My first Bondage Experience (M/M) * Chapter 4 added June 11 *
Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2023 4:20 pm
Hi folks,
this is my first story on this site, apologies for my English as it is not my first language. It's based on a true story, but it's mostly fiction. I hope you enjoy reading it.
It was a late summer morning in 1982. My name is Luke, I was 19 at the time, and my friend Sam was 18, we had known each other for a few years. I was a bit beefy at the time, while Sam looked like the twink he was, a bit skinny but with a well-toned body. We belonged to the same group of friends and had developed a strong friendship. Some people thought our bond was too close, as we often spent a lot of time together, isolating ourselves from the group even during occasions when others enjoyed the carefree and reckless nature of youth.
I can say what I felt for Sam was more than simple friendship, I was attracted to him, but I wasn’t sure if my feelings were reciprocated.
At that time I didn’t know anything about the bondage world: I was naïve, and I was trying to make sense of the strange excitement I felt from occasionally seeing someone tied up and gagged in movies.
Little I knew that, on that Saturday morning, I would have experienced myself first-hand the true meaning of the word bondage.
On that Saturday morning, Sam and I had decided to spend the day at the beach together. We had arranged to meet at Sam’s house, where he spent his summers in a country vacation home. We would ride there on a motorcycle.
As I arrived, I buzzed the intercom: "Sam, it's me. Can you come down? If we don't hurry, we'll end up taking a shower on the street instead of going for a swim at the beach. I don't like those clouds."
Sam replied, "Come on, I don't think it will rain. I'll be right down."
Sam and I set off towards the beach, but after a few kilometers, it started drizzling. "We'd better turn back," I said.
"Okay, let's do as you say. It will pass, and we can leave later," Sam agreed.
So, we turned back towards Sam's house, and by the time we arrived, we were soaked since the drizzle had turned into a downpour.
Sam's house was a two-story building like many others in the area. The ground floor had a living room and kitchen, while the first floor had a master bedroom and two rooms for the boys. Sam had a younger brother who was two years younger.
Once inside, we went up to Sam's room and took off our drenched clothes. Sam said to me, "I would lend you some of mine, but I don't think they would fit you. We'll just have to let your clothes dry."
"Okay," I replied. "I have spare underwear. Do you mind if I stay in just these?"
"No problem," said Sam. "We're home alone. My parents are away for the weekend, as usual. And my brother is with them. It's hot, so I'll just stay in my underwear too. But what should we do now?"
"I'm not sure," I replied.
"What do you say if, just to pass the time, I tie your hands and see if you can free yourself?" Sam proposed.
"That's a strange suggestion," I answered. After a moment of hesitation, curiosity got the better of me, and I had a second thought: "Alright, let's try it. But if I can't free myself, how long will you leave me tied up?"
"I don't know, let's say half an hour?"
"That seems reasonable," I agreed.
"Alright, I'll get what I need." Sam replied.
After a few minutes, Sam returned with a piece of nylon rope. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Not like that, cross them," Sam specified in a determined tone.
I obeyed, and Sam began tying my hands. "I'm tying them in a cross, so if you try to force them in one direction, the cross will tighten, and you won't be able to free yourself. I'm done, give it a try."
"Really effective," I said. "Where did you learn that?"
But Sam didn't answer. He said to me, "Let me continue by tying your feet. Lie down on your stomach, like this. I'll help you."
"Come on, Sam, what are you doing..." I didn't have time to finish my sentence before Sam had already pushed me to the ground. After stepping away for a moment, Sam returned with a bag full of ropes and duct tape. That's how I found himself with my ankles crossed and tied in the same way as my wrists.
"You're well-prepared, congratulations. Is this your first time?" I asked.
Meanwhile, Sam had taken out what appeared to be a thick cotton sock from the bag. "That's enough, now I'll gag you. Open your mouth, please."
"What are you doing now?" I protested.
"Okay, I'll take care of it," said Sam. He pinched my nostrils shut with two fingers, forcing me to open my mouth, and inserted what effectively turned out to be an efficient gag.
"MMMPPPHHH" was the only sound I could make from then on. Sam completed the gag by wrapping several rounds of yellow packing tape around my head, sealing my mouth and making it impossible for me to spit the sock out.
Sam added his final touch by tying may hands and feet together with more rope, putting me in a hogtie.
Sam looked at me and said, "Excellent job, but something is missing." He approached me and, pulling down my underwear, left me naked, bound, and gagged.
At this point, I began to struggle, but I couldn't accomplish anything. Sam said, "Tell me, what's your name?" but all I could produce were muffled sounds. Sam said, pleased, "Perfect, can't understand a word. You shouldn't speak with your mouth full, you know?"
At that moment, I began to realize that the game was taking an unexpected and unpredictable turn. Helpless and gagged, there was little I could do except playing along.
I understood that the game was turning into something different when I saw Sam, after removing his own underwear, revealing an erect penis that left little doubt about what was about to happen.
"Sorry, but now I'm going to put it in your ass. I think you won't mind," Sam said.
"MMMPPPHHH."
