Tie-Up Escape Game Hookup (M/M)
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2024 12:58 pm
A few years back, during a hoe phase of mine before I met my current partner, I used the gay dating app recon to meet up with people for bondage. I've used some of these encounters as inspiration for my fiction stories, but I figured -that while less dramatic- sharing some of the true stories of kinky hookups could be fun too.
I'd been talking to this guy, let's call him G, about bondage and escape challenges and we decided to meet up. We met at a restaurant to make sure the vibes were right, and then he invited me to his house on a day is roommates were gone. G was kind, subtly funny, had a lot of overlapping interests with me (video games and DND in particular), and genuinely fun to hang out with. He was a little older than me - I think at the time I was 23 and he was 28 or 29 - and was pretty involved in his local gay kink scene. He was also, quite hot. He was tall, with a bit of a belly, had thick thighs, and a cute face.
He showed me to his room. Hed laid his gear out on his bed, and I laid mine out as well. We went over limits and safewords, set the rules for the game and began.
Round 1 - Rope, no anchor points
He ordered me to strip to my underwear, which I eagerly did. At the time I only wore boxer briefs, so I assume that was what i had that day. I was hard already, as he led my arms behind my back and started tying my wrists together. Once my wrists were bound, he looped the rope around my chest and over my shoulders, creating a rope chest harness that kept my bound wrists secured to my back. Once my top half was secure, he stood behind me, reached his hand around, and grabbed my dick through my underwear. I shuttered and warned him to be careful - I tended to cum pretty quick when tied up. He squeezed my cock then released, slapped my ass, and guided me to his bed. I tried for a second to roll onto it, but without my hands and with the height of his bed I wasn't able to get fully up, at least not quick enough for G. So instead, he guided me down to the floor and helped me lay on my belly.
He tied my ankles together, then brought me into a snug hogtie. It was wonderful. I felt helpless. The tie was just the right amount of uncomfortable to make me aware that I was restrained and motivated me to get loose. G took a step back, and started the stopwatch on his phone.
I pulled at the bonds, tugging my wrists and wiggling on the floor. I tried to stretch my arms backwards to reach the knot securing my ankles. In a hogtie where the rope connecting my ankles ties directly to my wrists, I can usually escape by reaching back - bending uncomfortably far for a few seconds to reach the knot and undo it. G, however, had attached the ankle rope to the chest harness, and the chest harness kept my wrists pinned high enough that I couldn't reach them back. He'd done well. For a second I thought he might have secured me inescapably in round one.
But I am quite good at escaping. Which is a double edged sword. On the one hand I love the sense of accomplishment from breaking free, the pride of out maneuvering my captor. On the other hand it means that there have been only a very few times in my life where I haven't been able to break free - and I crave bondage where I can't get out. Part of my hope with a progressive bondage escape challenge like this is that over the course of each round, G would learn and get better at securing me until he had me trussed up in a way I couldn't escape.
This first hogtie was a lot better than I'd expected, and gave me hope that G might just truly restrain in a later round. Not this round though. I twisted and wiggled my wrists, and then my whole body, no doubt looking pathetic strung up on the floor. As I moved my body, the chest harness started to sag, until I was able to get it loose enough that it was little more than decorative. My wrists were still tied, but I could move them higher or lower on my back. I wiggled myself onto my side, and was now able to stretch my bound wrists back enough to untie my ankles. The ankle knot was pretty sturdy, and it took a few painful stretches back before I undid it, but I managed to release my ankles. I stood up, the loosened rope chest harness fell to my wrist. I walked over to the door and opened it with my still bound wrists.
G stopped the timer.
We'd decided an "escape" would count as finished when the bound person left the room. The idea behind this was that they had made out of the dungeon and could flee or get help. By now the rope on my wrists was already loose, and given enough time I would have gotten my hands free too, but since we were in a competition to escape quickly, I decided best to only get as free as I needed. G untied my wrists and prepared for his turn.
I took off his shirt, leaving his jeans on for now. I wanted to slowly strip him over the course of the challenge, not rush right into it.
I had thought of doing a hogtie, but for the sake of variety decided to truss him up a different way. I had him sit on the ground and bend forward, so he could hold his ankles with his hands. I tied his left wrist to left ankle and his right wrist to his right ankle. I then tied each arm, right above the elbow, to his leg right above the knee. I left him there and started the stopwatch.
I had hoped that the added rope and position of his body would keep him from being able to close his legs. That was not the case. He quickly wiggled the upper arm/leg ropes loose so they fell down to his wrists/ankles. Then he rolled back onto his back, then onto his side. He brought his legs together, which got his wrists close enough that he could use both bound hands to untie the knots. He released himself, stood up, and walked over to the door, fully free from the rope.
