Re: Tau Upsilon Gamma [M+/M+] [update - 6/2/22]
Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2022 11:17 pm
by wataru14
Parents Weekend Conclusion – Diesel-Powered Barbecue part 2
JD shot out of his chair like a rocket, with tension rippling through his body and a stern look on his face. His husband awkwardly picked himself off the ground and stood up, blocking JD from moving forward with his arm. No one moved and there was a shocked silence. Brett was the one to break it. “Mr. Jessup,” he said, “I don’t know what you’ve heard but we at TUG are…”
“Zip it,” LJ said with a “don’t lie to me” gaze. There was a tense moment all around. Even the advisor seemed nervous and NOTHING fazed him. “And relax. If I had a problem with your ‘extracurricular activities,’ I wouldn’t be here. And neither would Cody. Or any of the other boys. If I thought anything unsightly was going on, I’d have shut that shit right down right away. But I had to meet you all for myself. You need to look a man in the eye to really know what’s in his soul. I spent time with all of you today, and I learned what I needed to.”
“My boy is a grown man and makes his own decisions. And if this is what he wants, then I will support him. It’s goddamn weird, but I will. Trust me, I don’t think a lot of the other parents would think the same. Well, maybe that hippie chick, but the ones from Earth wouldn’t.” He laughed at his own joke but everyone else was too wound up to join him.
“That’s quite an unexpected take,” the advisor said, narrowing his eyes. “I must admit I am a little surprised at your open-mindedness.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” JD said, slightly hurt. “We’re not ALL bigots. How could you be with me for five years and still think that?”
“Well, you’re a bit of an odd duck,” the advisor chuckled.
“True that,” JD laughed.
“I tested the waters with the boys in the dorm room last night,” LJ said. “And I could tell that Cody and Nate were comfortable with… it. Hell, they practically BEGGED me to do it to them. Do you know they actually said ‘I bet I could get out of that’ while we were watching an action flick?” The Seniors rolled their eyes and laughed. “And I got to thinking. ‘Why is it that they seem to like being tied up so much? What’s the appeal?’ Now I’ve been tied up before. What boy hasn’t? Cowboys and Indians as kids, drunk horseplay with the guys. It happens. But I never thought nothing about it. It was just a stupid thing guys do for laughs. But I saw those boys’ eyes and I saw they liked it.”
The group was pensively silent. Even Scott.
“And I thought how strange that was for Cody,” he said. “Two years ago there was… never mind. That’s not for me to say. But if he and these boys are into being tied up for fun… if that’s something they enjoy for some reason… I wanted to make sure they weren’t being taken advantage of. My boy is pretty wise for his age, but he’s still a kid. All of them are. Easily led. And I had to be sure everything was on the up-and-up.”
“So here it is, all on the table,” LJ said, finishing off another beer. Shane could see LJ’s discomfort and he was trying to give himself confidence with alcohol. He was about to say something significant. “I want to see for myself what the appeal is. I want to try to understand what it is that they like.”
“So wait,” Danny said. “Am I hearing you right? Are you asking us to tie you up?”
LJ took a long swig. “Sure as shit, pretty boy,” he chuckled. “I need to feel it for myself. I want to try and understand and that’s the only way I’m gonna be able to do it.”
The advisor was deep in thought. “JD could explain it to you,” he said. “He enjoys bondage more than any man I’ve ever seen.”
“I could try,” JD said. “I could tell you about how it feels to be helpless. How it feels to totally give yourself over to someone that you trust with all your heart. I could tell ya. But it wouldn’t be the same. I ain’t got much skill with words anyway. He’s right, darlin’. If he wants to know, he has to experience it himself. I mean, I didn’t even know I liked it until…”
“Yes, well, let’s leave out all the gory details,” the advisor said. “No need to get into that in mixed company. But I can understand where LJ is coming from. He wants to get a better understanding of his son and I think that’s admirable. And it’s obvious how strange and difficult this is for him. That’s what makes it so brave. Sir, you are a prince among men. But before we do this, I need to make doubly sure that this is really what you want.”
“Yup,” LJ said, finishing the bottle. “I may be crazy, but it’s what I gotta do.”
“OK then,” the advisor said. “You asked, we will provide. But not out here. I still have neighbors and Gladys has been quite the nosy cow recently. So we’ll go inside and do it there. Hoss, you and Danny move the furniture in the living room. Brett, go into the playroom and get… well, I’ll leave that up to you. Remember we are dealing with a beginner here. The rest of you get LJ ready.”
