Thanks xtc and to Mikey:
An Evening of Ropes
The boys had showered and changed clothes. Jesse decided to wear his leather pants and shirt, with the black belt and tucked in cowboy boots. He figured Buster might like this, while Duke just put on his black turtleneck, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, posing for Jesse for a minute showing off his abs. He also wore a pair of tight jeans, and his boots. They looked like couple of toughs.
Dinner proved quite pleasant, with Buster’s “housekeeper” making them a nice Mexican dinner, which was served on Buster’s back patio. They enjoyed some beer and wine and smoked a joint and got quite mellow. Finally, Duke got up the nerve to ask Buster about his amazing collection of gags.
“Oh those,” he said casually. “I got them in Flagstaff from Jonas’s leather store. You know, the one you called me from to get this job. I got a lot of my supplies from him, as he’s about all we have in this part of Arizona.
beyond my interest in escape artistry I am also into bondage, as you can probably guess. I see that you boys are too!”
Neither Duke or Jesse replied to this as Buster poured some more wine and lit another joint. By now all three men were getting quite stoned and horny, but Buster insisted on talking about his offer.
Jesse had given it a lot of thought, but his now stoned mind was getting horny, so he replied: “Maybe we should test each other out some more. Who knows maybe you or Duke here would be better bets on being the escape artist.” Duke could tell that Jesse was stoned by now.
“Well sure,” Buster replied. “Guess there’s no time like the present.” Concita had cleared the dishes and Buster advised her she could go home now, and that she could come back the next day. He would call her. She smiled, and looked over at her young company with a suspicious gleam in her eyes. “Si, senor,” she said.” Hasta manana.”
“Good night Concita,” Buster replied, as he stood up and entered the house. This gave the boys a chance to be alone for a moment, so Jesse walked Duke out into the backyard and stood underneath the now sparkling Milky Way and a million other stars in the Monument valley night. The only sounds were an occasional owl hooting to its mate across the valley and barking dogs--or wolves maybe.
“What do you think Duke,” Jesse asked. “Do you trust Buster?”
“So far, yes,” he answered, “but let’s see if he’ll let us tie him up this time, OK?”
“Sure,” Jesse said, “besides it was he who said he was the escape artist, right?”
Duke leaned over and kissed Jesse again, which Jesse was now getting used to, and like—a lot, even though he still felt of himself as straight. Maybe he was BI, he thought to himself. For now he felt it was more like a bromance. In fact, maybe it was since he had actually never had sex with Duke—so far.
Duke and Jesse walked back into Buster’s place, still very stoned and somewhat drunk; possible not the best state of mind to be in during a tie-up session—but then so was Buster.
Duke took the lead, as Buster was opening his trunk of rope. “How about Jesse here and me tie you up and see how good you are at escaping””
“I don’t know, boys. We just met, and it is my place.”
Duke countered, with: “Well you are the one who placed the ad. Why don’t we just do a traditional magic act, where the escape artist challenges the two audience members to tie him—or her—up with no more than 100 feet of a single strand of thick rope?”
Buster eyed them carefully and said; “OK. That should be easy to get out of. Let’s do it right here. But remember, no rope around the neck, and no gags. This is family friendly entertainment. Promise?”
Duke agreed, but crossed his fingers behind his back and winked at Jesse. “OK. Let’s find a good long piece of rope then.” Jesse rummaged into the trunk and pulled out a large roll of gathered rope, maybe one inch thick.
“How’s this?” he said, uncoiling the rope.
“OK by me. Let’s get started.”
Duke grabbed the rope in the middle and handed Jesse one end, saying, “OK, Jesse, you tie his legs and ankles, and I’ll tie his upper body.” Buster was sitting in a wooden chair, so the boys decided to do a chair tie. Duke tied a loop around Buster’s waist and knotted this at his belt-line, handing the shorter end to Jesse, who proceed to tie Buster’s thighs to the seat and then looped his knees and thighs to the legs and arms of the chair. Duke pulled the rope behind the chair and started tying Buster’s arms together, looping it several times before pulling the rope in a unique cinch, which was tricky, since they would otherwise have to pull the rope all the way through to tighten it.
