This story involves a bit of science fiction/fantasy.
Chapter 1 - A Music Star and a Mystery
Austin was reading an online blog and had noticed a couple of odd posts. The hot new country singer Colt Handler had been associated with at least three missing persons cases. In each case, a young man in his early 20s who had attended a Colt concert disappeared after the concert. The family grew concerned, then several days later, each young man contacted family and friends and apologized for not being in contact. Each said he had lost track of time as he was now having the best time ever in a new job – on tour with Colt as a stagehand.
Austin was intrigued. He was sure there was more to the story and started researching Colt. Colt was quite handsome. Everyone that attended the concerts raved about his presence and energy on stage – he never slowed down even with concerts night after night. His voice was smooth, the songs seemed to speak to everyone. There were rumors that Colt might be gay, but his touring schedule was so active it seemed there was no time for any social life for the young singer. Colt came from a beer brewing family. They owned Big Snow Brewery, and they sponsored his tour under their Chug beer brand. Colt had attended college, studying chemistry, until his talent was noticed during an open mic night at a college bar and Colt’s career exploded from that point forward. When Austin saw Colt was going to be in town at the local arena in a month, Austin decided he wanted to see what was going on for himself and ordered a ticket online, spending a nice chunk of change to get him a seat as far to the front as he could. On a whim, he even sent an email to Colt’s organization claiming to be a reviewer from a made-up local fan site but never heard anything back.
Austin had dreams of being a private investigator, an exciting way to get away from his dull office job. The office job was a nice break from spending his early years working on his grandparents’ farm. If he could find Colt’s secret, this could be his big break. So on the day of the concert, Austin selected his clothes very carefully. He always wore boots, but he picked his nicest, traditional pointed two black Sendra cowboy boots and paired them with his tightest fitting Wrangler blue jeans. He added a pearl snap shirt, his cowboy hat, and belt with a buckle he bought at a local rodeo. When he looked in the mirror, Austin thought he certainly looked like an authentic country music fan. He called for an Uber and was soon at the arena.
The crowd was filing in fast. Austin found his seat and settled in. The stage was busy with several handsome young men, all wearing tight Colt Handler Tour t-shirts, setting up for the band and especially getting Colt’s guitar and microphone set up exactly right. The stagehands were interesting. They moved with an almost robot-like precision. Each seemed to know what the other was doing even though they never spoke to each other. Colt soon hit the stage and it was electric. You could feel his energy. Everything from the lighting to the back drops to Colt himself was perfect. Maybe the stare crew was just so efficient because of Colt’s hectic schedule? They seemed to know his every need as the concert continued with set changes.
Soon enough the show was winding down. Just as the last set ended and the crowd starting clapping for an encore, a young man in a Colt Handler Tour shirt with a stage crew badge tapped Austin on the shoulder and told him Colt would like to speak with him about the fan club. Austin was ecstatic! His ploy had worked.
Austin was escorted back to Colt’s tour bus parked just outside the arena. As they walked back, they heard Colt performing his encore. The young man escorting Austin hadn’t said much along the way and direct Austin to a chair in the sitting area of the RV and left Austin there alone.
After a few minutes, rushed Colt in, slightly sweaty, but still full of energy after his performance. Colt introduced himself, as did Austin. Austin could feel Colt’s persona. It radiated and seemed to draw him in.
Colt produced a couple of cans of beer, asking Austin if he preferred Chug or Chug Lite. Austin picked Chug and Colt placed an ice cold can in front of him. Colt also had a can of Chug for himself. Colt looked at Austin and said, “I’m sure you’re full of questions, so please ask away!”
Austin suddenly felt nervous talking to the big country star, so he popped open his can of Chug and took a sip. The beer was smooth, and Austin asked his first question. “I know it’s been discussed several times, but how about the story of how you became the star you are today?” Austin hoped this first question would give him a chance to gather his thoughts for the next question as he sipped his beer.
Colt told about attending college, his plans were to study chemistry and business admin, hoping that could help in the family’s brewing plants. But he was out one night, soon after turning 21, at a karaoke event. Some talent scouts just happened to be there that night and approached him as they were so impressed by his voice.
As Colt’s story was told, Austin was feeling much more relaxed and less anxious. Colt then asked, “At this point our discussion is going to get more involved. Let’s finish our beers then continue. Is that Ok with you?”.
Austin agreed and finished his beer. He didn’t notice but Colt had pressed a button on his phone and two of the stage crew entered the room. Colt said, “At this point we are going to discuss some sensitive information. It is necessary to take certain precautions.” With that, the two stagehands, both dressed in Colt Handler Tour t-shirts, jeans, and black pointed toe cowboy boots stepped toward Austin with ropes in their hands. One tied Austin’s left wrist to the arm of the chair, and the other his right wrist. Oddly, Austin felt no urge to resist as this was happening. After his wrists were secured, they turned to his legs, and soon each had secured a booted ankle to a chair leg. Colt asked Austin if he was tied securely, and Austin briefly thrashed in the ropes. The ropes were secure, and Austin stopped struggling almost as if on cue. One of the stage guys pulled out a ball gag, and oddly, Austin felt compelled to open his mouth so they could secure the gag. Satisfied their work was complete, the stage crew guys left the room.
Colt then spoke, “This is where the conversation gets interesting.” First, I need to see your reaction. With that Colt walked over and observed the bulge in Austin’s tight jeans. “Obviously, your enjoyment of being tied up is what I was hoping for.” Austin then realized his dick was completely hard. He hadn’t noticed until Colt pointed it out. And Austin was confused. He’d never been tied up before, never thought of it as something sexually stimulating. And Austin was slowly coming to a realization. There had to be something in his beer, even though it was a sealed can. And with that thought, Austin started struggling for real. He fought against the ropes, but they did not give. His fingers tried to feel for the knots, but they could not reach them. He screamed, but the gag reduced that to muffled noise. Austin started to sweat, As the sweat rolled off his forehead, he could feel his armpits getting damp. He was scared, but his dick remained erect.
Colt spoke calmly, “This part of the process is always risky. The subjects always fight before they give in, if they give in. I’ll continue when you are ready.” Again almost as if on cue, Austin stopped struggling. Colt then continued, “As you know, I was a chemistry major in college. I stumbled onto a compound that combined mind control with a release of inhibition. The result has proved incredibly valuable to my singing career.” Colt stepped forward to Austin and felt Austin’s hard dick through his jeans. Then he leaned in and took a whiff of Austin’s now damp armpit. “You’re an excellent candidate with that large, firm dick and an intoxicating musk.”
Austin again tried to get loose, but he was confused. Was he struggling and the ropes not giving? Or was he not even able to struggle any more?
Austin and the Country Music Star, MM/M with mm/m Flashbacks (Chapter 7, August 20)
Austin and the Country Music Star, MM/M with mm/m Flashbacks (Chapter 7, August 20)
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Excellent, I love it.
Another great start to a story! Colt certainly has everything all planned out, eh? And Austin gets what he wanted, right? An in depth investigation into this mystery! Hopefully Colt has a collection of bound and gagged handsome men that Austin will get to tour with!
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Intriguing start. Love the sci-fi elements to the story. The dynamic between Colt and Austin will be interesting to see in the following chapters.
Excellent start to the story! I’m very curious if all the captives are the same or each is programmed for something specific. Will Austin become part of the crew or will he become the permanent rope bunny of the bus. Can’t wait for more
Chapter 2 - The Backstory, Part 1
Colt said, “Now’s a great time for a little background. It looks like you’re nice and comfortable, so enjoy the story. I know, it probably would be better with a little musical interlude for the flashback like they do on TV, but here’s my story. Picture it, Texas 10 years ago. Side note, I’m a huge Golden Girls fan. Doesn’t matter to this story though.”
With that, Colt narrated the events that started him on his current path.
When I was about 12 years old my father took a new job. He’s worked in a lab for a drug company, but they wanted him to travel to some of their other facilities and train people. They were worried that my mother and I would be alone in our apartment while he was gone. So they decided to move out of the apartment into a house way out in the country. My mother’s brother lived there with his family. We’d have our own house, but we’d be safer with them next door. They owned a small farm, and I had heard all the “terrible” details from my two cousins talking about their farm chores. I thought, yeah it probably did suck since they were girls but I was excited. I immediately went to my room, put on my only pair of cowboy boots and threw all my other shoes into the trash. I was ready for the move!
I did find out that during the summer, farm work was hot and sweaty. I wasn’t ready for how physical it was, so I was pretty sore at first. I found that after a hard days work at the farm, my body developed an intoxicating aroma. Yeas, it was just sweat but I loved the smell before I showered at the end of the day.
Part way through the summer, the farm down the road was sold. The couple that bought it had moved from out west and had twin boys, a year older than me. Interestingly, both the mother and father had Indian ancestors though from different tribes.
Not long after they moved in, the three of us were talking in their barn. I don’t know how the subject came up, but we were soon talking cowboys and Indians. I was proud to be a new cowboy, and they were very proud on their Indian heritage. We decided since our farm chores were done, we’d continue the discussion after lunch.
When I finished lunch and went back to their barn, I was surprised by what I saw. Both brothers had changed clothes and were now shirtless, wearing headbands, loincloths, and lace-up moccasin style boots that came up to their knees. And here I thought I was cool because I had on my cowboy boots, a bandana, and cowboy hat.
