The Bound Cowboys

[chloroboy]

Poor Jesse, he is always the one who is chloroformed

[Cowboy]

The young buck deserves it for being so dam cute!!!!

[Jack Roper]

Bound to be a Reunion

When Duke had gone to the leather bar for the job possibility he was completely surprised to run into his old college bud, Biff, who was a year younger than him. Biff was the same height as Duke, with blonde hair cut short, well built and wearing a light red football jersey with the number 14 on it.

“What a surprise running into you here!” Duke exclaimed. “I haven’t seen you for almost a year. What the hell are you doing in a place like this?”

Biff blushed and looked around at the other patrons, most of who appeared to be gay. He ran a rough hand through his blonde hair and exhaled. “Guess you know me--remember how we used to play those tie up games in college?” Duke smiled knowingly.

“Well, you got me hooked and I moved out to Reno recently and got a job here as a bar-back.”

“Hey!” Duke said, punching Biff in the arm, “That’s the job I was looking to get; you old bastard!”

Biff smiled and proceeded to finish off his beer. “Well, if another opening comes…” his voice trailed off.

Duke pulled out his cell phone. “Gotta call my boyfriend. He’s applying for a job at the circus,” as he punched in Jesse’s number. He heard Jesse’s sweet voice and sadly told him the job was already taken. “Yeah, but I’ll be back soon to pick you up,” he added. Duke hung up and turned to Biff.

“Wanna come with me and meet Jesse? I think the two of you might like getting together with some rope, if you know what I mean,” he smiled.

Biff smiled back, “Sure, I’m off work anyway, let’s roll.”

Within 15 minutes the two studs pulled up at the circus and started searching for the office. When they got there it was empty.

‘I don’t know Biff, this seems odd. Jesse told me he was here.” He tried his phone again but got no answer. The two decided to search the circus tents.


“That cowboy just knows how to get into all sorts of trouble,’ Duke grumbled. “Let’s try the fun house again…”

Biff looked over at a smaller tent. “How about that tent…must be for storage?”

The boys lifted the flap and were suddenly jumped by a bunch of goons. The surprise of being caught off-guard was too much, even with their combined strength. Biff and Duke were soon taken down as additional goons pounced on them in the dark. Their shirts were torn off and their hands were roughly roped with stout hemp and pulled up to additional rope that was wound around their chests. Both boys were cleave gagged and shoved into what looked like a bedroom and thrown down. Before they could escape their legs were identically secured, bound foot to thigh.

‘Waatthhffkkk!” Duke screamed into his gag.

“Ummmmffff!” replied Biff.

They both tested their bonds, but soon realized there was no escape.

“bring that guy in here now,” Max yelled at the goons, “and tie him to a chair so these two can get a good look at him.”

[mikeybound]

I'm sorry. I know that was a good update. But Duke said boyfriend! Did I read that right?

[Cowboy]

I'm sorry. I know that was a good update. But Duke said boyfriend! Did I read that right?

YES its official Duke and Jesse are together known as JUKE!!!! NEED more Juke!!!! LMAO....

[Jack Roper]

No escape

Jesse came to moments before a room full of circus goons came storming into his trailer. He could feel the heavy iron collar being unlocked and taken off his tired neck.

“Mmmmfffuuu!” he tried to say.

The goons simply pick him up all trussed up and carried him to the bedroom set-up, plopping him down in a wooden chair. They quickly released his wrists and removed the rope going around his chest. One of them ripped the blue muscle shirt off and tossed Jesse a tight, white wife-beater.

“Put this on kid….fast!” he yelled.

Jesse quickly obliged as he was surrounded. He looked over towards the bed and heard muffled protests coming from under the blanket. “Must be someone else tied up; they’re making the noise of two people,” he thought.

Jesse’s wrists were quickly bound to the opposite chair arms and cinched with lots of rope going to various parts of the chair, with more rope pulled around his chest, with his feet and knees bound securely to the chair legs.

A bandana was pulled across his pouty mouth and a sweaty hand went quickly over already muffled pleas. Jesse was tied up again!

[Mummyboi]

Jack there are no words to describe how great this story is.... I Feel like Jesse in that chair stuck on your every word.... Bravo

[Cowboy]

too Bbad the kid tied to the chair didt have boots on,, cowboy boots are my weakness you know

[Jack Roper]

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Room Service

Jesse could see by the cinching on his wrists that this chair tie might be inescapable. The goon standing behind him tightened the bandana that was already covering the duct tape wrapped a number of times around his mouth and head.

