The Hardware Store M/M
Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2026 5:59 pm
This story is part of an ongoing collaboration with WICowboy. The story came about from a dream one of us had and, maybe a little bit, we wished could come true. Be sure to check out his stories!
The whole thing started with my friend (who we’ll call M) and me driving in his truck. I was wearing my favorite pair of tan medium toe cowboy boots along with a light wash pair of jeans and a green plaid shirt. M was in his favorite brown elephant boots with darker jeans and a blue button down. We headed to a hardware store because I was helping him with a project at his house. We walked in but hadn’t grabbed a cart yet because we just wanted to wander through at see what they had before picking anything up. Since both of us enjoyed old fashioned cowboy rope bondage we inevitably wandered into the aisle that had spools and spools of different kinds of rope. Just standing in the aisle got us a little excited and thinking about doing some rope play rather than working on the reno project. We decided to grab some rope, the trouble was deciding between cotton, jute and nylon. We didn’t always agree on which was best. Whichever we chose, they all required an employee to take off the spool and cut. We had seen a rather handsome man in jeans and boots near the front when we came in and hoped he’d be helping us out. We pushed a button which lit up a light on top of a pole. Happily, the cute cowboy came walking down the aisle with a smile on his face. He asked what we needed. M said some jute rope. I said some nylon rope. Seeing that we were not agreeing, the cutie asked what the rope was for. M sort of chuckled and told him it was for him to use to tie me up. He smiled and looked back and forth between us. I think he was trying to figure out if M was serious. He said that most ropes work for securing things, so it depends on which one we liked the feel of. At this point he turns to me and winks. I repeated, nylon. He grinned and asked how much we’d need. At this point we paused and looked confused. He asked M if he’d ever tied me/anyone up before. M smirked and said, absolutely! He replied, maybe you could show me. He said he’d only cut off one length of rope at a time for M to use to tie me until he felt I was secure, then he’d charge us for what we used. We were both game, so right there in the aisle in the middle of the hardware store the clerk handed M a strip of rope and he tied my hands behind my back. M explained to him how to loop the ends of the rope through and between the wrists so that the person can't wriggle their hands out. Sort of like making rope cuffs. The clerk, whose name was Toby, handed M another piece of rope. With this piece M started on the chest harness. Toby started asking questions like: how long have you been tying guys, what started you into it, have you ever been tied, how many times had I been tied? He seemed really interested and the three of us kept chatting until my upper body was secured. When M finished, Toby jokingly (seriously I suspect) asked how to keep a cowboy from running away. You smiled and told him that you could rope a guy up so there's NO chance of escape and having experienced your roping skills before, I seconded it! He challenged you to demonstrate your abilities. I was a little unsure of doing this on a dirty hardware store floor, but Toby assured me it’d been cleaned the night before and nobody had been in the rope aisle except us. In fact, we were his first customers all day. You had me sit on the floor of the aisle and wrapped ropes around my ankles, and twisted it around the arches of my booted feet. Then you went below and above my knees. Finally you had me roll over and lay on my belly and pulled my ankles up and attached them to the chest harness thus creating a secure hogtie. Tada, you said. Toby thought it would be pretty easy to wriggle and get myself free, so he told me to try. I wriggled and twisted and pulled and yelled and grunted, all to no avail. M and Toby were laughing the whole time. Toby commented that I was kinda noisy and might disturb the other customers (of which there were none) so he grabbed some rags from the paint section and some duct tape. He stuffed my mouth with the rags and then wrapped duct tape around my head. The two of them stood there over me proudly sporting smiles and nice bulges in the front of their jeans. hlight=yellow][/highlight][/font][/font]
TBC...
The whole thing started with my friend (who we’ll call M) and me driving in his truck. I was wearing my favorite pair of tan medium toe cowboy boots along with a light wash pair of jeans and a green plaid shirt. M was in his favorite brown elephant boots with darker jeans and a blue button down. We headed to a hardware store because I was helping him with a project at his house. We walked in but hadn’t grabbed a cart yet because we just wanted to wander through at see what they had before picking anything up. Since both of us enjoyed old fashioned cowboy rope bondage we inevitably wandered into the aisle that had spools and spools of different kinds of rope. Just standing in the aisle got us a little excited and thinking about doing some rope play rather than working on the reno project. We decided to grab some rope, the trouble was deciding between cotton, jute and nylon. We didn’t always agree on which was best. Whichever we chose, they all required an employee to take off the spool and cut. We had seen a rather handsome man in jeans and boots near the front when we came in and hoped he’d be helping us out. We pushed a button which lit up a light on top of a pole. Happily, the cute cowboy came walking down the aisle with a smile on his face. He asked what we needed. M said some jute rope. I said some nylon rope. Seeing that we were not agreeing, the cutie asked what the rope was for. M sort of chuckled and told him it was for him to use to tie me up. He smiled and looked back and forth between us. I think he was trying to figure out if M was serious. He said that most ropes work for securing things, so it depends on which one we liked the feel of. At this point he turns to me and winks. I repeated, nylon. He grinned and asked how much we’d need. At this point we paused and looked confused. He asked M if he’d ever tied me/anyone up before. M smirked and said, absolutely! He replied, maybe you could show me. He said he’d only cut off one length of rope at a time for M to use to tie me until he felt I was secure, then he’d charge us for what we used. We were both game, so right there in the aisle in the middle of the hardware store the clerk handed M a strip of rope and he tied my hands behind my back. M explained to him how to loop the ends of the rope through and between the wrists so that the person can't wriggle their hands out. Sort of like making rope cuffs. The clerk, whose name was Toby, handed M another piece of rope. With this piece M started on the chest harness. Toby started asking questions like: how long have you been tying guys, what started you into it, have you ever been tied, how many times had I been tied? He seemed really interested and the three of us kept chatting until my upper body was secured. When M finished, Toby jokingly (seriously I suspect) asked how to keep a cowboy from running away. You smiled and told him that you could rope a guy up so there's NO chance of escape and having experienced your roping skills before, I seconded it! He challenged you to demonstrate your abilities. I was a little unsure of doing this on a dirty hardware store floor, but Toby assured me it’d been cleaned the night before and nobody had been in the rope aisle except us. In fact, we were his first customers all day. You had me sit on the floor of the aisle and wrapped ropes around my ankles, and twisted it around the arches of my booted feet. Then you went below and above my knees. Finally you had me roll over and lay on my belly and pulled my ankles up and attached them to the chest harness thus creating a secure hogtie. Tada, you said. Toby thought it would be pretty easy to wriggle and get myself free, so he told me to try. I wriggled and twisted and pulled and yelled and grunted, all to no avail. M and Toby were laughing the whole time. Toby commented that I was kinda noisy and might disturb the other customers (of which there were none) so he grabbed some rags from the paint section and some duct tape. He stuffed my mouth with the rags and then wrapped duct tape around my head. The two of them stood there over me proudly sporting smiles and nice bulges in the front of their jeans. hlight=yellow][/highlight][/font][/font]
TBC...
