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The valley was surrounded by miles of dusty arid wasteland, making El Rancho an Eden in a wasteland. It was a handsome ranch with low buildings of white stucco and red tile roofs, nestled in this green valley with garden like pastures and walking trails. Casey Morrison had selected the perfect secluded spot for his Gay tourist ranch. He did no advertising and the only way past the guarded gates was to be cleared through the main house as a registered guest. Casey made sure his guests had the freedom to roam naked without a care in the world. If they chose to have a romantic interlude in the grass, they had complete privacy from the outside world. When he had opened the ranch, Casey had sent invitations for a complimentary week’s stay to bartenders working in the popular leather bars around the country. It wasn’t long before word of mouth was doing his advertising. Casey Carlson was a born businessman. His method of sending invitations to the right people had secured him an excellent clientele. No matter what season--the ranch was always booked to capacity. Billy Bob was glad Casey had convinced him to come cook for him. Casey had been hustling in Chicago when he found Billy Bob working in a dinner on Rush Street. After a brief sexual interlude they had remained good friends. When Casey had earned the money for his ranch, he made the move taking Billy Bob with him. His only regret was Casey was incapable of having a lasting relationship with anyone. Billy Bob was the closest thing to a friend Casey had ever had. To look at Casey no one would guess he’d been hustling since he was a boy. Casey had the face of a choir boy with beautiful blond curls, and he stood tall and slim. His problem was he had a heart as cold and ruthless as troop camp whore. To earn his fortune Casey had gone from servicing pedophiles and salesmen to rich old men. His years of hustling had left him bitter. Billy Bob hoped that someday Casey would find someone he could love. Looking at the clock, he gave the dining room a quick visual inspection. It was almost time for the evening meal. He hurried, putting the finishing touches on what he was serving tonight. Billy Bob was most proud of his baking power biscuits, bragging they were as fine as anything served anywhere in the world. He prided himself no guests left his table hungry. When he heard the chatter of guests beginning to arrive, he slipped into his boys quarters to let them out of their cages. He loved caring for his boys keeping them all spotless and well shaven. Billy Bob played no favorites with his slaves, he fucked them all. After he finished unlocking their cages, his boys crawled out putting on sheer frilly aprons that drew even more attention to their nakedness. Scurrying to their stations they began serving the guests. Billy Bob loved they way his boys looked with their clean-shaven bodies set off by the El Rancho brand on their chests. By the time the dinner hour was over the boy’s aprons would all be tented by their hard-ons. Billy Bob was grateful Casey had taken such care training and conditioning the boys. Casey always insisted on calling the boys service people rather than slaves. It was a small difference, but his young men all had voluntarily signed papers selling themselves into bondage to Casey. Casey never questioned the fact that after rehabilitation and conditioning, his boys would do anything their new master asked of them. The boys were now perfect slaves as well as valuable commodities in the marketplace. A well trained boy with bondage papers could bring at least fifteen thousand dollars or more. Pulling at his white kitchen apron that was restricting his growing hard-on, Billy Bob was pleased with himself.. It was a Ranch rule that all employees be naked. As a result of their nakedness, all the guests took advantage of the clothing optional rule and stayed naked. Billy Bob always liked to watch as the guests filed into the dining room. He had to see if he still had the biggest cock in the state of Texas. Walking through the dining room listening to the comments about his cooking, he knew he owed a great deal to Casey. Billy Bob loved this job because Casey had giving him these boys as his personal property. The money he had made renting them to the guests for sex had made him a rich man. He knew if he had stayed in Chicago, he would have been just another black fry cook. He was proud that he had suggested their system of keeping track of the boys. Each boy had a number inside the ranch brand on his chest--the same as the employees. This made it easy for guests to rent a boy or staff member of his choice for sex or whatever. The guest simply called room service and ordered his selection by the hour or the night and the guest was billed accordingly. Occasionally, when Billy Bob was out in the dining room, one of the guests would run his hand up his apron feeling him up. He loved it when that happened. There was always some young handsome stud that wanted a big black cock up his ass and he was happy to oblige. The ranch policy was any employee or slave could be rented for sex. Leather sex was a bit more costly. The only exception was Casey. As boss man, he was unbranded and unavailable. When