These Boots are Made for Bustin
Jdean72000@yahoo.com
A mother and daughter physically, mentally and sexually dominate the big, muscular men on their farm.


Carrie leaned against the barn door, looking out into the yard. Bud had set up
his workout equipment out there, and he was now using the bench press machine.
He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only jeans as he pressed the bar,
loaded with multiple large weight plates, away from his massive chest.

'Of course he's the kind of guy who works out in jeans,' Carrie thought to
herself. 'Such a douchebag.'

Bud came into her life 6 months ago. Her mom and his dad were dating and
decided to move in together which meant moving into her and her mom's dairy
farm. Bud and his dad, Chuck, assured the women they could help out and the
two women sorely needed it.

But Carrie found out soon enough that it was only a half-truth. Chuck kept his
word but 20-year-old Bud revealed himself to be lazy. All he did was work out,
watch TV and go into town to fuck as many women as possible. Whenever Carrie
would ask him to help with a chore, he would scoff and sneer, "I'm not your
bitch, bitch."

What's worse was he was constantly making crude remarks at Carrie when their
parents weren't around. Comments about her breasts and ass were made almost
daily and he even had the nerve to "accidentally" walk in on her when she was
taking a shower.

And the worst had happened the previous night. When Carrie was washing dishes
after dinner, thinking she was alone, Bud sneaked up behind her, reached
around and roughly squeezed both her breasts. She slapped his hands away and
he just laughed at her before walking out of the room.

So Carrie had decided it was time to teach Bud a lesson. She could've gone to
her mom, Ruth, about all this but Ruth had always taught Carrie to fend for
herself. Ruth even gave Carrie self-defense lessons because she knew how rough
the men in town could be.

"Hey, Bud, can you come here a minute?" she called out.

Carrie was wearing just a white tank top, short jean shorts and her brown,
dusty cowboy boots with silver tips. Her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded
down her shoulders and her dewy skin was glistening with a light sheen of
sweat from her chores that afternoon.

Bud sat up and looked over at the 19-year-old girl who had called for him. He
noticed her ample breasts filling out her top, her long, smooth legs and the
way she was nibbling her fingertip with a look in her eyes that Bud knew all
too well in a woman. Carrie knew she had to make herself as enticing as
possible to lure Bud into her trap.

Carrie first saw irritation in his eyes but when he looked her up and down,
his expression changed. A smirk curled the corner of his lips.

'Ugh, those lips,' Carrie thought. Carrie's initial attraction to the tall,
handsome hunk had turned to irritation due to his laziness. But there was
still no denying his dark, chiseled features and tall, muscular body made
Carrie's insides flutter.

Bud got up from his bench press station, grabbed his cream-colored cowboy hat
off a weight rack next to him, put it on and sauntered over to Carrie. Since
he was shirtless, she ogled his sweaty muscles, glistening in the sun, as they
shifted side to side with every step: broad shoulders, bulging biceps, thick
pecs and rippling abs. He was wearing jeans as tight as they could possibly
get, hugging his beefy, muscular thighs, beach ball asscheeks and bulging
crotch.

"Did you want something?" Bud asked as he neared her.

"Not something. You," she said as she slowly backed away into the cool, musky
barn, leading her prey.

"Huh," Bud said with a smile, delighted. "I thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you, Bud," Carrie lied. She had backed up into a corner of the
barn between piles of hay. The barn was empty as the cows were out grazing.
Chuck and Ruth were out working. There was no one around. "I mean, do I get a
little frustrated with you sometimes? Sure." Carrie was now backed up against
the wood-slatted wall with Bud right in front of her. She placed her hands on
his shoulders and slid them down his delicious pecs that she was eye-level
with. "But when I see how hard you work out, I understand you must be tired. I
mean, building a body like this must take a lot of energy."

Carrie saw Bud's eyes light up. She knew he wanted her ever since they first
met. As her fingertips slid down his rippling abs she noticed the bulge in his
jeans swelling.

"Sure does," he agreed. He raised his arms and flexed them, his biceps puffing
up to the size of rock-hard softballs. "Not a lot of guys can look like this."

Carrie could barely wrap her hands around the top of his biceps. "Ooh, damn.
You're huge." She knew just what to say to pump up a guy's ego...as well as
other parts of him.

"Fuck yeah I am," Bud said, swinging his arms down and flexing again to make
his pecs pop. Carrie went along with the charade, feeling up his chest,
running her fingers over the striated muscles, lightly grazing his perky
nipples.

"It's been so hard for me, watching you work out all the time and feeling like
I couldn't do anything because...you know...our parents," Carrie said.

"Me too," Bud agreed. "But fuck it. That has nothing to do with us. We're not
related, right?"

"Right!" Carrie exclaimed. She grabbed his shoulders and spun Bud and herself
around, pushing Bud up against the wall. Bud was delighted at her aggression.
"I've been waiting too long to do this."

And with that, Carrie got up on her tiptoes and kissed Bud who immediately
kissed back. Soon their tongues were wrestling and Bud's hands were roaming up
and down her back and perky ass.

'Fuck, he smells good, too,' Carrie thought to herself. She didn't think her
plan would reignite her attraction to the arrogant stud and yet feeling up his
beautifully sculpted body was sending signals to her brain...and her crotch.
And now she was learning that he was a great kisser and smelled good, like
musk and fresh sweat and soap, on top of everything else.

'He called you a bitch,' Carrie reminded herself. 'He refuses to help out on
the farm. He sexually assaulted you.� Don't back down now.'

She could feel Bud's hands trying to lift up the back of her shirt so she
swatted them away and pulled back.

"Not yet. You first, big guy," she said with a wink. She undid his belt,
unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. Finally unrestrained,
his hefty bulge started to swell even more out in the open.

She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down until they were
around his thighs. Underneath, Bud was wearing a pair of very small white
briefs that were already getting stretched to their limit by his long, thick
erection aiming toward his hip. She could also see his big balls pressed up
against the base of his dick, a plump pouch created by his tight underwear.

'Fuck me,' Carrie thought to herself, ogling his throbbing tool. 'I've heard
the girls talk about his size and I guess it's true ... '' She crouched down
to pull his jeans all the way off, yanking hard to get them past his
tree-trunk thighs before pulling them off his bare feet altogether. She forced
herself to stop staring at his bountiful bulge. She then stood up again to
look up into Bud's smirking face.

"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice getting lower and huskier the more
aroused he got.

"Very impressive," Carrie said, annoyed that her foe had been blessed with a
big dick to add to his already over-inflated ego. She got even more annoyed
when he grabbed her hand and placed it right over his throbbing cock. Not
because she didn't like the feel of it - she did, very much - but because it
was distracting her from her plan.

