Liam Learns the Ropes (MM/M, M/MM) (Final Part added 10/16/2021) (Concluded)

[Pup Wingletang]

You dedicate a whole section of your story to showing us how difficult a decision this is to make and the you go a force us to make it. That's just evil [mention]gag1195[/mention]!

In the end I went for our suave photographer, Jayveer.

[gag1195]

You dedicate a whole section of your story to showing us how difficult a decision this is to make and the you go a force us to make it. That's just evil [mention]gag1195[/mention]!

Poor, emotionally confused and conflicted Liam couldn't make a decision! I can't really blame him either! But a think tank of M/M readers and writers can surely triumph where Liam could not!

As for being evil... that's the second time I've been called that on the forum this week... hmmm...

[gag1195]

Part 19: Peter’s Plans

As the minutes ticked on, and Liam accepted his current fate as one half of his friend’s footrest, the poor accountant was bitterly reminded that his friend and captor hadn’t showered. This morning had seemed so long ago, but realization dawned on Liam that only he had gone to wash off the stink and sweat of their workout, while Peter had taken Markus into the kitchen with him and made breakfast. Coupled with the several hours of chair tied struggling Peter did, the fragrance wafting off of the blonde’s feet was becoming unbearable.

It certainly didn’t help that Peter’s foot was angled so that it was poking out towards Liam’s front. The model could see the occasional wiggling of toes in his periphery, and all he could smell was his friend’s foot odor. And thanks to the ball gag forcing his mouth slightly open, he could taste some of his friend’s foot stink.

Liam also thought back to when he arrived yesterday afternoon. Peter had been working out then too. Then all of this had started. Peter had said something this morning about Markus having showered, but not him…

Has Peter not showered since yesterday morning, before work? The funk radiating off Liam’s shoulder seemed to confirm that notion. Liam was the footrest for a pair of feet that had gone through an entire day at the office, two workouts, and the strains of bondage. Liam tried to shift his face away from his captor’s feet. Now this is true torture…

Markus had also picked up on his boyfriend’s pungent soles, and was grumbling angrily back at Peter. Though garbled by the bit, Liam understood the frustrated sentiment of his fellow prisoner.

“Grrmmmmah! Pppphhhhrrr!” Markus complained into the bit gag.

Peter didn’t respond, choosing instead to shove his bare foot up under his bearded boyfriend’s nose. Markus coughed in response, pulling away as much as his frog tie would allow. Which is to say, not much. Liam was relieved that Peter’s funk was being directed at Markus. His loyalty to the teacher could only stretch so far, and this stink was about at his limit. He sighed at that fact, then immediately regretted it when he was forced to inhale the stink again.

Liam tried to distract himself from the smell by once again focusing on the football highlights on the tv. As long as they don’t interview any sexy quarterbacks or coachs who may secretly be into bondage, I should be ok. At least Peter had found something to watch that would also interest Liam. Poor Markus was about as far from a sports fan as a person could be, so there was very little to distract him from the intense odors plaguing the living footrests.

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Most of the highlights, unfortunately, had been pretty standard fare. The handful of great interceptions of the past season or two, a couple of surprisingly long field goals, the hail mary passes that changed the game. Liam perked up when the highlights showed off his college team, The Seahawks, and the big championship win last season. Those highlights ended with the running back, Zane Lightfoot, being carried off on his team’s shoulders and leading a parade of uproarious fans. Liam felt a swelling of pride as he listened to his alma mater’s fight song.

A renewed stench reminded Liam of his current position. Even more so as the highlights shifted from the Seahawks amazing victory, to their more recent defeat at the hands of Peter’s Spartans. Liam felt both of his friend’s feet now resting firmly on his shoulders. Peter poked at Liam’s head with his toes, rubbing his putrid pacers all over the black hair of the prisoner. Again, Peter didn’t say anything, allowing his feet and their stink to do the smack talk about whose team was superior.

Not that Liam needed such a reminder, still out that money they bet on. He groaned and coughed against the stench, sucking in fresher air as soon as Peter moved his feet when the highlights of that game finally ended. Liam wasn’t sure he could last the few more hours until dinner like this. He was starting to tear up from the assault on his senses. He stole a glance over to Markus and saw a grim determination on the teacher’s face. Liam couldn’t begin to guess what the bearded hunk was thinking, but it might have been something like No murdering with foot stink as one of the rules. But Markus hadn’t planned for this outcome, and the rules said nothing about Peter dishing out this terrible torture.

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Liam has huffing and puffing, gagging on the smell each time. Another thirty minutes had passed. The highlights had ended not too long ago, and Peter was once again channel surfing. The doldrums of early evening tv. But the worst part was the fact that Liam was starting to get used to the horrid aroma of Peter’s feet near his face. He’d heard of Stockholm Syndrome before, but did that apply to foot odors?

Suddenly, the weight of Peter’s soles lifted, and the footrests shuddered and sighed in intense relief. Liam looked over his shoulder and saw his best friend sitting up, staring intensely at his captives. Liam could see the look in Peter’s eyes, and he immediately knew that the blonde man was up to something. The devious gears were turning, and Liam was extremely nervous for what was going to happen.

Peter stood up and stretched, then made his way over to the neverending box of supplies. Liam had no idea what to expect to be pulled from that box. After the weekend he’d had so far, it could be just about anything. The pair of prisoners didn’t have to wait long, as Peter came back over to them a moment later, two objects in his hand. Liam saw what looked like a pair of headphones, and a leather eye mask.

“Nothing on TV.” Peter said, crouching down in front of his boyfriend. “I’m bored, Teach, so I guess you’ll have to entertain me.”

He held up the eyemask, no, blindfold. Markus shook his head, obviously not likely the idea of losing his sight to his devious boyfriend. But Peter wasn’t exactly giving him a choice. The hunky blonde held Markus’ head firm, fitting the blindfold over the teacher’s eyes. He kept his grip even after the blindfold had been placed, planting a kiss around Markus’ bit gagged lips.

Then he picked up the headphones and set them around his boyfriend’s ears. Feeling this, Markus instantly began screaming into his gag. Peter pulled the left side away and spoke calmly but firmly to his captive.

“This is happening, Babe. I promise to behave with Liam. I won’t touch him, I promise.” He stroked Markus’ beard, soothing the teacher’s nerves enough for the captive to finally nod. Peter replaced the headphones, reached down to stroke Markus’ erection a few times, then backed away from his blinded boyfriend. Markus let out a pitiful whimper when Peter’s touches stopped.

Peter scooted over to Liam, sitting in front of his best friend. “Those are noise canceling headphones. Teach can no longer see or hear us.” Liam leaned away at that. Without the buffer that was Markus, there was no telling what Peter would try to get away with. “Relax Li. I just gave my word that I won’t touch you.” He rubbed his chest, remembering the nipple clamps from earlier this morning. “Plus, I’d like to keep my nipples intact, and you aren’t worth losing them.”

Liam huffed in response, the red ball gag making any retort incomprehensible.

“Besides, with everything going on this weekend, we haven’t had a chance to catch up. I know I’m not as good with words as Markus is, but I wanted to see how you are doing.”

