Caught! (m/self) - Part 2 added (09. 02. 2023)
Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2023 12:01 am
You know how you sometimes want to write something short, maybe five pages? And then you are at roughly that point, and you only got a third done, of what you had planned? Yeah, so instead of a one-shot, this will now be a two- or three-part story. I mean, I could have written and posted the whole thing, but it's easier digestible that way. Anyway, on to the story:
„Tell mum and dad that I'm playing soccer, ok?!“, Tim screamed, before throwing the door shut. David looked out the window, watching his younger brother, until he was finally out of sight.
A heavy sigh. It was about time.
The 17-year-olds body shivered, his nerves going crazy. He had four hours, before his parents came back. It was all the time he had.
Another sigh, more shivering, as he walked up the stairs. A last look into the mirror, agreeing that the black, long-sleeved t-shirt and the black pajama pants were the most sensible thing to wear, trying to give himself confidence. He nodded to himself. He was a proud punk (the purple-colored hair was proof of that), social norms be damned! No one would find him anyway, it was all fine. On to the main thing.
On his bed, David had already prepared all the equipment he needed. A pair of scissors, a sharp knife (according to the internet, scissors weren't necessarily the best tool for the job), a curtain rod, two sneaker socks, a roll of silver duct-tape and some pieces of rope (his father would not realize that he had borrowed them, for sure).
A look at the clock told him that 30 minutes were already gone. He had to hurry. Still, he knew that being calm would be essential from now on. Deep breaths. Feel the excitement.
Oh, yes, he could feel it. Sure, he was nervous, but he also felt thrilled, like he hadn't in ages. What he had planned felt dangerous. What if he did something wrong? What if he got stuck? He had read stories about people, who had tied off the blood flow of their hands, being crippled forever, afterwards.
But the urge was too strong. He had waited for years, never doing anything, never asking anyone, too scared for any action, but never letting go of the thought. It just couldn't wait any longer, and if not now, when then? It was so rare, that he had the house for himself for hours. This was the time, the risk be damned.
The start was easy. For the first few seconds, the dry texture of the first sock felt wrong in his mouth, but that feeling soon went away. No gag reflex, to Davids surprise. Still, it filled out more of the mouth, than he had anticipated. But this didn't stop him from following his own script, and soon, the second sock found its place alongside the first.
Once more, the breathing got heavier, as the boy picked up the roll of duct tape. He started to inhale deeper, again. He wasn't nervous, he was excited! Even more so, when he heard the harsh sound of the tape, being ripped off the roll. What an enticing sound! What an amazing feeling! David felt each breath, each heartbeat. Forgotten was the time limit, he couldn't have stopped now.
Carefully, he put the beginning of the tape over his mouth. This sensation wasn't entirely new, as ripping off small pieces seal his mouth, and letting them vanish outside the house later, was one of the rare types of experimentation he had tried himself on, up to now. But these were always just small strips, only covering his mouth. He never had done what he did now: circling the roll around his head, ripping of more and more of the sticky material, always accompanied by that sweet, slightly scary sound, feeling the pressure grow all around his head.
He had prepared well, not stopping there. Soon, the tape covered his chin, and even went over his nose. It had to be perfect, he didn't want to be able to speak, or even scream.
After cutting off the tape, sticking the end to the rest of the gag, David gave it a try. At first, he got even more excited than he was, as he couldn't produce any useful sounds. Only muffled noise came out. But soon, as he worked on opening his mouth, it became apparent that his chin was stronger than he ever imagined. Soon, he could open his mouth again.
At first, David was disappointed. Were all the stories he had read a lie? Sure, he had known for ages that a simple scarf over the mouth was worthless. But was it impossible to keep his mouth from opening?
Not ready to carry on yet, with his mouth still open, David simply put on more tape, more circulations, more pressure. Soon, there was a wall of tape, high enough to cover everything below his nose, even when his mouth was fully open. No way to get rid of the socks inside anymore.
The teen tried to say something, to scream, louder and louder. But, while the sounds were still easier to hear than he had hoped, they were effectively muffled. No one outside the house, maybe even outside the room, would hear him.
Another step done. By now, he was in a flow, focused on his work. The next step, at least, should be easy.