"Someone's...cocky," she said, giving his dick a gentle squeeze.

"Can you blame me?" he asked. "I knew you liked what I did last night. You've
been wanting me to grab you like that for months. Now are you going to suck it
or what?

Finally! Bud reminding her what a jerk he was was just what Carrie needed. She
let go of him and started backing up.

"Oh no," Carrie said, getting more serious. "That won't be happening today."

"What?" Bud asked, confused.

"Sorry, Bud, but I have other plans for you today. You see, today's the day
I'm going to teach you a lesson about manners and helping out around here."

Bud immediately got angry. "The fuck you are!" He started walking towards her,
his muscles tense with anger, his cock as hard as ever. "I don't like
cockteases. Now get back here and suck my-"

But before Bud could finish his sentence, Carrie's foot flew up, the silver
tip of her cowboy boot smashing into his bulging crotch.

"Aaaaargh!" Bud howled out as he bent over, cupping his crotch in pain. "You
fucking bi-"

And before Bud could finish THAT sentence, Carrie's boot collided with his
face, just missing his nose, slamming into his jaw, cheek and eye with more
force than he would ever have expected. His cowboy flew off as his body bolted
up and back, crashing into the wall which both dazed him from his head
cracking against the wall and winded him. He collapsed on his ass, legs spread
out in front of him, hands covering his crotch as he moaned in pain.

"You bitch! What the fuck...you fucking bitch ... "

"Oh Bud, I can tell this is going to take a while," Carrie said as she slowly
made her way over to him, swinging her hips to emphasize her femininity, her
boots clacking against the floor. She grabbed both his ankles, hauled his legs
up in the air and started dragging him away from the wall. Years of working on
the farm had helped Carrie develop a strong, toned body. Hauling Bud around
was only a little harder than hauling around bales of hay.

"No...stop...you fucking ... " Bud was trying to sit up and reach her while
also holding on to his aching balls but it was no use. Soon he was in the
middle of the dusty floor flat on his back with his legs up in the air. His
briefs had ridden up from being pulled along the floor, giving him a painful
wedgie.

Since he was still covering her target with his hands, Carrie instead stomped
her boot down onto Bud's rippling six-pack abs. As thick and hard as they
were, they were no match against Carrie's bodyweight and sharp boot. It felt
as if her foot slammed directly onto his spine. Bud's upper body shot up in
pain, all his muscles tensed and flexing, before falling back again. His hands
moved up to his aching stomach - just what Carrie wanted.

Still holding onto his ankles, Carrie looked down at the plump package between
Bud's legs. Sure, his dick wasn't hard anymore, but she was still impressed
with what the man was packing. She also loved that him having bigger targets
made it easier for her.

'Stop staring and get on with it,' she scolded herself. She raised her boot
and then slammed it down on Bud's bulge, flattening his cock and balls against
his own body. Once again his upper body shot up in pain as she grinded her
boot into his crotch.

"Stop! Stop!" Bud squealed in a high voice Carrie had never heard before.
Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes, his whole face scrunched with
pain as he tried to pull her foot away. His massive pecs twitched and spasmed,
the veins popping along his arms and shoulders as he pawed uselessly at her
boot.

She finally dropped his legs and removed her foot from his balls. He
immediately cupped his crotch again, rolling into a ball on his side, moaning
in pain.

Carrie slowly walked around her male opponent. "Tsk tsk tsk," she mocked.
"Poor Bud. It didn't have to be this way, you know. All you had to do was
pitch in around the farm and, you know, not be an asshole. Is that asking for
too much?"

She crouched down and grabbed his ear. He squealed.

"I said, is that asking for too much?" she asked again.

"Fuck...you ... " Bud muttered.

She let go of his ear with a sigh. "Aw, Bud, I knew you weren't very bright
but I didn't think you were THIS dumb. But, have it your way. We'll just have
to continue with the lesson."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" a voice boomed out.�

Carrie and Bud both looked up to see Chuck storming in from the opposite
entrance to the barn. He was as tall as his son but with an extra 20 pounds of
pure muscle on him. The man had kept himself in amazing shape for his age,
regularly keeping up with his son during weightlifting sessions on top of all
his activity around the barn. He came to a stop in front of them, his legs
spread wide and hands on hips. He was wearing a sleeveless red and black
flannel that revealed his mighty arms and tight jeans just like his son was
wearing, hugging every inch of his massive thighs, beefy ass and prominent
bulge. His black cowboy hat loomed over the scowl on his bearded, handsome
face. He looked pissed.

Earlier, Chuck had been walking toward the barn when he saw Carrie walking
backward and into the barn and Bud following her. Sensing something was about
to happen, he quietly made his way behind a tree to spy on them. After a bit
of talking, he saw Carrie spin Bud around, plant him against the wall and kiss
him.

'Well, shit,' Chuck thought to himself. 'I knew those two wouldn't be able to
keep their hands off each other for very long.'

He saw his son running his hands over Carrie's back, including her very
shapely ass. Chuck had always lusted after Carrie but since Ruth more than
satisfied him in the bedroom, he never felt the need to pursue it. He was,
however, always proud that his son was such a ladies' man.

Watching the comely young woman get felt up - even if it was by his own son -
stirred Chuck's libido. He could feel his thickening cock press against his
jeans. Thinking he was alone, he started to rub himself through his pants.

But then Carrie stopped and pulled away from Bud. After watching them talk a
bit more but not hearing what they were saying, he could tell Bud was made
about something. But then he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Carrie kick
his son right in the balls!

And then another kick into his face!

Chuck was stunned. Too stunned to move, in fact. He couldn't believe he was
watching this smaller woman thrash his big, powerful son. He wasn't even aware
that his cock was still rock hard. It wasn't until she finally stopped and
started walking around him that Chuck came to his senses and realized he
needed to intervene, barreling into the barn to confront the young vixen.

"You touch my son again and I'll kill you," he threatened, staring daggers at
Carrie.

Both Carrie and Bud just stared at the intimidating man with the imposing
physique. Bud was still curled into a ball, his hands protectively between his
legs. Carrie was crouched by his head.�

'Fuck,' Carrie thought. She knew taking on a powerfully built man like Bud
would be a challenge. But she never considered she'd also have to fight Chuck.
She immediately felt terrified.

Neither Bud nor Carrie spoke, but in an instant, neither one had to. They both
gasped as they saw a cowboy boot fly up between Chuck's massive thighs and
smash into his heavy crotch.

Carrie and Bud weren't the only ones unaware they were being watched. Ruth saw
Chuck standing behind a tree, apparently watching something in the barn.
Needing to speak to him, she started walking toward him when she noticed he
was rubbing his crotch.

