The Last Damsel: A Male/Male BDSM Western Tale!
The Last Damsel
(This is one of my series of Western stories about those misunderstood outlaws, Bonnie and Bright.)
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“How many times have I told you to keep your nose out of other people’s business?”
It was a rhetorical question. One Kyle wouldn’t have bothered to answer even if he hadn’t been gagged.
“Time and again,” Bright let his back hit the wall then slid down to sitting on the dirt floor of the broken down cabin. “I say, it’s none of our business, Kyle. But you never listen. You see a sweet young thing in trouble and you just can’t walk away, can you?”
Kyle shifted on the bed, tugging at the ropes that held his wrists and ankles behind him – not expecting to break free, just giving Bright a nudge to get on with it already.
Bright wasn’t about to be rushed. “Remember when we were sitting on that porch, enjoying our cigars and that man was annoying that woman and I said, stay out of it, Kyle. What did you do? You got right up and went to her rescue. And look how that ended up. With me robbing a bank and you in a situation just like this one.” Bright ran an almost loving hand through Kyle’s sweat soaked curls. “You know, I’d feel a little jealous – you rushing to rescues all those fair damsels in distress – but I know it’s just how your mama raised you. Raised you to be a gentleman. To always stand up for a woman in trouble.” He brushed the hair away from Kyle’s blue eyes, nothing the lack of humor he found there. “But it never turns out good, does it?”
This time Kyle did respond but with the bandana tied so tightly around his mouth it was difficult to form a meaningful sentence.
“Poor thing,” Bright said with a distinct lack of sympathy in his voice. “Try to help someone and look what happens. You get manhandled, Kidnapped, tied up and gagged, manhandled.” He knotted his fingers in Kyle’s hair and gave a small tug. “You know, one of these days you’re gonna find yourself in real trouble. Like suppose your Kidnapper took a shine to you and decided you were worth more keeping than turning in?” Bright’ fingers stroked down the side of Kyle’s face, stopped at the gag giving him a moment of hope, then continuing on down his neck to the opening of his shirt. “How would you like that, huh? Some filthy, brawny, cowpuncher-type putting his calloused hands all over that fine body of yours?”
Kyle shifted again. So many hours of inactivity and Bright wanted to play games. Again he tried to talk, figuring that the growl in his throat was clear enough to get his point across.
“And just suppose he wanted to take all you had to give, huh?” Bright leaned closer until their faces were barely a hair’s width apart. “Serve you right if some big, ugly brute decided to have his way with you.” He kissed Kyle’s gagged mouth, one hand in his hair to keep him from pulling back. Not that he was likely to. The signs were already starting to show. The quick rise of his chest, the soft moan, the way his eyes slipped shut for just that second. “It scares me, Kyle. I worry about you. That’s why I’m always telling you to mind your own business. I know it’s hard.” Bright’ hand roamed down Kyle’s shoulder then followed his arm to where his wrists were bound behind his back. He felt the slight slick of blood and nearly gave in – nearly, but didn’t.
“Bet you wasted a lot of good energy trying to get loose. Struggling to break these bonds.” His hand roamed down, to Kyle’s hip and then his thigh. The muscle was tight to the point of being hard.
“Ah, Kyle. Did you think that I wouldn’t come save you?” Bright’ hand drifted down the front of Kyle’s jeans. That muscle was hard, too. “This is for me, I hope?”
Kyle groaned, lifted his head as much as he could lying on his side as he was, then let it fall back to the pillow in defeat.
“I hope that in the future, you’ll be more mindful of the things you do.” Bright pushed up to his feet, looked down at what was now his captive, then sighed. “Just like a Christmas package, all tied up nice and neat. Only thing missing is a bow.”
Gag or no gag, there was no mistaking the word that came out of Kyle’s mouth.
“Hey now, no call for that kind of language. I was simply making a point. A point that needs making!” Bright produced a knife from his pocket then used it to cut the rope around Kyle’s ankles.
