## My best mate Steven. An evening of tight ropes and gags m/m

Post by bondagelad1977 » Mon Jun 20, 2011 5:00 am

This story will probably get a bit sexual. If you are likely to be offended in any way, please don't read.
9pm
â€œMmmmmphâ€. I tried to shout out through the thick hand covering my mouth. â€œShhhhhhhâ€ said Steven, clamping his hand tighter.
Steven was my best friend. At 5â€™11 and 180 pounds of lean muscle, there was no way I could get out from underneath him. I am 5â€™6 and quite skinny. Steven had huge hands, one of which was currently clamped tight over my protesting mouth.
Stevenâ€™s hands were chunky, with a light covering of blonde hair. He also had thick fingers and a very strong grip!
The reason I found myself in this predicament was because of my big mouth. I had taunted Steven over some pictures I had found on his laptop. Pictures of men tied up. I knew Steven was bi-sexual; he had confided in me one drunken evening. Also, I had always suspected that he had a bit of a dark side sexually.
Steven pinned me down, that thick, hard hand still covering my mouth, preventing me from speaking. â€œIâ€™m gonna teach you a lesson.â€ He whispered menacingly in my ear. â€œMmmmmmmmmmmmphâ€, I replied.
I started to regret ever looking at the laptop. I had never felt so helpless. A lad far stronger than me was pinning me down and preventing me from shouting out. I wondered what he was going to do to me. I tried to explain to him that I was sorry but couldnâ€™t get the words out. â€œMMMMMMMMMPPPH!!!â€ Every time I tried to talk, the hand clamped tighter. I was well and truly silenced by Steven.
After a few minutes I stopped struggling, as it was getting me nowhere fast. I was breathing hard through my nose and felt exhausted. â€œHaha. Tired you out have I? Cheeky little shit. You shouldnâ€™t go poking your nose into other peoplesâ€™ things should you?â€
I didnâ€™t even bother trying to reply.
â€œSo, youâ€™ve seen what kind of stuff I like.â€ Said Steven, â€œReckon as punishment, you should get tied up.â€
â€œMMMMMMMMPHâ€, I tried to yell out through Stevenâ€™s palm but it was like a vice around my mouth.
â€œHa! Was that you agreeing?â€ laughed Steven.
Because Steven was lying on top of me I could feel his strong body pressed against me. I didnâ€™t mind the feel of him on me but I was a bit nervous about getting tied up. I knew that Steven liked the idea as his crotch felt a little closer to me than it had before, and his heart was pounding against my back. He was excited, and truth be known I was kind of enjoying the feel of him pushed against me.
â€œI am gonna rope you up mister. Nice and tight. That cheeky little mouth of yours is going to get gagged too. Iâ€™m gonna stuff it and secure it so all you can do it mumble into it!â€ Steven laughed as he taunted me and I could feel his cock twitching against me.
To be continuedâ€¦â€¦
Any suggestions from people? This is my first story so be gentle
Last edited by bondagelad1977 on Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:47 am, edited 2 times in total.

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Post by fratboydanny » Mon Jun 20, 2011 7:07 am

I really like it. You have set this up nicely, write well and clearly are into it. Damn I wished I'd been the one to look at the laptop...maybe he is shown the pics and asked how he wants to be tied up...just a thought.

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Post by xtc » Mon Jun 20, 2011 7:33 am

Good start. What happened to your other two posts?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by Jack Roper » Mon Jun 20, 2011 9:50 am

Great beginning--you captured my interest immediately and your descriptive wording is wonderful. Please continue!

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Post by Gagged Guy » Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:02 pm

Nice start, I'm looking forward to finding out what Steven did to you!
"Mmmph!"
https://cbe005.chat.mibbit.com/

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Post by capturedsuperhero » Tue Jun 21, 2011 8:30 am

nice work!
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!

