"Three, two, one it's roundup time!" Clark shouted.

11-year-old Clark turned around and opened his eyes. He wore a fake cowboy hat and vest. He also had a fake gun at his hip and a very real rope. The getup was not his idea. You never had a cowboys and Indians phase unlike Davon who was currently knee-deep in it. He could hear the six-year-old's laughter coming from the hallway. He wasn't very good at hiding.

Clark's mother looked after Davon until his mother from work usually an hour or two after school. Of course, Clark's mother actually worked from home which meant she was only theoretically available to look after Davon. Basically as long as Clark and Davon stayed upstairs, Clark's mom left them alone. There had never been any trouble between the two boys so the arrangement worked out for everyone.

Clark stepped into the guest bedroom and looked around. There were few enough spots to hide upstairs and after he checked behind the door, Clark knew the boy was trapped. Kneeling down he saw that no one was under the bed which meant the closet was the only option left. Preparing the rope he walked to the two doors and pulled them open simultaneously. With the squeal Davon try to run out of the closet, but the rope landed around him.

If the younger boy wanted to, he could have escaped, but the boy enjoyed getting caught. Dressed in a makeshift loincloth made of some string and two washcloths, he was otherwise naked. With skin black as night, the two made an interesting contrast. Clark's skin was pale made worse by winter. The rope was wrapped around the younger boy's naked chest several times. The rope bound Davon's arms to his side and chest. It was not tight, but it kept his arms in one place. Clark marched his prisoner back to his bedroom where he closed the door. He turned around just in time to see Davon climb up onto the bed. His loincloth did little to hide his treasures and by the time he on top of the bed his balls were there for everyone to see. Well at least Clark could see them. They still shined from leftovers spit from last time he had captured the boy.

"All right," Clark said trying to imitate one of the sheriffs he had seen on some old black and white movie. "I'm, going to let you choose your own punishment this time. Partner." He added the last part after a second.

Davon erupted in the giggles and when they subsided he stared at the ceiling for a second. The way the game was played with simple. If Davon could make it back into the bedroom without being caught he chose the punishment for Clark. If Clark caught him, Clark chose the punishment. Clark won about two thirds of the time. He had just started learning fractions.

The punishments had Western themes. A 'Cactus Seat' was five spankings, a 'Rio Grande' meant Davon's balls would be licked for three minutes, while an 'O.K Corral' met he would be tickled for two minutes. One of Clark's favorites was 'Rough Ground'. He tied Davon's feet together and left the boy on the floor. Sitting on the bed he raced Davon's feet and secured the between his legs. He then tickled the boy's feet until he cried dead or alive. One time his laughter became so loud Clark's mother actually came upstairs and knocked on the door to see if everything was okay. That was scary.

"I want a 'Bucking Bronco'." Davon announced.

Clark was surprised to hear that one. It was usually the end of the game and they had only gone a few rounds. Davon hadn't even used his favorite victory punishment, 'Stagecoach'. Not that Clark particularly liked having to carry the boy on his back while he walked around on all fours naked and occasionally getting smacked in his butt.

"If that's what you want. Partner." Clark had forgotten to do the voice.

Addressing himself under Davon's scrutiny he knelt in pulled out from under the dresser a bottle of baby oil. He didn't have to get himself hard; Clark is hard ever since the Canyon of two rounds ago. That one involves the only crack in the human body and the liberal use of Clark's tongue. Lane horizontally across his bed he applied lubricant to himself as Davon carefully maneuvered to be next to him. Holding up his arms he let the on leaned forward and practically swung on top of him. He pulled away the makeshift loincloth and now they were both truly naked. Bringing his legs up Clark let Davon rest against them as he slowly lined everything up. Using his thumbs to spread the boy cheeks he slowly lowered the other on to this member which wasn't particularly large. There was a little resistance but once he pushed past the ring it was okay. Davon was already stiff when his butt came to rest against Clark's body.

"Ready?" Clark asked.

"Ready." Davon forgetting his politically incorrect way of speaking like a black-and-white Hollywood Indian.

Slowly Clark raised his hips pushing Davon into the air. In the past he had fallen so Davon had learned how to wrap his legs around the other boy. Once Clark thought he was secure he started to introduce the bucking part of the Bucking Bronco. His hips sped up and down faster and faster. Davon tightened his grip with his legs in the pleasure came not from going in and out of Davon, but simply shifting the boy around which caused his member to rub on the voice inside. It was hard exhausting work. Clark forgot all about that because too soon he started to feel the feeling down in his balls. Davon was clearly enjoying his ride, but when Clark got the feeling he caved instantly.

As Clark's butt bounced against the bed he closed his eyes as waves of pleasure washed over him. Davon sat there for a few seconds still on top of Clark. When he started to inch forward Clark opened his eyes and realized what his friend wanted. Opening his mouth he patiently waited for the boy to insert his erection and without complaint sucked him off.

The End