The group split up and started to get to their tasks. JD stayed behind with Scott and Shane. “I can see how hard this is for you,” he said to LJ. “So tell you what. You don’t have to do it alone. I’ll do it with you.”
The advisor rolled his eyes. “Oh come on!” he chuckled. “Any excuse, huh?”
JD smiled and shook his head. “No, darlin’, it’s not that,” he said. “I want to help him through it. It’ll be less weird if he’s got a friend to go through it with him. Like you said: ‘that’s what family does.’”
“You sound like Vin Diesel,” LJ laughed.
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The coffee table in the living room had been moved aside, leaving the center of the room wide open. LJ stood fidgeting in the middle of the room, with JD beside him. The big man was cool and calm, a stark contrast to LJ, who was nervously slapping his thighs and shifting his weight. Brett emerged from a side room carrying a pile of things that LJ had to force himself to look at. It was mostly rope, but not coarse like clothesline or rough hemp, LJ noticed. It was shiny white and looked soft and silky. Pliable and flexible and tied into neat bales with great care. Brett put the gear down on the couch and began unwinding one of the bales. LJ could see how it caught the light as it unwound. Brett freed a piece about six feet long and folded it in half, taking the bend in one hand and evening out the two ends in the other.
“You might want to empty your pockets,” JD said, giving LJ an encouraging slap on the shoulder. “It hurts like a sumbitch if you roll over onto your keys.” LJ allowed himself to chuckle, breaking the tension somewhat, as he placed his wallet and various possessions on the coffee table and rolled up the sleeves of his buttondown shirt to mid forearm. “Now don’t get worried. Everything they do to you, they’re going to do to me, too.”
“Well you got a lot more experience than me, but I appreciate that,” LJ said. “Now let’s stop yapping and get this shindig started before I change my dang fool mind.,” LJ said. He seemed a lot more comfortable now since his new friend was going to be there with him. Brett gave LJ a comforting touch on the arm as he came around behind and gently positioned LJ’s hands behind him, wrists crossed, against the small of his back. Shane did the same to JD.
“We’ll start with the hands,” Brett said. “We’re going basic on this, so don’t worry. Nothing too crazy.” Brett placed the rope against LJ’s wrists and threaded the two ends through the bight he had formed, then he pulled the loop closed. LJ felt the smooth, soft rope tighten against his skin until the loop was snug and secure. His initial assessment had been correct. The rope was smooth and soft. Like it was made for comfort. He winced a little remembering how he had used rawhide on the boys and how much it must have chafed their wrists. Should he apologize for that? Or would that be too weird? Three feet away, JD was smiling contentedly as his hands were being secured the same as LJ’s, a bulge in his tight jeans beginning to form.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this a whole lot!” LJ chuckled. He looked down at JD’s crotch and tilted his head quizzically.
“Heh heh,” JD laughed. “Yeah, I kinda do that. Can’t help myself! When I get tied up like this I get a warm feeling inside. But that doesn’t happen to everybody. From what I hear, only two of the boys have that reaction and Cody ain’t one of them.”
“It wouldn’t matter if he was,” LJ said. “I’d still have his back, anyway.” JD smiled proudly and nodded. LJ closed his eyes and listened to his body. He felt a little tingly all over, but it didn’t feel sexual. More like nerves and anticipation. But he didn’t feel afraid. Or any other negative feelings, really. But he did have to admit that it didn’t feel bad. Not by a longshot.
One the loop was tight, Brett pulled the two ends of the rope apart and started winding them around LJ’s wrists in opposite directions. Horizontally a few times at first, then he made a small knot and crossed them the other way, now going vertically. LJ flexed and loosed his fingers at the bonds became firmer and tighter. Forming a cross pattern in four directions that held his hands immobile. But even as it got tighter, it was never uncomfortable or painful. Brett was taking great care in that regard. When the rope was all used up, Brett took the remaining ends and tied them into a sturdy knot, placed in a spot that LJ couldn’t reach with prying fingers.
“OK,” Brett said. “That’s done. Tell me what you think. And if you want us to go on, we will. If you want us to stop, we will, too.”
