Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2018 19:33:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Behr Forbear <behr4bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Rural Life - Chapter 17: The Fraternal of Cattle

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My Rural Life - Chapter 17: The Fraternal of Cattle

They told me that there was going to be a meeting here at the house, or
rather, down at the far hay barn that day. Some of their friends and they
had formed a club of sorts and I was welcome to join them. They were a bit
coy about what the club was or what would be going on, but they did say
that I would most likely enjoy myself. I tried to get information from them
all day but they just wouldn't give in. About 6pm some trucks started to
arrive. They were all different kinds, makes, models years and colors. One
thing was clear though, they were all "used" trucks; they were clearly work
trucks, not for show or commuting or just "driving". These were real
working men's trucks. One by one they arrived and they all headed to the
far barn which was a few hundred yards away on the other side of the tank.

When the first one had pulled across the cattle guard, Tiny and Mike
started towards the barn on foot, with the dogs following behind them in a
pack. Uncle Gary and I finished up some things in the house and headed down
there after what he said was the last truck to arrive. We took an ATV, road
to the front of the property and closed the gate, then headed down to
barn. I was horny as hell at the thought of all those men in those trucks,
and I tried to get information from Uncle Gary, but, he still wouldn't
divulge anything.

When we got down there the men had parked their trucks in a sort of semi
circle facing away from the broad side of the barn. The two-story doors
were opened wide revealing both the first floor, stored about half full
with round hay bales and farm equipment, and the hay loft on the second
floor where the square bails were stored. I counted 6 trucks, 2 half tons,
2 3/4 tons, 1 Dually and 1 flatbed, and 9 men including Tiny and Mike. All
of the men were milling about the back of the trucks drinking beer and
shooting the shit. I recognized only three of the faces; Jack and Tom from
the day before who worked for Uncle Gary, and Mike the little bull rider. I
noticed he had on his new belt buckle and he was standing close to Tiny. I
once again found the two of them juxtaposed as being comical due to their
dramatic size differences. I believe Mike's chest was level with Tiny's
ribcage.

"This is it gentlemen, the gate is closed." Uncle Gary announced as we
pulled up on the ATV. "Everyone, this here is my nephew Mark. He's visiting
from a few towns over."  "And this is Mike, everyone." Tiny's voice boomed
even in the open like this. He slapped the younger and smaller man on the
back with his big beefy paw and squeezed his shoulder. Mike seemed to wince
a bit. "Don't know if all ya'll were there last night, but Mike here won
first place in bull riding." Tiny continued as he looked down with pride
into the younger man's face. "And he apparently likes riding all kinds of
bulls." He announced. The men laughed and whooped and Mike turned beet
red. "Well, he's my guest today, so treat `em right fellas."  Uncle Gary
continued, "Mike, Mark, I believe you may know Tom and Jack. At least
you've met `em Mark. This here is Jeff, Porter, Brad, Mason, and
Paul. There were eleven of us in all. I noticed that just about all the men
had wedding rings on. They were all clearly blue-collar type guys. One was
a mechanic, two of them owned ranches, one worked in the nearby oil fields
and one was a welder. Of course, Tiny, Jack, Tom and Uncle Gary were
truckers by trade. Mike was a budding Rodeo cowboy and just this year had
started traveling the circuit and my stated trade was landscaper. Everyone
hung out for a while drinking, catching up with each other and getting to
know Mike and I. This went on for some time and I started to think this was
just a drinking club. Over the course of an hour though the men began to be
a bit more lively in relation to the amount of beer they had consumed. I
noticed that when they touched each other to make a point the hands would
linger a bit longer each time. They were good natured, jolly good `ole
country boys. Except Mike and I, no one appeared to be under 35 and no one
was older than 50.

