Improvisation in Albany
Brooding and aggravated, Hunter drove south along the Adirondack Northway. Traffic had gotten progressively worse as he approached the Capital District in his rattletrap pickup that had weathered one to many Vermont winters. With disgust, and with one eye on his GPS, the young teacher had been reflecting upon his principal's "suggestion" that he attend a three-day conference on managing student behavior. Three days, that is, during his much-needed spring break. Normally, he wouldn't have minded a mini vacation taken on the school board's dime.... but Albany? Ugh. Why not Boston or New York- or even Montreal, for that matter? Instead, he was headed for one of the biggest cesspools in the Northeast. The conference might as well have been held in Bridgeport, Connecticut. This was going to suck.... he just knew it.
Just as Hunter was entering both a literal and figurative pit of despair, his cell phone emitted a cheerful chirp. He read the text message with one uneasy eye on the stop and go congestion that he was so unaccustomed to as a Vermonter. It read: "Hey man! My phone went through the wash, and I just got a replacement an hour ago. Hell yeah I want to meet up! Time and place?" With a quickened heartbeat, Hunter tossed the phone aside on the truck's torn bench seat. He wasn't going to risk a response to Kevin's belated message while attempting to navigate the Northway. Suddenly, things were looking up!
Hunter and Kevin had met on a BDSM hook-up site, and had enjoyed two VERY hot encounters before other obligations, geographic distance, and life in general had caused the two young men to lose touch. Kevin lived outside of Ithaca, where he had gone to school. For him, Albany was a mere stone's throw away, which is why Hunter was so discouraged at his friend's initial failure to respond to his invitation.
Awash in thoughts of hot, unexpected hotel bondage, the remaining few miles of Hunter's drive flew by in a blur. After parking in the hotel's garage, he was finally able to communicate to Kevin his location and schedule for the coming three days.
. . .
As he had anticipated, the next day was beyond excruciating. With each passing hour, the monotonous presenter sounded more and more like the unseen parental figures from the old "Peanuts" cartoons. This was compounded by the fact that an ever-increasing quantity of blood was now being redirected from Hunter's brain to... well... other parts of his anatomy. Hunter tapped his foot nervously as 4:00 ticked nearer. He had stopped at the hotel's front desk before lunch in order to add Kevin to the room's registration. Was he already upstairs waiting and organizing the night's festivities? The uncertainty and anticipation was just killing the energetic and fidgety young man.
The presenter had merely hinted that he was about to wrap up for the day, though Hunter had nevertheless darted from the cavernous conference room. Ignoring the painfully slow elevator, he sprinted up six flights of stairs, two at a time. Hearing the vague chatter of a TV within the room, Hunter's hand shook as he inserted the plastic key card into the slot. Wide grins spread across the faces of both men as Hunter slipped into the room, pushing the door closed behind him.
Hunter's guest lay upon one of the room's two queen-size beds; his head and back propped against a pile of pillows. Kevin's clothes- all of them- were draped over the arms of a wooden chair near the room's small work table. His athletic form wasn't completely bare, however. He wore a full torso black leather buckling harness, matching collar, heavy duty locking wrist restraints, and bulky black leather shit-kicker boots with thick, rubbery soles. He knew perfectly well that the combination would make Hunter drool, and it did.
The lounging Kevin motioned to get up from the bed, but Hunter was on him like stink on shit. Hunter embraced his leather-clad friend, running his hands over Kevin's muscled arms and back while pecking kisses along his neck and shoulders. Both men were as excited as horny teenagers, though at least Hunter's arousal was partially hidden by his jeans. After several minutes of getting "reacquainted," Hunter lay panting, partially atop his guest. For a moment the pair were silent, content to simply enjoy each other's presence. Finally, Hunter spoke.
"So, Kev, what did ya bring?"
"Uh... what do ya mean?" he responded cluelessly.
"Dude, don't mess with me. I've been dreaming of bondage all damn day! What did you bring for gear?" said Hunter with a sinking feeling growing in his empty stomach.
"You're the gear pig," Kevin laughed uncertainly. "Are you telling me you didn't bring your usual bag of tricks?"
"No, Dude! You didn't get back to me until I was like fifteen minutes from Albany. What was I going to do... tie myself up?"
"Well... yeah!" laughed Kevin, trying to break the tension. Hunter slumped onto the bed, looking like a kid who's just been told that Christmas was cancelled.
