## Surprised by a friend

Post by donatello » Fri Oct 22, 2010 1:52 pm

This story happened just a little while back, and while I was at first a little hesitant to share it, I feel comfortable putting it out there after all. As an introduction, I'm 20 and have always been into being tied up and, to a lesser extent, tying other people up too. Actually, I get a thrill out of getting tied up and watching others get tied up, and while I enjoy tying others up too, it doesn't give me the same thrill.
Despite this, I've never been tied up, though I have participated in tying up friends. I am a pretty shy guy, and I have to admit I'm embarrassed to let anyone know I'm into bondage, so my experience with bondage (outside of a little self-bondage) has been incidental, and not at my instigation. My best friend since forever, Matt, knows all of this, though. We love to spend nights just hanging out and talking, with an occasional fast-food run at 3 in the morning. And during one of these late night conversations Matt asked me a question that â€“ if answered truthfully â€“ would reveal my fetish with ropes and helplessness. I decided I had to let it out sooner or later, so I screwed my courage and told the truth.
Matt was surprised, laughing a little at his shy, introverted friend who harbored such an unexpected interest. But he wasn't critical, only curious. It felt good to tell him about it, but I had to suppress the desire to invite him to join me in exploring this strange urge of mine, because I realized that he probably wasn't into it that much, if at all. I mean, if he was, then wouldn't he have taken advantage of my confession to bring it up? No, he wasn't into bondage.
An experience I had a couple of months later made me wonder, though. It was a long weekend, and my parents were out of town on vacation together. I had lived on my own for the first couple years of college, but finances obliged me to move back home and commute to school. So I found myself alone at home with a four day weekend in front of me. I don't have many friends (though those I do have are very close), and in any case enjoy keeping to myself a lot of the time; so I didn't feel the need to immediately find some people to hang out with and get a party started.
Rather, my first instinct was to catch up on all the sleep the week of school had deprived me of. I exercised, working any excess energy out of my system, then took a hot shower. I walked back to my room and started to dress. After putting on a comfortable pair of underwear I remembered that I wasn't going anywhere and that I was alone for the weekend â€“ so I stopped there. I don't know about you, but I find wearing nothing but underwear much more comfortable than wearing clothes; and while I'm a modest, easily embarrassed person, I only wear as much as social decency requires â€“ meaning, of course, that when no one else is around, I don't often wear much.
Relaxed, tired, and comfortably clad, I found a chair in the basement and fairly quickly fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was being awoken by someone sitting on top of me. I had been sleeping so deeply that it took me a moment to reorient myself, and by the time I got my bearings, the someone on top of me had finished clicking a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. This done, the person stood up. I stared, bewildered, up at my friend, Matt.
â€œI guess you've just been captured,â€ he smuggly, with a wide grin on his face. I looked down at my shackled wrists. What hit me was not a rational verification of Matt's statement, but rather a wave of emotion â€“ surprise, helplessness, embarrassment, and an indescribable thrill that I think only those who have experienced it can understand. That I was wearing so little was enough to make me want to disappear, but that I was handcuffed and could not flee the situation was even worse. I couldn't say anything. Duh! What does one say after waking up to find oneself tied up in your underwear by your best friend! Umm, I still don't know â€“ even after the fact.
to be continued

### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by donatello » Fri Oct 22, 2010 2:15 pm

Matt actually took pictures of me during the experience - if you want, you can check out the first pic here:
http://s1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb4 ... C_0069.jpg

### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by xtc » Sat Oct 23, 2010 3:44 am

I agree with the need not to wear too much in my own home!
Thanks for posting the sttory and the pic. Are there any you'd be prepared to share showing the later stages of your experience?
Wassail!
xtc
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### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Oct 23, 2010 7:39 am

I do the same in summertime; but I also lock my doors and close my window shades! At least, I do NOW.
When I was younger though I didn't - hopeful of just such a situation. Thanks to my cousins and friends, this kind of thing happened to me quite a bit back then!
Hope to hear more of this encounter.
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### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by xtc » Sat Oct 23, 2010 9:32 am

Personally speaking, if the neighbours object they can always buy curtains!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by donatello » Sat Oct 23, 2010 8:21 pm

