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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 01 04:38
25 - Turning the Tables

Jim was startled and turned around to see Matt and Ben, in their full ranger uniforms, standing at the front door. Matt barged in and grabbed Jim, who had on a baseball cap backwards, and long hair covering his face, and forced him up against the wall while whipping out a pair of handcuffs.

“What do you think you’re doing boi?” Matt asked.

“We wuz just having some fun with this guy. We found him all trussed up like a Tom turkey so we figured he could use a little entertainment,” Jim confessed all too readily.

Matt turned to Ben and offered: “This is the guy we found tied up and gagged earlier. Looks like we’ve made a nice catch here.”

“Yeah, let’s take them up to the ‘prison’ for some interrogation!” Matt said.

Jim started complaining and was told to shut up. He was forced to stand bare chested with his head against the wall while Ben loosened Duke’s ropes binding him to the chair. Duke was relieved in a way, but growing more concerned by the minute. He felt a pair of handcuffs snapped around his wrists before Ben loosened the ropes from both of his wrists and elbows.

“That’s a relief,” he mmpphhhed into his gag. Luckily, the duct tape and blindfold were removed also. “What the Hell do you two think you’re doing?” he yelled. Ben backhanded him.

“Shut up!” he barked. “You’ll speak when spoken too!” Duke got the message so he just decided to wait these errant rangers out. Maybe they would take him to Jesse and they could escape then.

Just then Jim’s brother Rich returned from telling his mother he would be out for a while. “Hey, what’s going on here?” he said, in surprise to see his brother and the formerly bound Duke both handcuffed standing against the wall.

‘What do we have here?” Matt said, as he grabbed Rich’s right arm and forced him into the cabin, shutting the door.
“Hey,” Rich complained, ‘I had nothing to do with any of this!”

“Fine,” Matt replied, “You can tell that to the judge,” as he produced another set of handcuffs and told Rich to put his hands behind his back. Rich, seeing his brother cuffed and almost whimpering next to Duke, performed one of his quick Karate moves, “Ka-pow!” Crack!” They came crashing down, as he struck both park rangers in quick succession, knocking Matt out and stunning Ben.

Both rangers were completely taken by surprise by the boy’s skill, and found themselves handcuffed, with their feet bound in a matter of minutes. Rich decided to release Duke along with his brother. He shook Duke's hand by way of apology.

“What are we going to do with these two?” he asked.

Duke replied quickly, “Let’s get them to take us to my friend,” before Jim could suggest anything else. “He may be in danger for all we know. We can decide what to do with them later.”

The two brothers agreed, realizing they would need Duke as an ally now that they too had beaten up the two park rangers. It was pitch dark out now, so the two brothers grabbed some coats and quickly bundled the two rangers into their vehicle and piled in. The temperature was dropping fast and a thin layer of clouds obscured all but the brightest stars.

Duke introduced himself to the brothers, as Matt and Ben were held down in the back seat, between the two boys. “Let’s get some info out of them real quick,” he said, peeling away from the campsite to a remote section of road, where he stopped. “OK fellas, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. What’ll it be?” Duke said, holding up a thick roll of duct tape.

The rangers, now both wide awake, looked mighty pissed. Ben finally offered they would take the boy’s to their ‘prison.’ He directed Duke where to drive through the evening haze, up the mountain into much colder climes. He and Matt grumbled all the way. Duke pulled up outside the small wooden cabin, and pulled both rangers out with the help of his two new friends.

“OK guys, where’s the key to this lock?” he asked. He pulled out Ben’s keychain and held it up in front of him with a small flashlight.

“That one,” Ben said, pointing with his head to a large key, which Duke slipped into the lock, opening the creaky wooden door. Duke aimed the flashlight inside towards a slumped over bound figure against the far wall.

“Jesse?” he yelled. There was no immediate response from the bound figure. He rushed up and cradled his head in his arms, hiding the tears of joy that were streaming down his cheeks. Jesse moaned meekly into his gag, which Duke carefully pulled off the duct tape from his mouth, eyes, and most of all out of his long blonde hair.

“Where’s the keys to all these locks?” he demanded, as the rangers looked on sheepishly.

In a matter of minutes he had Jesse released from the rigid handcuffs, leg irons and thick iron collar. Jesse was shivering uncontrollably so Duke cradled him in his arms for warmth.

“You bastards,” he barked at the rangers.

“Well guys, what do you think we should do to them?”
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 02 23:57
26 - Cabin Fever

Duke hurriedly brought Jesse out to the rangers SUV, where he shivered almost uncontrollably. He wrapped his pal in an insulated blanket in the back seat and turned on the heat full blast.
Duke held him closely to warm him further with his body heat. He caressed his hair and held his cheeks in his palms, kissing his cold lips passionately. “I’mmm soooo sssorry,” Jesse muttered through chattering teeth.

“Me too,” Duke smiled. “Guess we have some stuff to learn about this outdoor action of ours.”
“I I I thiinnnk sooo!” Jesse obliged.

One of the brothers-Jim- came out shortly and opened the driver’s door. “Sorry to bother you, but we’re going to need that duct tape—and maybe some rope, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” Duke said, handing him the ‘supplies.’ “Don’t hurt them now,” he added.

“Oh no,” Jim said. “We just want to make sure everything is nice and tidy before we leave here.” He spotted a couple of knitted caps and scooped them up as well and rushed back into the isolated cabin in the high country.

Duke wondered what they had in mind but for now his main concern was warming Jesse up. He examined Jesse’s wrists and could see that the rigid cuffs had cut into each wrist, so he took some athletic tape out of the emergency kit and carefully wrapped each wrist to stop the bleeding. “Shit bastards!” he exclaimed.

Meanwhile inside the cabin….

Jim threw the roll of duct tape to his brother Rich. “Here, let’s wrap these two up nice and tight,” as he forced Matt and Ben to sit on the straw covered floor, in the near freezing ‘prison.’ “Gotta keep them nice and warm for the night,” he added, circling both ranger’s chests and arms with the stout hemp rope, cinching their elbows together tightly.

“You won’t get away with this!” Ben threatened unconvincingly, jangling his handcuffs in futility.

The two brothers did not bother answering as they continued wrapping the rangers up, with Rich wrapping their already hemp tied feet together with layers of duct tape. Both rangers looked worried as they watched their legs become completely mummified.

“You do know you could go to prison for assaulting a park ranger?” Matt complained. With that Rich decided he had heard enough so he began wrapping the industrial strength duct tape around Matt’s lips and the back of his neck. “Mmmmppphhh! Mmmmpppphhhh!!!” moaned Matt.
Ben yelled: “Stop! You better not…. mmmppphh, harruummpphhh, mmmppphh!” as Rich moved quickly to wrap Ben’s pouting mouth. The rangers squirmed in a last ditch attempt to escape their continued mummification, sitting back to back on the floor. Rich wrapped more tape around their chests and stomachs, pressing them together as one. Rich lifted each ranger long enough for Jim to tape their groin and butts thoroughly to complete the mummification.

“And seeing as you had Duke’s buddy all taped up…” he left off. Jim pulled the two knitted caps over their heads down to their noses, and continued wrapping vertically this time, forcing their jaws up until not much more than the tip of each ranger’s nose protruded.

“Nah, that’s not quite right,” Jim said, examining his handiwork. He continued wrapping the duct tape around each ranger’s eyes and left only an opening for both of their noses. The ranger’s nostrils flared in defiance and helplessness.

To finish it off he wrapped more tape around both of their heads, merging them in place.
Meanwhile, Rich took two more lengths of hemp rope and wound this around the ranger’s duct-taped boots, knotting it three times, and pulled the end over to the opposite wall, where there were convenient eye bolts, where he pulled the rope taut forcing the rangers legs out straight. They complained when they realized the position they were now in. The ‘mmmppphhhing’ grew louder.

Finally, he roped them again around their chests and pulled the long length of hemp sideways to the opposite wall, so they could not tip over. The rangers were effectively trapped bound back to back in a sitting position.

“They make a nice little package,” Rich laughed, admiring their work. “I think Duke might approve.”
Jim went outside to check on the two lovers and asked Duke if he cared to check on their work. “Come on in for a second and see what we did.”

Duke obliged and stepped into the stone hut. He started laughing almost uncontrollably. “Better than anything I might have thought up myself,” he said, pressing the rangers gags tighter, causing even more complaining. “And they should be a lot warmer than what they did to Jesse, the bastards. Let’s leave them here to think about what they almost did to Jesse.”

