A Twisted Awakening (M/M+) - Part 3: Infootuation

[JayMoe]

A Twisted Awakening

Part 1 - Tapebound Reflections

Adam's eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the warm sunlight streaming through the curtains. Today was an important day, as he planned to meet his best man, Cole, to discuss the final preparations for his upcoming wedding. It was a rare occasion, as Adam's fiancé, Paul, was away for the weekend, giving him the perfect opportunity to focus on the wedding details.

As he stirred from his slumber, Adam's mind momentarily puzzled over how he ended up napping on the sofa. However, his thoughts quickly shifted to the wedding and the remaining tasks that needed his attention. Anticipating Cole's arrival, Adam wanted to show him the various flower arrangements they had selected.

"Mmm, where's my coffee?" he mumbled to himself, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. The room was dimly lit, and the growling of his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten in what felt like days.

Gradually, his weariness began to dissipate, and he became aware of something amiss. He realized that his ability to speak was hindered, as if something covered his mouth. Panic started to creep in as he questioned the situation. Was his mouth covered? And what was restraining his movement?

In a sudden rush of awareness, Adam's eyes widened, and he discovered the truth - he was bound. His wrists were tightly secured behind his back, rendering him immobile. Lying on his big black leather sofa, he faced the entertainment unit, catching a glimpse of his reflection on the large screen TV. To his astonishment, he found himself completely enveloped in layers of duct tape. The adhesive strips clung to his ankles, knees, and even his well-built chest, holding him captive. He wore nothing but his grey sweatpants, his bare torso accentuated by the tight tape, which pinned his arms to his sides.

Panic surged through Adam's body as he kicked and writhed, desperately attempting to break free from his adhesive prison. He disregarded the burning pain in his arms and chest, his sole focus on liberating himself from this confining tape. The more he struggled, the more it seemed futile, draining his energy and leaving him breathless. Eventually, he ceased his efforts, a sense of defeat washing over him.

Lying there, utterly exhausted and motionless, Adam's attention shifted to an unsettling sensation originating from his feet. He strained to look down, contorting his body on the sofa, only to discover an unexpected chill. His feet were cold, colder than the room temperature should allow, and his toes... they were wet.

Confused and groaning into his tape-sealed mouth, the tape wrapped around his head so tightly it tugged at his hair, Adam's memory suddenly flooded back. The recollection of how he ended up in this predicament, bound and gagged, came rushing to him. And with a sinking feeling, now he remembered exactly what had occurred earlier that day …


Adam:

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[gag1195]

What a great start! Adam looks great all taped up, and it's a great detail for him to see himself in the TV reflection!

That ending detail about the drastically different temperature on his feet is interesting. Is this a physical manifestation of Adam "getting cold feet"? Cole or Paul hoping to keep Adam from acting on second thoughts? The M+ has me interested! Maybe Cole is going to get the couple bound together? Or maybe Cole's staging Adam's bondage bachelor's party?

Can't wait to see how Adam wound up like this and what happens next!

Also, welcome among the writers @JayMoe! Lovely seeing more M/M writers!

[JayMoe]

Interesting angle with the „cold feet“ thought! That’s not quite what I have planned though for our poor taped up Adam. But feet will play a major role in the rest of the story for sure.

[Pup Wingletang]

Waking up in bondage is a great way to start a story (or a morning in general!) as the narrative can go forward and backwards. We already have a mystery to solve and are hooked in to see where we go from here. Great start and ready for more.

[JayMoe]

Part 2 - Home Sweet Home


Adam's long day at work had finally come to an end. Exhausted, he trudged through the front door of his home, looking forward to a relaxing evening with his best man Cole. The weight of the day's responsibilities seemed to lift as he closed the door behind him, leaving the outside world behind.

