Bare Ass Jock Ranch

Loose Ends

The 6 cowboys who left were sold to Marla who sold them in the middle-east and became a horse team for a rich sheik. Marla paid Rob $300,000 and sold em for nearly double that.

Jamie and Rico returned to Puerto Rico after the hurricane to help their parents recover. Juan and Miguel wanted to go too but Rico insisted they stay in school. Bruce’s uncle suggested a sister business in Puerto Rico that Jamie and Rico would run. Bruce set out to study how to hurricane proof structures and how to make severe hurricanes more recoverable. They bought a Clean Alternate Power development company that competed with the new coal plant the US Government insisted upon. Gay communities were developed and properties were sold world-wide. A Gay beach resort with an Island theme was built on the model of Rooster Ranch with similar amenities and ambiance. Senior facilities were established that included assisted living and nursing services. Dozens if not hundreds of jobs were created and, over time, Jamie and Rico became influential leaders and benefactors.

Rooster Ranch aka Cock-a-Doodle Doo

Rooster Ranch aka Cock-a-Doodle Doo, was developed with a Western theme and a spa was added to the original plans. The cowboys and BAR residents provided “ambiance” ie company for guests. A gourmet Restaurant provided meals and was included. The “rates” included dinner and “ambiance.” The guys never charged for services. If things got cozy with a guest - well cozy happens. What happens at the Ranch stays at the Ranch. All the guys were trained in massage therapy. Tips were declined with the suggestion that a donation could be made at checkout to a charitable organization. The guys would highlight the gay Nursing Home, the redevelopment in Puerto Rico and the LGBT medical care done by Dr Derek. Dr Derek donated his services but there were hospitals, drugs and recovery costs.

Dr Derek said he was interested in starting an LGBT Clinic. Long term, a western theme gay community might be added with Senior residences and condos.

The financial arrangement with the residents and cowboys was that all their income was put into an investment account. Any expenses such as car payments were made from that account. Modest normal cars were allowed and the Ranch had several community cars available for free. There was a moderate room and board fee that declined over the first 5 years of residency. Rob provided for most of the living expenses. The fund provided lifetime care over and above Social Security provided the fund was the beneficiary of any left over funds when a resident passed away.

“New blood” was one of Rob’s concerns but never became a problem. “Slave” was replaced by ranch terminology - rancher, ranch-hand, resident and frequently slut. Part-time “slaves” became Associates. They were frequently college jocks who brought in friends, siblings, cousins, etc. The gay lifestyle had become far more acceptable than it was back in the day. Nearly all the closets were opened and gays became a social and political force to be reckoned with. 

The “fitness/muscle” culture fed right into the “ruff sex” popular with the ranchers and could be counted on to attract the “associates” and their curious friends. Only the cream of the crop were accepted as residents. A profile was developed as newbies had to not only be hot, but play and live well with others. The first year of residency became a probationary year to make sure of the fit. Occasionally a newbie might be placed with another “master” or sold to Marla. 

Marla stepped up by donation of her air strip and jets to aid in the Puerto Rico effort.

Morgan is Offered his old Job Back

Most of the guys had full-time jobs and even though their checks went to their accounts, they lived quite well at minimum expense. Their housemates were some of the hottest men in California and the sex was awesome. Each resident donated one or two evenings a week at the Senior facilities and at the resort. Two nights a week their cocks were unlocked for sex with another resident. Sex with Rob or Dr Derek did not count as a free sex night.

Morgan’s Ranch became profitable due in large part to Jeff’s models. He developed formulas for how many head of cattle per acre and how many cowboys per head. A smaller herd required a higher proportion, whereas a larger ranch needed a smaller proportion. Jeff was brought on to run the business side of the ranch and did a great job recruiting “new blood” esp blacks and hispanics. Rob bought more land for ranch expansion. Favorable government grants and loans reduced the cost in an effort to maintain open ranges. Jeff did consulting on the side as well as his CPA practice. He also enjoyed the “ambiance” the ranches provided.

Jeff and Rob met regularly to discuss progress and it became clear that Tripp wasn’t up to the challenge of running the ranch. Morgan had completed his 30 days of sub training and it seemed an appropriate time to give him his old job back. Since he no longer owned the ranch and in fact he himself was now owned, he would be back in-charge of the ranch, but he would have a boss to report to. That would be Jeff - who was black and of slave heritage. Morgan was a redneck and perhaps had a few more sub lessons to learn.

Rob considered how to proceed. The next evening he called Morgan in and asked him if he wanted to return to the ranch and cowboying. Rob told him there would need to be a few changes since Rob now owned the ranch as well as Morgan himself. Rob told him that he had hired an administrator for the ranch and Morgan would run things out on the range but the administrator would be the overall boss. You will have to obey him as you obey me Rob said. Fortunately he’s from the area and grew up on a ranch, so he understands what you do and in fact requested your return to your old job. Morgan seemed to understand and was grateful the guy understood ranchin and would handle the business end of things.

Rob went on... As your boss, you will serve him and obey him. You will continue to live here and serve us as well. Morgan had gotten used to being used by Rob and the others. You will spend 2 nights a week with the Seniors and 2 or more nights being whored out to my rich friends. And you will have a new master to serve as well.

With that Rob called Jeff into the meeting... Morgan this is Jeff who will be your new master. All of Morgan’s redneck tendencies kicked in when he saw that Jeff was black as the Ace of Spades. 

