Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby jak2002003 » Sat Aug 18, 2012 7:01 am

Drew just finished a hard days’ work on his small farmstead. He pulled off his sweaty shirt, revealing his tight white vest, stretched over his chest and 6 pack. The tall handsome cowboy was wearing his usual really tight faded dirty old Levis, the denim running up his ass crack and the dusty and ripped frayed pockets sitting pert on his sexy ass, faded to almost white. He went into his small house and pored himself a drink of whisky. Then he stripped naked and took a cool shower and had a shave, the soap foam dripping from his smooth muscular body. He dried himself off and pulled on a pair of white satin boxer shorts his girlfriend had gave his as a present. They were very much on the tight side, the shiny silky material sliding up his ass crack and spreading his big balls apart in the front. He began to get semi hard thinking about the fun he was going to have with his girlfriend later. He reached into his wardrobe and pulled out a shiny white satin dress shirt. He tried it on. He wanted to look his best tonight. He was just about to choose a pair of his good jeans, when the phone rang; he got a call from the neighbouring farmer telling him some of his cattle had strayed onto his land. FUCK he cursed and without thinking quickly pulled back on his dirty tight ripped work levis and tucked in the silky shirt before fastening his thick long leather belt, his legs spread wide, then put on his boots and cowboy hat and rode out to the borders of his small ranch to fix up some fence posts near the woodland at the bottom of the valley. Some cattle had gone missing and he needed to fix it up good. (He did not know that someone had purposely pulled out the posts to lure him down into the deserted valley). He dismounted his horse. He was being watched by 2 men in the shadows of some trees, bandannas pulled over their faces. He started hammering in the fence posts, getting a sweat in his tight white shiny shirt and sexy jeans. His faded dusty worn package had the material of his Levis stretched tight across his big balls and cock, and tight faded worn Levis ass looked sexy as he bent over to hammer in the posts flexing his muscles under the now wet sweaty shiny shirt. He cursed as he thought he would be late meeting his girl in secret. He had been having an affair with her for a few weeks and she loved him, but her father had better plans for her. She was to marry a wealthy banker from out of town and her father had made several threats to Drew to leave his daughter alone. He planned to leave with her tonight. If he could just get these dammed fence posts back in for his own brother, who had agreed to take care of the farm when Drew was away.

The men began to sneak up behind him. "Hey, mister".
Drew looked up startled. Then he saw two masked guys, one in tight shiny leather jeans and waist coat, black had and black satin bandanna pulled over his face, the other in dirty old jeans and vest. "WHAT'S GOING ON"......
"JUST SHUT UP, I'LL DO THE TALKING SON, RAISE YOU HANDS NICE AND SLOW". Drew saw the cocked pistol held by the younger man. He slowly raised his hands in the air, stretching his tight silky shirt over his muscular torso and showing off his big faded worn stretch denim crotch, with gun belt tight across his crotch. A look of surprise and shock on his handsome face.

"OK, WALK NICE AND SLOW OVER INTO THOSE TREES".
He hesitated, but then the young guy waved the pistol. He slowly walked into the woodland.
"OK, HOLD IT RIGHT THERE".
The leather clad older man walked up to him, tight leather pants creaking, and removed Drew’s gun belt, letting it fall to the ground, letting his leather gloved hand slide over Drew’s dusty worn package. He stepped back.
“GOOD, NOW HANDS BEHIND YOU BACK SON”.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GUYS WANT? WHATS GOING ON HERE, I HAVE NO MONEY ...........” “KEEP YOU MOUTH SHUT OR ILL HAVE TO SHUT IT FOR YOU. COME ON HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK”.
"Fuck" Drew cursed under his breath as he felt his wrists being bound painfully tight behind his Levis ass, with rough old rope. The rope was long, and a length hung down below his bound wrists, down the crack of his Levis ass.
"OK, now open up you mouth boy".... the leather clad guy held up a balled up dirty rag to Drew's face.
“What, fuck, no way”.
“DO AS HE TELLS YA FELLA OR YOU’RE A DEAD MAN”. The young lad poked the barrel of the gun in the back of his neck.
“OK OK” he opened up his mouth and the older guy pushed in the ball of dirty rag deep into his mouth. "MRRPPPHHHH". Then grinning he takes out a soiled bandanna from his leather jeans packet the ties it over his mouth, knotting it tightly at the back of his skill. The cowboy in now tightly cleave gagged. "MMRRPHHH MMRRPHHH".
“THAT AUGHT TO KEEP THE SON OF A BITCH QUIET FOR ONCE BOSS”, the younger boy laughed.