Peter reached over and unbuckled the ball gag, slowly pulling it and about a pound of saliva from Liam’s mouth. Liam stretched his jaw as some of his spit collected on his roped up lap.

“Peter, you fucking stink! Seriously, what is wrong with you? You need to see a specialist or something!” Liam couldn’t help it. He knew that outburst might get him immediately re-gagged, but he didn’t care. It needed to be said.

“What? It’s just a little musk! Besides, weren’t you the one sitting here earlier going on and on about Connor’s sexy sweaty dream workout?” He playfully jabbed Liam in the side. “Hypocrite, much?”

“Shut up, that was a dream, and Connor doesn’t stink that much after any training session I’ve ever had with him! Seriously though, when was your last shower?”

“Friday morning!” Peter confirmed confidently.

“Ugh, you’re disgusting. Can we please add a no stink rule to the list?”

Peter scratched his chin, contemplating the idea for a moment. Then he shook his head and smiled. “I’m sorry, but all rule changes and addendums must be taken up with our ground rules department.” He waved his hand over to Markus, who was cautiously struggling in his blind and deaf state. “And I’m afraid they are currently closed.”

“Such an ass.” Liam muttered under his breath.

A punch in the arm. “Keep that up, and I just might not let you have your own fun.” Peter teased.

“Pete, what the fuck do you have in mind?”

A devilish smile formed on Peter’s perfect face. “Like I said, I’m bored. And Markus is sitting there, all bound and gagged, looking so incredibly hot. I can’t just not play with him. He’s the perfect toy right now. So…” He stood up, grabbed Liam’s knees, and dragged the poor model away from the couch and away from his fellow captive.

He pulled Liam almost clear across the room, then quickly returned the ball gag to its rightful place between Liam’s lips. “...I thought I would give you a chance to enjoy the rest of your afternoon before dinnertime.”

Liam watched, his face scrunched in confusion, as Peter fished around in the supply box. The blonde pulled out what almost looked like a microphone? No, Liam recognized this item. It was that vibrating wand that was taped to Markus when Liam had first stumbled upon the teacher. Peter switched it on and set it down in front of Liam, far enough away that it wasn’t actually touching him, but close enough that he could feel the slight rumble in his legs.

“I promised you both that I wouldn’t touch you. So I won’t. But if a stray toy happened to fall out, and a certain prisoner happened to enjoy said toy while I was distracted with my sexy boyfriend, well, that’s just a victimless crime, right?”

Peter patted Liam cheek before leaving the stunned man to contemplate his words. Liam stared as Peter returned to his boyfriend, playfully flicking Markus’ nipple, leaning in to kiss the man’s neck.

And now Liam fully understood why Peter had blinded and deafened Markus. If Liam did agree to Peter’s little plan, the teacher wouldn’t see or hear anything. And Peter was technically right. He hadn’t touched Liam in any way other than to tie him up. Bastard should have been a lawyer. Always finding loopholes.

Liam felt his erection straining against his boxers, begging for the release that vibrator promised. The temptation was extreme. And sounds of the beginnings of kinky sex on the other side of the room was also working to keep Liam turned on. Damn it… Liam huffed again, then slowly shimmied towards the wand.

[Jason07]

Ah yes. the dreaded stink of unwashed flesh. Not my favorite either Liam. On the other hand, quite sporting of Markus to leave Liam a way to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. XDDD

[gaggedfeety]

Definitely a bit envious of Liam getting some foot attention, even if he's not a fan

And what a clever loophole that Peter found, and so sweet that he's looking for Liam in his own devious and goofy way...I know I wouldn't be able to resist

Can't wait to see what happens next!

[Volobond]

Haha, yet another fantastic chapter, my friend! Hot beyond belief to refer to the two bound hunks as mere footrests, and even hotter to see Peter's imaginative devious streak kick in. I love your writing and I love these three men!

[TightsBound]

I think that’s the loophole we’ve been waiting for! He’ll finally get a chance to enjoy himself and maybe change some of those darn rules. Looking forward to the next chapter!

[Pup Wingletang]

It's amazing the smells you can get used to if you're exposed to them for long enough. Of course, take the smell away and your nose resets ready to smell again! Peter takes far too much pride in his unwashed state! It's almost like he was planning this...

Love the loophole Peter has found - everyone gets a chance to play and with Marcus blind and deaf his other senses will be working overtime.

[MountainMan_91]

That was such a good chapter. Enjoyed every second.

Markus blind and deaf turned me on big time for some reason...

[gag1195]

@Jason07 the dreaded stink of multiple workouts to boot! And yes, Peter will be the first to tell you that he's very sporting

@gaggedfeety I'm sure Liam will come around to the smell. Not that he'll have much choice. And yes, Peter loves his loopholes!

@Volobond Thank you friend! I'm so glad you and many others continue to enjoy this tale!

@TightsBound Indeed! With Peter in charge again, it was only a matter of time before those rules were put to the test again!

@Pup Wingletang it is strange how quickly your "nose blindness" can reset after moving away from the specific stench. But you're right, it just means his nose is ready for another dose of Stinky Pete! As for if he planned this... we'll just have to find out later!

@MountainMan_91 glad you enjoyed it! Happy to see Markus turning even more heads as well! Just be careful, between Peter and @Volobond there's stiff competition for the sexy teacher!


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[gag1195]

Part 20: Magic Wand

It felt amazing. There was no other way to describe it. Liam had used vibrators before, but the combination of his pent up horniness, and the restrictive frog tie had dialed everything up to 11. It also helped that he was doing this, skirting the established ground rules. Liam felt dirty, in a good way. Like he was getting away with something, and that was certainly helping things along.

Should he feel guilty about taking advantage of Markus’ blinded and deafened state? Should he regret abusing those ground rules he had been so grateful for up to this point? Absolutely. Did he actually feel guilt or regret? Deep down, Liam did feel the tugging of remorse, but it certainly didn’t stop him from his current mission.

And so he squatted, legs neatly folded by the ropes, pressing his crotch into the vibrating wand, forcing his knees together to hold the stimulating rod in place. Liam moaned into the ball gag, his tension climbing. As kind as Peter had been in this loophole, he was still as devious as ever, and had purposefully set the vibrations on low. If Liam wanted any release, he’d still have to work for it.

He clenched his bound fists, closed his eyes in concentration. He could hear Markus moaning across the room, and the soft, seductive voice of Peter whispering to his boyfriend, though he couldn’t make out the words. That didn’t matter, he didn’t care what sweet nothings his friend was muttering. Liam needed to focus on his own task.

Again, the vibrations felt amazing. It assaulted his underwear trapped erection in the best way possible. Liam once again found himself humping the carpet of his friend’s boyfriend’s living room. Images of his dream hunks flashed in his mind, and it didn’t take long for Liam to reach his climax. He felt his load shoot against the prison that was his boxers, the sticky wet spot quickly forming. Liam didn’t care. He slumped back on his heels, leaning forward in exhaustion.

