ROPE GULCH (M+/M+) PART 2 2025-07-01

[blackbound]

ROPE GULCH

Here is a story inspired by a request from @CowboyStud. I hope everyone enjoys.

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PART 1

The voice at the other end of the phone snapped him out of his reverie.

"Romeo? You still there?" As usual when annoyed, his manager overstressed the accent in his given name - ro-MAY-oh. Which, granted, was correct, but no less irritating.

He tore his eyes away from the page and grunted affirmatively.

"Did you read the dossier?"

"I was reading it!" This wasn't quite true; he had been staring at the cast of characters he would be interacting with over the next days. There was a photo of each, their real name, and the name they'd be using during the role-playing event.

"Uh huh." Maurice didn't seem convinced. "Well, make sure you stop ogling the guys and know what's expected from you, there's a lot of money on the line."

Romeo sputtered. His manager knew him too well. "Fine, Mo."

"I'm serious. Read it."

Romeo sighed. "Mo, you know I'm a professional."

"I know, I know. It's just, sometimes..."

"I'm hanging up, Mo."

He did, and returned to the character sheet, looking over it and committing the names to memory.

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REAL NAME: Romeo. CHARACTER NAME: Sheriff Romeo.
You. Town sheriff.

REAL NAME: Rodney. CHARACTER NAME: Rodney.
The sheriff's assistant and jailer.

REAL NAME: Rui. CHARACTER NAME: Mr. Roberts.
Rich and mysterious owner of Mortimer House.

REAL NAME: Loum. CHARACTER NAME: Louis.
Roberts' second-in-command.

REAL NAME: Warmed. CHARACTER NAME: Will.
Louis's "close friend". In jail for murder. To be hanged the following morning.

THE FURY GANG
REAL NAME: Promise. CHARACTER NAME: Pete.
REAL NAME: Blessing. CHARACTER NAME: Bo.
REAL NAME: Freedom. CHARACTER NAME: Frank.

NOTE: Other characters will be introduced as the story continues.

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He turned, finally, to the next page.

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RULES:

Clothing has been provided for you. You are expected to dress up before entering the play area.

You are expected to improvise your part, with the narrative adapting to your decisions.

You are expected to remain in character at all times, even when alone.

Professionals are working on the special effects - do not intervene, interfere, or react out of character.

You will be met at the entrance to the play area. It will be closed for the duration of the narrative.

No exiting the play area or acknowledging its boundaries.

Only serious emergencies will terminate the narrative. Your health will be looked after, but don't do anything reckless.

All bondage is real.

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Romeo did a double-take at that last rule. He was, of course, the lasso king - had Maurice picked this gig for him to get to show off a little?

He pictured himself on horseback, riding past the bad guys, taking them down with his skills, and roping them up for a trip back to the jail that was apparently on set.

This was going to be fun.

[CaptiveDan]

Omg a bondage LARP! I'm so fucking excited

[CowboyStud]

Playing the part of Romeo :

I get dressed.

I pull on a pair of black briefs, tight black wrangler jeans, I wrap a belt around my slimmed waist. I put on a tight black dress shirt and tuck it in leaving the first 3 buttons unbuttoned revealing parts of my chiseled chest. I pull on a pair of black snip toe cowboy boots leaving the ends of my jeans tucked in. I put on a black leather jacket zip it half way. I finish by putting on my black Stetson.

“Let the show being!” I say as I’m the first to reveal myself in stage. I have my black whip in hand ready to show my tricks and escape tricks.

……(end my turn)

[Xtc]

Welcome back, @blackbound

[blackbound]

PART 2

Romeo smiled as he opened the suitcase. He put up the foldable mirror and got dressed - black jeans with leather chaps, a shirt carefully left half open to display his nut brown pecs, black leather fringe jacket. A bit showy, but so far so good.

