Postby Jack Roper » Tue Aug 09, 2011 5:07 pm
Chapter Two
Tyler had met with Rex Hanson a few days before the taping of the show. In fact, it was Tyler who had researched the internet and found Hanson on Recon, and chatted with him about being hired as the show’s bondage expert—otherwise known as a creative consultant. Tyler convinced the director that Dylan, while ok doing tie ups, really wouldn’t be able to make it look real. Tyler insisted on this.
Tyler met Rex at his hotel room at the Ramada in West Hollywood three days earlier. All Hanson knew was that the show wanted his services—for exactly what he was not sure, even though he could guess. Rex had watched the show and found it to be of some interest, especially all of the hunky guys in their bare chests, doing werewolf stuff. The plots were OK too, but sometimes a little too much like a soap-opera, a flaw in many teen oriented shows these days, in his opinion. But, he did not have the nerve to tell Tyler this when he first met him at the hotel bar that evening.
“Mr. Hanson? Glad to meet you. I really appreciate your work.”
“Thanks. Please, call me Rex. You know, I wasn’t sure anyone was really paying attention,” Rex replied.
“Well, I was,” Tyler responded, ‘and I can see from your photos that you really know how to tie guys up!”
“Well thanks again. But tell me Tyler, what’s this all about? I realize the show wants me to ‘consult’ but what do they have in mind?”
Tyler smiled his crooked smile and replied, “Well, actually it was my idea to hire you. By the way, here’s your first payment,” handing Jack an envelope containing a small fortune.
“The show’s last script’s episode requires that I be tied up to prevent me from harming my friends, especially my girlfriend…so, I figured we should get someone who knows how to do it right.”
“Thanks again. I appreciate your confidence,” Jack replied. “What do you want me to do exactly?”
Tyler looked down at his basketball shoes, where one of the laces had come undone. He looked up, half-lidded, and said, ‘I want you to tie me up so we can get it right; starting tonight—for practice,” Tyler added quickly.
Rex was somewhat taken aback but could see the intensity in Tyler’s eyes.
“OK. Why don’t we go up to my room where we can have a little more privacy?”
Tyler literally jumped off his barstool, grabbed a backpack he had brought with him and readily agreed. The two men walked quickly to the elevator and proceeded to room 713. Tyler could feel a growing anxiety developing in his gut. This was the first time he had ever paid anyone to tie him up.
Rex tried to relax him once they got to the room and offered him a drink. Both men had a Bud Light and sat on the couch in the living room suite.
“So tell me Tyler, why is it so important that you be tied up—for real?”
Tyler stammered and finally answered, “Because if it isn’t real it won’t be any good.”
Rex could sense there was more to it but let it rest.
“Can you show me how you would tie up a real werewolf so he couldn’t escape?” Tyler asked.
“Sure. Do you want to do it with clothes on or off?” Tyler thought about this but before he could answer, Rex said, ‘Of course, you know if you do it without clothes on there may be rope burns.”
Tyler looked mildly disappointed but his eagerness got the best of him. He stood up and hugged Rex right there. “Surprise me,” he said as he squeezed Rex in a bear hug.
Tyler was wearing a long-sleeve green t-shirt, blue jeans and high tops. REX had on jeans and a black t-shirt reading: “Police” on it.
“Clothes it is,” said Rex “It pays to be modest, at least the first time.” Tyler realized this would probably be better, as it would hide his growing erection.
“How do you want to start?” Tyler asked.
“I see you brought a backpack. Since you want me to tie you up, do you have supplies in there?”
Tyler smiled. “I almost forgot,” as he leaned over and zipped the pack open, revealing numerous strands of cotton rope, some rolls of duct tape, bandanas, socks, handcuffs and leg irons. ‘Is this enough?” he smiled.
Rex pulled the items out one by one and was impressed. He was also growing suspicious of Tyler’s real motivation. He tried to play it cool, knowing he had his own bag of tricks in the closet, just in case.
“It looks like enough to start,” Rex replied. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back, Tyler.” Tyler eagerly complied crossing his wrists behind his back. He had no trouble getting them together, unlike some muscle-bound guys who could barely get their hands to touch. Rex started wrapping a thin cotton strand, maybe 20 feet long, around Tyler’s wrists, going over the t-shirt cuffs, pulling both down cuffs lower on his wrists as he did so. He circled Tyler’s wrists horizontally about ten times and then reversed the tie vertically about six times before simply going every which direction, pulling the final strands tighter, and tying them off on the top of his wrists.
Tyler had his eyes closed and he moaned in apparent appreciation. He felt his erection spring into action.
“Is that too tight?” Rex asked with some concern.
“Not at all,” Tyler responded honestly. “In fact, maybe a little loose.”
With that Rex realized that Tyler must really be into bondage, beyond any TV show, so he continued rapidly tying Tyler’s arms behind his back, pulling his elbows as close together as he could, about ten inches apart, wrapping a thick 40 foot strand around Tyler’s biceps above his elbows about fifteen times, then circling Tyler’s chest about another fifteen times before cinching his arms to his chest and wrapping the remainder of the rope vertically between his elbows, tightly fastening his arms and chest into one roped mound.
Tyler moaned again and said, “That feels really wonderful. “Are you going to tie my feet?”
“Patience boy, patience,” Rex laughed, as he sat Tyler down in a stout wooden chair. He pulled out several more coils of rope and rapidly bound Tyler’s feet together, and added more rope above and below his knees, cinching each of these bindings so that they would not easily come off.
Rex offered Tyler some more beer, as he knew he might get thirsty for what was about to come. Tyler appeared to almost swoon, so Rex quickly grabbed a bandana and held it up in front of Tyler’s widening eyes. “You know what this is for, right?”
Tyler smiled and started play acting. “No, no, please don’t gag me!”
Rex wadded the bandana into a circle, “Open wide kid!”
Tyler decided to resist, as he would on the show, so Rex grabbed his head from behind with one arm around his neck and pinching his nose shut. Tyler winced and said, “no, no!” as Rex shoved the wadded material between Tyler’s teeth, pushing it further back, stifling his cries, and grabbed a roll of the silver duct tape, quickly wrapping this around Tyler’s face, going front to back five times. This pushed Tyler’s cheeks out and caused his to protest—in vain. Rex placed several layers of duct tape under Tyler’s chin too, to secure it in place.
“Mmmmppphhh, uummmppphh, nnnmmmppphhh!” Tyler tired to talk.
Rex noticed the suspicious bulge in Tyler’s tight black jeans and smiled. “Looks like you like it!” he said.
Tyler looked embarrassed but when Rex asked him if he wanted out Tyler replied, “nnnnoommmppphhh.”
“I take that as a no,” Rex said. Tyler nodded his head in agreement.
Rex lifted Tyler off the chair and moved him over to the king size bed. He decided to take his high tops off and pulled his socks off too. He grabbed thin cord from his own bag and mischievously bound Tyler’s big toes together, cinching these as well. Jack decided to finish Tyler off with a nice tight hog-tie, drawing his heels up to almost touch his bound wrists.
TBC
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Jack Roper on Mon Jun 04, 2012 2:38 pm, edited 4 times in total.