At the Rodeo (Part One and all subsequent parts)

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Clive had no choice but to join his new friends at the Friday night rodeo. Perhaps friends was not the appropriate word, for he had just been brought three nights before to the ranch where they worked. His Master for three years had brought him there out of exasperation at his recent behavior of staying out late and not being home when the tiring days at his dental office were over.

To discipline Clive and turn him into a cowboy the dentist had chosen Texas Cowboy whom he admired for his physical prowess and, he told everyone, the most stunningly sexy good looks and the most gigantic cock and balls that strained every fibre in his two sizes too tight Wrangs and equally skintight chaps. "I want Clive to get a daily bullwhipping, be put in a humbler every night and forced to wear Wrangs three sizes too small until he learns how to be a responsible young man. If it takes a month or a year, then that's how I wanted him treated."

Now Clive had listened for three years to the dentist telling everyone about the sexiest cowboy in the whole of North, Central and South America and he had grown enormously jealous of the 26-year-old Texas Cowboy. In fact, just being put in his charge and being subject to his bullwhippings and humblerings was so painful for him to contemplate that even as they had driven up the mile-long lane he was thinking of how he might escape from the power his enemy was to have over him.

But there was no way he could see to escape. At least not yet. He had no vehicle. He had no money since the dentist had stripped him of every cent in his jeans and cut up his credit card before they had left the loft to drive to the ranch. Of course, the banker had contacted Texas Cowboy before bringing Clive to the ranch and he had asked this most sexy man he knew if he would have a pair of old, full of holes, faded almost white and three sizes too small Wranglers for Clive to wear. "He's not bringing one pair of jeans with him. You know the kind I mean; they show off half his ass and look like they're going to fall to the ground every step he takes. Real jeans. Wrangs or levis. They're what he's going to wear."

So there Clive was. Naked before Texas Cowboy (known as TC) and the other cowboys who worked on the ranch: TC's lover Jake, JJ,and Dean. All of them sexy, physically among the most handsome guys one could find in any Movie Magazine, and, like TC, wearing Wrangs and chaps that fit tighter than leotards. And three-inch high heeled pointy toed cowboy boots.

 

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Re: At the Rodeo (Part Two)

When the dentist left the ranch, Clive experienced a sense of loss and of foreboding such as he had not even felt when his step-father lashed his ass trapped in the skintight jeans he was wearing and told him to get out and never come back. Here he was in a place where he really only knew one person: TC. and his feelings toward him were anything but pleasant. And after the rear lights of the Mercedes had disappeared, TC had firmly ordered him to put on the skintight Wrangs that were three sizes too tight and the pair of too tight cowboy boots he was lending him until the dentist brought him new Wrangs and boots.

Once he had managed to worm his legs, package and ass into the Wrangs, TC introduced him to the other cowboys and then showed him the mattress he would be sleeping on. It lay between Dean's and JJ's. As they stretched out on the mattresses before falling asleep, these two cowboys talked to him in a low voice and tried to convince him that TC was a decent person to deal with. They told him how he had helped them in the lowest times in their lives and they were certain he would help him as well. But in his heart he was not at all convinced.

And when TC fastened his balls in the humbler as the dentist had insisted, the discomfort almost brought tears tumbling down his cheeks. But he found an inner strength he did not know he possessed and this strength prevented the tears from flowing openly.

The next morning seemed to come with the speed of a bullet from a rifle; and before he could barely open his eyes in the unaccustomed setting, TC ordered him to the whipping post for the five lashes he stroked on his ass. And when the whipping was done, he realized TC had only given him half of what the dentist had told him to. This fact was not lost on him. And while he still considered TC the enemy, he realized, despite himself, that maybe there was a generosity of spirit in him after all.

TC put him to work cleaning out the stables, a job that soom saw him covered in shit and piss and the smell just would not seem to go away even when he shucked the jeans and chaps he had been wearing and showered just as the other cowboys did. And unselfconsciously they spent the rest of the evening naked. And they suggested he do the same. And as they ate and moved around, he was quietly conscious his cock and balls were as impressive as those of the other cowboys.