Before I knew what was happening, the two brothers tackled me and wrestled me to the ground. They had me on my stomach and one of them used rawhide strips to bind my hands behind my back. The moment they tied my hands, I felt my heart racing. I’ve never felt like this before. I even felt a stirring in my jeans, if you know what I mean. 12 year old me was overcome with the new sensations.
The two brothers stood me up and pushed me back against a support pole in the barn. While one held me, the other wrapped cord around my chest and the pole. Once it was certain I was going nowhere, they took my bandana and gagged me with it – it probably wasn’t needed since I was speechless taking in all these new sensations.
It finally hit me that I probably should try to get loose, so I started squirming, but the leather straps were well tied. The leather cords had a great feel – soft on my skin when I was calm, but when I struggled I could feel the raw edges cutting into my skin. And my movements caused the brothers to decide I needed further restraint, so they took more cord and secured by booted feet to the post. Then came the turning point. They took another cord and were going to secure my waist to the pole when they noticed the bulge in my jeans. Once that rope was secured, they said to me “It looks like paleface is becoming a man. We need to lead him on this journey.” Yes, it sounds corny, but my 12-year-old brain was eating this fantasy all up.
They left me tied a few minutes more, then spoke as they untied me, “Friday night after chores, show up here dressed the same way you are today. We will be spending the weekend camping by the lake. Friday night you will be a boy. By Saturday night you will be a man.”
Colt said, “Now’s a great time for a little background. It looks like you’re nice and comfortable, so enjoy the story. I know, it probably would be better with a little musical interlude for the flashback like they do on TV, but here’s my story. Picture it, Texas 10 years ago. Side note, I’m a huge Golden Girls fan. Doesn’t matter to this story though.”
With that, Colt narrated the events that started him on his current path.
When I was about 12 years old my father took a new job. He’s worked in a lab for a drug company, but they wanted him to travel to some of their other facilities and train people. They were worried that my mother and I would be alone in our apartment while he was gone. So they decided to move out of the apartment into a house way out in the country. My mother’s brother lived there with his family. We’d have our own house, but we’d be safer with them next door. They owned a small farm, and I had heard all the “terrible” details from my two cousins talking about their farm chores. I thought, yeah it probably did suck since they were girls but I was excited. I immediately went to my room, put on my only pair of cowboy boots and threw all my other shoes into the trash. I was ready for the move!
I did find out that during the summer, farm work was hot and sweaty. I wasn’t ready for how physical it was, so I was pretty sore at first. I found that after a hard days work at the farm, my body developed an intoxicating aroma. Yeas, it was just sweat but I loved the smell before I showered at the end of the day.
Part way through the summer, the farm down the road was sold. The couple that bought it had moved from out west and had twin boys, a year older than me. Interestingly, both the mother and father had Indian ancestors though from different tribes.
Not long after they moved in, the three of us were talking in their barn. I don’t know how the subject came up, but we were soon talking cowboys and Indians. I was proud to be a new cowboy, and they were very proud on their Indian heritage. We decided since our farm chores were done, we’d continue the discussion after lunch.
When I finished lunch and went back to their barn, I was surprised by what I saw. Both brothers had changed clothes and were now shirtless, wearing headbands, loincloths, and lace-up moccasin style boots that came up to their knees. And here I thought I was cool because I had on my cowboy boots, a bandana, and cowboy hat.
Before I knew what was happening, the two brothers tackled me and wrestled me to the ground. They had me on my stomach and one of them used rawhide strips to bind my hands behind my back. The moment they tied my hands, I felt my heart racing. I’ve never felt like this before. I even felt a stirring in my jeans, if you know what I mean. 12 year old me was overcome with the new sensations.
The two brothers stood me up and pushed me back against a support pole in the barn. While one held me, the other wrapped cord around my chest and the pole. Once it was certain I was going nowhere, they took my bandana and gagged me with it – it probably wasn’t needed since I was speechless taking in all these new sensations.
It finally hit me that I probably should try to get loose, so I started squirming, but the leather straps were well tied. The leather cords had a great feel – soft on my skin when I was calm, but when I struggled I could feel the raw edges cutting into my skin. And my movements caused the brothers to decide I needed further restraint, so they took more cord and secured by booted feet to the post. Then came the turning point. They took another cord and were going to secure my waist to the pole when they noticed the bulge in my jeans. Once that rope was secured, they said to me “It looks like paleface is becoming a man. We need to lead him on this journey.” Yes, it sounds corny, but my 12-year-old brain was eating this fantasy all up.
They left me tied a few minutes more, then spoke as they untied me, “Friday night after chores, show up here dressed the same way you are today. We will be spending the weekend camping by the lake. Friday night you will be a boy. By Saturday night you will be a man.”
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I like the backstory! I’m excited to see where it goes from here!
It's a shame that Austin can't ask any follow up questions! Other than being bound, gagged, and kidnapped, this is the perfect chance for some hard hitting investigative journalism!
Chapter 3 - The Backstory, Part 2
Colt's narrated flashback continues for Austin.
Time ticked by slowly that week. When I went to bed Thursday night, I was excited. The time was almost here! And, though I don’t remember any details from the dream, that night I had my first wet dream. I just remembered that awesome feeling when I woke up – right before I felt the mess in my underwear.
Friday, I rushed through my chores. I was done a bit after lunch and headed over to the other farm. The twins weren’t quite ready yet. In fact, they were still in their regular chore clothes, jeans and work boots. They brought me to the pole again, this time tying my wrists together behind the pole. They told me they had a few chores to finish and a few things to load up for the camping trip. I watched patiently, as if I had a choice, as they completed their work and loaded a tent and other supplies in the old wagon behind a tractor. Once that was done, they untied me from the pole.
My freedom was short-lived as they retried my hands in front of me and told me to get up in the wagon with the supplies. Once in the wagon, the boys quickly bound by booted feet together. Once again, they used the leather cords, which were OK until I struggled and then they were viscous against my skin.
I’ll admit I had trouble telling which twin was which. They always took steps to make sure they dressed and acted alike. I think Logan was the one that stayed in the cart with me while Landon ran to change. Landon came back in costume and threw his old clothes and work boots up in the wagon. Logan grabbed the socks and before I realized what was happening had tied them together and forced that knot into my mouth. Landon’s socks were damp from his feet and they stank, but then again farming was tough, sweaty work. I could smell some hint of the boot leather over the sweat from Landon’s socks. As I started to enjoy the aroma, maybe a little too much, I looked at the work boots now beside me in the wagon, nothing fancy, just a pair of brown roper style cowboy boots that saw a lot of use. And my little unit got even harder thinking about the socks from those boots having been forced into my mouth.
Once Landon was in the wagon with me, Logan told us both to lie down and covered us up with an old blanket and drove the tractor out of the barn. The twin’s mother was walking out to the mailbox, and she called out, “Where are Austin and Logan?” Thinking quickly, Landon replied that we had gone on ahead to the campsite. While Logan was proud his mother had bought the little fib and didn’t know about the captive cowboy in the wagon, I was proud I had been able to figure out which twin was which.
Shorty, I felt the wagon stop, though the tractor was still running. Logan pulled the blanket off and helped me sit up, explaining it would get rough riding and would be safer sitting up. I saw Landon had just changed and he threw his old clothes and boots in the wagon. “Maybe paleface’s gag needs a second layer” he said as he returned to the tractor. On cue, Logan grabbed the second pair of socks. Since I was already gagged. He made sure this second pair covered my nose. Now any breath I took smelled like damp feet. And I was loving every second of it. My young body has never felt like this before. It was way beyond the first bondage experience with the twins a few days back.
At some point, between the bouncing of the wagon juggling my balls, my hard dick rubbing in my underwear as I bounced, and the smell of the socks – my little penis couldn’t take it anymore and the same feeling from my wet dream the night before came over me quickly. I must have made some noise as I came, because Landon yelled to Logan, “I think paleface’s journey to manhood just took a big leap forward!”
I spent the rest of the trip with a sticky mess in my Fruit of the Looms. And my little dick remained hard.
Once we reached camp by the lake (it wasn’t really a lake, but their farm had the biggest farm pond of any farm around, so it became known as the lake), The guys started unloading things. They discussed and said the tent can go here and laid out the tent. Soon they were driving tent stakes in the ground and completed that project. Next, they grabbed a couple extra tent spikes and pounded them in the ground in front of the tent. Then the twins grabbed me from the wagon and laid me on the ground between the spikes. They untied my booted feet and spread them and tied one to each tent spike. Then they untied my hands and tied rope to each wrist. Two more spikes were put in the ground, my wrists tied to them, and I was now spread eagle face up on the ground. They left me like that as they finished setting up camp.
I had noticed as the guys were standing over me to place the spikes and tie my wrists that they were wearing nothing under their loin cloths. I was in awe as I noticed their dicks were larger and surrounded my much more hair than mine was. And their underarms had a delightful amount of hair that accented their shirtless chests. I would learn later that they were just a bit further in puberty than I was, but I was amazed and in awe of their bodies.
After they had finished setting up, they came over to remove my gag. Logan said, “We’re going to ungag you. You can scream, but no one will hear you. And from the looks of things, we don’t think you’ll be screaming because you want loose.” He was right, my little soldier remained at attention in my pants.
