Safe at Last - ALL PARTS

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Part I

A cowboy works long, hard hours in all types of weather. And his work is also fraught with hourly danger, for the animals he has to round up, castrate, brand and keep from straying are huge, unforgiving and capable of causing serious injury, even death. Texas Cowboy, now 26-years-old, has proved his worth time and time again and his value has been recognized in the fact his foreman has entrusted him with heavy responsibility, sending him on missions that involve knowledge of what to do in a crisis, knowledge of men and how they react in a variety of situations, and - above all - knowledge of how to handle cattle and horses.

This sense of responsibility has seen him travelling to the southern part of his state to a ranch that is a satellite of the one where he lives and works. When it is roundup, branding and castrating and patrolling and mending fences, Texas Cowboy supplements the few cowboys who work there. And his time in south Texas also involves his cross the Rio Grande with the foreman of the satellite ranch to assist a rancher who has a very large, sprawling ranch with hundreds and hundreds of cattle.

On his last work session on the south Texas ranch, a foray that occurred several months ago, Tee, another young rancher also accompanied Texas Cowboy to be of additional assistance. Also accompanying Texas Cowboy and Tee was the foreman of the south Texas ranch.

While nothing had ever occurred in his young life to prepare him for the ordeal he experienced across the border, Texas Cowboy has known stiff discipline ever since he started high school. Though extremely intelligent, he was not greatly interested in school and often incurred the wrath of his teachers who frequently sent him to the principal's office. There he had to peel down his superskintight Wranglers and take anywhere from 10 to 20 whacks of an enormous paddle on his ass, an ass that, because of its tight, cute sexiness, was the cause of many stares and whistles from his fellow students.

When he returned home, his father - having heard from the principal - would march him out to the barn, have him strip naked and bend over a haybale and take double the number of licks he had received at school. By the way, he says the most licks his father ever gave him was 100. But when he saw his son's red, swollen asscheeks, he immediately brushed them with oliveira juice to ease the pain.

Then there were the lickings he got for speeding in the ranch's half-ton truck. With his feet spread as far apart as possible without being split at his crotch, Texas Cowboy ass would suffer a number of whacks on his ass double the number of miles he had been caught speeding. Sometimes he would then be taken to the local disciplinarian, a middle-aged, burly man who operated a used car business.

This man had established a corner of his yard as the place to administer padldlings and whippings to the young men brought for his ministrations.
And a good number of mothers of out-of-control young men, bikers wanting to punish or initiate young members of their group, officers wanting to make certain their requirement of traffic control was understood relied on this man to paddle or whip their message on asses and backs that he tied to a whipping horse or post before laying into them.

 

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Safe at Last (Part Two)

While looking for a used car part late one afternoon, Texas Cowboy witnessed a wayward youth being whipped by the junkman. The young man's mother had brought him for a thrashing in order to straighten him out. As Texas Cowboy watched the young fellow tied to a whipping horse and then receive 16 strokes of a heavy, hole-filled paddle, he realized his cock and balls were growing stiff and it was because they were responding to the sights and sounds being made by the yelping miscreant and the cracking noise of the paddle striking his ass cheeks.

In his super skintight Wrangs it was impossible for Texas Cowboy to conceal his stiff 12-inch cock, bulging ball sac and growing milk stain. And as he untied the still sobbing youth, the whipper grabbed his package and growled, "Want me to tear up your ass? I'll use a paddle, a prison strap or a bull-whip to do it - your choice."

Texas Cowboy could feel the desire to be whipped rising in his head, but to his immediate rejection of the offer the whipper said, "Another time then, Texas Cowboy. I kin tell you'd like to have that cute little ass get a sound whipping."

On the day he turned 24, his fellow workers wakened a naked Texas Cowboy out of a sound after a heavy Saturday night party, hogtied him and took him to the waiting junkman for a birthday bull-whipping, the customary treatment of cowboys on that important day. Before administering a very heavy bull-whipping, his whipper cuffed the birthday boy's stiff cock in a leather cuff to catch the strong flow of milk he knew would spurt out of a reputedly extremely horny young man. Milk which he rubbed on Texas Cowboy's welted ass after his buddies took him down from the whipping post.

Texas Cowboy, long accustomed to using the bull-whip when working with cattle, also discovered his cock and balls hardened whenever he flailed this control instrument. But perhaps the strongest realization of this fact occurred when he was forced to whip a student who was late returning from a graduation party. His father had told him to be home in time to help Texas Cowboy unload the bales of hay he was delivering from the ranch where he worked. As the bales were being unloaded the graduate drove up and the first thing his father did was have him strip for a paddling by Texas Cowboy.

