12 hours (m/m)
Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2019 5:35 pm
Exam week is a stressful time of the year. I’ve found myself doing a lot of dumb things on the run up to my SATs and GCSEs, ranging from trying to live exclusively off Yorkie’s for days to convincing myself that exams were not important and setting all of my notes on fire. Neither of those panned out very well, although the second one went a lot worse than the first. But nothing will compare to the lack of brain cells that I used when I asked John, my friend (and on/off bondage sex partner), to leave me bound and gagged in his house for a full day.
If you want the backstory of how me and John met you can have a look at this link to the original story.
https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f= ... 971#p41971
All you need to know it that since then John and I saw each other a lot more often and, although he wasn’t interested in a proper relationship, we did ‘date’ in a sense throughout the first year. He’d drive me home from college, sometimes surprise tape me up in his passenger seat only to drag me into his house and torture me for hours. I loved it to bits, he was a great dom. He knew how to have fun in the role and quickly learned my limits and pushed me close to them every time he got the chance. Our bondage sessions (including what took place after the first story) usually involved him playing with my penis but not letting me cum until I reached the point of insanity and then making me perform oral sex on him while tied up. This usually meant I was in bondage for a good three hours or so, but being the rope junkie that I am, I eventually brought up the idea of him tying me up and leaving me for a whole day. He thought it was a great idea, but we didn’t dedicate a day to it until right before the year at college was over. Exam week seemed like a good choice because we both needed some fun to get us through the week and he had two exams on days where I had nothing.
We didn’t plan this out very well and being left in bondage is actually very dangerous, so I’m not going to advise that anyone does this. It was Monday morning and John’s exam wasn’t until the afternoon. The plan was for me to walk out of my house as though I was headed out to do some ‘studying’ and John would kidnap me and drive me home to keep his prisoner for the day.
So after I had plenty of breakfast I left the house at about 8.30 and started walking up my street. I didn’t get far when I noticed a hooded figure in my peripheral vision and my heart leapt. I acted like I hadn’t noticed it and suddenly a gloved hand clamped tightly around my mouth and carried me back into a small alley where his car was parked. The figure pushed me onto the back seat and removed his hand from my mouth suddenly. I looked through the window and saw a woman staring at me. John had removed his hood, letting his long hair flow and was reassuring the woman that it was just a game. I showed her my hands and said “yeah, it’s okay I’m not really being kidnapped!” She frowned and walked off with John shouting sorry after her. Not off to a fantastic start but it gave us something to laugh about.
John got back into character. “Put your hands behind your back or you’ll be sorry,” he demanded. I did as I was told and he tightly wound tape around my wrists. He did the same with my upper legs and feet before pulling me out of the backseat and opening up his boot. My eyes went wild, as I’d never been in the boot before but before I could complain, John shut me up by winding the thick black tape around my mouth and then putting a strip over my eyes. He then shoved in the boot, making sure my feet wouldn’t get caught. “MMMPH-MMM!!” I protested. The boot door closed. I could hear John getting in the car and moaned beneath my gag. “Shut up!” he said harshly, as he put the car in gear and we started to drive off. It took me a minute to get used to feeling of being in the boot, my balance was a bit off as I had no idea what direction he was driving in. I was very turned on though, the feeling of being in that tight claustrophobic space really made me feel like I was being kidnapped. I got stiff in no time.
When we arrived, John opened up his car door and ripped off my blindfold. I looked up at him, squirming and mmphing as he laughed maniacally at me. He had put his hood back on and was in his element as the cruel kidnapper. He carried me over his shoulder and took me into his (thankfully) empty house. In not too long I was in his all too familiar bedroom. He dropped me onto his bed and opened up his wardrobe which was full of bondage paraphernalia. Most of it I was already familiar with, but I played my part as the unassuming victim and burst into a frenzy of terrified mumbles and thrashes against my bonds. “Quiet slave!” John shouted as he came over and slapped my arse hard. I stopped moving. “Now, I’m going to put you into some slightly more comfortable bonds, and if you resist or try to escape, I will make you more than sorry...understood?” I made no noise. He slapped my arse even harder than before “UNDERSTOOD?” I mmphed yes and nodded my head repeatedly.
It took a while to undo the tape but not a second after I was out of it, I was lying flat again on bed, this time naked, with my arms behind my back. I resisted and complained which lead to a spanking so severe it left a large red hand shaped mark on my left buttock for over a day. He firmly grasped my balls and told me to behave, so I complied. I was put into a strict hogtie, with my arms and legs linked together with nylon rope. “Please let me go, I’ve got money, I’ll give you—MMPH!” John covered my mouth with his hand and shushed me, grabbing a black ballgag with his other hands and making short effort of strapping it tightly in place. He pushed me onto my side and found a cockring in his draw, which he fitted on to me and left on the low vibration setting. I moaned under the gag as the cockring added to how horny I already was. I felt like I was almost on the verge of cumming already.
