The Horse Whisperer

Disclaimer: There are drug use and nonconsensual elements to this story. Of course, it is never okay in real life to give someone drugs or have sex with them without their consent. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Still jet-lagged from my flight, I knew I should have been thinking about bed, but instead, I decided to go out for a beer. I'm a professional horse jockey with a reputation for working with difficult horses and helping them win races. I've always said that my job was part horse jockey and part horse whisperer, as I focus on the behavioral side as well as strength and endurance. Typically, I would take a 6 to 12 month contract, perform my magic on a horse, and then move on to the next job. While I should have been preparing for my first day working with a new horse, I was feeling horny and restless, so I googled local gay bars and discovered there was a country western bar a couple blocks from my hotel called The Velvet Saddle. The name seemed more than appropriate given my profession.

Freshly showered, I put on some snug jeans and a black tank top that showed off my arms and left the hotel to find the bar. It was close to 9:00, so I was hoping the joint would be hopping and I'd have the opportunity to unwind and score if I was lucky. Although I was in my late 30s, which is relatively old for a jockey, I was still in great shape and looked younger than my age. Not surprisingly, given my profession, I measured in at a towering 4 feet, 11 inches, and weighed about 105 pounds soaking wet, but I was lean and sinewy. While I was often the shortest guy in the room, I still managed to get my share of cock. Guys seemed to be attracted to my shorter stature, possibly picturing me playing the son side in a daddy/son relationship, where in reality, I was much more of a daddy. I loved to take charge in bed, and while I may have lacked a few inches in height, I more than made up for it below the belt. In fact, I was used to gasps when I unzipped for the first time, but I had a knack for convincing unsuspecting studs to spread their legs for me after they got over the initial shock of my dick size. I guess I have a way with stallions and studs. On that note, I was hoping to breed some hot stud tonight.

I arrived in front of The Velvet Saddle, and I could hear country music pounding through the closed front doors. As I stood on the street, the doors opened, and two hunky cowboys stumbled out on their way to hook up, by the looks of it. Perfect, this seemed like the right kind of place. I opened the door and entered the noisy club, moving deeper into the dark, smoky, crowded space. The bar was obviously popular and filled with men standing, sitting at the bar, or moving about the dance floor. I felt lost in the crowd with most of the men towering over me, so I moved towards the bar and hoisted myself up onto a free barstool to see and be seen. A cute bartender immediately caught my eye and asked me what I'd like to drink. I ordered a beer and glanced around the room, sizing up the crowd.

As I took stock of my prospects, a new song started, and I heard a few cheers as two young studs made their way to each end of the bar and climbed up onto the counter. Noticing the brass pole attached to the bar in front of me, I realized I had managed to sit directly in front of one of the go-go dancer spots as a hot, young hunk towered above me and started to move to the music. He looked to be about 19 and built like a farm boy with short, sandy-colored hair, muscular arms, a hairy chest, and thick thighs, not to mention a well-packed basket in a pair of black, silky briefs that had the ass cut out of them. Other than the revealing shorts, he was wearing a cowboy hat, a leather vest, and boots as he performed for the enthusiastic crowd. I caught his eye under his hat brim as he looked down at me, smiling under his thick mustache. Damn, this boy was fine but probably out of my league, assuming he'd even consider hooking up with a customer.

"Hey there, little buddy, I haven't seen you here before," he called down to me over the music. Great, he had already clocked my height, but at least he was talking to me while he shook his magnificent ass at the room.

"Hey there yourself. Yep, I just arrived in town. Thanks for the sexy welcome," as I tipped my beer in acknowledgement.

"Happy to oblige, handsome. I hope you enjoy the front row seat."

I ordered another beer and did just that, settling back on my stool as the sexy cowboy gyrated and moved sensuously to the music. Fuck, I could feel blood rushing to my neglected cock while I watched this stud move. I wasn't normally the type of person to sit in the front row with a dancer, but I couldn't bring myself to change seats while this handsome giant danced above me. Some of the other customers around me were slipping cash into his snug black briefs as he lowered himself so they could reach. Invariably, they'd cop a feel, but the dancer was pretty good at limiting how much skin they groped. I watched as my cowboy squatted in front of me with one furry, muscular leg on either side of me as he gyrated his bulging crotch near my face. He seemed to be inviting me to follow the other's lead, and while it wasn't my style, I figured, what the hell, and reached into my wallet to pull out a bill. Spotting the bill, my cowboy lowered himself onto his knees directly in front of me, making it easy for me to reach my hand between his legs and tuck the bill behind his waistband while his muscular, hairy thighs brushed against my arm. I could feel the hot skin of his tight abs against my fingers as he moved to the music and pressed his impressive bulge into my hand, seemingly encouraging me to explore.

Taking a deep breath and praying I wasn't misreading his body language, I wrapped my hand around his packed bulge and squeezed his meaty cock through the thin satiny material. He nodded and smiled down at me as a couple of guys watching nearby cheered. What was I doing? This was out of character for me, but I had a handful of grade A cowboy meat in my grip, and I wasn't about to let go while this well-built cowboy encouraged me to explore. This was much more than the fleeting touch the dancer had permitted his other customers. Something about this hot stud was removing all of my inhibitions, as I groped his well-packed pouch in the middle of the crowded bar. I could feel his plump cock hardening in my grip.