The feet came first. The sensation of wrapping his legs directly above wasn't as intense as the one from applying the gag, but that didn't stop him from carrying on. Using more knowledge, that he had collected over the years, he also used a second piece of rope to tie off the slack between his legs. And now, the excitement came back. Suddenly, his feet were actually stuck together.
With a steadier hand now, it wasn't much of an effort to repeat the same process directly above his knees. A bit later, he was unable to separate his legs.
David took a few minutes to get a feel for this new experience. He tried to scream for help, once more, and worked on getting his feet apart. With delight, he found both experiments to fail.
But this wasn't the end. The hardest part, the one he was most afraid of, was still missing. And, as he already had realized, without that final element, the whole exercise was pointless. Being tied and gagged was worthless, as long as he could easily free himself with he hands.
It was also the part he couldn't figure out for a long time. Experiments never yielded any useful results. Even if he could trap his hands inside some tape, it was not strict enough, being easy to get out of.
But some weeks ago, he had found a solution: His desk. It was heavy enough to withstand some pulling, and, the essential part: It had a hole. That hole was on the back, which was normally pressed against the wall, but with quite some work, David was able to move it away. Enough, so that he could fit behind it, with enough space to still maneuver a bit.
Moving was a bit of work by now, but nothing that couldn't be handled by the aid of two arms. David put scissors and tape onto the desk, and grabbed the curtain rod. It was put through the hole, with quite a bit sticking out on top. The roll of tape was also put over the hole, with the rod now going through it, too. It would keep the roll in place, when David would start to pull on it.
Once again, David became really nervous. This was it. If he did everything right, he would soon be tied up, maybe unable to get free on his own. His parents and his brother would find him, helplessly bound and gagged. They would know about his desires, which was the last thing he wanted.
But he also couldn't NOT use the opportunity. He had come so far, he had to bring it to a close. And he would be able to escape, as he had both a knife and a pair of scissors nearby. Nothing would go wrong!
And so, he pulled off more from the roll of tape. Once more that sound, that incredibly exciting sound. The boy turned his back to the roll, and started to wrap the beginning around the lowest part of his left arm.
One more deep breath. One more shiver. He made sure, that the tape was applied without slack, over the end of his sleeve. He crossed his hands, the right one further away from his back than the left one. And he started to move both hands, crossed and pressed together, around the curtain rod.
The first time, it didn't work. Without being able to see, David misjudged something, not even knowing what, and everything had too much slack.
But that was easily reversed, and the second time went better. He took breaks in the circulations of his hands around the curtain rod, used the stickiness of the tape on the roll to press it onto his arms, and continued on, slowly.
This was an incredible feeling. Unlike his feet, the feeling of more and more restricted hands, them being more and more severely stuck together, behind his back, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Terrifying, enthralling, exciting, all at once.
Despite not many rotations being necessary, it took quite a while before David was satisfied. But finally, his hands being inseparable, he carefully cut the tape of from the roll, and pressed the loose end against his back, making it stick to the rest.
A wave of excitement and worry overcame the boy. He had done it! He had tied himself up, in a way that he couldn't just get out of, at least not without a tool. It soon became clear that he was right – no matter how much he struggled, his hands were stuck in place.
Earlier, failed experiments tended to not work out partly, because he had put the tape on his skin. And while that hurt more, with hairs being ripped off all the time, he was always able to twist his hands around, maybe aided by some sweat, to finally get out of the tape.
But not this time. Due to the long sleeves, no sweat would make the tape loose. It even seemed to stick better to the shirt material in general. Soon it was clear to David, that he was stuck. What a thrilling experience!
But the teen wasn't quite done yet. He grabbed the loose end from the roll ones more, and stuck it to the back of his shirt. While bending his knees just enough, so the roll wouldn't get over the curtain rod, rotated around himself. He sometimes kneeled more, sometimes less, to distribute the tape, but in the end, his upper arms and the part of his body at this height, were completely covered in the silver material.
More than even the rotations around his hands, every new piece of tape gave him the feeling of being more and more restricted. His upper body and his arms felt every bit of added pressure,
After being satisfied, he grabbed the pair of scissors once more, brought the tape into the right position, and cut it off. The loose bit was pressed against his shirt onto his shirt by pushing his back against the wall, and he was finally done.