“Yeah,” Rich answered, “we can come back in the morning to check on them. Come on Jim. Mom’s gonna be worried if we stay out any longer.”

Duke took the ranger’s keys and locked the cabin door, listening with quiet satisfaction as the ranger’s verbal complaints grew more intense but much quieter now that they were locked away in their own little prison.

“Come on guys, let’s get back down the hill,” as they piled into the SUV, with Duke driving again. “I’m beginning to think those two may not even be real rangers,” he chimed in. “That place doesn’t look like any jail I ever saw.” The three boys all agreed, with Jesse much recovered in the passenger’s seat.

A coyote howled in the distance as the waning moon slipped behind a heavy bank of clouds. “Looks like it’s gonna be a cold night up there tonight,” he added.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 04 02:08
27 - The Mummy’s frustration

[Meanwhile the two mummified rangers struggled in their multiple forms of bondage, handcuffed behind their backs, bound with rope, duct taped like two sorry ass mummies, and roped to opposite walls of the cabin, cursing their fate and making absolutely no headway. As a result, with the extreme frustration everyone knows who has ever been helplessly bound and gagged, (and blindfolded too!); every hour or so one of them would experience a powerful erection].

Matt and Ben heard the sound of the door locking and the laughter of their tormentors receding into the distant night, and they grew immediately frightened. Ben almost began to cry under the thick layer of duct tape. He grasped Matt’s handcuffed hands, and their fingers interlocked. At least their wrists weren’t duct taped, he thought. Matt’s strong grip tried to reassure him.
Both rangers began struggling mightily, fighting against their duct tape cocoons, alternatingly leaning forward and being pulled backward, like one large larva attempting to be freed. They kept this up for quite some time, completely oblivious as to time or even temperature. If fact, they were both sweating like the jocks they were. They tried talking to each other but all they heard were incomprehensible gibberish. This made Matt laugh in frustration.

“Mmmmmmpppphhhh!!!!”

Ben noticed another thing, as did Matt—both teenager’s had raging hard-ons, and the more they struggled in their mummy-state, the closer they came to coming. Their struggles were fruitless so they stopped for a while and grabbed each other’s hands and fingers, feeling the hard, cold metal of their handcuffs interfering with almost all movement.

“Mmmmfffllliisshhh,” Matt screamed into his gag as he jerked uncontrollably in spasms of terror, joy and ecstasy, leading to the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Moments later, Ben exploded in a convulsive spasm, shooting his load into his taped-up pants.

They slumped in their exhaustion for several long minutes, relishing and fearing their current helpless state. The muscular rangers were also deeply embarrassed by this, as both boys believed they were real ‘straight-arrows.’

They started struggling again, and before long they both had a second, less explosive orgasm each. Again, their energy began to wane, and first Matt and then Ben drifted off into a strange reverie, duct taped back to back, heads merged in layers of tape, securely locked inside a hidden cabin, miles from nowhere. They tried again to speak, but the only sounds they could make were completely inane.

The two rangers fell asleep many times, awoke with a start, struggled some more, got hard, but did not come again, and fell back to sleep. This continued for the whole night until the sun came up and steamed through the bars on the window, which Matt could just make out under the layers of tape.

“Shit! How are we gonna get out of this?” he said to himself. Ben’ mmmppphhed” as if to respond, but all they could do would be enforced waiting. They were cocooned in their own little prison, with absolutely no way out. They struggled again, and wouldn’t you know it both were erect again. Damn youth!
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 07 01:49
28 - Early Departure

Duke did not feel Jesse could handle any more “action” that evening so he suggested that Rich and Jim go back to their cabin that night. Duke caressed Jesse’s injuries and cuddled him throughout the night. The next morning Jim knocked on their door, along with his brother Rich.
“You guys want to go back to the cabin and see how the ranger’s are doin’?” Jim said.

Duke had thought about everything that had happened, and he and Jesse decided to leave Yosemite that morning. “Sorry guys, we’re gonna leave. We don’t want any more trouble. You two can go up there but I’d be careful if I was you,” he added, “those guys could get you in a lot of trouble.”

Rich and Jim looked bummed out. ‘That’s OK. We’ll go up and check on them. Besides, he added, “we’re leaving later today too.”

That’s good,” Jesse said. “You don’t want to be here when they get back, even if they are fake rangers.” The four young men agreed that the two duct taped rangers were probably imposters, or, at least, acting illegally.

“Good luck,” Duke said, “and have fun.” He asked them for their phone number and e-mail address, which the brothers gladly gave him. “Maybe we’ll meet up some time in the future, OK?”

The two brothers smiled, gave Jesse and Duke big hugs and drove back up to the ‘prison.’
“Too bad,” Jesse said, ‘we might have had some real fun with those two.”

“Yeah, but we’d better get outta here soon—just in case.” They packed quickly and headed out of the valley, driving north towards Reno, their original destination. Jesse was real quiet, feeling like he was somehow ruining their relationship.

“I’m real sorry!” he said meekly.

Duke looked over at his submissive passenger and smiled. “Hey man, it’ll take a lot more than that to break us up!” Jesse reached over and grabbed Duke’s free hand and squeezed it hard.

“Thanks Duke. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, as the truck drove into the snowy mountains north of Yosemite. He dreamed of ropes and manacles and lots of struggles and gags and felt warm in his cocoon of pleasure.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 09 23:18
29 - Mountain High

Jesse woke up with a message from Rich and Jim on his iPhone. “Whoa, looks like the boys are sending us a video or something,” he said, as Duke drove skillfully through the Sierra Nevada snow- covered mountains.

“What did they say?” Duke asked. Jesse checked his phone out and read the message to Duke.

“Thought you guys might enjoy our little video of ranger Ben and Matt’s further adventures. Keep in touch, OK?—Rich and Jim.” Jesse uploaded the video and began playing it while Duke drove into the dwindling daylight.

“Wow,” Jesse said. “Looks like they filmed the entire episode up in the little jail of theirs.”

Jim was smiling as he got out of the ranger’s vehicle. Rich had taken their own car, just in case. Rich apparently did most of the shooting, showing Jim unlocking the wooden door and walking into the, by now, freezing cabin jail. Jesse turned up the volume so Duke could listen.
“How are you guys doing?” Jim said to the two duct taped rangers. Lots of “mmmppphhhiing” could be heard as Jim started to cut the duct tape off of their prisoners. He removed the duct tape from their heads, except for the tape wound around their mouths. Their angry growls continued.

“Looks like you guys had a rough night,” Rich was heard saying. Jim pulled the last of the tape off the two rangers, leaving them handcuffed and still in leg irons. The video showed close-ups of semen stained ranger uniforms, with both Rich and Jim laughing. The two rangers were not amused as they glared into the camera.

‘We just came to give you a chance to get loose,” Jim said, as he stood the two rangers up. “But, you’re gonna have to make it back to headquarters on your own. We left the handcuff keys in our cabin, but we’ll be long gone by the time you walk back there. And,” he threatened, “if you try to pull anything don’t forget we have this video with the interesting stains on your clothes. Should prove really embarrassing if you try to come after my family or us—or anyone else.”

The two rangers stood shaking in the cold, but warming up in the morning sun. They nodded their heads in agreement.

“OK,” Jim continued, “it’s about a four mile walk. You should be back within two hours I would guess, especially with the short chains on those leg irons. The key will be on the table near the fireplace,” while checking their pockets for any spare keys—just in case. He pushed Matt and Ben out the door into the bright sunlight, and plopped their ranger hats on their heads and pointed them in the right direction.

“Have fun!” Rich said, as he could be seen getting into the ranger’s vehicle while Jim drove off in his parent’s car. Rich filmed the two rangers shuffling down the dirt road at full speed--for them. Lots of laughter ensued and Rich bid Duke and Jesse another goodbye. “Keep in touch guys. It was great meeting you, even if we were interrupted.”
Jesse laughed and told Duke he should watch the video later, after they stopped for the night. Duke leaned over and squeezed Jesse’s left hand and held it tight.

“See, it all worked out great! Those kids are smart cookies,” Duke said. Jesse gazed at Duke’s eyes and smiled back warmly.

“Yeah, maybe we should hook up with them again real soon,” Jesse said as Duke passed a sign reading “Reno, Nevada—150 miles.” The snow began to fall in light flurries at first, and was really coming down when the boys pulled over at the first motel they found—the Bates Motel.