I had an open mind, and to tell you the truth I was starting to enjoy the situation, but at that moment, I didn't know what to think. My mind was a whirlwind of incoherent and confused thoughts. When Sam penetrated me after my initial clumsy and futile attempts to resist what was happening, I felt completely in Sam's hands, totally dominated, as if I were completely possessed by him. The pain of my first time being penetrated initially made me try to scream "stop" through the gag, but in vain. It soon turned into a mixture of resignation and almost serenity, as if that desire to always be in control of situations, which had been part of my character, had finally given way to letting someone else take control without any chance of resistance.
Pleasure and pain, like in the best BDSM stories, intertwined confusingly and left me in a new and surprising state. This reached its climax when Sam, after finishing his act of penetration, turned me onto my side and, standing behind me, began masturbating me. Within a few minutes, Sam brought me to ejaculation.
"This underwear is no longer needed," said Sam. He took a pair of scissors and tore them off. I began to realize that I would have stayed bound and gagged well beyond the "agreed" half an hour. Although protesting was futile, I still tried to convey that I would have preferred to be untied, but my muffled moans, as expected, seemed to amuse Sam.
I continued to struggle, hoping that the ropes might have loosened over time, but Sam had done an excellent job...
After a few minutes, Sam took out more ropes and said to me, "Now I'll put you on the bed, but I'll make you a little more uncomfortable." He lifted me onto his bed, still face down, and used another rope to force may hands and feet even closer together, making any movement more difficult. He added additional ropes to bind my arms to my torso and more rounds of tape over my mouth to reinforce the already effective gag.
"I'll leave you alone for a while; I don't want you to escape. I have more surprises for you."
"MMMPPPHHH."
Sam got dressed, left the room, and locked the door behind him.
Part II
I am naked, bound, and gagged. Sam just left and said he would be back soon. He tied me even tighter; my legs are bent to the point where my hands and feet are very close together. I try to find the knots, but I can't do anything. "I'll make you more uncomfortable," he told me. And he was right. The packing tape on my mouth is tight and wraps around the back of my head, making at least five or six more rounds than before. The gag fills my mouth and prevents any movement of my tongue.
Only muffled groans come out of my mouth. I tried to call out to him. He looked at me before leaving and smiled, saying, "You won't be able to free yourself," satisfied.
I try to struggle, but without any result. It's hot. I feel the ropes tightening, and I understand that the more I move, the worse it gets. But I still try. I'm drenched in sweat by now. So, I try not to move anymore and reflect on the situation I've found myself in: I'm completely immobilized, I had my first anal experience bound and gagged, and the sensations I felt were something I never could have imagined. When I felt his penis trying to penetrate me, my first reaction was to try to stop it somehow, but in the end, it entered me. At first, I tried to say stop, stop... but in the end, I surrendered. It was as if he had entered completely inside me. Not just his penis. His whole body and soul invaded me, and I lost track of time. From his gasps, I understood that he was about to climax, that it would all be over soon... and so, once he finished, he stayed behind me, turned me onto my side, and took my penis in his hands. He gently began to masturbate me: his hands glided slowly at first, then quickly, and then slowly again. Gradually, the excitement took over, and it happened as it was meant to.
Time passes, he left the radio on, so between songs, We announced the time, and I understood that about an hour had passed. It's strange, I'm not afraid. Something tells me he's enjoying the situation, doing everything with almost passion. He's good at tying, where and how did he learn? And the gag, so effective...
I hear a motorbike arriving, now he's coming up the stairs, he puts the key in the door that he closed, I wonder why he did that... maybe he thought I would have managed to free myself, or maybe he wanted to prevent his brother from coming back and entering his room to find the surprise...
He enters the room, looks at me, and says, "You're still here, good. Are you thirsty? It's hot. Do you want some water?"
I nod my head, but it's not enough.
MMMPPPHHH
"I think you're saying yes now," he responds. He tells me that he'll remove the gag to let me drink, and I hope I can say something, that maybe he can untie me now, that there are no problems, that we can talk about what happened together...
He approaches and starts removing the adhesive tape. The last part is clearly stuck to my hair at the back, and it hurts a bit. He tries to be gentle, and in the end, he removes the gag from my mouth. He puts me in a sitting position, or at least as much as the ropes allow.
"Thank you," I say. "The glass of water is ready. Do you want more?"
"Yes, thank you," I reply. I finish drinking and try to talk to him:
“Sam, can we have a chat? Can you untie me now?”
But he already has another gag in his hand, this time it looks bigger. He approaches quickly and says, "Don't ruin everything, open your mouth and be quiet." No, please... But his hand is already forcing the new gag into my mouth. It's bigger and fills my mouth even more. And he starts wrapping the adhesive tape again, several rounds...
MMMPPPHHH
"It's not the right time to talk," he tells me.
I see him approaching a backpack he brought with him and takes out a Polaroid camera. "I'll take some souvenir photos, if you don't mind. You're the model, you know?"
He takes several photos of me, face down, from the side, front, and back. Then he shows them to me, instant Polaroids. He explains in detail how I'm tied up since he even photographed me from behind.
"Now let's play a little," he says.
He takes out a candle from the bedside drawer and lights it. After a moment, I understand why. He lets drops of hot wax drip onto my back... I try to scream stop, but of course, only MMMPPPHHH comes out.
He continues for a few minutes, then carefully removes the hardened wax from my back.
