Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:22 pm

Ever since I can remember I had a thing about Asian boys, going back to grade school. Maybe it was because we had so many of them in Canada at the time. There was one particular guy, his name was Hiro, and he was in some of my classes in junior high and then in high school. He was something of a nerd, probably of Korean ancestry, and very popular with the girls. He was on the soccer team, played baseball and made me incredibly jealous.

Hiro would be my first victim. I would kidnap him and stash him at my grandfather’s farm in rural Vancouver, down the peninsula. My grandfather was a widower and spent his winters vacationing in Hawaii or southern California. Because of this he and my parents asked me to look after his farm while he was away. A perfect spot, it seemed to me, especially the barn. I could keep Hiro there indefinitely.

Hiro was a slim kid, maybe 18 at the time. He had black hair, cut kind of short, and liked to wear turtlenecks on those cold winter days, along with faded boot cut jeans and cowboys boots, with a wide leather belt.

I had planned the weekend of his kidnapping carefully, even going so far to acquire some chloroform to make Hiro’s transport less eventful. The other supplies were mostly at the farm, and included lots of rope and duct tape, along with handcuffs and leg irons.

My name is James, and I just turned 18 before the Christmas holiday, when the kidnap would happen, if all went to plan. I have a shock of blond hair and enjoy wearing my black leather motorcycle jacket, tight t-shirts, jeans and boots. I am 5’10” and about 170 pounds. Hiro is apparently much lighter, maybe 140 pounds, and 5’6”.

I had my grandfathers van, the one with no windows in the back and knew exactly when Hiro would leave school that last day, as I had watched him follow a predictable schedule for some time now. He lived about two miles from school and usually walked home on clear days. The sun was out and it was warm for Vancouver, maybe 40 degrees. Hiro had on a brown ribbed knit turtleneck, which I had watched him tugging on the high collar in history class- but no jacket. Someone had taken it during class (me) so he would have to walk home in the cold. He looked so sweet and innocent and had no idea what was in store for him.

We had talked a few times but he had his own circle of friends. He knew me by face but probably not by name, or so I thought. I sat waiting in the van when I spotted him leaving the campus. He waved goodbye to a few of his girlfriends and began walking toward the wooded area past the school just before the housing developments began.

I drove slowly past him and stopped about 50 feet ahead of where he was walking, got the chloroform ready by spilling a splash onto a bandana and stuffed this into a baggie on my seat, rolling down the passenger’s window.

“Hey Hiro, want a ride?” I asked as jovially as possible. He smiled and looked cold walking without a jacket, but seemed hesitant.

“OK” he said, climbing into the passenger’s seat. “I usually don’t take rides like this but it is cold out here!” he offered. “And I only live about a mile from here.” He looked me in the eyes a little suspiciously, I thought. “You’re James, right,” he guessed. “I’ve seen you around school. In fact we have a few classes together but you hardly ever talk, do you?”

“Yeah, I’m the strong silent type” I said, “but we never got to know each other, did we? Maybe we can change that now…” as I reached into the baggie as he was fastening his seat belt, looking down to find the latch. I quickly reached over and grabbed the back of his head with my right hand and pulled him forward thrusting the rag over his mouth and nose before he knew what was happening.

‘What the fu….” He blurted, screaming into my powerful grip in his face. He tried desperately to push me away, but the chloroform seemed to kick in before he could respond appropriately.

Hiro slumped down into his seat and was clearly unconscious. I had to act quickly. I unbuckled his seat belt and lifted him out the passengers’ door into the back of the van. He landed in a thud on his stomach. I grabbed my grandfather’s old handcuffs and pulled Hiro’s arms behind his back, snapping his compliant wrists together quickly. I reached over and pulled a long piece of rope out and wound this around his ankles, tightening the rope between his black boots, and pulled his feet up to his cuffed wrists in a very tight hogtie. He seemed to stir so I grabbed the Rust-oleum duct tape from my pocket and plastered strips over his lips, under his chin and then several times around his head.

Hiro was being kidnapped!
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Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby NemesisPrime » Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:19 pm

Wow! Good start.