"What the fuck ... " Ruth muttered to herself, still far enough away that he
didn't notice her. When she saw his expression change - his jaw literally
dropping in shock - she knew something was wrong in the barn. And when he ran
into the barn, she quickly followed behind.

When she saw Bud on the ground and Carrie next to him, she knew what was going
on. Her daughter was finally fed up with Bud's laziness and had taken matters
into her own hands - exactly what Ruth had been teaching her for years.

But when she heard Chuck threaten her daughter, Ruth's maternal instincts
kicked in.�

In fact, Chuck also had a few lessons to learn himself. Sure, he actually
helped around Ruth's farm and the man was a good lover, but overall his
attitude toward women was still stuck in the 1950s. He was constantly
dismissing her and trying to take over how to run her farm. She also found the
way he coddled Bud to be unacceptable, especially as it meant more work for
her and her daughter.

So when she came up behind Chuck with his legs spread, she knew what she had
to do.

Once she kicked him in the balls, she quickly reached around on either side of
his massive chest, grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons
scattering around the floor. She yanked it down to his elbows, revealing his
boulder shoulders, wide, hairy pecs and flat, muscled stomach.�

Chuck tried to cup his aching balls as he moaned in pain but his arms were
restricted from his shirt around his elbows. His knees started sinking toward
each other as a low moan escaped his lips.

Still holding onto his shirt, Ruth planted her sturdy legs and yanked back,
pulling Chuck off balance. She then started to spin him around, sending the
confused Herculean male around in a circle until she finally let go. He flew
forward and slammed face first into the wall. Dazed, he backed up a few steps,
wobbling on shaky legs as he tried to clear his head.

Ruth just stared at the man's meaty ass hugged by his jeans, as his mighty
thighs spread wide and staggered to keep him upright. 'Damn, I love that ass,"
Ruth thought as she once again sent her cowboy boot up between Chuck's thighs.
She could feel the top of her boot smashing into his soft bulge and knew, as
he sank to his knees, that she wanted to control and dominate this man until
she had broken him, like one of her horses.

With one last yank on his shirt, Chuck fell backward, his head hitting the
floor while his legs unfolded and sprawled out, his cowboy hat falling off.
Ruth quickly mounted her male opponent, her thighs on either side of his
massive chest and her knees pinning his upper arms to his body. With the shirt
still around his elbows and his bodyweight on the shirt, his arms still could
barely move. Ruth just looked down at him with a smirk on her face.

Chuck was seriously dazed and the aching, intense pain in his balls emanated
up into his stomach, seemingly weakening his whole body.�

"What the fuck...get off me, you bitch ... " he muttered.

"Hmmm, nope," Ruth said as she reached behind her.�

Chuck felt Ruth's fingers pull open his large belt buckle. But he was even
more surprised when it felt like, in the same instant, she had unbuttoned his
jeans, pulled down the zipper and slipped her hand inside, wrapping her
fingers around his briefs' big, soft pouch she found between his legs.�

Ruth smiled with pride at her quick handiwork, thinking of all the practice
she had undoing cowboys' belt buckles. She also had a lot of experience riding
horses, which came in handy when she started squeezing Chuck's bulge with her
strong hand. Chuck's body immediately seized up as the pain rocked through his
body while Ruth ground his big, heavy balls between her fingers. The big,
powerful man, desperate for relief, started bucking his hips to throw Ruth off
of him. But Ruth knew to hold onto his balls, squeeze her legs around his body
and grab his hair to maintain her position of power over him.�

Carrie and Bud had both been hypnotized watching the smaller woman efficiently
take down the big man. Once she realized that Ruth had everything under
control, Carrie snapped out of it and returned her attention to the big man
still curled into a ball on his side right in front of her.

Carrie quickly stood up and stomped her cowboy boot onto Bud's ankle. He
howled out in agony as it felt as if she had crushed it into dust. She then
proceeded to stomp him all over his body: his thighs, his ribs, his abs, his
pecs and even his head. Bud rolled around, trying to both cover up and swing
his mighty arms out to grab her foot.

"I'm going...to fucking...kill you," Bud hissed out as she pummeled him.

But even though she loved tattooing his muscular body with bruises, it was his
arms that she knew she had to target if she was going to win this fight. As
long as he could still use his big, powerful arms, he would remain a threat.

So as Bud swung his arm out one more time, Carrie stomped her boot down right
on his hand, pinning it to the floor. As Bud screamed, Carrie stood on his
hand while stomping her foot down on his outstretched bicep. He tried to stop
her with his other arm but Carrie kicked him in the throat, the hard, pointy
silver tip of her boot stabbing Bud right in the Adam's apple.

While Bud clutched his throat with his free hand, gagging and choking, Carrie
proceeded to stomp on his bicep over and over again, pulverizing the muscle as
if tenderizing a steak. She could feel it change from a hard rock of power to
a soft, jiggly mound. She could see the terror in his eyes as he tried to
breathe while watching her pulverize a part of his body he was so proud of.
She finally stopped when she was certain she had deadened all the nerves,
rendering his arm useless. Bud just stared at his once-mighty arm as it
extended away from him, limp and unresponsive. This couldn't really be
happening, he thought. He was in too much shock to pay attention to what
Carrie was doing next.

She then walked over to his other side and sat down next to Bud, facing him.
She grabbed his free arm and yanked it toward her. Still gasping for breath
and his body racked with pain, Bud could barely resist. He had no idea what
was happening until Carrie extended her legs, one leg landing across his chest
and the other around his neck with his arm in between them, that he realized
she had trapped him in an arm bar.

Bud howled in agony as Carrie leaned away from him, arching her back so that
she bent his arm painfully. She also grabbed his thumb and twisted it to make
sure he couldn't use his muscles to force his way out. Bud's whole powerful
body was spasming and flopping as Carrie kept up the pressure. It was only
when she felt his arm go slack that she knew she had ruined it.

When Carrie finally let go, his arm flopped lifelessly to the floor. Bud
rolled over onto his stomach, whimpering with tears streaming down his
handsome face.

"Poor Bud," she said with a giggle. His briefs were still wedgied up his
asscrack so she gave his bare muscular butt a hard slap.

Carrie then sat on his back facing his head, pulled Bud's floppy arms onto her
knees, reached under his chin and yanked his head up, executing a perfect
camel clutch. Bud grunted and moaned as it felt as if she was going to break
his back.

"Let's watch the show, shall we?" Carrie whispered into Bud's ear as they both
faced Ruth and Chuck.

Chuck's efforts to dismount Ruth not only didn't work, they actually worked
against him. With Ruth's fierce grip on his nuts, his bucking only yanked and
twisted them even more. Plus, he was exhausting himself. Unlike his smaller
but well-trained female opponent, Chuck was all brawn and no stamina.

