By ty dehner
My dick grows a bit more, then i realize that those voices are coming closer. Are they hands on the ranch, and has Ty fooled me into thinking that he owns this place? For all i know, he is not returning. i stumble around a bit and feel the post scratch my naked ass. i figure i better be careful or i’ll end up with splinters. i can’t believe he left me hanging like this, the excitement is growing away quickly.
The loud laughing breaks my thought of my situation. They are getting closer. i now fear them finding me. What if they aren’t into bondage or gay. What if they hate what they find and decided to beat the shit out of me. What defense do i have. What if they are cowboys and what are they gonna do with this naked guy hanging from a post? i try not to turn my head as i hear their voices coming from behind me. Then it happens.
“What the fuck?!” i hear one of the voices yell out.
i close my eyes, hoping they will just move on. i listen as they are silent, only the sound of their horses as they near. i’m not sure, but i know there is more than one. i stand very still, not making a sound. Thinking that if they would just move on, i would do anything right now.
Through my closed eyes, i can tell they cross in front of me, blocking the sun. Fuck, i know they are staring at me and i notice my dick gets harder. The shade moves back and forth across my face, i don’t want to look.
“Shit, i don’t believe this.”
“Look at his pecker, he is liking this! Bet he’s a fucking cocksucker.”
This is not sounding good at all. My breathing increases as i get nervous as to their intentions. Then the sun is blocked permanently. i wait a few seconds to see if they move, they don’t. i swallow, and slowly open my eyes. Before me is a cowboy on his horse, rather close, his chapped leg inches from my face. With the back light of they sun, i can only make out the silhouette of him. i start to smell his horse and leather he wears. As my eyes adjust, i make out his worn boots with spurs. He wears a duster coast and vest and shirt under it. His black hat is a bit worn, but in good shape. His blond mustache breaks as he smiles down on me.
“Looks like Ty has got himself a new toy.” There is laughter from the others. i look around and see three other cowboys on their horses. They are all in their chaps, boots and coats. Dirty and dust from a long ride.
The cowboy nearest me pulls closer, lifting his boot to my chest and pushing me back. i swing, trying to catch my balance. The others laugh. “I bet he’s a great boot licker!” says the cowboy as i swing. He brings his boot to my face, the point under my chin, lifting it. “Is that right?” he asks as he stares me in the eye. His boot makes my gagged face nod yes. He takes his boot and rubs the sole across my face, over my gagged mouth. i take in the leathery dusty smell, how i would love to get my tongue on those boots. He moves it down my neck and across my tits, pushing on them with the point of the boot. i squirm with the pain he causes, my ass back against the pole. He moves his boot down my torso to my hard cock and balls, lifting my ball sack with his boot. i start to hump his boot, as he tries to squeeze it between my bound legs.
“Fuck he is a queer!” yells one of the cowboys.
“Hell, so are you!” answers the cowboy who’s boot i am riding.
He pulls out his boot and moves his horse around before me. He leaps down and comes to me, taking his gloved hand and stroking my face. He moves closer and closer, i can smell his sweat, from most likely days of no showers. He looks me in the eye, then draws closer, kissing my gagged mouth. Damn, i want him now, i wish i wasn’t fucking gagged! His leather gloved hands stroke and caress my bound body. i struggle in my bondage, feeling that leather against my clean-shaven skin. Up and down he moves, never taking his lips off my gag. i take in his wonder masculine smell, as he squeezes my tits. i moan in the gag and he takes his other hand bringing my lips deeper to his. He squeezes the other tits then twists them. i try to back away, but his strong grip keeps me in his face.
He moves down my body, touching my hard dick, stroking it over and over. i am so near shooting, it has been so long. Being handled by this cowboy, in site of the others. i can’t touch him, he only me. He stops and moves around to my ass, grabbing it tightly. All this time, he never stops kissing my face. i want to put my tongue in his mouth so deep. All he must do is release me, i will go with him, i will be his slave if he wants. i will be anyone’s slave if i am released!
