## Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by Bondage in Paris » Sun Aug 30, 2015 5:47 am

Dear TUG friends,
As you may have noticed from my profile's name, English is not my mother tongue: apologies in advance for any spelling, syntax or vocabulary mistake.
This is a story I am very much willing to make become true.
I used to be a boy scout and I kept from these times a strong interest in outdoor activities, picnic, hiking, either one-day or overnight.
I always have a backpack ready with my tent, my sleeping bag, and the equipment necessary to leave unexpectedly to one of the many forests that surround Paris whenever I feel like it.
In the story I’m inventing here, I do not go unexpectedly, but I made an appointment with a guy I met on a website. We both like to be tied up, but we agree to switch roles.
On the day and the time agreed, we meet at the train station in the small town where he lives, which happens to be forty-five minutes by train from Paris and surrounded by a huge forest. I’m carrying the equipment for both of us, since he is not a walker or an experienced camper. For his part, he takes care of the food for dinner and breakfast.
We take a coffee in a bar near the train station, just to get to know each other better, and then we set off. It takes only thirty minutes walk to leave the town and to reach the forest. Then you can walk as far as you want until you find the perfect place to play and to camp. In an hour's walk, we are already at the heart of the forest sure not to meet anyone, especially since it is already late and it will be dark in an hour or two. We find the right place, away from any road, away from sight, flat enough to pitch the tent.
Now we can finally start playing.
We decide that it is I who will bind my friend first, to a perfect tree that we had of course spotted when choosing our location. The trunk is straight and the first branches high enough. I push my prisoner gently but firmly against the trunk, stick his arms along his body, in a position that will be more comfortable over time than his hands behind his back.
With a first rope, I make several turns not too tight around one of his wrists, and then I pass the rope behind the trunk, and bring again a few laps around his other wrist. Thus, he cannot move his hands forward.
With a second rope, I first do some laps around one of his biceps, pass the rope behind the trunk, do some other laps around his other bicep, then several laps around both his chest and trunk, effectively pinning the upper part of his arms and body.
I use another rope to tie his ankles, first one to each other then the two of them together to the trunk. And with a fourth, I do the same thing above the knees.
Now my partner is firmly tied up to the tree. As I know he likes it, I seal his lips by with several layers of tape that I pass behind his neck.
Finally, I blindfold him with a bandanna he brought. I know this is his fetish.
It is not difficult to see through his pants that the situation pleases him greatly. Plus, I'm really happy because that's exactly how I want him to tie me up when it's my turn, and he seems to have understood the technique.
While my companion is bound, I install the tent and equipment (mats, sleeping bags, stove, etc.). Which takes me about thirty minutes, including the time to regularly check how he feels. Then I untie him. We had indeed agreed that I would bind him as I would install the tent and that he would bind me while he would prepare dinner.
So, in turn, he ties me up to the tree, faithfully reproducing what I did on him before. The sensation of my wrists restrained first, then my arms, my shoulders, my ankles and then my thighs, feeling stuck to the tree, all this is as exciting as comfortable.
Unlike him, I have no fetish for bandanas but for wool sweaters, and he knows what I like. He therefore takes off the sweater he is wearing, a navy jumper knitted in heavy wool. He flips the sweater, neck down waist up, passes my head through the neck, refolds the lower part over my face, passes the sleeves behind my neck, brings them back in front and ties them in a thick knot over my mouth. My head is now encased in his sweater that is still loaded of his warmth and smell. I cannot see day from night. Even though I am not technically gagged, the pressure of the sleeves knotted over my mouth keeps me quiet (anyway, I am way too happy to complain). And even though this is not exactly breath control, it takes more effort than normal to breathe through the layers of thick wool. And the sounds of the forest reach me muffled by the wool.
To be continued! (We still need to use the sleeping bags...)
Last edited by Bondage in Paris on Thu Sep 10, 2015 11:27 pm, edited 5 times in total.

### Re: Tied up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by Ossassin » Sun Aug 30, 2015 6:23 am

Welcome to the site and excellent first work
It is a pleasure to have you aboard
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

### Re: Tied up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by FelixSH » Sun Aug 30, 2015 6:56 am

Nice one. Your writing style gives the story a sort of dream-like atmosphere - this might have to do with the use of present tense (or maybe it's just me, anyway, I like it). The sweater-as-gag was a nice touch.
Thanks for sharing and welcome to the forum.

### Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M): continued

Post by Bondage in Paris » Sun Aug 30, 2015 8:41 am

After a while, my captor finally comes back to me and unties me. In the meantime, it is already dark. When he removes the sweater in which he had encased my head, I can see and smell that he has arranged a decent dinner. Good news since I'm hungry.
He catches my glimpse and tells me that, before eating, he wants me to undress completely. I answer that it is quite cold to be naked outside, to which he replies not to worry, that he has what I need, showing me his heavy sweater that he’s still holding. I can see where he's going, I take off my own sweater, my shirt, my jeans, and everything else. He hands me his sweater, which I'm only too happy to put on. And to my surprise, I see him grab mine and put it on ("You're right, it's cold!, he says with a grin). We're symmetrically wearing each other's sweater, the only difference being that I'm naked under his.
Then we start dinner. A good hare pâté as a starter, with pickles and, no need to mention, a fresh and crispy baguette, then Toulouse sausages and beans, an excellent selection of cheeses, and a bottle of bordeaux that we drink off the bottle. What do you believe? We may be two French hot fetish and bondage gay guys, but we're also two French!
As I ask what's up for dessert, he gives me a sarcastic grin and asks me to sit against another tree, thiner than the previous one. Then, he ties my wrists behind the trunk. With another coil of rope, he makes several tight loops around the tree and my shoulders, and he blindfolds me with his bandana. After all, I cannot blame him for using his fetish on me.
He then crouches down on my legs and starts feeding me with the dessert that happens to be a delicious fruit salad. He makes me taste one fruit after the other, asking me to guess what it is: pears, peaches, bananas, grapes, oranges, grapefruits, raisins, all of them wet with a dose of rhum and flavoured with cinnamon. Some fruits I guess, some I don't. When I guess, I'm rewarded with a kiss (I remind you that we're French). Eventually, the taste and even more the consistency of the fruits change, become more watery. Finally, it is less and less fruits and more and more kissing. His saliva richly flavoured with the fruits and the rhum and the cinnamon tends to become the main ingredient of this very special dessert. At some point, he gently bends my head backwards, I can feel his face over mine, his lips invite mine to open and he makes me drink a sip of bordeaux of his mouth. I love it although it doesn't make it easy to guess the château or the vintage.
Dinner was almost over. Except that in France, on very special occasions, we indulge ourselves with a digestif. In this case, that is an old calvados. Everyone is familiar with the notion of second-hand items: I'm becoming familiar with that of second-mouth. Not being an amateur of liqueurs, I quite enjoy calvados this way: less strong in alcohol and therefore more tasty. Though don't understand this as a recommendation to share a digestif this way after a formal dinner.
During all this time, I can also feel his fingers play with my nipples through the scratchy wool of his sweater. An exquisite sensation: before you think it's weird, please have a try and tell me after.
To be continued, sleeping bags remain to be used...
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### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by tiednw » Sun Aug 30, 2015 1:59 pm

Nice start! Love to read the rest!

### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by xtc » Mon Aug 31, 2015 5:47 am

" . . . although it doesn't make it easy to guess the château or the vintage." - Love it!
Welcome aboard.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by Lake Lover » Wed Sep 09, 2015 2:12 am

I consider your story a fine introduction to French culture and it is written with just enough of a French influence , if I may say that. Simply wonderful.
From now on, I will feel comfortable using the word 'digestif', which was never a part of my lexicon. So, thank you for improving my vocabulary today!

### Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M): continued

Post by Bondage in Paris » Thu Sep 10, 2015 4:50 pm

Drunk as we both are, it is time to go to bed. Or more precisely to our sleeping bags. My captor unties me. I stretch a little and rub my wrists. Then, please allow me to skip the telling of pre-sleep hygiene. Even though brushing our teeth outside in the night reinforces that feeling of comradeship. When we're both ready, he tells me he is falling asleep and that he doesn't want to sleep tied up. I answer that I'm falling asleep too and that I wouldn't mind sleeping tied up, as long as it is comfortable.
We both undress. I reluctantly take off his sweater in which I felt so good. And he casually takes off mine. I settle in my thick sleeping bag and lie down on my mat. My captor zips the bag up to my chin. Then, he takes a first coil of rope and passes it below the semi-rigid mat before tying it around both the mat and me. He repeats the same process around my knees, my belly and my shoulders. My arms are free inside the sleeping bag, but given the rigidity of the mat around me, I can barely make a move. The mummification is at the same time strict and evilly comfortable.
Then, he starts searching in his bag for clothes for the night. I watch him spread on his mat briefs, socks, an extra pair of jeans and an extra sweater. This of course (you know me) catches my attention. It is another thick woolen sweater, and he notices my glance. "Too bad you're tied up in your sleeping bag, I bet you'd have loved to sleep in this." He grabs it and passes it over my face, caressing me with the soft garment. This is a sweater he has worn several days before, and even though it is technically clean, the wool is impregnated with his body smell, and probably some micrograms of his pheromones.
He notices my excitement even through the thick sleeping bag, not mentioning what my face must be showing. "Oh, I see you really like this. I would hate to deprive you from this innocent pleasure." Again, like earlier, he encloses my head inside the garment, maneuvers the sleeves so that its armpits are under my nostril and ties them with a knot just tight enough so the sweater stays in place and loose enough so I can breathe safely and comfortably.
Now here I am, bound in this tight and comfortable mummification, with ahead of me a full night breathing through the armpits of his thick woollen jumper.
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### Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M): epilogue

