BullRiding
Dakota and Lance were sitting at the diner in th..
🕑 Added 2022-08-28 01:27:52 +0000 UTC
BullRiding
Dakota and Lance were sitting at the diner in the small town. Lance was eating a plate of pancakes while Dakota was looking through the local newspaper for help wanted advertisements. The two muscular friends have been on the run from their past for six months now. They were getting low on money and needed to save some up before continuing on.
“That would be great for us,” Dakota handed Lance, his long time friend, the paper and pointed out the advertisement.
Lance swallowed his bite of pancakes and took the newspaper.
Silver spurs Dude ranch need cowboys for bulking riding, lassoing, long riding. Must be consumer friendly.
“Sounds awesome. Should we go there now and apply,” Lance asked as he finished his breakfast.
“No time but the present,” Dakota gulped down his coffee.
The two muscular friends paid the waitress and got up. As they put on their cowboy hats, Dakota winked at the pretty waitress. She blushed and fanned herself with the cash they left for the bill and tip as she watched their muscular asses through their wrangler jeans when they left the diner.
The Silver Spurs Ranch was like many ranch type resorts that offered city slickers the real life cowboy experience. As the two friends walked to the main building they noticed that the ranch hands weren’t shy in showing off their bodies. Most were shirtless. Their well developed torso being displayed, showing off their hard work.
The manager Carter was impressed with the two younger men when he met them. Their handshakes were firm and strong.
“Well you two look like you are familiar with hard work,” the older cowboy openly checked each younger man out.
“Yes, sir, we've been around ranches, cattle, and horses all our whole lives,” Lance was the first to speak up.
“What brings you to the area,” Carter definitely liked what he saw.
“Well, truthfully sir. Lance and I had gotten into some trouble back home with a girl and the law,” Dakota tried not to go into too much detail.
Carter laughed, “no problem. Most of the men that work here are running from some kind of trouble. Here, we pay our ranch hands in cash. Many of them like it that way.”
“Yes, sir, we prefer that way,” Dakota smiled happily.
“Great, you are hired,” Carter gripped each man’s hand. “I have my ranch hands’ supervisor show you around and get you settled in.” He put his arms around each cowboy’s broad shoulders as he led them out of his office. Carter squeezed their mountainous shoulders with his hand.
Yes, those two will be very popular among the clients, Carter thought to himself as he discreetly felt up their huge, hard muscles.
After they were introduced to the ranch hands superviser, Roger, and got settled into their bunks, they were given access to the ranch hands’ gym. The two cowboys were impressed by how big and modern the workout area was. They changed out of their wrangler jeans and sleeveless plaid shirts and into workout tights and revealing stringers shirts. The two muscle studs felt so good to be back in a modern gym again. They worked out hard, building up a healthy sweat. After their workout they retired to the locker room where they found their cool, refreshing water jugs. They were so tired and dehydrated that they drank down the whole water jugs. They then started to take off their sweaty clothes to shower when they started to feel drizzly.
“What the fucckk, mannn,” Dakota gripped the locker, naked, to support himself.
“I don’t . . .feel welll,” Lance said before stumbling over his tights around his ankles and falling to the floor.
Dakota continued to hold on to the locker as he slid down to the floor as well, his powerful legs unable to support him.
The two cowboys came to to the boostive voice of Carter, “rope them cowboys, hee haw,”
Dakota and Lance, barely aware of what was going on, tried to stand up on their boot covered feet. They instantly realized that they were naked, except for their boots, leather chaps, and cowboy hat. Their cocks were rock hard thanks to the drugs that Carter had slipped them. Neither could speak as both mouths were gagged with ball gags. Dakota was about to pull at the gag’s straps that were secured behind his head when a lasso landed around him and tightly bound the cowboy’s huge arms to his side.
“I got one,” a man with a thick northern city accent proclaimed.
“Great job, sir,” Carter loudly proclaimed.
Lance looked terrified at his friend and tried to bolt across the large room to flee. However, he didn’t know where he was running to. Nevertheless, he didn’t get far as another lasso caught him, causing him to land face down on the floor, painfully on his hard cock.
“Great job, honey,” the man who had roped Dakota proudly congratulated his husband.
“Great work, sirs, now let's get your bulls hogtied and you can bull ride those hot wild stallions,” Carter cheered the two gay men on.
It was soon obvious to both Dakota and Lance that they were the bulls that were going to be rode that the advertisement referred to. Tears and look of fear formed in both straight men’s eyes as their muscular arms and legs were hogtied. They tried to resist as they were led over to two saddle looking devices. In the middle of each saddle was a hole. Instead of sitting down on the saddles, the cowboys were pushed down to lay over the devices. Their hard cocks were then pushed into the holes. As soon as their cocks were inserted inside the holes, it tightened around the cowboys’ cocks like a vice and began to vibrate. Dakota and Lance threw their heads back and cried out. Their already drug induced hard ons were throbbing. In their position, their muscular, well-developed butts were pushed up into the air. Roger, the rancher hand’s supervisor, then injected a serum into each cowboy’s arms
Once their powerful legs and arms were secured, Carter explained the rules to the two rich guests, “the objective is to stay on and inside these wild, untamed stallions until they buck you off or you get them to cum.”
The two rich gay men laughed as they undress. Dakota and Lance’s minds were going into overdrive. The drug that was injected into them was making it hard to think and the vibration against their cocks were making them grind against the saddles in animalistic feverish lust. Both gay man lined their cocks up to each cowboy’s tight hole. Then at the same time they both pushed hard into the tight virgin holes. Both Dakota and Lance yelled and began to struggle to free themselves. It was useless. Their minds were a mess and couldn’t focus nor think. They bucked like wild beasts while their cocks and prostate were worked. The men were riding them like wild bulls. They held onto the horse reins that were attached to the ball gags of each mindfucked cowboy. Sweat was pouring over each man's bodies, while Tears were running down Dakota and Lance’s faces. They were bucking to get the men out of them but also to cum. Dakota and Lance were so horny and needed to cum so badly as the men rode them hard and long.
Big dumb Lance was the first to cum. Covered in sweat, he threw his head back and yelled. The device in the saddle began to milk his cum out of him. Hearing his friend cum, drove Dakota over the edge. They both came into the milking-like hole. As they came, their tight anal muscles spasmed and clamp down around the men’s cocks, pulling them deeper into their manpussies. It didn’t took the two gay men long to flood both jock cowboys insides.
Carter was right, Dakota and Lance became popular additions to the ranch. They began in high demand for the rich gay men. In a few weeks there was nothing left of their cocky, toxic masculine that had gotten them in trouble before. They became docile cattle for men to breed and use.
