I guess I've always been comfortable with bondage. You kinda have to with a dad like mine. Wait, that sounds weird. Let me explain. My dad and his buddies tend to horse around with each other. They're all cops, they have a kind of... different way of doing things. That is to say... they tie each other up. So, since I can remember, it was never a surprising sight to see one of my dad's big burly cop buddies tied up and gagged in our living room or in the guest bedroom. Occasionally, it was my dad tied up, and whoever he had over would order or make dinner for us while he struggled. They were all really good sports about their tie up games, and they never minded me showing up when they were tied in the living room. (The guest room stayed off limits, although as I got older I could guess what went on in there).
I guess that might've been why I developed such a huge kink for tied up guys, muscles bulging as they struggled against their bonds. It was around me all the time, and these guys acted like it was no big deal. They'd ruffle my hair and say how big a man I was getting, rope burns still red on their arms. But even more than that was seeing Hank tied up in the living room during dinner, my father teasing him about not being able to defend himself.
Hank had been a part of my life for years, seeing as he was my dad's partner on the force, and was almost like a father to me himself. He was younger than my dad, being fresh out of the police academy, and he lived with us since he really didn't have enough money for his own apartment in this city and since it had been harder for my dad to support our house since Mom left, Hank moved in. And more often than not, Hank and my dad would begin competing with each other, and it would end with Hank (occasionally my dad, but generally Hank) tied up and gagged. When I was little, my dad had let me participate, sometimes tickling his prisoners or even having me punch them with my little weak fists. As I got older, sometimes my dad had me tie up his buddies while he went and got some of his socks for a gag or something. One glorious time, he even taught me how to tie a guy up in a bunch of different ways, letting me use Hank as my practice dummy.
But I always craved something more. And I don't really remember when I got started, but I looked up pictures of tied up men on the Internet, which developed into a whole big thing, looking for stories and fan fiction, watching videos, and that led to my big crush on... him.
Jace.
Okay, first of all, I'm not an Internet stalker, really. I found a video Jace posted on YouTube years ago, on a channel dedicated to his escape artist attempts. And thirteen-year-old me was enchanted by his good looks, nice voice, charming wit, and of course, his commitment to bondage. For a few months, he had a new video every week where he'd tie himself up, sometimes to a chair, sometimes to his bed, sometimes on the floor, and he'd always gag himself first, using several strips of tape to completely sheathe his lower face in shiny silver that he would mmmph into while he struggled.
Then his channel got taken down. It was a dark time for me.
Until I found him again on a different site, where he stayed till this day, and his videos became less about the "escape" and more about the being tied up. More often than not, he would give up really struggling and just whimper and groan into his gag, flexing his muscles. So, needless to say, my crush on Jace endured over the years.
My dad and Hank knew about my particular... interest, and they were surprisingly supportive of me. Dad said it must run in the family, and Hank let me know that I could tie him up whenever I got the itch and he wasn't busy. They're great. And even though it was a little embarrassing having my dad and Hank know about my fetish, at least I never had to hide it from them. I mean, apart from my crush on Jace. I didn't want them to think I was looking at porn or anything. I mean, they were relaxed, but still!
So, on this particular summer day, I was waiting for visitors. My dad and Hank were assigned a big case, and apparently it wouldn't be safe to go out for a while, so I was told that I'd be staying at one of my dad's buddies cabin up in the mountains, where Hank would babysit me. I wasn't indignant about it or anything. Dad trusted me, and if I was seventeen and he still thought I should stay in, I figured there was a good reason.
But the catch was, one of Dad and Hank's cop buddies, Ryan (big guy, macho, always got tied up by my dad when he came by) was bringing his son over. Apparently they were all hoping we'd become friends, since neither of us really had a bunch of them.
In the meantime, my dad and I were tying up Hank.
Hank
Matt winked at me from over his son's shoulder as he brought out the ball gag. In a lot of ways, it had been very fortuitous that Joe had inherited his father's enjoyment of bound men - it allowed us to bring out a lot more of the toys we had accumulated over the years. He was a great kid, and so welcoming. Matt and I hadn't told him yet, but over the years (and over lots of tie-ups,) Matt and I had fallen for each other and begun dating. We were hoping to tell him soon, but I felt like a creep for not having let him know a long time ago that I felt that way about his dad.
But, life got in the way, like life tends to do. Now it would just be me, Joey, and Ryan's kid Paul in a cabin up in the mountains for however long it took for this case to blow over. Maybe I could gauge how Joey might feel about Matt and me.
In the meantime however, I gave Joey a pleading look. "Come on, man, don't let your dad do that to me! I'm wearing my police shirt, and I'll drool on it!"
Joey grinned, and turned to his dad. "He's kinda right. Last time that happened, he had to go to the station like that."
