By ty dehner

I look at Austin in disbelief. He builds an evil grin on his face.

“I don’t have any money, Ty has my wallet back in his barn.”

This pisses Austin off. He grabs my crotch and slowly pushes me in the dark corner of the bar. Two of his posse follow and the other goes gets some beers. I am slammed against the wall and Austin pushes his tongue in my mouth and gives me the kiss he started in the corral at the ranch. As he does he works my hands behind my back and soon I am cuffed, and he knees my balls making me moan into his lips.

He pulls back slightly his eyes looking into my mine.

“Oh, fuck boy, we’re going to show you your own private rodeo.”, he knees me again in the balls and I start to yell in pain he covers my mouth with his gloved hand and laughs. I struggle some and he smiles even more.

“Struggle cowboy, struggle. I fucking love me a cowboy that struggles and when I have you roped like a calf I am going to shoot my load all over you!”

The cowboy returns from the bar with three beers setting them on the table next to us, they sit down, and Austin has me sit in the chair next to him. Under the table he reaches over and starts kneading my cock and ball in the Wranglers causing me some pain.

“What you think boys, what should we do with our new bronco?”

“You think he would be any good in the rodeo tomorrow?”

Austin smiled at the comment Jason made about the rodeo.

“Damn Jason you are one kinky mother fucker. I didn’t even think about that, but I think since he’s new he’d be fucking perfect to use in the rodeo tomorrow.”

Austin turns to me, “Saddle you up for a ride, then tie you down for the branding.”

He smiled as fear came over me when he mentioned branding.

“You can’t do that, Ty asked for you to take care of me.”

“Oh, fuck Ty. We will be taking great care of you!”

He squeezes his glove over my mouth, smiling.

“Just shut the fuck up, cowboy.”

Austin squeezes my balls with his full grip and I bend over in pain. The other chuckle and drink their beers.

They just ignore me for the rest of the night, at times joking that I’m going to be used well. Once and a while they sneak me a drink of their beer as I remain cuffed. When they finish their last round they stand, Austin and one of the other cowboys, Conner, grab me and help me find my way through the crowd out of the bar and to their truck. I am pushed in the back of the cab with my feet quickly roped up. Then I’m rolled off the seat to the floor with Conner and Jason climbing in back to use me as their boot stand. Austin and the last cowboy Isiah get in the front and we head to their ranch.

During the ride Conner and Jason stomp me at times and I am helpless to protect myself. One of them, I can’t tell who shoves the toe of his boot in my mouth and has me sucking on it. He teases me like a baby sucking on a tit. He makes sure I know those boots have been through dirt, mud and horseshit over the week they were on the roundup. That makes me gag a bit and I am stomped more.

We must have arrived at Austin ranch as the truck comes to a halt and they all climb out leaving me alone on the floor. Shortly Conner returns and opens the door near my head. Within moments a heavy leather hood is shoved over my head. It is padded and has only a small hole for me to breathe. He laces it up tightly, followed by adjusting the straps around the hood, then adds a lock to the collar that he makes snug around my neck. He pulls me out and has me lean against the truck, leaving my hands cuffed and feet bound in rope. Pulling down my Wranglers he finds my hard cock and he slaps if a few times as I moan in the hood. This brings down my hard on and soon he is fitting me into a steel cock cage and heavy weight on my balls. When he is finished I feel the weight on my privates and start to grow in the cage and feet it strain against the steel.

He leaves my pants down as he releases the cuffs bringing my hands before me. He removes the shirt and jacket I was wearing and soon I could feel the coolness of the leather and realized he was putting me in a leather straightjacket. I started to struggle and curse in the hood. A short punch in the stomach stopped me and I realized I wasn’t going to have much choice. He continued working me into the straightjacket then swiftly did up the belts snuggly locking each as he did. He gave me a few pats to test his work and show me that I was in this heavy leather for a while.

Undoing the rope around my ankles, he removed the boots I had drank piss from and the jeans I wore. Now I was naked below the waist with my locked cock and balls exposed. He attached something to the collar and soon I was being lead across the dirt and gravel to what turned out to be a barn. The worn wood was rough on my bare feet as I was lead further in. I could only smell the leather of the hood that encased my head.

He stops me and leaves me standing alone. Shortly I feel chains being attached to points build into the shoulder of the straightjacket. Conner makes sure they are secure and within a moment I feel two pressure points on my shoulder as I am raise off the ground. My feet are left dangling as I feel myself moving forward then I am lowered. When I expect my feet to hit the ground they don’t. I came to learn later I was lowered in to a pit in the barn. It was 7 feet deep and after they disconnected the chains I was to discover that it was very narrow, and I could barely move side to side. I felt the chains released and fall over my shoulder. How would they get me out? I began to struggle and yell, but I knew I really wouldn’t be able to do anything and I’m sure they were doing with me whatever they wanted.