Expectedly, Kyle rolled to his stomach to give Bright access to the rope around his wrists. He was only half surprised to see Bright return the knife to his pocket.
“No, sir. I don’t think you’re properly respectful of what I’m trying to say here.” He pushed Kyle on to his back, trapping his bound hands between his body and the mattress. “I don’t believe I have your full attention.” Bright climbed on to the bed like mounting a horse, settling himself down on Kyle’s hips. “That was the last damsel.” He leaned forward, hands on either side of Kyle’s head, nose to nose, eyes locked on eyes. “Do you understand me?”
Kyle nodded.
Cool lips touched his sweaty brow, then the moved to his eyelids, cheeks and to his mouth again. Kyle’s lips were parched, sucked dry by the cloth that lay snug between them for so many hours.
“The last time, Kyle. You see some man accosting a woman on the street, you turn and walk the other way.” Bright tucked his head against Kyle’s shoulder, lips and tongue marking the path down his neck to the hollow of his throat. “Am I making myself clear?”
Again Kyle nodded, squirmed, lifted his hips so his groin bumped against Bright’.
“And now you want to be rewarded? You make me spend half the night searching for you. Fighting the cold wind, out of my head with worry, then I have to come up with a clever plan to capture those two who captured you – all of that and you want relief?”
Kyle nodded, more forcefully this time, muffled words that sounded something like begging.
Bright moved upward so he was sitting on Kyle’s shoulders. “I think you owe me.” He unbuttoned the fly on his pants, reached in and pulled out his stiffened member. “See I think you’re gonna forget too soon. A week from now you’ll see another damsel in distress and this whole conversation will be forgotten.” He hooked his finger in the side of the gag then pried it loose from Kyle’s mouth.
Free of that torture, Kyle licked his lips, swallowed hard and mumbled a sincere thank you. That was all he managed before Bright slipped between his lips. “Wet it good, cause you’ve still got a lesson to learn.”
Kyle’s chest heaved, hips bucked. His mouth was still dry but he managed to get his tongue round Bright’ thick shaft. The position was excruciating, bound hands digging into his back, Bright’ weight pinning him tight, and being on the bottom, he had no control at all over how fast or how far. He panicked a bit when the head bounced off the back of his throat. Tried to turn away but there was no place to go. Bright must have felt it, seen it, because he pulled out a little – not all the way. Gave Kyle a moment to settle down then pushed in deep again.
“You want to play white knight? You want to open yourself up to any bounty hunter smart enough to bring along a skirt? I’m telling you once and for all – no more!” Bright pulled himself free and climbed off of Kyle in one smooth motion.
“Oh, god, Bright, I’m stupid. I fall for it every time but I won’t. I won’t ever again if you just touch me, please. Now. Oh, I ache.”
“Is that right?” Bright crawled down to the foot of the small bed, made quick work of the buttons on Kyle’s fly then yanked his jeans and long johns down to his thighs. Now he could see the ache. See how hard and red and swollen his partner was. “You surely do rile up fast. Or maybe you’ve been thinking about this for a while? Huh?” He blew a warm breath across the weeping tip. “Nothing else to do while you were being held prisoner? Let your mind wander? Thinking about how much you missed me. How good I make you feel. . . “ Just the barest touch and Kyle jolted as if he’d been hit by lightening. “Thinking about what I’d do to you when we were together again? Bet you didn’t think of this.” Bright picked up the rope he’d removed from Kyle’s ankles, encircled it around the root of Kyle’s cock then tied it tight.
“What are you doing? Bright? Come on. Let me go or fuck me already!”
“And to think you used to kiss your mother with that mouth.”
“Please don’t talk about my mother when we’re doing this. . . I. .. .” The rest of the words were lost in a frustrated groan as Bright coiled the rope around Kyle’s stiffened rod.
“Now, I believe I have your full attention.”