They removed my gag, and I gulped in the fresh air. It felt great but also missed the smells of their socks – the boot leather combined with their sweat. They helped me drink some water and then told me the ritual was beginning. They danced around me in their costumes. The loin cloths didn’t conceal much as they danced. I hadn’t even gotten to the point where I noticed girls yet, but the twins in their knee-high moccasin boots, loin cloths, bare chests, and headdresses were certainly stimulating me. I almost felt as if someone had reached into my mind and grabbed my deepest fantasies even when I didn’t know what they were.
Eventually they sat on the ground, one on each side of me. They explained the next part involved songs. They would sing a part of the song and ask me to repeat it back to them. Landon said, “If you can’t sing, then just chant.” Well, reminiscent of the Brady Bunch episode where Peter’s voice changed, my 12-year-old kid’s speaking voice changed to a deep, manly singing voice. No awkward squeaking or changes like Peter, just a strong intense voice. I could tell the twins were impressed. I was amazed by how I sounded, considering I’d never really tried to sing alone before. My voice felt strong, I could tell I was hitting the notes. Looking back, this is the point in my life, tied spread eagle to the ground, that set the course for my singing career.
The rest of the evening was just chatting and other BS talk, only one of us was the captive of the others. It was odd as they fed me dinner without untying me. Eventually it started getting dark and I could see some fireflies in the distance. The twins announced it as time for bed. I fully expected they would untie me, at least letting me sleep in the tent. I was wrong. I could see them unrolling sleeping bags in the tent and settling in. I remained tied to the ground. At that point it hit me. It was almost like I’d been in a trance and calm as I laid spread eagle on the ground. Suddenly that feeling was gone, and I started to struggle. It was futile. These guys knew what they were doing, and I wasn’t getting loose. Eventually, staring up at the stars, I fell asleep.
Colt's narrated flashback continues for Austin.
Time ticked by slowly that week. When I went to bed Thursday night, I was excited. The time was almost here! And, though I don’t remember any details from the dream, that night I had my first wet dream. I just remembered that awesome feeling when I woke up – right before I felt the mess in my underwear.
Friday, I rushed through my chores. I was done a bit after lunch and headed over to the other farm. The twins weren’t quite ready yet. In fact, they were still in their regular chore clothes, jeans and work boots. They brought me to the pole again, this time tying my wrists together behind the pole. They told me they had a few chores to finish and a few things to load up for the camping trip. I watched patiently, as if I had a choice, as they completed their work and loaded a tent and other supplies in the old wagon behind a tractor. Once that was done, they untied me from the pole.
My freedom was short-lived as they retried my hands in front of me and told me to get up in the wagon with the supplies. Once in the wagon, the boys quickly bound by booted feet together. Once again, they used the leather cords, which were OK until I struggled and then they were viscous against my skin.
I’ll admit I had trouble telling which twin was which. They always took steps to make sure they dressed and acted alike. I think Logan was the one that stayed in the cart with me while Landon ran to change. Landon came back in costume and threw his old clothes and work boots up in the wagon. Logan grabbed the socks and before I realized what was happening had tied them together and forced that knot into my mouth. Landon’s socks were damp from his feet and they stank, but then again farming was tough, sweaty work. I could smell some hint of the boot leather over the sweat from Landon’s socks. As I started to enjoy the aroma, maybe a little too much, I looked at the work boots now beside me in the wagon, nothing fancy, just a pair of brown roper style cowboy boots that saw a lot of use. And my little unit got even harder thinking about the socks from those boots having been forced into my mouth.
Once Landon was in the wagon with me, Logan told us both to lie down and covered us up with an old blanket and drove the tractor out of the barn. The twin’s mother was walking out to the mailbox, and she called out, “Where are Austin and Logan?” Thinking quickly, Landon replied that we had gone on ahead to the campsite. While Logan was proud his mother had bought the little fib and didn’t know about the captive cowboy in the wagon, I was proud I had been able to figure out which twin was which.
Shorty, I felt the wagon stop, though the tractor was still running. Logan pulled the blanket off and helped me sit up, explaining it would get rough riding and would be safer sitting up. I saw Landon had just changed and he threw his old clothes and boots in the wagon. “Maybe paleface’s gag needs a second layer” he said as he returned to the tractor. On cue, Logan grabbed the second pair of socks. Since I was already gagged. He made sure this second pair covered my nose. Now any breath I took smelled like damp feet. And I was loving every second of it. My young body has never felt like this before. It was way beyond the first bondage experience with the twins a few days back.
At some point, between the bouncing of the wagon juggling my balls, my hard dick rubbing in my underwear as I bounced, and the smell of the socks – my little penis couldn’t take it anymore and the same feeling from my wet dream the night before came over me quickly. I must have made some noise as I came, because Landon yelled to Logan, “I think paleface’s journey to manhood just took a big leap forward!”
I spent the rest of the trip with a sticky mess in my Fruit of the Looms. And my little dick remained hard.
Once we reached camp by the lake (it wasn’t really a lake, but their farm had the biggest farm pond of any farm around, so it became known as the lake), The guys started unloading things. They discussed and said the tent can go here and laid out the tent. Soon they were driving tent stakes in the ground and completed that project. Next, they grabbed a couple extra tent spikes and pounded them in the ground in front of the tent. Then the twins grabbed me from the wagon and laid me on the ground between the spikes. They untied my booted feet and spread them and tied one to each tent spike. Then they untied my hands and tied rope to each wrist. Two more spikes were put in the ground, my wrists tied to them, and I was now spread eagle face up on the ground. They left me like that as they finished setting up camp.
I had noticed as the guys were standing over me to place the spikes and tie my wrists that they were wearing nothing under their loin cloths. I was in awe as I noticed their dicks were larger and surrounded my much more hair than mine was. And their underarms had a delightful amount of hair that accented their shirtless chests. I would learn later that they were just a bit further in puberty than I was, but I was amazed and in awe of their bodies.
After they had finished setting up, they came over to remove my gag. Logan said, “We’re going to ungag you. You can scream, but no one will hear you. And from the looks of things, we don’t think you’ll be screaming because you want loose.” He was right, my little soldier remained at attention in my pants.
They removed my gag, and I gulped in the fresh air. It felt great but also missed the smells of their socks – the boot leather combined with their sweat. They helped me drink some water and then told me the ritual was beginning. They danced around me in their costumes. The loin cloths didn’t conceal much as they danced. I hadn’t even gotten to the point where I noticed girls yet, but the twins in their knee-high moccasin boots, loin cloths, bare chests, and headdresses were certainly stimulating me. I almost felt as if someone had reached into my mind and grabbed my deepest fantasies even when I didn’t know what they were.
Eventually they sat on the ground, one on each side of me. They explained the next part involved songs. They would sing a part of the song and ask me to repeat it back to them. Landon said, “If you can’t sing, then just chant.” Well, reminiscent of the Brady Bunch episode where Peter’s voice changed, my 12-year-old kid’s speaking voice changed to a deep, manly singing voice. No awkward squeaking or changes like Peter, just a strong intense voice. I could tell the twins were impressed. I was amazed by how I sounded, considering I’d never really tried to sing alone before. My voice felt strong, I could tell I was hitting the notes. Looking back, this is the point in my life, tied spread eagle to the ground, that set the course for my singing career.
The rest of the evening was just chatting and other BS talk, only one of us was the captive of the others. It was odd as they fed me dinner without untying me. Eventually it started getting dark and I could see some fireflies in the distance. The twins announced it as time for bed. I fully expected they would untie me, at least letting me sleep in the tent. I was wrong. I could see them unrolling sleeping bags in the tent and settling in. I remained tied to the ground. At that point it hit me. It was almost like I’d been in a trance and calm as I laid spread eagle on the ground. Suddenly that feeling was gone, and I started to struggle. It was futile. These guys knew what they were doing, and I wasn’t getting loose. Eventually, staring up at the stars, I fell asleep.
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Phenomenal chapter. I would love to be in his place like that! Seeing how Colt was the captive in the story, it will be interesting to see if he stays that way or what makes him become the dom for Austin. Can’t wait for the next chapter! Keep up the great work!
Chapter 4 - The Backstory Concludes, Decision Time
Colt’s narrated flashback concludes.
Sometime getting closer to morning, I was awakened by a flash of light. I guess it had awoken the twins as I heard them say it was probably heat lightning, not a storm. Anyway, I fell back asleep only to be woken up by rain hitting my face shortly afterwards. The twins had no desire to rescue me, so I laid there, spread eagle on the ground and the rain came down in buckets and soaked my clothes. At least it was dissolving some of the sticky mess I’d made in my underwear earlier as I was drenched by the heavy rain. There wasn’t a whole lot of lightning, but I swore I felt a tingle from the ground during one of the flashes. I never did fall back asleep, I just laid there soaking wet, and found I was still aroused despite what should have been a miserable situation.
Eventually the twins woke up and they took pity on me. They untied me from my spread-eagle position and lead me to an old post. They quickly tied my hands behind the post then wrapped several rounds of rope around me and the pole. Some was above my chest, some below, some wrapped around my waist, and there was some at my knees and around my cowboy boots. And I noticed something different. I could almost see an aura, for lack of a better word, around each twin. Now, I don’t believe in that new age crap but that’s the only way I can explain it. Both had a purple glow, but Landon’s had a bit more red glow while Logan’s had a bit more blue. And as they tormented me, I could see the colors lighten and darken. Suddenly both took a much deeper purple glow. That’s when Logan announced, “It is time to burn paleface at the stake.” I knew they brought firewood, but I didn’t expect this kind of campfire. They piled the firewood and kindling around my booted feet. I thought, “Holy shit, this can’t be real!”