"Oh yeah, little buddy, play with my big cock. You know you want it."

I did indeed. Just when I thought his satin briefs would burst, the song wrapped up, signaling a break for both dancers. Before he left, my cowboy leaned over and said, "Thanks for the fluff, partner, I hope you'll stick around for my next set in 30 minutes."

I couldn't believe this hot young stud of a man seemed to be into me, but I wasn't complaining. I mutely nodded as the cowboy stood back up and climbed down off the back of the bar, making his way to a door in the rear with the other dancer while his exposed cheeks flexed as he walked. I glanced around and noticed several guys looking at me in jealousy. I also realized my cock was rock hard and bulging obscenely in the crotch of my faded jeans. Leaning forward to hide my arousal, I swallowed the last of my beer as my phone buzzed. It was a message from my new employer asking me if I was in town yet, and if so, would I be able to join him for a drink at the hotel bar to go over my game plan? Damn, I so wanted to see where things might go with my cowboy go-go dancer, but I couldn't think of a good reason to put off my new employer.

Sighing, I reluctantly typed a response saying I could meet him in the hotel bar in 15 minutes and that I looked forward to seeing him. Fuck. Not knowing how to contact Beefcake, I paid up my bill and left the bar, hoping my hard-on would subside before I got back to the hotel. So much for scoring tonight, but I would try to get back to the bar at a later date and see if I could pick up where I left off with my hunky aroused cowboy.

The meeting with Sam, my new employer, went well. He liked my plan, and we arranged to meet at his ranch in the morning so I could see his racehorse, Moon Shadow, in person. The horse had been high-strung and problematic to train, and they were hoping I'd be able to sort him out while improving his running times. This was exactly the type of scenario I did well at, and I was confident that I'd be able to help the stallion reach his full potential.

As agreed, we met at 7:00 the next morning at the ranch, and Sam walked me over to the horse stables. Sam was a good-looking guy in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair and a mustache. He looked like the quintessential cowboy, including a bit of a twang in his speech. As we chatted in front of the barn, he turned to a cowboy and asked him to have Luke bring out the horse. I heard the cowboy mutter, "He's not going to like it..." before Sam shushed him and told him to move it. While we waited, I asked him, what was that about? When it came to training horses, I was all about gathering as much information and history as possible to make my job easier.

"Oh, that's nothin'. The horse's groom, Luke, is a might protective and he wasn't crazy about us bringing in outside help. He's not a jockey, but he's been spendin' a lot of time with Moon Shadow and trying to bring him around. The stallion has definitely improved since he started working with him, but we still need an expert like yourself to make him a true winner."

Okay, note to self, Luke doesn't approve of Sam hiring me and may get in my way. My goal would be to bring him on to my side along with Moon Shadow, but if that wasn't possible, he would just need to get out of the way. I had met many versions of Luke in my career, and I knew how to handle the type.

I heard a horse's whinny and hoofbeats as a dark stallion emerged from the shadows of the barn's entrance, led by a young cowboy. The horse was beautiful and powerfully built, and I knew instantly that he was a champion in the making. The young groom leading him was also drop-dead gorgeous despite the scowl on his face as he reluctantly led the horse towards us. He definitely wasn't happy about my arrival. After discreetly checking out his muscular frame and his well-packed jeans, I raised my eyes to meet his under the shadow of his cowboy hat and realized in that instant that this was the beefcake dancer from last night! What the hell was he doing here? Beefcake recognized me in the same instance as he looked back at me with a shocked expression on his face.

Sam said, "This is Moon Shadow's groom, Luke. Luke, this is the jockey we were talkin' about, Mack."

"Uh, nice to meet you, Luke," I mumbled as I tried to recover and reached my hand out to shake his. As Luke awkwardly took my hand in his firm grip, I flash backed to groping and teasing his hard cock the night before while he sensuously ground his hips to the music in the bar. I could see he was struggling with his annoyance at my arrival as a jockey with our shared erotic moment together from last night. From the deepening scowl on his face, my guess was his annoyance was winning. He might also be pissed at me for leaving when I had said I'd hang around. Shit, this was awkward.

Attempting to put our brief, if passionate, past aside, I let go of his hand and approached the stallion, trying to focus on my job. He was a stunning animal, but I could detect a shade of anxiety from the horse. I was determined to gain his trust and bring him to his full potential. Without sounding arrogant, it is what I do well, and I planned to do the same with Moon Shadow, even with the added distraction of one pissed-off, hot cowboy. Trying to throw an olive branch, I commented, "He looks well cared for."

I heard a muttered "Hmph" in response as Luke shook his head. Obviously any bond we had established last night while I teased his thick cock in my willing hand was gone, and I needed to get down to business.

"I'd like to take him for a ride. Could you please put a racing saddle on him?"