We didn't need to compare times. G had escaped much quicker than me, and won round one.
I'd been talking to this guy, let's call him G, about bondage and escape challenges and we decided to meet up. We met at a restaurant to make sure the vibes were right, and then he invited me to his house on a day is roommates were gone. G was kind, subtly funny, had a lot of overlapping interests with me (video games and DND in particular), and genuinely fun to hang out with. He was a little older than me - I think at the time I was 23 and he was 28 or 29 - and was pretty involved in his local gay kink scene. He was also, quite hot. He was tall, with a bit of a belly, had thick thighs, and a cute face.
He showed me to his room. Hed laid his gear out on his bed, and I laid mine out as well. We went over limits and safewords, set the rules for the game and began.
Round 1 - Rope, no anchor points
He ordered me to strip to my underwear, which I eagerly did. At the time I only wore boxer briefs, so I assume that was what i had that day. I was hard already, as he led my arms behind my back and started tying my wrists together. Once my wrists were bound, he looped the rope around my chest and over my shoulders, creating a rope chest harness that kept my bound wrists secured to my back. Once my top half was secure, he stood behind me, reached his hand around, and grabbed my dick through my underwear. I shuttered and warned him to be careful - I tended to cum pretty quick when tied up. He squeezed my cock then released, slapped my ass, and guided me to his bed. I tried for a second to roll onto it, but without my hands and with the height of his bed I wasn't able to get fully up, at least not quick enough for G. So instead, he guided me down to the floor and helped me lay on my belly.
He tied my ankles together, then brought me into a snug hogtie. It was wonderful. I felt helpless. The tie was just the right amount of uncomfortable to make me aware that I was restrained and motivated me to get loose. G took a step back, and started the stopwatch on his phone.
I pulled at the bonds, tugging my wrists and wiggling on the floor. I tried to stretch my arms backwards to reach the knot securing my ankles. In a hogtie where the rope connecting my ankles ties directly to my wrists, I can usually escape by reaching back - bending uncomfortably far for a few seconds to reach the knot and undo it. G, however, had attached the ankle rope to the chest harness, and the chest harness kept my wrists pinned high enough that I couldn't reach them back. He'd done well. For a second I thought he might have secured me inescapably in round one.
But I am quite good at escaping. Which is a double edged sword. On the one hand I love the sense of accomplishment from breaking free, the pride of out maneuvering my captor. On the other hand it means that there have been only a very few times in my life where I haven't been able to break free - and I crave bondage where I can't get out. Part of my hope with a progressive bondage escape challenge like this is that over the course of each round, G would learn and get better at securing me until he had me trussed up in a way I couldn't escape.
This first hogtie was a lot better than I'd expected, and gave me hope that G might just truly restrain in a later round. Not this round though. I twisted and wiggled my wrists, and then my whole body, no doubt looking pathetic strung up on the floor. As I moved my body, the chest harness started to sag, until I was able to get it loose enough that it was little more than decorative. My wrists were still tied, but I could move them higher or lower on my back. I wiggled myself onto my side, and was now able to stretch my bound wrists back enough to untie my ankles. The ankle knot was pretty sturdy, and it took a few painful stretches back before I undid it, but I managed to release my ankles. I stood up, the loosened rope chest harness fell to my wrist. I walked over to the door and opened it with my still bound wrists.
G stopped the timer.
We'd decided an "escape" would count as finished when the bound person left the room. The idea behind this was that they had made out of the dungeon and could flee or get help. By now the rope on my wrists was already loose, and given enough time I would have gotten my hands free too, but since we were in a competition to escape quickly, I decided best to only get as free as I needed. G untied my wrists and prepared for his turn.
I took off his shirt, leaving his jeans on for now. I wanted to slowly strip him over the course of the challenge, not rush right into it.
I had thought of doing a hogtie, but for the sake of variety decided to truss him up a different way. I had him sit on the ground and bend forward, so he could hold his ankles with his hands. I tied his left wrist to left ankle and his right wrist to his right ankle. I then tied each arm, right above the elbow, to his leg right above the knee. I left him there and started the stopwatch.
I had hoped that the added rope and position of his body would keep him from being able to close his legs. That was not the case. He quickly wiggled the upper arm/leg ropes loose so they fell down to his wrists/ankles. Then he rolled back onto his back, then onto his side. He brought his legs together, which got his wrists close enough that he could use both bound hands to untie the knots. He released himself, stood up, and walked over to the door, fully free from the rope.
We didn't need to compare times. G had escaped much quicker than me, and won round one.