Bachelor Party Goes Off Track MMMM/MM (Chapter 3, May 27)

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Chapter 1 - Let's Get the Party Started

Luke woke up and it was obvious his head was still foggy from the night before when he had hosted a bachelor party for his best friend Dusty, who was to marry his sister. Luke realized he was laying face down on the floor, shirtless, with his arms stretched above his head. As he tried to move, he could not move his arms. He opened his groggy eyes and saw his arms were handcuffed together and behind the metal stair railing pole. Then he realized he couldn't move his feet freely either. As his eyes focused, he looked down and saw his cowboy boots tied together with rope.

Oh, yes, the cowboy boots. Flashback to yesterday evening. Luke had just showered and was looking through his closet to figure out which pair of cowboy boots to wear. He had just picked a pair of black Sendras with a pointed toe and slanted heel. They’d look great with the faded jeans and snap button western shirt he was wearing. All that was left was to pick out a belt when his phone rang. It was his twin sister Laura (who in the heck was an old General Hospital fan in their family? Luke and Laura, ugh).

Laura had called to say she was having serious second thoughts about the marriage. She was getting the vibe that Dusty wasn't as into her as he should be. She couldn't put her finger on what was wrong and asked Luke to have a talk with Dusty before the party. He assured his sister that his best friend was indeed in love with her and she just had the typical jitters, but he’d have the talk when Dusty showed up.

Luke pulled on his boots and selected a black belt with a nice shiny buckle. He wasn't a cowboy, he was an auto mechanic. But when he looked in the mirror it really looked like a handsome cowboy was staring back at him. The doorbell rang and he was sure it was his friend Dusty.

Luke returned to the present. Where was Dusty? He moved his head a bit and the room seemed to spin. But he was able to see his friend Dusty. Dusty was laying on the tile floor face down. His hands were tied behind his back with rope and Dusty’s boots were also tied together with rope. It seemed odd that Dusty’s jeans were tucked into his boots. It also looked like Dusty was laying in a puddle of water. Or maybe Dusty, who had drank more than anyone at the party, was instead laying in a puddle of piss.

Dusty’s boots? Another memory from last night popped into his head. It was indeed Dusty at the door. Dusty sure was a handsome guy and he really was at least some sort of cowboy. Dusty had spent summers growing up on his grandparents' farm where he did ride horses, feed cattle, other farm chores, and the like. Dusty was proud of the boots he was wearing. He was wearing a new pair of brown Stetson caiman belly boots. Dusty was showing them off, then said “you should see the shafts.” Dusty pulled up the leg of his jeans to show the darker brown shaft with some incredible embroidery. Luke commented that it was almost a sin to hide such an awesome pair of boots, and Dusty said “I’ll fix that!”. He quickly pulled off one boot, wrapped his jeans close to his leg, and put the boot back on and repeated with the other boot then stood up. Dusty really looked the cowboy part. He had on a cowboy hat, a brown snap button shirt, brown belt with a large silver buckle, dark blue jeans, and now his boots worn over the jeans. All he was missing was a pair of spurs.

Luke’s mind drifted back even further. It was a normal day at the family auto repair shop almost 3 years ago. He had on his shop overalls and a beat up pair of round toe cowboy boots, when in pulled an old Ford pickup that barely seemed to be clinging to life. And it was overheating. Out stepped a real looking cowboy, complete with spurs and hat. He said "My name's Dusty and I think my truck is dying. I don't know much about them beyond putting in gas. Luke took one look at Dusty and almost overheated himself. He was careful, because he didn't let anyone know he found other guys attractive.

Luke said he could look at the truck. Luke told Dusty he could wait in the waiting room or step next door for coffee or another beverage. Dusty replied he’s been driving for several hours and would love to stay and chat if he could while the truck was being checked out. Luke liked that idea a lot. They talked while Luke worked. Luke was running the family’s shop. His parents were older and wanted to retire to Florida leaving the shop to him. He was taking business classes in the evenings to handle the shop’s books. He had a twin sister, but his two older sisters were several years older. He suspected him and his sister were an accident. Dusty mentioned that he was moving from several hours away to attend college in town to finish his degree as a vet tech. He’d worn his cowboy clothes because he was helping his grandparents sell off the last of their livestock and put the farm up for sale. It took longer than expected so he never changed clothes before the trip. He had taken classes back home and was transferring to the same college Luke attended.