### Re: My best mate Steven. An evening of tight ropes and tight

Post by bondagelad1977 » Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:50 am

Thanks for the comments. I tried to start a story ages ago, but at that time my user name was my real name. I got paranoid because a Google search of my name brought the story up.
here goes...Part II
10pm
Steven did a good job on me; I had never felt so helpless. The bastard had overpowered me and trussed me up good and proper, keeping my mouth muffled the whole time!
As I lay on the floor, I thought about how easily he had immobilised me. After making his threat to â€˜rope me upâ€™, Steven effortlessly pulled me up, one hand still clamped over my mouth, keeping me quiet.
He had dragged me backwards into his room, one arm twisted behind me, held there by his own arm; strong and muscular. I mumbled into his palm all the way, and tried to put up a struggle as best as I could, but he was far too strong for me. â€œMmmmmmm mmmmphh!â€
I was also painfully aware that I was excited by what was happening. I had grey jogging bottoms on, and I knew without a doubt that the front of them was showing far more than usual. Even wearing thin, tight, white cotton briefs could not fully hide the hard on I was sporting.
After dragging me into his room, still holding me firm, Steven let go of my arm and reached for the nearby set of drawers; I heard them being opened. â€œRight then, I reckon we should get started.â€ He laughed. By this point I had stopped struggling as much. I was sweating from the exertion, and was breathing hard through my nose because of the massive hand clamped over my mouth.
â€œRight then cheeky ladâ€, said Steven, â€œTime to shut you up for a bit eh?â€ I tried to twist my head round to look at him but he held me firm. Steven grabbed my arm again and removed his other hand from across my mouth. â€œPlease donâ€™t.â€ I said, â€œI wonâ€™t take the piss again.â€ Steven laughed and said, â€œDonâ€™t tell me youâ€™re not enjoying it a bit anyway.â€
I was lost for words; I couldnâ€™t really deny it. Steven brought his hand back in front of my face, this time it was holding a rolled up pair of white sports socks. I knew instantly what he was going to do. â€œAwwww fuck Ste. Donâ€™t put them in my mouth!â€ I protested.
Steven brought his hand closer to my mouth and rubbed the socks against my lips; I was keeping my mouth firmly shut to avoid being gagged. â€œEasy way or hard way, you decide.â€ he taunted. Steven pushed harder with the socks against my mouth, forcing my lips open. His other hand suddenly let go of my arm and held my nostrils shut, which made me open my mouth in reflex. I felt the massive bundle of rolled up sock being pushed into my mouth. Steven didnâ€™t just push them in and leave it at that. He methodically forced every part of the socks into my mouth, bit by bit, using his thick fingers to force the wad of material deeper.
â€œMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. MMMMMMMMM!â€ I tried to protest, but I couldnâ€™t form the words. I really had to fight the gag just to be able to breathe properly. â€œThatâ€™s it, just relax and take that big fucking gag into your mouthâ€
After my mouth was rendered useless for speech by the massive wad of rolled up sports sock, and I had stopped fighting it, the all too familiar hand clamped over my mouth again. â€œNeed to keep that in place really donâ€™t I?â€ said Steven. I tried to bring my hand up to my mouth to prise Stevenâ€™s strong fingers off but he held firm. There was no way I was strong enough to remove them. Within seconds Steven had secured my mouth with what I presumed was a bandanna, from the glimpse I got as it flashed past my face towards my already full mouth.
I was gagged very effectively. The socks in my mouth kept it full, and my cheeks bulged with the amount of material keeping me quiet. The bandanna was stretched tight across my mouth, holding the socks in, and tied off brutally tight behind my head. â€œI havenâ€™t finished yetâ€ said Steven, â€œBandages always come in handy.â€
Still holding one arm behind my back, Steven started to wrap thick bandage around my mouth. He brought his face closer to mine, and held the bandage in place with his teeth while he got the first wrap round my mouth. I could feel him breathing heavy against me through his nose. After wrapping a good few metres of bandage around my mouth and head, there was no way I was getting that gag out. I tried to push it with my tongue but it was useless. I was gagged completely and I knew that this was just the start.

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Post by fratboydanny » Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:14 am

Oh my. What a great friend to have.

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Post by sarwrductan » Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:03 am

Oohhhh I can't wait for the continuation...
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

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Post by capturedsuperhero » Wed Jun 22, 2011 4:28 pm

this is getting better and better
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!

