## Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Wed Jul 11, 2012 10:30 am

Hi everyone, I decided to write a new story. This is only the beginning, but I would appreciate some comments. I already know where I'm going with this, I just don't have to time to write it all down now. This is my first story where the main characters are a straight couple (what??? lol). Enjoy!
Setting: Toronto Gay Village, July 2006. Rated PG for some sensuality
“Babe, I think we should park here, it’s only $10 for the whole day,” Manuel said to his girlfriend, Christine, who happened to be driving her parents’ old Ford focus.
“Patience, my friend, if we look around a bit, I’m sure we can find a spot for $6, I know it’s there,” Christine replied nonchalantly. The young couple were at the Church and Wood intersection in downtown Toronto, and the place was swarming with paid parking lots, some requiring a deposit as high as $20. So when Manuel finally found a lot with a $10 full day fee, understandably he became really excited about it.
After a short investigation, Christine grudgingly settled on the $10 parking lot. She parked her parents’ silver BMW in the only shaded spot and paid the attendant using debit.
Christine was only seventeen and her protective parents did not allow her the usage of credit cards. Manuel, her boyfriend, just turned nineteen. He finished his first year at UBC and now transferred to the University of Toronto so he can be closer to his family. Despite the fact that Christine was under eighteen, these young lovers were deeply infatuated. Christine agreed to date Manuel as long as he agreed not to force her into sexual relations, which she was not ready for. Manuel agreed, which somehow made him more “noble”, or respectable, in Christine’s opinion. Even her parents loved him. How could they not? Manuel was a hardworking student, member of the swim team, a former Senior UN Debating member in high school (which is how they initially met), and handsome as the devil himself! Manuel stood at 6’1’’ and seemed to continue growing, had a very slim, muscular swimmer’s build, a long and just slightly angular face, blue eyes and dirty blond hair. Manuel’s mother was Hispanic, which was evident in his eternal golden tan, which only became more pronounced in the summer. Since his eyes were very blue, they looked almost like laser beams against his dark Latino complexion.
Christine was a diminutive 5’3’’, a national-level gymnast, a Junior UN Debater and newspaper editor at her high school. She was also tanned, but not as naturally dark as her boyfriend. Her parents were both French-Canadian, so when she spoke English, she had a slight Francophone accent, which Manuel described as “cutesy”, much to her annoyance. Besides her accent, Manuel was severely in love with her pale, bluish-gray eyes, strawberry blonde hair and long eyelashes. She was extremely fit and well-muscled, yet somehow managed to have an impressively large bosom for her compact body. Once, Manuel suggested that Christine should make out with him while wearing her red gymnastics bodysuit, a suggestion which resulted in a dignified gasp and immediate rejection, which was so amusing Manuel survived the rejection without being bitter. In fact, one of Christine’s most attractive qualities was her (relative) modesty. She was so beautiful and sexy she could look good in almost anything.
Manuel was not nearly as reserved as his girlfriend. Being the member of a swim league since the age of nine, Manuel was used to walking around wearing nothing but a Speedo. He has never been self-conscious about his body, especially seeing how Christine subtly dropped by every other practice only to see him. The site of Christine sitting on the deck, watching him swimming, was such a turn-on that Manuel consciously looked for her in every practice. Christine knew of her boyfriend’s nearly-exhibitionist tendency to flaunt his body, which was the reason she made a special deal with him.
“If you agree to go to Gay Pride with me wearing nothing but your Speedo and sneakers, I promise to pay for your dinner AND spend the night with you.”
Manuel had to think carefully about that one. Gay Pride – thousands of horny gay men mentally undressing him, glaring at his young body to the point of...he preferred not to imagine what. Wearing his Speedo for swimming was one thing, but Gay Pride? What if he would be mistakenly thought of as gay?
“Christine, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said as he held her tightly in his arms. She leaned her head against his (clothed) chest. He loved that; it made him feel so strong and protective.
“Alright, how about this: You’ll be dressed normally on the way downtown; as soon as we get there, we will find a washroom where you can change, and I’ll keep your shorts and t-shirt in my handbag so you can put them on if you feel too uncomfortable; how’s that?”
That sounded much better. “I like that idea. Do I still get to spend the night with you if I break the deal?”
Christine answered: “Yeah, but you have to pay for dinner; for both of us.”
Manuel thought about that for a second. “It’s a deal.” They kissed on the lips.
Christine and Manuel stopped at a Starbucks and Manuel waited until the men’s room became vacant. Christine handed him his blue Lycra Speedo and winked at him. She was wearing her black Spandex gym shorts, red sneakers, white socks and a sleeveless tie-dye shirt that was just a tiny bit too large for her small frame. Somehow, she managed to look so hot in that ridiculous outfit, thought Manuel. He closed the washroom door, stripped completely and slid the Speedo over his legs. He felt the tight, familiar tingling in his nether region. Manuel put his sneakers back on, opened the door and handed his clothes to Christine.
"Nice!!" She said as she touched his shoulder. She's done that so many times, but Manuel always seemed to get excited. Some of the older ladies at the cafe stopped what they were doing as the young couple made walked down and made their way out to the street.
To be continued, I promise! Comments?
Last edited by Canuck33 on Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:29 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Wed Jul 11, 2012 9:18 pm

It was 1:51 pm, and the Parade was just starting up. As always, Pride Day was disgustingly hot and humid, and Manuel was almost thankful he was wearing so little. Christine generally didn’t sweat much, but her tie-dye shirt was starting to get moist and stick to her back.
“Yick,” she croaked as she fixed her shirt.
“Why don’t you just take it off? You’re wearing a bra, right?” Asked Manuel; Christine did not grace his question with a response.
Manuel and Christine managed to find a spot at the front, where the floats were clearly visible. While Christine seemed to be enjoying herself, Manuel was getting bored quickly. He also wasn’t too eager to wait for the gay nudists to arrive. Moreover, hands kept feeling him up, brushing so close to his delicate parts it could not have been accidental. At one point, a flamboyantly-dressed old man spanked his butt.
“Ou! You bastard!!!” Manuel yelled at him, but the man giggled and left too quickly for any retaliation. Christine screamed an obscenity at him, and noticed her boyfriend’s genuine discomfort.
“Man, do you wanna go somewhere else? She asked. Manuel groaned assertively.
The couple made their way through the crowd and headed to Just Desserts, where Christine ordered a pink lemonade and Manuel got a coke. Walking into Just Desserts while wearing a Speedo was so awkward that Christine let her boyfriend put on his shorts in order not to draw so much attention. The clientele were mostly either gay men or older women, and Manuel didn’t seek attention from either group.
Christine checked her watch. It was 2:48 pm.
“Do you wanna go somewhere? I’m bored,” she said to her boyfriend, pouting her lips.
“Like where?”
“I dunno, we’re in the very heart of Toronto...how about we go check out Seduction? It’s a sex store on Yonge Street.”
Manuel’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. “Sure, why not?” Christine and Manuel split the bill and left. As soon as they escaped the crowd, Manuel unbuttoned his shorts and handed them to Christine, who packed them back in her bag. Once again, he was strutting in his blue Speedo. “Manny, you look really hot,” Christine said quietly and abruptly. Manuel turned around and smiled at her. “Thank you baby, you look amazing, even in tie-dye. Of course, we all know you’d look even better without it!” Christine smacked him on the chest.
“Perv! Okay, there’s seduction! Woo!” Christine yelped, but her joyful expression turned to fear when the store attendant greeted her.
“Hello, welcome to Seduction, can I see your ID?” asked the male attendant. He was a very handsome, young blonde man, very effeminate and probably gay.
“Um...sure, but I can tell you right away, I’m 17...” she said.
“That’s what I thought, honey. I’m sorry, this is a sex shop, no minors allowed,” he said with a disappointed smile which must’ve taken him months to develop to perfection.
“Can my boyfriend go in? He’s 19, there he is,” Christine pointed to Manuel, who greeted the man by shaking his hand. “What’s up? I’m Manuel.”
“Oooh! James, pleasure to meet you Manuel,” James replied seductively. The way he was staring at Christine’s boyfriend confirmed her assumptions. He was queer as a three-dollar bill.
“Um, I’m actually not interested in buying anything, I don’t have enough money. Also, I don’t really need any toys,” mumbled Manuel.
James laughed heartily. “Oh well; but hey, there’s a Stunt Show starting at 3:00, if you’re interested, it’s a $5 admission but I think it’s worth it. Here,” James handed each a pamphlet.
The “stunt” artist was actually a British escapologist named Colin Coxwell. There was a picture of him on the front cover. He was a pale man with longish wavy brown hair, blue eyes and stubble. He looked like a very sporty thirty-something year old. His upper body was clad in a white canvas straightjacket, and he was smiling eagerly at the camera. The event was advertised as ‘appropriate to the general audience, but parents of young children are strongly caution as the show contains frightening moments’.
“So this guy is a Houdini type?” Manuel asked James, “he does, like, escapes from milk cans and such?”
James nodded, “something like that. Some people say he’s the best. Hey, you should go now, it’s just about to start. There’s no weird sex or anything like that, so you should be okay,” he laughed.
Manuel felt himself getting excited. Christine wasn’t aware yet, but he had a serious liking for restraints. Ever since his friend Alfred tied him up (you can read all about it here: viewtopic.php?f=37&t=14683) Manuel has been reading about the practice of bondage. Naturally, he still has not discussed it with his girlfriend. He was totally clueless to the fact that Christine was also getting excited by the pamphlet!
“Hmm, that looks interesting,” Christine commented, forcibly attempting to hide her excitement. “I think we should go, whatchathink?”
Manuel smiled, “of course, as long as you’re paying, babe.”
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by VictimNumber1 » Sun Jul 15, 2012 4:46 am

