Eminem (m/mm)

Postby TiedInJordans » Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:02 am

Hey guys. I'm at work and very bored so here is a story with the rapper Eminem and a friend of mine that I will call Sean. It is obviously fiction. I feel that for as hot as Eminem is, I should be able to find one story involving him and tie ups, but I can't. So now I will just make one.

I went to a concert with my friend, Sean last week. Eminem was performing and Sean and I both enjoy his music. We were at my house getting ready when I saw my handcuffs sitting on my nightstand. I swooped them up and stuck them in my pocket. I also grabbed a few lengths of rope and a roll of duct tape and stuck those in the cooler with the beer. Sean was done getting ready now. He was wearing a black shirt with some sculls printed on it, white and black plaid shorts, a white and black camo hat, and black and grey mid-top Nike SB Dunks with the strap. I finished getting ready with my cream colored shirt, jean shorts, and cream and blue eS Accels. We loaded up the car and took off.

We got to the show and I picked a secluded spot on the back of the lawn. It wasn't private, but there were enough bushes around that most people couldn't see us. We set up the blanket, cracked a couple beers, and waited for the show to start. About a half hour later, Eminem got on stage. I looked over at Sean and told him Eminem was up. He had his eyes closed and didn't stir. I took out my cuffs but decided to stick with rope only since he was sleeping anyway. I started with his hands, wrapping them in front of him about five times and going through the middle so it was like a pair of cuffs. I cinched it tight and left some slack. Then I tied his ankles the same way. He started to wake up, so I pulled off his shoe and the sock and stuffed the sock in his mouth. I held it there with my hand because now he was fully awake. I grabbed the duct tape and wrapped his mouth up with it a bunch of times, went under his jaw, then around his head a few more times. I grabbed another piece of rope and connected his wrists to his ankles in front of him, leaving slack there as well. Then with my last piece of rope, I tied his elbows together but under his knees. Then I tied all of the slack from the other ropes to his elbow rope so he had no chance of reaching any knots. He was stuck good. I have had a lot of practice at binding people, and I was certain he would not make any progress to free himself on his own.

Now that Sean was bound and I was out of rope, I grabbed another beer and watched Eminem. I sat a little bit behind Sean so I could watch him at the same time. I could tell he was good at escaping from ropes, if I hadn't tied all the knots out of his reach, he would have gotten free without much effort. After a couple minutes, I couldn't help myself anymore and I sat next to him. He looked over at me and I smiled at him. I asked if he was mad and he shook his head no. So I said that might be changing soon and grabbed his foot that was still shoeless and sockless. Before he realized what I was doing and his eyes got big, I was already tickling him. He started mpphhing and tried to get away, but with all the duct tape and loud music, noone seemed to notice. And the ropes prevented him from moving too far. After a couple minutes, I put his shoe back on his foot and moved behind him. I started attacking his armpits and then moved down to his abs. Once I got to his abs, I felt something I didn't expect. Sean was rock hard! He tried to shirk away from my hands, so I moved closer and put him pretty much on my lap. I know he had to feel how hard I was and it felt good to have him sit there. I asked him if I could go further, and after a slight pause, Sean slowly nodded his head yes. So I dug my hand in his pants and grasped ahold. It was huge and still growing, and my hand brushed against something oddly cold. I asked if he was pierced and he nodded again. I told him that's hot as my own cock started to grow more. I pulled my hands out of Sean's pants before I did something I regretted and ended up with the cops involved. I told Sean we would talk about this when we get home, but made no move to untie him.

The rest of the show went by pretty uneventfully other than me stealing glances at Sean and frequently tickling or playing with him. Then towards the end, I had to go to the bathroom bad. I asked Sean if he had to go or if he wanted to be untied while I was gone. He shook his head twice, and after confirming he wanted to be left tied up, I covered him with a blanket and ungagged him. I told him I couldn't leave him gagged and he said that was fine and he wanted to talk when I got back anyway. I said ok and went to relieve myself. I went back to our area and would never have expected what I saw...

Sorry boss is hovering around. I will try to finish today!

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby mikeybound » Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:56 pm

The day's almost over. You can post more any time now!...

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:41 pm

Some people go on Facebook when they're bored at work.

You write wonderful stories.

Kudos

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby tiednw » Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:02 am

Good story so far!

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby TiedInJordans » Wed Jul 18, 2012 3:55 pm

Thanks guys :) I'm glad you appreciate it. Sorry I didn't add more yesterday, but I had to look like I was working... But here's a little bit more.

So I came back from the bathroom and turned the corner to see two guys tickling the crap out of Sean. They had re-gagged him with the duct tape and something stuffed in his mouth, but it wasn't a sock. I saw both his socks near his feet. I started walking up to them to join in, but they saw me coming and booked it. I was a bit disappointed; though I didn't get a good look at them, they seemed to be pretty cute. But at least I still had Sean all tied up.

