Path To Redemption - All Parts

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Path To Redemption - The Full Story


Path to Redemption - Part One


For two years Clive was a dentist's boy. He did not consider himself in a master-slave relationship though he always did what was asked of him. Like always putting on a g-string and serving drinks whenever a group of the dentist's friends were invited for a long leisurely dinner. Or always putting pillows under his washboard stomach so he would be completely available whenever the dentist wanted to take him - something that happened at least twice in the evening during workdays and possibly a dozen times over the weekend when the dentist was rested.

However, as the two years merged into three Clive had found himself growing bored with the routine that had been established and which did not seem to change. He was 23 and wanted to go to bars and to movies if not every night then fairly frequently. But the dentist always came home exhausted and ignored Clive's hints that it would be enjoyable if they were to go out to dinner, a movie and then to a bar. And unspoken but a real desire on Clive's part to show off his well shaped body in the leather jeans the dentist paid $450 dollars for.

And there was the image of the young Texas Cowboy at the ranch the dentist and Clive sometimes visited. The dentist thought this cowboy was the most handsome, sexiest man in the state of Texas if not the entire world. To Clive's great annoyance the dentist was forever praising the looks and sexiness of this individual whom Clive thought of as a rival.

"The way his huge ballbusting belt buckle emphasizes his massive cock and balls onto which it rests has to be seen to be believed," the dentist said every opportunity he had to mention this rival. And invariably he would continue,"He's got butt-crack long golden hair that falls from his cowboy hat like rays of morning sunlight. And the crack seam of his unbelievably super skintight Wrangs exposes a pair of the cutest, sexiest apple-shaped buns a man could ever want to spank or bury his cock in."

Now Clive thought of himself as one of the sexiest looking guys to be found anywhere. In his low-rise super super skintight jeans that exposed a half of his bare ass and displayed a hefty portion of his crack and butt hole Clive knew he was oogled by both men and women whenever he walked down a street or the corridor of a mall. But to his frustration it was that sexy and obviously horny Texas Cowboy on a ranch two hours away that the dentist kept raving about.

Growing bored at the unchanging routine, Clive proudly saw for himself that his daily weight lifting was further developing his muscular body and, he hoped, was increasing the dentist's desire to have him stay with him forever. With this objective in mind he spent more and more time in the gym just down the street from the dentist's office. And since most of the gay men in the professions were busy working all day, the gym's clientele was almost exclusively their young men who talked unceasingly about the men whose boys they were.

This daily physical activity created extremely attractive, physically fit youing men: Asses that were as firm as two apples placed side by side, thighs so well developed the seams of their painted on jeans were always at the bursting point, and chests and arms that were as well developed as any boxer, movie star, hockey or baseball player.

For the dentist, however, it was that Texas Cowboy who totally captivated him - and no matter how much more toned Clive's body became, it was always that damned cowboy on ranch two hours away.

Now the dentist himself was a very sexy individual. At work he wore skintight jeans and cowboy boots (with pointy toes and three-inch heels), but his white dentist's smock covered his torso and fell to just below his ass and concealed a very large package and a tight butt with a deep crack seam that divided two sexily shaped buns.

Once his patients had departed for the day and he had taken off his smock, he could not resist examining himself in the two-way mirror that hung behind the door of his private office space. And he had to admit to himself that he was an extremely well built man. His hair, while a respectable length for his patients, touched the base of his shirt collar, was a beautifully coifed, coppery adornment to a face that resembled the famous movie star whose last name, he thought, was Cruise.

After returning to his condo and, once again not finding Clive in his leather jeans displaying half his sexy ass and asscrack, the dentist decided then and there he'd had enough of the young man's ignoring his wishes. And when Clive opened the door and backed into the hallway to display his seductive ass, the dentist coldly told him he had had enough of his being absent when he should not be. "And now," he said to the young man who realized he was in deep, deep trouble, " "I want you to gather up your possessions at once and bring them and yourself to my car. It's parked at the front door downstairs."

"I've had enough of your not being here when I return from a long, hard day's work," the dentist said again with ice in his voice. I'm taking you to Texas Cowboy who's agreed to train you to be a cowboy. And if you don't want to be trained by him, you can take to the road and never come back here again."

"That's the way it's going to be," the dentist continued. "Do I make myself clear?"

No matter what Clive did - like making sure the dentist saw his generously sized package that stretched to the bursting point his super super skintight jeans as he opened the trunk of the Mercedes - did not change the dentist's mind. The outline of his cock and the totally visible sac of balls did not work the magic it had countless times before.

Realizing the dentist was totally serious, Clive picked up his two bags and thrust them into the spotless empty trunk of the Silver Mercedes. All his worldly possession were in them: His three pairs of denim Rufskin jeans, his two pairs of leather jeans. His jean jacket and a half-dozen wife-beaters and three-leather g-strings.

He was wearing his square-toed motorcycle boots because he knew the dentist liked to see him wearing them. But boots, asscrack revealed, cock at full hardness - nothing was to any avail.

"Come on and get in the car," the dentist screamed in his frustration. "I want to get you to the ranch before Texas Cowboy and the other cowboys are in bed. They're not like you - getting up half way through the morning and having a leisurely shower and the finest of coffees. They can't lie in bed like you've been doing for the past three years!!!"