Unaware of the open window in the living room, Adam mindlessly made his way towards the bathroom. The day's work had left him feeling grimy and in need of a refreshing shower. Stripping off his work clothes, he stepped into the bathroom. As the water began to cascade from the showerhead, Adam closed his eyes, allowing the gentle spray to wash away the remnants of the day. His thoughts wandered off to Paul and how they were going to tie the knot this summer after 6 amazing years of living together. The thought of Paul aroused him a little, as he reached down and gently started stroking his member.

Unbeknownst to Adam, a gentle breeze blew through the open window in the living room…

After rinsing off the warm semen stuck to his torso, Adam stepped out of the shower and wrapped a plush towel around his damp body, feeling the softness against his skin as he stepped onto the tiled floor, which felt nice and chilling against his bare size 12 soles.

Leaving the bathroom, Adam entered the hallway leading to the living room. The sight that greeted him made his heart skip a beat: The curtains swayed gently in the evening breeze.

A mix of concern and curiosity washed over Adam as he approached the open window. He peered outside, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any signs of intrusion, but the backyard was as quiet and peaceful as usual as the sun slowly began to disappear behind the big oak tree. Questions swirled in his mind. How had he missed the open window leaving for work in the morning?

With a sense of unease settling in, Adam closed the window. He took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself, and made a mental note to be more careful in the future.

With a towel wrapped snugly around his waist, Adam stepped into his bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue over the room. In front of the full-length mirror, he stood, his reflection staring back at him. With a subtle flex of his muscles, he discarded the towel, revealing a toned physique. He reached for a pair of comfortable grey sweatpants, the fabric sliding effortlessly over his legs. Completing the ensemble, he slipped his feet into a well-worn pair of brown canvas flip flops, the familiar feeling of the soft leather footbed caressing his soles. Adam's bare chest glistened slightly, remnants of the shower still clinging to his skin, as he admired his reflection for a moment.

Adam descended the stairs with a casual stride, his mind already focused on preparing dinner for himself and Cole. The open window long gone from his mind, Adam entered the kitchen, never suspecting the imminent disruption to his peaceful evening.

Adam stood in the kitchen, the aroma of chopped herbs beginning to fill the air. As he placed a pot of water on the stove, a sudden noise from the living room caught his attention. He tilted his head, listening intently, trying to make out the source of the disturbance. The sound grew louder, a mixture of shuffling and muffled whispers.

His curiosity piqued, Adam cautiously made his way towards the living room, his senses on high alert. He entered the room, his eyes scanning the space, searching for the cause of the commotion. As Adam slowly walked forward, the sound of his soles slapping against his flip flops echoed with each step he took. The rest of the apartment was unusually quiet. Then, out of nowhere, a creaking noise broke the silence.
Before Adam could react, a figure lunged at him from behind, covering his mouth to stifle any cries for help. He desperately struggled against the firm grip, the warm, damp hand digging into his cheeks tightly, not giving him any chance to alert the neighbors. Startled, Adam fought back, his instincts kicking in. He struggled against the intruder, desperately trying to free himself from his grip, but with each passing moment, the masked assailant's strength seemed to overpower him.

Suddenly, a cloth drenched in a pungent chemical was pressed against Adam's face. The sickly sweet smell of chloroform filled his nostrils, sending his senses into a whirlwind. Panic surged through his veins as he fought to break free, his vision blurring at the edges.

His struggles grew weaker, his limbs heavy as lead. Adam's grip on consciousness slipped further away. He kicked against the floor, his flip flops slipping off his feet and landing haphazardly nearby as his toes dug into the fluffy carpet with their last might. The world spun, the room fading into darkness as he succumbed to the overpowering effects of the chloroform.

With a final gasp for air, Adam's body went limp, his consciousness fading into oblivion, his toes no longer able to hold onto the carpet. The intruder stood over him, a triumphant smirk hidden beneath his black mask. He slowly let Adam slide out of his grasp, leaving him unconscious on the shaggy white carpet in front of the black leather sofa.

The room fell silent, the only sound the faint bubbling of the boiling water on the stove – that is, until the ripping sound of duct tape being torn off the roll harshly disturbed that silence.

