The Cowboy
Friday morning
Yawn!!... stretch. Slowly I crawl out of the tent. It's a peaceful morning. The sunrise is beautiful from up here. Wearing only my studded leather collar, the warmth of the morning summer sun licks and caresses my nude body. I sure was a lucky pup to get this spot on the ledge, overlooking the valley below( oh yeah. Did I mention I am a pup? Yeah I am a pup. If you don't know it is a sub culture of the leather and bdsm world). "I gotta pee" I say to my self.
I sniff around the ground as I make my way to my tree on all fours. I don't have my knee pads on and scuff up my knees, but it doesn't matter, I have had far worse rug burns. I lift my leg and let loose with my morning business. My camp site is fairly secluded and no one is around so I sniff the puddle that formed at the base of my tree and give a little taste, "kind of strong, I need to drink more water"... Back at the tent, I whimper a little as I tighten my knee pads. It hurts a bit as the pads rub against the new cuts on my knees. I open a can of hash, empty it in my food dish, and pour some fresh water in my water dish. Nom nom nom nom. I make quick work polishing off my can and then take a huge drink from my water dish. Finally finished, I let out a big burp. My face is a mess, but, a swim will fix that.
After breakfast, I head off on a trail for my morning walk, I hear a noise behind me, look, but don't see anything. After a minute of investigating the noise, and finding nothing, I get back to my walk.
Wham!! Out of nowhere I get tackled. The body hits me like a ton of bricks. A hand grabs my collar and an arm wraps around my chest as legs wrap around my waist. The weight of the guy on my back pins me to the ground. I can feel a few cuts and scrapes from the brush we tumbled through.
Instinct kicks in and I try to free myself, but, the man is far too strong. Growling, I try to fight him off, but he tightens his grip on me making it hard to breath.
"Easy boy, don't struggle, I don't want to hurt you" a deep voice says in my ear. My pup training has helped me develop my sense of smell, although with this guy it was not needed. No deodorant, his musk is strong. It is also tinged with the smell of campfire and last night's whiskey on his breath. Man, pure Man. It makes my head spin.
Whimpering, I reluctantly submit to this Alpha Male. As I relax I feel that he is naked. His hard manhood pressed against the small of my back, and I feel something wet and sticky. The arm around my chest disappears, all of a sudden I feel pressure at my bum hole. Teeth bite into my shoulder as the pressure at my anus increases. "Pop", my body gives in to his insistence, despite my panic, and I am quickly filled. Dominated. I let out a strangled yelp at the rough invasion. Impaled fully, I feel his pelvic bone smash into me. His testicles slap mine as the single thrust is completed. As deep in me as his (what I now realize is a) huge manhood can get. I feel torn open.
Wait...this man is as deep as he can get. Why am I still being filled?
NOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOO!!
The warm, filling sensation turns rapidly to an uncomfortable bloated, burning. He is marking me. He is filling me with his scent. Urinating in me. O humiliation.
When his length drains completely into my gut, I cry out in distress. Fingers down my throat quickly silence me, but for the gagging that his fingers induce. I don't puke though. I am proud at that realization.
As the massive, and still unseen, member withdraws from me, some of the fluid now weighing in my inner most place leaks out. Only a small amount though. Suddenly something is jammed in me stopping my hole like a cork.
Yelp!! Is that my tail plug? Wiggle my butt, yup. How did he get that.
As I melt into his strength he whispers into my ear "Good boy. I know you want this, I saw you watching me yesterday, now you are coming with me." I noticed a distinct southern drawl in his voice as he spoke. When I stop struggling he loosens his grip but keeps a tight grasp on my collar. I hear a click as he attaches what I know to be a leash. With the leash clipped to my collar he lets me up. I finally get to see the man who captured me. Its him... The Cowboy!!
Thursday afternoon
"So, any big plans this weekend, Scott?" asks Tommy, the super sexy little clerk at the package store, as he rings up my order. Two cases of beer.
"Yeah, actually. I have a long weekend, gonna go camping in New Hampshire. maybe see if I cant find some trouble with a few hot guys.
He laughs. Tommy is a good kid for a straight boy. I am always flirting with him, and he takes it with good humor. Joking that I couldn't handle him anyway. Even if he did decide to switch teams... if he only knew.
An hour and a half later I pull into the campground. Putting out the blunt I rolled for the ride, I smile to myself reveling in the mellow buzz I have. Rummaging through my gear bag I find my collar, black and red leather with a Celtic Knot design embossed into it. It's too early for the spiked collar.
There are a few vehicles in the parking area, and I see a few naked men milling around the grounds, "guess I am not the only one who wants an early start to their Memorial Day weekend."
Reaching for the door to the reception office, I am almost knocked to the ground as the door swings outward, and a mountain of a man comes out of the office.
Out of reflex I lower my eyes to the ground. This guy is huge, intimidating. I see his well worn Red Wing boots. I wonder if they have the "Vibram" label on the soles. God I want to lick them. Slowly I raise my eyes, noticing the very tight jeans he is wearing. The denim is frayed near the bottom of his bulge. Crap. I catch my self drooling. Up a little more and I see his old faded tee shirt, at least a size too small, straining against his pecs. His nipples outlined by the thread bare material. Did I just lick my lips?
As I hurry past him, suddenly blushing from embarrassment, our eyes meet. There is a look in his eyes that makes me shudder. Like he is a predator, and I am his prey. I hope he doesn't notice the rise in my shorts. Seeing me shudder just makes him smirk. I break eye contact and hurry into the office.
I am a little frazzled by the encounter, and try to shake it off as I move up to the reception desk.