Watching the Movies (m/m, f/mm, self-f)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Fri Aug 10, 2012 4:23 am

Watching the Movies
Chapter I: Laura

It was Friday, 7:45 p. m., and like any other Friday at this time I was standing in front of the Stanwyck movie theatre on Turner Street and waiting for the theatre to be opened. Tonight I had a date with Laura. No, Laura wasn’t my girlfriend it was a 1944 film-noir movie with Gene Tierney, Dana Andrews and Vincent Price in the main roles.
I was totally into the old movies and that’s why I loved this movie theatre so much. It specialized in silent pictures and talkies from 1930s, 1940s, 1950s and 1960s. Every Friday and Saturday I went there to see one of those wonderful old pictures. I had all of them in my computer but the big screen is the big screen.
I looked around and there was nobody else. It looked like I was going to be the only visitor again. That was another thing that I loved about it. I had my old movies only for myself. Yeah, sometimes a bunch of older people joined me but that didn’t happen very often. My friends or former schoolmates would never go to see a movie which was older than they were.
It was 7:50 and a young man opened the door and let me in.
“Hi Tommy,” he said when he was selling me a ticket.
“Hi Darby,” I replied. Darby Rigby was a nephew of Rebecca Rigby who ran this movie theatre. Darby wasn’t a usual name for boys but somehow it fitted him because he looked quite feminine. He had very long straight red hair with purple highlights. He was tall and very slim with no muscles and was always dressed very extravagantly. Tonight he was wearing black leather trousers, a white T-shirt with a face of a woman who had a red ball-gag in her mouth and red and black plaid flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves and knotted shirttails. There were several bracelets on his wrists and a small tattoo on his left hand. His unusual appearance was completed with a pink bandanna tied around his neck.
I was dressed in blue lowrise flare jeans with a black leather belt and a similar flannel shirt to his but mine was blue and black and the tails weren’t knotted. I had long red hair as well but shorter than he did and without any highlights. We both were 20.
“It looks like you are the only one again, Tommy,” smiled Darby.
“Yeah, I like it when there aren’t any old people coughing and blowing their noses.” We both laughed and then I went to the auditorium because the movie was about to begin.

Darby entered the auditorium by the time the picture was ending. He sat in the row behind my seat and waited until it was over.
“So did you like the movie?” he asked.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Are you going to come tomorrow to see Gilda?”
“Sure.”
“I guess there will be quite a lot of people to see the fabulous Rita Hayworth.”
“Yeah, I think I will have to get over it but I’d much rather enjoy the picture alone.”
“Oh, that can be arranged. Come at 7:30. I’ll be waiting for you in front of the back door.”
He winked at me and left.

Re: Watching the Movies (m/m, f/mm, self-f)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Fri Aug 10, 2012 4:23 am

Chapter II: Gilda

The other day I met him exactly at 7:30 in the alley behind the movie theatre.
He was dressed exactly in the same way as the day before. I was too, btw. He led me into a dark room and when he turned the lights on I understood where we were. We were in the room behind the screen. There was an old-fashioned sofa and several chairs. We sat down on the sofa.
“So if you don’t mind the picture being reversed you can have the movie only for yourself again. You won’t hear anyone from the audience and you won’t even have to pay for the ticket.”
“Really? That’s very kind of you, Darby.”
“Well, it won’t be completely for free, of course,” said Darby and smirked.
I hesitated. “What do you want?”
“Well, if you want to watch the movie from here and for free you will have to be bound and gagged.”
“Bound and gagged?” I wasn’t utterly sure I understood. “Why?”
“I have always wanted to tie you up and gag you. You know I am into bondage, I have been tying up my friends since I was a kid and I have spent quite a lot of time bound and gagged myself and I must tell you there isn’t anything better than being bound and gagged and watching an old movie on the big screen. Trust me. I promise I won’t harm you and if you won’t like it I will never try to tie you up and gag you again.”
“Darby, I am not sure about this. I mean, I certainly appreciate what you did for me today but being bound and gagged, I don’t know ...”
But he wasn’t listening. He pulled my hands together behind my back and started to tie my wrists. Soon I was helpless. Having my hands tied behind my back wasn’t so bad after all. I thought it wouldn’t be so horrible to watch the movie like that but unfortunately he wasn’t done. He continued with binding my knees and ankles.
“Oh Darby, you don’t have to tie my legs. I won’t go anywhere. I want to see Gilda.”
Darby only smiled and tied the last rope around my chest and arms.
“How do you feel?”
“Well, it’s not that bad. I think I can watch the movie like that.”
“That’s not all, of course.”
“What else? You tied me up pretty well.”
“Sure, you are tied up all right. But you also must be gagged.”
“Oh no, the gag won’t be necessary.”
“Maybe not necessary but certainly very sexy.”
“No, please don’t gag me. I don’t want to be gagged.”
“Bound and gagged, that was the bargain.”
“Okay,” I gave up because I expected he would just tie a scarf around over my mouth as it was done in the old movies but he pulled something from his pocket, something I didn’t like.
“My aunt’s worn panties.”
The red panties he had shown me were certainly large.
“She has a magnificent ass,” smiled Darby.
“You can’t stuff your aunt’s worn panties in my mouth. That’s disgusting.”
“Why not? Would you prefer my socks? I’ve had them since yesterday.”
“No, but .... mmmmph.” My other objection was silenced by his aunt’s panties which he stuffed in my mouth. Then he cleave-gagged me with a red bandanna. The taste of his aunt’s crotch in my mouth wasn’t very pleasant. I started to scream into my gag but my mouth full of satin produced nothing but muffled sounds.
Darby smiled. “Well it reminds me of The Arsenic and the Old Lace but you look much hotter than Cary Grant.”
“Mmmmmmph, mmmmph.” I grunted into my gag and Darby laughed and caressed my cheek.
“You are really pretty, Tommy. I have had crush on you since the day I first saw you in the theatre. I have to open. See you later.”
He walked away and left me there alone. I started to struggle and squirm on the sofa but the bonds were very tight. I wasn’t able to reach the knots. The gag in my mouth was annoying but I wasn’t able to spit it out so I only groaned and whimpered.
I was angry with myself. Obviously I should have suspected the trap. I was too naive and now I was bound and gagged by an extravagant homosexual guy who just confessed to have a crush on me. Good bye my virginity.

