## On vacation

Post by squirrel » Wed Nov 08, 2017 12:21 pm

Here is another of my stories. Hope it is to your liking. Comments appreciated
Chapter 1 - At my uncle's
My name is Steven and I am a sixteen year old guy. I am 180cm tall, have short blond hair and brown eyes. I like sport activities; I swim twice and go to the gym three times a week. Plus, whenever I can I play football with my friends from school. This whole sporting made me quite athletic and I formed a nice six pack on my abdomen. Generally, I am a typical teenager, except for one thing: I was always intrigued in being tied up. Ever since I can remember I was fascinated when I saw a guy tied up on TV and asked my dad many times to tie me up. He did once, but it was barely for a few minutes and he tied me up really lousy and I could get out in no time at all.
I live with my mother and father in a small apartment in a big city. My mom is a nurse at the nearby hospital and, probably due to her job, she became unbelievably overprotective. I really hated that. My dad, on the other hand, is a cool guy and we always got along really well. He works as a security guard in a bank and, just like me, he loves sports. He is much more muscular than me, but I guess he has to be one of those tough guys in his work. I really like that.
Every summer, after the school is finally finished, me, my dad, his brother and his two sons go to our house in the mountains for holidays. It’s the best part of the year for me; it’s only the guys and we don’t have to care about the normal stuff like the socks on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink. We do whatever we want and whenever we want, without any schedules and things like that.
Usually I go to the cottage with my dad, but this year he had to stay longer at work, because there was nobody to cover for him. My parents asked me if I wanted to go to my dad’s brother, Mark, for a few days and go to the cottage with him. Of course, I agreed to that; I didn’t want to miss any day from the trip and there was the possibility that my father won’t be able to take his days off for some more time. So I packed and my dad drove me off to uncle Mark on Wednesday morning in the last week of June. Next day we were supposed to go to the mountains.
My uncle and his two sons, Jake and George, live not far from our house. My cousins were absent and, because of their work, they had to stay behind and would join us in the cottage later. So for the time being it was just me and my uncle.
I unpacked the necessary things only, like my tooth brush, pair of fresh socks for tomorrow, etc. When I was wondering around uncle’s house, there was a certain idea in my head. My uncle was a cop and he had a pair of handcuffs in the house. I was suddenly very curious if he would agree to cuff me for some time. I decided that I had nothing to lose so I headed to one of the rooms, that was changed into some sort of an office where my uncle could do the paper work.
My uncle is 42, over 190cma tall, has very short brown hair and deep blue eyes. He is very muscular and behaves in a really manly way. I knew he had to act this way; he was a cop and he had to be respected by both his mates and the arrestees.
I found my uncle at his desk writing something, probably some kind of report. He was wearing a faded blue jeans with his police duty belt and a tank top. I took a deep breath and began the conversation.
“Uncle Jack, do you have a minute?” I asked nervously.
For a moment he carried on with his work, then stopped and turned to face me.
“Yeah, what is it, Steven?”
“I was wondering.. well, you are a cop and you have the cuffs… so I was wondering if you could use them on me for some time…” I said without looking at him. I knew well that was a strange favor to ask for.
“You want me to handcuff you? Why would you want that?” I was glad that he wasn’t mad. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I sensed a smidge of curiosity in his voice.
“Well, I have always wanted to try and see what it feels like to be restrained.” I said in a self-confident tone.
“Do you parents know about your… let’s say, dream?”
“I think at least my dad know. I asked him to tie me up once and he did, but only for a short period of time. And I was able to free myself, so I guess that doesn’t count.”
“Yeah, when we cuff people they have to stay that way. But you know, I have to this paper work today so we can leave for the mountains tomorrow. I won’t be able to watch over you…” It was clear for me that uncle Jack was trying to back away from it.
“Come on, uncle! I am not a kid anymore, I can take care of myself… Please?” I added when I saw hesitation on his face. He sighed, defeated.
“Will this shut you up and let me do my work peacefully?” He asked with a smile on his face.
“I promise I won’t bother you anymore if you cuff me, uncle” I replied, grinning.
“It won’t cause any harm if you spend the rest of the day cuffed, I suppose… Go and use the bathroom, then and I’ll bring the handcuffs.” Uncle got up from his chair and headed to another room.
I did as he told me and did my business in the toilet. When I was going back to my uncle I saw on the clock in the corridor that it was barely half past twelve. From what I could expect I would spend the next of the day bound. I couldn’t hide my excitement when I entered the office and saw my uncle with a pair of steel handcuffs in his hand.
“Get over here, boy.” He said firmly and I complied.
When I got close to him, he turned me around and forced my right arm behind my back. I heard a clicking sound. My uncle forced my left arm behind me as well and in a brief moment I was handcuffed. It was tight enough to make any escape attempts impossible, but not uncomfortable. Just perfect.
“Remember what you promise, kid.” My uncle said when he turned me around again. “No talking.”
I nodded my head and he playfully ruffled my hair. Without further ado he entered his office again and sat at the desk. Left alone, I tried to free myself from the cuffs, but all the struggling was futile. I was tied up good and won’t be out unless my uncle decides to set me free.
I was more than happy to be finally restrained professionally and couldn’t stop walking all over the house. My uncle was ignoring me completely and after half an hour I went back to my room and l lay down on the bed. I tested the handcuffs on my wrists again and dozed off soon. I was awakened a few hours later by my uncle who had already prepared dinner. He helped me go downstairs and sat me at the table.
“Will you take the cuffs off?” I asked when he sat next to me.
“No, I’ll feed you. And you failed to keep your promise, Steven. I’ll have to think of a proper punishment for you later.” He said with a huge smile.
I remained silent fort the rest of the evening. Uncle Jack fed me dinner, then did the washing up. He moved me to the couch in his living room and we watched TV for two or three hours. All that time I was handcuffed. And very pleased. Finally before the bed time my uncle took the cuffs off me and I could move my hands to front.
“How did you like it, kid?” He asked when I was rubbing my wrists.
“Great, absolutely great!” I replied all happy.
“Glad to hear that. Now, go to bed, we have to get up early. The journey will take us several hours and there may be some traffics…”
“Sure thing, uncle! Good night!” I said to him and headed off to my room.
This was so far one of the best days in my life. A little tired from the excitement I fell asleep almost the moment my head touched the pillow.