Luke glared back at me unmoving until Sam spoke up, "Luke, please make sure Mack has whatever he needs. He's here to train Moon Shadow, and we want to make sure he has everything he needs to make Shadow a winner."

"Fine," Luke spat out before abruptly walking the stallion back into the barn to saddle him up. Sam's farm had a full-sized track on it, and I looked forward to taking Moon Shadow for a light ride and beginning to better understand the horse's behavior. Truth be told, I'd like to take Luke for a hard ride as well, but I'd have to put that thought on hold for now.

"Don't worry, Mack, Luke will come around. Just give him a bit of time; he's a real good man and he loves that horse."

"No worries, Sam. I can tell he takes good care of the horse, and I'm sure we'll work well together. I'm hoping I'll earn his trust as well."

"That's mighty good of you, Mack."

So began my time working with Moon Shadow and his hunky groom with the ass that wouldn't quit. I tried not to think of what Luke looked like under his grooming gear while I worked, but fuck, it was hard, pun intended. For his part, he remained distant and pissed. I assumed he had some initial attraction to me, as shown on that first night, but if so, he kept it bottled up and buried since I arrived on the ranch.

The only acknowledgment of our first meeting was a curt remark from Luke when I brought Moon Shadow back to the stable after my first ride: "By the way, I would appreciate it if you didn't mention to Sam that I have another job. I really need both jobs and I'm not sure how he might react."

"Of course, I won't say anything," I responded as I pictured Luke half naked at the bar sensuously moving his toned body to the music. Hopeful that I might have another shot at dating him, I added, "You know, I really was looking forward to hanging around for your next set, but Sam messaged me and wanted to meet. I felt bad about leaving without saying anything. Maybe we could..."

Luke held up his hand, abruptly cutting me off. "How about you just do the job Sam is paying you to do, Mr. Horse Whisperer, and let me do my job?" he said as he grabbed Moon Shadow's reins and abruptly walked to the back of the barn, leaving me on my own. Fuck, so much for that.

While Luke technically followed Sam's orders and provided me with what I needed, he went out of his way to do the bare minimum in a surly and resentful manner. Part of me wanted to throw the big stud over my lap, pull down his snug jeans, and bitch-slap his gorgeous ass until he begged me to stop. But I didn't. I'd find myself popping boners around Luke as he worked in the stables, showcasing his impressive muscles. I even thought I caught him checking out the bulge in my riding breeches once or twice and wondered if there might still be some interest on Luke's part, but no matter what I said or did, he would not reengage. That train had apparently left the station.

Over the next few weeks, despite my best efforts, Luke remained a surly son of a bitch. While his devotion to Moon Shadow was undeniable, he resented the air I breathed and was barely civil with me. It was obvious he was hoping I would fail in my goal to train the stallion, but I was happy with my progress so far, as was Sam.

Things came to a head when we were preparing for a last-minute training ride with a potential investor of Sam's watching. Moon Shadow was far less skittish these days, but his times were not quite where they needed to be. We were hurrying to get everything ready when I realized I had forgotten my riding crop. It's an important part of my gear despite only using it to tap and guide the horse, so I was angry at myself. Frustrated, I looked over to see Luke approaching Moon Shadow with a pail of water, and I snapped at him, "Why are you giving Shadow a drink just before a race? I don't want him to be waterlogged!"

Luke looked guilty as he jumped back in surprise and responded, "I wouldn't normally, but it's a hot day, and I can tell he's dehydrated. I won't give him much, but he needs something." Too annoyed to argue further, I let it go and told him I'd be right back as I headed back to the barn to grab my crop.

Halfway there, I spotted Luke's gear bag resting on a bench near the fence. Knowing that he usually kept spare supplies, including a crop, in his bag, I decided to save time and borrow his. I spotted it tucked in an outside pocket and pulled it loose. Unfortunately, it snagged on the pocket and toppled the bag over, spilling a few items onto the ground. For fuck's sake. As I put the riding crop in my back pocket and righted the bag, hurrying to put everything back, I picked up a clear water bottle that had one to two inches of a cloudy grey-blue liquid left in it, along with a towel and two pill bottles. I noticed the pills in one of the bottles were blue and glanced at the label. Viagra? Luke used Viagra? He didn't seem like the type. Looking closer at the other bottle, I saw it was Xylazine, a common horse tranquilizer similar to ketamine. I never used it myself, but I was aware of its powerful effect on horses. Taking another look at the water bottle, I noticed a few floaters in the cloudy mixture that might be pill bits. I flash backed to Luke's insistence that Moon Shadow have a last-minute drink with a dawning realization. No, he wouldn't! Would he? Was he so determined to see me fail that he would stoop to drugging a racehorse before a big run?!?

Opening the water bottle, I sniffed the liquid and saw part of a blue pill floating near the top. That fucking bastard! He had doped Moon Shadow. I struggled to reconcile Luke's obvious love of the stallion with this reckless and dangerous act. I couldn't recall ever being so angry while I considered my options.

