BDSM Library - Story: Nick\'s Summer, Chapter: Part 6

Nick 6 - Wrangler

by Emile

Nick was lounged against a wall in his football gear, exhausted after a long game. He panted against the cinderblock wall, his chest heaving with exertion, football shirt clinging to every curve of his muscular body. One of the cheerleaders, with big tits and a sunny smile, was bounding up to him, shaking pom poms in time with her jiggling breasts. She called out his name and he went to embrace her, but his hands were too tired to lift, aching from the game. She came to him, her body against his, her intoxicating scent, her ample cleavage in his face. She sighed, her honey breath warming his face, as she sweet-talked him, proud of her man. He felt himself getting aroused, and she dropped the pom poms, grabbing his stiffening dick. "Give it to me baby" she purred, squeezing harder. He leaned forward but she pushed him back, still squeezing his cock. Her grip was like iron, and the pleasure of her sweet caress was turning to pain. She was rubbing herself against him, he could feel her cunt against the head of his dick even through her skirt, but with her hand tightening around his dick, he couldn't get closer to her snatch. She was panting, but wouldn't let go - tighter and tighter until ...

Nick woke up screaming, his fat cock bulging against the cock-cuff. Three weeks into the summer, three weeks of constant stimulation, drooling day and evening without relief, and his cock was permanently basted with goo. They'd taken to strapping his hands above his head, and restraining his dick with hard, unyielding steel hoops, making the inevitable wet dreams into nightmares. Two tight steel rings, one below his knob, one at the root of his cock, bit into his skin, as his cock arched up towards his face, throbbing against his skin like a well fed carpet snake. His boy boy balls never shrank from their beating, still clogged with unreleased sperm, and his veiny sac was now stretched from the cockroot by a heavy steel cuff, 2 inches wide and 1 inch thick of solid steel. The weight tugged his nads tight and low, swinging at least 3 inches below the curve of his dong. As with most nights, he lay in a horse trough, naked, his hands stretched to the column behind, legs draped over the sides. The Punisher was jammed up his well fucked arse, although with the night's exertions he'd managed to push 3 inches out, the slick ribbed plastic tool sticking out his tight buns like a stumpy tail. The remaining 9 inches still churned in his guts, banging his prostrate hard, making his cock burp more scum in beat.

The constant stream of dickpaste had been leaking over his tanned abs, oozing between his pecs, clinging to his chest hair, before leaking over his neck and filling the trough around his neck. Combined with the slugs of cum and piss from the farmers' late night visits, he constantly lay in a thick viscous scummy bath. This hadn't been good enough for Lewis though, who had taken a long shoehorn and wedged it in his mouth, horn holding his tongue down, the base tucked under his distended cock. The metal horn was tilted slightly down from his cockhead to his lips, so the stream of nutjuice rolled relentlessly down and into his mouth, coating his tongue and rolling down his throat. The tangy taste of cock was permenantly on his lips, although he could still sleep, eventually, until his dreams made him pump out too much gunk, or one of the grungy hick's hands pumped a load of his own cock batter into his mouth - which most of them aimed for as they shot their nightly loads. His dad hired men for their stamina, not just in the fields but afterwards, each equipped with an ever ready hose which could pump three or four thick loads a day, often into Nick's unwilling holes.

Reb was lead wrangler, and heard his scream from the other side of the stable, where he slept. He strolled over sleepily, still scratching and yawning, giving Nick a glimpse of his dark sweaty pits. Reb was all fur and muscle, his only baths the tonguebaths he made Nick give him at dawn when he untied him, and he reeked of man and horse sweat, overpowering the scent of cum and sex that permenantly lingered around Nick. He stood between Nick's spread legs, towering over him, idly stratching a hairy pec and taking in the scene. In the dim light, sunkissed and dirt streaked, Nick's dark skin shone, muscles glistening beneath his own oily sheen, contrasting with the white lake of cum around him. Slugs of mens loads slashed his body like brands, around his biceps, across his chest and mostly over his face. Reb guessed that in a few days, the ever rising lake of cum would reach reach his cheeks, and Reb would have to make him swallow a litre every morning to stop him drowning himself in the night. But for now he just stood back and grinned, enjoying the helpless expression of the spreadeagled jock, tense muscles bulging as his oversized tool bucked against the cold steel restraint. Reb's own fat sausage lurched in response, pushing out the front of his flimsy boxers, making Nick's eyes bulge. He hadn't fucked Nick all week, telling him he was saving up for something special, and Nick's fear grew with every swelling visit. He reached down, squeezing his hardening cock through the pants, and asked Nick if he wanted to get up early.

