Bondage Ranch

a Gay erotic story

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Bondage Ranch. By BMAN

I was 47, Raul was 19 when he came to work for me on the ranch. I called it a ranch, only 160 acres in size and I leased most of that out to my neighbor. He raised cattle and used the extra acreage for grazing. I was divorced for almost eight years now. I had one son but never saw him after his mother took him. She didn't ask for anything, just took the boy and left me. She found out I was fucking the lady at the local feed and grain. I was thinking of selling the ranch before Raul came along.

He was a handsome young Mexican boy. I told him I couldn't pay him a lot because the ranch didn't make a lot. He said after we built it up, then I could pay him more. I liked his attitude, very cocky and sure of himself. Raul was about 5' 10, very tan, muscular body and like most Mexicans, not much body hair. I would watch him trough the window, working with his shirt off. His tan body would shine with perspiration.

I guess my mistake was letting Raul control everything. I guess with age comes less resistance to things. Every time he wanted to make changes or do anything on the ranch, I just agreed and let him do it. I pretty much gave him control over anything he wanted to do. I didn't know then that it would extend to me as well. However, some ideas were good like boarding horses in the empty stables. I began to realize I had made a good choice in this boy. I was happy keeping up the house and doing the cooking.

Raul shared the house with me, he stayed in the spare bedroom in the front of the house, with a connecting bathroom. I had taken my shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the kitchen. I thought I'd better ask what Raul wanted for dinner. I didn't hear the shower going so I called out. “Raul! You there?” To my surprise, Raul walked out of the bathroom stark naked.

I was taken back by his smooth brown body and well developed abs. Most of all, his young cock was straight and hard like a flag pole. “I'm.....I'm sorry, Raul. I didn't realize your were naked.” Raul walked over to me. “That's all right. I've seen you watching me. I know you're queer for me.” “NO! No, Raul its nothing like that! Please, I'm sorry. I'm not gay! Really!”

He yanked the towel off my waist and tossed it on the floor. “So you say, but your thick cock tells me something else.” I stared at him, I didn't know what to say. My cock was swelling up fast. Standing there naked like that, I felt so meek and humble. When he stripped the towel away, he also stripped away my resistance. “Turn around, faggot!”

As soon as I did, Raul quickly bound my hands together with a belt. “Raul, what are you doing?” He slapped me hard across the ass. “Shut up, faggot!” “Please, Raul! I told you I'm.....I'm not gay!” “We'll see about that, faggot.”

“I guess you need to be punished for your actions.” Punished? I had not been punished since I was a little boy. He shoved me face down across the bed. Suddenly, the the silence of the room was quickly broken when the leather strap landed across my naked ass. God, did that hurt! He did it again and again and again. My ass was on fire. He dropped the strap and used his bare hand. WHACK!.......... WHACK!......... WHACK! I was always straight with sex. I never experienced anything that was abnormal or kinky. Not until Raul came into my life.

He pulled me off the bed and on my knees. His fingers grabbed my nipples and pinched them over and over as hard as he could. “Please, Raul. Don't do this. Please!” “You look good on your knees begging to me.” He slapped me across the face. “Beg some more. It makes your cock harder.”

“Please, Raul.......” He slapped me again. “I should fuck that nice looking round ass of yours, but I'm going to let you suck my cock this time.” “No, please.........” He slapped my face again as he stuck his hard cock in my face. “Take it in your mouth, faggot!”

I opened my mouth, allowing him to shove his cock deep in my throat. It was warm and hard and it made me gagged several times. “You can do better than that faggot! Suck hard in it! My balls are full and need to be drained.” I was over come by humiliation and disgrace. I looked over at the full length mirror on the closet door. There was my reflection, on my knees sucking a mans cock. Raul held my head and rocked his hips back and forth.

Suddenly, his orgasm came, pumping my mouth full of his hot sperm. I glanced at the mirror again, watching the sperm drooling from my mouth, down my chest and some even dripping on my cock. “That's nice! Keep sucking, it feels good.” Again, I watched myself in the mirror, sliding up and down that brown cock, feeling my own cock throbbing and twitching.