Despite all of my progress with Moon Shadow, I knew I couldn't race him today. I also decided that I had had enough of Luke's shitty attitude, and with this latest stunt, I absolutely needed to teach him a lesson that the little fucker wouldn't forget. First things first, I grabbed my phone and called Sam and asked if we could postpone the ride, making up a story that I had noticed one of Moon Shadow's shoes was loose and I didn't want to risk a ride until it was fixed. Sam completely understood and, after checking with the investor, said we could move the ride to the end of the week. In the meantime, he was going to take the investor and the crew over to the next county to check out a horse auction. Perfect. With the ride postponed and the ranch cleared out, I put the next phase of my plan in place and walked back to Luke and Moon Shadow. Luke looked unhappy when I told him that today's test race had been postponed to Friday. He was probably disappointed because he was looking forward to seeing me fuck up on a compromised horse. Bastard.

I tried to keep my anger off my face and suggested he take Moon Shadow back to his stall. The horse seemed fine so far, but I would keep an eye on him. Before Luke walked away, I put on my friendliest expression and told him that I appreciated all of his help and I was going to grab a couple of cold beers and would meet him back here in a few minutes if he wanted one to cool down. It was a stifling hot day, and while Luke looked a bit sheepish about being thanked for his help, he said he'd love a beer. Perfect.

While Luke wandered off with Moon Shadow, I briefly admired his firm butt before walking to the small lunchroom Sam kept stocked with a beer keg in one of the outbuildings, grabbing the doctored water bottle on the way. Pouring cold draft beer into two mugs, I left room at the top of Luke's to pour in a good amount of the cloudy liquid. I gave it a stir, and with the foam, I could barely tell the difference. Unsure of how much of each drug I was actually giving Luke, I briefly considered abandoning my plans, but then I said, Fuck it. If Luke was willing to take a risk with Moon Shadow, I could do the same with him. Karma is a bitch, buddy.

I walked back to the stable to find Luke leaning against the barn beside the open door in the shade and handed him the frosted mug of beer, saying, "The keg was acting up, so it may be the bottom of the barrel. Cheers."

Luke took a sip and said, "It does taste a bit funny, but it still does the trick. Thanks." He smiled at me as I sipped my undoctored beer. Damn, this was probably the first time Luke had shown me any warmth since the night we met, and I once again had misgivings about what I was about to do. While I mentally debated, he took another big gulp of his beer until the glass was nearly half empty. Oh well, I guess I'm committed at this point. I let Luke know that Sam and the crew had gone to the horse show, so it would be a quiet afternoon. "Great, I could use some quiet time to catch up on a few chores, including laying down some fresh hay in the stalls."

As we stood in the hot sun and quietly finished up our beers, Luke was still reluctant to chat, but it did feel like he was less hostile than usual after my small gesture of a beer. If he only knew how angry I was with him right now. With the beers gone, I grabbed his glass while he walked into the barn to do his chores as I admired the toned muscles of his back and, of course, his ass. I left with the mugs, planning to be back shortly to check in on Moon Shadow as well as Luke. I had a full afternoon planned for the hunky douchebag if the drugs did what I hoped they would, and it seemed somehow fitting to use Luke's own cocktail on him.

About a half hour later, I returned to the barn and checked in on Moon Shadow. He still seemed fine and happy to be out of the sun. Maybe the drug dose was too low for the big stallion to have any noticeable effect. I hoped so for Luke's sake. I could hear the sound of Luke working at the far end of the barn in the heat. Quietly walking down the aisle, I spotted him inside a stall with his shirt off, given the heat, and a fine layer of sweat gleaming on his bare torso as he pitched hay onto the floor. I could watch this stud all day as I admired his muscles highlighted by a thin beam of sunlight shining through a crack in the siding. As I watched, Luke paused and shook his head, pushing his hand through his short hair. I wondered if he was starting to feel the effects of the drugs.

"Hey, Luke. Can you use some help?"

Luke looked up at me in confusion until he realized it was me. He seemed uncertain and slow on his feet as he mumbled, "Uh, sure. Thanks." Stripping off my own shirt, I grabbed a second pitchfork and joined Luke in the stall, throwing hay into the far end. As we worked, I caught him out of the corner of my eye checking me out in my snug riding breeches as he struggled to keep up. He did seem to be feeling the effects of the drugs as he slowed down and spent more time staring into space or ogling my naked torso. I glanced at the crotch of his jeans, and it looked like he had a hard-on to boot as he paused to catch his breath.

I innocently asked, "Are you okay, buddy?"

"I don't know. I must be feeling that beer or something; I do feel kind of out of it," as he swayed in the stall.

I walked over to Luke and grabbed his shoulder for support and said, "Whoa, easy boy. You do look a bit off. Maybe you need to take a break from the heat and rest." As I stood there with my hand on his shoulder, he almost lost his balance again before recovering. His eyes were listless as he stood panting with his cock straining in his jeans. Wrapping my arm around his shoulder and taking charge, I said, "Here, let's get you off your feet," as I placed his pitchfork against the wall and slowly guided Luke out of the stall towards the back of the barn.

