Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby tony2 » Mon Feb 10, 2014 9:31 pm

I've been collecting handcuffs and other restraints since at about 12, a friend and I learned the challenges and "victories" involved in TUGs. We didn't know to call it that, but we had some interesting times. At the time of this story add about 25 years to the above. I had a 2 bedroom house in the Seattle area and a younger roommate sort of went with it.

I wouldn't say he was sexually active, but any guy in range was certainly scoped out rather well. In fact, if he were in Montana it's likely no sheep would be safe (Apologies to said State and its wooley residents) For those with an International flair, you can substitute Kerry, Ireland for Montana. I'm sure the sheep wouldn't mind.

He and I had been close for a number of years - not sexually though - I left that part to his male harem who had a chance of keeping up with him.

He was one person who could rag on me about all those spendy and unused toys in boxes. I would see them and wonder what it felt like and could I escape from them and how. So, money permitting, I would order these things. When they arrived I would put them on and see what the capabilities of the situation could be. After I had found out, I put them back on the shelf.

"If you only use the a couple of times for 20 minutes, that makes it a very expensive hourly collection" "You should be getting at least a $2/hr return on your investment, don't you think?" Absentmindedly, The logic sounded reasonable so I agreed just to change the subject. It worked and it looked like the subject was dropped.


I had just bought the shackle/cuff combo you see in the picture, tried it on once and thought it presented some interesting tactical options. Then it went on the shelf.

Just before the start of the weekend I had agreed with him (in a moment of weakness, I'm sure) that I probably should get more use from the toys but wanted to start with my newest.

The next thing I knew I was dressed out in the same configuration you see in the picture.
He was gone all night and into the next morning. I could type, surf, sleep, manage the bathroom necessities (almost all anyway).

When he got home he tied a rope to the vertical chain just back of my knees, ran it up my back, under the strap for the gag then over the top hinge in the door. When he pulled it tight (at 6 ft. 4 inches and 245 lbs. he had no trouble with yanking it solid.

The result was I was one with the door jam in the inside of my bedroom; I couldn't move my head, my feet were yanked together and the shackles now rode as high on my legs as they could go; finally, my hands were pulled flat against my thighs. I couldn't even wiggle my supplemental appendage as the wrist chain crossed over it into no man's land.

After about 18 hrs in that device, I felt I had earned its pending retirement, but that was a view not equally entertained by my associate who I believe, was enjoying all this way too much.

When he said he was going out with another of his buddies and didn't know when he would be back, I might have lost it; but that would manifest in only feeble grunts and a narrow but rapid ass wiggle against the inside corner of the door.

He faked me out. He elaborately took a nap for about 3 hrs and then opened my door. Freeing me?
No way. Of course not. He was having too much fun.

Then he gave me an option to chose between two definitely unappreciated choices, in my opinion.

That quickly brings us to the present:

I'm still glued to the inside edge of the bedroom door, my legs and back are beginning to revolt from standing for over 3 hrs. with no movement. All I've eaten in the last 24 hrs was a couple of crackers. My jaw is beginning to ache from the plug and the worst part: A part of my body is showing a definite like for the situation and I'm very glad those shorts are a heavy material.

What credibility do my moans have if he sees that? Damn, my fingers can't even reach a "rescue". (Insert a few pitiful moans for effect).

Sizing me up as he reclined on his elbow on the bed:

"Have you made a decision yet? (He was grinning, grinning would you believe, at my predicament --- had he seen "the staff of life" or was he just his sarcastic loving self taking full advantage of a situation he seldom got?). Later on I though I saw some humor in all this somewhere as well but admittedly, I'm still thinking about that even today.

"NO, wait! I just realized you haven't eaten for quite a while." (I wish he was around now when I need to drop about 60 lbs.). Ok, we'll make a little game of it. (Oh God, NO! I thought). I'm going to make you a good sandwich and cut it into 4 squares. i will take the gag out and feed you, but if you say even one word it will be a long time before you eat again. Do you understand? Nod your head as much as you can (giggle)."

I did - as emphatically as I could. "OK, I be right back ... uh I knew I was forgetting something" (Oh Shit - not again - here it comes).

