Rope'in and Ride'in By Fidelis
22 photos
Yeehaw! Ride ‘em cowboy! C’mon, city slicker, don’t be such a dud; lighten up, have some fun!"
"GRRRMMPHHH! GGGGGRRRR. GMELEMMGO!"
"Sorry, no can do, big boy. No letting you go, not yet. Maybe later. Maybe I’ll turn you into bird feed. Whaddya think about that? Those suckers will scarf down just about anything. Yeah, I like that idea. Big boy feeding the big birds. Ayup, that sounds AOK to me."
Tom flexed his wrists, feeling the coarse rope biting into them, the same rope that encircled his broad chest, holding his arms tight to his side. He glared up at the cowpoke who had ambushed him. Or was that birdpoke? He wasn’t quite sure of the terminology here. Tom had been hired to find out who was rustling ostriches from the Double Yolk ranch, and it looked as if he had found the guilty party – or the guilty party had found him. He wanted to rub the swelling bump on the back of his head, but with his hands tied behind him, that was impossible. He bitterly regretted taking this job. He would be quite happy if he never saw one of those vile beady-eyed creatures again. He tried to stagger to his feet, but his captor pushed him in the chest, and he went down on his ass, whacking his already aching head on the wall behind.
"MPPHHH. GGGAHFUCKMMDATMHURT!"
"Yeah, well get used to it city dick. You’re going to be hurting a lot more before the sun sets on this spread."
Tom cursed into the neckerchief that had been tied between his mouth as the rangy ostrich rustler wrapped what seemed to be miles of rope around Tom’s legs and ankles. Opph, but it was tight. He could feel the pressure of the rope through the leather of his brand new boots. Boots that were now smeared with ostrich shit. Damn, those birds were ugly, and their shit smelled as bad as they looked.
"Ha, who did you think you were fooling, city slicker? Coming around here dressed like that? Jeez, you sure aren’t as smart as those private dicks in the books. Look at you, the way you are dressed in those new boots and all. Hmm, I might just take those boots once you’ve been ground up into bird food. Now, don’t you take on like that. You won’t have to wait too long, big boy. Just you sit there until I’m ready for you. It doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere real soon. No one gets out of my ropes" the bird boy taunted.
Tom thrashed about as soon as his captor left the room. Damn, but these ropes were tight. He could feel his hands getting number by the minute. If he didn’t get loose pretty soon, he was going to lose all feeling in them. He rolled over on his side, and then onto his stomach. He had to get out of here. There was no way that he wanted to end up inside one of those big stupid birds. The gag in his mouth was starting to get disgustingly soggy and nasty. The bandanna wasn’t nicely laundered and ironed like the ones that Tom had recently purchased. It tasted as if it had spent a week in the back pocket of the birdpoke’s dirty jeans, or perhaps somewhere even less salubrious. Tom’s stomach started to rebel at the though. No, he couldn’t puke now. That would be a nasty way to perish, choking to XXXX on his own XXXX. He had to concentrate on something else rather than the foul taste in his mouth. The pain in his wrists helped him to focus. If he could just concentrate on relaxing his muscles, he was sure that he could….
"How’s it going, big boy? Still a nice tight bundle I see. Don’t you worry, dude, it won’t be much longer now before the big birds are munching on you. Hmm, I might have some fun with you first – it sure does get lonely out here with nothing but the poultry to keep me company. I need me some real R & R. Yup, sounds like a great idea to me. Don’t you be trying to kick – I just want to check out the merchandise. Oh yeah, there’s lots of you to have fun with, isn’t there? This is going to turn out even better than I thought. Heehaw, be back soon!"
Tom burned with indignation at the way he had been treated. That filthy yokel, feeling him up with his dirty hands, running them all over Tom’s body. Grr, he would teach that bastard a lesson, once he got free. OK, time to concentrate on the relaxation. Yes, that was better, he wouldn’t fight against the ropes, he would just let his muscles relax.
Tom gave a grunt of triumph as he managed to slip his hands free from the loops of coarse rope. It didn’t take him long to get his chest and arms free. As he started working on the rope around his legs, he relished the thought of the surprise that the birdboy was going to get. It looked as if it might be the city slicker who ended up having some fun tonight.
To Be Continued?
Tom played by John
Photography by Caitiff