By Atlanta Stud

Hogtied on the floor, belly side down and Dave’s sweaty socked big toe had invaded my mouth and along with that some specific instructions as to how part of the rest of the night was going to be spent. After a couple minutes, Dave removed his socked toe from my mouth, took his sock off and placed it right under my nose. The sweat from his feet combined with his leather boots was intoxicating. He bent down near me and began telling me things that I didn’t know this farmboy had been paying attention to over the past semester.

“You see, cowboy, I’ve been paying attention to some things about you this past semester. I’ve noticed that you often wear the same no-show socks with your sneaks several days, even a week at a time without washing them. Even saw you a couple times take a whiff of ’em when you pulled them off, you just didn’t realize that I actually saw you do it. Seems to me, cowboy, that you have a thing for sweaty socks, and feet too I bet.”

With that I shook my head no in trying to convince him he was wrong, but he continued by telling me that it was cool, because he was going to enjoy having his feet taken care of by me all semester long starting with tonight as he reminded me that the ropes weren’t coming off until he was satisfied with my work.

I admit that the socks and sweaty sneaks were a turn-on, but I never sucked on a guy’s toes or licked the tops and bottoms of a guy’s feet, this can’t be good, I just knew it.

“Tell you what, cowboy, let’s make you a little more comfortable. I’ll take you out of the hogtie position, but the rest of the ropes stay on.”

With that he flipped me on my back, sat on the beat up sofa, grabbed his beer and put the bottom of his foot over my mouth. A quick prodding with his other foot at my nuts and I did what I thought was the unthinkable, licking on an Iowa farmboy’s sweaty foot and toes, and damn they smelled great and the salty sweat off his feet and toes was intoxicating.

Yup, it was going to be an interesting semester! Apparently satisfied, he instructed me to get belly-side-down again, which I did and flipped over. The ropes were finally coming off, and soon I was free, rubbing my wrists of course, but free to get at the beer I wanted more than ever at that point.

With that I grabbed a fresh cold one, sat down on the sofa and started to pull off the boots that Dave had instructed me to wear for the rope challenge.

“Woah, woah! What you doing there, cowboy? The boots stay on, gonna make a cowboy out of you yet. Still think the hair’s a bit long, but we can take care of that. Besides, those boots look pretty damn good on you, look damn fine in rope as well.”

The last comment was said with that evil grin and stark look in his eyes. Back to some TV watching and some much needed beer after an eye opening evening, a nice much needed buzz and I was ready to rack out for the night. I again went to pull off the boots and quickly found Dave squatting down in front of me, looking me square in the eyes and with his stern voice said, “Boots stay on!”

“Dude, I’m ready to rack out. Nobody wears boots to bed,” I smartly said back with a beer-induced sarcasm.

“I wasn’t asking you to leave them on, I was telling you.”

And with the speed of a rodeo calf roper, Dave had me up off the sofa, over to my bottom bunk and flat on my back. And before I knew what was happening he had ropes going around my booted feet to the corners of the bunk.

“Boots stay on!” was all he said as he looked at me with my booted feet tied spread eagle.

“Now, if you can behave yourself, I’ll not rope the rest of you down, but boots stay on! You understand me, boy?”

Resigned to the fact that he could easily grab more rope and have my wrists tied before I could even reach one of the knots on either one of my booted feet, I responded with a “Yes, Sir.”

During the night I periodically found myself waking up, wiggling my toes in the boots, feeling the rope around them and giving them a slight tug. I found the new sensations pretty damn hot, and Dave’s more pronounced authoritarian tone toward me for some reason just bumped it up a notch.

As with any guy my age, if the wind blows the wrong direction you find yourself popping a boner. Here I was, half roped to my bottom bunk in my friend’s broken-in cowboy boots, and I was popping wood at 2 a.m. Resigned to the only natural thing for me to do, I quietly opened my fly and, well the rest goes without saying.

“Needing some help with that?” Words coming from Dave’s upper bunk.

I just froze in mid stroke.

“I said, needing some help with that? Dude, I have an older brother and we had bunks, I’d know that sound anywhere.”

In a flash he was out of his bunk and looking at the obvious situation that I was in.

“You didn’t answer me, cowboy, you needing help with that?”

“Uh, no, think I’m good, but thanks,” was all I could come up with during his unexpected arrival.

“I thought we agreed that you would behave yourself tonight, doesn’t look like you’re behaving, cowboy. But I think we can help you with that lack of discipline,” he said.

I swear it wasn’t but 90 seconds and I found both wrists tied together and secured to the head of my bunk with Dave straddling over me saying, “Let me show you how it’s done, cowboy.”

***

Needless to say, things changed from that day forward. Dave made sure that my main footwear was his broken-in brown cowboy boots that I had been issued that first night. He issued me my boot socks and determined how many days they’d be worn before washing. I frequently found myself roped and taking care of his sweaty feet in the late hours when it was time to call it a night from the others on the dorm floor. I was becoming the cowboy he wanted me to be before I knew it. And as time moved on, I found myself craving his ropes. I was enjoying being helpless and under his direction.

It was a Saturday morning during breakfast in the dorm dining room when Dave looked at me and told me that we’re “taking care of that hair of yours today.” I started to protest, but he looked at me square in the eyes and said, “I wasn’t asking, I was telling you. No cowboy of mine is wearing his hair over his ears, you’re getting a proper cut around the ears and trimmed up on top and you’ll keep it that way. Now let’s get going.”

A trip out to the barbershop and I was sporting a proper haircut by Dave’s standards, and I have to admit it looked damn good on me. We hopped back into his Explorer to head back to campus when we passed by an Army/Navy store and he made a sudden change to stop in. It was a pretty good-sized store, had all you’d expect to find there: boots, camo gear, T-shirts, old military surplus stuff, you name it.

Midway through the store we walked by a glass display counter that had several styles of handcuffs and even leg cuffs on display. Who knew that you could actually buy this stuff without being a cop? Dave asked the young guy behind the counter if he could see the set of Smith & Wesson chain cuffs that were in the case. Dave played with them a bit, ratcheting them through a few times, he had a look in his eyes. I could tell he liked them. Have to admit, they did look hot, much better looking and sturdier than the cheap cuffs I bought through mail order when I was in high school.

“Here, try them on,” Dave said as we were checking them out.

Laughing a bit I said, that’s OK.

“I wasn’t asking, I was telling you, now let’s have you try them on.”

Reluctantly, I put my hands out in front so Dave could snap them on, I figured the sooner we got this over with the better.

“Uh-uh, behind the back, cowboy.”

I knew I had the pleading “please don’t” look in my eyes, but he just looked at me with that stern look and raised eyebrows and I knew it was a no-win situation. The sooner I do it, the sooner it will be over I thought, and the next thing I knew, I found myself cuffed behind the back in an Army/Navy surplus store with a few onlookers brandishing a smile. The young guy behind the counter came around and pointed out to Dave the double-locking feature of the cuffs, how nice of him I thought as I rolled my eyes behind my head.

“Pretty sweet,” Dave said, “I’ll take them. Cut me a better price if I take the legcuffs too?”

The guy gave Dave a 10 percent discount on both for the double purchase. The young guy behind the counter told Dave to go ahead and hand him back the cuffs and he’ll put them back in the box for him.

You can imagine my shock when Dave responded with, “That’s OK, he can wear them on the drive back.”

With a chuckle, the young guy finished up the sale, and I was walking out of the store cuffed up and back to the Explorer for the ride home. I had a look in my eyes when Dave turned to me as I sat in the front seat and said, as he held the leg cuffs up.

“Bet you can’t wait to try these on, cowboy,” he said.

To be continued …