Bareback City, Part 05

(Part 1 from 2. Fiction.)

The Blacksmith

Jason, Sam, and I had completed our morning breakfast, and now Sam was going to take me on a tour of the small stables in back of Jason’s Firehouse Loft. It had been my first pleasurable morning with my step-brother Jason, and my new friend Sam, the stable boy. I’d lost my virginity to Jason the previous night, and had sucked my first cock of Sam, my new friend. After breakfast Jason fucked me one more time, while I was sucking off Sam. This was the 3rd time I’d been fucked in the last twelve hours.

This was all fresh and exciting to me. I knew that during my puberty I had the longing to be sexually active with men, but had never had the opportunity to pursue my desires until I moved in with my long lost stepbrother, Jason.

Jason had assigned me various duties in bareback City, and this morning I was going with Sam to attend the horses, while Jason was going to make a tour of the wind mills that generated most of the electricity for Bareback City, and to ensure they were all working properly.

When we arrived at the stables, Jason showed to me how to saddle the Mustang that he was to ride today. Meanwhile Sam started feeding a corn grain mixture and bundles of alfalfa to the remaining three horses in the stable. He noticed one of the horses had a problem with a loose horseshoe and we were required to go to the local blacksmith to have the horse re-shod. We put a harness on the stallion and walked him to the back of the blacksmith’s shop located just a few hundred yards from the firehouse stables.

The barn doors were already opened so we went in. There was a loud piercing, clunking sound of the blacksmith’s hammer pounding against a large steel anvil in the center of the barn. As we approached the interior of the barn, I observed a large…a very large dark man slamming a huge metal hammer on the anvil. The noise was deafening. At one side was a sweltering furnace where he was using an air pump with one foot to increase the heat of the fire. A large container of water was sitting to one side and eccentric metal tools hung from the adjacent walls and rafters. I have only seen short segments of blacksmithing on the History Channel. I was aware of his objective but unfamiliar with names of his utensils or how he employed them to complete his work. It was fascinating, but not as amazing as the huge man that was doing the hammering.

While the man was vigilantly hammering away, Sam told me his name was Joe, but they nicknamed him ‘Mighty Joe’ because of his size and strength. He also was one of Jason’s ex-marine buddies that had served with him and many of the other men now working at Bareback City.

When Joe saw us and the horse we were leading, he set down the hammer, and stuck his hands in the water container to wash his large hands and remove his protective apron. This man resembled one of the muscular men on the American Wrestling TV Show. He was a Negro, but he wasn’t black, but best described as a stunning butterscotch shade. He must have been seven plus foot tall and weighed a solid 300 pounds. He had a shaved head, broad face, with dark brown eyes. His neck girth was as large around as my waist, and had shoulders like a bull. His biceps were massive. I couldn’t even guess at their measurements. Sweat glossed over his whole body causing every rippling muscle to be defined. His structure was well defined and solid as a rock. You could in all probability bounce one of his hammers off his muscular abs without damaging him. I was wondering if his cock size was in comparison to the rest of him, it would be astounding. He was an exceptional giant, but fearsome as well.

I was immobile in his presence, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Sam poked me, put a hand up to lift my jaw back into place and wake me from my ogling stare before he introduced us. He explained to Joe about the replacement of the horse shoe and lifted the horse’s leg to show him.

“Joe, this is Clint, Jason’s hot young brother from California. He’ll be living and working here, so be nice to him and don’t put him in your sling, at least for now. He’s just ‘came out’ and is still learning and experimenting with man to man sexual contact.”

Joe stood by the anvil, wiped the sweat from his brow, and then nodded to us. His penetrating eyes were observing and inspecting me carefully, then he said in a deep thundering voice.

“Welcome Clint. You're an attractive little hunk. Anytime and any place: and speaking of slings; I need your help to put my new assistant to good use.

Sam looked at me, rolled his eyes, and shook his head.


“I’ve never met your new assistant Joe. What have you done to the poor boy now?”

We followed Joe to the other end of the barn. There was a large open pen build to hold horses while they are being prepared for minor surgery or to support them so they won’t lay down when they are too sick to stand. It resembled a frame work for a king sized poster bed, without the mattress, but it consisted of all sorts of leather and canvas straps and pulleys used for supporting the animal.