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Post by xtc » Wed Nov 08, 2017 12:29 pm

Glad you found us again so soon.
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 wataru14 » Wed Nov 08, 2017 2:36 pm

Cool story. I enjoyed it. Nice work!

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Post by bondagefreak » Wed Nov 08, 2017 10:31 pm

Was sad to see "Wrong Time, Wrong Place" come to an end, but was pleasantly surprised to see the opening chapter of another tale from you.
Looking forward to the next chapters.
Considering your other stories, I think it's safe to say that young Steven is probably gonna end up having LOTS more fun over the next few days

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Post by Sniffingyoursocks » Thu Nov 09, 2017 12:32 am

Well, that one sounds really nice.
Don‘t get me wrong - all of your stories are amazing, but maybe it‘s the scenario here that caught my attention especially.
I had always dreamed being tied up by a hot, muscular cop...and then there are so much more possibilities: his dad, a security guard and Mike‘s two young lads...very much potential to fullfil Steven‘s wishes...and much more.
Obey and say 'Yes Master'.

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Post by mikeybound » Thu Nov 09, 2017 5:46 am

So far so good

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Post by squirrel » Thu Nov 09, 2017 7:46 am

Chapter two - Preparing for the journey
I was sleeping like a baby all night. In the morning I felt someone grab my shoulder and shake me. I was really disgruntled; I loved sleeping and I hated waking up early. For me the best moment to wake up was around 10 o’clock or even later. Whenever I had to get up earlier I was grumpy and acted like a spoiled brat sometimes. But this time, when I realized what was ahead of me I didn’t even complain too much as my uncle was waking me up. I looked at him, still a little absentminded.
“Morning, kid. Time to get going, you know.” He said with a smile on his face. He was wearing the same faded jeans with his cop duty belt that he had on yesterday. He also had a grey tank top and cleats.
“What time is it?” I asked rubbing my eyes a little.
“Almost seven. Let’s get ready quickly, so we can leave in an hour.” He got up and added. “And I would suggest wearing light clothes, kid. According to the weather forecast it’s going to be a really hot day today.”
“Sure, uncle Jack. Just give me some time and I’ll help you pack our stuff to the car, OK?”
“No problem, lad. I’ll wait downstairs in the living room.” He said and left.
I went out of bed and made it. I took the necessities and went to the bathroom where took a shower and washed my teeth. I also used the toilet; the journey to the countryside could be a long one and it was wise to empty my bladder. While I was peeing I closed my eyes and recalled the fantastic feeling when I was handcuffed; I smiled. Finally I put on my pale blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a baseball cap on. I left the bathroom and went downstairs.
My uncle was sitting on the couch and reading newspaper. He was keeping his crossed legs on the table and there was a stogie in his mouth. He was puffing calmly on it and drinking a cup of coffee. When he saw me coming down he got up and put the paper aside.
“Ready, Steven?” He asked without taking the cigar from his mouth.
“Yeah, ready to go uncle!” I replied all excited.
The truth was that I couldn’t wait to get to the house and spend the whole three months with my dad, uncle and cousins. I have been waiting for this moment since we returned from our last visit there. I missed the laziness, the fresh air and the totally chilled out atmosphere of that place. In fact, I guess I could live there, but since there were no school nearby I knew it wouldn’t be possible.
“The car is still in the garage, lad. Help me pack all the stuff into the trunk and we can leave.”