Can't wait for more!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby mikeybound » Tue Jan 08, 2013 3:03 pm

You just made my year, and it's barely even begun!
HEEEEEE'S BACK!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Mummyboi » Tue Jan 08, 2013 8:52 pm

Excellent start ...I'm soo glad your Back Jack :bondage1:

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Wed Jan 09, 2013 4:05 pm

Thanks guys. I really appreciate the feedback.

Part II

It was relatively easy transporting Hiro into my grandfather’s farm. The farmland is sparsely populated in that area, and the nearest house was at least a half-mile away. Noise would not travel far.

“Mmppphhh, mmmrrrggghhh!” Hiro shouted through his duct taped lips. I lifted him out of the van, after loosening his hogtie, and slung him over my right shoulder. He squirmed attempting to break free, but must still have been under the influence of the chloroform, as he did so weakly.

After plopping him down on the old living room couch, I just stood there admiring my victim. Hiro glared at me from his deep brown eyes. “Waaammpphhh?” he pleaded.

“What’s that?” I asked him. “You want to be tied up more?” He glared even harder and his “mmppphhing” increased. I laughed out loud. “Sorry, I can’t quite make out what you’re saying. You’ll have to speak more clearly.” This upset him even more but he just closed his eyes and slunk down in the plush cushions, looking defeated.

“Stay right there. I’ll get the rope you asked for,” I told him, smiling as I quickly reached over behind the couch for my bag of supplies. ‘Here ya go, just what the doctor ordered. I know you want it,” I offered, as he tried to get off the couch and jump away.

“Now how am I going to tie you up even more if you keep jumping all over the place?” I asked him. Hiro’s pleas only escalated, as I pushed him down on the floor onto his stomach and sat on his firm round buns, reaching for a nice long piece of hemp rope. The handcuffs glistened in the late afternoon sun, and the chain link rattled as I slowly and methodically began to tie his hands above the cuffs. I wound the rope around his left wrist, tying a double knot and leaving a long stand hanging down. Then, I wrapped the rope around his right wrist and proceeded to go round and round in a figure eight, maybe ten times, before cinching the rope carefully above the chain on his cuffs another eight times, drawing his wrists into a tight rope handcuff configuration. I tied this off on top using the two ends, completely out of reach of his flailing fingers.

‘How’s that feel?” I asked, as I located the handcuff keys and took each cuff off Hiro’s bound wrists. “There, I bet that feels a lot better,” I whispered in his ear. I waited for his reply, but when there was none I rolled him over on top of his bound wrists and sat on his crotch.

“Here’s the thing Hiro. We’re going to be staying here for quite some time and we can do it one of two ways, rough or easy. Any attempt by you to escape will be met by strict punishment, probably handcuffs, leg irons and chains. You understand?”

Hiro stared wide-eyed at me and slowly nodded his head yes. “That’s a good boi,” I told him. “And if you behave I’ll gradually give you greater freedom. I might even take that gag off your mouth, so you can eat and drink, and talk when asked to. You understand?”

Again he nodded yes. As I was talking I began to notice a bulge growing in his tight denimed crotch area, signifying to me that he was enjoying himself. I placed my right hand over the bulge and smiled. He closed his eyes out of shame or embarrassment, it seemed.

“So you like being held captive do you?” He shook his head no. ‘That’s not what your cock is telling me,” I whispered in his right ear, rubbing his cock slowly. He squirmed around trying to move away, but I just sat there, stroking him even more. He started to buck me, but I just sat harder on top of him, slowly pulling his zipper down. This caused him to begin to flail.

“Stay still boi, or I’ll get the irons!” I yelled. This calmed him down enough for me to pull his engorged member out from his tight Batman underwear. “Cute,” I told him. “Who buys your underwear, your mother?” laughing as his cock got even harder in my hand. He began to flush in embarrassment at his predicament.

“I can see you like this Hiro, so don’t fight me,” as I stroked him even more. His moaning increased considerably and I could see some pre-cum forming around the head of his penis. I used this to moisten his cock further.

“MMMMMMMM!” He murmured, shutting his eyes tightly. It looked like he was about to explode so I stopped. “Aaawwwmmm!!!” he responded, looking at me pleadingly.