The movie started and I decided to forget about my recent predicament and watch the fabulous Rita Hayworth instead.
Soon I started to feel really comfortable. The ropes and the gag weren’t bothering me anymore. I didn’t know what happened to me but during those 110 minutes I started to enjoy my distress and I must confess my penis got hard.

When Gilda was over Darby came back, untied me and took off my gag.
“So did you like it?” he asked with a smile.
“Yeah, it was a great movie.”
“I didn’t mean the movie, Tommy.”
“I know.”
“Okay, if you want to do this again. Come on Friday. We’re showing Rebecca with Joan Fontaine and Laurence Olivier. I’ll be waiting for you at the same place as today. If you won’t come I’ll take it that you don’t want to be bound and gagged again.”
“Okay, thanks for the free movie anyway,” I said and left the theatre.

Re: Watching the Movies (m/m, f/mm, self-f)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Fri Aug 10, 2012 4:24 am

Chapter III: Rebecca

On Friday I was there again. I came at seven o’clock, afraid of being late and nervously waited for Darby to show up.
For the past week I wasn’t able to think of anything else. I couldn’t wait to be bound and gagged during the movie again. I was dressed in a pair of blue distressed jeans and a green and black plaid flannel shirt.
After 30 minutes of waiting which seemed like eternity. The door opened and Darby appeared.
“Hi Tommy, I somehow expected you to come again,” said he with a smile. Today he was dressed in a purple and black plaid flannel shirt, black leather bell bottoms and a pink turtleneck underneath his shirt, which had knotted tails like the previous time. He had a blue bandanna tied around his neck and another one, black, was tied in his hair.
“Hi Darby,” I replied.
“Come on in. I take it that you enjoyed being bound and gagged last week.”
“Yeah, I did.” I blushed a little (okay more than a little).
He took me to the place behind the screen where I had been bound and gagged last Saturday.
This time I was seated in a chair he had already prepared for me in front of the screen. I put my hands behind my back almost immediately and he started to tie my wrists again. The situation from the last week repeated but this time I was doing everything willingly. Soon my whole body was tied to the chair and there was one more thing left to do. Yeah, I had to be gagged and I certainly wanted to be gagged.
“Do you have your auntie’s panties for my cheeky mouth, again?” I asked with a smile.
“Sure I do,” replied Darby and pulled the panties (this time pink ones) out of his flannel shirt’s pocket.
“Okay, gag me, Darby.”
“Open wide, darling.”
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he filled it with a piece of his aunt’s underwear.
“Don’t spit it out, Tommy.”
I shook my head no. This time I was enjoying every moment of having my mouth gagged with his aunt’s worn panties. He secured the gag with a green bandanna tied between my lips and a colorful silk scarf tightly tied over my mouth. The gag was even more muffling than the one I got last week and my whimpering sounded even more pathetic.
“You were never lovelier, Tommy,” said Darby and smiled.
I mumbled “thank you” into my gag and smiled back, which of course couldn’t have been seen because of the silk scarf over my mouth.
“Okay cutie, I have to open the theatre. I’ll be with you after the end of the movie and we shall have a lot of fun together.” This time he didn’t only caress my cheek. This time he kissed me and put his hand in my crotch. I was aroused again.
Couple of minutes later I was in heaven – bound, gagged and watching a great black-and-white movie.