Really good story, shame no one else has replied yet. Please post more, love your character descriptions, they're so detailed.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:47 pm

Thank you VictimNumber1, yeah why didn't anybody else comment? Oh well, I hope this is going to change. I shall include the continuation tomorrow. Colin Coxwell is about to get seriously tied up.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by mikeybound » Mon Jul 16, 2012 6:37 pm

A straight couple from you? What is this madness?! Still a good one

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:03 am

Christine paid the entry fee for both and found two chairs. The space appeared to be a gymnasium with a small stage at the very front. The audience was quite small, and it consisted mostly of nerdy-looking teenage boys and a few older men who were either gay or escapology enthusiasts (or...both?) There were only three or four other girls besides Christine, and they seemed as nerdy as the boys who sat with them.
The show starts as soon as Christine and Manuel sit. Two loud amplifiers crank out a tune by Guns n Roses, which Manuel recognizes as “Pretty Tied Up.” The lyrics describe a girl who likes to be suspended upside down and abused. Two women in black leather pants and white sleeveless shirts start setting up. One of the women is black, and she is also wearing a cop hat, while the other is blonde. Then, Colin jumps onstage, grabs the microphone and starts singing the song surprisingly well!
Colin’s face looked similar to the picture in the pamphlet, but instead of the white straightjacket, he was wearing a black leather jacket, zipped all the way to his neck, black leather boots, and to top it all, a shiny black leather brief! His legs were bare.
“Oh my, that’s a sexy escape artist,” laughed Christine. “Well, he obviously knows who to appeal to,” replied Manuel. He was referring to the gay community, despite Colin Coxwell’s claim that the show was “clean”.
When Colin finished the song, people stood up and applauded, some boys screaming his name. “I guess he’s pretty popular, have you heard of him?” Christine asked Manuel.
“No, I haven’t...” he squinted as Colin was getting ready for his first trick: The handcuff escape.
Colin pulled a pair of black metal handcuffs, walked down to the audience and began passing among the audience. “These are high-security handcuffs I got from an old police officer friend, they’re quite heavy and unrigged,” he announced loudly. “But don’t take my word for it, I want you all to have a look for a few seconds and then pass them to the person beside you.” The handcuffs went around, the nerdy boys and girls inspecting the handcuffs closely, making sure they were not rigged in any way. Then the bearded, bespectacled man sitting beside Manuel passed him the handcuffs. Christine and Manuel inspected them together.
“They look so real...” Christine exclaimed.
“I know, that only means this guy knows his stuff.”
When the handcuffs returned to the stage, Colin handed them to the blonde woman. “This is Gilda, everyone. She’s my friend and colleague, not my girlfriend, although she loves being my dominatrix.” Laughter from the crowd. “That’s Shania,” he nodded towards the black woman, who nodded to the audience authoritatively. She didn’t seem quite as dominant as Gilda. “Alright, did anybody find any flaws, any rigs whatsoever in the handcuffs?” Colin asked the audience and waited a few moments for a response. When none came, he proceeded. “Good! Then we shall begin. Gilda is going to handcuff me using these heavy-duty cuffs, and I’m going to try to escape in under...two minutes? Does that seem fair?” Gilda nodded in approval. “By the way, these handcuffs are pretty old, so the opening key doesn’t always work. In fact, I don’t even know when the key is...” Colin trailed off and caused a few people to laugh again. “And to make matters harder, Gilda is going to cover my face, so I can’t see a thing.” Gilda wrapped a thick bandana over Colin’s eyes, tying it tightly enough it won’t come off, and then added a black Lycra hood which covered his face completely.
Manuel gulped when Colin was hooded. He remembered being hooded similarly when Coach Stanley brought him over and let his son, Alfred, restrain him as he pleased. It was an effective looking hood, with no holes, thought Manuel. Gilda inspected the handcuffs one last time and left Colin to his escape. Colin was struggling, squirming, twisting his arms to either side in an attempt to find the “loose spot”. “Damn, I lost it,” he croaked audibly at one point. Eventually the audience heard the sound of clanging metal, and the handcuffs felt to the floor after 1 minute 46 seconds. Everybody cheered.
Colin removed the Lycra hood, untied the bandana from his eyes and looked around the stage until he found a unicycle and four clubs. “Oh God, give me a break,” groaned Manuel. Even the audience laughed ridiculously. Unashamed, Colin balanced himself on the unicycle (it took him a few seconds), grabbed the clubs with both hands, and eventually started throwing them in the air and keeping rhythm. He lifted his feet off the floor and rode across the stage, three times back and forth, while juggling. Manuel could not help but applaud, although the trick seemed far too carnival-like for his taste. Yet it was worth sitting it for the next intense escape.
“Does anybody know what a rubber straightjacket look like?” Asked Colin, and despite the snickers, he remained very calm as he held the device. “Personally I prefer leather, but I realized there’s a number of kink lovers here who appreciate something a little different.”
“Woooo!” One of the girls screamed. She was wearing shiny purple spandex pants.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about! Anyways, Gilda and Shania are both going to help me into this straightjacket.” Colin crossed his arms and let Gilda slide them inside the straightjacket. It was tight around the chest and armpits, which would make escape much more difficult. Once the arms were secured together, Colin turned around, allowing the audience a view of the straightjacket’s six back straps which were all wrapped tightly to secure the captive. The straightjacket came with a waist-belt, which was severely tightened, and there were two additional pelvic straps that Gilda wrapped around his leather brief. Finally, the arms were strapped even more tightly together, and Shania started the clock. The straightjacket looked pretty inescapable, and arousing, at least to Manuel. He started imagining himself in the straightjacket, although he assumed he would never be able to escape it without assistance. Colin, on the other hand, managed to escape in slightly less than two minutes. Again, the audience applauded.
The next ten minutes were so boring and irrelevant to Manuel, he would’ve stood up and left if wasn’t for Christine. Colin was having an “Artist Workshop”, in which he brought up common tricks for beginner magicians. “I guess it’s informative for those young nerds in the back,” Manuel whispered to Christine. “But seriously, do kids even like animal balloons anymore?” Colin was explaining to everyone where to purchase special balloons that they can twist into animal shapes. The easiest animal was dog, of which he made several, but they got progressively neater as he continued: He showed how to make mice, horses, even an alligator! “That’s so neat!” exclaimed Christine in her usual squeaky, cutesy tone.
“Sure, when you’re like eight years old, maybe,” groaned Manuel. He was cheered, however, when Colin called a teenage boy onstage who claimed to be a budding magician. “What’s your name, man?” Asked Colin, “Lam,” the boy replied. “Alright Lam, now that I showed you how to make an animal, do you wanna try it?”
Lam looked a little hesitant, but Colin quickly added, “No need to get nervous, it’s not like I’m going to tie you up if you fail!” Everybody laughed, including Lam. Despite his efforts, the balloon kept slipping in Lam’s hands, and eventually it exploded. Manuel stifled a laugh.
“Good try, Lam. Take my word for it, the art of animal balloon-making doesn’t come to you overnight,” said Colin reassuringly. Next, he brought a pair of handcuffs, cheap, aluminum ones, restrained the boy and asked him to try and escape without help. After a struggle that took about four minutes, Lam managed to escape the relatively lightweight handcuffs and there was minor applause.
“Not bad, mate, of course, it’s different when you have to escape while you’re blindfolded, hooded and have your legs padlocked,” everybody laughed, even Lam.
“All right Lam, good job mate. Best of luck with your future magic show!” Lam shook Colin’s hands and sat down. “and now to our next trick!”
“I’d like two brave volunteers!"
TO BE CONTINUED....
Last edited by Canuck33 on Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:35 pm, edited 3 times in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by VictimNumber1 » Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:25 am