He grabbed the roll of duct tape (I won't even comment of what I was thinking then in deference to tender minds that might read this --- no, not you of course, the other guy)
He tore off 2 pieces about 5"' long each. ("Now what?) and placed each about an inch above each eyebrow running them down gently but firmly plunging me into the abysmal dark of Tartarus.

He left and I heard him ratteling around the kitchen.

Finally he is back and I hear him shuffling around a bit - then,"I'm going to remove the gag. Do you remenber the rules on talking?" I nodded what I could. Out came the gag. I've chewed on rare beef before, but none that had as much a personality as that damn thing.

"Here is a straw and some milk." I think I straight on emptied the glass.

Then "Are you ready for the 4 parts of the sandwich?"

(why all 4 at once? One at a time would taste better).

"The best course is probable get them all in at once and then eat your way through them'
I knew I could handle 3 and I guess I'll just give it a go at all 4.

One: OK stuff it in the left cheek. Two: Right Cheek Three: The back roof of the mouth, Four, plenty of room up front. Now to eat whatever it is. PEANUT BUTTER AND BREAD?
"Umpf, nighpt aawk (made perfect sense to me: "what the hell is this?")

Then he did it. While i was totally unable to talk at all since my mouth was cemented in place by all those little peanuts that sacrificed their lives just to shut me up!!!
He slips the isolation hood over my head. Before he closes it up completely - I still can't talk, scream or even cuss - the hood is keeping me from trying to spit out any of this goop,) he says he's going over to Jimmy's but don't wait up for him (If I could have moved I would have kicked him, I'm sure).

With all that peanut butter I couldn't even scream.

Naturally he cinched it up but then i heard about 3 separate clicks. Damn, locked on tight.
But then, he removed the rope that held me so well to the door.

Hooray, I was finally free! I could move my arms. I could move my back. I could bend my legs. I could even fix that fabric pinch that had been forming in my shorts.

And then he left.

Now, after stumbling over to the edge of the bed and sitting down, I began to think what to do with my new found freedom.

Eat? not through that pencil width hole in front of my mouth.

Drink? even a straw was too big and to free pour ment wearing most of it. I could wait.

TV? Even If I could find the remote (knowing him I would bet another peanut butter sandwich that it was on top of the refer with the keys), I couldn't see it and with the padding over the ears, doubted I could even hear that much of it.

I began following the straps on my head. Consistently they were all tight with a cute little lock on each. I began to dream how absurd it was for a big guy like me to be controlled by this little toy - this tiny lock!

"Quit thinking of it. Do something else!" Ya, like play a game of chess perhaps, or go for a drive? Jerk!

Then I thought of opening the front door and knocking on a neighbor's door for help. I'd just scare the crap out of them and being unable to talk or see would seal the deal as well as their front door.

OK, get up and take a well deserved piss.

I arose from the bed and remembered the route to the bathroom. Ouch! Damn! I forgot about the desk chair. Hmm, the doorway, tile underfoot. The toilet is to the right but not s far as the shower. Walking much more carefully I "discovered" the lip of the shower stall. Turn Left. shuffle, shuffle, clink. The chains hit the toilet bowl. I positioned my feet as close as the chains would allow and realized that without site or hearing, there was just as good a chance i would be redecorating the wall, especially since an important part of me still wanted to play.

Pull it out, push it down as you bend over. fire! Hope for the best, Flush and get out of there - don't forget the desk chair.

I zipped my pants up and made it back to the bed.

I think I'll just lay here for a bit to think of what to do next.

Oh the back! Boy that is getting comfortable. He'll be back soon (right! Optimist) Damn little "toy" locks, lockz, lockzzz,lozzz, lzzzz, zzzzzzz
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: 2 TALK IS CHEAP BUT A LEATHER GAG IS CHEAPER

Postby tiednw » Wed Feb 12, 2014 5:47 am

Nice. I'm looking forward to the rest

Re: 2 TALK IS CHEAP BUT A LEATHER GAG IS CHEAPER

Postby mikeybound » Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:49 am

I don't see a pic. Oh well. This is just as good as the last one.

Re: 2 TALK IS CHEAP BUT A LEATHER GAG IS CHEAPER

Postby mikeybound » Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:49 am

I don't see a pic. Oh well. This is just as good as the last one.