Sure enough, it wasn’t. After they let me sweat it out for a bit, they pulled the wood and kindling away from me and lit a fire. It was close enough I could feel the warmth beginning to dry my wet clothes and far enough away I wasn’t getting too hot or choking on smoke.
They warmed up some breakfast and fed me. They also gave me some water to drink. Logan decided I probably need to take a leak, so he undid my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear down. He carefully took my dick and pointed it so I wouldn’t pee in the fire or on my boots and I let loose a stream of piss. Then I noticed the glow around Landon went to a very dark shade. Landon stepped forward with one of the rawhide strips and proceeded to tie it around the base of my balls. Oddly, as I looked down I thought I was already growing more hair down there and my dick seemed even larger than yesterday. Landon left a good bit of the cord hanging down from the loop around my balls.
With that, they both decided time was time to torment me. They tugged on the cord around my balls, they gave me titty twisters and wet willies. Eventually Landon went behind the post and took the end of the cord around my balls and pulled it up, tying it to the ropes that secured my wrists. It was really uncomfortable; my balls were pulled back and the cord was sawing on my ass crack. If I struggled at all, I felt the tug on my balls and sawing action on my ass crack. And of course I struggled as they continued the titty twisters and wet willies and began tickling me. I couldn’t hold still from their assault. And I found myself aroused again, aroused enough I shot my load into the air.
Eventually, they stopped tormenting me. It felt like they’d condensed several years of schoolyard bullying into an hour or so. On the good side, between the fire and the sun my clothes had pretty much dried out. Landon removed the cord securing my balls, first from my wrists then from my balls. Next they began to until me from the pole. For a brief moment I was completely untied and pulled up my pants and underwear and because it was getting hot, I pulled off my shirt. I swear, there was more hair on my armpits than yesterday. Then both brothers jumped on me and wrestled me to the ground. It wasn’t long before they had me pinned, face up on the ground and tied my hands in front of me. They told me to get up, which wasn’t so easy with my hands tied, but I eventually did. I no more than stood up, when Landon grabbed me in a bull dog hold. Then Logan grabbed by briefs and gave me a wedgie then said, “You’ve been bullied today. This will teach you as a man to be kind to others.”
They then grabbed some fishing poles, and we walked around the lake to their favorite fishing spot. It wasn’t that easy to walk with my hands tied and my underwear stuck up my ass crack but I did. I spent the rest of the day with my hands tied. When we returned to camp, they also tied my booted ankles again. And that’s how I spent the rest of the time at the lake. They didn’t untie me, but at least I got to sleep in the tent the second night.
The next day they smuggled me back to their barn under a blanket and only then untied me to send me home.
We had other session over the next couple years. But nothing was ever as intimate as that camping trip. I had a great growth spurt soon after, and my Momma complained about having to buy me new clothes and cowboy boots so soon as I grew quickly.
I developed an interest in chemistry in high school, discussed that with my Dad and decided to take college courses along that line, possibly looking toward pharmaceuticals. Somehow, I stumbled upon some fairly normal items that I could combine to manipulate someone’s aura. That led to more research and the combination of items, I wouldn’t call them drugs, I managed to package into some cans of beer at the factory brewery for my private collection. It has no effect on a normal person, but if I can see an aura of any color, I know the effect this beer would have on them. It only makes them agreeable to listen to my pitch and story. Sometimes the subject decides no, so another beer from a different private batch basically removes any memory of this chat. The next morning, the guy just thinks he drank a bit too much and can’t recall what all happened.
Oh, I forgot the next part. I met a guy named Randy in college. He had a gray aura. Now keep in mind, the aura doesn’t tell me if someone is gay or not. And Randy wasn’t, but we still played a bit of cowboy bondage with each other. We’d played that afternoon, before the Karaoke contest that earned me my recording contract. Since then, I started using bondage play to enhance my singing abilities and on stage energy levels. That’s where you could help along with my other recruits.
When you invented that story to try to get an interview with me, I made sure my helpers pointed you out in the audience. Your aura was a deep maroon, larger than any I’d seen in a long time. I always scan the audience hoping the twins will show up. But you managed to outshine even them. I still hope to run across them again someday, if nothing more than to say thanks.
And with that, the flashback was over.
“So, Austin, it’s decision time. Are you in or are you out?”, Colt asked.
Colt’s narrated flashback concludes.
Sometime getting closer to morning, I was awakened by a flash of light. I guess it had awoken the twins as I heard them say it was probably heat lightning, not a storm. Anyway, I fell back asleep only to be woken up by rain hitting my face shortly afterwards. The twins had no desire to rescue me, so I laid there, spread eagle on the ground and the rain came down in buckets and soaked my clothes. At least it was dissolving some of the sticky mess I’d made in my underwear earlier as I was drenched by the heavy rain. There wasn’t a whole lot of lightning, but I swore I felt a tingle from the ground during one of the flashes. I never did fall back asleep, I just laid there soaking wet, and found I was still aroused despite what should have been a miserable situation.
Eventually the twins woke up and they took pity on me. They untied me from my spread-eagle position and lead me to an old post. They quickly tied my hands behind the post then wrapped several rounds of rope around me and the pole. Some was above my chest, some below, some wrapped around my waist, and there was some at my knees and around my cowboy boots. And I noticed something different. I could almost see an aura, for lack of a better word, around each twin. Now, I don’t believe in that new age crap but that’s the only way I can explain it. Both had a purple glow, but Landon’s had a bit more red glow while Logan’s had a bit more blue. And as they tormented me, I could see the colors lighten and darken. Suddenly both took a much deeper purple glow. That’s when Logan announced, “It is time to burn paleface at the stake.” I knew they brought firewood, but I didn’t expect this kind of campfire. They piled the firewood and kindling around my booted feet. I thought, “Holy shit, this can’t be real!”
Sure enough, it wasn’t. After they let me sweat it out for a bit, they pulled the wood and kindling away from me and lit a fire. It was close enough I could feel the warmth beginning to dry my wet clothes and far enough away I wasn’t getting too hot or choking on smoke.
They warmed up some breakfast and fed me. They also gave me some water to drink. Logan decided I probably need to take a leak, so he undid my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear down. He carefully took my dick and pointed it so I wouldn’t pee in the fire or on my boots and I let loose a stream of piss. Then I noticed the glow around Landon went to a very dark shade. Landon stepped forward with one of the rawhide strips and proceeded to tie it around the base of my balls. Oddly, as I looked down I thought I was already growing more hair down there and my dick seemed even larger than yesterday. Landon left a good bit of the cord hanging down from the loop around my balls.
With that, they both decided time was time to torment me. They tugged on the cord around my balls, they gave me titty twisters and wet willies. Eventually Landon went behind the post and took the end of the cord around my balls and pulled it up, tying it to the ropes that secured my wrists. It was really uncomfortable; my balls were pulled back and the cord was sawing on my ass crack. If I struggled at all, I felt the tug on my balls and sawing action on my ass crack. And of course I struggled as they continued the titty twisters and wet willies and began tickling me. I couldn’t hold still from their assault. And I found myself aroused again, aroused enough I shot my load into the air.
Eventually, they stopped tormenting me. It felt like they’d condensed several years of schoolyard bullying into an hour or so. On the good side, between the fire and the sun my clothes had pretty much dried out. Landon removed the cord securing my balls, first from my wrists then from my balls. Next they began to until me from the pole. For a brief moment I was completely untied and pulled up my pants and underwear and because it was getting hot, I pulled off my shirt. I swear, there was more hair on my armpits than yesterday. Then both brothers jumped on me and wrestled me to the ground. It wasn’t long before they had me pinned, face up on the ground and tied my hands in front of me. They told me to get up, which wasn’t so easy with my hands tied, but I eventually did. I no more than stood up, when Landon grabbed me in a bull dog hold. Then Logan grabbed by briefs and gave me a wedgie then said, “You’ve been bullied today. This will teach you as a man to be kind to others.”
They then grabbed some fishing poles, and we walked around the lake to their favorite fishing spot. It wasn’t that easy to walk with my hands tied and my underwear stuck up my ass crack but I did. I spent the rest of the day with my hands tied. When we returned to camp, they also tied my booted ankles again. And that’s how I spent the rest of the time at the lake. They didn’t untie me, but at least I got to sleep in the tent the second night.
The next day they smuggled me back to their barn under a blanket and only then untied me to send me home.
We had other session over the next couple years. But nothing was ever as intimate as that camping trip. I had a great growth spurt soon after, and my Momma complained about having to buy me new clothes and cowboy boots so soon as I grew quickly.
I developed an interest in chemistry in high school, discussed that with my Dad and decided to take college courses along that line, possibly looking toward pharmaceuticals. Somehow, I stumbled upon some fairly normal items that I could combine to manipulate someone’s aura. That led to more research and the combination of items, I wouldn’t call them drugs, I managed to package into some cans of beer at the factory brewery for my private collection. It has no effect on a normal person, but if I can see an aura of any color, I know the effect this beer would have on them. It only makes them agreeable to listen to my pitch and story. Sometimes the subject decides no, so another beer from a different private batch basically removes any memory of this chat. The next morning, the guy just thinks he drank a bit too much and can’t recall what all happened.
