Gay Erotic Stories

I was about 19 that summer that I spent out on the range, working with Dad's ranch hands, driving cattle across the Texas flatlands. Dad's ranch was in New Mexico, and the nearest cattle shipping point was in Abilene. It was a grueling drive, and the hot, dry winds kicked up a lot of dust and made it uncomfortable. However, I looked up quite a bit to the older cowhands, young good-looking cowboys that were hired on for the summer. I think everyone got horny during a cattle drive, with very infrequent opportunities to find relief, unless you took matters into your own hands! Also along on the trip was Dad's foreman, Luke. Luke was an middle-aged, grizzled tough old hand who swaggered when he walked, and barked orders at the guys, although he always treated me with respect, seeing that I was his boss' son. Luke would always hold a superior attitude over the hired hands, and demanded total respect. He barked orders at them, and held a command over them that I often wondered about. It was kind of sexy, the way these tough, macho, and almost magnetic young hunks would respond to Luke's commands, treat him with great politeness, and call him "Mr. Luke". I was soon to learn what force drove these young cowboys to such heights of respect for good old "Mr. Luke"! One day, two cowboys, Bo and Healy, and I took off to check out a near-by town, and pick up some supplies. We stopped into the saloon first as usual, and had a drink. There were a couple of girls working in that saloon that really took to Bo and Healy, and they sauntered over to make their acquaintance. Both girls were very beautiful, like you would see in a dance hall, with lots of make up, spangles in their hair, and low cut busts that they practically leaned against the guys. Well the guys got so carried away, that by the time they flirted, and bought rounds of drinks for the girls, and more rounds, and talked some more, I realized how late it was. I tugged at Bo's sleeve, and pointed to the time. Bo pulled out his own pocket watch and turned sober. By the time we picked up the supplies and got back to camp, most of the day was shot, and the two hands rode silently and a little faster than usual. I was surprised to see that they seemed a little scared of facing Mr. Luke. We detoured to approach camp from behind, through a little stream bed and gully in order to could drop off the supplies at the chuck wagon, and sneak back to the herd unnoticed by Mr. Luke. We were all starting to breathe a little easier until suddenly the gully took a turn, and there was Mr. Luke getting washed up in the stream after a dusty day with the herd. Mr. Luke stood in the stream shallows, up to his knees, naked. He was slightly bent over, washing out his long johns, his massive thighs and butt muscles flexing as he straightened up and turned to see us approaching. He had a set of privates hanging between his legs like a horse, and his huge, hairy thing wobbled as he splashed toward us sternly. Bo and Healy reined in their mounts sharply, and I tried to not look down at Mr. Luke. "Jason", Mr. Luke admonished me while looking at my companions, this isn't your concern, now get the hell out of here!" As I backed away my horse and started to leave, Mr. Luke reached up one hand toward each guy, standing between them still stark naked. Each massive hand closed around the lower shirt of the pale cowhands, and with a yank, pulled them off their horses. As they struggled back to their feet and stood in fright, Mr. Luke took the lasso from each one's mount, tightened it around their two wrists securely, and whipped it over the branches of a fallen, dead pin oak lying beside the stream. Then he tossed the other end of each rope over an overhanging branch that was slightly above the main trunk of the fallen tree and pulled the rope taut until each of the two in turn were pulled by the rope around their wrists into position bent over the massive trunk, butts in the air. His movements were so quick and efficient that the guys were over the tree before I had gotten totally out of sight on my way back to camp. I was so sorry I was going to miss this! Then I had an idea. I'd do anything to see what was going to happen next. I tied up the horse off the trail and doubled back through the woods to peek down into the gully. I found a perfect spot. What a view! Mr. Luke took out his trail knife, a huge custom-made bowie that he always was sharpening around the camp fire at night. He then cut down a long, firm switch from a sapling, and I knew these dudes were in for a whacking. Just the thought of these handsome, muscular dudes getting a switching like little kids by the stern, Mr. Luke was a turn on big time! By now, Mr. Luke had wrapped a blanket around his waist, and stood in his bare feet, massive hairy chest pectorals rippling as he tried out the new switch. Bo and Healy looked over their shoulders to see the proceedings with looks of unrestrained, almost comic book horror. Their faces colored crimson as they realized they were in for a whipping. I couldn't believe I would get to see these guys get their tight butts whacked, and their egos emasculated by Mr. Luke. Without a word he strode up to the humiliated cowboys, and started to fumble around the front of their waists. He loosened their rawhide chaps and slipped them down to their knees. The jeans fit the cowboy's muscular hips and legs so tightly that they peeled down inside out, exposing the guys tight-fitting long johns bulging with muscular round buttocks and calves to anyone who might come along. What a sight!! As he peeled down each one in turn, the head snapped back to peer over their shoulder in horror, wrists tightly pulled out in front, butt bent over the tree trunk, boots touching the ground on tip toe. One of the guys, it sounded like Bo, in a nervous and shaky little voice, started to explain what had happened, but Mr. Luke ignored him and took out the knife, which gleamed and glinted in his hand. Then he set to work cutting open the tight, rounded long johns. As the knife flashed, he guided it to and fro, ripping slits in the tight cotton cloth stretched over their prostrate forms skillfully without cutting the wriggling butts. As each slit appeared, the bronzed, pumped flesh