## Tied in the Poolhouse (M/M)

Post by Canuck33 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 2:53 am

TIED IN THE POOLHOUSE
Warning: Includes very suggestive gay-related themes.
Last July I had the fortune of befriending Caleb, a freshman whom I knew vaguely from my university. The only thing we had in common was being on the swim team together. I saw him there every time, and considering he was in the Gold division while I was a mere Bronze, he was probably in the swimming pool a lot more often. He was the athletic kind, and he took both swimming and track very seriously. He won several regional gold medals, and he had an incredible six-pack to prove his athletic prowess. I do not have a six-pack, but I am still very fit. I engage in sports mostly for personal health, and occasionally I won a few small races but nothing serious. It was only in the middle of the spring term when Caleb joined the Academy Chorus, when we started really clicking together. We were different sections â€“ I was a first tenor while he was a baritone, but we sat together whenever we could and found out we had a lot in common. Towards the end of June I found out accidentally that Caleb was into bondage. He made a joke about it, but realizing I overheard him, he blushed and apologized.
When classes finally ended, I found out we both completed our credits with first-class standings. My overall grades were slightly higher, but Caleb mockingly commented that Choir and Philosophy are not real subjects. I was slightly annoyed with his comments, but the mischievous smirk on his face made me admire him. He had emerald green eyes, with a dark-blue tinge. His skin was darker than mine, probably a result of running shirtless outside whenever it was possible. He had short brown hair, and even though I thought long hair looked better (on boys and girls), it fit him well. I assumed he was Irish, but he could've been Italian or Portuguese. We started asking each other questions not related to school, and eventually I asked him where he lives.
Examining me, he decided to give the answer: "I live on Evergreen Drive, Forest Hill. What about you?"
I told him where I live. We hung out together that day, and almost every day since. My parents eventually got to know him too. I found out he was single, just broke up with his girlfriend, and now preferred to spend time with boys. He questionably named these relationships his "bromances".
When the weather became warm enough, I invited him to swim in my pool. We have a huge, almost standard-sized pool in our backyard with a nine-foot fence and hedge all around, offering complete privacy from peeping toms. My family is European, so we all wear Speedos and see nothing particularly sexual about it. I loved wearing Speedos from a really young age, especially these very tight, shiny Speedos. I owned of pair of blue bikini-briefs and they always got me excited whenever I wore them.
Caleb was extremely excited about my swimming pool. Although his family was very rich, they did not have a pool so it was quite a luxury for him. I also had a poolhouse in my backyard which he kept eyeing every time he came for a visit. We used it as a change-room, but otherwise we had little use for it. I was very glad to find out he wore Speedos outside swim meets and didn't feel self-conscious about it. We already had so much in common. His Speedo was a sheer, shiny black with a white horizontal stripe, and it fit him tightly. He was very well endowed! Mine was blue with vertical stripes, extremely tight fit, made of shiny Lycra.
On this fateful day, I decided to confront Caleb about the bondage joke he made during rehearsal. I remember how embarrassed he looked when I heard him, like a naughty boy caught during an act. I knew bondage had a special significance for him, and I wanted to know what his thoughts were about it. In fact, I was interested in bondage too, and by now I trusted Caleb enough to allow him to tie me up.
It was two-something in the afternoon, we already had digested our lunch and were about to dip in my pool. We were tanning in our Speedos when I asked him: "Caleb, what's your opinion about bondage?"
"Bbbbbondage???" He looked at me, and his face turned into that familiar crimson.
"Yeah, you know, tying people up, with gags, chains, rope, for fun," I tried to make it casual. It was not a big deal. I was an aspiring escape artist, and this summer I performed several escapes in front of my family and their friends. Naturally, my escapes were cleverly rigged, otherwise I would not have been able to escape at all, but I still got turned on by intensity of the gear used to restrain me. There would be no rigging this time, though. I wanted to be tied inescapably, and I wondered if Caleb was really into that.
"Well, I used to tie my little sister up when she was being a brat,â€ he admitted with a mischievous smile, "But she didn't enjoy it. That was the point."
"What did you do, exactly?" I asked. I was genuinely curious.
Caleb sighed, but he was becoming more at ease. "My sister once made a white concoction and poured it on my bed sheets, obviously trying to make it look like something else. It smelled pretty gross." I chuckled, but he continued. "I came home to find her laughing beside my bed, so before she could protest I grabbed her, tied her to a chair with a couple of belts, and gagged her tightly to make sure she could not scream for help. I made her sit and think about what she did." He grinned at that memory.
"What happened? I want to know!" I felt my voice rising a little more than necessary.