I really need to reevaluate my relationships. My most intense orgasms ever have been with Markus’ floor… Liam tried to push that thought out of his mind, and focus on the here and now. He hadn’t moved away from the vibrator after climaxing, so his spent erection was still rumbling against the wand. He didn’t dare move either, unsure if he could get back into position later.

He was breathing heavily now. He felt the sheen of sweat, the tiredness of his muscles. But he forced himself to remain squatting over the wand. He stole a glance over to his friends. Peter was busy exploring Markus’ exposed hole with his fingers, the teacher contentedly whimpering into the bit gag. Liam looked away, not wanting to be even more of a voyeur as he already was.

Already the constant vibrating was energizing his erection again. Liam felt himself building to release. The sounds coming from the other side of the room were also doing their part to help coax another orgasm out.

He sat up, closed his eyes again, and once again pictured himself with a revolving door of those four dream men. The things imaginary Connor, Kyle, Jayveer, and Dax were doing to him drove Liam crazy. His second climax quickly followed.

Liam had to take a break after that. He could barely sit up, barely hold himself steady. Reluctantly, with plenty of muffled complaints into his gag, Liam slowly crawled away from the wand, which continued to vibrate away.

Liam carefully fell over onto his side, resting as comfortably as he could. He purposefully angled himself away from Markus and Peter, giving the couple as much privacy as he could. Though Markus couldn’t see or hear anything, Liam was sure the teacher would’ve appreciated the gesture.

He tried to turn his attention to the television, but quickly realized that Peter hadn’t been wrong. There was nothing on, at least not on the channel Peter had ended his channel surfing with. After watching 10 minutes of the “Sitcom Saturday Throwback Marathon” Liam couldn’t blame Peter one bit for seeking entertainment elsewhere. Already his erection was stirring again, and he could faintly feel the vibrations in the floor, the rumbling siren’s call coaxing Liam back for another round.

“Fffffmmk.” Liam sighed, then rolled back over towards the waiting wand, the devious gift of stimulation.

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Liam had lost all track of time. Granted, he had other priorities to focus on. At some point he heard Markus and Peter reach their own orgasms, the couple huffing and puffing in ecstasy. Liam heard his best friend slouch down onto the floor and cuddle up with his still blind and deaf captive. By that time, Liam had managed to cum two more times. He was utterly spent.

These past few days had been trying on just about every level; emotional, mental, physical, social. But now Liam was understanding more of who he was. This world that he had been introduced to, this kinky, bondage filled world, Liam felt happy here. This was a missing piece that he hadn’t even known was missing. And frustrations and confusions aside, Liam was enjoying himself.

However, he had pulled away from the vibrating wand. Liam was sure he had reached his limits. He needed to rest and breathe. He laid on his back, allowing his bent and bound legs to point up towards the ceiling. This pair of underwear was completely ruined, but again, he didn’t care. He was content to wait in his state until Peter decided to free him.

Judging by the sound of the latest sitcom rerun, it was another 10 minutes before Liam heard Peter stir from his cuddling. Markus gave a faint whine when his musclebound boyfriend left his side. Liam raised his head and saw his friend approaching.

“Well, well well. Sounds like you definitely enjoyed yourself, eh Li?” Peter joked as he bent down to turn off the wand and return it to the box. “I almost wonder if you got the best end of the deal. How many was that? Three or four?”

“Fmmmr!” Liam called out, not a hint of shame in his voice.

“I’m very impressed. Looks like our little bondage novice is finally starting to enjoy himself.” He grabbed Liam by the chest ropes and pulled him up into a sitting position. “About time too!”

“Fhhhk huuu Pffttt!” Liam shot back.

“Fuck my feet? Sorry, but that would be a clear violation of rule 1!” Peter raised his right foot up to Liam’s face, laughing. “But you can certainly spend some time smelling them again, if you’d prefer! Didn’t know you were into that on top of everything else!”

“MMMMNOO!” Liam cried, shaking his head in disgust, trying his best to lean away from his friend’s foul soles.

“That’s fine. There’s still plenty of time for that before dinner. I just need to get you and Markus ready…”

He let those words linger as he once again grabbed hold of Liam’s chest ropes and dragged his friend closer to the couch. Liam continued to protest, not wanting to be a footrest again. But, with the ropes continuing to limit his movement, Liam was stuck complaining, which of course Peter ignored. He placed his friend in the same spot he had been in earlier, then surprised Liam by turning him, facing him to the side. Liam was now looking at the fireplace against the wall.

“Stay there and don’t move.” Peter commanded. Liam nodded.

Liam heard his friend grabbing and dragging Markus over, then felt the teacher’s slightly muscled back against his. Liam didn’t have too much time to respond before flashes of rope and Peter’s arms indicated that the blonde in control was roping his two captives together. Now Markus and Liam were frog tied, and attached by their now slightly arched torsos. Liam felt Peter feed the ropes through their armpits, ensuring that their prisoner couldn't wiggle free from this latest restraint.

Liam felt Markus struggle anyway, each movement also taking Liam along for the ride. Liam joined in the effort, straining against Peter’s surprisingly tight knots. No luck. The pair remained trapped by the hunky model.

“Teach is still enjoying his solitude, so don’t worry.” Peter explained as he returned to his spot on the couch. “Although, I wonder if you’d like a turn with the blindfold and headphones…”

“MMMNNNO!” Liam quickly shook his head. He immediately stopped struggling too, to show Peter that he was behaving.

Peter just laughed and began flipping the channels again. And much to his captives’ horror, once again set his feet on their shoulders. And with his afternoon of sex and sweat adding to the already musty stink, Liam was sure he as about to pass out.

Liam also realized that he was facing away from the clock. In this position, he had no way of knowing how much time would pass. How long had it been since lunch anyway? He’d been so distracted with the wand, he’d forgotten to check. How long until Peter decided to free them for dinner? The slight rumble in his stomach told Liam that he was indeed starting to get hungry. Would Peter be merciful? Would he hold up his end of the agreement? After dinner, Markus is back in charge. How eager is Peter to give up control?

Until then, Liam had little choice but to sit back and enjoy the sensation of Markus rubbing against his back. The model may have resigned himself to wait, but his sexy teacher, who had been blind and deaf most of the evening, was clearly fed up. He thrashed and struggled almost nonstop, pulling poor Liam in just about every direction, proving enough of a distraction to keep Liam’s mind off of waiting for release.

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Peter had taken some pity on his captives. About half an hour into their back to back predicament, the blonde finally removed his feet, allowing Liam and Markus to breath fresh air. Peter had found something on tv to keep his attention, a round table discussion on the best college athletes, the biggest prospective draft picks for next season. Liam couldn’t help but smile at Markus being deaf. Had the teacher been able to hear this program, no doubt he would have begged for the noise canceling headphones. As it was, Liam and Peter listened intently, absorbing the stats, and beaming with pride whenever a player from their alma mater was discussed.

Liam’s stomach continued to growl, and he occasionally heard Peter’s rumble. Markus had stopped struggling, unhappily waiting for his boyfriend to free them.

