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  Mike spit three times into his hand and rubbed his asshole, then Buck's dick, until they were both slick with spit. Mike guided Buck to the entrance. Buck was tempted to return the favor and jam his dick in without mercy, but he knew that a dick as thick as his could do damage if not handled properly. He put the head in and pushed until he felt resistance, then backed up a quarter of an inch to give things time to adjust.

  Mike was a whiny bitch all of a sudden. “Come on man, what are you waiting for? Fuck my pussy! Make me your bitch.”

  Buck sighed inwardly. Mike could not possibly be ready yet. But then he started pushing back, impaling himself on the first 3 inches of Buck's dick. Buck had a football-shaped cock. He knew its dimensions well. Everything was within the range of normal the first three inches, but four inches in, he was as big around as a wine bottle.

  Mike was insistent. “Put it in, please”!

  Buck figured he wouldn't often have this opportunity to ravage a man with impunity. He dreaded the blood and likely early end to the fun, but it would feel good to give Mike the most painful minute of his life.

  He held Mike by the hips and with one swift movement, thrust to the hilt.

  Mike moaned softly. Buck pulled back, stretching Mike like a rubber band, then jammed his cock in all the way again. He pulled back a third time to check for blood, but his dick was squeaky clean.

  “Mike, how are you able to take this.”?

  “I live with Sal and Bear. Now fuck me like you mean it, punk”!

  Hearing this gave Buck renewed drive. He was salty as fuck and needed to get off badly. He started banging Mike with the same vigor he had taken a few minutes earlier down his throat. It was a revenge fuck, but it was more than that. He could see Mike’s face, overcome with desire and pleasure. Each time Buck brought his cock halfway out, Mike hummed with pleasure, feeling his sphincter stretch and shrink, over and over. Buck reached around to play with Mike’s nipples. He hadn't noticed, but they were long and thick, like fleshy thimbles. With each squeeze and twist, Mike cried out in ecstasy. He was making a lot of noise.

  Mike wanted Buck all the way in. He lifted one leg and Buck held it aloft, making the path from his cock to Mike’s hole as short as possible. This allowed Buck to penetrate Mike fully, stretching him deep inside. To Buck, this felt like a fleshy glove stroking his manhood.

  Buck was used to being the cocksucker. He had rarely been with a man or a woman this way, at least not for long. They always cried out in pain and begged him to stop, ending in a hand job and regret. To hear Mike grunting, “Don’t Stop! Fuck me harder!” was unprecedented. It turned Buck into a fucking machine. His hips pounded against Mike’s backside, each thrust more violent than the last. He unleashed years of pent up rage and frustration, and Mike absorbed it like a sponge.

  Fucking is supposed to be like this. Each person getting pleasure by giving pleasure to the other. This was Buck's first true fuck, where he could pound and stretch with wild abandon. A wave of pleasure washed over him, and he saw it transfer to Mike, who shivered with delight.

  Another wave came and transferred to Mike. It was a rhythm building between the two of them. Mike looked back at Buck, sweat pouring down his face. His pupils were pinpricks. He silently mouthed some nasty talk to himself, lost not only in his own bubble of pleasure, but feeding off of and giving back to the pleasure Buck was feeling. The wave came again, and Mike’s eyes rolled back into his head. The waves were coming at closer intervals now. This was nothing like the buildup to come from jacking off. This was a bioenergetic circuit, increasing in amplitude with each passing spark.

  Buck needed to satisfy a curiosity. For a moment, he pulled completely out. He saw what he had hoped: Mike’s ass was so stretched that it stayed gaping open.

  Mike turned and hissed. “Stop lookin’ and fuck my pussy, tenderfoot.”

  Buck reinserted himself and found that the waves were far apart again. But he kept picturing Mike gaping wide open, and it sped things up. Mike was pushing to meet his every thrust. He played with his own long skinny cock, which had recovered from its earlier explosion and now stood up rock hard past his belly to his chest. He played with himself gently at first, then more vigorously as the rhythm of the fuck got more intense.

  Seeing Mike jerk his long cock, and picturing his gaping hole in his mind's eye was the magic combination. The waves were replaced by urgent spasms.

  Mike increased his stroking in response, and in moments, Buck was in the home stretch.