"Calm down. My parents were not home, so eventually I untied her because I noticed she was sweating. I washed the bed sheets myself, and we decided not to tell mom what happened. She was okay. I once tied up my girlfriend!" He said unexpectedly, but unenthusiastically added that she was too squeamish and wanted to be release after two minutes. She wouldn't even let him gag her, the stupid broad! Whatever, we're not dating anymore. Maybe it's for the best," he laughed loudly at that. His laugh was contagious, and I agreed with him, so soon we were rolling on the floor laughing together. Eventually I calmed down. With a completely straight face, I looked at him and said: "Seriously, though, what if I let you tie me up?"
Convincing Caleb to tie me up in the shed was easier than I have anticipated. I thought he was always waiting to do it, but never had the courage to tell me, thinking I would be scared. Logically, any normal person would find a bisexual boy who likes bondage a little creepy, but needless to say I'm not exactly normal. He mentioned he liked strict, inescapable bondage, the tighter the better. Gags were a must. The more we talked about bondage, the more excited I became. I was seriously wishing he would tie me up in my Speedo right now. So I asked him: "How would you tie me up, exactly?"
He looked at me, smiled, his breath accelerating, and said: "I have a set-up in mind, but I don't want to spoil it. Do you mind if I go look around in your basement for stuff I could use to tie you in?"
"Sure, take your time," I said, smiling. â€œBut I have a request to make too: Could I wear my Speedos while I'm tied up?"
"Absolutely," he smiled and left the poolhouse.
This was the first Caleb has been to our basement. It's quite huge, sprawling the entire length of the house. I must have waited for at least fifteen minutes, and I was getting quite bored. Then I started thinking, what if Caleb got kidnapped and tied up on the way? Wouldn't that be ironic? I laughed at the thought. Then I thought we should cancel our little bondage date, Caleb finally came back to the poolhouse, still wearing his sheer tight black Speedo, a black Zorro-like mask from my high-school costume and a pair of black leather gloves, the kind a kidnapper would wear. He was carrying a small box containing a length of rope, duct tape roll, a blue silk scarf that I remember using for one of my tricks, green latex swim cap and two laundry pins. He also brought a pair of socks which I was relieved to find out were clean. I knew exactly what he intended to do with them. Although I can't admit I've ever been gagged with socks, it was something I can handle as long as they were clean.
We decided I should be tied while standing up. There was a wooden pole by each wall, so I picked one and put my arms behind it, crossing my wrists. He tied my wrists together tightly then he tied my elbows closely. He tied my body to the pole at my naked chestâ€™s height and again around my waist. He then tied my ankles together. I was about to be gagged. â€œAlex, this is your last chance, because once I gag you weâ€™re not going back.â€
â€œThatâ€™s fine,â€ I said readily.
Caleb gave me a quizzical look, jammed the socks into my mouth and stuffed them into my cheeks. He stretched the swim cap in his hands and expertly pulled it on my head, wrapping my ears and every bit of my long hair inside. â€œI donâ€™t want to rip any of that beautiful blond hair,â€ he said, and I nodded. Getting type off hair was painful, speaking from experience. He wrapped my mouth with a strip of shiny duct-tape, wound it over my cheeks and the back of my head now covered in a swim cap. It was nice and tight. He added three more rounds of duct tape, straightening the tape with his gloved hand after each round. The bottom half of my face was all taped up and sealed with just my nose poking for air. I have never been gagged that strictly before. It was wrapped around so tightly that I couldnâ€™t make a sound other than a soft grunt. There was definitely no turning back.
He tied my legs together just below the knee and then again above the knee. The rest of the rope he tied around my arms and chest, ending with a knot around the waist. He left two strands of rope hanging around my pelvis; I wondered why he did that, but my mouth was taped
I had an experimental struggle. The ropes were tied really tight and I was pretty much immobilised.
The next four restraints took me slightly by surprise, as I was already so tightly bound and gagged I did not think any additional restraints were possible, but I was wrong. I was too tightly gagged to say anything. Caleb folded the silk scarf in a strip and tied it tightly over my eyes. I was gagged and blindfolded, and I felt my heartbeat accelerating from the excitement. Caleb was finding this amusing. He said pleasantly: â€œDon't move, princess. Iâ€™m not done with you yet.â€
HCaleb grabbed the coils of rope dangling around my waist, wrapped them on each side of my crotch and then looped them over my buttocks. Caleb held me tightly in order to prevent any movement. He tightened the crotch rope and finished it in a knot. I never felt a crotch rope before. Combined with the feel of a tight Speedo, it kept my penis fully erect.