He finally stopped, his mighty chest heaving in huge gasps of air, his face
and body covered in sweat. Ruth loved the feeling of the powerful male's
muscles tiring between her thighs almost as much as she loved the feeling of
the source of all his manly power crushed in her small, feminine hand.

"Get off me...you bitch..." Chuck muttered between gasps.

"Make me, big guy," Ruth said as she smiled down on him.�

Ruth finally pulled her hand away from Chuck's crotch and instead slid it
inside his briefs. Her fingers curled over the muscular stud's limp, thick
dick and big, hairy nuts.

Chuck immediately started whimpering again, his body twitching in pain. But
then Ruth changed her approach. Her hand, wrapped around his dick, started
sliding back and forth, over and over, toward his stomach and then farther
down between his legs. She was pumping life into the big stud's big cock. She
could feel it swelling, getting thicker and warmer just from her simple
caresses. Ruth was always turned on by the power to change and manipulate
men's bodies.

"No...stop ... " Chuck muttered, unable to look his female opponent in the
eyes as he squirmed. He was bewildered by the combination of pain and arousal
flooding his body.

'Oh my gosh!' Carrie thought. 'She's giving him a boner!'

Carrie could feel herself getting wet between her legs. With Bud's muscular
body under her control and watching another powerfully built man under the
control of a woman, she realized she was getting incredibly aroused. Bud just
occasionally moaned, occasionally wiggling in his captor's grasp but unable to
free himself.

"See?" Ruth said to her trapped foe. "With just my hand I can bring you great
pain or great pleasure. It's your call how I will use my power over you and
your male body. Or maybe you actually like me dominating you?"

All of a sudden, with a great grunt, Chuck was able to bend his arms at the
elbows and plant both hands on Ruth's ass. With one mighty heave, he thrust
her flying past his head.

Ruth effortlessly landed on all fours and turned around to see Chuck trying to
climb to his feet. The pain in his balls had weakened his whole body. After
much grunting and wobbling, the big man finally made it all the way up before
finally ripping his shirt off, freeing his powerful arms.

But he was still in pretty bad shape - dazed, exhausted and nauseated from the
pain in his nuts. As he staggered around like a drunkard, both women couldn't
help but laugh as the man's enormous erection was bulging his white briefs out
as his jeans started to slip down his narrow hips. They weren't the small,
modern briefs his son wore. They were classic, no-nonsense tighty-whities.
Ruth had loved how her man filled them out in both the back and the front and
now her daughter could see how he REALLY filled them out in the front.

Ruth also stood up and swept her long, dark hair behind her shoulders. Carrie
had inherited her looks from her mother, who still looked vibrant and sexy.
Working for years on a farm had given Ruth a deep tan and toned body. Her
large breasts filled out her black tank top and her ample bottom and thighs
were highlighted by her snug jeans. She had recently treated herself to a new
pair of bright red cowboy boots with red leather tassels dangling around the
tops.

Chuck noticed Ruth standing up and panic flooded his body. He looked down at
his open pants and straining briefs and then over to Ruth, calculating how
quickly he could cover himself back up without giving her time to attack. His
hands flew to his belt which, unfortunately for him, was all the time Ruth
needed.

Ruth took a few quick, wide steps and flung her leg up, her brand new, bright
red cowboy boot striking Chuck directly between his massive pecs. Chuck
grunted and staggered back a few steps, bringing his guard up. He fired his
own punch at her but Ruth saw it coming. She leaned back as it swung past her
face and then quickly slammed her boot into his cobblestone abs, doubling him
over as she knocked the wind out of him. In the next instant her other boot
flew up, crunching into Chuck's face, flinging his body upright as he
staggered back yet again. Once again he tried to punch her, his mighty arm
swinging around in an arc across his chest.

The big man was too dazed to react quickly enough when Ruth ducked under his
swing and maneuvered behind him, grabbing the waist of his jeans. With one
hard yank, she pulled them to his knees, staring right at his muscular butt
that strained the fabric of his briefs.

"Whoa," Carrie said, impressed by the big man's impressive ass.

And with one more yank from Ruth, Chuck's jeans were at his ankles. Before the
big oaf could bend over to grab them, Ruth stood up and hauled the pants
towards her, pulling Chuck off his feet as his big body crashed onto the floor
face first. Once again he had the wind knocked out of him and winced as his
massive cock was smashed into the hard wood floor.

Ruth quickly pulled Chuck's cowboy boots and socks off. With a final tug, Ruth
slipped Chuck's jeans off his ankles, letting his legs land on the floor. She
walked over to his head, grabbed one arm and pulled it across his back,
forcing the groaning man to twist with it until he flopped over onto his
back.�

He was spread eagle with bruises on his chest and abs. And yet both women were
thrilled to see that his erection had not waned one bit. His cock had been
facing downward when Ruth had brought it to life earlier, so now it was as
swollen as possible but still bent painfully down, trapped in its cotton
pouch, creating a large bulge between his legs that seemed to defy gravity.

Ogling Chuck's massive manhood reminded Carrie that her studly male opponent
was packing his own impressive package. She finally released him, letting him
fall face first to the floor with a loud thud. He was softly groaning in pain,
dazed and drained of his male strength.

She grabbed his thick dark hair with one hand and the waistband of his briefs
with the other. She yanked upward as Bud squealed from the shock and pain at
both points, feeling the burn between his asscheeks from the wedgie and from
his already sore balls getting squeezed even tighter in the fabric. Carrie
first got Bud onto his hands and knees.

"Up you go, loverboy," she said as another yank got him up all the way up on
his feet.

She let go and faced her opponent so she could admire her handiwork so far.
Big, tall, muscular Bud was wavering on his feet, completely dazed, his face
bruised and puffy from the kick and his thick, veiny arms hanging lifelessly
at his sides.

"Well, big guy, I think it's time we had a look at-"

Surprisingly, Bud had a little fight left in him yet and there was no way she
was going to get her hands on his dick again. Since he couldn't use his arms,
he had no other choice but lash out with one of his muscular legs, hoping one
solid kick would be enough to knock the girl on her ass.

Unfortunately, things didn't go his way. Carrie saw his kick coming a mile
away and easily caught it between her arm and hip. She couldn't help but laugh
as Bud's eyes went wide, totally surprised at how easily she trapped him. His
body started swinging around as he tried to maintain his balance.

Carrie took her sweet time as she adjusted her grip on his shin, pulling it up
higher into her armpit and then firing three hard, fierce punches into Bud's
inner thigh. Bud howled as he tried to grab his thigh and Carrie let his leg
go. Bud doubled over in agony, holding his damaged thigh, trying to balance on
his other leg ...