The young man's father had a broken wrist and could not administer the whipping himself, but he was determined his son should be punished. Texas Cowboy was reluctant to do what the man asked but he was himself threatened with a severe reprimand if he did not obey. So he thrashed his late arriving helper with 40 strokes of a heavy paddle he was handed to use. And as the paddle struck Texas Cowboy could feel his cock and balls struggle to split open the zipper on the crotch of his Wrangs.

And as soon as he got away from the ranch he did open the zipper that had almost burst apart and let the cum fly through the air at a speed roughly equivalent to a fighter jet.

Returning to Texas Cowboy's spring ordeal once more, it was a Monday morning in early June when he was just wakened from a sound sleep by a bull-whip slashing his ass. Momentarily confused, he tried to remember where he was. The stinging whip brought him to consciousness swiftly. He realized he was lying on a barn floor beside his buddy Tee and Jay, the south Texas ranch foreman. As they had last spring, they had come to help the rancher now bull-whipping them. He owned a huge spread and so many hundred and hundreds of cattle that his own cowboys needed help to ready them for the summer.

 

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Safe at Last (Part Three)

As he struggled to stand up with the strokes from the bullwhip stinging his ass, back and thighs, a memory of what had happened to one of the rancher's young cowboys flashed through his head. The rancher had insisted he accompany a young cowboy and him to the nearby town where he was going to buy a new bullwhip. Once there he sliced the ass out of the young man's jeans so he could test the two bullwhips he was going to make his choice from and he wanted to see how they welted human flesh.

After the young man had bent over the barrel that sat on the ground in front of the store, took 25 strokes from each of the 12-foot bull-whips trying not to yell in pain more than uttering whimpers, for he knew his employer would only continue lashing him if he showed his agony too openly.

Finally the rancher had made his choice and then ordered the young cowboy to mount his horse and ride back to the ranch. With the greatest show of will Texas Cowboy had ever seen (having been bull-whipped many times himself he knew something about the pain the hapless cowboy was in), he watched in admiration as the cowboy wiggled back into his chaps and rode bare-assed back to where he was expected to spend the rest of the day at work.

Once the memory faded, Texas Cowoby heard the rancher growl at the visiting cowboys as well as the young man who had been so severely bull-whipped the year before that he wanted all stray cattle rounded up and dealt with by supper time. "And," he warned, "I'll bull-whip each one of you the number of times equal to the number of cattle you have not managed to deal with."

And true to his word, that evening he bull-whipped each of the cowboys (Texas Cowboy, Tee, Jay and the young cowboy who had been so severely bull-whipped the spring before) 37 strokes each: Twenty strokes on their backs and 17 on their asses. And it goes without saying each of the whipped cowboys felt the sting long after they went to bed and tossed and turned with their eyes not closing until nearly dawn came.

When Friday evening came, the cowboys all went to town to take part in a bullriding contest after which they would go to the local bar where, as was the custom, they would drink until they could barely stagger back to their bunkhouse or home if they were going to visit their wives and girlfriends - and in a few cases their male friends.

Although he was not physically the biggest of the competitors at the bullriding contest, Texas Cowboy was the most perfectly built - his proportions of chest, arms, waist, thighs and calves was as perfect as they could be. And his Wrangs and chaps helped define a perfectly shaped ass (like two melons hanging side by side with a crack between them that invited dreams on the part of many men to split open the seam and drive their dicks far into his asshole) and a cock and balls that had stretched the denim so that they were totally on display with milk and piss stains also eliciting whistles from both sexes.

Added to this perfect, sexy physique was a face that only a movie star would be able to boast of and, on top of the face with its sultry look, was a head of magnficent golden hair that hung almost to the top of his ass crack. Blowing in the wind or swang with his movements this head of heair was partly his undoing - but more of that in a while.

Texas Cowboy vanquished all the contestants in the bullriding contest; and as he started to walk to the bar with Tee and Jay, he was slapped on the ass with a heavy belt. Because he wears his Wrangs so tight he has to walk with his knees tipped outward and this way of walking gave the belt an easier passage under his crotch and the belt buckle struck his balls an almost unimaginably excruciating blow.

As he turned around to see who had assailed him so severely and unexpectedly, the last of the cowboys he had defeated grabbed him by the bandana around his neck and pulled tightly on it to strangle him.