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part One)

Yee haw! Cowboys are sexy!

 

[Whipped]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part One)

Thanks. Certainly the cowboys in this story are the sexiest guys around. Their Wrangs and chaps display the largest bulges and cracks one can imagine.

 

[Whipped]

PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Two)


The sun was about half an hour from setting when the dentist turned into the mile-long road that led to the bunkhouse where four cowboys lived: Texas Cowboy (the acknowledged leader of the quartet), Brock (the cowboy he was deeply in love with and who loved him just as passionately), DJ (the young cowboy whom Texas Cowboy had rescued at the County Enforcer's after a severe bullwhipping), and Dale (another young cowboy Texas Cowboy had rescued from doing jail time for helping himself to a sandwich when he was nearly dead from hunger).

All of these cowboys were very good looking, sexy men. But Texas Cowboy with a 13-inch cock and balls the size of two grapefruit was the acknowledged leader of the group. Super skintight Wrangs and chaps emphasized the cute, sexy, tight asses of all four cowboys. Like all cowboys who spent endless hours in the saddle, their asses reflected their profession which their skintight Wrangs shamelessly displayed."Yer asses looks like youse stuck two apples inside yer jeans then placed them side by side leavin’ just enough room for your crack seam to seal yer rosebuds," a waitress at the TEXAS EATERY announced with admiration every time the four cowboys went there for a meal.

A sensuous mouth, a dimpled chin and alert, azure blue eyes complimented Texas Cowboy's sensuous, muscular body on which not an ounce of fat could be found. Brock, the young cowboy who was his lover was especially aroused by the wrinkles on the backs of his Wrangs. "I get hard every time I see those wrinkles," Brock told him time and time again.

The five-inch, under slung heels of his cowboy boots with their spurs announcing his coming every time he strutted down the main street of the town nearest the ranch brought all eyes upon him. The only person who professed not to be full of admiration was the local sheriff who told Texas Cowboy more than once that he should be sent to jail for causing so many near traffic accidents from young woman especially wanting to catch a glimpse of the near legendary cock, balls and ass crack. "If I was your old man," he said every time he met Texas Cowboy, "I'd whip your ass until you bought Wrangs that fit you."

In front of the four cowboys the dentist ordered Clive to take off all his clothes
and bend over the barrel turned on its side and prepare to take a dozen lashes of Texas Cowboy's 12-foot long bullwhip. "This is to be your initiation to your new life," the dentist told Clive. "And I want Texas Cowboy to administer whatever number of lashes he feels you need every day," he continued. And he concluded, "You're a badly spoiled young man who needs to be wakened up before it's too late."

It was this cowboy the dentist raved about all the time and said that Clive should be a cowboy and dress and look like Texas Cowboy. So it was no wonder that Clive was jealous of this rival whom he now was totally naked before and who was about to bullwhip him.

As he knelt over the barrel waiting for the bullwhip to strike his vulnerable ass, it finally dawned on him that the condo would be lost forever if he did not do what the dentist wanted: Become a real cowboy!

If he did not do what the dentist told him he had to, any sort of relationship they might have would be over forever. Period.

Once the 12 strokes had been administered by the man he considered to be both his rival and enemy, Clive managed to stand up and face the men watching him. There was nothing he could do to prevent his cock standing up straight - all 11 inches of it - while cum spurted from his cockslit for another three or four minutes. Finally Texas Cowboy told him he would lend him a pair of his old, well worn Wrangs, chaps and a pair of pointy toed cowboy boots. "But it's so hot this week, you won't be needing a shirt or jean jacket. And as for sleeping, we all sleep naked anyway."

Before he left, the dentist told Clive he would come back on the weekend to see how he was making out. "And," he added, "I'll bring you a new pair of Wrangs and boots; and if Texas Cowboy has a hat he can lend you until the weekend, I'll bring you a new one as well."

Then turning to Texas Cowboy, he said with strong emphasis in his voice, "I want you to bullwhip Clive every day AND make sure his balls are locked in a humbler every night. He's got to learn discipline. And the bullwhip and the humbler will do it."

 

[Whipped]

PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Three)


As the tail lights of the dentist's Mercedes grew dimmer and dimmer, Clive felt totally abandoned. Here he was on a ranch far from the world he knew and with no means of escaping from it. Or maybe there was if could find his way to the main highway leading to Dallas. But he would have to go at night with a humbler pinioning his balls. And doing that he knew would be impossible. Moving six inches was almost beyond possible. And even if his balls were freed from their infernal prison, he would have to sneak out of the bunkhouse, find a pair of Wrangs and boots in order to walk to the highway.

"Beyond possible right now," he muttered to himself as he followed Texas Cowboy with that big balls buster of a rodeo belt buckle so huge it rested on the top of his massive cock and balls package. The other cowboys also entered the bunkhouse where they lay down, naked and without any sheets or blankets covering them in the sultry air. Texas Cowboy told him to lie on his side in order to make less so the extremely uncomfortable pressure of the humbler on his balls. "That's what I did when I was humbled in the Mexico prison farm where I was held a while back," he told the young man who was inwardly frightened and in despair though he tried not to show it.

