The Great American Road Trip – Part 4 Montana or Brokeback Mountain Revisited?

Montana had several things going for it.  When I was there, it had no daytime speed limit.  (The speed limit signed read “Prudent and Reasonable”) It had some great mountain scenery, with wonderful twisty roads and there were lots of cute boys in tight Wranglers and cowboy boots.

I had stopped mid morning at a diner for coffee.  There were several pickup trucks in the car park with their cute Wrangler clad owners inside.

I finished my coffee and headed for the door, however, before I could get there I felt a lasso tighten around my arms and chest.  I was pulled to the ground face first.  I was pinned down by a muscular body; I tried to struggle but this guy was much stronger than me and my struggles amounted to nothing.  He held my legs together with his muscular thighs.  He grabbed my wrists, pulled them behind my back and tied them tightly together.  He then set to work tying my ankles together and finished off by tying my ankles off top my wrists in a tight hogtie.  I started to call out but my captor pulled out a bandana, which he stuffed in my mouth.  He secured it with another bandana, which tied tightly around my head.  He then added further ropes; he tied another rope around my elbows, pulling them together and additional ropes around my calves and thighs just above and below my knees.  All of this happened in a flash, one moment I was walking back to my motorcycle, the next, I was struggling on the floor, helplessly hogtied and gagged.

My captor stood up to admire his handiwork; he was stunning, over 6 foot, athletic build, dark buzz cut hair, blue eyes.  He was clad in Wranglers that looked like they had been sprayed on, black Tony Lama boots, a silver belt buckle, a blue and white plaid cowboy shirt and a white straw Stetson.  He turned to his friend who was of a similar build but with mid length blond hair.  He too was in tight Wranglers and Tony Lamas but was wearing a black cowboy shirt and a black felt Stetson.  “So Matt, looks like I win the bet, one hogtied, leather biker.”

“Not so fast Tom, I bet he can get himself free – double or nothing – he can free himself by sundown.”

“OK Matt, you’re on.”

Tom and Matt sat at the table next to me and ordered more coffee, which the owner brought over, seemingly oblivious to the fact there was a hogtied man on the floor of his diner!

While Tom and Matt drank their coffee and chatted, I struggled with my ropes.  This was turning out to be a bondage holiday; my last bondage encounter in Vancouver had only been a few days earlier.

My past bondage encounters had always been with people I knew, this was the first time I’d been tied up involuntarily and it was sure turning me on! It was also the first time I’d ever been tied up in public which was also a turn on. Then there were my captors, two very good looking cowboys.

Matt and Tom watched as I struggled with my rope and mmphed into my gag. Matt said “By the way he’s struggling; it looks like he’s enjoying this”

Mmm, give the man 10 points for perception, I thought.

Matt then turned me on my back and noticed the bulge in my leather pants “Check the bulge out, I think he has the hots for you Tom.”

Give that boy another 10 points.

“Matt, I think this boy is in need of relief.”

They picked me up and carried me to the men’s room. Tom locked the door. Matt untied the rope connecting my wrists and ankles, but left the rest of the ropes in place. They then pushed me against the wall. Tom unzipped my fly and pulled my rock hard cock out; he dropped to he knees and started to suck my cock. Matt removed my gag and started kissing me. Man I was in heaven being kissed and sucked by two gorgeous cowboys. Tom brought me to the brink of orgasm, then stopped. He and Matt swapped over and the kissing and sucking continued. They swapped a few times before I eventually shot a massive load. They laid me on the floor where I let the feeling of ecstasy roll over me. They gagged me again with a knotted bandana.

Tom and Matt picked me up and carried me back into the diner. They sat me down in a chair and set to work adding a few more ropes tying me to the chair. The owner brought some menus over and said with a huge grin “So will you boys be having lunch or are you ready for dessert?” They ordered food and talked between themselves, almost as though I didn’t exist.

When the food arrived, they removed my gag. “Are you going to untie me so I can eat?”

Matt replied, “Biker boy, you can either let us feed you or the gag goes back in and you can watch us eat.”

“OK”

They’d ordered ribs, which weren’t actually that difficult to eat while tied up. They’d also hold up a glass of Coke for me to drink through a straw.

When lunch was finished Tom asked me, “Would you like to spend a couple of days on our farm? It’s got a great view of the mountains and it would be a nice place to chill out.”

“That would be great. I can follow you guys on the bike. Mmphh”

The gag went back in.

“We can take your bike I the back of our truck, saves you getting lost.” Matt replied.