Drew’s heart was racing confused what was going on.
“OK LESS TALKING..... LETS GET THIS SON OF A BITCH INTO THE WAGON QUICKLY BEFORE ANYONE SEES US..... move it mister”.
Drew felt the gun poke into his back and the leather guy puts his arm round his neck and marches his towards a wagon hidden in the trees. He struggles as he is forced into the back, but the leather older guy is too strong, and Drew is helpless with is bound hands. He could feel the shiny silky leather pants sliding over his tight faded Levis butt and legs. He frantically murphs for help in his gag, but no one can here him.
"SHUT UP THERE IS NO ONE OUT HERE TO HEAR YOU SON". He clamped his leather gloved hand over Drew’s gagged mouth to shut him up.
Once inside the dark wagon Drew was thrown onto the dusty wooden floor and the leather guy gets in with him. The younger lad gets up front and the wagon starts up. In the back the kidnapper draws the hide curtain across the back of the wagon and pulls out more rope from a sack and begins to bind Drew's booted ankles tightly.
"MRRPHHH MRRPHHH" he curses angrily into the tight gag. And he struggles kicking his legs. "FUCKING KEEP STILL YOU BASTARD", and he is punched hard in the gut, bent double, stretching the faded denim across his sexy ass. Finally allowing is ankles to be bound. Then he is rolled onto his stomach and his elbows are tied tight together painfully, with the man putting a booted foot on the bound struggling cowboys Levis ass as he tightened the rope. Drew grunted with pain and squirms about helplessly, frantic thoughts running though is confused mind...........

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Sep 02, 2012 7:23 am

Poor Drew. Can't wait to hear what happens next.

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby jak2002003 » Tue Sep 04, 2012 6:44 am

When he is finished binding his victim tightly he rolled him onto his side and sits back and grins at him. He pulls down his bandanna and Drew recognises his as his girlfriend father. SO YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME TONIHT DID YOU. YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTEDN TO MY WARNINGS. I GAVE YOU FARE CHANCE. NOW YOU ARE GOING TO PAY. Suddenly the wagon stops. The guy looks worried. They hear a horse pull up and a voice asking about where the wagon is out so far this way and about Indians are dangerous out here. It’s the sheriff and one of his men. Drew suddenly murphss loudly into the tight rancid gag mmrhhh helpmmm helphhmmm mehhh in the hope of him hearing him.

The leather guy bends down and clams his big strong leather gloved hand over the gagged mans mouth silencing him. He holds the gun to his head. SHUT THE FUCK UP OR ILL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW he whispers in Drew’s hear. Drew becomes quits, breathing heavily through his nostrils over the gag and hand. He desperately try’s to unfasten his bound wrists behind his sexy Levis ass, but the rope is too tight and burning his wrists.

WHATS THAT NOISE IN THE BACK asks the sheriff. Oh oh err OH YES IT’S JUST MY OLD HOUND the leather guy grins and makes some barking noises. OK ok, just be careful out here son. SURE WILL THANKS then the wagon starts off again. Drew’s heart sinks and he feel sick as his chance to be saved slips away. The girl’s father grins evilly at him. POOR FELLA SO CLOSE BUT SO FAR. He laughs evilly and puts his gun back into its holster. Mrrpphhh. Drew stairs with a mixture of anger and fear at him above his tight gag as the leather cowboy tied rope around Drew’s thick neck and secures it to a board. JUST TO MAKE SURE TO DONT DO TOO MUCH MOVIN ABOUT he smirks at his hostage as he sits back on an old sack of wheat and watches the bound handsome man, tied and tightly gagged rocking slowly with the movement of the wagon,. Noticing how big his package looks in the tight Levis crotch. The buttons almost popping. The material faded to almost white over his balls and the outline of his thick cock down the inside of his inner thigh, covered in dust to highlight it.

