Consider this a New Year's gift to the reader who wrote me within the last month or so, asking if I'd post this story from a real cowboy, which had actually appeared in the first issue of Bound & Gagged—No. 1—dated November/December 1987.
This first digest-sized issue consisted not only of responses to my New York Bondage Club questionnaire, but also of letters I myself had exchanged with guys I'd met through classifieds, (and similar correspondences I solicited from friends). The cowboy writing the letters below had responded to my classified ad for bondage buddies in the New York Native. He was a 6'5" Montana native now living on a farm in upstate New York. His spelling and punctuation may not have been the best (though I really dug some of his mistakes, like heart-on for hard-on) but it was clear he was a sane, smart guy, and he really knew what he liked.
He and I wrote back and forth several times before I actually flew up to Rochester for a memorable weekend, the first of several. He picked me up at the airport and no sooner did we get onto a lightly trafficked rural road than he pulled his jeep off to the side and tied me up tightly, hand and foot. On arrival at his place, he pulled me out of the jeep, threw me over his shoulder as if I were an old jacket, and carried me into the house where two very hot bondage buddies of his were waiting for us. The four of us had a wonderful weekend, the first of many.
Provincial New Yorker that I was, I had never dreamed such goings-on took place in the boonies, but the bondage we got into in Northern New York State was every bit as good as if not better than any I'd ever known in town.—BW
1. RODEO ROPE TRICKS
In the rodeo, ropes always turned us on—when they were on a nice live man out in the woods, barns or whatever. I really get turned on to that stuff, with just a little rule to follow:
Buddy buddy
tried & true
as you do to me
I'll do to you.
I was curious about S/M but after seeing all the phonies I left NYC & don't give a fuck if I ever go back. I hate guys who don't respect each other—who are full of bullshit—& first class phonies. I'm not interested in a man's looks but his attitude.
I dig Levis (501s) which I wear all the time. I like bondage without S/M, but I like it best in the Western sense. I'm not into drugs, don't smoke or drink heavy. I don't dig the bars except when I'm with someone just to see whose there. I don't want a lover but a man who is straight looking, honest, with a sense of humor & enjoys hellraising with someone with some intelligence. I dig excitement & the unexpected but always with some commonsense when it comes to respect for the human body. Being a rancher I respect the body & respect others too. No blood, fist fucking, dope or plain stupidity. That is out.
Most of the rope tricks we did when I was with the rodeo were on a one to one basis. We found it a real challenge & a turn-on to leave a buddy roped and gagged for hours in the barn or woods. It was a real turn-on to see that helpless dipshit waiting for you to open the barn door to help himself to something we refer to as "Charlie." Of course we made sure of no circulation problems & no unscheduled guests arriving.
To us, we enjoy the old fashion game of cowboys with sex as an added treat. We always did it in Levis & sometimes would bet how long we could keep our buddies roped. Once I had my buddy roped & gagged in one room while I entertained other buddies in the kitchen playing cards convincing them I didn't know where my buddy was.
We played super straight in public but when we got your ass alone & in ropes—watch out!
I got my first impression of ropes when my buddy & his straight friends jumped me in the barn—roped & gagged me & then left me with my buddy who I didn't know was gay. I had a new pair of 501's & new boots & then he serviced me & himself he took off my new jeans & boots—replaced them with a old faded pair & boots & left me locked in a box stall gagged after he pissed all over the jeans from the stomach down (never on the face). It took me almost an hour to get my ass loose. But I repaid him Western style when I got his ass.
2. A WESTERN-STYLE BATH
I had a little 5'8" stud here for the weekend. I left his ass roped & gagged for 3 1/2 hours in the closet & boy did that turn me on. Haven't had any Levi men around here to do that since I left Montana. Then we fell asleep with his ass still roped in his tight Levis (not 501s) & in the morning I told him to get loose by the time I had coffee on the stove or his ass would be roped for breakfast. Of course I knew he couldn't. So I picked his little ass up, over the shoulder & into the bathroom where I stood him in front of the john & let him piss—still tied. After that I gagged him real good & surprised the shit out of him by placing him in the bathtub. I tore off his Levis (he had no shirt on) & boots—reroped his feet, taped his mouth—& gave him an old fashion Western-style bath. After that I untied him for breakfast. We had a real nice time.
3. "I SHOVED THAT LITTLE ASSHOLE IN THE FEEDBIN"
I came out when a buddy had my ass roped & gagged & realize that I had a heart-on and couldn't get it to go down. It was then that my buddies took care of me while still roped & gagged & ever since that is the best way I enjoy it, both giving & taking. I enjoy the levi & western set instead of the leather because I don't understand it & it doesn't appeal to me although I don't mind a leather jacket with levis & boots. But the old western look of simple levis & boots with lots of mileage on them is better. I don't understand the bullshit you assholes in the east do when you get a new pair of levis & have to wash them. All we did was wash them once & the first time your ass was caught in them, you were roped & gagged & dump into the water can & drag around the barn & then left in the sun to dry, all fucking day. We love roping next to our horses.