Trying to salvage the situation, Kevin proclaimed, "It's not a total disaster. I've got my restraints." He waved his hands, showing off the gleaming chrome hardware of the buckling leather wrist manacles. "Oh yeah, and I brought my Smith and Wesson handcuffs and leg irons," he added hopefully. Hunter, however, still looked as if he'd been sucker-punched in the gut.
Both men lay on the bed; Hunter looking despondent, and Kevin as if grasping for solutions. Suddenly, and without explanation, Kevin got up and began to haphazardly throw clothing on over his leather gear.
Hunter looked even more heartbroken. "So, what? You're leaving now?" he pouted.
Kevin messed Hunter's unruly brown hair even further. "Stop you're whining. I'll be back in a few minutes." He put on his jacket, which managed to hide the wrist restraints and harness, and strode from the room, seemingly unconcerned about the exposed bondage collar and heavy black boots. Intrigued, Hunter's mood brightened. He lay on the bed facing the door- reminiscent of an eager dog awaiting the return of his master.
After a mere five minutes, Hunter heard the slight electronic clack of the lock. Kevin stepped part way into the room bearing an armload of neatly folded white bed sheets, which he flung in Hunter's direction. Kevin held up a single index finger with a beguiling smirk on his face before disappearing into the hallway once more. The door hadn't even time to swing closed before being flung fully open by Kevin, who reentered the room pushing a sturdy-looking bellhop's luggage cart.
Hunter looked both amused and confused, and Kevin wore a wide Cheshire Cat grin on his face. Saying nothing, Kevin quickly shed his clothing, returning to his earlier leather-clad state. "I've got some prep work to do, and I want something pretty to look at while I do it. Get undressed, but you can leave your socks and those tight Calvin Klein boxer brief undies you always wear," Kevin commanded. Hunter wasn't about to argue, and complied quickly with his friend's instructions.
Hunter stood, mostly naked, between the room's two queen beds as Kevin retrieved the Smith and Wesson handcuffs and leg irons from his largely empty duffle bag. Hunter instinctively and submissively placed his hands behind his back as Kevin approached. Kevin applied the cuffs snugly, and his prisoner sighed deeply as the familiar ratcheting sound signaled the beginning of his captivity. Standing at just over six feet tall, Kevin both physically and mentally dominated his somewhat shorter and slighter companion.
Kevin shoved Hunter onto the nearest of the two beds, then sat straddling his cuffed arms and back, facing the helpless boy's socked feet. "Gimme your feet," he demanded. Eager to be restrained, Hunter did as he was told. Kevin cuffed one ankle with the leg iron, fed the other end around the chain of the handcuffs, then secured the second ankle. The short ten-inch hobble of the leg irons made for a quick, though strict, hogtie. Not completely satisfied, Kevin climbed off of his captive and freed his black leather belt from the belt loops of his jeans. He did the same with Hunter's belt after locating his jeans on the floor.
Standing beside the bed, Kevin looped the belt around Hunter's upper arms, just above his elbows. Quickly realizing that the belt needed to be cinched tighter than the existing slots allowed, he fetched his beat-up Swiss army knife that doubled as a key chain. Choosing the awl tool, he poked a few fresh holes in the belt. Good bondage ALWAYS trumps good sense. Once again, Kevin tightened the belt around Hunter's toned arms, nearly pulling his elbows close enough to touch. Hunter tested the effectiveness of his restraints, grunting with pleasure, as Kevin modified his captive's own belt in a similar fashion.
Kevin looked up at Hunter after adding the additional holes to his belt. "Oh, you don't mind, do you?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Dude, I'd let you poke a hole in anything if it helped to get me tied up."
Kevin laughed. "That's what I thought," he said wryly, stepping forward with the modified belt in hand. Hunter gazed up at his captor with a "more, please" look in his eyes. With a gentle push, Kevin rolled the hogtied Hunter onto his side, then proceeded to wrap the belt around the boy's legs, just above the knees. He cinched the belt tightly, and Hunter was content. In fact, the Calvin Kleins were unable to contain his approval. Kevin stood there for a moment, surveying his helpless friend, who was now tugging against the steel and leather for the sole purpose of enjoying the sensation of restraint.
Hunter watched with mounting curiosity as Kevin lifted the first of the white sheets from the floor at the foot of the bed. "You see, my friend, it's all about making the best of your situation. Opportunities are everywhere. You just need to be creative enough to improvise." He then chose to answer Hunter's question before it was even asked. "A housekeeping cart has been sitting in the hallway all day. Didn't you notice... or have you been thinking only with your other head today?" Hunter grinned but said nothing, still engaging in some light thrashing on the bed.