‘I know. You want to cum bad, don’t you?” He again shook his head “no.” I got angry and firm. “Look Hiro, I’m gonna need you to be completely truthful with me, do you understand? Your cock isn’t lying. You like this. I kinda figured you might after seeing you in all those tight turtlenecks and watching you tug on the collars in all of our classes. You like to be constricted and wear tight clothes to prove it, don’t you? And don’t lie,” I advised him sternly.

His brown turtleneck had bunched up around his neck, so I pulled it up even further over his duct tapped lips and over his nose. He began to shake his head back and forth slowly, trying to get the elasticized material off his face. I grabbed his cock again, waiting for his response, and suddenly Hiro came, all over his chest all the way up to his gagged mouth, in a violent spasms of pleasure.

“I knew it,’ I whispered in his ear. ‘You’re a closet fag, just like me!” as I wiped the cum off my hand on his gagged lips.
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The farm

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby tiednw » Wed Jan 09, 2013 5:37 pm

Awesome!!!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby NemesisPrime » Wed Jan 09, 2013 7:59 pm

Great!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Mummyboi » Wed Jan 09, 2013 8:01 pm

BRAVO!!!! :bondage:

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby mikeybound » Thu Jan 10, 2013 12:34 am

A bit like rape. Isn't it?

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby NemesisPrime » Thu Jan 10, 2013 3:58 am

No, rape is if he went into him without consent.
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby jdpeter » Thu Jan 10, 2013 11:20 am

impresive

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Fri Jan 11, 2013 4:03 pm

Again, thanks for the encouragement.

Part III

Hiro was still moaning in his duct taped gag, as I eased his now tumulscent cock back into Batman’s insignia underwear and zipped up his faded black jeans. He looked as if he was in some kind of post-coitus reverie.

“You liked that didn’t you? Good. So now I’m going to try a little experiment with you. I’m going to remove this tape. If you decide to start screaming or protest in any way it’s going right back on—do you understand?” He nodded in agreement, so I carefully unwound the tape from around his face, being extra careful to take the last of the Rust-Oleum tape off slowly. He let out a slight yelp, but no harm, no foul.

I reached over for a bottle of water and propped his bound body up against the sofa, offering him as much water as he could take. He gulped it down gratefully, with some pouring down his chin onto his brown turtleneck, mingling with the cum drying there. I waited for him to speak, smiling as I gazed into his cute eyes.

Hiro let out a slight cough. “Wow,” he exclaimed, “where did you learn how to do that?” He had a look of amazement in his eyes. “And, why did you have to kidnap me to do it?”

This took me by surprise. I could sense that he had enjoyed our little session but this was taking an unexpected turn. I questioned him instead, “Why, would you have said yes to being tied up and made to cum if I just walked up to you in school and asked you?”

He looked down and admitted, “No, not likely.”

“Have you ever done anything like this before?” I asked.

“Not like this, but when I was a small kind kid we used to play cowboys and Indians, or Commies and Capitalists, if you know what I mean,” he said frankly.

“So, you like to be dominated? Or do you like to be the one doing the dominating?” I pushed further, seeking to get to know him as quickly as possible.

“Definitely I want to be dominated…” he replied hesitating. “But I always thought it would be by one of my girl friends, not some fag…..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that; but you did say I was a closet fag, right?”

This was taking an interesting turn, I thought. I let him just continue.

“But I’ve never come close to being that excited before…or coming that quickly. I think…” he slowed down, “it had something to do with you playing with my turtleneck. Or am I crazy?”

I smiled back. “Different things turn on different people. Who knows how many things can actually turn you on until you try them, right?” I replied, hoping he would advance my line of thought.

“Yeah, I guess so. But the fact you actually kidnapped me first….” He trailed off.

I guessed where he was headed, so I decided to play my Trump card, and went over to the table and pulled out a document for him to read. It was a Contract for Bondage Games that I had drawn up from the Internet, adding my own special clauses and stipulations. I held it up before him to read. I knew he couldn't hold it since he was still firmly tied by his wrists behind his back.

Hiro started reading it and after a moment or so said: “You really want me to sign this?” I smiled and held a pen in my other hand.

“Yes, it’s my insurance policy if you ever decide to go to the Police or complain to anyone. Otherwise I could obviously spend the rest of my life in prison for what we did in the past three hours or so, right?”