Keep going, I'm really looking forward to the next part. Oh and just do you know, I think you accidentally changed lam to Sam at one point. But good story and keep goIng
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:15 am

VictimNumber1, thank you for pointing that out, I just made the correction. It was actually "Lam", which I believe is a Vietnamese name. I'm working on the 4th part right now, so if you're online in an hour or two it should be there.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:37 am

Christine’s immediately shot in the air. Manuel tried to discourage her, but to no avail. She was like a schoolgirl eager to answer a question only she knew the answer to.
“Chrissy, I don’t really think I feel comfortable going up there,” Manuel whispered in her ear, but she just shushed him.
“Well then, a boy and a girl!” Shouted Colin enthusiastically, “come on up onstage.”
“Yes!” Shouted Christine back as she tugged Manuel’s arm; ‘get up!’ she nudged at him.
Manuel sighed. He was pretty embarrassed, despite it being Pride, he was the only person wearing a Speedo. Everyone was glaring at him as he followed Christine to the stage. He distinctly heard a man’s voice yelling “daaamn!” and noticed Colin winking at Christine, as if saying ‘hey girl, nice catch’.
“Thank you! Everyone, give our volunteers a warm welcome!” Colin signaled to the audience to applaud Christine and Manuel. When the noise quieted down, Colin shook hands with both and then smiled at Christine.
“Darling, what’s your name?”
“I’m Christine,” she said, smiling back.
“And who is this fine young...swimmer you brought? Could that be your boyfriend?”
“Yes, he’s my boyfriend, Manuel,” she smiled even more widely. Manuel tentatively shook hands with Colin.
“Well, Manuel and Christine; let me tell you, you’re a beautiful couple. Let’s get straight to business. Has either one of you ever been tied up?”
Christine looked directly at Manuel, who blushed. “I was tied up once, last year, by another boy in my swim league,” he said hesitatingly. Colin smiled widely.
“What about you, Christine?”
Christine had to think for a few moments. “I don’t remember actually being tied up, not the way Manuel got himself tied, but I tied up my friends a few times,” she nodded.
“You never tied up your boyfriend, Christine?” He asked, and got an immediate laugh. “He looks like he would be fun to tie up, don’t tell me you never thought about it...”
She looked at Manuel, and then replied: “Not yet, I don’t think he likes to be tied up.”
“How would you two feel about tying me up?” was the next question, and again, the audience burst into a cheer.
“Sure,” both of them nodded.
“Well then, let the final act begin: Tied up by members from the audience!”
Colin unlaced his leather boots and slid them off. He was barefoot. He unzipped his leather jacket, revealing his chest. He was pretty muscular and only slightly hairy. Slowly, he took the jacket off and passed it to Gilda. He remained in his leather briefs only. Manuel noticed just how tight they were. Colin appeared more much exposed, without his boots and jacket on.
“I’ll keep the briefs on!” Colin assured everyone, possibly relieving a few audience members. “I bought them at Priape, if anybody’s interested. They fit quite nice,” he added as an aside. Gilda gave Manuel a heavy-looking black leather blindfold, and showed him how to strap it on.
“You want me to?” He asked and waved to Colin. She nodded. Manuel complied, wrapped the blindfold around Colin’s eyes, and adjusted the straps to tighten the blindfold.
“Good, now Colin can’t see how you’re going to do to him,” said Gilda, and passed Christine a contract.
“What’s this??” she asked, a little puzzled.
“Let me answer that, darling,” Colin said, still blindfolded, “I hereby give you permission to tie me up using the available restraints,” he paused, “and in addition, if I fail to escape my restraints within TEN MINUTES, I will hand myself over to you, and become your captive for twenty-four hours,” he swallowed, letting the message sink in. “If your restraints are so successful I cannot escape within the allotted ten minutes, I will forfeit my freedom to you too, if you decide to sign the contract.”
The audience erupted with the sound of questioning murmurs. Some people looked unsettled. Christine and Manuel looked at each other, and then looked at Gilda and Shania, who merely smiled, waiting for them to ask an enquiring question.
“Just read the contract, I’m sure it will answer your questions,” assured Gilda. They both read over the text. Colin basically summarized the contract for them. Moreover, the contract assured that since Colin willingly gave himself up as a slave, if he accidentally got injured or even suffocated to death as a result of being restrainted, his captors would not be held accountable. However, he mentioned that if he yells out the safeword, which is ‘help!’ (Pretty simple), his captors are required to release him in time. Therefore, the captor should not be gagged. Christine and Manuel read it over several times until they concluded it was a fair contract, and that deep inside, they always wanted to own a bondage slave!
Shania was holding Colin’s hands behind his back to prevent him from taking off his blindfold. “Gilda, honey, what’s happening?”
“They just signed it!” She said.
“WOOOOO!” A handful of men in leather cheered at the back, clearly excited over the image of Colin’s bondage enslavement.
“Alright CALM DOWN everyone, I haven’t even been tied up yet, and I could escape, you know,” blurted Colin, a little out of character.
Christine signed her name, walked towards Colin, and said softly, “no, you won’t”.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Last edited by Canuck33 on Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:32 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:42 pm