Re: 2 TALK IS CHEAP BUT A LEATHER GAG IS CHEAPER

Postby tony2 » Fri Feb 14, 2014 2:35 pm

You are right - I haven't figured out how to insert a pic with this word processor.
Until then, go here for the pic attached to the story:
http://waltb2b.deviantart.com/gallery/
Please remember this is chapter 2 and chapter one goes into a bit more detail you might enjoy.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby tony2 » Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:46 pm

:tied: :bondage1: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
Chapter 3: Talk is Cheap but…

As I lay there with the four-way shackle system and the sensory deprivation hood, I'm sure I fell asleep. I was awakened however with this feeling that ants were beginning to crawl all over my chest and of course the only way I could begin to brush them off was to pull my legs up into a fetal position so I could get my hands up high enough to be of some effect. I did this about two or three times and then heard this explosion like the room was collapsing around me. I sat up real fast try to figure out what was when I heard the click of the three locks and felt the straps being loosened.

What the explosion was as well as the ants, turned out to be my smartass roommate who first had a revelation on what to do with the bird feather now that the bird longer had need of it. It turned out the explosion was nothing more than him striking both of the ear sections of the helmet was his open palms simultaneously. After looking at the clock, it appeared he was only gone about an hour and a half although with the helmet on it was impossible to tell. In some respect, it felt like days.

"Did you have fun and a good rest?" I just grumbled a "yeah, sure!"

"Well, before you make your decision, let's try and get some breakfast in you. Come on out to the kitchen and sit on the stool.

As it turned out, the coffee was made and poured the toast was hot and the butter with jam was to kill for. He was then cooking up fresh bacon and eggs so I figured the worst was over and he was going be letting me out. "That's a lovely breakfast, thanks for going to the trouble to make it. Can we take these things off now?"

"Actually, you're doing so well in them, we should probably leave them on at least through breakfast. Remember you're trying to get your money's worth out of these toys and I certainly wouldn't want to short change you." (What the hell does that mean? This has all the signs of me getting out but that's not the way he's apparently playing the game at the moment.")

So he cooked up a lovely breakfast and after 18 hours and only a couple of crackers, was most appreciated. We chatted about several things but every time the conversation got close to the utilization of the toys, including the irons I have been trapped in for over 18 hours, he would change the subject. (What is this guy thinking? Why won't he let me pin him down to answer?)

You need to go to the bathroom?
Yes as a matter of fact now that you mention it.
Okay go ahead while I clean up the kitchen.

I clinked my way down the hall to the bathroom where I was gladly reminded of the phrase "blessed relief." Once I got finished with that aspect, I stood over the sink and tried to splash water in my face but it was difficult to reach the faucets of the water stream and then as I looked in the mirror realized my face looked like a roadmap of the Seattle downtown business district - the helmet definitely left an impression. I figured I better go out and join him before he thinks of something more diabolical on his own.

By the time I got there he was finishing the breakfast dishes and putting the foods away. I thanked him again for his kindness and I remarked how much fun we've been having the last couple of days and now it's time to change it.

He looked at me with a very phony puzzled look on his face. "Oh you're not getting out, so get that idea out of your head: it ain't happening!" So how do you feel about option two: being locked up at seven o'clock each night and let out in the morning so you can go to work?

(Crap he is still serious!). I suppose I could live with that if I had to, but I'd rather not. At least I'd be sure of getting plenty of rest!)

Okay he says, now we have to do is to think of something for the remainder of this weekend.

"Like what did you have in mind?" Lets go back to your bedroom and I'll show you what I had in mind for about two hours or so.

(As if I had a choice) a couple of hours? Since I was such a lovely breakfast, sure, why not?

Getting back to the bed, I noticed he had a chain running from the side of one headboard to the other side.

Now you have to remember that my hands were chained in front of me and then dropped approximately 48 inches to the shackles connecting my ankles.

Lay down there. I did and he wove the chain underneath my left armpit across my chest and down through my right where he then locked it securely to the near corner.

Try and sit up!

Not a chance. With my head pressed into the headboard there wasn't much of a chance of moving anywhere.

That looks pretty good but it's missing something: I know what it is as he bends down at the foot of the bed and pulls up short chains from either corner with snap clips on them has no trouble at all pulling them taught and snapping under the links on the shackles closest to the feet.

