
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….