As soon as Manuel signed and the arrangements were made, Manuel and Christine were each given a very long, strong rope and one commanding word by Shania: “Begin!” Christine began by keeping Colin’s hands before his backside (he was extremely co-operative) while tying the rope around his hands. Gilda was telling her how to make her knots more effective, and encouraged her to apply as much rope as possible before tying it all off. “Trust us, we’re bondage experts,” she smiled at Christine. Meanwhile, Manuel was tying Colin’s legs, wrapping it around his shins several times before Shania told him to loop the ends around his hands, so every time he trying to move his legs, the rope around his wrists tightened a bit more. Manuel nearly lost his balance, so Gilda had to hold him to keep him standing still!
Christine had plenty of rope left, which she used around his arms and elbows behind his back. Colin let out a whimper of discomfort as his upper arms were pinned back tightly.
“Should I keep going?” asked Christine.
“Yes! Don’t stop now, girl, I could easily get out of this in under a minute,” he answered. She then trussed rope around his torso, at least five rounds below his chest – right underneath the solar plexus and over his stomach, as to allow for the tightest restraint possible without affecting his breathing, told her Gilda. She tied Colin underneath the arms, and then wrapped the rope again over his arms so they were firmly bound to his body. “And now, to my favourite part,” Gilda winked at Christine.
“What’s...that?” asked Manuel, assessing Colin. He already looked pretty helpless, but knowing he was an escape artist, he could probably find ways to escape this rope harness.
Gilda instructed Christine to move the rope underneath his midsection and over to the other side, much like the pelvic strap of the rubber straightjacket.
“This is called a crotch rope,” she said with glee, “look how it’s going to drive him nuts.”
“Girls, go easy down there,” pleaded Colin.
“Shut up, slave, we’re not even halfway done,” replied Gilda. The audience was amused; despite how slowly Colin was being trussed up, almost everyone stayed put for the experience.
Manuel noticed Colin’s leather briefs were furiously tenting when Christine pulled the rope around his pelvic bone, and then tied the same rope around his wrists, so every time he tried to move his hands, the crotch rope tightened itself.
“He’s going to arouse himself the more friction he creates,” said Gilda gleefully.
Colin was made to stand inside a red silk sack. Manuel was ordered to grab the sack while Christine held him down, and together they put him entirely inside. Since Colin was already blindfolded, he had little idea of what just happened until the sack was closed over his head, shutting him inside. Manuel knotted the top of the sack and then added a short, thin rope underneath the knot to secure it, which he wrapped around in as many tight knots as its length would allow.
“Hey guys, it seems that I’ve been tied in a sack,” observed Colin thoughtfully, “Alright, what’s next?”
“Shut up, slave, we’re not done tying you up,” gnarled Gilda.
MORE rope was tied around the sack, beginning at the feet, then his shins, ankles, thighs and waist, every time tightening the sack contour a little more. Christine finished off the rope around his lower stomach, but then wrapped another rope around his torso at least six times, pressing it strictly on each round. When she finished, Gilda handed her a leather collar, and told Christine to strap it around Colin’s neck as tightly as possible.
“Christine, you don’t have to collar me, please,” moaned Colin, but Christine didn’t listen. She placed the collar over the neck and tightened the strap until there was minimal slack. The red silk sack clung tightly to the victim’s head, the contour of his nose now evident. Gilda checked Colin to ensure he was okay. It must’ve been getting really hard to breathe, with the silk sack tied tightly over his face, the rope trussed six times around his torso and the collar almost choking him.
“Are you okay?” She asked
“I’m fine,” gasped Colin, although talking was becoming an effort.
“Good. Can you enlighten the audience and explain to us about the bump between where your legs are?”
“Um,” Colin groaned uneasily, twisting inside his sack, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Could that be an erection? A big one???” asked Gilda, sending the audience to respond with a roaring laugh. Colin twisted a little more. Although it was impossible to tell with certainty, Gilda’s guess made sense. “Alright, I shouldn’t have worn my extra-tight triple cock ring for the show,” Colin finally admitted, as Gilda grabbed the bulge, Christine holding Colin in tight embrace so he could not resist as Gilda squeezed and molested him. The bulge seems to get harder while making Colin whimper softly. She told Manuel to hold the captive still while she readied the final contraption. “We’re almost done, honey!” Was all Gilda said; she helped Manuel pick up the captive again, and to his surprise, they place him inside another contraption.
“Rubber sack, guys,” said Gilda, “Once we seal Colin inside, he will have ten minutes to escape. And if you don’t...then remember, Manuel and Christine get to kidnap you while you’re still tied up!” Colin resists and protests the whole time while Manuel puts him the rubber sack, even Manuel is unsure whether it’s scripted or not, but Christine allows him to continue. “He’s just doing it for show, to make himself look more helpless,” she said smiling. Manuel smiles back, wraps the rubber sack over the escapist, who’s already tightly bagged in the red silk sack. “He’s not going in!” Complains Manuel, “his head won’t fit!”
“Push it in,” instructs Christine. Manuel takes hold of Colin’s head, forces him to bend while closing the rubber sack over his head, then immediately closes the opening and ties it with the final rope. As soon as Colin is completely sealed in, like a worm in the Chrysalis stage, Gilda shouts “let the escape begin!” And a giant stopwatch starts ticking in the backstage.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” announces Gilda, “observe that Colin is genuinely tied, bagged, collared, inside this rubber sack, wearing nothing but his leather briefs. He has no way of escaping other than breaking through in under ten minutes. Will he come out free, or not?” The audience claps again as the song “Staying Alive” blast through the speakers. What an appropriate choice.
Colin loses his balance within a few seconds and topples over. It is impossible to tell his upper body from his lower. His movements are initially stiff, short, almost non-existent. Considering how tightly he was bound and the complete lack of any loose knots, it was impossible for him to move anything easily. He could be heard grunting heavily. Christine was smiling throughout. At one point she looked at Manuel, staring at him in his blue Speedo, and turned away. Manuel considered whether she was imagining him in that situation, and immediately started blushing.
Five minutes later, Colin’s bound motions were getting more frantic, his gasps for air a little more pronounced, but still he was not even close to freeing himself. Right now, the song “On The Loose” by Loverboy was playing, another interesting choice, thought Manuel.
In the next few minutes, Shania had to stop Colin several times from falling over the stage. Most of the initial audience members were still watching, thrilled. For many, this was the highlight of the show. There was only one minute left, and although Colin was moving around more aggressively, the rope sealing the rubber sack was not loosening at all. The song “It’s A Sin” was playing through the final few minutes, with its final chords directly matching the final few seconds of the escape. As the song ended, the stopwatch buzzed, announcing that time is up. Colin officially failed to escape in time. Without missing a beat, Gilda announced that Colin was officially in the custody of Christine and Manuel, and asked the Speedo-clad volunteer to drag his captive off the stage he’s still struggling to escape. Christine was handed a large, ominous looking whip, which she implied would be of great use later on. She thanked the audience for coming, received a few standing ovations for a show well done, and let the curtains fall over the stage. Meanwhile, Shania was getting their van ready while the rest were deciding what they were going to do with the man who was now sitting totally helpless at their feet. Really, what should we do with him?
To be continued...any comments so far?
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by mikeybound » Thu Jul 19, 2012 9:30 am

Like it so far.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by VictimNumber1 » Fri Jul 20, 2012 4:16 am

It just keeps getting better and better
Keep going, I'm really looking forward to the next part
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Jack Roper » Fri Jul 20, 2012 1:08 pm

Yes canuck 33, excellent story so far...and based on your link I read Manuel's first story with Albert the weird 13 year-old. I can't believe no one commented on that one, which was also very well written.
You have the writer's touch for sure!