Oh, I forgot the next part. I met a guy named Randy in college. He had a gray aura. Now keep in mind, the aura doesn’t tell me if someone is gay or not. And Randy wasn’t, but we still played a bit of cowboy bondage with each other. We’d played that afternoon, before the Karaoke contest that earned me my recording contract. Since then, I started using bondage play to enhance my singing abilities and on stage energy levels. That’s where you could help along with my other recruits.
When you invented that story to try to get an interview with me, I made sure my helpers pointed you out in the audience. Your aura was a deep maroon, larger than any I’d seen in a long time. I always scan the audience hoping the twins will show up. But you managed to outshine even them. I still hope to run across them again someday, if nothing more than to say thanks.
And with that, the flashback was over.
“So, Austin, it’s decision time. Are you in or are you out?”, Colt asked.
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Chapter 4 - The Backstory Concludes, Decision Time
Colt’s narrated flashback concludes.
Sometime getting closer to morning, I was awakened by a flash of light. I guess it had awoken the twins as I heard them say it was probably heat lightning, not a storm. Anyway, I fell back asleep only to be woken up by rain hitting my face shortly afterwards. The twins had no desire to rescue me, so I laid there, spread eagle on the ground and the rain came down in buckets and soaked my clothes. At least it was dissolving some of the sticky mess I’d made in my underwear earlier as I was drenched by the heavy rain. There wasn’t a whole lot of lightning, but I swore I felt a tingle from the ground during one of the flashes. I never did fall back asleep, I just laid there soaking wet, and found I was still aroused despite what should have been a miserable situation.
Eventually the twins woke up and they took pity on me. They untied me from my spread-eagle position and lead me to an old post. They quickly tied my hands behind the post then wrapped several rounds of rope around me and the pole. Some was above my chest, some below, some wrapped around my waist, and there was some at my knees and around my cowboy boots. And I noticed something different. I could almost see an aura, for lack of a better word, around each twin. Now, I don’t believe in that new age crap but that’s the only way I can explain it. Both had a purple glow, but Landon’s had a bit more red glow while Logan’s had a bit more blue. And as they tormented me, I could see the colors lighten and darken. Suddenly both took a much deeper purple glow. That’s when Logan announced, “It is time to burn paleface at the stake.” I knew they brought firewood, but I didn’t expect this kind of campfire. They piled the firewood and kindling around my booted feet. I thought, “Holy shit, this can’t be real!”
Sure enough, it wasn’t. After they let me sweat it out for a bit, they pulled the wood and kindling away from me and lit a fire. It was close enough I could feel the warmth beginning to dry my wet clothes and far enough away I wasn’t getting too hot or choking on smoke.
They warmed up some breakfast and fed me. They also gave me some water to drink. Logan decided I probably need to take a leak, so he undid my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear down. He carefully took my dick and pointed it so I wouldn’t pee in the fire or on my boots and I let loose a stream of piss. Then I noticed the glow around Landon went to a very dark shade. Landon stepped forward with one of the rawhide strips and proceeded to tie it around the base of my balls. Oddly, as I looked down I thought I was already growing more hair down there and my dick seemed even larger than yesterday. Landon left a good bit of the cord hanging down from the loop around my balls.
With that, they both decided time was time to torment me. They tugged on the cord around my balls, they gave me titty twisters and wet willies. Eventually Landon went behind the post and took the end of the cord around my balls and pulled it up, tying it to the ropes that secured my wrists. It was really uncomfortable; my balls were pulled back and the cord was sawing on my ass crack. If I struggled at all, I felt the tug on my balls and sawing action on my ass crack. And of course I struggled as they continued the titty twisters and wet willies and began tickling me. I couldn’t hold still from their assault. And I found myself aroused again, aroused enough I shot my load into the air.
Eventually, they stopped tormenting me. It felt like they’d condensed several years of schoolyard bullying into an hour or so. On the good side, between the fire and the sun my clothes had pretty much dried out. Landon removed the cord securing my balls, first from my wrists then from my balls. Next they began to until me from the pole. For a brief moment I was completely untied and pulled up my pants and underwear and because it was getting hot, I pulled off my shirt. I swear, there was more hair on my armpits than yesterday. Then both brothers jumped on me and wrestled me to the ground. It wasn’t long before they had me pinned, face up on the ground and tied my hands in front of me. They told me to get up, which wasn’t so easy with my hands tied, but I eventually did. I no more than stood up, when Landon grabbed me in a bull dog hold. Then Logan grabbed by briefs and gave me a wedgie then said, “You’ve been bullied today. This will teach you as a man to be kind to others.”
They then grabbed some fishing poles, and we walked around the lake to their favorite fishing spot. It wasn’t that easy to walk with my hands tied and my underwear stuck up my ass crack but I did. I spent the rest of the day with my hands tied. When we returned to camp, they also tied my booted ankles again. And that’s how I spent the rest of the time at the lake. They didn’t untie me, but at least I got to sleep in the tent the second night.
The next day they smuggled me back to their barn under a blanket and only then untied me to send me home.
We had other session over the next couple years. But nothing was ever as intimate as that camping trip. I had a great growth spurt soon after, and my Momma complained about having to buy me new clothes and cowboy boots so soon as I grew quickly.
I developed an interest in chemistry in high school, discussed that with my Dad and decided to take college courses along that line, possibly looking toward pharmaceuticals. Somehow, I stumbled upon some fairly normal items that I could combine to manipulate someone’s aura. That led to more research and the combination of items, I wouldn’t call them drugs, I managed to package into some cans of beer at the factory brewery for my private collection. It has no effect on a normal person, but if I can see an aura of any color, I know the effect this beer would have on them. It only makes them agreeable to listen to my pitch and story. Sometimes the subject decides no, so another beer from a different private batch basically removes any memory of this chat. The next morning, the guy just thinks he drank a bit too much and can’t recall what all happened.
Oh, I forgot the next part. I met a guy named Randy in college. He had a gray aura. Now keep in mind, the aura doesn’t tell me if someone is gay or not. And Randy wasn’t, but we still played a bit of cowboy bondage with each other. We’d played that afternoon, before the Karaoke contest that earned me my recording contract. Since then, I started using bondage play to enhance my singing abilities and on stage energy levels. That’s where you could help along with my other recruits.
When you invented that story to try to get an interview with me, I made sure my helpers pointed you out in the audience. Your aura was a deep maroon, larger than any I’d seen in a long time. I always scan the audience hoping the twins will show up. But you managed to outshine even them. I still hope to run across them again someday, if nothing more than to say thanks.
And with that, the flashback was over.
“So, Austin, it’s decision time. Are you in or are you out?”, Colt asked.
Colt’s narrated flashback concludes.
Sometime getting closer to morning, I was awakened by a flash of light. I guess it had awoken the twins as I heard them say it was probably heat lightning, not a storm. Anyway, I fell back asleep only to be woken up by rain hitting my face shortly afterwards. The twins had no desire to rescue me, so I laid there, spread eagle on the ground and the rain came down in buckets and soaked my clothes. At least it was dissolving some of the sticky mess I’d made in my underwear earlier as I was drenched by the heavy rain. There wasn’t a whole lot of lightning, but I swore I felt a tingle from the ground during one of the flashes. I never did fall back asleep, I just laid there soaking wet, and found I was still aroused despite what should have been a miserable situation.
Eventually the twins woke up and they took pity on me. They untied me from my spread-eagle position and lead me to an old post. They quickly tied my hands behind the post then wrapped several rounds of rope around me and the pole. Some was above my chest, some below, some wrapped around my waist, and there was some at my knees and around my cowboy boots. And I noticed something different. I could almost see an aura, for lack of a better word, around each twin. Now, I don’t believe in that new age crap but that’s the only way I can explain it. Both had a purple glow, but Landon’s had a bit more red glow while Logan’s had a bit more blue. And as they tormented me, I could see the colors lighten and darken. Suddenly both took a much deeper purple glow. That’s when Logan announced, “It is time to burn paleface at the stake.” I knew they brought firewood, but I didn’t expect this kind of campfire. They piled the firewood and kindling around my booted feet. I thought, “Holy shit, this can’t be real!”
Sure enough, it wasn’t. After they let me sweat it out for a bit, they pulled the wood and kindling away from me and lit a fire. It was close enough I could feel the warmth beginning to dry my wet clothes and far enough away I wasn’t getting too hot or choking on smoke.
They warmed up some breakfast and fed me. They also gave me some water to drink. Logan decided I probably need to take a leak, so he undid my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear down. He carefully took my dick and pointed it so I wouldn’t pee in the fire or on my boots and I let loose a stream of piss. Then I noticed the glow around Landon went to a very dark shade. Landon stepped forward with one of the rawhide strips and proceeded to tie it around the base of my balls. Oddly, as I looked down I thought I was already growing more hair down there and my dick seemed even larger than yesterday. Landon left a good bit of the cord hanging down from the loop around my balls.
With that, they both decided time was time to torment me. They tugged on the cord around my balls, they gave me titty twisters and wet willies. Eventually Landon went behind the post and took the end of the cord around my balls and pulled it up, tying it to the ropes that secured my wrists. It was really uncomfortable; my balls were pulled back and the cord was sawing on my ass crack. If I struggled at all, I felt the tug on my balls and sawing action on my ass crack. And of course I struggled as they continued the titty twisters and wet willies and began tickling me. I couldn’t hold still from their assault. And I found myself aroused again, aroused enough I shot my load into the air.
