Part 1: A Little Too Anxious -or- Ian's Outing
Panic spread like a wave through Ian’s body as he heard the muffled, though distinctive, thump produced upon opening the door to his Boston apartment. Almost nothing worked correctly or sat squarely in the century old four-family he had called home during his final two years at Northeastern. A sound that had previously been only a minor nuisance now caused his adrenaline to surge far greater than it had only moments before.
“Fuck!†surprisingly, was all the usually brilliant Ian could think to shout into the thick leather muzzle held tightly to his face by four roller buckles. It was this piece of headgear that seemed to excite him the most only moments ago, but now prevented him from warning any unprepared visitor of the shock that he or she would surely encounter.
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Ian had been anticipating this weekend for some time. He would finally get the privacy he had so badly needed, at least temporarily, as his significant other of the last ten months had mercifully gone to Connecticut to visit her family and friends.
Ashley had been introduced to Ian by Zach, a fellow player on Northeastern’s accomplished soccer team. Ian was often described as one of the school’s most eligible bachelors, and was the constant target of set-ups from his well-meaning teammates, who seemed hell-bent at finding their star goalie a “hot piece of assâ€. This, Ashley certainly was. A princess from one of Fairfield County, Connecticut’s blue blood families- Ashley seemed a fit prize for one of Northeastern’s most respected student athletes. Ian quickly flashed to Zach’s insistence that he simply couldn’t “fuck this one upâ€.
Though reluctantly, Ian played the part of the rich girl’s gorgeous boyfriend as the hollow relationship progressed. Ashley was great- blond, and put together like a goddess. Ian was succeeding in quelling the suspicions that he was almost sure were held by some of his friends and teammates by carrying on this seemingly predestined relationship with a girl whom everyone in his world regarded as an excellent catch.
While Ashley was both open-minded and fun, she was also very goal-oriented, and had a clear vision mapped out of what her ideal relationship must look like. The timeline she envisioned obviously included live-in status by month six, as Ian was hounded to allow her to move her remaining belongings into his former bachelor pad after only half a year together.
What should have been a major change went mostly unnoticed since most of Ashley’s stuff had worked its way into Ian’s apartment throughout the previous winter break. Though it had only been a month since Ian had, with a sick stomach, unceremoniously “offered†to share his home with Ashley, it had actually been an entire semester since he had enjoyed any real time alone.
It was for this very reason why Ian’s heart pumped as he helped Ashley load up the car for the three-hour journey to her parent’s home in southwestern Connecticut.
“Exams aren’t for ages. Why the hell don’t you want to come?†Ashley whined for what seemed like the twentieth time.
“I just need some down-time,†was Ian’s programmed response. “You know how stressed I’ve been.â€
“Suit yourself,†was Ashley’s retort as she pecked him on the cheek. Ashley climbed into the Escalade purchased for her by her father- the same one that looked so out of place in this working class neighborhood. “Call me,†she mouthed hopefully while pulling away from the curb. Why did Ian appear so seemingly excited at the prospect of their first weekend apart since becoming a serious couple? She would surely miss him. Shouldn’t he feel the same? Ashley dismissed these thoughts as she scolded herself for being so overly analytical and paranoid. Of course Ian loved her.
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Ian had only allowed fifteen minutes to lapse before climbing the stairs to the attic of his fourth floor apartment. With a slight grin on his face he began pulling the combination padlocks off of two ubiquitous trunks found in college dorms everywhere. Ashley had only once inquired as to their contents while moving her winter clothes into the attic. Ian attempted to ignore her questioning, mumbling, “Old textbooks and stuff,†as he absentmindedly juggled a soccer ball.
Never had Ian considered that he failed to allow enough time to pass as he revealed the contents of the first trunk to contain dozens of lengths of tan hemp rope, as well as shiny steel chains of varying lengths and sizes. He ran his hand across the chain before quickly turning his attention to the second trunk, which seemed to be stuffed to the point of overflowing with leather straps of numerous widths with heavy chrome roller buckles.
Ian’s pulse quickened as he removed the many restraints, harnesses, and straps that lined the top half of the trunk, revealing additional, harder to identify playthings below that appeared to be made of rubber, latex, and other shiny, black materials.
At first glance, this small, stifling attic didn’t appear to be anything out of the ordinary, though a trained eye would have quickly recognized the steel ring dangling from a chain hoist, as well as the unmade bed resting on a heavy, one-piece steel frame with welded head and foot boards, as the toys of a sort of person that Ian couldn’t possibly be.