...which gave Carrie an idea.

She ran around Bud as he was bent over, grabbed his shoulders and jumped on
his back, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Yee-haw!" she yelled as she waived one hand around in the air. She wrapped
the other hand around his neck, knowing he wouldn't be able to dislodge it.

Bud started running around and swinging his torso, trying to get this awful,
obnoxious girl off of him. His arms weren't cooperating so he couldn't pull
her legs off of him. Carrie's boots dug into his crotch, pressing his balls
painfully into his body. The more he ran around, the more her boots bounced
into his balls over and over.�

Carrie was laughing and hooting and hollering as she played with the
powerfully muscled hunk.

But she was also wearing him down even more. Bud wasn't smart enough to stay
still and conserve his energy, or to even think of falling backward and
flattening her. Plus Carrie's choke hold around his neck made breathing more
and more difficult. It wasn't long before he was panting and slowing down.

Ruth had planted herself between Chuck's spread thighs and wrapped both hands
around the protruding bulge of his briefs, squeezing his painfully hard dick
and tender balls between her palms and fingers, kneading them like bread.

"Ready to be nicer to me?" Ruth asked.

Chuck just groaned, his depleted body twitching with effort to get up or fight
back but unable to do either.

"Remember, I can either cause you pleasure...or pain ... " Ruth said as she
started squeezing even harder.

Just as Chuck's groans threatened to turn into an all-out scream of pain, Ruth
was distracted by her daughter's hoots and hollers while riding Bud like a
horse.

"Well, that looks like fun!" Ruth said to Chuck with a chuckle. She got up,
walked over and grabbed Chuck's thick, wavy dark hair. She pulled up, finally
getting a groaning Chuck up onto unsteady feet.

Before the dazed brute of a man could even figure out what was happening, he
felt Ruth jump onto his back, wrap her sturdy thighs around his solid waist,
plant her boots in his crotch and wrap her arms around his neck.

"Yee-haw!" Ruth exclaimed.

Carrie looked over and saw her Mom mounting her stud just like she had. "Yeah,
Mom! Woo-hoo!"

As the towering, sweaty male hunks fumbled around on shaky legs, the woman
swung their hands over their heads, yelling and guffawing with giddiness. This
was the most fun they had in ages.

It wasn't until Bud started tumbling backward towards a wall that Carrie
realized he was about to completely pass out from a lack of oxygen. She hopped
off and slid out of the way at the last minute, letting her male opponent
crash into the wall.

Realizing he was completely exhausted and unable to defend himself, Carrie
planted her hands on his massive, heaving pecs and looked into his dazed eyes.

"I think it's finally time, don't you, Bud?" she asked, looking up into the
male's sad, dazed eyes. She roughly groped his pecs and twisted his nipples,
causing him to wince. But that wasn't the only reaction she was getting out of
him. As her hands roamed over his shoulders, back down his pecs, caressing the
deep grooves of his chiseled abs and then back behind him, cupping his bare,
perky asscheeks, she could feel the front of his briefs swelling against her
stomach.

"No...please...stop ... " Bud muttered.

"Stop what, Bud? Stop this?" Carrie asked with mock innocence as her fingers
slid over the long, thick shaft that was throbbing against the fabric of his
underwear. Bud's head rolled around, his panting now from both exhaustion and
arousal, as Carrie started to slowly peel his briefs down.

"Yeah...don't ... " Bud could barely whisper.

"Why don't you make me, big guy?" she asked again. She giggled as he was
barely able to twist his torso, trying to swing one of his dead arms over to
her hands. She just kept pulling his briefs down, her knuckles dragging along
the thick, long shaft of his rock-hard cock.

Finally, she pulled it far enough that his cock sprang out, bobbing up and
down as it pointed right at her, pulsating with masculine virility. With one
last yank Bud's briefs fell to his ankles.

"Oh my!" Carrie said, her eyes lighting up with delight. "What do we have
here?" She ran her fingertips along the length of his shaft, causing Bud's
muscles to tense up. "You're as big as all the girls say you are, you big
stud."

Ruth had watched her daughter expertly manhandle her outmatched hunk and
wanted in on the action. She hopped off of Chuck, walked in front of him and
planted her hands on his two thick, beefy pecs. She shoved him backward until
he slammed against the wall. Chuck just groaned, still dizzy. His massive
thighs were quivering with the effort of keeping him up. As much as she wanted
to fondle her hunky boyfriend the way Carrie was playing with Bud, she wanted
to try something new.

"Honey?" Ruth called out to Carrie.

"Yeah, Mom?" Carrie said, one hand stroking Bud's big fat dick, one cupping
his big fat balls.

"Wanna switch?"

Carrie looked over and saw a mischievous twinkle in her Mom's eye. She then
looked at Chuck, the prime specimen of grade A beef that he was, and loved the
idea. "Sure!"

Realizing Bud looked like he was about to fall over if she let go of him,
Carrie quickly grabbed a pitchfork sticking out of a bale of hay next to them.
She aimed it right at Bud's crotch. His sleepy eyes widened.

"What...no ... " he whimpered.

"Don't worry!" Carrie said as she plunged the pitchfork between his legs. She
just barely missed his balls and legs as the force of her strength jammed the
pitchfork into the wall, making it stick straight out. Bud's body just barely
slid down until his thighs were supported by the pitchfork and his heavy,
laden balls drooped between the tines. "I have excellent aim," Carrie said.
She gave his balls a quick squeeze. "Gonna go feel up your dad, big guy."

Carrie skipped over to her Mom, replacing Ruth in position in front of Chuck.
Carrie's face was just inches away from the two big hairy slabs of Chuck's
pecs that she was cupping. She inhaled his musky male pheromones and felt
herself getting wetter. She had been with some good looking guys her age, but
never with a handsome, well-built older man like Chuck. Whenever he worked out
shirtless or paraded around the house in his tighty-whities, she'd feel
tingling in her loins. She relished the opportunity now to enjoy the beef
buffet right in front of her as her hands started to explore the older man's
powerful, rock-hard body, running through his chest hair and groping every
nook and cranny of his body.

For his part, Chuck had often pictured himself with Carrie as he fucked her
Mom, but he never thought it would be under circumstances like this. He was so
confused.

Ruth strode over to Bud, eager to play with the younger stud. She giggled at
the setup Carrie had created with the pitchfork. Bud looked rode hard and put
away wet, his towering body sagging on the pitchfork which forced his massive
thighs apart, his heavy balls swinging and his enormous erection curving up,
throbbing with hormonal urgency.�

Ruth reached out and tweaked his nipples, causing the young man to groan and
flinch. She knew most men didn't want to admit that their nipples were
sensitive so she was making sure he knew she knew how to control his body. She
then started exploring every nook and cranny of his body, in awe of the young
Adonis' beautifully sculpted physique. It wasn't long before one hand slid up
his cock from base to tip and back again, reveling in its hardness and warmth.

