by Jack Roper » 2012 Apr 26 01:21
06 - Flagstaff Leather Store
Duke had not left Jesse’s side the entire time. He knew that there was a possibility that something could go wrong so he watched from a chair alongside Jesse, while stroking his own cock as Jesse came twice. When Jesse appeared to be fast asleep he gently untied the anchoring ropes, the hogtie, including the heavy noose, and lifted Jesse off of the bunk bed and placed him down gently on the bearskin rug. After undoing the rope binding Jesse’s elbows together, he threw some extra logs on the fire and curled up alongside Jesse’s bound body, placing him in a hug next to him. Jesse stirred a few times but fell back to sleep quickly. They fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Next morning, after Duke had completely untied Jesse and they had showered and eaten, the two bondage buddies headed out, with Duke driving. Jesse proclaimed:
“That was great last night, Duke. It looks like you’ve had lots of experience tying guys up. I really liked the added touch of the hangman’s noose, too.”
Duke smiled, steering the truck along the sunlit Route 66, which was an historic highway—or so the signs said. “Remember this road from the movie ‘Cars’?” he replied, avoiding the question.
Jesse saw a sign pointing to Flagstaff and asked if they could check the town out. They parked on a side street and started walking around the old neighborhood. Jesse and Duke noticed an Army Surplus store down the block.
As it was down to the mid-30’s that morning, Duke had on a black, high-necked cotton turtleneck, his jean jacket, tight blue jeans, along with his cowboy boots, of course. Jesse was wearing a tight white-t-shirt and flannel shirt over this, along with his jacket, jeans and boots. They looked like brothers almost, except for their different hair color and complexions. They entered the store, after noticing some decidedly non-military stuff in the front window, including a seven-foot upright cage, and lots of leather goods too.
“Wow,” Jesse said, “that looks like some great bondage equipment. Let’s check it out.” Duke nodded in delighted agreement. The bell on the door jingled as they entered. It was quite early so there appeared to be no other customers. It was also a very dark store, crowded with lots of used military supplies and clothing. No one seemed to be in the store watching over it, as they checked out some leather jackets and other clothing.
Then, the proprietor emerged from a back area. He was in his forties, slim, with brown hair and mustache, wearing military fatigues, and quite fit too. He looked like he might have been a Marine. “Names Jonas, can I help you out?” he asked in a friendly manner.
“We’re just checking out your stuff,” Duke answered. “I like all this leather stuff—and that cage in the window looks interesting.”
“Thanks,” the clerk replied. “That’s useful if our customers get out of hand or something,” he said laughing. “I bought it used from some guys out in the desert who used to ‘play’ a lot. If you’re interested, I’ve got lots more stuff back here,” pointing to a curtain separating the main store from a back room.
“Sure,” Jesse said, “let’s see what you’ve got!” Duke and he followed the man as he pulled back the curtain, revealing what appeared to be a leather store. There were harnesses, leather jackets, pants, belts, and all sorts of gags, ropes, duct tape, and even a sling!
Our two boys felt like they had arrived at a bondage playground. Jonas noticed their excitement and suggested, slyly perhaps, “If you want to try anything on feel free. I’ll help you in any way I can.”
Duke said, “Much obliged," as he noticed a long leather like coat hanging from a hook. On close inspection he realized it was a black leather straitjacket. Jonas held up the straitjacket in front of Duke and said: “Some folks just can’t resist the challenge, particularly if you like leather,” with a devilish glint in his eyes.
Duke’s lips were moist, and he had an intense gaze in his eyes. He licked his lips as he examined the bundle of black hide and multiple jangling straps, looking back at Jesse and Jonas. Both men noticed Duke’s apparent anticipation.
“Try it on,” Jesse egged Duke on, “let’s see if you can get out!” Duke had always wanted to experience a straitjacket, but he tried acting coy. Both Jonas and Jesse could see that he really wanted to try it on, so Jonas moved closer to Duke and held open the jacket with the sleeves, like you would do with a new suit. “Come on,” he teased, “you wouldn’t want your friend here to think you’re chicken, would you?”
Here was this cowboy and his new friend Jesse challenging him to do something he had always wanted to do anyway, so he agreed, taking off his jean jacket. “Here ya go boy,” Jonas said obligingly, “I think we have an almost perfect fit here,” chuckling under his breath.
Duke noticed that the collar was tall and had two black leather straps around it, one higher than the other. Duke breathed in excitedly. “Go ahead; give me your best shot!” With that Jonas pulled the two riveted sleeves up Duke’s arms. These were reinforced with extra pieces of leather. This used straitjacket was extremely supple but quite constricting, as Duke’s hands reached the sewn endings of the sleeves. Jonas bucked each wrist with a two-inch buckle that was secured with belt-like loops. Duke felt the immediate bondage-like effect this had and he sprang a boner in his extra-tight jeans that he hoped no one would notice. Both Jesse and Jonas continued the strapping, pulling the jacket over Duke’s shoulders, and connecting the leather straps behind his back. Duke felt more and more imprisoned in the heavy black leather, as each buckle was tightened even more, reducing his movements considerably. He almost lost his balance a few times but managed to stand upright. His arms were crossed over each other in front and tightened behind his back. More straps went over this and bound his arms together further.