I sat back down next to Sean and asked if he wanted to be ungagged. He shrugged so I left it alone. I asked if he knew those guys and he shook his head no. I asked if he was okay with what just happened, and he nodded his head yes. Then he looked down at his crotch. When I followed his gaze, it became clear how much he enjoyed it. I told him I could give him a hand with that and unzipped his shorts. I put him back in my lap and gave him a handjob. A very short one because he exploded very quickly. Seems he was already close to the edge.

Then the show ended and people started taking off. I zipped Sean up after cleaning him off and covered his body with the blanket. People were still giving him odd looks as they filed past (probably because of the gag) but not many people noticed because it was secluded. Once most of the people left, I took the blanket off to start untying Sean. But before I could untie the first knot, I heard footsteps behind me and Sean started mpphhing like crazy. I turned around, expecting to see a security guard or something, and couldn't believe who it was.

"What the hell is going on here?" Eminem asked. I stammered out some lame excuse about Sean losing a bet, but Eminem said "No, I'm not buying it. It looks to me like you guys were having a little fun over here." I didn't have any response, and Eminem apparently took that as affirmation. He looked around for a second and then tackled me to the ground out of nowhere. I was scared shitless. With Eminem's reputation, I thought he was about to beat me and Sean. But at the same time, I was getting harder than a rock. Eminem was laying ontop of me, and that was enough to override the fear.

Eminem forced my hands behind me and the next thing I knew, I felt the cold steel of my own handcuffs and heard the clicking that meant I was trapped. Eminem whispered in my ear that I better not start screaming. He would make it painful for me if I did and that he was Eminem; no one would side against him anyway. I nodded and he helped me up to my feet. He clipped the chain of the cuffs to something on his belt so I couldn't easily run away and bent down to put Sean's shoes back on. He picked Sean up and started walked toward the stage with me trailing along behind him. This gave me the chance to check him out from closer than I thought I would ever be. He was just as hot in real life as I thought he would be. He was wearing a black wifebeater, jeans and black/grey Nike air max like the ones in his "Not Afraid" video. He was a model of perfection with the slight gleam of sweat after his performance.

I figured I was already in deep shit and was pretty sure Eminem was going to kill me already. So I did the unthinkable and grabbed his ass for a second. He looked back at me, and instead of knocking me out like I expected, he shot me a wry smile. "What the fuck?" I thought to myself. That was the last reaction I expected out of him. He led me backstage and to his dressing room. He took out his key and this seemed to turn on the lightbulb over his head. He looked back at me and asked me where my handcuff keys were. I told him one was at my house and the other was on my keyring in my pocket. He gave me an odd look and then took the keys out of my pocket. I must have blushed or given it away somehow because he asked me where the second key really was. He's good, I thought to myself as I tried to think. I decided to tell him the truth because he obviously could read me like a book. He smiled when I told him that I ran my shoelace through the key before I tied my shoe. "Good boy," he said as he bent down, forcing me to follow him since I was cuffed to his waist. He untied my shoe and slipped the key off the lace then retied the shoe.

He opened the door to his dressing room and carried Sean in with me following still. He went to a door in the back of the room and opened it to reveal his closet. It had some clothes in it, but it was mostly full of shoes. From air max to Jordans to air force ones, there must have been every shoe Nike made in that closet. I could feel myself turn green with envy and getting hard as hell at the same time. He unclipped my cuffs from his belt and pulled then up to an eye hook on the ceiling of the closet. After he secured me in the closet, he set Sean on the floor and said it didn't look like he had to worry about him getting away. Then he said he was going to get our stuff from the lawn before someone noticed it and shut the door. I spent the next couple minutes oogling Eminem's shoes and almost cumming in my pants. I heard Eminem get back to his room and then he opened the closet door. "So, are you two ready to have some fun?"

Well, bad place to end, I know. But work is done and I'm going home!! :)

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby mikeybound » Wed Jul 18, 2012 5:31 pm

YAY!!!!!! Can't wait for more!

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby TiedInJordans » Mon Jul 23, 2012 12:54 pm

This might be a short installment because I keep getting interrupted and it's almost time to go home. But here ya go :)

So Eminem got back to the room and detached my handcuffs from the ceiling. He sat me down on the couch and told me not to go anywhere and I wouldn't get far if I tried anyway. He went back to his closet and disappeared for a second. He came back and grabbed Sean and took him into the closet. Then he came back for me. When I got back in the closet, Eminem pushed me towards the back wall. There was a section of the wall pushed back on hinges to reveal a secret room. He pushed me into the room and my eyes began to adjust to the dark. It did not look like a dungeon, but it had most of the equipment of one. It looked like a living room with the fireplace and all but there was a rack on the wall holding a bunch of ball gags and handcuffs. There was also a pretty large oak chest, a four post bed (with Sean still tied the same way on it), a large Jacuzzi tub and a couple stools.