"Wow, you really are your father's son, aren't you?" Ruth asked as she admired
the big man's man meat. She felt her nipples harden as she got wet between her
legs. "Now I see why all the girls are always fighting to get inside those
tight jeans of yours."

"I think it's time for you, too," Carrie said as her fingertips caressed
Chuck's crotch. She was even more aroused than her mother, having now wrapped
her hands around two handsome hunks. "You've been teasing me long enough with
this massive bulge in your briefs." The big man whimpered, his erection still
painfully bent in his underwear. He was desperate for relief. "But are you as
big as your son? He's got a pretty big one over there."

Running out of patience, Carrie didn't drag out this stud's de-briefing. She
grabbed the material at either side of his hips and yanked his undies down to
his ankles. His thick, throbbing cock practically slapped her face.

"Damn!" Carrie said, admiring Chuck's bouncing cock. "No wonder you're with
him, Mom!"

"I know," Ruth said as she stroked Bud's massive member with one hand and
rolled his balls around with the other. Bud groaned as she pulled his cock
upwards and his balls downward, knowing the pitchfork was in the way. "Bud's
got quite a handful, too."

"Like father, like son, I guess!" Carrie laughed. The women were enjoying
themselves, thinking of all the ways they wanted to use the massive cocks they
held for their sexual pleasure.

"Dad ... " Bud finally grunted. "Do something ... "

Both women looked at the pathetic young man begging his father to protect him,
then looked over at Chuck.

"Let...my son...go ... " Chuck mumbled, trying to sound tough.

"You can't be serious," Carrie said. She stopped stroking Chuck's cock and was
now just squeezing it, as well as his balls. "You still haven't learned
anything?" Chuck's face scrunched up in pain as he started groaning from
Carrie's tight grip. He always thought of his large cock and balls as powerful
symbols of his virile masculinity. He couldn't believe just a woman's fingers
could reveal how weak they really were.

Carrie was thinking the same thing and it made her feel incredibly powerful.
Here she had this older, Herculean male, who had been working out for decades,
under her control. Just by using her fingers against the manliest parts of his
body, she was able to render all his muscles useless.

"Stop...hurting...my dad!" Bud pleaded.

"Gosh, Mom," Carrie said with exaggerated concern. "Seems like these guys
still haven't learned their lesson."

"Guess not," Ruth said with a sigh. She grabbed the pitchfork and yanked it
out of the wall, throwing it aside. Before Bud could collapse, she palmed both
his massive pecs and pressed him against the wall. Then with one hand, Ruth
pressed Bud's cock up against his belly. With her other hand, she reached up
and pressed Bud's head to the side so he was looking at his father.

Carrie followed her Mom's example, holding Chuck's dick up while making him
look at his son. Bud looked ready to cry, seeing his big powerful father, his
role model for being a man, so broken and easily controlled by a smaller
woman.

"Remember, you brought this pain on your son because of your stupid attitude,"
Carrie cooed in Chuck's ear.

"And your dad is going to feel the worst pain in his life because of yours,"
Ruth said to Bud.

And with that, both women swung a leg back and then forward, slamming their
knees into the men's dangling balls with such force that both men couldn't
even scream as they felt their testicles get smashed up into their own
bodies.�

As pain overwhelmed his body, Chuck was heartbroken to see his tall, strapping
progeny, a true specimen of male strength that he had created, so easily
beaten by a smaller woman. And as Bud's body started to collapse, he was
crushed to see his all-powerful father, whom he had always thought of as
invincible, so easily rendered impotent by a younger, smaller woman. Their
worlds were turning upside down and their fragile male egos resisted
acknowledging it.

They both fell forward, their heads pressed onto their female opponents'
shoulders. The women stepped back, letting the men collapse to the ground,
curled up in balls and rocking back and forth while cupping their aching
manhood. Their large, once-hard muscles now seemed soft and weak, their bodies
wanting to simply give up and drift into unconsciousness.

"Fuck...you ... " Chuck was barely able to grunt out.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Really, Chuck? Still?" Ruth complained. "Carrie, let's
get him up. I think Bud here will be fine for a while."

"Sure, Mom," Carrie said.�

Ruth motioned for Carrie to help her grab Chuck under his armpits and pull him
first up to his knees, then onto his feet. Each woman held an arm out to
either side of his body and, with his legs spread for balance, he looked like
a starfish on steroids. His legs buckled with effort as the pain in his balls
still radiated through his body. His cock, while not completely hard anymore,
hadn't completely softened yet either. It flopped around as Chuck was pulled
upright.

Too impatient for any more chit chat, Ruth slammed her boot into Chuck's
stomach.

"Oof!" Chuck grunted as his body doubled over, but neither woman let go,
keeping him up. Carrie then lashed out with her boot against his lower back.

"Argh!" Chuck cried out, his hips now thrust forward, his cock flopping up and
slapping against his belly as his balls swung to and fro.

And they continued like that, taking turns slamming their cowboy boots into
his body. They weren't picky, they just wanted to get through to him as fast
as possible that they were the ones now in control. So their boots slammed
into his pecs, his abs, his back, his ass, his balls, the front and back of
his thighs...basically, everywhere they could reach with their feet. Red
splotches and purple bruises formed all over his body.

Chuck just kept grunting and howling out in pain, his body thrashing around
from each blow as his tenderized muscles laid slack against his body,
completely failing him.

Finally, his legs just gave out and Chuck sank to his knees. His massive,
bruised body was panting, trying to gasp in as much oxygen as possible.

"And just in case you even think of insulting us again ... " Ruth said as she
twisted Chuck's arm around and down. Chuck howled out in pain. Carrie repeated
it on the other side. Chuck was now bent over, the women pulling his arms back
up behind him. It felt as if his shoulders were on fire as the pain shot
through his arms and chest like lightning bolts.

"Aargh! I give! I give!" Chuck howled out. "You win!"

"Are you going to threaten my daughter again?"

"NO! NO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"

"Who's stronger? Men or women?" Ruth asked, looking bored.

"WOMEN!" Chuck screamed.

"And will you do whatever we say from now on?"

"YES! WHATEVER YOU WANT! PLEASE LET ME GO!"

"Finally," Ruth said with a sigh, dropping his arm. Carrie did the same. Chuck
pitched forward, crashing on his face, his arms laying lifelessly by his side
as the big man tried to choke back tears.

"Took him long enough," Carrie said, kicking his ribs.

"Aw, honey, look," Ruth said, looking over at Bud.