Eventually, they stopped tormenting me. It felt like they’d condensed several years of schoolyard bullying into an hour or so. On the good side, between the fire and the sun my clothes had pretty much dried out. Landon removed the cord securing my balls, first from my wrists then from my balls. Next they began to until me from the pole. For a brief moment I was completely untied and pulled up my pants and underwear and because it was getting hot, I pulled off my shirt. I swear, there was more hair on my armpits than yesterday. Then both brothers jumped on me and wrestled me to the ground. It wasn’t long before they had me pinned, face up on the ground and tied my hands in front of me. They told me to get up, which wasn’t so easy with my hands tied, but I eventually did. I no more than stood up, when Landon grabbed me in a bull dog hold. Then Logan grabbed by briefs and gave me a wedgie then said, “You’ve been bullied today. This will teach you as a man to be kind to others.”
They then grabbed some fishing poles, and we walked around the lake to their favorite fishing spot. It wasn’t that easy to walk with my hands tied and my underwear stuck up my ass crack but I did. I spent the rest of the day with my hands tied. When we returned to camp, they also tied my booted ankles again. And that’s how I spent the rest of the time at the lake. They didn’t untie me, but at least I got to sleep in the tent the second night.
The next day they smuggled me back to their barn under a blanket and only then untied me to send me home.
We had other session over the next couple years. But nothing was ever as intimate as that camping trip. I had a great growth spurt soon after, and my Momma complained about having to buy me new clothes and cowboy boots so soon as I grew quickly.
I developed an interest in chemistry in high school, discussed that with my Dad and decided to take college courses along that line, possibly looking toward pharmaceuticals. Somehow, I stumbled upon some fairly normal items that I could combine to manipulate someone’s aura. That led to more research and the combination of items, I wouldn’t call them drugs, I managed to package into some cans of beer at the factory brewery for my private collection. It has no effect on a normal person, but if I can see an aura of any color, I know the effect this beer would have on them. It only makes them agreeable to listen to my pitch and story. Sometimes the subject decides no, so another beer from a different private batch basically removes any memory of this chat. The next morning, the guy just thinks he drank a bit too much and can’t recall what all happened.
Oh, I forgot the next part. I met a guy named Randy in college. He had a gray aura. Now keep in mind, the aura doesn’t tell me if someone is gay or not. And Randy wasn’t, but we still played a bit of cowboy bondage with each other. We’d played that afternoon, before the Karaoke contest that earned me my recording contract. Since then, I started using bondage play to enhance my singing abilities and on stage energy levels. That’s where you could help along with my other recruits.
When you invented that story to try to get an interview with me, I made sure my helpers pointed you out in the audience. Your aura was a deep maroon, larger than any I’d seen in a long time. I always scan the audience hoping the twins will show up. But you managed to outshine even them. I still hope to run across them again someday, if nothing more than to say thanks.
And with that, the flashback was over.
“So, Austin, it’s decision time. Are you in or are you out?”, Colt asked.
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Very hot! I’m excited to see where this goes for Austin!
Chapter 5 - Behind the Door
Colt removed the ball gag from Austin’s mouth. Colt again asked, “Are you in or are you out?”
Austin replied he was in. Austin figured there was more to uncover. Were these stagehands in some zombie trance? Austin was gambling he could go along, get the dirt, then back out. But Colt seemed to know from looking at Austin that there was still not 100% agreement. Maybe he’d seen it before. Maybe Austin’s aura was changing color or shape.
The stagehands walked in. Austin noticed how strong they looked and that each was sweaty from a long day’s work for the concert. “Please show our new guest to the inner quarters.” With that, Austin was untied from the chair and led through a door deeper into the large RV. Austin was placed against a padded wall and before he knew what was happening, bands came out capturing his hands at his side and then around his booted ankles and finally around his waist above his belt. Then Austin realized the stagehands had each assumed a position along the padded wall. But oddly, before each of them was restrained by bands and secured to the wall like he was, each of them had pulled their pants and underwear down to their knees. Now that each was firmly secured, their section of the walls tilted and now each was lying flat in a bed. Austin remained upright, however. Then a mask dropped down above each man, and it covered their nose and mouth. Next Austin noticed an arm, for lack of a better term, drop down from the ceiling above the crotch of each man. By now each man had an erection and the mechanical arm reached out and covered that erection in a tube. But the arm wasn’t done. It had another appendage, and that appendage went into the ass of each man. “No freaking way!”, Austin blurted out!
Colt said that this was a typical reaction and explained what was happening. “The mask provides a special blend of enhanced air. I capture the man scents from dirty laundry. The underarm musk, the sweaty crotch funk, the foot odor and leather from the socks. I refine this so we each share in the other’s manliness. Don’t worry it doesn’t smell like any of that, though I have caught a few guys rolling around in the dirty laundry soaking up the smells. The penis cover is designed to maintain an erection, keeping the guys in that about to cum sense of euphoria. The gentle massage of the prostate helps with that too. Occasionally we get someone who shoots their load during the trip. Nothing goes to waste. That is captured, refined, and added to our aroma therapy.”
By now, Austin was thrashing frantically against his restraints. Colt noticed the sweat stains forming on Austin’s shirt and took a sniff of his armpit. “What a wonderful aroma you bring, though it will be better when the sweat comes from pleasure, not fear.” Colt then undid Austin’s belt and jeans and pulled the jeans down. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be a brief type guy.”, Colt said as he saw Austin’s multi-colored Jockey briefs. Colt pulled the briefs down and Austin’s large erection was now on full display. “A fine specimen!” Colt commented.
Austin felt a metal band now circling his forehead. Now he could no longer move his head. Colt then said. “Until someone gets used to the arrangement, a head restraint is for the best. This is your last chance to back out. Just say the word and it all ends. You won’t remember a thing.” But Austin couldn’t bring himself to say stop. He couldn’t say anything, even though he remained ungagged. Then he felt the wall tilt back just like everyone else’s had already done. The mask came down and Austin held his breath as long as he could, but finally gave in. For a compound that was derived from the sweat and cum of the other men in this RV, it had a pleasant faint aroma and was very soothing. Until the tube was on his penis, Austin had totally forgotten that was happening. Austin was sure he should struggle against the restraints before the probe entered his ass, but it seemed he couldn’t or didn’t want to. He wasn’t sure anymore. Then the stimulation started and between it and aroma, he was indeed in a land of bliss. Austin noticed Colt had dropped his pants and underwear and backed against the wall. Colt was then restrained as subject to the same travel arrangements as his crew. The last thing Austin thought was he sure had a lot of follow up questions for Colt! Then Austin dropped off into a deep, euphoric sleep.
Colt removed the ball gag from Austin’s mouth. Colt again asked, “Are you in or are you out?”
Austin replied he was in. Austin figured there was more to uncover. Were these stagehands in some zombie trance? Austin was gambling he could go along, get the dirt, then back out. But Colt seemed to know from looking at Austin that there was still not 100% agreement. Maybe he’d seen it before. Maybe Austin’s aura was changing color or shape.
The stagehands walked in. Austin noticed how strong they looked and that each was sweaty from a long day’s work for the concert. “Please show our new guest to the inner quarters.” With that, Austin was untied from the chair and led through a door deeper into the large RV. Austin was placed against a padded wall and before he knew what was happening, bands came out capturing his hands at his side and then around his booted ankles and finally around his waist above his belt. Then Austin realized the stagehands had each assumed a position along the padded wall. But oddly, before each of them was restrained by bands and secured to the wall like he was, each of them had pulled their pants and underwear down to their knees. Now that each was firmly secured, their section of the walls tilted and now each was lying flat in a bed. Austin remained upright, however. Then a mask dropped down above each man, and it covered their nose and mouth. Next Austin noticed an arm, for lack of a better term, drop down from the ceiling above the crotch of each man. By now each man had an erection and the mechanical arm reached out and covered that erection in a tube. But the arm wasn’t done. It had another appendage, and that appendage went into the ass of each man. “No freaking way!”, Austin blurted out!
Colt said that this was a typical reaction and explained what was happening. “The mask provides a special blend of enhanced air. I capture the man scents from dirty laundry. The underarm musk, the sweaty crotch funk, the foot odor and leather from the socks. I refine this so we each share in the other’s manliness. Don’t worry it doesn’t smell like any of that, though I have caught a few guys rolling around in the dirty laundry soaking up the smells. The penis cover is designed to maintain an erection, keeping the guys in that about to cum sense of euphoria. The gentle massage of the prostate helps with that too. Occasionally we get someone who shoots their load during the trip. Nothing goes to waste. That is captured, refined, and added to our aroma therapy.”
By now, Austin was thrashing frantically against his restraints. Colt noticed the sweat stains forming on Austin’s shirt and took a sniff of his armpit. “What a wonderful aroma you bring, though it will be better when the sweat comes from pleasure, not fear.” Colt then undid Austin’s belt and jeans and pulled the jeans down. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be a brief type guy.”, Colt said as he saw Austin’s multi-colored Jockey briefs. Colt pulled the briefs down and Austin’s large erection was now on full display. “A fine specimen!” Colt commented.
