23 - Helping Simon Study (f/m, m/m)

Postby canuck100 » Sat Oct 10, 2015 5:43 pm

This is a repost of a story originally published by Silent Simon in November 2003

HELPING SIMON STUDY

I had been studying for my physics test for four hours straight, and to tell you the truth, I was exhausted just from the reading, not to mention all the writing I had been doing. My hands were cramping, my back ached, my legs were sore, and my head throbbed with the dull pain of an approaching migraine. I was thankful for the interruption when I heard a key in the lock and turned to watch my dorm room door swing slowly open. I grinned widely at the sight of Lisa standing in the door dressed in cut-off denim shorts and a sleeveless white blouse in which she had tied a knot just above her belly button.

“Hey, Lisa.” I said, stretching my arms up as she sauntered across the room, kicking my dirty clothes out of the way. She stood directly behind me and squeezed my shoulders, leaning over to kiss me lightly on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, a little more deeply than the first one. Then she pressed her soft bosom against the back of my head and started caressing my face as she leaned over me to get a look at my studying.

“Physics, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said resignedly, knowing that she was going to take a considerable chunk out of my study time. “And I don’t have much time right now, or I’d stop for a bit.”

“You don’t have much time?” She laughed, kissing my neck and pulling away. “Not even for me?”

Lisa and I had been dating for two years, my senior year in high school and now my freshman year in college. She was a Sophomore at the same college, but she hadn’t minded the last two years dating a younger guy. There were only two months between our birthdays. And I certainly hadn’t minded dating a college woman. Lisa had grown from that skinny little girl I had known and played with as an adolescent into the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She had long blonde hair that she wore down and loose, except for a couple of clips high on either side of head to keep it out of her face. She was tall and slender, a real sight to look at for long periods of time, admiring the long firm legs, the tight, trim waist, and the full breasts. There certainly wasn’t much of the little girl I had first known as the little sister of my brother’s best friend. Still, it was hard to do, but I knew I couldn’t take time away from my studies. I had to pass this exam.

“I’m sorry, Lisa. I’ve got to get in two more hours of studying for this midterm. I’ll call you later.”

“You’ll call me later?” she asked incredulously, kneading my shoulders with her sure finger. “I think you should take a break now, and study later.”

I brushed her hands away and turned the page. “I mean it, Lisa. I can’t right now.”

I didn’t even look to see what she was doing, but she moved away for a moment. I barely heard her rustling around, and was so absorbed in my notes that I was actually startled when she grabbed both of my arms and pulled them around over the back of the chair. I felt the cold steel of our handcuffs snapping around my wrists before I could even resist.

“Lisa! What are you doing!” I demanded, but she had spun my desk chair around and much to my surprise she straddled my lap, took my face in both hands and kissed me rather deeply, silencing my protests with her tongue. When she pulled away, she was laughing and I was breathless.

“Isn’t it obvious, Simon? You’ll never learn anything as tense as you are. I’m going help you study.” She got up and began rummaging around in my chest of drawers. I had an idea about what she was looking for, and when she turned around, she was holding several bandanna handkerchiefs in her hand. “But since you’re putting up such a fuss, I guess I just have to kidnap you and help you relax!”

We had been playing these kinds of games for years, and since we started dating they had become part of our, uh, well, part of our more adult playtimes together. It wouldn’t be the first time she had tied me for our mutual pleasure, but it was one of the more inconvenient times. I said as much.

“Come on, Lise! This isn’t funny! I’ve really got to stummmmmppppppphhhhh!” She crammed one of the bandannas into my mouth, stifling my protest as she straddled my lap again and pulled a folded one across my mouth. I grunted some more, bucking lightly up against her as she tightened the gag around my head, and then I started to shout. Not out of protest now—this was part of our game.

“Now Simon, you really have to be quiet! We wouldn’t want your suite mates to hear you screaming!” She smiled sweetly as she folded one of the bandannas up into a thick pad and pressed it against my mouth, and then she took the other and tied it as a wide band around my mouth, covering my face from nose to chin. I yelled into my gag, knowing before it reached my ears that it was barely more than a low moan. Lisa knew how to keep me quiet.

I continued to fight the gag with my mouth, moaning into it as I gnashed my teeth around the cloth between them. Lisa ignored me, using some rope to tie my hands to the chair, then pulling my feet up under it to tie them as well. It was sort of a sitting hog-tie, and it left my legs spread wide apart, which I knew was intentional. The crotch of my jeans bulged rather uncomfortably in this position, and my heart raced with the anticipation of what was coming next. Lisa had first discovered my true love of bondage this way, tying me in a chair as she knelt in front of me. What I had hardly dared to imagine that first time she did it was what I was begging for now through the thick layers of my gag. Lisa didn’t disappoint.

My eyes widened with excitement as she dropped to her knees between mine and fiddled with the buttons on my fly. They ripped open beneath her fingers, and then she was wrapping her cool hand around me, pulling my hard on out of my pants and teasing it with her fingers. “So, Simon,” she said coyly. “Still want me to let you study?”

“MMMMMM-HHHMMMMMMPPPHHHH!” I groaned as she closed her lips around the head of my dick and started doing what she knew I loved, sliding her mouth down the length of me and moaning as if she were as gagged as me. My entire body quivered and shook with excitement, and I was glad for the heavy gag as she finished me off with her mouth, continuing to caress me until long after I was expended. I breathed loudly through my nose, my head ache gone, my stiffness forgotten, and then I watched her get up, wipe her lips with the back of hand and spin me around toward my notes.