When the round table discussion ended, Peter finally sighed and sat up. He leaned over to undo Liam’s gag. “Ah!” Liam stretched his aching jaw. That ball gag had really hurt after such a long period of it being crammed in his mouth.

Peter slowly undid the rope tethering Liam and Markus together, pulling the captives apart. He swiftly freed Liam’s chest and wrists, then stood up and walked away from his best friend. “Finish freeing yourself then head to the restroom. Do not touch Markus.” With those instructions, Peter vanished down the hallway.

Liam didn’t say anything, but set about freeing his bent legs. He slowly stretched his legs out, allowing his muscles to relax and blood flow to return to normal. Liam looked over at his bound mentor, but followed orders and left the bearded man to struggle blindly. No doubt he was waiting to be freed at any moment.

Liam stood and went to the guest bathroom, just as Peter was exiting. “I’m loaning you some of my underwear for your trip. Since you’re going through your own pairs, I figured it’s the least I can do.” He shot his arm out to stop Liam as he tried to enter the bathroom. “Continue to wear your own while you’re here. If you come out wearing my undies, Markus will certainly have some questions.” his voice softened. “Promise me you won’t jerk off in them, and return them when you get back from your trip.”

“Thanks, Pete. I mean it.” Liam said. This is why he loved Peter and put up with his friend’s antics. The blonde could be surprisingly sincere when he wanted to be.

“Clean yourself up and use the restroom quickly. I won’t be freeing Markus until you’re back!” Peter called as he left his friend to do his business.

Liam didn’t want to make Markus wait any longer than he had to, so he quickly did his business. He washed off his crotch then changed into his last pair of clean underwear. He saw the small collection of Peter’s underwear next to his duffle bag, which he quickly stuffed inside.

He reemerged a few minutes later, refreshed a bit. Peter and Markus were waiting for him, almost as Liam had left them. Peter was lounging on the couch, and Markus was struggling in vain at his feet.

Seeing Liam, Peter slowly began untying his frustrated boyfriend, leaving the blindfold and headphones for last. As the last of the ropes fell away, Markus practically ripped the sensory deprivation devices off his head, as well as his bit gag. Liam stood where he was, afraid to move closer to the clearly angry Markus.

“Peter. I fucking hate you!” Markus shouted, but Peter was unfazed. His stupid grin remained plastered on his face.

That made Markus even angrier. “You are such an ass! I can’t stand to look at you, or smell you for a moment longer. Go wash your putrid feet! Shower that stench off, while Liam and I cook dinner, otherwise, you can feed your own damn self!”

Markus stalked off into the kitchen, not waiting for a response. Peter stood and called over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Babe! I’ll go shower. I’ll make myself so clean and fresh smelling, you’ll be begging to worship my feet! I might even let you!” He broke into a sprint when Markus reemerged from the kitchen wielding a wooden spoon. Peter winked as he laughed past Liam.

Markus sighed, shaking his head, but Liam could see him smiling at his boyfriend. He acknowledged Liam for the first time since donning the blindfold and headphones. “Liam! Would you like to help me make dinner? I had plenty of time to think about it this afternoon. How do you feel about tacos?”

[Volobond]

Lol I hope Markus has been thinking about how to get retribution on his boyfriend as well as the dinner menu! Each of these guys is so wonderful and adorkable in his own way, and I'm just in love

[KidnappedCowboy]

Liam heard his friend grabbing and dragging Markus over, then felt the teacher’s slightly muscled back against his. Liam didn’t have too much time to respond before flashes of rope and Peter’s arms indicated that the blonde in control was roping his two captives together. Now Markus and Liam were frog tied, and attached by their now slightly arched torsos. Liam felt Peter feed the ropes through their armpits, ensuring that their prisoner could wiggle free from this latest restraint.

Thank you, Thank you, Tank you, Thank you [mention]gag1195[/mention]...

There are few things I enjoy more than two hunky guys bound back to back to each other!

[gaggedfeety]

Another amazing chapter!! I'm wondering if Liam accidentally lets slip about what went on...and what punishment he'd cook up for Peter and Liam

[gag1195]

@Volobond @KidnappedCowboy @gaggedfeety thanks for the comments! Glad to have your continued support with this story! And I hope y'all don't mind another chapter so soon! Inspiration and enough free time struck, so here we are!

And thank you to everyone who has voted so far! We've only got a few chapters left before this story comes to an end, and the vote closes! You still have time to vote and comment on this tale!



Part 21: Off the Cuff

Markus was already pulling an assortment of items out of the fridge and cabinets when Liam entered the kitchen. Thankfully, the teacher’s mood already seemed to be improving. Markus seemed to be channeling whatever frustration and anger he still had into his cooking. Liam wasn’t sure how best he could help, so he waited until the tornado of ingredient gathering had subsided.

When Markus finally stopped moving, Liam managed to ask, “So, what should I do?”

His mentor smiled and tossed Liam a packet of ground turkey. “If you would get started on browning the meat, that’d be great!” He pointed to the nearby cabinet then began chopping an assortment of vegetables.

Liam found a suitably sized pan, turned on the stove, and got to work on his new task. He smiled to himself as he looked at the lean turkey meat sizzling away. So we have Connor to thank for this meal. His thoughts drifted again to the hunky personal trainer, and the multiple conversations he had with all his clients about proper dietary habits. His cock twitched. So even thinking about Connor in general is enough to get things going… Liam considered. That is certainly going to complicate my next session with him.

After a few moments, Markus spoke up, pulling Liam out of his own head. “Hey, Liam. I just wanted to say I’m sorry about this weekend. I know this isn’t what you had planned, and I’m sorry we sort of pushed all this onto you.”

Liam turned to face his bondage tutor. “I really appreciate that. I definitely couldn’t have guessed that any of this would ever happen.” He paused, gathering his courage. “But, you don’t need to apologize for any of this. You and Peter, this whole weekend… it’s been wonderful. I think I should be thanking you two. This is the most I’ve felt like myself since I initially came out to my family.”

Liam could see tears welling up in Markus’ eyes. Had it been Peter, he was sure his friend would blame the onions on the counter, but Markus didn’t try to hide it. He didn’t say anything else, but nodded his appreciation and his support.

They settled back into an easy silence as they focused on their respective tasks. It wasn’t until Markus handed Liam a bag of tortillas to warm that he asked, “So, tell me about your family. Peter mentioned that you had originally planned to visit them this weekend, before… ya know…”

Liam chuckled at his unique circumstance. “Yeah, my mom and sister made a bunch of plans for my visit. Mom was going to make all my favorites, my sister bought musical and museum tickets for all of us. She kept promising to drag dad along the entire time, but we both knew he’d find a convenient excuse to sneak off to a book store or bar.”

Markus asked a few more questions about Liam’s sister, his decision to move away from home, and it dawned on Liam that before all the craziness of this weekend, he really hadn’t spent that much time with his best friend’s partner. It seemed insane that they could go through all of this bondage and kink, and still barely know basic information about each other.

Liam appreciated the bearded teacher’s effort to rectify the situation, and he offered some questions of his own. Liam learned more about Markus’ brother, who had only come up in passing before. His brother had been living in Paris for almost a decade, having fallen in love with the city when he studied abroad in college. He now worked with a large investment firm. Markus waxed poetic about wanting to visit more, complaining about cost and schedules.

