I spotted this alpha stud down at the local cowboy bar.  He looked comfortable in the hat, shirt and tight wranglers. It was obvious that he was the real deal. I could not help staring.  When he wandered off to the men’s room, I followed. An hour after meeting him, I had two loads of his cum in my stomach. As we walked out of the toilet, everyone could tell what had happened. He was grinning and relaxed. My lips were swollen, my eyes red from crying, and the knees of my jeans were dirty from being ground on the bathroom floor.  But what cinched it was the reverse imprint of his belt buckle on my forehead. This stud had not only used me, but had marked me as a cocksucker to every other guy in the bar.