Again, Kevin reached for his trusty Swiss army knife as Hunter made a pathetic effort to rub his engorged member against the bedspread; its cleanliness already questionable at best. Continuing the futile effort to pleasure himself, Hunter watched as the young engineer unfolded the blade from the multi-tool and began slicing the edge of the first sheet at rough foot-long intervals. Each slit was no more than a few inches in length, and Kevin quickly moved on to a second sheet in only a couple of minutes.
By the time Kevin had completed these bizarre modifications to a fourth sheet and began reaching for a fifth, Hunter could no longer contain his curiosity. "What the fuck are you doing, dude?"
Kevin smiled. "Watch and learn, grasshopper!" Blissfully bound, Hunter lay on his side, gazing up at his captor's busy hands. Without warning, a sustained tearing sound pierced the silence. With one fluid motion, Kevin tore a long, straight strip from what had once been an expensive piece of bed linen. He whipped the strip of cotton fabric through the air with a flourish, releasing it so that it came to rest atop his confused-looking captive. The process was repeated- again and again. Hunter was no Cornell trained engineer, but immediately saw the genius in Kevin's plan.
Hunter was soon draped in luxurious strips of costly, destroyed sheets. As if he thought that Hunter still doubted his plans, Kevin wrapped the opposite ends of a single strip around the palms of each hand. He pulled the sheet taut, numerous times, demonstrating the impressive tensile strength of the fabric. Both boys grinned. "You're awesome!" said Hunter. Kevin messed Hunter's hair again with affection before continuing with his preparations.
He rolled the solidly-built bellhop's trolley to the foot of Hunter's bed. It was made up of a carpeted flat surface supported on four wheels. From each of the trolley's four corners rose sturdy brass uprights that came together within a framework of similar brass tubing roughly five feet above the platform. It made for an excellent mobile bondage frame, and Hunter admired his captor's thoughtfulness in adapting the mundane for his pleasure and enjoyment.
"Not whining now, are we?" Kevin teased while grabbing hold of Hunter by the belts encircling the boy's arms and thighs. Hunter only grunted as he was forced into a kneeling position on the bed. Startling Hunter, Kevin then hefted all of his bound captive's 165 pounds off of the bed and onto the trolley's platform with ease. Hunter knelt in the center of the trolley as Kevin unbelted his upper arms and unlocked the handcuffs. With his legs still belted and ankles chained, Hunter was forced to grip the vertical brass uprights of the trolley in order to balance himself while Kevin gathered a number of the eight foot long strips of torn cotton sheets, draping them around his collared neck.
Hunter stared at his friend with both infatuation and admiration. With his toned muscles, dark body hair, leather, and gleaming white ribbons of torn sheets, Kevin was fulfilling a number of Hunter's most intense bondage fantasies at once. Without hesitation, Kevin seized one of Hunter's wrists and began wrapping it with the end of one of his improvised sheet strips. "You know how I like it," said Hunter. There was almost a questioning inflection in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah," Kevin scoffed. "Strict, tight, and inescapable!" Hunter grinned as a second strip was wrapped around his opposite wrist. Kevin then passed the free ends of each sheet strip over the topmost framework at the left and right sides of the trolley. Standing in back of his captive, he thrust his knee into the small of Hunter's back, forcing the boy into as upright a stance as possible while remaining on his knees. Kevin pulled the sheet bound to Hunter's right wrist as taut as possible before tying it off to the tubular structure above. The same was done to Hunter's left wrist, effectively racking him within the brass frame. Hunter groaned, more in pleasure than anything else.
Separate strips of white sheet were soon tied around the elbows and upper biceps of both of Hunter's arms, which were then expertly bound directly to the brass uprights with numerous wrappings of the strong, though comfortable cloth. Hunter craned his head back in order to gaze up into Kevin's eyes as he pressed his torso against the helpless captive's back. Kevin pecked kisses along Hunter's neck as he reached around to tweak both nipples simultaneously. Moaning, Hunter pulled against the surprisingly effective bonds, heightening his growing pleasure. Before resuming the trussing of his captive, Kevin squeezed his engorged cock and balls beneath the black Calvin Kleins, which were already damp with pre-cum.