The truck needed a thermostat. That was the primary diagnosis, but it also needed new belts and hoses. Dusty asked for the minimum today but assured Luke he’d be back for the rest when the farm sold, His grandparents would help him through college and he’d get a part time job. Luke suggested he talk to the hardware store down the block as he knew they were shorthanded. Dusty liked the idea and joked that at least he knew what to do with the rope. Luke laughed at the comment, but it did seem at least a bit odd.

Rope? That jolted Luke back to the present. He wasn’t getting himself loose any time soon. But maybe if Dusty woke up he could shimmy over and Luke could get him free. Luke hollered for Dusty but Dusty was sound asleep. All he got for calling out Dusty’s name was a few grunts. Since he wasn’t going anywhere, he thought back about his friend over the past few years. True to his word, Dusty brough the truck back for the needed repairs and started work at the hardware store. And thanks to Luke’s efforts over the years Dusty was still driving that truck today. The guys had bonded over the truck, their college attendance, and other stuff. When Dusty met Luke’s sister Laura, it seemed like a perfect match. The guys remained friends and Luke threw himself into work to make up for the time his new best friend was dating his sister. And now they were all graduating college and Dusty and Laura were getting married.

Married? Oh yes, the bachelor party that led up to the current predicament. Luke was getting ready to have the talk with his friend, his friend in the amazing cowboy boots, when the other guys burst in the door early with beer and alcohol. It was a group of four mutual friends, and being a fairly rural area, they all were dressed in some variation of the same theme: casual shirts, blue jeans, and cowboy boots. Steve pulled out a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. “One for our prospective groom and one for our host!”, he exclaimed. The guys had no choice but to do the shots. They were then presented with a second round of shots then a third. Since neither was a big drinker, both Luke and Dusty were starting to feel the effects of the shots. That’s when Mike pulled over one of Luke’s dining chairs and made Dusty sit down.

Mike said, “We’ve got some excitement planned for tonight and we don’t want you skipping out on it.” Before anyone knew what was happening Mike had pulled out some rope and tied Dusty’s wrists together behind the chair while Steve held him down. At the same time Sam and Chris also had more rope and were tying Dusty’s fancy boots together at the ankles. Luke noticed that while they were tying up Dusty, they were not tying him to the chair. Dusty tried to protest but the guys said this was a tradition because they didn’t want the groom to run away in the middle of the show.

Back to the present, Luke looked over at Dusty again, laying face down on the floor still tied up after however much time had passed. The chair was on its side beside him. He saw Dusty move a bit and tried to call his name again but got no response. But Luke noticed he was getting a response from down below. Luke wasn’t sure if it because he was tied up or because Dusty was tied up, or maybe both, that was causing his raging hard on.

Back to the night before, everyone was calling Dusty’s name and saying chug, chug. The guys were taking turns helping the bound Dusty drink a few beers. At least the guys were smart and switched Dusty to beer – had they stayed with tequila the party would have been over very quickly.

Luke cautiously sipped his beer. The talk his sister asked him to have would not happen tonight it seemed. Dusty was having a blast being the center of attention and getting a bit of a buzz going despite the fact he was tied up. Luke let the beer loosen him up a bit and that quieted his nerves about the talk. What neither of the guys noticed was that they were drinking a good bit more than the other guys. The night wore on and inhibitions were drowned by alcohol.

At some point one of the guys said. “It’s getting to be time” and pulled out a bandana to blindfold the prospective groom. Dusty, in a slightly slurred voice, asked why the blindfold was necessary.

Sam replied, “Because we have a big surprise for you.”

Dusty replied, “Some surprise. It’s bet it’s one of the dancers from the club at the county line.”

Steve replied, “We only got the best for you. Now come on and play along. She’ll be here shortly.”

That’s when Dusty got a bit vocal, “I don’t want to see some big chested woman dancing in my face. I just don’t find that something I’d want.”

Chris replied, “Awe, maybe you’d like it better if your pretty little bride was here to dance for you.”

The next reply shocked everyone in the room including Luke. Dusty replied, “I’d much rather see Luke dance for me. There I said it. No more secrets. I love Luke, not Laura. Luke, I am so sorry.”