Ian began to remove two twenty foot long pieces of heavy chain from the first trunk and carried them over to the floor at the foot of the bed. He carelessly dropped the first chain before tossing the second toward the head of the bed. For a change, he didn’t care about making a racket- no one was home. He walked back to the first trunk and pulled a cardboard box from beneath the coiled rope that contained a variety of padlocks. After placing the box at the foot of the bed he chose a large padlock and adeptly secured one end of the chain to the leg in the front left of the bed. The rest of this length of chain sat in a heap at the head of the bed as he did the same with the second length of chain, though at the right side of the bed. The chains came over the top of the mattress at the front, not at the sides of the bed.
Though it was only late April, it was still over eighty degrees in the unventilated attic, and Ian began to sweat as he crisscrossed the chains into an X, bringing the ends down to opposite sides of the bed. He grabbed a lock before looping the end of the first chain around the leg at the right side of the foot of the bed. Ian cinched the chain down tightly before locking it around the leg. He then did the same to the remaining chain at the top of the bed, creating a taught crisscross upon the surface of the mattress. There still remained a number of feet of unused chain at each of the two legs at the bottom end of the bed frame. Ian picked up each of these ends and piled them at the point just before each chain disappeared over the edges of the mattress. He rubbed the crotch of his athletic shorts as he anticipated attaching these ends to his chain harness.
As if he had forgotten, Ian quickly knelt down at the left side of the bed and slipped his arm between the mattress and box spring. From here he pulled a three foot long loop made of a yellow braided nylon tow strap that he had purchased from Home Depot the previous year. He briefly remembered the embarrassment he felt while purchasing the two thirty foot long straps, thinking that the cashier must know his true intentions for this seemingly innocuous item.
Ian then moved to the opposite side of the bed where he pulled the loop made by the other end of this first strap from beneath the mattress. These two ends came over the mattress just below the point where the two chains disappeared over the sides of the bed to be attached to the legs. The straps lay about a foot and a half from the foot of the bed. Ian then uncovered two more loops made of the same strapping that were brought over the top of the mattresses about a foot and a half from the head of the bed. He had spent a frustrating twenty minutes early last semester having to adjust the length of these loops that passed underneath the mattress at both ends of the bed. It was important that the two top loops hold his elbows tightly to the sides of the bed, at the same time allowing his hands to be locked together while held over his head as he lay on his back. The same adjustments to the loops at the foot of the bed were needed to ensure that his feet could be brought together as his knees were secured toward the sides of the bed.
With sweat dripping from his forehead, Ian pushed a lock of perspiration-soaked dirty-blond hair away from his eyes as he plucked two six foot lengths of chain from one of the trunks. From experience, he knew exactly where his shoulders would fall when laying on the bed. Ensuring that at least two feet of chain was left for later use, he attached this shorter chain to one of the crisscrossed chains, just above the point where his left shoulder would soon be. With the reserved two foot section placed aside, Ian brought the remaining length of the chain down to the lower left part of the X created by the two crisscrossed chains and locked it to this second spot. Piled up near this padlock was another unused two feet of chain that would also be set aside until later. Ian quickly repeated this process with the second six foot chain, the top of which was attached just above the point where his right shoulder would lie, and the bottom locked to the bottom leg of the X at the right side. Ian stood back surveying with satisfaction the six attachment points that were now ready for his body harness.
Now only three short lengths of chain needed to be added to the bed to complete what Ian felt was a masterpiece of self-bondage. A two foot length of chain was attached to the center of the welded steel headboard, level with the mattress. The final two were locked to the two legs at the foot of the bed, though these were brought up on to the mattress at the bottom of the bed, not at the sides. Ian admired his handiwork as he adjusted the lengths of chain that would soon render him helpless. He then strategically placed additional padlocks near each of the six unattached ends of chain that sat on the bed.
Ian removed the thin gray t-shirt that had begun to stick with sweat to his muscular chest and back before kneeling in front of the second trunk. Here he fumbled for a few minutes before standing with an armload of heavy, black cowhide restraints. With his excitement building, Ian distractedly kicked off his Adidas soccer shorts and tight boxer briefs before sitting to attach his five inch wide, three roller buckle ankle restraints. He rubbed his stiffening cock before reminding himself to keep his hands to himself until later.