[JayMoe]

Thanks for the feedback, guys! This story will heavily explore foot fetishism in future chapters, I hope there's an audience here for that

[Bootmark]

Looking forward to more. Great start!

[gag1195]

Adam really should be more aware of things around his own home! Oh well, his lack of awareness is our (and the intruders) gain!

Descriptions for this chapter were great as well! Can't wait to see what's in store for poor Adam!

[Pup Wingletang]

He really should have shut that window! At least he's nice and clean for his assailent.

[JayMoe]

Thanks for all your comments! I'm having tons of fun writing this story right now. Still working on the next chapter, but here's a quick bonus one describing how exactly Adam got from the end of Part 2 to the beginning of Part 1...




Part 2.5 - Taped Up

Adam lay on the carpet, unconscious and wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants. His captor swiftly turned him over onto his stomach, crossing his arms neatly behind his back.

"Let's get you ready for some fun," he whispered to himself as he tightly taped Adam's wrists, layering the duct tape meticulously. Taking advantage of his vulnerable state, he ran his fingers along Adam's exposed soles, feeling their softness and admiring his high arches glistening in the fading sunlight.

Continuing his efforts, the captor proceeded to tape Adam's ankles together and then moved on to secure his knees. With careful precision, he lifted Adam and positioned him on the large leather sofa, propping him up in a seated position. Adam's lifeless head hung back, devoid of any movement.

The captor fetched more tape, meticulously wrapping it around Adam's bare chest, effectively immobilizing his arms against his sides. Satisfied with his work so far, he decided it was time to ensure Adam's silence.

Gagging him was the next step. The captor expertly applied seven layers of duct tape, cinching it tightly around Adam's mouth. The pressure was intense, causing a faint crease to form on his lips.

Returning Adam to a lying position, the captor carefully positioned his bound feet on the armrest of the sofa. His gaze shifted, a glimmer of excitement reflecting in his eyes as he licked his lips in anticipation.

[Guardianbound]

Glad to welcome another writer! Enjoyed the level of suspense maintained throughout the chapters so far. I think you'll find many readers here enjoying the foot fetish aspects you intend to write in. Don't keep them waiting for too long!

As for me I'm here for and am liking the drama

[KidnappedCowboy]

Nice story, so far. I like how Adam wakes up...not quite fully conscious...and finds himself duct-taped...

Who's his captor? Is it Cole, his best man? And is this the beginning of a bachelor party weekend???

[JayMoe]

Part 3 - Infootuation

Adam's consciousness snapped back into focus, his mind racing to comprehend the situation he found himself in. He had been ambushed in his own home, overpowered, and rendered unconscious by an intruder who had used chloroform on him. Now, he lay on his sofa, clad only in his sweatpants, completely immobilized and silenced by layers of tightly wound duct tape. With every ounce of strength he could muster, Adam strained against his restraints, attempting to break free from the binds that held him captive.

"MHHHPHHHHH!" he grunted, his muffled voice a desperate plea for help. The thought of his neighbors hearing him gave him strength, a small glimmer of hope that maybe someone would come to his rescue.

"MHHGHHHH! MHHGHHHHHPHHHH!"

However, his efforts proved fruitless. The tape held firm, refusing to yield to his struggles. The gag in his mouth was too tight, stifling any chance of producing a sound that could alert others to his dire situation. Defeated, Adam's breathing slowed down, his chest rising and falling with each frustrated breath.

Just as despair began to take Adam’s mind, a voice cut through the silence.

"Well, look who's finally awake!"

Adam's heart skipped a beat as his captor, a tall and menacing figure, made his presence known. Adam's attempts to speak were met with the harsh reality of his gag, rendering him silent and powerless. Leaning casually against the wall, the captor crossed his arms, creepily staring at his captive. "You didn't think I would find you, did you?" he sneered, his voice dripping with a mix of calmness and obsession.