“Mmmfffhhh! Mmmmpphhh!” was all he could manage to say.

The guy pulled out a large white band of material and proceeded to blindfold Jesse, who followed by making indecipherable complaints: “Aaarrgghhh! Mmmppprrrgghhh!”

He heard the goons laughing and whispering something behind his back. A chill went up and down his spine as fear set in. “What are these guys up to?” he thought to himself, as he began testing the limits of the rope surrounding his body.

“Good luck kid, getting out of that. Maybe your friends over here can help you,” one of the goons said, laughing.

Jesse heard lots of complaints coming from the bed where the cover looked like it was hiding something—or someone. It definitely sounded like two guys, and one of them was clearly Duke.

“We’ll be back bois. Make yourself comfortable,” a goon laughed. ‘Gotta go get the locksmith for your journey. Stay put,” a goon added, followed by lots of evil laughter.

The door slammed shut and Jesse heard a lock being closed loudly. Even if he could escape his bondage there might be no way out of this room. He began trying anyway.

“Lord help me, please, just this one more time,” Jesse said out loud. Of course his words were inaudible given the multiple thicknesses of his gag, but Jesse knew someone was listening.

[Mummyboi]

Can't Wait....more more more

[meri20098]

Wow great continuation

[JesseGiven]

Great Story Jack!
I hope everyone can keep up!
The pace is great!

[Jack Roper]

The Blacksmith

Jesse waited long minutes for the goons to return. He heard the lock on the door being removed and some footsteps coming in around him. His fear intensified.

“You’re probably wondering what we’re going to do with you, don’t you boi?” he heard Max’s voice say. “well, besides this little profitable circus enterprise we’re running a highly profitable white slave ring too—and you fit the bill perfectly Jesse. You fell into our little trap with just one three-by-five card job offer for an escape artist!” he laughed wickedly.

“We need to get you ready as all of the other boy’s have already been shipped out. And the three of you are perfect to fill one of our latest offers. You wouldn’t believe how much you’re worth to some people. It’s going to be a long voyage for you and I’m certain you wouldn’t want to make it all bound and gagged, now would you?” Max continued.

“So, Hans here, our trusty blacksmith has a special treat for all of you, with you, Jesse, being the first up. Grab him men.” With that he felt his arms and chest being untied, as well as the rest of the rope encircling his legs and feet. Jesse was pulled down, now putting up one last ditch struggle, onto the floor, where several goons held him down, with several knees on his chest. One guy wrapped his arm around his neck and put him in a choke-hold, and hand-gagged his already thoroughly gagged mouth.

Mmmpphh, uummpphh!” Jesse screamed.

He felt his pants being removed, as well as his shoes. His boner had sprung inconveniently just as the men pulled his tighty whiteys off.

“Looks like someone is excited about his new travel arrangements,” one of the men laughed, slapping his erect cock. He felt a pair of jeans being put on his legs and the sound of Velcro securing these around his waist. A shirt of some kind was also snapped on.

“What the f..k!” Jesse thought to himself, as he strained against the hundreds of pound of men holding him down. He could hear the other two bound and gagged guys screaming furiously in the background.

Then he heard the sound of heavy chains rattling, as if taken out of a box. He could sense a heavy metal cuff being wrapped around his left ankle followed by the sound of a hammer slamming a rivet onto an anvil.

“These guys are crazy,” Jesse thought. “They’re actually riveting me into leg irons!”

“That’s right, no move kid, Hans take good care not to smash your bones. Just don’t move—or else.” He laughed. Jesse realized this must be the so-called blacksmith. This leg iron was followed swiftly by another riveted right ankle iron. Jesse could tell they were heavy—and very secure, with a length of heavy chain between them.

Soon, both of his wrists were secured in similar heavy-duty irons, which were attached to a heavy chain about three feet long, he guessed. He felt them grab his wrists and pull them behind his back, where they were locked in place with some kind of heavy padlock. His fingers touched and he felt the cold chain surrounding his 32 inch waist, completely securing the heavy handcuffs behind his back. The cuffs were unbelievably thick and strong, with barely any room to turn his wrists. “Damn!” he cursed.

Finally, he felt another heavy metal iron—a collar—being placed roughly around his neck, with a final riveting locking this in place. He tried to swallow and could feel his Adam’s apple rubbing against this monstrous collar.

Then, his blindfold was removed as was his tape gag. A goon brought a bottle of liquid up to his by now parched lips and commanded, ‘Drink, now!”