After Clive was lying on his side as Texas Cowboy had suggested, Brock lay down next to him also on his side and Texas Cowboy placed his enormous swollen with desire cock into Brock's asshole. The other two cowboys did likewise and so his first night on the ranch began with his with listening to two pairs of cowboys who obviously liked each other a lot making love.

Though he was in despair, he could not help thinking that, if he had no choice but to stay on the ranch and played his cards right, he might become a part of the group as they fucked one another. "A quintet of cowboys" he said silently and even smiled to himself as he recalled a list of words he had learned while still in high school before his step-father in a drunken rage had bullwhipped his ass until it was swollen so he couldn't put his jeans on. It was that whipping that led him to decide right then to run away even though blood was streaming down his legs.

Just as the sun began to announce its fiery presence, Clive finally fell into a deep sleep. But Texas Cowboy shook him awake and for a few seconds he wondered where he was. Almost awake, he stood up shivering in the cold for he was completely naked. However, he soon was wide awake when Texas Cowboy commanded him to bend over the same barrel over which he had been bullwhipped the night before.

Without any comment the cowboy slashed his naked ass with his 12-foot bullwhip. Clive cried out with the pain of the whipping though he tried not to. He was ashamed that the other cowboys could hear his cries. What he had yet to learn was that any man, cowboy or not, would find it hard not to make some sounds as the whip slashed bare flesh at the speed of over a hundred miles an hour and with the sound of an exploding hand grenade.

Clive managed to stand up despite the pain in his ass and upper thighs and instinctively felt the eyes of the other cowboys on his cock, for it was standing up hard and with a stream of cum spurting out of its slit all the way to his sexually aroused nipples. Either ignoring or pretending to ignore the drama of Clive's increasingly stiffening cock and the cum spurting out of it, Texas Cowboy said, "Here's an old pair of my Wrangs though they're full of holes - especially in the ass. But they'll do till the dentist brings you new ones. And here's a pair of my old cowboy boots with three-inch heels."

"Now the Wrangs will ride up your crack and your cock and balls will try to bust the fly apart - sort of like a balloon that's suddenly got more air forced into it than it's room for," he half-smiled as he handed Clyde the jeans. "But if you watch the way we walk in such super, super skintight Wrangs and with high-heeled cowboy boots, you'll learn pretty quick how to move. Knees slightly tilted out. And be prepared for your cock and balls firing all the time. Now get dressed for the stalls need a major cleaning out."

 

[Whipped]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Two)

Note: I mistakenly called spurs stirrups in Part Two. Sorry.


Note: Has been corrected.

 

[Whipped]

PATH TO REDEMPTION: (Part Four)


By sucking in his washboard stomach and tugging on the beltloops of the Wrangs, Clive managed to pull them on - minus underpants, of course, for cowboys' Wrangs are both under and outer pants. And once they were on, he discovered, as Texas Cowboy had warned him, it was a challenge to move in super super skintight jeans and the scuffed five-inch high-heeled cowboy boots his nemesis had also loaned him.

He stumbled as he tried to take his first steps, for the boots caused him to tip forward onto his knees. Even finding space for his toes in the narrow toe was a problem as well. "That deep crack and that monster cock of yours will adjust to the heels and the tightness of the Wrangs as you wallow in the shit in the stables," Texas Cowboy told him with a grin on his face as he watched Clive pull at the ass crack seam that was splitting his ass into two well defined asscheeks. "If I look like Texas Cowboy," he thought as he struggled with the fit of the Wrangs and the heels and toes of the boots, "the dentist will surely take me back when he comes to visit."

"Now get a plate of beans, some strips of bacon and a cup of coffee and then get your ass out to the stables before I give you another taste of the bullwhip" Texas Coboy reminded him. "Remember, Clive," he continued, "the dentist said to whip your ass as often as I thought it necessary," As the thoroughly frightened young man tugged at the crotch and ass of his Wrangs to try and find room for them, he compared their tightness to the leotards male ballet dancers wore and decided they were considerably tighter.

While struggling to get the beans and bacon down as fast as he could with Texas Cowboy standing beside him bullwhip in hand, Clive did have to admit that Texas Cowboy was probably the sexiest young man he had ever seen. And Brock, his lover, was also an extremely handsome, sexy guy. DJ and Dale were also among the most attractive men he had ever seen and would certainly appeal to every guy who saw them. Other than Texas Cowboy, he realized realized he was already beginning to feel a sense of closeness to. But for his real rival, Texas Cowboy, he was feeling a mixture of fear, anger and resentment toward. To try and become what the dentist wanted he was willing to try. "But why," he muttered, "why on this godforsaken ranch where I have to smell like bullshit all day and have my ass bullwhipped by by rival?"

As he moved slowly toward the stables, he felt deep anger toward his rival,Texas Cowboy, the man at the root of his problem. To be a carbon copy of Texas Cowboy in those skintight Wrangs showing off his deep ass crack that clearly pressed tightly against his asshole, his baseball sized cock and massive balls, and his ass crack long blonde hair cascading from his cowboy hat - all these features were almost impossible to match. Yet he knew this was the look the dentist was wanting him to acquire.

