THE ABILENE DOULOS RANCH

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 3 ]

Lauren was not quite so fast in making her selection. By the time she’d signed the waiver to let her ride a horse, met her wranglers, and swung her leg over her horse’s back, her husband had already made his choice. She rode out into the corral of cowboys. At about a square kilometer, the corral gave the 200 cowboys plenty of room. The expert wranglers quickly rounded them up while she rode through the herd.

The process was not unlike the way George had selected his doulo. Surveying the herd for the right age group, she narrowed the number quickly. As she discarded the ones she didn’t want, the wranglers cut them out of the herd. After about an hour of working, she had the herd down to only about 15 cowboys, all in the range of 14-16 years old. She wanted one with the energy to go anytime she wanted and with a cock that would satisfy her.

The cowboys milled around looking for escape from the tightening circle. Yet, whenever she rode past, they straightened up and strutted for her, trying to catch her attention. Now she changed her strategy, picking out the five that pleased her the most. Again the wranglers did their job, letting the remainder go while keeping her chosen five in a tight bunch.

Dismounting, she walked into the small herd. With their future owner on the ground with them, the doulos’ behavior changed. They’d been trained to fear the horses, bunching into a herd for protection. Now they were on more familiar territory with the woman as she eyed them closely. She walked up to the first one and took his cock in her hand. With just a few strokes, she enticed the cowboy’s cock to hardness. She did each one in turn, finally selecting the one with the biggest young cock.

With the selection done, she remounted her horse. There was still the challenge and fun of the final moment. She pointed at her choice. “I want that one.”

As the wranglers moved into action, the five cowboys broke for cover. The doulos were no match for the speed of the horses. Swinging their ropes over their heads, the wranglers closed in. “Yee haw,” yelled one as he closed on the stampeding doulos. He tossed his rope, letting it settle in over the cowboy’s shoulders before yanking it tight. The doulo was pulled off his feet with a yank. The second wrangler leaped off his horse and hit the ground running. With a short rope in hand, he jumped on the struggling cowboy and pulled his hands together. The wrangler wrapped his rope around the doulo’s wrists, pulled the doulo’s ankles up and tied them to the doulo’s wrists. The quick motion done, the wrangler stood and held up his hands to signal the event was over, just like roping a cow in a rodeo.

Lauren licked her lips as she eyed her new hogtied prize. She was going to have a good time breaking her new cowboy.

“Time to brand him,” said the first wrangler, still seated on his horse. He reached into a saddlebag and pulled out a branding iron. He handed it down to Lauren, who eyed it curiously.

“Be careful with it,” he cautioned her. “Don’t touch the big end.” He slid down off his horse.

The branding iron was about a foot and a half long rod with a button at one end and her brand at the other end. She held the rod in the center as she examined the “big end.” It was a circle about 3 inches in diameter with the letter L in the center – her brand.

“Not a permanent mark,” the wrangler assured her. “But it takes a couple years to fade. In the meantime, he’s marked as yours. Just press the brand against his ass and press the button at the other end.” Then, lowering his voice he said, “It’s an electronic branding iron. Gives him a shock and puts a chemical brand on him. That’s why he’s tied. He’s gonna jump when you brand him.”

Lauren smiled at the idea. This was an extra bonus to picking out a cowboy. The cowboy was still hogtied and struggling as she approached. His ass was easily available to her. She pressed the brand against his bare cheek and pressed the button. “Haaaaahhhhh,” yelled the startled cowboy. His whole body bucked in response to the sudden pain. She pulled the branding iron from his butt and admired the circle with an L on it that now marked him as owned.

With the branding finished, the wranglers untied the cowboy’s wrists and ankles. He stood, but with the lasso still around his waist, he wasn’t going anywhere. The first wrangler took him by the hair and pulled him in front of Lauren. The second one put the doulos’ hat back on his head. “You’ve got her brand now. You belong to her. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” said the doulo. He looked at Lauren, touched the brim of his hat, and said, “Howdy, ma’am, just tell me what you want and I’ll do anything.”

“What’s your name?” asked Lauren.

“Jake,” said the doulo.

“How old are you?”

“15, ma’am.”