Carrie followed her Mom's gaze. There, on the floor, was Bud. He was on his
stomach, trying to drag his body out of the barn. They could hear him
whimpering as his deadened arms could barely work.

Even more amusing to them was the fact that somehow, while watching the two
women kick some sense into his father, Bud must have gotten hard again.
Because between his legs, as he dragged himself, his erection was dragging
behind him, aimed at his feet. His two plump balls were stretched in his
scrotum, hanging on either side of the base of his shaft.

Carrie and Ruth looked at each other, giggling.

"I'll take care of this," Carrie said. She slowly walked behind the pathetic
hunk.

"Oh, Buuuuud," she sang out. "Where ya going, Bud?"

Bud just whimpered as his naked body scraped against the wooden slats of the
floor.

"Sorry, didn't quite get that," Carrie joked. Easily catching up to him just
as his body reached the barn opening, Carrie gently laid one cowboy boot on
top of Bud's swollen member.

Bud froze. His whole body tensed up. His beefy buttcheeks, jiggling with his
efforts just moments ago, now clenched into two tight domes of muscle. He
tried to close his legs to no avail as her boot was in the way.

Bud laid his head down on the floor and started to cry.

"Please ... " he finally muttered.

"Please what?" Carrie asked with exaggerated innocence.

"Please...get off my dick ... " Bud pleaded.

"Are you sure you want me to? Because it's still hard, you know." Carrie
started to just barely lean on her dick-crushing boot, applying a touch more
pressure.

"Aaaargh! Yes! Please! Please get off it!" Bud hollered.

"Only if you say what your dad said," Carrie teased.

Bud's mind started racing, trying to remember. "Uh, you win! You're better!
You're smarter! Women are smarter and better! I'll do anything! Whatever you
say!"

"Are you going to grab my tits again?"

"NO! NO! I'M SORRY! JUST PLEASE GET OFF MY DICK!"

"It's 'my big fat dick,'" Carrie corrected.

Bud whimpered. When would his torture end? He took a deep breath, then
bellowed out: "PLEASE GET OFF MY BIG FAT DICK!"

Carrie thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Good enough." She removed her
boot from in-between Bud's thighs. His whole body relaxed, but only slightly.

"Honey, you know what time it is?" Ruth asked.

Carrie turned back to her mom. Chuck was laying on his back, his massive pecs
heaving, his limbs splayed out.

"No, Mom. What?" Carrie asked.

"I think it's time for a milking," Ruth said with a smirk on her face.

Carrie's eyes lit up. "Yes! Definitely time for a milking!"

Both women knew exactly what that meant. Carrie bent down and grabbed Bud's
enormous erection. She started pulling it up between his legs. He howled in
pain yet had no choice but to follow, eventually getting up on his feet but
bent over, trying to relieve the pressure of his dick bent back at an
unnatural angle.

Carrie led him backwards by the dick over to where they milk their cows.

Ruth bent down and grabbed Chuck's hair. She pulled him along with him on his
hands and knees, his arms barely able to support him. She pulled him around
until he was next to his son, both on hands and knees, facing the same
direction.

The women each pulled up a small stool on either side of their captured prey
so they could face each other as they worked. They both felt like they were
getting back to the old-fashioned manual way of milking like their ancestors
used instead of the modern machines they relied on now. They both reached down
and grabbed ahold of their man's member. Bud was hard, Chuck was not after the
severe beating and arm wrenching he had just received.

"Gosh, Mom, big ol' Chuck there isn't hard. Isn't that going to be a problem?"
Carrie asked.

"Nah. This guy practically has testosterone pumping through his veins instead
of blood. He gets hard over any little touch," Ruth said, patting his rump
possessively. And she was right. With moments of her pulling on his dick, it
started to swell in her hand. It didn't take long before he was rock hard once
again.

Carrie was also pumping Bud's dick but found that, because his balls were
hanging down right by his shaft, they kept getting in the way whenever her
hand slid back up to the base.

"Yeah, same with Chuck here," Ruth said, getting up. "I've got just the
solution."

Ruth found some rope and walked up behind Chuck between his legs. She reached
between his massive thighs, grabbed his balls and hauled them back and up
toward his ass. He yelped and spasmed but Ruth maintained her grip. She pulled
his balls as far as they would go, stretching out his scrotum until there was
enough room to wrap the rope around the base and tie it. She tied the other
end to a hook on the wall behind him. Now the rope was holding his balls
between his legs, keeping them out of the way and keeping the big stud in his
place.

She repeated the procedure with Bud. Both men were in shock. They could not
comprehend how they had ended up like this. Today had started like any other
and now they were severely beaten, stripped naked, strung up by their balls
and about to be milked against their will. Their male minds just would not
accept that two smaller women had somehow outmatched and outsmarted them.

"Thanks, Mom!" Carrie cheered. "I learn so much from you."

Ruth took her place back on her stool. "And now we can use both hands. Both
these dicks are two-handers. It'll help the process go faster."

"Good idea," Carrie agreed. And the women got to work, pumping the men's cocks
with both hands. They would twist and rotate their hands, spiraling them up
and down the shafts, coiling a finger under the edge of the sensitive
dickheads, causing the men to yelp or moan. Their muscular bodies were
quivering with both arousal and the effort to keep themselves upright.

While both women loved the feeling of the large, warm cocks in their hands,
they didn't expect the men to last as long as they did.�

"Their bodies must be so wracked with pain that they don't know what to do,"
Carrie guessed.

"Well, there's always one tried-and-true method for helping a fella along,"
Ruth said.

"What is it?" Carrie asked, confused.

Ruth stuck her finger in her mouth and pulled it out to wet it. Then she
placed it at Chuck's tight, hairy little asshole and started pressing it in.
Chuck immediately clenched while grunting in defiance.

"Oh, don't act like my fingers haven't been in there before," Ruth scolded her
captive. Chuck had no choice but to relax and let her violate him.

Carrie's eyes lit up. "That's brilliant, Mom!" She repeated the procedure with
Bud's smoother asshole. Bud also clenched up as soon as he felt an intruder by
his exit hole but Carrie pressed on, determined. Bud finally had no choice but
to relent, and Carrie pressed in until two knuckles deep. It was then that her
fingertip felt something small and round. Bud immediately gasped and his dick
somehow got even bigger and harder.

"That's it," Ruth said, observing the young hunk's reaction. "You hit the
jackpot. Just stimulate his prostate and he'll be giving up his man juice in
no time."

"'Man juice'? Gross, Mom!" Carrie laughed.

"Fine, what do you want me to say? 'He'll be depositing his ejaculate
shortly'?"

"Oh my god, just stop," Carrie chuckled again.