I don't know about this, I can't even scratch my nose if I needed to.

"Well maybe I can help that to" (Goody, here it comes)

And make sure your Walkman was fully charged and it looks like it has almost a weeks worth of tunes on it (it did). We'll put these earbuds in your ears. They can help you pass the time faster.

What are you talking about? We're only going to do this for an hour or two?

Yeah, that's right, but you should experience what it would be like if it went longer. Don't you think?

"I suppose so"

With that he put the earbuds firmly into each year saying don't worry I'll start it in just a couple minutes. He then reaches down next to the bed and gets that damned helm. Despite my protests and unable to move, and after the command to open wide the sticks a sock in my mouth and firmly straps the helm on. He returns to it one more time and I swear he tightened every one of the straps again. Then, click, click, click as the locks resumed their former position. He reaches down and switches on the Walkman the dynamic strains of Ride of the Valkyrie.

I'm still reasonably certain this is only going to take a couple hours and he's just been pulling my leg, but as he pulls down my shorts to my knees, at which point my highly amplified "What the Suckfsuck Are You Doing?!" Came out so intelligible that even I couldn't understand it, when I feel the base of my shaft is wrapping some tape. And I feel it inserted in a plastic tube of some sort to which it is taped in place.

I can't speak. I can't hear. I can't see. My movement is so limited it's almost safe to say I can't even feel. I can somewhat judge the time by the music playing in my head so I was there totally immobile for a number of hours when I heard the gag being unlocked and the sock being removed. I was delighted I was figuring he was going to be letting me out. No such luck. He lightly dropped a little water in the hole to let me know what his intentions were since I couldn't hear, so now I realized that I'm going to get a drink after all. Sure enough, on a slow pour, but it wasn't water, it was a ice cold beer. At first I was surprised and then delighted as it slaked my thirst very nicely. I'm sure I finished the bottle, but then here it comes again. I kept drinking, just to keep from being flooded out. I finished the second one and I think I even felt the bubbles in my stomach. Again it starts coming. I had no choice but to finish the third bottle. At this point I figured he was then going through the whole bloody case, but the next thing to enter my mouth was the sock again. Once again it's strapped up and locked.

Lovely guy, he knew exactly what he was doing. Beer is something we rent, never buy. I tried to hold it pending release. I had no idea what parts of me were actually attached and what would happen if my bladder decided to try to rule the world. Finally, after an eternity, I could hold back the biblical flood no longer. I was sure I was to be sitting in a very soggy and soon to be stinky mattress. I'm sure you can imagine my relief when at this point only did I discover that what I was taped into was in fact a male urinal designed for this purpose.

Quite sometime later I felt the tape was being ripped off of my Dick. Watch the hairs! Not so fast! (Of course all he heard was stifled muffles) he then unclip the leg clips as well as the chain across my chest then he paused the Walkman and as he grabbed my biceps and rolled me into a vertical position I felt him unlocking the helm as well.
Off it came and out fell that damned sock.

It was Sunday morning. If I was supposed to keep to the original schedule I would've been locked up for another 24 hours like that

. Imagine my surprise when he began to undo the shackles and then undo the handcuffs as well. I was so relieved I didn't know what to say.

I really didn't have to worry about that too much as before I could get up he flipped me over and I found my hands were now behind my back in a pair of hinged handcuffs.

I looked down with a very puzzled look and he simply looked at me and grinned saying "you need to get your money's worth out of those two don't you?" Join me in the kitchen after you pull your shorts up.

Unless you've tried it, take my word that it is not an overly easy procedure to pull even your shorts up with your hands firmly cuffed behind your back. Nonetheless, I made it and joined him out in the kitchen.

There he had already on the counter a lovely dinner even though the day was Sunday morning. Steak and eggs, a potato, and a lovely mixed drink for an appetizer.

(Beautiful I exclaimed but if you would take these handcuffs off I would enjoy it much more I'm sure).

Then he got that "I Am a God and You Are a Worm" Look on His Face and I Knew He Was Enjoying Every Suffering Minute.

One by One, nibble by nibble, he fed me the entire meal.

Why don't you go over to the couch, make yourself comfortable and watch TV.

