Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 10:47:35 +0000
From: Stuart James <guy_in_boots@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cowboy Dreams

I wrote a couple of stories earlier in the year where one of the main
characters was a cowboy. The image turns me on, so I don't apologise for
that. This was going to be a story in a similar, fairly light, vein. But
for some reason it did not come out as I had originally planned. Instead it
became rather a dark tale.

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I would welcome any comments.


Cowboy Dreams


I will try and tell you my story as well as I can. But some of the details
are rather hazy and I might get some of the events in the wrong order. I
was drugged for some of the time and tortured at others. No this is no
good. Let's start with the parts I am sure about.

I flew into George Bush airport in Houston, Texas. As I was on an
international flight from Europe I prepared for the long wait to be allowed
to enter the mighty USA. Eventually I was summoned to one of the desks. The
man looked at my British passport and then at me and then back to my
passport. He picked up a telephone. I am not sure what he said but soon
another man came and stood alongside me. He took the passport from the
immigration officer.

 "Please come with me," he said and led the way past the desk, through a
door, along a corridor and towards a mirrored glass door at the end. I had
no reason to feel apprehensive. He seemed friendly enough. He was not in
any uniform - unless the full cowboy outfit, you know jeans, boots, denim
shirt and white Stetson - counts as uniform in Texas. I guessed he was
about my age - mid twenties - and a little bit taller than me, and probably
in better shape than me, although I am not in bad shape. Once we passed
through the door, I quickly found out that he was in good shape. He pushed
me against the wall with his forearm against my windpipe. I felt a sting in
my neck and everything went hazy before I blacked out.

I do not know how long I was unconscious for. But when the world slowly
came back into focus I was in a different room. I remember that it had no
windows and wonder if it was a cellar. I was in a sort of alcove off the
main part of the room that was about 15 feet square. I was naked and
sitting on a white tiled floor leaning against a white tiled wall. It
seemed very bright, as if someone were shining a light into my eyes. I went
to lift my hands to rub my eyes and they felt peculiarly heavy. I looked
and could see that I had heavy iron manacles around both wrists that were
attached to heavy chains that were in turn attached to the wall.

"So you have returned to the land of the living," a voice behind the light
said.

"Who are you? What do you want? Let me go," I said in a horsey shout.

The man came closer to me and crouched down so that his face was near to
mine. I could see that it was the cowboy from before, although he had
removed his hat.

"We want information from you. I intend to make sure you give me that
information. You can call me Dallas."

"I don't know anything. I have done nothing. Let me go, " I replied.

"Oh come on Steve," he said, showing that he knew the middle name that my
friends call me, rather than the first name on my passport. "Everyone knows
something and everyone has done something. I will tell you in a moment what
questions you must answer. I say 'must' as I will do whatever is necessary
to get the answers." He stood up and pushed the pointed toe of his cowboy
boot into my crotch and used it to play with my cock and balls. "But first
let's talk about how I will make you answer. George Orwell got it about
right. You find what truly frightens a man and use that to break him. With
men it is easy. All men value their cock and balls. Indeed they often call
them their 'crown jewels'. Apply enough pressure...." and with this he
pushed my balls to the floor with the toe of his boot and squeezed them
with enough force to make me wince but not enough to cause real pain.
"Apply enough pressure and you can not only cause great pain, but the
victim has the additional worry of whether his pride and joy will ever work
again. Whether he will become less than a man. Things like water boarding
are far less effective. Would you like some water?" I nodded and he held
the plastic tube of a plastic bottle near to my mouth. I sucked up several
mouthfuls of rather bitter tasting liquid before he pulled it away.

"Now the questions you will answer, if you wish to leave here a fully
functioning man, are twofold. Firstly how did you take the money out of the
bank accounts of so many people and where is the money you stole?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. I have never robbed a bank."

"I didn't say robbed, I said taken. What you did was very clever. You only
took 10 or 20 cents - and never more than 50 cents - from millions of bank
accounts. All the deposits and withdrawals on peoples bank statements were
correct. But the calculation of the balance for some items was wrong. And
the cents you stole were put into an account that you controlled. We have
not yet found out exactly how much money you stole as it is an almost
impossible task to check every line of every statement of every bank
account. I will tell you that we also do not know where you finally moved
all the money to. We only discovered the theft a short time ago. You may
have been doing it for months or even years. But it must be many millions
of dollars. But worse from our point of view, we are not sure how you did
it. We can find no trace of any malevolent software on any of the banks
systems that you attacked. So you can do it again and again. You could
destroy the entire worlds banking structure with this drip drip from the
system. I am therefore tasked to get the answers. And I am tasked to use
any methods I think necessary to get them."

