By Mister-X/Spartan

Finally one of the guys came up to me and took out my gag. Before I could say anything he said, “Where have you taken our cattle?”

I replied, “If you trace whose car that is you can find out who’s doing this. It’s not me.”

That stopped them. Finally one of them said, “Clem, you stay here with this guy and we’ll go find out whose car this is. In a place this small someone must know.”

So I was kept there, sitting on my horse with that noose pulled tightly around my neck. Clem was the guy who first had made the remark about hanging me. After the others had left, I looked at Clem and saw him get a gleam in his eye. He first gagged me better. Then he went over to the other end of the rope, undid it from the trunk, and pulled it tighter. I was barely able to sit in the saddle it was pulled so tight. I was making noise into my gag.

He then came back over to his horse, got back on, and reached down to start stroking my cock. I hadn’t realized in all this that it had gotten hard and erect. While he was doing this, Clem looked me in the eye and drawled, “It’s going to be a little while before the others get back, so we may as well have ourselves a little fun. I just hope nothing spooks that horse of yours. That would be mighty unfortunate.” He started chuckling at that thought. I was sweating bullets at that thought.

The sun was beating down on me. They’d removed my hat to put the noose around my neck and never put it back on. My freshly laundered bandana wasn’t around my neck, since it was holding my gag in. Being in that shirt, tie and leather jacket and chaps, I was about as hot as I’d been since I’d gotten to this ranch, which is saying a lot. There wasn’t anything I could do but just wait and sweat. My immediate concern was what this guy was going to do to me.

Clem said, “That’s a mighty fine shirt and tie you’ve got on. You’re at least wearing your finest for when you hang. But that tie has gotten a little loose. You wouldn’t want to look less than your best. I’d better tighten it for you.” I felt him yank the front part down to make the knot very tight. Then I felt him yank the back part to send the tight knot deep into my neck. I started choking. I heard him chuckling when he saw that I was having trouble breathing.

“There. That’s better. Now you look right proper. And you might as well get used to what’s going to happen to you when we hit your horse and you drop with that rope around your neck. Since it’s so tight, you won’t break your neck. Instead, you’ll slowly strangle. It will take some time. I’m going to enjoy watching your struggles as you desperately try to get some air into your lungs, but aren’t able to.”

As he was talking I’d been trying to get my hands loose from the ropes tying them, as well as the rope that was encircling my arms, which the other rider had just dropped, so it was getting loose. I didn’t trust this guy to keep me here while the others found out that it wasn’t me whose car it was. Clem saw me trying to get the rope loose and shifted his attention to it. He first checked the ropes tying my wrists together. Then he put his attention to the rope encircling my arms and chest. He decided to pull that one as tight as he could get it, then started wrapping it around and around my body more times, finally tying it to the original knot at the back. My arms were now tightly confined to my sides.

This done, he looked at the rope tying my wrists, loosened the outer part, yanked it as tight as he could get it, the rope burning my wrists as it tightened, then tied it tightly more times. He was able to get it so tight that he got another loop made. The rope was now starting to cut off circulation to my fingers.

“Wouldn’t want you to get loose. Need to have you kept here nice and tight until the rest of the guys come back and finish the job. Just between us, I rented this car and trailer. But I put them in your name. I got your driver’s license when you were sleeping and used that for the identification. So when the guys finally find out whose car it is, they’ll find your name. There’s no way to prove it was me. You’re going to hang. I’m looking forward to this.”

I realized that I’d been set up and started yelling into my gag. Clem started laughing when he saw my reaction. He started stroking my cock again from outside my pants. I was squirming to get away from his gloved hand, but all that did was make the noose tighter around my neck. I was wondering why he picked me for his fall guy. I looked at him questioningly. Almost reading my thoughts, he said, “I needed them cows to pay off a gambling debt. When you got here I decided to make you the fall guy, since this started with your arrival. It’s worked perfectly. I got nothing against you, but I’d rather you hang than me.”

Clem noticed that I was starting to get the wadded up bandana out from around the tied one, and he reached around behind my head and started pulling the tied one tighter before tying it off. He also reached into his back pants pocket and pulled his out, folding that nicely starched bandana carefully, then tying it tightly over my mouth and head as well. Now my jaw was starting to hurt. He came around to the front and looked at my face. He yanked the back of my necktie tighter. After doing this, he started smoothing my collar so it didn’t show any wrinkles at the top. Then he zipped up my leather jacket all the way up to my chin, which took some time to do under that tight rope. “Need to have you look your best for when you hang. It shouldn’t be too much longer.” I was starting again to have labored breathing from the tight necktie, and tight gag, and the tight noose. I didn’t see any way I was going to get out of this. But why this guy wanted me to be as miserable as possible until I hung is something I didn’t understand. I figured he was a dedicated sadist.