His soft brown eyes widened, as if to acknowledge the real possibility of his power over me, and then bent down to finish reading it. The contract read as follows:

The following persons, Hiroshi Sato and Michael Kensington,

freely enter into this bondage relationship agreement which will begin December 21, 2012, extend for a period of one year, and terminate on December 21, 2013. At the expiration of this agreement, we may choose to reconfirm or renegotiate our agreement. Or we may choose not to continue our relationship and to part from each other peacefully, respectfully, and as whole and free persons.

Dated: December 21, 2012

I freely enter into this bondage contract, choosing to live in the NOW with you and remaining open-hearted. We know nothing is guaranteed and "happily ever after" exists only in fairy tales. Love and relationships take conscious, consistent effort to maintain and to flourish.

I am free to make commitments and I accept responsibility for my actions. My freedom comes from the personal expression of my own power. No one can take away my power to be my self. I choose to help empower you, not to own you nor possess you. I choose to love, honor, and respect you.

I will be as truthful and reliable as I can be. I will not agree to do things with you unless I truly want to, yet I will be respectful of, and sensitive to, your needs and feelings. When I want something from you, I will ask clearly, not hint or expect you to read my mind. I will not create expectations in my head concerning you or your actions then blame you for their unfulfillment. I will share my love, joy, and caring with you.

I will never use your words against you nor divulge your private thoughts and actions to others without your consent. I will communicate to you what "privacy" means to me, and I will accept your definition of "privacy" for you. Any actions or words that relate to something the two of us said or did together should be considered private unless we have discussed it and agreed to reveal our actions or thoughts to others.

I will care for you when you are sick or hurt even if it means you want me to do nothing at all for you. I will respect that, in most instances, you know what is best for you, and what you need from me. However, I will not let you purposefully hurt or destroy yourself without attempting to persuade you otherwise. You may count on me for strength and emotional support when you are down and I expect the same of you.
We are separate and unique individuals who choose to enrich and cherish each other. Ultimately, though, only I can choose to be happy or not, fulfilled or not. I am equal to you, not more nor less. I will not compete with you and play "I win, you lose" games. I will enjoy your different qualities and work towards "win-win" situations. I feel proud of you and will not take you for granted. I will accept you as you are and not try to change those aspects of yourself I am uncomfortable with. I will endeavor to keep my mind open and my boundaries flexible. I will support your growth processes. I will not attack you in public or private when something occurs that I don't like. I will instead accept it as a part of who you are and rationally discuss it with you in private in order to more fully understand who you are. I will remember your love and constancy and communicate this to you. I will not judge you against my past relationships, good or bad. Nor will I hold on to issues or grudges. I will enjoy sharing hopes, dreams, and plans for the future with you now.

Our time together has a high priority in my life. I value our time and will make conscious efforts to ensure we have as much time for each other as we need. I also recognize that we need separate and alone time, too. I will respect your right to be apart from me, and I expect you to respect my right to have alone time also. I have friends and interests that are not in common with you; you also have friends and interests not in common with me. I will not be possessive or jealous of your time away from me, recognizing that the fulfillment and joy you receive benefits me as well. I will be open to uncommon experiences with you though. Our careers are also important to us and I will be understanding when job demands temporarily take a high priority in your life; I expect the same from you.
When problems occur, I will work with you to resolve them as soon as possible. When I am upset or conflicted, I will center myself, clarify my feelings, and determine my issues before confronting you. Only then will I approach you to discuss my issues. I will never make threats of breaking our commitments to each other, leaving you, or asking you to leave. I will never intentionally physically harm you nor threaten to. I will not expect either of us to be perfect. Occasionally I will get frustrated and stressed and disappointed, but I will not reject you or attempt to control your individuality. I accept that I will have times of anger, sadness, fear, and pain and will want your emotional support. I will not feel you are attacking me when you express frustrations or bad feelings.