When it seemed to Texas Cowboy that he was going to be killed by his own bandanna, he decided to pull out his pockeknife from the slot in his 20-inch high cowboy boot and scare the cowboy into letting go of him. But the cowboy did not stop trying to strangle him, so Texas Cowboy nicked his ass causing a trickle of blood to stain his jeans and hopefully bring him to his senses.

However, the onlookers saw the blood and panicked, calling for the local lawmen to come and restore order in the courtyard outside the bar. And since it is a small village in about three minutes the lawman arrived on the scene with a two-ton truck on which a cage made of chicken wire sat. Swiftly he had all the cowboys strip and this stripping-naked act included Texas Cowboy who was pointed out as the offender. With the other cowboys he was handcuffed, herded into the cage and driven to the local jail where he was placed in a cell with an earthen floor that stank of urine.

 

[Autolycus]

Re: Safe at Last - PARTS One to Three

I am somewhat surprised that no one has commented upon this story. The content is decidedly 'on the wild side' and will probably have little appeal to most of our readers.

The little I know about whips is limited to the one that our milk delivery man had to spur on his horse back in the 1940's. A crack with that would be painful enough while bull whip is a lethal weapon - so my warning to one and all is: DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME!

 

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Safe at Last (Part Four)

Shivering in the night air coming through the bars of the cell where he was held captive, Texas Cowboy was able to see the young cowboys, naked and handcuffed, being led to the whipping post where their wrists were suspended over a heavy spike pounded into the knotted ten-foot high post. One by one they were given 15 lashes of the 12-foot Kangaroo bullwhip a lawman wielded.

There was no holding back on the screaming as the bullwhip descended on bare backs and asses until the cowboys' wrists were lifted off the spike and they were ddragged out onto the street in front of the jail. There relatives were waiting to take them back to their homes where they were treated with oliveira salve for their stinging red welted bodies. As well, as their families waited for them, they managed to collect their jeans, chaps and boots so that they would be able to have clothes to dress in in order to go to work the next morning.

As Texas Cowboy watched each cowboy being led to the whipping post, he felt more and more certain he would be taken to the post, suspended and bullwhipped like the cowboys were before him. And he expected his bullwhipping would be twice as heavy since it was he who had caused the bloodstain on his assailant's jeans.

But the guards did not come for him and, as the night passed, he finally fell asleep on the urine-stained clay floor of his cell. And as he slept, he had nightmares about being strung up by his wrists and given 500 lashes.

But dawn came and still he lay on the clay, naked and subject to stares of the lawmen and other prisoners who were led out of their cells and taken to nearby farms where they were made to work. Clad only in skintight, ragged jeans with a chain around their left ankles, they endured the hot, relentless sun with as little water and food as they could possibly survive with before being marched back to their cells at suppertime.

That second evening saw a reenactment of the night before. More young cowboys, naked and handcuffed, were brought to the jail's courtyard and bullwhipped until they could only hang by their wrists from the spike in the whipping posts.

Still the guards did not come for Texas Cowboy to take him to the whipping post for a sound bullwhipping.

But the next morning just as the sun rose guards came for him and handcuffed him and put a ball and chain around his left ankle. As they did so, they squeezed his cock and balls and laughed about the fact his package grew stiff and spurted milk at the squeezing and pinching and slapping of his cute, sexy ass with their gloves.

They took him to the same truck he had been brought in to the jail, pushed him into the cage and for the next three hours drove him over a pitted, bumpy road until they reached a prison farm where they unceremoniously pulled him out of the cage and dumped him onto a bed of sharp stones that he was afraid would create a thousand small cuts in the soles of his feet.

Two guards picked him up and frog marched him to a cell where they pinched his cock and balls and pulled at his long golden colored hair as though he were some sort of alien creature.

After a meal of chili, they put a harness on his chest and forced him to pull a plow up and down a nearby field as though he were a horse. And to keep him moving at the speed they wanted him to, they applied strokes of a 12-foot-long bullwhip bringing out spurts of milk as his cock hardened stiffer and stiffer with each stroke.

 

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Safe at Last (Part Five)

As the afternoon wore on, Texas Cowboy felt he was going to collapse from hunger and fatigue, but the bullwhip kept stroking his back, ass and upper thighs and the milk kept spurting from a stiff cock and balls that responded at even the sight of the bullwhip let alone feel its striking the man to whom they were attached.

Even to take a piss there was no respite and so a yellow stream shot out onto the ground across which the young cowboy was acting the part of a horse. He asked himself where he would have to take a dump when it became necessary for him to do so.

But his thoughts were cut short by the ripping of the harness off his chest and the thrusting of another bowl of chili into his hands and the command to eat it as fast as he could. Sine he was ravenouly hungry, eating at breakneck speed was not a problem for him.