“This should be interesting,” Jesse said.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 11 23:47
30 - Early Riser

Jesse woke up early in the hotel, tried to move but suddenly remembered Duke had tied him up the night before. His hands were en-snared inside a mound of thin hemp rope, which chafed at his wrists somewhat. His feet were hogtied to his hands and his elbows were bound tightly behind his back and around his now heaving chest. He tried to say something but the knotted cleave gag between his teeth prevented all but the softest protests. He was blindfolded too, as all was in blackness except for a sliver of daylight.
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He rolled around and realized he was on the floor in front of a small heater. He could not hear Duke anywhere and began struggling furiously, which only seemed to make all the knots get tighter. “Damn,” he thought, “that Duke is getting better and better at binding me!” He tried rotating his wrists in the hemp and searching for a knot—any knot, but no such luck.

His ankle rope around wouldn’t budge as he struggled. There was even rope around his knees and his big toes were tied together too. He tried getting onto his back but this just put added pressure on his wrists and elbows, so he rolled onto his left side again, and then onto his stomach. His manhood was at full attention and felt crushed when he did this. “Ahhh,” that almost feels too good, he thought. He continued rolling from side to side and then onto his stomach, squeezing his cock in his tight jeans, feeling glorious pulsations gathering each time. He didn’t want this to end, so he rolled back onto his side to prevent having an orgasm.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 16 23:04
31 - The Vagabond

After checking out of the Bates Hotel (no, not that one!), Jesse drove the 80 or so miles to Reno the following morning —the boy’s original destination. They decided to stop for lunch at a place called the Vagabond Restaurant. Duke had on a plaid cowboy shirt, brown wide belt, tight faded blue jeans, black cowboy boots and his cream colored cowboy hat. Jesse was wearing a dark blue cowboy snap button shirt, his tight blue jeans, brown boots, wide belt, a loose fitting red bandana around his neck and his black hat. They plopped down in a comfortable seat near the front entrance and ordered a big lunch, since they didn’t have much for breakfast.

“I’m starved!” Duke said, “I could eat a horse.” He smiled at Jesse, who had been left tied up most of the previous night, although Duke had loosened his hogtie so he could get some sleep.

“I don’t know, Duke, I’m a little stiff from last night, ya know what I mean.”

Duke had slept very well and hadn’t noticed Jesse complaining until the sunrise. “Sorry bud, my snoring was probably getting to you.” He smiled with a wicked grin.

“More like your tight knots, bro,” Jesse complained. “My whole body feels stiff, except, you know, that massage you gave me this morning…uummmm!”

Duke, ignored his buddy with a little smile on his face, and looked up at the community bulletin board above their table. “Hey, look at this,” he said, pulling down two of the 3 x 5 cards and reading them aloud to his partner. “’Reno Circus, Inc. seeks Escape Artist for main show. Good pay, travel options, call 555-1617, M-F between 9 & 5.’ “Looks like a job right up your alley Jess.”

Jesse grabbed the card and checked it out carefully. Meanwhile Duke read the second card, which was another job offer: “Reno Leather Bar—seeks maintenance man—apply at…” and he read a local address off in a murmur. “Sounds like something I could handle maybe. Why don’t we check these jobs out since we are kinda short on cash now?”

Jesse looked dubious. “I don’t know about escape artist stuff. You remember what happened last time with Buster…and last night when you tied me up and I couldn’t escape!”

Duke frowned and dismissed Jesse’s complaints. “Nah, you’d be perfect for that job, I’m certain. Why don’t you give them a call and check it out right now. Jesse grinned, seeing the twinkle in Duke’s eyes that melted his heart, so he picked up his phone and made the call. Duke did the same with his possible job opening.

Jesse beamed and said: “They want to interview me this afternoon. Whadaya know!” Duke smiled and reported that he was going for an interview too.

“Looks like we might have some money rolling in soon,” Duke said, not willing to tell him he had borrowed several thousand dollars from Buster just before Buster left for Europe. They decided to get a room for the night at the Vagabond Inn next to the restaurant. It was cheap and close to everywhere they would be headed.

After unpacking their stuff Duke offered to drive Jesse to the circus, a few miles west near Sparks, Nevada, to drop him off and then head out to the leather bar. They agreed to reunite later that afternoon.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have made these two interviews at almost the same time,” Jesse said, as he looked out the window at the large circus tent just off a dirt road and parking lot that was still under construction.

“No problem,” Duke offered. “Just call me when you’re done and I’ll come on back as soon as possible. Good luck,” he said as he leaned over and kissed Jesse and caressed his hair. “You’ll do great. Don’t worry. OK?” He plopped his cowboy hat back on his tousled hair.

“And good luck to you too…and watch out for those leather queens. I don’t want you messing with them!” Duke laughed at that, realizing it might be a real temptation in a leather gay bar. He dismissed the thought and told himself he wouldn’t do any such thing as long as Jesse was in his life—except maybe some interesting three-way. He watched Jesse walk into the circus office, waving to him, as he drove off in a pile of dust from the dried out Nevada road.
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Hi, you missed a chapter. It goes between the White Wolf Lodge" and "Forest Prison".
Originally written by Jack Roper:


Park Prisoners

Duke was beginning to think Jesse had gone off and left him, bound inescapably, gagged so that no more than muffled pleas could come out, blindfolded with just a little sight under the cloth for him to see, and leashed to the tree like some dog. He was plotting his revenge and alternatingly attempting what was turning out to be a futile escape. “That kid’s gonna get it,” he fumed.

Meanwhile the two teenagers, who happened to be part-time park rangers hired at Yosemite for the summer, decided to take action. One was Matthew, a 19 year old college student from Santa Barbara, a surfer between classes, blonde with a dark tan, at six feet tall. His partner was Benjamin, also 19, attending UCLA and a football team member. His dark brown hair and husky frame, at 5’8” made him a match for any park violators they found. Plus: they both had handcuffs, many pairs in fact.

Matthew whispered to Benjamin, “Ben, let’s take care of that blonde kid, the one who tied up that Mexican guy.” Matthew, or Matt as he liked to be called, readily agreed, since the Mexican wasn’t obviously going anywhere.

“We can bring them to the prison, where we take all park violators, OK?” Ben asked. Matthew assented as they stealthily climbed down the path towards where Jesse had apparently fallen asleep in the late afternoon sun. Jesse’s black cowboy hat was tilted down over his eyes. He awoke with a start hearing footsteps headed his way, fast.

Ben was the first on him, yelling: “What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” He flashed a badge and reached for one set of handcuffs, pushing Jesse onto his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

“What are you talking about?” Jesse pleaded.

“That!” Matt said, as he came up on the other side of Jesse, pointing to Duke’s bound figure several hundred feet away. “We saw you tie your friend up, over there, and want you to know you are violating all sorts of park policies, boi!”

Jesse tried to fight the two rangers off, but Ben was quickly snapping the rigid cuffs onto Jesse’s wrist. “Click, click, click, click,” they sounded as Jesse realized he—and probably Duke—were in another predicament.

“We were just playing,” Jesse pleaded, as the pain from the cuffs bit into his naked wrists. “Go ahead, ask him yourself.”

“Get up!” Matt barked, pulling Jesse to his feet. “We’ll just do that,” as Ben pulled out a pair of leg irons and forced Jesse to stand still. He reached down for Jesse’s black boot and started circling the boot with the thick German metal cuff, snapping it in place.

Jesse tried to fight him off, saying, “There’s no need for leg irons--I’ll go peacefully.”

Ben snapped the other heavy iron around Jesse’s resisting left ankle anyway. “That’s what they all say,” he replied. “We can’t take no chances on that, you pervert!”

Matt decided he had enough of Jesse’s back talk so he pulled out a knotted red bandana and told Jesse, “Open up, kid.”

Jesse barely got out a reply. “What the fu…Mmmppphhh” when Matt’s bandana was thrust into his mouth and tightly tied behind his neck. Jesse’s struggles were proving fruitless. The two rangers marched Jesse down to where Duke lay bound and gagged, with Jesse stumbling a few times due to the short length of chain on his unyielding leg irons.

“Get up kid,” Ben commanded, “Cause you’ve got a long walk ahead of you, and lots of explaining to do!” He lifted Jesse from his several near falls effortlessly.

Duke seemed puzzled and a little alarmed when Matt pulled his blindfold off his eyes. He could see that Jesse was in no position to help him and had no idea what had happened, so he decided to play the innocent kidnap victim, “mmmppphhhing” into his gag, trying to get the rangers to remove it.