His dark brown eyes bored into my head as he stared at me. "I don't know
what you are talking about. This is crazy," I replied. At that moment I
became aware that I was getting an erection. My cock came to attention and
was so solid, it actually ached. "What the hell......"

"The drug is working," Dallas replied. "I put it in the water. It is a
variant on Viagra. It is far stronger as I guess you can feel. But it not
only gives you a hard on, it affects all your body and makes your erogenous
zones, in particular, very sensitive. Let me demonstrate." He bent over and
took hold of my erect nipples in his finger tips. He delicately played with
them and the feeling was one of intense pleasure. I closed my eyes and
moaned as he played with me. Then he squeezed my nipples viscously and the
pain made my eyes water and took all the air out of my lungs.

"You see? Pain and pleasure. That is another part of my theory on how I
will make you talk. I will take you to heights of pleasure. Which will make
the descent into the troughs of pain all the more intolerable. Do you want
to answer my questions?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. Believe me. I don't." He took
hold of me by my waist and helped me stand up. The touch of his hands on my
body felt like he was rubbing me with the finest mink. Delicate ripples of
pleasure went through me. When I was standing, with my huge erection
pointing at him, he let me go and I rested against the tiled wall. In the
next moment he grabbed my left nipple and pulled it away from my body. Then
he stuck a large needle sideways through my flesh. I am not sure if I
screamed. But I fell back to the floor in a dead feint.

I do not know how long I was out for this second time. I came to with
Dallas again gently playing with my left nipple, although it felt rather
different. I looked down at his hand on me. I had a large steel ring
through my nipple and he was caressing it. His face had a wide grin showing
his straight white teeth. The pleasure of what he was doing to me was
indescribable. I just wanted more and more. And then he tugged on the ring
and I screamed in pain. He left me laying on the ground until the noise I
was making stopped.

"Are you ready for the right nipple or are you ready to tell me what I want
to know?"

"I don't know anything about stealing the money. You must believe me." I
think I started to sob. He bent down and tried to lift me up again. I tried
to resist but he kept saying quiet things, nice things, in my ear. I am not
sure what he said but with the gentle caresses it felt so good. I just
wanted to please him, even though in the back of my mind I knew what was to
come. After he stood me up, he took hold of right nipple and played with it
gently. I kept saying 'no' and 'please' even as he pleasured my body. This
time he did not spear me by surprise. He showed me the thick needle as he
continued to play with my right nipple with his left hand. The piercing
when it came seemed like slow motion. I could see the needle go slowly
towards my flesh and I thought I could hear the point pierce my skin. Then
the pain flooded though me again. This time rather than fall, Dallas had
taken hold of me and he lowered me to the ground. I don't remember passing
out. But I don't remember the steel ring being inserted in me, so I think I
must have.

"Surely you can see how much pain I can now put you through just with these
simple rings. And I can add more rings to your cock and balls. Do yourself
a favour. Tell me what I want to know now. You will eventually tell me."

I went back to sobbing. But in the back of my mind I knew he was wrong, at
least in part, about torture. I realised that part of my distress at that
moment was the fact that he was no longer giving me that intense
pleasure. The pain, I felt I could take, as long as I had the pleasure as
well. I knew I must not let Dallas know this. I had to keep it secret or he
would, I feared, remove the pleasure part altogether and just leave me with
the terrible pain.

He left me alone for some time and I think I might have slept for part of
it. I came back to reality when he once again put the toe of his boot under
my balls and gently moved them. The pleasure this caused was immense as was
the pain when he kicked my balls. He then took both my nipples in his hand
and stroked them and slowly twisted the rings. I moaned at the renewed
surge of pleasure that gushed through me body. Then he twisted the rings
though 180 degrees and I bucked like a bronco and once again passed out.