The western scene is done outdoors in the wide open spaces, in the barn box stalls and etc. I enjoy taking a buddy out into the woods, rope & gag his ass & leave him there while I go into town for some beer & stop at the favorite watering hole & tell all our straight buddies that that dipshit fuck up with something & make them believe it while knowing that asshole is nicely roped in the woods not far away. If he was loose when I got back (we had time limits on how long you could go) then my ass was roped. Otherwise, depending on schedule & time, you were free to do what ever you wanted which was mostly just fucking around, opening the barn door (unbuttoning the 501s) and playing with Charlie (as we call him). Teasing your partner's heart-on while roped & gagged was a lot of fun because he is totally helpless and is totally fucked until you let him loose. We always respect each other's ideas & never, never used a knife, gun or anything dangerous that could cause pain or in any way create a problem. Our fun was to see a live boot man in ropes & that would turn us guys on. Sometimes we would jerk him off western style while roped or just get Charlie real excited & then put him back to sleep, leave you alone for a while which only makes it more of a turn-on.
Looking at your stupid picture, I find you not bad looking & I think you find me the same. Looks I find are more of a headache than anything else. Most of the real good looking men are so in love with themselves that they can't let go & just enjoy themselves as they are, they worry about getting dirty, about their hair not being just right and whether they smell okey. That's the fucking bullshit I can't stand. I don't mind a little after shaving stuff, but this bullshit that you got to smell like a fucking lady of the night is for the fucking birds. I rather go out in nice levis (clean) & rope or get roped & end up in the mud, dirt or just roll around on the floor. Spending all that time looking nice isn't for me. To see a guy roped with his hair & look spotless is almost impossible. You know that.
Leaving your buddy roped & gagged in one place & convincing buddies that he's not here is the game we play all the time. I could write a book on the games we played & some of the interesting things you can do as long as you keep your head & always used common sense. Once I had my buddy roped, just his hands behind his back, & looking out the barn door I saw the old man walking in our direction & I didn't have time to untie his ass, so I just gave him a slug in the gut & gagged him good & shoved that little asshole in the feed bin & with half a heart-on I continued cleaning up the barn when the old man walked in. He asked if I had saw my buddy which I denied & then I told him that what my buddy was suppose to do was in fact done, which made the old man happy. & he in turn set his ass on top of the feed bin and my roped-up buddy inside was turned on so much that he came in his levis which he never forgot.
Other times we would just rope up your ass behind some hay & then take a tour of guests thru the barn explaining the details with the buddy not more than two bales of hay way.
Once I was roped & gagged & with a real heart-on was left in a box stall at the Chicago stockyards & while it was dark out. I knew if I didn't move too far I was okey because my buddy had cleaned a nice spot for me, but the rest of it was full of cowshit & I was not about to roll into that stuff. While I was trying to figure out where the knots were, I heard voices coming close so I just became real quiet. The stall next to me opened & I could see enough thru the boards that a guy and a girl were playing around & for about ten minutes they were doing their thing when a security guard caught them. While he was pealing their asses off, my buddy walked by & sed hello & asked the security guard for some directions which he already knew, but knowing that the guard would go with him, which he did, left me safe until the asshole came back & we moved on to safer places to continue the game till morning. That kind of fun I really dig.
I enjoy roping very much, both ways, but with someone who respects common ideals & with a good sense of humor. I don't mind a little rough-housing around, but again with common sense. I'm not into nudity, that doesn't do nothing for me. Sex is okey but to us, after seeing sex from the time you get up in the morning at the ranch till bedtime, that is probably why we got into the rope or "package" games.
As far as sex is concerned, that was left up to the buddy. Out west, to suck or jerk a buddy off was not considered gay but to fuck him was. I had only one real buddy who I played games with. He was half indian, like myself, and he was the one who created a lot of the basic rules that I follow. For example, we would rope you up, hands behind, ropes around your arms, and tie the feet & knees. He would shove a rag into the mouth & one around to make sure you're not going to do any heavy cursing. Then he would tell me what was going to happen. Of course half of it was bullshit, but I was in no position to argue but stayed there wondering if the asshole was really going to do it. We almost always had a extra pair of levis in the truck or barn & always had several old levis around. If he found them he then would change your levis after a couple of hours & put on the old ones. Of course they were always clean when you started out. After changing into old levis, he would retie your feet and then proceed with the rest of the game, He would either suck you off or jerk you depending on the time limits or work schedules. If you were to be left to get loose on your own, which I dig, then you would get a rough workover & in the mud & in the end he would piss on you, never in the face, & leave you to get your ass loose by yourself. Of course the ropes were loosened by him, so you could get loose, although it took you a while. Then you would take a shower, put clean levis on & start all over again, if time permitted. That is basically what we did.
So hot, wish I had been a cowboy
Posted by: Mike | January 07, 2015 at 02:01 PM