POOR FELLA, BET YOU DID NOT EXPECT YOUR NIGHT WOULD END UP LIKE THIS, TIED AND GAGGED AND KIDANPPED IN THE BACK OF A WAGON, AND YOU’RE ALL DRESSED UP TOO IN YOU FANCY SHINY SHIRT. DON'T KNOW WHAT MY GIRL SEES IN A FELLA LIKE YOU. NO NONEY AND NO PROSPECTS. NOW YOU JUST BE A GOOD FELLA AND LAY THERE NICE AND STILL LIKE. He gives Drew one hard kick in the ribs, causing Drew to moan into the tight gag, and then climbs into the front of the wagon with his helper.
The rough rope tied around the young man’s neck is a slip knot and this secured to the wooden board of the moving wagon. Drew turned his head sideways drops of sweat fell from his face onto the rough sacking. He stared fixedly at the rough plank wall of the wagon, but nothing distracted him from the pain. He lay in the bed of the wagon on his back; his tied arms pinned beneath him. Ropes encircled his ankles and knees and a loop of rope tightened slightly around his throat as he tried to shift his weight off his arms. The end of the neck rope had been secured to the wagon’s backboard and the slipknot around his neck served its function to restrain any movement. Several hours pass and Drew knew he was fast approaching the point where this would not be enough to prevent him from trying to turn his body and the knowledge that he would surely strangle himself in the attempt caused his stomach to twist. But the pain in his arms was insistent. He had hoped that numbness would come, but it hadn’t, and as the pain increased, that hope began to fade.
The old man had not been satisfied that the rope tied around his captive’s wrists would be enough to secure his possession of the young cowboy, and he had added a coil of rope just above his elbows. Drew had let out an involuntary groan as the old leather clad man had steadied himself with a foot planted between Drew’s levis buttocks and pulled the rope taut, almost bringing his elbows together behind his back. Drew estimated that it might have been as much as half a day since the men had trussed his body in the back of the wagon and secured him by his neck, but time was difficult to judge when every moment brought fresh agony. At first, he had noticed the tightness of the brittle ropes around his legs, the discomfort of lying on a lumpy bed of old feed bags and the heat of the wagon. But soon those things faded and his entire being became the pain that spread from his elbows, over his shoulders, around his arms and across his chest. It became increasing difficult for his body to make those involuntary muscle movements that were required to take a good breath. The first tendrils of panic, the fear of being unable to draw air through the tight gag, down his throat past the tightening rope and into his constricted chest, forced a moan past his lips.
The unconcerned backward gaze the old man shot his from his seat along the buckboard made the young cowboy curse inwardly. He was determined not to let the man know how much pain he was in, how desperate he had become. He feared for his hands, which felt cold and distant, and he feared for his life, which depended on the ever-lessening amount of air getting to his lungs. But he mostly feared that he would be finally unable to stop himself and that he would beg, with no hope of success, for relief. Bile rose in Drew’s throat at the thought of what was fast becoming his future. Broken, pleading with this hated man, disgraced utterly, and completely unable to help himself and no one knowing where he was.
No one would be coming; no rescue. Another moan forced its way past his lips and he felt the hot sting of tears mix with the salty sweat in his eyes.
The driver pulled the reins and halted the horse. The old leather guy turned in his seat and stared down at his captive. The cowboy lay twisted in ropes and covered with sweat, his shiny white satin short sticking to his muscular pecs and flat stomach the fine lines of his face pulled taught with pain above the tight gag, his brown eyes glaring. The old man moved carefully across the buckboard, his leathers creaking, to check the ropes, his only concern that sweat may have given the Drew room to slide free. He noticed that the neck rope had cut into the man’s throat. He hooked a gnarled finger under the knot and pulled, but the rope was stretched tight and he only succeeded in cutting off the man’s air. As Drew’s face began to purple, the old man moved behind his head, hooked his hands beneath the cowboy’s arms and pulled him forward a few inches to slacken the neck rope. Any relief that Drew felt at having his breath restored was immediately buried by the frantic spasms that coursed through his abused muscles. He curled him body inward, trying to will a stop to the jagged pains that shot through his arms and chest. His bound dusty tight Levis legs kicked out helplessly at the wooden planks of the wagon. He heard a pained, hopeless wailing and was broken to realize he was the source of the desperate cries, but powerless to stop.
“Hush up,” the old man ordered. “It won’t do you no good complainin’. You’re going to pay for not heeding my warnings, dead or alive and I’m beginning to wish that my friend up there shot you in the back when we captured you and saved me the fuss.”
Drew tried to turn his painfully gagged face away from the face of the old man, but he leaned in closer and spoke again, “I’ve never shot a helpless man, but if you don’t stop that noise, you’ll be the first.”

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby bondagefreak » Thu Sep 06, 2012 2:19 am

Interesting development. I am also glad to see you started using ".........." for the character speech instead of using CAPS. Much better.