Clive lived the next five days in what, for him, was a nightmare. The routine was to be up before dawn after a fitful sleep with the humbler pinioning his balls and preventing him from moving while his cock, stiff as steel, stood ramrod stiff like a soldier in dress uniform for inspection while the inspecting general took forever to look at each member of the platoon. Too, there was the steady rhythm of the four cowboys who, after making love, fell asleep and were lost in the private worlds of their dreams. And here he was alone, frightened, resentful and, above every thing else, physically unable to make the cum spurt from his cock and give a measure of relief his sexual tension.

And their bodies lying next to one another kept them warm while he in the chill of the night air - naked and alone - could not stop shivering. But as happened every morning with the approach of dawn , he fell asleep even though he knew he would be awakened, made to bend over the barrel near the firepit and bullwhipped before worming his way into his rival's old Wrangs. Old Wrangs with the seat full of holes through which much of his bare ass pressed trying to escape from their too small prison.

 

[Whipped]

PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Five)



All the cowboys - and Jacob as well - ate heartily, for much of their work, which was physically demanding, fast-paced and frequently dangerous, took part in the open air and involved every muscle. This muscle-involvement also included their cocks and balls in their super skintight Wrangs. They admitted to one another they enjoyed the fact the motion of riding a horse or wrestling cattle to the ground to be inseminated or castrated was like an unrelenting hand that kept their cocks firing frequently and their crotches stiff
with dried cum. Dry that is except when they needed to piss and it was too time-consuming to undo their zippers.

So they worked all day reeking of piss and cum; and the first thing they did when they returned to the bunkhouse for their supper was to take off their boots, plunge into a barrel of water and then take off their Wrangs and hang them on a line to dry. Supper then followed this ritual except for Friday when they kept their jeans on to go the small town nearby where they took part in a rodeo. "Why bother cleaning up?" one of the cowboys would invariably ask. "We're going to be tossed into the mud and bullshit anyway."

And since they all had generously sized cocks and massive mounds of balls, there was no embarrassment or oneupmanship about size as they ate, wrestled, cleaned their boots or whatever other activity they took part in.

On the first Friday Clive was at the ranch, Texas Cowboy told him after taking off the humbler and bullwhipping his ass that they would be going to town after supper to participate in a rodeo. "All of us except you, that is," he added. "But I think you'll find it enjoyable. And maybe in a few weeks you'll be able to take part in some of the events. But we'll have to wait and see."

Clive spent the day working in the stables while the other cowboys rode near the boundaries of the ranch to make sure the fences were in good condition. When time came to have their supper and leave for the rodeo, only Clive plunged into a barrel of water while keeping on his Wrangs that dried very quickly in the 90 degree temperature.

Once at the rodeo, Clive felt his cock and balls grow hard within a matter of seconds at the sight of so many young cowboys in absolutely the tightest jeans he had ever seen on a young man anywhere. Except that is, for the four cowboys with whom he had come to the rodeo. Never had he seen so many cocks and balls and asscracks so visible to the naked eye. He wondered to himself why they didn't just peel off their jeans and strut around naked. He knew they would be naked since obviously none of them was wearing underwear.

He also noted several 12-foot bullwhips hanging on hooks in the tented area where it was also possible to buy beer and where a septet of musucians and a lead vocalist - all curly headed men in the skintight leather jeans that musicians wore everywhere throughout the country.

Once the contests got under way, Clive began serious thinking about escaping from what he compared to a kind of prison farm with Texas Cowboy as the chief jailer. But he also knew from talking to DJ and Dale that his tormenter was simply doing what the dentist had asked him to do: Train him to be a cowboy who, with his enormous cock and balls and cute, sexy ass, would become a substitute for Texas Cowboy who would never be persuaded to leave the ranch and become his boy.

However, being bullwhipped, placed in a humbler and shovelling bullshit for hours on end was an experience Clive did not want to continue much longer. Escape must, he thought, be somehow possible.

He went to a tent to buy a beer when two cowboys, looking like movie stars in skintight Wrangs and cowboy boots, approached him and said they could tell he'd like to be fucked. Since he didn't reply at once, they considered his silence as acquiescence, so each cowboy took one of his arms and escorted him to the back of the tent where the musucians were performing. One pinioned his arms behind his back while the other cowboy began to take down the zipper of his crotch.

As the zipper slid down, Cive said he did not want them to fuck him; and angry at his refusal, one of the cowboys kicked his ass while the other one punched him in his left eye, which immediately began to swell and discolor.

Before any further damage could be done, Texas Cowboy entered the fray, punching the two cowboys seemingly all at once and with a few more punches was winning the battle. However, while he was saving Clive from a horrendous beating, the sheriff appeared, stopped the fight and directed all four of them to get into his van to be taken to the County Enforcer for a bullwhipping. "It's a bullwhipping or a weekend in jail," he told them as they entered the vehicle that had bars in all but the front window.

So off they went and within 20 minutes Texas Cowboy and Clive were stripped naked, hung from hooks with their stiff as steel cocks lashed together. The susurrus sound of the bullwhip slicing through the air and about to slash their backs and asses caused both men instinctively to draw in their breath in the millisecond before the painful strike of the whip on their totally vulnerable bodies. The pain was so great that Clive cried out while Texas Cowboy, who had been bullwhipped as recently as two weeks before, could be heard only breathing deeply.