Part 2
â€œWhat are you doing!?â€ I finally managed to say.
â€œWhat does it look like? I'm making you my personal slave.â€
â€œI am not your personal slave!â€ I retorted. Alarmed at where I felt the situation was going, I decided that lying in a comfy chair wasn't the smartest idea â€“ it definitely put me at a disadvantage in terms of self-defense. Before I could fully rise, however, Matt placed his hands on my shoulders and forceded me back - since my hands were handcuffed, I couldn't support myself and I sank back easily into the chair.
This of course only added to my humiliation and frustration. I wasn't even able to stand up. But I didn't have time to get angry, because my feet were quickly seized and I was dragged off the chair and onto the floor â€“ landing flat on my back.
â€œWhat the hell are you doing!?â€
Matt didn't respond. Instead, he raised his hands (holding my ankles) high into the air, and simultaneously walked towards me. My whole body except my head and shoulders left the ground, and with my hands bound together, I could only try and twist my body around to allow the use of my hands â€“ all the while thrashing with my feet, of course. But Matt now had my legs tightly pinned to his chest with one arm, effectively immobilizing my struggles; and he was only too happy to let me orient myself face-down to the floor. The weight of my body (now nearly vertical) pinned my bound hands under me, and I very quickly found myself helpless. In fact, it was all I could do to keep my face from being smothered in the carpet.
Matt didn't seem in a hurry. He held me in that position for half a minute, happily reinforcing my sense of defeat. I, of course, was frantically trying to maneuver myself out of my predicament, but all I managed to do was pant, puff and grunt â€“ only adding to Matt's enjoyment, I'm sure. After a minute or so of ineffectual struggle, he offered terms.
â€œGive in?â€
I refused to reply. The answer was fairly obvious. Suddenly â€“ still holding my legs pinned to his chest â€“ Matt began dragging me, face down to the carpet, over to a sofa. I couldn't see where I was going or why Matt was dragging me there, but it quickly became obvious as I felt him pass a loop of rope over my legs and cinch it tight around my ankles.
I panicked. I knew that if - in addition to my bound hands - I lost the ability to move my legs, it would all be over. But it wasn't easy to dislodge my legs from Matt's tight hold while being forced to do a handstand with handcuffed wrists. Within seconds Matt had wrapped the free end of the rope around my ankles several times, finishing it by going between my ankles and knotting it off. By the end I was no longer struggling as vehemently, and he sat down on the sofa to finish the process.
This meant that more of my torso was in contact with the floor, but by this point I was exhausted. I knew that, tied up as I was, struggling further would only have entertainment value for my captor. At that moment, as he was tying off the loose ends of rope around my ankles, the realization that I was truly at the mercy of another person washed over me â€“ and with it, the spirit of resistance dwindled away and died. I surrendered.
â€œThere we go,â€ Matt said. And with that, he dropped my now securely bound legs. They came to rest lying against the sofa. â€œYou're not struggling much anymore.â€ His voice was happy and nonchalant, but the sarcasm filled the room like a pungent odor. â€œDo you give up now?â€ As he said this, he got down on his knees and brought his face down to my level â€“ against the carpet. He tried to look me in the eye, gloating over my defeat, but I turned my face the other way and denied him the pleasure.
I struggled up onto my knees and fixed him with a bewildered stare. â€œWhat the HECK are you doing?â€
â€œYou still don't get it? I just finished tying you up. You're my slave now.â€
Still struggling to grasp his motivation â€“ or perhaps still desperately trying to deny the humiliating authenticity of his answer â€“ I asked, â€œYou just walked in?â€
â€œYeah,â€ Matt responded, sounding pleased. â€œI knocked but you didn't answer. But your car was in the driveway, so I knew you were here. You didn't answer your phone either.â€ He looked truly miffed by that last bit. I thought you were just listening to music or something, so I just let myself in through the back doorâ€ (my house has a door that leads into the garage from the back of the house that's usually left unlocked). â€œBut boy was I surprised! You weren't listening to music, you were sound asleep in a chair - in your underwear! Now that was just too good of an opportunity to pass up!â€
It was pretty humiliating, kneeling there tied up in my underwear. But hearing him say it â€“ and gloat over my lack of clothing â€“ buried me in a new wave of embarrassment.
â€œNow that you're all tied up...â€
