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Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby Cowboy » Tue Mar 22, 2011 1:50 pm

awesome.... keep going :)

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Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby Kuro.Lolita » Tue Mar 22, 2011 5:12 pm

nice story ;D i'm enjoying it, keep going!
There are no facts, only interpretations.

-Nietzsche

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby gagged-cowboy » Wed Mar 23, 2011 3:09 pm

Cowboys, flannel shirts, tight jeans, ropes and bandanas - what a hot story. I loved it. Please continue :-)

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Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby gagged-cowboy » Thu Mar 24, 2011 1:48 am

Very very good. Please continue. I like this story more and more :big:

The Great Outdoors

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!”

“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.”

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?”

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.”

“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?”

“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.”

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.”

To Be Continued?

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby gagged-cowboy » Fri Mar 25, 2011 12:35 am

Thank you for Part III. I loved it, especially the open ending. I am really looking forward to reading Part IV.
btw. Will it get more intimate between the guys? I hope so :-)

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby Jack Roper » Fri Mar 25, 2011 12:40 pm

Thanks for all of the positive feedback. It really helps. Here's the continuing adventures of Duke and Jesse.
Aloha,
Jack


Cowboy’s Rule

Jesse instinctively realized this could be trouble so he hightailed it past Duke, whose eye’s and “mmmppphhhing” told him he too realized they might soon have unexpected company. Jesse whispered to Duke as he ran past: “pretend you were kidnapped. I’ll be over there,” as he ran behind a nearby rock outcropping. Luckily the snow had melted in this area so his footprints would not be so noticeable.

“Shit!” Jesse muttered to himself. ‘If only I had thought to bring a weapon.” All he had, in fact, was a crowbar under his front seat—for emergencies. He craned his neck, after taking off Duke’s cowboy hat, to see who—or what was coming. It didn’t take long before an older guy, who resembled a retired cowboy popped into view. He was trim, but fit, wearing a cowboy shirt, black jeans, boots, a wide belt, and a grey cowboy hat --and a gun in his holster! “I think I could take him, except for that gun,” Jesse thought to himself. He noticed that Duke was struggling harder than ever and making quite a bit of noise behind that thick gag. “Poor guy, I hope he’s a good actor,” Jesse mused.

The older man spotted Duke flailing in his bonds, "mmmppphhing" like crazy, and exclaimed: “Whoa, what have we here?” He ran up to Duke and Jesse could hear their conversation clearly, as the breeze was blowing his way.

“What happened to you, boy?” the cowboy asked. Jesse noticed he was not making any attempt to remove Duke’s gag. “This could be bad,” Jesse thought.

Duke "mmmppphhed," trying to get the guy to remove the gag. The older man just laughed and started asking more questions:

“Are you OK?” Duke nodded NO. “You mean someone kidnapped you or something? "

Duke nodded YES! “I see,” the man said, raising his right hand to his chin, like he was contemplating something. He then reached around to his right back pocket and took out a large gray bandana. “I think I’ll just blindfold you for a while, before I untie you.” Duke shook his head NO! but the guy just proceeded to blindfold Duke. Jesse was getting more and more anxious.

The old cowboy was standing between Jesse and Duke now, and Jesse could tell that he was lowering Duke’s zipper. “Let’s see how frightened you really are boy!” he asked, pulling Duke’s black underwear down along with his jeans. Unfortunately for Duke he had a raging hard-on. The guy spit on his hand and grabbed Duke’s not-so-private parts. Duke started to moan.

“I thought so, boy. Looks like I interrupted a little game of yours, didn’t I?” Duke shook his head NO, but his cock was giving him away. Slowly the older man stroked Duke’s member, and Duke squirmed in apparent appreciation. Jesse could see his face turning red. The masturbating stopped for a minute as Jesse saw the old guy pull out his cock and start jerking off himself. He grabbed Duke’s cock with his left hand and continued to jerk him too. Jesse figured this might be a good time to intervene but his fascination at the scene before him had him transfixed in wonder.

“Shit, I never thought that Duke was so into this bondage stuff. Maybe we’ll have to do some ourselves soon—if we get out of this fix alive!”

Soon, the old guy came—all over Duke’s shirt and jeans, which was followed momentarily by Duke exploding into this guy’s left hand and into the air. The old guy simply wiped it off on Duke’s gagged face, saying: “Guess that’s what you really needed, huh, boy?” Duke appeared to slump down in his bonds but the dog collar kept him in place, as well as all the other ropes.

“Guess whoever did this to you may be coming back soon boy, so I better hightail it outta here now,” as he whipped the bandana off Duke’s eyes. The old guy pulled up his jeans, looked around carefully, patted Duke’s head and mussed up his black hair, and said:

“Maybe I’ll come back later to see if you’re still here. Otherwise, enjoy the cold Arizona night,” laughing as he ambled quickly out of site.

