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This is M/m bd watersports, etc

BRONC BUSTER----(m/M  B/D  watersports)
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I was pretty hot shit for an 18 yr old, or so I thought! I had grown
faster than most for my age, and the results were embarassing, yet ego-
building. A full 6' tall, and a full 7 thick inches at age 18, it was
those fuckin' low-hangers of mine that got me the nickname "Moose". It was
also "balls" that got me into more trouble than I could handle that summer
afternoon as I stood on the backporch, my cut cockhead aimed at the mouth
of a canteen; busily "brewing" the tea to take to Rob at the corral on the
back forty. To me it was just another prank, a little excitement in my
otherwise monotonous summer- time existence - days filled with baling hay,
driving cattle and shoveling shit. Behind my prank, however, was a deeper
motive than want of excitement.

<Only> children are notoriously spoiled and covet attention jealously.  No
one dares tread on their territory. I was no exception to that rule.  So
it was more than just kicks that prompted me to fix my special "cocktail"
for Rob that steamy summer afternoon. I had always jealously admired Rob,
the hunky number that came to be our "hired hand" for the summer.

For the last several years, my old man had brusied my pride by hiring an
extra man in the summertime. But this time instead of some overgrown city
brat from the county detention center, Dad had picked a <<real>> man, a
6'2" black haired, blue-eyed cowpuncher who had lost his winnings from the
spring rodeo in a bet on his arm wrestling ability. "Too much beer and not
enough muscle, kid", He told me when I asked why he'd lost! But He had too
much muscle for me. Too much of everything for someone who was only 6
years my senior!

As I swung up on my Palamino gelding, Rex, I chuckled to myself; as in my
mind I conjured up visions of Rob's expression when He discovered the
fluid pouring out of that canteen was hot piss and not iced tea! I'd teach
that hayseed cowboy to invade my territory! A few minutes later, I reined
Rex from a full gallop to a dead stop, about 2 feet from the outer corral
gate. As t he dust settled, I could hear Rob coughing, trying to clear the
sandy grime from his throat.

"Where the fuck ya think you're goin Kid, a fire?", he asked. I watched as
he pulled out his red bandana and wiped the dirt of his disgruntled face.
The sweat formed rivulets meandering over his pecs and down over his
muscled gut - then racing toward the buldging crotch hidden beneath his
well-worn 501's. I didn't know just why, but I had always been drawn to
the sight of a working cowboy, but I had - and here stood a perfect
example of the type my mind worshipped. My eyes roamed from top to bottom.

From the tanned face, broadened by a bushy black moustache; shaded by a
sweat-stained straw hat, across that buldging crocth wrapped in
snug-fitting chaps - brusied over the years by thorns and barbed wire,
down to this spur-clad boots, the caked mixture of horseshit, piss, and
dirt making them look twice as Rob's 24 years - he was the walking,
talking example of of what I looked up to - of what I wanted to be. But
the shithead was on "my" ranch, rustling the approval of "my" old man, and
the son-of-a-bitch was gonna have to <<GO>> - I'd see to that!

"I may not be able to wrestle your ass down", I thought, as He reached
into my saddle bag and grabbed the canteen, "but I can make your ass so
fuckin' mad you'll stomp off this ranch pronto!", I surmised. After all,
everyone isn't able to take a practical joke even when it's only now and
then. Just as Rob was putting the canteen to his lips, a curious
white-faced heifer nosing around the outer gate knocked it from its
mooring.

It slapped Rex right in the ass, sending the flighty palamino lunging
across the corral toward Rob, who was throwing his head back expecting to
drink in a gulp of cool refreshing tea. In the second it took for the hot
bitter fluid to hit his throat, I found myself heels-in-a- pile at Rob's
feet, deposited there by one cowpony who could jump any fence when he felt
both surprised and threatened. I landed belly up,covering me in a stinking
spray from head to toe. The look of rage in his eyes told me that my
inability to escape "after the fact" meant that this joke was goin to be
on me - only nobody was laughing!

 My efforts to make Rob's life miserable called for a squaring of
accounts, and mine was soon gonna' be marked <<PAID IN FULL>>!  I grunted
as Rob slammed his crusty right boot in the middle of my gut, the rowels
of his spurs aimed menacingly at my cock. He spit the last drops of my
golden piss in my face and growled, "Alright punk, since you're such a
funny man, let's you and I just try out <<my>> new act". The full weight
of his body grinding through the boot planted on my stomach had me pinned
to the ground. Before I could squirm free, the cowboy stud had deftly
grabbed a piggin-string and lashed my legs together.