He buckled on the belt, lasso and whip on one side, gun holster on the other, then sat in the trunk, pulling on the boots. A bandana went around his neck, and finally he pulled his hat deep into his face.

He studied himself in the mirror. "That'll do," he thought.

Romeo's attention was caught by a carriage pulling up. To his surprise, it was drawn by four men - all tightly muzzled with horse bits and chained to the vehicle.

"Your badge," the chauffeur reminded him; he hastily pinned it to his shirt before turning to regard the carriage driver, who nodded at him, dark visage hidden beneath his hat.

"Sheriff Romeo?" he drawled. "Mister Roberts is requesting the pleasure of your company."

"Pleasure's all mine," he replied.

The man jumped down and opened the door for him. He took a seat, the door was closed, and shortly after the carriage started to move.

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The small, dirty windows did not allow Romeo much of a view as the carriage moved towards its destination. It took a surprising amount of time; the play area the rules had spoken of must be huge.

The carriage tilted backward and slowed down some as it climbed a hill; then, finally, it came to a stop. Romeo waited patiently for the driver to open the door, then stepped out.

He looked past the sweat-drenched, panting "horses" at an enormous mansion. Glancing behind him, he could overlook the valley - there was an entire small town nearby, nestled near a canyon, a river running through it. A desert stretched off into the distance; he could even see a steam train stopped at the town's station.

Realizing he was staring, he turned back to the driver, who had moved to the mansion entrance. Touching the rim of his hat, he approached, and the man opened the door for him again, entering behind him and shutting it with a resolute clank.

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Romeo removed his hat, same as his companion, who he was now able to get a better look at. A handsome, dark, angular face with artfully woven braids. Muscular, but not ripped. A slight smile played around his lips as he led Romeo into the waiting room.

And wait he did.

Romeo did not know why this Roberts was playing games with him, but he was determined not to let his ignorance or frustration show. After some minutes, he deliberately put his boots up on what he judged was the most precious piece of furniture and started to clean his fingernails with a letter opener he plucked from the table.

He smirked as he heard footsteps approach, but waited to stand until after the door had opened and Roberts had entered.

He had a striking face, some mixture of Black and Asian, with high cheekbones and intense eyes. The antique-looking, yet immaculate suit gave him an almost royal appearance.

"Sheriff." Roberts drawled, extending his hand. Romeo took it and tried to squeeze, but found himself immediately outmuscled. Roberts did not crush his hand back, he simply neutralized Romeo's effort as if he were shaking hands with a child.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Roberts."

Roberts murmured something that sounded like "I bet you are", then cleared his throat.

"Likewise, sheriff. Please." He gestured at the chaiselongue, and they sat.

"You're probably wondering why I brought you here, so I'll get right to the point. Your predecessor has taken into custody, and decided to have hanged, my associate's brother. He is currently being held in your office. I would urge you strongly to consider the facts, see that he is innocent, and release him instead."

"What happened to my predecessor? All I got was an urgent cable that I should arrive as quickly as possible."

"I'm sure I have no idea of the affairs of the town, sheriff. It is remarkable how quickly the deputy managed to find a replacement, I must say."

"The arm of the law is long and, uh, just, Mr. Roberts. I will take the facts into account, but I cannot promise anything."

"Then I take it you're not accepting my word for it?"

"Everyone's equal before the law, Mr. Roberts."

"Very well. You may leave, sheriff."

He rose, accompanying Romeo out the door.

There was no carriage waiting for him.

He turned to Roberts, who smiled almost unnoticeably, and certainly without mirth.

"Unfortunately, sheriff, my horses are already stabled. I do apologize deeply, but you will have to walk back into town."

Romeo eyed him, not showing any outward emotion.

"Very well, Roberts."

He turned and walked.

"See you tomorrow, sheriff!" Roberts called after him.

He gave no reply.