Entering a state of mind clouded by bondage-induced euphoria, Hunter was unable to formulate a sentence more complex than a mumbled thank you. Releasing the writhing captive from his grasp, Kevin then unlocked the Smith and Wesson leg irons from Hunter's ankles and unbelted his thighs. Without prompting, Hunter repositioned his legs to a more comfortable kneeling stance, though this newfound freedom was short-lived. Yet more sheet strips were tied around Hunter's upper and lower thighs.
Glancing down with arousal and interest, Hunter grunted as Kevin forced his left knee toward the vertical uprights at his side, to which it was quickly bound. The bulk of Hunter's weight now rested upon his free right knee, which wasn't free for long. Crouching near the right side of the trolley and gripping the free end of the sheet tied to Hunter's unbound leg, Kevin pulled with considerable force until both knees were now splayed outward toward opposite sides of the trolley.
With his knees pulled to the sides, Hunter's torso was allowed to sink lower by an inch or two, adding increased strain to his bound, outstretched arms. Greater tension only made Hunter work harder to support his weight, and a glistening patina of sweat began to break out over the athletic boy's body as Kevin turned his attention to the remaining lengths of sheet that had already been tied around his willing prisoner's upper thighs. These were pulled just as taut as the bonds securing Hunter's hands, then tied off to horizontal cross members level with his shoulders to help relieve some of the pressure on the captive's knees.
Hunter thrashed and struggled, but to no avail. Kevin's expert bondage was simply too thorough. The bellhop's trolley shook amidst the pathetic efforts of its perverse cargo, and Hunter barely noticed as Kevin forced his ankles toward each other, and then into a crisscrossed position. With an entire eight foot length of sheet, Kevin bound his crossed ankles with a continuous figure eight pattern. Some might have called it overkill, though Hunter would have likely disagreed. Regardless, Kevin tied a final length of sheet around the boy's trussed ankles, then fed the loose end up and over another horizontal brace at the top of the trolley's framing. Pausing only for a moment to admire his friend's predicament, Kevin soon began applying firm downward pressure on the free end of the sheet. Hunter moaned in ecstasy as his feet rose up off the floor of the trolley. Kevin only stopped when Hunter's socked feet rested mere inches from his ass cheeks.
Resuming a position behind his completely immobilized captive, Kevin knelt down on the floor and embraced Hunter's racked out body from behind. Running his hands over the boy's sweaty, quivering arms, chest, and abdomen, Kevin spoke, softly but firmly into Hunter's ear. "How do you like it?" he asked. There was no immediate response. He spoke louder the second time. "How do you like it?" he repeated, only with a little more emphasis. Hunter's mumbled reply was nearly inaudible and incomprehensible. Kevin tried a different approach. Pinching one of Hunter's nipples with his left hand, he massaged the young man's cock with the other. Every muscle in the bound man's toned body seemed to convulse at once, and a piercing moan broke the silence. Kevin spoke louder still. "How do you like it?"
This time, Hunter managed a stammered reply, and Kevin stroked his captive's cock with each muttered word. "Uh.... strict....ahhhh..... tight.... uhhhh.... and inescapable!"
Though Hunter was unable to see it, the Cheshire Cat grin had returned to Kevin's face. "So, piggy.... is it strict?"
"Uhhhhhhh ahhhhhh... YES!"
"Is it TIGHT?" Kevin spat, continuing to fondle Hunter's package beneath his damp underwear.
"YES! Ahhhhhh....it's tight!" Hunter cried out, coming dangerously close to.... well... cumming.
"Is it.... inescapable?" Kevin barked into Hunter's ear.
"YES! Fuck Yes!" the writhing boy stammered as Kevin felt a warm mass gush against the inside of Hunter's Calvin Kleins. Pouring sweat, Hunter hung his head in exhaustion as the sheets bore the entire weight of his upper body.
Kevin stood and made his way around the trolley in order to face his spent captive. He knelt on the trolley along with Hunter and gave him a long, passionate kiss. Then, as if he were merely moving on to another mundane task, Kevin strode toward the hotel room's closet and opened the door. Only vaguely aware of what was happening, Hunter didn't hear the sound of cracking plastic as Kevin broke two attached clothespins from a hangar left by a previous guest.
Standing once more before his hopelessly bound friend, Kevin applied the clips to Hunter's already tender nipples, eliciting two moans of pleasurable pain. Kevin then laid down on the bed, switched on the TV, grabbed the telephone, and called for room service. The night was young, and he'd worked up an appetite!
Who says you can't have fun in Albany?