Before enjoying the feeling of being restricted, his thoughts went immediately to the knife, and the scissors. With them, he could easily free himself, whenever he wanted. He couldn't put them away, but he needed to make it a bit harder to get them. Getting free had to be at least a bit of work.
He played with the thought of letting them fall behind his bed, next to the wall. It would make it impossible to get them back, which would make him truly helplessly tied and gagged.
It was an exciting thought. Unable to get free on his own (because it was already clear, without something to cut the tape off, he was not getting out), having to wait for someone to discover him, having to deal with whatever fallout would come from that.
But with all the excitement, he was still able to realize how bad this idea was. No, he would make it hard, not impossible. In the end, he decided to simple put both knife and scissors onto the desk, and for himself to lie on the floor. It would mean that he needed to crawl to the door, the only part of his room, where he could push himself against a sort of wall, to get up, and then get to the desk. Soon, both cutting tools lay on the desk.
David had prepared for that, too. He had put two thick blankets on the floor. Slowly, he kneeled more and more, and finally let go, landing on his behind and rolling onto his back. With some work, the boy was able to rotate his body, and now lay on his stomach.
And finally, he could enjoy the fruits of his labour. The boy struggled, threw himself around, screamed for help, and gleefully realized, that he was getting nowhere. The tape held his hands in place, his feet were stuck together with nearly no slack, and no matter how hard he tried, the socks would not get over the wall of duct tape. He even delighted in the sensation of a collar pressing against his neck, unable to do anything about it. It drove him insane, and he loved it.
He knew, though, that he had a time limit. A look at the clock told him, that two hours had gone by, since he started. Still three more, before his parents arrived, so not bad. And it was a Saturday, which meant that Tim wouldn't be home before midnight. Since he had turned 15, he had always used his new privilege of staying out that long to the fullest.
David fought the tape and ropes some more, before laying down, enjoying the blissful experience. He tried to push the knowledge of the knife and scissors out of his mind, trying to think that there was no way out. He imagined his parents coming home, him being unable to get free, being found, being found even by his brother, laughed at, made fun of. He loved the scary thought, of being unable to do anything against this, that he was now trapped, having to wait for an incredibly uncomfortable situation.
He played around some more, acting like he was desperately trying to escape. The same thing, again and again, with no way out. Infinite bliss.
But the moment in heaven was destroyed, as he heard the door of the house being opened.
Part 1
„Tell mum and dad that I'm playing soccer, ok?!“, Tim screamed, before throwing the door shut. David looked out the window, watching his younger brother, until he was finally out of sight.
A heavy sigh. It was about time.
The 17-year-olds body shivered, his nerves going crazy. He had four hours, before his parents came back. It was all the time he had.
Another sigh, more shivering, as he walked up the stairs. A last look into the mirror, agreeing that the black, long-sleeved t-shirt and the black pajama pants were the most sensible thing to wear, trying to give himself confidence. He nodded to himself. He was a proud punk (the purple-colored hair was proof of that), social norms be damned! No one would find him anyway, it was all fine. On to the main thing.
On his bed, David had already prepared all the equipment he needed. A pair of scissors, a sharp knife (according to the internet, scissors weren't necessarily the best tool for the job), a curtain rod, two sneaker socks, a roll of silver duct-tape and some pieces of rope (his father would not realize that he had borrowed them, for sure).
A look at the clock told him that 30 minutes were already gone. He had to hurry. Still, he knew that being calm would be essential from now on. Deep breaths. Feel the excitement.
Oh, yes, he could feel it. Sure, he was nervous, but he also felt thrilled, like he hadn't in ages. What he had planned felt dangerous. What if he did something wrong? What if he got stuck? He had read stories about people, who had tied off the blood flow of their hands, being crippled forever, afterwards.
But the urge was too strong. He had waited for years, never doing anything, never asking anyone, too scared for any action, but never letting go of the thought. It just couldn't wait any longer, and if not now, when then? It was so rare, that he had the house for himself for hours. This was the time, the risk be damned.
The start was easy. For the first few seconds, the dry texture of the first sock felt wrong in his mouth, but that feeling soon went away. No gag reflex, to Davids surprise. Still, it filled out more of the mouth, than he had anticipated. But this didn't stop him from following his own script, and soon, the second sock found its place alongside the first.