I did just that, very thankful that he hadn't continued his initial idea.

Tomorrow begins his new program if you will and I'm just wondering how that is supposed to turn out?

True to his word though, when it became 11 O'clock he walked over and finally took off the hinged handcuffs.

"Good night, but don't forget, one minute past 7 and you are not cuffed and shackled, I get you for 2 days more"

I'll remember, I'll remember as I ambled off to bed a free man at last -- at least until 7 tomorrow night.

One problem kept haunting me though. He loved playing tricks on me and he was really getting off on this game. I wonder what he is up to???

More on that in chapter 4
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:07 am

Hey, you Walt from DA?

I'm the one who asked about the handcuff and ankle cuff set!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby tiednw » Sun Feb 16, 2014 1:22 pm

Great part. One thing: why are you making a new story of every part? Can't you put them together in one tread?

Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby mikeybound » Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:05 pm

It must've felt strange being tied up and gagged on a buzz (or drunk, as the case might be).
Did he really leave you overnight with a mouthful of sticky food trapped in your mouth?

Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby xtc » Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:11 pm

Check your pm's. Let me know.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby tony2 » Sun Feb 16, 2014 3:08 pm

Nemisis: yes, that's me.
did you order your set yet?

3 beers won't produce much of a buzz when your mind is focusing on your bladder and what and when this guy is liable to do next -- although it must have contributed.
The peanut butter was gulped down and as fast as my mouth could produce the saliva to swallow it, all but the memory remained. That was the longest in the hood so far. I never really did get used to it.
the mind creates sounds or touches if it can't get the stimulation from regular channels and then it puts them together into all sorts of creepy possibilities that are best left to "The Twilight Zone.'

Sorry about the separate posting, I just got instructions how to talk to this particular computer which should let me run everything together.

If everything worked the way I was thinking it should, this story would take a paragraph to end. My roommate was a trickster (I think I mentioned that) and his bag of tricks were far from empty.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Feb 16, 2014 5:14 pm

tony2 wrote:Nemisis: yes, that's me.
did you order your set yet?


Nah, I want to but it's not in my budget right now.
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby tony2 » Sun Feb 16, 2014 8:43 pm

You are about the same age I was when this happened (give or take a few years). I hope you get them soon and have a buddy that will pocket the key for a week -- imagine the sequel story you could write here then! (grin)
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby tony2 » Wed Dec 28, 2016 2:22 am

Now is the time to read up on the 12 chapters as the next one will be out in a couple of weeks. I've been tied up in red tape (grin) for the last year or so and am finally cutting myself free, so HERE IT COMES. Hope you're still enjoying this.

Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby xtc » Wed Dec 28, 2016 12:37 pm

Good to see you're still with us.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby Sniffmyfeet » Wed Dec 28, 2016 12:56 pm

The pictures make it so exciting. Just to know that you actually went through this in real life and have it documented with pictures and this amazing story! I'm thankful that you're sharing your experiences and your roommate's creativity with us.

Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby tony2 » Wed Dec 28, 2016 1:24 pm

[quote="Sniffmyfeet"]The pictures make it so exciting. Just to know that you actually went through this in real life and have it documented with pictures and this amazing story! I'm thankful that you're sharing your experiences and your roommate's creativity with us.[/quote]



I didn't find out my roommate graduated from M I T. :bondage:
(Monster in Training).
The longer this went on, the more he seemed to get used to the idea of having the TV and the kitchen to himself, etc. :tied:

He preferred iron and/ or locking leather or canvas. I don't think he knew how to tie knots and he definitely didn't want me getting out

Actually though, kinky as it seemed, I was constantly intrigued by his creativity.

Re: Chapter 3 - Talk is cheap but gags....

Postby tony2 » Wed Dec 28, 2016 1:30 pm

[quote="mikeybound"]It must've felt strange being tied up and gagged on a buzz (or drunk, as the case might be).
Did he really leave you overnight with a mouthful of sticky food trapped in your mouth?[/quote]


Sorry about not getting back to you sooner. My bad!
Yes, once it was stuffed in, it didn't come out. I was able to eat my lunch for at least 30 minutes without ever having to open my mouth!

I wasn't drunk although the way he kept smiling, I'm not sure about him :mouthopen: