Dad walked in from working in the back 40 for a few hours. “Howdy Chet. Looking good. You been working out, man?”
Casually talking to His ole buddy made Chet shift uncomfortably in his chains. “Son, you clearly did a fine wrangling job. Didn’t even have to mark up his face like the last few.”
“Not for lack of wanting, Sir. I love seeing the pretty ones in fear with a black eye, I guess. He just stood there while I shackled him. Your bud’s gone, Dad, this guy broke easy like a wet paper dildo.”
Chet came over last weekend and got shitfaced with Dad and me. A little too drunk, unfortunately, because I dozed off on the couch and Dad found Chet with his jeans down pointing his dick at my ass.
Dad didn’t even wake me up to help. He knocked His buddy out, secured a chastity device on him, and stripped him down to his boots and chained him up in the barn. When Chet woke up the next day to find himself naked and sleeping among the livestock, he was confused to say the least.
When we went to check on him, Dad explained what had happened. Chet started begging to be let go. “No can do, Chet. You broke the most sacred law of these lands,” slapping my ass, “that’s my fucking pussy.”
Dad instructed me to hand over some clothes. It was some Wranglers that were cut off at the thighs and an old automotive t-shirt cut off under the chest. We sent him home dressed like a fucking slut, and instructed to take any dick that might pick him up as he walked home.
But before he left, Dad told him this… “That cage stays on this week. You come back next week, and if you act like a horse’s ass, you’ll hate it. But if you willingly submit, and act right… maybe it won’t be so bad.”
Here he was, willingly submitting. And now Dad’s ole buddy became tonight’s prime fuckmeat.
“Son, you can keep his boots as a trophy. He won’t need em anymore.”
“Yes Dad, thank you Sir!”











