For those of you who have been following my tales, this is the second chapter, following the events that unfolded earlier that week. For those who have not yet caught up, have a look at the story Self tie – Chapter 1 - caught by my soccer team mate Chris (m/m).
If you do not have time to catch up just now with what happened in lead up to the events described below, here is a brief summary.
My name is Mats. At the time, I lived at home with my mum and dad and my 2 sisters.One Wednesday afternoon, I had the place to myself and decided to do some self bondage. After having tied myself up rather strictly, I suddenly realized I was not not able to get out. I lay there tightly bound and gagged in soccer kit, when suddenly, my team mate Chris popped round and found me like that. After the initial surprise, He decided to have some fun with me - which ended up with my mum finding me tied up in my room, together with my other team mate Tom, who was also tightly tied. The awkwardness of it all, the strange feelings that overran me whilst being tied, being found out by my mum and her reaction - there is plenty of detail and some pics to be found in Chapter 1.
Chris had taken some pictures and threatened to expose me to the team and worse even, my girlfriend.
He was going to have a second go at tying me up. Although I was not sure if this was a good idea, I went along with it in a rush of excitement, testosterone and thrill. Still not sure why I did this. Although I have been tied up many times since, something special like this has never happened to me since. Looking back, I am really grateful this happened to me, which is why I wanted to share this on this forum and also see what you feel and think about this.
The story line is real, events took place as described. Names have been altered for privacy reasons. I have granted myself some editorial freedom in terms of dialogue but have tried to stay as close to the memory I have of the series of events that took place that week and in the few weeks thereafter.
Hope you enjoy this second part and do read Chapter one if you can...
Oh and yes, I have a thing for long soccer socks and soccer uniforms. I am a goalie in my local team and always wear my socks pulled up high, over the knee, hence the name
![Very Happy :D](./images/smilies/icon_e_biggrin.gif)
I have done this as long as I have been playing football. That Saturday, I had had a quiet breakfast after having spent the night tied up and gagged and had gotten ready for my soccer game, putting on my goalie kit and protection: blue shorts and t-shirt, white long socks up to my thighs, shin and ankle guards over the white sock, blue adidas team socks covering the shin and ankle guards, pulled up over my knees as well.
Here is what happend next.
Part 2 - Chris steps it up a notch
After breakfast, I just hung around in my room. Around 9.30 am, I got a new text from Chris.
Time to get going precious! – waiting for you in the changing room.
The game would start at 11 am.
Warm up would start at 10.15am – this was way too early.
My heart started pounding. I was really excited about this. Chris and Tom surely wanted to let me in on what they had in store for me after the game.
My fantasy started running wild.
I put on my trainers, pulled my socks up further up my thighs and put my track suit and winter coat on.
I went downstairs, placed my goalie bag on my bike and rode to the pitch. The soccer pitch was only a 10-minute ride away from my place so soon thereafter, I arrived.
When I arrived, it must have been close to 10 am. It was a cold winter morning. Mist was hanging over the pitch. The sight was actually quite nice. The pitch was located adjacent to a century old forest, at the backside of a posh international school.
Our team used the pitch for training and games. The infrastructure was immaculate.
I locked my bike in the bike rack, took off my coat and swung my goalie bag and coat over my shoulder and started making my way to the changing rooms. I was the first one to arrive it seemed.
“Chriiis??” I shouted.
“Tooom”?
No answer.
I also did not see their bikes so I guess I was the first one to arrive.
I opened his text from earlier again.
It read…waiting for you in the changing room…
I decided to go to the changing rooms. These were located in a nice building some 200 meters away from the immaculate mist covered soccer pitch. It was a multipurpose building, used to store lots of expensive sporting equipment and boasted 4 large changing rooms with wooden benches, private lockers, 4 shower rooms with shared showers, 4 private changing rooms and showers - for referees I guessed - , and a very nice pub styled bar.
“Chriiis??”
“Tooom”?
I shouted again, entering the building through the side entrance, which the green keeper opened earlier that morning as usual.
There was a green keeper living on site, guarding the premises during weekends and nights and maintaining the different sports pitches and large school garden.
Still no reply.
Where are you guys? I am here!
![Mr. Green :mrgreen:](./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif)
I decided I would make my way to the changing room and wait for Tom and Chris there. I hung my coat at the coat rack at the far end of the corridor.
I felt an agonizing thrill.
I knew I was going to be tied up again after the game.
It was all very exciting – not knowing what exactly they had in store for me.
I was looking forward to the game, but a lot more excited about what would happen afterwards.
I walked through the long corridor back to the HOME TEAM changing room and opened the door.
Suddenly, a hand was clamped strongly around my face and mouth.
“MMMPPH”
I turned around. The hand loosened its grip.
“Hi Mats” Chris replied.
