Barn Brawl Antics MM/M

[BoundInk]

Hi there

taking some creative writing classes online and thought I'd use this space as practice grounds

Flagging this as non-consensual, at least for the start

Barn Brawl Antics

“You better bring us a good one, Cody!” Lee laughed as they left the rodeo stadium and jumped into the jeep.

He was of course referring to the tribute Cody had to bring to the Barn Brawl. Cody just smiled and tipped his hat goodbye, “I got just the kid. Don’t you worry.”

He was lying.

He had squat.

Lee sped off, leaving Cody in a cloud of dust. Cody turned back to the stadium, where was he gonna get a good tribute. As luck would have it, at that moment a young man Cody had seen once or twice in town walked by on the other side of the street. Cody smiled, he jumped on his iron horse and shot off, spewing a cone of gravel behind him. He slowed down as he reached the stranger.

“Howdy.”

The guy smiled and kept walking.

Cody turned his bike and stopped, blocking the way of the other man, “I said, Howdy.”



The young man stopped, his smile faltering slightly. "Uh, hey there," he replied, glancing around nervously.

Cody dismounted his bike, his boots crunching on the gravel as he approached. They were equally tall, Cody looked him in the eye, a predatory grin spreading across his stubbled face.

"What's your name, boy?" Cody drawled, tipping his hat back to get a better look.

"J-Jackson," the young man stammered, taking a step back.

Cody's hand shot out, gripping Jackson's arm. "Well Jackson, it's your lucky day. I've been looking for someone just like you."

Jackson tried to pull away, but Cody's grip was iron. "What do you want?" he asked, voice trembling.

Cody leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over Jackson's ear. "I need you to come with me. I've got an invitation fer you - exclusive party out at the old Thompson barn tonight. You interested?"

Jackson's eyes widened, a mix of fear and curiosity flickering across his face. He'd heard whispers about the infamous parties at Thompson's barn, but never imagined he'd be invited. His heart raced as he considered the offer.

"I... I don't know," Jackson hesitated, still trying to pull away from Cody's grip. "I've got work early tomorrow and-"

"Work can wait," Cody interrupted, his voice low and commanding. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, boy. Don't you wanna see how the other half lives?"

Cody's fingers tightened on Jackson's arm, and he pulled him closer. The scent of leather and sweat filled Jackson's nostrils, making him dizzy.

"I promise you won't regret it," Cody whispered, his lips brushing against Jackson's ear.

Jackson pried Cody’s hand off his bicep, “Next time.”, and with that started walking away.

“Hmm, I like it when they run” whispered Cody under his breath as he grabbed his lasso from his trusty motorcycle.

With practiced ease, Cody swung the lasso over his head and let it fly. The rope whistled through the air, landing perfectly around Jackson's torso and arms. With a sharp yank, Cody pulled it tight, pinning Jackson's arms to his sides.

Jackson yelped in surprise, stumbling backwards as the rope constricted around him. "What the hell?!" he shouted, struggling against the tightening lasso.

Cody chuckled darkly, slowly reeling Jackson in like a fish on a line. "Told ya, boy. This ain't an invitation you can refuse."

Panic flashed in Jackson's eyes as he realized the gravity of his situation. He thrashed wildly, trying to get out of the lasso, but Cody kept the rope taught.

"Let me go!" Jackson demanded, his voice cracking with fear. "I'll scream!"

“Don’t ya dare boy.” Cody pulled him in a little more.

Jackson opened his mouth letting out a scream but before he could form a word Cody had tackled him to the ground and slammed his rough hand over Jacksons mouth. Cody scanned the street, mostly quiet. He had to act quick. He kept one hand clamped over Jackson’s mouth and his other hand produced an oily black bandana. The bandana was quickly pulled between Jacksons lips and tied behind his head, cleave gagging the kid.

Jackson struggled kicking and screaming into the gag.

Cody quickly rolled Jackson onto his stomach, using his weight to pin the struggling young man down. With practiced efficiency, he pulled Jackson's wrists behind his back and bound them tightly with the lasso.

"Settle down now," Cody growled, giving Jackson's bound arms a warning tug. "The more you fight, the rougher this'll be."