  Mike whimpered “Oh yeah. Oh baby.” His masculinity cast aside to allow him to be a receptacle for Buck, it was all a turn on now.

  “You want me to fuck that pussy?” Buck hollered.

  Mike cried out, “Yes!”

  “You want me to shoot my load in your girly little pussy?”

  “Make me pregnant! Make a baby in me!”

  Buck didn't care how ridiculous that sounded, he just knew that he wanted to spew come up this man’s cunt.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Do it! Fill me with all your seed!”

  “Take it, bitch!”

  And with those words, Buck let loose a torrential flood of come inside Mike’s gaping ass. Mike was so wrapped up in his baby making fantasy, he scarcely noticed that he had shot a load of his own all over his face, neck and chest.

  Buck was so turned on, he just kept pumping out more and more come. He could feel his cock growing slick with it as he slowly thrust back and forth.

  They stood belly to back, locked at the waist, until Buck finally squeezed out the last vestiges of come. He pulled his slowly deflating prick out of Mike’s cavernous ass and felt it slap hard against his thigh.

  He watched in morbid fascination as Mike began to eject come from his ass into his hand. His hand was full when he brought it to his lips and drank the semen like it was wine. He returned his hand and it filled again. Mike offered it to Buck, who politely declined. Astonishingly, the come kept dripping out of him, and he kept drinking; Buck thought he must have spilled an impossible amount.

  Mike turned around to him and whispered, “It’s not just yours.”

  With that, he turned the shower back on and cleaned his hole, his cock, and soaped up Buck for good measure,

  When they left the bathroom, they were greeted with silent stares. Buck wanted to die of embarrassment. The men were whispering between themselves and nodding, but Buck couldn’t hear what they were saying. Mike presented Buck like a show pony. “Gentleman, the meat has passed inspection. He is yours to sample as you please.” Buck looked around the room at the hungry eyes eating him alive. He grinned. This was going to be a good year.

  CHAPTER THREE - D

  Sunrise was hours away when Buck was shaken awake. It was D, the drag who was going to train him to lead from behind.

  “Sal started breakfast. I wouldn't want you to miss it; it’s a long hard day ahead.”

  Indeed, Buck could smell bacon. He yanked up his jeans and threw on a t-shirt, stepping into his boots. In less than a minute, he was seated at the end of the table next to Mike. Sal served plates of eggs, grits, bacon with biscuits and gravy. Plates arrived in order of seniority, so Mike started in first and Buck was last.

  Mike ate slowly, waiting for Buck to get his helping. He knew this kid was too good to keep all for himself, but he still felt an urge to claim his property. The kid wasn't the biggest guy, but he was definitely the thickest Mike had ever taken. He felt a hint of shame about getting plowed and making baby talk, and he didn't like it. To avoid his feelings, he smacked Buck on the side of his head and bellowed, “Slow down!”as Buck had since gotten his helping and was wolfing it down with gusto.

  Buck looked up with gravy in the corner of his mouth, startled. “Yes sir, sorry sir.”

  He was a quick study in obedience, which made Mike want him all the more. The others around the table did their best to pretend nothing was happening. They knew that as long as Mike stayed focused on Buck, they could avoid his abuse.
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  Buck wiped the gravy from his mouth with his finger and sucked it clean. He knew how to distract men like Mike. Buck batted his long eyelashes and held his head hangdog, waiting for his next order. The only sound was the clanking of stainless steel cutlery against aluminum plates, and hungry cowhands breathing through their noses. Buck saw Mike break. One second he was on the verge of giving the boy a savage beating, the next he had released the boy from his control, for the world to have at him. Mike no longer owned him.

  The men around the table all sensed this power struggle, but knew better than to pounce on Buck while Mike was still smarting from the battle. There would be plenty of time today to find themselves alone with the new boy. They weren't exactly sure what happened in the shower last night, but Mike had never looked so satisfied. They all wondered what Buck had up his sleeve...or down his pant leg that got Mike in such a twist.

  Buck rode with D behind the herd until they reached the open grazing land along the Big Hole River. Once the cattle were munching happily on the long prairie grass, D took a tobacco break in the shade of a scrub oak. He offered a pinch to Buck, who politely declined.

