My dick grows a bit more, then I realize that those voices are coming closer. Are they hands on the ranch, and Ty has fooled me into thinking he owns this place? For all I know, he is not returning. I stumble around a bit and feel the post scratch my naked ass. I figure I better be careful or end up with splinters. I can't believe he left me hanging like this; the excitement is growing away quickly. 

The loud laughing breaks my thoughts of my situation. They are getting closer. I now fear them finding me. What if they aren't into bondage or gay. What if they hate what they find and decide to beat the shit out of me. What defense do I have? What if they are cowboys, and what are they gonna do with this naked guy hanging from a post? I try not to turn my head when I hear their voices behind me. Then it happens.

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"What the fuck?!" I hear one of the voices yell out.

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I close my eyes, hoping they will move on. I listen as they are silent, only the sound of their horses and the tack as they near. I'm not sure, but I know there is more than one. I stand very still, not making a sound. Thinking that if they moved on, I would do anything right now. 

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I can tell they cross before me through my closed eyes, blocking the sun. I know they are staring at me, and I notice my dick gets harder. The shadow moves back and forth across my face; I don't want to look. 

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"Shit, I don't believe this."

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"Look at his pecker, he likes this! Bet he's a fucking cocksucker."

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This does not sound good at all. My breathing increases as I get nervous about the cowboy's intentions. Then, the sun is blocked permanently. I wait a few seconds to see if they move, but they don't. I swallow and slowly open my eyes. Before me is a cowboy on his horse, rather close, his chapped leg inches from my face. With the sun's backlight, I can only make out his silhouette. The scent of his horse and the leather he wears drifts into my nose. As my eyes adjust, I make out his worn boots with spurs. He wears a duster coast and vest and shirt under it. His black hat is a bit worn but in good shape. His blond mustache breaks as he smiles down at me.

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"Looks like Ty has got himself a new toy." there is laughter from the others. I look around and see three other cowboys on their horses. They are all in their chaps, boots, and warm riding gear, dirty and dusty from a long ride. 

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The cowboy nearest me pulls closer, lifting his boot to my chest and pushing me back. I swing, trying to catch my balance. The others laugh. 

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"I bet he's a great boot licker!" says the cowboy as I swing. He lifts his boot to my face, the point under my chin. 

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"Is that right?" he asks, staring me in the eye. His boot makes my gagged face nod yes. He takes his boot and rubs the sole across my face, over my gagged mouth. I take in the leathery dusty smell, how I would love to get my tongue on those boots. He moves his boot down my neck and across my tits, pushing on them with the point of the boot. I squirm with the pain he causes, my ass back against the pole. He moves his boot down my torso to my hard cock and balls, lifting my ball sack with his boot. I start to hump his boot as he tries to squeeze it between my bound legs. 

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"Fuck he is a queer!" yells one of the cowboys. 

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"Hell, so are you!" answers the cowboy whose boot I am riding. 

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The blond cowboy pulls out his boot and moves his horse before me. Leaping down, the cowboy approaches me, taking his gloved hand and stroking my face. He moves closer and closer; I can smell his sweat, from most likely days of no showers, with a wad of chew in his lower lip. He looks me in the eye, then draws closer, kissing my gagged mouth. Damn, I want him now, I wish I wasn't fucking gagged! His leather-gloved hands stroke and caress my bound body. I struggle in my bondage, feeling that leather against my clean-shaven skin. Up and down, he moves, never taking his lips off my gag. I take in his wonder, masculine smell as he squeezes my tits. I moan in the gag, and he takes his other hand, bringing my lips deeper to his. He squeezes the other tits, then twists them. I try to back away, but his strong grip keeps me in his face. 

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The cowboy moves down my body, touching my hard dick and stroking it repeatedly. I am so near shooting; it has been so long since I was allowed to release my sperm. Being handled by this cowboy, with his guys watching this all. I can't touch him, he only me. The cowboy stops and moves around to my ass, grabbing it tightly. All this time, he never stopped kissing my face. I want to put my tongue in his mouth so deeply. All he must do is release me; I will go with him and be his slave if he wants. I will be anyone's slave if I am released!

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Cowboy wraps one of his legs around my bound legs. I feel the leather from his dusty chaps as he runs his spur up and down my skin. While not sharp, it does cause me to want to bend my knees, but when I do, I pull on my wrists and can't. At the same time, he brings his hand back to my hard dick. Dry and rough, he starts stroking it again, slowly. I moan deeply inside. The stranger runs the spur faster and faster, increasing the jacking off my dick. He lets loose of my face, bringing his other gloved hand to my mouth and nose. He grips my nose, stopping my breathing. He jacks at a faster pace. I can't breathe in the leathered smell of his glove; I struggle in the secure bondage that Ty left me in. The cowboy slams me against the post. My breathing deepens, I am building my essence in my balls, and I will finally get to shoot my load. I get lightheaded, unable to breathe, squirming in these ropes. The closer my erotic release comes, I arch my back, and he slams it back.

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Cowboy releases his grip on my dick, and I scream in my gag with my ruined orgasm. He holds my nose a few seconds longer and then also releases. I breathe deep, fast breaths, so near, but so far! I struggle to get out of this bondage. The cowboy turns and climbs back on his horse. They all turn and head down the road that Ty drove the truck down. I can't believe he did that!

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I watch as they ride out of sight, slowly, as the sun sets behind the hills. 

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The world around me turned orange, then brown, then gray. It is a long time before they are totally out of site. As my arms give out on me, the pain increases as they fall asleep.

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How could Ty leave me this way! And when is he returning?! As I think about it, I catch a few lingering smells of the cowboy that brought me so close to the end. His strong hands had me as if I was meant to be his. But I think back to Ty and how great he looked. Now, Ty is the one I would want to be doing this with. 

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The night's gray turned to deep blue as the nearly full moon lit the area from above. It was starting to get cold, and my dick would shrivel into my ass if this continued. My hands were asleep at this point, and my limbs were sore. I was looking up at the ropes that held my hands in place when a blast of light streaked across me. Then another, as I looked down the road. Soon, I could make out the image of Ty's truck. It came up the road and stopped near the house. The dust traveled past the truck and gathered around me. I coughed in the gag as I watched Ty enter the house. 

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Now I was getting pissed! I am hurting here, and he doesn't give a rat's ass! After a while, he comes out of the house and to me. 

"How are you doing?" he said as he put a leather blindfold on me. Finally, he let my arms down as I released a huge moan into the gag.

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"I know; I bet they are glad to be down. But you needed the training!" he was serious in his tone. Of course, he doesn't know about my time with the cowboy. No doubt he never will. He let the ropes around my knees and ankles fall free and helped me walk across the dirt to the house. 

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Once inside, he had me kneel before the fireplace, and I could feel the warmth coming toward me. He removed the blindfold, then the gag. He hugged me deeply, and as I sank my face into his Wranglers, I reached up and hugged him back. 

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He was right; I wanted what happened today. He knew what I wanted and gave it to me. He then hands me a beer, points to the bathroom and tells me I'm free to relax. I head to the toilet and piss, then return and sit at his feet. He sits in a big old leather chair, looking great in a well-worn Wrangler, brown boots, and denim shirt. We talked about things in general, some of what I was experiencing while in his bondage. It was getting later in the evening, and we were getting very comfortable. Even though I was totally naked at his feet, I wasn't shy about it. I felt warm, relaxed, and glad to be sitting on the floor, naked with Ty and the roaring fire. I had been pissed out there on the post, but in the end, he knew when to let me go.

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