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Fri Jul 20, 2012 5:54 pm

Thank you everybody. Jack, I don’t know anything about that, but thanks for the warm compliment! Here’s the sixth (!) part. Wow I can’t believe I’ve gotten this far.
Colin was a little heavy, so Gilda required both Manuel and Shania to help her carry him, still bagged, into their red van which was parked right outside the pavilion exit door. Christine was relieved of that task, being the smallest. She gripped her whip tightly, ready to use it on Colin.
“Are you even allowed to park there?” She asked Shania, the driver.
“We got a special permit, pumpkin,” she replied with an overly sensual wink. Christine started worrying about who Shania was more likely to molest: Colin, Manuel, or Her.
Colin was dumped unceremoniously on the van floor without making a sound. Shania took the passenger’s seat and instructed everyone to sit.
“Alright you little biotches! tighten your seatbelts and let’s get outta here! Manuel and Chrissy, you should sit at the back so you can hold hands like the little jailbait lovers you are.”
“Hey!” Snapped Christine, “no need to be rude, and besides, I didn’t give you permission to call me Chrissy.”
“Yeah sissy, whatever you say.”
“Now where’s your car, sweetie?” asked Gilda as they arrived at their parking lot.
“It’s the space on the far left,” Christine pointed towards the gray Ford focus. Shania parked a few spots away from the Ford, double-checked that the attendant wasn’t looking, and opened the van back doors. Colin was now rolling around frantically, moaning, trying to get out.
“Stop!” screamed Shania, but Colin seemed to ignore her. He was still twisting around; Shania looked at the attendant’s booth nervously.
“Should I use my whip?” asked Christine with glee. Without waiting for an answer, she turned around to face Colin and whipped him repeatedly, and hard.
“Oooouuuu!” yelled Colin from the pain. It was loud enough to look very suspicious: A man completely bound in a rubber sack being whipped by a girl in the back of a van. There was only one possible explanation: Gay Pride Week – anything is possible.
“Girls, calm down, did you already forget that we have a legally bound contract?” asked Gilda. Christine looked taken aback, and stopped smacking the captive man.
“Yeah,” added Manuel, “that means we can do whatever we want to Colin, and even if that attendant catches us, if he even cares, there’s nothing he can do.”
“That’s right,” said Shania, “did you hear that, bitch?” Now she was yelling at Colin. “Sheesh; Christine, help me check on him.”
The rubber sack was untied and pulled down to his shoulders, revealing a mummified, collared captive breathing heavily into the satiny red bundle. The ropes around his body appeared to have loosened considerably, but not enough to warrant release.
“Hmm, nice try,” said Shania teasingly, “you almost met my expectations.” She grabbed the collar around his neck.
“Ahhh let go!”
“Shut up, I’m not going to hurt you!” She whined as she removed the collar. “See? Isn’t that much better?” She then untied the top of the sack and let itself uncover Colin’s face, and removed the blindfold. He breathed heavily.
“How was that?” asked Shania.
“Not too bad,” said Colin matter-of-factly, despite being extremely sweaty. “Are you going to untie me anytime soon?”
“No, I had something else in mind,” said Shania as she revealed a bright-red ball gag.
“Wait! I said there will be gagging, we had a contract,” Colin pleaded pathetically.
“Yes, but you were just misbehavin’, and I don’t do contracts with naughty boys,” she snapped the ball gag tightly, silencing his groans significantly. “Looks good,” she shrugged to herself.
“Um, Shania, what are we going to do with him now?” asked Christine curiously.
“Good question. Have you ever whipped anyone?”
Before Christine could formulate a response out of her mumbling, Shania blindfolded Colin, pulled the red silk sack over his face, tied it off tightly, tightened the rope that Colin managed to loosen while struggling, and pulled the collar around his neck once again. She tightened the strap until she held a slight gulp.
“There, a nice tight choking collar,” snarled Shania, “except now instead of hearing your stupid talk, I get you moaning deliciously instead.” She attached a very short leash to the collar, and gave it to Christine!
“There, take it,” she insisted, “and tie it to the hook that’s right behind the front passenger’s seat. Christine located the hook and tied the leash as instructed. The rubber sack was stripped off, revealing the tightly-restrained, strangled mummified victim. Colin could only move a few inches before the leash pulled him back into place rather violently.
“Ten spanks,” whispered Gilda in her ear, “and make them count.”
Christine smacked Colin’s backside accordingly, resulting in a few loud groans, but none of the pleading whimpers for mercy she had expected. When this was done, the collar was removed again, the ropes around the sack loosened until they could be removed, taking about five minutes of combined effort, and then sack itself opened and removed. Colin was ungagged and his leather blindfold removed once more. The rope harness was so loose it could have been removed within seconds.
“That was really intense,” he said, shaken but surprisingly energetic. “Thank you so much for doing this, guys. I don’t admit this to anyone, but I have a serious fetish for S&M.
“Noooo, really...” mocked Manuel.
“The escape shows are an easy way to make money, what people don’t realize is how exhilarating it feels to be restrained in this fashion. The best part is not being able to escape. By the way, you did a really good job. I barely managed to get my hands free this entire time.”
“Oh, Shania helped me,” said Christine humbly, “I doubt I could tie you that well myself. Now get in my car!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
To avoid any form of suspicion, Colin drove in the back seat untied. Manuel half-suggested that Colin should be tied in the trunk and possibly bagged again, but considering the ride was 40 minutes, Colin and Christine objected to the idea. Colin was already sweating profusely from his recent bondage and disciplinarian whipping.
“I bet those leather briefs get really itchy,” joked Manuel.
“Shut up,” murmured Colin bitterly.
“Careful...we might gag you again.”
“Oh yeah, about that, it was borderline. I’m going to let it slide, but next time you won’t be so lucky when I call my lawyers!”
“Right, Colin,” shouted Shania from behind. She just packed all the restraints inside the rubber sack and sealed it off with the rope. Christine noticed the red silk sack, two long coils of rope, a variety of leather blindfolds, hoods, the red ball gag, a paddle, a whip, the leather jacket and boots, and several leather items that they couldn’t even identify.
“This is for you, honey,” Shania packed a small, black leather bra and matching black leather pants, “in case you feel like getting more into character. You could be a natural dominatrix, you know?”
“Thanks...” mumbled Christine and smiled at Manuel, “I think I have someone a willing volunteer.” She did not notice the blushing in his face, as well as an obviously resulting malfunction in his already revealing wardrobe.
“Yes! You, honey, look perfect as you are now,” Shania referred to the tight blue Speedo and sneakers he was wearing, “but if you’re interested, here’s a sleeveless shirt, leather short-shorts, and of course...” she pulled out an spandex item with two holes, “a super-villain bondage hood. These are the eye holes, there is no mouth, oh my I bet you’d look sexy in it!” Beamed Shania, “anyways, promise to take care of my merchandise ya’ll, got it?”
“Got it!” yelled Christine and Manuel in unison. Colin obediently sat in the back seat, while Christine and Manuel took the front. Manuel gave his girlfriend a firm, long kiss on the lips before they started moving and then looked at Colin for a reaction.
“Hey buddy, you’ll have to get used to this kind of teasing in the next 24 hours. Never mind, seeing that you’re a masochist, you probably enjoy being cock-blocked.”
“I’m pretty weird,” nodded Colin. “Do you know what you’re going to do to me?”
“We’re going to decide later. Now shut up.”
Christine parents were not to arrive until much later, yet the large house was in disarray. She decided the house could use a major clean-up, but didn’t feel like being a servant, especially when she had one seating in the back, and a bag full of bondage and discipline instruments to ensure he follows directions.
“Colin, have you ever been a housewife?” She asked mockingly.
“Um, I clean up after my fiancée, if she’s too busy to do it herself,” he answers, “let me guess,”
“No guessing,” she interrupted. She looked at the living room. “I want you to remove all the dirty dishes from the coffee table, wash them, organize all those shoes in the closet,” there were at least 60 of them, “clean up the sofas, wipe this crap off all the surfaces, wipe anything that looks like dirt. And then vacuum the whole floor.”
“Alright,” nodded Colin, as if that was a trivial request, “anything else?”
“Yeah, just clean the damn place, and I then mop the kitchen floor, it’s pretty dirty. The mop is beside the fridge.” She added. “Manuel and I will be making out in backyard (Manuel smiled when she said that), but we’ll check on you every few minutes. If you haven’t done enough work, I will smack your butt with the paddle.”
“Yes, ma’am,” nodded Colin again, and then added, “aren’t you going to tie me up?”
“Good point, Colin! You’re such a good slave!” She said with a friendly spank. Wow, I so wanna be a dominatrix, she thought. “Manuel, open the bag.”
Manuel opened the rubber bag and found the rope. Colin instructed him on the best way to tie his feet to his hands while allowing enough motion to move around and do the chores.
“You sly bastard, you’re just going to get out of this when you feel like it,” Christine remarked.
“Not if he ties me really well.”
Manuel finished tying off Colin, checked all the ropes, tightened them until he was satisfied, and then Christine gave him the spandex hood with the eye openings.
“Put it on him!” she said cheerfully. Colin stood still when Manuel pulled the hood over his face. It truly did look amazing on him:
http://www.zentaiway.com/shiny-metallic ... p-534.html
“Now do your work!” snapped Christine.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Colin, his voice a bit muffled but discernible through the hood.
Christine and Manuel stepped outside to the backyard, eyeing their slave the entire time for any misdemeanours. “You know, baby,” began Christine, “I know Colin is a professional...escape artist, and he’s into this stuff, but I was thinking, it would be fun to tie YOU up too, don’t you think?” Christine forced Manuel’s head down so he could kiss her, and wrapped her tongue into his mouth. She gave him a slight tug, making him gasp loudly. “So?” She asked.
“Uhhh...” Manuel looked down at himself, “sorry...I need to go get changed.”
Christine sighed. She definitely did not need an answer.
To be continued....
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Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by VictimNumber1 » Sun Jul 22, 2012 4:48 am

I don't know why more people aren't commenting. Great story, don't stop now.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Mon Jul 23, 2012 8:26 pm

VictimNumber1, thank you for continuing to read my story. Why don't more people comment? Could be that my signature homoeroticism isn't everyone's cup of tea hahaha. But I do appreciate your attention. I will continue writing the next part in a few days, after I receive a bit more inspiration and hopefully more views as well.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Mummyboi » Mon Jul 23, 2012 8:48 pm

Canuck
I am sorry I have'nt commented sooner but this is an awesome story soo far . I hope Colin and Christine introduce Manuel to the tightness of the ropes and place him in the sack too. Maybe even making a Deal with Christine the Manuel be his bondage slave for the rest of the week.....

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:35 pm

Hey mummyboi, no worries, it's better later than never! I'm writing a continuation right now, I'll have something ready really soon. I like your idea about Manuel being Christine's slave, I actually considered it while I wrote the previous installments. Well, stay tuned!
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:51 pm