Luke jumped off the sofa and ran over to his friend. On the way there, he shed his snap button shirt and started dancing suggestively in front of Dusty. He grabbed Dusty’s cowboy hat and threw it on the far end of the couch. Just when it was turning into a lap dance, the other guys grabbed Luke and pulled him off.

Sam asked, “How much more rope do we have left?”

Mike answered, “I only brought one more piece of rope, but I did bring these handcuffs,” as he pulled them from his back pocket.

The guys grabbed Luke and soon his hands were cuffed behind his back and his booted ankles were tied with the remaining rope. They sat Luke down on the couch facing Dusty. Dusty wasn’t doing well. It looked like he was ready to cry.

The guys huddled in the corner and talked. Chris grabbed his phone and called the dancer. “Change of plans. We’ll be down to see you at the club in about 15 minutes.”

“We’re gonna give you each a going away drink then leave the two of you here together to do whatever it is you want to do with each other. We just don’t want to hear about it. We’re gonna head to the club.” Sam said.

With that, each of them was given another shot of tequila. Luke tried to resist but they forced his mouth open. It hit him hard. Everything was turning blurry. The guys grabbed him from the couch and put him face down on the floor by the stairs, Then one of them unlocked the handcuffs from one wrist and secured them again so his wrists were cuffed to the stair railing. Luke watched the guys exit the room, leaving Dusty sitting tied up in the chair. The last thing Luke remembered was the guys leaving and Dusty calling his name as he stood up and tried to walk over to his friend. Dusty was too drunk and unsteady, both he and the chair fell on the floor.

Back to the present. Dusty was calling Luke’s name. He’d finally woken up. Luke responded “Can you make it over to me? Maybe I can untie you. They cuffed me to the stair rail so I can’t go anywhere.”

Dusty replied, “Fuck yeah, I’m make my way over somehow. I’m so sorry I pissed all over your floor. And I’m really sorry about the way I acted and what I said last night.”

Luke wasn’t ready to bring up what his sister had told him. And he was unsure if Dusty was just drunk talking. Dusty was unable to stand. He probably might have stood a chance if he wasn’t still drunk. Dusty rolled out of the piss puddle and over toward Luke. Then Dusty wiggled on his side to get his bound wrists close to Luke. “I’m going to make it so you can see the knots on my wrists first, then I’ll move to where you can untie them.” Watching his best friend wiggle and squirm across the floor was even more arousing, especially the rope wrapped around Dusty’s boots which were in plain view outside his jeans. The good thing was Luke was face down so Dusty would never see his erection.

But Dusty’s jeans were wet from the piss and wet jeans don’t hide secrets well. It was all too obvious that Dusty was aroused as well as he rolled and wiggled over to his friend. As Dusty said, he managed to maneuver his bound wrists in front of Luke’s face. Luke could see the knots but wasn’t sure he could untie them. But he was willing to make an effort. Dusty managed to sit up with his back and bound wrist against the stair rail post. Luke could see a little and he could definitely feel the knots. It would not have been easy work had he been sober and not cuffed. But he kept working, the chain on the cuffs restricting his movement and clanking against the stair railing. Luke was certain the guys would have thrown the handcuff key somewhere before they left the apartment and if he could get Dusty loose then Dusty could find the key and get him loose. Luke was now sweating like crazy. The rush of adrenaline and his hardon were not helping. There was also the distinct odor of piss from Dusty. Luke just hoped he wouldn’t get sick from the booze or the piss smell.

For his part, Dusty was doing his best to help. If he felt Luke working on a knot, he tried to rotate his bound wrists as much as he could to help. After what seemed like an eternity Dusty said, “I think I can feel just a little bit of slack. You must be making progress.” The Dusty continued, “I’m so sorry I got you into this predicament. But the truth is that day I pulled into the garage with my old truck overheating, you were a sight for sore eyes. And I don’t just mean because you fixed my truck. It’s taken me three years to admit that I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you. I wasn’t ready to admit that to you or even myself for that matter.” It was obvious Dusty was starting to cry. “But when I saw you rip off your shirt last night and become my new dancer at the party – it was as if a dream came true. I can only help you’ll still feel that way when we’re not drunk.”