Austin felt a metal band now circling his forehead. Now he could no longer move his head. Colt then said. “Until someone gets used to the arrangement, a head restraint is for the best. This is your last chance to back out. Just say the word and it all ends. You won’t remember a thing.” But Austin couldn’t bring himself to say stop. He couldn’t say anything, even though he remained ungagged. Then he felt the wall tilt back just like everyone else’s had already done. The mask came down and Austin held his breath as long as he could, but finally gave in. For a compound that was derived from the sweat and cum of the other men in this RV, it had a pleasant faint aroma and was very soothing. Until the tube was on his penis, Austin had totally forgotten that was happening. Austin was sure he should struggle against the restraints before the probe entered his ass, but it seemed he couldn’t or didn’t want to. He wasn’t sure anymore. Then the stimulation started and between it and aroma, he was indeed in a land of bliss. Austin noticed Colt had dropped his pants and underwear and backed against the wall. Colt was then restrained as subject to the same travel arrangements as his crew. The last thing Austin thought was he sure had a lot of follow up questions for Colt! Then Austin dropped off into a deep, euphoric sleep.
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Chapter 6 - A New City, A New Job for Austin
Austin wasn’t entirely sure what all happened as he slept. One thing he knew was he had a lot of vivid dreams. Some of the dreams were obviously related to Colt’s childhood experiences with Logan and Landon. But there were other dreams of bound cowboys he did not know, but yet seemed somehow familiar.
As Austin woke, the bed he was laying on tilted back vertically. He noticed everyone else’s bed was doing the same, as if everyone woke up at the same time. Austin also noticed the probe was gone from his ass and the mask removed from his face. Then Austin noticed Colt’s restraints had come undone. Colt quickly pulled his pants up and looked around at the members of his entourage. Colt then launched into his pep talk for the day, explaining that they’d traveled to a new concert destination as the group slept. As normal they’d start the day with breakfast and concert prep. Then once everything was ready for the performance, they would have time to relax before the final concert preparation started. Colt finished by introducing the newest member of their group, Austin. “But then, by now, I’m sure y’all know him intimately.” Austin concluded. That’s when it hit Austin that those dreams had connected him with all these guys and their bondage fantasies. And they now knew his. It could have been awkward, but instead it made them all feel closer. All at once, the restraints released for all the guys.
As if one cue, each guy pulled his jeans up and headed for the rear door of the RV. Colt unlocked the door and was greeted by the bus driver who had arrived at the arena where breakfast awaited. Colt’s demands were not terrible compared to some singers, but he did request breakfast be ready upon arrival and that they be fed breakfast and the other meals on site. After breakfast, the RV driver (sometimes a team of drivers) would be able to get their rest because the tour would move to a new city for another performance the next day.
The meal was soon over, and the group of men began their tasks. Trucks soon arrived with the stage equipment and the crew began unloading. Colt asked Austin to join him again in the RV. Once inside, Colt locked the door. “I’m going to have to ask you to back against the wall”, Colt said, as he pointed to where Austin had spent the night. Austin complied and the steel bands again captured his wrists and booted feet. ”It’s still early in the process, and this is as much for your safety as it is for mine. It’s not uncommon for the process to stir up some deep emotions and sometimes people want to act on them for good or bad.”
Austin had to admit, Colt was right as Austin wanted nothing more that to grab Colt and tie him up and… And what Austin thought? Beat the crap out of him for “kidnapping” him (you can’t really kidnap the willing, can you?) or plant a kiss on those lips before going to work on Colt’s manhood? Austin shook his head trying to clear those thoughts.
Colt started speaking, “I’ve had a need for someone to handle my press relations directly. In the past I had sent releases to a PR firm but as our stardom has grown, my group has grown, hence our need for a PR specialist. I’ve researched your postings on several blogs and how well you organize and express your thoughts. I also know you could design a webpage and handle communications. I now have a deep insight into your personality and your talents. You are the perfect man for the job. Of course, you may also be assisting my stagehands and fellow band members from time to time as well.”
“Last night, you were limited in the thoughts channeled your way. It can be overwhelming to simultaneously know so much about me and the rest of the crew. But as you do, you’ll see that it’s a great group. We all know how to divide tasks and help each other as needed both for band work and extracurricular activities. No one needs to be jealous of any other member because we are all linked. My fame and success is theirs as well. Once the team members finish the initial setup this morning, we have lunch then time for some afternoon play before we clean up, do the final preparations, and the concert begins.”
“One task I’d like you to undertake, since I can tell you know your way around the Internet, is to see if you can track down Logan and Landon. I’d love for them to be part of the group but even if that can’t happen, I’d like to at least talk to them. I really haven’t been able to find any trace of them since I started looking about a year back.”
“Today, you’re going to remain in restraints until concert time except for meal breaks. It’s just safer that way. I know the men have already worked out who will spend today’s play time with you. I know I’d certainly like to, but I think it’s far better for you to get to know the rest of the group too.”
With that, Austin began to struggle in his restraints. But the steel bands firmly held his arms to his side and kept his booted feet in place.
“Shall we start to discuss a new webpage?”, Colt asked as Austin’s struggles stopped. Austin realized he was no longer interested in struggling. He wanted so much to be a part of this group, even their behind the scene activities. And he had to admit, he had a deep desire to find and meet Logan and Landon, though he wondered if that was his thoughts or Colt had gotten into his mind.
Austin wasn’t entirely sure what all happened as he slept. One thing he knew was he had a lot of vivid dreams. Some of the dreams were obviously related to Colt’s childhood experiences with Logan and Landon. But there were other dreams of bound cowboys he did not know, but yet seemed somehow familiar.
As Austin woke, the bed he was laying on tilted back vertically. He noticed everyone else’s bed was doing the same, as if everyone woke up at the same time. Austin also noticed the probe was gone from his ass and the mask removed from his face. Then Austin noticed Colt’s restraints had come undone. Colt quickly pulled his pants up and looked around at the members of his entourage. Colt then launched into his pep talk for the day, explaining that they’d traveled to a new concert destination as the group slept. As normal they’d start the day with breakfast and concert prep. Then once everything was ready for the performance, they would have time to relax before the final concert preparation started. Colt finished by introducing the newest member of their group, Austin. “But then, by now, I’m sure y’all know him intimately.” Austin concluded. That’s when it hit Austin that those dreams had connected him with all these guys and their bondage fantasies. And they now knew his. It could have been awkward, but instead it made them all feel closer. All at once, the restraints released for all the guys.
As if one cue, each guy pulled his jeans up and headed for the rear door of the RV. Colt unlocked the door and was greeted by the bus driver who had arrived at the arena where breakfast awaited. Colt’s demands were not terrible compared to some singers, but he did request breakfast be ready upon arrival and that they be fed breakfast and the other meals on site. After breakfast, the RV driver (sometimes a team of drivers) would be able to get their rest because the tour would move to a new city for another performance the next day.
The meal was soon over, and the group of men began their tasks. Trucks soon arrived with the stage equipment and the crew began unloading. Colt asked Austin to join him again in the RV. Once inside, Colt locked the door. “I’m going to have to ask you to back against the wall”, Colt said, as he pointed to where Austin had spent the night. Austin complied and the steel bands again captured his wrists and booted feet. ”It’s still early in the process, and this is as much for your safety as it is for mine. It’s not uncommon for the process to stir up some deep emotions and sometimes people want to act on them for good or bad.”
Austin had to admit, Colt was right as Austin wanted nothing more that to grab Colt and tie him up and… And what Austin thought? Beat the crap out of him for “kidnapping” him (you can’t really kidnap the willing, can you?) or plant a kiss on those lips before going to work on Colt’s manhood? Austin shook his head trying to clear those thoughts.
Colt started speaking, “I’ve had a need for someone to handle my press relations directly. In the past I had sent releases to a PR firm but as our stardom has grown, my group has grown, hence our need for a PR specialist. I’ve researched your postings on several blogs and how well you organize and express your thoughts. I also know you could design a webpage and handle communications. I now have a deep insight into your personality and your talents. You are the perfect man for the job. Of course, you may also be assisting my stagehands and fellow band members from time to time as well.”
“Last night, you were limited in the thoughts channeled your way. It can be overwhelming to simultaneously know so much about me and the rest of the crew. But as you do, you’ll see that it’s a great group. We all know how to divide tasks and help each other as needed both for band work and extracurricular activities. No one needs to be jealous of any other member because we are all linked. My fame and success is theirs as well. Once the team members finish the initial setup this morning, we have lunch then time for some afternoon play before we clean up, do the final preparations, and the concert begins.”
“One task I’d like you to undertake, since I can tell you know your way around the Internet, is to see if you can track down Logan and Landon. I’d love for them to be part of the group but even if that can’t happen, I’d like to at least talk to them. I really haven’t been able to find any trace of them since I started looking about a year back.”
“Today, you’re going to remain in restraints until concert time except for meal breaks. It’s just safer that way. I know the men have already worked out who will spend today’s play time with you. I know I’d certainly like to, but I think it’s far better for you to get to know the rest of the group too.”
With that, Austin began to struggle in his restraints. But the steel bands firmly held his arms to his side and kept his booted feet in place.
“Shall we start to discuss a new webpage?”, Colt asked as Austin’s struggles stopped. Austin realized he was no longer interested in struggling. He wanted so much to be a part of this group, even their behind the scene activities. And he had to admit, he had a deep desire to find and meet Logan and Landon, though he wondered if that was his thoughts or Colt had gotten into his mind.