LJ twisted his wrists. His hands were trapped in a crossways prison, able to rotate this way and that, but not able to slip out of the loops. He flexed his arms and tried to force his way out, but no dice. This was a strange feeling for him. LJ was an uncommonly strong man, muscles developed from a hard life on the ranch and in the saddle. But this feeling of helplessness was new. The guys on the ranch had gotten drunk and tied one up of the group for kicks now and then, but it was just amateurish bro-jokes. The “victim” could always easily escape if he wanted to and just played along for laughs. He had spent some time handcuffed in the back of a squad car, too, but that was usually after a night of too much drunken revelry and he was too far gone to really notice how it felt.
But this time was different. He was really and truly trapped. He thought about all the things these guys could do to him if they wanted. If they were that kind of people. And how he would be powerless to stop them. He knew he didn’t have to worry – that these were definitely not THAT kind of people, but the idea of it got his adrenaline flowing. His heart rate increased. The feeling of powerlessness was an interesting one. As the endorphins circulated through his brain, LJ had to admit it was a rush. He was beginning to understand a little.
“Hmmm,” LJ said. “Feels like you did a pretty good job. I ain’t goin’ nowhere right now.” The boys stood around in a tense hushed silence. “But this is just the starter package. I want to see the whole shebang. You boys do what you need to do and don’t hold back.”
There was a palpable feeling of relief from all present, including LJ. Most of the Seniors thought he would say “OK, that’s it, let me out now,” but he didn’t. Instead, he looked over at the pile of bondage supplies on the couch and waited. Slightly apprehensively, Shane picked up a very long piece and folded it in half like Brett had done.
“The next part would be your upper torso,” he explained, “but I’ll demonstrate on JD first, so you can see how it works.“ Shane placing the ropes taut across JD’s chest and threaded the ends through the bight in back. “The basic version would be just to wrap it around a few times to hold your arms down, but I like to get creative here. Fancy-like. You can make some pretty interesting patterns if you know what you’re doing.”
LJ watched studiously as Shane started with an anchoring band around JD’s barrel chest. The young buck looked like he could stop a train with his bare hands, so Shane had to go extra tight and elaborate to make sure he stayed restrained. From the looks of him, JD could Hulk out and snap the ropes like tissue paper if he wanted, but instead he stood. LJ could see the hairs on JD’s arms standing up as he felt the ropes tighten and no one could miss the bulge in his jeans swelling even more.
Shane pulled the rope tight against JD’s titanic steel-thick pecs and pinned his arms to his sides. He made four or five passes around, pulling tighter each time, before cinching it off with the knot in the center of JD’s upper back. He took two smaller pieces and threaded them through the miniscule space between JD’s arms and rib cage, one on each side. These he wound around multiple times, threading them through again each time. When he finally tied them off, they pinched the rope band on both sides of JD’s chest, making a three-way figure-8 that would make it impossible for JD to slip out of the band.
While LJ watched, Shane began to add more ropes off the anchor band, going in several directions. He wove them up over JD’s shoulders and across, then back down. He wove them around his waist and down between his legs, forming a harness around his hips. He had to be extremely careful to frame JD’s lower half without touching anything improper. JD looked like the smallest touch would start him gushing and that would definitely not be helpful for the tutorial. But Shane was skilled enough to get it done. Connecting ropes were attached to the band and the harness, forming aesthetically pleasing symmetrical patterns. Pretty, but effective. And brutally tight. JD had trouble fully expanding his chest. He wriggled slightly as the sense of confinement and constriction ramped up.
“So that’s what it looks like when completed,” Shane said, making JD turn around so LJ could see both front and back. “It really adds to the effect, I think.”
“And it feels great,” JD said, grinning. “When it’s on more than just your hands it feels like when I was a kid and wrapped myself up in the blanket on winter nights.”
“You ready?” Shane asked.
“Darn tootin’,” LJ said. “Don’t think I’ll enjoy it as much as he does, but I’ll say this. So far it don’t feel bad. I don’t know if it feels GOOD yet, but it definitely ain’t bad.” Shane chuckled as he prepped more rope and started working his magic on LJ. The former rodeo star felt the cords pressing tighter and tighter against his chest and arms, forcing them into whatever position Shane decided. He fidgeted a little as Shane wove the harness around his waist, but everything went along smoothly. LJ felt more of the tingling sensation, but stronger than before.
