Postby Tarzan » Thu May 17, 2012 11:42 am
I let him slide the red ball into my mouth, making soft mmmff sounds as he strapped the gag tightly in place. I spurted into my shorts as he gagged me and moved his hands over my muscles, unable to hold it back, but still staying hard afterwards. My cock still tented the stretchy little shorts, now wet and messy, as he rolled me around on the carpeted floor, tightening the knots securing my wrists, waist, knees, and ankles. The rubber ball in my mouth was starting to hurt, but the more helpless I got, the more excited I was getting too.
The Doctor tugged at my leopard-print briefs a little as I squirmed for him, pulling the sides high on my hips so more of my ass showed. With my hands and feet bound, there wasn't much I could do to stop him! And I was enjoying it anyway. I said a few things into the gag, but I can't even remember what I said, it was just, "nnnnggfff mmnnnggggfff mmnggff!!"
"Very nice Tarzan," he said, his hands tugging at the black cord wound around my waist and knees. "All right then... 15 minutes, I believe we said. Your time starts... now." I nodded my head and grunted into the ball gag as he stood up, his eyes continuing to eye me hungrily in the low candelight.
I rolled back over face down on my stomach and flexed my wrists and ankles a little. The black rope was certainly tied tight... but the soft nylon cord slipped a little bit in the knots... I could already feel some slack being loosened in the loops tying my legs and ankles. And it was all one piece of rope, so I thought if I could get my legs free, I could probably work my hands free afterward. So I was feeling kind of optimistic! Instead of getting loose right away, I spent a few minutes giving the Doctor a show...
I rolled around on the floor, wiggling and kicking against the rope bondage. I arched my back and thrust my package in the air, mmmf-ing into the ball gag and trying to look hot. I started to imagine I really was Tarzan! Tied up and gagged by evil cannibals and struggling to get loose. I kicked and wiggled some more, then curled up and rolled onto my knees, kneeling on the carpet.
I hadn't really started trying to escape yet, and the rope tied around my thighs had already loosened and slipped. As I twisted my legs, the coils of rope slackened and dropped over my knees, flopping around my ankles. As that rope loosened, the end tied around my feet lost tension too, and those loops started to give as well.
I mmmfed something like "That was easy!" into my gag, and since the ropes were loose already, kicked a little until I could pull one ankle free. The long end of the nylon cord still snaked and looped around one leg and ankle, but I had pulled the other one free, so I wasn't really tied up anymore. My hands, however, were still bound behind me, and that knot hadn't seemed to get any looser.
I kneeled then rose to my feet, twisting my hands against the ropes. The cord looped around my waist kept my bound wrists pinned tight against my back, so I couldn't swing my arms around very much. And I couldn't seem to see or touch any of the knots! The Doctor had been watching me the whole time, enjoying my struggles and partial success so far. I pulled at the ropes again, but no use. And the gag was hurting my mouth! I wondered how much time I had left before the cannibals got out their barbecue sauce...