One suggestion I will give is for you to break up the text into paragraphs.
Reading would be less difficult, with some spacing here and there.

Also, paragraphs are good to break off on ideas and start a new line of action.
Large clumps of text can appear monotonous, even when many actions are described.
You need to apply paragraphs and spacings in the third chapter.

Good work !
Please continue.
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Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby jak2002003 » Thu Sep 06, 2012 7:30 pm

Hey, thanks very much for the English lesson. Are you a teacher? I am just writing this down as it comes into my head and I have not got the time to start making it perfect.

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby bondagefreak » Thu Sep 06, 2012 10:23 pm

Hello, no I am not a teacher. I am simply a fellow writer who enjoys the website.

When I see a story that has potential, I will do my best to offer helpful or constructive critisism.
Most of us writers, write for ourselves, but also for our audience. We want our stories to be enjoyed and liked by those who read them.

When you write a story and post it on the public forum, you are in fact subjecting your work to various levels of feedback, whether praise or critisism...or both ! Since you take the time to post this story here, I assume that like us, you wish your stories to be liked and enjoyed.

The constructive critisism/advice I have to offer, is for you to add some spacing in the text.
This way it is easier for myself and the other readers here to enjoy and read what you compose. It does make a big difference.

None of us here are perfect at writing, and dare I say...no one can ever be perfect.
It is a skill that needs to be worked, and worked and worked. This should not stop us from trying our best to improve. Composing a story, like the one you have begun here...does take a lot of time. This I know very well. But splitting your text into paragraphs, does not really make the writing any longer or harder.


If you are the kind of author that links to write down everything as it comes (like many of us), the spacing into paragraphs can always be done during the final revision, when you read over what you wrote before posting it here.

What you wrote so far is very good. It would be even better if you could split your large amounts of text into smaller groups, like you have done in all your other stories here ! :big:
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Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby mikeybound » Mon Jan 07, 2013 7:45 am

More?

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby jak2002003 » Sun Jun 09, 2013 7:37 am

cont...

The sounds of the isolated struggle between the two men had masked the approach of a third participant in the drama. driver swore under his breath. Then a sound of a cartridge being racked into the breach of a rifle. The curtain opened up at the back of the wagon and the old man looked up directly into the yawning barrel of the long weapon. Slowly, his eyes rose along the gun, over the hairy arms and onto the hard angry face of its owner.
“mister,” the old man said carefully, “Don’t be pointin’ that thing at me.”
“Get up very slowly,” came the composed reply in voice that brooked no protest, “and slide off the end of the wagon. Do it now, or I’ll drill you a third eye.”
The old man moved as instructed, but his voice edged upward in annoyance, “You don’t know what you’re dealin’ with here.”
“Looks obvious to me.” he expertly tapped the sides of his horse with his heels, urging him back so he could continue to cover the old man as he eased himself to the ground. He looked down at him from atop the gray horse, I came to see what you had in there and look e what I discovered. More interesting that gold or bank notes this time. “Looks, and sounds, like you’re about to kill this man.”

The old leather clad man thought quickly.. The old man stamped a foot in frustration, “Wouldn’t make no difference if I did. Reward’s the same either way. I’m bringin’ in a dangerous outlaw. The law’s on my side and this ain’t none of your damn business.”
A smile flicked briefly across the outlaws face, but failed to reach his blue eyes. “It is my business, because you’re in my territory now. And I’m the only law recognized around here.”
“All right then, didn’t mean no harm in trespassing, but it takes a day’s ride off the road to Silver Branch,” the old man sighed, “I’ll move back out across the main road and leave you be.”
Drew lay there listening. His silky satin shirt open over his smooth chest heaving up and down with the heat and effort breathing through the gag.“That’s not going to happen.” he shifted his weight, threw a denim-clad leg over the pommel of his saddle and slid expertly from the horse. The rifle did not waver. “Take off that gun belt, slow, and drop it to the ground.”

The old man complied, signalling his anger by flinging the belt heavily to the ground. The robber jerked the rifle barrel and said, “You move over next to that poplar tree and stand real still.”
Keeping an eye on the old man, who was now about twenty feet from his dropped gun, the outlaw lowered the rifle and slid backwards onto the wagon bed. He balanced the rifle in easy reach across his knees and looked into the face of the bound and gagged cowboy. His sexy tight faded Levis stretched dusty over his big package. Thick long black belt handing down over the budging jeans.

