Cowboy kidnapping

Postby squirrel » Thu Mar 28, 2013 12:40 pm

I decided to write another story. Hope you guys will enjoy it... Tell me what you think about the first chapter :)


It was a nice friday evening in July. I was going home after I had done some errands in a nearby town. My name is Mike and I always spend the holiday time with my father in our little farm, far from noisy and dirty cities. I am 22 year-old guy, 180cm tall, with short black hair.

The evening I am referring to I was wearing blue jeans with wide leather belt, shirt and cowboy boots. I have always liked that kind of outfit. And I liked guys who were wearing them, of course.

When I was walking and thinking about what I would do next day I spotted a van with the blinkers on. I came closer and saw a guy standing outside of it. He was about 30 years old.

“You need help?” I asked.

“Thanks for asking, but I can handle it myself. Hey, mate. Do you have a light?” He replied.

I looked at him more closely. He had a cigar in his hand and was extremely handsome; tall, muscular, short brown hair, deep blue eyes.
He was wearing light blue jeans with wide, black cowboy belt, white shirt and a cowboy hat. But what I liked the most was his cowboy boots; I don’t know why but they were turning me on for as long as I could remember.

“Yeah, sure.” I replied after a short while, took the lighter out of my jeans and gave it to him.

He lit the cigar, took a long drag and blew out the smoke.

“Nothing better than a good smoke in the evening, mate.” He said and smiled at me. He handed me the lighter.

“Yeah, I guess so. Well, I gotta go.“ I said.

The moment I was about to go my way I was grabbed from behind, and a muscular hand clamped over my mouth. I wanted to fight, but the other hand was already around me, pinning my arms to my sides. I tried to shout for help, but my captor’s hand muffled my screams.

“Stop squirming! Dude, help me with him.” I heard him say.

The guy I was talking to a minute ago put the cigar between his teeth, grabbed my arms and held them firmly. I was quite muscular myself, so I tried to struggle and fight as much as I could. Unfortunately they were stronger than me and soon I was dragged inside the van. The guy that was holding me forced me to sit down; he was pressing my whole body against his and, to further restrain my movements, he wrapped his legs around my torso, immobilizing my arms. He had cowby boots as well.

“Now look. The more you struggle, the tighter you will be tied.” Said the guy with the cigar. He had a coil of rawhide rope in his hand.

He knelt beside me and grabbed one of my legs. I began to thrash and squirm, trying to avoid the inevitable. I kicked and squirmed as much as the situation I was in allowed, but was soon overpowered. The smoking guy sat on my knees, immobilizing me completely. He looped the rope several times around my booted ankles, tightening it after each wrap. He bound my ankles very tightly. When he was done with the ankles he took another coil and proceeded to tie my calves. Then came the thighs.

“I warned you. Stop squirming or we’ll make it much more severe than it should be.” Said my kidnapper and took a long drag on his cigar. I could tell he was enjoying tying me up.

“HHllmmmmpphh” I tried once again to shout for help, but it all came as barely audible, muffled noises. The guy hand gagging me was doing his job well.

“It seems to me that you want it to be the hard way. Very well.” I heard him say.

My captor put the cigar in his mouth and sat on my thighs, facing me. He took some material out of his pocket and told his buddy to squeeze my jaw. He pushed the wadded rag into my mouth, taking his time and making sure it filled my entire mouth. When it was inside I made some gurgles and tried to push it out with my tongue, but was hand gagged again.

The guy sitting on me took another material out of his pocket. This time it was a black bandanna. He folded it on my chest, looked me in the eye and smiled. When he was done, his friend removed his hand from my mouth, and the folded bandanna was pushed roughly between my teeth and tied tightly behind my head. Now it was impossible for me to spit the gag out: I was gagged for good.
But the guys weren’t done yet. The one tying me stood up, went for a bag that was laying in the van and took a roll of extra wide duct tape from it. He unwound some from the roll and without saying a word plastered it on my cheek. He wrapped it around my head ten times, smoothing and tightening it after each wrap. Finally he tore the tape off. He produced three long strip and taped them under my chin to further muffle my cries and prevent me from moving my jaw too much.

