The Hostage (FF/M)

[MaxRoper]

[There was a longer story here, most of which has been excised. If you’re like me (and I know I am) the preliminaries are often just chaff to be sifted through on the way to the Good Stuff. As usual, I’ve chosen to eliminate the chaff.]

The older woman held the gun. It looked enormous. Meanwhile the blonde pulled several bundles of rope from her satchel.

“I’m going to tie you up now,” she said matter-of-factly. ”I don’t want to hurt you but we need time to get away. Please don’t make us use force.”

I nodded. I’d assumed this situation could end poorly. There was a cold hardness to the older woman and I had no doubt she’d use the weapon if necessary. If allowing myself to be tied up was the way to avoid that eventuality I wasn’t going to argue.

The blonde put a sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room and told me to sit.

“Not yet,” said the older woman. “He’ll need to strip first. My experience tells me a naked man is less likely to cause problems.”

The blonde shrugged. “You heard her.”

I hesitated, then nodded again, removed my jeans and tee shirt, and sat, feeling like I’d gotten away with something by retaining my briefs. The blonde moved in with her bundles of rope.

She began by tying my wrists together behind the chair, wrapping them and cinching between. She wrapped a rope around my chest and upper arms, cinching it up tight. Another rope went round my waist holding me against the chair back. It was snug but not excessively uncomfortable. She knew what she was doing.

She knelt to tie my ankles and I felt myself responding to the sight of her legs doubled up under her. The cotton briefs did little to hide my growing erection. She gave me an up-from-under look.

“Apparently you like this.” She smiled. “Sorry, but there’s no time for me to deal with you properly now. Perhaps some other time.”



She gave my cock a gentle squeeze, then set to work tying my legs. She roped them up at my ankles, calves and thighs, then pulled my feet under the chair and attached my ankles to my wrists. By this time I was quite aroused.

I’ve read about people being tied up so they couldn’t move a muscle. That always seemed unlikely and in fact I could move a few muscles, but that movement was decidedly useless. I could wiggle my knees back and forth a few millimeters. Likewise my shoulders. But I certainly wasn’t going anywhere until someone untied a lot of knots.

“I’ll call the police when we’re well away and alert them to your predicament,” she said. “I’m afraid you may be here a while. We do appreciate your cooperation.”

Her accomplice snorted at that. And then they left.

I wiggled around for a while, seeing if there was any give in the ropes. I didn’t have any success but the waist rope was close to my crotch and my futile struggles slowly became more about rubbing the rope than about escaping. Then it occurred to me how embarrassing it would be to have the police find me with a large wet spot on my undershorts. That wouldn’t be good. I eased off and tried sitting quietly. The excitement sort of drifted away but was still in the background. I kept thinking of how she looked kneeling in front of me, her head even with my crotch.

I unconsciously began wriggling against the rope and was once again nearing orgasm when I realized what I was doing.

Stop. Regroup. Do NOT think about her legs.

Right.

I was doing alright, the pressure was backing off, except there was a tiny wet spot already visible where the tip of my cock was pushing against the fabric of my briefs.

The cops would see that bit. It wasn’t going to dry. I hoped they wouldn’t mention it.

I heard a car pull into the driveway, saw blue and red lights flashing against the wall.

The door was unlocked. They knocked a few times, then came in, announcing their presence loudly.

Oh my God. It’s two policewomen, one tall and slim, one short and powerful. The short one smiled reassuringly.

“I’m sure there’s quite a story here. But first let’s just get you untied, shall we?” she said as she squatted in front of me, her thighs and calves bunching up in that way I find so irresistible, even under police uniform trousers.

She placed her muscular left forearm on my bare thigh to balance herself as she began picking at the knots. Her sleeve was rolled up and it was skin-to-skin for a moment.

That was all it took.


[Windrunner]

[There was a longer story here, most of which has been excised. If you’re like me (and I know I am) the preliminaries are often just chaff to be sifted through on the way to the Good Stuff. As usual, I’ve chosen to eliminate the chaff.]

Your writing is always enjoyable, and while I won't argue that I'm reading the story because of "the good stuff" please don't hesitate to leave the preliminaries in there!

That said, for a short story, it certainly painted a vivid - and enjoyable - story for me!

[Koncrete]

This is an actual low key fear for me haha. If someone tied me up in a threatening or joking manner theres a good chance I get aroused and make things awkward! Of course I guess if I was actually being kidnapped being awkward would be the least of my worries.

[MaxRoper]

[mention]Windrunner[/mention]
I'm glad you liked it.
I'm a ruthless editor. My stories usually start long and end up short.This one is a couple years old and was originally posted elsewhere. I honestly can't recall most of the excised bits. I'll see if I can leave a little more in sometimes.

Thank you for taking the time to comment!

[MaxRoper]

[mention]Koncrete[/mention]
I have the same fear of being embarrassed by my love of bondage arising at an inconvenient time. That theme seems to crop up in my stories now and then.

I'm very grateful for your comments.

[Lost_the_keys]

Great story, too bad the women never came back and had a little fun with you. Or, maybe the police women decided to take their break before freeing you.

[DallasNotAustin]

Ahhhh such a good story but that’s a fear of mine too. I hate that my love of bondage can also backfire at times when it really shouldn’t. Good job though!

[MaxRoper]

[mention]DallasNotAustin[/mention] [mention]Lost_the_keys[/mention]
I'm glad you liked my story. Thank you for taking the time to comment. It truly means a lot.

[rohan@babu]

Will we have a part 2 for it ?

[MaxRoper]

[mention]rohan@babu[/mention] I don't usually continue things and this was originally conceived as a one-off, but who knows. There could be more to this story (but probably not).

Thanks for taking the time to leave a note!