Luke replied, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I was secretly lusting after you but didn’t want to mess up our friendship. I don’t know what make my jump up and dance for you last night, but I’m not ashamed I did. I can’t believe the guys left us both tied up in my apartment.”

The two were silent for a bit and Luke noticed he had undone a knot. “I can feel the slack! Keep up the good work.” Dusty encouraged. It wasn’t long before Luke had a second knot undone and one of Dusty’s wrists was free of the rope. Dusty was able to move his hands again. The first thing he did was turn and kiss Luke on the lips. It was still a bit awkward since Luke could not move much and Duty’s feet were still bound. Dusty worked to untie his ankles and soon he was free, although he had still not removed the rope from his other wrist.

Now free, Dusty looked around the apartment and could not find the key anywhere. But Dusty had an idea. “I can get a wrench and loosen the railing post and at least get you free from that railing.”

Luke watched as Luke with his wet crotch, hard dick, and sexy boots had wondered around the apartment for the key and then into the garage for a wrench. Dusty returned with the wrench and started working on the first of 4 bolts holding the railing to the floor. The smell of piss was still noticeable as Dusty worked. Soon Dusty had the fourth bolt loose and told Luke to slide his hands out while he lifted the pole up. Luke was free, sort of. He was still handcuffed, but not to the railing.

Luke wasn’t ready for what happened next. Dusty rolled Luke over from his stomach to his back. While Luke was worried Dusty would notice his erection, Dusty took advantage of the situation. Dusty grabbed the cuffs and slid them back behind the railing post. Then Dusty, piss filled crotch and all, sat on Luke’s chest to hold him down and proceeded to put one of the bolts back in to secure the railing. Luke couldn’t help but notice the raging bulge in Dusty’s piss soaked jeans as he held him in place installing the bolt.

“Now I’ve got you exactly where I want you. I’ve wanted to grab my lasso so many times and take you down and hogtie you so I could have my way with you. It’s not exactly the same, but you aren’t going anywhere and I’m going to get what I want.”

With that, Dusty grabbed Luke’s swollen cock through his jeans. “Exactly what I hoped to find!”, Dusty exclaimed. Dusty stood up then unbuckled Luke’s belt. “Lift your ass up cowboy!”, Dusty commanded. Luke complied and Dusty slid Luke’s jeans down. Dusty chuckled a bit at Luke’s printed Jockey boxer briefs and slid those down as well. Dusty said, “Now just relax and let me take care of that.” as he lowered his head and took Luke’s penis in his mouth. Luke thought he was in heaven and felt the urge to shoot growing inside him. And with that Dusty was done. “Be right back.”, Dusty said. Dusty left the room with Luke still bound on the floor.

In a couple minutes, Dusty returned wearing nothing but his cowboy boots and the section of rope he’d never untied from his wrist. He grabbed his cowboy hat off the sofa as he walked by and put it on. Luke’s dick was still hard and the sight of the mostly naked cowboy kept it that way. Dusty had grabbed some lube out of the bathroom (how did he know Luke would have lube?) and was massaging Luke’s cock with the lube. Then before he knew what was happening Luke climbed on top of him facing him and sat down on his cock. It was freaking incredible. Dusty bounced up and down and Luke pumped the best he could in his restraints. It had been such an exciting few hours, Luke didn’t take long to blow his load into Dusty’s ass. Dusty then sat down on Luke’s still erect dick and finished himself off shooting a load that hit Luke in the face. As Dusty went to stand up, he brushed Luke’s jeans and the handcuff key fell out of the pocket.

“Looks like I’ve got a choice. I can let you loose or I can keep you prisoner for a while.”, Dusty said.

Luke said, “Let me loose now, we’ve got a lot to talk about. And that will give you a chance to show your lasso skills later. By the way, I’ve got a message for you from my sister. I think she’s going to be fine with this.”

[DeeperThanRed]

I really love when characters are "bonded" through bondage - Luke and Dusty have a lot to talk about but here's hoping they'll figure things out.

Great story so far!

[TightropesEU]

Great story

You may go back and edit: tired -> tied

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Chapter 2 - A New Beginning


Dusty returned to Luke’s bedroom and returned holding a pair of Fruit of the Loom tighty whities he found in Luke’s dresser. As Dusty pulled the underwear over his boots, he explained “Can’t have my dick flopping around everywhere.” and laughed.