After a while I needed to piss and told Uncle Gary the same. He gave me a
look and told me to hold it a bit longer. It was the first real indication
that something was a foot with this group. I leaned back against the truck
and resumed listening to Porter, the welder, finish his story about fucking
some bimbo behind the bar last night after the rodeo. He said she couldn't
suck cock for nothing but her snatch was warm and wet. All the guys around
our area laughed and patted him on the back. I noticed that his jeans
seemed to be a bit more snug in the crotch area after the story
telling. Mine was too.  Mason, one of the ranchers, said good naturedly,
"Porter, you lying fucker. I'm sure she wasn't warm or wet, more like
clammy and crusty." They all roared.  "Well, I'll take my pussy any way I
can get it." he said, laughing.  "You'll take anything you can get, pussy
or dick, huh fucker?" Mason said.  Porter seemed to sober a little at that
and turning to Mason he said, "I will take anything and if you got
something for me now, let's get after it. I'm `bout ready to piss my pants
and would've already if'n I wasn't so fucking hard looking at this kid
here." He said as he grabbed his crotch and mussed my hair at the same
time.  "Well, if'n you're ready I am too." Mason said and turning to the
other groups of conversations said, "Boys, Porter here say's he's ready for
the action to start. What say we oblige him and get this party going proper
like?"  There were comments, and agreements as they all started towards the
barn with Porter leading the way. Mike and I took up the rear, watching
these blue-collar men with tentative eyes. We had no idea what was about to
happen.

Inside there was an empty water trough next to one of the horse
stalls. Porter pulled it out away from the wooden fencing and into the open
area of the barn run. He then hopped into the thing and lay down. His back
was against the bottom of the trough. The thing was just long enough for
his torso so that his head was up against one end and his bottom the
other. He had to dangle his legs over the edge. The other men gathered
around the trough and started opening up their jeans.

I watched as a dark wet spot began to form in Porter's crotch. The man was
pissing himself while fully clothed lying in a water trough. Then each man
took out his cock he began to piss on Porter. They were soaking him from
top to bottom crossing streams along the way. The soaked his crotch where
his jeans turned a dark blue, his shirt where it matted against his manly
form and his head and face where he opened his mouth and drank as much as
could make it there. The whole barn started smelling of urine. It was
strong and pungent and Porter seemed to relish in it.  Mike and I looked at
each other and shrugged as if to say, "when in Rome", and proceeded to piss
on the welder too. My bladder seemed to be bottomless and I watched as
Uncle Gary, when he had finished his piss, took some items from the nearby
tack room. There were leather cuffs, some chains and hooks, some other
leather items I didn't recognize immediately and some whips and
crops. These weren't black leather store bought, cheap, showy items. These
things were handmade and hand tooled out of what appeared to be old saddle
leather.  The four truckers there, Jack, Tom, Uncle Gary and Tiny each took
items from the pile and approached one of the other men. Jack to Mason the
rancher, Tom to Jeff the mechanic, Uncle Gary to Brad the other Rancher,
and Tiny to Paul the oil field worker. Porter remained in the trough
soaking in everyone's piss. He had opened his Levis and was stroking his
cock. Mike and I watched what unfolded.

Each trucker took their man and bound their hands behind their backs. They
then put hoods, cowls really, over their heads. They each took up some whip
or crop or stick and started hitting these men. Uncle Gary had a riding
crop and he was hitting Brad in the crotch. Brad jumped at every hit but
Uncle Gary seemed relentless. He would move from striking the man's jean
covered cock to hitting him across his balls. Soon Brad began to whelp and
whimper and ask for it to stop. Uncle Gary continued though until the man
fell to his knees and doubled over from the pain.

Similar scenes were going on with the other truckers and their men. Tiny
had Paul's hands cuffed in front of him and had him leaning front-wise
against one of the horse stalls as he whipped the man across his shirt
covered back with what appeared to be a cat-o-nine tails. Paul was enduring
better than Brad, but he was definitely in pain.

Jack had Mason the rancher's hands cuffed to a chain hanging from the roof
of the barn. He had pulled the man's pants down to his knees and was
paddling his ass alternating between using his hands and a leather clad
paddle. Mason was moaning in what seemed to be pleasure and his cock I
noticed was rock hard and dripping cum.

