The Bound Cowboys

[Jack Roper]

Early Riser

Jesse woke up early in the hotel, tried to move but suddenly remembered Duke had tied him up the night before. His hands were ensnared inside a mound of thin hemp rope, which chafed at his wrists somewhat. His feet were hogtied to his hands and his elbows were bound tightly behind his back and around his now heaving chest. He tried to say something but the knotted cleave gag between his teeth prevented all but the softest protests. He was blindfolded too, as all was in blackness except for a sliver of daylight.

He rolled around and realized he was on the floor in front of a small heater. He could not hear Duke anywhere and began struggling furiously, which only seemed to make all the knots get tighter. “Damn,” he thought, “that Duke is getting better and better at binding me!” He tried rotating his wrists in the hemp and searching for a knot—any knot, but no such luck.

His ankle rope around wouldn’t budge as he struggled. There was even rope around his knees and his big toes were tied together too. He tried getting onto his back but this just put added pressure on his wrists and elbows, so he rolled onto his left side again, and then onto his stomach. His manhood was at full attention and felt crushed when he did this. “Ahhh,” that almost feels too good, he thought. He continued rolling from side to side and then onto his stomach, squeezing his cock in his tight jeans, feeling glorious pulsations gathering each time. He didn’t want this to end, so he rolled back onto his side to prevent having an orgasm.

[Mummyboi]

Jack I can't believe you keep getting better and better ... I am totally hooked and yours

[Mummyboi]

Hopefully cleaning staff or room service find Jesse first

[Cowboy]

what happened to his boots???

[chloroboy]

Your story is BRILLIANT. Please continue!

[Jack Roper]

Thanks guys...I really appreciate your comments and encouragement, even if I can't always follow all of your suggestions. here's another chapter.

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The Vagabond

After checking out of the Bates Hotel (no, not that one!), Jesse drove the 80 or so miles to Reno the following morning —the boy’s original destination. They decided to stop for lunch at a place called the Vagabond Restaurant. Duke had on a plaid cowboy shirt, brown wide belt, tight faded blue jeans, black cowboy boots and his cream colored cowboy hat. Jesse was wearing a dark blue cowboy snap button shirt, his tight blue jeans, brown boots, wide belt, a loose fitting red bandana around his neck and his black hat. They plopped down in a comfortable seat near the front entrance and ordered a big lunch, since they didn’t have much for breakfast.

“I’m starved!” Duke said, “I could eat a horse.” He smiled at Jesse, who had been left tied up most of the previous night, although Duke had loosened his hogtie so he could get some sleep.

“I don’t know, Duke, I’m a little stiff from last night, ya know what I mean.”

Duke had slept very well and hadn’t noticed Jesse complaining until the sunrise. “Sorry bud, my snoring was probably getting to you.” He smiled with a wicked grin.

“More like your tight knots, bro,” Jesse complained. “My whole body feels stiff, except, you know, that massage you gave me this morning…uummmm!”

Duke, ignored his buddy with a little smile on his face, and looked up at the community bulletin board above their table. “Hey, look at this,” he said, pulling down two of the 3 x 5 cards and reading them aloud to his partner. “’Reno Circus, Inc. seeks Escape Artist for main show. Good pay, travel options, call 555-1617, M-F between 9 & 5.’ “Looks like a job right up your alley Jess.”

Jesse grabbed the card and checked it out carefully. Meanwhile Duke read the second card, which was another job offer: “Reno Leather Bar—seeks maintenance man—apply at…” and he read a local address off in a murmur. “Sounds like something I could handle maybe. Why don’t we check these jobs out since we are kinda short on cash now?”

Jesse looked dubious. “I don’t know about escape artist stuff. You remember what happened last time with Buster…and last night when you tied me up and I couldn’t escape!”

Duke frowned and dismissed Jesse’s complaints. “Nah, you’d be perfect for that job, I’m certain. Why don’t you give them a call and check it out right now. Jesse grinned, seeing the twinkle in Duke’s eyes that melted his heart, so he picked up his phone and made the call. Duke did the same with his possible job opening.