  D took some time to critique Buck on his technique, and offered to teach him roping skills. “You’re the last line of defense. If any calf gets funny ideas and tries to run in the opposite direction, it’s gonna be you who’s gotta rope him and send him back to the herd.”

  Buck nodded. “You could definitely help me out if you teach me to lasso. I mean, we all did it in FFA, but that was a few years ago.”

  D smiled. “You’re in luck. There ain’t no better roper in Montana.”

  They started with the basics. Buck got the loop spinning, then moved it overhead, to the side, and finally tossed it over a tree stump. D was pleased, but he could see the kid was still green. It was time to take it up a notch.

  “Okay, kid, I'm gonna run past you and you gotta try and get me by the legs.”

  “Like tackle you”?

  “No, dipshit, with the rope!” But then he saw Buck's mischievous smile and he knew it was not a serious question.

  D favored the color black. Head to toe, from his hat to his boots, he was the man in black. It was going to make it tricky to get the rope under his feet. D ran past him a half dozen times before Buck finally snagged him and took him down. He ran to D and wrapped his wrists tightly, just like a he would do to a calf's front legs. Then he bound his feet to his wrists.

  “Okay, that was good.” D chuckled, waiting for Buck to release him. Buck stood surveying his handy work, hands on his hips. Buck licked his lips and thought about his prize. D struggled to get loose, but Buck had tied a perfect half-hitch. He was stuck.

  Buck looked D up and down. “You wear more black than Johnny Cash.” Are your underwear black too?

  D struggled to upright himself like a cockroach on its back. “Why don't you untie me and I can show you.”

  Buck shook his head. “I'm gonna find out myself.” He bent down and undid the top button of D’s black jeans. D wriggled in protest. Buck went for another button and revealed D’s pubes.

  “Is that what you wanted to show me?” At the third button, the top of D’s shaft was exposed.

  D quit struggling and gave in. The kid took the end of the rope and tossed it over a low branch of the oak. He tugged hard and D was hoisted in the air. Buck tied him off and now he had a meat rack swinging in the air. He loosened D’s belt so his jeans would slide down to his ankles easily, leaving him naked and erect. D was enjoying Buck's domination, despite himself.

  D normally kept to himself. He avoided the horseplay and sex with the other men. It conflicted with his upbringing in a proper Christian household. He knew that what went on out here was sinful, if not enjoyable. He avoided sex but didn't skip it entirely. Mike made sure he got passed around once or twice a month. At first, D screamed from the pain. After a week with Bear going at him nonstop, he moved past the pain and discomfort and entered into a painless sinful bliss. He learned how a man’s ass can give and receive pleasure. He had never been hogtied before.

  D looked at Buck and wondered if he could be any more painful than Bear. He saw Buck rubbing his crotch and traced the outline. His cock was nowhere near as long as Sal or Bear, but it was shaped differently.

  Buck was a gentleman. He used his tongue to lube up D’s ass with generous gobs of spit. He walked around to D’s head and rubbed his crotch in his face. D definitely felt something different about Buck underneath those Wranglers. His dick was just average length, but the middle part was thicker than his wrist. To demonstrate, Buck pulled his jeans down slowly, letting the football flop out and stand at half mast, straining under the weight of its midsection. He put the tip into D’s mouth.

  “D, you're gonna want to get as much spit on there as you can, okay.”

  Mouth full, D nodded and stretched his jaws apart. He struggled with the thick middle, and wasn't able to lube it up well.

  “I'm gonna be generous with you,” Buck pulled his dick out and spit in his hand, stroking his slippery saliva up and down the length of his shaft. He took one of D’s black socks and shoved it in his mouth. Inwardly, he felt sorry for D, who probably wouldn't enjoy this forced sex. But D’s cock was rock hard and even dribbling a little. Buck frowned and asked, “Do you want this, you little slut”?

  D nodded in the affirmative.

  “You want this cock in your ass”?

  D nodded even more vigorously.

  “Do you want me to untie you”? D shook his head no. Perfect. Buck had captured his prize; he played the game and won. Now it was time for a reward.

  Buck stuck a finger in D to test the waters. It was a tight hole, but his finger went in quite easily. He took it out and sniffed it. He smiled.

  “You cleaned real good, didn't you”? D nodded.