Tom had the mechanic Jeff down on his knees with his wrists tied to his
ankles. This put his face on the straw and horse shit covered barn
floor. He had ripped the back of the man's Dickies open at the seam and was
kicking him hard in the ass with his steel-toed boot. He was kicking him
across his ass and occasionally right where the man's nuts were still
confined in the material of this pants. When Tom did so Jeff would cry out
in pain and then ask for another kick.

I was mesmerized by this whole scene and how just 15 minutes ago we were
all outside shooting the shit. Who would have ever thought that these men
would get off on being, well, effectively tortured? And what was with the
truckers? They all seemed to take joy inflicting this torture. I glanced at
Mike. He was white as a ghost and his eyes were big as saucers. His mouth
was slack as he watched Tiny man handle Paul. It seemed to me the kid was
about to bolt. As confused and astonished as I was, he seemed to be that
times 100.  Seeming to sense our predicament, Tiny turned his attention to
us. "Come here boys." He said. It was clearly a directive to be obeyed
based on his tone. We both approached him tentatively.  "You, Mike, rip off
his shirt." He ordered, nodding towards the helpless oil field worker. Mike
didn't move. He was shaking visibly. I am sure he was wondering what he had
gotten himself into.  "NOW! Son. When I say do something I mean right now!"
Tiny bellowed towards Mike. I was beside myself now. This gentle giant whom
I had come to know over the past few days was now looking more like a
monster. Mike inched forward raising a shaky hand to the collar of Paul's
shirt. I cautioned another glance around and Uncle Gary caught my eye. He
had a stern look on his face and his posture was firm as he now had Brad's
head in his crotch forcing the man's mouth down on his cock. He was holding
him down and the man began to flail from lack of oxygen. Uncle Gary let go
of the rancher's head and he fell back onto the ground panting and
coughing. Uncle Gary's dick was hard, red and dripping with precum and
spittle. He winked at me.  That was what it took. I knew the score
now. This was serious shit, these men weren't faking their pain, but it was
a role play. I immediately relaxed. I looked back to Mike as he grabbed
hold of Paul's collar with a shaking hand and hesitated.  "Do I have to
repeat myself boy?!" Tiny exclaimed, the bass of his voice reverberating in
the barn. Mike licked his dry lips and shifted his eyes to me to plead for
help. I did what Uncle Gary did; I winked ever so slightly. Mike's eyebrows
shot up questioningly, then furrowed and then relaxed. He got it too.  With
that he yanked down as hard as he could with his right hand. The force
pulled Paul slightly away from the wall and then the seams on his shirt
finally succumbed to the pressure and gave way. The shirt ripped with a
loud tear and Mike stepped back looking at the older, oil field worker's
hairy back. It was crisscrossed with red whelps. There was no blood but
those wounds had to hurt.  At that Tiny stepped back up behind Paul nudging
Mike to the side. He reached around the man's waist and unbuckled his
belt. He pulled it free of the loops and then using it, he started whipping
Paul across the ass. He was begging Tiny to stop, but he wouldn't.  "Pull
his pants down Mike", Tiny ordered. Mike stepped in and around the blows
that Tiny continued to deliver and undid the man's jeans. As Tiny drew back
for another blow Mike pulled his pants down to his knees. Just as he moved
out the way Tiny whacked Paul across his bare ass. The oil field worker
didn't wear underwear so it was against his bare, hairy ass. He cried
loudly in pain and pushed himself up against the horse stall to try and get
away from the belt.  "Stick your dick in him boy. He don't deserve it but I
can tell he needs it." Tiny said to Mike. Mike pushed his own jeans down to
his boot tops, his new bull rider's belt buckle scraping against the dirty
floor. Mike was rock hard as he stepped up behind Paul. As soon as Paul
relaxed off of the tips of his boots, Mike thrust forward. He missed the
man's asshole and took aim again. Paul seemed to push his ass a bit like he
was trying to help Mike find his rosebud. After about four stabs Mike found
his aim and buried the head of his cock in the older man's ass. Paul moaned
in pleasure.  As Mike started to thrust in and out Tiny picked up the
remnant of Paul's discarded shirt. He stepped over to the trough where
Porter was still soaking in everyone's piss. He wet the shirt fragment in
the piss mixture and brought it back to where Paul and Mike were
fucking. He proceeded to put the wet cloth on Paul's back against all those
red whelps. The excess piss ran down onto his raw ass cheeks and into his
hairy ass crack as well. This seemed to make Paul mad with lust as the
taboo nature of it all hit him hard. Mike too was taken with lust and
started fucking the man harder and with longer strokes. After a minute more
Mike violently pulled Paul into his crotch as he thrust forward and up into
the man's shitter and stopped moving. The pause was as long as a breath and
then Mike started shaking as he exploded his cum in the older man's
ass. After a handful of blasts, Mike started fucking him again; this time
with faster and faster strokes. He seemed to love the feel of that wet, cum
filled asshole as it squeezed his still hard, but spent cock.  When Mike
stepped back exhausted after the fuck, Tiny stepped in behind the oil man
aiming his rock hard cock at the man's ass. Tiny was taller than Paul so he
squatted a little to get lined up with man's wet, sticky hole. He pushed
his hips forward and as he buried his big, fat cock up the man's ass Tiny
stood up straight. This brought Paul up onto the toes of his boots as Tiny
lifted him from the barn floor with his dick. Paul held onto the wooden
railing as Tiny started fucking him in earnest lifting him up off his feet
with each inward thrust. Mike looked at me in what appeared to be awe. I
looked back with the same feeling. Tiny one was big fucker and he knew how
to throw his dick around. Paul seemed to be loving the fucking if his moans
of encouragement were any indication.