He watched me struggle and grunt for a few seconds. I could not see his expression, but I knew he was amused. To review, I was clad in a tight Speedo and swim cap, tied to a pole from my wrists, elbows and chest with additional rope around my waist, crotch and knees, gagged tightly, blindfolded and hooded with a silk sack on my head. He admired his fine work, and then started caressing my bare shoulders, teasing me. His touch felt like a surge of electricity, although it was rather pleasant. I felt him touching my nipples. â€œHmpff!â€ I groaned from both pain and delight. In all the times he's been over, he's never done anything like that. He was brushing his nails against both nipples. Thankfully, he stopped in time. Then I felt a sharp pain on my right nipple, followed by my left. "MMMMMM!"
"Those are laundry clips, in case you're wondering, "he said, chuckling to see me wriggle from the sudden pain on my nipples. Wriggle was a relative term in my situation. Then he grabbed my Speedo, moving his hand up and down my length, squeezing. I took deep breaths, praying he would stop. I felt like I was going to explode; I literally had to hold myself off for a minute before he had mercy and stopped. The sack was made of natural silk, so I could breathe right through it, but it was getting damp and clingy. Then I heard him leave the shed and close the door behind him. I heard the key squeak as it turned in the lock. Caleb locked me in the shed and left. I heard a splashing sound, and I knew he was enjoying himself in my pool, and he probably wasn't going to come back for a while.
I don't know how long I stayed in there; it seemed like a long time because I was getting thirsty. I thought Caleb got a little carried away with the bondage because after several minutes, everything started feeling so tight: The Speedo, the swim cap, the rope, the nipple pins, the crotch tie, the socks stuffed in my mouth, the tape gag, the blindfold. Despite it all, I was massively hard the whole time. In fact, the more I was thinking about the predicament I got myself into, the more turned on I became, even without any actual contact. I had to use every breath, however strict, to restrain myself and avoid the embarrassment. Suddenly, I felt scared that Caleb forgot about me, and I was destined tied up like that for a long time. Then, I heard the door unlock and somebody walked in...
Panic has stricken me. If it was a family member, how embarrassing would it be for them to find me tied up in a Speedo! Thankfully it was Caleb. I felt myself getting harder again, the pain became unbearable and I thrusted violently, but only managed to move my head a few inches. I could hear him laughing loudly. "Okay honey, you've had enough torture for now," he said as he removed the laundry clips. My nipples were red and swollen. He untied the crotch rope and then let it hang loosely, removing the pressure from my loins. He untied the scarf, allowing me to see again. I was still gagged, but at least I could breathe properly!
"I brought you something," he said as he held out a juice box. It was Del Monte grape, my favourite. He quickly removed the tape from my mouth. It wasn't painful, but I felt my cheeks were hot. I opened my mouth and he took the socks out. He peeled off the swim cap, and my long hair sprang up. I had red marks where the swim cap dug into my forehead. Caleb caressed my smooth chin, and I smiled jovially. I was free again...almost. The ropes were still trussed tightly around my body.
He held the straw up to my mouth and let me suck slowly but surely. "Summer rule number one, always stay hydrated," he said with a smile. He let me finished the entire juice box and then looked at me. "So? Have you had enough?"
"Would you let me go even if I said yes?" was my reply.
"Why no! Of course not!" He smiled menacingly. It was exactly the answer I was anticipating. "Clearly, I'm not finished with you." I noticed he had plenty of duct tape.
"You are my prisoner, Alex," he said and then kissed my cheek lightly. He looked at me silently and then I nodded. Caleb stuffed the now-moist socks in my mouth, wrapped the swim cap over my head again and then wrapped duct-tape all over my mouth and chin. It felt tighter than the first gag. I was groaning in protest, but he was totally ignoring me. He picked the silk scarf, teasing me by pulling it back and forth in front of my face. Then he covered my eyes again and tied it behind my head. This time, he wrapped duct tape over the scarf blindfold, securing it in place.
Caleb pulled the rope around my crotch and I got so hard that I whimpered through the tight gag. Ignoring me, he tied the knot over my buttocks. He then checked all the ropes, tightening the crotch rope even more. Then I felt his warm hands against my body. He was holding me still, hugging me. I could feel his breath close to my face, but I could not see him. The same electrical feeling invaded me. Goosebumps rushed through my skin. I heard him whisper, very close to my ear: â€œIâ€™ve always wanted know what you taste like, Alex.â€ I thought it was a joke at first, but then I actually felt him nibbling at my nipples. My length increased. Caleb grabbed my Speedo, rubbing up and down, slowly but hard while simultaneously biting my left nipple. I had to hold myself off again, I felt I could explode any second. Again, he stopped right in time. My nipples were hard when he clipped them with the laundry clips. He walked away, closed the door and locked it, leaving me tied in the poolhouse again until he decides Iâ€™ve had enough. I believe I found a new bondage buddy.
To be continued...comments appreciated.
I'll be writing more stories of a similar nature for anybody interested.
Last edited by Canuck33 on Mon Jun 20, 2016 6:25 am, edited 7 times in total.