Drew had stilled, forcing himself to listen carefully to the exchange. He had swallowed his disappointment that the newcomer was not the law and begun, almost instinctively, to seek an advantage. The outlaw who looked down at him could have been any age from 25 to 35. His dark face with its even features gave few clues to his age. Drew thought he could detect compassion in his clear blue eyes. He slowly rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, trying to indicate that he wanted him to remove the gag. He knew he would have the advantage over the old man if only he could talk to this outlaw – make him realise he had been kidnapped..

Looks like you got this fells bound pretty tight here mister. A hand slowly reached for Drew gag. Drew felt relief welling in him and turned his handsome gagged face up towards the hand in anticipation.

WAIT A MINUTE the leather man spoke. The had paused inches from the gag. Mrrphh mrphh. The outlaw clamped a hand over the gagged mans gagged mouth. Shh a moment fella. IVE GOT A PROPOSISITION FOR YA. You let me be on my way with this outlaw and I’ll give you the gold that stashed in the back.

'well this fella must be worth something mighty fine for you to offer me that... may be i'll take the gold and this fella myself and clain the reward also' .
'' Ah you can’t do that. You are a wanted fella yourself. The law is looking for outlaw like you. You will end up with no reward and in a cell''. The man thought.
'' Ok mister where is the loot''. Mrrphh drew shook his head desperately.
Both kidnapped cowboy and the robber did not notice the driver sneaking up behind them. Suddenly the outlaw was knocked unconscious by the barren of a gun at the back of his skill. COME ON LETS GET GOING, WE WASTED ENOUGH TIME HERE. Drew sobbed into his tight gag as the leather clad old man closed the rawhide curtain on the back of the wagon and climbed up next to the young boy driver....... the wagon started again.

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby Cowboy » Wed Jun 19, 2013 12:13 pm

Please continue ;-)

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby jak2002003 » Fri Jul 05, 2013 7:09 am

After what seemed like hours the wagon finally draws to a halt.
'guess we have arrived' grinned the leather cowboy looking down at his tightly tied and gagged hostage.

They jump out of the back of the wagon and Drew again struggles in vain in his bindings, getting his light faded tight Levis dusty and dirty on his crotch and buttocks. The old leather clad guy grinned 'time to say goodnight my boy',
and he blindfolded Drew tight with a black silk bandanna as the sexy bound cowboy whimpers into the gag.

Then Drew felt the rope binding his ankles and knees being cut. Then the slip not around his neck. 'GET THE FUCK UP COWBOY' !
Then the two guys pull him out
'get this fucker inside quickly', orders the old man to his helper...

But Drew cannot walk, his legs are numb from the ropes and he stumbles and falls several times. 'Oh, what are you doing boy, leave it to me as usual'.
The leather guy swings his bound, blindfolded and gagged cowboy over his shoulder and carries him into the dark shack, his Levis booted legs weakly kicking. A leather gloved hand high up inside the thighs of his jeans to hold him in place over the leather guys shoulder.

It’s dirty and dark in the run down wooden shack, the windows are all boarded up with wood. The heavy wooden door is slammed shut and locked, and drew is forced onto an old heavy wooden chair.
The young lad lights a lamp hanging from the ceiling and it casts a dim light in the cabin, making Drew’s satin shirt Blindfold and silky gag shine. He has rope rapped tightly around his strong chest fastening him to the char. His shirt has come unbuttoned in his struggles and opened out, showing his slightly hairy chest, and pert nipples, which are trapped between two coils or rough old rope.
Then his legs are spread wide and tied apart to the thick legs of the chair. Then more rough rope around his legs and over his dusty faded Levis crotch, squeezing his balls and cock tight.
All the time Drew is struggling in vain and moaning into his tight gag.
''your noise is beginning to annoy me boy''...
Then the leather guy pulls out another black silky bandanna and ties is wide over his already gagged mouth. Poor helpless struggling Drew. Mrphh mrphh he grunts and struggles in the chair. He strains in his bonds as the 2 men laugh.
''No good son those ropes are good and tight''. The leather guy checks Drew’s tight bindings, legging his leather gloved hands slide over the captive cowboys legs, and upper body.
After he is satisfied he gets up.

Drew hears them talking and the father gives the young lad some money and tells him to keep his mouth shut. Then the leather guy bends down and whispers into Drew’s ear. ''listen up good cowboy..,we have to get going now, but i'll be back to check on you later. you just sit there like a good young man and don't go trying to escape those ropes. UNDERSTAND ME'?
Drew nods and the guy grabs his hair and pulls his head back.
''if I see you have been trying to get away when I come back, you are going to get punished...understand me boy?''
Mrrphh mrpphhh!!!
''GOOD''. He lets go of the mans hair.
Drew hears them both leave, chaining the heavy door closed and the wagon start off into the distance.

