Monday, October 21, 2019

Snapshot: The cowboy

GayHoopla model Colt McClaire
This is the 17th part of a loose series of short stories inspired by pictures that I found on the web. They don't necessarily feature any of the regular characters. If you have an inspiring picture let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (

Previous episodes:
The loser
The farmer's sons
The intern
The boyfriend
The package
The nutcracker
The candidate
The training
The weightlifter
The rival
The porn star
The trick 
The winner
The coach
The skaters
The torturer's apprentice

"Like this?" Colt asked, his signature mix of ignorance and cockiness on his face.

Colt was naked, wearing nothing but his cowboy hat and his belt. Behind the belt buckle his hard dick was pressed against his stomach. Colt was always horny and always hard, that's why he had been chosen as the target.

"Exactly, just like that", Boss chuckled. "We don't want to hurt that pretty little dick of yours."

The rest of the guys roared with laughter.

Colt was laughing, too. He loved his pretty little dick - even though he wouldn't call it little - and he didn't want to see it hurt. "Right on, Boss", he grinned. "Go for the nuts but don't hurt the dick!"

"That's the spirit", Boss nodded, chewing on a blade of grass as he always did.

It was his duty to teach the new guys everything they needed to know, and accuracy was one of those things. In Boss's experience, target practice didn't have to be boring. With the right target it could be pretty fun.

Naturally, they weren't using real guns. Airsoft guns were just as good for practice, and Colt would soon discover that they were almost as painful as the real thing...

"I want you all to aim for the left nut", Boss grinned.

"Hear that?" Colt chuckled, putting his left foot on a chair to let his nuggets dangle between his thighs. "Left nut." He furrowed his brow. "My left or their left?"

"Your left", Boss grinned.

Colt nodded. "My left. Right. Makes sense. It's the bigger target." He looked at the ten young men who were holding the guns that would soon be fired at his manhood. "It's this one", he said, poking at the fat, meaty orb in his sack. "That's the one."

Boss took a step back. "Ready."

Colt put his thumbs into the belt.


Colt grinned.



Carter said...

Good but I wish it was longer
Rhe story's almost as short as my dick

I guess that's kind of the point but I really likes this one

Anonymous said...

I agree with Carter, this one needs some more fleshing out. How did Colt end up as the target? How much pain can he stand? What happens when he can't stand any more. The possibilities are endless.

geneflektor said...

I'm no literary critic, but this is maybe the best thing I have ever read.

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback, guys! I‘m glad you enjoyed this little story! :-))

Charn said...

I hope someone told ole Chuck they weren't using the real pistols!

Alex said...

Ouch! LOL! I hope so, too! :-))