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I was pretty hot shit for an 18 yr old, or so I thought! I had grown faster
than most for my age, and the results were embarrassing, yet ego-building. A
full 6' tall, and a full 7 thick inches at age 18, it was those fuckin'
low-hangers of mine that got me the nickname "Moose". It was also "balls" that
got me into more trouble than I could handle that summer afternoon as I stood
on the backporch, my cut cockhead aimed at the mouth of a canteen; busily
"brewing" the tea to take to Rob at the corral on the back forty. To me it was
just another prank, a little excitement in my otherwise monotonous summer-time
existence - days filled with baling hay, driving cattle and shoveling shit. 
Behind my prank, however, was a deeper motive than want of excitement.

Only children are notoriously spoiled and covet attention jealously. No one
dares tread on their territory. I was no exception to that rule. So it was more
than just kicks that prompted me to fix my special "cocktail" for Rob that
steamy summer afternoon. I had always jealously admired Rob, the hunky number
that came to be our "hired hand" for the summer. For the last several years, my
old man had bruised my pride by hiring an extra man in the summertime. But this
time instead of some overgrown city brat from the county detention center, Dad
had picked a real man, a 6'2" black haired, blue-eyed cowpuncher who had lost
his winnings from the spring rodeo in a bet on his arm wrestling ability. 

"Too much beer and not enough muscle, kid", He told me when I asked why he'd
lost! But He had too much muscle for me. Too much of everything for someone who
was only 6 years my senior! As I swung up on my Palomino gelding, Rex. I
chuckled to myself as in my mind I conjured up visions of Rob's expression when
He discovered the fluid pouring out of that canteen was hot piss and not iced
tea! I'd teach that hayseed cowboy to invade my territory! A few minutes later,
I reined Rex from a full gallop to a dead stop, about 2 feet from the outer
corral gate. As the dust settled, I could hear Rob coughing, trying to clear
the sandy grime from his throat. "Where the fuck ya think you're goin' Kid, a
fire?", he asked. I watched as he pulled out his red bandanna and wiped the
dirt of his disgruntled face. The sweat formed rivulets meandering over his
pecs and down over his muscled gut - then racing toward the bulging crotch
hidden beneath his well-worn 501's. I didn't know just why, but I had always
been drawn to the sight of a working cowboy, but I had - and here stood a
perfect example of the type my mind worshipped. My eyes roamed from top to
bottom.

From the tanned face, broadened by a bushy black moustache; shaded by a
sweat-stained straw hat, across that bulging crotch wrapped in snug-fitting
chaps - bruised over the years by thorns and barbed wire, down to this
spur-clad boots, the caked mixture of horseshit, piss, and dirt making them
look twice as Rob's 24 years - he was the walking, talking example of what I
looked up to - of what I wanted to be. But the shithead was on "my" ranch,
rustling the approval of "my" old man, and the son-of-a-bitch was gonna have to
GO - I'd see to that! "I may not be able to wrestle your ass down", I thought,
as He reached into my saddle bag and grabbed the canteen, "but I can make your
ass so fuckin' mad you'll stomp off this ranch pronto!", I surmised. After all,
everyone isn't able to take a practical joke even when it's only now and then.
Just as Rob was putting the canteen to his lips, a curious white-faced heifer
nosing around the outer gate knocked it from its mooring. It slapped Rex right
in the ass, sending the flighty palomino lunging across the corral toward Rob,
who was throwing his head back expecting to drink in a gulp of cool refreshing
tea. In the second it took for the hot bitter fluid to hit his throat, I found
myself heels-in-a-pile at Rob's feet, deposited there by one cowpony who could
jump any fence when he felt both surprised and threatened.

I landed belly up, Rob covering me in a stinking spray from head to toe. The
look of rage in his eyes told me that my inability to escape "after the fact"
meant that this joke was goin to be on me - only nobody was laughing! My
efforts to make Rob's life miserable called for a squaring of accounts, and
mine was soon gonna' be marked PAID IN FULL! I grunted as Rob slammed his
crusty right boot in the middle of my gut, the rowels of his spurs aimed
menacingly at my cock. He spit the last drops of my golden piss in my face and
growled, "Alright punk, since you're such a funny man, let's you and I just try
out my new act". The full weight of his body grinding through the boot planted
on my stomach had me pinned to the ground. 

Before I could squirm free, the cowboy stud had deftly grabbed a piggin-string
and lashed my legs together. "Roll Over", he barked, as he raked the rowel of
his spurs across my crotch. After years of calf roping on the rodeo circuit,
Rob made quick work of tying me spreadeagle across the loading chute. As he
yanked my Levis over my cheeks, exposing my ass to the sky, he muttered, "Get
your nose in that fuckin' straw and keep it there shitface - there's more of
that smell comin', and you're gonna love it!" The jingle of his spurs as he
walked around me was quickly broken by the crack of the bullwhip which moments
before had been draped over the chute gate. "Now, you son-of-a-bitch, since you
don't know how to tell piss from tea, I'M gonna give you a sample of real food
and drink - and you're gonna learn a little about cleaning, too. Do you
understand?" "Yeah", I moaned into the wet straw.