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Post by xtc » Thu Nov 24, 2011 4:42 am

Not usually my thing but well written and compelling.
Pleas may I request a space between paragraphs consistently?
The only nit I could pick is the difficulty of efficiently slapping the arse of someone whos is tied with his back to a post.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Post by Canuck33 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 7:39 am

I just made those changes. Thanks for noticing the one little ineffectiveness at the end. I got so carried away rewriting my story that I wasn't thinking about the simple physics of Alex's bondage. Besides, how I love spanking. I can assure you it will be included in my next fictional story, which I will post very, very soon!
Cheers
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Post by xtc » Thu Nov 24, 2011 7:49 am

Thank you for indulging an old man!
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Post by tiedup101 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:22 am

What are you trying to contain?
Hey! I'm John! I love bondage! Send me a PM or send me a message at John_9734@yahoo.com! Open to anybody, but more into m/m bondage!

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Post by starduster » Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:27 am

please carry on with this! i love it.

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Post by Jase1010 » Sun Nov 27, 2011 9:16 am

This was awesome. Love the silk hood over your head.

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Post by Canuck33 » Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:25 pm

Check out The Escapist and Into The Woods
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Post by Qarl » Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:51 am

Very well written and entertaining. I found myself enjoying the situation, and aroused at the thought of it being me, even though I would greatly prefer being tied by a woman. Both sensual and sexual. Thanks!
One question about your intent in one of the sentences...

> Canuck33 wrote:Caleb grabbed the coils of rope dangling around my waist, wrapped them on each side of my crotch and then looked them my buttocks.

Did you mean "looped them through my buttocks"? It feels like there's a typo or something missing. Since I love crotch ties, I'm interested in the specifics of how you did it. It doesn't matter that much either way, because I can completely follow the scene and the flow. I just am greedy for the details, and wondered exactly what you meant here.
Thanks again for a great story!
-Carl

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse (M/M)

Post by Canuck33 » Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:41 pm

Hi Carl, thanks for reading my story. I just fixed up that mistake (it was "looped", not "looked") and a few others. I just re-read the entire thing and realized I made a bunch of spelling errors due to careless excitement lol. I'm really glad you liked it, despite being very... homoerotic. It was just about the most comprehensive bondage/fake kidnapping scenario I could envision myself in. Was it really that sexual?
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse (M/M)

Post by Qarl » Tue Dec 20, 2011 11:50 am

> Canuck33 wrote:Hi Carl, thanks for reading my story. I just fixed up that mistake (it was "looped", not "looked") and a few others.