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Looping in some extra readers of previous stories. @CaptiveDan @Xtc @DeeperThanRed @Red86 @Pup Wingletang

[DeeperThanRed]

If only Romeo had any idea who he's rejecting. Going with the precedent, it might not be too long before he finds himself as a horse pulling those carriages...

Call me judgmental, but any man who puts on a show like that with his chest needs to be roped up ASAP.

[Red86]

Well you have surprised me! It wasn't more then 2 weeks ago you told me you it would be a while before another story. A while must be short in your world

This story plot seems interesting. Good to see the gang at something fun again. And LARPing an old western style seems even more intriguing. I guess the sherif doesn't know who he bucking up against

Thanks for alerting me to this! I somehow missed the 1st chapter being posted 2 days ago.

[Xtc]

OK, I'll stop trying to predict what is going on. Perhaps.

[Pup Wingletang]

A great setting for a bit (a lot!) of bondage fun and with a cast list like that what could possible go wrong! I feel Romeo may get more than he bargained for with this job.

[blackbound]

Thanks, everyone. Can't say much right now as the story is still in development - but a new chapter is coming tomorrow!

[blackbound]

PART 3

Romeo had some time to think as he walked down the hill towards the town. He summarized the facts to himself.

Roberts seemed dangerous and glib. Someone who could, and would, carry out whatever he threatened - or implied. He'd demonstrated his ruthlessness with the human horses, and shown he did not respect the sheriff's authority by forcing him to return on foot.

The dossier had implied that Will was Louis' lover, but Roberts had spoken of him as the brother. This probably meant nothing.

His thoughts were briefly interrupted by a flash of light coming from near the canyon but, unable to make out what it might have been, he resumed walking.

He'd now met parts of the named cast, but the dossier had clearly been holding back to elicit genuine reactions from him. The play area seemed insanely large; he wondered how many townsfolk there would be. Was this a full recreation of a Western town?

He decided that if Roberts was going to play hard, so would he. He would confront his prisoner and get some respect; he was already itching to get someone tied up; that was what he was here for, wasn't it?

His thoughts drifted to Roberts; he entertained himself with imagining chasing him down on a horse, yanking him off by lasso, then trussing him up tightly and dragging him to jail behind his steed to the cheers of the good townsfolk.

He noticed some movement below - someone coming his direction. He checked his weapon; it was a paintball gun, loaded with paint rounds, and made sure his lasso and whip were sitting freely, just in case.

Soon enough, it resolved into a rider leading a second horse, heading straight for him. Romeo came to a stop and rested his hand on his gun, waiting for the man to approach.

The rider came to a stop and dismounted. He was tall and burly, his brown skin sheening with sweat, dressed in brown leather pants and a vest, with a crisp white shirt underneath. A silver badge pinned to the latter said "DEPUTY".

"You the new sheriff?"

Romeo pointed at his own badge. "You must be Rodney?"

"Yessir. Sorry for not meeting you coming into town, Roberts intercepted you before I could get there. I came as quickly as I could, but there's been some trouble."

"No harm done, deputy. How about we head to the office, and you fill me in on the way?"

Rodney yielded the reins to Romeo; both mounted and started moving at a trot.

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"You certainly weren't joking about the office," Romeo remarked.

"No Sir. Unassailable."

A "Sheriff's Office" sign was hanging from two poles above a large metal door set directly into the canyon wall. No hinges were visible, the windows protected by closely spaced metal bars.

"The founders discovered this cave and decided that while they'd be up on the hill, the most important person down here also needed the most protection, especially in this lawless country. Plus it makes it real hard for the bad guys to get out."

"And yet my predecessor..."

Rodney interrupted. "I begged him not to go confront Roberts, Sir. Like I said, I don't think he ever made it up there."

"You didn't search for him?"

"We've got some of the townsfolk out there. I don't think we'll ever see him again, though. You piss off Roberts enough, you disappear, or so they say."

Romeo nodded. "He was very insistent that our prisoner was innocent and should be released immmediately."