I use sexual intimacy as a way to express my love and inner self to you. I will not withhold sex to punish you nor use sex to control you. I value our sexual intimacy and will be open to your sexuality and need, as well as my own. I may not agree with every desire you have and I will be open to new experiences. However, I will not do things I am uncomfortable with, nor would I force you to do that which is uncomfortable for you. I will not be intimate with another unless you are comfortable with it. If you feel threatened, I will show you my love and reassure you and listen to you. However, I will not let you control my actions if you have unreasonable fears or a need to have power over me.

I will be responsible for supporting myself, and I will share what I can with you to the best of my abilities. I have personal property and I will respect and care for your personal property, as well as our common property, as if it was my own. I will make agreements with you concerning mutual financial matters. I will not control you with money, nor will I be controlled by your money. I also will consult with you before attempting to change our place of residence.

I commit myself to growing and changing and creating a conscious future with you. I will do my utmost to live up to the spirit of this agreement. We may revise or renegotiate this document as we deem suitable.
Dated:
Witnessed by:

“Wow!” Hiro exclaimed. “And you expect me to sign this after what you did?”

I looked at him and smiled.

“Well,” he replied, “I can hardly sign it tied up like this!”

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby NemesisPrime » Fri Jan 11, 2013 4:42 pm

That's so sweet!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:21 pm

Part IV
James was going to trust Hiro. He untied the hemp rope around his wrists and ankles and brought this profound object of his desire to his feet and embraced him harder than he had ever embraced anyone before in his life. Hiro hesitated but fell into the embrace, falling tightly into James’ surfer tight arms and chest. James stared Hiro in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity, and smiled from ear to ear, and Hiro and he locked lips in a deep, emphatic kiss.
The excitement of the moment was becoming all too much for both James and Hiro, so James broke the mood, saying: “Feel free to use the bathroom—take a shower if you’d like and we can eat something after, ok?” Hiro gave a nervous smile, and replied:
“You’re not going to shower with me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll slip out the window and escape? After all you did kidnap me!”
That gave James an idea, so he quickly retrieved his bag from under the table by the sofa and pulled out a set of irons: Namely handcuffs, leg irons and a heavy collar, all attached by chains running from collar, to cuffs to irons.
‘This should take care of that problem,” James offered, helping Hiro out of his turtleneck, tight white t-shirt, boots, belt and jeans. He piled them carefully in the bedroom. “Come here boi and stand still. Hiro suddenly realized that James was going to place him in bondage again, only this time while he would be naked and bathing. Hiro sprang a boner just at the thought and immediately blushed red.
“That’s the spirit,” James smiled, attaching the handcuffs alongside Hiro’s hips, with a 20” heavy chain going between them. He padlocked these shut. "Click, click!" Other chains attached this to a 3” iron collar, which locked into place around Hiro’s neck (click!). It felt like some kind of rigid turtleneck, the thought of which turned him on even more. James brought the leg irons around Hiro’s ankles, and bound these in place quickly (click, click!!). Hiro had to bend forward slightly, as the chains were shorter than his regular height. This made him appear very submissive.
To finish it off James grabbed the roll of duct tape and wound several layers around Hiro’s face, pushing him into the bathroom with chains rattling. He turned the water on, hot, and pushed Hiro gently into a steady stream of water. He got in and washed every inch of Hiro’s body. Needless to say Hiro had another orgasm before the shower was even over. And the night had only just begun.
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Irons and collar
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Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby mikeybound » Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:08 pm

Very hot. I'd love to see what you can come up with, given more time.

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:13 pm

Very? More like extremely hot!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Wed Jan 16, 2013 10:25 pm

Thanks guys, sorry it's been so long but here goes Part Five--this time from Hiro's point of view.