Raul shoved me across the bed again, this time on my back. “Lets have a look at that big thick white cock of yours.” He pulled my legs apart, fondling my balls with his fingers and stroking my cock. It was like I was frozen, I couldn't do a thing to protest what he was doing. Then he slid his mouth over my cock and began to suck me. My wife hand done this once a long time ago, but she never made it feel like this.

His right hand reached up and began pinching and twisting my nipples and I it drove me crazy. I could feel my glans beginning to orgasm. It was the most terrific feeling I ever had. His hand pulled down my balls and it felt even better. I lay on the bed, thoroughly exhausted, my head still reeling. Raul pulled me to my feet and untied the belt. “Now go fix us something to eat.”

I felt Raul watching me as I stood with my back to him at the sink. “You know, I like slapping your ass. It feels good. And I bet your ass is a good fuck too.” The only time I had ever been fucked in the ass was with my finger. That always made my orgasm feel so much better, but never by a man's cock. I didn't say anything. At that point I was too scared to.

Raul walked up behind me and jabbed his finger up my ass. “The sooner you understand you're my property, the better off you'll be.” He slapped my ass again. “See you in the morning. And you better be naked!”

I thought about what he said as I stood in the kitchen alone. I need to understand I'm his property? That was a strange thing to say. Maybe where he came from in Mexico people are property. I turned off all the lights and jumped into bed. That night I had a really strange dream.

I was standing naked in a village town square. People were gathered around looking at me and sneering. Raul walked out from the crowd with a black whip in his hand. “Faggot! Come here and kneel before me!” I quickly knelt down in front of him. “Tell me what you are!” “I'm your property, SIR!”

“You're body is MINE! Say IT!” “My body is yours, SIR! “Who is allowed to fuck your ass?” “Only you, SIR!” “Who's cock do you love? “I love Yours, SIR!”

“Stand up, spread your legs! Masturbate for everyone!” I was so humiliated I held my head down, trying to block out the crowd around me. Fisting my cock, I began stroking it up and down faster and faster so it would be over and I wouldn't have to suffer anymore. The crown clapped, they whistled and shouted “FAGGOT” at me. My cock was erupting, shooting sperm in the air and it wouldn't stop. More and more kept coming out as the crowd cheered “FAGGOT. FAGGOT. FAGGOT.”

Suddenly, my eyes shot wide open and starred at the bedroom ceiling. The clock said 4:35. Time to get up, shower and get breakfast ready. The coffee was finished when Raul walked in. He looked me over, I was naked just like he told me.

“You get in that shower and shave your cock and balls. I want it smooth and clean not one hair left. When you finish, come to the barn and show me. Just naked like you are.” I had never shaved my genitals ever. When I first got pubic hair I really thought I was a grown up man. Now with all that shaved off, I felt kind of submissive and humble. I getting aroused while walking naked to the barn where Raul was working on a fence.

Raul smiled, as he fondled my cock and balls with his fingers. “Nice. Really smooth. You keep'em like this all the time. You hear?” “Yes, SIR!” I realized that was the same response as I had given in my dream. “Good. Tonight when we shower, I'll shave you ass. I want it nice and smooth just like you cock and balls.”

That night he kept his promise. My arms tied behind my back bent over in the shower. Raul shaved my ass and crotch of every inch of hair. I stepped out from the shower and never never felt so naked as I did right then. When he slapped my fresh shaved ass, it echoed through the whole house. He slapped it about a half dozen times smiling all the time. “I really love how that feels. It's great.”

Raul also kept his promise about fucking my ass. He made me get on my knees and bend my head forward down on the floor. He rubbed something in my ass and over his cock before he slid it deep inside me. “You are so beautiful and tight! I love a gringo ass!” Once again, we were by the closet mirror and I could see him humping me like a dog in heat. He would pull his cock almost all the way out, then slam it back inside me.

I heard him groan and moan, and I felt the hot sperm making its way into my bowels. I looked up between my legs to see my own cock was hard and dripping. Raul slapped me. “Look how hard your faggot cock is. A hard cock in your ass makes you hot! Doesn't it?”
I was afraid to say anything else, so I agreed. “Yes, SIR!”