“Can I borrow some of your dad’s clothes?” asked Manuel. “Absolutely not!” Snapped Christine with vivacity that startled him, “how do I not know you’re going to mess those up too?”
“I can’t just walk around naked...” protested Manuel. “Does your brother have anything I could wear?”
“You’re seriously considering wearing my brother’s clothes?” scoffed Christine. Her 16 year old brother, Mike, was openly gay and very flamboyant, around Manuel’s height but 40 pounds thinner. “Well, his shirts are too tight for HIM, so obviously that’s not an option. I’ll get you something else. Wait here.”
While Christine went upstairs to look through her brother’s wardrobe, Manuel remembered she packed his shorts and t-shirt in her purse. He ravaged through it, and realized they’re not there anymore! Where could she take them? They weren’t dirty, so he didn’t think they would be in the laundry. She wouldn’t do laundry for him, anyways.
“Christine?” He yelled.
“Just a second!” She screeched back. “I just found it!” She came back down and proudly displayed the chosen garment for her beau – a pair of shiny white ballet shorts for boys. Mike was a dancer, Manuel knew that. He never assumed he’d be made to wear his clothes.
“Where are my actual clothes?” He asked somewhat accusingly. “I want my shirt and shorts back.”
“You’re not getting them,” was all she replied.
“Come on, don’t play around, Christine,” he sounded irritated now. Before he knew it, Colin grabbed him from behind! Manuel gasped, and later was embarrassed by his total lack of preparation to the assault.
“Do what she says, Pretty Boy,” growled Colin. He was still wearing his leather briefs, and right now Manuel truly wished he wore something else on top of them. His hands were un-cuffed. Of course, he managed to escape. “Put those shorts on.”
“I brought a jockstrap too, because I know you’re pretty big so you gotta...anyways, it’s clean, put it on,” Christine threw the items at Manuel unceremoniously.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just run away now, and tell everybody what a freak you really are,” Manuel said to his girlfriend through gnashed teeth.
Christine chuckled; “because I could just as well tell all your friends about your dirty obsession with Japanese bondage hentai!”
Manuel froze. “HOW did you know?”
Christine shrugged, “because your cousin told me. Now get changed, you gimp!”
“Okay, don’t look, you pervs!” Manuel screamed at both Christine and Colin, thankfully they turned around and allowed him to take off his Speedo without their eyes glaring. He put on the jockstrap, which was of course, very tight, and the ballet shorts on top. They offered a lot more coverage than the Speedo, stretching down almost to his knee, but the Lycra-like material was so fine and sheer white it didn’t hide much. Even with the tight jockstrap on, his outline was still visible.
“Okay, you can turn around now,” said Manuel, and Colin grabbed him to prevent an escape.
“Oh my god, Manuel, you look so cute!” His girlfriend squeaked, “Colin, doesn’t he look adorable in my brother’s shorts?”
“Well, he’s not really my type,” grumbled Colin, “after all, he’s not a woman...”
“Do not rationlize with me, mister!!!” Christine suddenly raised her voice, frighteningly so for such a small, innocent looking girl. “Manuel, we’re about to show you good times! And unlike Colin, I doubt you’ll be so quick to escape!”
Colin pinned Manuel with his arms while Christine took the rope and tied it around her boyfriend’s hands. She tried to remember how she tied Colin earlier, since she somewhat forgot how she managed to knot it so tightly.
“Remember to leave some slack around the wrists, but then make lots of loops, and make them tight,” Colin guided her as she finished his wrists. She decided her boyfriend would look best in a tight hogtie. She told Manuel to lie down on the carpet, which he did. Although she did not mention it, the whip and the various paddles were readily available, and Manuel didn’t want Christine to use them.
“Christine, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” asked Manuel. He did not intend to sound teasing, but somehow the question came out as such.
“Of course I know! What sort of a stupid question is that?!” She snapped. “You know what, I’m going to have to gag you so I don’t hear any more stupid questions from you, baby.”
“What??? No, no, please, I promise I’ll be quiet...” pleaded Manuel, but it was no use. Colin strapped the red ball gag on Manuel’s mouth, silencing him into a series of pathetic moans. “Thanks Colin,” said Christine, “now I just need to get some duct tape.”
Christine came back with duct tape from her father’s workshop and reinforced the ball gag with several straps around Colin’s mouth and chin. She continued tying his elbows, pinning them together, tightening the rope around his torso. Christine was careful not to tie ropes so tightly they may cut circulation, since she intended to keep Manuel like that for a long time. When she was finally satisfied, she told Manuel to wiggle and try to escape.
“Mmm, pfff!” Manuel groaned as he rolled around the floor and tried to release himself, but his attempts were completely futile. Satisfied with herself, Christine forced Manuel’s legs against his elbows and completed the hogtie. Manuel looked uncomfortable, and somewhat annoyed (evident by his grumpy moaning sounds), but he also seemed to have a bulge growing in his white ballet shorts.
“Manuel, I know you’re enjoying yourself,” teased Christine. She took off her tie-dye shirt, revealing a black cotton bra, came closer and squeezed her breasts against his face.
“Hmmmm!!!” Manuel would’ve screamed if his mouth wasn’t so tightly gagged. He wanted to do so many things with Christine (or more accurately put, to Christine) right now, but he could only lie there tied-up and suffer as she was turning him into her unfortunate slave.
Colin sat beside her, smiling. His smile irritated Manuel more than anything else.
“You don’t want to tease him too much, not if you want him to have another...you know what,” suggested Colin.
“You’re right, we should leave him alone,” said Christine and put her shirt back on. “I think we need to up the ante a bit..."
Christine grabbed the red silk sack and inspected it closely. It was very smooth and delicate, and definitely large enough to put her boyfriend inside and allow him some room for wriggling. “Let’s bag him,” she said to Colin. “I thought you’d never suggest that!” He smirked.
“Hmmpp! Nnnnnnnn!!” Manuel almost managed to form the word “no” through his gag. He was very militant about not being put in the sack. But of course, he knew Christine had different plans.
“Lift him up for me,” Christine instructed Colin. Although Manuel was quite tall and muscular, Colin was even heavier and very powerful. He helped Christine slid her boyfriend into the silk sack and closed it over his head. Instead of tying it off, she wrapped duct tape around the opening, using about four rounds to properly seal the opening. He was deiniftely not getting out of the sack.
“Lllll Gggggg!” Manuel’s protests, which sounded weakly like “let me go!”, were clearly audible.
“Poor boy! What are you going to do to him next?” inquired Colin.
“First of all, you better keep cleaning up, this place is still a pigsty!” said Christine.
“Yes ma’am,” Colin answered and returned to his chores. He still looked at her curiously.
“Alright, give me the leash,” Colin did so. Christine tied the leash around the sack opening, further securing it and giving her control over Manuel’s motions. With enough force, she could lead him wherever she wanted. Even with his continuous resistance, Manuel had little to no freedom of movement.
"This is what you get for not being able to control yourself," Christine said to the wiggling sack. "Now, you'll have to wait until Colin all the work. And then, we're going to put in the trunk of my car, and take you for a ride."
TO BE CONTINUED
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Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by random » Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:21 pm

Canuck this is a really good story! I have been following ever since you started it. Sorry about not posting earlier as I was in a rush. Keep going even if no-one comments. You do amazing work and you can be assured that I will always be reading it and eagerly awaiting the next installment.
Random.
Life is too short to have regrets.
I may have a strong opinion at times but I respect yours and hope you do the same.
Check out my first story http://tieupgames.net/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=15159 Comments and suggestions welcome!

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Mummyboi » Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:31 am

Awesome continuation ... Absolutely love Manuel in the silk bag . The rubber one is waiting for him too I bet Can't wait for the next chapter ... Hope she takes him to a pride leather bar in sack ... Hehehe

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by VictimNumber1 » Thu Jul 26, 2012 4:27 am

Good continuation Canuck, hope this story doesn't end any time soon
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Sat Jul 28, 2012 8:18 am