Once more, the breathing got heavier, as the boy picked up the roll of duct tape. He started to inhale deeper, again. He wasn't nervous, he was excited! Even more so, when he heard the harsh sound of the tape, being ripped off the roll. What an enticing sound! What an amazing feeling! David felt each breath, each heartbeat. Forgotten was the time limit, he couldn't have stopped now.
Carefully, he put the beginning of the tape over his mouth. This sensation wasn't entirely new, as ripping off small pieces seal his mouth, and letting them vanish outside the house later, was one of the rare types of experimentation he had tried himself on, up to now. But these were always just small strips, only covering his mouth. He never had done what he did now: circling the roll around his head, ripping of more and more of the sticky material, always accompanied by that sweet, slightly scary sound, feeling the pressure grow all around his head.
He had prepared well, not stopping there. Soon, the tape covered his chin, and even went over his nose. It had to be perfect, he didn't want to be able to speak, or even scream.
After cutting off the tape, sticking the end to the rest of the gag, David gave it a try. At first, he got even more excited than he was, as he couldn't produce any useful sounds. Only muffled noise came out. But soon, as he worked on opening his mouth, it became apparent that his chin was stronger than he ever imagined. Soon, he could open his mouth again.
At first, David was disappointed. Were all the stories he had read a lie? Sure, he had known for ages that a simple scarf over the mouth was worthless. But was it impossible to keep his mouth from opening?
Not ready to carry on yet, with his mouth still open, David simply put on more tape, more circulations, more pressure. Soon, there was a wall of tape, high enough to cover everything below his nose, even when his mouth was fully open. No way to get rid of the socks inside anymore.
The teen tried to say something, to scream, louder and louder. But, while the sounds were still easier to hear than he had hoped, they were effectively muffled. No one outside the house, maybe even outside the room, would hear him.
Another step done. By now, he was in a flow, focused on his work. The next step, at least, should be easy.
The feet came first. The sensation of wrapping his legs directly above wasn't as intense as the one from applying the gag, but that didn't stop him from carrying on. Using more knowledge, that he had collected over the years, he also used a second piece of rope to tie off the slack between his legs. And now, the excitement came back. Suddenly, his feet were actually stuck together.
With a steadier hand now, it wasn't much of an effort to repeat the same process directly above his knees. A bit later, he was unable to separate his legs.
David took a few minutes to get a feel for this new experience. He tried to scream for help, once more, and worked on getting his feet apart. With delight, he found both experiments to fail.
But this wasn't the end. The hardest part, the one he was most afraid of, was still missing. And, as he already had realized, without that final element, the whole exercise was pointless. Being tied and gagged was worthless, as long as he could easily free himself with he hands.
It was also the part he couldn't figure out for a long time. Experiments never yielded any useful results. Even if he could trap his hands inside some tape, it was not strict enough, being easy to get out of.
But some weeks ago, he had found a solution: His desk. It was heavy enough to withstand some pulling, and, the essential part: It had a hole. That hole was on the back, which was normally pressed against the wall, but with quite some work, David was able to move it away. Enough, so that he could fit behind it, with enough space to still maneuver a bit.
Moving was a bit of work by now, but nothing that couldn't be handled by the aid of two arms. David put scissors and tape onto the desk, and grabbed the curtain rod. It was put through the hole, with quite a bit sticking out on top. The roll of tape was also put over the hole, with the rod now going through it, too. It would keep the roll in place, when David would start to pull on it.
Once again, David became really nervous. This was it. If he did everything right, he would soon be tied up, maybe unable to get free on his own. His parents and his brother would find him, helplessly bound and gagged. They would know about his desires, which was the last thing he wanted.
But he also couldn't NOT use the opportunity. He had come so far, he had to bring it to a close. And he would be able to escape, as he had both a knife and a pair of scissors nearby. Nothing would go wrong!
And so, he pulled off more from the roll of tape. Once more that sound, that incredibly exciting sound. The boy turned his back to the roll, and started to wrap the beginning around the lowest part of his left arm.
One more deep breath. One more shiver. He made sure, that the tape was applied without slack, over the end of his sleeve. He crossed his hands, the right one further away from his back than the left one. And he started to move both hands, crossed and pressed together, around the curtain rod.
