Ulterior motives (M/M)

Postby Lelouch » Thu May 22, 2014 11:53 am

Greetings forum goers. I'm pretty new to this site. Actually really new. Despite already introducing myself I thought the best way for me to get to know you guys and for you to get to know me. SO I composed a short story of one of my most memorable TUGs and also how I came to like them. I figured this story will be a pretty good way for people to understand what type of person I am.

I didn't think this was long enough to split into two parts but I do feel it was rather long for a one part story.

Anyway, without further delay.

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"Do you remember the 90s?" My cousin asked.

We hadn't really spoken much during our life time as relatives and we only recently began getting to know each other when our grandfather had fallen ill. But despite being so distant from each other we were extremely comfortable with one and other as if we'd spoken every day of our lives.

"Of course I remember the 90s." I replied.

"But wouldn't you have only been up to six years old?" Granted this was true but it's hard to forget the things I feel most nostalgic about.

"It's hard for me to forget Alien Ant Farm, Shakira singing whenever, Where ever, Need for Speed and having that boy who had just moved from Scotland either tied to my computer chair or at the bottom of my bed while he watched me play my video games." It was a surprisingly honest answer coming from me which was very unusual. When it comes to family I'm never honest about myself.

"You had a boy tied up at the end of your bed?" She asked me curiously.

Of course we were just kids and it actually started out with him tying me up one time. As I said he had just moved from Scotland and was lacking in friends, but living just across the road from our school and only around the corner from myself he was some one I easily befriended.

Come to think of it he is probably the reason I'm now twenty years old and still into tying people up.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so it started out with him tying me up one time. He just used cotton waist band from my dressing gown robe to tie my hands behind my back and needless to say it was no challenge to escape from even for my six year old self. Like everything back then once I had a turn it was his time for him to be tied up. Only fair after all.

The rules were simple, if he could escape he could tie me up again and we'd go like that. But unlike him I used shoe laces to tie his wrists and ankles. I'd been taught how to tie my shoe laces from an early age so making knots, tight knots was easy for me. And so it came to be that he never did manage to escape from me whenever he visited, and the joyous thing about it was he always visited, only wanting to be tied up in some way shape or form.

Side note, I wish we were still friends. If we had kept that up until now we'd have had some crazy stories to tell I would imagine.

So I told my cousin all about it. I told her everything from the 90s. Things I dared not tell anybody else. Even about me being gay, despite the fear of her telling her Dad who would tell my Dad that I still haven't told to this day about it. But it was a something she kept with her.

Time went by and we constantly got to know each other a lot better. She was getting married to the man of her dreams, worked as a bouncer at local night clubs and was working day times running an equestrian centre. I always did maintain we were the ideal male and female stereotypes, me with my cars and her with her ponies, it was like a perfect split of boy/girl toys from a McDonalds happy meal.

She invited me to go visit her at the stables and meet her husband to be. He was also a bouncer. He was two years older than us both, and was much larger than myself, had extremely short hair, his face was covered in stubble and he was very intimidating, except for his eyes... he had very soft, blue eyes.

In short he was the exact opposite of myself. I am small, weak looking, not intimidating in the slightest. My hair is long and dark and my face is very clean shaven. Like I said, opposites. My eyes however are dark, very angry looking. Often described as black bullets. If only looks could kill right?

I arrived at the stable and did the whole meet and greet routine when he asked me to go and give him a hand in one of the parts of the building that wasn't in use by any kind of person or animal.

"Hold out your hand for me." he said, and without hesitation I complied. He took a tight grip around my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back.

"Lisa told me you would be into this." the bigger man told me as I felt the cold of metal clamping around my wrist. He was like a policeman with his method for handcuffing me. Very quickly he took hold of my other wrist and before I knew it both of my hands were securely fastened behind me.

"Well actually. I'm usually the one binding peoples wrists with handcuffs." I sniggered but was totally serious.

"Oh. My mistake. Then feel free to get me back if you can." My future cousin was deadly serious. He may even be more of a sadist than myself. Which is hard to believe.

I wasn't even going to entertain him. I accepted that my wrists were tightly bound and didn't even try to struggle. It would only be a waste of effort anyway.

In the corner of the room was a large wooden box. Each stable had one, usually full of straps and the likes for saddling up horses. But not this one. I saw inside and gazed upon the rope, the chains, the tape, different types of gags, spreader bars, stocks and one of those small electro stimulation packs. I guess my cousin and I had a lot more in common than previously thought and even more so had told her boyfriend that information that I thought was sacred.

I stood staring into the box as he raked through it like a small child tearing through a large toy box.

"You wanna be gagged?" He asked "Blindfolded maybe?"

As I said I had no intention of entertaining him, but how cursed I am being a dominant type person stuck in the body of the submissive.

"If I say no to either of those would it stop you?" I retorted to him, just looking deeply into the big box of bondage.

He let out a sigh. I guess I really wasn't entertaining him but it didn't stop him from continuing. Grabbing hold of everything he needed out of his box he then approached me and placed everything down at my feet while keeping something in his hand.