“Very cleaver,” Buster muttered, as Duke finished tying his elbows behind his back and pulled the end of the rope down to his hands.
‘Most of the time guys tie the hands first,” said Buster.” You really seem to know what you’re doing, Duke,” as Duke looped the remaining rope around Buster’s wrists in a figure eight. He finished it off by cinching these loops about six times, making rope handcuffs, before tying several knots. He pulled up the excess rope and tied it off at Buster’s elbow roping, while Jesse finished up tying Buster’s ankles to the chair legs, making sure to cinch these, unlike what Duke had done to him earlier that evening.
‘There,” said Duke. “How’s that!” Jesse added, “Yeah!”
Buster nodded in apparent appreciation for their efforts, which had taken about 15 minutes. “OK, so I have 15 minutes to escape, right?”
“Yup” said Jesse as he set the stop watch. Both boys grabbed another cold one and sat on the couch watching the escape artist at work. Duke was tempted to gag Buster, but he had given his word. Jesse was feeling no such compunction and began exploring the gag drawer, marveling at the wonderful collection Buster had acquired. He pulled out a leather lace-up hood, with nose and mouth holes only, which had an attached, thick neck collar.
“This looks really mean,” he said, holding it up to Buster’s face, as Buster squirmed in his bindings.
“Yes,” Buster replied meekly, “let’s save that for later, OK?” Jesse reluctantly agreed, realizing Buster was their money supply right now, and that had better be nice to him. Duke laughed and said:
“Maybe we can try that out on you later, Jesse--if you’d like.”
Jesse felt his cock spring into action as he held the hood up to his face and pretended to put it on. Duke bounded up and said: “But, there’s no time like the present,” and he grabbed the hood from Jesse’s hands and playfully taunted him with it. “Let’s see how it fits, OK?”
Jesse was still stoned so he meekly agreed. Duke pulled the hood over Jesse’s blond hair and his sparking eyes disappeared under the thick layer of leather, with the chin molded perfectly under Jesse’s jaw line. Jesse compliantly placed his wrists behind his back, to simulate being tied. Duke laced up the back and pulled the collar around through the leather loops and secured it firmly behind Jesse’s neck. Jesse could not see a thing, and said, “Wow, this thing is hot!” He meant that in all ways possible. He felt the leather hood with his hands and breather the leather aroma deeply into his nostrils. “Mmmmm, I like it. I hope you don’t gag me and tie me up!” he chided Duke, who by now was grabbing some rope and the plug gag from the equipment, not even noticing that Buster was almost out.
Duke decided to take Jesse’s leather shirt off first, and with the snaps it was easy. His buffed body was now sweating, but his six-packed stomach was as tight as ever. Duke playfully slapped him. “This is a good look for you,” he said, as he pulled Jesse’s naked arms behind his back and quickly bound his wrists in the same way he had tied Buster’s.
Jesse complained, jokingly, “Oh no, not the rope!” Duke snickered and pulled the gag up to Jesse’s face and quickly inserted it in his pouting mouth, shoving the cock shaped gag deep into his throat and buckling it behind his neck. “Mmmmppphhh, aaarrggghhh!” Jesse tried saying. Duke checked his pants and saw the tell-tale sign of appreciation bulging again.
“Looks like my boi is getting excited again!” he whispered in Jesse’s ear, as he noticed from the side of his eye that Buster was now loose, and charging at him with the rope.
“Whoa,” Duke shouted, “how did you get out so fast?”
“I told you. I’m good at this too. Now let’s see how you do being tied up too!”
Duke thought about it briefly, and realized it might be better to say yes than lose the money. “But just that rope OK? And no gag!”
“We’ll see, we’ll see,” Buster replied, as he began binding Duke’s wrists behind his back, using a lot more of the rope tying his wrists, pulling his arms disarmingly closer together, with his elbows almost touching.
“You never know,” whispered Buster in Duke’s ear, “how the audience will tie you!” as he continued binding Duke in the thick rope.
“Aaarrgghhh!” replied Duke. “I can take it!”
“We’ll see, we’ll see,” laughed Buster.