Post by Bondage in Paris » Thu Sep 10, 2015 4:57 pm

Now I'm waking up in the morning.
I find myself alone. I'm not tied up in a sleeping bag, I'm not even under a tent. I'm in my Paris apartment, lying on my bed, and alone. Though, my head is not resting on a pillow but on this very same jumper.
It takes me a few secs to recollect my memories from last night. Not from my dream in the forest (these memories I I don't need to recollect, they are well engraved in my brain), but from that dinner at my best friend's place. A dinner at which he treated me with a good hare pâté as a starter, with pickles and, no need to mention, a fresh and crispy baguette, then Toulouse sausages and beans, an excellent selection of cheeses, a bottle of bordeaux that we did not drink off the bottle but off cristal wine glasses, and a fruit salad flavored with cinnamon and soaking in an old rum from the French West Indies.
I also remember that I had purposely come to his place wearing only a light teeshirt, knowing perfectly that it would be cold at night, so that before leaving back home I could ask him to lend me a sweater. A strategy I've used for years, even as a child, to wear my mates' sweaters.
Should I confess that before getting up, I will indulge myself to a thorough olfactory exploration of its armpits?
Au revoir et merci pour votre attention

### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by xtc » Fri Sep 11, 2015 2:56 am

I nice rounding off to your story.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Sep 25, 2015 1:53 pm

Tout simplement merveilleux !
I loved the sleeping bag bondage, as well as the detailed descriptions and light-heartedness of this tale.
Hopefully, we'll be reading more from you.
Encore une fois, un gros merci pour cette histoire.

### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by Bondage in Paris » Sun Oct 04, 2015 2:46 pm

Thank you all for your nice comments.
I promise I'll try to take you through another French take.

### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by xtc » Sun Oct 04, 2015 2:54 pm

When you are ready, I am sure I shall enjoy reading it.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by bondagefreak » Sun Oct 04, 2015 7:19 pm

Same here. I'll be looking forward to reading another one of your tales.

### Horror in Paris

Post by Bondage in Paris » Wed Nov 18, 2015 1:37 pm

Dear all,
This message has nothing to do with bondage. It is simply a message of gratitude to those of you who have written to me after the attacks here in Paris. You cannot imagine how moving it is to know that people around the world feel concerned about what is happening in my country. I know that you Americans have been exposed to even worth 14 years ago, a day I will never forget either.
Last Friday, this was in my close neighborhood, two bars where I used to have a last drink before going back home late after work were among the targets of the attackers. Fortunately, none of my close friends were among the victims. But those of you who have been here will understand what I mean when I write that we are all afraid to lose not only lives but also this very special atmosphere that makes Paris: having a last drink after work or a first coffee and croissant before work (yes, Parisians work , holding whoever's hand you want to hold in the street, sitting at a terrasse even when it is too cold to sit at a terrasse, etc.
I hope you'll come to Paris, so I can take you to my favorite spots, those these bastards want to destroy.
Love to all.
Bruno.

### Re: Horror in Paris

Post by NemesisPrime » Wed Nov 18, 2015 3:34 pm

> Bondage in Paris wrote:Dear all,
> This message has nothing to do with bondage. It is simply a message of gratitude to those of you who have written to me after the attacks here in Paris. You cannot imagine how moving it is to know that people around the world feel concerned about what is happening in my country. I know that you Americans have been exposed to even worth 14 years ago, a day I will never forget either.
> Last Friday, this was in my close neighborhood, two bars where I used to have a last drink before going back home late after work were among the targets of the attackers. Fortunately, none of my close friends were among the victims. But those of you who have been here will understand what I mean when I write that we are all afraid to lose not only lives but also this very special atmosphere that makes Paris: having a last drink after work or a first coffee and croissant before work (yes, Parisians work , holding whoever's hand you want to hold in the street, sitting at a terrasse even when it is too cold to sit at a terrasse, etc.
> I hope you'll come to Paris, so I can take you to my favorite spots, those these bastards want to destroy.
> Love to all.
> Bruno.

I'm glad none of your mates were killed by those who would seek to upset and destroy. I hope your family is okay as well. *hugs*
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: Horror in Paris

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Nov 20, 2015 3:24 pm

> Bondage in Paris wrote:Dear all,
> Last Friday, this was in my close neighborhood, two bars where I used to have a last drink before going back home late after work were among the targets of the attackers. Fortunately, none of my close friends were among the victims. But those of you who have been here will understand what I mean when I write that we are all afraid to lose not only lives but also this very special atmosphere that makes Paris: having a last drink after work or a first coffee and croissant before work (yes, Parisians work , holding whoever's hand you want to hold in the street, sitting at a terrasse even when it is too cold to sit at a terrasse, etc.
> I hope you'll come to Paris, so I can take you to my favorite spots, those these bastards want to destroy.
> Love to all.
> Bruno.

Solidarité, mon ami !
Nous sommes avec toi.

### Re: Tie up games in a forest near Paris (M/M)

Post by tiednw » Sun Nov 22, 2015 7:52 am

Glad you are ok Bruno!