Like her husband, Lauren found out that actual transfer of the doulo and her first chance to ride him would be the next morning. After the paperwork was all done, the sales rep talked to her on the side. “Normally we don’t discuss a doulo’s past with his new owner, but yours is very interesting. I think you’ll really enjoy him. He’s quite an intelligent doulo and can do more than just follow instructions.”

“How’s that?” asked Lauren.

“He’ll contribute to your fantasies, play an active part. He may even come up with ideas that you’ll enjoy.”

When Lauren looked at him with a quizzical gaze, he said, “He was first owned when he was 7. His mistress home schooled her children and he learned to read and write. Quite unusual for a doulo. His second mistress enjoyed him to much she swore she’d never let him go. She had him for 4 years, but then she was killed in a tragic accident and we got him back.”

“So… I have a smart and fun doulo?”

“You should think of him more as a partner than a doulo. At least that’s what his previous mistress said before she died.”

Lauren could only wonder at those words. She didn’t’ have the slightest idea what the sales rep was talking about. He was cute, well hung, and apparently very smart. All she had was her afternoon experience to go by. So, for the evening, she delighted in telling her family how much fun it was to brand a cowboy.

When Lauren did meet her doulo the next day, he was wearing just what the cowboy had been wearing on the sign by the road. He had a hat, boots, vest, chaps, and gun belt with a toy six shooter on his hip. Though he was 15-years-old, well into puberty, and well endowed, he had no pubic hair. For the sake of cleanliness, doulos were bred to have virtually no hair below the neck. Even a full grown male would never have more than a fine covering of hair on his face.

His circumcised cock hung flaccid for now. Lauren walked around him, stopping to admire the black circle and L on the white skin of his ass. She traced the circle and then the L with her finger. He tensed as she touched him. “Does it still hurt?” she asked.

“No, ma’am,” said Jake.

She slapped the brand with her open palm. He jumped in surprise, but didn’t complain. There was little in the life of a male doulo to complain about. He was trained to be a sex toy for the woman. He would cum when she desired. The worst thing he could expect was to be ignored. Spanking, teasing, or anything else were better than being ignored or stuck in a corral with 199 other male doulos. Jake looked over his shoulder at his new mistress. “That didn’t hurt,” he said.

The last thing that Lauren expected from her boy toy was back talk. Surprised, she swatted him again with her hand. When the boy didn’t even react at all, she pulled her hand back for a third swat. Jake turned quickly and caught her arm before she could strike. “Is that the best you can do?” he asked.

“Let go of me,” she demanded.

“Or else what?” asked Jake. He took her other wrist firmly in his grasp. “You own me for the next three years. You can’t send me back now. You think you can make my life miserable, but I can make sure you don’t cum for the next three years.”

“Bullshit,” spat Lauren. “Let go of me you doulo.”

Jake let go of both of Lauren’s wrists. “Yes, mistress,” he said. “Now what?” asked the doulo.

Lauren was totally out of her league as she faced her new property. Compliance was the norm. This doulo had a will that hadn’t been crushed in his training.

Her hesitation only fed the doulo. “That’s what I thought,” he said. “You know what makes me hard? What gets me ready to please you?”

“What?” asked Lauren, not even thinking that she shouldn’t be giving her doulos the satisfaction of an answer.

“Tits,” said Jake. “Your tits.” He touched her softly on the forehead. “If you were naked from here to here,” he moved his hand to her waist, “I’d probably get hard.”

Lauren had come ready to have sex with a young boy. She’d thought about it all night. She’d thought about that brand on his ass and the size of his cut cock. She pulled off her shirt and then her bra, revealing her full tits to the doulo. “Does that do it for you?” she asked.

Tempted to arousal by the D cup tits and swollen nipples, Jake’s eyes went down to his cock, still non-responsive. Her eyes followed his. “I guess not,” he said. “Maybe if you took everything off.”

Stripping completely in front of her doulo was no big deal for Lauren. She expected that he would see her often without clothes. He was nothing more than property. The fact that he was in control didn’t even occur to her. She removed the rest of her clothes. Full of anticipation, she was tingling, wet, and ready for him. Yet, she still faced a soft cock.

“Get hard for me,” she demanded.