He wraps one of his legs around my bound legs. i feel the leather from his dusty chaps, as he runs his spur up and down my skin. While not sharp, it down cause me to want to bend my knees, but when i do i pull on my wrists and can’t. At the same time, he brings his hand back to my hard dick. Dry and rough, he starts stroking it again, slowly. i moan deeply inside. He runs the spur faster and faster, while increasing the jacking of my dick. He lets loose of my face, bringing his other gloved had to my mouth and nose. He grips my nose, stopping my breathing. He jacks with a faster pace. i can’t breathe in the leathered smell of his glove, i struggle in my secure bondage that Ty left me in. The cowboy slams me against the post. My breathing deepens, i am building in my balls, i am going to finally get to shoot my load. i get light headed, not being able to take in a breath, squirming in these ropes. Closer it builds as i arch my back, he slams it back.
He releases his grip on my dick, i scream in my gag. He holds my nose a few seconds longer then also releases. i breath deep fast breathes, so near, but so far! i struggle to get out of this bondage. The cowboy, turns and climbs back on his horse. They all turn and head down the road that Ty drove the truck down. i can’t believe he did that!
i watch as they ride out of site, slowly, as the sun sets behind the hills.
The world around me turning orange, then brown, then gray. It is a long time, before they are totally out of site. As i feel my arms giving out on me, the pain is increasing as they are falling asleep.
How could Ty leave me this way! And when is he returning?! As i think about it, i catch a few lingers smells of the cowboy that brought me so close to the end. His strong hands had me, as if i was meant to be his. But i think back to Ty, and how great he looked. Now Ty is the one i would want to be doing this with.
The gray of the night turned to deep blue as the nearly full moon lit the area from above. It was starting to get cold and my dick was going to shrivel up into my ass if this went on longer. My hands were pretty much asleep at this point, my limbs certainly sore. i was looking up at the ropes that held my hands in place when a blast of light streaked across me. Then another, as i looked down the road. Soon i could make out the image of Ty’s truck. It came up the road and stopped near the house. The dust traveled past the truck and gathered around me. i coughed in the gag, as i watch Ty go into the house.
Now i was getting pissed! i am hurting here, and he doesn’t give a rat’s ass! After a while, he came out of the house and to me. “How you doing?”, is all that he said as he put a leather blindfold on me. Finally, he let my arms down, gave a huge moan into the gag.
“I know, i bet they are glad to be down. But you needed the training!”, he was serious in his tone. Of course, he doesn’t know about my time with the cowboy. No doubt he never will. He let the ropes around my knees and ankles fall free and helped me walk across the dirt to the house.
Once inside, he had me kneel before the fireplace, which i could feel the warmth coming towards me. He removed the blindfold, then the gag. He hugged me deeply, as i sank my face into his Wranglers, i reached up and hugged him back. He was right, i wanted what happened today. He knows what i want, and is giving it to me. He then hands me a beer, points to the bathroom and tells me i’m free to relax. i head to the toilet and piss, then return and sit at his feet. He sits in a big old leather chair, looking great in a pair of well worn Wranglers, brown boots, and denim shirt. We talk around things in general, some on what i was experiencing while in his bondage. It was getting later in the evening, and we were getting very comfortable. Even though i was totally naked at his feet, i didn’t feel at all shy about it. i was feeling warm, relaxed and glad to be in my position. i had been pissed out there on the post, but in the end, he knew when to let me go.
As i finished my beer, i set down the can. We talked a bit, then he brought his hand to my neck, and slowly pushed my lips to his boot. i opened my mouth and placed my lips on the leather. They were dusty and needed to be clean. His other boot was placed on my neck, as my tongue started to lick his boot. i reached and grabbed his boot at the heal and brought it closer, i was now able to show my thanks to Ty, by cleaning his boots. i tasted the leather, as my tongue deeply stroked across. His other boot guided me, across the foot, up the shaft and down again. i went into the crevasse between the leather and sole and even cleanly licked the underside. The dirt was a bit heavy where the sole meets the heal, but i cleaned it also. As his one boot shined, it was time to do the other. Moving around the foot, sucking on the pointed toe. Breathing up between the denim and leather, as he slowly helped move his Wrangler legs up. Sucking, licking, nearly eating this leather. Ty truly was letting me be who i am, freely. i know he was impressed with the job i was doing on his boots. i held them securely in my hands as i worked them, the entire time his other boot making sure my head was close and down on the boot.