As soon as he finished the chili one of the guards stuck his finger up Texas Cowboy's asshole and marched him over to a spot where a pile of rocks had been assembled. He removed his finger and immediately knocked his captive to the ground on his stomach. Then he reached down between his legs and yanked his balls by his rough, calloused hand and placed them in a humbler. Texas Cowboy had not seen a umbler before but he soon found his balls stiff and imprisoned between two pieces of wood fastened together and held in place by extending beyond the place where his asscheeks and upper thighs meet.

Almost at once, the pain of the balls stiff, imprisoned and with no obvious means of relieving the pressure caused by the buildup of milk in his testicular region was excruciating. While the guards laughed at his immobility and the obvious stiffness of his balls and the steel hard 12-inch long cock, he realized the only release would be for him to masturbate himself. This he managed to do, for his hands were free. And as he manipulated his cock foreskin, the men laughed ever harder.

Finally the milk flew out of his cockslit at what felt like a 100-mile per hour arc and he felt a relief that - had it not been present - would have ruptured his testicles and probably left him infertile. After stroking his cock and feeling his long golden hair and pinching his hardened nipples, the men left him naked and immobilized with the night air turning cool in the desert.

Had it not been for the sun's warmth stored in the pile of stones he felt he would have frozen to death.

Morning came with a burst of the sun over the distant horizon; and after being de-humbled (something that left his balls feeling numb and achingly stiffening again) and given a bol of chili, he was attached to a pol that operated a juicer in a large vat of yucca leaves for the extraction of juice. Dejuicing was the day's chore and this, too, was done to the frequent slash of the Kangaroo bullwhip. Any sign of slacking brought a stroke of the bullwhip across his ass that grew increasingly sore. And it also brough forth spurts of milk as his cock and balls greeted the bullwhipping with pleasure.

 

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Safe at Last (Part Six)

For two weeks he alternately pulled a plow (which meant going in relatively straight lines) and squeezed juice out of yucca leaves (which required him to walk in a tight 20-foot circle) hour after hour and which left him dizzy almost as soon as he started wlaking. He was fed adequately so that he did not lose weight. In fact, the daily continuous exercise caused his already well defined musculature to become even more defined and his asscheeks and leg muscles took on an even sexier attractiveness. If only my friend Jake could see me now, he thought, he would welcome my cock residing in his asshole all night as it does when we are together.

There was one more indignity he was forced to participate in - not that his cock and balls minded, for they made Texas Cowboy one of the horniest young men in the whole of Texas: That of being bullwhipped to produce milk that filled the leather cuff that was tied around his cock before he was bullwhipped. The gallons of milk (well, maybe a slight exaggeration but not an exaggeration by much) that spurted into the receptacle were being collected for what purpose Texas Cowboy did not know for certain. But he did wonder if the guards collecting his milk were selling it because of his golden hair and Rudolf Nureyev beauty and sexiness.

He was somewhat amused and amazed by the fact that the guards seemed to fight for the privilege of cuffing his cock. And once the battle was one, the victors would spend a long time squeezing his cock and balls and opening his cockslit and sticking their little fingers into his cock as far as it would go and laugh and laugh as they did so. And they would also stroke his golden hair and twine it around their fingers as though it were a most precious godlike feature of someone they obviously found very attractive asnd sensual.

Pressing their fingers into his asshole also brought the same reactions of laughter and amazement as their actions brought his cock and balls to attention and to the production of milk - the likes of which it seemed they had never seen before.

Only once, though, did any of the guards try to rape him. It was after supper and just before the humbler was placed on his balls. The guard with the brushcut sneaked around behind his body, placed his billy club into Texas Cowboy's asshole and started to move him behind the rockpile where it was obvious he was going to force his cock into Texas Cowboy's anus.

But the other guards saw what was happening and, to their credit, forced the brushcut guard to end his assault. And for his attempt at raping Texas Cowboy he was whipped himself with a prison strap and he was also told he would be dismissed if he tried such an assault again.

That night as Texas Cowboy began to go through the litany of despair that he had begun 13 days before he heard someone approaching him as he lay seeking warmth beside the rockpile. Overhead the stars shone brilliantly like 30-carat diamonds in the velvety nightsky. Such beauty he could not help but admire even though he was despairing for his future. Would he be forced to pull a plot and a juicing log until he dropped dead from exhaustion? Would he be taken to a prison where he would be raped until his asshole was mush? Bullwhipped until his back and ass wer so scarred he would never have any beauty and sexiness in them again?