When Liam asked about his parents, he noticed that Markus flinched mid cut. “Dad wasn’t really around much growing up, and mom and I aren’t close.”

He had clearly waltzed right into a sore subject, so he quickly pivoted to asking about teaching. Talking about his career instant;y changed Markus’ mood, and the anecdote about crazy parents and his students’ antics managed to keep the conversation going until they had finished preparing the tacos.

As if on cue, Peter appeared just as the pair set up their little taco bar. Even with the amazing smells of the food in front of him, Liam could smell the soap, shampoo, and deodorant mingling around his blonde friend. Peter clapped him on the back before walking over and pulling Markus into a tight embrace.

“Is this better?” He asked between pecks on the lips.

Markus made a few exaggerated sniffs around his boyfriend’s face, shoulders, chest… “Yes. much better!” He broke the hug and handed Peter a plate. “And next time you let yourself and those feet of yours get that stinky, you and your rancid odor can sleep on the couch!”

Peter began piling his tortilla high with meat, peppers, lettuce, cheese, and sauce. “Or maybe I can crash at Liams. He clearly enjoyed being my footrest!”

Liam gagged at the thought. “I would sooner die than put up with those feet ever again.”

Peter looked almost offended. “They can’t really be that bad, can they?”

“They are.” Markus and Liam said flatly, in unison. The three dissolved into laughter and playful jabs as they built their tacos and found their now usual spots at the table.

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Dinner was delicious, which Liam was quickly learning was a surprising normal for the couple. Peter tended to bring similar lunches most days, so he had never pegged his friend as a ‘cook’. Markus has definitely been a good influence on him. He and Markus had picked up their conversation again, student and teacher continuing to get to know each other. Liam was careful to avoid the topic of Markus’ parents, but everything else seemed fine. Now that Peter had joined them, the couple shared stories about the last time they visited Markus’ brother, Peter shared updates about his own large family, and Liam enjoyed every moment. If he wasn’t able to be with his own family, being at this table was the next best thing.

It also helped that he was able to enjoy his dinner without any restraints involved. Not that Liam hadn’t enjoyed being fed lunch, or watching Markus and Peter feed each other, but it was a nice change of pace to not have any ropes involved. But Liam also knew it wouldn’t last. His mentor had promised a special surprise after dinner, and Liam was eager to find out what Markus had planned.

All three of them pitched in to clean up, making short work of the dishes. Markus led his boyfriend and pupil into the living room where he once again fished a few things out of the box of neverending kink.

The bearded teacher held up what looked like a pair of leather… bands? Liam had no idea what he was looking at. Two cylindrical rings of leather, each with soft padding on the inside, and each with a small ring attached to the outside. He was even more confused when Markus pulled out another set.

He tossed one pair to Peter, who wasted no time in placing them on either wrist, tightening the buckles until he was satisfied with the snugness. Liam almost jumped when Markus took hold of his hand, placing the leather item over his wrist, and adjusting the strap. He repeated it with the other wrist, until Liam and Peter were matching.

“These are leather cuffs.” Markus began explaining. “They are like regular handcuffs, but far more comfortable. These are better for long term bondage compared to the steel ones. They can be attached to the wrists or the ankles, but since we only have two pairs, I guess your ankles get to remain free. aren’ t you two lucky?”

Markus grabbed a short coil of rope and stepped up to his boyfriend. Without needing to say anything, the blonde turned around and placed his hands behind his back. Liam watched as Markus fed the rope through the small rings on each leather cuff, knotting the wrist restraints together. Peter, of course, tried his best to break free of these latest bonds, but Liam knew that Markus’ ropework would hold and his knots would be out of reach.

Markus grabbed another piece of rope and spun Liam around, this time not giving his student a chance to practice. “You can attach these cuffs using rope, actual handcuffs, chains, locks, all sorts of things. But I think we’ll stick with ropes this time.”

Liam felt the ropes being cinched and knotted, drawing his leather clad wrists together. He pulled, but the tight ropes and metal rings remained secure. Liam knew he wouldn’t escape these new bondage instruments.

Then Markus leaned in and whispered into Liam’s ear. “By the way, this isn’t the surprise I was talking about. I just needed to make sure Peter didn’t try any underhanded tricks. And well, if he’s tied up, you get the same treatment.”

Liam nodded. Given his best friend’s track record, he couldn’t exactly blame Markus for being overly cautious. He didn’t even try to protest when Markus pushed him over to the couch, before grabbing Peter and guiding him over. The teacher shoved each of his captives onto the sofa, then went to retrieve an oversized blanket.

The bearded man unfurled the comfortable looking quilt, then settled down in between his two models. He spread the blanket across all three of them, and Liam was grateful. Not only was it a bit chilly in just his underwear, but the blanket helped to hide his raging erection.

Markus put on an old movie, Death on the Nile. Liam recognized some of the old actors, and he and Markus continued their conversations, discussing favorite films, books, and the like.

Peter would have joined in, but Markus extended his arm, wrapping it around his boyfriend’s neck, and handgagging the blonde. Markus pulled Peter’s head against his hairy chest. The model was forced to mumble his complaints into his boyfriend’s hand, and Liam once again wished he could do that during the workday.

“Mmmmmmfffeefffs. Mmmmmm hhmmmm fffmm…” Peter pleaded with his captor, but Markus and Liam ignored him, focusing instead on finding books that they both enjoyed. Liam made a mental note to check out some of the teacher’s recommendations.

He and Markus continued talking throughout the movie, until the detective began explaining the crime. “Ooh! I love this part!” his mentor explained. He wrapped his other arm around Liam’s shoulders, locking the model in a handgag like Peter. And a moment later, Liam’s head was also pulled against Markus’ impressively furry chest. It was… warm, and comfortable. The heat coming off the teacher was calming. Liam complained slightly at the strain of his neck at this forced angle, but otherwise, he was content to remain in this position.

And Markus seemed content to keep his bound models in this position too, because even after the movie ended, the captor quickly switched over to the nightly news, releasing Liam for only a moment before re-gagging him.

Peter was enjoying his predicament far less than his fellow prisoner, but with his arms trapped behind him, he was powerless to stop Markus from maintaining control.

They watched most of the news, hoping for a repeat airing of Dax’s interview, but no such luck. Eventually, Markus looked down at his silenced models and said, “I think it’s just about time for our surprise, don’t you think, Babe?”

Peter enthusiastically nodded, humming into his boyfriend’s hand. Liam mumbled his confusion, but didn’t get a chance to actually ask his question. Markus switched off the tv, flung the blanket off them, and released his hold on Peter. He held Liam tightly against him, but allowed Peter to stand up and practically skip down the hall.

Markus took his time, slowly pulling himself and Liam off the couch, keeping the black haired captive gagged the entire time. “I hope you’re excited, Liam.” He whispered as he marched the model down the hall. “I’m going to release you, but I don’t want any questions, at least not yet.”

