Buck and Chicca

I first published this story in July 2015, then edited it for Medium and published it there in March 2021, and now am fine-tuning it even more for this republishing.

Enjoy!


Buck and Chicca

“Dammit, it’s hot,” Buck said and pulled his red handkerchief from his pants pocket. Only Chicca, his beautiful brown mare, heard him. As if in answer, she snorted and shrugged her head. Buck took off his hat and wiped his forehead with the handkerchief, but to no avail. Pearls of sweat instantly formed again. He wiped once more, gave it up, put his hat back on, and pushed his spurs against Chicca’s flanks to get her moving again.

Buck noticed the mirage in the distance. It looked like water, but he knew better. He would never get to the mirage, as it would forever elude him. Minutes later, though, the mirage was closer. Buck shook his head. Was the extreme heat getting to him? Or was there really water over there? Even though he had enough water still, he thought about filling up the one empty water pouch. He spurred Chicca on a bit more. The closer he got to the mirage, the more convinced he was that it was indeed water. It was also getting warmer than before.

Probably because of the water reflecting the sun in my direction, he thought.

Only meters away from the glaring light, Buck realized something was wrong. The mirage wasn’t a mirage at all, and neither was it water. It was something he had never seen before. His instinct was to steer Chicca away from it, but it was too late.

For him, not for Chicca.

The horse went in one direction and Buck in another. Something pulled at his body; pulled him closer to the light. He shielded his eyes from the flash, and wanted to cover his ears when a loud bang chilled his bones, but then… silence. A serene silence. It enveloped him like a comforting blanket. It soothed and relaxed him. Buck wanted to stay in this silence forever.

He slowly opened his eyes…

The serenity dissolved around him as he realized his precarious position. He turned his head, first to the one side, then the other. Ropes held his arms, tied to branches of the trees, away from his body. He pulled violently at the ropes but soon stopped; there’d be no way he could break them.

Not only were his hands tied. His feet too. His body was spreadeagled between the two trees. The desert was gone. How did he end up in this forest? Who tied him up like this? What did the ‘mirage’ do to him? But most important, how the hell was he going to get out of this and get back to Chicca?

Then Buck understood. This was just a dream. If he woke up, he would be back in the desert, sleeping somewhere under the stars with Chicca close-by. Obviously, the hot day was just too much and had him in a delirious state. Buck willed himself to wake up. He shook his head, wriggled with his body, pulled at the ropes. He fought hard to open his eyes, but his eyes were already open. This forest he saw was an image from his dream. He had to wake up.

“Fighting won’t help,” a woman said behind him, while simultaneously a red-hot string of pain flashed across his behind.

Buck looked down and, for what may have been the first time in his life, he blushed. He was naked. Stark naked. Again, the pain stung his bottom. Buck, still looking down, turned even redder when he noticed his cock hardening. The pain excited him.

A woman came into view. Dressed in tight black leather pants, a black top, a leather jacket with the logo of a biker club on the back, and black biker boots. She made quite the picture. In her hand, she held a black bullwhip.

“What the f…?” Buck started, but she interrupted him.

“I’ve totally had it with you, you know!” she said. Her voice was stern, but she smiled. “I just want to teach you a lesson.”

“I don’t know you,” Buck said. “You are an image from my dream.”

“Then keep on dreaming, Buck,” the woman said, “but tell me, does this feel like a dream?”

She swung the whip and curled it around his body. He felt the same pain as before.

“Ah, I see you like it.”

The woman walked towards Buck but stopped in front of him, her body not quite touching his. Except for her hand, which tightly closed around his erect cock.

Buck gasped.

“You like that, don’t you? Do you still think you’re dreaming?”

Buck nodded. He wasn’t able to speak.

“Shall I help you to wake up?”

Buck nodded again.

The woman instantly let go of his cock and Buck winced as she stepped away and raised her arm. Soon he moaned and groaned as she repeatedly whipped his buttocks and his upper legs. The whip curled around his body, sending sensations of pain and lust through him. His cock had never been this hard before, and he had never experienced this kind of pain.

“Please stop,” Buck begged.

“Stop? Have you ever listened to me when I asked you to stop?”

Buck looked at her, forgetting his pain, forgetting that he wanted her to stop.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

“Do you know me? Do you know me?” the words spat from her mouth. “You’ve hurt me so many times and you dare ask whether you know me. How many times have I begged you not to push those damn spurs against my flanks? You keep on doing it. They… Fucking… Hurt!”

The words spat from her mouth. Buck just stared; his jaw dropped down.

“Chicca?”

“Now we are getting somewhere!” she said angrily.

This dream was absurd! Buck fought against the ropes again; shook his head; shook his body. He needed to wake up. The scorching pain brought his attention back to the biker-woman.

“Pay attention. I need you to understand,” Chicca said, “You hurt me, I hurt you.”

To emphasize her words she swung the whip again, lashing out until Buck begged: “Stop, please stop, please, I won’t hurt you no more.”

Slowly and with hips swinging from one side to the other — damn, that looks hot, Buck thought — she walked toward him. Standing in front of him again, her hand closed around his erection. Chicca whispered, her mouth almost touching his: “Still dreaming, Buck?”

“I don’t know. I think so, but I don’t know.”

“A nightmare,” Chicca said and chuckled, “excuse the pun.”

Buck only grunted, enjoying the sensations as she wanked him. Chicca leaned closer and whispered in his ear: “Let’s make this a wet dream, Buck.”

Chicca crouched down and closed her lips around his shaft.

© Rebel’s Notes
Image from Pixabay


10 thoughts on “Buck and Chicca

  1. He should have been more gentle with the horse, maybe he wouldn’t have to hang between the trees.

  2. Wow…didn’t see that coming. And boy could this get kinky, as Chicca gives him a blowjob…I’m not sure who I see when that happens…the woman, or the horse. Yikes! Nice job, Marie – very unexpected turns.

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