Eddie Takes One (M/M)
Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 10:12 pm
I was waiting when he came in the door. He was surprised, but he covered it well.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Eddie.”
“Hi Eddie. What the fuck are you doing in my house?”
“Waiting for you. Why’n’t you take off your shoes.”
He slowly complied. Most people know what a taser is when they see one. There was a large zip tie, already threaded and waiting on the table.
“Put your hands behind your back and put that around your wrists. Pull it down as much as you can and come stand in front of me.”
I watched the ideas go through his head. In a fair fight I’d kick his ass in about three seconds. I think he figured that out. Also, I had the taser.
He sighed, did what I suggested. I pulled the zip down snug. He’d been compliant so I didn’t make it hurt.
“Lie down on your stomach,” I said.
He carefully lowered himself to the floor while I got the rope.
“Why are you doing this?” he said as I knelt over him.
“Because I was told to,” I said. “Now, no more questions.”
I bound up his wrists, then his elbows leaving about six inches between. He grunted but didn’t say anything so I guess it wasn’t too tight. Then I removed the zip. Zips have their place but they can be a little harsh and they just don’t look right. I like rope.
His arms looked good, all trussed up like that. I squeezed and stroked a little before I stood.
“Plenty of time for that later,” I told him. “Gotta get you ready for transport.”
“Transport? Where are you taking me?”
I shook my head sadly as I rolled up a sock and forced it into his mouth.
“See, I told you no more questions. Now we gotta do it this way.”
A cloth strip tied behind his neck held the gag in place. I poked him in the ribs to try it out. He made a little noise, but nothing to worry about.
Time to tie up his legs. I like this part. He was wearing knee length shorts. Better than long pants, not so much fun as no pants. Whatever. I tied his ankles and above his knees, then folded his heels up against his butt and wrapped a rope round his shins and thighs.
“Packaged and ready,” I told him. “Wait here.”
I backed the car up, hauled him out to the trunk, and away we went. I have trouble with this part, driving carefully and slowly to avoid the constabulary while inside my head is screaming for me to hurry up and get him there.
We got to my safe house with no trouble. Well, safe for me. Not so safe for him. Not that I was gonna hurt him or anything, but once we got through the gate his chances for escape went down to about zero. I was responsible for keeping him out of the way and I had to stay with him. That meant he’d be my entertainment until I was told to let him loose. And while I wasn’t interested in hurting him, I had plans.
I don’t mind this part. Not at all. I honestly don’t care how old they are, or even how good they look. Once I get ‘em tied up they all look fabulous to me. This guy was older but he kept himself fit. Nice muscles on his arms and legs, a good chest, and a nice ass. With the gag and blindfold covering his face you couldn’t tell he was old. I unfolded his legs, got him into a chair and tied him up a little more.
Carrying a guy like him isn’t much work for me so the heavy breathing wasn’t from exertion. I think he knew it, too. He had a fabulous chest. I’m usually a leg man, but this guy must’ve done a hundred pushups a day. I pulled his shirt open a little more and fondled his delightful pecs. He flinched and mumbled something negative into his gag, but his nips were firming up in an erotic manner. I ignored his complaints.
Like I said, I’m mostly a leg man and I knew I shoulda taken off those shorts before I got him all trussed up, but somehow in the heat of the moment he ended up with way less leg showing than I usually enjoy.
I stood back to look him over and damn, he had some fine calves and knees. Couldn’t get too far up the thighs cuz of the denim shorts, but I decided to play with those lovely lower legs before changing anything. We had some time to kill.
Turns out he has totally sensitive legs. He was moaning and rocking within a few minutes and I accidentally let him get off before I knew what was happening. So now since he'd messed 'em up I had an excuse to remove those pesky shorts. Plus he owed me one.
Long story short, when Marty finally called and told me what to do with the guy, the score was two for him and three for me. So I won again.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Eddie.”
“Hi Eddie. What the fuck are you doing in my house?”
“Waiting for you. Why’n’t you take off your shoes.”
He slowly complied. Most people know what a taser is when they see one. There was a large zip tie, already threaded and waiting on the table.
“Put your hands behind your back and put that around your wrists. Pull it down as much as you can and come stand in front of me.”
I watched the ideas go through his head. In a fair fight I’d kick his ass in about three seconds. I think he figured that out. Also, I had the taser.
He sighed, did what I suggested. I pulled the zip down snug. He’d been compliant so I didn’t make it hurt.
“Lie down on your stomach,” I said.
He carefully lowered himself to the floor while I got the rope.
“Why are you doing this?” he said as I knelt over him.
“Because I was told to,” I said. “Now, no more questions.”
I bound up his wrists, then his elbows leaving about six inches between. He grunted but didn’t say anything so I guess it wasn’t too tight. Then I removed the zip. Zips have their place but they can be a little harsh and they just don’t look right. I like rope.
His arms looked good, all trussed up like that. I squeezed and stroked a little before I stood.
“Plenty of time for that later,” I told him. “Gotta get you ready for transport.”
“Transport? Where are you taking me?”
I shook my head sadly as I rolled up a sock and forced it into his mouth.
“See, I told you no more questions. Now we gotta do it this way.”
A cloth strip tied behind his neck held the gag in place. I poked him in the ribs to try it out. He made a little noise, but nothing to worry about.
Time to tie up his legs. I like this part. He was wearing knee length shorts. Better than long pants, not so much fun as no pants. Whatever. I tied his ankles and above his knees, then folded his heels up against his butt and wrapped a rope round his shins and thighs.
“Packaged and ready,” I told him. “Wait here.”
I backed the car up, hauled him out to the trunk, and away we went. I have trouble with this part, driving carefully and slowly to avoid the constabulary while inside my head is screaming for me to hurry up and get him there.
We got to my safe house with no trouble. Well, safe for me. Not so safe for him. Not that I was gonna hurt him or anything, but once we got through the gate his chances for escape went down to about zero. I was responsible for keeping him out of the way and I had to stay with him. That meant he’d be my entertainment until I was told to let him loose. And while I wasn’t interested in hurting him, I had plans.
I don’t mind this part. Not at all. I honestly don’t care how old they are, or even how good they look. Once I get ‘em tied up they all look fabulous to me. This guy was older but he kept himself fit. Nice muscles on his arms and legs, a good chest, and a nice ass. With the gag and blindfold covering his face you couldn’t tell he was old. I unfolded his legs, got him into a chair and tied him up a little more.
Carrying a guy like him isn’t much work for me so the heavy breathing wasn’t from exertion. I think he knew it, too. He had a fabulous chest. I’m usually a leg man, but this guy must’ve done a hundred pushups a day. I pulled his shirt open a little more and fondled his delightful pecs. He flinched and mumbled something negative into his gag, but his nips were firming up in an erotic manner. I ignored his complaints.
Like I said, I’m mostly a leg man and I knew I shoulda taken off those shorts before I got him all trussed up, but somehow in the heat of the moment he ended up with way less leg showing than I usually enjoy.
I stood back to look him over and damn, he had some fine calves and knees. Couldn’t get too far up the thighs cuz of the denim shorts, but I decided to play with those lovely lower legs before changing anything. We had some time to kill.
Turns out he has totally sensitive legs. He was moaning and rocking within a few minutes and I accidentally let him get off before I knew what was happening. So now since he'd messed 'em up I had an excuse to remove those pesky shorts. Plus he owed me one.
Long story short, when Marty finally called and told me what to do with the guy, the score was two for him and three for me. So I won again.
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