the dining room began clearing out, the boys began moping and wiping down tables. Content with their work, he was anxious for them to finish so he could go to the barn and watch the roundup. Locking the boys in their cages, he told them to get some rest before they were needed to service the guests. Closing the door, he could hear them bragging about who they were going to service and if they were rented by the hour or the night. The boys all dreamed they would be the next boy sold to someone and taken home as a personal slave. Billy Bob hated to lose his boys, but that was the way it was. It was hard to believe that these beautifully hung young men were once Juvenile delinquents, but the money they made from selling them had made he and Casey rich men. All this had started years ago when the ranch was starting up. When Casey purchased this ranch, he had had hopes of making it a Gay resort. He started with the main house and one large bunkhouse. The dining room was no more that a converted barn and everything was cafeteria style. Casey’s first customer was the local sheriff who wanted it for a convention. Horace Richey had been mentioned several times in negotiations. The convention was for the gay leather crowd. This was Casey’s first offer to rent the whole ranch and he realized this was going to go a long way towards launching his ranch. Horace had told Casey what he required for his men. He wanted a discreet place were they could wear their leather and have freedom to discipline their slaves. The officers began arriving and many of them had brought their slaves. Casey was delighted, saying they could use any of buildings on the ranch. Showing the Sheriff the barn, he told him he had installed the chain restraints the men had asked for, to keep their slaves immobilized. This was when the Sheriff asked if the staff would be available to service his men. Casey said the men were free to ask any of the staff for sex and that was between them and the staff. Pleased with Casey’s cooperation, Sheriff Richey suggested Casey might think about setting up part of his ranch to rehabilitate some of his young delinquents, saying they could be trained by his leather club, acting as their trainers. The Sheriff told Casey the county was experiencing a growing number of delinquents without relatives or guardians and it was costing the state lots of money just to house them. Sheriff Richey laughed saying, it would be rehabilitation and they could work on the ranch without paying them wages. Then laughing, Sheriff Richey told Casey the boys would belong to him as indentured servants and he could keep them for his use or sell their papers. Sheriff Richey said if Casey liked the idea he would expect to be made a silent partner. Casey thought it sounded like a great deal. Sheriff Richey said they would talk more later that night. Casey understood he expected sex and that was fine with him. That night they decided only the attractive young men would be suitable to send to the ranch--to be retrained to be useful to society as well as learning obedience and service. He and Casey avoided using the word slavery deciding to call the boys domestic companions. The Sheriff said since the boys were all habitual offenders and suggested branding and numbering them to facilitate their identification. When Casey questioned the branding thing the Sheriff suggested he use the old ranch brand that had been used when his Ranch had been used for cattle. It had a numbering system built into it. That night Casey took on a partner. The next day, Casey was at the Barn watching how the Masters disciplined their slaves. It seemed all so simple and their boys were well trained to welcome domination by their masters. They would restrain them, beat and torture them, and then when they took them into their arms and show a little love, the boys responded with gratitude and servitude. Then, in front of everyone, they would fuck them senseless. It seemed so simple, beat them, punish them, and then reward them for their submission with sex. They even showed Casey how to beat and torture a slave, and when he took him, he gave himself completely to him. He experienced the best sex he’d ever known. Sheriff Richey explained these boys had been conditioned to live only to please their masters. When a master tired of his slave for any reason, he sold him to another master. The slave would respond to any new master in the same way--because this was his life now. Casey was really excited about the whole plan. As a pledge of his word , Casey surrendered himself to the officers for their pleasure as his personal bond. That was when one of the officers suggested that the staff should be available to the guests for sex. That next day, Casey had posted a notice in the main lobby that stated the new ranch policy: all staff members would be available for guests’ sexual pleasure in the evening at a small additional charge. They could be rented by the hour, or all night for a special rate. That was how the staff began performing their duties naked except for hats and boots proudly displayed their manhood for the world to see. At the beginning, they had used numbers in magic marker on their backs to let the customer know who to order. Casey was pleased--this new