Postby Canuck33 » Sun Jan 12, 2014 9:55 am
Oh Rest assured that he will. You just wait.
PART 2 - CONCLUSION
Chris waited until he heard his father’s Ford Countie Squire driving away, and then sprinted back to his bedroom. Roman was still sitting on the chair, his hands bound tightly with these fuzzy pink handcuffs, rope trussed around his torso and reinforced with blue electric tape. He was also gagged and blindfolded, and was wiggling uncomfortably by now.
“You just wait, I’m not done with you,” whispered Chris menacingly.
He applied some electric tape to Roman’s ankles, right over his blue jeans, and bound them to the legs of the chair so he wouldn’t be able to wiggle them. He then tied rope around his knees, also binding them to the chair, and did the same to his thighs. Roman was now bursting with his passion…
“Yeah, I knew you wouldn’t object to more rope, you weirdo,” Chris chuckled. He only meant it affectionately. Clearly, he was at least as much of a weirdo as Roman.
“Well, I guess you can’t watch the movie with this thing on,” he said and removed the sleep mask from Roman’s eyes, but the tape and bandana remained in his mouth.
“Ughhh!”
“Nope, that stays on,” announced Chris. Roman simply looked too adorable gagged like that. And besides, this wasn’t the time for small talk. “Do you want to keep watching the movie?”
Again, that was a rhetorical question.
About another forty minutes into the movie, Roman started moaning uncontrollably.
“Roman, be quiet, seriously!” snaps Chris. But the moaning continues. Then Chris looks at the clock and realizes Roman has been gagged for over an hour. “Alright, we’re gonna have a little break,” he said.
Carefully, Chris peeled the duct tape off Roman’s face (ripping a few hairs in the process, but since they were very short, it was more of a mild sting than serious pain) and untied the bandana.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
Roman exercised his jaw a bit. “Great! It wasn’t too painful, but I was getting thirsty.”
“Be careful what you ask for, I might not let you go to the bathroom later.”
Roman scowled.
“I’m just kidding. Do you want some apple juice?”
“Yeah, apple juice sounds great!” Roman responded. “Can I have something to eat too?”
Chris returned with a tall glass of orange juice and a bag of chips. He gently brought the glass to Roman’s lips. “Um, dude, I got no hands.”
“I know,” said Roman brightly, “that means you’re gonna have to trust me.”
“Really?!” Roman seemed annoyed. He wasn’t expecting this.
“Mhm, really. This is what I like to call ‘male bonding’.”
“You’re a pervert, you know that?!”
“So are you! Now do you still want your juice, or would you rather go thirsty all night?”
Reluctantly, Roman tipped his head back and allowed Chris to quench his thirst. Chris tipped the glass very slowly, allowing Roman to savour the juice in small amounts.
“There, that’s enough for now, no bathroom breaks until the movie ends,” Chris declared as he put the glass down on his desk. Roman wasn’t sure if he was being serious. “You wanna share some bacon Ruffles?”
It was strange, feeding a grown boy while he tied up to his desk chair. Were they truly bonding? Chris started thinking. ‘Damn, these are tasty chips,’ the meaty flavour of the Ruffles quickly overcame his thoughts. Despite their trim, muscular figures, both boys had voracious appetites, especially Roman. Chris was shocked to see him downing two burgers with fries at Checkers, yet he was still skinny, bordering on underweight.
“Alright boy, leave some for later! Let’s continue the movie.”
The rest of the film went by quickly, with Roman asking to be fed by whimpering loudly (despite not being gagged anymore) and eyeing either the chips or the orange juice glass. Occasionally, Chris made comments about how Raymond (one of Zac’s brothers) had it coming, how Zac could’ve handled his situation differently, and that Zac’s father was secretly a bisexual dungeon master and was over-compensating by being a homophobe.
When the movie ended, Chris slowly removed the tape and rope binding Roman (not all at once, but rather in steps, in order for Roman to truly savour his freedom) and asked what he thought of the movie. “I loved it!” Roman replied while elbows were detached from one another, “I didn’t realize France was so…homophobic back then. It really makes you think how far we’ve come. Or they’re come.”
“Also don’t forget that Zac’s dad is a police guy and he was really conservative,” Chris added. “And really, some places in America haven’t really advanced that much in terms of gay rights.”
“Yep, that’s true.”
Chris and Roman must’ve been discussing the movie for about an hour before Chris changed the course of conversation. He has already released Roman’s handcuffs, but Roman was still sitting on the chair, his legs still bound to it.
“You know, you can untie yourself now…” Chris trailed off.
“Oh right!” Roman was so engulfed in the conversation he totally forgot his hands were no longer tied up. Or perfect, he enjoyed being tied up so much that he didn’t want it end? Chris thought. Slowly, he untied the ropes around his thighs and knees and removed the tape over his jeans.
“I need to go call my sister,” Chris declared, “can you wait for a second?” Roman nodded.