Hoss came over and put his mammoth hand on LJ’s shoulder. “You’re big, you’re strong,” he said. “I know what that’s like. But sometimes you just need to stop carrying everything on your shoulders and just let go.” He gently helped LJ down onto one knee, then onto both, then he guided him down onto the carpeted floor face-first. A short distance away, Danny was helping JD, who stood with a rapturous expression on his face, down to the floor as well.
Hoss took both of LJ’s legs and stretched them out straight behind him. He put LJ’s cowboy-booted feet together and began to apply ropes around LJ’s ankles. He started at the base, where the foot meets the shin, and slowly wound his way up. Around and around he went, until LJ’s legs were secured almost halfway to the knee. And the tightness couldn’t be adequately described if LJ tried for a year. The thick leather of his boots protected him from chafing or welts, but he could still feel the unbelievable pressure. Hoss took a shorter rope and put it over the bridge of his feet, forcing them out of the slight V position they were in and forcing them flush side-by-side. LJ couldn’t see what Hoss was doing, but he could feel it. He could feel the cords tightening around the bottoms of his feet and back over. And he could see the process being done to JD a short distance away, his friend’s boots being fastened tightly together by the rope. His mind began to rev up. He began to appreciate the feel of the bindings. The almost safe and secure feeling. JD was right: it felt like wrapping yourself up in the blanket as a kid.
“We’re almost done,” Scott said, kneeling down in front of LJ after Hoss had moved away. “You good to go on or are you done?”
“I didn’t ask this just to pussy out before the end,” LJ said through gritted teeth. He could feel the constriction all across his body and was instinctively flexing against the bonds. “I want the whole shebang.”
‘Well, OK then,” Scott said with an impish smirk. He stood up and walked behind LJ. Bending down, he picked up the tail end of the rope Hoss had used on LJ’s feet. The ends each dangled about a foot past the knot. “I believe this is what you cowpokes call a good-ole-fashioned hogtie.” He pulled the rope forward, causing LJ’s legs to bend back at the knee. LJ tried to crane his neck back and watch over his shoulder, but he couldn’t quite get a clear view. But he could definitely feel it as Scott pulled his legs all the way back. He let out a grunt as his feet were brought up past his butt. And then even further. LJ’s back was forced into a reverse arch as Scott began to fasten the ends of the foot-ropes to the harness around LJ’s waist.
“Fuck, dude!” Danny said, making a move to come over. “You trying to kill him? Don’t go expert-level! Just do it beginner. It’s a tutorial. Jesus!”
“No!” LJ said with another grunt. “I said do it, and that means doing it right and proper. It’s fine. I got a bad leg but it ain’t hurting. It actually feels kinda good. If you normally do it that tight, then do it that tight.”
“Are you sure?” Danny asked.
LJ grinned. “I’m getting real tired of people asking me that,” he joked. “I’m not even 40 yet and you boys’re acting like I’m gonna break in half or something. Now stop wussing out and finish up!”
“Yee haw!” Scott said. And he cinched the ropes fully tight before knotting them off. LJ gave an “aaarrgggh!” as he was contorted into a bow shape, but shook his head vigorously when several pairs of hands shot out in his direction.
“It’s OK,” he said. “I’m good.” Across from him, LJ saw the worried face of JD. The younger man was concerned for his friend, but the look of determination on LJ’s face spoke volumes. He needed to see this though, JD thought. The Seniors backed away and let the pair of bound cowpokes wriggle and squirm in their hogties for a moment.
“Looks like them no-good cattle rustlers really got the drop on you two lawmen!” Scott joked.
“There’s just one more part,” Danny said, grabbing Scott by the face and jokingly shoving him away. He had three folded bandanas in his hand. “It’s not really complete without one last bit.” LJ knew exactly what Danny meant by that. He had seen enough cowboy movies to know what was coming next. As Danny knelt down, smooshing one of the folded-up rags into a tight ball, LJ opened his bearded jaws wide. Danny gingerly inserted the ball into LJ’s open mouth, and then rolled a second bandana into a strip, which he knotted in the middle. After placing the knot over the little piece of the red cloth still visible between LJ’s lips, Danny pulled the ends around the back of his captive’s head and tied it off. As a finishing touch, he folded the third bandana into a wide band and covered the entire lower half of LJ’s face with it from nose to chin. When that, too, was tied off behind his head, LJ could make no sounds but muffled grunts and moans.