“This should keep you quiet.” Said the kidnapper, took a drag on his cigar and blew the smoke right into my face. I coughed but remained silent. Not that I had much choice at the time…

“Let’s finish binding him.” I heard the other captor say.

I tried to fight them, but was too exhausted. They turned me on my stomach, and forced my hands behind my back. I felt the rope on my wrists; soon they were crossed and bound extremely tightly. I could feel the rope dig into my skin. They tied my elbows and forearms as well. Then I was forced to sit, and they wrapped my entire upper torso with rope, pinning my arms to my sides.

“Now for the final touch.” Said the one who was holding me.

He bent my legs as much as they could go, and his bud tied my bound wrists to my ankles with another coil of rope. They made sure it was really tight and secure. I grunted with disapproval, but was completely ignored.

“Good work, bro.” One f them said. I rolled on my side and looked at them. The guy who was holding me was even more handsome than the one with the cigar; tall, dressed in jeans with black leather belt, shirt and boots. He knelt beside me.

“We’re sorry we had to tie you up so cruelly, but you gave us no choice. We’ll spend some time together, so you must get used to the rope.” He said and patted me gently on the cheek.

“Dude, you drive and I’ll stay with him. Someone should watch over him.” He said to his brother.

“Sure. Here, you deserve one, too.” His brother replied and handed him another cigar. “The lighter is in the guy’s jeans. I am sure he won’t mind.” He added and left. Soon I could hear the van’ engine start and we drove off.

My kidnapper sat beside ma and lit his cigar. I could see the bids of sweat on his face. Overpowering me wasn’t an easy task.

“Don’t worry, mate. I know you are scared, but there’s nothing to be afraid off. When we get to our destination we’ll explain everything.” He said in a comforting tone. I stared at him and wondered what my fate will be….

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby xtc » Thu Mar 28, 2013 1:10 pm

Nice to see you writing again.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby californiadude » Thu Mar 28, 2013 1:53 pm

Can't wait to read on! Please post soon :D

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby tiedlad » Fri Mar 29, 2013 4:33 pm

Awesome start, I look forward to seeing more!

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby squirrel » Mon Apr 01, 2013 12:20 pm

Here is another part. Tell me what you think

I was laying in the back of a van. A few minutes ago I was strictly bound and gagged by two guys in cowboy outfits. One of them was now sitting next to me, smoking a cigar. I was struggling as much as my bonds allowed, but all my efforts to find a knot and untie it, or at least to loosen it were futile. Those guys knew well how to make a guy helpless and quiet. The only thing I could do at that moment was to look at him and admire how handsome he was.

“I must say you look extremely hot, all trussed up like that.” My kidnapper said unexpectedly.

I grunted something unintelligible under my gag and looked him in the eye. He took a long drag on his cigar, and after a short while, blew the smoke out. I was wondering what he had in mind, and I even tried to talk to him, but my thick gag prevented me from making too much noise. He just glanced over me, and kept smoking. Soon the whole van was filled with cigar smoke.

After what seemed like several hours the van stopped. My kidnapper rolled me on my stomach, checked the bonds, and left the van, closing the door behind him. The moment I was alone I began thrashing and squirming, trying to find the way out. Before the doors of the van opened again, and my two captors came close to me, I had already worked out a pool of sweat.

“Calm down, don’t move and everything will be fine.”Said the one who was driving.

They came close and knelt next to me. One of them rolled me on my side, while the other took a roll of duct tape and unwound some.
He plastered it on my eyes and wrapped the tape two times around my head, blindfolding me effectively.

My hogtie was then released, and I sighed thankfully into my gag. It was wonderful to stretch my legs again. I felt one of the kidnappers pick me up, and soon I was being carried on his shoulder. We walked through what I thought was some sort of a basement, then went up the stairs. I heard the door open, and we entered a large room. I was put on the floor, and the duct tape from my eyes was removed.

I looked around. We were inside a normal house. Judging by the furniture and the fireplace it was living room. There was a large sofa, two comfortable chairs, a TV set and a table in the middle of the room. Just a casual living place.