He let go of Liam’s head, and quickly untied the ropes holding his cuffs together. Once again, Liam found himself being pushed into the bathroom. “Take as much time as you need to take care of things in here, then join us in our bedroom.” Markus commanded.

Liam had no idea what his mentor was planning, but the devious look rivaled Peter’s usual scheming expression.

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Liam relieved himself, drank some water, checked his phone, even brushed his teeth in what was becoming an unexpectedly normal pre-bondage routine. He was anxious about what Markus and Peter were up to, and his mind was racing. What could they do that they hadn’t done already this weekend?

Liam entered the couple’s bedroom and froze. His eyes went wide as he saw what his friends had gathered on the bed. Neatly stacked on their comforter was easily a dozen rolls of silver and black duct tape, two boxes of cling wrap, and two fluffy towels.

Peter had obviously also done his nightly routine, and ditched the leather cuffs. If Liam had seen a bigger smile on his friend’s face, he couldn’t recall. Standing next to him was Markus, casually twirling a roll of duct tape around his fingers.

“So, Liam, are you ready for your own trip down the Nile?”

[Volobond]

Glad to have your continued support with this story! And I hope y'all don't mind another chapter so soon! Inspiration and enough free time struck, so here we are!

Of course, buddy! And how could I mind more of my favorite bondage couple and their protege? Love the sweet growth of Markus and Liam's friendship, and the handgagged movie night!

[Jason07]

Oooooooooo! One of my absolute favorites! Mummification! Oh now I'm super excited for the next part of the story!

[LockedCheeseBird]

These last chapters are amazing! I'm still in love with how you write these characters, the journey over the course of this weekend, and just the character that comes across through these lines. Amazing! The descriptions are so vivid and clear, the dialogue is simply amazing, it keeps just being amazing.

Liam gagged at the thought. “I would sooner die than put up with those feet ever again.”

Peter looked almost offended. “They can’t really be that bad, can they?”

“They are.” Markus and Liam said flatly, in unison. The three dissolved into laughter and playful jabs as they built their tacos and found their now usual spots at the table.

I loved this moment! And I had forgotten everything we would see in the weekend, I'm só looking forwards to what's coming!

[Pup Wingletang]

Liam definitely had fun with that vibrator and I guess it didn't strictly break the rules. Will Markus find out about it? He was definitely the lucky one to be blind and deaf if they were going to watch tedious sport discussions!

It feels like Markus is going to make Peter pay for his unhygienic ways but I guess that was partly why he did it.

Nice to see a slice of more normal life as Markus and Liam get to know each other better. Love the handgagged movie watching and it seems the choice of film was strangely prescient given the mummy they are about to create.

[gag1195]

@Volobond thank you! I really enjoyed writing the movie night scene. It's definitely a dream of mine to have two incredibly sexy guys handgagged on the couch!

@Jason07 I have a feeling that a lot of the readers are excited to see Peter and Liam all wrapped up!

@LockedCheeseBird oh my gosh you are going to make me blush! Thank you!

And I had forgotten everything we would see in the weekend, I'm só looking forwards to what's coming!

I'm sure you aren't alone! It seems like that first poll happened so long ago, and I guess in a way it has! Liam certainly has experienced a lot this weekend, let's hope he enjoys his time as a mummy!

He was definitely the lucky one to be blind and deaf if they were going to watch tedious sport discussions!

@Pup Wingletang I wholeheartedly agree! I would much rather be blindfolded and deafened than suffer through having to watch/listen to the tedious sports related discussions!


Thanks for the amazing comments everyone! I am hard at work crafting the next chapter and the long awaited mummification of our models! It should be up within the next few days, so check back soon!

[szlm1515]

Yaaaay, mummification
Luvly how you keep balanced the story and the kinky parts, truly amazing job dude

[gag1195]

@szlm1515 thank you so much for your kind comment!

Well everyone! It's time! The long awaited mummification of our models! I hope you all enjoy!



Part 22: Wrapping Things Up

Liam stared at the items gathered on the bed. He wasn’t entirely sure what cling wrap had to do with bondage, and was growing increasingly worried. Markus had started with a jovial tone, but his next few questions were serious, almost clinical.

“Are you claustrophobic, Liam?” The bearded instructor asked.

“No. Heights, a little, but I’m fine with small spaces.” Liam responded, concerns continuing to grow.

“Do you trust us?” Markus asked, no hint of joking or playfulness. Whatever they were about to embark on, Markus wasn’t taking any chances.

Liam nodded. After everything they had gone through this weekend, Liam was having a hard time thinking of people he trusted more, even with Peter’s tricks.

Markus held up the roll of duct tape in his hand. He smiled at Liam, then said, “Ok. Liam, I’d like to mummify you and Peter. How does that sound?”

Mummify? Liam immediately conjured up images of white bandages and coffins, cheesy scary movies, curses, and the like. Questions swirled around his brain. Head to toe? Will my arms be crossed? How will I breathe? How long?

Thankfully, his teacher seemed to be psychic, or perhaps he was just seeing the worry on Liam's face. He held his hands open, and spoke in as calm a voice he could manage. “I will leave your head free, besides a gag, as well as your neck. Your hands will also be free so you can signal if there is an issue, and your feet to help maintain your temperature. If you agree to this, you and Peter would spend the night all wrapped up, but I’ll be next to you the entire time.”

Liam couldn’t hide his worry. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words got caught in his throat. He finally managed to squeak out, “I’m not sure…”

Markus nodded, not breaking eye contact. “I completely understand. We’ve already covered a lot, and I’m asking you for a lot of trust, especially for an overnight situation.” He thought for a moment. “How about this. You help me mummify Peter, then you can decide if you’d like to try it. If you don’t want it, I’ll give you a simpler, less stressful tie up experience. You’ll still be here with us, but We’ll respect your comfort level. Sound like a plan?”

Markus was amazing. “I think I can agree to that. And thank you.” Liam responded, grateful to have such an understanding teacher.

At Liam’s answer, Markus sprang into action. He grabbed hold of Peter’s shoulders and guided him to the foot of the bed, then a few feet in front of the bed. There was enough space now for someone to walk between the blonde model and the bed itself. The bearded tutor then tossed a box of cling wrap to Liam, and picked up the second one. Markus stood on Peter’s left, and beckoned Liam to join on Peter’s right. Thankfully, Peter had been quiet this entire time. Whatever confidence Liam might have had would easily be dashed with his best friend’s japes.

Liam wanted to wait silently and follow his teacher’s instructions, but he felt compelled to ask the burning question in his mind. “Have… have you done this before?”

Markus paused in his attempts to open the box of cling wrap. He chuckled a bit before answering. “Twice before a while back. The first time, I’ll admit it was when I wasn’t that experienced with all of this. And…” He paused and set down the cling wrap. He grabbed a roll of duct tape and quickly applied three strips to Peter’s mouth before the Model to react. “Relax Babe, it's just temporary.” he turned back to Liam. “...And my attempts at mummifying didn’t hold up to Peter’s muscles. He broke out within 15 minutes.”

“Mmmmmhmmm!” Peter beamed behind his haphazard gag, flexing his arms.