Jesse ran over to Duke, apologizing profusely after making sure the guy was gone. He heard a car engine start and drive off, as he ripped the duct tape off Duke’s face—carefully, and pulled the soggy gag out of his mouth. ‘Are you OK, Duke?”

“Shit! Why couldn’t that have been you! I was scarred shitless but—at the same time—it was great. Do you know what I mean?” Jesse, who was still a virgin, nodded yes, unconvincingly.

Duke continued, “Better untie me quick before we get any more company, which Jesse did. There were red rope marks on Duke’s wrists, even with his shirt on.

“I gotta change my clothes,” Duke said, as they scurried down the hill to the truck. Just as they got there Duke pulled Jesse over to the side of the truck, pushed him up against the rear panel and gave his a deep, long kiss on the lips. Jesse had never been kissed by a guy before, and his knees actually started to buckle. “Thanks, Jesse, that was great. You couldn’t have done better if you had planned all this yourself. I owe you one tonight!”

Jesse looked at Duke’s dark black eyes and felt an intense closeness to this handsome man he had just met the day before. “Wow, Duke, I don’t know what to say!”

“Get in and drive while I change in the back. We gotta get to a motel soon to play some more.”

They drove off into a glorious Arizona sunset.

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby Cowboy » Fri Mar 25, 2011 12:58 pm

gagged-cowboy wrote:Thank you for Part III. I loved it, especially the open ending. I am really looking forward to reading Part IV.
btw. Will it get more intimate between the guys? I hope so :-)



I don't see why it had to more sexual it kinda ruins the story ......

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby gagged-cowboy » Sat Mar 26, 2011 1:44 am

Cowboy wrote:
gagged-cowboy wrote:Thank you for Part III. I loved it, especially the open ending. I am really looking forward to reading Part IV.
btw. Will it get more intimate between the guys? I hope so :-)



I don't see why it had to more sexual it kinda ruins the story ......


No it would not :-)

Jack Roper: Thank you for another great chapter. I loved it. Cannot wait to read more :-)

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby Cowboy » Sat Mar 26, 2011 7:45 am

gagged-cowboy wrote:
Cowboy wrote:
gagged-cowboy wrote:Thank you for Part III. I loved it, especially the open ending. I am really looking forward to reading Part IV.
btw. Will it get more intimate between the guys? I hope so :-)



I don't see why it had to more sexual it kinda ruins the story ......


No it would not :-)

Jack Roper: Thank you for another great chapter. I loved it. Cannot wait to read more :-)




IT DOES RUIN IT.....

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby gagged-cowboy » Sat Mar 26, 2011 7:54 am

Okay, we have a different opinion about it but I think that sexual element should be involved because this story is in the "More...intimate TUGs". For me personally it makes the story more interesting.

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby Cowboy » Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:40 am

gagged-cowboy wrote:Okay, we have a different opinion about it but I think that sexual element should be involved because this story is in the "More...intimate TUGs". For me personally it makes the story more interesting.



who cares what you think?

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby Jack Roper » Sat Mar 26, 2011 4:53 pm

Hey boys, don't fight over me (or my story). Do what I do, read and enjoy the parts that you like and blot out anything you don't. I do that all the time. Otherwise all of us on here would be editting all day.

Here's the next chapter, somewhere in between my two cowboy's desires, I guess.



Duke’s Story

“OK, OK, I’ll tell you some more about me. I’m 22 and I just graduated with a political science degree from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. I went there on a full scholarship, after I got kicked out of my home when I was 18 when my father found out I liked boys. Macho thing with him. Too bad, but who needs that, right? I was born I n Mexico, when my parents came here illegally. I was still a kid—two to be exact. I know some Spanish and speak English quite well, as you can tell. Well, when I say I like boys let me qualify that. I like boys and ropin’, as you can probably guess by now,” Duke smiled as he stroked his shiny long-black hair and gazed into Jesse’s deep blue eyes.

“Wow,” Jesse said, “you must be some kinda brainiac to have finished college!”

“Not really,” Duke replied coolly, “I just have a fascination with history, politics, philosophy and religion. That’s all. Why, don’t most guys my age like that stuff?” he laughed.

“I don’t know,” Jesse replied, as he looked out of the diner window into the Flagstaff, Arizona night. The stars were shining, even with all the city lights. The boys had pulled into a cabin nearby and taking nice hot showers before dining out. To Jesse this was starting to feel like a honeymoon—or something. It was sort of crazy too—who goes on their honeymoon with a hitchhiker and 500 feet of rope?

“I never thought about college,” Jesse said pensively. “I’m more into just doing stuff, like manual labor. That’s how I got my six-pack—and these biceps too,” as he pointed to the tight T-shirt he was wearing. Duke admired what he was seeing and reached over to grab Jesse’s right bicep. “Nice,” he said. I wonder, however, if you could take me in a wrestling match. I’d even make it two outta three with the loser getting roped.’


