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THE ULTIMATE TUG-O-WAR WHEN CRAIG SIGNED ON AT THE S&M RANCH, he didnt exactly know just what he was getting into. He had been attracted by all the great looking bodies in their tight jeans and leather chaps and would have signed anything just for the opportunity to work with those studs. What did he know about ranch life? He was a run-away from New York City, out to escape from the binds of an up-tight family who didnt exactly appreciate that their only son was gay! At any event, the boss at the ranch needed a new hand to replace the last one and he was taken by the young beauty of Craigs more than ample masculine charms. Who cared whether or not he could handle a horse or rope a cow? His chief function would be to serve as entertainment after a hard day on the range. He didnt find it necessary to disclose to Craig just what his chores would be. It is extremely doubtful that Craig would have been so eager to put his name on the line if he had known. For the first several days, Craig was allowed to almost loaf along, watching while the others performed their daily routine. There were veiled references to Saturday night festivities, always coupled with winks and rolled eyes. All of which went completely above Craigs noticeunfortunately! At the moment he was in hogs heaven just able to be with the macho group of studs. It was all he could do to conceal his rapidly growing boner during the first night during showering with the group. Seeing all those hunky young men naked, soaping their ample equipment under the hot streams of water just about put him away in ecstasy. He neednt have bothered to hide his obvious lust. They proved more than willing to share in an orgy of sexual activity that just about blew his mind. He just about jumped through the ceiling when he felt that first hand slide between his legs and boldly cup his dangling genitals. Before he could even make a sound, another cowhand was at his lengthening cock, sliding the shaft down his suctioning mouth and wrapping his tongue around and under the smooth glans and down his piss slit. It was only the beginning. For the whole week, Craig served as the groups fuck boy. Every orifice was violated and every inch of his succulent young body fondled and worked over. For his part, he had the joy of servicing every one of the gangs genitals. Seemingly gallons of cum were transferred in both directions. Man, how he loved taking those handsome hard-ons down his gullet! Sucking greedily at their man nuts suspended in hairy swinging sacs. After the first time, he even enjoyed feeling a massive prong penetrate his tight ass hole and shoved right up to the balls. If this was what his job was, Craig was prepared to make it his lifes work. As it turned out, thats just what it was Saturday morning was bright and sunny and there was a great deal of excitement and preparation for the nights entertainment. When Craig asked just what was going to happen, he got vague answers, except that he was to be an integral part of it. He smiled at the thought. He was kept in seclusion at the range until about 9:00, at which point he was told to put on his tightest jeans (without jock!) and appear outside the grand arena. At precisely 9, he was shoved down the chute and catapulted into the pit. He looked up stunned and saw dozens of cheering men urging him on. As he looked to the right, he saw what they were urging him from: one of his cowboy buddies on horseback swinging a lariat and yelling Yeeeee-ow! bearing down on him. In an instant he was on his feet desperately trying to avoid the snaring rope. His bubble butt churned as he feverishly spun around time and again to escape its clutches. His tight jeans, which maddened the crowd only served to constrict his movement. The seam of the crotch cut into his basket like a knife every time he stretched his legs apart, threatening to nut him before anything else could happen. Finally he turned to slowly and he felt the lariat encircle his waist and fall to his ankles, hobbling him to the ground. In an instant, three of his buddies surrounded him and before he could even scream, they began ripping his pants off. He was really becoming scared as he felt his fly torn asunder, buttons flying, seeing his big pecker flop forward as the jeans were ripped from his struggling legs, his big balls bouncing between his thighs. In an instant he was buck naked and turned over on his belly as he saw the branding iron descend on his bubble butt. He screamed for them as it burned the SM into his ass. But it was nothing compared to the screams when they turned him over, spread his legs and branded his balls with a smaller iron. He saw it slowly descend toward his big ballocks and then sizzle as it came into contact with his young baby-makers. The smooth hairless skin of his mammoth sac smoked as the red-hot iron seared his male flesh. Cheers went up as the crowd witnessed the torture of his manhood. But what they were really waiting for was yet to begin: With his nuts still in agony, he felt his arms being pulled behind him. Then a rough hand grabbed hold of all of his sexual equipment and tied a length of rope tightly around the entire mass of flesh. The balls ballooned in their sac and the constricted prick pulsed with entrapped blood. The head glistened as it swelled against the pressure. The guy took the end of the rope and ran over to a waiting pick-up truck and leaped aboard and the truck slowly took off. In a moment, the slack was taken up and Craig felt himself being slowly pulled forward by the balls. He spread his legs and desperately struggled to dig his heels into the dirt to ease the agonizing stretching of his cock and sac. At first he bounced along, round and round in the arena, screaming his lungs out even through the tight gag in his mouth. He could feel his ass cheeks being abraded away by the rough dirt. He looked down in absolute horror at his giant genitals as the rope cut into the flesh and the poundage stretched the delicate cords and tubes which connected his genitals to his crotch. How much more could his manhood take? A particularly great bounce and he felt his right testicle rupture. The cord snapped and the tubes ripped apart and the scrotal skin began to tear. Oh, how he screamed for them! Noooooooooooo! It only took one more jolt to complete his castration. The second testicle ruptured and the entire sac tore loose in a burst of blood. Then his beautiful young cock took the brunt of the tearing pressure until it, too, was torn out by the roots. He finally came to rest, completely nutted. He looked down at the gaping hole where his lush manhood had once jutted and passed out. There was to be a barbecue later that evening And Craig was to be the main course! |