“You do. You do.”
Bright smiled and it was a bit on the scary side. “Get you all hot and bothered and keep you there.” He caught Kyle’s arm (wrists still well secured behind his back) then pulled him over on to his stomach. Lying on his hands had been uncomfortable but it was a cakewalk compared to this – laying flat on his bound, hard cock.
“I said I was sorry, Bright. I said I’d never do it again. What more do you want?”
“Oh, I want a lot more than that.” He ran his hands over Kyle’s tight bottom, a caress at first then something with a bit more vigor. “Let’s start with the one thing you didn’t say.”
“I don’t know, Bright. I can’t think.”
“Try harder.” He positioned himself between Kyle’s legs, caught his hips then pulled back to make contact with his own groin. “Speaking of hard.” He leaned forward so he could run his hands along the side of Kyle’s ribs. Got a good look at his bound hands, noted the raw skin and the slight trickle of blood. Bright leaned further and set a kiss in one palm. “I want to take ropes off you. I want to soothe those wounds, make you feel better but I know you, Kyle. You say you’ll never do it again, but I’ve heard that song before.”
“I won’t, Bright. I swear. I’ve learned my lesson good this time. I really have.”
Bright pushed forward so his cock settled between Kyle’s ass cheeks. “Say it.”
Kyle bucked back and growled. “I don’t know what else to say! I don’t know what you want! Come on, Bright. Please, finish this.”
More kisses, more caresses. Kyle squirmed beneath him but now that his hips were lifted in the air, he couldn’t even use the friction of the bed to get himself off. Nope. He wasn’t going anywhere until Bright decided it was time.
“You said you were sorry. You said you never do it again. I warned you and warned you. . . “
“And you were right!” Kyle shouted. “God damn it, Bright. You were 100% right. I should keep my nose out of other people’s business. You know better. You always know better. You are always right!”
“That’s the song I wanted to hear.” Bright leaned back just enough to catch hold of his own cock, then aimed it directly at his chosen target. With nothing but the first drops of sticky pre-cum as lubrication he pushed in – mindful that he was teaching a tough lesson after all.
Kyle complained at first, but the growl of pain turned quickly into a throaty groan and the groan into a lusty moan. With one hand, Bright grabbed the rope binding his partner’s wrists, which gave him a hold like a rodeo cowboy, so appropriate to the bucking bronco he was attempting to ride.
“Bright, Bright,” Kyle gasped. “You were right. You’re always right. Oh, please. Harder. I deserve it for what I done.”
Bright pumped his hips, barely drawing himself out before pushing back in. “I’d say that was true, except I do believe you’re enjoying this and it’s supposed to be punishment.”
“Oh, it is, Bright. It’s pure torture. I’m learning my lesson. I swear I am. Just keep on punishing me, just like that.”
Bright started to laugh but it turned into a groan as he felt the tingle in his balls, the shiver in his leg muscles – just a matter of time. A few more strokes. Kyle too was so close. Bright recognized the sounds, the motions, but this time it was different. There would be no release for his sweet, blond partner as long as that rope was wrapped around his cock.
Hmmm, maybe this was a good punishment after all. And that was what Bright was thinking when he shot his load.
He led Kyle collapse beneath him, then slowly pulled himself free. They were both breathing like exhausted horses after a long chase and Kyle was near sobbing.
“Take it easy, Kyle. I think you’ve learned your lesson well enough.” With shaking hands, Bright took his jackknife from his pocket then cut the ropes around Kyle’s wrists.
Free at last, Kyle rolled on to his back, his bruised and trembling hands going straight for his bound cock. He managed to unravel most of the coil himself but couldn’t manage the knot the held the last coil around the swollen base.
“There was some slack when I put it on you, but now. . . ” Bright examined the situation closely, unable to resist a quick lick while he was there. “Going to have to cut it, so you better hold still.”