Maybe TC was slightly more endowed but he did not seem to be by that much nor did he seem to display either a conscious or unconscious sense of superiority over his longer, fatter and stiff as steel cock that stood up well beyond his navel. All of the cowboys, he could see, had pretty impressive cocks and balls. And he also took note of the fact their asses were also pretty spectacular both in tightness and sexiness. Two-apple asses with a valley between was the way he thought of them. JJ's ass was slightly different in shape and size so that there was less of a crack obvious, but it was a very sexy ass and one that would have been very easily stung froma bullwhipping or even a hand spanking.

Wrangs and chaps, he realized, in concert with hight-heeled cowboy boots created a most sexy package. Wrangs, chaps and boots he said to himself he would be very pleased to wear. That combination would surely turn heads and elicit whistles and pinches as he walked around the rodeo grounds and stood against a fense with his legs spead apart and his cock and balls on display. And he said to himself that once in a while he would turn around so that his sexy ass acrack would be visible.

When Friday night came, TC and the other cowboys did not shower before supper. "We get all covered in bullwhit, horseshit and piss and mud in the rodeo exercises," TC told him. "So we wait till we get home to clean up. But, Clive, since you won't be participating in the contests tonight, you can shower if you please."

So Clive did shower and TC loaned him another pair of Wrangs, superskintight faded, clean, and with several holes in the ass through which his cheeks pressed, giving him a very sexy appearance and also seeming to convey a message of "If you want to fuck me, I'm available." A message that was far from the truth but which was going to cause problems for him before the night was over.

 

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Re: At the Rodeo (Part Three)

Just as the bull riding contests began, one of which TC was going to participate in, as were Jake, JJ and Dale - the latter two against TC's advice.
"You aren't really experienced enough yet," he cautioned but his words of advice were to no avail. Compete they had planned to do all week and compete they were going to do.

TC looked around at this point to see where Clive was and how he was faring. After all, he knew no one other than the four cowboys he had come with. But he was no where to be found. So he decided he'd better go looking for him. Trouble was not something he wanted the young man to get involved in and trouble was something easily found at an event like this.

As he rounded the corner of one of the trailers parked just to the east of the gate, he came across a scene that made him very angry. Two youngish cowboys he did not recognize were pushing their thumbs into the larger holes in the ass of Clive's Wrangs and saying, "Come on, Boy, you want it bad or you wouldn't be prancing around in Wrangs with the ass half out."

"Leave me alone," Clive was practically crying as he begged them to stop.

"Ah, shucks, Boi," the six footer snarled, "you wouldn't be strutting around in Wrangs like the ones you're wearing if you didn't want it bad. And getting it from two of the hungriest, fattest cocks in the county is what you're going to get. Now cooperate and peel down those chaps and Wrangs before we slice them off you."

At this moment TC leapt into the center of the attack and landed a punch on the nose of the six-footer. The other cowboy, perhaps three inches taller, landed a kick up TC's asshole, sending him forward onto his hands and knees.

His attacker started to land another kick up TC's asshole when the county lawman appeared, blew a whistle and halted the fight. "Now, for causing a disturbance I'm going to take you to the Enforcer for a bull whipping. I could put the four of you in jail for the weekend but it's pretty full as it is. So climb into my van and I'll drive you to the Enforcer for a bull whipping you won't forget."

And within 20 minutes TC and Clive had their cocks lashed together, their wrists over their heads fastened in chains that descended from a rafter and each was lashed eight times on the ass with a 12-foot bullwhip. Both cowboys spurted cum after the third lash struck their asses. Neither cowboy made a sound as the bullwhip shrieked through the air and landed on their tight, sexy cute asses.