Jesse beamed and said: “They want to interview me this afternoon. Whadaya know!” Duke smiled and reported that he was going for an interview too.

“Looks like we might have some money rolling in soon,” Duke said, not willing to tell him he had borrowed several thousand dollars from Buster just before Buster left for Europe. They decided to get a room for the night at the Vagabond Inn next to the restaurant. It was cheap and close to everywhere they would be headed.

After unpacking their stuff Duke offered to drive Jesse to the circus, a few miles west near Sparks, Nevada, to drop him off and then head out to the leather bar. They agreed to reunite later that afternoon.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have made these two interviews at almost the same time,” Jesse said, as he looked out the window at the large circus tent just off a dirt road and parking lot that was still under construction.

“No problem,” Duke offered. “Just call me when you’re done and I’ll come on back as soon as possible. Good luck,” he said as he leaned over and kissed Jesse and caressed his hair. “You’ll do great. Don’t worry. OK?” He plopped his cowboy hat back on his tousled hair.

“And good luck to you too…and watch out for those leather queens. I don’t want you messing with them!” Duke laughed at that, realizing it might be a real temptation in a leather gay bar. He dismissed the thought and told himself he wouldn’t do any such thing as long as Jesse was in his life—except maybe some interesting three-way. He watched Jesse walk into the circus office, waving to him, as he drove off in a pile of dust from the dried out Nevada road.

[random]

Love it. Please don't stop.

[chloroboy]

Can't wait for those auditions

[Jack Roper]

The Audition—

Jesse walked up to the trailer that functioned as the office for the circus and entered, knocking the dust off his boots. The trailer had several rooms and an Asian guy named Brandon greeted him as he entered.

“Hi, are you one of the applicants who called?” he said, smiling. Brandon was about 5’6” tall and weighed maybe 150 lbs. He had short, straight black hair and was wearing a rodeo shirt, faded blue jeans, boots and a ready smile. Jesse liked him immediately.

“Yeah, I called about the opening you have for the escape artist. My name’s Jesse. Hope you haven’t filled the position yet?” he said.

“Well,” Brandon said, “there is another guy being interviewed right now by the boss, but he might want to see you now. Let me ask him.” Brandon knocked on the door gently and swiftly disappeared. The loud air conditioner prevented Jesse from hearing much beyond some murmurs. He came back out in a few minutes and said: “The boss said why don’t you put on one of the costumes and then he’ll see you in a few minutes when you’re ready. You can use the other room. You’ll find lots of clothes, some of which should fit you. Here’s a picture of what we’re looking for,” he said handling Jesse a glossy 10 x 12 photo.

Jesse stared at the picture of a young guy, well-built, who was wearing black leather pants, black boots, a black belt and leather wrist bands on each of his biceps, showing off his muscles. And he was not wearing a shirt, which showed a nicely defined six-pack. Jesse felt intimidated but slowly entered the small adjourning room while Brandon smiled back at him and went back to his computer work.

The large closet had lots of different clothes, including leather shirts, jackets, pants, many different boots and cowboy hats, so Jesse had his choice. He checked for his size and stripped down to his jock strap, placed his clothes in a neat pile and tried them on. He finally found a pair of leather pants that fit him like a glove, causing some arousal in his groin as he forced the zipper closed over his growing manhood. He picked out a studded black leather belt, two inches wide, and a nice pair of sleek cowboy boots, black with stitching on one side. He looked in the full length mirror and admired his lithe frame, still sculpted nicely from lots of recent play and exercising. He snapped the leather arm bands on, which made the veins in his arms pop out, and placed a black leather cowboy hat on his head, which fit perfectly.

“Hot!” he said to himself, placing the photo down on top of his clothes. “Here goes nothing,’ he said and stepped back out. Brandon looked up from his work and Jesse noticed his jaw drop and his eyes widen in apparent admiration. “Guess I’m doing OK,” he said to himself.