He had been bullwhipped by this man numerous times and had learned how to take a bullwhipping with a minimum of audible response. And after the Enforcer finished administering 10 strokes on Texas Cowboy and Clive, the two cowboys, who had tried to fuck Clive, were given 15 lashes each since they were considered by the sheriff to be the more culpable. And they yelped loudly as the bullwhip descended on their asses. Since they were considered to be responsible for the fighting, the sheriff told the Enforcer to bullwhip them like bad boys: On the ass and as hard as he could slash their bare, very sexy asscheeks.

Their asses red, welted and stinging, the four cowboys gingerly pulled on their Wrangs, chaps and boots. Since it was still very hot and they were not wearing shirts or T-shirts, Texas Cowboy and Clive tried to put as little of their welted backs against the ven seats. The other two cowboys tried to put as little of their asses on the seats and no one spoke as they were driven back to the rodeo. Once there, Texas Cowboy competed in the steer wrestling, so it was his duty and privilege to give his friend Tom eight bullwhip lashes since he had failed in his attempt to win in the top three places.

 

[Whipped]

PATH TO REDEMPTION: (Part Six)

PATH TO REDEMPTION: (Part Six)


Clive continued thinking about escaping while Texas Cowboy and the other cowboys were participating in scheduled rodeo contests. But even while planning how he might escape, he had to admit to himself that maybe Texas Cowboy was an okay individual after all. He had taken his bullwhipping like the rest of them and had taken that punishment without any sign of protest. Being tied to his cock and bullwhipped together could, he admitted, be the start of a new relationship. However, that did not mean he was giving up plotting his escape.

Before his plotting got any further he was interrupted by a man who spun him around and said, "Clive, What's the meaning of those bullwhip stripes on your back?"

For a couple of seconds Clive wondered how Tom Cruise would be at this rodeo. Then to his great joy he realized it was not the famous, handsome, sexy actor but the dentist who had done the spinning and asked the question. Surprise and pleasure written all over his face and with a hint of tears in his voice, Clive finally found the words to tell him what had happened. Then to the dentist's questions about how the week had gone he knew he could only answer positively. To do otherwise would have given the dentist further cause to cut his ties with him and that was something Clive did not want.

"I've brought you new boots, Wranglers, chaps and hat," the dentist told him. "But what brought me here this weekend is the fact you are going to be branded tomorrow morning. And that I want to see. It's one of the steps toward being accepted in the world of the cowboy. And cowboy you're going to become!" the banker emphasized while giving a slap to Clive's already right ass cheek. already sore from the 10 strokes of the bullwhip it had received just an hour before.

The fact he was to be branded in the morning was not something Texas Cowboy had told Clive, so it had come as a surprise. Right after the rodeo, the banker and the five cowboys - including Clive who was now considered to be one albeit a novice at this time - went to the café in town for a light meal and then headed back to the ranch. All that is except the banker and Clive who was given permission to spend the night with the banker in the motel five miles down the road. "But be at the ranch at sun up," Texas Cowboy told the couple. "That's when we're going to brand Clive."

So it was the next morning the banker and Clive drove to the bunkhouse where all the cowboys were waiting, dressed in freshly laundered and therefore even tighter Wrangs and boots so polished one could see the rising sun's ray reflected in them. The branding iron was already red hot and without waiting another minute Texas Cowboy was applying its fiery symbbol of an 0 with a small arrow sitting on top of it to Clive's right bare ass cheek just above where it flared out from his muscular thigh.

The young man couldn't help but cry out from the pain, but after a few minutes the pain grew somehat less and he stopped dancing around as if stung by a swarm of bees.

Texas Cowboy then told Clive to take the rest of the day off and report for duty by sun up tomorrow. With this permission the banker said Clive could spend the rest of the day at the motel. And to get him there Texas Cowboy led him to the ranch's half -ton truck and motioned for him to lie face down in the truckbox so he could drive him the five miles away. "By evening I think the dentist can drive you back in that new Mercedes he'sreplaced his old one with."

And so it was that Clive was able to continue cleaning stables until the following Friday. To do so, however, he could only wear his chaps and boots, for it would have been excruciatingly painful for him even to try tro pull his Wrangs up over his ass. But each day the pain grew less and the branding began to heal so that by Friday he was able to pull his Wrangs on and go to the rodeo. "Some guys do go buck naked at the rodeo, but I think with that huge tool of yours it wouldn't be wise to do so, " Texas Cowboy chuckled as he told Clive he would soon be expected to take part in some of the rodeo events.

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part One)

Whipped,
An interesting first installment - I see you've posted each chapter separately, instead of adding them to your original post.

It's kind of like a scavenger hunt, lol.

On to chapter 2, to see how our young stud does at the cowboy factory, lol.

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Two)

I'm thinkin' this Dentist is the one who might be needing the bullwhipping and the ball humbler, personally.

It's a different world.

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Three)

Whipped,
I think I'll pass on the Mid-Texas Ranch Land therapy, thank you very much.

My backside is sore just thinking about it.
Now, the fountain of cum as a result of his bullwhipping - methinks our boy is into submissiveness, though he tried not to be.