service was an immediate success with the staff and the guests. The requests for personnel came in by the fistful. The staff was having a wild time of it with all the sex and they all loved it-- not to mention the money it was bringing in. They only change made to the policy was when one of the men suggested they be branded like the boys so they would stand out from guests. That week the whole philosophy of the camp changed. They had a roundup that night and each employee kneeled and Casey branded him. That night they became a real family. As the Sheriff had promised, that following week a van arrived with fifteen beautiful rebellious young boys--ready to be retrained. It was followed by another van with the trainers. Excited and standing there in their naked splendor, enhanced by their leathers, when the half naked men approached the boys’ van, their eyes opened in terror. Pulling the boys from the van, they were taken to the barn and stripped. Then, they shaved their heads and all their facial and body hair. Then, the boys were hung from chains like sides of beef. Reduced to their basic element and stripped of their identities, the youth’s training began. The boys were frightened now and screaming in terror. To silence them, gags were shoved into their mouths. Their Trainers then began by beating them with whips, telling them they were worthless trash. When they were reduced to whimpering, crying babies, the men slipped into rubber gloves and began swathing Crisco on their hands and arms. Then, each boy had a fistful of Crisco shoved up his ass. Casey watched in fascination as they began working fingers into their assholes, stretching them wide. Soon, they were shoving their fists up their asses and finally their arms. As the boys swayed on their chains, the officers began to brutally fist fuck them. It was like a game seeing who could ram their fist up their boy’s ass the quickest. After that, they would take a boy down, they would tie him spread eagle to a table and gang rape him from both ends. It was a free-for-all with each Master seeing who could drive his cock the deepest into the boy’s mouth or ass. When the boys finally surrendered to them, laying there in a sexual stupor, he had reached the first stage of submission. He had begun to accept everything that was happing to him. Having broken the boys of their pride, the next thing was to break them of their wills, and then teach them total submission. When the boys accepted letting the men have their way with their bodies without so much as a struggle, they then proceed to the next step. They began by forcing the boy to drink a gallon of beer. When he’d finished the beer they inserted a catheter into the piss slit of his cock and fed the other end of the catheter into a hole in his special gag. That accomplished, they would then hang him up and letting their bladders begin pumping urine into his mouth, forcing the trainee to swallow his own urine. With this done, all that was left for them to do was to use weighted tit clamps and a parachute ball stretcher with a five pound weight attached. The Trainers went from boy to boy until all fifteen boys were so equipped. The rapes and beating continued the rest of the day. Finally, the men were exhausted and called it a night. The boys never knew when or what was going to happen to them, because their trainers kept this treatment up day and night. Billy Boy had been briefed about they boys’ food requirements and at dawn, he pulled his little mobile kitchen into the barn. Stirring this pot of gruel, he began pouring the hot mixture into a long trough. As Billy Bob was pouring the gruel, the trainers began fastening collars with long chains around the boy’s necks. Lastly, they removed their gags, catheters and ball weights. Letting them down, they led them like cattle to eat. Watching the naked boys crowding around the trough on their hands and knees, fighting like animals for food was a sight to see. There wasn’t enough food for all of them and they all began trying to be the first to eat their fill. Their trainers watched them licking the trough clean and then pulled them out into the yard and hosed them down to clean them off. The boys were then taken to individual stalls and chained to overhead beams. Men from all different leather clubs began driving out to the ranch to fuck the boys. Some of the men liked to strip down and beat them, forcing them to beg for sex, others were content just to rape them. It was strange to see how the violence and rebellion drained out of the boys as they began to accept their new lives. In just three months they had been conditioned well enough that guests, who had been watching the training sessions began asking to participate in the training of the boys. They would then come down at all hours of the day and night to fuck them. Since the boys were in training, this became a perk of the ranch. That next week the “moonlight round-up” came into being. The slaves were put out to pasture and the guests, dressed in cowboy boots and hats, were given ropes and whips and turned into the corral to rope and rape the boys. There was no time limit or limit of how many boys they could rape. Casey sat on the fence watching these would be cowboys chasing and beating the