Raul slapped my balls and I doubled over. “You'll have to keep that juice inside those faggot balls until I say you can release it.” He slapped my cock and balls several more times. “You hear me, faggot?” “Yes, SIR!”

The next month was a turning point for me. The constant nudity and humiliation drove me deeper into submission. My cock and balls would become accustom to Raul's abuse just as sucking his cock and regular fucking became normal. By then, I literally became his property. The most shameful part of all was I enjoyed it. I had more orgasms in that month than I had in my entire life. I think my ejaculations could have filled a gallon jug.

Raul was great, he was increasing the productivity of the ranch and bringing in more money. I even enjoyed the punishment he administered to me. Keeping me in bondage, dog collar around my neck and a ring around my cock and balls. There was the spankings and the dildos I was forced to sit on around the house. I was happy for the first time since my marriage broke up, and it was about to get better. My part was to keep the house. I did all the house work including cooking, cleaning, dishes and laundry. Of course I had to do it all in the nude.

One afternoon I was in the bar with Raul. He had me hanging from a pulley, my arms stretched above my head, mouth gagged and my legs wide open. I heard a vehicle pull up outside and a chill went through my body. Raul went out and returned several minutes later with a Mexican boy by his side. “Victor, this is the faggot Mr. Foster that I wrote you about.” The boy smiled and slowly walked around me.

Raul looked at me. “Faggot! This is my younger brother, Victor. He's 15. He's come to stay with us and help run this ranch.” I felt the boys hands roaming over my body, rubbing my genitals, rubbing my ass and pinching my nipples. “He's a smooth old man. I like him. You know how I like to make old men beg!”

I soon found out what Victor meant. He a little rougher than his brother, Raul. He was also the horniest boy I ever met, always obsessed with sex. Having me to practice on, was the ultimate joy for him. He called me maricon, which I found out later was Spanish for faggot. Victor loved to fuck me, at least four or sometime five times a day. He made me beg for it just like he said.

“Please, Victor.....let me suck you cock, please!” “Should I fuck your gringo ass?” “Yes, please, Victor, please fuck my ass!” He made suck his cock until it nice and hard. He pulled it out of my mouth and rammed it in my ass, humping me like a dog in heat.

When Raul and Victor worked in the barn, they kept in the barn with them. Usually tied over a saddle stand with my arms and legs tied down. I was easy access for them to use me when they wanted. They wanted quite a few time during the day. Victor had this fascination with my genitals. I think he believed they were toys for him to play with.

“Maricon! You ever notice how older men have such nice balls to play with. They have such nice fat cocks. These are much fun to play with.” I couldn't say much since I was bound and gagged. He was playfully slapping my face, reminding me of my submissive position. A position that allowed him to do anything he wanted to me. He played with my cock and fingered my ass until I was hard.

“I love to force old men to cum. If they don't, I beat their balls. I slapped this old man's ball one time for five minutes before he shot his load. Did you know that?” I didn't even know how to answer that. Victor grabbed my erect cock and harshly began yanking it up and down. “I love how your balls jump up and down. I could watch them all day.” I focused on having an orgasm. I wanted this to end quickly before he slapped my balls for five minutes.

He slapped me back and forth across the face with his left hand. “Com'on Maricon! Make it come out!” I didn't know how arousing humiliation could be. Suddenly I was overpowered with my orgasm. My cock erupted, my sperm shot out on Victor's chest. He didn't stop, he kept stroking my glans and I kept yelping through the gag. It was the most pleasurable and the most intolerable, all at the same time. He must have milked me for five more minutes. Raul untied me, took me in the bathroom and fucked me in the shower.
Over that next year, life only got better for me. I was kept in some sort of bondage every day. The ranch was thriving thanks to Raul. We were now raising cattle instead of leasing the land. Three months later, Raul brought his two cousins from Mexico to live and work on the ranch. Sergio, who was 17 and Pablo, who was 19. There were now four Mexicans and one white Maricon. I guess you can imagine what went on from there................................END

Published on:

Updated on:
Dec 27, 2016

Categories:
Bondage, Rural, Slave, Straight Guys, Older Daddy, Domination/Submission

Part Read (approx):
367 times

License:
CC BY-SA 3.0 US