A Bondage Meetup (M/M)
Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2021 4:15 am
This is a true experience I had some time ago, the first part, anyway...
I was in my early twenties and at that point and meeting up with people quite regularly for bondage. This experience was my third time with this individual who was in his mid 30s, slightly taller than me, with black cropped hair and a large build. I had short brown hair, a swimmers build and was relatively hairless. We spoke about our fantasies and kinks at length; mine were to be bound and gagged, held captive in my underwear (I have fetish for briefs) and eventually edged. He had similar interests but wanted to role play a kidnapping scenario. He would pick me from the subway station and we would drive to his spare apartment, one that he used specifically for this sort of thing, or when he had friends visiting town since he was in a committed and healthy relationship. The last times we had played was at his house, so this was new.
He picked me up and we drove about 10 minutes, small talking about our work lives and about our kinks. I felt a combination of sexual anticipation and nervousness, the deep breath before the plunge. We arrived at the apartment and I walked about, looking into every room. It was what you might expect from an apartment of this type, the bare amenities and not much more. After a drink of water, he gathered his things as I went into the bathroom to change. We had established that the role play would begin when I walked out of the bathroom. He told me not to be scared, that he would play his part when he saw me next but that it was only an act and that my limits would be respected.
I went into the bathroom and got undressed as my heart began to race. I changed into a fresh pair of white bikini briefs, knee high socks and plain black shorts with no shirt. I took a moment before walking out into a quiet, dimly lit apartment and into the living room...that’s when he came up behind me. He clamped a heavy palm over my mouth and I let out a startled, muffled cry.
“You’re mine now.” He said menacingly into my ear as he used his other arm to pin my elbows against his chest and prevent me from escaping. I had no idea how quickly my ability to talk would be cut off, as he promptly began stuffing my mouth with an ankle sock, using thick fingers to wedge it inside. Once that was done he quickly wrapped my wrists in duct tape. He then forced me down unto my knees and that's when I began slowly pushing the sock out. His hand appeared before my face again and began pushing the sock back in with heavy fingers.
There was no chance to cry timeout or blurt out a safeword, just a muffled: “MMMPPHHGG?!?”
I was kneeling with my hands secured behind my back when he began fixing the tape across my mouth and wrapping it around my head tightly, unraveling the tape as he went instead of cutting it and placing it on my face delicately. After three revolutions, he tore it off and I was left wide eyed and incoherent with tape encircling the lower half of my face. As this was happening I could the unmistakable presence of my erection as it grew and pressed against the pouch of my briefs, bent awkwardly and throbbing. A familiar and wonderful pain. He then began wrapping tape around around my chest as I muffled incoherently, watching him immobilize me with wide, panicked eyes. There was no opportunity for hesitation. No, “Hey, wait a second…” or “Would you mind if you…” Just me kneeling bound and gagged in a stranger’s apartment. He pushed me unto my stomach, so now I was lying face down on a cold living room floor. He crossed my ankles and wound the tape tightly around them. I lifted myself unto my side and tried to squirm away, playing the victim as the moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of an electronic ringtone. I stopped and considered the sound for a moment, like a deer in headlights. He got up from his haunches, reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. Without saying a word to me, he answered the phone call.
The next 20 minutes has lived rent free in my mind ever since. The man taking a phone call as I lay a few feet away from him, bound and gagged, trying to cry out for help to the person on the other end. I played the part of a desperate captive and he didn’t try to dissuade me or move to a quiet corner of the room to continue the call. He just spoke and watched me. Sometimes he’d tease me with a foot or rub his groin as I squirmed, but he never looked away.
I was in my early twenties and at that point and meeting up with people quite regularly for bondage. This experience was my third time with this individual who was in his mid 30s, slightly taller than me, with black cropped hair and a large build. I had short brown hair, a swimmers build and was relatively hairless. We spoke about our fantasies and kinks at length; mine were to be bound and gagged, held captive in my underwear (I have fetish for briefs) and eventually edged. He had similar interests but wanted to role play a kidnapping scenario. He would pick me from the subway station and we would drive to his spare apartment, one that he used specifically for this sort of thing, or when he had friends visiting town since he was in a committed and healthy relationship. The last times we had played was at his house, so this was new.
He picked me up and we drove about 10 minutes, small talking about our work lives and about our kinks. I felt a combination of sexual anticipation and nervousness, the deep breath before the plunge. We arrived at the apartment and I walked about, looking into every room. It was what you might expect from an apartment of this type, the bare amenities and not much more. After a drink of water, he gathered his things as I went into the bathroom to change. We had established that the role play would begin when I walked out of the bathroom. He told me not to be scared, that he would play his part when he saw me next but that it was only an act and that my limits would be respected.
I went into the bathroom and got undressed as my heart began to race. I changed into a fresh pair of white bikini briefs, knee high socks and plain black shorts with no shirt. I took a moment before walking out into a quiet, dimly lit apartment and into the living room...that’s when he came up behind me. He clamped a heavy palm over my mouth and I let out a startled, muffled cry.
“You’re mine now.” He said menacingly into my ear as he used his other arm to pin my elbows against his chest and prevent me from escaping. I had no idea how quickly my ability to talk would be cut off, as he promptly began stuffing my mouth with an ankle sock, using thick fingers to wedge it inside. Once that was done he quickly wrapped my wrists in duct tape. He then forced me down unto my knees and that's when I began slowly pushing the sock out. His hand appeared before my face again and began pushing the sock back in with heavy fingers.
There was no chance to cry timeout or blurt out a safeword, just a muffled: “MMMPPHHGG?!?”
I was kneeling with my hands secured behind my back when he began fixing the tape across my mouth and wrapping it around my head tightly, unraveling the tape as he went instead of cutting it and placing it on my face delicately. After three revolutions, he tore it off and I was left wide eyed and incoherent with tape encircling the lower half of my face. As this was happening I could the unmistakable presence of my erection as it grew and pressed against the pouch of my briefs, bent awkwardly and throbbing. A familiar and wonderful pain. He then began wrapping tape around around my chest as I muffled incoherently, watching him immobilize me with wide, panicked eyes. There was no opportunity for hesitation. No, “Hey, wait a second…” or “Would you mind if you…” Just me kneeling bound and gagged in a stranger’s apartment. He pushed me unto my stomach, so now I was lying face down on a cold living room floor. He crossed my ankles and wound the tape tightly around them. I lifted myself unto my side and tried to squirm away, playing the victim as the moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of an electronic ringtone. I stopped and considered the sound for a moment, like a deer in headlights. He got up from his haunches, reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. Without saying a word to me, he answered the phone call.
The next 20 minutes has lived rent free in my mind ever since. The man taking a phone call as I lay a few feet away from him, bound and gagged, trying to cry out for help to the person on the other end. I played the part of a desperate captive and he didn’t try to dissuade me or move to a quiet corner of the room to continue the call. He just spoke and watched me. Sometimes he’d tease me with a foot or rub his groin as I squirmed, but he never looked away.