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION: (Part Four)

Whipped,
Clive is definitely not enjoying his "Happy Trails" - it's anything BUT!

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Five)

They are a sadistic society, loving their bullwhips, aren't they?

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION: (Part Six)

I've been burned a few times in my life - never a pleasant experience, and certainly never branded.
Ouch!

 

[Whipped]

PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Seven)



Clive had been told that some truckers watched the rodeo events for an hour or so and then invited a cowboy they surmised was willing - and maybe even anxious - to let them fuck him. So Clive studied the truckers standing at the fence and decided the tallest of the men with hair down to his shoulders and the tightest jeans of any of the group would be the one to approach. "Going to Dallas?" he asked and the driver, looking openly at Clive's crotch said that he was. His request for a drive was immediately accepted and the driver said it was time to get on the road again. This decision to leave at once was well received by Clive, for it would mean getting away well before the rodeo was over and Texas Cowboy and his fellow cowboys would depart for their ranch.

Somewhat hastily the driver walked toward his truck. Clive followed him but stumbled over a piece of planking he had not seen and would have fallen had the trucker not caught him by his ass crack belt loop and pulled him to a full standing position. As he did so, he whistled a long wolf whistle and seemingly playfully slapped Clive's ass and pushed a fist up his crack and remarked, "You've got a sexy ass, my boy, and one that's recently been severely whipped, for I can see welts through the holes in the ass of your Wrangs. Been in trouble, boy?

Before Clive could make any kind of a response, the driver said, "And what a package you've got! And I can guess why my whacking your ass sent that huge Polish sausage of a cock you've got into overdrive. I bet you like being whipped and that's why those saucy asscheeks of yours are red with whipmarks. And I am also willing to bet youlike being bullwhipped two or three times a day."

"The reason I've been bullwhipped is because there's a man who wants me to become a true cowboy and not an urban one," Clive said as he climbed into the cab and put on a seatbelt. And he continued, "So he took me to a ranch near here where I'm being whipped every day to toughen me up," As he was telling his story to the driver, he noticed a coiled bullwhip lying on the cab floor at his feet. The driver noticed Clive's looking closely at the whip and explained, "That's a new bullwhip I bought on my last week's trip to Mexico and I haven't had a chance to try it out."

And he added, "Maybe I can try it out on you at the next truck stop about an hour down the road from Dallas. I'm guessing you like to be whipped from the way your cock shot up over your belt when I slapped your ass." The suggestion of his being bullwhipped both frightened Clive and yet sent his cock and balls into overdrive. He wondered what he had got himself into. And yet the suggestion of being tied hands and feet to a whipping bench and flogged did excite him.

Using a title he'd become used to over the past couple of years, he said somewhat hesitantly, "Sir, maybe you'd better try the whip out on somebody else, for I'm still pretty sore from the whipping I got this morning."

As the truck rumbled through the night as the dark inside a bull's belly, Clive couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering back to the ranch and the cowboys he was learning to cowboy from. Especially Texas Cowboy whom he was scared of, somewhat jealous of and at the same time physically attracted to because of his unbelievably sexy body and crack-long golden hair. But just as he hoped he might once again belong to the dentist, Texas Cowboy belonged to Brock and there was no way he could come between the two lovers.

"Maybe," he said half-aloud, "maybe my trying to escape is doing the wrong thing. But I just can't take any more of that humbler at night." Soon the revving down of the engine interrupted Clive's reverie. And so did the driver's suggestion: "Maybe you'd like to come to Mexico with me and help me load my rig. And maybe you've given it more thought and would let me try my bullwhip out on you at this gas stop. I'm really anxious to see what I can do with it."

"Sir," Clive replied even as his package visibly stiffened once again, "I'd kind of like to but my ass is still very sore." With the young man's second demurring to be bullwhipped, the driver did not pursue the matter any further and said he was sure there's be some young man willing to let him try out his whip. As he said this, he picked the coiled bullwhip up off the floor and then both Clive and he stumbled from the truck cab. Powerful overhead lights kept the darkness of the night at bay. And as their eyes adjusted to the light, their eyes immediately fastened on a scene the likes of which did not occur very often.

A burly, heavily muscled man about seven feet tall was holding a young man by locking his hands under his armpits and without even a gob of spit as lubrication angrily thrusting his massive cock into his captive's asshole - an asshole he had exposed by having slashed holes in the ass of his young captive's Wrangs. And as he did so, he kept trying with louds puffs of breath to blow the young man's long golden hair out of his mouth.

The impaled young man semed to be nothing more than a rag doll in the giant's embrace and through his Wrangs everyone watching could see his cock and balls stiffen as if a sculptor had carved them from the hardest steel anY foundry had ever molded. After what seemed like an hour the giant came and shot gallons of cum into his captive's ass. Then just as quickly as it had hardened, his cock grew flaccid and he dropped the young man to the ground.

But he had not yet finished with him. Instead of letting the young man pull up his unbelievably skintight Wrangs, he grabbed him by his long curly locks of golden hair and frogmarched him over to a post that had a spike driven into it about six feet off the ground. Binding his captive's wrists with his wide cowboy belt that he had yanked from the beltloops of his jeans, he placed the belted wrists over the spike.