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Chapter 7 - The Games They Play
Austin listened as Colt discussed his business plans. He wanted better communications with the fans. More scheduling information. Colt and Austin discussed a lot of stuff. It felt off to Austin to be having such a casual conversation about the singer’s business while still being restrained by the singer who had in effect kidnapped him. But then, that old saying popped into Austin's mind: “you can’t kidnap the willing”. Austin had to wonder why he enjoyed being Colt’s captive so much. Unlike Colt, Austin never played tie up games as a kid. Sure, he always dressed like an urban cowboy but never played cowboys and Indians as a kid. And here he was, bound in some weird contraption by one of today’s hottest, handsomest, and most successful country music stars.
By lunch time, Colt and Austin had worked out a communication plan. Colt took all the notes since Austin remained captive. Colt then pushed a button and for the first time in many hours, Austin was free. He followed Colt out to the lunch area and got a plate. He looked around that the remainder of the crew, He couldn’t help but think about Colt’s statement that the crew had already decided who would play with him after lunch.
It didn’t remain a mystery long as Luke came over and sat beside him. Luke was attractive (heck, all the guys around Colt were) and soon the two guys were discussing how exciting tonight’s performance was going to be. Luke never spoke of what was to happen that afternoon, but both he and Austin knew. And Austin could feel the instructions, that he was sure no one had even said to him, that outside the RV everything was perfectly normal. Any play, and any talk of play, only happened in the RV.
Once they finished eating, Luke and Austin entered the RV. One pair of the guys was already in the RV and there was a huge pile of rope and other supplies laid out. Luke looked at Austin and said, “this will be a whole lot more fun without clothes.” And Austin, without even thinking stripped down to his socks, then put his cowboy boots back on.
Luke immediately grabbed a length of rope and Austin’s hands were quickly bound behind his back. Luke then took a longer length of rope and formed an upper body harness that showed off Austin’s chest. Then Luke pulled Austin’s bound wrists up and secured them to the harness. Luke had tied them high enough to be slightly uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable that Austin would need let loose soon.
As Luke grabbed more rope and began to fabricate a lower body harness, Austin looked down and saw just how hard his dick was. He also noticed that Luke had quite an erection as well, though Luke’s was still hidden by his jeans. Luke quickly created a lower body harness with a V that framed Austin’s crotch before both ends of the rope met and were pulled up Austin’s ass crack and secured to the rope around his waist.
Austin then felt the urge to tug against the rope. And the feeling was intoxicating. Luke obviously knew what he was doing. Austin felt like no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t find any slack in the ropes that bound him. Luke then grabbed a bit gag and showed it into Austin’s mouth. Luke then took a bandana and blindfolded Austin. Austin’s head was swimming. He quickly lost track of time. He tried to guess what would happen next by listening, but Luke wasn’t moving around much. Instead, he was enjoying tormenting his victim. A tweak on a nipple, a stroke on the cock, a pinch on the ball sack. It was simply incredible. Austin couldn’t believe the time he was having. He struggled in the rope, but yet he didn’t want loose. Eventually the excitement was too much, and Austin felt an orgasm going. There was no avoiding it. And just before he came, he felt something clamp over his cock, something soft and warm, and Austin shot his load into it.
Luke then removed the blindfold and Austin could see the tube that had slid over his cock. Luke commented, “We don’t waste anything.” and pulled the tube off. Then Luke untied Austin and with that, the afternoon play period was over. Austin put his clothes back on and all the crew returned to work. Austin looked around that the other guys, wondering which ones were tied up and which ones were the captors. Damn, he was getting hard again.
The afternoon’s work was demanding. Austin was helping this time instead of being in the office with Colt. But the time dinner was ready to be served, there was a crew of hot and sweaty men waiting. Austin thought his sense of smell was stronger. He could smell the scent of the other guys and it was intoxicating.
After they ate, it was time for the final preparations. All the stagehands threw their dirty laundry into a pile. Austin thought that seemed odd, but did as the other did. The showers were set up so three could shower at a time. When it was Austin’s turn, he showered and emerged to find his clothes ready for him – a clean Colt t shirt, Jockey underwear, jeans, socks, and his boots. He had no idea how this all happened but somehow was not surprised.
After the events of the day, the concert went smoothly. Then it was time to wrap up and Austin headed back to the RV ready for his second night sleeping restrained in his new “bed”. Austin had dropped his pants and backed against the wall and was soon restrained again. Before the mask was in place and the probe came down, Colt stepped over and said, “We’ve got a day without a concert tomorrow. You and I have a lot of back-office stuff to catch up on. Sleep well.” And Colt gave him a good night kiss. Then the mask came down and the arm lowered, covering Austin’s penis and slipping the probe us his ass. And Austin drifted off to sleep.
Austin listened as Colt discussed his business plans. He wanted better communications with the fans. More scheduling information. Colt and Austin discussed a lot of stuff. It felt off to Austin to be having such a casual conversation about the singer’s business while still being restrained by the singer who had in effect kidnapped him. But then, that old saying popped into Austin's mind: “you can’t kidnap the willing”. Austin had to wonder why he enjoyed being Colt’s captive so much. Unlike Colt, Austin never played tie up games as a kid. Sure, he always dressed like an urban cowboy but never played cowboys and Indians as a kid. And here he was, bound in some weird contraption by one of today’s hottest, handsomest, and most successful country music stars.
By lunch time, Colt and Austin had worked out a communication plan. Colt took all the notes since Austin remained captive. Colt then pushed a button and for the first time in many hours, Austin was free. He followed Colt out to the lunch area and got a plate. He looked around that the remainder of the crew, He couldn’t help but think about Colt’s statement that the crew had already decided who would play with him after lunch.
It didn’t remain a mystery long as Luke came over and sat beside him. Luke was attractive (heck, all the guys around Colt were) and soon the two guys were discussing how exciting tonight’s performance was going to be. Luke never spoke of what was to happen that afternoon, but both he and Austin knew. And Austin could feel the instructions, that he was sure no one had even said to him, that outside the RV everything was perfectly normal. Any play, and any talk of play, only happened in the RV.
Once they finished eating, Luke and Austin entered the RV. One pair of the guys was already in the RV and there was a huge pile of rope and other supplies laid out. Luke looked at Austin and said, “this will be a whole lot more fun without clothes.” And Austin, without even thinking stripped down to his socks, then put his cowboy boots back on.
Luke immediately grabbed a length of rope and Austin’s hands were quickly bound behind his back. Luke then took a longer length of rope and formed an upper body harness that showed off Austin’s chest. Then Luke pulled Austin’s bound wrists up and secured them to the harness. Luke had tied them high enough to be slightly uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable that Austin would need let loose soon.
As Luke grabbed more rope and began to fabricate a lower body harness, Austin looked down and saw just how hard his dick was. He also noticed that Luke had quite an erection as well, though Luke’s was still hidden by his jeans. Luke quickly created a lower body harness with a V that framed Austin’s crotch before both ends of the rope met and were pulled up Austin’s ass crack and secured to the rope around his waist.
Austin then felt the urge to tug against the rope. And the feeling was intoxicating. Luke obviously knew what he was doing. Austin felt like no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t find any slack in the ropes that bound him. Luke then grabbed a bit gag and showed it into Austin’s mouth. Luke then took a bandana and blindfolded Austin. Austin’s head was swimming. He quickly lost track of time. He tried to guess what would happen next by listening, but Luke wasn’t moving around much. Instead, he was enjoying tormenting his victim. A tweak on a nipple, a stroke on the cock, a pinch on the ball sack. It was simply incredible. Austin couldn’t believe the time he was having. He struggled in the rope, but yet he didn’t want loose. Eventually the excitement was too much, and Austin felt an orgasm going. There was no avoiding it. And just before he came, he felt something clamp over his cock, something soft and warm, and Austin shot his load into it.
Luke then removed the blindfold and Austin could see the tube that had slid over his cock. Luke commented, “We don’t waste anything.” and pulled the tube off. Then Luke untied Austin and with that, the afternoon play period was over. Austin put his clothes back on and all the crew returned to work. Austin looked around that the other guys, wondering which ones were tied up and which ones were the captors. Damn, he was getting hard again.
The afternoon’s work was demanding. Austin was helping this time instead of being in the office with Colt. But the time dinner was ready to be served, there was a crew of hot and sweaty men waiting. Austin thought his sense of smell was stronger. He could smell the scent of the other guys and it was intoxicating.
After they ate, it was time for the final preparations. All the stagehands threw their dirty laundry into a pile. Austin thought that seemed odd, but did as the other did. The showers were set up so three could shower at a time. When it was Austin’s turn, he showered and emerged to find his clothes ready for him – a clean Colt t shirt, Jockey underwear, jeans, socks, and his boots. He had no idea how this all happened but somehow was not surprised.
After the events of the day, the concert went smoothly. Then it was time to wrap up and Austin headed back to the RV ready for his second night sleeping restrained in his new “bed”. Austin had dropped his pants and backed against the wall and was soon restrained again. Before the mask was in place and the probe came down, Colt stepped over and said, “We’ve got a day without a concert tomorrow. You and I have a lot of back-office stuff to catch up on. Sleep well.” And Colt gave him a good night kiss. Then the mask came down and the arm lowered, covering Austin’s penis and slipping the probe us his ass. And Austin drifted off to sleep.
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