I did as he asked and we began to drag the luggage. There were lots of them; we were off for three months and it was quite far from our house to the nearest town, where we could go shopping. So we have decided to go to the town every two weeks if there was something we needed to buy. Otherwise we just stayed home and did all the stuff that guys like to do, like going fishing, staying late at night, playing video games, watching TV, drinking beer and things alike.
“Now, go get your suitcases, Steven.” My uncle moved his cigar to his mouth when all his stuff was inside the trunk.
“Yes, Sir!” I replied playfully as I wiped the sweat from my head. It was already getting hot and my uncle’s suitcases were really heavy.
I ran upstairs and brought my two cases with me. My uncle helped me pack them in the car and we were now officially ready to go. My uncle checked if all the windows and doors were locked and came back to the garage, where I was already waiting next to the passenger seat.
“Before we leave, Steven, I want you to have your punishment for talking yesterday.” My uncle said unexpectedly. He was smiling around his cigar.
“Now, really? Can’t this wait? It was you who insisted on leaving this early…” I started to complain, but was interrupted.
“It won’t delay the departure, don’t worry.” He walked to me.
“You told me yesterday that you wanted to see what it feels like to be restrained, right? Well, I barely cuffed you, so I partially took your freedom. Today I’ll take your freedom to speak. In other words, you’ll be gagged throughout the whole trip to the countryside.” He said
I was stunned. For both disbelief and expectation.
“But what if anyone sees me? What if we are stopped by a police patrol?!” I asked, surprised that was the only thing I was carrying about.
“Nah, no one will see you. And if we are stopped by the cops you’ll simply spit the gag out before they find out anything. Other than that I want you to keep the gag inside, you understand?” He was much more stern when he asked that question.
I nodded.
“OK, open up lad.” Came his order and I complied.
I did and I saw my uncle push some material inside my mouth. It was dirty and smelly. I coughed a little, but he paid no attention to my discomfort. When the wad of cloth was stuffed completely he told me to shut my mouth. It wasn’t that easy now, but I managed to do it somehow.
“Good boy. Now let’s get on and off we go.” My uncle said satisfied with his work and taking a deep drag on his cigar again.
“Mmmphhh” I tried to reply but nothing more than quiet grunt escaped my mouth.
We got into the car and buckled the seatbelts. I was quite nervous about being seen, but when I looked at myself in the wing mirror I realized that for the pedestrians and other drivers I looked just perfectly normal. Nobody would suspect anything and that thought calmed me down greatly. I could now focus on one of the feeling I wanted to try out for so long: being gagged.
“I hope my sock tastes good, kid,” My uncle said and put his baseball cap on his head.
He opened the garage with a remote and started the engine of the car. When we were on the driveway he closed the garage door and opened the window at his side. He put his cigar out and dumped it into a dustbin.
“Remember, lad, keep the gag in your mouth!” I heard his firm order and nodded.
It was going to be one marvelous trip…
Last edited by squirrel on Sun Nov 12, 2017 5:24 am, edited 1 time in total.

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Post by Harlequinn » Sat Nov 11, 2017 12:49 pm

Great story! Hope it continues soon

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Post by alkaid_ » Sat Nov 11, 2017 2:44 pm

Oh fuck!
Why don't me have nephews like Steven!

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Post by mikeybound » Sat Nov 11, 2017 3:28 pm

I love secret bondage

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Post by Sniffingyoursocks » Sun Nov 12, 2017 2:36 am

Really amazing.
Love the sock...and Steven doesn‘t seem so unhappy too!
Obey and say 'Yes Master'.