“Not that easy,” said Jake. “I mean, mistress, you have a great body. But…”

“What? But what?” asked Lauren.

“I’m thinking about your daughter,” said Jake. He’d paid attention to the final hours of his training when he’d been told about his mistress and her family. “Is she hot?”

“What?” said Lauren in surprise. She wasn’t expecting anything out of her doulo besides three years of great sex. “You’re mine. You’ll fuck me and keep your mind off Nina.”

Though he was only 15, Jake was the same height as Lauren. He was also stronger. He moved quickly to seize her wrists again and press her against the wall. “That’s what I want to hear,” he hissed. “I’m yours. But, I have to tell you something.” He paused.

“What?” said Lauren. She was sinking into desperation.

“What really makes me hot is when… no, never mind, I can’t do that with you, mistress.”

“What?” said Lauren again.

“During my training, I found that…” he looked away.

“Damn you, tell me,” insisted Lauren.

“My cock doesn’t get hard unless…”

She looked at his cock, still soft. Lauren was a beautiful woman with a great body. She’d never had a problem arousing her husband, though he was hardly worth the trouble. “What makes your cock hard?” she asked.

The doulo picked up a length of rope. It was a tool she’d considered using on him. He swung it invitingly.

“You can’t be serious,” she said.

He simply let out a big sigh. “Even a doulo can have a fetish,” he said. His eyes drew her attention to his soft cock again.

“This better be worth it,” she said. She turned her back to him and put her arms back. “What gets tied?”

“Ever done this before?”

“No,” said Lauren.

He took her wrists and lashed them together. Once he had her bound simply and securely, he said, “We’re going to pretend you’re the slave. You *will* see fireworks. You *will* cum long and hard. You *will* want to do this again. But right now, I want to hear one thing.”

He turned her to face him. Lauren was trembling with anticipation as she once again said, “What?”

“Take me master.”

Lauren gasped as a shudder went through her body. She stared at the handsome young boy for a moment. “Take me, master,” she said.

Being about the same size as Lauren, Jake took his time to remove his cowboy clothes and slip on the shirt and pants she had just removed. Now she was naked and he was clothed. He pulled her toward the door. He pointed at the intercom and said, “When I push the button I want you to say you want a brand with the letter J on it.”

“You wouldn’t really,” she said.

He pushed the button. “Yes, ma’am,” said a voice on the other end.

She looked at her doulo and then back at the intercom. “I… I… um…Can you send in one of those branding things, but this time with the… uh… the letter… ummm … J on it.”

“Certainly, ma’am.” The intercom went dead.

“Now, you think I wouldn’t really?” said Jake. He carefully laid her down on the floor, untied her wrist, and then tied her wrists and ankles together in front of her. “Much nicer than what they did to me out in the corral,” he said. “A bit rough on me.” He reached around and copped a feel of her tits. “Nice. You do have nice tits.”

There was a knock on the door. Jake pulled the door open. “Just set it inside the door,” said Lauren. She watched in detached disbelief as the branding iron was set inside the door. Jake pushed the door shut again. Lauren realized that not only was she an accomplice to the events unfolding, but she was getting extremely excite at the thought of what Jake was threatening/ promising. She could tell Jake was excited, too, as he removed his clothes to show his growing erection.

As Jake picked up the electronic branding iron, Lauren thought there was only one thing missing from the situation – her opposition. “Don’t you dare,” she said sternly. Even as she said it, she noticed that Jake’s cock had grown. At half staff, the young boy had the promise of a sizeable cock.

“Don’t even start,” said Jake. “I know what you want.” He held the branding iron menacingly. Before her eyes, his cock grew.

“Jake… master… “ her voice failed her.

“Fuck, this is going to be quick,” said Jake. He set down the branding iron and untied her ankles. For a moment, Lauren felt disappointment that Jake was backing down. But, he left her wrists tied. He positioned her so her head was against the wall and tied her ankles to hooks on the wall. Her legs were spread and her pussy available. With her legs up over her head, Lauren knew her ass was readily available to her doulo.