"I didn't hear that", he snarled and lashed out at my exposed ass with the
whip. "Yes SIR!" I screamed, shuddering all over from the searing pain
radiating from my freshly bruised butt. "Look fuckface, your old lady don't
like me tracking horseshit in her house - so you're gonna be in charge of
seein' that my boots are clean from now on - got it?" "No way you bastard", I
yelled - never looking up to betray the fear in my eyes. "Lick'em now!", and
the whip sailed out again, the knotted end finding the puckered hole in the
middle of my ass-crack. This last blow sent a stinging sensation crawling right
up my ass into my gut. Fearing more of the same, my tongue shot out caressing
the shit-caked toe of his boots. "All over'em fucker", he demanded. The crack
of the whip enforced his command, and my wet tongue slid eagerly into the arch
between the heel and sole of his boot as he rubbed the spit and piss dampened
raunch of many a rodeo over my face and in my moustache. The filth on his boots
began to almost taste good as my mind began to wander to the magnificence of
this stud cowpoke ruling over me.

After at least half-an-hour of furious licking, he pulled one foot and then the
other out of my face. The metal of his spurs was now shining, and the boots -
though old and beat up, were clean enough for Mom's inspection! "Not bad, but
you'll get better", he smirked patronizingly. "Bullshit", I mutter under my
breath. Not only was my comment too loud, but my timing was off for the 2nd
time in one day - for my wise-crack sent my Cowboy Stud Master into another
rage! "You think you're such hot shit?" In a few seconds, I found my wrists and
ankles tied to the branding hold-downs, my jeans down to my knees.. "Now, you
little shit! I'm gonna leave you there for a while, to think over your little
joke... I'll be back in about an hour." "Wait! You can't leave me here like
this! Bastard!!" This to his back as he rode towards the FarmHouse. The sun was
warm on my back, but not too bad. Then something wet-nosed my butt. "Moooo." I
craned my head. It was the heifer calf. 

I kicked at the animal. Little bitch was the cause of all my troubles.. The
gate creaked. A lower moo told me that another animal had wandered in. From the
looks of him, an immature bull. He sniffed up the calf. Shit! That's all I
need. To get trampled by a pair of horny cattle.. The bull butted her in the
side, then tried to mount her.. She jumped, and his cock flicked out, blood-
red, and long as a poker. The little heifer moved too fast, and the yearling
fell on top of me. Aaaugh! His slick cock plowed up my shit-chute easily. The
animal grunted, and nuzzled the back of my neck.  The heifer came back, and
stuck her head under my ribs, shoving me up, so she could lap at my aching nuts
with a raspy tongue. Then, as the bull hunched over me, and started humping my
ass, the calf got down on her knees, and sucked on my dick. This was too much.
I remembered some of the former hands talking about how it felt to have a
hefter yank on their cocks, but I thought it was all bullshit. Teeth bit into
my dick. I yelled, trying to squirm away. The bull bellowed, slammed into me,
and filled my ass with sticky cum.

I didn't believe it.. It felt too damn good. The animal pulled free, and
wandered off. "Like That?" I turned my head. My tormentor booted the calf. The
heifer bit me, hard!  Rob pulled the animal away, and shooed it back to the
corral. Latched the Gate. "I brought ya a friend.." I head a snort. Walking-
Bar, the show-stallion Dad bought, came into my view. He was full-blood Morgan,
and hot as a pistol. Rod grinned and snubbed the reins to the post next to my
head. The horse nuzzled my butt for a moment, then sank his yellowed teeth deep
in a cheek. "Yowtch!" The cowboy chuckled. "He likes ya. That's good, because
you two are going to get better acquainted." He played with the hairy sheath,
until the black, greasy cock slithered out in front of me. "Clean him off."
Fuck Yo... *GAG*" He stuck the tip into my mouth. It swelled and the animal
danced over me. "I Was going to get some axle grease... But I think this animal
is gonna save me the trouble." The horse bit my ass again, drooling over it. Pa
always said it was a mite crazy. I heard Rod gasp, as he stuck his dick in it's
mouth, the horse chewed on it. Then he slapped my abused butt with the sopping
wet tool. I knew from the rock-hard meat between my legs that my own body was
saying, "This is the stud you've been wanting to serve!"

Only, now I was confused.. Was it The Man or The Stallion? It didn't matter..
The ride of a lifetime was coming my way! All the fight now drained out of me,
I yielded willingly as his throbbing cockhead parted my cheeks and plunged into
my asshole. I groaned with pleasure - he grabbed my throbbing cock in his
gloved hand and began to stroke the shaft furiously - in rhythm with the
pumping fuckstick he was cramming down my ass! The moment I felt the surge of
his cock dumping loads of cum into my gut - my own cock spewed white globs of
pearly cum all over my chest. The animal above us whinnied, horse-cum gagging
me. I had to swallow it or drown.. Wasted by the violence and passion, I melted
into the weathered floor of the chute as Rob, my training completed, released
my arms and legs from their bonds. He pulled the Morgan back, it's cock jerking
out of my throat, squirting one last glob of semen into my mouth. "Now that you
know who's boss, kid - we're gonna get along just fine", he smiled as the words
firmly crossed his lips. He turned, mounted the horse, and headed for the barn.
I picked myself up and pulled on my jeans, mounted Rex and headed home, too.

I never played anymore practical jokes on that stud cowpuncher. My training,
happily, didn't end that day. I really needed someone to show me just where my
ass belonged - and he was just the Bronc Buster to do it! 

Impramatur Ron a/k/a Buckin Bronc

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