“I could blindfold you, too,” Danny said, “but I won’t. I think you need to see JD and how he’s reacting.” LJ could see JD plain right across from him. Hoss was finishing up his gag, capped off with the Texas-Flag bandana JD had been wearing on his head up to now. LJ could see the ecstatic gleam in his new friend’s eyes when his bondage was complete. It was almost like JD was on another level of consciousness. LJ wondered where that thought came from. Maybe he had spent too much time talking with Mrs. Bucknard this afternoon? But he didn’t want to think about things like that right now. He had gotten the full treatment like he asked, and all that was left was to lay here and think. And try to understand.
“And that’s the basics,” the advisor said. “The next part is up to you. Boys, I think we should give them some privacy. It’s hard to reflect on heady topics with six other guys looming around.” The Seniors nodded.
“OK, guys,” Brett said. “Let’s get outside and get started on the cleanup. We also need to discuss whether Leo crossed the line and needs some payback for the Karen treatment he gave us during the barbecue. The floor is open to suggestions.” From beneath his gag, LJ chuckled as the Seniors exited the house through the sliding door onto the patio and the advisor went into the nearby kitchen. There was no one left now but him and JD.
“If you want to sit and think – take it all in and feel what it’s like, you have to go all out,” LJ thought. He squirmed in his ropes a little, but knew that wasn’t going to get him anywhere. These boys were definitely good. “Feels pretty tight. JD was right on the money, though. It feels almost comfy, to tell the truth.” LJ laid there a while, watching JD wriggling happily a few feet away. “Well, he sure us enjoying himself. Hahaha. Big boy like that happy as a pig in shit being all tied up like that. I wonder why?” A thought began to form.
“A man like that must be used to being in control,” LJ thought. “Head man in charge. There must be a lot of expectations and demands put on him. Lotta pressure to perform. I know what that’s like. But it must be nice to just let all that go. Just like that Hoss fella said. Just kick back and let someone else drive. Let them take all that responsibility out of your hands.” LJ thought. “Yeah, that makes sense. I can definitely see that.”
He could see it, but he knew that it wasn’t how he felt, himself. He could see how the utter helplessness could be erotic, but he doubted that’s why the boys liked it. At least not Cody. Nate, perhaps, but he knew his son and that wasn’t what Cody was looking for. Cody was looking for a connection with other people. A close relationship. A… bond. “That’s it!,” LJ thought.
It was the trust. It was the total confidence in your partner that allowed you to put yourself completely in their power. It was the time and care that your partner spent in the act of tying. It was all attention focused on you and you alone. You became the center of your captor’s world when they were tying you. LJ felt that when the boys did him up. THAT was the connection Cody wanted. LJ knew that he had been there for his son whenever Cody needed, but a boy couldn’t live on just that. Cody was a social animal and needed to connect with people. This was his way of making close bonds with others.
LJ flexed his chest against the ropes that held him tight. They wrapped around him like the embrace of a lover. A hug. By now he was beginning to cramp a little. The position his legs were tied into didn’t leave much room to maneuver either, and a lot of pressure was being put on his back and shoulders. Even his booted feet were held in place by ropes, immobile and secure. He could hear the distressed leather creaking whenever he tried to move. Even his oversize belt buckle was beginning to dig into his belly from being forced to lay on it. But he endured it. He had a lot to ponder.
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Someone came to check on the hogtied pair every few minutes, just to make sure everyone was breathing correctly and not cramping too badly. JD looked like he could just lie there forever, but LJ had learned what he needed to. After an hour or so of deep contemplation, he grunted repeatedly at Brett, who was checking to see that the ropes around his wrists weren’t too tight. “Don’t want to cause nerve damage,” Brett said, stopping when he saw LJ clearly had something to say to him. After Brett knelt down and removed the gag, LJ stretched his jaw muscles and tried to get saliva flowing.
“I think I figured it out,” he said. “At least a little. I had some ideas that I think will help me understand. But for now, I think it’s time to get loose. I have a lot to think about.”
Brett seemed pleased. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said as he began undoing the ropes binding LJ’s feet to his waist harness. Mr. Jessup let out an audible sigh of relief when his legs were gently lowered back to the ground and his back could rest normally. Brett whistled and the other Seniors, plus the advisor, came into the room as well. While the five boys got to work untying LJ from the intricate net of cords that encircled his body, the advisor just sat on the floor and rubbed JD’s head like he was petting a puppy. The bound hunk just purred like a baby. When Danny came over to start releasing JD, the advisor smiled and put his hand up.