young boys with whips, then hog tying and raping them. It was almost dawn when Casey called a halt to the games. Leading the boys back to their stables, he had to laugh when he heard the boys bragging about how many times they’d been fucked. Casey knew then it was time to start branding the boys. Deciding to make it an event, Casey had Billy Bob plan a cookout. As the guests watched, the boys hands were tied and they were lined up. Casey then took one of the glowing branding irons and began branding the boy’s chest. Each boy received the ranch brand and a number inside of the circle. As soon as each boy was branded, his hands were untied and he would prance around in pain, proudly showing his chest to all the guests. Somehow they felt they were the chosen ones now. Part of the ceremony was--after a slave was branded, he was given to the guests for their sexual pleasure. It wasn’t long before their pain was forgotten in the joy of sex as the boys were fucked by the willing guests. The whole evening was a grand success with both the boys and the guests. Casey was surprised when the orgy went on until sunrise. That next day the next van of boys arrived. Casey had already promoted the first batch and given them to Billy Bob to teach them how to serve in the dining room. With this promotion, the boys were told it was necessary to sign papers of bondage in return for jobs. The boys all eagerly accepted bondage. From that day on the ranch began serving guests at the tables. Their brands proved quite successful. Now, when a boy was requested to attend to a guest’s pleasures, all he had to do was remember the boy’s number. As for the boy’s feelings about the ranch brand on his chest, as one of them had said, “I’m proud to be a branded slave”. It was with the second load of boys that Casey had turned the old smoke house into their stable. That way the beatings and screamings of the boys were silenced by the thick stucco walls. This way Casey could select the boys that were ready to serve when they were sufficiently conditioned. With all the available slave labor, Casey had decided this lot of boys could make up a service and maintenance department. Things were going quite smoothly when Casey got his first offer from a guest to buy one of the boys. Telling him we could not sell a person, but we could sell his papers of bondage. Calling the young man in, he kneeled in respect and begged us to let him serve a new master. So convincing was his begging and groveling, we sold his bondage papers. When the word got around that one of our kitchen people had been sold, we almost had a riot of boys begging to replace him. Casey began thinking in terms of enlarging the lodge. With all the addition of the slave boys they were getting more requests for reservations than they could possibly fill. That dining room job became a showcase for them, and a chance for the boys to be sold to a new master. It wasn’t long after that, the ranch became a clearing house for selling the boys contracts to men wanting their own personal slave The Ranch now had a wonderful relationship with other sheriffs in the local communities and soon Casey had to enlarge the lodge again for more guests as well as training rooms for the boys. The ranch was now servicing not only the local leather crowd, but also conventions from all over the states. The Ranch had established a reputation as one of the top Gay resorts in the country. Casey was on top of the world. Other then the occasional service he gave a client, he was lonely. It was on a Friday that we expected a new load of boys when Casey met Max. I was standing there with Casey when this black van pulled through the gates and this big rugged Texan crawled out. He was absolutely breathtaking. Max came toward him and he broke into a big smile calling Casey a pretty little filly. It was strange to hear anyone call Casey little. He was over six four and I had always though of him as quite masculine. I guess next to this brute he could be called little. Introducing himself as Maximilian Richey he said everyone called him Max. Telling Casey that Horace was his Daddy and he would be making the trips down here for his Daddy. Casey seemed mesmerized by this man, and followed along beside him, he led the boys into the stable. As Max began stripping the boys, he was distracted by their bellowing about their rights. Silencing the boys with gags, Max began stringing them up. When he had them all silenced and hung up, ready for their shaving and sheering, he said he wanted to get into something more comfortable. Max began undressing then, and all eyes were on his beautiful body. He was as close to being a bull as a man could get. His chest was enormous and his hairy body was almost beyond description. Casey seemed mesmerized by his huge cock that hung between his legs. When he was in his leathers, he walked over to Casey holding out a collar and showing him, said his daddy promised him that he could have him as his slave. Hearing this Billy Bob was ready to come to Casey’s aid, but when Casey kneeled before Max and allowed him to fasten the collar on, Billy Bob knew this was something Casey wanted to do. Casey knew the drill well because he had set up the training program, but he never imagined he would