“Shut up,” Ben advised him. ‘We know you had this done to yourself by this pervert here. What kind of sick little game are you playing here?” Matt loosened the lease from Duke’s neck and untied his bound boots, before forcing him to stand up. He took the bandana and wrapped this over Duke’s duct taped mouth, silencing him even more.

“Mmmuuummmpphhh!” Duke protested into the reinforced gag. He eyed Jesse and winked at him, which was his way of seeking Jesse’s help as a diversion. Jesse picked up on it as he saw Matt pulling another set of leg irons off his belt. Jesse head-butted Matt in the stomach, knocking him into the tree, while Duke kicked Ben in the groin and bolted into the woods before either ranger could respond. Duke was gone in a flash.

“That bastard!” Ben yelled in agonizing pain. He rolled on the ground holding his crown jewels. “I knew I should have worn my cup today,” he added.

Matt regained his footing and viciously punched Jesse in the gut, knocking him to the ground, striking Jesse’s face into some pine needles. “Uuummmppphh!” Jesse exhaled as he had the wind knocked out of him.

“He won’t get far,” Matt said as he helped Ben to his feet. “He’ll either get lost in the woods or get eaten by a bear—so much for him.”

“Let’s take this bastard to jail then,” Ben said, clasping his nuts. “I think we may need to get a confession out of him.” He picked up the ropes left from Duke’s bondage and decided to add these to Jesse’s already steel-bound predicament, binding his elbows tightly behind his back, making them almost touch. Jesse winced in agony. The ranger took the last length of rope and attached it around Jesse’s neck, creating a nice leash for him to be led back to their prison.

“Let’s go!” Ben yelled, pushing Jesse forward down the trail, as he grabbed Jesse’s right arm. Ben grabbed the leash to make sure this prisoner was not escaping, as had the bound and gagged Duke.

Meanwhile, a few hundred feet into the woods Duke watched surreptitiously as his buddy was dragged, all chained up, towards a sure punishment. His hands and arms were still bound tightly behind his back. He tried again to free himself but the ropes wouldn’t budge. “Damn, that Jesse, why did he have to be such a good roper?” He tried to scrape the bandana and duct tape gag off by leaning sideways against a tree, but it wouldn’t loosen at all. He decided to follow the rangers at a distance, still bound and gagged.

“Jesse,” he thought to himself, breathing heavily into his thick gag, "This is another fine mess you’ve gotten me into!” as he quietly walked through the trees, sometimes seeing the rangers and Jesse and then watching them disappear behind thick foliage. They seemed to be headed in a different direction that where the cabins were.

‘I’ve got to get these ropes off,” he thought to himself, "Otherwise what good will I be?”
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 18 23:17
32 - The Audition—

Jesse walked up to the trailer that functioned as the office for the circus and entered, knocking the dust off his boots. The trailer had several rooms and an Asian guy named Brandon greeted him as he entered.

“Hi, are you one of the applicants who called?” he said, smiling. Brandon was about 5’6” tall and weighed maybe 150 lbs. He had short, straight black hair and was wearing a rodeo shirt, faded blue jeans, boots and a ready smile. Jesse liked him immediately.

“Yeah, I called about the opening you have for the escape artist. My name’s Jesse. Hope you haven’t filled the position yet?” he said.

“Well,” Brandon said, “there is another guy being interviewed right now by the boss, but he might want to see you now. Let me ask him.” Brandon knocked on the door gently and swiftly disappeared. The loud air conditioner prevented Jesse from hearing much beyond some murmurs. He came back out in a few minutes and said: “The boss said why don’t you put on one of the costumes and then he’ll see you in a few minutes when you’re ready. You can use the other room. You’ll find lots of clothes, some of which should fit you. Here’s a picture of what we’re looking for,” he said handling Jesse a glossy 10 x 12 photo.

Jesse stared at the picture of a young guy, well-built, who was wearing black leather pants, black boots, a black belt and leather wrist bands on each of his biceps, showing off his muscles. And he was not wearing a shirt, which showed a nicely defined six-pack. Jesse felt intimidated but slowly entered the small adjourning room while Brandon smiled back at him and went back to his computer work.

The large closet had lots of different clothes, including leather shirts, jackets, pants, many different boots and cowboy hats, so Jesse had his choice. He checked for his size and stripped down to his jock strap, placed his clothes in a neat pile and tried them on. He finally found a pair of leather pants that fit him like a glove, causing some arousal in his groin as he forced the zipper closed over his growing manhood. He picked out a studded black leather belt, two inches wide, and a nice pair of sleek cowboy boots, black with stitching on one side. He looked in the full length mirror and admired his lithe frame, still sculpted nicely from lots of recent play and exercising. He snapped the leather arm bands on, which made the veins in his arms pop out, and placed a black leather cowboy hat on his head, which fit perfectly.

“Hot!” he said to himself, placing the photo down on top of his clothes. “Here goes nothing,’ he said and stepped back out. Brandon looked up from his work and Jesse noticed his jaw drop and his eyes widen in apparent admiration. “Guess I’m doing OK,” he said to himself.

“Those clothes are perfect,” Brandon said. “The boss is gonna love that look,” as he got up and knocked on the door again. “He’s ready, boss. You want him to come in now?” Jesse heard an affirmative answer so he stepped into the second room, where a middle-age man greeted him with a firm handshake.

“Hi Jesse, my names Max. Come on in,” he said, offering Jesse a seat on the couch. Max was almost as tall as Jesse, maybe 6’1” and around 190 lbs. He was dressed like a Marine and even had those round eye glasses the military issues. He was wearing a full camophalge outfit with black boots. “You’re the second guy to respond to our little ad,” he said, pulling a blanket off an object Jesse had noticed as he came in—but this was a person. “Here’s your competition. His name is Alex.”

Alex had short brown hair and was bound with hemp rope, tied sitting on the floor, with his hands bound behind his back, his feet, knees and thighs tied, with a rope looped up around his neck, which prevented him from sitting up completely straight. He was completely gagged with black duct taped around his mouth and eyes, around his head, with more tape running under his chin. He had on jeans, a striped button down shirt, open at his chest, and low rise black sneakers. He was struggling mightily, which turned Jesse on immediately.

“He’s been tied up for 30 minutes now,” Max offered. “And it doesn’t look like he’s a very good escape artist, does he?” he laughed. Jesse walked over to examine the rope binding Alex’s hands behind his back. It was a perfect tie, with Alex’s wrists crossed and lots of hemp going around his sleeves, with many cinched loops and knots well outside the reach of his fingers.
“Nice ropework,” Jesse said. “Did you do this?” Max nodded in the affirmative.

“Yes, I used to work in the military prison system, until I got out last year. We were in charge of many prisoners in Iraq and Afghanistan. Not many good escape artists there either!” he laughed. Alex seemed perturbed by this remark and was “mmmppphhhing” more loudly now.

“How much longer you gonna keep him tied if he can’t get out?” Jesse asked.

“Why,” Max asked, “would you like to start your ‘interview’ now while we let Alex keep trying his best?” He gave Jesse a mischievous smile, which sent a little shudder through Jesse’s groin.
“Whatever you prefer,” he said, assuming Max was going to do whatever he pleased anyway. (Some job interview he thought to himself ).

“OK, Jesse, why don’t I bind you exactly like Alex here and see what you’re made of. But first, I’d like to take some pictures of you in that outfit, which, if I may say, fits you perfectly.”
Jesse was blushing as he stepped in front of a western mock up display in the corner, where it looked like Max liked to take pictures. Max pulled out a digital flash camera and told Jesse to pose every which way, sometimes displaying his biceps like a muscle builder, and other times with his arms flexed behind his back.

“You look like you’re really flexible,” Max complimented Jesse. “That’s good if you want to be an escape artist.” He placed the camera down and went into a large duffle bag behind his desk and pulled out a large assortment of hemp rope, and the black duct tape too. “Ready for your audition Jesse?”
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 19 04:16
33 - The Job Interview--

Jesse was obviously feeling sorry for poor Alex. “Hey Max, hope you don’t mind me asking, but how long you gonna keep him tied up? He looks like he’s given up over here,” Jesse said as he watched Alex whither in his futile struggles. “If you want,” he added, “I’ll gladly let you tie me the same as that plus you can use the same amount of rope to double my escape attempt difficulty. How’s that for a deal?”

Max looked pensive behind his Army glasses. “Ok, I’ll take you up on that. But you better be a good little escape artist there Jesse,” as he proceeded to untie Alex from the tight hemp binding his wrists and legs. Alex looked happy at his sudden freedom once the duct tape was removed from his eyes and mouth.