It turned out Mimi was hanging out with her friends Yolanda and Janet at the former’s house, and she won’t be coming back until tomorrow evening. She was probably going to get drunk, if she wasn’t already, he assumed. But at least
“Well? What’s the situation?”
Chris had a wide grin on his face. “We’re home alone, baby.”
“Awesome!” Roman yelled, the duct tape roll clutched in his hand. “Do you have any saran wrap?”
Roman decided that nothing would make him happier than mummifying Chris.
“Just don’t wrap the face,” Chris warned.
“Heh? But you just gagged and blindfolded me, how is this different?”
“It’s different because…that was a repercussion,” explained Chris. “Besides you were only blindfolded for like two minutes!”
“Repercussion? Repercussion for what?!”
It turned out Chris was still a little scared about surrendering his senses. After a long period of persuasion, Chris agreed to be blindfolded, but not gagged.
“How about gagged but only for a few minutes?” asked Roman.
“If I’m gagged, then I can’t be blindfolded.” Damn, he was really making this difficult.
Roman thought about it, and then decided on blindfolded, but not gagged. However, he knew that once Chris was wrapped in saran and tape, he’d be able to do anything to him.
As another repercussion, Chris locked his bedroom before allowing Roman to proceed. Even though his computer was already password-protected (he had thousands of bondage-related images and several stories that were of questionable nature), Chris didn’t want Roman going through his wardrobe.
“Just a warning, if you try anything funny, my uncle will sue your skinny ass,” Chris promised.
“What do you think I’m gonna do, rob you?!” asked Roman. Chris wanted to say ‘yes’, but then decided against it. He did a quick mental deduction. Even if Roman managed to tie him well, which he doubted, it would probably take Chris about five, maybe ten minutes to escape, or at least gain partial mobility. If push came to shove, Chris was definitely stronger than his friend. He had four years of self-defence training, a larger upper body and a lower centre of gravity, and Roman was little more than a twig.
“Alright, do your worst.”
Chris stood straight as Roman unravelled the saran wrap, starting with his legs and making his way up. Chris noticed that Roman bound his legs together, rather than wrapping each leg separately first. ‘Amateur,’ he thought. Roman stopped to reinforce the wrap with duct tape around Chris’s ankles and knees. Again, it could’ve been done more effectively, but Chris didn’t care. He was merely excited to be tied up by this gorgeous guy.
“I wanna see some pictures later,” said Chris.
“Don’t worry, you will…” Roman snarled, letting his voice trail off. Chris was quite certain Roman was getting just as excited. He felt more saran wrap pressing against his jeans, his t-shirt, binding his torso, arms at his sides, all the way up his shoulders. Roman reinforced his artwork with duct tape around Chris’s chest and stomach. Chris was bound pretty tightly, but not so much that his breathing pattern was affected. Roman took a picture of Chris on his phone. His entire body was securely immobilized except his face.
“Not bad…” said Chris while trying to move his fingers. It was difficult. The saran wrap was pressing against pelvis, causing him the all-too-familiar discomfort he felt on the first occasion when he was tied in the park.
“I know eh?” Roman was clearly proud of his work. “Now I’m gonna try to get you lying on the floor, you’ll have to help me ok?”
“You mean, like the trust game?”
It was something like the trust game. Chris had to drop his weight completely backwards unto Roman, and hope that the skinny boy would be able to handle him. It took several tries, but Roman was surprisingly sturdy. Slowly, gently, he placed the bundled captive on the floor. Then he removed Chris’s socks.
“Nice feet, Chris.”
“Dude, if you think for one second I’m gonna let you tickle me…STOP! Ahhh…” it was too late. Roman was having an all-out attack on Chris’s pink feet, making him laugh hysterically and squirm in his bonds.
“Hehehe, I wish I had a feather,” said Roman mockingly.
“You bastard! I’m gonna get you for this.”
“No you won’t! Well, not unless I let you,” said Roman. “You wanted a picture, right?” he took out his phone, and got several shots of Chris looking hilariously furious. “What’s this?” He had the sleep mask in his jeans pocket, a little wrinkled but still silky to the touch. “I think it’s time to say good night.”
“Go on, put this thing on me,” snarled Chris.
And he did. Chris was now blindfolded, for the first time. His pants grew tighter; he moaned.
“Well damn, you really like this, eh?”
“Mhm…” Chris moaned peacefully.
“Here, let me take another picture of you.”
*Click*.
Roman took the picture, and then remained silent. He wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“Roman?” asked Chris, a touch of helplessness in his voice. “Are you still there?”
“I’m still here, right beside you, buddy.”
“Okay, good.” Chris’s voice was getting breathy, almost distant. “I just wanted you to know I’m having a really great time with you, you’re a great guy.”
“Really?” Roman felt something, a tugging sensation.
“Yes, really. I feel…I want to be your slave, Roman. I want you to kiss me and touch me.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, right now.”
Reluctantly, Roman dropped to the floor and brushed his lips against Chris’s blindfold, teasing him. “I’m right here, baby.”“I know. Please kiss me.”