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Post by bondagelad1977 » Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:29 am

Steven, still holding my arm behind me had pushed me to the floor. I tried protesting, but with that massive gag shutting me up I wasnâ€™t able to form words properly. I mumbled into the gag, desperately trying to fight it with no success.
Steven started to bind my hands behind me using soft cotton rope that seemed to appear from nowhere. I remember thinking that the dirty fucker was nothing if not prepared. He was very methodical with the tying, and wrapped the rope multiple times around my hands. He finished off the tie by looping the rope opposite ways between my wrists and cinching it. I tried to reach for the knot but he had made sure that it was well out of reach.
He had done a good job; the ropes were tight but didnâ€™t cut off any circulation in my wrists. They were also pretty much inescapable! Steven moved in front of me and stared at my sweaty, gagged face. â€œYou look pretty good like that.â€ He smiled, â€œNice and quiet for me eh?â€ I mmphed into my mouth filling, frustrating gag, and shot him a dirty look.
As I looked up at Steven, I realised just how strong he was. In almost no time, he had gagged me, and bound my hands as if I had no strength at all; I felt powerless. Steven was sweaty from his hard work, and the front of his blue nylon tracksuit bottoms showed me just how excited he was about the situation. The tracksuit bottoms were quite tight around the crotch to start with, but the hard on he had was pushing against them and making them tighter.
Steven turned away, (the sideways view of his bulge made him look enormous), and walked over to the far side of the room where he searched under his bed for a few seconds. He stood up with his hands full of soft, white cotton rope and a roll of wide, silver duct tape. I frantically tried to communicate with him, â€œMMMM MMMMMMMMMPH!â€ although at that point I pretty much wanted to see how far he would go. I was surprised at just how much I was enjoying the feeling of being helpless, and decided to roll with it.
â€œTime to finish what I started I reckon.â€ Steven said, Told you I was gonna rope you upâ€. His voice was husky, and I knew that he was massively turned on.
Steven walked behind me and lowered his hard body onto mine. I could feel him breathing on the back of my neck, fast and hot. Stevenâ€™s body was pressed against mine; closer than I had ever been to another guy. I could feel his strong chest; his heart was pounding against it. I was also very much aware of his cock pressed firmly against my arse, still covered in my grey joggers. I moaned into my gag and Stevenâ€™s cock twitched against me.
Steven ground his crotch into my joggers and in a husky voice told me that he was going to finish tying me up, and that I should just enjoy it. I didnâ€™t protest.
Steven took his weight off me and rolled me over onto my back. My own hard cock was obscenely jutting out from in front of me. Pushing against the grey fabric that covered it. He grabbed the waistband of the joggers and slowly pulled them down over my crotch and down my legs. The thin, white briefs I was wearing were bulging at the front. My cock had stretched the front pouch out and they were wet. I felt embarrassed but also majorly turned on. â€œFucking Hellâ€, smiled Steven â€œThat looks impressive.â€
Within a few minutes, Steven had tied my feet and knees together with the rope. Knotted tight and keeping me still. I was bound hand and foot, gagged and horny. Steven had all the power, and he was going to use it. I wanted him to.

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Post by bondagelad1977 » Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:19 am