Dusty took the key and removed Luke’s handcuffs. While Luke then started working on the rope securing his booted ankles, Dusty removed the rope from his own wrist.

When both had finished, they sat down on the sofa. Luke asked if he should call Laura, to which Dusty replied, “I’m the one that made this mess, I’ll make the call.” Without getting into all the details, Dusty told Laura that he and Luke had talked, and the engagement was off. If Laura was at all surprised when Dusty said he wanted to try dating Luke, it did not show. She wished them the absolute best of luck.

Luke said he had to piss and headed for the bathroom. When he returned, he saw that Dusty had grabbed the tequila bottle from last night and a couple shot glasses.

As Luke sat down, he thought it certainly was an odd sight, Dusty only in a pair of borrowed white underwear and his incredible caiman boots, and Luke shirtless wearing jeans and his black boots. Luke wasn’t 100% sure, but it looked like there was a bit of a bulge in those white briefs.

“Truth or dare!” Dusty exclaimed. “I’ll start. My rules.”

Dusty: “Truth or dare! When were you first attracted to me?”

Luke: “Truth! From the moment you stepped out of that old truck in the repair shop.”

Dusty poured a ½ shot and handed it to Luke. “I thought we only drank on a dare?”, Luke said. To which Dusty replied, “I said my rules. You’re gonna need a bit of the hair of the dog after last night’s drinking.” Luke thought that made sense and down the small shot.

Luke: “My turn. Truth or dare! Have you always been into men?”

Dusty:” I think so, but really never took any action on it. That bondage sure made me forget any reservations I had.”

Luke: “Then pour yourself a shot.” And Dusty then poured two ½ shots, then handed one to Luke saying, “I don’t drink alone. My rules” So they both took the ½ shots.

Dusty: “Truth or dare! Have you ever been with another man?”

Luke: “I’m not ready to discuss that yet.”

Dusty: “Then it’s a dare! You have to drink a whole shot alone! And I want you to remove your drawers.”

Luke complied, pulling off his boots and then his jeans. At Dusty’s command he put the boots back on and downed the shot as he sat back on the couch. They were quite a sight. The tipsy Luke in his printed boxers and black pointed toe Senda cowboy boots and Dusty in a borrowed pair of Fruit of the Looms and those brown square toe Stetson caiman belly boots.

Luke: “Truth or dare! Were you ever in any rodeos?”

Dusty: “Truth. I competed in them until I was around 17. It was lotsa fun with the other cowboys around.” Since it was truth Dusty poured each of them ½ shot, again saying “I don’t drink alone”

Dusty: “Truth or dare! Have you ever been with another man?”

Luke: “I didn’t know we allowed repeats.”

Dusty: “My rules. Repeats are allowed. And I see you aren’t answering so then it’s another dare. Stand up and put your hands behind your back.”

Luke complied and Dusty took the piece of rope that had previously tied his hands and quickly tied Luke’s wrists then spun Luke around to face him on the couch as Dusty sat back down.

Luke: “Truth or Dare! Why did you get me drunk and tie me up?”

Dusty: “Truth. You’ll find out and I dare you to try and stop me. It doesn’t look like you’re in any position to resist now.”

Luke had to admit Dusty was right. Luke was definitely feeling the tequila plus whatever hadn’t worn off from last night. And Dusty sure did a good job with the rope on hist wrists. He tried to wiggle out of the ropes but it wasn’t happening. Luke was also glad he had on boxers because the situation was making him hard.

Dusty stood up grabbed another piece of the rope from last night. Before Luke knew what was happening Dusty tackled him and had him on the floor. Dusty easily wrapped Luke’s booted ankles together. Even if Luke had been sober, it was obvious Dusty was pretty handy with the rope. Dusty then grabbed the last piece of rope and stared at it a bit. “I wish we had more rope.”, he said, “But I’ll make do with this.” With that, Dusty took that piece of rope and used it to secure Luke’s bound wrists and ankles, putting him in a tight hogtie lying on his stomach.

Dusty then said: “I’ll ask one more time. Truth or dare! Have you ever been with another man?”