“NO FUCKIN WAY!” shouted Morgan. “No way I‘m doin a friggin nikka!”

“Have it your way then.” said Rob. “Take him out to the tree and secure him to it.”

Morgan resisted and shouted epithets. “Just drag him by his chain” Rob told Jeff. Rob followed a few moments later. He told Bruce to get the stump and hachet. By the time he arrived, Jeff had him secured and Bruce was arranging the stump under Morgan’s cock.

“Last time we were here you swore obediance to me. You begged me not to chop off your cock I guess since you’re now a bottom, you don’t really need it anyway.”

“No please Rob I’ll obey you. Please don’t chop off my cock.”

“That tune’s getting old. And I believed you before and now you defy me. Now I’m going to chop off your cock. Maybe doc can make you a fake cunt and give you hormones to make you grow real tits.”

“Oh please Rob don’t take away my manhood. I gave you my man cunt and gave it up to all the guys. Just not a nikka. Don’t make me do a nikka.”

“Ok you don’t have to do Jeff - his name is Jeff - I thought I introduced you. And by the way he has slave roots. His greatgrandfather may have been decocked on that stump. So I’m not going to chop off your cock, he is.”

“Oh God, oh God NO don’t let a nikka chop off my cock. Oh please NO.”

“You know how to beg I’ll give you that. It’s just too bad you’re not begging for his big black monster dick to rape your ass.”

“Jeff let’s make him suffer a bit before we chop off his cock. Why don’t you nail it to the stump so it’ll be easier to chop it off. He won’t be able to pull it out of the way.”

“Just pull out that big spike and shove it up into his cock first. No need to clean it. It hasn’t been used since the last time I fucked his cock with it a month ago.”

Jeff did as Rob suggested. Rob addressed Bruce and asked him if there wasn’t a mouse trap or rat trap in the barn. “See if you can find one. I’ll show you how to catch a mouse..”

Bruce found one with a dead mouse in it. He discarded the vermin and brought the trap out to Rob. “It had a mouse in it so it works!” said Bruce. 

“Good set it and give it to Jeff.”

“Just tickle the underside of Morgan’s cock head and see if you catch anything.” Rob said to Jeff. The trap sprang and they got a live one. Morgan screamed louder than when he got branded and within 10 minutes the cowboys from the other side of the holler were gathering to see what was going on. When they arrived they saw the trap on Morgan’s cock head. No shit Morgan’s cock was caught in the trap.

Rob told the cowboys that Morgan had disobeyed him and wouldn’t do Jeff because of his gorgeous chocolate color so he was going to get his cock chopped off. But they put it off a little to play with it before the chopping. Morgan was so apoplectic he couldn’t talk. Rob told Jeff to do it again so the cowboys could all see it. Jeff reset the trap, tickled the underside of Morgan’s cock with it and - whammmmo. Morgan screamed again, but his cock was rock hard.

They snapped Morgan’s cock several more times and he screamed louder every time. All the guys had hardons and most came while watching Morgan’s big cock getting trapped over and over. Rob said this was just too much fun and decided not to chop off Morgan’s big cock just yet.

“We’ll give him a reprieve. Maybe we’ll just tie him down and you can have your way with him,” Rob said to Jeff. “Release him from the tree and bring him into the barn.” 

Once in the barn they laid Morgan on a couple bales of hay and a couple of guys pulled his legs up and wide apart. “All yours,” Rob said to Jeff. Morgan’s hole was spread wide open and ready to be defiled by a big slave cock.

Jeff was already shirtless, shucked off his pants and said “No problem, massa. You guys wanna see a slave obey his master?” Jeff lubed up his monster cock and Morgan’s cunt. Then to Morgan he said, “Sorry pal just obeying my massa!” With that he guided his huge hard black cock into Morgan’s asshole, splitting him nearly in two. Morgan couldn‘t even scream. The mouse trap was still biting into his dick and Rob told Bruce to do it once more while Jeff was plowing him.

Bruce snapped Morgan’s cock with the mouse trap again and Morgan screamed but no sound came out. Instead Jeff screamed and erupted a volcanic cum into Morgan‘s ass. Jeff kept pumping and came three more times. “I think this bitch is seeded, Massa!”

They let Morgan’s legs down and Bruce removed the mouse trap from Morgan’s cock. Cum oozed out. No shit - the fucker came while the slave raped him!

Kirk and Eric invited Rob to dinner. Kirk had something to ask Rob. “My sources tell me that you have a slave you’re planning to decock. They also say the cock is beyond respectable. I would be interested in purchasing that cock.”

“Well twice I’ve come close. But I have so much fun torturing it, that I never get around to actually chopping it off. Then the fun is gone.”

“You know how much I like torture, if you sold it to me you could still torture it.”

“Nah, I like you. Morgan’s an asshole bigot. I get off on hurting him. As it turned out he’s as big a masocist as I’m a sadist. Last time I was gonna chop it off we got into feeding it to a mouse trap. Then this black stud Jeff fucked him - did I mention Morgan’s a bigot? We left the mouse trap on his cock, even snapped it while he was getting raped. When we took it off, cum oozed out of his cock.”

“Well, if you change your mind, I would pay you handsomely. Royally!”

“I’ll keep that in mind and perhaps mention that to Morgan...”

“Why don’t you buy a cock or slave off Marla. I’m sure she comes accross a big cock now and again.”

“Now that’s an idea. It might be fun going to one of her auctions too. I hear the entertainment is worth it.”