10.30pm
I had been tied up for about an hour now, and my cock showed no signs of tiring. I was tied up tight; no amount of sweaty struggling would get me loose from the ropes that held me. The gag was as tight as ever and I couldnâ€™t get it loose at all. I was immobile, sweaty, horny, and muffled. The gag was an effective one that kept any real talking at bay. When I attempted to talk, it defeated me every time.
Steven must have enjoyed me trying to speak through the gag; he kept asking me questions that he knew I couldnâ€™t answer. â€œEnjoying it are you then?â€ he said, â€œGo on tell me. Tell me that you donâ€™t like it. If I can understand you, maybe Iâ€™ll untie you.â€
I was quite happy to stay tied longer, but I played the game and tried to answer him. The now soaking socks that had been forced into my mouth absorbed my speech and kept me quiet.
Steven had taken off his t-shirt and the blue nylon tracksuit bottoms he had been wearing. His muscular, toned body was shining with a sheen of fresh sweat. The light blonde hair that lightly covered his chest and arms was slightly damp. He looked hot and he knew it. Steven was wearing grey briefs, no particular brand, and just cheap ones. The bulge at the front of them was large and hard, and like mine they had a damp patch.
I could smell Stevenâ€™s body, musky with a hint of deodorant, and it was driving me wild. I wanted him to move closer so that I could inhale him. I wanted to be held against his strong chest. I wanted him to move my face nearer to his armpits so that I could inhale his masculine scent. Most of all, I wanted to touch him through his briefs.
â€œYou like looking donâ€™t you?â€ he said gently â€œYou liking what you see?â€œ I mmmphed in agreement and nodded my head. There was no use pretending I didnâ€™t want this anymore. We both knew that I did.
Steven stood up, his leg muscles tensing as he did. He loomed over me and I examined his body. I marveled at the strong, muscular calves that lead up to his powerful, lightly haired thighs. I imagined what it might be like to put my face against the grey briefs that covered the massive bulge he had, to rest my head against his flat, toned stomach.
Steven liked me admiring his body and turned around. The briefs he was wearing were stretched tight over his rock solid arse. Not one crease in them; he filled them well. I wanted to run my hands over the cheeks of his arse, across the briefs and down to his thighs. I wanted to reach around and touch him. He had all the power though. I was tied and gagged and couldnâ€™t do any of those things without him letting me.
I mumbled my pleasure into the gag and Steven turned to face me. He knelt down and brought his face closer to mine. Lying beside me, he brought his mouth towards my gag and started to kiss me over it. I could feel his lips pressing against the gag. I wanted to kiss back, but the gag prevented me from doing so.
â€œMmmmmmmmmmmph mmmmmpppphâ€
Steven moved the hand that wasnâ€™t holding the back of my head over my body. He slid his huge hand down the back of my briefs and squeezed the cheeks of my arse. I pushed my face against him and wished this had happened before. I knew I liked this. I knew I wanted it, and not just once.

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Post by bondagelad1977 » Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:08 am

Conclusion
I had spent most of the night bound and gagged by my friend Steven. I had experienced pleasure that I would never have imagined. I thought I was sure of my sexuality, I knew I liked girls, however Steven had made me feel more excited than I had ever been. I had a feeling of enjoyable confusion.
After he untied me and pulled the soaking gag from my mouth, Steven asked if I was OK. I told him that I was more than OK, and that I had enjoyed every second. We talked into the early hours, and Steven explained that he had loved tying guys up for as long as he could remember. He told me that as a child, he would become hard whenever a bondage scene happened in a movie.
I told Steven that I would be more than willing to be his prisoner again, and he smiled. â€œIâ€™d like that. You were hornyâ€, he said.
As dawn broke, I lay on my best friendâ€™s bed, admiring his masculine, hard body and imagining possible future scenarios. I couldnâ€™t believe what had happened, and how much I had enjoyed it. I turned my exhausted body over to get some sleep. Steven moved close to me and clamped his hand over my mouth.
â€œNight buddyâ€ he whispered.

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Post by Jack Roper » Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:40 pm

Wonderful story, highly erotic. Great job! Hope you have more tales to follow (I was gonna say "cum", but that would be crass).

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Post by bondagelad1977 » Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:43 pm

Cheers mate. Glad you enjoyed it. I will try and get my arse into gear to write some more.

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Post by xtc » Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:18 pm

> bondagelad1977 wrote:Cheers mate. Glad you enjoyed it. I will try and get my arse into gear to write some more.

How nice to read the Engish language instead of reading about people trying to motivate donkeys!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by fratboydanny » Fri Jun 24, 2011 1:38 pm

Oh my. This was so fun to read. Thank you, bondagelad, for sharing this event with us. How long was it before Steven tied you up again?

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Post by Gagged Guy » Sat Jun 25, 2011 5:29 am

That was a great story, and really well written. Well done!
"Mmmph!"
https://cbe005.chat.mibbit.com/

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Post by sarwrductan » Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:30 pm

I like stories I can "visualize "when I read them. This is one of them. Look forward to some more.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

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Post by mikeybound » Fri Jul 20, 2012 4:53 pm

Sooo good!

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Post by Canuck33 » Sun Jul 22, 2012 7:49 pm

That was an excellent story! Very well detailed and fun to read. Steven sounds like a really good friend to have
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.