Alright, Jack Roper, VictimNumber1, Mummyboi, random and mikeybound, here’s the eighth installment of Tied on Pride! Thank you for your comments so far, I hope you enjoy!
“Hmmpfff! Mmmpppttt!” Manuel kept twisting and turni as he felt himself being thrown inside a small, hard space, which he knew was the trunk of Christine’s Ford Focus.
“Shut up! Whether you like it or not, I’m taking you for a ride. It will only be ten minutes, tops, but I’ll driving fast so hold on.” She checked the silk sack in which Manuel was bound, retightened it, and placed the rubber bag with all the restraints beside him. She closed the trunk lid. Colin sat in the passenger’s seat, wearing his leather boots, briefs and jacket, the Lycra hood rolled in his jacket for later use.
“Dude,” started Christine, “you didn’t bring any pants, did you?”
Colin shrugged, “nope, why?”
“Um...doesn’t matter. We’re going to my dad’s old shop.”
Christine’s father owned a small property on Chaplin Street. It was an old Victorian house which he used to store artwork, but now hardly ever visited due to his constraining work schedule. Christine was allowed regular access. The house had an attached garage, so they did not have to worry about nosy neighbours.
“Can you help me carry my boyfriend?” She asked Colin. “Sure,” he replied.
They opened the trunk and grabbed the red silk sack which was still bound tightly. Christine grabbed the top knot while Colin grabbed Manuel from his legs. He was surprisingly still now, probably as a result of tiring himself out with all the struggling.
The storage house had a living room, like any other ordinary house, except it was sparsely furnished, discounting the dozens of portraits piled up on every corner. There were two Victorian-looking couches, a coffee table, and several long hooks dangling from the ceiling. They were used for suspending chandeliers, but Christine anticipated they could be used for suspending live objects, such as her boyfriend. The ceilings were nearly twelve feet tall, which would ensure Manuel would be suspended well in the air. There were several ladders in the house which would enable even a petite girl like Christine to complete the task.
“Colin, do you think we could hang him from here?” Christine pointed to the largest hook.
Colin inspected it and nodded, “how long do you intend to keep him there?”
“As long as it takes,” she said. “We have a pulley system in this house, you know.”
“You mean, you can raise and lower these things?”
Christine nodded.
“Oh my!” Colin’s face brightened, which made Christine beam in response. She knew he would be interested now. “Show me how they work.”
Christine showed the levers, which were attached to chains in the ceiling and could lower the hook until they were about six feet off the floor.
“This is wicked!” Colin had the excitement of someone much younger that just discovered how to get free ice cream. “You can totally turn this living room into an S&M dungeon...”
“And I’m sure you’d just love it,” Christine cut off sharply, “right?”
Colin looked slightly alarmed, “well...yes.”
Christine sighed. “For that, I will punish you as soon as we’re done with Manuel.” But Colin didn’t seem to mind that punishment.
Colin made a knot in a coil of rope and attached it to the hook. He wrapped about five rounds of rope around it, and when he was satisfied it will not break, he attached the other end to the silk sack. “Hmmmm!” Manuel moaned in alarm, but Colin completely ignored his yelping. He reinforced the rope with several knotted rounds and nodded to Christine, who gradually turned the level raising the hook towards the ceiling. Only now, the hook was carrying Manuel tied up in a silk sack. Manuel was generally not afraid of heights, but being tied, gagged and unable to see, he was squirming around helplessly. Christine told Colin she was worried he might break through and fall.
“I’ve tried something like that before, and nothing happened,” Colin reassured her, then he looked at the captive Manuel and said loudly: “Manuel, you are being suspended from a twelve-foot ceiling. Being a professional escape artist, I can guarantee that the sack is made of very strong, reinforced rayon material that will not break under your weight, and I doubled-checked the rope to ensure it can support you. However, I still recommend you don’t move around so much, because accidents do happen. Besides, if you’re not a good slave, Christine is going to punish you later, and we don’t want that, do we?”
Manuel stopped moving altogether. “Thank you,” Christine said to Colin and continued raising the sack until it hung high from the ceiling. Christine and Colin went into one of the rooms, which had a huge mattress, carried it together and placed it right underneath the captive, so just in case he fell, the mattress would cushion the fall.
“Colin, you can’t go out to dinner like THAT,” Christine said to him and pointed to his leather briefs and his pale, bare legs.
“Yes, mistress,” he bowed his head. “Do you have any ideas?”
“How about I go grab dinner for everyone, while you stay here all tied up?”
“I think...that is a fair option,” he replied again, getting excited.
“Take off your jacket and your boots,” said Christine. Colin took off his garment and remained in his leather briefs again. They were sweaty and the front was bulging visibly. Christine noticed but ignored it. She hogtied him, similarly to the way they tied Manuel, but much more tightly, since Colin was more likely to escape. She also added a tight crotch rope, so every time Colin tried to move his hands, it dug into his groin and his butt crack and made him wince.
“You like that?” asked Christine.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good.” She took the ball-gag and strapped it over his mouth. “Then I don’t need to hear you anymore.” Colin was effectively silenced. Christine wrapped the blindfold over his eyes, helped him stand up and put him inside the rubber sack. She closed it all the way over his head and tied it with a rope as tightly as she could, then tied the other end to one of the ceiling hooks.
“Understand something, Colin, I’m not an expert on knots, but I’m going to suspend you anyways, so you’re gonna have to trust me,” Christine said emptily. Colin didn’t move an inch as Christine pulled the lever, pulling the chain connected to the hook as high as it will go. Manuel and Colin were now hanging side by side, tightly cocooned in silk and rubber sacks. Christine smiled widely at her work.
“I’m going to order some food now, I don’t know when I’ll be back, but try to get some rest, both of you,” she said to the captives. It wasn’t as if she expected a response.
Christine returned twenty-five minutes later with some cheap Chinese takeout. She checked her captives, and was glad to know they were tied in their sacks and hanging from the ceiling. Manuel has suffered in his restraints longer, so Christine lowered him first, undid the knots and opened the sack. “Manuel, it’s me Christine,” she said softly, “you can come out now.”
Manuel’s face was red and sweaty, but otherwise looked fine. Christine undid his gag and hugged him tightly. “How do you feel, babe?”
Manuel carefully calculated his answer. “Well, babe, I was a little scared at first, and I wanted to get out. It was getting hard to breathe inside this thing,” he indicated the smooth silk sack. “But eventually it got...kinda hot, in a really kinky way. And the suspension was really cool.” Christine noticed he was bulging erect in her brother’s shiny white shorts.
“Were you hard this whole time???”
Manuel went red again, and this time from embarrassment. “Yes, why?”
Christine loosened the hogtie and let Manuel untangle himself, and then lowered the other hook containing the rubber sack.
“Is that Colin inside?” asked Manuel. “Yes,” winked Christine.
“You had us both suspended side by side??”
She nodded.
Manuel started to grab his bulge, but then stopped when he realized Christine was frowning. “My God, I should’ve realized how kinky you are. Wait until you see how I tied him up.”
Manuel helped Christine undo the rubber sack and pulled it down. Inside laid Colin, in a very tight hogtie, ropes digging deep into his tight leather briefs, and on top of everything, a blindfold and ball-gag strapped over his face.
“Holy cow,” muttered Manuel, “can you tie me up like that?” asked Colin.
“Maybe later,” answered Christine. “I brought your clothes,” she opened her handbag and gave him his shirt, shorts and shoes. And his clean Speedo.
The threesome enjoyed a dinner of eggrolls, sweet-and-sour duck and sesame balls for dessert. When they finished, Christine showed them the artwork around the house and discussed it with them. She made a pot of tea, and they sat together for what seemed like thirty minutes, but was in fact five hours. It was nearly midnight when Christine decided to call it a night. There were several sofas and only one mattress in the house. However, Christine decided to make special arrangements regarding how her slaves were going to spend the night.
To Be Continued
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by VictimNumber1 » Sun Jul 29, 2012 4:39 am

Glad to see you back, good story as always. I just noticed this was set in 2006, any reason for that? Anyway good post and way to leave us wanting more.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:04 am

> VictimNumber1 wrote:Glad to see you back, good story as always. I just noticed this was set in 2006, any reason for that? Anyway good post and way to leave us wanting more.

Yeah, 2006 was the first year I saw Pride and it was also the year I realized I was queer, so it holds a special significance. I also just realized that watching people get tied up is not only fun, but I wanted to start trying some of that crazy stuff myself.
I think I will add the FINAL installment whenever I have a few hours to myself. Keep checking, because it could be very soon.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Tue Aug 28, 2012 9:56 pm

Alright, here's the ninth installment. Sorry, but Manuel and Christine's bondage night with Colin ended with a MAJOR disappointment. Christine's father is quite conservative, and since Christine is still 17 (and assumed to be completely innocent), she decided not to taint her image by having Colin tied up at her feet. Besides, while she was getting tired of this “game”, Manuel seemed to really enjoy Colin’s...bondage education. So this is a summary of what happened:
Christine told the boys to get back in the car and asked Colin where he would be getting off.
“Subway station, I’m assuming?” Manuel answered for him.
“Not yet; I was wondering if you could take me to Toronto beach...”
“Toronto beach?” remarked Manuel. “At this hour?!” it was already dark, but then he concluded that Colin was definitely the type of crazy to enjoy late-night lake swims.
“Yeah! I love going to the beach at night,” Colin smiled at him. “It helps me relax. Usually I go alone, actually.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” asked Christine. “Oh wait, that doesn’t hold you back.”
Colin chuckled. “Yeah, but Manny is welcome to come. Would you like to join me?”
“Really?” Manuel seemed surprised at the suggestion. Christine encouraged him; “I think you should go, dolphin boy,” she said. His nickname was “dolphin boy” because of his impressive aquatic stamina. “Just don’t play that game where you swim as far from the shore as possible and whoever stops first is the ‘chicken’”, she warned.
“Of course not, you really think I’m that crazy,” mumbled Manuel. Before long, Christine left them at a very quiet corner in Toronto beach.
“Have fun, you boys,” she waved to Manuel. She gave them several subway tokens for their return trip. Manuel leaned in and kissed his girlfriend square on the lips.
She looked at him, slightly unimpressed. “That was nice of you. I need to go back, dad will probably get worried otherwise,” she said.
“Good night!” They shouted in unison as she drove off.
Colin was still wearing his stage outfit – the black leather boots, leather jacket and leather brief. Luckily, they were the only people, other than an elderly couple, who were actually at the beach. Therefore, Colin’s unusual kinky outfit was not too bothersome.
“Do you wanna go for a swim?” he asked Manuel, who became excited.
“Yes!” He answered, and began to undress. He took off his sneakers and t-shirt and unzipped his shorts, revealing his tight blue lycra Speedo underneath. Likewise, Colin removed his boots and jacket. Manuel inspected the black leather brief Colin was wearing.
“You’re going to swim in that???” asked Colin incredulously.
“Yeah...I happen to love the feel of wet leather,” responded Colin, completely unashamed. Manuel shrugged. The lake was slightly wavy, the water cool but comfortable. Colin was getting sweaty from wearing his jacket, so spritzing in the water was quite pleasant. Manuel decided to swim around a few short laps before Colin started splashing him.
“Hey, stop it!” Manuel ordered weakly. Colin smiled, but complied. “Seriously, Colin, you should not be splashing me. After all, I could still punish you, according to your own stupid contract!”
Colin coughed knowingly. “Actually, my friend, I think you need to take a look at it.”
“Why is that?” Manuel inquired.
“Just read it with me.”
Colin led Manuel back to their pile of belonging, opened his bag, found a small lantern he usually carrying with him turned it on and showed Manuel the contract. Manuel sped read through the contract and gasped. Colin’s name has been crossed over in black pen, and replaced with his name! And the handwriting happened to be Christine's! To make matters weirder, she even re-signed her name at the bottom and added a short comment, in which she “relieved her control” of Colin, and in turn gave him control over her boyfriend, allowing him to do to Manuel anything he wanted!
“Now wait a minute, we can talk this over,” Manuel began.
“Keep your hands behind your back so I can tie them more easily,” responded Colin.
“Arrggh!” Manuel ran into Colin and wrestled him onto the sand. The men battled each other, Manuel getting some decent holds, but since Colin was larger, stronger and probably a more experienced wrestler, he managed to overpower Manuel.
“Now are you going to do as I command?” He asked breathily. Manuel looked around, and as if Colin read his thoughts, he said: “What are you going to do, run away? Good luck finding your way back. You don’t have any change, sucker,” Colin grimaced. “I can do this the easy or hard way, but either way I’m going to tie you up.”
To Be Continued...
Part 10 is the grand finale! I promise!
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Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by VictimNumber1 » Wed Aug 29, 2012 4:10 am