I turned to survey the rest of the barn. The other truckers were each
fucking their respective captives by now including Uncle Gary who had the
rancher Brad down on all fours fucking him from behind. He caught my eye
and told me to feed Brad my cock and force him to take it deep. I dropped
in front of the older rancher sliding my wranglers down to my thighs in the
process. My steel hard cock was sticking straight up. Brad looked up at it
but didn't make a move to take it in his mouth. I scooted forward a bit and
put one hand on the back of his head and the other on the base of my
manhood. I brought the two together telling him to open his fucking
mouth. He didn't do it so I pressed my dick head against his lips and
started applying real pressure.  "Suck my damn cock, bitch!", I said
getting into the groove of the scene. It was more than pretend though since
the man seemed unwilling to open his mouth I was getting frustrated for
real. So I slapped him. He still didn't open his mouth. Next I leaned back
and with my right hand I backhanded him across the right jaw. He yelled out
an expletive but otherwise did nothing. Before he closed his mouth though
from his cursing I shoved my cock into it. He gagged and gargled at my
intrusion. Uncle Gary was watching me with a slight amusement on his face
as he kept a steady rhythm fucking Brad's ass.  I don't know if the man was
really new to sucking cock, if he was genuinely bad at it or if he was
pretending but it didn't matter. The fact was that he was not a good cock
sucker. He didn't relax his jaw, tongue or throat at my intrusion. But that
didn't discourage me; it seemed to do the opposite. I started fucking his
face. To his credit though he never let his teeth scrape against my
shaft. I fucked him deep and like Uncle Gary I held his head down on my
cock until he gagged and had to come up for air. I was talking trash to the
rancher, telling him how much he must like my young cock. I leaned forward
and felt for the man's crotch. His cock was rock hard and leaking cum in a
steady stream; he was enjoying being forced.