What the hell is he doing?
I hope he stops now, that he's had enough fun. He approaches and starts untying something, it's the rope that binds my hands to my feet, but only that. The other one remains, allowing me to bend my legs to about 90 degrees. He's untying me, I hope. But he's undressing again, now he's naked in front of me and he's hard again... “More comfortable like this? Are you ready?”
Ready for what?
He gets behind me again and places his penis on my right hand. "See what you can do," he says... I understand that he may want me to give him a handjob and I try to do what I can, considering my hands are tied... I decide to go along with it, what other choice do I have? But maybe I'm not good enough, he says that's enough. And I feel him penetrating me again... This time with more force, more pain, but the feeling of surrender and abandonment is there again... Finally, I can tell from his heavy breathing that he's about to finish...
The script repeats itself once more: he turns me onto my side and this time he positions himself in front of me and starts jerking me off.
MMMPPPHHH Again? Am I just a cow to be milked?
He touches me everywhere with his other hand, squeezes my nipples, and continues with the same motions until somehow, I get erect. He seems satisfied, looks at me and says, "See, you can do it." And he continues, his hand moving up and down faster and faster until I climax for the second time that morning. But this time he doesn't stop, his hand keeps going, focusing on the tip, the sensation is incredible, I moan like a madman through the gag, stop, enough... but he laughs... never experienced this before, right?
Finally, he stops.
“Damn it, Luke, it was great, I hope it was for you too,” he says.
MMMPPPHHH, yes, it was, but now untie me, you asshole, I'm starting to get tired.
It's already two o'clock," Sam says, "maybe you need to pee... one moan for yes, two for no, okay?"
MMMPPPHHH, yeah, I really need to pee.
"I'll take you to the bathroom, I'll untie the rope that's holding you tightly now, and I'll tie your ankles in a different way to make it easier. I'll untie the rope that binds your arms, but I'll leave your hands tied."
He fiddles with the ropes and leaves my feet tied so that We can barely move.
He helps me up and supports me standing, so I won't fall as he takes me to the bathroom. I walk with tiny movements; it feels like it takes forever.
When we get to the bathroom, he places me in front of the toilet and takes my penis in his hands. "Go ahead, I'll help you. No problem," he says. The whole situation makes me a little uncomfortable, but in the end, I empty my bladder since I couldn't hold it anymore.
MMMPPPHHH, happy now?
He tells me to stop complaining because it won't change anything anyway.
We return to his room, and I'm tired. He throws me back onto his bed and ties me up again, just like before. All the ropes go back into their places, and I'm tightly bound once more. What will he do now?
"I'll eat something," he says. "You'll eat later when I decide to untie you. I prefer not to let you eat while you're tied up. You might get sick."
Damn, he cares for me, and he really knows what he's doing. Has he experienced this firsthand?
MMMPPPHHH
“No use, I won't untie you for now. Stay calm and quiet; it's worse if you don't”
But what a situation this is.
"I'll eat here, I won't leave you alone. Do you mind?"
MMMPPPHHH Do as you please, I would like to say.
“We agreed that one moan is for yes and two moans are for no. Do you mind?”
MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH
“Good, you've learned the language. You don't mind. So now, when I ask a question, you can answer yes or no. That's the most you can do for now”
“But before eating, let's play another game. See these?”
He holds two clothespins in his hand. He approaches, turns me onto my side, and attaches the clothespins to my nipples. Damn, it hurts, MMMPPPHHH.
“It hurts a bit, right? But it would be worse if you turn around and lie on your stomach, the clothespins would be in an awkward position... I like looking at your face while I eat, and seeing you completely naked is a lot of fun”
I understand the situation and try to stay still on my side as he wants, he's totally in control. He makes me do whatever he wants, however he wants. I'm his doll, that much I've understood by now.
It's a strange situation, I'm gradually getting used to the discomfort of the ropes and the hogtied position I'm tied in. There is nothing else I can do. I watch him eat calmly as if nothing is happening. He finishes eating, asks if I want to drink again. He removes the clothespins from my nipples and squeezes them in his hands, it hurts.
MMMPPPHHH.
He approaches and positions me to allow me to drink, with my upper body slightly elevated, almost sitting, but the ropes prevent me from maintaining the position. He removes the gag and brings the glass to my lips, supporting me so I won't collapse. I drool a bit, some water spills on the bed.
“Please, I beg you, don't put the gag back. I'll be quiet, I promise. And if I break my word, you can gag me whenever you want...”
“I'm sorry, but I set the rules here. I know that if you start talking, we'll end up arguing, and it will ruin the game for me. Enough for now, I've let you speak too much already. Open wide, please.”
He has prepared a new gag: this one looks like a balled-up piece of fabric:
"You'll enjoy the taste, it's the briefs I wore this morning. We're not dirty, I only had them on for a few hours..."
“But Sam, come on... MMMPPPHHH.” He doesn't even let me finish; he fiddles a bit to put his briefs in my mouth until We're completely inside. My cheeks are swollen, the gag is even more voluminous, or at least that's my impression. The usual adhesive tape, and I'm tightly gagged once again.