"Roll Over", he barked, as he raked the rowel of his spurs across my
crotch. After years of calf roping on the rodeo circuit, Rob made quick
work of tying me spreadeagle across the loading chute. As he yankd my
Levis over my cheeks, exposing my ass to the sky, he muttered, "Get your
nose in that fuckin' straw and keep it there shitface - there's more of
that smell comin', and you're gonna love it!" The jingle of his spurs as
he walked around me was quickly broken by the crack of the bullwhip which
moments before had been draped over the chute gate.

"Now, you son-of-a-bitch, since you don't know how to tell piss from tea,
I'M gonna give you a sample of real food and drink - and you're gonna
learn a little about cleaning, too. Do you understand?" "Yeah", I moaned
into the wet straw. "I didn't hear that", he snarled and lashed out at my
expose ass with the whip. "Yes <<SIR>>!" I screamed, shuddering all over
from the searing pain radiating from my freshly brusied ass.

"Look fuckface, your old lady don't like me tracking horsehit in her house
- so your're gonna be in ch arge of seein' that my boots are clean from
now on - got it?" "No way you bastard", I yelled - never looking up to
betray the fear in my eyes. "Lick'em now!", and the whip sailed out again,
the knotted end finding the pucked hole in the middle of my ass-crack.
This last blow sent a stinging sensation crawling right up my ass into my
gut.

Fearing more of the same, my tongue shot out caressing the shit-caked toe
of his boots. "All over'em fucker", he demanded. The crack of the whip
enforced his command, and my wet tongue slid eagerly into the arch between
the heel and sole of his boot as he rubbed the spit and piss dampened
raunch of many a rodeo over my face and in my moustache. The filth on his
boots began to almost taste good as my mind began to wander to the
magnificence of this stud cowpoke ruling over me. After at least
half-an-hour of furious licking, he pulled one foot and then the other out
of my face. The metal of his spurs was now shining, and the boots - though
old and beat up, were clean enough for <<Mom's>> inspection!

"Not bad, but you'll get better", he smirked patronizingly. "Bullshit", I
mutter under my breath. Not only was my comment too loud, but my timing
was off for the 2nd time in one day - for my wise-crack sent my Cowboy
Stud Master into another rage! "You think you're such hot shit? - well I'm
gonna take you like a fresh caught mustang and ride your ass! You're gonna
suck my cock, drink my piss, and take up that ass whatever I want to put
up there!" He was just the cowboy bronc buster to do it!

In a few seconds, I found myself flipped over, my legs spread wide and
tied in an almost vertical position to the top of the fenceposts.  "Open
wide", he ordered as I stared into the dripping 9" dong hanging over my
face. I clenched my teeth, determined there was only gonna be one piss
drinker in this crowd, but the slam of his bootheel into my exposed balls
caused my mouth to shoot open in a cry of agony - just in time for the hot
piss from his tool to funnel into my throat. Refusing to swallow, the hot
golden fluid was flowing over my face. The sounds of his boots slapping my
balls again and again were like claps of thunder - the shooting pain in my
groin like lightening! Just the encouragement to make me greedlily swallow
the gallons of hot piss pouring from his cock.

Staring at that gorgeous tool, spewing that golden fluid; feeling that
powerfull thrust of his muscular legs as he planted blow after blow from
his bootheels to my balls - I knew from the rock-hard meat between my legs
that my own body was saying, "This is the stud you've been wanting to
serve!" As the flow of liquid gold stopped, I could see his eyes silently
penetrating my now rosy-red ass. I knew what was coming! As promised, he
had broken my will, just as he had broken may a mustang. The ride of a
lifetime was coming my way!

All the fight now drained out of me, I yielded willingly as his throbbing
cockhead parted my cheeks and plunged into my asshole. I groaned with
pleasure - he grabbed my throbbing cock in his gloved hand and began to
stroke the shaft furiously - in rhythm with the pumping fuckstick he was
cramming down my ass! The moment I felt the surge of his cock dumping
loads of cum into my gut - my own cock spewed white globs of pearly cum
all over my chest. Wasted by the violence and passion, I melted into the
weathered floor fo the chute as Rob, my training completed, released my
arms and legs from their bonds.

"Now that you know who's boss, kid - we're gonna get along just fine", he
smiled as the words firmly crossed his lips. He turned, mounted his horse,
and headed for the barn. I picked myself up and pulled on my jeans,
mounted Rex and headed home, too. I never played anymore practical jokes
on that stud cowpuncher. My training, happily, didn't end that day. I
really needed someone to show me just where my ass belonged - and he was
just the <Bronc Buster> to do it!