How long he had stood there, helpless with his legs spread apart and each tied to a post and his hands tied above his head, he did not know, but, it seemed like a long time since he had been attacked and stripped by three masked cowboys. His attackers had been waiting for him when he came out of the saloon with his winnings from the card game, had hit him on the head, gagged him and dragged him into a barn or shed. They then striped him down to his Union Suit, tied him to the posts and had blindfolded and gagged him with what felt, smelt and tasted like sweaty, pissy, spunky woollen underpants with the dirtiest part stuffed into his mouth. A combination of the blow to his head and the erotic aroma of mens used underpants, was not only keeping him light headed but giving him a good hard-on, and, as he felt his cock start to thrust against the buttoned front of his Union Suit he thought he heard a soft chuckle and the rustling of straw. It suddenly occurred to him that he was being watched. The thought that he was not only tied up and helpless in his underwear, but being watched by probably other men, just made his cock all the harder. The silence, apart from the odd rustle of straw, went on and on but he had the feeling that the watchers were closing in on him, he could almost feel, or imagine, the heat of their bodies, the warm caress of their breath against the material of the crutch and Bum-Flap areas of his Union Suit, while he, hung helpless, and his cock took on a life of it's own.

The assault on his body started with spasmodic touches, kisses and caresses on various parts of his. sex starved body. Soon pets and pats became a silent assault on his full body, his Union Suit seemed to transmit, distribute and amplify every touch onto his skin and help to drive him wild with a desire for more. Unseen hands glided across his body, unseen fingers tweaked his nipples and explored his bum, unseen mouths caressed his cock. Despite his grubby gag he groaned with pleasure and even managed a grunt of satisfaction as his Bum-Flap was unbuttoned and someone s cock started to gently work it's way up his bum, and tenderly fill him with creamy cum just about the same time that he shot his load into someone's mouth. It was as if it had been a signal for a change in their activities; the tenderness was gone, he was roughly lowered and laid on his back, on what felt like a bale of straw, with his bum and head overhanging to permit easy access for rampant cocks thrusting their wild way up his bum, and with the gag removed, down his throat. A Legion of lusty cocks simultaneously bruised their way into his body through his bum and mouth, uncaring lips slobbered around his, cock and repeatedly sucked his balls empty of his cum, while countless teeth, (not always in their owners mouths), nibbled his nipples and balls mercilessly. To some men, all this would have been a nightmare, but to him it was like a dream come true and was still happily sucking cock when shagged unconscious.

He awoke to the sound of bird song and people sniggering, to the feel of the sun on his face and the discomfort of being tied betwixt two posts. As the dirty long-johns which had been used as a gag and blindfold had been removed, he was able to see that he was in the main street and the centre of attraction for most of the towns population. Knowing that they were watching him standing tied up and helpless in his spunk covered Union Suit was giving him a big hard-on! Across the street was the Sheriff's Office, and the Barman, from the saloon where he had played cards last night, was showing the Sheriff what he recognized to be 'gambling clothes', the ones with the hidden pockets to keep extra playing cards in. So they knew he was a card cheat, and would know he had cheated last night when he won all that money. Hell, he even won the matching shirts, pants and boots from three cowboys who had to leave the saloon wearing only their matching pink long Union Suit underwear. A movement near the sheriff caused him to look at three familiar looking cowboys, one of whom was talking to a mischievous looking kid and giving him money and a drinking cup. The youth wormed his way through the gawking crowd till he reached a water trough near the captive man and proceeded to use the cup to scoop up water, and pour it back into the trough with the sound like a man having a good long piss. Trying to ignore the boy, and the pissing noise, he looked back at the three cowboys, who, he now recognized were the three he had cheated out of their clothes. They were now giving money and a bunch of flowers to a little girl. The cowboys grinned at him while the girl skipped through the crowd towards him, stuffed the flowers into the Bum-Flap of his Union Suit, and then, loudly in a mock innocent voice, said "After you've wet yourself, and you've been tarred, feathered and run out of town, the Cowboys from the "Lazy Lob Ranch" will be waiting for you"!! Do you think that the Card Cheat looked forward to leaving town????

The author...

John Howie