popped out through the slit, no longer restrained by the tight cloth, causing the slits to lengthen and rip further. Each naked vulnerable cheek gradually appeared, until finally growing impatient, Mr. Luke grabbed each guy's johns at the hips and tore them down to the ground with a humiliatingly loud ripping noise that echoed through the tree tops. Their humiliation almost complete, the guys stood with legs spread, slightly bent over the tree, hairy balls hanging between their muscular thighs. It was now time to pay the price, and I was enjoying the action, although I was a little afraid for the fate of the two guys. Mr. Luke, still looking very stern, picked up the switch he had cut, and lumbered into position behind the guys. It was such a long, supple switch, that he was able to gently lay it across both cute little butts at the same time. As he gently pressed into their fleshy, rounded butt mounds, both guys stood a little further on tip toe, and continued the almost funny looks of horror on their faces. "No Mr. Luke, not bare assed like this where anyone might come by. Please Mr. Luke, we won't ever..." Bo pleaded like a little boy, while Healy closed his eyes, trying to escape the degrading scene in which he was trapped. Then the punishment began. Mr. Luke's powerful shoulder and forearm muscles rippled as he raised the supple whip and flexed it skillfully with a forward motion and flip of his wrist. Whooooosh - CRAAACCCCK!!! The sapling whistled and snapped painfully across the middle of both sets of bare cheeks leaving a deep, cherry red stripe amid a chorus of moans, "Ooooohhh", "Oh maaaaan", "Owwww, gawwwwd". Mr. Luke stepped forward to survey the red stripe marking the fleshy buttocks, pressing on it with his fingers and leaving momentary white marks on the red color when his fingers lifted. He leered toward the guys, who were sweating and turning their heads to meet his eyes, then looked away ashamed. Then he started into the main part of the whipping, with crack after crack of the supple birch rod across the flaming bare cheeks. As they struggled to move their buns around under the rod to ease the pain of each crack of the whip, I was fascinated by the flexing buttocks, the way their ball sacks bounced and pulsed, and the sexy, clenching holes of their asses when their clenched cheeks spread. The rims of their exposed holes puckered and relaxed as they moved I heard Healy cry out in great pain after one of the loud, echoing cracks of the whip, and I saw that both bare-assed cowboys had a red stripe across their ball sacks! The suppleness of the whip had snapped it up between their legs and across their balls, hitting the most tender areas. My eyes were riveted onto the cowboy's wonderful, pumped up rear ends. Healy was in pain, and was trying to escape by struggling up onto his knees on the tree trunk, arms still extended by his bound wrists in front of him. As he got up onto his knees, his huge horse dick swung down between his legs, and I realized with shock that he was getting hard! Healy was turned on by his humiliation and whipping at the hands of Mr. Luke! I wondered what was happening to Bo's ample member, at least it was ample in my imagination. As he twisted his frame to deliver the torrent of blows, Mr. Luke's blanket had worked itself loose, and had slipped down to where the top of his hairy, pumped up cheeks and crack were sticking out. Seeing that Healy had gotten up onto his knees, Mr. Luke reached up to grab Healy by his naked hips and pull him back down into position. As M. Luke reached up and took hold of Healy, the blanket hanging onto Mr. Luke's hips opened up and fell to the ground, revealing his own massive dick pointing straight up in a grand salute! He slid Healy back down over the tree trunk, looked down to notice his missing blanket and his own huge erection, and then started to climb up onto Healy's ass. As Healy felt Mr. Luke mount him, he swiveled his head around to look into Mr. Luke's stern gaze and melted. As Mr. Luke positioned himself, with the head of his thick cock pressing against Healy's crack, Healy arched his back and pressed himself backwards against the cock until it suddenly slipped deep into the spread, tight ass. Healy cried out in shock, and Bo cried out in shock too just watching it go in! Then Mr. Luke began to ride that cowboy like a wild bronco, slowly and carefully at first, and then in broad, firm arcs with his hips. He rode Healy until Healy started to squirt all over the tree bark and his own stomach. Mr. Luke pulled out and went over to Bo, who was now terrified and tried to climb up over the tree on his knees, but he couldn't escape since his wrists were bound. Mr. Luke pulled the hapless Bo back down just as he had Healy, and started to mount him. Bo tried desperately to fight off Mr. Luke but lost his balance and fell slightly forward, bent over and spread-eagled, balanced on the rope that went from his wrists to the branch just above him. Mr. Luke placed his large hands firmly around Bo's waist as he stood up on the trunk behind Bo, and found his mark. He pressed forward and slowly squeezed into the huge, shapely butt that he held firmly in front of him as Bo pleaded for him to stop. As Mr. Luke's thick cock went slowly deeper, Bo's penis started to rise until it stood perfectly at attention. With each slow thrust, Bo's crimson, gorged cock waved back and forth in the breeze. Each time Mr. Luke went slowly in, Bo trembled, his eyes seemed to open wide, and his ass wrapped around Mr. Luke's thick shaft. This was repeated a great number of times as Bo slowly gave up trying to fight off being raped. He finally started to move with Mr. Luke's motions. Mr. Luke then reached around and firmly grasped Bo's erect cock, and slid his hand up and down Bo's shaft. They began to move together a little faster, and then suddenly, Bo's face reddened as he looked down at his cock bulging in the massive hand's grasp and saw the first squirts of milky white liquid. With one final gasp, they shuddered together, Bo squirting fiercely, and then Mr. Luke came, his cum pumping deeply into Bo's tender ass. After a few minutes, I watched Mr. Luke untie both cowboys, who slowly got dressed, mounted their horses and never said another word.