I had to keep my arm around Luke as he stumbled and almost fell a few times. Approaching a saddle stand, I had an idea and suggested he lie on top of it for a minute to rest. Luke seemed unsure of what I meant but allowed me to help him up onto the stand, laying face down on the blanket-covered surface. He was sprawled on the curved top with his face pressed into the blanket and his arms hanging down on each side. His legs were spread straddling, the end of the stand, with his magnificent ass in the air. Luke looked hot as fuck.

"There, buddy, isn't that better? You should just lie there and relax for a minute. Maybe you've just overheated."

Luke sighed and mumbled, "Thanks, man... This feels great," before his eyes closed and his voice trailed off. He looked half asleep as he relaxed and settled onto the bench. The tranquilizer seemed to be working, and I had the little weasel right where I wanted him.

I moved to Luke's head and whispered, "Hey buddy, are you awake?" Other than a quiet mumble, Luke did not respond. I lifted one of his arms and let it limply swing back into position, hanging downwards. I didn't know how much longer he would be out of it, so I had to work fast as I reached for a coil of rope.

I had spent enough time around cattle and horses in my life that I was handy with knots as I secured Luke to the top of the saddle stand. He looked sexy as fuck draped across the curved bench top with his face and bare chest pressed against the saddle blanket and his jean-clad legs straddling the end. I carefully tied his extended muscular arms to the legs of the stand, making sure he was secure but comfortable as he muttered in semi-consciousness. Moving to the rear, I reached down and pulled off his cowboy boots and tied each leg to the rear posts of the stand so he was straddling the end of the bench with his legs spread and his glorious ass perched on the edge.

I paused to consider what I was doing. I was about to cross a significant line and wondered if I should call the whole thing off. While I would undoubtedly enjoy what I had in plan for Luke, did I really want to take advantage of him in this state? At that moment, I heard Moon Shadow whinny from his stall, and I thought of that beautiful stallion trying to run after being drugged by Luke, someone he had finally learned to trust. Instantly, my doubts were swept away, and I was determined to teach Luke a lesson. With all four limbs firmly tied to the bench, I reached for an old pair of shears hanging on a nearby post and proceeded to cut off his jeans. I could feel my rock-hard cock struggling to be free as more of Luke's golden, muscular flesh was exposed as I cut up the back of each pant leg until his boxer brief-covered ass was exposed. I reached under him to pull his destroyed jeans free before approaching his shorts with the shears as well. I wanted all of this hot stud's flesh exposed and available to me.

As I finished cutting through the fabric of his boxer briefs, Luke moaned and arched his back. I wasn't sure if he was trying to shake me off in his semiconsciousness or enjoying the attention. I suspected the latter when I discovered his cock was rock hard as I reached under him to pull his boxer briefs free. I stepped back to admire the image of him completely naked and tied up, straddling the curved top of the saddle bench in the middle of the quiet barn. With the horse auction today, we had the place to ourselves, and I planned to take my time with this young colt. I reached up under Luke's heavy balls and maneuvered his thick cock downwards, pressed flat against the blanket-covered edge of the bench. Awake or not, he was responding to my grip on his cock as he moaned and humped his ass in the air, exposing his pink, puckered hole. I softly stroked the thick, mushroom-shaped head of his cock while softly blowing at his tight ring and admiring his ass.

"Mack?" Luke groaned, "Is that you? What's going on? Why am I tied up?"

Luke was coming around as I reluctantly released his thick cock and walked around to the front of the bench to confront him. "Yeah, it's me, and it's about time you woke up, you little shit. I have a full afternoon planned for you, and time's a-wasting. You know something, Luke. You've been a douchebag since the day I arrived on the ranch, but I cut you some slack thinking you were good for Moon Shadow, but boy, was I wrong. I can ignore a lot of things, but mistreating a beautiful animal like Shadow just to take a cheap shot at me is not one of them. I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget.

Luke pulled at his binds, and looked up at me in confusion glancing at my shirtless chest and the thick bulge in my riding breeches. "Huh, what are you talking about? Mistreating Shadow? What kind of lesson?"

"Don't play stupid, Luke, I know about the Viagra and Xylazine cocktail you put into Moon Shadow's watering pail. I'm used to you being an asshole, but even for you, this is a new low."

Luke's eyes widened in shock once he realized I knew about the drugs. "Oh, fuck, how did you find out?"

"I accidentally knocked your bag over when I went to borrow your riding crop, and the drugs and water bottle fell out. How could you do this to Shadow? Do you know how dangerous racing a drugged horse can be? Anything could have happened!"

Luke looked miserable. "Fuck, I know I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so jealous and angry with you. It was a weak moment, but I couldn't go through with it."

"Jealous and angry about what? Wait a minute, what do you mean you couldn't go through with it? Didn't you drug Moon Shadow's water?"

"No, I mean yes. I mean, I mixed up the drugs in my water bottle and poured most of it into his drinking pail, but I couldn't give it to him even to make you look bad and poured it out at the last minute. I feel terrible and stupid for even considering it. I'm sorry."