I saw Clem look down at my crotch. I realized that my cock was as hard as it had ever been while here. I was actually getting off on this. I’ve always been turned on by bondage, but I didn’t realize that being in this noose with the thought of being hung turned me on as well.

Clem opened up my jacket and shirt down to the rope and started lightly running his fingers over my nipples, which the rope under them had pushed up. I started shivering involuntarily from this. Clem chuckled. Then he started pinching my nipples. This got a different reaction. I gasped into my gag. He grabbed them and started twisting them between his fingernails. This brought a yell into my gag. Again, Clem chuckled. He finally said, “Under other circumstances I would enjoy playing with you. I’d like to show you what real pain is like. I doubt you’ve ever experienced real pain before. Judging by your cock’s reaction I bet you’d get off on that. You seem like a hardcore masochist. I haven’t had one of them to play with in several years, not since your roommate and I had fun with a schoolmate of his.”

That got me wondering more about this guy. And just before I’m to die I found out something more about myself. I’d been wondering about my sexual turn-ons. This guy seems like someone who could find my buttons and press them to get me going. But it’s a little late for that.

It was another couple of hours before the others returned. He’d closed my shirt and jacket again. I had gotten really hot in that baking sun with all the clothes on. The lead guy rode up to me and said, “I don’t understand why you told us to check on your car. You had to know that we would find out that you were the one who rented it. Well, I guess you saved yourself another couple of hours of living, but you just convinced us without any doubt that you are the rustler. So, guys, let’s get on with it.”

He stepped back, as did Clem, and they were about to hit the rear end of my horse, when we could hear someone else galloping up. Clem said, “Oh for Christ sake. What does he want?”

I heard my roommate’s voice say, “What’s going on?”

“We found this guy next to the fence break with a car and trailer with one of your cows inside. He’s the rustler. He told us to wait until we found out who the car belongs to, and we found out that it’s rented to him. So we were going to show him how we treat cattle rustlers.”

“No! Let the law take care of it. You’ve got enough evidence. You can’t hang him out here like they did in the old days. You’ll all get put in jail if you do that.”

“Who’s going to tell them?”

“I will.”

“Damn it! It’s your cattle that have been rustled!”

“I still believe in letting the law take care of it.”

“Shoot. Oh, all right. We’ll take him out of the noose and you can take him back and give him to the sheriff to hang.”

Soon the noose was off from around my neck, and we were all riding back to the ranch house. I’d gotten another reprieve. My roommate was on one side of me and Clem was on the other. They were going slower and soon we were a ways behind the others. After a few minutes, my roommate quietly said to Clem, “Oh, what about the car and trailer, as well as that cow? We’d better return them to that rental place after taking the cow out. Clem, why don’t you take care of doing that.”

I started making ‘mmpphh’ sounds into my gag when I heard that. My roommate looked at me and smiled. Then he turned to Clem and said, “Did he react as we thought he would?”

Clem responded, “Yup. He’s a born class A-1 mass-o-kissed. We’re going to love playing with him this summer.”

That’s when I started to realize that the whole thing had been some elaborate hoax to confirm what they’d figured out about me. But I also found out something about myself, as well as my roommate. Clem split off and rode back toward the car and trailer with a big smile on his face. My roommate sped up a bit, continuing to ride back with me with a big smile on his face. I still had my hands tied behind my back with a rope around my arms and shoulders, and was still gagged. And the other ranch hands still thought I was the cattle rustler and wanted to hang me.

We caught up with the others. Half-way back to the ranch house, my roommate asked one of the other riders, “Did you bring the noose rope along?”

“Yup.”

“Let’s set it up in the barn. We’ll keep him there and make sure he can’t get away. Clem and I will deal with him all this summer. That should be plenty of punishment. We can’t let my folks know, and the barn should be perfect, since they never go in there.” When he talked about Clem and him dealing with me, he winked at the others, and I saw them start nodding their heads up and down, angry looks still on their faces. I could read their thoughts. They knew what Clem and my roommate could do. They figured this would be worse than hanging.

I realized that my life was going to take a dramatic change from now on. Besides this summer, my roommate and I are set to room together at college when it starts again in the fall. When I started thinking about all this I looked at my roommate, and he looked back at me with a sadistic smile which kept getting bigger and bigger. I also noticed a bulge starting to appear in the front of his pants. At that sight, combined with the thought of what was in store for me, I finally shot my load.

 

The End

 

Metal would like to thank Mister-X/Spartan for this story!