“Thanks man,” Alex said, “I wasn’t getting anywhere with those ropes.” Jesse helped him up off the floor and Max smiled.

“Get over here Jesse, let’s see what you got,” Max said as he pulled out a fresh length of hemp rope and pulled Jesse’s arms behind his back. He wound the rope around his wrists in the same way he had bound Alex and proceeded to bind his ankles around his black boots, and his thighs and calves around the tight leather pants, with a rope going up from his knees around the back of his neck, pulling his upper body closer to his knees.

Jesse tested his bondage and sensed the roping was very well done. He could, however, still rotate his wrists, which for him was a very good sign. But the knots were nowhere to be reached, he noted. Alex watched from a chair by Max’s desk, rubbing his wrists.

Then Max startled Jesse, by saying: “OK Alex, you can go back to work now.” Alex got up and said, “OK boss.”

Jesse wondered what was up. “I thought Alex was interviewing for the escape artist job?” Jesse said. Max smiled.

“No he’s just one of our workers I need to practice on once in a while. He couldn’t escape from a paper bag!” Max laughed, as he pulled out more hemp rope and continued binding Jesse’s arms to his chest, cinching each elbow in place, then tying a rope from his wrists under his butt and attaching this to his bound boots.

“There ya go, Jesse, how’s that?” Max asked.

Jesse felt his bindings and realized Max had just tightened most of his possible escape routes. “You tie a mean knot,” Jesse offered attempting to get comfortable in his constricted ball of rope.
“So Max, what exactly does this job entail?” Jesse asked meekly, realizing he may have fallen into a trap of some kind. “I mean, will you be doing all the tying or will the audience members be doing it, like in my resume from my last job in Arizona.”

“Jesse, I see you as one of our star attractions, maybe highlighting each night’s show. And, yes, I will tie you sometimes but other times other folks will get their chance. Let’s just say, you won’t be neglected,” he chucked.

“So how much time are you gonna give me to get out of this tie?” Jesse asked innocently, expecting the worst and wondering who these other folks were.

“One hour,” Max said, as he stepped up to Jesse and produced the black duct tape. “Gotta keep you quiet, right?”

“I really don’t need to be gagged….” Jesse pleaded.

Max pulled the black tape out and began wrapping this around Jesse’s mouth before our bound cowboy could say another word. He wrapped around and around, sealing most any noise coming from Jesse.

“And just so I don’t ruin that long hair of yours…” Max pulled out a knitted gray cap and pulled this down over Jesse’s hair and eyes and finished his tie up with duct tape going around his eyes and then under his chin and over the top of his head. Jesse was in complete darkness, with sweat dripping off his naked chest, down his abs soaking the top of his leather pants. “Maybe,” Max added, “we’ll need to shave that pretty head of your soon, ok boi?”

Jesse “mmppphhh” in disagreement with this suggestion, but he was trapped again. His cock grew to full staff and was encased in tight sweaty leather as he struggled to escape.

“One hour…from now,” Max declared and laughed the wicked little laugh of his. “Oh, one more thing,” he said, as Jesse felt a pair of handcuffs snapped around his wrists just above the rope.

“Oh shit!” Jesse thought.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 20 01:53
34 - The First Escape

Jesse felt like somehow he had been duped again, but he was game at trying to get out of Max’s tough roping. He had hid a handcuff key in the back pocket of the leather pants so he knew there was that way out but the ropes had him bundled into a tight ball, and the duct tape and cap made seeing impossible. “What kind of circus act is this?” he thought to himself, as he struggled to find a comfortable position to manage his escape. He was sitting on his ass but even the slightest movement made him sense he would tip over.

He could hear Max’s breathing in the background so he knew he was being watched. He had an hour so he found the best position he could—lying on his side, which of course led the ropes going to his feet to tighten considerably. He could, however, still rotate his wrists and knew that was his only hope. Jesse calmed himself and went into his meditative state of mind, focusing his energy into his silent prayer.

“Jesus help me,” he repeated over and over as he gave up all control and struggle. His fingers (or was it someone else?) reached for some rope on his opposite wrist and pulled hard on one strand, which tightened the rope on the other wrist. He hooked the rope out and over his left hand and thanked the Lord. He was on his way out. Another strand followed and soon all of the rope encircling his left wrist was off, so he proceeded blindly to remove the rope off his right wrist.
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“Phew!” he gasped into his tightly gagged mouth. His handcuffed wrists made maneuvering for the key difficult and it took several minutes before he was able to extract it from his back pocket. So far it looked like Max was keeping to his word and allowing him to effect his escape so he felt for the key hole, and located it. Having studied the placement of key holes on handcuffs he knew which direction he needed to place the key to unlock the cuff, but it still took several long minutes before he successfully unlocked his left wrist. The right wrist followed shortly after.

Jesse quickly reached up and pulled the rope off his chest, down around his waist and followed this by pulling the black tape off his head and mouth, then came the knitted cap. He looked over and saw Max sitting in his leather chair smiling at him while looking at his watch.

“You still have fifteen minutes Jesse. But I must say that was quite a feat you just performed. I believe you may be the first person to ever get out of that particular tie,” Max said, sounding a bit deflated.

Jesse continued removing the rope off his legs and boots and stood up, throwing all of the rope to the floor in a tangled pile.
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“How’s that?” Jesse exulted.

Max stood up and gave Jesse a hearty handshake, saying: “You’ve got the job Jesse. Of course,” he added somewhat ominously, “you will have to show me some additional escapes before we can print the flyer and posters with you on them. You should be ready in two weeks or so, with my training.”

“Will I be paid for the training period?” Jesse asked.

“Of course, boy, but just at minimum wage if that’s ok?”

Jesse looked somewhat dejected at the thought of only getting paid $7.50 an hour but he agreed saying, “Maybe I can speed up the training sessions so we can get the show on the road sooner.”

Max looked at Jesse and said, “OK boy, ready for your next escape?” as he picked up the phone and called for two of his assistants to come and join them. “Yeah, we need you to bring some more rope and supplies for the escape artist…..Yeah, I know, but we have a good one here…I think you’ll like him.”

A few minutes later two burly circus grunts showed up with more rope.
“Uh oh,” Jesse thought to himself.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 24 01:39
35 - Round Two

Jesse and Max took a break waiting for the two circus hands to untangle the mass of rope they carried into Max’s office.

“Why don’t you get out of those soaked leather pants and put on some dry clothes, Jesse?” max offered. Jesse figured this was a good idea so he slipped into the changing room again and pulled on a blue sleeveless T-shirt, a pair of blue jeans and brown boots.

He stepped out and saw the two circus hands standing there waiting for him. One was bald, with lots of tattoos on his right arm, wearing yellow pants and thick muscles. The other guy was wearing suspenders (see drawing) and Max told them to show Jesse “the ropes.”

Just then Jesse’s cell phone rang. It was Duke. He answered it quickly. “Hey Duke. How did it go?”

Duke told him he didn’t get the job but he had met an old friend from college and that they would be back to pick him up in about an hour.

“Good. I got the escape artist job,” Jesse said, glancing over at Max, who was smiling. “In fact, I’m gonna do another escape right now. Come to the office tent when you two get here, ok?” Duke said he would and they hung up.

Before they started Jesse wanted to get some reassurance. “Max, is this how you expect the act to go, with lots of rope and gags and stuff? ‘Cause it seems a little extreme to me, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Well Jesse,” Max said reassuringly, “you never know what will happen when audience members tie you up. Just pretend my two burly helpers were in the audience and came up to tie you, ok?”

Jesse stared at their muscles and realized he was in for a complete roping, but decided to go along, since it was his idea to speed up his training. Besides, he knew Duke would be showing up anytime soon, or so he hoped. Duke always helped rescue him, if he wasn’t tied up himself, he thought.

“OK, but you will untie me if I can’t get out?” he asked Max.

Max laughed, an evil laugh, Jesse felt. ‘Of course, boi, you may well become my main attraction.” With that the two strongmen stepped up and proceeded place Jesse on a low wooden crate and they bound Jesse’s boots together, with more rope around his legs, above his knees. Jesse watched in fascination and the old stirring began again in his groin.

The suspender guy took a roll of duct tape and said: “Any last words kid?”

Jesse started to say, “Some water would be ni….” But his mouth was quickly enveloped in a number of turns of gray duct tape. The bald guy wrapped thick rope around Jesse’s wrists and tied his elbows behind his back with some more rope around his chest.

