego slobbered around my hole and stretched my tight ring with his tongue. Fuck, this boy could eat ass.
After thoroughly stretching my hole with his tongue, I felt Diego jump up onto the box behind me as he gripped my hips and positioned his lubed cock between my cheeks. What the hell? This time as I pulled my dick from Miguel’s ass, I was greeted by a thick cockhead, pressing into my hole.
“Señor, snort some of this,” as Diego held up the poppers to my nose. I was enjoying fucking Miguel and Luke by extension too much to protest. Fuck it. I grabbed the bottle and sniffed deeply, pulling the strong fumes into my lungs. “Again, Señor Mack.” I did what he asked and deeply inhaled more of the poppers. “Hold your breath… okay, now, let it out.” I hadn’t taken poppers for years and was surprised by the force of the rush that hit me. My cock throbbed deliciously at the sensation of sliding my shaft into Miguel’s tight hole. More importantly, I felt my tight ring relax as Diego pressed into me with his thick cock. Why did this feel so good? I was strictly a top!
“Oh fuck… what are you doing to me, Diego? Damn.” I was riding the popper rush and getting off on the sensation of Diego sliding his big cock into me, filling my hole and driving my own cock forward into Miguel. All I had to do was stand still while Diego fucked me and his uncle impaled himself on my cock as my nerve endings soared. I noticed Sam had finished cleaning up Luke and was now gagging him with his dick. I guess we weren’t specific on what to use for a gag. All five of us were groaning as we moved in sync in the heat of the barn. The poor saddle stand was creaking and wobbling with the force of our fucking, while the damn milker mercilessly churned away on Luke’s ever-hard cock while he moaned around Sam’s cock as he fucked his mouth.
I couldn’t believe I was getting fucked by Miguel’s flamboyant nephew, but I was loving it regardless. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the ride sandwiched between a Mexican torta while my sexy cowboy got pounded and milked again. It even crossed my mind that I might let the newly rehabilitated Luke fuck me with his big cock at some point, if it felt this good. Maybe he wasn’t the only colt to be broken today, but either way, I was looking forward to spending more time with my cowboy.
I felt Diego’s grip increase as he moaned loudly and sprayed a hot load of cum in my ass. I couldn’t take any more stimulation and shot my third load of the day into the older Mexican as my hole clenched tightly around Diego’s spasming cock. I heard Miguel, Luke and Sam moaning as they soon afterwards shot their loads and once again I was fascinated watching Luke’s load move along the clear tubing heading for the milking machine reservoir while Sam pulled his cock out of Luke’s mouth and sprayed cum all over his just cleaned face.
As we collectively caught our breath and untangled our dicks from each other, I looked up to see Sam licking his own cum off Luke’s face and sharing it with him in a sloppy cum kiss. I was starting to get the idea that Sam was a bit of cum pig. “You know, Boss, we can get you a rag if you’d rather.”
Grinning, Sam licked his lips, swallowed, and said, “I prefer the personal touch, Mack. Never let it be said that one of my colts was rode hard and put away wet. Now speaking of loads, how about some of that fresh cream you promised me?” as he eyed my plump, but well-used cock. Fuck, I was going to need some of Luke’s Viagra at this rate. It was going to be a long, hot, sweaty afternoon but luckily I loved my job.
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