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby jak2002003 » Fri Jul 05, 2013 7:13 am

The bound cowboy begins to struggle desperately getting very sweaty, the shiny satin shirt clinging to his muscular chest and 6 pack. The ropes rubbing on his skin.
If only he can get his knife from his back pocket. Yes. He desperately begins to cut the thick rope of his bound sore wrists. Grunting into the cruel gag with the effort.
Then he loses his grip on the knife with all his sweat and grease, and it drops to the floor. Drew murphs and whimpers in despair.
Then a sudden feeling of fear and desperation floods through is body and he frantically struggles and strains at the bindings, he yells and yells into the tight gag, but no one can hear his muffled moaning in the dark shack.
He shakes his gagged and blindfolded head to try to get the blindfold off, but again to use. His is drenched in sweat and his skin-tight jeans are sticking to his thighs and riding up his ass, also running up his big balls and trapped cock. The ropes painfully tight across his thighs and body.
The ones around his silky shirt chest and so tight he cannot get his breath. He finally passes out with heat and exhaustion in the sauna of the small shack. His blindfolded and gagged head drops back over the back of the chair.

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby ThatDude » Fri Jul 05, 2013 8:33 pm

It would be nice to see the kidnappers stuff his dirty sock in the guys mouth and secure it with duct tape

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby JHardcastle » Tue Jul 30, 2013 5:23 pm

Nice. Hope to read more

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby mikeybound » Tue Jul 30, 2013 5:34 pm

JHardcastle wrote:Nice. Hope to read more

Wanna see more from you :gag: :tied: :bondage1:

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby JHardcastle » Tue Aug 13, 2013 4:02 pm

mikeybound wrote:
JHardcastle wrote:Nice. Hope to read more

Wanna see more from you :gag: :tied: :bondage1:


I just started a new one.

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby tiedlad » Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:40 pm

This is one of my favourite stories, I really hope it continues!

Re: Kidnapped Cowboy.

Postby jak2002003 » Wed Apr 23, 2014 9:13 am

Hours passed by and Drew was suddenly awakened by cold water being pored over his blindfolded and gagged head. He spluttered and moaned into the cruel gag, that was smothering his mouth.
''Wake up boy''. Laughed the leather clad kidnapper. He slapped Drew hard across the face several times to bring him around. He pulled off Drew’s blindfold. Drew blinked and squinted up at his captor in those tight shiny leather jeans.
Its night now and the room is dark except for the dim glow of the lamp swaying from the rafters.
''Have you been a good boy while I've been away?''
Drew looked up through frightened eyes at his captor and let out a short mrphh from his gag.
The captor began checking the ropes binging his prisoner, and as he did so muttered under his breath...
''Better check you've been a good boy and not been trying to escape these ropes''.
Drew looked terrified above the gag, thinking to himself that this guy is totally crazy.
''Mrphh no mprph''. He shook his head,
Then his kidnapper bent down to check the ropes around the cowboys legs...''
''What's this?.. It looks like you've been working on these ropes while I have been gone''.
''nor mopphh' Drew slowly shook his gagged head from side to side.. hoping he would believe him.
''Yes, you have, and what did I tell ya about working on those ropes cowboy?''
''Mrphhhhh'' Drew whimpered under the gag, pleading with his eyes.
''Your going to have to be punished boy..you have to learn to obey me son''.
The helpless young cowboy began to struggle weakly and he moaned sexily into his tight soaking gag as he watched the leather cowboy pick up the black silk bandanna and raise it again to his eyes. He shook his head, but got a hard slap for it. Then he was again tightly blindfolded.
Gagged and blindfolded with shiny black silky bandannas. All the trussed up cowboy could do was mrphhh pleadingly into his gag in the hope of softening the heart of his captor.
But all the fit young cowboy moaning and writhing in his bonds did was make the leather cowboy's cock begin to swell in his tight shiny leather jeans at his helpless handsome captive. He eyed the tight faded denim on Drew’s Levis thighs, his cruel eyes resting over Drews tight faded dusty Levis crotch. The are where the cowboys balls lay was faded to almost white, and he could see the outline of the boys big thick cock laying down the inside of his ripped levis thigh.