“Too late, kid,” the bald guy smirked. “Shoulda talked sooner,” as he laughed maniacally.

Just then Jesse’s cell phone rang again, and Max glanced at it and noticed Duke’s name popped up. “OK guys, looks like his buddy is coming soon, better get the kid outta here before he shows up.”

Jesse "mmmppphhhed" into his thick gag, wondering what was up. He was soon lifted off the crate and brought through a rear exit to a waiting circus wagon, where he was plopped amidst all sorts of circus props, signs, old posters and paraphanalia.

The bald guy reached up and pulled a thick iron collar from behind the props that was attached to a heavy chain and the wooden beam, wrapping this around Jesse’s neck and placing a heavy padlock through the hasps, securing Jesse to the wagon.

“I don’t like the looks of this…” Jesse thought to himself as the bald guy poured some liquid onto a rag and brought it up to Jesse’s nose, pressing hard. ‘Chloroform,” Jesse realized as he slowly lost consciousness and went into utter blackness falling onto some clowns costumes piled high.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 25 23:19
36 - Bound to be a Reunion

When Duke had gone to the leather bar for the job possibility he was completely surprised to run into his old college bud, Biff, who was a year younger than him. Biff was the same height as Duke, with blonde hair cut short, well built and wearing a light red football jersey with the number 14 on it.

“What a surprise running into you here!” Duke exclaimed. “I haven’t seen you for almost a year. What the hell are you doing in a place like this?”
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Biff blushed and looked around at the other patrons, most of who appeared to be gay. He ran a rough hand through his blonde hair and exhaled. “Guess you know me--remember how we used to play those tie up games in college?” Duke smiled knowingly.

“Well, you got me hooked and I moved out to Reno recently and got a job here as a bar-back.”

“Hey!” Duke said, punching Biff in the arm, “That’s the job I was looking to get; you old bastard!”

Biff smiled and proceeded to finish off his beer. “Well, if another opening comes…” his voice trailed off.

Duke pulled out his cell phone. “Gotta call my boyfriend. He’s applying for a job at the circus,” as he punched in Jesse’s number. He heard Jesse’s sweet voice and sadly told him the job was already taken. “Yeah, but I’ll be back soon to pick you up,” he added. Duke hung up and turned to Biff.

“Wanna come with me and meet Jesse? I think the two of you might like getting together with some rope, if you know what I mean,” he smiled.
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Biff smiled back, “Sure, I’m off work anyway, let’s roll.”

Within 15 minutes the two studs pulled up at the circus and started searching for the office. When they got there it was empty.

‘I don’t know Biff, this seems odd. Jesse told me he was here.” He tried his phone again but got no answer. The two decided to search the circus tents.

“That cowboy just knows how to get into all sorts of trouble,’ Duke grumbled. “Let’s try the fun house again…”
Biff looked over at a smaller tent. “How about that tent…must be for storage?”

The boys lifted the flap and were suddenly jumped by a bunch of goons. The surprise of being caught off-guard was too much, even with their combined strength. Biff and Duke were soon taken down as additional goons pounced on them in the dark. Their shirts were torn off and their hands were roughly roped with stout hemp and pulled up to additional rope that was wound around their chests. Both boys were cleave gagged and shoved into what looked like a bedroom and thrown down. Before they could escape their legs were identically secured, bound foot to thigh.
‘Waatthhffkkk!” Duke screamed into his gag.

“Ummmmffff!” replied Biff.

They both tested their bonds, but soon realized there was no escape.

“bring that guy in here now,” Max yelled at the goons, “and tie him to a chair so these two can get a good look at him.”
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37 - No escape
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Jesse came to moments before a room full of circus goons came storming into his trailer. He could feel the heavy iron collar being unlocked and taken off his tired neck.

“Mmmmfffuuu!” he tried to say.

The goons simply pick him up all trussed up and carried him to the bedroom set-up, plopping him down in a wooden chair. They quickly released his wrists and removed the rope going around his chest. One of them ripped the blue muscle shirt off and tossed Jesse a tight, white wife-beater.

“Put this on kid….fast!” he yelled.

Jesse quickly obliged as he was surrounded. He looked over towards the bed and heard muffled protests coming from under the blanket. “Must be someone else tied up; they’re making the noise of two people,” he thought.

Jesse’s wrists were quickly bound to the opposite chair arms and cinched with lots of rope going to various parts of the chair, with more rope pulled around his chest, with his feet and knees bound securely to the chair legs.

A bandana was pulled across his pouty mouth and a sweaty hand went quickly over already muffled pleas. Jesse was tied up again!
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38 - Room Service

Jesse could see by the cinching on his wrists that this chair tie might be inescapable. The goon standing behind him tightened the bandana that was already covering the duct tape wrapped a number of times around his mouth and head.

“Mmmfffhhh! Mmmmpphhh!” was all he could manage to say.
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The guy pulled out a large white band of material and proceeded to blindfold Jesse, who followed by making indecipherable complaints: “Aaarrgghhh! Mmmppprrrgghhh!”

He heard the goons laughing and whispering something behind his back. A chill went up and down his spine as fear set in. “What are these guys up to?” he thought to himself, as he began testing the limits of the rope surrounding his body.

“Good luck kid, getting out of that. Maybe your friends over here can help you,” one of the goons said, laughing.
Jesse heard lots of complaints coming from the bed where the cover looked like it was hiding something—or someone. It definitely sounded like two guys, and one of them was clearly Duke.

“We’ll be back bois. Make yourself comfortable,” a goon laughed. ‘Gotta go get the locksmith for your journey. Stay put,” a goon added, followed by lots of evil laughter.

The door slammed shut and Jesse heard a lock being closed loudly. Even if he could escape his bondage there might be no way out of this room. He began trying anyway.

“Lord help me, please, just this one more time,” Jesse said out loud. Of course his words were inaudible given the multiple thicknesses of his gag, but Jesse knew someone was listening.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 28 03:10
39 - The Blacksmith

Jesse waited long minutes for the goons to return. He heard the lock on the door being removed and some footsteps coming in around him. His fear intensified.

“You’re probably wondering what we’re going to do with you, don’t you boi?” he heard max’s voice say. “well, besides this little profitable circus enterprise we’re running a highly profitable white slave ring too—and you fit the bill perfectly Jesse. You fell into our little trap with just one three-by-five card job offer for an escape artist!” he laughed wickedly.

“We need to get you ready as all of the other boy’s have already been shipped out. And the three of you are perfect to fill one of our latest offers. You wouldn’t believe how much you’re worth to some people. It’s going to be a long voyage for you and I’m certain you wouldn’t want to make it all bound and gagged, now would you?” Max continued.

“So, Hans here, our trusty blacksmith has a special treat for all of you, with you, Jesse, being the first up. Grab him men.” With that he felt his arms and chest being untied, as well as the rest of the rope encircling his legs and feet. Jesse was pulled down, now putting up one last ditch struggle, onto the floor, where several goons held him down, with several knees on his chest. One guy wrapped his arm around his neck and put him in a choke-hold, and hand-gagged his already thoroughly gagged mouth.

Mmmpphh, uummpphh!” Jesse screamed.

He felt his pants being removed, as well as his shoes. His boner had sprung inconveniently just as the men pulled his tighty whiteys off.

“Looks like someone is excited about his new travel arrangements,” one of the men laughed, slapping his erect cock. He felt a pair of jeans being put on his legs and the sound of Velcro securing these around his waist. A shirt of some kind was also snapped on.

“What the f..k!” Jesse thought to himself, as he strained against the hundreds of pound of men holding him down. He could hear the other two bound and gagged guys screaming furiously in the background.

Then he heard the sound of heavy chains rattling, as if taken out of a box. He could sense a heavy metal cuff being wrapped around his left ankle followed by the sound of a hammer slamming a rivet on an anvil.

“These guys are crazy,” Jesse thought. “They’re actually riveting me into leg irons!”
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“That’s right, no move kid, Hans take good care not to smash your bones. Just don’t move—or else.” He laughed. Jesse realized this must be the so-called blacksmith. This leg iron was followed swiftly by another riveted right ankle iron. Jesse could tell they were heavy—and very secure, with a length of heavy chain between them.

Soon, both of his wrists were secured in similar heavy-duty irons, which were attached to a heavy chain about three feet long, he guessed. He felt them grab his wrists and pull them behind his back, where they were locked in place with some kind of heavy padlock. His fingers touched and he felt the cold chain surrounding his 32 inch waist, completely securing the heavy handcuffs behind his back. The cuffs were unbelievably thick and strong, with barely any room to turn his wrists. “Damn!” he cursed.