Then it was the turn of the two cowboys who had wanted to fuck Clive. "For your part as the attackers," the lawman said, "I have asked the Enforcer to lay 15 strokes on your bare asses. So with their wrists bound as TC's and Clive's had been, they were slashed 15 times on their ass cheeks that turned fiery red from the bullwhip as it struck. They, too, spurted cum after the third stroke of the bullwhip and their chests were soaked in their man juices as they let out yelps and yowls after stroke number five.

Once bull whipped and back in the van trying to sit so as not to touch the seat, all four cowboys went back to the rodeo. There, TC discovered, he was too late for his event. JJHis three cowboy buddies had tried to win their events and none had. So Jake had received five strokes of the bullwhip, JJ had been bull whipped nine times and Dean 14. They were, like TC, sporting lash marks and wore them with a certain pride in that they had at least tried.

But they were full of pity for the young cowboy who had lost so badly he had been given 27 lashes of the bullwhip. His ass was so striped that he could not pull hos Wrangs and chaps back on and had to be driven back to his ranch lying naked on the box of a half ton truck.

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Part Four​

As the five cowboys were driving back to the ranch, they told one another about times they had been spanked, horsewhipped or bull whipped in their young lives.

TC told them that the custom of branding and bull whipping 18-year-olds was a long established one in his family and, indeed, throughout that part of the state where he lived.

On the very day he achieved this milestone of a birthday he was taken to the yard where barrels were placed under rain spouts to collect valued rainwater.

These barrels of water filled such functions as serving as places to cool off if a cowboy had been riding the range in an extremely hot day. A plunge in the rainwater acted as a very welcome cooling agent.

Sometimes before going to a dance a plunge in the rain barrel in one's Wrangs or shrink-to-fit levi 501s tightened the jeans even more so that cocks, balls and ass cracks were more pronounced. Ever tighter Wrangs or 501s could lead to a fucking or, if desired, a bull whipping - such activities would lead to a flow of cum that gave an immeasurable feeling of pleasure in the loins that words simply could not describe.

But for him on that day of reaching manhood the rain barrel had served as a place to cool off his ass once it had been branded and bull whipped.

Dean told of times when he had talked back to whoever he happened to be working for as he tried to make a living when barely out of high school at age 18. He was a rebellious young man who did not take to being told what to do with any ease or grace. Such talking-back would lead to his employer giving him the toe of his pointy toed cowboy boot up his ass and his landing on the ground on his hands and knees with more kicks assaulting his rosebud and his being told to get on the road at once.

JJ told a somewhat similar story as Dean's. He was. like Dean, a handsome young man and was frequently assaulted but was not willing to let just anybody peel down his skintight Wrangs and "take" him. He was particular about giving himself to anyone just for pleasure or money. Only when TC had rescued him and brought him to the ranch did he have any sense of giving himself to the guys he was living and working with.

There really was no need for Boi (or Clive) to tell his story to his companions, for they knew it well. He was hopeful for a future that would enable him to live a good life. He was not sure of a future with the dentist, but he was still hopeful something could be worked out. Living with the cowboys he was with he had expected to be a painful, unpleasant experience. However, he told the guys he was feeling much more one of them. And he added, "I really like wearing the skintight Wrangs and chaps and five-inch high heeled cowboy boots."

Jake was the last to speak about his experience. And as he said, he thought all of them had heard his story before. He had been disciplined on a weekly basis and he said it had helped him come to an understanding of what was important. For him any bad times he might have experienced - all in the belief he needed discipline - were assuaged by the love he had for TC and he believed TC had for him.

Just as he said he thought all of them were the nicest, sexiest guys any man could ask for, they noticed a pair of truck lights that seemed to be those of a vehicle off the road - or nearly so. "We'd better stop and see if we can help," TC said as they neared the vehicle.

 

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Re: At the Rodeo (Part Five)

The five cowboys were within 10 minutesof the gate that led to the ranch where they planned to turn in as quickly as possible. But they stopped when they saw the half-ton truck in whose truckbox the badly whipped cowboy was being driven home. The driver had pulled over onto the shoulder of the the highway because the engine had sputtered and then died. "It sounds like dirt in the carburetor," he said. "And I don't think there's much I can do about it until morning."