"You didn't drug Moon Shadow? Oh shit, I thought you did. That's why I asked Sam to postpone the test race and, um, spiked your beer and, you know... tied you up," as I looked down at Luke in horror, realizing I had zero justification for drugging and restraining this man. What the actual fuck had I done?

Luke looked confused before a realization came to him: "You put Viagra and Xylazine in my beer? No wonder I feel so out of it and... fucking horny. Shit."

"I know, I'm sorry, Luke. What can I say? I'm an asshole. I should have talked to you before coming up with a lame plan to give you your own drugs and do some freaky BDSM shit to you to teach you a lesson, but I was just so pissed off when I thought you had drugged Moon Shadow that I wasn't thinking straight. I should have known better. Fuck, let me untie you," as I reached for the ropes binding Luke's powerful arms.

"Wait, Mack! Um... hold on."

I paused while reaching for the knots to look up at him. "Yeah, what is it Luke? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm good. I just, uh... wanted to ask you something first."

"Sure, man, go for it."

"Okay, first of all, I know I've been an asshole this summer, but I was hurt and angry that Sam would bring in outside help for Moon Shadow, and when you showed up after meeting you the night before, I couldn't believe my shitty luck. The hot guy I had been flirting with, who ran out on me without saying goodbye, shows up at Sam's. I was more angry at myself than anything, but I decided to take it out on you, and I realize now that was unfair."

Noting that Luke had called me a hot guy, I replied, "Hey, that's okay, Luke. I wish I had handled things differently. I really wanted to get to know the friendly, handsome cowboy at the bar, and I so wish I had stayed. Let's just say we both could have handled things differently. Can I untie you now?"

"No, wait, that's just it; that's what I wanted to ask you. Uh, I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you, Mack. Despite the effort I've put into being a dick since you arrived, I've never stopped checking you out and wishing we could get together. When I first woke up tied to the bench, I thought I was having a horny bondage dream where you were going to do hot things to my body and make me beg to cum. To be honest, I've had quite a few hot dreams about you, including one recent wet dream. When I realized I actually was tied up hard and naked with you playing with my cock and blowing on my ass, I thought I might actually shoot my load on the spot." Taking a deep breath, Luke finished, "What I'm trying to say is... can you go ahead and do whatever you were planning to do to me? I want it so bad, Mack, and even if I didn't drug Moon Shadow, I probably deserve it anyway."

I looked at Luke in shock. Was this hot, muscled stud of a man, who probably weighed twice as much as I, asking me to keep him bound and tease, torment, and possibly fuck him? I felt my cock lurch, and a glob of pre-cum oozed into my shorts. "Fuck, are you sure, Luke? It might just be the drugs talking. Maybe we should wait until they wear off first?"

"Oh, the drugs are making me feel things alright; my cock feels like a fucking tire iron, but it's just dialing up what is already there. I've never been so horny in my life, and the idea of having you tease and... dominate me while I'm tied up helpless makes me hotter than a bitch in heat. This is way more than the drugs. Mack, I've wanted you, you sexy fucker, since I first saw you at the bar, and while I've never said this to anyone before, I want you to fucking own me. I want it and need it so bad, even if I'm surprised to hear those words come out of my mouth.

Shocked and beyond aroused by Luke's confession, I couldn't stand it any longer and reached down to unzip my breeches and haul out my engorged cock while I looked Luke in the eye. I smiled at the shocked expression on his face as he stared at my meaty dick in disbelief as it swayed inches from his face. While he might be reconsidering his previous offer, he was also licking his lips. "Jesus Mack... What the actual fuck? Where have you been hiding that?"

Hoisting myself up on the lower step of the saddle stand, I lowered the pre-cum-covered tip of my cock to Luke's sexy, mustached lips. "Oh, it's been here all along, impatiently waiting for your pretty mouth. Now how about a little less talking and a lot more sucking, hmm?" I eased forward, sliding the thick end of my cock between Luke's lips as he moaned and hungrily slurped at my swollen shaft, licking up any stray pre-cum. I was surprised at how much of my dick he was able to gobble into his throat as he milked my cock with his hot mouth in the quiet barn. This boy was hungry for my cock despite struggling to accommodate the thick girth. As my shaft slid deeper, I leaned forward and slid my hands down along his broad, muscled back, past his slim waist, and grabbed the firm globes of his hot ass. Fuck, I couldn't get enough of this man's butt, and now that I had a green light to explore, I needed to spend some quality time with it. Abruptly pulling my wet cock free of Luke's hot mouth, I said, "Okay, you've had a taste; now it's my turn," as I jumped down off the stand and walked around behind Luke's spread legs. In Luke's current state, he had no choice but to go along with it. I was loving being in control.