“Those clothes are perfect,” Brandon said. “The boss is gonna love that look,” as he got up and knocked on the door again. “He’s ready, boss. You want him to come in now?” Jesse heard an affirmative answer so he stepped into the second room, where a middle-age man greeted him with a firm handshake.

“Hi Jesse, my names Max. Come on in,” he said, offering Jesse a seat on the couch. Max was almost as tall as Jesse, maybe 6’1” and around 190 lbs. He was dressed like a Marine and even had those round eye glasses the military issues. He was wearing a full camophalge outfit with black boots. “You’re the second guy to respond to our little ad,” he said, pulling a blanket off an object Jesse had noticed as he came in—but this was a person. “Here’s your competition. His name is Alex.”

Alex had short brown hair and was bound with hemp rope, tied sitting on the floor, with his hands bound behind his back, his feet, knees and thighs tied, with a rope looped up around his neck, which prevented him from sitting up completely straight. He was completely gagged with black duct taped around his mouth and eyes, around his head, with more tape running under his chin. He had on jeans, a striped button down shirt, open at his chest, and low rise black sneakers. He was struggling mightily, which turned Jesse on immediately.

“He’s been tied up for 30 minutes now,” Max offered. “And it doesn’t look like he’s a very good escape artist, does he?” he laughed. Jesse walked over to examine the rope binding Alex’s hands behind his back. It was a perfect tie, with Alex’s wrists crossed and lots of hemp going around his sleeves, with many cinched loops and knots well outside the reach of his fingers.

“Nice ropework,” Jesse said. “Did you do this?” Max nodded in the affirmative.

“Yes, I used to work in the military prison system, until I got out last year. We were in charge of many prisoners in Iraq and Afghanistan. Not many good escape artists there either!” he laughed. Alex seemed perturbed by this remark and was “mmmppphhhing” more loudly now.

“How much longer you gonna keep him tied if he can’t get out?” Jesse asked.

“Why,” Max asked, “would you like to start your ‘interview’ now while we let Alex keep trying his best?” He gave Jesse a mischievous smile, which sent a little shudder through Jesse’s groin.

“Whatever you prefer,” he said, assuming Max was going to do whatever he pleased anyway. (Some job interview he thought to himself ).

“OK, Jesse, why don’t I bind you exactly like Alex here and see what you’re made of. But first, I’d like to take some pictures of you in that outfit, which, if I may say, fits you perfectly.”

Jesse was blushing as he stepped in front of a western mock up display in the corner, where it looked like Max liked to take pictures. Max pulled out a digital flash camera and told Jesse to pose every which way, sometimes displaying his biceps like a muscle builder, and other times with his arms flexed behind his back.

“You look like you’re really flexible,” Max complimented Jesse. “That’s good if you want to be an escape artist.” He placed the camera down and went into a large duffle bag behind his desk and pulled out a large assortment of hemp rope, and the black duct tape too. “Ready for your audition Jesse?”

[Cowboy]

PLEASE tell me Jesse gets kidnapped :D:D:D

[mikeybound]

This is where you left off last time you posted, isn't it? I can't wait for some new stuff!

[Jack Roper]

haha..no, this is where I left off last time. And I only put this up because Cowboy asked me too--actually he almost begged me too. Guess he needs a little roping himself!

The Job Interview--

Jesse was obviously feeling sorry for poor Alex. “Hey Max, hope you don’t mind me asking, but how long you gonna keep him tied up? He looks like he’s given up over here,” Jesse said as he watched Alex whither in his futile struggles. “If you want,” he added, “I’ll gladly let you tie me the same as that plus you can use the same amount of rope to double my escape attempt difficulty. How’s that for a deal?”

Max looked pensive behind his Army glasses. “Ok, I’ll take you up on that. But you better be a good little escape artist there Jesse,” as he proceeded to untie Alex from the tight hemp binding his wrists and legs. Alex looked happy at his sudden freedom once the duct tape was removed from his eyes and mouth.