With these words the cowboy lying on his stomach said with a hint of panic in his voice, "When I get home my father's going to slice my ass and back with a dozen more strokes of his bullwhip for losing the competition so badly. And if I don't get home until tomorrow, he'll add a dozen more strokes."

At this point TC suggested the badly whipped cowboy and the truck driver come to the ranch with the five of them. "We'll share our mattresses with you," he offered. "And in the morning we'll get your truck working again. And we'll drive you home and explain to your father what happened."

"I'll call my girlfriend to come and get me," the driver said. "And I'll look after getting my truck running again."

And so the five cowboys with the badly whipped young cowboy arrived at the ranch and very gingerly placed the visiting cowboy on the mattress beside JJ.

TC rubbed oliveira on the whipmarks of their guest and of all the cowboys who had been bullwhipped. And Clive said he wished to say something he wanted all of them to hear. "I have an apology to make to TC."

"And it is this," he said with a quiver in his voice that spoke both to an inherent shyness and to the depth of his feelings. "I had TC pegged completely wrong. I admit I was jealous of him. And it was because the dentist talked about him all the time. He was the most handsome, the most sexy cowboy in all the world. Those words made me hate him. And to make me subject to his discipline was something i felt the dentist did out of spite."

"But now I see him totally different," he concluded, "I admire him and want to be like him. And I can only say to Jake, 'You're the luckiest man in the world to have him care for you the way he does.'"

And JJ and Dean added to Clive's remarks their gratitude to TC for what he had done in rescuing them from uncertain fates and helping them look to the future with a hope they had not felt before he befriended them

Handsome, sexy cowboys with futures because of him filled them with a gratitude they were able to express in a most sincere manner. "Not that we didn't feel this way before," they said, "but Clyde's words gave us the courage to say thank you too."

And with the ministrations of oliverira and words of thanks the six cowboys fell asleep. And some of them snored.

 

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Re: At the Rodeo (Part Six)

Once the cattle auction was over, Texas Cowboy (TC) went looking for Jake so they could go back to the ranch and get something to eat before going to bed. In fact, it was the thought of lying with his cock inside Jake that was what really motivating him. He caught sight of "his"cowboy just as he disappeared around the cattle holding pen with the crack seam in his Wrangs clearly visible in that portion of his skintight Wrangs not concealed by his skintight chaps. The movement of Jake's ass was so enticing that his cock and balls immediately stiffened to their 12.5-inch length.

By the time he rounded the building in pursuit of his young, sexy handsome lover, he saw a cowboy he did not personally know take a swing at him for no apparent reason, sending him down the soup of mud, piss and bullshit covering the wayway. For a second TC could not think of a reason why he would assault Jake.

But a second's reflection did result in his thinking of a reason for the haymaker: Jealousy on the part of this cowboy he did not know. During the auction he had noticed the stares he had been giving him. And he must have thought he was a more sexy companion than Jake was.

His eyes had blatantly examined TC's package that was obviously stretching the crotch of his Wrangs to the limit. And since the package was obviously so huge and tantalizing for a cowboy who would like to be fucked by such equipment, it was only natural for him to be extremely jealous of TC's and Jake's open affection for each other.

It only took another second for TC to realize that the haymaker to Jake's jaw was meant to show that this "shrimp," as he called him, was not worthy of a man with such magnificent equipment. His reasoning must have caused him to think with his stiff cock and massive handful of balls and especially deep crack would be more to TC's liking.

But his reasoning was faulty, for nothing could come between TC and Jake.

So TC rushed to Jake's defence, only to have the cowboy take a swing at him. He grabbed his attacker by the wrist and he, in turn, grabbed TC's elbow causing him to fall down into the soup of mud, piss and bullshit that covered the walkway. There was no way TC's 5-inch heeled cowboy boots could provide the stability for him to stand up. And as he fell, the attacking cowboy fell into the soup as well.