Jackson's muffled protests continued as Cody hauled him to his feet. Tears of frustration and fear welled in the young man's eyes as he was manhandled towards the motorcycle.

"Now, you're gonna sit nice and quiet behind me," Cody instructed, mounting his bike. "Try anything stupid and you'll regret it, understood?"

With a whimper, Jackson nodded. Cody grinned, helping his captive onto the back of the motorcycle.

Cody revved the engine, the motorcycle roaring to life beneath them. He felt Jackson tense behind him, the young man's bound body pressed tightly against his back. With a wicked grin, Cody kicked the bike into gear and peeled out onto the dusty road.

The wind whipped past them as they sped towards the outskirts of town. Cody could feel Jackson trembling against him, soft whimpers barely audible over the engine's rumble. He reached back with one hand, giving Jackson's thigh a firm squeeze.

"Relax, boy," Cody called over his shoulder. "The fun's just getting started."

They rode for what felt like hours to Jackson, the landscape changing from town to sparse farmland. Finally, an old weathered barn came into view, tucked away behind a grove of trees. Cody slowed the bike, and turned toward the old Thompson barn.

He stopped the iron horse and helped Jackson get off. “Now this is for your own good buddy” Cody produced another bandanna this one went around Jackson’s eyes effectively blindfolding him.



Jackson's muffled protests intensified as darkness enveloped him. He shook his head frantically, trying to dislodge the blindfold, but Cody's hand on the back of his neck held him still.

"Easy now," Cody murmured, his lips close to Jackson's ear. "You'll thank me for this later."

With a firm grip on Jackson's arm, Cody guided his captive towards the barn. The sound of music and raucous laughter grew louder as they approached. Jackson stumbled on the uneven ground, his bound arms throwing off his balance. Cody steadied him, one hand sliding down to rest possessively on Jackson's lower back.

"Almost there, boy," Cody said, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

They reached the barn doors, and Cody pounded on them with his fist.



After a moment, the heavy wooden doors creaked open. The pounding music and raucous laughter spilled out into the night. Jackson flinched at the sudden cacophony of sound.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in!" a deep voice boomed. "Cody, you son of a bitch, you actually did it!"

"Told ya I'd bring a good one, Lee," Cody replied with a smug grin.

Rough hands grabbed Jackson's shoulders, pulling him inside the barn. Inexplicably, losing the feeling of Cody’s touch felt like losing his freedom all over again. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, leather, and alcohol. Jackson's heart raced as he was led deeper into the unknown space, the sounds of men's voices and laughter surrounding him.

"Let's get a look at your tribute," Lee said.

Jackson felt fingers at the back of his head, he felt something thick and leather placed around his neck, then the blindfold was ripped away.

Jackson blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. He found himself in a large open barn, surrounded by a crowd of rough-looking cowboys. Their eyes raked over his bound form hungrily.

"Well ain't he a pretty little thing," Lee drawled, circling Jackson like a mountain lion. "You done good, Cody."

Jackson's eyes darted around frantically, taking in the scene before him. Searching for Cody. The barn had been transformed into some kind of dungeon playroom. Ropes and chains hung from the rafters. Various implements of punishment were displayed on the walls. In the center was a large St. Andrew's cross. Jackson couldn’t spot Cody.

Jackson felt a hand from behind grab the collar that had just been placed on him, "What do you say we give him a proper welcome, boys?" Cody grinned, possessively, right behind Jackson.

A cheer went up from the gathered men.

[Wedgieboy69]

Good start. I am interested to see what kind of "welcome" they have planned for Jackson.

[Bootmark]

You've got my interest. Great start!

[Paris_bondage]

Great start. I can't wait to read more of it.

[gag1195]

Like the others have said, this is a strong start! Looking forward to more!

Glad you took the plunge to start writing/sharing your stories!

[BoundInk]

Jackson’s collar was pulled down toward the floor and he went onto his knees as Cody kept pulling downward. Jackson was forced into a very uncomfortable crouch on his knees with his head pressed into the floor. Jackson heard a padlock click shut and as Cody stood up, Jackson realized his collar was locked to the floor.

The worst thing was Jacksons ass was pointing up and he felt his jeans stretched very tight around it. The feeling of helplessness overtook Jackson as he began squirming against his bonds.

