One of the details I should mention, and I’m sure Michael didn’t fail to notice it either, is the bulge that had been growing in my underwear. Ever since he asked if I wanted to be tied up, I had been getting steadily more and more aroused; now that I was wearing nothing but tight-fitting cotton briefs, it had become unmistakably apparent. As embarrassing as it is to say this, it was twice as embarrassing at the time. Everything that happened turned me on, and the embarrassment of it only worked me up further.
“Wow.â€
Michael was looking me over. “I didn’t know you wore underwear like that.†He unzipped his duffle bag and took out a wound-up length of white rope. “It’s a good thing, too, cause if you had been wearing boxers I probably would have had you take them off.â€
I felt a fresh wave of blood rush to my face. And if possible, I got harder. He walked over to me with one end of the rope is his left hand and the rest trailing on the ground.
“Hold your hands out in front of you, wrists crossed.â€
I crossed my wrists in front of me and he began winding the thin, white rope tightly around them. When he got to the end of the rope he tied off both loose ends.
“How is it?â€
The knots were on top of my wrists and since my hands were face down there was no way I could pick at the knots. There was no wriggling room whatsoever.
“Starting to feel helpless yet?â€
I managed to nod, but that was all. I still wasn’t sure how I felt. It was as if someone previously in the passenger seat had switched places with me and started driving in a different direction, somewhere I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to go. But the wave of emotion I was experiencing kept me from slamming the brakes. And now that my hands were tied my options were running out.
Michael flashed me a wicked smile.
“Good.â€
Then he stepped behind me and placed his hand on the small of my back, just above my butt. His hand on my bare skin surprised me, like everything else that had just happened, so I couldn’t muster any resistance as he pushed me towards the apartment. Having positioned me, he went back to his bag and pulled out a couple more bundles of thin, white rope. The end of one he attached to my wrists, and threw the other over a lamp fixed to the outer wall of our apartment.
“I bet you can guess where this is going,†Michael said. I was slowly coming to my senses, but couldn’t for the life of me think of anything to say to that, so I said nothing. He again positioned himself behind me and I felt his hands on my waist. I was maneuvered forward and turned around, with my back against the wall directly beneath the light fixture. It was a good three feet above my head, so even on my toes I couldn’t reach it.
As I expected, Michael pulled down on the free end of the rope and my arms were hoisted into the air above my head. Holding the rope with his right hand, he reached out with his left and ran his index finger up and down my taut stomach.
“Feeling helpless?â€
“Yeah, just a little.†Sarcasm doesn’t work as well when you’re the captive.
Michael gave me that sarcastic smile again, (much more effective coming from him) transferred the rope to his left hand and slapped me on the butt with his right. I stiffened instinctively and Michael laughed. He walked the free end of the rope over to the sliding door to our apartment and tied it to the handle.
“Just for a moment,†he assured me.
Then, reaching down to pick up the second bundle of rope, he knelt at my feet and began tying my ankles tightly together. I watched him work, and realized how compromising the situation looked: there was Michael, shirtless and sweating, busily tying my feet togther; and there was me, naked but for my underwear and fully aroused with my hands tied above my head. Twenty minutes ago I could not possibly have imagined it. And even now I couldn’t imagine what someone would think if they happened to see us.
When he finished with my ankles he returned to rope tied to the door and untied it. He brought it over to me, knelt down again, and tied it to my ankle bonds. And there I was – securely tied up and helpless. It was what I wanted, right? Well, now that I was tied up, I wasn’t so sure.
Michael stood back and admired his work. I started to struggle but quickly realized how pointless it was. I was merely entertaining Michael who was drinking in my predicament with obvious pleasure; each struggle flexed my taut muscles, and I was starting to get the impression he enjoyed looking at my body.
“You look pretty good like that.†He really knew how to push my buttons, because I started to struggle even harder, gasping and grunting as I tried to work the knots loose. The way I was tied made it harder for me to breathe easily, so my struggles made me short of breath. After a minute or so I gave up.
“You give in already?â€
I was trying to catch my breath, and in any case I didn’t have anything to say to that.
“I guess you’re ready for the final touch, then.†He went back to the bag and rummaged around for a second. I couldn’t see what he pulled out and he kept it concealed behind him as he approached me. He slipped behind me, between me and the wall, and I could feel his bare chest against my back. Then he totally surprised me. He slipped a hand around and cupped his hand around the bulge in my underwear.
“Hey!â€
That was what I started to say; but as soon as my mouth opened, a round, rubber object was forced into it. The hand left my crotch and I felt straps tighten around my head as the round object was forced deeper into my mouth. My words quickly became formless, helpless moans.
“And now you can’t protest.â€
I felt Michael’s hands on my pecs; then they slid softly down to my stomach, then waist. After a brief pause they slid back around and squeezed my butt.
“Mmmph, mmmmmphh!â€
Michael slid out from behind me and spent a few moments looking me over. Apparently satisfied, he reached in his pocket and, to my horror, pulled out his digital camera. I pleaded, but all he heard was a drawn out moan. A few clicks later and Michael was looking at the pictures. He gave me a big thumbs up, along with that insufferable smile of his.
End of Part Two