The two of them were exchanging blows when suddenly a bullwhip cutting the air struck them on that portion of their asses not protected by their chaps - and they stopped the haymakers at once. When they saw it was the law man who had wielded the bullwhip, they stopped punching each other and stood up, dripping the foul mixture they had been fighting in.

Without pausing more than a second the lawman ordered them to get into his van. But as the side door slid open, he ordered them to strip before entering the vehicle. He produced large garbage bags and told them they could put their jeans, chaps and boots in them if they wished to, but no way was he going to allow their filthy clothes and boots foul his van.

They did as he suggested and then climbed into the van, all the while taking note of the size of their opponent's ock and balls.

Once at the Enforcer's yard with its whipping posts and benches over which cowboys who were to be ass-whipped only could be tied down, the law man ordered them to get out of the van and proceed to the whipping post for a sound thrashing. "We can't have the peace and good order of our community be disturbed by the likes of you," he opined. "And since you need to be taught a sound lesson, I am asking the Enforcer to administer sound bullwhippings to you both."

As the Enforcer lashed their cocks together and tied their wrists to ropes descending from a beam that was held up by two seven-foot posts, the law man said, "I want you to give eah of these bad boys at least 20 lashes with your 12-foot bullwhip. And when you've done I want them to take turns licking the bullwhip clean. And before you start, I want each of them to kiss the bullwhip as well. Nothing's too good to teach these young hellions I won't have such fighting going on in my jurisdiction."

So they were bullwhipped with the whip descending intermittently. The Enforcer whipped them this way so they would not know when they were going to be slashed, thereby increasing the sense of fear they were feeling. And as always occurs when a cowboy (or any guy) is bullwhipped, after the third stroke cum started flowing. And as it did it spewed onto the stomachs and loins of the two 'bad boys," as the law man had called them.

After 20 to 22 strokes (the Enforcer lost count so engrossed was he in the stiffness of the cowboys' cocks and the flow of cum from them), the whipping stopped and the two "bad boys" were released. However, as requested, they had to lick the bullwhip clean its entire 12-feet before they were allowed to step out of the circle the Enforcer had marked for those being bullwhipped to stand.

The cowboy who was a stranger to TC and Jake half-knelt and half-stood over a nearby bench while Jake, who had followed the law man's van, helped a naked TC into his half-ton truck and drove him back to the ranch.

In obvious pain from one of the heaviest bull whippings he had received up to that time, TC lay on his stomach on the mattress he slept on and Jake could think of no other way to relieve his pain than to lick his back and ass with his tongue. This act born of love for his suffering lover he carried on for as gong as he felt it necessary and as gently as he could.

He continued this ministration until the sun announced its return and the cowboy he loved more than himself fell into a fitful sleep.







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Re: At the Rodeo (Part seven)

Texas Cowboy (TC) won last night's bull riding contest. And it was before a capacity audience that cheered him raucously as he picked up his hat even though the bull was still in the ring and strutted nonchalantly in his bullwhit and piss covered Wrangs toward the gate. On total display in the tightest jeans worn by any cowboy around were his 13-inch cock, two pounds of balls, and two-apple ass jiggling on either side of his deep crack. As well, his golden hair cascaded to his waist.

His raw sexuality was both admired and frowned upon. As he climbed over the gate to join Jake, who loved him totally, many women whistled but a few older cowboys remarked if he was their son they'd bullwhip him all the way to the barbershop and to the drygoods store for a pair of Wrangs at least a size bigger. "But you gotta admit he's one sexy cowboy," one of the men remarked with a chuckle.

As the winner of the bullriding contest, TC had the responsibility and privilege of bullwhipping the loser, a giant of a cowboy who stood at least 6 ft. 7 in. tall, and that not even in his cowboy boots. Accoding to custom, the loser stripped naked for his bullwhipping and, as he did, everyone admired the huge cock and balls that popped out of his Wrangs as he unzipped the crotch and peeled them off.