He rummaged around in his backpack for a second and brought out a heavy black object. If possible, my humiliation doubled. It was his high-quality digital camera. What followed was a pathetic attempt to cover my naked body, followed by an attempt to flee the scene by hopping on my bound feet towards my room. Matt took photos all the while. When I had almost reached the door, he decided enough was enough and, wrapping me in a bear hug, hauled me back into the room. He put me on the ground, then sat on my back. I struggled, but said nothing, too angry and embarrassed to protest.
In that position, my arms were underneath me. â€œBe a good boy and stretch your arms out in front of you for me, ok?â€ His voice was drenched in mockery, and I refused to obey. I may have been in an unequal situation, but that didn't mean I was going to submissively obey his every command. â€œYou won't cooperate? Well, then I'm not going to get off. And...â€
He reached back and slipped his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and began to slowly pull them off my butt. Again, I panicked.
â€œNo! Don't! Please! Stop!â€
Matt burst out laughing. â€œStill trying to be modest, are we? I guess even your last shred of modesty is worth clingling to, huh?â€ I responded by blushing a yet deeper shade of red â€“ and, of course, I stretched my hands out in front of me. Lying as I was, face down, stretched out superman style, on the carpet was about as vulnerable and helpless a position as I could imagine. I was surrendering yet again.
â€œNow bend your elbows back and put your wrists behind your neck,â€ Matt commanded. I meekly complied. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but the tug on the chain of my handcuffs gave me an idea. After a second, he got off of me and ordered me to stand up. As I did I discovered he had tied a rope to my handcuffs. This Matt grabbed and pulled me by it to the center of the room. There was an old hook in the ceiling â€“ probably once used to hang a chadelier or something. Matt positioned me under it, then dragged over a chair and stood on it. From that height he passed the rope over the hook and pulled down on it. My arms were immediately dragged high over my head, stretching my skin tight over my belly and nearly forcing me onto my toes.
Amazingly, everything Matt did seemed to add to my humiliation, and every time I thought I couldn't possibly be embarrassed further, I was. I had never felt so exposed in my life. Every inch of my body was exposed to scrutiny, and every inch of it (except my crotch and my butt) was totally bare. After tying off the rope, Matt got off the chair and stood back to examine me. His face showed real satisfaction with his work.
â€œWow, you look good,â€ he said, nodding approvingly as his eyes swept over my helpless body. â€œYou know, I think I could really get used to this whole bondage thing. I think I like it!â€
â€œYou are so full of shit,â€ I retorted. But of course I could do nothing but talk. I could hardly move at all.
â€œOooh, the captive is talking back. I like it!â€ He was only saying it for effect, to get me going. But it worked even so. â€œWe might have to do something about that. But first...â€
And with that, he grabbed his camera and went to work again. I steadfastly refused to make eye contact. Apparently, that didn't bother him too badly, judging by the number of pictures he took. After an eternity, he set his camera down and headed upstairs.
â€œJust a moment, I'll be right back.â€
End of part 2

### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by donatello » Sat Oct 23, 2010 8:23 pm

Here's another pic from my experience - Matt gave me all the photos afterwards.
http://s1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb4 ... g&newest=1
I'll be pretty busy for a week or two, so don't be surprised if it takes me a while to finish the story.

### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Oct 23, 2010 8:54 pm

Nie story so far - sounds like a typical day with one of my cousins when I was living with them. But if this actually happened why did you post it in the Fictional sction?
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by xtc » Sun Oct 24, 2010 7:54 am

Thanks for sharing. Very entertaining.
Not that it really matters but I presume this is a fictional tale?
xtc
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but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by donatello » Sun Oct 24, 2010 10:04 am

I've decided, after some thought, that I feel more comfortable not posting the photos. Sorry to those who were following along.

### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by xtc » Sun Oct 24, 2010 10:48 am

That's understandable. Shame, though.
I hope you'll continue posting the story, even without the pics.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Surprised by a friend

Post by capturedsuperhero » Mon Oct 25, 2010 10:16 am

great story!
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!