Cuffed, gagged, and imprisoned by a cute boy [M/M]

[MegaX1231]

I entered his house that afternoon with trepidation. It's not often that you agree to be a cute boy's prisoner.

When I arrive, he greets me, his blond hair and brown eyes framed by his brown metal glasses and that dapper smile. He's even cuter than he was on Grindr!

We cut right to the chase. He escorts me to his bedroom upstairs and tells me to get on me knees and face the wall in the corner of the room, hands behind my back. He says, "Keep your hands right there and don't move. I'll be right back."

Twenty minutes go by, and my new captor still hasn't returned. My knees are getting sore and I think my hands are getting numb from holding them like this behind my back for so long. I start weighing the consequences. "Ehh," I think. "He probably won't be back for a few more minutes. I can stand up and rest."

Right as I get up off my knees, he returns and his face is fuming. "Bad boy!" He's holding a box and he sets it on the bed as he grabs my torso roughly. Instinctually, I resist, and I'm in full panic now. I start screaming and flailing my hands around as he attempts to bring them behind my back.

"I was gonna go easy with the restraints, but you've left me no choice. I need to keep you secure and under control."

Finally, he has me pinned to the bed. I know that there's no way out now. So I chose my eyes and relent.

"Hands behind your back!"

He brandishes a pair of silver metal hinged handcuffs and quickly clicks them on my wrists. They're tighter and colder than I expected. Since they're hinged, I can't move my hands around at all and I can barely stretch my arms.

But he's not done. He has a pair of leg irons that I'm quickly put in. Then he decides to attack my cuffs to my new leg shackles. I thought that this would be it, but the box isn't empty. He pulls out a leather panel gag.

My eyes widen in horror. "Now," he says gently. "You're going to stay quiet while we get you settled in. I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Understood?"

I nod as a tear sheds down my face. I feel so humiliated as he wraps the muzzle around my face. The heavily padded, thick leather contraption molded my lower face and jaw tightly, and the straps secured snugly around my head. I couldn't make a single sound. I don't know why, but I feel a little calmer.

Finally, he finishes off my bondage by binding my arms to my body with several layers of duct tape, preventing me from moving my arms or even stretching my arms.

"There," he says. "Now that you're all nice and comfy, let's go have some fun. You look really cute all chained up and gagged like that."

I blush. I feel so embarrassed, being all trussed up like this. I feel so safe and secure, weirdly enough. It's as if I know that I'm being taken care of and I know that I don't have to worry about anything. It's out of my control. My life is in his hands now.

He pulls me into an embrace while he attempts to calm me down. "This is for your own safety. And again, you look so fucking adorable!" He kisses me on my gagged mouth and pushes my glasses up my nose. They had slipped during the struggle, I guess. They fit very snugly behind my ears, so they don't slip often. I was so dazed, I hadn't even noticed.

We go downstairs and his living room has a large couch that could easily pass for a bed. We watch anime while he cuddles me. He checks on my restraints every so often, asking in the most gentle voice if my cuffs or gag are too tight. He'll even push my glasses up my nose whenever they slip since I can't do it myself.

We continue to cuddle for a couple more hours. After we're done watching TV, it's almost time for bed. He's prepared a small cage for me to sleep in. He doesn't trust me enough to sleep unrestrained, but he thinks that since I've been a good boy, he'll put me in more comfortable restraints.

He marches me to the bedroom and has me kneel and face the wall in the corner on my knees. When he returns, he's holding blue Velcro cuffs and leg restraints, as well as some new clothes — an orange long-sleeve jumpsuit. I'm released from my bondage and right when I put my hand to my gag, he slaps my hand and says, "No! The gag stays on!" I'm told to undress and put on the jumpsuit. I nod and do as I'm told.

When I exit the bathroom, he sternly says, "Hands in the air!" He puts the leg irons back on me, and wraps the Velcro cuff around my left hand, then around my right hand. The cuffs are attached to a black Velcro belly restraint, preventing me from moving my hands away from my body. He decides that while he wants me to be more comfortable, he still wants me tightly secure, so he takes the pair of metal handcuffs and puts them over the Velcro cuffs, bringing my hands closer together. He finishes it off by securing my metal cuffs to my leg shackles via a chain.

I can barely move an inch, but I'm oddly more comfortable than I've ever been in my life. I feel so natural and safe.

I try to ask if he can remove the gag, but he doesn't trust me to stay quiet. He escorts me to my cage and takes off my glasses. When he locks me in, i lay on my pallet of blankets and pillows and quickly drift to sleep. I felt so safe and warm.

When I wake up, it's morning and he unlocks the cage to let me out. He tells me to wait downstairs for him at the kitchen table as he puts my glasses on my face and pushes them up my nose gently. As I'm walking down the stairs, I suddenly realize that I'm still cuffed and shackled. I hadn't even noticed when I woke up. It had been over twelve hours since my bondage began, and yet my restraints already felt like a natural part of me; an extension of me. I'd feel naked without them.

[Shadesflirty]

I really like the tone of this story. Well done

[Sniffmyfeet]

I agree, the tone of this story is really playful and therefore very nice. The sub truly wants to be a good sub and I like how safe he feels while he is in bondage.