As he was tied to the whipping post. he snarled at TC that he'd get even with him before the night was out. While he was bullwhipping the giant, TC could tell from the angry look on his face that he really meant what he said about paying him back. Even with just four strokes of the bullwhip the giant's cock had stiffened and shot a gob of cum that, had it been measured, would have filled a quart milk bottle.

It was TC's experience that cowboys, and that included TC, accepted their bullwhippings when losing contests and did not hold their whipping against those who won. And it was a fact that there were few - if any - cowboys who took part in rodeo events who had not been a loser and consequently given as many as 27 lashes of the bullwhip.

The next contest that TC took part in was a steer wrestling one and this contest TC lost. So it was his turn to strip for his bullwhipping. Although 5 ft. 10 in. tall - as already described - his package was huge and there were whistles of admiration as he peeled off his Wrangs, chaps and boots and moved to the whipping post to which he was tied. The number of strokes the winner was entitled to give him was 11, and he took them with as few heavy breathing sounds as a cowboy who'd been bullwhipped many times could be expected to make. And as always, his cock spewed gobs of cum after a couple of strokes of the bullwhip lashed his ass.

His grace in taking a whipping was noted by the onlookers and some of them exclaimed that TC was one cowboy who never complained about being bullwhipped when he lost a contest. One astute older cowboy who had said he should be bullwhipped and taken to a barber also remarked, "Maybe he secretly likes being bullwhipped. I think his cock almost doubled in length when the bullwhip struck that tight little ass of his. Didn't any of the rest of you notice it? And did you notice how much cum that spewed from his cock like a flash of lightning?"

Once his whipping was over and he was untied from the whipping post, he started to pick up his hat, Wrangs, chaps and boots. But before he could straighten up, he felt an arm encircle his waist and he was lifted off his feet. "It's payback time," the giant said as he straightened TC up and put his arms under his armpits.

With his feet off the ground and pinioned by the giant, TC was helpless to do anything to protect himself. In a matter of seconds he felt the man's massive, stiff cock plunging into and through his asshole. Without benefit even of spit he drove his tool into TC and he fucked him mercilessly. It seemed to TC he was going to explode from the fucking and his legs swung helplessly off the ground and his cock seemed on the point of getting so stiff and huge that it was going to strike his nipples as it grew longer, harder and swung in the shaking he was getting.

Cum shot out of his cockslit and soaked his chest. his chin and even his mouth and plugged his nostrils. "What a peanut you've got for an excuse of a cock, you little shrimp!" he said derisively as he continued to fuck TC and deride what he called a few drops of milk even though huge gobs of cum continued spurting.

"I'm gonna milk you as dry as the Gobi desert," he said. "You won't be able to get that peanut up for months once I've finished fucking your puny asshole!" he crowed.

Finally he dropped TC to the ground and kicked his ass over to the place where TC's jeans, chaps, boots and hat were lying.

Finally he turned away from TC and Jake came to rescue, supporting him and picking up his clothes and boots. He then drove him back to the ranch. There he put him in a barrel of water still warm from the sun and washed him, including cleansing his bowel as best he could.

Once TC slept through the night and partially recovered from his fucking and bullwhipping, he told Jake being fucked that way was an experience he thought he would like to have. "And," he said, "Jake, if you'd like, I'll fuck you that way tonight."

 

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Sonnet for Texas Cowboy

His cock and balls are worn in Wrangs tight, tight;
his ass resembles apples on a branch
and hang between a crack that shows them off
in jeans that are painted on in as light
a blue as sky; and his 10-inch cock with balls
his skintight muscled thighs in chaps push up
and out for all to see and want to squeeze
until they spurt. And when a bullwhip falls
upon his ass and his Wrangs are left in shreds,
they are both appalled yet hardened by the sight
of one so handsome, sexy and bullwhipped.
They also note how sexily he treads
across the world. "He moves," they say, "as light
as Nureyev, his crack-long hair sun dripped."