Luke didn’t answer, so Dusty responded, “Doesn’t really matter because the truth is I’ve got you right where I want you and I dare you to get loose!”

Luke was a bit surprised by this take-charge side of his old friend. Luke’s fully erect cock was pushing against the floor, at least until Dusty took a booted foot and rolled Luke over on his side. Now Luke’s erection was in plain site despite the boxers. Dusty stuck a boot in Luke’s face and said, “I know you’ve been drooling over my boots. Why don’t you lick this one!”

Luke was in shock that his friend was treating him this way, and hesitated. Dusty said, “It isn’t a suggestion. Start licking!” So Luke started licking the boot and enjoying the taste and smell of the new, fresh leather. “Good boy, I think we’ll have to see what you think of some of my old shit kickers later!”

Dusty walked away and left Luke on his side, his dick making an obvious tent in his boxers. Luke’s head was swimming. Yes, he was buzzed from the shots, but the way Dusty had tied him up and forced him to lick his boot was incredible.

Dusty came back and rolled Luke back on his stomach, which crushed his hard dick against the floor once again. Dusty then removed the rope that kept Luke hogtied. However, the ropes holding Luke’s wrist and booted ankles remained in place. “I’m going to help you up on your knees.” Dusty said and lifted Luke so he was kneeling on the floor while still bound.

Dusty said, “Even though you never answered my question, I’ll bet you’re a cock sucking cowboy. And I’m a cowboy that needs his cock sucked. Get to work!” With that, Dusty dropped the pair of borrowed white briefs to show his long, magnificent dick and moved to towards Luke’s mouth. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll start suckin!”

Luke chose to open and accept the dick. Dusty grabbed Luke’s head, as if Luke could get away. Luke began sucking as if his life depended on it, and it wasn’t long before Dusty pulled out his dick and shot a load on Luke’s face.

Dusty commanded Luke to lay back on his stomach and then Dusty replaced the third rope so Luke was hogtied again. Dusty said, “I’m going to go shower and get dressed. When I’m done, I’ll let my little drunk, cock suckin’ cowboy loose so he can clean up and dress up too. If we’re gonna be together, we need to get some supplies and more rope because I’m just getting started on you, boy!”

[harveygasson]

Cool story!

[EFG1960]

I propose an idea for a next chapter. Dusty takes Luke hostage. Takes him to a place for some fun and games.

[Bradstick]

I missed the original chapter, I am glad you continued it and it got bumped up. This story is fantastic!

I love the way Dusty talks to Luke when his bound up! It is so hot! I hope you continue this story, I want to see more these cowboys!

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Chapter 3 - The Shopping Trip

Luke heard Dusty showering. There were so many new sensations. His head was swimming. He could feel Dusty’s cum drying on his face. He tried to wiggle free, but it just wasn’t happening. But all the struggling caused an unexpected event. Sure enough, Luke shot his load into his boxers.

Dusty came back into the room wearing his boots, but everything else was borrowed from Luke. As Dusty started to untie Luke, Dusty discovered Luke’s secret. “My little cowboy loves being tied up, doesn’t he? Guess we’ll be doing a lot more of that!”

Once untied, Luke was sent to shower and get dressed. Luke spent a good amount of time trying to decide what to wear. In the end, he dressed like he normally would on a day off. His best boots (the same ones he was wearing before), jeans with boxers underneath, and a T-shirt.

If Dusty approved or disapproved, he gave no indication. Instead, he told Luke to come and stand in front of him. Luke could feel himself getting hard as Dusty picked up a length of thin rope. “Drop your drawers!” Dusty commanded. Luke dropped his jeans. “I mean everything!” Dusty continued. Luke was embarrassed that his dick was responding but decided he had no choice and dropped his boxers. Dusty took the rope and wrapped it around the base of Luke’s balls. The rope was rough on the tender skin and Luke grimaced as Dusty tied the knot. Dusty then pulled up Luke’s boxers and jeans. Dusty then had Luke fasten his belt. What Luke didn’t realize was the other end of the rope was now hanging out over the top of his jeans like a tail. Dusty spun Luke around and grabbed the end of the rope. Dusty tugged on the rope, Luke let out a howl as his balls were pulled back and the rope split his ass cheeks. Dusty quickly tied the rope off to Luke’s belt.