“Now I’m going to leave you alone again for a while. You see, I have something in mind that I'll tell you now. Do you remember the photos I took earlier? I'm going to keep them at home, in a safe place. Initially, I thought of keeping them just as a memory, but I enjoyed this game too much, and we absolutely must do it again”
MMMPPPHHH MMMMPPPHHH
“I understand your answer, it's a no, and that's why, to convince you, I'll tell you that if you agree to play the game again, the photos will remain hidden. Otherwise, it will be fun to show them to a friend, what do you say? Take your time to think about it. See you later.”
MMMPPPHHH You asshole.
“What a situation though. Enough, I want to escape now. I start struggling with all my strength, like a madman. He stops and watches me as he walks away, saying, "Come on, give it a try, try to free yourself. The game is more fun like this." I exert force on my wrists, trying to loosen the ropes, but to no avail. I give up again.
He approaches again and strokes my face. "Poor Luke, you would like to overcome my knots, you want to be free again. But for now, you're mine, and you will be until I get tired of this game. But it's almost over, let's say it will all be done by six. It's three now, just three more hours... But I want to give you a chance. From your current position, if I leave the wardrobe door open, you'll be able to look at yourself in the mirror. You'll get a better view of how I've arranged you, and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to loosen a knot. Good luck."
MMMPPPHHH
He leaves and locks the door again.
I'm alone again. Having nothing better to do, I follow his advice and shift my gaze towards the mirror. I observe how meticulously the ropes have been positioned to bind me. All the knots are tied in a way that We are out of reach of my fingers, which are the only part of my body I can move. What the hell am I supposed to do? There's little to choose from: just wait for him to decide to untie me.
An hour has passed, a long hour in which I tried to stay calm, doing what little I can in my bound state: I roll onto one side, then onto my stomach, then onto the other side. Fortunately, the bed is big, a double bed, otherwise, I would probably end up on the floor and hurt myself. But clearly, there are no comfortable positions. The gag is quite bothersome, the tape is tightly wrapped, and the balled-up briefs, apart from the strange taste, fill my mouth too much. The legs, bent by the rope that connects my ankles to my wrists, are starting to hurt, but it's bearable. The ropes are secure; clearly, he knows what he's doing. We don't seem to be cutting off circulation, which frankly worries me a bit.
I hear footsteps, the key in the door... He's back. "You're still here," he says, "and still tied up. Let's see, the gag is still in place... perfect."
He turns me onto my side and says, "Nice dick." I don't know whether to be flattered or... MMMPPPHHH... untie me now.
What's he going to do now? Undressing again? Fuck, is he going to have sex with me for the third time?
MMMPPPHHH.
"We'll end on a high note," he says.
This time, he completely removes the ropes that bind my ankles to my wrists. He leaves only my hands and feet tied. He leaves me lying on my stomach. He takes a pillow and positions it under my pelvis. "This way is better," he says. He lies down completely on top of me and starts rubbing his penis against my ass until it becomes erect. Meanwhile, I feel his hand gripping my penis. He starts jerking me off while penetrating me. This time, his thrusts are faster, and I hear the sound of his pelvis repeatedly hitting my buttocks. What does he want to achieve? Panting, he says, "Let's see if we can come together..."
I climax, but he continues with the penetration and with his hand gripping my penis. I try to tell him that I've come, but obviously, he doesn't understand...
MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH... "Remove your fucking hand..." I try to scream
I understand from his breathing and moans that he's about to orgasm. This time, he pulls out, and I feel his semen gushing onto my body. At least this time he didn't come inside me, I tell myself.
He turns me onto my side and admires how I've also climaxed. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he says.
I don't respond. He grabs my testicles and asks again, "Beautiful, isn't it?"
MMMPPPHHH... just once, to say yes, so he'll be satisfied. It would be have been better without all these ropes and this cursed gag. Or not?
"Well, we had fun. Now I'll untie your hands, but the rest is up to you."
Bastard...
"Remember, I have the photos, so once you remove the gag, forget about the matter. Go home and remember there will be a next time, and another, and another unless you want me to show the photos around. I understand that you'd like to talk, but I don't feel like it."
Maybe I had the time of my life. Maybe I realized my deepest and darkest dreams have come to reality, I don’t know.
He calmly unties my hands. Finally. I move with difficulty. First, I try to remove the gag, but I can't. He says I must do it in front of a mirror, that I have to untie my ankles first. The knot is well done. He approaches and says, "Well, I'll help you." He calmly loosens the knot and frees my feet. Perhaps he takes pity on me and removes the tape from my mouth himself. But in the end, he says, "You'll have to remove the gag from your mouth yourself, though." Is he making fun of me?
"Your clothes are on the chair. I bought you a pair of underwear in your size; you'll find them on the chair. As for yours, well, I cut them up," he says, smiling.
I quickly get dressed, struggling to stand and move.
"It will pass," he says. "The marks from the ropes will fade, and tomorrow there will be nothing left." I look at my wrists and ankles, there are vivid red marks on my skin. I hope We really do fade.
“It's already evening, no one will notice” he says. "Go home now, but if you like, eat and have something to drink first."
I decide to leave quickly. I only ask him, "Why?"
He replies, "It's a release for me."
There is a lot I would like to say, but I decide it’s not the time nor the place.