“Well, hope that helps, Simon. I’ll see you later.” And in spite of my protests, she walked right out the door.

In Qute a Bind

So there I was, sitting at my desk in my college dorm room, handcuffed, tied to the chair, and very thoroughly gagged. My hands were cuffed behind the chair back, and rope had been used to tied them to the metal post that supported the back. My legs were wrapped over the sides of the chair and my feet were bound quite securely up beneath the seat, leaving me in a sort of sitting hog-tie. And my gag, well, that was the real clincher. My mouth had been stuffed with a wadded bandanna, which was tied in place with a folded bandanna stretched between my lips. Then another bandanna had been folded into a thick pad and placed over my mouth, which was bound in place by fourth bandanna that covered my face from nose to chin. Even if I had wanted to draw someone’s attention to help me—which I didn’t—I couldn’t have through that gag. Lisa had known what she was doing. And to top it all off, she had left the front of my pants wide open with all of my business hanging out there for anyone to see. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew I was in quite a bind.

She hadn’t been gone very long when I heard the door open, and I craned my neck around to look at her as she came back in. To my horror, it wasn’t her. It was my roommate Chris, who knew absolutely nothing about my little fantasy life. He came through the door and into the room, completely oblivious to me sitting there bound, gagged and exposed as he flipped through a magazine. Then I made a little noise and he looked up.

“Oh my god!” he practically shouted, dropping his magazine and standing there staring at me. “What happened to you?”

“Ummmppphhhhh-mmmmmppphhhhh ammmmmpppphhhhhh!” I said, flashing my eyes at him in exasperation. Still, he just stood there staring.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, just standing there.

I nodded and grunted some more, wishing the idiot would just untie me and get it over with.

“Did you, um, did you do this to yourself, Simon?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

I shook my head, glaring at him.

“Oh, so someone else did this to you?

I nodded, thinking how perceptive he was and wishing I was not gagged.

“Well, should I just leave you?” He acted like he was just going to leave and I struggled furiously in my bonds, shouting into the gag. “No? Well, I guess I should help you, huh?” He came over and inspected everything, looking at the way she had tied my hands and feet to the chair. Finally I felt his hand on the side of my face, his fingers slipping the first layer of the gag down and letting the pad fall into my lap. He grinned some more. “Someone wanted to keep you quiet, didn’t they?” I felt like Carey Grant in that old movie Arsenic and Old Lace, where the idiot cop wanted to carry on a conversation with a bound and gagged Grant. I just nodded and “mmmmpppphhhhed” against the gag.

To my great surprise, he left the gag tied tightly around my mouth and instead started untying my legs. I let out a heavy sigh as he released my feet from beneath the chair and stretched them out as he started on my arms. An instant later, I was free except for the handcuffs and the gag. I guess he decided he needed my help to find the key, because he reached up and pulled the cleave from between my lips, plucking the wadded bandanna out and dropping it in the middle of my physics notes. I winced as I realized what that soggy mess was going to my notes.

“So, where’s the key?” he asked, moving around to look at me as I pulled my hands over the chair back and sat forward, wishing I could do something about my open pants.

“It’s over on the dresser, in my coin cup,” I replied.

He moved over to the dresser, and I swiveled to watch him. He had a quizzical half smile on his face and said, “You know, I didn’t know you liked this kind of stuff.” I didn’t quite know what to say, so I said nothing and watched him as he poked around in my coins looking for the key. Finally he found it, and he came over close to me and said, “Turn around and I’ll unlock you.” He did, and an instant later, I was standing up and pulling the fly of my jeans together, buttoning them in a hurry and wondering how I was going to get out of an explanation. To my great surprise, he didn’t even give me time for an explanation.

I felt his hand close around my upper arms, propelling me forward onto the bed. I was only a little more than 5’6”, and he stood a good four inches taller than me. He outweighed me too by about forty pounds, and I knew I was no match for him, whatever he had in mind. So I decided to try and bluff him. “What are you doing?” I said loudly.

“I haven’t tied anyone up in years. Since you seem to like it so well, I thought I’d have a go at it again.” He had my hands behind my back, pinning me to the mattress with a knee across my butt as he lashed my hands together with rope.

“You idiot! Turn me loose!” I shouted, hoping the threat of someone hearing me would stop him. I should have known it wouldn’t, and quite frankly, I should have expected his response. He straddled my legs and clamped his hand over my mouth from behind, silencing my attempted bluff. It hadn’t worked.

“You know, Simon, whoever put that gag in your mouth had the right idea. Only I’ve got something better.” He laughed maliciously as he dropped his hand and pulled the bandanna around my neck back up between my lips and tightened it. It wasn’t a very effective gag, and I shouted around it as he got up and finished by tying my feet, then pulling them into a hogtie. Then he went over to his own dresser and opened a drawer, rummaging around, and when he turned around, I couldn’t believe what he was holding. “Ever used a ball-gag, Simon?” he asked, moving over toward the bed.

“Ungho,” I murmured around the bandanna in my mouth. I had never even seen one in real life, although I had seen lots of them in pictures and stuff. I lay very still and watched him, my pulse racing, my breathing ragged as he sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged the bandanna from my mouth.

“Well, here. Try it.” And he fed me the enormous red ball. His hand was insistent as he wedged it between my teeth, pulling the straps around my head and buckling it almost painfully tight. I moaned, my lips clamped tight around the rubber sphere. “Works, doesn’t it?” he laughed. I could only stare up at him and moan.

Silent Simon