“Hey” I replied.
Now that I was standing there, I started to have second thoughts .
I was all of a sudden not sure anymore if this was the best of ideas.
Now that Chris was there.
Reality replaced fantasy.
But he was here now and so was I.
“Not cool mate” I turned to him and shouted, punching him in the stomach (not hard, but hard enough) and again on his shoulder.
I was still angry with Chris for leaving me tied up so long and eventually to be discovered by my mum. I did not yet have a chance to pay him back and this was only small change.
I had not yet forgiven him.
“This shit you pulled” - “Really not cool”
I punched him in the stomach a second time.
This time harder but still kind off playful.
Chris took the punches and actually needed a few moments to catch his breath again – (sucker, I thought)
Slightly bent forward and with his hands on his knees he coughed: “I guess “ - he coughed - “ I deserved that”.
He put his one hand on my shoulder, trying to get up again.
“You must admit it was fun though no?” he grinned.
“You liked it very much, I know that – I saw it!!!” he exclaimed whilst looking straight at my crotch.
I ignored his remark and turned my head away.
“Still, no hard feelings hey?” he smiled at me, putting his right hand now on my other shoulder.
Suddenly I felt a great pain in my groin.
Chris had just kicked me hard with his knee.
I fell onto the floor, both of my hands covering the area that was hurting like hell (I occasionally had a soccer ball kicked in that same area and it hurts big time – especially when it is wintery cold).
Chris’ kick was not as hard as that, but enough for me to go down and squirm.
With that, he took both my arms, pulled my back up and pushed both arms behind my back.
"hey what gives..." I shouted.
“Now” he shouted back, not at me.
Tom came running out of the changing room with rope in his hands.
“Hey” I shouted, still a bit shaken from that surprise kick – “deal was after the game”.
“Deal changed” Tom simply replied.
With Chris holding my wrists crossed behind my back, Tom proceeded to tie them tightly in a cris-cross fashion, next Tom tied my elbows tightly together.
Chris now sat on top of my legs, holding my body still and preventing me from kicking with my legs.
I shouted and attempted to fight their attempts to bind me. To no avail.
They each put an arm under my armpit and pushed me up and then forward into the changing room. I stumbled in, arms bound behind my back. Tom then went back and brought in my goalie bag and closed and locked the door behind him.
Chris proceed to push me onto the wooden bench in the middle of the changing room and tied a rope in between my tied wrists and tied it to one of the legs of the bench, tightly. My attempts to get up where stopped by Tom pushing me down hard .
I could not move up, left or right.
“Shit guys, that was NOT the deal” I was angry as hell.
“You are not in charge here” Chris simply rejected my protest.
He walked over to his soccer bag and took out the roll of duct tape and an the old black soccer sock he texted me about the day before and walked up to me.
“This conversation works betters if one of us shuts up for a while” he said.
Suddenly, Tom took my head in a (friendly but firm headlock) and Chris pinched my nose, as I had pushed my lips firmly against each other, knowing they were going to try to gag me.
I needed air and the second I gasped for air, he started to shove the black soccer sock in my mouth.
“NOoaahhhhmmmpp”
"Just take in the sock" he said.
Intuitively, I started to push it out with my tongue.
Chris took to my sides and started tickling me heavily.
Laughing out hard, I opened my mouth even wider and he pushed in the remainder of the sock.
My cheeks now bulging from the soccer sock within.
“MMMPPH”.
Chris’ hand was pushing gently against my lips - pushing in the last bits of sock sticking out.
“now close your mouth Mats, …. take in the sock - stop resisting” he ordered.
“otherwise this can become very uncomfortable”.
“It’s good advise” Tom added. “Take it from me”.
I gave both of them an angry look : "mmmmmppph" (fuck you guys).
I eventually complied and tried pushing my lips as close to one another as possible.
Chris proceeded to place a few strips of tape over my lips and bulging cheeks.
Each strip bigger than the one before, until he finally slapped on a large piece of tape, covering my mouth and face ear to ear, nose to chin.
He carefully rubbed the tape against my face, making sure the tape was all nice and flat, sticking against my face.
The taste of his (luckily washed) soccer sock, which started to slowly sink in, was not great but not bad either.
He then proceeded to put tape around my head 3 or 4 times, with me grunting the entire time.
He taped it quite tight.
I could now see my own tape gagged face in the mirror opposite.
My cheeks bulging over the tape which covered the front of my face, the tape extending all the way around my head. This was not going to come off easily.
Luckily I have short hair, I thought.
It felt great though.
The tape gag.
They noticed.
I “mmmmmppph” and hung my head down in defeat.
“See, told you this would work better” Chris stood back and gave a high five to Tom.
“Now” Chris continued “here is what we have in store for you Mats. I am sure you will like it”.