Wow, interesting turn of events
Glad to see you back with this series Canuck, continue at your own pace.
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by Canuck33 » Wed Aug 29, 2012 10:03 pm

Here’s the tenth and final installment. VictimNumber1, if you like this series, you might want to check out "The Escapist", it's a story I wrote last year using the same character: viewtopic.php?f=37&t=11760
Colin managed to overpower Manuel, who was now huffing and puffing, trying to regain his breath after their unsuccessful wrestling fight. He could try to run, but he was afraid maybe Colin was faster, as well as stronger. He decided to just stand still and let Colin have his fun. Besides, he was getting strangely excited about being tied up by an escapologist.
“Today, you’re going to learn how to escape from a Japanese shibari harness, Manuel,” announced Colin like an elderly wise man. “You might want to watch what I’m doing.”
“Shi-buri? Is that what you said?”
“Mm-hmm, shibari,” nodded Colin as he stretched out the length of rope, “it’s a rope harness traditionally used to bind prisoners of wars, to prevent them from running away,” he explained, “similar to the harness I was tied in earlier, but with a few...modifications. Like I said, watch and learn.”
Manuel was compliant as Colin pulled his hands behind his back and started by binding them together, making a few knots (which Manuel9 thought were excessive) and moved on to his lower arms. They were bound below the elbow, then over the elbow. He made a loop and pulled it over his neck, making him wince. “Don’t worry, Manuel, I don’t intend on strangling you at all,” said Colin. To prove his point, he left considerable slack and then tied a knot to keep the loop in place. He now pulled the two ends on opposite sides of his body, behind his back and then meeting them together around his mid-torso. He did this a total of five times, each round making a loop with two knots before pulling the ropes in opposite direction again.
“Wow, this is intricate,” commented Manuel.
“Could you please not talk while I’m working?” asked Colin, annoyed.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry won’t cut it,” snarled Colin and pulled the red ball gag from inside his bondage bag. Manuel looked at it in horror. “No, not that again, please don’t gag me!” He shouted.
“Quiet, slave!” Colin commanded. He pulled Manuel’s lips apart, stuck the rubbery gag inside his mouth and locked the straps in places behind his head.
“There, that’s much better,” remarked Colin despite his victim’s muffled protests. He finished tying off the rope around his Speedo, which was the only article of clothing Manuel wore. He made a crotch rope, pulled it between Manuel’s legs and over his lower backside, where he tied it off, giving Manuel a painful wedgie. Colin gave him a downward glance.
“Are you ready to go camping? Because your tent is all pitched,” Colin laughed.
“Mmmm!!!” Manuel growled. He was very angry about being humiliated by this clown, so much that he refused to admit that despite the ridiculousness of his situation, he was truly enjoying himself, even more than seeing Colin tied up during the show.
Colin brought the metal leg cuffs and locked Manuel’s feet together. He made some adjustments that shortened the leg cuff chain, keeping it just long enough that Manuel could stand comfortably with his legs shoulder-width apart. He could still walk (slowly), hobble, crawl, but not run.
“Hmmm!” Manuel moaned loudly.
“What’s that?” Asked Colin mockingly, “are you thirsty?”
“Nnnnnnn!” Manuel answered in the negative. Colin sighed. “Alright, I’m quite curious to find out what’s on your mind, so I’ll take that thing off for a few seconds,” he said reassuringly as he untied the ball-gag.
Manuel swallowed his spit before talking. “Are you done?” he asked.
Colin looked at his work, “very, very close, why?”
“I’m assuming now you’re going to show me some escapology tricks.” He looked at Colin, who didn’t say anything.
“Right?”
Colin smiled menacingly. “Manuel, you still don’t understand how I roll! I’m a ‘do it yourself’ kinda person. I was never shown how to do any of my escapes. It was a trial and error, until eventually I could free myself every time under a set time limit.”
Manuel listened and nodded, “but what if you didn’t?”
Colin sighed, “I swallowed my pride and prayed someone would come help me.” That was not exactly the answer Manuel was looking for. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Manny, it’s okay if you don’t manage to escape tonight.”
Sweat poured down Manuel’s forehead. “Are you just going to leave me here?”
Colin nodded, “I’m afraid so.” Manuel looked at him, his blue eyes shining in the white lantern light, full of fear. “I’m scared,” he finally admitted.
“Escapologists often get scared before their big moment,” Colin comforted him. Seeing how Manuel began shivering, Colin hugged him. He tightened his grip, but as felt Manuel's erection poking through his speedo, he stopped.
“Bye, Colin,” Manuel said, oblivious to his bone, as Colin began packing his stuff. ''Bye? I'm not done with you yet, boy.''
''What do you mean?'' Asked Manuel. ''Oh right, you're going to ballgag me...''
“and cover your face,'' Colin whispered. He pulled an item Manuel hasn’t seen yet – a shiny black cloth sack with drawstrings. Manuel gasped.
''Why?'' He cracked.
''Come on, escaping would be way too easy if I let you see what you're doing.” he smiled. Manuel started begging, “please don’t put that thing on my face,” but was silenced when Colin strapped the ball-gag in his mouth again. He opened the cloth sack, held it up while Manuel bobbed his head, trying to avoid having his head wrapped in it.
Manuel kept watching bemusedly and whispered, “where do you think you're going?” as he spread the cloth sack over poor Manuel’s head, pulled it down to his shoulders and tied the drawstrings. He turned off the lantern, leaving Manuel in complete darkness.
“Mmmmm!”
“Mmmmgggg!”
Manuel didn’t know how long Colin sat there on the sand, watching him uselessly attempting to escape, or whether he already left. He could not see or talk. The cloth sack stuck to his nostrils as he breathed heavily. Thankfully, it was easy to breathe through the fabric. It was surprisingly soft and silky, almost enjoyable to wear.
“Okay, buddy,” Colin coughed, “I’ve been watching you for the last five minutes, and it doesn’t seem like you’re going anywhere. I admit though, you look kinda cute tied and covered up like that,” Colin laughed while Manuel groaned noisily. “By the way, I forgot to mention that this is a ‘cruising beach’, so...” Colin waited for his words to take place. Finally, Manuel started moaning and struggling fearfully in his bonds, but Colin continued. “I don’t know when they’ll get here, but they will, be patient.” He shrugged. “Anyways, I gotta get ready for my show tomorrow, if you ever get out of this, let me know how it went,” he chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. “Good night, Manuel,” and with that, he took Manuel’s clothes, home keys and cellphone and walked off the beach, leaving Manuel to contemplate his fate, which was yet to come.
To Be Continued!
Comments?
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Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

### Re: Tied On Pride (FF/mm)

Post by VictimNumber1 » Thu Aug 30, 2012 4:23 am

Great ending to a great story. I'll Definately check out that other story too
I just know they're going to tie me up tonight,
They're bound to.