“Thanks man,” Alex said, “I wasn’t getting anywhere with those ropes.” Jesse helped him up off the floor and Max smiled.

“Get over here Jesse, let’s see what you got,” Max said as he pulled out a fresh length of hemp rope and pulled Jesse’s arms behind his back. He wound the rope around his wrists in the same way he had bound Alex and proceeded to bind his ankles around his black boots, and his thighs and calves around the tight leather pants, with a rope going up from his knees around the back of his neck, pulling his upper body closer to his knees.

Jesse tested his bondage and sensed the roping was very well done. He could, however, still rotate his wrists, which for him was a very good sign. But the knots were nowhere to be reached, he noted. Alex watched from a chair by Max’s desk, rubbing his wrists.

Then Max startled Jesse, by saying: “OK Alex, you can go back to work now.” Alex got up and said, “OK boss.”

Jesse wondered what was up. “I thought Alex was interviewing for the escape artist job?” Jesse said. Max smiled.

“No he’s just one of our workers I need to practice on once in a while. He couldn’t escape from a paper bag!” Max laughed, as he pulled out more hemp rope and continued binding Jesse’s arms to his chest, cinching each elbow in place, then tying a rope from his wrists under his butt and attaching this to his bound boots.

“There ya go, Jesse, how’s that?” Max asked.

Jesse felt his bindings and realized Max had just tightened most of his possible escape routes. “You tie a mean knot,” Jesse offered attempting to get comfortable in his constricted ball of rope.

“So Max, what exactly does this job entail?” Jesse asked meekly, realizing he may have fallen into a trap of some kind. “I mean, will you be doing all the tying or will the audience members be doing it, like in my resume from my last job in Arizona.”

“Jesse, I see you as one of our star attractions, maybe highlighting each night’s show. And, yes, I will tie you sometimes but other times other folks will get their chance. Let’s just say, you won’t be neglected,” he chucked.

“So how much time are you gonna give me to get out of this tie?” Jesse asked innocently, expecting the worst and wondering who these other folks were.

“One hour,” Max said, as he stepped up to Jesse and produced the black duct tape. “Gotta keep you quiet, right?”

“I really don’t need to be gagged….” Jesse pleaded.

Max pulled the black tape out and began wrapping this around Jesse’s mouth before our bound cowboy could say another word. He wrapped around and around, sealing most any noise coming from Jesse.

“And just so I don’t ruin that long hair of yours…” Max pulled out a knitted gray cap and pulled this down over Jesse’s hair and eyes and finished his tie up with duct tape going around his eyes and then under his chin and over the top of his head. Jesse was in complete darkness, with sweat dripping off his naked chest, down his abs soaking the top of his leather pants. “Maybe,” Max added, “we’ll need to shave that pretty head of your soon, ok boi?”

Jesse “mmppphhh” in disagreement with this suggestion, but he was trapped again. His cock grew to full staff and was encased in tight sweaty leather as he struggled to escape.

“One hour…from now,” Max declared and laughed the wicked little laugh of his. “Oh, one more thing,” he said, as Jesse felt a pair of handcuffs snapped around his wrists just above the rope.

“Oh shit!” Jesse thought.

[Mummyboi]

Jack love love love love this story .... Cowboy has another to take his place here

[tiednw]

Wonder what the one more thing is...
Whenever Steve Jobs said "Oh, one more thing" he would reveal a new iPod or so
Wondering what Max comes up with!

[Cowboy]

haha..no, this is where I left off last time. And I only put this up because Cowboy asked me too--actually he almost begged me too. Guess he needs a little roping himself!

OKAY maybe I am a begger this story rocks my socks and go ahead rope me I DARE YOU!!!! after the picture I mailed to you it wouldnt surprise me if you did hogtie this cowboy ;D

[mikeybound]

Picture? Can I see it?! Now comes the new stuff in the story!!!