The other man snorted in response. "That boy is guilty as sin. Ask him yourself!"

"Don't you worry, I will."

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They entered the office, which was illuminated by oil lamps. Rodney locked the metal doors behind them, then pulled a second set of bars closed and locked those as well.

Romeo took in the space. A desk, chairs, several wardrobes. A second, normal-sized metal door led to the cells, two more to bedrooms. A final door led to a well, connected to the river's underground source; the room doubled as a washdoom and even had a toilet hole downstream from the well.

Rodney watched as he opened each wardrobe in turn - paperwork in one, a massive stockpile of food, water, alcohol and lamp oil in two more, his predecessor's clothes in the next, and finally... the equipment.

Shackles, chains, ropes, bandanas, slave gags and collars, portable stocks like he'd only ogled in museums.

He closed the wardrobe and nodded at Rodney. "Let's go see the prisoner."

Rodney unlocked the inner door and waited for him to enter before following.

Romeo was looking directly at one of the cells, which contained their prisoner. He was tall, almost gaunt, very muscular, and extremely naked. The left side of his face bore a wicked scar, running from the side of the mouth across his milky eye, disappearing under his filthy dreadlocked hair.

They were clearly testing him. Ignoring the man's state, he walked right up to the cell. "You Will?"

"What's it to ya?" the prisoner drawled.

"Answer the question."

The prisoner eyed him levelly, sneered, and spat at the ground.

"Very well." Romeo turned and walked back out, beckoning Rodney to follow him.

"I'm going to show this thug some manners, deputy."

"He's a stone cold killer, sheriff. You won't break him easily."

Romeo took this as a pointer that he didn't need to hold back. He selected several items from the equipment wardrobe, left the gun, then re-entered the cells, placing the items on a table along with his own lasso and whip.

"Last chance, boy."

This time, the prisoner spat at him.

"Lock the door and cover me," he commanded Rodney, who did just that, pulling his gun.

He unlocked the cell door, swang the door open, and immediately hit the prisoner with his truncheon. He pulled the hit, of course, but Will went down as if he'd been bludgeoned full force.

He pulled the prisoner's hands behind his back and roped them tightly as the man groaned, pretending to be stunned from the hit. He attached a second rope to the bonds, threw it over the highest horizontal cell wall bar, and yanked, forcing Will's arms up behind him as he scrambled to his feet in order to prevent his shoulders from being yanked out of his sockets. He ended up standing bent forward, his arms pulled up painfully behind him.

"If you're not talking, you're not talking," Romeo growled. Will was still pretending to be dazed, so he retrieved the slave gag and mounted it onto him with little resistance. A metal cup enclosed his chin and mouth, keeping it closed; metal wire ran across each cheek and up each side of the nose, coming together in the back, where he locked it after pulling everything tight.

The prisoner glared at him from his stress position; Romeo felt unsettled by the milky eye, so he rolled up a bandana and tightly blindfolded him with it.

He slammed the cell door shut from the outside, locking it.

"Deputy, let's give this man some time to think whether or not he'll be cooperative."

He took a last look at the prisoner, noting his erection. His own was uncomfortable in his tight pants.

He realized it was silly to want to make the prisoner talk since he was going to be hanged the following day, but that wouldn't get in the way of his enjoyment. They'd wanted a bondage fiend, they got one.

He was looking forward to taking down the rest of the crew.

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@CaptiveDan @Xtc @DeeperThanRed @Red86 @Pup Wingletang @CowboyStud

[Red86]

Im somewhat surprised he even made it back to the jail. I was already thinking they were coming after him before it was revealed it was Rodney. But then again, most of us know how Rui (Mr Roberts) is. He's very calculated in his next move.

I laughed when the new sheriff said he was already planing on what he'd do to Mr Robert's. This guy doesn't even realize how in over his head he is

Love it. Can't wait to see this continue to unfold. I've got the popcorn ready!!