“And the second time?”

“Ah, the second time was after a bit of research, and proved quite effective. Poor Peter couldn’t break free without my help. Isn’t that right dear?”

“Fffffmmk huuuu.” Peter snorted.

“We’ll be using those techniques again tonight. And to be honest, I’m grateful you’re here. This process will be much easier with an assistant.”

Liam nodded, then held up the box of cling wrap. “Ok… I have to know. Why the plastic wrap? The tape I get, but this…?”

Markus nodded, tearing open his own box and pulling out the roll of clear wrapping. “I thought the same thing when I first looked into it, but it’s actually quite simple. We are using Duct tape to mummify Peter. That much adhesive on a person’s skin, especially for such a long time, is not great. So We’ll actually be wrapping Peter in the cling wrap first, then applying the tape over that. The cling wrap isn’t sticky like duct tape, so it’s much safer for the skin. Plus, it has the added bonus of keeping Peter’s sweat away from the tape. Too much sweat can weaken the adhesive and allow him to break free.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Liam said, his confusion subsiding.

“You can omit the plastic wrap if you have the person wear clothes that cover any exposed skin, but that can lead to potential overheating, so we’ll be using the wrap and tape instead.” He pulled Peter’s left arm up so it was sticking out horizontally. “Now, if you would, watch closely and follow my lead.”

Liam silently nodded, happily slipping back into star pupil mode. He grabbed Peter’s right arm and mirrored Markus’ side. He watched as the bearded hunk began winding the cling wrap around Peter’s arm, starting at the wrist and slowly moving up until he got to the blonde’s armpit.

As Liam mimicked those steps, Markus continued his explanations. “When I first tried this, I wrapped Peter’s arms straight to his side, which like I said, led to a lot of sweating and loosening of the material. But, if we wrap each arm individually, and then wrap the torso, there will be zero skin-to-skin contact.” Liam finished his arm, stopping at the armpit just like Markus had.

His sexy teacher then walked Liam through wrapping the torso. This process took longer than Liam had expected. “We need to make sure Peter has enough space to breathe comfortably while he’s mummified. So, we’ll only wrap after Peter takes a deep breath. When he releases, we stop. Understood?”

Again, Liam nodded. And so they found their rhythm. Deep breath. Wrap. Exhale. Pause. Deep Breath. Wrap. Exhale. Pause. When the pair finished, Peter’s upper body, from shoulders to waist, was a shiny wall of plastic. Liam watched as Markus wrapped a little lower, covering his boyfriend’s crotch and underwear, before setting his roll of wrapping on the bed.

He grabbed a roll of silver duct tape, then tossed another roll to Liam. “Now, we need to cover the plastic with our handy dandy duct tape. After his arms and torso are covered, we’ll bring his arms down and secure them to his sides.” He began winding the tape around Peter’s arm, motioning for Liam to do the same. “Make sure you leave his hands free.”

The sound of two rolls of duct tape screeching as they were spooled around the captive was almost deafening. It’s a good thing Markus had explained everything first, because there was no way his instructions would have been heard over the cacophonous squelch of the tape being pulled from the roll.

When they finished the arms, they paused for a moment before starting on the torso. Markus instructed Liam to start at Peter's shoulders and move down, while he started at his boyfriend’s crotch and began working his way up. Liam was grateful he wouldn’t be responsible for taping up his best friend’s junk.

Working in tandem, it didn’t take long for the pair to meet at Peter’s abs. Liam tore off his tape, and watched as Markus wound his roll up, overlapping Liam’s work.

“And now we bring Peter’s arms down, and tape them to his torso!” Markus was getting more and more excited. He pulled the left arm down, and Liam followed with Peter’s right arm. Liam silently marveled how perfectly the bottom of the torso and crotch wrapping matched where the wrist wrapping stopped. Peter’s hands would hang free without his captors needing to adjust their restraints.

Just as before, Liam was instructed to start wrapping at the shoulders, winding his roll of tape all the way around to trap both arms. Markus started at his boyfriend’s wrists and crotch. As they wrapped, Markus raised his voice to be heard over the scraping of the tape. “This type of mummification is a bit time consuming, but it was our best option. There are a bunch of different ways to mummify someone; sleeping bags, a fuckton of rope, specialty sleepsacks.” He paused to focus on his wrapping for a moment. “But, we don’t have enough rope, nor a special sack. And our sleeping bags are in storage, so this was the best option!”

The two captors stepped back to admire their work. Peter’s arms were now strictly pinned to his side by layers of plastic wrap and duct tape. Liam saw his friend straining his muscles against the mummification, saw the muscles in his arms bulging under the wrapping, but no progress was made. His upper body was stuck.

“Now for the legs.” Markus said, trading his roll of tape for his roll of cling wrap. “We’ll do something similar with his legs. Wrap each one individually in plastic wrap, then cover it with tape, then tape the legs together.”

Without the torso to wrap, Liam and Markus made short work of wrapping Peter’s legs. Liam made sure to leave the foot free, as Markus had explained. “It can get pretty warm all wrapped up, so I like to leave the extremities free. Hands, feet, head.”

Peter’s tree trunk legs were now two silver wrapped limbs, and Liam was ready to fully restrain his friend. He had to admit, the mummification look was extremely attractive.

Markus reached onto the bed and grabbed one of the towels that had been laid out with the rest of the mummification supplies. “Padding between the legs. Even with the plastic and duct tape buffer, the ankles and knees rubbing against each other can get really uncomfortable.”

Markus slowly and carefully guided his boyfriend’s legs together, making sure the blonde wouldn’t lose his balance. He crammed the towel in between the taped up legs, positioning it so it was blocking both the knees and ankles from hitting against each other. At last it was finally time to make their mummy. Liam began at Peter’s ankles, bringing his friend’s legs together, while Markus started near Peter’s waist. The pair met at Peter’s knees.

When they stood back this time, their work was complete. From shoulder to ankle, their mummy was complete. A six foot, shiny, silvery, completely restrained Peter stood all wrapped up. His muscles were completely useless against the might of Markus and Liam’s wrapping skills, and the poor man couldn’t risk struggling too much or he would topple over. Peter flexed the only parts of his body that remained free. He picked at his bonds with his fingers, but finding no purchase, instead balled his hands into fists in frustration. He curled and uncurled his toes as he tried to pull his legs apart. He shook his head back and forth, and tried puffing out his chest and shoulders. No luck. Peter wasn’t going anywhere.

Liam had to admit it to himself, the sight of his completely wrapped up friend was incredibly hot. Would I look this good wrapped like that?

There was just one thing wrong with the image. “I know I’m fucking myself with this, but… isn’t that gag a bit weak?” Liam asked, his confidence returning.

Peter glared at him and huffed into the tape sealing his lips. Markus’ previous explanation about sweat weakening the adhesive proved to be true when Liam saw Peter push the tape off his face with his tongue, his cheeks and chin shiny.

“Fuck you Li! Suddenly he’s a big shot when I’m all packaged up! Let’s see how tough you are when you join me!”

