Army Training M/M
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2020 3:54 am
More of a wholesome, heartwarming tale than a fun one that seems more common. Hope yall enjoy.
Recently returned from a small vacation where I visited an old college buddy, Greg.
He and I are like brothers, and know basically everything about each other. He knows how I use tying as a form of mentoring (see "captor's log" for more info) and I know about the rough stuff he has been through.
During my stay there, I agreed to be tied. There was some things I did and said in the past to him that I regretted, and I wanted to make it up to him. Show him that I had learned.
"Luckily" for me, Greg had been in special forces training, including learning how they tie up prisoners.
Now, I shouldn't give many details, but they tend to weave the rope together in a way that simultaneously cinches it, and makes unraveling it a slow, methodical process.
We began with me laying down, and getting blindfolded. Patiently and methodically, Greg wrapped and laced my wrists, cinched, wrapped, laced. It took more time than a traditional tie, but I felt stuck within the first few coils.
Next, he bound my shins, from my ankles to my knees, again cinching and lacing, keeping it in a spiral pattern (which I have stolen haha).
Finally, he took the last rope, and tightly hogtied me. My shoulders were back, and my back arched, my head not easily able to rest on the floor. I could easily touch the heels of my feet with my fingers.
My breathing got faster. But not from strain. I was flooded with memories. Years of them, side by side with Greg. Growth, challenges, victories, long hard nights, talks over a cup of coffee, all of that came flooding back. Along with the mistakes I made, and the foolish things I said that hurt him.
This wasn't a punishment, or some hazing. This was a way for me to show him that despite my earlier behavior, I had learned to trust him. Put my life in his hands, and know I would be ok. He was willing to leave it at that, but I told him to gag me. That it would be right.
So in went a thick cloth, which he then tied in place with a tight cleave gag. I was showing him that I wouldn't use my words to hurt him again. After a bit of him talking, he forgave me. Said he never really held it against me, but appreciated me making it right.
After a while, he said he could untie me, or let me struggle. As a dom, it's not natural for me to submit to restraint anyway, so I set about to struggling.
I started arching my back slightly more (didn't have much more I could do) and looking for knots. That quickly turned out to be a fool's errand. A side effect of starting off blindfolded was I didn't know where specific knots were. A side effect if the cinching was that there were literally dozens of knot-like formations in the rope, all of which would have been tedious to loosen, if it were even possible.
Well, that leaves me with the option of slipping my hands out.
After a good amount of strained muscles, reddened skin, and frustrated grunts, I managed to get my right wrist loose (and only because he tied me fairly loosely. It would have taken probably hours longer if he was a bit more strict.
I thought I was in the clear, but that cinching is no joke. Even after removing my blindfold, I had no clue what strand of rope to start loosening. I picked one at random, taking some of the slack from my now free right wrist, and loosening the rest of the coils.
Finally after 20 minutes of that nonsense, this singular tangled mess of rope lay on the floor next to me. I looked up at Greg with a big goofy grin amd pounced at him. The two of us wrestled for a while, just messing around, trying not to break stuff, haha.
It was such a freeing experience, and brought him right back to his army training. Which leads to part two.
To be continued.
Recently returned from a small vacation where I visited an old college buddy, Greg.
He and I are like brothers, and know basically everything about each other. He knows how I use tying as a form of mentoring (see "captor's log" for more info) and I know about the rough stuff he has been through.
During my stay there, I agreed to be tied. There was some things I did and said in the past to him that I regretted, and I wanted to make it up to him. Show him that I had learned.
"Luckily" for me, Greg had been in special forces training, including learning how they tie up prisoners.
Now, I shouldn't give many details, but they tend to weave the rope together in a way that simultaneously cinches it, and makes unraveling it a slow, methodical process.
We began with me laying down, and getting blindfolded. Patiently and methodically, Greg wrapped and laced my wrists, cinched, wrapped, laced. It took more time than a traditional tie, but I felt stuck within the first few coils.
Next, he bound my shins, from my ankles to my knees, again cinching and lacing, keeping it in a spiral pattern (which I have stolen haha).
Finally, he took the last rope, and tightly hogtied me. My shoulders were back, and my back arched, my head not easily able to rest on the floor. I could easily touch the heels of my feet with my fingers.
My breathing got faster. But not from strain. I was flooded with memories. Years of them, side by side with Greg. Growth, challenges, victories, long hard nights, talks over a cup of coffee, all of that came flooding back. Along with the mistakes I made, and the foolish things I said that hurt him.
This wasn't a punishment, or some hazing. This was a way for me to show him that despite my earlier behavior, I had learned to trust him. Put my life in his hands, and know I would be ok. He was willing to leave it at that, but I told him to gag me. That it would be right.
So in went a thick cloth, which he then tied in place with a tight cleave gag. I was showing him that I wouldn't use my words to hurt him again. After a bit of him talking, he forgave me. Said he never really held it against me, but appreciated me making it right.
After a while, he said he could untie me, or let me struggle. As a dom, it's not natural for me to submit to restraint anyway, so I set about to struggling.
I started arching my back slightly more (didn't have much more I could do) and looking for knots. That quickly turned out to be a fool's errand. A side effect of starting off blindfolded was I didn't know where specific knots were. A side effect if the cinching was that there were literally dozens of knot-like formations in the rope, all of which would have been tedious to loosen, if it were even possible.
Well, that leaves me with the option of slipping my hands out.
After a good amount of strained muscles, reddened skin, and frustrated grunts, I managed to get my right wrist loose (and only because he tied me fairly loosely. It would have taken probably hours longer if he was a bit more strict.
I thought I was in the clear, but that cinching is no joke. Even after removing my blindfold, I had no clue what strand of rope to start loosening. I picked one at random, taking some of the slack from my now free right wrist, and loosening the rest of the coils.
Finally after 20 minutes of that nonsense, this singular tangled mess of rope lay on the floor next to me. I looked up at Greg with a big goofy grin amd pounced at him. The two of us wrestled for a while, just messing around, trying not to break stuff, haha.
It was such a freeing experience, and brought him right back to his army training. Which leads to part two.
To be continued.