Thanks for humoring me and clarifying the sentence. It makes sense with the context, and your corrected version is pretty much what I pictured already.

> I'm really glad you liked it, despite being very... homoerotic. [...] Was it really that sexual?

Can't tell whether you're teasing me with the question, or sincerely asking, but I'll answer sincerely and risk looking the fool if you're teasing. The reason it is so sexy and arousing for me to read is because it's so descriptively tactile and sensual. You emphasize the things I love about TUGs... the sensations in your body, the feeling of the materials against your skin, his specific touches and your sensuous responses. I don't consider myself homosexual, or even bisexual, but I think that I would be aroused in a similar situation if I felt safe, it was taken slowly and respectfully, and if I felt it was understood to be mutually enjoyable for both parties.

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse (M/M)

Post by Canuck33 » Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:25 am

Hi again. I'm having a pretty free week besides the never-ending Christmas shopping, so I have a lot more time to view this site now. Makes me very happy . I've considered buying myself a pair of handcuffs, I don't own a pair if you can believe that lol. Anyways, regarding the nature of this story (which is my first TUG story I submitted), it's definitely sensual, and I am a sucker for great detail, but as ridiculous as this sound, I kept the sexual detail to a minimum. I only included what I thought was necessary. I've been tied up in real life and I always got aroused, even though the restraining process was never nearly as intense as what I described in the story. Assuming I would have the courage and stamina to tolerate this type of confinement for a decent amount of time, I imagine the arousal level would be nearly uncontrollable since I added pretty much everything I like about TUGS. I agree, this time of scenario would only be fun with a close friend. Preferably one of your favourite gender.
Btw I've heard of many heterosexual guys who love this being "kidnapped", teased and confined by an attractive woman (usually, but not always an older one). I'm not questioning your orientation in any way, but I always found that very intriguing. Are you into the dominant role at all, or do you only like to play captive? Anyways, you don't have to answer that question if it's too awkward.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse (M/M)

Post by Qarl » Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:13 pm

> Canuck33 wrote: Are you into the dominant role at all, or do you only like to play captive?

I'm a switch and would like to play both roles if given the opportunity. However, I've only been tied up and never tied a partner so far. Who knows in the future.

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse (M/M)

Post by Canuck33 » Sat Dec 24, 2011 8:43 pm

I'm in the process of writing a story involving a captive female. It will be similar in style to this story, except the main character will be doing all the binding this time. There will be some sensuality involved so it'll be in the intimate TUG section, but even then it won't be very explicit, except for the bondage of course. I'll let you know when it's finished.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

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Post by linus42 » Thu Feb 16, 2012 10:29 am

Very hot story.

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Post by sarwrductan » Thu Feb 16, 2012 2:11 pm

LOL.....You're right about one thing...just because one gets a rise out of reading these stories That doesn't make them gay or straight. They just got into the sensuality of the moment...LOL
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

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Post by OverLooker » Fri Apr 20, 2012 10:35 am

Sounds fun
"Mmmmppphhhhhhh"

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Post by larri » Thu Dec 04, 2014 11:41 am

This story is too much hot, excellent

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Post by tony2 » Thu Dec 04, 2014 4:46 pm

First I've seen of this. Let me add my Bravo to your list of admirers. Thanks for posting it.

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Post by tony2 » Fri Dec 05, 2014 12:01 am

[quote="tony2"]First I've seen of this. Let me add my Bravo to your list of admirers. Thanks for posting it.[/quote]
If you really want to make him appreciate the time in there, have him standing in a box of lose popcorn kernels. As time goes on he should want to agree to about anything!

### Re: Tied in the Poolhouse (M/M)

Post by Canuck33 » Sun Dec 07, 2014 4:22 am

Thanks Tony. I've never heard about people using boxes of lose popcorn kernels! Sounds very original....

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Post by kidnapplz » Tue Dec 23, 2014 5:03 am

great

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Post by Kidnapable82 » Thu Mar 16, 2017 12:40 am

Hopefully I won't get in trouble for replying to a 5+ year old story. However, I just could not read without commenting how awesome this story is. Very detailed and very well done. Maybe this story never continued (we all have priorities in life, I understand completely), but it was still nicely written. Thank you!