Here's an idea, maybe you can flesh it out to a full length story.
The well-built Marine strode into the Ramrod Saloon. He ordered a longneck beer and soon noticed the mechanical bull at the back of the room, illuminated under a spotlight. He went to take a look at it and saw the notice posted on the wall: FREE BEER FOR LIFE IF YOU CAN RIDE “EL CASTRADOR” AND NOT LOOSE YOUR NUTS.
After another longneck, the Marine asked the bartender about the sign. “Just like it says, ride the bull, keep your nuts, get free beer.” He chugged down two more longnecks, then told the bartender he was up for the challenge.
“Okay, you strip down, and toro will get warmed up.” “I gotta git nekkid” “Yep, it’s part of the deal.” The Marine looked around the room. There were only about a dozen guys there and most of them were his Marine buddies. “What the fuck,” he thought. “I got a good body, better than good, one of the best on base, got a cock and balls that ain't shabby neither.” He ordered another longneck and chugged it down as he stripped.
Ballicky—bare-assed, the Marine strode across the barroom floor to where the bar owner was warming up the mechanical bull. “Get your ass up there, let’s see if you can ride.” As the Marine mounted El Castrador, the other patrons gathered around. The bull circled and bucked, the Marine stayed firmly in the saddle
“Looks like you’re good to go, lemme get you roped in.” The owner slowed the bull to a gentle rocking motion. He slipped a shoelace-like length of rawhide — the rope — from the pommel horn and knotted it around the Marine’s nutsac. The tightening noose made the Marine’s balls swell and gave him a hard-on. The cocky Marine pointed at his junk and gave his on-lookers a shit-eating grin. The bar owner fired up El Castrador.
The mechanical bull moved faster than before. It bucked and swayed, circled and dipped, but the Marine rode with it, even as his nutsac was being pulled and stretched. The crowd was cheering. Gradually, the pommel horn was tilting away from saddle seat where the Marine had firmly stuck his ass. His balls were being ripped from his body, but the Marine was in a frenzy. His huge cock was gushing cum. El Castrador gave a final lusty jerk. The Marine would cum no more. And there would be no free beer for life.
When I wrote what's above, I knew a transition/explanation was lacking about why the Marine allowed himself to be tried with the rawhide strip, but at that time, I didn't know what would work. Now I have an idea: It's because he doesn't want to look like a wimp in front of his Marine buddies. LMAO!!! It's because he doesn't want to look like he doesn't have the balls. Emotionally, he's got to be cocky, yet naive.
Here’s what can go right after “knotted it around the Marine’s nutsac” in paragraph 4.
“What the fuck you doin?” “Just tying your balls down for the ride, don’t wanna get em bruised by slappin around.” The Marine’s expression of curiosity and fear, turned to bravado. “Yeah!” he said, “Tie em good and tight.” He gave a thumbs up to the crowd, “Dude’s got my boys protected.” The onlookers whistled and hooted.
My apologies -- yes, I did indeed read your story, and I'm so sorry that I haven't replied sooner. I normally try to respond to any comments within a day, two at most, but I had a really busy work week this past week. I'll respond to your truly AWESOME story shortly... :)
Here's an idea, maybe you can flesh it out to a full length story.
ReplyDeleteThe well-built Marine strode into the Ramrod Saloon. He ordered a longneck beer and soon noticed the mechanical bull at the back of the room, illuminated under a spotlight. He went to take a look at it and saw the notice posted on the wall: FREE BEER FOR LIFE IF YOU CAN RIDE “EL CASTRADOR” AND NOT LOOSE YOUR NUTS.
After another longneck, the Marine asked the bartender about the sign. “Just like it says, ride the bull, keep your nuts, get free beer.” He chugged down two more longnecks, then told the bartender he was up for the challenge.
“Okay, you strip down, and toro will get warmed up.” “I gotta git nekkid” “Yep, it’s part of the deal.” The Marine looked around the room. There were only about a dozen guys there and most of them were his Marine buddies. “What the fuck,” he thought. “I got a good body, better than good, one of the best on base, got a cock and balls that ain't shabby neither.” He ordered another longneck and chugged it down as he stripped.
Ballicky—bare-assed, the Marine strode across the barroom floor to where the bar owner was warming up the mechanical bull. “Get your ass up there, let’s see if you can ride.” As the Marine mounted El Castrador, the other patrons gathered around. The bull circled and bucked, the Marine stayed firmly in the saddle
“Looks like you’re good to go, lemme get you roped in.” The owner slowed the bull to a gentle rocking motion. He slipped a shoelace-like length of rawhide — the rope — from the pommel horn and knotted it around the Marine’s nutsac. The tightening noose made the Marine’s balls swell and gave him a hard-on. The cocky Marine pointed at his junk and gave his on-lookers a shit-eating grin. The bar owner fired up El Castrador.
The mechanical bull moved faster than before. It bucked and swayed, circled and dipped, but the Marine rode with it, even as his nutsac was being pulled and stretched. The crowd was cheering. Gradually, the pommel horn was tilting away from saddle seat where the Marine had firmly stuck his ass. His balls were being ripped from his body, but the Marine was in a frenzy. His huge cock was gushing cum. El Castrador gave a final lusty jerk. The Marine would cum no more. And there would be no free beer for life.
When I wrote what's above, I knew a transition/explanation was lacking about why the Marine allowed himself to be tried with the rawhide strip, but at that time, I didn't know what would work. Now I have an idea: It's because he doesn't want to look like a wimp in front of his Marine buddies. LMAO!!! It's because he doesn't want to look like he doesn't have the balls. Emotionally, he's got to be cocky, yet naive.
DeleteHere’s what can go right after “knotted it around the Marine’s nutsac” in paragraph 4.
“What the fuck you doin?” “Just tying your balls down for the ride, don’t wanna get em bruised by slappin around.” The Marine’s expression of curiosity and fear, turned to bravado. “Yeah!” he said, “Tie em good and tight.” He gave a thumbs up to the crowd, “Dude’s got my boys protected.” The onlookers whistled and hooted.
Did you get to read the story I posted ?
Deletehttp://jaysesbrutalballbustingdrawings.blogspot.com/2014/05/2006-castration-begins.html
What do you think?
Maybe I should have posted it here ?
http://jaysesbrutalballbustingdrawings.blogspot.com/2014/04/2006-sac-slice.html
I could put it here too. Or delete and repost. What do you think?
My apologies -- yes, I did indeed read your story, and I'm so sorry that I haven't replied sooner. I normally try to respond to any comments within a day, two at most, but I had a really busy work week this past week. I'll respond to your truly AWESOME story shortly... :)
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