Anxiety gnawed at Adam's thoughts as he desperately searched for answers. Why had he become the target of this deranged captor? What had he done to warrant such a terrifying ordeal? Suppressing the instinct to lash out, Adam understood that defiance would only worsen his situation. He had to endure, to bide his time until an opportunity for escape presented itself.

The captor's gaze fixated on Adam's feet, sending a chill down his spine.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here and who I am, right?" the captor spoke, taking a seat on the coffee table. The black ski mask covering his face added an extra layer of menace, yet his steely stare pierced through the mask, revealing his intense determination.

Adam remained silent, avoiding direct eye contact, unsure of what twisted explanation awaited him.

"Oh, and you're probably also wondering why your toes are all wet," the captor remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Adam's brows furrowed in confusion. Indeed, his toes had felt damp when he regained consciousness, but how did this captor know? And more importantly, why did it matter?

“Let me tell you a little story.” The captor began speaking again, his voice now somewhat less creepy and almost familiar and conversational. “I was at the park this one day, just going about my day. And then, you know how it sometimes happens in movies when the main guy sees the woman of his dreams, cheesy music starts to play, and you know it’s love at first sight?”

Adam looked at his captor with a confused expression, breathing into his tapegag calmly.

“That’s what happened to me! But it wasn’t a busty girl … it was a pair of sexy feet! Just lazing on a blanket in the grass, ankles crossed, beautiful soles on full display for the world to see. YOUR feet, Adam.”

“MGHHPHHHHCK MHHHOUUUU!!!” he cussed with all his might, yet producing nothing but a powerless whimper.

“Cute …” the captor replied, chuckling. “… the rest was easy. I followed you home, stalked you for some time, and waited for the right moment. I knew I had to get a taste of those toes!”

Adam's gaze shifted between his captor and his bound feet, struggling to comprehend the absurdity of it all. This man, who had subjected him to such torment, now blamed him for his own fixation on feet? Suddenly, Adam was reminded of his wet toes and the realization of what exactly had happened to them made him curse at his captor yet again through the gag.

"MGGHPHHHHCK MHHHOUUUU!"

A sinister satisfaction was burning in the captor's eyes as he reveled in Adam's distress. He swiftly reached into his pockets and took out a pair of zip ties, preparing to further assert his control. With a twisted grin, the captor bound Adam's two big toes together, cinching them tightly with the zip ties. Adam's muffled cries of pain and fear only served to fuel the captor's twisted desires, a sick pleasure derived from the vulnerability of his captive's feet. He savored the moment, relishing in the power he held over Adam's helplessness.

Just as the captor was about to kneel down and indulge in his disturbing fantasies, the doorbell rang. The unexpected interruption startled both Adam and his captor, freezing them in their tracks.

Reluctantly, the captor's expression hardened as he left the room to investigate the source of the interruption, leaving Adam alone, bound and gagged, trapped on the sofa. The tape tightly wound around his mouth, rendering him completely helpless. In that moment, Adam's first thought was that a chance for escape had presented itself, an opportunity to free himself from the clutches of this deranged individual. But as reality set in, a sinking feeling washed over him.

"Shit! It's Cole!" he thought, realizing that the unexpected visitor was not the savior he had hoped for, but someone who might unknowingly walk into a dangerous situation.

[gag1195]

A crazed stalker! And now Cole's going to get the same treatment! Or maybe Cole manages to overpower or scare the man away but decides to keep Adam tied up and gagged while they complete the wedding plans! Maybe Adam is a groomzilla and Cole doesn't want to deal with his nonsense!

[Pup Wingletang]

Adam's definitely attracted the wrong sort of admirer whilst relaxing in the park! Now is rescue on the horizon or is Cole going to join his friend in tape.

[bondagefreak]

@JayMoe
Interesting story! All caught up and definitely interested in more.
Wonder who Cole is and what his unexpected arrival will entail for our bound protagonist and his captor. Keep it up!

[TugLife]

Loving this story. Keep it going !

[ATOne]

I wonder if the entire wedding party has the feet of a slave