About a year ago Chad at 28-years-of-age finally felt he had become what he long wanted to: Be a cowboy and a cowboy's boi. After training on a west-central Texas ranch and three months of training on an island on the Gulf Coast with Ron (who never moved without a bullwhip in his hand), he was assigned to the satellite ranch of the one where he had his initial training.
Jim, the cowboy, the sole working cowboy on the satellite ranch - except for special occasions such as the need to round-up cattle - was over 6 feet 2 inches tall and packed 189 pounds of muscle in tight Wranglers and chaps. Dark-haired and resembling a cowboy in an ad for Marlboroughs, Jim was taciturn, direct in his conversation and a believer in using the bullwhip on any cowboy assigned to help him out.
Chad was a cowboy who packed his enormous package and two melon butt with a deep crack in between in Wranglers two sizes smaller than his 29-inch waist - a fit that said to those who saw him that he was a cowboy wanting to be whipped - and frequently. Now the first time he was introduced to Jim this rugged, handsome comboy was carrying a bullwhip and he said to Chad, "Screw up my instructions and you'll be on the receiving end of this whip."
What Jim could not have failed to notice was the reaction in Chad's package, but he said nothing though he must have found the package size very arousing. Over the next few weeks Chad strove hard to please Jim; and when he woke each morning at dawn, he realized he was falling deeper and deeper in love with this sexy and obviously virile man.
Finally in November, as Jim was lashing Chad's bare butt for having screwed up, Chad creid out, "Thanks, Jim. And I want to tell you something and I hope you will take it the wayI intend. I'm in love with you and I want to be your boi now and forever. I want you to whip me when you feel I need it, but I also want you to impale me on that rod of yours that must reach your knee when it's pure bone."
Jim said nothing at the moment but he laid on the bullwhip harder and totalled the number of strokes to 19 instead of 12. Chad's cum spewed from his dickslit like it was gushing from a spring at the bottom of a high hill. "Please, Sir, tell me you'll take me as your boi forever."
And adding three more heavy lashes on the butt of Chad's now shredded Wranglers, he grabbed the man who proclaimed his undying love, stood him on his two feet in their five-inch-high heels and kissed him on his full, heart-shaped lips. Without any further acknowledgement of his acceptance of Chad's proclamation, Jim said, "Now then, squirm into those Wranglers and chaps and get on with inspecting this fence."
But that night Jim took Chad on the most satisfying sexual journey he had ever had. It was as though he had impaled him on an oversized baseball bat at least 10 or 11 itmes. Wnen the pair fell asleep it was as though they were dwellers in a land of total pleasure and ended with the sunrise when Jim slapped his lover's butt a half dozen times to get him awake. And when Chad saw Jim lying beside him, he wept for joy.
And Jim, now that he found a boi, canot display him enough. Every Saturday night, for instance, Chad wears Wranglers four sizes too small and chaps equally skintight. A university championship basketball player with totally impressive chest, arm, butt and thigh muscles on display Jim takes total pleasure in being seen with this handsome, sexy cowboy lover whom he sometimes turns over his knee and spanks soundly while other cowboys watch.
The sting of Jim's hand and the pressure of the super-super-skintight Wranglers sends Chad into an ecstasy that is almost too private for anyone except Jim to see.