When i was done, he brought me up to my knees and kissed me deeply for the first time. The warmth from the fireplace just made me warmer, as his tongue deeply entered my throat. i reached up and grabbed him, bringing him nearer. His legs wrapped around me, we tangled each other.
This night was heaven. Ty had me kneel before the fireplace, with my back to it. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from a drawer and secured my hands behind my back. My dick was dripping, as Ty took a bit on his fingers and had me clean them off. Then he brought out a pair of tit clamps and slowly put them on. i held my breath in the pain, but slowly got use to them. “i’m heading out to the bar tonight, i’m gonna change. You think about your situation right now while i’m doing so.” With that, Ty when down the hall.
i’m not sure what he was thinking or me for that fact. He is going out, is he going to leave me here alone, again. i would like to go out with him. But then i remember that he cut up most of my clothes, so that might be difficult. But still tonight here in front of the fireplace has be damn nice. i could tell he cares about me, or his kiss wouldn’t have been so passionate. And me taking care of his boots, how relaxed i felt in doing so.
Soon, Ty returned, and fuck if he didn’t look great! A nice new pair of blue Wranglers, pressed and laying in layers on the top of his great black shiny boots. A large silver buckle with leather belt separated his jeans from his white shirt. The shirt was well pressed, under his western tan and black jacket. Of course, his black hat was the perfect finish. i know my dick was growing as i looked at him. He walked straight to me, as he neared, he worked his dick out of his jeans and pointed it straight for my mouth.
Finally, i was going to get to suck him, taste him. i opened my mouth and in went his dick. Then he grabs my head in both hands, and i felt the trickle of his piss. i pulled back, but he held firm. “Better start swallowing!”, he reminded me of my helpless situation. If i didn’t swallow, i was going to drown. It was fast, warm and tasted like beer, but i was taking it down. My face smothered in his crotch, i would smell the denim, feeling the stiffness of it. Then he was done, and pulled out. He zipped up and sat in the chair. Without a word, he lifted one of his boots and i knew he wanted these cleaned also.
So, i worked my way over to him, feeling the chain on the clamps, as i bend forward to clean his boots. This was more difficult, since my hands were secured behind my back. i did my best, but lost my balance a few times. Ty helped in shoving my face into his boots. At times he would reach down and pull on the chain, i would stop licking, as the pain spread, but he’d push me harder on his boot. Soon, i was finished with his boots. He checked them out and had me work my way back in front of the fireplace.
“I’m going out tonight, what should i do with you?”
I told him i would enjoy going out with him, but that i didn’t have any clothes since he cut up my others. He went to another room and came back with some things. He removed the cuffs and let me start dressing. i asked to remove the tit clamps, which he came and took off roughly. He worked my cock and balls into bondage with some small rope. Then let me get dressed. Before i started i asked if i could piss. He left for a moment, then returned with a brown cowboy boot for me to piss in. While difficult as i’m a bit pee shy, i did so.
The Wranglers he had me put on were well worn, but in good shape. They were snug and sure showed my hard-bound dick and balls. It took a bit but i was able to adjust my balls, so they were comfortable. Next was a leather belt, followed by a brush popper shirt in bright blue and black. As i buttoned the shirt my tits were sensitive. i realized Ty had put some sandpaper inside the shirt to stroke my tits. The shirt was snug and left the paper up against my tits. i realized that i didn’t have any boots, for my others were still in the barn. Ty pointed to the boot i pissed in and told me to put in on. i noticed the boot had been lined in rubber so the piss hadn’t leaked out. i slid my naked foot into my piss, which was still warm, my dick grew in its bondage under my jeans. i pulled down the jeans over the boot top, and Ty handed me the other boot.
“You’ll fill his one when you need to piss later tonight.”, he instructed me as i slid the boot on. He handed me a blanket lined denim jacket and a bull rider baseball style cap. He nodded his approval and we headed out to the truck. Two cowboys out for a night at the bar.
To be continued …
Metal would like to thank the author, ty dehner, for this story — which originally appeared on the Ropedweb site many years ago, along with the original picture above. As a special treat to Metalbond readers, ty has written brand new chapters of this story, which will have their “world premiere” right here on MetalbondNYC.com in the coming days and weeks. Thanks ty!