Part V --Hiro’s story
I ate dinner naked in chains. James had cranked up a roaring fire and the room glowed with radiant heat. He fed me by hand, as my hand irons kept my hands behind the high-backed wooden chair. We discussed the contract briefly and James told me that the “witness” would be over soon. He cleared the dishes and removed my chains and collar.
“Gotta get you ready for company. My friend Bruce agreed to be our witness.” I wondered about who that would be. Guess I would soon find out as James handed me some fresh clothes: a tight white t-shirt, my Batman underwear and jeans and a new turtleneck he had bought just for this occasion. I dressed quickly, pulling on my boots and belt and then pulled the red bulky turtleneck over my head. My head got stuck in the tightly woven material, so James helped me getting the thick material down under my chin, and folded it creating a four-inch high collar pushing my chin up so much that my chin would sometimes go into the neck, like an actual turtle. I loved that sensation and my cock started to stir in my pants.
James pushed me down into the stout wooden dining room chair. It was almost my height in the back with thick slats running up to a cross bar of smoothly finished redwood. It was very sturdy. He grabbed first my left wrist and began to wrap thin clothesline around it, squeezing the woolen bulk at each wrist tighter, securing each to the opposite arm with probably 25 wraps before cinching each about four times; then, like clockwork, my cock sprang to full attention. No way out of this, I thought.
“I can get out of this,” I bragged.
“We’ll see,” he laughed as he produced a very heavy rope, maybe 100 feet, and wrapped this multiple times around my chest, melding my upper body to the chair. I struggled to see if I could escape. No way. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. I loved being bound, and now James was holding a roll of duct tape in front of my face.
“I’m gonna gag you now,” he said, sounding almost apologetic.
“I don’t need to be gagged, James. What will Bruce think?”
He just laughed and began to plaster long pieces of sticky tape above my lips and then below, and continued to wrap more tape all the way around the back of my neck. Then he placed several strips under my chin, causing the visible skin to disappear under a mass of gray tape. My lips, however, were still exposed, and I could speak—sort of.
“I can still speak,” I moaned.
He ignored my bitching and bent down and bound each booted leg to the opposite chair legs, cinching my ankles, knees and thighs to various chair legs and base. I was beginning to feel completely restricted, trying to escape but sensing all avenues were being eliminated.
The doorbell rang so James quickly slapped another piece of tape over my open mouth.
“Aaarrggghhh, mmpphhh!” I moaned as he opened the door and Bruce walked in, a real bulk of a friend that I had made in junior high, but who also befriended James too I guess. I wondered if James knew.
Bruce stood there, with his arms folded, his massive biceps completely filling his waffle long sleeve white t-shirt that read Hollister 1922. His jeans had no belt and he looked puzzled. And very amused.
‘What the fu…” he blurted, his eyes twinkling.
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Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby mikeybound » Thu Jan 17, 2013 4:31 pm

Another good one.

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Fri Jan 18, 2013 1:49 pm

PART VI
Bruce.
I’d known Bruce from years ago, when I first entered sixth grade, where I was the victim of lots of bullying due to my slight body and apparent nerdiness. I had asked him to be my bodyguard, due to his bulk, and he agreed so long as I helped him with his homework. It was a sweet deal, and he saved my hide lots of times. We became buddies and, hopefully, that still means something to him, seeing me all tied up and gagged. Maybe he’ll release me…..
Obviously he had been working out since I last saw him two years ago—after he had dropped out of high school. I tried to “mmmppphhh” his attention but that just made him smile more.
“So James,” he said, “what’s going on here? You never said you had someone all tied up—and gagged!”
James spoke quickly. “This is my friend who’s into being tied up. He wants to commit himself to being my buddy for a year…and I felt, you know, since we used to do this kind of stuff when we were kids, that you would understand.”
Bruce stepped closer to me, between James and where I was sitting in front of the roaring fireplace. I squirmed some more, twisting my head from side to side, which only made that very bulky red turtleneck creep up further over my chin. He pulled my tape gagged chin up out of the fold of the sweater, and winked at me with that great smile of his.
‘Sure, James, I’ll be your witness. I can see this guy is really enjoying himself,” as he glanced around the room. His eyes fixed on the irons that James had placed in front of the fireplace, in order to dry them off from my earlier bound shower. “And I see you have other toys for him to play with.”
What is he thinking, I thought to myself. It didn’t take long for me to find out. James walked over with the contract and a pen and said, “Great, let’s get this show on the road,” as he kneeled down on the floor adjacent to the wooden coffee table, to sign the document.
“Wait,” Bruce said. “Shouldn’t I at least read it first?” he asked.
“No need,” James declared, “we are only asking you to witness our signatures, is that OK?”
Bruce watched as James signed his name, and then brought the contract, now attached to a clipboard, under my right bound wrist, placing the pen in my hand. “Here you go, Hiro, sign your life away,” James laughed.
What was I going to do? I’d been kidnapped, bound, pleasured—by a guy of all things, gotten really turned on—all in a short five hours since school let out. What would my girlfriend think? Can I trust this guy James not to make my life miserable-in some perpetual form of bondage, no less. And Bruce wasn’t helping. In fact, I didn’t know what his relationship with James was. I could be poked with the fattest cock around if I made a mistake.
I signed, as best I could and slumped in the chair, “mmmppphhhing,” quietly. I felt somehow defeated, but also anticipating a strange new world was about to open up. James dated the contract and handed it, and the pen to Bruce.
“OK James, but I decided I want to read this first,” Bruce declared. James looked slightly apprehensive but, given Bruce’s size, apparently decided it would be ok.
“Sure, go ahead Bruce,” he responded.
Bruce took what seemed like forever to read it over. At one point he said, “How sweet, a bondage agreement.” He again winked at me and smiled, as he signed his name and dated the contract. My fate was sealed. I would now be James’ bondage toy for the next year, regardless of what the contract said all lovey dovey. I wondered if I could stand being bound and gagged all day long, or as long as James had in mind.
“Care for a drink, Bruce?” James beamed, Bruce agreed, so he picked up the document and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer for his friend.
And Bruce surely had seen the tear fall from my eye, as I looked at him plaintively, as he moved closer to the fireplace. What happened next really surprised me.
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irons