The first time, it didn't work. Without being able to see, David misjudged something, not even knowing what, and everything had too much slack.
But that was easily reversed, and the second time went better. He took breaks in the circulations of his hands around the curtain rod, used the stickiness of the tape on the roll to press it onto his arms, and continued on, slowly.
This was an incredible feeling. Unlike his feet, the feeling of more and more restricted hands, them being more and more severely stuck together, behind his back, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Terrifying, enthralling, exciting, all at once.
Despite not many rotations being necessary, it took quite a while before David was satisfied. But finally, his hands being inseparable, he carefully cut the tape of from the roll, and pressed the loose end against his back, making it stick to the rest.
A wave of excitement and worry overcame the boy. He had done it! He had tied himself up, in a way that he couldn't just get out of, at least not without a tool. It soon became clear that he was right – no matter how much he struggled, his hands were stuck in place.
Earlier, failed experiments tended to not work out partly, because he had put the tape on his skin. And while that hurt more, with hairs being ripped off all the time, he was always able to twist his hands around, maybe aided by some sweat, to finally get out of the tape.
But not this time. Due to the long sleeves, no sweat would make the tape loose. It even seemed to stick better to the shirt material in general. Soon it was clear to David, that he was stuck. What a thrilling experience!
But the teen wasn't quite done yet. He grabbed the loose end from the roll ones more, and stuck it to the back of his shirt. While bending his knees just enough, so the roll wouldn't get over the curtain rod, rotated around himself. He sometimes kneeled more, sometimes less, to distribute the tape, but in the end, his upper arms and the part of his body at this height, were completely covered in the silver material.
More than even the rotations around his hands, every new piece of tape gave him the feeling of being more and more restricted. His upper body and his arms felt every bit of added pressure,
After being satisfied, he grabbed the pair of scissors once more, brought the tape into the right position, and cut it off. The loose bit was pressed against his shirt onto his shirt by pushing his back against the wall, and he was finally done.
Before enjoying the feeling of being restricted, his thoughts went immediately to the knife, and the scissors. With them, he could easily free himself, whenever he wanted. He couldn't put them away, but he needed to make it a bit harder to get them. Getting free had to be at least a bit of work.
He played with the thought of letting them fall behind his bed, next to the wall. It would make it impossible to get them back, which would make him truly helplessly tied and gagged.
It was an exciting thought. Unable to get free on his own (because it was already clear, without something to cut the tape off, he was not getting out), having to wait for someone to discover him, having to deal with whatever fallout would come from that.
But with all the excitement, he was still able to realize how bad this idea was. No, he would make it hard, not impossible. In the end, he decided to simple put both knife and scissors onto the desk, and for himself to lie on the floor. It would mean that he needed to crawl to the door, the only part of his room, where he could push himself against a sort of wall, to get up, and then get to the desk. Soon, both cutting tools lay on the desk.
David had prepared for that, too. He had put two thick blankets on the floor. Slowly, he kneeled more and more, and finally let go, landing on his behind and rolling onto his back. With some work, the boy was able to rotate his body, and now lay on his stomach.
And finally, he could enjoy the fruits of his labour. The boy struggled, threw himself around, screamed for help, and gleefully realized, that he was getting nowhere. The tape held his hands in place, his feet were stuck together with nearly no slack, and no matter how hard he tried, the socks would not get over the wall of duct tape. He even delighted in the sensation of a collar pressing against his neck, unable to do anything about it. It drove him insane, and he loved it.
He knew, though, that he had a time limit. A look at the clock told him, that two hours had gone by, since he started. Still three more, before his parents arrived, so not bad. And it was a Saturday, which meant that Tim wouldn't be home before midnight. Since he had turned 15, he had always used his new privilege of staying out that long to the fullest.
David fought the tape and ropes some more, before laying down, enjoying the blissful experience. He tried to push the knowledge of the knife and scissors out of his mind, trying to think that there was no way out. He imagined his parents coming home, him being unable to get free, being found, being found even by his brother, laughed at, made fun of. He loved the scary thought, of being unable to do anything against this, that he was now trapped, having to wait for an incredibly uncomfortable situation.
He played around some more, acting like he was desperately trying to escape. The same thing, again and again, with no way out. Infinite bliss.
But the moment in heaven was destroyed, as he heard the door of the house being opened.