ever become any man’s slave. Max stood there over Casey bringing his whip down on his back again and again and the more brutal Max was, the more sexually excited Casey seemed to become Billy Bob couldn’t believe Casey would let any man do this to him. Kneeling in total submission, Max had him groveling on his knees. He then pulled his face up and rammed his cock down Casey’s throat. All eyes in the room were watching the mighty Casey’s brutal rape. Max kept Casey on his knees sucking him off as the trainers began coming in. They were dressed for action and he told them it was time to begin training the recruits. Pulling Casey up to his feet, then and pushing one of the gags into his mouth, he told the boys this one was going to be his personal slave and would be the first to be shaved. Billy Bob stood there and watching as they removed Casey’s hair, his eyelashes and body hair and he was accepting it all in docile submission. All that day and the next night they had strung Casey up with the other boys fisting him right along with them. It wasn’t long before Casey seemed to loosing all feeling of ownership of his body. Closing his eyes as a fist was rammed into his ass his body would simply surrender completely to the will of the trainer as he fucked him with his arm. When his trainer would pull his arm from Casey he would whimper as if begging for more. It was like he wanted to be a slave. When Max and the trainers began raping the boys, Casey knew better than to resist. He also knew when they’d finished fucking them they would be drinking the beer next and as the catheter was slid into his cock he was ready for it. Casey knew from the way he’d set up the training program, struggling was futile. He was becoming a slave and he accepted it. It was days later when Billy Bob came back to check on Casey. Coming over to him, he told him he was going to be very happy as Max’s slave. Billy Bob could see even at the though of Max as his Master Casey’s cock would throb and swell. Smiling and closing the door as Billy Bob left knowing Casey was now happy. They boys training went on for three months and Casey had now surrendered all pretenses of ambition or self worth. His only desire now became his need to serve his master. Max had put Casey through the whole training program that Casey had designed for the boys. Max knew at the end of Casey’s training he would be completely obedient to his orders and commands--he would belong to him. When Max finally took Casey down, he readily accepted his new life and that he was Max’s property to do with as he saw fit. Casey kneeled before Max as he placed his collar of ownership on him. Attaching a leash he then led Casey showing off his new slave. Telling the men then he wanted to show his new slave off to his daddy, he allowed Casey to sit on the floor of the passenger side of his van.. When they arrived at the Bar Z ranch Max parked. Max then led Casey to the house and Sheriff Horace Richey stepped out to greet them. Chuckling when he saw his son lead Casey naked and on a leash, his hair now fully grown out and bleached white by the Texas sun, he told Max Casey made one damn handsome slave. Casey obediently followed Max into the house and to the den. Pushing a sheath of papers toward Casey, he ordered him to sign his bondage papers. Kneeling at Max’s feet and taking the pen, Casey began signing his name to all the papers, surrendering his share of the ranch to Max and bonding his body to his Master. Max then pulled Casey over, saying he was going to fuck the hell out of him as his daddy watched to show what a good slave he was. Surrendering himself to Max’s every desire, when the Sheriff became aroused Max told Casey to service him. Without question Casey crawled over taking his cock into his mouth begging him to fuck him. Turning his ass to Casey and bending over Casey than began fucking his ass with his tongue. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to please his Master. It was sunset when Max finally pulled into the ranch. Getting out, he quickly shed his jeans and shirt putting on his leathers and boots. As the new Ranch Master, he had to hurry to the brandings. Leading Casey to the center of the ring with the other new slaves he said Casey had to be branded like all the slaves. All the Employees and guests let out a cheer. They had been waiting for Casey’s branding as the highpoint of the evening. Max took Casey’s leash leading him to the fire. Picking up an iron and telling Casey this was his mark, he was his property now. Kneeling as the brand burned into Casey, he swore his allegiance to his master. Turning the rest of brandings over to another ranch hand. Max then told Casey to show him how much he loved him. Max’s huge cock stood proudly as Casey fell to his knees telling him how much he needed him. As they watched, Casey surrendered his body to Max. After raping him, he then led Casey over to the guests as the final step in the ceremony had yet to be completed. Max then gave Casey to all the guests and hands who wanted to fuck him. Between the guests and the employees Casey was on his hands and knees all night servicing them. As the sun came up the ceremony was over. Max took his slave back to the lodge. Comments Welcome Harveynate@AOL.com