I couldn't believe it. I mean sure, I always suspected Eminem had a bondage fetish. Almost every one of his songs says something about whips, chains or handcuffs. But for him to go through all this to hide a personal bondage room shows that he is much more serious about it than I would have guessed. Not to mention the fact that I never would have guessed he would bring a guy into this room.

"So which one?" Eminem asks me. I must have been completely lost in my thoughts.

"Huh?" Such an intelligent response. He looks at me with a knowing smile and repeats himself. "Tied to the bed, to a stool, or a hogtie. I'm leaving it up to you, but just this once."

Now I'm on the same page. I think about it for a second, but it is easy to choose my all time favorite. "Hogtie. Definitely hogtie." He tells me I made a good choice and walks over to the rack of gags. He picks out a rather large bright green ball gag and walks back to me and straps it into my waiting mouth. He tightens and secures it and I test it out. It works a lot better than I expected it to; I am used to smaller ball gags.

Eminem then goes to the chest in the corner and takes some rope out. When he comes back, I notice the rope is green and I wonder if he matched my gag on purpose. But I can't ask him, of course. He takes the rope and begins on my feet. I can't see him, but I can feel that he is crossing the rope and doing a very good job. When he cinches the knot, I can feel the rope tighten considerably, and my pants along with it. Then he uncuffs my hands, after telling me that if I try to escape, I'll regret it. I would have said I clearly don't want to go anywhere if I could have. Then he wrapped my wrists in the green rope, using a combination of criss-crosses and going in between like a pair of handcuffs. I felt him cinch that knot, too. I expected him to connect my hands to my feet next, but he went up to my elbows. He wrapped them together so they were stuck pretty close to each other and also wrapped the rope on my shoulder so it couldn't slip down. Then he connected my hands and feet. I started to feel for knots out of instinct and couldn't find any. Then Eminem came back with some green duct tape. He covered all the knots that I couldn't reach anyway and that was when I realized I was seriously at his mercy. I felt my pants tighten a little bit more. Then Eminem took Sean off the bed and put him next to the fireplace. He put me on the bed and took four more pieces of rope. He tied one to each corner of the bed and then to my knees and shoulders so I couldn't roll around.

Eminem turned to Sean and said "Now it's your turn. But I get to pick your position. I hope you like it." On his way to Sean, he smacked my ass lightly. My pants had never been tighter!

I'll share Sean's turn later :)

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby tiednw » Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:46 am

Very good story! Can't wait until you're again bored at work!

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby tiednw » Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:47 am

Ps. What kind of work are you doing which makes you having time and privacy to write such stories during work hours?

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby TiedInJordans » Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:11 pm

Hi all. I write them on my iPhone so there's the privacy. And I usually type an idea in between doing work so that I stay productive. It's a boring office job.

So I left off with me hogtied to Eminem's bed and Sean about to get his turn. Eminem went over to him and started taking the tape off his mouth. He took off the last piece and Sean spit out a blue ball. I had been wondering what those two guys stuffed in there. Before Sean could say a word, Eminem stuffed a ball gag in his mouth, this one was blue. Then Eminem brought one of the stools over and put it next to Sean. He untied Sean to the point where he had his hands and ankles tied and went over to the chest. He came back with some blue rope, matching Sean's gag as well. He tied one of Sean's ankles to a stool leg then untied his ankles from each other and tied his other ankle to the other stool leg. He repeated the process for his hands, even though I'm pretty sure Sean would not have ran away if he could. Eminem went back to the chest and this time returned with a role of blue duct tape. He wrapped all of Sean's ropes completely in the blue tape.

"Okay that should be enough to hold you." Eminem said on his way back to the chest. He walked back to Sean with something in his hands and started to unbutton Sean's shorts. Eminem pulled Sean's shorts down to his Nikes. Sean's face was priceless. Very surprised, but no fear. Then Eminem showed Sean what he got out of the chest this time. Then he lubed up the dildo and started shoving it into Sean's ass. Lucky bastard, I thought to myself. When it was all the way in, Eminem flicked a switch and it started vibrating. After a couple minutes, Eminem took the vibrator out. He whipped out his dick and started to fuck Sean while I layed there watching in complete jealousy. I caught Eminem's eye and he gave me a smirk. "Don't worry kid, you'll have your turn, too" he said between breaths. A few minutes later, Eminem started thrusting harder then pulled out when he was done cumming. He pulled his pants up, then Sean's shorts. Sean looked disappointed; I think he was expecting Eminem to give him a hand job since he didn't cum. But Eminem just walked out of the room without even saying a word. I know I had bigger things to worry about if I was left tied up like that, but I couldn't help thinking I never got my turn.

About a half hour later, Eminem still hasn't returned. I have been working on my ropes, but getting nowhere. And it looks like Sean gave up on trying to get out. Then Eminem comes back, but he's not alone... Those two guys that were tickling Sean are with him.

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby mrtrident178 » Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:34 pm

what happened?

Re: Eminem (m/mm)

Postby TiedInJordans » Sat Feb 16, 2013 9:11 pm