They untied me from the chair and Tom carried me out to their truck. The slid me into middle seat and buckled my seat belt. The boys then took a length of wood from the tray of their truck which they used as a ramp to load my bike. They tied it down securely. Tom climbed into the driver’s seat and Matt into the passenger seat, so I was now two cute bikers. Matt then blindfolded me a bandana. “I think we need a bit of mystery here.

As I sat between Matt and Tom, tied, gagged and blindfolded, I wondered how sensible I was being to allow two strangers to abduct me. At the same time the prospect of being with two gorgeous cowboys was turning me on and there was a growing bulge in my leathers. I felt and hand stroke the bulge and Matt’s voice. “I think our biker boy is looking forward to a few days away from civilisation.”

We continued along paved roads for some time and then I felt us move onto an unpaved road. We continued along the unpaved road until the truck stopped. My blindfold was removed. We were stopped outside a large farm house on the side of a mountain with a sweeping panorama. I noticed a couple of large satellite dishes to one side of the house. Tom and Matt got out of the truck, “Don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back.” Very droll, I thought and I struggled in my ropes, which continued to hold me fast.

Matt emerged from the house a few minutes later. He slid me out of the truck and carried me into the house over his shoulder. He took me into a bedroom and set me down. On the bed was a pair of wranglers, a black and white plaid shirt, black leather belt with a silver buckle and a pair of boot socks. Beside the bed was a pair of black Tony lama boots.

“OK biker boy, now you’re on our farm, you need to dress like a proper cowboy.”

Matt and Tom untied me. I took my leathers off and put on the shirt, jeans and boots. The fitted beautifully and I admired myself in the mirror.

“Biker boy, you make a damn fine cowboy.”

I then followed Tom and Matt into the living room. Before I knew what was happening, Tom had pushed me to the floor and started to tie me up.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“I still have a bet to win. It’s not yet sundown and I need to have you hogtied until then.”

I struggled but, as before, I was no match for Tom and he soon had me securely hogtied and gagged again.

Tom and Matt announced that they had work to do outside and left me struggling in the living room. This time around Tom had tied me so that both my wrists and ankles were crossed. This is a very restrictive form of hogtie, it’s almost impossible to roll over or to move about. As I lay there hogtied, it again occurred to me that Tom and Matt could do anything they liked to me. My family, home in Australia, wouldn’t miss me for a while, while I was keeping in touch by email, it was often a week between contact. What could they do? One motorcyclist missing somewhere in the US or Canada, last heard of from Idaho.

The light began to fade outside when Tom and Matt finally returned. Matt handed Tom a $100 bill “OK Tom, you win the bet.” They then untied me. They picked me up and in turn, hugged and kissed me. I was sore from being tied up most of the day but very happy.

“OK Matt, I think we need some food, let’s fire up the barbecue.”

We had a few beers while Tom cooked steak on the barbecue. We talked about my trip and told them of my bondage adventures in Vancouver. Tom was from Idaho and Matt was from Wyoming. They’d met when they were at Stanford. They set up an internet company in San Francisco but decided, after couple of years, to move to Montana or, as they called it, their very own “Brokeback Mountain.”

After dessert “Hey Matt, bet you can’t get our cowboy hogtied.”

Well, Matt needed no further encouragement. Within nanoseconds he had me pinned on the floor and was roping my wrists and ankles into a very effective hogtie. Like my last hogtie, he had my wrists and ankles crossed. He gagged me with a knotted bandana and blindfolded me with another bandana. I was once again struggling on the floor with no hope of escape. I heard the sound of a disk being put in a DVD player. It sounded like porn, which only made me hornier.

After some time I heard the sound of the disk being ejected from the DVD player.

“Time for bed cowboy.”

I was untied and headed to the bathroom before heading to the guest bedroom. Tom and Matt were waiting for me there holding coils of rope.

“Time to secure you for the night cowboy” Matt said

“You can cooperate, in which case we’ll make sure you’re tied up comfortably. If you don’t we’ll make sure you’re in a tight hog tie, unable to move.” Tom added

“OK I’ll go quietly.” I decided this was the best option, having experienced Tom’s and Matt’s prowess with ropes.

They got me to lie face up on the bed. They started by tying ropes around my wrists which were tied off to the bed head. The knots were just out of reach. They then tied ropes around my boots which were tied off to the foot of the bed. I was spreadeagle, not too tight but definitely inescapable.

“You look great tied up there cowboy.”

They teased my cock and tits before both gave me a good kiss. They gagged me with a knotted bandanna and blindfolded me with a another bandanna.

“Goodnight cowboy, sleep tight.”

I tested my ropes but I knew there was no way I was getting loose. I was still hard. I drifted off to sleep thinking about my two gorgeous cowboy captors.