“No need for that,” he said. “Just the legs, actually. I think he’ll be spending the rest of the night like this.” JD’s eyes twinkled with delight upon hearing that. Once Danny released the ropes around JD’s booted ankles and denim-covered knees, JD got himself off the floor and up onto his feet with little effort. LJ was shocked. For a man of JD’s size to be able to stand fully up without using his arms at all was an incredible feat. LJ thought his new friend’s core must be made of titanium or something. LJ himself sat on the coffee table while several pairs of hands undid knots all around his torso. He began to feel the ropes falling away and full circulation returning to his body. He stood up to allow Shane to remove the waist harness, but otherwise he was happy just to be seated again instead of lying on his stomach.
His hands were the last things to be untied. Once he was fully free, LJ stood up and thanked his hosts. The advisor told LJ to call him if he needed to discuss things further and LJ said he would do that. The advisor bade JD to say goodnight, which he did in the form of some unintelligible grunts through his thick gag, and then marched his husband into the bedroom with the gag still in. As the other Seniors put the furniture back into position, Brett showed Mr. Jessup to the guest bedroom. It was far enough from the master that he wouldn’t be disturbed by whatever was going to be happening inside later in the evening. Once everything was done, LJ accompanied the Seniors outside to their vehicles and watched them head back to the House to prepare for the following day’s work duties. Now alone, LJ gave a deep sigh and returned to the house.
LJ had first heard of TUG from a tourist that he was giving riding lessons to a year ago. Apparently this tourist was “The Spy,” his Freshman year of college (whatever that meant) and had some odd stories to tell about what went on at one particular party. He said all the ropes around made him think of it. LJ had almost forgotten about it until Cody called him to say he was pledging, which made the memory jump back to his foremind. He had spent the next week or two doing research on the group, and there was odd chatter about the frat if you looked in the right places online. Some people called them a “Kink Club” disguised as a fraternity, while others just remarked about how odd it was that ropes always seemed to come out for their social events. Frat pledges getting tied up was nothing abnormal, LJ found, but TUG's name seemed to always pop up when something like that was spoken of. Most of the negative posts seemed to be from members of a Fraternity called “DIX,” and were taken down soon after being posted, but he had managed to read enough to get his curiosity piqued.
If that really was where Cody was pledging, he had to make sure his son wasn’t getting drawn into some kind of sex cult. Or worse. But from what he had seen tonight, LJ knew his initial fears were misplaced. He was very good at reading people, and while Brett and the advisor definitely had some skeletons in their closets, this group was above reproach. There was no way someone like JD could be attached to something sinister. But even though his father’s worry was quenched, he still had a lot to absorb.
It was getting fairly late, so LJ decided to go outside for one last smoke before bed and sat down in a lounge chair on the patio. A million thoughts raced through his head. So now he had experienced it for himself. But what comes next? He was confident that Cody was in no danger from these guys, and although he didn’t quite understand his son’s fascination with bondage, LJ was damn sure he would support Cody in whatever he chose to do. If this is what made him happy, then it made LJ happy, too. He thought back to what he just experienced and remembered how aroused JD was by the whole process. “Boy was sporting more wood than the Sequoia Forest!” LJ chuckled. He remembered not feeling anything like that himself from being bound, but… but a thought came to him.
“I guess people like giving control over to someone else,” LJ thought. “But what about the OTHER side? What about the guy doing the tying? That must be a big rush. Having someone totally in your power. Able to make them do whatever you want and there ain’t a damn thing they can do about it. That must feel amazing.” LJ felt a small stirring in his jeans. Not because he was envisioning a man in a compromising position, but it was the thought of being able to exert dominance over another person, that was beginning to appeal to him. For someone as laid back and easygoing as LJ, the thought of being authoritative and domineering behind closed doors was certainly interesting. He could definitely see the attraction to it. An attraction that was growing on him. He would have to talk more with the advisor about that sometime. Maybe learn some skills. There were a lot of thirsty ladies hanging around the rodeo that appreciated a man who knew his way around knots. “Rope bunnies,” some of the rodeo hands called them. He had heard stories at the bar from his coworkers about some of these women that he had previously thought was just guy-talk bullshit. But now some new possibilities were beginning to come to mind. A man with some expert training could do quite well for himself.
“Like I said,” LJ said aloud to no one as he put out his cigarette. “Lots to think about.”
Coming Soon: Conflagration part 1 – The Car Wash