Ian admired his well-defined six foot frame in a dusty old full-length mirror that leaned against a nearby wall as he secured the four inch wide black leather wrist restrains to his arms. From the box of padlocks he pulled four identical miniature locks that he carefully secured onto the two locking buckles on each of the wrist restraints. Ian now realized how acutely aware his senses were becoming as he jumped upon hearing a car door slam shut in the distance. Peering from the grimy window on the front gable end of the attic he recognized the car as belonging to one of his downstairs neighbors.
Relieved, Ian now strode over to the first of the two trunks and removed what appeared to be a tangled mess of chains attached to four inch diameter steel rings. His practiced hand soon found their mark as he slipped his head between two pieces of chain. It quickly became apparent that he was donning a full body chain harness. Though he had no one to show this handiwork off too, Ian was quite proud of this item that he had crafted after a leather harness he owned of the same design. The different lengths of chain of the harness were connected using add-a-link chain connectors, also purchased with a good deal of unnecessary embarrassment from the local Home Depot. The short length of chain that descended past his navel, as well as the one that passed blow the small of his back and between his ass cheeks, were both connected to two attached rings- a smaller diameter at the top for his cock, and a slightly larger one at the bottom to accommodate his balls.
With sweat dripping from his forehead Ian again examined himself in the mirror- it was now that he would have loved for a like-minded individual to finish restraining him. After a final reach into the second toy box Ian carefully removed one of his favorite items- the black leather head harness with muzzle through which he would soon be attempting to shout unheard warnings. Ian placed the muzzle ceremoniously on to the waiting bed.
Ian now descended the rickety attic stairway into his fourth floor apartment. He had carefully drawn all of the blinds the moment he was back in the house and Ashley was out of sight. He approached the freezer and removed a paper cup full of solidly frozen water. Entombed in the center of the block of ice was one end of a small coil of string of about five feet in length. A second such oddity was sitting in the back of the freezer, as he planned additional fun later in the weekend.
With his chain harness clinking Ian remounted the attic stairs, approached the bed, and then stood on a small chair near the headboard in order to place the cup of ice on an almost unnoticeable shelf that was built into the roof truss five feet or so above where his arms would soon be securely restrained. To the free end of the length of string frozen in the ice he attached two keys that would unlock different padlocks in roughly a few hours time. Once he was satisfied with the knots he dropped the keys, which now hung roughly a foot from the surface of the mattress.
After a final glance at the bed, symmetrically strewn with chains, nylon straps, and padlocks, Ian turned his attention to the muzzle sitting on one of the only chain-free spots on the bed. Since its last use, the straps of the head harness had only been loosened, not totally unbuckled, allowing Ian to easily slip the muzzle over his head. He began with the attached collar, ensuring that it was snug, but not so tight as to restrict his breathing. He then began to tighten the straps on either side of the muzzle itself, pulling the roller buckles tight enough so that the thick leather of the muzzle almost completely prevented him from breathing through his mouth. Ian finally cinched the two straps that came from the top of the muzzle, passed over both temples, and around the back of his head.
As focused as he might have been during the final moments of a tied championship match, Ian breathed deeply through his nostrils as he sat on the foot of the bed. He slid himself back slightly, maneuvering his right leg through one of the nylon tow strap loops. He did the same with his left leg, ensuring that the straps circled each leg at the knee. Ian knew that he must concentrate on the remaining bondage that he wanted to apply, as he had succumbed to masturbation at this point before- overly excited by the wrist and ankle restraints, muzzle, and chain harness.
He moved both ankles to the center of the edge at the bottom of the bed, at the same time grabbing one of the large padlocks that he had left within reach. He then brought the two short chains that had been attached to the bottom feet of the bed frame together toward the center, placing the shackle of the lock through them at the center of the bed, just at its edge. Ian then grunted into the muzzle as he strained to bring his ankles together near the padlock. With one seamless motion he captured the D rings of both ankle restraints in the padlock, closing the shackle with a satisfying click.
A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eye as Ian laid back to test the straps and chains immobilizing his legs. His cock was rock hard, but he needed to see this through- he’d waited so long for this precious time alone. Now on his back, Ian groped with his hands for the length of chain on his left that had been looped around the leg on the bottom left side of the bed. Four or five feet of chain from this length making up the taught X was left piled on the bed. He gauged how much would be needed to reach the left side of the chain harness just to the side of his navel. While pulling the chain as tightly as possible Ian quickly secured it to the harness, repeating the process on the right side.