And just as tears surfaced, a young man, the cook for the prison farm, sidled up to him, unlocked the key that humbled his balls, and pointed in the direction of the north and of freedom.

So Texas Cowboy sneaked out of the farm and into the night. Naked because his clothes - even his cowboy boots - had been stripped off him and left behind in the village where he had been helping the rancher with the largest spread in the northern part of the country.

Two njight after escaping he came upon a young cowboy with a small horse heading north for the border. Together they travelled by night and on the fifth night they came to the river and freedom - freedom for Texas Cowboy and a new life for the young cowboy who had shared his horse to help Texas Cowboy return home. After all, he had no boots, no clothes and only the hope that he would not be sent to a prison where his beauty, sexiness and freedom would be taken from him forever.

A day's walk through the spread owned by his boss brought him home. There his incredulous friends and fellow workers were filled with surpsrise and happiness. His clothes bad been brought back from the village where he had first been imprisoned. And as Jake hugged him, he wormed his way into his Wrangs, now fitting even more supertightly because of the exercise his thighs and calves had undergone. Even the imprint his cock and balls made in his Wrangs from their ongoing hardness was larger. And when he went into the village on Friday night for the bullriding contest, he was greeted with applause and whistles for his sexy, tight, cute-ass and the humungous cock and balls package he displayed once more.

And he won first prize in the bullriding contest.

 

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PART VIi

Ever since his ordeal Texas Cowboy has often wakened in the night and wondered where he would be now if he had not escaped. At other times he has wakened out of a nightmare where he has been strung up by his handcuffed wrists to a 10-foot tall pole with his feet not quite touching the ground and a bullwhip lacerating his back and ass with a drum sounding the rhythm of the strokes. He yelps as he did (and does when sometimes he is tested for his toughness as cowboys who bullride often are) when he was bullwhipped.

One hundred, one hundred and one he counts as he rubs his hands over his back to see if blood is flowing.

And when he discovers it is not, he breathes a sigh of relief that wakens his buddy Jake who has been so patient with him as he still has what might be called moments of terror. At such times Jake forms a unit with Texas Cowboy, placing his back next to hichest, stomach and cock so that he may place his stiffened member into his warm hole and quickly send a spurt of milk up his ass and bring a sense of joy and peace to his panicked head.

And while he sometimes works totally naked - except for his cowboy boots - having been made to work as a horse while totally naked and bootless, was an embarrassment to him and also a painful experience, for his captors continuously fondled his cock and balls and laid their whips onto his body. Sometimes they nicked his stiffened cock and balls and other times they pulled strands of his golden hair out of his head to take home to show their families. To say nothing of popping the tip of their bullwhips up his crack.

And while he finds a great deal of sensual pleasure out of the skintight fit of his jeans with their permanent imprint because they are so tight, he found the tightness of the leather cuff on his cock to catch the milk when he was bullwhipped to produce it, the roughness of their tieing it around his cock and the ultra-tightness of it was excruciating beyond any words he could use.

And also their sticking sticks up his ass (or trying to) was not something any man could find pleasure in - even if one'scock and balls responded stiffly at first.

The one great pleasure in his captivity came when the young man came with the key to the humbler that held his balls in an also excruciating grip. When his savior turned the lock and the humbler separated, there were a few seconds when all he felt was numbness. But soon feeling returned, dribbles of milk flowed and he stood up for the first time in the night since his captivity.

Also a moment of great pleasure came when Jake saw him walking into the yard in front of the bunkhouse. It was an answer to a prayer, for the rancher Texas Cowboy was helping had gone with Jake (at Jake's insistence) to see if they could find out what had happened to him.

All they could find out was that Texas Cowboy had been very bad and was taken away to be punished. Where, for how long were questions they found no answers to. All they returned with were his boots, chaps and Wrangs. These JJakke brought back to the ranch with him.

And though Jake had lanudered the piss, milk and bullshit stains out of them, no amount of laundering could remove the imprint of his cock and balls; and as soon as he could, he wiggled his way into them and pulled on his boots and danced a little jig of happiness.

The familiar pressure of the asscrack seam of his Wrangs also felt welcoming and seductive. And without another word he leapt into the puncheon of water and soaked his body for half an hour while the welts on his ass, back and upper thighs stung and then seemed to ease.

Speaking of his thighs, they had grown with the exercise and it was with greater difficulty than usual that he wiggled his legs into them.

But once his thighs were in his Wrangs, Jake whistled with pleasure at the though of squeezing them, fondling his cock and balls and running his fingers up the crack his Wrangs revealed so enticingly.