Jake picked up the branding iron. Now his cock was a full 8-inches, but he turned his back to her quickly and said, “See this on my ass. I belong to you. You did this to me. Now, you’re going to belong to me, too.” He pressed the ‘J’ against her ass. “Say please.”

Lauren stared at her doulo for five incredulous seconds before she said, “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” He pulled the branding iron away and admired the J burned into her ass for half a second. Then he knelt quickly and plunged his cock into her spread pussy. He was right. It was quick for her. She was amazed that his cock hit the right spot almost immediately. He thrust hard and deep, making stars appear before her eyes as she came.

The doulo pulled his cock out as she started to come down from her sudden orgasm. He still hadn’t cum yet. “Hot for another round?” He asked.

“Not yet,” said Lauren. She was still recovering from her first. Past experience told her she wasn’t multi-orgasmic. Maybe in another hour or so she’d be ready again.

But, Jake didn’t take no for an answer. She was helplessly tied. He pushed his cock back into her sopping pussy. “What?” she said in surprise. This time he not only fucked her, he put his thumb to her clit and rubbed. The motion of his big cock deep inside her and the direct stimulation on her clit took her breath away. “Aaahhhh,” she gasped as she felt the rushing approach of another orgasm. The feeling was so foreign that she didn’t know what to expect. But, then her whole body shuddered in orgasm.

“That was… that was…” she panted, “… incredible.” She looked between her spread legs at his still hard cock, realizing he hadn’t cum yet.

He rubbed his cock between her slick pussy lips, eliciting a moan of pleasure at the touch. Then he pulled back. His cock was slick with her juices. He put his cock against her asshole, only pausing for a second. It was long enough for her to understand what was about to happen, but not long enough to object. Then he leaned forward, sinking his cock up her ass. Again he stroked with hard, deep strokes as he thumb diddled her pussy. She was amazed at his dexterity to fuck her with one motion and use his thumb with a most effective circular motion at the same time.

“Haaaahhhhh,” she gasped as she felt yet another orgasm hit her. This time the feeling consumed her, making her feel that she was going to pass out and miss the best part. But it just kept building and building. She held her breath as her body tensed and every fiber felt as if it was part of the orgasm. “Sheeeeeeesus,” she squealed abruptly as the feeling peaked and her body unwound. She was vaguely aware that Jake was cumming, too, filling her ass with his spunk.

“Sweet,” said Jake, leering down at her trembling body. And, he wasn’t finished yet. Now he put his face to her soaked pussy and lapped at her slit. He rubbed his face all over her lips and for a brief, surrealistic moment, Lauren though he might shove his entire head inside her and she wondered what that would feel like. But, he looked up at her with a grin. His nose, his cheeks, his chin, and his lips all glistened with her juices.

The woman could hear her breath coming in deep gulps and feel her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t think she could take anymore. “No…no,” she gasped. “No more… wait.”

Jake just smiled at her. “Make me stop,” he said, pointing out her predicament. She looked at her ankles and back at him. She’d surrendered to control to her doulo. He put his face back to her pussy and licked her clit. “You say no, but your pussy says lick me,” said Jake. Not satisfied with just licking, he took her throbbing clit between his lips and nibbled on it.

Incredibly, Lauren felt her body tingling again (still?) with the promise of an orgasm. Her breathing was strained and it felt like her lungs and heart would explode. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t get any words out between her gasps. She saw stars and she wasn’t even cumming yet. Then a massive orgasm hit her. She was vaguely aware that she was wildly humping Jake’s face as the wonderful feeling filled her.

Moments later, Lauren found her breathing eased as Jake finally untied her ankles from the wall. He lay beside her, one arm cradling her head and his free hand casually stroking her tits. He leaned over her and kissed her. She responded, letting the young stud show he had a tender side as well.

The mistress and doulo lay together for several minutes until Lauren’s breathing returned to normal. Jake had done most of the work, but he’d hardly broken a sweat. Lauren was wondering what to say to her doulo when he’s just given her the ride of her life. He’d branded her – she should be outraged. He’d disobeyed her – he should be punished. He’d fucked her in the ass – she should send him back and get a new one.

“Wait ‘til you see what I have planned for tomorrow,” said Jake.

Lauren decided she’d just have to see what he had planned and maybe she’d be outraged after that.