Then, he noticed that Jesse was pulling the two leather straps that were dangling from the bottom of the jacket, under his crotch and into the buckles in the back lower part of the jacket. Jesse pulled gently at first but noticed a lot of slack. Jonas offered some handy advice, saying, “Don’t make it too loose, otherwise he might get out.” Jesse nodded in agreement and pulled both straps tighter, with one strap pressing hard against Duke’s now engorged penis. Duke could barely look down due to the tall collar, but could see what was happening in a full-length mirror in front of him.
“Aaaagggghhh,” he moaned. “Do you have to make it so tight?” He was afraid he might cum in his pants.
Jesse smiled and said, “You’re not really in a straitjacket unless you can’t get out!”
“I’ll get you, Jesse!” Duke threatened helplessly, as Jesse methodically continued closing more and more straps on the jacket, with Jonas’ help.
Jonas looked at Jesse and asked him, “Do you want to buckle the neck?”
“Sure, let’s see how this goes,” as he buckled the lower strap comfortably around the lower collar snugging up Duke’s black turtleneck even more, which by now had gotten scrunched up under his chin. The soft leather reached up to Duke’s chin also, making it like another layer on his turtleneck. Duke looked Jesse straight in his eyes, with love and a little fear, as Jesse—and Jonas now brought the second strap around through the loops, and tightened this, which drew the collar way up, far less comfortably under his chin. He could no longer look down. His head was, in fact, completely immobilized with this posture-like collar holding his chin up high.
Duke felt himself in a prison of black, soft leather, as Jesse came back carrying a black leather head harness, saying, “Let’s see if this fits!”
Jonas said, ‘Sorry, I can’t have any spit on the merchandise,” as he hesitated and reached over for a sock on the counter. “Look, this should keep his mouth dry,” he offered, "and I’ve only wore it for a week or so!” Jesse laughed but Duke protested.
“Stay away from me with that thing,” as he tried to run away. Jesse grabbed him and pulled him back. “Looks like we need something to keep him from running too.” Jonas reached over the counter and produced a set of heavy iron manacles.
‘These should do the trick,” as he circled first one of Duke’s boots with the iron manacle, locking it in place with a small key. He pulled the 12-inch chain over and grabbed Duke’s left boot and quickly subdued his other ankle. “Even if he wanted too he’s not going far,” Jonas affirmed, as Duke said:
‘What are you guys doing?” Jesse brought the stinky sock up to Duke’s eyes and said, “Protecting the merchandise,” as he stuffed the gray sock into Duke’s mouth.
“Better tape that in,” Jonas said, as he proceeded to wrap some military duct tape around Duke’s complaining mouth.
“Mmmmmppphhh, uuummpphhh, gggrrrrmmppphhh,” Duke mumbled.
“OK” Jesse said, “now for the head harness, as if it was really necessary. “Maybe you can help me put this on,” to Jonas.
“Sure, I know exactly how this goes,” as he brought the mouthpiece up to Duke’s trembling chin and secured it behind his head. In a few moments the buckles were all in place and both he and Jesse started tightening each one, which further silenced our bound cowboy, making his eyes bulge wide.
TUG Bound cowboys CT06 - Headharness and straightjacket
Then, Jesse had a look like a light bulb went off in his head. “Jonas, would you be up to making a great-looking window display for a while?”
“Whatya have in mind boy?” Jonas queried.
“That cage in the front window could use something in it—or more like ‘someone’,” as he gleefully started pulling Duke towards the front of the store. Jonas instantly agreed, saying:
“Maybe that will make business pick up a little, as he grabbed some ropes from behind another counter. Duke attempted to resists but Jonas and Jesse were much stronger, and the leg irons prevented Duke from moving fast anyway. Jonas lowered a black shade in the window and proceeded to unlock the cage. They both lifted Duke’s struggling straitjacketed and gagged body up to the display case and placed him in the center of the cage. Jonas attached a rope to the metal loop on top of the head harness and pulled this up to the upper bar of the cage; centering Duke’s flailing body in the cage. Duke tried mightily pulling his arms out of the bound sleeves, but it was useless. He was feeling completely helpless and humiliated now.
Jonas and Jesse continued excitedly attaching more and more ropes, like Spiderman, securing Duke inside the cage from his jacket, legs and ankles. Duke could barely move. Thank God his pants were still on or he would have been an x-rated sight to behold.
“There, that should do it,” Jesse said, as Jonas closed the back door of the cage, locking a heavy padlock over the bolts.
“Guess we’re really open for business now,” Jonas smiled, as he raised the black shade.
“Should we put a ‘For Sale’ sign on him,” Jonas asked Jesse.
‘Sure, let’s see what we can get,” laughing, as Duke struggled further, now on complete display, bound in a black leather straitjacket, wearing a heavy head harness, thick leg irons and locked on display for everyone on the street to see.
Duke was completely embarrassed, especially when some kids came by and pointed to him, and started laughing. “What have I gotten myself into?” he moaned, closing his eyes from shame with his cock almost ready to shoot its load.