“To the next time then” I just say.
“You can count on it” Sam replies.
this is my first story on this site, apologies for my English as it is not my first language. It's based on a true story, but it's mostly fiction. I hope you enjoy reading it.
It was a late summer morning in 1982. My name is Luke, I was 19 at the time, and my friend Sam was 18, we had known each other for a few years. I was a bit beefy at the time, while Sam looked like the twink he was, a bit skinny but with a well-toned body. We belonged to the same group of friends and had developed a strong friendship. Some people thought our bond was too close, as we often spent a lot of time together, isolating ourselves from the group even during occasions when others enjoyed the carefree and reckless nature of youth.
I can say what I felt for Sam was more than simple friendship, I was attracted to him, but I wasn’t sure if my feelings were reciprocated.
At that time I didn’t know anything about the bondage world: I was naïve, and I was trying to make sense of the strange excitement I felt from occasionally seeing someone tied up and gagged in movies.
Little I knew that, on that Saturday morning, I would have experienced myself first-hand the true meaning of the word bondage.
On that Saturday morning, Sam and I had decided to spend the day at the beach together. We had arranged to meet at Sam’s house, where he spent his summers in a country vacation home. We would ride there on a motorcycle.
As I arrived, I buzzed the intercom: "Sam, it's me. Can you come down? If we don't hurry, we'll end up taking a shower on the street instead of going for a swim at the beach. I don't like those clouds."
Sam replied, "Come on, I don't think it will rain. I'll be right down."
Sam and I set off towards the beach, but after a few kilometers, it started drizzling. "We'd better turn back," I said.
"Okay, let's do as you say. It will pass, and we can leave later," Sam agreed.
So, we turned back towards Sam's house, and by the time we arrived, we were soaked since the drizzle had turned into a downpour.
Sam's house was a two-story building like many others in the area. The ground floor had a living room and kitchen, while the first floor had a master bedroom and two rooms for the boys. Sam had a younger brother who was two years younger.
Once inside, we went up to Sam's room and took off our drenched clothes. Sam said to me, "I would lend you some of mine, but I don't think they would fit you. We'll just have to let your clothes dry."
"Okay," I replied. "I have spare underwear. Do you mind if I stay in just these?"
"No problem," said Sam. "We're home alone. My parents are away for the weekend, as usual. And my brother is with them. It's hot, so I'll just stay in my underwear too. But what should we do now?"
"I'm not sure," I replied.
"What do you say if, just to pass the time, I tie your hands and see if you can free yourself?" Sam proposed.
"That's a strange suggestion," I answered. After a moment of hesitation, curiosity got the better of me, and I had a second thought: "Alright, let's try it. But if I can't free myself, how long will you leave me tied up?"
"I don't know, let's say half an hour?"
"That seems reasonable," I agreed.
"Alright, I'll get what I need." Sam replied.
After a few minutes, Sam returned with a piece of nylon rope. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Not like that, cross them," Sam specified in a determined tone.
I obeyed, and Sam began tying my hands. "I'm tying them in a cross, so if you try to force them in one direction, the cross will tighten, and you won't be able to free yourself. I'm done, give it a try."
"Really effective," I said. "Where did you learn that?"
But Sam didn't answer. He said to me, "Let me continue by tying your feet. Lie down on your stomach, like this. I'll help you."
"Come on, Sam, what are you doing..." I didn't have time to finish my sentence before Sam had already pushed me to the ground. After stepping away for a moment, Sam returned with a bag full of ropes and duct tape. That's how I found himself with my ankles crossed and tied in the same way as my wrists.
"You're well-prepared, congratulations. Is this your first time?" I asked.
Meanwhile, Sam had taken out what appeared to be a thick cotton sock from the bag. "That's enough, now I'll gag you. Open your mouth, please."
"What are you doing now?" I protested.
"Okay, I'll take care of it," said Sam. He pinched my nostrils shut with two fingers, forcing me to open my mouth, and inserted what effectively turned out to be an efficient gag.
"MMMPPPHHH" was the only sound I could make from then on. Sam completed the gag by wrapping several rounds of yellow packing tape around my head, sealing my mouth and making it impossible for me to spit the sock out.
Sam added his final touch by tying may hands and feet together with more rope, putting me in a hogtie.
Sam looked at me and said, "Excellent job, but something is missing." He approached me and, pulling down my underwear, left me naked, bound, and gagged.
At this point, I began to struggle, but I couldn't accomplish anything. Sam said, "Tell me, what's your name?" but all I could produce were muffled sounds. Sam said, pleased, "Perfect, can't understand a word. You shouldn't speak with your mouth full, you know?"
At that moment, I began to realize that the game was taking an unexpected and unpredictable turn. Helpless and gagged, there was little I could do except playing along.
I understood that the game was turning into something different when I saw Sam, after removing his own underwear, revealing an erect penis that left little doubt about what was about to happen.
"Sorry, but now I'm going to put it in your ass. I think you won't mind," Sam said.
"MMMPPPHHH."