“If you promise not to speak, I’ll take your gag off and feed you.” I heard.

I saw one of my kidnappers enter the room with fully prepared dinner on three dishes. I was starving so I nodded my head vigorously.

His brother came to me, helped me to sit down on a chair, and started to unwind the tape from my mouth. When my gag was finally removed I coughed, but didn’t dare to say anything.

“Good. Now eat.” One of them said and started feeding me.

“By the way, I’m John, and this is Jack.” Said the one who was in the back of the van with me.

I remained silent. When the dinner was over, John came to me with the duct tape in his hand. His brother had gone somewhere, so we were now alone in the room. I shook my head indicating that I didn’t want to be gagged. To my surprise he put the tape on the table and sat on another chair. He took a cigar out of his pocket and lit it. The smell of smoke hit my nose.

“Don’t worry, I won’t gag you. Yet. Now listen carefully, Mike. Yeah, we know who you are.” He said when he spotted my surprised look.

He took a long drag on his cigar and carried on:

“We’ve kidnapped you, because we want a ransom. That’s pretty obvious, heh? Me and my brother think it’s a nice “job”: kidnapping guys and receiving money for releasing them. Your father seems to be quite rich, so he won’t have problems with collecting the money. All we have to do is to kidnap two, or three guy a year and collect the money. Nobody gets ever hurt, so the police doesn’t bother to look for us too carefully.”

Now that was something! I was kept prisoner only because some dudes were too lazy to go to a normal work! I just stared at the guy in disbelief… He stood up, came to me and sat on my thighs. He clamped his hand on my mouth and put the cigar between his teeth.

“Sorry mate, but I have to silence you for the night. Open wide.” He said and I complied.

He pushed some soft material into my mouth. He pushed it deeply and then cleave gagged me with his folded bandanna. Next came the duct tape. He unwound some of the roll, plastered in on my cheek and wrapped the tape ten times around my head, smoothing it after each wrap. When he was done he patted me gently on the shoulder. Then he moved me on the floor and hogtied me. Not as strictly as the last time, but still.

“Oh, and one more thing. I think you like what’s happening to you.” He said, grabbed the bulge in my jeans and squeezed it gently.

“Yeah, you definitely like it.”He repeated and left the room. Now I was screwed…

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby tiedlad » Mon Apr 01, 2013 2:01 pm

Wow...even better! Can't wait for the continuation...

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby Cowboy » Mon Apr 01, 2013 10:54 pm

Keep going...

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby mikeybound » Tue Apr 02, 2013 12:42 pm

This was such a nice surprise. Only one thing. Could you add more to their physical descriptions?

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby californiadude » Wed Apr 03, 2013 7:31 am

This story is so good! Can't wait to hear what happens next :)

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby californiadude » Sun Apr 14, 2013 3:01 am

Dude, I'm desperate to read on. Don't leave us hanging like this :(

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby tiedlad » Fri May 03, 2013 1:45 am

I hope this is continued!

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby squirrel » Fri May 10, 2013 4:13 am

I am sorry for the delay guys. I am really busy with other stuff now.. Hope you'll understand. Here is another part of my story. Tell me if you like it

I was laying on the floor in the living room of my kidnapper’s house. I was securely hogtied and, despite all my efforts to wiggle my hands out of the bonds, going nowhere. The cloth in my mouth prevented me from making too much noise. Of course I tried to get rid of it, but there was no way I could spit it out; it was held firmly by a folded bandanna between my teeth, and ten round of duct tape wrapped around my head. After a few minutes of struggling and producing a pool of sweat , I finally gave up and eventually dozed off.

After what seemed like several hours I woke up and looked around a bit. I spotted a clock hanging on the wall; it was already nine in the morning. The sun was high and it looked like it would be another hot day that summer. Then I heard footsteps; it was my captors, walking down the stairs.

“Morning, dude. Did you sleep well?” One of them said and smirked.