When the picture ended Darby came back. He untied me from the chair, left only my hands and ankles bound and put me down on the floor. Then he unbuttoned and pulled down my jeans a little and started to fondle my erect penis through my briefs. I was moaning with pleasure into my gag. I would have never expected to end up with a guy but it felt so good.
He put his hand into my briefs and started to masturbate me very slowly. My muffled moaning got louder. Then he got rid of my underwear and started to lick me before putting my penis completely inside his mouth. I was looking forward to having an orgasm but this beautiful situation was violently interrupted by an intruder.
“Darby Rigby, what the hell are you doing here? How many times have I told you not to tie up your boyfriends in my movie theatre?”
I turned my head and saw Darby’s aunt Rebecca Rigby. Even though she was in her late forties, she was really hot. She was quite a corpulent lady and had the biggest and sexiest breast and ass in the world. Her pretty rounded face was decorated with luscious red lips and deep green eyes and she also had long red curly hair. She was dressed in a tight pink satin blouse, a short black leather skirt with hemline above her knees, a pair of black stockings and black leather boots with high heels.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Rebecca,” said Darby when he got up.
“Really? I don’t believe you.”
“I will never do it again.”
“I don’t believe that either. I must teach you a lesson. Now fix his trousers.”
Darby obeyed her and pulled up my briefs and jeans again, buttoned them up and buckled the belt.
“Okay Darby. Where do you have your bondage stuff?”
Darby silently showed her a bag which was next to the sofa. She took out some ropes and tied his hands behind his back.
“Ouch, not so tight, Aunt Rebecca.”
“Be quiet, Darby.”
Then she tied his knees and ankles as well.
“Darby, what are my panties doing in your bag?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you use them to gag your boyfriends?”
Darby nodded.
“Does this boy have one of them in his mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then I will stuff these in your mouth as well,” said Rebecca.
“Oh no, please, don’t do it.”
“Yes, I will. Open wide or I’m going to tell your mother about it.”
Darby opened his mouth and the black panties were stuffed inside. Then his aunt secured the gag with a black bandanna and a silk scarf.
“Okay boys, I’m going to close the theatre and will be right back with you,” said Rebecca when Darby was completely bound, gagged and helpless and she left us struggling, squirming and groaning on the floor.
We moved towards each other and made several useless attempts to untie our hands. Then we were just rubbing our tied up bodies against each other and making excited moans.

“The fun is over boys,” said Rebecca when she returned fifteen minutes later. “I have to tie you up a little tighter.”
First she hogtied me and then she did the same to her nephew.
“Okay boys, that’s it. You are going to stay here until tomorrow morning, but don’t worry, I’ll keep you company.”
She sent a text message to somebody and then turned off her cell phone.
“You might be interested that I plan to stay here bound and gagged with you. I sent a message to my best friend Roberta Rathbone to come here at 8 a.m. and untie us.”
Oh no, Darby’s aunt must have gone crazy. I couldn’t stay here bound and gagged all night. My mom would be worried. And what was the worst part of it, Roberta Rathbone was mom’s friend as well.
I tried to protest but the gag muffled every sound I was trying to make and Rebecca didn’t pay any attention to my whimpering and moaning anyway.
She brought her purse and Darby’s bondage bag and sat down on the floor between the two of us.
First she took off her panties. They were green. Then she tied her ankles and knees.
“Okay boys, now I am going to put the gag in my mouth, then I’m going to handcuff my wrists behind my back and after that I’ll be completely helpless until Roberta comes tomorrow. The key to the handcuffs is in my bedroom. I told her where exactly, so we have to hope that she finds it. Any questions?”
No questions. Only our horrified moaning.
“Good, no questions. That’s the way I like it,” said Rebecca and stuffed her own panties in her mouth. Then she completed the gag with a pink bandanna and a silk scarf and after that she connected the handcuffs she had taken out of her purse and her bound feet with a rope and handcuffed her wrists behind her back.
All three of us were now lying hogtied and gagged on the floor and squirming and moaning. When I overcame the fear of being helpless for the whole night and forgot about my mother and her worries I started to enjoy this situation. Mrs. Rigby was an attractive woman and looked great tied up and gagged and her nephew looked even better.

I didn’t sleep during that night. None of us did. It was an incredible experience.
Roberta Rathbone came and set us free at 8 a.m. and drove me home where she told my mother a false story about me, Darby and Rebecca being bound and gagged by an unknown thug who was on the run from police and took shelter in the movie theatre.

On Saturday evening I went to the movie theatre again. They showed a 1930s musical Roberta. Needless to say I watched the whole movie bound and gagged behind the screen again and this time Darby’s blow job wasn’t interrupted by anyone.

The End

Re: Watching the Movies (m/m, f/mm, self-f)

Postby Jack Roper » Fri Aug 10, 2012 5:26 pm

Wonderful story; I felt like I was back in the forties with that old theater.

Wish I could have been there with Darby, Tommy and Aunt Rebecca tied up all night!
.

Re: Watching the Movies (m/m, f/mm, self-f)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:03 am

Thank you guys for your nice comments. I am glad that you enjoyed my story :gag: :bound: :tied: :D

Re: Watching the Movies (m/m, f/mm, self-f)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:27 pm

I'm a sucker for a good m/m story!

Nice job!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Watching the Movies (m/m, f/mm, self-f)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:11 pm

Thanks, I am glad that you like it :-)

Re: Watching the Movies (m/m, f/mm, self-f)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Wed Aug 29, 2012 9:28 am

Thanks, george :-)