By ty dehner

The drive to the bar uneventful, watching the empty landscape pass by lit by the full moon. When I adjusted in the seat I could feel the piss slosh around in my boot. On occasion Ty would reach over and rub the Velcro sharply into my tits. He explained that the bar is not a gay bar, but some of his gay buds hang out there as well as his straight friends. He thought it would be crowded with the rodeo in town.

We arrived at the bar that looked busy. As we parked I commented on being thirsty and was glad to be at the bar.

“The boot,” said Ty wryly.

i questioned him and he told me to drink the piss that is in my boot. Carefully I worked it off my foot getting a good strong whiff of the smell as it approached my lips. Laying the leather boot shaft on my lip, i poured the warm piss down my throat. Feeling very humble, Ty chuckled as I finished it off.

“Don’t worry I will fill it up later, boy.”

i slide the boot back on my foot. As i climbed out of the truck, Ty came around to my side of the truck and grab my shirt as my boots hit the dirt. He pulled me closer and gave me on sloppy tongue filled kiss. As he pulled away, i stared straight into his blue eyes.

“You’ll get more like that when we get home.”

Ty shoved me forward and slammed the truck door as we headed into the bar.

Entering the bar was a sight beyond belief! If the gay community discovered this place there would be a week-long orgy going on! Wranglers, boots, spurs, big silver belt buckles, cowboy hats, leather and lots of men everywhere! All i could think of is that i would be kept busy for months having to take care of the boots of all these cowboys! Of course, being with Ty made me feel great because in the end he was the hottest guy in the bar. He asked if i liked and i nodded my head yes.

We made our way to the bar to get some beers, then Ty led me to a spot opposite the bar. As we sipped on our beers, he shared with me tales of some of the patrons in the bar. It was a very relaxing moment.

While enjoying the sights of the bar, i spot a familiar face coming into the crowd. It is the cowboy that toyed with me on the post, followed by his other buddies. i lower my hat to cover my face and keep an eye on them. Stopping at the bar, they order their beers and then the cowboy spots Ty and the group of them head to our location. As they started talking to Ty they never let on that they had found me or what they did to me. Ty introduced me as a friend in town to watch the rodeo. As Austin, the cowboy, shook my hand he gripped it very firmly and his eyes let me know that he was very aware of me.

We all talked about the rodeo, trucks and i learned about their lives out here in the mountain plains. i was never sure what type of relationship Austin has with the other 2 guys in his posse. I did learn that Austin bought the ranch next to Ty’s 3 years ago after retiring at 29 from a computer company. He went into rodeo after meeting Ty. While discussing the rodeo i noted that i enjoy the calf roping. Ty winked at me, knowing my love of bondage, the others laughed knowing how the first encountered me.

Our conversation was interrupted when Ty’s cell phone went off. He couldn’t hear the person on the other end in the bar, so he headed outside. Austin and his posse moved in closer around me.

“We meet again.” He presses against me, reaching down and squeezing my bound cock and balls. He likes seeing me squirm.

“So, Ty has them tied up tonight, huh?”

i nod.

“Damn I enjoyed you today! And seeing your mouth free right now, I would love to put it to good use.”

He lets go of my cock and balls and stands back as Ty returns. Ty is pissed as he must travel to see a client from his law practice in Kalispell who is in jail. He has to leave tonight. He offers to take me back to his place and hang out until Sunday when he returns.

Austin suggests that he take care of me. my dick grows with the mystery that is Austin and what he means by take care of me. Ty thinks it is a great idea, and heads out. Austin looks at me, “Get me another beer.”

“i’m not your slave.”

Austin draws closer, stepping on my boots.

“Fuck, shithead, you’re mine. Ty is nothing compared to me. Now get me a fucking beer or you’ll find my boot firmly planted in your ass!” With that he spits in my face.

 

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, ty dehner, for this story!