This was not fun, this wasn’t what he was expecting, he heard stories about the Thompson barn parties but he always thought the people exaggerated. It couldn’t be real could it.

Was he about to disappear like all those before him.

Cody spoke up: “Well, we know the rules. No one gets to touch it until you win the duel. Who’s playing?”

Jackson was unsure how he felt about being called it, but al least people were going to fight over getting to touch him.

“I want some of that action,” drawled Lee as he stepped up. Two more guys walked forward, Jackson craned his neck in the bound form he was to see them, a middle-aged man, his hairy body dressed in only a black thong and high black boots, and an older man with a large belly, clean shaven and shiny.

Cody squared himself between the men and Jackson, he looked back at Jackson and winked, “Don’t worry kid. You’re leaving with me.” Then speaking to the room, “Lee, Ruben and Gregory. Of course, I’m not even surprised. Still sore from the last time I kicked your asses?”

“And me...” an unknown voice spoke up and a man stepped forward his face hidden behind a black leather lucha libre mask. His body oiled and shiny, his muscles looked fit and young.

“Pfff, who are you supposed to be?” huffed Cody.

The mystery man walked over to Cody, he was slightly taller than Cody, “I’m the one who dethrones you.”

There was tension in the barn as silence settled in...

Broken by the clash of a symbol being struck!

The brawl was on!

Cody ducked under the fist of the stranger and landed his own punch to the midriff of the taller man. His fist met solid muscle.

Who was this guy?

Cody felt a foot kick him backwards, he took two steps then tripped over Jackson where he was padlocked to the floor. The mystery man was on top of Cody faster that you could say yeehaw, his dexterity was vastly underestimated because of his size.

Cody squirmed and writhed under the large body, but he was pinned, it was humiliating!

Lee came flying in tackling the Lucha Libre and knocking him off Cody, who was on his feet in no time, facing Ruben. A few quick jabs, a sidestep and a roundhouse sent Ruben staggering and he stepped out of the ring.

Cody looked around, Gregory was already out. It was down to three...

Lee had the newcomer in a headlock, trying to pry off the mask. The fighter grabbed Lee by the waist hauled him into the air and tossed him out of the ring. Then turned his attention back to Cody.

Cody lifted his fists, ready to fight.

The man charged, Cody sidestepped and he smiled, he believed he had this in the bag, but he felt a hand grab at his belt last minute as the hulking man charged by.

Cody was whipped along with the man who tossed him onto the ground and planted himself on top of Cody, pinning his wrists to the ground, “Do you yield!!”

Cody struggled trying to get out from under the mountain, but it was useless.

“Do you yield!”

Cody squirmed.

“Fine.” Cody was flipped over and the man grabbed a length of rope from nearby on the floor and quickly bound Cody’s wrists behind his back.

He pulled off his mask revealing a very handsome face.

The crowd began to cheer, “Logan, Logan, Logan”

Cody cursed under his breath, of course it’s Logan. He was supposed to be out of town for another few weeks.

Cody looked over at Jackson, both their faces pressed into the barn floor.

Logan walked over to Jackson, unlocked the padlock and untied Jackson’s wrists. “You’re free to go kid, Cody is my prize, I’ve been looking forward to this all summer” Logan starts to saunter over to Cody, “I heard you have been real good at the brawls, claiming you were the best the Barn Brawl had ever seen.”

The crowd of men erupted into laughter.

“If you faced me like a man, I could have taken you!” shouted Cody, “But you had to hide your face like a coward.”

“Hahaha,” logan laughed as he headed to take a seat at a nearby table, “You know the rules boy. Get over here.”

Cody huffed as he struggled off the floor and walked over to where Logan was seated.

“On your knees”

Cody complied without hesitation.

Jackson noticed the room returning to normal, with people going back to their conversations and such, he blended into the crowd, no one giving him any heed, he removed his gag and pulled the collar off his neck.

He stumbled out of the barn ready to run away but something inside him stirred and he stopped turning back to the barn.

[gag1195]

Jackson's had a taste, and now he wants more...

And of course, the introduction of Logan upsetting the dynamic with Cody... What's going to happen next?

[Snozzberry]

That's one way to get a new slave.