Finally, he felt another heavy metal iron—a collar—being placed roughly around his neck, with a final riveting locking this in place. He tried to swallow and could feel his Adam’s apple rubbing against this monstrous collar.
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Then, his blindfold was removed as was his tape gag. A goon brought a bottle of liquid up to his by now parched lips and commanded, ‘Drink, now!”

Jesse gulped the sweet tasting liquid eagerly, with some of running down his mouth onto his neck. Then, a black spandex hood was pulled over his head and snapped under his chin at the iron collar’s edge. This, at least, had a mouth hole and some eye holes, which he was grateful for.

Jesse’s gratitude didn’t last long, as a thick penis shaped gag was thrust into his pleading mouth and secured behind his neck. A wide leather band wrapped over his lips and cheeks. “Mmmppphhh,” was the best he could mutter.

They were making Jesse into a slave for sure, with no possible escape now. He felt the men lift him up and heard Max commanding: “Take him to the prison!”
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Jul 30 23:52
40 - Biff and Duke’s Re-binding

Next up was Duke’s buddy Biff. Biff was 22 years old, just like Duke. He majored in chemistry and played on the Baton Rouge football team and was quite strong. He had not, however, had many experiences of being bound and gagged, and this one was scaring the s—t out of him. The goons plowed into Max’s bedroom and quickly untied the hemp ropes holding him in the tight frog-tie. He was no match for their collective strength though, so he simply refused to put up much of a struggle, even though Duke was yelling into his cleave gag the whole time. Biff was blindfolded through the entire re-binding process.
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The blacksmith, Hans, secured Biff’s ankles in leg cuffs, though these were not as strong as Jesse’s. The riveting was over quite quickly as were the wrist irons. The cuffs were secured behind his back by a heavy padlock. He felt a heavy metal collar being wrapped around his neck and quickly riveted in place, before they shuffled him out, with multiple chains dragging. He found himself being placed inside another much cooler room that smelled of wild animals and hay.

The collar was secured to this cage-like room with a number of chains, so that he was held in place. His fear level was going off the chart by this point.

Then Biff smelled a dirty sock being held under his nose and one of the goons snapped: “Open up!” He tried to turn away from the rough hands holding his head and face in place but they were too quick. The full sock was pushed slowly past his pleading lips and his screams were quickly muffled by the dry material. He heard duct tape being ripped off a roll and the sock was quickly secured inside his mouth by multiple wraps around and around his mouth and neck. They must have gone around about ten times and there was no way to get the sock out now.
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Biff heard the rattle of more chains as he tried to make himself comfortable.
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“MMmmppphhh!” It was Jesse. He recognized his muffled cries from before. Biff wondered how much longer it would take for Duke to join them. After maybe 20 minutes he felt his blindfold being removed by one of the goons. He saw Jesse on the floor bound in a heavy collar, wrist and leg irons and secured with multiple chains in a fierce hogtie.

Biff could see that he was chained up to a wild beasts’s cage inside a circus wagon. Multiple heavy chains extended outward’s from his neck collar.

He watched in amazement as Duke was dragged in, struggling mightily—far more than he dared to do, and secured with many more irons, chains and locks than either he or Jesse. Duke's hands were encased in round wrist mitts, made of some kind of fierce metal. He had multiple irons around his wrists and forearms and was in a tight chained hogtie with at least three sets of leg irons too.

“S—t!” he thought to himself, as he felt himself pee in his pants. “This looks hopeless!”
He pulled on the cuffs and chains, but they were solid and there was no escape, he realized.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Aug 01 00:23
41 - Ready to Ship
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Duke had put up a ferocious fight, even though still blindfolded, once he was released from his bondage, and in the process he cracked one of Hans’ front teeth, which earned him an especially severe binding (see picture above). He heard multiple leg irons, wrist cuffs, locks and chains, followed by a pair of damn tight metal mittens. His fingers could barely move and he knew there was no way he would escape from this encasement. He felt his legs being pulled up into a tight hogtie and then the goons brought out a complex leather harness gag, which had a thick leather mouth piece inserted before being strapped in place and buckled—and locked! He couldn't see anything either.

He was carried into the cage and plopped down near Jesse and Biff and quickly secured to the cage bars with several chains and padlocks. “Click, click, click, click!” He could barely roll to his side and the gag eliminated all but the most feeble speech.

Jesse struggled in his heavy irons and so did Biff. But there would be no escape this time. They were prisoners on their way to an unknown fate. Max returned to their cell and kicked Duke in the side.

“That’ll teach you kid,” as he pulled on the various irons and chains binding Duke’s arms and legs. “Hans is not happy with what you did to his tooth, so you will be made an example, I’m afraid. Your shipment out of here starts in a little while and it will be several days before you get to your separate destinations and your new Masters. I think you boys are going to really enjoy your servitude, and you may as well get used to these irons, ‘cause you’ll be wearing them indefinitely—until you learn proper respect.”

With that he slammed the cage shut, locking it and then sealed the circus wagon door closed. The only light filtering in was from an overhead vent and some air holes on the sides, which were meant for wild animals presumably.

The three prisoners rattled their chains furiously, with lots of “mmppphhings,” but eventually this effort proved futile so they relaxed, as best as they could, in their heavy metal cuffs and collars. Eventually they all fell asleep, fitfully, and dreamt of better times-- and dreaded what they each had to look forward to with their new unknown masters and destinations.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Aug 02 00:17
42 - Feeding Time
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The three future slaves slept fitfully into the evening in their heavy irons and thick gags. Around 9 PM they heard the cage doors being opened and in walked Alex, Max’s first “victim”.

“Time to feed and water you,” Alex declared. He walked up to Jesse first, as he remembered him from his last inescapable bondage session with Max. He unlocked the penis gag from behind Jesse’s neck and withdrew its saliva laden stickiness from Jesse’s mouth. He also pulled the Spandex hood off of Jesse’s now sweating head and removed the lock holding Jesse in the tight chained hogtie.

Jesse felt his legs go out in vast relief, which he stretched to their maximum length, not knowing when they would be secured again in that or some other really uncomfortable position. The leg irons and chain rattled noisily.

“Water,” was all Jesse could gasp, and Alex held up a big bottle of Gator-Aide to Jesse’s lips, which he gulped down thankfully.

“Thanks Alex, you’re a lifesaver,” Jesse said, meaning it full well. Alex continued his chores, not saying anything, as if he was being observed behind the cage door.

“Time for some grub,” he told Jesse, as he plopped a bowl of Chile and rice on the floor in front of him, expecting Jesse to eat this like a dog. Jesse did, casting an evil glance at Alex as his reluctantly did so.

Alex continued his chores, removing the duct tape off of Biff’s face, whose cheeks bulged from such a severe gagging. He pulled the smelly sock out and Biff thanked him profusely. Alex gave Biff a long drink and also supplied him with a doggie dish full of Chile and rice. He unlocked the several chains holding Biff upright and lowered him down to the ground, to Biff’s great relief.

‘Thanks man,” Biff said, “I owe you one.”

Finally, Alex removed Duke’s leather harness gag and locks, so that Duke could finally see what—and who—he was with, not that he did not already suspect. Alex fed and watered him too, after removing the chains binding Duke in his strict hog-tie.

After the three prisoners were well fed and hydrated Alex asked them if they needed to relieve themselves. It was his unpleasant job to remove the Velcro outfits each had on, at least as much as they would require to do their business. He was very solicitous in so doing, having spent many long hours doing the same for Max’s prior prisoners.

“You almost done in there?” a voice boomed from behind the locked cage door.

“Almost,” replied Alex. “Just got to get these guys re-secured for the night.” Alex quickly replaced the Velcro pants and decided to re-position the three bound boys.

“Shit,” he said to Jesse as he examined the heavy iron collar around his neck. “That thing must really hurt!”

Jesse leaned over and whispered to Alex, “Yeah, my collarbones are killing me. Alex….” His voice became almost inaudible: “Can you help us. Please?” Alex averted his eyes from Jesse’s watery blue eyes and picked up the penis gag.

‘Open up,” he said, loudly, “and shut the f—k up!” With that he thrust the leather mass back into Jesse’s pleading mouth and snapped the lock back in place. He did, however, allow Jesse to remain at full length, sparing him a night in the hog tie position. Not that it would have helped in any escape, as Jesse was still chained to the cage bars.