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Fri Jan 18, 2013 4:59 pm

PART VII
As James rounded the corner from the kitchen, Bruce grabbed the wrist irons and stuffed some locks into his jeans, and stood behind the door going into the kitchen. As James came out—two beers in hand—Bruce tackled James, causing him to crash, beers and all, to the carpeted floor with a loud thud. My kidnapper looked quite dazed, which gave 220lb. Bruce enough time, once he was straddling James’ ass, to grab his left wrist and twist it behind his back, like a v-shape. James yelled: “Ouch!” as Bruce snapped the 3 x ½” iron handcuff rapidly padlocked in place. This was followed rapidly by the right cuff being yanked across to James’ right wrist, which he resisted capturing. Bruce pulled on the left wrist chain, so James gave up and allowed Bruce to secure the other heavy metal cuff—“click!”
“Bruce, what the Hell! What are you doing?” as Bruce laughed and grabbed the leg irons and locks, quickly grabbing James’ left booted leg, collaring it and snapping the heavy-duty locks in place; two resounding “CLICK! CLICK!” spelled the death knell to James’ freedom.
Unless James could still speak. Maybe he felt he could outwit my old bodyguard. “Can we make a deal?” he pleaded with Bruce, who was grabbing the final piece of heavy iron —the 4” x ½” rigid metal collar—hinged with the heavy duty lock finishing it off—“CLICK!!!” James felt the thick, constricting collar immediately as his face seemed to begin to turn red.
“BRUCE! Get it off, please? Can’t take this freakin' thing strangling me!”
“Sure, wai 'til I get you gagged. Talk to me James? Tell me what you want? Tell me the truth!” he intoned, reaching over to grab the Rust-Oleum duct tape. James said nothing, his eyes wide, seeing exactly where Bruce was headed. It was not long before Bruce ripped off an end from the roll and began to unwind about four feet of tape, around and around James’ growingly more silent pleas for help. “MMMPPPPHHH! Muuummmpppp! Mmmmffffhhhrrrrgggg….”
James was now chained up completely, with the damn collar choking him, the duct tape gag, preventing his cries for help, and each limb cuffed and chained to each other. It looked like sweet revenge to me. Now if only I could get Bruce to let me go. I watched intently as Bruce took several more locks—all a heavy gold metal Master lock—a matched set you would have to say—and proceeded to shorten each chain considerable, to the point that James was now in a very constricted hogtie—but this time not soft rope but unyielding metal. Clang, clank!” Sweet revenge no matter what happens I thought.
Poor James—in his tight red t-shirt, tight jeans and black Engineer type boots-- is struggling to find a way out, or at a minimum a way to rest. For now he’s struggling like a banshee. At this rate he’s be exhausted in about five minutes, ten the most.
Bruce suddenly is standing in front of me. He leans down to my eye-level and gazes into my eyes for what seems like an Eternity, and finally averts his incredibly sexy eyes to my mouth. He reaches up and catches the end of the last piece of tape James had gagged me with earlier, and pulls this off quickly. My bound lips now fall forward, out of their duct tape constriction. And I say:
‘Water, please!” Bruce leans backwards and says, “I got something even better,” snapping open two beers, holding one to his lips and gulping probably half the bottle in 15 seconds. He reaches over and grabs some of the rope wrapped around me and the chair, pulling me forward, tilting the chair, and gentle places the bottle up to my lips. I gulp it down fast—faster than water perhaps, because I want whatever is going to happen so bad now. And I have no real idea what that might be.
“Holy Batman!” I blurt out after gulping the brew. James pulls my face closed to his using his two powerful hands—those hands that saved my life so many years ago-- and slowly closes his eyes. We are now breathing each other’s air.