Nick hesitated, unsure of the trap. There was a chance an early start would mean he could clean himself up before the chores began, maybe even get up to the big house. Ever since the motel visit, Lewis and the men had him working from dawn to dusk, backbreaking work like hauling hay bales and mucking out stables. Every chore was delayed as gringos randomly wandered in, forcing him to drop everything and service them, whatever their demands. Three of the mexicans had a game - two would stand in his path as he hauled hay, forcing him to lower his heavy bale so they could make him swing on one greasy dick, while another ploughed his arse. The third guy stood a little apart, just waiting until they'd spurted their cum, and he'd picked up the bale and began stumbling forward. He'd get maybe 10 feet to find the third guy blocking his path, making him drop the bale again and get back on his knees for another creaming. By the time he'd battered Nick's tongue, the first two were standing a little further off, ready to go again - a symphony of back breaking work and fucksauce. As a result, he was lucky if he was finished before the men bedded down, and had to shovel food scraps into his lean body before they tied him down for the night. Only his father could release him from the cycle, but he didn't have a free moment to see him.

Nick began to speak, his voice croaky, rubbed raw by dick. He had trouble forming his words, his swollen lips, the shoehorn and his own dicksap on his tongue all working against him. "Please Reb, I've got to see my dad. If you untie me, will you let me go?" Reb grinned. "So, what's in it for me, boy?". He was still fingering his thickening dick. The tool was a monster, bloated with arousal, his balls bulging with gallons of unreleased cream. He straddled Nick's waist, squatting down until his own dickroot pressed against the cuff. Nick moaned involuntarily as Reb rocked back and forward, grinding their cocks together, yanking his stretched balls between Reb's iron cheeks. Reb let one hand rove over Nick's chest, knocking the shoehorn aside and tracing the word 'cunt' that he'd carved into Nick's hair. The pressure pushed Nick deeper into the trough, straining his arms and pushing his head down, so that cum seeped around his jaw. He rocked back on Nick's crotch, stretching his balls further, and with his free hand he pushed on the dildo, slowly forcing the huge dong back inside him. Nick was afraid, but desperate. "Uh, you can do anything you want." Reb smiled, keeping a firm hand on the dildo so the widest point stayed stretching Nick's sphincter. "Boy, I can already do what I want. It's what you'll do I'm interested in." Nick's gaze was locked on Reb's throbbing beer can thick tool. Seeing him transfixed, he went on. "Your hole is getting sloppy, the fuck's gone out of you. When you get back from your dad, I want you to fuck yourself on me, hard, until I cum." Nick sighed, it was almost too easy. Gratefully, he nodded his consent.

Reb got up and started unshackling him. "I figure, with that pussy whip inside of yer, it should be nice and tight against my ponystuffer again." He'd just hauled Nick out of the trough, and despite the agonising pain, Nick froze, cum slopping off his back. He was already bow legged from the enormous dildo, cramps wracking his body. There was no way he could get Reb's cock up there as well, his legs were jelly thinking about it. His strong thighs quivered, shivers shooting up his spine. He looked up pleadingly into Reb's eyes, knowing the sadistic fucker would only deprive him of this sliver of freedom if he protested. "Look, I know a young calf like you thinks it'll be a struggle, but I've broken bigger bulls en you. Hey, to loosen you up, how 'bout you leave that tickler up there while you visit your papa?" He reached down, caressing Nick's arse before pressed on dildo base, turning the rotating motor on. The fake cock made a sickening hum and began churning up Nick's arse. Nick almost doubled over, from the combination of pain and pressure. The grinding on his prostrate made his trussed cock drip rivulets of scum, basting his dusky six pack with goo. Reb clipped the base to his ball stretcher, restraining the dildo and pulling his nads down and his cock out. There was no way his father would give him an inch of clemency now - the minute he saw his stiff dick and stuffed hole, he'd send him back for a double dose of "education". Horrified, Nick begged to stay. "No sir buckaroo, we can't have that. Now pull on your pouch there, best you can, you only got half an hour, round trip, or we won't be done fucking before dawn. I'm gonna call up to yer daddy, make sure he's ready for you, so I'd trot off or he'll be waitin'."

Nick pulled the flimsy pouch up, almost falling over as the dildo punched up his innards while he bent. The posing pouch only made it to his hips, and without permission to touch his cock, best he could do was pull it half way, so the elastic cut into the arching shaft. The cock cuff bulged out the sides, and the whirring motor was sure to draw his father's attention to his rear. Reb strolled away, picking up the bakelite receiver hanging on the wall. He watched, laughing, as the young buck capered out of the barn, jogging awkwardly, one hand on his waistband to stop his dork flopping about, the other hand on the seat to stop the dildo from wiggling. To his cowboy eyes, he was a colt in the ring, bucking away, on breaking point. He couldn't wait to tame the stallion himself. Reb figured that after this morning, Nick might be finally ready for his special treat. His first penetrating fuck from a real horse cock.