Jesse replied, matter-of- factly, “I’ll take that bet. And if you lose I get to keep you tied for the night, OK?”

“It’s a deal,” Duke replied, finishing up his desert and reaching for the check. The two young men stepped out into the cold Arizona night and rushed over to their cabin, which was several hundred feet away and well off the road. There was not much ambient light there at all and the stars were amazing to see. They both paused for quite some time watching the Milky Way unfold before them. Duke turned to Jesse and put him in a bear hug from behind, and kissed the back of his neck. Jesse felt chicken skin all over and an electrical charge. He had never felt this way, even with his old girlfriend—the one he had intended to marry.

“Duke, not here, someone may see us,” Jesse whispered. “OK, let’s go inside then—and see about that wrestling match. They entered the spacious cabin, where they had started a nice fire in the fireplace. They even had a bearskin rug in front of it. And bunkbeds too. How convenient, they thought. The bedroom also had a queen size bed with four sturdy wooden posts. Duke had said “they might come in handy—later.”

Duke pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses for them. Jesse reluctantly said he would drink it, although he was not a drinker, as his parents had brought him up in a Pentecostal Church, in the Bible belt of the south. Jesse was starting to get warm so he pulled off his black t-shirt, slowly, revealing that ‘famous” six-pack. Duke decided he would take his white- t-shirt off too and wouldn’t you know—he also had a well defined six pack, with cuts!

“Ready to wrestle, Jesse?” he queried. Jesse said he wanted to take a leak first, so Duke lay down on his stomach before the gathering fire. The bearskin felt soft on his bare skin. He felt warm all over when Jesse suddenly pounced on him from behind. “No fair,’ Duke said, as he struggled to turn over. Duke was about five-inches shorter that Jesse so he had a certain advantage, leverage-wise, and he quickly got on top of Jesse. He did not take long to pin Jesse’s shoulders to the rug and proclaimed victory in round one.

“My turn to take a leak,” he said, as Jesse regained his breath. Jesse knew to be aware of Duke’s return so he sat on the bunk bed and waited. He glanced over at his pile of rope and supplies and looked down at his skin tight Levi’s and black boots. ‘Maybe I am becoming a cowboy,” he thought, as Duke strolled out.

“Want another drink, partner?” Duke asked. Jesse said Ok but asked that it be watered down a little. Duke brought the drinks over and sat next to Jesse on the bunk bed and examined it closely. “You know this bed could make for an interesting tie-up location,” smiling at Jesse.

“Yeah, you’d look good all tied up on it,” Jesse smiled.

Round two lasted a bit longer but this time it went to Jesse. He had Duke pined on the floor with both of his wrists under him, sitting on his waist. Duke struggled mightily to get out of it but both his shoulders touched and that was it. Jesse leaned down and gave Duke a deep, long kiss, exploring his mouth with his tongue. "What are you trying to make me weak," Duke said, coming up for air. Jesse laughed, and said, "No, let's wrestle then."

Round three would be fateful for one of them, so Duke decided to pour a double this time. Jesse was starting to feel a little woozy and then it began. Duke was very strong, but Jesse was too. Only thing was Jesse was getting drunk by now and his reflexes were slowed, so Duke has a far easier time in keeping up with every Jesse made.After five sweaty minutes Jesse lost and Duke smiled, glancing over at the rope. “Ready for your punishment boy?”

Jesse tried one last time to escape Duke’s full-Nelson but couldn’t. He gave up and said, ‘I’m ready.”

And so Jesse's night of bondage began.

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby gagged-cowboy » Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:33 am

Thank you for another great chapter. I am really looking forward to reading about Jesse bound and gagged again :-)

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Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby Jack Roper » Sun Mar 27, 2011 6:26 pm

Thanks Matty for your kind comments. I re-posted this story and took out some stuff.

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby gagged-cowboy » Mon Mar 28, 2011 1:01 am

MattyHerich wrote:LOL - Jack - way to keep the peace :)
2 cowboys fighting over you; what a great situation for you to be in :)
You should both just let Jack write what he wants -give him some imput - and like he said - enjoy.
I learned this after "Captured Wearwolf"
Jason Toddman helped me to realize
- the author is n charge of the fantasy - so let them,
- they re writting the story for you - so let them.
- Its theyre time being spent on the story - so let them write!
the more freedom Jack has - the better the story will be - trust me / Ive been the main character in Jacks stories; and hes got it under control.
Relax guys; Jack has the best ideas for the situation.


I hope I did not fight too hard :big: I certainly let Jack write what he wants and I would enjoy his story in both cases. I was only asking in the first place and then only expressing my opinion in the argument with Cowboy, that's all :big: :big:

Re: Jesse meets Duke

Postby BondageMike » Fri Apr 01, 2011 2:13 am

This is a very cute story, and I wish you would continue.