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.”