  Buck popped his small head past D’s sphincter and pushed forward until he met resistance. D’s truss moved slightly forward, emphasizing that Buck was at the limit of D’s resilience. D sucked in air between his teeth. Buck pushed D’s buttocks away from him, providing momentary relief. Gently, Buck let go and let D slide back down further on his cock. D winced, but kept silent, breathing through his nostrils.

  Buck pushed D away again, and this time he dropped a big ball of spit right at the widest part of his cock. Buck let go suddenly, and D was taken by surprise as he slid back down onto Buck's cock with enough force to pass the widest part, which was slick with spit.

  D saw stars as the pain hit him like a brick. He thrashed and kicked, screaming “Mother of Christ!” through the dirty sock. And then the pain was gone. Buck was balls deep, where the base of his cock was rather narrow. D breathed a sigh of relief, until Buck pushed him away, forcing him to take the widest part in reverse. White hot heat burned in his ass, but it was less than the first time.

  Again D felt relief as Buck pushed him further away from that painful wide spot. Buck let go; D swung like a pendulum right past the impasse and once more impaled himself fully on Buck's cruel cock.

  D thought about those painful nights with Bear. He was thick, and much longer than Buck, but he didn’t have Buck’s unforgiving wide spot that caused him to thrash in pain each time he passed it. Mike was long and skinny - the perfect shape for fucking ass. Buck was obscenely thick in the middle; but each thrust brought a fraction less pain.

  By now, Buck had built up a rhythm. He was using gravity to his advantage, pushing D away and letting him collide ass to hips, over and over. D was still wincing with pain, but each thrust caused so much pleasure, Buck couldn't care less what his hogtied hostage felt at this point. Buck just felt the tight, smooth circumference of D’s hole, stretching wide and snapping closed as it passed back and forth over Buck's widest part.

  D fell into the zone, where the pain of having his ass ravaged combined with the extreme discomfort of being hogtied and the humiliation of being gagged with his own sock to form a hybrid sensation that was neither pain nor discomfort. It was someth
ing else entirely; a sublime pleasure made up of physical and psychological sensations in concert. He felt helpless, vulnerable and aroused. Being used so thoroughly gave him a sense of purpose. He wanted to give the kid pleasure. He looked down to his soft cock, which was leaking a clear fluid. More kept coming with each stretching pass. He had heard of this but had never felt it before. Buck was giving him an anal orgasm. His hands and feet bound, and his anal cavity filled with another man’s invading flesh left him intoxicated.

  Buck noticed D’s drooling dick and felt a flush of pride. He was fucking him so well, it was making him come hands free, and soft. The fluid formed a puddle at the edge of D’s waist, then dripped in long thin threads onto the dirt below.

  A familiar warmth began to build in Buck's loins. He pulled out completely, then pounded his swollen member back through D’s gaping hole until his hips crashed into D’s buttocks, sending him swinging back, exposing Buck's full manhood, and a pendulum cycle formed.

  D was past the point of pain, so deep in pleasure that he couldn't think of a word to describe the feeling. Ecstasy? Maybe. The pressure of Buck's cock was causing his cock to leak faster and faster. Buck threw his head back and muttered, “Aw fuck. aw shit. I'm close man, so fucking close.” In a brief gesture of kindness, D’s captor reached out and yanked the sock from his mouth.

  “You like that?” he asked, “You like being tied up like an animal?”

  D whispered, “Yes. Yes, sir.”

  “Get ready for it. I’m, I’m...ohhh!” Buck sprayed the walls of D’s ass with his thick, hot come.

  D felt wet inside and out. He was drenched in sweat and his own leaky seminal fluid, and now he had Buck's thick white gravy deep in his rectum.

  At that moment, Buck locked eyes with the helpless handsome cowboy. He had dark brown hair, almost black, and a thin mustache framing his full lips. Buck had never wanted this before, but he had a prisoner, so he did it - he planted his lips on D’s.

  D was startled, taken aback, then suddenly very, very aroused. He leaned in to Buck's kiss, letting his lips part. Their tongues touched and retreated. Then they touched again, only this time, Buck was more forceful and D was more receptive. He let Buck into his mouth and they kissed like a couple of horny teenagers at inspiration point.