At this point he turned to the driver Clive was travelling with and asked to borrow his bullwhip. With the assent of the driver, the giant then lashed his captive's back and ass at least 25 times, only stopping when the young man fainted from the pain of the bullwhip's striking him with the force only a large, strong man could muster. After he stopped the whipping, he picked the young man up by his golden tresses and dropped him to the ground where he lay in a heap. The giant then handed the bullwhip back to the driver with the comment that it was cerainly designed to do what it was supposed to: Give the individual it was being used on a whipping he's never forget in his lifetime.

Once back on the highway the driver said he'd make one more stop which would be just before crossing the river into Mexico. He needed to make sure all his documents were in order. And as part of that "being in order," Clive would have to hide in the secret compartment that he'd created in the trailer just behind the truck cab. "It's so tiny and well disguised no one patrolling the border has ever found it," he boasted

So Clive, not suspecting a subterfuge, stepped onto the hard clay of the parking lot and climbed into the cavernous and eerie trailer that was dimly lit by the sun just peeking over the horizon and promising another hot and humid day. Without warning and very quickly the driver grabbed him, spun him around while grabbing and handcuffing his wrists behind his back.

He then taped his mouth shut, blindfolded him and grabbed the beltloop that was positioned just over his asscrack and pushed him into the narrow, padded compartment and placed a noose around his neck. As one might guess, a very surprised and frightened Clive realized too late he had let himself become completely at the mercy of a man he had only known for a few hours. In an involuntary reaction to his plight, he could feel the sweat pouring off his face and down onto his chest. He could also feel his crotch and thighs grow wet and he involunttarily pissed in his jeans.

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Seven)

Whipped,
Unfortunately, there are assholes like this on the road, and other places.

Is this the "the grass is always greener" segment of your story?

 

[Whipped]

PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Eight)



From the jostling of the truck Clive could tell it was travelling over a road full of potholes. Where it was taking him he soon found out when the door of his prison opened and he was propelled from the trailer by having the driver's thumb thrust though the beltloop above his crack. He was lifted out of the trailer and, still propelled by the thumb in his beltloop, taken into a room where he was nearly deafened by loud echoing noises. When his blindfold was removed and his eyes adjusted to the light from a single bulb, he saw two other young cowboys with their mouths sealed, their wrists handcuffed and cracks imprisoned by hookshanging from the ceiling and inserted in their crack seams

A hook was placed in Clive's crack seam as well so that, like the other captives, he had to stand with only his boot toes barely touching the broken concrete floor. And he couldn't help but notice that the crotches of the two cowboys were wet from the pressure on their cocks because their body weight was almost totally transferred to the loops above their assholes. And so it was with his crack bearing his weight and causing his cock to fire unrelentingly and soaking the crotch of his Wrangs.

"You are going to be trained to be servants to the commander of a private army that is tring to liberate all of Central America from the grip of American capitalism," he pronounced. "And," he continued, "the commandante who's a nearly seven-foot tall African likes to have young white men as his servant-slaves. So does his sister who's journeyed from their homeland to help in the liberation movement. And, too, they like to have their white boy slaves take care of their bodily needs. And you three look like the sort they want since you have the physical features they desire: Huge cocks and massive balls and cute, sexy asses hanging like two outsized apples from a single branch. And I know they'll love your long golden, wavy heads of hair and the stubble that covers your cheeks."

Stripped naked, the three cowboys (for Clive now felt of himself as one), spent the next three days climbing an improvised set of stairs carrying 150-pound backpacks and a heavy rifle (without bullets of course). Up and down, up and down 14 hours each day being driven by bullwhips that lacerated their asses and upper thighs until the pain was almost too great to register in their brains.
When their ordeal halted around midnight, they were allowed to drop the rifles and backpacks to the floor and were given a meal of black beans and a sour tasting bread along with one cup of ersatz coffee.

Once they had devoured this meagre diet, they were "humblered" and told to lie down on the concrete floor which, even in the heat and humidity of the region, was cold and caused them to shiver throughout the night. As well, without benefit of any lubricants huge plastic cocks were inserted in their
assholes causing cum to spill from their cockhslits onto the floor and over their upper thighs. "A sort of training in chastity to make sure you will save yourselves for your master and mistress when the time comes and not indulge in any hanky-panky among yourselves," one of their captors pointed out with an evil grin on his face.

On the third night, or so they estimated, by a miracle they could not understand two of the three guards left the building and the third one fell asleep from exhaustion. Clive, who was nearest to him, agonizingly crept to where he lay snoring and farting from the same black bean diet the three cowboy captives were given to eat. Silently and without causing the man to do more than snore a little louder, he managed to pick up the chain of keys lying beside him. And then all three manged to remove the humblers that, in essence, were their jailers.

Within a matter of five minutes max, though naked and bootless, they were out of the building and onto the dimly lit street. And with an almost unbearable sense of relief saw that the river separating them from their homeland was only yards away from where they were. All three could swim so without hesitation they stepped into the tepid water and made their way - wading most of the distance - and fell onto the shore of the state and country that they had grown up in.