I had an open mind, and to tell you the truth I was starting to enjoy the situation, but at that moment, I didn't know what to think. My mind was a whirlwind of incoherent and confused thoughts. When Sam penetrated me after my initial clumsy and futile attempts to resist what was happening, I felt completely in Sam's hands, totally dominated, as if I were completely possessed by him. The pain of my first time being penetrated initially made me try to scream "stop" through the gag, but in vain. It soon turned into a mixture of resignation and almost serenity, as if that desire to always be in control of situations, which had been part of my character, had finally given way to letting someone else take control without any chance of resistance.
Pleasure and pain, like in the best BDSM stories, intertwined confusingly and left me in a new and surprising state. This reached its climax when Sam, after finishing his act of penetration, turned me onto my side and, standing behind me, began masturbating me. Within a few minutes, Sam brought me to ejaculation.
"This underwear is no longer needed," said Sam. He took a pair of scissors and tore them off. I began to realize that I would have stayed bound and gagged well beyond the "agreed" half an hour. Although protesting was futile, I still tried to convey that I would have preferred to be untied, but my muffled moans, as expected, seemed to amuse Sam.
I continued to struggle, hoping that the ropes might have loosened over time, but Sam had done an excellent job...
After a few minutes, Sam took out more ropes and said to me, "Now I'll put you on the bed, but I'll make you a little more uncomfortable." He lifted me onto his bed, still face down, and used another rope to force may hands and feet even closer together, making any movement more difficult. He added additional ropes to bind my arms to my torso and more rounds of tape over my mouth to reinforce the already effective gag.
"I'll leave you alone for a while; I don't want you to escape. I have more surprises for you."
"MMMPPPHHH."
Sam got dressed, left the room, and locked the door behind him.
Part II
I am naked, bound, and gagged. Sam just left and said he would be back soon. He tied me even tighter; my legs are bent to the point where my hands and feet are very close together. I try to find the knots, but I can't do anything. "I'll make you more uncomfortable," he told me. And he was right. The packing tape on my mouth is tight and wraps around the back of my head, making at least five or six more rounds than before. The gag fills my mouth and prevents any movement of my tongue.
Only muffled groans come out of my mouth. I tried to call out to him. He looked at me before leaving and smiled, saying, "You won't be able to free yourself," satisfied.
I try to struggle, but without any result. It's hot. I feel the ropes tightening, and I understand that the more I move, the worse it gets. But I still try. I'm drenched in sweat by now. So, I try not to move anymore and reflect on the situation I've found myself in: I'm completely immobilized, I had my first anal experience bound and gagged, and the sensations I felt were something I never could have imagined. When I felt his penis trying to penetrate me, my first reaction was to try to stop it somehow, but in the end, it entered me. At first, I tried to say stop, stop... but in the end, I surrendered. It was as if he had entered completely inside me. Not just his penis. His whole body and soul invaded me, and I lost track of time. From his gasps, I understood that he was about to climax, that it would all be over soon... and so, once he finished, he stayed behind me, turned me onto my side, and took my penis in his hands. He gently began to masturbate me: his hands glided slowly at first, then quickly, and then slowly again. Gradually, the excitement took over, and it happened as it was meant to.
Time passes, he left the radio on, so between songs, We announced the time, and I understood that about an hour had passed. It's strange, I'm not afraid. Something tells me he's enjoying the situation, doing everything with almost passion. He's good at tying, where and how did he learn? And the gag, so effective...
I hear a motorbike arriving, now he's coming up the stairs, he puts the key in the door that he closed, I wonder why he did that... maybe he thought I would have managed to free myself, or maybe he wanted to prevent his brother from coming back and entering his room to find the surprise...
He enters the room, looks at me, and says, "You're still here, good. Are you thirsty? It's hot. Do you want some water?"
I nod my head, but it's not enough.
MMMPPPHHH
"I think you're saying yes now," he responds. He tells me that he'll remove the gag to let me drink, and I hope I can say something, that maybe he can untie me now, that there are no problems, that we can talk about what happened together...
He approaches and starts removing the adhesive tape. The last part is clearly stuck to my hair at the back, and it hurts a bit. He tries to be gentle, and in the end, he removes the gag from my mouth. He puts me in a sitting position, or at least as much as the ropes allow.
"Thank you," I say. "The glass of water is ready. Do you want more?"
"Yes, thank you," I reply. I finish drinking and try to talk to him:
“Sam, can we have a chat? Can you untie me now?”
But he already has another gag in his hand, this time it looks bigger. He approaches quickly and says, "Don't ruin everything, open your mouth and be quiet." No, please... But his hand is already forcing the new gag into my mouth. It's bigger and fills my mouth even more. And he starts wrapping the adhesive tape again, several rounds...
MMMPPPHHH
"It's not the right time to talk," he tells me.
I see him approaching a backpack he brought with him and takes out a Polaroid camera. "I'll take some souvenir photos, if you don't mind. You're the model, you know?"
He takes several photos of me, face down, from the side, front, and back. Then he shows them to me, instant Polaroids. He explains in detail how I'm tied up since he even photographed me from behind.
"Now let's play a little," he says.
He takes out a candle from the bedside drawer and lights it. After a moment, I understand why. He lets drops of hot wax drip onto my back... I try to scream stop, but of course, only MMMPPPHHH comes out.
He continues for a few minutes, then carefully removes the hardened wax from my back.
What the hell is he doing?