I felt the weight on my bare feet and realized they were going to start hurting on the hard concrete. But the floor was slick, so I hoped that might help. I heard some steel door close over me and it was very quiet. I could only hear my breathing in the hood. I tried to move around but this was a tight space, I thought for sure that was just an inch from a concrete wall in front of my face.

It was then I felt something strike the hood I was locked in and dribble down the straightjacket and my naked legs. It was Conner, he was pissing into the pit. There was the sound of a few more cowboy boots and more piss streams. I could only take it as it soaked my legs and pooled at my feet. Then it stopped, and all went quiet. Based on how much trouble they went through, I was pretty sure I was going to be here for a while. As I thought more of my situation my cock was straining at the steel it was trapped in. This was going to be torture and I think Austin had me right where I needed to be.

The night was long and got freaking cold. I leaned on the wall of the hole but was never able to move more than that as it was narrow and there was no way to bend my legs to sit down. All I could smell was the leather of the hood and on occasion a whiff of piss that was making my bare feet very cold. I wondered when they would return because I was truly in bondage as I wanted out. My cock was limp in the cage even when I would struggle a bit in the straightjacket. It was uncomfortable with the weight of it tugging on my balls.

I might have dozed off a bit at times for at one point I was awaken when I heard the steel that covered the pit being moved and something working to get the chains that were disconnected last night. I realize they had a pole with a hook on it and they eventually got both chains and must have hooked them to the winch for soon I was being lifted out of the pit. I could feel warmth of the barn I was in and rough leather gloves were grabbing me to slide across and to the floor where I stood, naked and exposed.

Who ever was taking me out of the pit didn’t talk so I really didn’t know it was. Soon the leather straightjacket and chains were removed, and I was more exposed. Rope was wrapped and tightened around my wrists. I was then led out of the barn and outside where I was walking barefoot on the dirt. After a short while I was stopped and gently pushed against standing log. My hands were strung up over my head and I had to stand on my tiptoes. The rough leather gloves started to stroke my body slowly and gently.

“I’ve been wanting to get you alone since I first found you yesterday. You’re a fucking hot cowboy and you need to be used.”

Damn it was Austin and he kissed my chest with his soft warm lips. My cock started to grow in the cage and I knew I would be feeling that damn thing if he kept this up.

“Its just you and me boy.”

His gloved hand grabbed my tits and twisted them, and I moaned in the hood. After twisting them he took them in his lips and sucked on them for a while before he started to chew on them. I struggled in the bondage, trying to get on my feet. He stopped with my tits and start kissing my hood covered lips as his hand gripped the back of my head and kept me close to him. Damn how I wish I could taste his lips and bring them to mind. His other hand would fondle my balls and caged cock while his boot would apply pressure on my bare feet.

I was cold outside, but I could feel the warmth of the rising sun on my skin as Austin was warming my body with his sensual touch. He moved his hips to my body as his gloves and lips worshipped me. The roughness of his work gloves followed by the warmth of his lips and tongue drove me to squirm in the bondage. He would discover ticklish spots under my arms and on my sides and focus his attention there. He would quietly remark how he liked my ticklishness. Then he would fondle my balls again or twist my tits.

When he discovered me yesterday I could have never expected this man to know how to handle a captive so expertly. I was weak and falling for him with every moment he controlled me. He stopped and soon he was working the cage of my cock. As the steel fell to the ground my cock jumped and moved against his leather chaps. I never saw Austin in his riding gear but only could imagine him in his chaps and boots.

As I was day dreaming my cock was warm and smooth as Austin took it in his mouth and started to make love to it. As a submissive it was rare to feel this joy and Austin was an expert. Gently and slowly he toyed with it with his lips, tongue and at time taking it all in his throat while moaning to add more feeling to it all. I was hard as fuck like this as his tongue would slip into my piss slit and provide a sensation that I rarely have felt. My body quivered with joy as he reached up with his work gloves and started twisting my tits. He was increasing sensation to this boy he has roped to a corral post on his ranch. The leather hood kept me silent and blinded, but my sensations and dreams of Austin were filling my visions.

He was working me hard yet so gently. He started to take my cock in and out to make the feeling so joyful and I was growing in the need to release. I was helpless with my hands roped above my head and a leather hood locked on my head. I could feel his leather chaps on my naked legs and his knees keeping my feet in place as I felt his beard and mouth on my cock and balls. His gloves were now stroking my body and at times gripping my ass as he squeezed them. I knew he could tell I was getting close as I would start thrusting my hips and he would push me back against the pole. I was getting close as I could feel that sexual feeling filling my body and I pushed against his throat about to shoot.

That is when he pulled off me and his glove slapped my cock and I came out of my dream state and felt the pain. I yelped in the hood and there was no more touch from him. I kept thrusting, but it was gone, that feeling was on the edge and then nothing. I stopped breathing in the hood in hopes to hear Austin. There was nothing. I feared I was alone again tied to a post on the ranch in the middle of Montana.

 

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. As a special treat to Metalbond readers, ty has written brand new chapters of this story! Thanks ty!

The entire story is copyright © 1999/2018 by ty dehner. Posted here with permission of the author.