I fucked his mouth for a while. After that Uncle Gary had him flip onto his
back where he continued his assault on the man's asshole. I scooted forward
putting the man's head between my sweaty thighs where he rested it against
the tops of my wranglers. I then bent down until my asshole was directly
over his face and I sat down. He didn't do anything so I reached down and
punched him in the nuts. He jerked up hitting his face on my ass crack.
"Lick my damn asshole you piece of shit!", I said to him and I wiggled my
hole on his face. He still didn't do anything. So I opened my ass cheeks
with both my hands and made sure that my asshole was right over his
mouth. I relaxed slightly and farted in his face. He jerked and cursed and
started moving his head around to try and get away from my stinky hole. But
I just leaned my thighs forward a little holding him in place.  "Now, I
want my ass cleaned and rimmed, so do it NOW!" I demanded and when I said
now I again punched his balls. Brad flexed again and his face hit my ass
crack again. This time I pressed down so he could not get up. "You will
either rim my ass and breath or I am going to suffocate your ass with my
rank shitter." I said. After a minute of nothing I felt a slight wetness on
the top end of my asshole. A few seconds more and he was licking all around
my hole. After another minute the man seemed to be in lust for my ass. He
had his tongue in and around my hole licking and sucking the sweat and
pubs. It was a great feeling to have this power over this older rancher.  I
bent down and started sucking his sizable cock. It didn't take long and he
was nutting in my mouth. His cum was musty and manly tasting and I lapped
it all up. The clenching of his ass while he came was enough to send Uncle
Gary over the edge and he too shot his load. He filled up Brad's asshole
with his warm man liquid. I was horny as hell so after Uncle Gary pulled
out I got myself loose from Brad's mouth and got between his legs. I buried
myself to the hilt and shot my own load up there with Uncle Gary's in less
than 10 strokes.

The four men now had a load or two each up their asses. The truckers had
each of them straddle the horse trough in turn to let Porter eat the loads
from their asses. While he did this all of us did our after sex piss on the
man. He was soaked from head to toe and had cum all over his face from his
clean up job. Porter was stroking his cock relishing in the piss and taste
of cum. Uncle Gary grabbed his balls and twisted them hard. His nuts were
stretched to the end of his sack and they were smooth in the stretching and
started turning blue from the lack of circulation.  "You can cum now
Porter." Uncle Gary said matter-of-factly and at the same time he punched
those over-stretched nuts with his free fist. After the impact he released
the man's balls. They sprang back to proper position while simultaneously
Porter shot his load. He was jacking his cock violently while rope after
rope of his white jism shot across his body and matted his chest
hair. After the third rope, Uncle Gary grabbed those nuts again and twisted
them into the same position again. Porter's cock continued to spasm but no
more cum came out. Mike was standing next to Uncle Gary who looked at him
and told him to punch Porter's balls. Mike did, as hard as he could, at
impact Uncle Gary again let the twisted scrotum go. Porter yelled out in
pain but started stroking his cock violently again. He shot another three
thick ropes of cum. He settled back into the piss filled trough and seemed
to relax. Porter closed his eyes in apparent exhaustion.

Everyone was unbound and we all stood around talking about nothing and sex
and nothing, drinking beer and relaxing after the barn party. Before
everyone left Tom, Jeff and Paul let me fuck them. I was very attracted to
Jeff and saved him for last. They weren't tied or bound in any way, that
part of the party was over I guess, but I fucked him violently and then had
him suck my cock until I shot my load across his handsome face. While I was
fucking these three Tiny and Mike had gotten up on the flatbed and Tiny was
plowing Mike's ass for all to see. Mike just seemed to swoon while being
fucked by the big man. Porter allowed anyone who had to take a leak to piss
on his jeans-clad crotch. Before the night was over the man's boots were
filled with piss.

Everyone cleaned up at the water spigot next to the barn. They changed
clothes as necessary. Once they all seemed to get what they came for the
party broke up and they all headed home save Mike.

Mike wound up spending the night. The next morning he left around 5am just
as we were. I swear he had a much wider stance than when he arrived the day
before. He was headed back to his family's farm to tend to his duties
there; we were headed to the trucking office.


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