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