Postby Jack Roper » Thu Mar 24, 2011 3:44 pm
The Great Outdoors
After riding for a few hours Duke was getting tired so he decided it was time to release Jesse. Before that happened, however, he had a little fun with him. When they would drive past big rigs he would lower Jesse’s tinted power window and “expose†him to the other drivers. A couple of times the truckers honked their horns in appreciation, or so he thought. Jesse noticed this and struggled harder to escape, becoming far more verbal—at least, as verbal as you can get when your face is plastered in duct tape. “Ssssttmmmppphhh, yyyooooppphhhh!†Duke was laughing uproariously and he could see that Jesse was turning red in embarrassment.
After a while Duke pulled off the freeway onto a country road, in order to untie his new friend. “OK, Jesse, I’m gonna release you, but you better be good or I’ll just tie you up again in the back and make it real uncomfortable for you.†Jesse nodded in agreement, since he had to take a leak-bad. Duke untied Jesse’ feet, loosened the dog collar from the seat back, untied his waist and chest ropes, and finally untied Jesse’s hands from behind the seat. Before he could even start to take the tape gag off Jesse bolted from the cab into the bushes and quickly unburdened himself of the morning’s coffee. “Mmmmmmm,†he moaned. Duke watched in amusement as Jesse then tried to get the gag off, having some difficulty finding the beginning of the tape. He started to pull it way too fast, and Duke heard a decided scream—though muffled still—as Jesse removed some of the hair behind his head in the process. “Damn you!†he cursed, “why’d ya have to tape my hair!â€
“Careful Jesse, we had an agreement right? You want to be tied up again now?†Jesse backed down and said “No,†he was too hungry to withstand any more bondage for a while. “I think it’s gonna be your turn, Duke. I’m learning real fast what to do.â€
Duke smiled and agreed. “How about this afternoon, after we eat?†Jesse replied, “All right!†as he handed Duke his cowboy hat and they climbed back in. It wasn’t far down the road outside of the New Mexico-Arizona border that they spotted a Denny’s restaurant. ‘Jesse,†Duke said as they scoffed down their meals, “you’re a good sport to let me tie you up like that. You barely know me, do you?â€
Jesse thought about it for a minute. “You’re right Duke. It’s kinda crazy of me to trust you so much. After all, you coulda just tied me up in some field and driven off with my truck, right?†Duke shot back, “Could still do that!†and laughed. “I hope not,†Jesse responded. “I’d rather have you as a friend, maybe even a partner for a while,†hesitating for a moment and then adding, “of course, I’m straight, so I don’t want you poking me or anything-if you’re gay or sumptin’, if you don’t mind me saying.â€
“Jesse, I promise you, unless you ask for it, I won’t so much as lay a glove on your junk, Scout’s honor!†Jesse smiled back and replied, “Good, cuz I’m saying myself for marriage with the right women,†as he gazed down at his coffee. Duke reached over and gently touched Jesse’s hand, caressing his fingers. “OK by me. We can have lots of fun just ropin’ each others asses, right?â€
“Right!†Jesse beamed. “And there’s no time like the present, hey Duke?†Duke gulped his coffee and said, “well maybe not in Denny’s!†Both young men burst out laughing, and the waitress smiled in turn. She got a big tip that day as the boys sauntered out, with Duke grabbing Jesse’ shoulder and holding onto to him like a big brother.
“Let’s go someplace outdoors for your roping,†Jesse commanded. Duke nodded in agreement but watched Jesse’s eyes closely to make sure he wouldn’t find himself left in the desert someplace. Jesse drove across the border into Arizona and got off the freeway at the first exit, driving a few miles before he located a nice spot for his revenge. He pulled over to a wooded area with thin saplings, not visible from the road and with human habitation nowhere to be seen. “This looks like a good place,†Jesse proclaimed, pointing to a thin birch tree with pine needles all over the ground around it. He grabbed the rope, tape and a fresh bandana—and Duke’s dog collar in case, and gently pushed Duke towards the tree. ‘Here, let’s see if you can escape from a tree tie! I’ll give you an hour,†Duke replied, “OK, but if I do, then it’s your turn right away, no questions asked.â€
Jesse smiled in agreement as he pulled Duke’s flannel sleeves down towards his wrists and began to wrap some ¼†hemp around both wrists in a figure eight. After he had gone around about ten times he proceeded to cinch the bindings vertically, about six times, pulling it tight. Duke gasped, “Maybe you did learn something, Jesse. I don’t know if I can get out of this. “Wait,†Jesse replied, “I’m just getting started,†as he continued roping Duke’s wrists, but this time wrapping the rope around Duke’s cowboy belt and Levi’s and waist, maybe ten times. He pulled it tight again and Duke groaned. “See,†Jesse smiled, “you’re a good teacher!†Duke decided to play along and replied, “Fuck you, I can get out of anything you can tie me up in!†That was all Jesse had to hear as he reached for the bandana and tied a big knot in it, holding it in front of Duke’s defiant face. “I think I need some quiet from my victim, so I can concentrate on tying you, so open wide.†Duke resisted so Jesse grabbed his nose as Duke tried to pull away. He finally opened his mouth to breath after maybe 45 seconds and Jesse saw his opening, literally, shoving the knotted gag past Duke’s pearly white teeth, towards his tongue, and quickly pulled the two end behind his head, tying it off with a double knot. “There, that should keep the noise down!†Jesse smiled. He though he heard Duke curse him again but it came out, “fffaaaccckkkuuuu!†Jesse laughed as he grabbed more rope and bound Duke’s elbows together behind his back; drawing them close together the way Duke had tied him last night. When they were about six inches apart he wrapped the remainder of rope around Duke’s chest, and for final measure cinched each elbow to the side of the slim tree. Duke could barely move his arms now.
Jesse finished up by binding Duke’s boots to the bottom of the tree, giving him several feet in between so he could balance himself. He cinched each boot too, going around the tight Levi’s and then up around his knees and thighs, cinching and pulling wherever Duke managed to get any slack. Jesse would watch carefully for any movement and when he spotted it he would tie that area tighter. Jesse pulled out a foot long piece of rawhide and carefully wound this around Duke’s thumbs, in another figure eight, followed by cinching. By now Duke was looking like a very unhappy camper.
The day was still cool as it was winter in Arizona. There was snow on the ground nearby, and the clouds added to the cool temperature. Jesse finally brought Duke’s dog collar up and asked him how he would like it if he collared him now. Duke looked beaten but somehow still defiant, as Jesse buckled the collar around Duke’s neck, catching the flannel shirt behind it. For good measure he took a short strand of rope and secured the collar to the tree behind Duke’s neck.
Finally, he took out the duct tape and began to place large strips across Duke’s gagged face. Duke looked angry, but Jesse was enjoying himself, so he patted down each strip, like a concerned father, or brother. “There, there, better to keep you quiet, boy!†Jesse taunted. Then Jesse got close to Duke, grabbed him in a bear hug and kissed him on his duct taped, gagged lips. “That’s the way I like my friends, all tied up, gagged and unable to move. Hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.†Jesse massaged Duke’s shoulders, and ran his fingers though Duke’s jet black hair. ‘OK, you have 60 minutes to get out—starting now!†as he looked at his watch. Jesse sat down behind Duke and rested against another tree, putting Duke’s cowboy hat on as he watched Duke’s escape attempt. All he saw was a lot of struggling and “mmmppphhhing,†but not much progress.
After maybe 30 minutes Jesse began to get a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes. He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he heard sounded like approaching footsteps! ‘Uh, oh,†he thought,†this could be trouble.â€
To Be Continued?