[chloroboy]

Tell me you plan to write more!

[Cowboy]

Picture? Can I see it?! Now comes the new stuff in the story!!!

It's upto him

[Jack Roper]

Here's another chapter.

The First Escape

Jesse felt like somehow he had been duped again, but he was game at trying to get out of Max’s tough roping. He had hid a handcuff key in the back pocket of the leather pants so he knew there was that way out but the ropes had him bundled into a tight ball, and the duct tape and cap made seeing impossible. “What kind of circus act is this?” he thought to himself, as he struggled to find a comfortable position to manage his escape. He was sitting on his ass but even the slightest movement made him sense he would tip over.

He could hear Max’s breathing in the background so he knew he was being watched. He had an hour so he found the best position he could—lying on his side, which of course led the ropes going to his feet to tighten considerably. He could, however, still rotate his wrists and knew that was his only hope. Jesse calmed himself and went into his meditative state of mind, focusing his energy into his silent prayer.

“Jesus help me,” he repeated over and over as he gave up all control and struggle. His fingers (or was it someone else?) reached for some rope on his opposite wrist and pulled hard on one strand, which tightened the rope on the other wrist. He hooked the rope out and over his left hand and thanked the Lord. He was on his way out. Another strand followed and soon all of the rope encircling his left wrist was off, so he proceeded blindly to remove the rope off his right wrist.

“Phew!” he gasped into his tightly gagged mouth. His handcuffed wrists made maneuvering for the key difficult and it took several minutes before he was able to extract it from his back pocket. So far it looked like Max was keeping to his word and allowing him to effect his escape so he felt for the key hole, and located it. Having studied the placement of key holes on handcuffs he knew which direction he needed to place the key to unlock the cuff, but it still took several long minutes before he successfully unlocked his left wrist. The right wrist followed shortly after.

Jesse quickly reached up and pulled the rope off his chest, down around his waist and followed this by pulling the black tape off his head and mouth, then came the knitted cap. He looked over and saw Max sitting in his leather chair smiling at him while looking at his watch.

“You still have fifteen minutes Jesse. But I must say that was quite a feat you just performed. I believe you may be the first person to ever get out of that particular tie,” Max said, sounding a bit deflated.

Jesse continued removing the rope off his legs and boots and stood up, throwing all of the rope to the floor in a tangled pile.

“How’s that?” Jesse exulted.

Max stood up and gave Jesse a hearty handshake, saying: “You’ve got the job Jesse. Of course,” he added somewhat ominously, “you will have to show me some additional escapes before we can print the flyer and posters with you on them. You should be ready in two weeks or so, with my training.”

“Will I be paid for the training period?” Jesse asked.

“Of course, boy, but just at minimum wage if that’s ok?”

Jesse looked somewhat dejected at the thought of only getting paid $7.50 an hour but he agreed saying, “Maybe I can speed up the training sessions so we can get the show on the road sooner.”

Max looked at Jesse and said, “OK boy, ready for your next escape?” as he picked up the phone and called for two of his assistants to come and join them. “Yeah, we need you to bring some more rope and supplies for the escape artist…..Yeah, I know, but we have a good one here…I think you’ll like him.”

A few minutes later two burly circus grunts showed up with more rope.

“Uh oh,” Jesse thought to himself.

[Cowboy]

it shows the blonde guy tied up in that picture is that Jesse with his head shaved?

[Mummyboi]

I love this continuation .... Excellent as always Jack ... Do we know the circus grunts??? Jesse's recent past

[Jack Roper]

I decided to move these two drawings to the story; they are just to set the mood!

[Cowboy]

What happened to cowboy in the drawing :D:D:D

[Cowboy]

Thanks guys. No, that drawing was just to set the mood a little.

Here's the other one that Joe T drew, which precedes the one above.

As for Jesse and Duke--stay tuned, as they say.

Can I see his other drawings does he have a website?

[Jack Roper]

Check out Joe T on the Internet. I believe his artwork can be found there.