Alex continued the re-gagging of Biff with the same soggy sock followed by layer after layer of gray duct tape. Biff was also tearing up as Alex chained him to the bars in a prone position, at both his collar and ankle irons.

And finally, he replaced Duke’s leather head harness and blindfold, locking this securely in place. Just then the door opened and Hans stepped in.

“OK kid, I got this one,” he yelled at Alex. Hans pulled Duke into the same constricted hog-tie he was in before, locking the multiple locks back on. “Break my tooth will you!” he snarled, again kicking Duke in his side. He brought a heavy iron collar u to Duke’s neck and locked this in place, securing its chain to the heavy metal bars.

‘Sleep tight assholes!” Hans barked, as he pushed Alex out and locked both cage doors behind him.

The three future slaves moaned and cried in their heavy metal prison irons, with escape seemingly further away than ever.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Aug 03 00:36
43 - Alex faces Max’s wrath

Max called Alex into his office to speak to him. Alex had on a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

“I noticed, boy, that you were real nice to our new slave boys. While I appreciate that, I’m wondering about now whose side you’re on here?” Max said softly but with a threatening edge.
“Well boss, I was just doing what you and Hans told me to do. I didn’t know you wanted me to be mean or anything,” Alex blurted.

“That’s OK boy. You did good,” Max replied reassuredly, as he pulled a chair into the middle of the room. “Have a seat. I think we need to do a few more ropin’ lessons, OK boy?”

Alex knew he had best comply, so he sat down while Max produced a few bundles of hemp rope. “OK Alex, let’s see how well you do with a chair tie this time.” Max began by securing Alex’s wrists to the side rungs of the wooden chair. He wrapped the rope around and around and cinched each wrist firmly. Alex tested his bonds. They were tight, as he knew Max usually made them—and how Alex liked them too.

Max continued by tying Alex’s jeaned ankles to the chair legs, wrapping more stout hemp around and then cinching each leg. He finished up by binding Alex’s chest and waist to the chair back. Alex noticed these ropes fell down somewhat, getting tighter every time he struggled even a little.

Finally, Max picked up a wide roll of gray duct tape. “Any last words boy?” he teased.

Alex started to reply: “I really don’t need to be gag….” as Max wrapped multiple layers of the sticky tape around Alex’s head seven times.
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“Mmmpphh, mmmm,” Alex moaned. This was beginning to seem too much, he thought.

Max got behind Alex and placed him in a choke hold and wrapped his right hand across Alex’s pleading mouth, tightening the tape even more. “You know I can’t have any traitors here, boy, so I think we’re gonna have to make an example of you!”

Alex realized Max was going mental on him--again.
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by Jack Roper » 2012 Aug 06 22:47
44 B Final Destination - Alternate ending

Brandon, Max’s Asian born receptionist was beginning to get worried. His new boyfriend, Alex, had disappeared and now Brandon was being told that the circus was about to up and leave.
“Hey Max, have you seen Alex?”

Max shifted his gaze away from Brandon’s eyes. “No, I think he told one of the boys he was going home for the week and would be joining us in Oakland when we set up again.”
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“Oh,” Brandon said, trying to sound nonchalant. He realized immediately that Max was lying, as he and Alex had just become boyfriends about two weeks before and had been inseparably since then. He knew Alex was interested in bondage and specifically escape artist stuff, which he was excited by, but had never explored on his own. He made an excuse to get back to his desk and prepare for the move.

After Max left the office he decided to do some sleuthing on his own. The circus was enormous, with many tents and wagons and wild animals. It was getting dark outside so he brought a flashlight. There was a bee-hive of activity now, with workers breaking down tents, and packing up trailers readying the whole enterprise for shipment to Oakland. He followed Max through the maze of workers and tents, keeping what he thought was a safe distance.
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“That guy is up to something,” Brandon thought to himself. He observed Max going into an animal wagon and crouched down behind some equipment in the gathering darkness and gloom. He waited for maybe 20 minutes, feeling that old excitement he used to get as a kid playing hide and seek with the older kids as dusk settled over the Bali nightfall.

Brandon observed workmen suddenly storming into the wagon. Once they had gone inside he quickly crouched down under a very small air hole and watched in horror as he saw Alex-- trussed up in heavy rope and gagged with duct tape. He was struggling mightily.

Brandon could barely make out what was going on inside but he thought he saw other guys chained up inside the wagon. That was enough for him. He scurried away to a safe location and did what he knew was best—called 911. After thirty long minutes the Reno Police arrived and he met them at the front entrance.

“Officers, my friend is being kidnapped,” Brandon repeated to several of them. He noticed another Police car pulling up. “And I think he’s not the only one,” he added, as he led them quickly to the wagon with their guns drawn.

The Police surrounded the wagon and waited long minutes for someone to open the door. It was Max, and he had a horrified look on his face as he realized what was happening. No shots were fired, and surprisingly Max and the other workers meekly surrendered on seeing the boys in blue outside their bondage prison.

Brandon was held back but eventually managed to push past the officers and enter the wagon. “Alex! Oh, thank God you’re ok!” he exclaimed. Alex had tears of joy running down his face, as apparently did Jesse, Biff, and Duke. The Police had carefully removed the various gags off of the four young men, but were stymied by the assortment of heavy metal collars and chains they were confronted with.

Brandon realized they would need a blacksmith so he offered to locate Hans, who was living in a trailer nearby. He brought an officer with him—in case. After finding Hans and forcing him to undo the entire prison handiwork he had performed the Police led Hans, Max and the others workers away in handcuffs. Biff,Jesse, Duke and Alex were ecstatic with their newfound freedom, and thanked Brandon profusely.

“We owe you,” Duke exclaimed after he was extricated from the heavy irons holding him down for so long.

“Right,” Jesse added, "anything and its yours.”

Biff chimed in with: "Wait just a minute, guys. I think you might be carrying this a little too far." He told them he would be going home and they agreed it was probably best for him given his ordeal. Biff thanked Duke for 'an exciting evening," and left on his own.

After the Police had finished taking the boy’s statements and made sure they were physically unharmed, Alex looked over at Brandon and smiled knowingly at Jesse and Duke. “I think I know what would make you two happy,” Alex said, picking up a few of the chains and ropes.

Jesse looked at Duke and they replied in unison, “You’re out of your mind!” They all laughed at the amazing rescue Brandon had made and had a wonderful evening after escaping away from the circus and going back to the Vagabond Hotel and a great meal.

Brandon and Alex got a room for themselves and the boys agreed to meet up in the morning. Jesse and Duke decided to go for an evening stroll under the star lit night. They embraced in the moonlight and made a promise to each other—never again would they allow a stranger to tie either of them up. They kissed long and passionately and returned to their room, passing Brandon and Alex’s room, only to hear moaning and mmpphhing through the window. They could make out Alex adding rope to a thoroughly tied up Brandon.

Duke grabbed Jesse’s hand and asked, “Ready to play?”

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by Jack Roper » 2012 Aug 03 23:43
44 A - Final Destination - Original ending
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Alex was chained up like the three other lads and secured to the wagon, awaiting transport.
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They didn’t have much of a wait at all, as the circus was breaking down and moving out of Reno that very next day. Huge vans arrived to transport all of the tents and equipment, along with all the wild animals—both human and otherwise to their next destination—Oakland, California. The vans brought a great deal of equipment, along with the four new white slaves to an awaiting train, which left town at noon and arrived in Oakland later that day, towards nightfall.
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The boys were off loaded and brought to the docks, where they were loaded into a ship headed for a Pacific Island and their new home, as slaves to several new masters. The trip took several weeks to make and their wrist, neck and leg irons kept them all completely secure from flight.
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I have heard nothing from them or anyone close to them for quite some time now, so I have to assume they are now in complete slavery, serving their new “owner” well. There must be a moral to this story, and I guess it is this: don’t permit strangers to tie you up—you never know what will happen to you or where you will wind up. I have no idea if the boys are happy or miserable, but I would guess it is the latter. Whether they even saw each other again, one can only surmise.

It is a strange world indeed that would allow such primitive codes of conduct to continue. I joined Amnesty International to attempt to stop these evil deeds but they just seem to continue.

And they seemed so happy playing their innocent games.

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Thank you so much for a great story, just loved the constant stream of trussing and gagging .
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privateandrews51 wrote: 4 years ago Thank you so much for a great story, just loved the constant stream of trussing and gagging .
Youn should give the thanks to @jackroper who was the autor on the old site
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