"Open wide." I rolled my eyes and did as he said. I knew I wasn't in any danger after all so why not have a bit of fun myself even if I wasn't showing it. He stuffed a blue rubber ball gag into my mouth and tightened it behind my head. My first time ever encountering a ball gag and I have to say it was as effective as it looks.

On the floor he had placed one of the large steel spreader bars, a length of rope, historic looking shackles and a collar.

He began low, taking off my shoes and securing that steel spreader bar to my ankles. He rolled the bottoms of my jeans up to just below my knees and then stood up again. He unravelled the rope and surprisingly threw it up into the air. It had gone over the roof foundations and came down the other side. I realized what he had in mind at this point. I was just hoping he had no intention of hanging me upside down.

This was when he took hold of the cuffs behind my back and unlocked them.

"This was just temporary to make sure I had you." he whispered.

But it wasn't long before my wrists were bound once again, this time in front of myself with the ancient looking shackles that looked as if they had been bought from the set of a game of thrones. He made a loop around the chain with the rope so that wherever the rope went, I went.

"Damn, I messed up." He said with a face palm. "I was meant to take off your t-shirt before I cuffed you again."

Oh well. But thank god. I'm pretty self conscious about my body.

Anyway, he took hold of the other end of the rope and started pulling. This raised my arms up above my head and stretched them out quite a bit. I figured this was it but he kept on pulling. Not much of a struggle since I have literally no body mass. With no effort my feet were off the ground and I was dangling.

He added the final touch which was the collar he fastened around my neck.

Admittedly I was stumped. This was the kind of position I had only ever seen on the likes of adult websites and various tumblr blogs. Not that these two are ever any different.

It was strenuous for me to say the least. All of my body weight being supported by my wrists was really unpleasant. All of a sudden I was beginning to object. But what could I do about it? I hadn't stopped him gagging me to protest this happening.

Where was my cousin during all of this? Surely we had been away for a while. Was she really leaving me to let him have his own way with me.

What was coming next is what I was really wondering about. Was I to be fiddled with? Molested? Nope. None of that happened. He reached into my trouser pocket and took out my keys.

"So I'm going to leave you here for a while. Since you're having fun I'm going to go have my fun."

I was furious. I was trying really hard to protest. I wriggled about, my spread legs flailing around. It was useless however much I did it. I watched him walk out of the door while he left me there dangling.

I struggled for so long. I believed that the more I would struggle the more it would weaken the knot on the rope that was suspending me in the air. It wasn't long before my clothes were soaking, my hair was soaking, every inch of my body was covered in sweat. I must have been dangling there now for about 20 minutes when I heard the sound of my car coming into close proximity. Was this it? Did this mean it was over?

The bouncer returned. Looking me up and down. I'm sure my glare made him realise I was pissed. Like I said, if looks could kill.

He walked over to where the rope was tied and released it, dropping me violently to the floor. Along with myself he threw my keys to the floor and all of the keys to the locks that were binding me.

"You look mad so I'm going to get out of here, but you can get yourself free now right?"

It was no challenge to release myself from all of the different shackles with the keys in my possession. Despite my self conscious ways I took off my shirt and left it on the floor. I put my shoes on and left the building and saw my cousin approaching me on her horse.

"So did the two of you have fun?" she asked, with a smirk on her face.

"Actually cuz, I had a great time. Your boy friend is a lot of fun." I left her at that. Giving her time to get away from me in the car before I started it up. Loud noises would surely spook the horse. And once she was far enough away I hit the road, just waiting to be invited back again.... I also appreciated that my car now had a full tank of fuel. Not bad for letting somebody leave me tied up for a while.

Re: Ulterior motives (M/M)

Postby mikeybound » Thu May 22, 2014 12:10 pm

This is the kind of story where the author is either extremely imaginative, or insanely lucky. Either way this is an awesome read. Welcome to the forum!

Re: Ulterior motives (M/M)

Postby xtc » Thu May 22, 2014 12:35 pm

Welcome to the league of TUGwriters.
A pretty good start, I'd say.
Thanks for taking the care needed to tell a tale well.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Ulterior motives (M/M)

Postby Lelouch » Thu May 22, 2014 12:36 pm

I probably exaggerate a little bit like any writer but it's something that was fortunate enough to happen. It honestly is not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last time I've been tied up for someone to take my car for a joy ride. That's how it's fortunate.

And thank you for the welcome and the compliments :)

Re: Ulterior motives (M/M)

Postby mikeybound » Thu May 22, 2014 1:18 pm

Lelouch wrote:I probably exaggerate a little bit like any writer but it's something that was fortunate enough to happen. It honestly is not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last time I've been tied up for someone to take my car for a joy ride. That's how it's fortunate.

And thank you for the welcome and the compliments :)

You must have a very nice car! :tied: :gag: :bondage1:

Re: Ulterior motives (M/M)

Postby FelixSH » Thu May 22, 2014 2:03 pm

Welcome to the forum and thanks for sharing your story. It was a good read.

Re: Ulterior motives (M/M)

Postby NemesisPrime » Tue May 27, 2014 8:09 am

Very nice read man, you are so lucky!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Ulterior motives (M/M)

Postby chadmc90 » Tue Jun 03, 2014 11:26 am

Good story, and welcome to the forum!
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