[Jack Roper]

Round Two

Jesse and Max took a break waiting for the two circus hands to untangle the mass of rope they carried into Max’s office.

“Why don’t you get out of those soaked leather pants and put on some dry clothes, Jesse?” max offered. Jesse figured this was a good idea so he slipped into the changing room again and pulled on a blue sleeveless T-shirt, a pair of blue jeans and brown boots.

He stepped out and saw the two circus hands standing there waiting for him. One was bald, with lots of tattoos on his right arm, wearing yellow pants and thick muscles. The other guy was wearing suspenders (see drawing) and Max told them to show Jesse “the ropes.”


Just then Jesse’s cell phone rang. It was Duke. He answered it quickly. “Hey Duke. How did it go?”

Duke told him he didn’t get the job but he had met an old friend from college and that they would be back to pick him up in about an hour.

“Good. I got the escape artist job,” Jesse said, glancing over at Max, who was smiling. “In fact, I’m gonna do another escape right now. Come to the office tent when you two get here, ok?” Duke said he would and they hung up.

Before they started Jesse wanted to get some reassurance. “Max, is this how you expect the act to go, with lots of rope and gags and stuff? ‘Cause it seems a little extreme to me, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Well Jesse,” Max said reassuringly, “you never know what will happen when audience members tie you up. Just pretend my two burly helpers were in the audience and came up to tie you, ok?”

Jesse stared at their muscles and realized he was in for a complete roping, but decided to go along, since it was his idea to speed up his training. Besides, he knew Duke would be showing up anytime soon, or so he hoped. Duke always helped rescue him, if he wasn’t tied up himself, he thought.

“OK, but you will untie me if I can’t get out?” he asked Max.

Max laughed, an evil laugh, Jesse felt. ‘Of course, boi, you may well become my main attraction.” With that the two strongmen stepped up and proceeded place Jesse on a low wooden crate and they bound Jesse’s boots together, with more rope around his legs, above his knees. Jesse watched in fascination and the old stirring began again in his groin.

The suspender guy took a roll of duct tape and said: “Any last words kid?”

Jesse started to say, “Some water would be ni….” But his mouth was quickly enveloped in a number of turns of gray duct tape. The bald guy wrapped thick rope around Jesse’s wrists and tied his elbows behind his back with some more rope around his chest.

“Too late, kid,” the bald guy smirked. “Shoulda talked sooner,” as he laughed maniacally.

Just then Jesse’s cell phone rang again, and Max glanced at it and noticed Duke’s name popped up. “OK guys, looks like his buddy is coming soon, better get the kid outta here before he shows up.”

Jesse "mmmppphhhed" into his thick gag, wondering what was up. He was soon lifted off the crate and brought through a rear exit to a waiting circus wagon, where he was plopped amidst all sorts of circus props, signs, old posters and paraphanalia.

The bald guy reached up and pulled a thick iron collar from behind the props that was attached to a heavy chain and the wooden beam, wrapping this around Jesse’s neck and placing a heavy padlock through the hasps, securing Jesse to the wagon.

“I don’t like the looks of this…” Jesse thought to himself as the bald guy poured some liquid onto a rag and brought it up to Jesse’s nose, pressing hard. ‘Chloroform,” Jesse realized as he slowly lost consciousness and went into utter blackness falling onto some clowns costumes piled high.

[Mummyboi]

Omg ... Jack you are a master ... I can't wait to read more ... I get as excited as Jesse as he's getting tied every time I read the next chapter. can't wait for more .. I'm your junkie

[Cowboy]

Omg ... Jack you are a master ... I can't wait to read more ... I get as excited as Jesse as he's getting tied every time I read the next chapter. can't wait for more .. I'm your junkie

I"M his junkie!!!! YOU can be the junky's apprentice

[Mummyboi]

Ok we can both be his .... I'm sure Jack would'nt say no

[Cowboy]

Fine!!! I'll be a good boi this time...