Jesse gulped the sweet tasting liquid eagerly, with some of running down his mouth onto his neck. Then, a black spandex hood was pulled over his head and snapped under his chin at the iron collar’s edge. This, at least, had a mouth hole and some eye holes, which he was grateful for.

Jesse’s gratitude didn’t last long, as a thick penis shaped gag was thrust into his pleading mouth and secured behind his neck. A wide leather band wrapped over his lips and cheeks. “Mmmppphhh,” was the best he could mutter.

They were making Jesse into a slave for sure, with no possible escape now. He felt the men lift him up and heard Max commanding: “Take him to the prison!”

[ThatDude]

Nice. I'd like to see some gags with dirty socks right off the captors foot
followed with some duct tape wrapped around. feel free to makes videos of this

[Mummyboi]

Oh my god Jack I thought ypur couldn't get better.... I was wrong ..your the MASTER!!

[Jack Roper]

Thanks guys. Here's another chapter for you.

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Biff and Duke’s Re-binding

Next up was Duke’s buddy Biff. Biff was 22 years old, just like Duke. He majored in chemistry and played on the Baton Rouge football team and was quite strong. He had not, however, had many experiences of being bound and gagged, and this one was scaring the s—t out of him. The goons plowed into Max’s bedroom and quickly untied the hemp ropes holding him in the tight frog-tie. He was no match for their collective strength though, so he simply refused to put up much of a struggle, even though Duke was yelling into his cleave gag the whole time. Biff was blindfolded through the entire re-binding process.

The blacksmith, Hans, secured Biff’s ankles in leg cuffs, though these were not as strong as Jesse’s. The riveting was over quite quickly as were the wrist irons. The cuffs were secured behind his back by a heavy padlock. He felt a heavy metal collar being wrapped around his neck and quickly riveted in place, before they shuffled him out, with multiple chains dragging. He found himself being placed inside another much cooler room that smelled of wild animals and hay.

The collar was secured to this cage-like room with a number of chains, so that he was held in place. His fear level was going off the chart by this point.
Then Biff smelled a dirty sock being held under his nose and one of the goons snapped: “Open up!” He tried to turn away from the rough hands holding his head and face in place but they were too quick. The full sock was pushed slowly past his pleading lips and his screams were quickly muffled by the dry material. He heard duct tape being ripped off a roll and the sock was quickly secured inside his mouth by multiple wraps around and around his mouth and neck. They must have gone around about ten times and there was no way to get the sock out now.

Biff heard the rattle of more chains as he tried to make himself comfortable.

“MMmmppphhh!” It was Jesse. He recognized his muffled cries from before. Biff wondered how much longer it would take for Duke to join them. After maybe 20 minutes he felt his blindfold being removed by one of the goons. He saw Jesse on the floor bound in a heavy collar, wrist and leg irons and secured with multiple chains in a fierce hogtie.

Biff could see that he was chained up to a wild beasts’s cage inside a circus wagon. Multiple heavy chains extended outward’s from his neck collar.

He watched in amazement as Duke was dragged in, struggling mightily—far more than he dared to do, and secured with many more irons, chains and locks than either he or Jesse. Duke's hands were encased in round wrist mitts, made of some kind of fierce metal. He had multiple irons around his wrists and forearms and was in a tight chained hogtie with at least three sets of leg irons too.

“S—t!” he thought to himself, as he felt himself pee in his pants. “This looks hopeless!”
He pulled on the cuffs and chains, but they were solid and there was no escape, he realized.

[Mummyboi]

I am sitting in Awe my friend .... you are the best write ever ... I'm wish I was Duke right now

[Jack Roper]

Ready to Ship

Duke had put up a ferocious fight, even though still blindfolded, once he was released from his bondage, and in the process he cracked one of Hans’ front teeth, which earned him an especially severe binding (see picture above). He heard multiple leg irons, wrist cuffs, locks and chains, followed by a pair of damn tight metal mittens. His fingers could barely move and he knew there was no way he would escape from this encasement. He felt his legs being pulled up into a tight hogtie and then the goons brought out a complex leather harness gag, which had a thick leather mouth piece inserted before being strapped in place and buckled—and locked! He couldn't see anything either.

He was carried into the cage and plopped down near Jesse and Biff and quickly secured to the cage bars with several chains and padlocks. “Click, click, click, click!” He could barely roll to his side and the gag eliminated all but the most feeble speech.