When I came to I could feel Dallas fondling my cock. It was like coming out
of sleep after a wonderful dream. It was the same warm feeling. I opened my
eyes to see Dallas staring into my eyes with a grin across his face. It was
some moments before I looked down at my cock and saw that the pleasure he
was giving me came from the gentle tug he was giving to the thick ring he
had inserted laterally through my cock head. I could see dried blood where
the metal went through my flesh but it still felt glorious. He moved the
toe of his boot to that sweet spot behind my balls and massaged that and my
cock in a slow gentle rhythm. I knew that if he kept it up I would
come. But he judged it well and stopped when I got near. Many times I
begged him to let me climax. Each time he said nothing. He just stopped for
a while before restarting my ascent. Then he said "Are you sure you want to
come?" I nodded vigorously. He increased the pace slightly and I could feel
the juices rise. The climax when it came was not the release I was
expecting. My body felt as if it had been dropped in boiling oil. I
screamed and screamed.

When I came to again Dallas was holding a cold damp cloth against my
forehead. I think I might have thanked him. But I am not sure. He held up
the water bottle to my lips. I turned my head away. "This is just water. If
I want to give you the stimulant again I can inject it into you if you
refuse to drink it. So drink." I took several short sucks of the cooling
water. Dallas put the bottle down and sat back looking at me.

"You may have noticed that you no longer have an erection. I am not sure
why, but the fact that you ejaculated flushes the chemical from your
body. I am not going to give you any more tonight. I will rest you and in
the morning you will be that much more receptive. But I urge you while you
rest to think of one thing. How many times will you have to come in that
terrible pain before you realise that never again will you be able to get
pleasure from a climax? You will tell me what I want to know tomorrow.

He then unfastened the chains from the wall and led me to a large bed. He
helped me lay down - I was feeling too weak to do much myself - and he
attached the chains to rings in the wall, so that my arms were above my
head. He then manacled my feet to the wall at the foot of the bed. I could
not move very much. I watched him take off his clothes. As he took off his
shirt, revealing a broad chest with juicy nipples and matted with dark
blond hair, I could feel my cock rising. Dallas noticed and smiled. He sat
on a chair facing the bed and lifted his left leg to remove his boot. The
sight of the pointed toe which he had used so expertly to cause me both
pleasure and pain made a thrill go through my whole body. Again he noticed
and again he smiled. Soon he was naked. I was surprised to see that he had
a thick steel ring going laterally through his cut cock head. He climbed in
beside me and put his head on my shoulder. "The drug was tested on me. That
is why I know exactly how to use it. He kissed my neck and gently played
with the ring through my cock. But soon he turned over and went to sleep.

I do not think I slept much, although I cannot be sure. I remember at one
point Dallas must have turned as his arm was across my chest and I could
feel his erect penis pressing into my side. Both made me feel quite
elated. We were in that position when his eyes opened. He lay there
completely still, just looking at me with those brown eyes. I was no
fool. So I knew what was happening. I was becoming attached to - maybe even
falling in love with - the man who had tortured me yesterday and would do
so again today. Or was I only in love with the man who had given my body so
much pleasure?

"I need to piss," he said. Should I go to the toilet or do you want it?" I
still do not really know why, but I just opened my mouth. He straddled my
prone body and put his long fat cock in my mouth and began to piss. He
controlled it so that I was able to swallow it all over the next couple of
minutes. It tasted strong and glorious. I got a warm glow from thinking of
my cowboys piss being in my stomach. What was happening to me? This time I
did thank him. He must have gone for a shower as he came back drying
himself. He dressed right in front of me. First a white jock strap and then
his tight blue jeans. He sat and pulled on his long thick white socks and
then his fancy brown boots whose long pointed toes I was completely
enchanted by. He put on a white tee-shirt and then a tight denim shirt. He
threaded the thick leather belt through the belt loops and did up the large
brass belt fastening.

By now my cock was solid again and I began to cry. "What are you doing to
me?" I sobbed.

Dallas came over to me and stroked my forehead." It can only get worse. I
am the source of pain and pleasure. I control you. At the moment you
probably love me. Then as I hurt you you will hate me. And then love me and
hate me over and over again. Until all you have left is passion for
me. Neither love nor hate. Then you will not be able to hold anything back
from me. You will be like a rabid dog. But I don't need a dog. And as by
then you will be dangerous to me, I will have to put you down to stop you
infecting others. " He picked up a water bottle. "Drink this. It has got
the stimulant in, but you know you will have to take it one way or the
other."

I took several sips until he took the bottle away.

He sat on the chair again and we both watched as my penis swelled even more
to a painful erection. Then he came and lay alongside me again and played
with the rings through my nipples. I was in heaven once more. He moved his
head to my neck and with his tongue licked me. My body shuddered in sheer
delight. He whispered "You know the tongue has more nerve endings per
square inch than any other part of your body." He then put his lips over
mine and massaged my tongue with his. It felt glorious until he bit my
tongue and I cried out.