I realized the bench was at a perfect height for me to just step forward and slip my tongue between Luke's ass without needing to stand on a lower rail. I gripped his firm glutes in each hand, spreading them wide, and pressed my face into his crack, sliding my tongue up and down across his tight knot. Luke groaned loudly as he pressed back into my face, responding to my ass eating while I used my tongue to poke, prod, and stretch his hole, pressing deeper into his tight ring. By the sounds of it, Luke was enjoying himself as I slobbered between his firm cheeks, stretching them wider with my hands and slathering up his hole with spit. Luke was riding the top of the bench as he rocked in response, driving his rigid cock downwards against the blanketed edge of the bench while his moans filled the barn.

I spat in my hand and reached forward to grip Luke's thick cock, sliding my hand up and down its slippery length as I savored Luke's ass while he strained his powerful body against the soft ropes, grinding his hole onto my tongue. I could feel Luke's pulse pounding in the rigid shaft of his cock as his pre-cum mixed with my spit. This boy had a hungry hole despite likely being a top to date, but I planned to have him begging for my thick cock before long.

Taking a break from Luke's delicious ass, I slapped one of his cheeks and whispered, "Good boy." In the still air of the stable, I could hear him gasping as he fought to catch his breath. Sliding off my breeches and shorts and placing the riding crop on a side rail, I was left in only my boots as I climbed up on one of the steps at the rear of the bench. My shaft was still wet from the sloppy blowjob Luke had given me as I rested my throbbing cock head between his spit-coated cheeks. I was at the perfect height to angle my cock between his firm globes.

"Uh, Mack... I think you might be too big for that."

"Easy, Luke. I know what I'm doing. Trust me." While I was trying to reassure Luke with words, I was sliding my cock head up and down his crack while stretching his cheeks wider with my hands. Luke moaned in response and dropped any further arguments. Leaning forward, I dropped more spit to mix with my pre-cum creating a slick lube for my rod to rub against Luke's hole. With each pass, I'd pause to press the slick head into his tight pucker until gradually, the tip was sliding halfway in each time. I could hear Luke groaning as he twisted, trying to get more of my cock inside his slippery hole despite his stated reluctance. Careful not to startle him or move too fast, I slowly teased his hole until suddenly, the head of my cock was pulled into his tight ring. Both of us said, "Fuck..." in unison as I paused to let Luke adjust to my girth.

While we waited, I added some additional spit to the tip of my cock firmly gripped by Luke's tight hole as I eased backwards slightly before slipping the head back in. Each time I did this, I slid a little deeper. Despite his protests, my cock was seemingly pulled in by Luke's greedy hole. I could see his back expanding as he breathed deeply, forcing himself to relax and take my thick cock. While he was still nervous about taking my big dick, I could tell he was getting off on being bound and used in the quiet barn.

"Everything okay, Luke?"

"Jesus Mack, fuck yeah. I can't believe I'm saying this, but don't stop, just go slow. I've never taken a cock before."

"I figured that. Don't worry, we'll take as much time as you need. Your ass feels fucking great, and you're taking my cock like a champ, stud," as I gripped his ass in my hands, and slowly gyrated my hips teasing the slippery tip of my cock in and out of Luke's hypersensitive ass. I could feel pre-cum pumping from the end of my cock as the greased head worked its way deeper into his tight hole. Luke seemed to be hitting his rhythm as he thrust his cock against the blanket-covered hard end of the bench and pressed his ass back against my cock. Despite his recent introduction to bottoming, his ass was begging for more.

Happy to fill a need, I gripped his ass in my hands and slid my tool deeper as he moaned from below. Each time I'd pull back, giving him time to catch his breath, before slowly sliding back in, a little further each time. I assumed the ridged head of my cock was banging against his prostate as he started to groan loudly with each thrust. While I hadn't bottomed out yet, Luke was taking most of my cock, and I couldn't believe I was finally riding my cowboy. Fuck, he was tight.

With only an inch or two left, I took a chance that Luke was ready for a full helping of sausage and slid my aching shaft all the way into Luke's stretched hole. With a growl, he let me know I had bottomed out as my cum-filled balls pressed against his heavy sack. I thrust a couple more times just to make sure he had every inch as I rode his gorgeous ass. Wanting to make sure he was stretched, I pulled back about an inch before sliding back balls deep, loving the feel of slamming against his bubble butt each time.

Leaning all the way over and gripping Luke's muscular shoulders with my thick cock impaled in his ass, I whispered, "Good boy. Are you ready to be bred?"

Luke ground his beautiful ass back into me, driving me crazy with his gyrations, begging for more. "Fuck Mack. I... I want you to ride me and ride me hard. I want you to own my ass with your big horse cock and shoot your hot load deep into my hole. Don't hold back, buddy." Getting off on Luke's dirty talk, I eased backwards until a third of my shaft was exposed before sliding forward hard. "Hmph. Oh yeah, that's it. Keep going," Luke encouraged. Pulling halfway out this time, I slammed my slippery tool back past Luke's tight ring. As Luke moaned in pleasure, I pulled back once again until just the tip of my cock remained gripped by his tight hole before thrusting forward until I was balls-deep. Not only was Luke taking my full cock, but getting fucked hard and apparently loving it as I thrust into him over and over as he lay strapped to the saddle bench. I could hear a couple of horses at the other end of the barn whinnying, but otherwise the stable was quiet other than our groans and the slap of my sweaty skin as my cock stretched his virgin hole. Fuck, I think this boy has the makings of a power bottom.