Kyle threw his head back and groaned. “I can’t stand this another second, Bright. Help me, here!”
Hands still shaking, Bright slipped the blade of the knife between tender, swollen flesh and the unforgiving rope. He had a pang of thinking he’d gone to far, but then he remembered the deep ache in the pit of his stomach when he realized that Kyle had been taken by those bounty hunters. “This isn’t half the pain you caused me, Kyle.” It took a bit of sawing, and then the rope snapped. Bright barely got the knife out of the way before Kyle made a grab for himself.
“Gotta finish. I swear. . . “
Bright sighed. Seeing his partner all battered and bruised, knowing that he, too had suffered the night alone in the hands of the enemy. . . well. . . it broke his resolve to stay angry for at least two days. “Let me.” He pushed Kyle’s hand away, then gently, reverently, took hold of his abused cock and softly swiped the flesh with his tongue. It was warm and sweaty and it stirred him deep inside like nothing else. “You scared me.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud but he did and there it was.
“I’m sorry, Bright. I’m stupid.” Kyle’s hand found Bright’ hair, stroked it, barely resisted grabbing hold.
“No, you’re a gentleman.” Bright swallowed him whole, used the warm cavern of his mouth to suck and caress, tongue actively painting every inch it could reach.
Kyle’s breath caught, then his chest began a rapid rise and fall. He was already so close to the edge. “Bright, that’s so good.” He tried to hold on. Tried not to move but it was a losing battle. Within minutes he was squirming over the tired, old mattress and then he was there. Meant to pull out, but Bright held him fast, keeping him in that warm, loving place until he given all there was inside of him. And then the room was spinning and he lost the time. There was something cool on his wrists. Water. A wet cloth gently dabbing at the broken and bloody skin.
“I should have cut you loose the moment I found you,” Bright said, his voice softer than was normal for him. “I’m sorry.”
Kyle shook his head. Said it was okay, but the words stayed inside his head.
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“I told you to leave me alone!”
The woman’s voice carried easily on the night air smacking Kyle like a bucket of water in the face.
“Don’t even think about it,” said Bright. He rocked back in his chair and put his feet up on the railing blocking Kyle’s way. It was purely symbolic. Kyle could knock him aside easily if he really wanted to. And he wanted to. Bright could feel it. His partner’s need to rescue yet another damsel in distress. “Kyle. I can’t believe after what happened two weeks ago that you would even consider going to that woman’s aid.”
“Bright, she’s in trouble.”
“And you’re going to be in trouble. Have you already forgotten? Did I not teach you a lesson?”
Kyle got to his feet, eyes cast toward Bright’ feet on the railing. “Yes, you taught me a lesson. I remember it very well and that is exactly why I have to go help that woman.” He pushed Bright feet off the railing.
As soon as boots hit the porch, Bright stood and moved to block his partner’s way. “Wait a minute. I taught you a lesson and now you HAVE to go help that woman. What’s that supposed to mean?”
A huge smile took over Kyle’s boyish face. “Bright, don’t you understand. You taught me a lesson alright, but it was the wrong one?”
“Huh?”
“You taught me that what I get for going against you is a whole lot more fun than what I get for behaving myself. So I’m gonna go rescue that damsel in distress and then I guess I’ll have to be a man and take my punishment.” Kyle stepped around his partner then crossed the porch in full gunfighter mode.
“You’re incorrigible!”
“Sir. I think the lady wants you to leave.” Punch. Thwack!
Bright dropped into the porch chair with a sigh. And here he’d been feeling guilty for being too rough on the boy.
Punch. Duck. Look out for the flowerpot!
No, he’d been too easy on him! That was for sure. But not this time. This time he was going to teach Kyle Kyle a real lesson. Teach him who was in charge. Yeah. This time he was going to leave him begging for relief – that would do it. . . .
Pow.
Bright began to scheme as he watched the show. . .
The End.
Photos from: Bound Gods