Jesse struggled in his heavy irons and so did Biff. But there would be no escape this time. They were prisoners on their way to an unknown fate. Max returned to their cell and kicked Duke in the side.

“That’ll teach you kid,” as he pulled on the various irons and chains binding Duke’s arms and legs. “Hans is not happy with what you did to his tooth, so you will be made an example, I’m afraid. Your shipment out of here starts in a little while and it will be several days before you get to your separate destinations and your new Masters. I think you boys are going to really enjoy your servitude, and you may as well get used to these irons, ‘cause you’ll be wearing them indefinitely—until you learn proper respect.”

With that he slammed the cage shut, locking it and then sealed the circus wagon door closed. The only light filtering in was from an overhead vent and some air holes on the sides, which were meant for wild animals presumably.

The three prisoners rattled their chains furiously, with lots of “mmppphhings,” but eventually this effort proved futile so they relaxed, as best as they could, in their heavy metal cuffs and collars. Eventually they all fell asleep, fitfully, and dreamt of better times-- and dreaded what they each had to look forward to with their new unknown masters and destinations.

[mikeybound]

That was fun! You can save them now...you will save them, won't you?

[Jack Roper]

Feeding Time

The three future slaves slept fitfully into the evening in their heavy irons and thick gags. Around 9 PM they heard the cage doors being opened and in walked Alex, Max’s first “victim”.

“Time to feed and water you,” Alex declared. He walked up to Jesse first, as he remembered him from his last inescapable bondage session with Max. He unlocked the penis gag from behind Jesse’s neck and withdrew its saliva laden stickiness from Jesse’s mouth. He also pulled the Spandex hood off of Jesse’s now sweating head and removed the lock holding Jesse in the tight chained hogtie.

Jesse felt his legs go out in vast relief, which he stretched to their maximum length, not knowing when they would be secured again in that or some other really uncomfortable position. The leg irons and chain rattled noisily.

“Water,” was all Jesse could gasp, and Alex held up a big bottle of Gator-Aide to Jesse’s lips, which he gulped down thankfully.

“Thanks Alex, you’re a lifesaver,” Jesse said, meaning it full well. Alex continued his chores, not saying anything, as if he was being observed behind the cage door.

“Time for some grub,” he told Jesse, as he plopped a bowl of Chile and rice on the floor in front of him, expecting Jesse to eat this like a dog. Jesse did, casting an evil glance at Alex as his reluctantly did so.

Alex continued his chores, removing the duct tape off of Biff’s face, whose cheeks bulged from such a severe gagging. He pulled the smelly sock out and Biff thanked him profusely. Alex gave Biff a long drink and also supplied him with a doggie dish full of Chile and rice. He unlocked the several chains holding Biff upright and lowered him down to the ground, to Biff’s great relief.

‘Thanks man,” Biff said, “I owe you one.”

Finally, Alex removed Duke’s leather harness gag and locks, so that Duke could finally see what—and who—he was with, not that he did not already suspect. Alex fed and watered him too, after removing the chains binding Duke in his strict hog-tie.

After the three prisoners were well fed and hydrated Alex asked them if they needed to relieve themselves. It was his unpleasant job to remove the Velcro outfits each had on, at least as much as they would require to do their business. He was very solicitous in so doing, having spent many long hours doing the same for Max’s prior prisoners.

“You almost done in there?” a voice boomed from behind the locked cage door.

“Almost,” replied Alex. “Just got to get these guys re-secured for the night.” Alex quickly replaced the Velcro pants and decided to re-position the three bound boys.

“Shit,” he said to Jesse as he examined the heavy iron collar around his neck. “That thing must really hurt!”

Jesse leaned over and whispered to Alex, “Yeah, my collarbones are killing me. Alex….” His voice became almost inaudible: “Can you help us. Please?” Alex averted his eyes from Jesse’s watery blue eyes and picked up the penis gag.

‘Open up,” he said, loudly, “and shut the f—k up!” With that he thrust the leather mass back into Jesse’s pleading mouth and snapped the lock back in place. He did, however, allow Jesse to remain at full length, sparing him a night in the hog tie position. Not that it would have helped in any escape, as Jesse was still chained to the cage bars.

Alex continued the re-gagging of Biff with the same soggy sock followed by layer after layer of gray duct tape. Biff was also tearing up as Alex chained him to the bars in a prone position, at both his collar and ankle irons.

And finally, he replaced Duke’s leather head harness and blindfold, locking this securely in place. Just then the door opened and Hans stepped in.