Noticing Luke's riding crop lying on the side rail of the stand, I reached for it as we settled into a canter with my cock drilling his ass. Thinking he'd be up for a bit of play, I flicked the leather tip of the riding crop on his muscular rump and drove my cock harder into his hole with a "Hup!" I felt the saddle stand shift as Luke jerked in surprise at the sharp slap but groaned loudly as he pushed back into me. Luke was surprising me with his level of responsiveness to something that was so new for him. I encouraged him on with a few more sharp slaps of the crop as Luke hunkered down and pushed into me with his powerful body.

"Oh, that's it. Giddy-up! Ride that cock, you fucking stud!" I could hear the horses shuffling in their stalls, likely wondering what the hell was going on as we hit a fever pitch, rocking the saddle stand as I destroyed Luke's ass with my thick cock, slamming my sweaty balls against his.

"Oh, fuck, Mack. Don't stop, fuck me. I'm going to cum!"

Taking him at his word, I pulled out all of the stops as I clutched his meaty cheeks and rode my cowboy harder than I had ever ridden a stallion. We were both dripping in sweat as we strained our muscles and fucked like animals, racing towards our orgasms.

Unable to hold back anymore, I yelled as I slammed into Luke, pumping my load deep into his ass. I could feel his tight ring clenching around my thick shaft as I came, and by the sounds of his moans, I realized he was cumming as well. Despite the racket we were making, I could hear his thick load splattering on the dirt barn floor below us as I pumped his ass full of cream and he thrashed on the saddle stand. I couldn't believe Luke had shot his wad without anyone touching his cock.

Stretching myself over Luke's sweaty, heaving, muscular back with my big cock still wedged in his tight hole, I fought to catch my breath. I loved the feel of lying on top of this big stud with my cock wedged between the firm cheeks of his brawny ass. Leaning down, I whispered into his ear, "Good boy, easy now..." as I gently thrust into him, making sure I had completely emptied my load.

"Fuck Mack. You can ride me anytime. I'd even be up for another round if it's not too much for an old guy. It might be the Viagra, but it might just be that you're such a fucking stud that I can't get enough of you and your big cock."

"Aw, you're so sweet. I still feel shitty for drugging you, although in hindsight, I'm thinking my planned punishment may not have been that much of a punishment given how well you took to this, not that I'm complaining."

"Guilty," Luke grinned as he ground his ass back against my swollen cock.

"Well, it looks like you two have worked out your differences."

We both jumped at the unexpected voice as we looked up to see Sam standing beside us. Neither of us had noticed him come in.

"Sorry if I startled you. I needed to come back to pick up a saddle."

"Uh, hey Sam. Shit, sorry about this. Uh, we were just, um... I don't even know where to begin," as I gave up trying to explain why I had Sam's groomer strapped naked to a saddle bench with my cock buried in his ass. I at least stood back up so I could turn towards Sam.

"No explanation necessary," Sam replied as he walked behind us. "It looks like y'all had a hard ride, and from this angle at least, it looks like Luke might be up for more." I felt Luke jump and groan as Sam stretched his hard-on away from the bench and let it snap back. "Oh yeah, I'd definitely say Luke is up for more; he's as hard as nails. I'm not really sure you had to rope him to put your brand on him though; he looks plenty willing enough to me."

Luke and I froze in position as Sam moved around behind us, unsure what to do or say. "I don't have as good a visual on you, Mack, but," I felt his hand wrap around my low-hanging balls and give them a firm squeeze and a tug, "it feels like you have a load or two left in those big bull balls of yours." Whoa. I looked back and noticed a bulge extending down the leg of Sam's jeans as he reached down to readjust himself. It seems like Sam wasn't shy about getting handsy with the help.

"If I didn't have our potential investor waiting outside, I might even join you boys, but that will have to wait for another day. I'm just glad to see y'all been able to work things out. We'll be gone for a few more hours, so I'll let you boys get back to it. I'm sure you can find something to do to fill the time." I felt Sam slap my ass. "Damn boy, you really are a horse whisperer," he said as he walked away shaking his head and laughing to himself.

With the barn to ourselves again, I said to Luke, "Well, that was weird. I think that's the first time I've had my boss play with my balls."

"No shit. I think Sam is not above fooling around with the farmhands, that old dog."

"Agreed. He's not a bad-looking man if you're into the Sam Elliott type, and it looks like he's seriously hung by the size of the lump in his jeans." Realizing I was still hard in Luke's hole, I asked, "So... what do you want to do now?"

"Hey, I'm not the expert, Mr. Horse Whisperer. I'll leave it up to you to decide what a young, unruly colt needs. Whatever it is, just know that I'm going to want it hard, deep, and often."

Picturing the hours ahead, I smiled and leaned all the way over the solid, muscular stud beneath me and whispered in Luke's ear, "Giddy-up, cowboy."