Markus held up his roll of duct tape. “I agree, my star pupil. We definitely need to improve that gag. I was hoping to try this technique too, so this works out perfectly.”

Markus began tearing strips and strips of tape off his roll, handing them to Liam to hold on to. Liam quickly ran out of fingers to hold the various strips, but Markus seemed satisfied. He didn’t really speak, except for mumbling the steps of his gag to himself. He mostly ignored Liam, so caught up in this technique of his.

Liam stood and watched, a silent tape dispenser. He watched Markus take the first strip of tape, tear it in half lengthwise, then paste those pieces above and below Peter’s lips. The next two strips he left whole, applying them vertically on either side of Peter’s mouth, letting the ends slightly wrap around the model’s chin. So far, Markus had used a bit of tape, but Peter’s mouth was still free.

Peter didn’t say anything however, fascinated in watching his boyfriend work. The next strip of tape was the one everyone seemed to be waiting for. This strip was plastered firmly over Peter’s lips, sealing them shut. Liam noted that the ends of this piece of tape lined up perfectly with the frame of tape around Peter’s mouth. This last piece didn’t touch the skin.

Markus then grabbed three more strips of tape, adding the wall of tape from nose to chin Liam was growing accustomed to seeing. Liam also noticed that these three strips were slightly longer than the tape already on Peter’s face. These three strips did touch the skin.

Markus ripped off a long piece of tape, and placing one end on Peter’s cheek over the end of those last strips of tape, pulled it down and around Peter’s chin, smoothing the end down on Peter’s other cheek. Liam saw his best friend’s jaw close tightly, preventing him from opening his mouth underneath all that adhesive.

Liam watched as Markus added more and more vertical and horizontal strips to Peter’s already gagged face, each piece longer than the last. And with each one, it touched a little more of Peter’s skin. Finally, Markus seemed satisfied with his work, but Liam realized he still had a strip of tape attached to his finger. Markus wasn’t done yet. The teacher grabbed the final piece of tape, and once again ripped it in half longways. He then placed them down over Peter’s nose, each end attached to the mass of tape on either cheek. He placed a single kiss on the area that used to be Peter’s mouth, but what was now a mound of silencing silver.

“That’s much better. Don’t you agree Peter?”

“Mmmmffmmmm…” Peter whined as loudly as he could, but barely any noise escaped the face cocoon Markus had crafted.

Markus quickly cleared the bed of the remaining rolls of tape and cling wrap, setting the supplies down on one of the armchairs in the corner. He then stepped back in front of his immoble boyfriend. He pulled Peter into a big bear hug, even though the blonde protested.

“Liam, would you help me move Peter onto the bed? Like I said yesterday, this lughead is a bit hard to move on my own! Just grab his legs and lift him on to that side!” Markus pointed to what was apparently Peter’s side of the bed.

The two captors hefted Peter up, careful not to drop their prisoner, or rip their hard work. Markus guided Peter’s upper body while Liam pushed the lower body, until the wrapped up blonde was laying on his back. Markus adjusted his boyfriend’s pillow so it supported the angry taped up face.

“You make such a beautiful present. Maybe I should save you for Christmas!” Markus said as he placed another kiss on the gagged face of his boyfriend. Peter did not appreciate his boyfriend’s words however, and he began thrashing about. But try as he might, he could not burst forth from his silver chrysalis.

Markus let Peter struggle away and turned his full teacher stature to his student. “Well Liam? Will you be joining Peter? Or will we be making different bondage accommodations for you?”

Liam looked from his stoic instructor, to his wriggling friend, then back to his instructor. He thought of Peter's taunt a few minutes earlier. He thought back to everything he’d experienced over the last two days. Every tie, every gag, every loophole had led him to this moment.

Brimming with his newfound confidence, Liam looked Markus directly in the eye. “I’m ready Teach. Make me a mummy!”

[Volobond]

Mmmmm, having not only one, but TWO handsome models at your mercy? Lol even when their bodies are all covered up by tape, I still envy that handsome teacher. I'm glad Liam's still the Star Pupil - he should get little gold stars on his mummy

Anyway, I'm so bummed that the weekend is nearly over for our three protagonists, but I just get such a kick out of your descriptions and your characters that I can't even be sad because they make me so happy!

[Jason07]

See, I'm bummed because now I have to be jealous that these boys get to be mummified while I'm not. XDDD But seriously, I wish this were me. I love mummification, and these are all seriously good educational lessons on how to do these tie ups right, and how to do them safely. Mummification is a highly rewarding bondage experience, but doing it correctly requires keeping certain parts free for the sake of keeping the subject safe from overheating, which is where lots of people get things wrong.

Keep going with this dude! I'm excited for Liam to see what is next!

[bondagefreak]

[mention]gag1195[/mention] I've taken a quick gander at what appears to be a brilliant chapter, but am going to refrain from reading it properly until I catch up to this.

Mummification is a highly rewarding bondage experience, but doing it correctly requires keeping certain parts free for the sake of keeping the subject safe from overheating, which is where lots of people get things wrong.

As an avid fan of mummification and an experienced mummifier, I must respectfully disagree with you, my friend.

I started mummifying young guys roughly ten years ago, each session ranging from between three to nine hours.
I use industrial pallet wrap and wide Nashua duct tape. Nothing is left untapped save for the nostrils and occasionally, the eyes.

None of my victims have come out of it overly hot or extremely sweaty. Quite the opposite, most of the guys I regularly play with and mummify actually find it really comfortable and end up dozing off when I don't pay attention to them. Two have requested even longer sessions.


I realise this might also have to do with body type and metabolism, as I only fool around with small/slim/twinky guys...most of whom don't have a lot of fat on their bones. But from having spoken to a lot of subs on here and elsewhere, it seems that the biggest mistake mummifiers make is not compensating for the potential body-heat factor by lowering the ambient temperature.

Just to give you an example, Sniffingyoursocks on here is a big fan of mummification, his Dom is as well (I know them both). However, Sniffingyoursocks can barely last a full hour mummified. He lives in Switzerland, and, like in most of Europe, nobody has air conditioning at home. It's always 22-23c in the house, which makes mummification an absolute gross and sweaty experience. Europeans, Brits and folks who don't have AC at home are almost always overheating or sweating like crazy in such scenarios.

By contrast, my place is kept at 18-19c year-round and I lower the temperature as low as 17/16c when I'm mummifying a boi in my bedroom or living room. 16c = 61f for you Americans. It's chilly but exceedingly comfortable for the mummified twerp on my bed or living room floor.


My point is, a full-body mummification isn't a mistake, nor is it unsafe.
The mistake is not adjusting ambient temperature and, in some cases, lack of communication.
Most subs would be VERY dissatisfied with only a 95% body mummification. The vast majority of them would rather be asked if they're too hot, too cool or uncomfortable. Even with a thick gag, that semi-regular communication is critical. It's up to the Dom to ask the right questions.


The next time you're mummified, ask whoever's mummifying you to turn the AC on high (or open the windows a bit if it's in winter).
Standard home temperature is 21c (70f). Lowering that by a few Celsius degrees will make a world of difference.