"Well, it should teach him to get better at fighting me off, huh?" Matt said. Great, he wasn't in a merciful mood today.
"I got an idea!" Joey smirked, and then quickly unbuttoned my police shirt, pushing it over my shoulders, exposing my sleeveless undershirt, straining against my broad chest. I sighed as Matt licked his lips. I swear, the two of them had practically the same mind. "All good."
"Nice work, son." Matt grinned, before moving the ball gag up to my face.
I started with a sarcastic, "Yeah, nice wor-mmmmmmph." before I was summarily gagged.
I wriggled around on the floor, hogtied, while Matt and Joey sat on the couch and watched TV, occasionally sparing me a glance to see that I hadn't escaped. One time, I thought I was about to get a hand free, when Matt noticed and quickly redid the bondage, trapping me even tighter so that I couldn't even wriggle, setting me on my front. My chest was pulled a bit into the air from how strict the tie was. Matt let his hand linger on my ass for longer than necessary, giving me an affectionate squeeze.
"So, what's Ryan's kid like? Paul, right?" Joey asked suddenly. I guess he was curious.
I mmphed a little bit like I was answering, and both Joey and Matt grinned at me.
Of course, it also gave Matt some time to consider his answer.
See, we had an ulterior motive for bringing Paul and Joey together. Ryan had recently gotten home and caught Paul tying himself up and filming it, sending it out over the Internet. The kid had gagged himself and everything, and although it seemed like he hadn't filmed it, he had also gotten hold of a cheap vibrator to tease himself with. Instead of confronting him and possibly traumatizing the kid through humiliation, he decided to send him over to us, where we hoped that his desire to be tied up and played with might mesh well with Joey's desire to tie up and play with someone. That's what I was there for (you know, besides keeping the kids safe). Should things not pan out, I'd find a reason to tie Paul up and sic Joey on him.
I groaned as the doorbell rang.
Paul
"Hurry up, kiddo!" my dad called. I growled, shoving my stuff into my bag. I didn't want find out whether or not my dad would go through my stuff while I'm away.
He doesn't know certain things about me. Things I do when I'm by myself. Uh... I'm kind of a YouTube performer. Well, not YouTube anymore. And more... modeling. Okay, I filmed myself being tied up and struggling. And I'm not stupid, okay? I never used my real name or anything, and never anything that anyone might recognize besides my face.
I'm not a freak or anything! Just... I've always been curious about being tied up. Ever since my dad gave me his old detective novels with those... the Hardy Boys? They were always getting tied up and gagged, and I wanted that too.
So... I did it myself. I started with duct tape, tying my ankles and using my chin to roll the tape around my hands. I'd always gag myself first. I liked the way I sounded when I couldn't make words. And then I found out during one video that I really liked this stuff in a different, more mature way.
What I wanted, more than anything, was to be tied up by someone else, someone who would not only keep me prisoner, but play with me, too. That's why I bought the vibrator and used it on myself while I was tied up. I never filmed those sessions, but I could pretend that someone had walked in while I tied myself up and took advantage of me.
The most recent time I had done this, I hadn't realized my dad had gotten home earlier than I'd expected. I'd used the vibrator on myself, and I'd struggled pretty loudly, I thought, but luckily my dad hadn't noticed. I felt a little bit bad about hiding from him, but I didn't want him to think I was weird. That would be too much.
This summer, I felt like I'd finally get some extra time to make some tie-up videos, but wouldn't you know it, my dad had other plans. Apparently, he and the rest of the cops in our stupid town were working some big case, and they wanted to send me and some other cop's kid to my dad's cabin in the woods. I didn't need a stupid babysitter.
At least there were locks on the doors up there. I shoved my tie-up gear (a pair of heavy-duty rigid handcuffs, some rope, my vibrator, some clothespins I had been using as nipple clamps - they hurt like hell, but in a way I liked - and two pairs of dirty socks from the hamper.
"You're gonna have a good time up there, son." my dad said happily. I eyed him warily.
"Yeah, sure."
"Just give it a try. I think you and Joe will hit it off."
I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Whatever, Dad."
Joe
"Joey, go and help Paul with the luggage!" my dad called as Ryan clapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey, kid. Nice to see ya. Hope you have a great time up there."
I glanced at him. "Aren't we fleeing some criminal?"
He gave me a cryptic wink. "Ain't no reason you can't have fun."
I shrugged and sidled past him to go meet the famous Paul. I hoped he wasn't like other boys my age. Most of them sucked.
I walked into the driveway, and caught a glimpse of some muscly arms hefting a suitcase in front of his face.
"Hey, I can help you with that." I said politely, seeing him totter.
He set down the case and my jaw dropped. This couldn't be. This couldn't be happening, oh my god.
"You're Jace." I said numbly. "Oh my god, you're Jace."