He waited while the pain subsided. "Is there anything you would like me to
do?" he asked.

"Your boot. Your boot. I need your boot. What is wrong with me?"

"It is quite normal. You now associate my boot with great pleasure and
great pain. A strong pathway has been created in your brain. You cannot
help it. " He moved his leg and slowly rubbed his boot up my legs until the
tip was massaging my sweet spot again. "It is strange. But when I now use
my boot to hurt you, it will only reinforce the strong pathway I have
created." He kept massaging my crotch with his boot. I knew what was coming
but still needed the pleasure. It was some minutes, I think, before he used
his heel to give my balls a viscous kick. I passed out.

I was sobbing as I came to."I didn't mean any harm," I said. "It started as
a game." It took me a moment to realise that I had just admitted my
crime. I am sure I had not meant to. I was really enjoying both the
pleasure and, curiously, the pain that this man was inflicting on me. I did
not want either to end. But, I guess, above all that, I wanted to please
Dallas so that he would please me. He lay alongside me again and gently
played with my cock and balls with his hand.

"Tell me," he whispered.

"No. I can't."

"You know you must," he replied while making my body purr with pleasure.

"My bank bounced a cheque and then charged me £25 to write and tell
me. I was so angry that I determined to get the money back. That's all I
did the first time. I wrote a program to divert small sums of money into my
account. I found a way in through the system that allows you to send
messages to the bank. They are never well protected. The program works
until the bank replies to the message and then the rogue program is
extracted with the reply and returned to my computer. That is why you found
no trace. What are you going to do with me. I need you," I pleaded.

Dallas kept playing with my cock and balls. "Don't worry. Everything will
be alright. I will look after you. But just tell me everything."

"I only took the £25 back the first time. But then I ran short of money
and took some more. Not huge sums. But I did not want to use the same bank
twice as I felt it more likely that what I had done would be spotted. Soon
I ran out of British banks to milk. So I started on US banks. The first one
I tried took nearly a month to reply to my message. By that time I had
extracted over a million dollars. I did not mean to take so much and I
expected that I would be found out. But nothing happened. And I guess it
became like a drug. I just kept taking more and more to prove I could do
it. I am sorry."

"Don't be. You will give me the code so that we can neutralise the problem,
and prevent anything like it happening again. Your scheme was really very
inventive. You should feel proud of yourself." I positively glowed at his
praise. And all the time he kept massaging my body and causing ripples of
pleasure to run through me. "Where is the money? How much is there?" he
said.

"$35 million dollars approximately. In Switzerland," I replied.

He stopped massaging me and rolled onto his back. After a few moments he
turned his head and looked at me. "We only found out about less than $4
million. If you return say $8 million, we could keep the rest. No one need
never know."

"We?"

"I would like to be rich and the people you took those few cents from have
not missed the money and would not notice if it was given back."

"But you could take it all from me and be even richer?"

"That would be difficult. I would then have to kill you. My employers would
not approve of that. And, whatever you think of me, I am not a cold blooded
killer."

"That's not what we hear about the US government." I thought for a
moment. "You don't work for the Government do you?"

"No I work for a banking organisation. They want to keep your crime hidden
from everyone including the Government. If it became public, confidence in
their businesses would suffer, maybe catastrophically. That is why you
won't be prosecuted if you cooperate." He turned back and started stroking
me again. "And anyway I want to look after you. I told you the drug I have
used on you has laid down deep paths in your brain. They are paths that
cannot be removed. They are so strong, that the water I gave you this
morning was just that, water. But as I know how you feel, I was still able
to reawaken in you the same strong sexual reactions when I wanted to. You
have been permanently changed. And you want me as no one else ever
could. You also now know, as I do, how to find those deep hidden paths in a
man's brain that crave that mixture of pain and pleasure and how to use
them to maximum effect. And only such extremes will ever satisfy you
sexually again. I told you the drug was tested on me. They did not know
then that the effects would be permanent. I am as damaged as you are. What
I did here was not only to make you answer my questions but also to make
myself the type of lover I crave. We both need someone who knows how to
take us to the heights and down to the depths. Yes there will be pain as
well as pleasure. But you now need both, just as I do, if you are to have
any satisfaction. We are, I suppose, an ideally matched couple. We need
each other. And now, at least, we are a rich couple." With that he moved
his boot up and down my leg and I squirmed at the joy it gave me.