“Come on, cowboy. We’ve got shopping to do!”, Dusty said as he headed to the door. Luke followed, but the pain of having his balls pulled back and the rope sawing on his ass crack slowed him down and was making him walk funny. Dusty threw Luke a jacket to wear saying it would hide the rope tied around his belt. They made their way out to Dusty’s old truck and climbed in. If Luke though it was painful walking, it was even worse climbing into the truck and sitting down and he yelled out “Fuck, that hurts!”

Dusty replied that it was either this or being left tied up at home alone, but Dusty said he didn’t want to be alone right now. Dusty stopped at the hardware store and motioned for Luke to follow him in. Luke’s mind raced. What if someone else found out he was walking through the store with his balls tied up and a rope wedgie? The more he thought about it, the more he tried to walk normally.

Luke watched as Dusty placed several different kinds of rope in the cart, then a few rolls of duct tape. Dusty thought a bit more and threw in even more rope. Luke silently thought that was a lot more rope that Dusty would ever use on him.

When they got to the checkout, the clerk commented on how much rope Dusty had purchased. Dusty told him that he was practicing for a rodeo. The clerk looked at the two shoppers and chuckled.

When they got to the truck, Dusty threw the purchases in the back. Luke started to get in the truck, but Dusty said, “Not so fast.” Dusty had kept a piece of the old rope on him and after a quick glance to make sure no one was watching them, told Luke to hold his hands out, and Dusty tied Luke’s hands in front of him. “Now get in the truck” Dusty said. Luke complied but wondered why he didn’t put up any resistance.

On the drive home, Dusty was a man of few words. Luke could tell Dusty was deep in thought, but had no clue about what. And given the new side Luke was seeing of his old friend, he decided not to ask.

They got back to Luke’s place and fortunately no one was around to see Luke, hands still tied, walking from the truck to his door. Or to see Duty grab several bags of rope from the truck. Once inside, Dusty commanded Luke to sit on the sofa. Dusty grabbed another piece of rope and tied Luke’s booted feet together.

Dusty then untied Luke’s hands, but Luke’s freedom was short. Dusty pulled Luke from the couch and wrestled him to the ground. With his booted feet tied together Luke wasn’t much resistance and Dusty made quick work of tying Luke’s wrists behind his back. Dusty then opened one of the packages of new rope and cut off a section. “Now that I’ve got plenty of rope, I’m gonna tie my cowboy up properly!” Dusty exclaimed. With that, Dusty used the rope to put Luke in a tight hogtie, on his stomach with his booted ankles against his wrists.

Dusty stood back, quite proud of his work. Luke was in quite the predicament, tightly hogtied and his balls still bound with the rope that ran up his ass crack.

Luke finally responded, “What in the hell are you doing? I’m. not some calf for you to rope up!” As Luke continued to talk, Dusty walked away and returned his piss-soaked briefs from last night. The once white Fruit of the Looms were now somewhat yellow. If Luke had been smart, he’d have stopped his rant and kept his mouth shut. But he didn’t. Dusty balled up the briefs and shoved them in Luke’s mouth. Luke was immediately assaulted with the smell and taste of Dusty’s piss. Luke tried to curse, but all that came out was muffled grunts. Then he tried to push the underwear gag out with his tongue, but Dusty was prepared for that. As one hand held the gag in, Dusty’s other hand reached for yet another piece of rope and used that to secure the gag in Luke’s mouth.

Dusty said, “I’m in charge, and you will do as you’re told. If you decide to backtalk, you’ll continue to be gagged. I don’t really want to do that because I’d like us to be able to talk.”

Luke struggled in the hogtie. He wanted to be free from the piss smell and tase of his gag. He wanted the rope pulling on his tender balls and rubbing his ass crack raw to be undone. He wanted to be free. But Dusty was too good with the ropes. The more Luke struggled, the more uncomfortable he became.

Dusty then took a booted foot and rolled Luke over onto his side. Dusty prodded Luke’s crotch with the pointed toe of his cowboy boot. Even with his boot Dusty could feel Luke’s hard dick. “Wow, my little hogtied cowboy is quite the pig. Even my pissed in underwear didn’t stop his erection. I’ve got big plans and you are a huge part of them. I expect your full cooperation or I may have to institute punishment worse than this!”