Tied in the Poolhouse

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 3:33 am

TIED IN THE POOLHOUSE

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 – 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. I remembered what the joke was. Too bad it happened during choir rehearsal.

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 thought I just found my bondage buddy.

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, particularly these very tight, shiny Speedos. I owned of pair of racing briefs and they always got me excited whenever I wore them. I was thin and pretty hairless so I could get away wearing a small Speedo even with my mother around because she thinks nothing of it.
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, showing off a tight six-pack and strong leg muscles with no extra fat. Mine was also black with colourful stripes all around, extremely tight fit, made of shiny Lycra. We both wore our Speedos pulled a bit high on our hips. I thought it was the best opportunity 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?”
“Bbbbondage?” 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,” 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. I 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?”
Caleb looked at me again, made a silly face and then laughed maniacally once more. I was expecting that reaction, but regardless, I still found it annoyingly juvenile. “Come on, Caleb. I’m serious. I know you want to do it.”
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. 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 hewould 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. “But 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 medium-sized black silk sack.
“Woah! You’re taking this a lot more seriously than I’ve suspected!” I giggled. Caleb simply smiled as he untied the sack and removed its contents: 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 was 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 chest’s height and again around my waist. He then tied my ankles together. I was about to be gagged. “Alex, this is your last chance, because once I gag you we’re not going back.”
“That’s fine,” 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. “I don’t want to rip any of that beautiful blond hair,” 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 couldn’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: “Not so fast, princess. I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulled the black silk sack on my head, covering my entire face like a hood so now I could not see anything at all. It fit quite snugly. He pulled the drawstrings to close the sack around my neck and then tied them in a tight knot. Genuine concern overtook me but it was quickly overcome by my excitement. Caleb 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 was definitely making me worried.
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. Then, he started tickling me. He tickled me everywhere; my ribs, my knees, my underarms, where I’m exceptionally ticklish. I squirmed nervously but I couldn’t move more than a few inches, all I could do was inaudibly beg for him to stop. Thankfully, he ceased before I really couldn’t take it anymore. Then I felt a sharp pain on my right nipple, followed by my left.
“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 splash 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, the silk sack, the knot around my neck (I wasn’t being suffocated, but I was definitely conserving my oxygen). 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 hold off 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 with a bag on my head! Thankfully it was Caleb. I felt myself getting harder again, and I started thrusting violently, but only moved 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; therefore relieving the pressure on my loins, then untied the silk sack and took it off. 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 with life. 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. “Rule number one of summer, 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, “but that was not 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, looking at me silently as 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. Then he picked the black silk sack halfway over my face. “That’s your favourite part, am I right?” I nodded lightly and chewed away at the duct tape gag. He smoothed the tape over my mouth and then jammed the sack entirely over my face, pulled the drawstrings and tied them over my neck so it would remain firmly wrapped over my face.
The familiar slight choking feeling returned, and this time the sack was a little damp. I got really hard again. Caleb pulled the rope around my Speedo crotch and tugged it so hard I produced a high-pitched whimper audible even through the tight gag. Ignoring me, he tied the knot over my buttocks. He then checked all the ropes, tightening the crotch tie more than anybody would consider comfortable. Then I felt his warm hands against my body. He was holding me still, hugging me. Then I heard his voice: “Alex, you’ve been a great dummy. Not to mention, you look incredible in my set-up. Goodbye for now." IHe walk away, then closed the door and locked it, leaving me tied in the poolhouse again until he decides I’ve had enough.

To be continued...comments appreciated.
Last edited by Canuck33 on Sun Jan 15, 2012 3:51 am, edited 2 times in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Postby tiedup101 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:19 am

Wow! Loving this story! Perfect in EVERY way! Please continue!
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

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:49 am

I'm glad you enjoyed it, John. That was actually a full story, did I mention I like unresolved endings? I was planning to submit another one with the same characters which would be like a continuation of this. Just for the record, this story is purely fictional and the characters are fake. I've never attempted anything that strict, but I would love to try it someday for real. :big:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Postby tiedup101 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 2:49 pm

Well, please continue to write about this. Love the borderline sexual content. Excellent, excellent. The tying is described nicely, but maybe next time a dirty sock? Love to hear what they experiment with!
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

Postby Canuck33 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 7:49 pm

My next story revolves around an escapology trick which features similar restraints to the ones I described in this story. I have free day tomorrow so you will see you it posted by then. I'll definitely include a nice spanking scene to go with the tight bondage. Btw I'm not really into dirty socks/undies, it sounds too nauseating. I might include dirty garment gags as punishment for a nasty character. I was actually imagining myself in this scenario (except I'm not quite that courageous and I don't know if I would trust anybody that much. Besides, I live in Canada, it's a little too cold to wear a Speedo outside at this time of the year lol). I'm open to suggestions, in case you're wondering :wink:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Postby bookl0ver » Sat Nov 26, 2011 5:20 pm

this's a v good story, boys tied is so cool
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Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Postby sarwrductan » Tue Nov 29, 2011 2:55 pm

To see this may not be continued after such ....well uhh, I was right there, I think I was feeling what Alex was. It was incredible! Surely you're not going to leave that poor boy stranded there in speedos and winter setting in ? Man Now I'll have night mares and squirm in my sleep waning to resolve this plight....LOL.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Tied in the Poolhouse

Postby Canuck33 » Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:24 pm

Oh no worries, Alex got released eventually, only to be tied up again another time, another day. :big:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.