Both of them were in their cowboy outfits: jeans, boots, wide black belts. I tried to attract their attention by making some grunts into my gag, but they ignored me and walked to another room, probably the kitchen, to make breakfast. After some time it turned out that I was right; they came back with two plates with scrambled eggs, bread and some beacon on them.

“You’ll have your breakfast later.” John said to me as he put the plates on the table.

I was starving and I hoped to have something to eat as well; for the last hours all I had in my mouth was some dirty cloth. I wanted to talk to them but it all came out as barely audible grunts. They looked at me and laughed; Jack then came closer, knelt next to me and ruffled my hair playfully.

"It seems our little guest is annoyed." He said and then added in a stern voice: "If you don't cooperate, you won't get any food. The choise is yours."

He patted me gently on the cheek and returned to the table. He and his brother were chatting while eating. I decided to stay calm and quiet, because I was really hungry and I didn't want to anger them. All I could do now was to stare at them and wait until they decide to feed me.

"Now, to business" Jack said after their breakfast was over. His brother took the empty plates and went to the kitchen.

Jack then came to me and undid the hogtie. I was finally able to stretch my legs again, which I did immediately, letting out a sigh of relief. He then checked the bonds on my wrists; satisfied that I didn't manage to loosen them, he untied my legs and ordered me to stand up. I obeyed and he marched me to the kitchen, where John had prepared a camerea. They sat me on one of the chairs.

"Now listen. We're gonna take some pictures of you to send to your father. If you don't try anything stupid, you'll have your breakfast after we're done. OK?" Jack said. I nodded my head. There was nothing more I could do, anyway.

"Good." He replied and they took about ten pictures and put them on the kitchen cupboard.

"Now, let's give you something to eat." John said and sat on my thighs.

He started to unwind the duct tape from my mouth. After that he untied the bandanna, so I could spit the gag out. I moved my aching jaw a bit, but didn't dare to speak. John brought another plate with scrambled eggs and fed me. I was really hungry so I ate it hastily. When I finished I was stood up and marched to the living room again. John told me to sit on the couch and left.

Surprisingly he didn't bind my legs or gagged me. But before I could even think of escaping or shouting both of my kidnapper's were back. They were smoking cigars now and talking about something.

"You stay with him, and I'll send the photos." Jack said

"Sure, bro." His brother replied. Jack then went to the kitchen to collect the pictures, put his cowboy hat on and left

"Seems to me that we'll spend some quality time together, don't you think?" He said and ordered me to stand up.

I did as I was told; my captor grabbed my by my arm and walked me to a wall. Then he put me against it.

"What armmmmhhh...." I tried to speak, but John hand gagged me quickly. He then put his cigar between his teeth and started massaging his crotch.

"You talk too much, Mike. I have something to keep your mouth busy for some time. And this time it won't be cloth...." He said with an evil grin on his face.

It was the first time since they have kidnapped me when I was really scared....

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby tiednw » Thu May 16, 2013 1:28 pm

Awesome!

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby Jack Roper » Thu May 16, 2013 3:31 pm

Hey Squirrel,

Wonderfully descriptive story; excellent. Please continue at your own pace, and thanks!

j

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby mikeybound » Thu May 16, 2013 3:35 pm

Jack Roper wrote:Hey Squirrel,

Wonderfully descriptive story; excellent. Please continue at your own pace, and thanks!

j

What he said. You are officially Jack Roper 2.0

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby squirrel » Wed Jul 31, 2013 5:21 am

Sorry it took me so long to write another part. I was really busy :(

I was now alone with one of the kidnapper’s, John . He was standing right in front of me in his cowboy outfit; smoking cigar, massaging his crotch with one hand, and hand gagging me with the other. With my hands tightly bound behind my back there wasn’t much I could do protect myself from anything he had in his mind. I was at his mercy and I didn’t like it.

“I’ll remove my hand, but if you say anything, I’ll gag you for the next twenty four hours as a punishment. No food, no drinking, no talking. Understood?” He said firmly.

I looked him in the eye; there was no sympathy in them. I had no doubt he would do that. The very thought of being totally gagged for so long was unbearable; I figured out there was only one way to avoid it. I nodded my head.