After a few minutes' rest, they stood up and shook hands and slapped their backs as a sign of release from a captivity that would most likely have ultimately led to their death at a young age. If not death, then a captivity that would see them whipped, fucked, nearly starved and made to carry huge loads of metérial from place to place in the rainforest. Never to see anyone who loved and cared for them again. Never to be able to buy those skintight much admired super skintight Wrangs, skintight chaps and high-heeled cowboy boots that showed off their packages and asses to perfection. And etc. And etc.

Still naked and extemely hungry, they wandered across fields of cacti and other plants that managed to survive in the relentless heat. As well, their bullwhip lashes were not properly healing and were growing increasingly inflamed with infection. At one time or another all three broke down and wept openly both at their being free and their plight. The two cowboys, whom Clive had only met when frogmarched into their prison, admitted they had gone across the border looking for pleasure and this motive they admitted openly, castigating themselves for the motive that had seen them almost lose their freedom forever.

Clive told them how he had come to be captured and also put in training to be a slave and sex-slave to two Africans who were in Central America to, as they were told, liberate the region from the evils of the North American way of life. And, he added, he expected by doing so he had lost everything and everyone who would help him earn back the good graces of the man who had rescued him from an uncertain fate. "Now," he told his companions, "even if we get out of here alive, I still am going to be in an unbearable position. No money, no friends, and no way to make a living."

 

[Whipped]

PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Nine)


PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Nine)



After what seemed like forever, the trio finally came across a small ranch where the rancher thought his wife and he were seeing a mirage when they appeared at the kitchen door where they were eating supper. The tall, well built rancher in skintight Wrangs wasted no time in inviting the very real cowboys into the kitchen after asking his wife if she would go to their bedroom and get three blankets.

"We'll see about something to wear after you have a glass of water," he said as they shyly stood before the man in their nakedness. Not that cowboys did not sometimes work, for example, as Clive had done with only chaps and boots on after his branding or take part in rodeo events clad only in their skin. Somehow this moment was different, but being able to wrap the blankets around themselves somehow banished their shyness.

The rancher said he'd take them into the small town hospital in the morning after he'd looked after his animals. "It's getting late and I have to get the animals ready for the night. But I think a few hours won't make that much difference in your condition," he told the trio and added, "And I think the blankets will have to do you for clothing till you get to the hospital. And anyway I don't have enough pairs of Wrangs to fit all of you."

So the three young men ate poached eggs and drank weak cups of tea with the promise that once the morning came there'd be more of the same to quell their hunger. "We'll put you to sleep on cots in the porch," the rancher's obviously pregnant wife said, " It's screened in so insects won't add any more bites to the ones you obviously have."

After a few more questions as to why the young men had gotten lost in the desert, the rancher said to his obviously much younger wife, "Darling we'd better get you to bed. After all, you're a pregant young lady who needs to rest as much as she can. And these men look like they could use some sleep too."

Sometime in the middle of the night, all three woke up to what sounded like a horsewhip striking flesh and the as much as possible the rancher's supressed yelps. "It sounds like he's being whipped," Clive whispered to which his companions agreed. And the next morning the rancher sheepishly asked if they'd heard him being given a horsewhipping. When they told him they had, he explained that, since his wife was well along in her pregnancy, she was kind enough to whip him to take care of his needs. "In case you're wondering about our ages," he said, "I'm 28 and my wife is 19. We've been married over a year now and we're looking forward to having our first child."

And just as he said he would, as soon as the animals were looked after, the rancher and his wife drove the trio to the hospital where they were treated for their wounds and given permission to call their parents. That is, the two young cowboys Clive had met in their temporary prison called their parents while he decided he'd call Texas Cowboy. While he did not know how his mentor would react, he could only hope he would come, bring him jeans and boots and take him back to the ranch. And if he wanted to bullwhip him unmercifully, then so be it. He deserved it.

Within an hour two sets of parents arrived with jeans and boots and obviously great senes of relief. "Now as much as we're overjoyed at seeing you and finding out you're going to be all right," they told their sons, "we've decided that once your wounds have healed, we're going to take you out to the barn, turn you over haybales and give you spankings so sound you'll never forget them."

In no more than two hours time Texas Cowboy came into the room walking his usual strutty walk in his super super super skintight Wrangs with his massive cock and balls pressing against their denim prison. His spurs jingle-jangled as he he entered the room with that walk he had developed to compensate for the tightness of his jeans. Clive felt elation mingled with apprehansion as he watched his visitor approach. Holding out a pair of faded Wrangs with the ass full of holes like the ones he'd had to strip out of a few days before, Texas Cowboy said, "Welcome back to the ranch. I didn't tell the dentist you'd run away and thankfully he didn't come for a visit on the weekend."

"Now," he commanded, "put on these jeans and boots so we can get back to the ranch before supper. And don't worry about being bullwhipped, for I can tell you've been nearly whipped to death. Let's hit the road now, Clive. All the guys are sure glad to hear you're alive and they're all waiting to hear about what happened to you."

 

[DonQuixote]

Re: PATH TO REDEMPTION (Part Eight)

Whipped,
They are having a hellacious time of it.
I'm glad they managed to get free and back across the border.
Looking forward to the next installment, which I see is already posted.

(p.s. You know, if you'd posted all of these in the same thread, my subscriptions would tell me when you posted a new chapter, instead of me having to remember to go looking for it, lol)