“OK kid, I got this one,” he yelled at Alex. Hans pulled Duke into the same constricted hog-tie he was in before, locking the multiple locks back on. “Break my tooth will you!” he snarled, again kicking Duke in his side. He brought a heavy iron collar u to Duke’s neck and locked this in place, securing its chain to the heavy metal bars.

‘Sleep tight assholes!” Hans barked, as he pushed Alex out and locked both cage doors behind him.

The three future slaves moaned and cried in their heavy metal prison irons, with escape seemingly further away than ever.

[Mummyboi]

Jack ... You make this story get better and better ... I wonder who might come to their rescue

[Jack Roper]

I wonder that same question too!

[Cowboy]

I wouldnt mind Duke and Biff rescued BUT have Jesse get taken away so Duke has to rescue his lover boy

[Mummyboi]

Or even the boys they met Camping find atleast Duke or Jesse and have lots of tape ...make a mummy of them and take them from Circus and no one the wiser

[Jack Roper]

Alex faces Max’s wrath

Max called Alex into his office to speak to him. Alex had on a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

“I noticed, boy, that you were real nice to our new slave boys. While I appreciate that, I’m wondering about now whose side you’re on here?” Max said softly but with a threatening edge.

“Well boss, I was just doing what you and Hans told me to do. I didn’t know you wanted me to be mean or anything,” Alex blurted.

“That’s OK boy. You did good,” Max replied reassuredly, as he pulled a chair into the middle of the room. “Have a seat. I think we need to do a few more ropin’ lessons, OK boy?”

Alex knew he had best comply, so he sat down while Max produced a few bundles of hemp rope. “OK Alex, let’s see how well you do with a chair tie this time.” Max began by securing Alex’s wrists to the side rungs of the wooden chair. He wrapped the rope around and around and cinched each wrist firmly. Alex tested his bonds. They were tight, as he knew Max usually made them—and how Alex liked them too.

Max continued by tying Alex’s jeaned ankles to the chair legs, wrapping more stout hemp around and then cinching each leg. He finished up by binding Alex’s chest and waist to the chair back. Alex noticed these ropes fell down somewhat, getting tighter every time he struggled even a little.

Finally, Max picked up a wide roll of gray duct tape. “Any last words boy?” he teased.
Alex started to reply: “I really don’t need to be gag….” as Max wrapped multiple layers of the sticky tape around Alex’s head seven times.

“Mmmpphh, mmmm,” Alex moaned. This was beginning to seem too much, he thought.

Max got behind Alex and placed him in a choke hold and wrapped his right hand across Alex’s pleading mouth, tightening the tape even more. “You know I can’t have any traitors here, boy, so I think we’re gonna have to make an example of you!”

Alex realized Max was going mental on him--again.

*Note: Please go to the Alternate Ending below if you require a "happy" ending. Otherwise, continue reading here.

[Jack Roper]

Final Destination

Alex was chained up like the three other lads and secured to the wagon, awaiting transport. They didn’t have much of a wait at all, as the circus was breaking down and moving out of Reno that very next day. Huge vans arrived to transport all of the tents and equipment, along with all the wild animals—both human and otherwise to their next destination—Oakland, California. The vans brought a great deal of equipment, along with the four new white slaves to an awaiting train, which left town at noon and arrived in Oakland later that day, towards nightfall.

The boys were off loaded and brought to the docks, where they were loaded into a ship headed for a Pacific Island and their new home, as slaves to several new masters. The trip took several weeks to make and their wrist, neck and leg irons kept them all completely secure from flight.

I have heard nothing from them or anyone close to them for quite some time now, so I have to assume they are now in complete slavery, serving their new “owner” well. There must be a moral to this story, and I guess it is this: don’t permit strangers to tie you up—you never know what will happen to you or where you will wind up. I have no idea if the boys are happy or miserable, but I would guess it is the latter. Whether they even saw each other again, one can only surmise.

It is a strange world indeed that would allow such primitive codes of conduct to continue. I joined Amnesty International to attempt to stop these evil deeds but they just seem to continue.

And they seemed so happy playing their innocent games.

The End

[xtc]

Thanks, Jack.
Does this mean we may now look forward to a new story?

[Jack Roper]

Dear xtc,

Yes, but as I told someone else, maybe not another "war and peace" but rather one-offs.

Cheers!

[xtc]

I know how you feel!

[mikeybound]

That last picture cements it for me. This ending is too sad! Can you please add just a bit more? They deserve a happily ever after.