“Come here Rodger” Joe called out. “Want ya to meet the boss’ son Clint and the stable boy. Rodger is my newest student assistant. He’s 24 and just graduated from Arizona University last year. He’s well educated with a degree in Animal Husbandry, a degree in Metallurgy and a host of other damn things. He’s my assistant for now, but I’m teaching him how to be a good blacksmith, how to take care of my stud horse, and how to be used in this sling I made for my boys. I need you guys to help me put him in place without cutting off his circulation or cutting him. Here’s how it gonna work.”

Joe continued to pull and tug on the straps and hooks and adjust the pulleys. I still couldn’t figure out why he wanted to put Rodger in this sling, but when he placed Roger to the center of the frame and mentioned ‘Sling’ again, I began to understand. Oh my god! Joe was going to strap Rodger in the sling and use him for sexual purposes. How kinky. Now my interest became more attentive.

“I’ve been working on this new one because the last one was too uncomfortable for my fuck buddy. I’ve had Rodger pad the straps with soft wool and have adjusted the pulleys so my fuck buddy can rest here while I lift his legs to my shoulders, and enter his fuck hole without too much problem.”

I was amazed at the seriousness of the conversation. It seemed so emotionless and cold but I was very attentive and listen as Joe continued.

“This is the only way I can fuck because of my size and weight. I almost crushed my last partner fucking him and cracked one of his ribs. You understand why this will be much better? I can stand here, swing him back and forth, and enjoy fucking without exertion. I sometimes get rough during sex, but don’t want to injure my partner. Rodger was man enough to take me once but it takes him a week before we can do it again. However I need more sex than that. Roger’s a good man and I want to have him around for a few weeks before he’s used up.”

Sam and I listened and watch while Joe and Rodger were getting positioned into the harness. Roger removed his clothes. Joe motioned for us to come closer and handed us a large container with clear petroleum jelly or Vaseline, as I knew it.

“I want the two of you to cover Rodgers body with petroleum jell so he won’t get strap burns this time.” Joe said as we dipped our hands into the Vaseline container and began rubbing the lube onto Rodger’s muscular body.

Rodger had kept his body in damn good shape. He wasn’t’ as muscular as Joe, but he looked exceptionally good. How this hot looking dude could let this giant use his body in this way, was beyond my understanding. This method of sexual stimulation could be very humiliating and abusing, but then perhaps that’s what it’s all about. Sex can be explored and enjoyed in many ways.

I started putting the jell on Rodger’s back, over his taunt buttocks and firm legs while Sam put jell on his well developed chest, arms, shoulder, and legs. It was exciting and stimulating exploring a complete stranger’s body with my hands.

Sam was getting a thrill out of it as well and lubed Rodgers cock and ball until it was fully hard. He had a nice thick 8 inches of cut cock and a fully rounded set of balls. I thought Sam was going to suck him off right then and there, but thought Joe wanted his buddy to be ready and willing to get his ass fucked. I notice as I lubed his butt crack that there was an object filling his anus. I’d heard of butt plugs being used this way so filed it away for further exploration later.

Joe’s stud horse was stirring around in his stall as well as a young filly outside in the barn yard. She was in heat and ready to get fucked. The male horse’s cock was getting hard and was protruding outward about 12 inches from his body.

“Look at the stallion, Rodger? He’s getting horny again, just like his master. Rodger’s been masturbating him each day and collecting his sperm for breeding purposes. He freezes the sperm and can sell it for insemination breeding. Hell I’d just as soon watch my Stud fuck that mare like I fuck my boys. He’s a wild son of a bitch and bites the mare while he fucks. We have to put a muzzle on him to keep him from harming the mare. I like to bite too. But I’m not gonna wear a damn muzzle.” Then Joe laughed.

“Look at that stallion’s cock. He’s got a hard on just thinking about fucking that Mare’s cunt. What a fucking prick he’s toting, huh? Looks like mine when I get hard. I’m gonna let him in the barn yard to fuck that damn bitch while I fuck my bitch.”

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