I hope he stops now, that he's had enough fun. He approaches and starts untying something, it's the rope that binds my hands to my feet, but only that. The other one remains, allowing me to bend my legs to about 90 degrees. He's untying me, I hope. But he's undressing again, now he's naked in front of me and he's hard again... “More comfortable like this? Are you ready?”
Ready for what?
He gets behind me again and places his penis on my right hand. "See what you can do," he says... I understand that he may want me to give him a handjob and I try to do what I can, considering my hands are tied... I decide to go along with it, what other choice do I have? But maybe I'm not good enough, he says that's enough. And I feel him penetrating me again... This time with more force, more pain, but the feeling of surrender and abandonment is there again... Finally, I can tell from his heavy breathing that he's about to finish...
The script repeats itself once more: he turns me onto my side and this time he positions himself in front of me and starts jerking me off.
MMMPPPHHH Again? Am I just a cow to be milked?
He touches me everywhere with his other hand, squeezes my nipples, and continues with the same motions until somehow, I get erect. He seems satisfied, looks at me and says, "See, you can do it." And he continues, his hand moving up and down faster and faster until I climax for the second time that morning. But this time he doesn't stop, his hand keeps going, focusing on the tip, the sensation is incredible, I moan like a madman through the gag, stop, enough... but he laughs... never experienced this before, right?
Finally, he stops.
“Damn it, Luke, it was great, I hope it was for you too,” he says.
MMMPPPHHH, yes, it was, but now untie me, you asshole, I'm starting to get tired.
It's already two o'clock," Sam says, "maybe you need to pee... one moan for yes, two for no, okay?"
MMMPPPHHH, yeah, I really need to pee.
"I'll take you to the bathroom, I'll untie the rope that's holding you tightly now, and I'll tie your ankles in a different way to make it easier. I'll untie the rope that binds your arms, but I'll leave your hands tied."
He fiddles with the ropes and leaves my feet tied so that We can barely move.
He helps me up and supports me standing, so I won't fall as he takes me to the bathroom. I walk with tiny movements; it feels like it takes forever.
When we get to the bathroom, he places me in front of the toilet and takes my penis in his hands. "Go ahead, I'll help you. No problem," he says. The whole situation makes me a little uncomfortable, but in the end, I empty my bladder since I couldn't hold it anymore.
MMMPPPHHH, happy now?
He tells me to stop complaining because it won't change anything anyway.
We return to his room, and I'm tired. He throws me back onto his bed and ties me up again, just like before. All the ropes go back into their places, and I'm tightly bound once more. What will he do now?
"I'll eat something," he says. "You'll eat later when I decide to untie you. I prefer not to let you eat while you're tied up. You might get sick."
Damn, he cares for me, and he really knows what he's doing. Has he experienced this firsthand?
MMMPPPHHH
“No use, I won't untie you for now. Stay calm and quiet; it's worse if you don't”
But what a situation this is.
"I'll eat here, I won't leave you alone. Do you mind?"
MMMPPPHHH Do as you please, I would like to say.
“We agreed that one moan is for yes and two moans are for no. Do you mind?”
MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH
“Good, you've learned the language. You don't mind. So now, when I ask a question, you can answer yes or no. That's the most you can do for now”
“But before eating, let's play another game. See these?”
He holds two clothespins in his hand. He approaches, turns me onto my side, and attaches the clothespins to my nipples. Damn, it hurts, MMMPPPHHH.
“It hurts a bit, right? But it would be worse if you turn around and lie on your stomach, the clothespins would be in an awkward position... I like looking at your face while I eat, and seeing you completely naked is a lot of fun”
I understand the situation and try to stay still on my side as he wants, he's totally in control. He makes me do whatever he wants, however he wants. I'm his doll, that much I've understood by now.
It's a strange situation, I'm gradually getting used to the discomfort of the ropes and the hogtied position I'm tied in. There is nothing else I can do. I watch him eat calmly as if nothing is happening. He finishes eating, asks if I want to drink again. He removes the clothespins from my nipples and squeezes them in his hands, it hurts.
MMMPPPHHH.
He approaches and positions me to allow me to drink, with my upper body slightly elevated, almost sitting, but the ropes prevent me from maintaining the position. He removes the gag and brings the glass to my lips, supporting me so I won't collapse. I drool a bit, some water spills on the bed.
“Please, I beg you, don't put the gag back. I'll be quiet, I promise. And if I break my word, you can gag me whenever you want...”
“I'm sorry, but I set the rules here. I know that if you start talking, we'll end up arguing, and it will ruin the game for me. Enough for now, I've let you speak too much already. Open wide, please.”
He has prepared a new gag: this one looks like a balled-up piece of fabric:
"You'll enjoy the taste, it's the briefs I wore this morning. We're not dirty, I only had them on for a few hours..."
“But Sam, come on... MMMPPPHHH.” He doesn't even let me finish; he fiddles a bit to put his briefs in my mouth until We're completely inside. My cheeks are swollen, the gag is even more voluminous, or at least that's my impression. The usual adhesive tape, and I'm tightly gagged once again.