But Ruth wasn't wrong. It didn't take long for Carrie to keep pumping Bud's
hard, swollen dick and fingerbang his tight ass before his breathing got even
faster and heavier. She knew what that meant. She slid one boot directly under
his dick. As Bud emitted a low, guttural groan, his dick started pumping out
glob after glob of thick white spunk. Carrie aimed his dick carefully,
intentionally getting all of it on her boot. She kept pumping and pumping,
squeezing her hand from the base of his dick to the tip and back again, until
she was sure she had milked every last drop out of the panting muscular male.

Bud was coated in sweat and his shaky arms were about to give out. He lowered
onto his forearms, his forehead resting on his wrists with his ass still up in
the air due to the rope around his balls.

"Aw, poor thing. Is this widdle boy tired?" Carrie asked Bud in a baby voice
while she gently stroked his flank. His body shuddered at her touch.

Meanwhile, Ruth was getting frustrated with Chuck. "You can choose to end this
humiliation now. It's up to you," she said sternly. Chuck hung his head
between his powerful shoulders. He looked back and saw Ruth's hand expertly
working his cock better than she or any woman had ever worked it before. He
had to close his eyes, trying to block out the reality of his situation.

Ruth just squeezed his cock harder and inserted two more fingers into his ass.
Chuck emitted a loud, resonant bellow of pleasure. "Give it," she snapped, as
if giving orders to a dog. Chuck started breathing heavier but she could still
sense that he was resisting. "Give iiiiiiit!" she called out even louder, one
hand working his ass, the other twisting roughly around his dickhead, causing
his whole body to spasm.

Finally, Chuck's breathing changed from fast panting to deep, long gasps. She
knew she had finally conquered his body. She also slid her foot under his dick
right before it started spurting out long white jets of cum all over her boot.
Chuck was yelping and grunting as his whole body flexed and shuddered. Ruth
kept pumping and poking - in yet another level of shame for the big man, Ruth
was somehow extracting more cum from his big balls than anyone ever had
before, including himself. He felt like it would never end. Every time her
grip reached the tip, she squeezed out more...and then more.

Until, eventually, there was nothing left. Spent and exhausted, Chuck also
collapsed to his forearms, his beefy ass still at a jaunty upward angle due to
his tied-up balls.�

"Finally. Jesus," Ruth muttered to herself, wiping her hand on Chuck's side.

Both men felt completely emptied and empty. Their muscles were slack and limp,
their dicks now finally softening, the brains shutting down. They barely
noticed the footsteps on the floor until there were two pairs of boots tapping
impatiently right in front of them.

Both men slowly picked up their heads. There, inches from their faces, was a
boot. A cum-covered boot. They could smell the pungent funk as the thick
puddles slowly dripped down the sides.

"No ... " Chuck muttered to himself as he looked up...to see Carrie standing
in front of him, her boot right by his face. He looked over - Ruth was
standing in front of Bud.

"No ... " Chuck said louder, forgetting himself. He pulled himself up onto his
hands.

Bud, sensing something was wrong, also looked up to see the two women had
switched partners.

'Fuck,' he whispered to himself.

"Come on, let's go," Carrie said curtly, tapping the toe of her boot
impatiently.

Chuck hung his head again, shaking it back and forth in disbelief.

"It's too much," he muttered. "I can't...it's too much ... "

"We won't untie your balls until you eat your son's cum and he eats yours. How
many nights do you want to sleep like this?" Ruth asked.

Chuck was holding back sobs. Bud was almost frozen with paralysis. The women
had utterly conquered these powerfully built men.

"Let's. Go." Carrie was getting impatient. "We have other things to do.
Remember what you said? That you'd do anything we want? Well, we want you to
do this. The sooner you do it, the sooner you get it over with."

Bud wanted to look at his dad for some sign that they could resist, but he
couldn't bear to see his dad crying. He had hit his lowest point. His
powerful, male body had failed him and now so had his father, whom he always
thought of as invincible. There was nothing left to do, nowhere left to turn,
no more options. So, trying not to gag, he slowly lowered his head, closed his
eyes, and started licking Ruth's boot.

He immediately scrunched up his face as he swallowed his first mouthful of the
thick, salty slime, but he thought of what Carrie said and wanted to get this
over with. So he continued eating his father's cum. And there was a lot of it.

"Good boy," Ruth said.

Chuck looked over to see his handsome, muscular young son lapping up his own
cum off his girlfriend's boot. He thought he might throw up. He felt like a
failure of a father.

"Your turn," Carrie said, wagging her boot in Chuck's face.

Not wanting to abandon Bud, Chuck decided to man up and eat his son's cum.
Once he started, the two women smiled at each other. They knew. They knew,
now, they had truly won. They had broken these men like so many horses before
them. They would now be able to use their powerful male bodies for whatever
they wanted - labor, sex, anything.

Once they made sure both men licked up every last drop until their boots were
shiny clean, the women finally untied the men's balls. Both men sighed in
relief, lowering their butts to their heels. Both sets of balls were so
stretched out from the rope that they dragged on the floor.

"Not so fast," Ruth said. "On all fours, boys."

The men groaned but both knew better than to resist. There was no point. The
women ruled the roost. So they got back up on all fours.

Ruth sat on Chuck's back and Carrie on Bud's.

"To the house," Ruth ordered. Both men started to crawl out of the barn on
weak, shaky arms, the women's bodies making it even more difficult to stay up
than before.

Ruth and Carrie beamed at each other.

"I'm so proud of you," Ruth said.

"Thanks," Carrie said. "I'm proud of you, too."

"Love your new boots, by the way," Carrie said, admiring them.

"Thanks, hun!" Ruth said, extending her legs out to either side in front of
her to admire her shiny red boots. "I think I earned myself a new pair. Wait!
Stop!"

Both men stopped, frozen.

"What is it, Mom?" Carrie asked, concerned.�

Ruth hopped off of Chuck and ran back to grab his cowboy hat. She then ran
over and grabbed Bud's off the floor as well. She sat back down on Chuck and
handed Bud's hat to Carrie. The women put them on, claiming the symbols of
masculinity as their own.

"Carry on," Ruth said, kicking Chuck's flank.

The men's hands and knees scraped along the wood-slatted floor until they
reached the grass and continued on toward their house, the funk and shade of
the barn giving way to sunshine and fresh air. Both women loved the feeling of
the men's back muscles shifting between their thighs. They knew they weren't
done using their handsome, hunky slaves for their sexual pleasure, only soon
it would be the men pleasuring them.

They slowly made their way through the fresh grass as the sun was setting in
the horizon, painting the sky with bold strokes of orange and pink. The
crickets were starting their summer night symphony of buzzing. A light breeze
stirred the women's hair.

Both women sighed with contentment.

Everything was exactly as nature intended.