“Good. You’re smarter than I thought.” He said and took his hand from my mouth. I gasped but didn’t dare to speak.

He grabbed me by the arm, walked me to the couch and told me to wait there calmly if I knew what was good for me. He went to the kitchen and, after a short while, retuned with a bottle of cold beer in his hand. I looked at it and licked my lips; it was a hot summer day and I thought it would be wonderful to drink some of it. Unfortunately my captor had other plans in his mind. He sat on the couch, opened his beer and drank some.

“Get down on your knees asshole and lick my belt.” He said. I looked at him questioningly, totally taken aback. Did that guy really want me to lick his belt?

“NOW!” He shouted at me and all my doubts were gone in a second.

I did as I was told; I knelt in front of him and leaned a little bit. I started licking his cowboy belt; first the buckle and then the leather. It tasted strange and it felt awkward; I kept licking and from time to time I cast a glance at my kidnapper. He was obviously enjoying himself; he was sipping the beer and smoking his cigar. I wondered how long would I have to carry on licking his belt like that.

“You like that?” He asked me when he had finally finished the beer.

I stopped licking but remained silent. I didn’t want to give him any reason to gag me, so I just stared at him. He looked at his belt, now covered with my saliva and smiled. It seemed he was satisfied.

“Nice job, mate. Now, since you’re so good at licking stuff..” He said.

Without finishing the sentence he forced me to lie on the floor on my back. It wasn’t a very comfortable position due to my hands still securely tied behind me, but what choice did I have? I looked at my captor. He was watching me, the cigar again in his mouth. What the fuck was he up to?

“Lick.” Was the only thing he said and in a moment he put his cowboy boot on my face.

I hesitated for a brief moment but decided it would be unwise to disobey someone, who had kidnapped me and was able to do anything he wanted to me. So I slowly began to lick the soles of his boots; all the time I was licking it, I was wondering what the hell was going on. I was being held captive by two cowboy brothers, who were too lazy to go to a normal job to earn money. Both of them seemed to be nice guys I could possibly become friends with. In different circumstances, of course.

“Seems to me you like it.” I heard John say as he put his other foot on my crotch.

It was true that I liked being overpowered and vulnerable. I have always wanted to be trussed up by someone and have no control of the situation. But I have never wanted to became a REAL hostage. I kept thinking of the way to escape; it wasn’t easy considering that my hands were useless. They were tied too well for me to undo any of the knots.

“It was fun, but I have some stuff to attend to.” John said and got up.

He left the room and came back after a short while. He knelt beside me and started tying my legs together. He bound my ankles and thighs together; not too tightly but it still was impossible for me to untie myself without help. When my legs were done, he bent them and tied my wrists to my ankles with a short piece of rope, effectively hogtying me. Then he rolled my on my side.

“Open wide.” He ordered and immediately stuffed some material into my mouth.
He took his time pushing it, and when the whole gag was behind my teeth he took the duct tape and unwound some. He plastered it on my cheek and wrapped it several times around my head, smoothing the tape after each wrap.

“There you go. Nice and quiet. Don’t go anywhere, mate. When I am back, we’ll have some fun together.” He said with an evil smile on his face.

Then he left the house and I could hear him locking the door. I tried to loosen my bonds, unsuccessfully. Suddenly I spotted my chance to escape. There was a glass on the table…

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby tiednw » Wed Jul 31, 2013 3:00 pm

Nice continuation!

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby ThatDude » Wed Jul 31, 2013 8:17 pm

What was he gagged with? I would love to see the captor use his(the captors) dirty socks as gags

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby mikeybound » Wed Jul 31, 2013 9:14 pm

So the guy gagged him anyway. The bastard.

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby californiadude » Sat Jan 04, 2014 4:59 pm

I LOVE THIS STORY, PLEASE WRITE MORE :big: :big: :big: :big:

Re: Cowboy kidnapping

Postby bondagefreak » Sat Jan 04, 2014 10:47 pm

californiadude wrote:I LOVE THIS STORY, PLEASE WRITE MORE :big: :big: :big: :big:


I agree! Please continue this!
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