no game (m/m)
Posted: Sat May 07, 2022 8:23 pm
"well well" he said, guess no game for you.
I squirmed and mmmpphed loudly into my gag.
Nope.
He tied me well. No game for me.
What did I do.
After all, I barely knew this guy.
He strapped the ball gag very tight indeed.
Surgical tape was wound several times around my head for good measure.
He trussed me up well.
How did we get here? How on earth did I let this happen.
Not smart.
....A few weeks earlier....
I had just moved to this quiet town in the South of the country.
Ready to embark on another chapter of my life.
I had been fortunate to have a profitable career.
My dream had always been to move to the country side and build us a nice house.
Building a business and selling it, had given me quite the privileged position in life.
We bought a nice plot of land and built our dream house on it.
My girlfriend had known of my preference for wearing soccer kits.
Not soon after we moved in together, she discovered my huge soccer sock collection.
Although she did not fully understand, she was ok with it and did not look surprised when I would head out to a game, dressed in full kit with my socks pulled up over my knees.
she had occasionally obliged to tie me up yet she never really got into it.
It certainly never was as that time way back, in my teenage years when I was tied and gagged an tortured by Chris and Tom (read my older stories if you want to know what happened back then).
That was a long time ago.
I moved on.
After moving in, I quickly joined the local soccer team.
That is where things took a turn for the unexpected.
...back to now...
"mmmmppph" (what the fuck???)
He just laughed.
"I am only getting started".
I did not see this one coming.
As every Sunday, I got dressed for the usual friendly game on Sunday afternoon.
Since their older goalie had gladly left his post to me, I had quickly become the usual goalie for the local team.
They played in bright orange kit, socks, shorts and shirt.
" Don't stay too long" my girlfriend said.
She knew that the game was only a precursor for having a drink with mates after the game.
"no no, this time I will be back in time" I reassured her.
Having put my kit on, I left the house and biked over to the local soccer field.
I got to the dressing rooms and greeted my fellow team mates.
Jeroen was already out on the pitch they said.
As I was already dressed, I decided to head out and do some warm ups.
Entering the pitch I met Jeroen, who was already doing some warming up laps.
We were the only ones out.
I joined him for a few laps around the pitch.
"I am desperate for a pee" I told him and headed out into the bushes behind the pitch.
When I was busy readjusting my jock strap, I was pushed violently from behind.
I fell onto my knees.
Before I knew what was happening, a ball gag was strapped into my mouth.
I started shouting but...
Next I felt my arms being pulled behind my back.
Rope was looped around and in between my wrists. A quick but effective tie.
I fought back and tried to turn around to get a look of my assailant.
He kept pushing me down though.
More rope was added tying my elbows quite painfully together.
I screamed into the ball gag.
Next, he pulled me up and I was face to face with him.
Shit......
I squirmed and mmmpphed loudly into my gag.
Nope.
He tied me well. No game for me.
What did I do.
After all, I barely knew this guy.
He strapped the ball gag very tight indeed.
Surgical tape was wound several times around my head for good measure.
He trussed me up well.
How did we get here? How on earth did I let this happen.
Not smart.
....A few weeks earlier....
I had just moved to this quiet town in the South of the country.
Ready to embark on another chapter of my life.
I had been fortunate to have a profitable career.
My dream had always been to move to the country side and build us a nice house.
Building a business and selling it, had given me quite the privileged position in life.
We bought a nice plot of land and built our dream house on it.
My girlfriend had known of my preference for wearing soccer kits.
Not soon after we moved in together, she discovered my huge soccer sock collection.
Although she did not fully understand, she was ok with it and did not look surprised when I would head out to a game, dressed in full kit with my socks pulled up over my knees.
she had occasionally obliged to tie me up yet she never really got into it.
It certainly never was as that time way back, in my teenage years when I was tied and gagged an tortured by Chris and Tom (read my older stories if you want to know what happened back then).
That was a long time ago.
I moved on.
After moving in, I quickly joined the local soccer team.
That is where things took a turn for the unexpected.
...back to now...
"mmmmppph" (what the fuck???)
He just laughed.
"I am only getting started".
I did not see this one coming.
As every Sunday, I got dressed for the usual friendly game on Sunday afternoon.
Since their older goalie had gladly left his post to me, I had quickly become the usual goalie for the local team.
They played in bright orange kit, socks, shorts and shirt.
" Don't stay too long" my girlfriend said.
She knew that the game was only a precursor for having a drink with mates after the game.
"no no, this time I will be back in time" I reassured her.
Having put my kit on, I left the house and biked over to the local soccer field.
I got to the dressing rooms and greeted my fellow team mates.
Jeroen was already out on the pitch they said.
As I was already dressed, I decided to head out and do some warm ups.
Entering the pitch I met Jeroen, who was already doing some warming up laps.
We were the only ones out.
I joined him for a few laps around the pitch.
"I am desperate for a pee" I told him and headed out into the bushes behind the pitch.
When I was busy readjusting my jock strap, I was pushed violently from behind.
I fell onto my knees.
Before I knew what was happening, a ball gag was strapped into my mouth.
I started shouting but...
Next I felt my arms being pulled behind my back.
Rope was looped around and in between my wrists. A quick but effective tie.
I fought back and tried to turn around to get a look of my assailant.
He kept pushing me down though.
More rope was added tying my elbows quite painfully together.
I screamed into the ball gag.
Next, he pulled me up and I was face to face with him.
Shit......