And they kiss for what felt like half an hour until Roman broke off. “I need to untie you, man. Do you have scissors?”
“Of course I have scissors! Do you think I’m a hobo? Check in the right hand cabinet.”
Roman found the scissors and starting cutting the top part of the saran wrap, very careful not to damage Chris’s t-shirt. To his surprise, Chris managed to make holes through the saran wrap, and after a few powerful stretches completely broke free, removed the blindfolded and free himself completely.
“Dude, you need to use more than one layer,” he said.
“I didn’t want to waste more saran wrap…” Roman insisted. Chris glared at him. His green eyes sparkled.
“It’s getting late, we need to make some sleeping arrangements. Come back to my bedroom.”
“Already?”
“We don’t have to sleep right away, just set things up.”
Chris let Roman change into his pajamas, a very old gray t-shirt and black gym shorts. Chris merely took off his jeans, and remained in his white t-shirt and light-blue boxers.
“I like to sleep in my undies, I hope you don’t mind,” he said. He fought the urge to remove his shirt, fearing things would escalate beyond control. “And here’s the thing: This bed can only accommodate one person.”
“Can we…”
“Nope, I can’t sleep when I’m touching someone else.” Chris insisted. “You can have the bed.”
“Where will you sleep?” asked Roman. Chris opened his wardrobe and removed a blue sleeping bag.
“I just need a pillow, that’s all.”
“Nooo, I don’t feel comfortable taking your bed,” Roman insisted. “How about this, we toss a coin, whoever gets tails gets the sleeping bag, heads gets the bed?”
“I…really like that idea!” beamed Chris. He unpacked the sleeping bag, examining its smooth, squishy surface, and decided it could easily be turned into bondage equipment. He must’ve had at least a few dozen pictures of sleeping bag bondage on his hard drive.
“How about whoever gets tails gets to be tied in the sleeping bag all night?”
Roman seemed just as enthusiastic about the idea as Chris. Roman took out a quarter, tossed it and…
Heads.
“Alright dude, show me your hands.”
Chris was about to protest, but rules were rules. “Can you let me get in first?”
He unzipped the sleeping bag and slid his legs inside, feeling the cool fabric against his bare skin. He let Roman bind his hands in front of his body with rope and handcuffs, then tie additional rope around his torso before sliding further in the sleeping bag so only his head was exposed.
“Sleep mask time!” yelled Roman, surprised at how willing Chris was to be blindfolded again. “There, now you’re ready to go to sleep.”
“We’re not going to sleep yet, it’s barely midnight.”
“Well, I’m not, but you are!” Roman yelled again. To Chris’s surprise, he pulled the sleeping bag over his head and tied the cord until Chris was totally swallowed inside.
“Boy in a bag, how cute,” uttered Roman, “can you get out?”
“I can try,” said Chris, his voice a little muffled. He was thrashing around the bag, desperate to get the handcuffs off, but to no avail. “I don’t know, you tie me up pretty good.”
“Well, you don’t mind if I have some fun with you while you’re all…tied in the bag, do you?” asked Roman. “I don’t want you feeling lonely in there. Hehehehehe”.
With Chris’s help, Roman picked him up, spun him, starting whacking him with pillows (Chris protested at that and tried fighting back, only to topple over aimlessly), took some pictures and teased him further about being tied up. Eventually Roman got tired of this silliness. “I’m going to sleep, yo,” he announced, “I’ll just turn off the light first. Not that it would make a difference to you, being already blindfolded and tied in a bag…ha!” The joke was getting lame, but Roman couldn’t help himself.
Chris was falling tired too, but he couldn’t tell what time it was, or whether he was still in his room. He was so disoriented, and by this point, the novelty of being tied inside his sleeping bag has worn off. He was surprised when the top finally came untied, and the blindfold removed from his eyes. He breathed heavily.
“Did you think I was going to leave you like that all night?” asked Roman, a little offended. Honestly, Chris didn’t know the answer. Smilingly, Roman tied the sleeping bag around Chris’s shoulders, put a comfortable pillow underneath his head, and kissed him on the lips.
“Good night, Chris.”
The next morning, Chris awoke to the sound of the door opening. It was 11:00am, and his parents were back. Quickly, he wiggled his way to Roman, woke him up (quite harshly) and demanded to be untied. As soon as he was released, he packed all he Roman’s belongings, threw his shoes at him and sneaked him out through the back door, careful not to be seen by his mother. Luckily, the back door remained open overnight, so they didn’t make any noise. As soon as Roman snuck out, Chris turned to the kitchen, and greeted his mother.
“Good morning, honey!” She said with a kiss. “We just watched The King’s Speech. Oh, you wouldn’t believe what a great movie! You have to see it!”
“That’s great, mom.”
“So how was your night, love?” She asked. “Sorry that you were left alone. Did you keep yourself occupied?”
“Um…yeah, I kept myself occupied, thanks for asking…” Chris answered. ‘You have no idea’.
THE END
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.