Ian knew that he was only minutes from blissful helplessness as he breathed heavily due to exertion, arousal, and heat. With renewed energy he reached for the small two foot length of chain that was tightly attached to the bottom left leg of the X in the center of the bed. This he brought up over his chest, attaching it with a padlock to the harness just below his left pectoral muscle. Yet again, he repeated the symmetry on the right side, making sure that both chains were as tight as he could manage.
With difficulty Ian now reached over his left shoulder for the second two foot section of chain that lay attached to the left side of the top leg of the X. This he brought over his left shoulder where it sat for a moment. He reached for yet another padlock, which he hooked on to the left part of the V on the chain harness that passed across his chest. Holding the lock with his right hand, he pulled the chain tightly with his left, securing it to the padlock. The opposite chain was attached to the right side of the V on the harness. Testing the effectiveness of the addition of these two chains, he found that he was hardly able to lift his head by an inch or two, never mind his torso.
Tingling with anticipation Ian put each arm through its respective loop of nylon strapping, working them down toward his elbows. It was now, as he stretched both arms over his head, that his swollen cock became harder than at any time when he was pleasuring Ashley. With the final large padlock in his right hand, he reached with his left for the single chain above his head that had been attached at the center of the steel headboard. With every bit of effort he could muster Ian stretched for the farthest link of the chain he could reach. Through this link he passed the shackle of the final large padlock. Pausing for only a second, he then managed to snag the shackle with the D ring of his left wrist restraint, quickly followed by the right. With some delicate maneuvering of his fingers, Ian managed to secure the padlock, marking the completion of his predicament.
After allowing his body to relax for a brief minute Ian began to test the effectiveness of his bonds. This, he thought, was as far as self-bondage could ever take him. Regardless of the intensity of his thrashing, he found that he could move no part of his body more than an inch. The suffocating stillness of the attic, along with his struggling, caused Ian’s body to become drenched in sweat. Though the ceiling was all he could see around the straps of the muzzle head harness, Ian imagined how the chains that were tightly crisscrossing his body must have looked against his athletic, gym toned body. He had waited so long for this opportunity, and would now relish the hours it would surely take for the ice to release the keys from its frozen grip.
Ian spent the next blissful half hour alternating between struggling against the leather, steel, and nylon that imprisoned him as he groaned into his prized muzzle, and simply lying there, still and helpless, savoring the sensory overload he was now experiencing. It was just as he began to drift into one of his favorite bondage fantasies that his apartment’s dilapidated door wrenched him back to reality.
For a few brief seconds Ian attempted to explain away the noise that caused his carotid artery to throb against the leather collar buckled around his neck. It might have been his downstairs neighbor slamming shut one of the ancient windows that stuck against countless layers of paint, or maybe the dog that belonged to the couple with whom he shared the fourth floor was again knocking over furniture. Who was he kidding? Ian had cringed at that very same noise on a daily basis- especially since it had begun to announce the return of Ashley from classes.
“Ashley…oh shit, it couldn’t be!†Ian thought, his panic rising still higher. “Fuck!†he shouted a second fruitless time into his muzzle. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Ashley might have had any reason to return to the apartment after leaving only an hour and a half ago. His mind began to flash over others that might have forced their way into his apartment- Zach; his brother, Hunter; his deranged landlord- he would have been equally appalled had any of these alternatives found him in such an inexplicable predicament. However, if the visitor had been anyone but Ashley they would likely come to the conclusion that he was not at home and simply leave. Could he possibly be that lucky?
“Ian?!†Ashley bellowed, “I forgot mom’s present.†Monday was Ashley’s mother’s fiftieth birthday, and she had purchased a lavishly expensive handbag for her from one of Boston’s exclusive boutiques. Of course she would have turned around for it after realizing her mistake.
“Shit,†thought Ian, had he really been so absorbed in his self-bondage that he failed to notice the brightly wrapped package sitting on the kitchen counter?
“Ian!†Ashley shouted, louder still. Ian could hear the clomping of Ashley’s heels as she made a circuit through the small apartment in search of her boyfriend.
Ian began to thrash around against his bonds more violently than he would have believed possible, wincing as he felt muscles tear in both his left side hamstring and tricep. If he could only pull on one of the wrist restraints with enough force to tear the D ring from the double stitched and riveted cowhide strap that fastened it to the cuff he would be able to reach up and grab the keys that dangled only inches from his fingertips. He now regretted his thorough comparison shopping on the web in search of the most durable and inescapable leather restraints money could buy. His excruciating efforts yielded no more than what he was sure were two severely bruised wrists.
He now realized that his only hope of staving off unimaginable humiliation was to be lucky enough for Ashley to assume that he had left the apartment. This, he thought, was a long shot, seeing that his running shoes still sat near the door and his wallet upon the kitchen table. The pace of Ashley’s search around the apartment slowed, and Ian thought his heart would burst from his chest as he heard her come to a stop at the seldom used door that led to the attic stairway. Ian briefly noticed that his cock managed to remain rock hard, even in the midst of such an advanced stage of panic. He dared to breath again as he heard her footsteps move away from the door, then pause yet again.
Then came what seemed like one last shout, “Ian?!â€
“Oh, thank god,†thought Ian as his heart rate began to decrease. Why would she choose to hang around waiting for him when he could be gone for god knows how long? Finally, Ian’s worst fears were realized as Ashley’s footsteps retraced their path back to the door to the attic stairway. This horrific development was quickly followed by the loud clack of the antique door knob, and creaking of the hinges as the door slowly swung open.
“Ian?†was Ashley’s apprehensive call up the stairway. Amid all of his panic, Ian managed to formulate one clear thought- that his life would likely change forever should Ashley choose to climb the twelve stairs that separated her from a shock she never would have expected.
A feeling of resignation spread through Ian’s body as he heard Ashley climb the first half of the stairway. She paused, and then rushed up the remaining stairs as the bed on which Ian was immobilized began to come into view. “Oh my god, Ian!†Ashley shrieked with a great deal of concern and shock as she surveyed this inexplicable scene. “Who did this to you? Is someone else in the house? Why would they…,†she trailed off as she suddenly spotted the keys dangling just out of reach of her boyfriend’s clenched fists.
Ian closed his beautiful blue eyes as he attempted to concoct some sort of believable explanation for the state that Ashley now found him in. There was no time, however, for such creativity, as the truth seemed to flood into Ashley’s head all at once. She stepped to the side of the bed, admiring how the numerous chains accentuated the well-defined body that had first attracted her to Ian. She ran her index finger along his right bicep, his sweat-soaked armpit, and across his chest. “Faggot,†she finally said, almost under her breath.
Ian winced at the utterance, though he had hardly any time to come to terms with her realization of the truth. She grabbed hold of his still hard cock, slowly stroking it as Ian moaned into his muzzle. Ashley watched his muscles strain as she milked him toward an orgasm the likes of which she had never been able to induce before. She finally wiped off her hands on the insides of his thighs as Ian watched her expression change from one of curiosity to one of anger.
Ian could say nothing as Ashley’s attention turned to the keys that would have inevitably dropped to his hands within the hour. She reached for the keys, held them in her hand for a brief moment as she looked into his pleading eyes, and with a flick of her wrist, yanked the opposite end of the string from the melting cup of ice. “You wasted ten months of my life, you fucking faggot. I hope you rot here.â€
Panic stricken once again, Ian began to scream into his muzzle and thrash around once again. “She can’t do this to me!†he thought. Ashley calmly removed her camera phone from her pocket before snapping pictures of her helpless boyfriend from different angles. Ashley then spat on Ian’s chest, turned around, and descended the stairs as she began dialing the same phone she had just taken four incriminating photographs with. Ian heard her make what sounded like three successive calls. Who was she calling, and what was she telling them? Ian suddenly envisioned a picture of him in bondage on the front of Northeastern’s student newspaper.
Ashley seemed to march around the apartment for a good half hour, gathering together, as Ian only assumed, important belongings that she couldn’t wait to send her father or brother to retrieve at a later time. Eventually Ian heard the door of the apartment slam shut.
A flood of emotions poured over Ian during the next hour. He could only imagine who Ashley might have called in the minutes following her exit from the attic. How in the hell was he going to free himself from bondage that failed to loosen even a little after all of his painful thrashing? He found it ironic that his cock began to stiffen once again, even as he began to accept the distressing fact that he might have to remain chained to the bed until another unsuspecting visitor discovered his previously well-kept secret.
Suddenly Ian woke with a start. A reflexive tug from both his arms and legs quickly reminded him of the dire situation he was in. The attic was now dark, and his muscles ached from prolonged restraint. He could have sworn that the noise that had awakened him was the same that had alerted him to Ashley’s arrival earlier in the day. How long had he been asleep? Had he really heard the door open again? His heart seemed to skip a beat as he heard heavy footsteps in the apartment below- this time, it wasn’t Ashley. He squirmed in his bonds once again as he accepted the possibility that his night might only have just begun…
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