“Now I’m going to leave you alone again for a while. You see, I have something in mind that I'll tell you now. Do you remember the photos I took earlier? I'm going to keep them at home, in a safe place. Initially, I thought of keeping them just as a memory, but I enjoyed this game too much, and we absolutely must do it again”
MMMPPPHHH MMMMPPPHHH
“I understand your answer, it's a no, and that's why, to convince you, I'll tell you that if you agree to play the game again, the photos will remain hidden. Otherwise, it will be fun to show them to a friend, what do you say? Take your time to think about it. See you later.”
MMMPPPHHH You asshole.
“What a situation though. Enough, I want to escape now. I start struggling with all my strength, like a madman. He stops and watches me as he walks away, saying, "Come on, give it a try, try to free yourself. The game is more fun like this." I exert force on my wrists, trying to loosen the ropes, but to no avail. I give up again.
He approaches again and strokes my face. "Poor Luke, you would like to overcome my knots, you want to be free again. But for now, you're mine, and you will be until I get tired of this game. But it's almost over, let's say it will all be done by six. It's three now, just three more hours... But I want to give you a chance. From your current position, if I leave the wardrobe door open, you'll be able to look at yourself in the mirror. You'll get a better view of how I've arranged you, and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to loosen a knot. Good luck."
MMMPPPHHH
He leaves and locks the door again.
I'm alone again. Having nothing better to do, I follow his advice and shift my gaze towards the mirror. I observe how meticulously the ropes have been positioned to bind me. All the knots are tied in a way that We are out of reach of my fingers, which are the only part of my body I can move. What the hell am I supposed to do? There's little to choose from: just wait for him to decide to untie me.
An hour has passed, a long hour in which I tried to stay calm, doing what little I can in my bound state: I roll onto one side, then onto my stomach, then onto the other side. Fortunately, the bed is big, a double bed, otherwise, I would probably end up on the floor and hurt myself. But clearly, there are no comfortable positions. The gag is quite bothersome, the tape is tightly wrapped, and the balled-up briefs, apart from the strange taste, fill my mouth too much. The legs, bent by the rope that connects my ankles to my wrists, are starting to hurt, but it's bearable. The ropes are secure; clearly, he knows what he's doing. We don't seem to be cutting off circulation, which frankly worries me a bit.
I hear footsteps, the key in the door... He's back. "You're still here," he says, "and still tied up. Let's see, the gag is still in place... perfect."
He turns me onto my side and says, "Nice dick." I don't know whether to be flattered or... MMMPPPHHH... untie me now.
What's he going to do now? Undressing again? Fuck, is he going to have sex with me for the third time?
MMMPPPHHH.
"We'll end on a high note," he says.
This time, he completely removes the ropes that bind my ankles to my wrists. He leaves only my hands and feet tied. He leaves me lying on my stomach. He takes a pillow and positions it under my pelvis. "This way is better," he says. He lies down completely on top of me and starts rubbing his penis against my ass until it becomes erect. Meanwhile, I feel his hand gripping my penis. He starts jerking me off while penetrating me. This time, his thrusts are faster, and I hear the sound of his pelvis repeatedly hitting my buttocks. What does he want to achieve? Panting, he says, "Let's see if we can come together..."
I climax, but he continues with the penetration and with his hand gripping my penis. I try to tell him that I've come, but obviously, he doesn't understand...
MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH... "Remove your fucking hand..." I try to scream
I understand from his breathing and moans that he's about to orgasm. This time, he pulls out, and I feel his semen gushing onto my body. At least this time he didn't come inside me, I tell myself.
He turns me onto my side and admires how I've also climaxed. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he says.
I don't respond. He grabs my testicles and asks again, "Beautiful, isn't it?"
MMMPPPHHH... just once, to say yes, so he'll be satisfied. It would be have been better without all these ropes and this cursed gag. Or not?
"Well, we had fun. Now I'll untie your hands, but the rest is up to you."
Bastard...
"Remember, I have the photos, so once you remove the gag, forget about the matter. Go home and remember there will be a next time, and another, and another unless you want me to show the photos around. I understand that you'd like to talk, but I don't feel like it."
Maybe I had the time of my life. Maybe I realized my deepest and darkest dreams have come to reality, I don’t know.
He calmly unties my hands. Finally. I move with difficulty. First, I try to remove the gag, but I can't. He says I must do it in front of a mirror, that I have to untie my ankles first. The knot is well done. He approaches and says, "Well, I'll help you." He calmly loosens the knot and frees my feet. Perhaps he takes pity on me and removes the tape from my mouth himself. But in the end, he says, "You'll have to remove the gag from your mouth yourself, though." Is he making fun of me?
"Your clothes are on the chair. I bought you a pair of underwear in your size; you'll find them on the chair. As for yours, well, I cut them up," he says, smiling.
I quickly get dressed, struggling to stand and move.
"It will pass," he says. "The marks from the ropes will fade, and tomorrow there will be nothing left." I look at my wrists and ankles, there are vivid red marks on my skin. I hope We really do fade.
“It's already evening, no one will notice” he says. "Go home now, but if you like, eat and have something to drink first."
I decide to leave quickly. I only ask him, "Why?"
He replies, "It's a release for me."
There is a lot I would like to say, but I decide it’s not the time nor the place.
“To the next time then” I just say.
“You can count on it” Sam replies.