“Haaaaaaaaa…” I gulp, as he kisses my beer moistened lips in a passionate embrace. I feel like the gag is back on, but it’s more like something alive. My eyes close—shocked most likely, but strangely enjoy the moment. Time stops. All I hear are James’ chains rattling, with occasional “mmppphhh!” in the background.
Bruce’s right hand runs over the ropes binding my wrists and feels each hand’s fingers and asked me earnestly, any pain, or tingling?” I tell him no, but ask him to undo the rest of James’s devious gag. He quickly removes the tape, unwinding it carefully from my silent mouth with his tender touch. “How’s that buddy? You better now?”
“Thanks Bruce, you saved me again. You are my Guardian Angel that’s for sure.”
“Don’t mention it. After all, you did give me plenty of wonderful blowjobs when we were younger, remember?”
I was blushing fiercely now. (OH, yeah, I forgot to tell you I paid Bruce back in trade. So sue me!).
“Tell me Hiro, where did you meet my friend James?” as he kicked at James’ bound boots, toppling him over onto his side. James looked pissed and he started grumbling.
“Shut up, idiot! Can’t you see you hurt my friend, Hiro? Now you’ve got to pay!"
I did not answer his question as he untied me quickly—almost expertly you might say—now where did he learn how to do that? Is he in the Navy?
“OK Hiro, try standing up now,” he said, grabbing me by the waist round my hips, guiding my now free body over past James to the sofa, where he parachuted me to the soft orange cushions.
“Hey, I was pretty stiff being tied like that. Thanks a million Bruce. I owe you one—you choose the prize, OK?”
“Careful kid, you might be asking more than you can bargain for,” He responded, eyebrows leaping upwards and smile across his mouth as wide as the Grand Canyon.
I changed the subject quickly, saying, “What do we do with James?”
Without missing a beat, Bruce said, “that’s up to you Hiro. You’re the one with the bondage agreement for one year, right?”
It quickly dawned on me that Bruce was right. James could now be my personal slave. Hot dog!
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Hiro's dream of what to do to James
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Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Cowboy » Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:35 pm

LOVED IT!!!!!!! MORE PEASE!!!!!!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sat Jan 19, 2013 11:16 am

Damn! Holy plot twist Batman!

Please continue!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Jack Roper » Sat Jan 19, 2013 8:35 pm

Thanks guys. I felt like this little tale was coming to a natural conclusion. Let me know what you think.

PART VIII
Bruce and Hiro had a great couple of weeks together, making James into their personal slave and workhorse. After all, there were lots of chores around the farm that needed his attention. We made sure to text his parents whenever too much time passes saying how occupied he was, down on the farm. Indeed, James has become a valuable addition to all activities here. See the picture below for what James is best at.
With that we’ll close this little tale of retribution for kidnap. Guess there’s a moral to this story but I’ll be damned if I know!
Bruce and Hiro (James says: “mmmppphhh!”)
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Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Jan 20, 2013 2:54 pm

And here I hoping James would have a boyfriend!

Oh well, excellent story!

Now to get back to Jason and Steven...
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby Cowboy » Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:19 pm

Awesome ending now please continue your talent with a new story. Love your stories :-)

Re: Hiro's excellent adventure (m/m)

Postby tiednw » Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:17 am

Wow, great story! Loved it very much!