Date: Sat, 21 May 2016 20:09:29 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Modern Ranching 02 Modern Ranching Chapter 2 Billy Carries On... as does Life The three eager men jousted for position, trying to get to Billy first. Billy put up his hand and all three men froze right where they were. Billy put his hand back down and said, "be nice to each other! You're friends. If there's even a hint of mean or ugly, well, at that point all three of you are cut off. Stay friends and help your friends enjoy me just as much as you want to enjoy me. Rules: 1) You can play with my butt, or any other part of me, but fucking my butt is for Greg only. Rule 2) Be Nice! That's all the rules, all both of them. To get things started fairly tonight, all three of you come over here. Two seconds later, Billy had three boners pointed directly at him. "Rule for tonight only, he who cums on my face first gets sucked off first!" Lacking any sense of modesty in the given circumstances, all three men started wanking at once. Amos, the plumber, left handed, was the shortest of the three. Blond with startling purple-blue eyes. Powerfully built, he had the biggest dick of the three. Tony, the electrician, was tall and thin, had a nice dick— and a huge pair of balls that hung over half-way down his thighs. Mr Broadbent (during his "shower" told his roommates that, in their cabin, to call him "Brad". Looking down at Billy who looked back up, but was otherwise very busy sucking the mans big pecker, the big boss man ruffled the boys wet hair and said (with a happy smile on his face), "cocksuckers call me `Sir!'". Smiling up at the big boss, making no fuss, Billy bared his teeth and clamped the pulsing shaft in his fangs. Pushing the boys forehead back with both hands in an attempt to keep his mantool, "Or you can call me "Brad" if you'd rather!", said the big man with the wilting dick. Grins on their faces, Brad's two friends carefully examined his wounded pride and joy, pronouncing it fit and ready for action. "If it ever gets hard again!" Laughed Tony, slapping the deflated phallus, ever so lightly as he stepped forward to avail himself of Billy's wonderful ministrations and currently vacant mouth. Holding his wonder wagon back from Billy, he waggled his finger under the boys nose "NO biting!" Billy just snapped at Tony's finger, his teeth chomping together like a bear trap. Tony jerked his now shriveled button away from that dangerous set of ivory weapons. Grinning, Amos moved to the front of the line and presented his boner for a little buccal action. Billy tried to suck his brains out through the end of his dick. Amos DID NOT try to stop him. Much more polite and well behaved, Billy's other two guests quickly realized why it was necessary to keep the youngest member of their now more unified team happy. Sometime later a sleepy, contented boy was carried to Greg's bunk where he curled up in his partners warmth and was instantly asleep. The next morning Billy begged off of going to breakfast, saying he was really sleepy and would Greg please tell Cookie that he'd had a late night snack and wasn't hungry. The four men, smiling, realizing what a wonderful gift the owner had given them. Hearing the story, Cookie told the four that nut juice did NOT constitute a balanced diet and that the next time they wore his boy out like that, all four of them would need to find another place to eat. In the meantime, Tommy, Billy's older brother, was not doing quite as well as his little brother. Not well at all as a matter of fact! The four carpenters had gotten sick and tired of his demands, bitching, groaning, and refusal to do any work. Cookie had already thrown him out of the dining room saying, "No work, No food!" When he got back to the cabin he was locked out. The four carpenters got back just before nightfall. Tommy immediately started in, which got him bitch slapped. HARD! "Shut the fuck up!" He was marched out back. There was a small lean-to made of a used piece of plastic tarp, "with only a few holes in it", and a ten foot dog chain with a steel collar stapled to the outside wall of the cabin.. They stripped him naked, locked the collar around his neck, and then put a pair of stiff leather fingerless mitts on his hands and tied them in place. Looking him over, one of them said, "OK. You wanna act like a bitch, now you're a bitch. Welcome to your new kennel, bitch." And with that, all four left. Tommy immediately began yelling and screaming. One of the guys came around the corner and threw a bucket of ice-cold water on him. After that, anytime he made a noise they could hear earned him a fresh bucket of ice water. As long as he was "good" he got another bowl with table scraps in it every day. Leftovers that he had to kneel and stick his face in the bowl to eat (gloves, remember). Generally abused (you really don't want to know. If you really do, write me and I'll send you a copy of what I came up with) by everyone, he quietly, and politely asked to see Mr. Hold. My Dad wandered over that way the next afternoon, listened to what the boy had to say and then told him that what was going on was between himself and the four men who could have been his friends and supporters. He turned to leave and then turned his head back. "Oh, I called your Dad and told him what was going on, even let him watch you gobbling down your daily meal on the security camera. He asked me to give you a message. Dad stood there for a minute and then turned and walked away, deaf to the boy yelling. I said, "Maybe if you had asked politely, my dad would have told you what your dad said. Ya think?" Then I stepped back to get out of the way of the incoming bucket of ice water. Two days later Dad was walking by and Tommy very politely asked what his father had said. Dad said, "Much better, Tommy. You're starting to sound like a real person." Taking a slip of paper out of his pocket and reading from it, Dad continued, Your Dad said, and I quote, `Sounds like you're learning that reality sucks. Keep learning." Dad left when Tommy started crying. A week later Darrel brought Tommy his daily meal and stood there watching while the boy desperately gobbled his food and then licked every last speck of it out of his bowl. We've talked it over, Bitch. You're dragging us all down to your level, living out here like this, acting like you do. We've put up with it in the hopes that it would help you focus on what's important in life, and, hopefully, lose some of the crap that makes you such an awful person. We tried to find you another cabin for you to live in, but nobody will have you." Tommy, if nothing else, HAD learned to listen. As the big carpenter spoke, Tommy hung his head. Partly in shame and partly to hide the tears that whelmed up when he heard how no one was willing to accept him. "So, We've talked this over and this is how it's going to be: You have to make a choice. And it is totally your choice. Tomorrow morning all four of us will come out here. You will pick one of us. That person will give you a ride to the County road. You haven't bothered to learn how to ride a horse so he'll take you in a buggy. Once there he's going to spank your bare ass to try and give you an understanding how awful all that you've put us through was. Then he'll give you the clothes and money you came with. Your father has canceled your credit cards, so don't try to use them. There is a big ol' rock you can sit on to think. Here's your choices from there: You can sit there and die of thirst. You can take the County road to the right. It's a little over eighty miles to the first water and about a hundred miles to town. You can take the County road to the left. Towns right at fifty miles. Ol' Johnny's place is about half-way there. Problem there is that Johnny's heard about you and said that if he caught you on his property you'd be trespassing and he'd shoot you. He did say he'd leave a bottle of water for you down by the road. Or, you can man up and admit to yourself that, as a real, live human being, you've pretty much been a failure. Once you've done that little thing you can walk back to the ranch and start all over, just like you've never been here before. You and me and everybody will know it's an out and out lie, but we'll try to act as though we never met a little prick named "Tommy". You'll be starting right at the beginning again. But, hopefully, you won't be such a little prick again. Your choice. Good luck! Oh, almost forgot," digging into the pocket of his old Levi's, "Here's a letter from your dad." Son, I tried to give you a chance. You chose to ignore the realities and deeply embarrassed me. I've written you out of my will and canceled your credit everywhere. I have formally disowned you. I am ashamed of you. As a final kick in the teeth, I have been granted a judgment that makes it illegal for you to come within 100 yards of me, your brother or any of our properties. If you do you will be arrested and put in jail. I accept responsibility for not stopping your mother before you became what you are today. If you ever get your act together, call. Either myself or your brother. We both love you very much. Dad ——- In the Harry Potter universe, Hogwarts School's Latin motto is "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus", which translates as: "Never tickle a sleeping dragon".