John spent the next hour mainly leaving me to struggle in my bonds while he did some revision, though he would occasionally come over and slap my naked arse really hard or shove my head in his crotch just to humiliate me. When he got bored of his revision he decided to pull out some clothespins. I had an idea where this was going and struggled hard, but I could do nothing to stop him as he pushed me on my side and prepared to put them on both my nipples. He teased it and teased it for almost a minute, with my closing my eyes not ready to experience the pain. Finally he let them bite my nipples and I felt myself lurch backwards as he did that. They were very tightly pinching me and the pain only got worse when I was dropped back onto my belly. I mmphed in my disapproval and my eyes started to water. To counteract the pain, John decided to add more pleasure by increasing the vibrating setting on the cockring, which honestly did help bring me back to my helpless happy place.
“If you think you’re getting out soon, you’re sourly mistaken, slave,” John taunted as a I wriggled around on the bed. He had a third clothespin which he brought closer and closer to my face. I shook hard as he pushed it onto my nose, clamping my nostrils tightly shut. We had practised breathplay a few times before so I wasn’t too freaked out, I actually rather enjoyed it. I struggled hard but couldn’t make much noise outside of the corners of my mouth with the big ballgag filling most of it. John decided to take the black tape from earlier and wrap it round my gag to ensure that not a peep came out. He then upped the vibration level on the cockring again and left me to rub my hard on against the bed as he tortured me. My eyes widened as he kept me breathless for almost a minute before letting me breathe. He let me catch my breath and put the clothespin on my nose again, standing up and slapping my arse as I rubbed my hard on on his duvet. After 30 seconds he let me breathe again but this time he waited until I breathed out to pinch it shut meaning I had no air. I struggled violently against the tangled ropes while John set the cockring on the highest setting and fondled my balls. I didn’t last lost thankfully. I had an orgasm that lasted for what must have been 20 seconds and completely soaked John’s duvet with my cum. He finally removed the clothespin from my nose (but kept them on my nipples) and I breathed heavily in.
John pulled the ballgag out of my mouth and left it hanging around my neck. He pulled me so I was hanging slightly off the edge of the bed facing him and pulled down his trousers. Grateful for letting me cum, I let him do whatever he wanted to me while I was hogtied. He shoved his hard on deep into my mouth, pulling on my shoulders, forcing me up and down on his cock. Every time he would send him penis further and further to the back of my throat, making me gag. I noticed his dick got harder when he heard my gagging and gargling noises. For about five minutes straight I licked and deep-throated his penis before he came inside my mouth. Before I could spit it out, he regagged me. We both lay there catching our breath. I looked up at the clock and noticed John had another hour and a half before his exam started and mmphed to get his attention.
I’ll write the next part soon!
If you want the backstory of how me and John met you can have a look at this link to the original story.
https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f= ... 971#p41971
All you need to know it that since then John and I saw each other a lot more often and, although he wasn’t interested in a proper relationship, we did ‘date’ in a sense throughout the first year. He’d drive me home from college, sometimes surprise tape me up in his passenger seat only to drag me into his house and torture me for hours. I loved it to bits, he was a great dom. He knew how to have fun in the role and quickly learned my limits and pushed me close to them every time he got the chance. Our bondage sessions (including what took place after the first story) usually involved him playing with my penis but not letting me cum until I reached the point of insanity and then making me perform oral sex on him while tied up. This usually meant I was in bondage for a good three hours or so, but being the rope junkie that I am, I eventually brought up the idea of him tying me up and leaving me for a whole day. He thought it was a great idea, but we didn’t dedicate a day to it until right before the year at college was over. Exam week seemed like a good choice because we both needed some fun to get us through the week and he had two exams on days where I had nothing.
We didn’t plan this out very well and being left in bondage is actually very dangerous, so I’m not going to advise that anyone does this. It was Monday morning and John’s exam wasn’t until the afternoon. The plan was for me to walk out of my house as though I was headed out to do some ‘studying’ and John would kidnap me and drive me home to keep his prisoner for the day.
So after I had plenty of breakfast I left the house at about 8.30 and started walking up my street. I didn’t get far when I noticed a hooded figure in my peripheral vision and my heart leapt. I acted like I hadn’t noticed it and suddenly a gloved hand clamped tightly around my mouth and carried me back into a small alley where his car was parked. The figure pushed me onto the back seat and removed his hand from my mouth suddenly. I looked through the window and saw a woman staring at me. John had removed his hood, letting his long hair flow and was reassuring the woman that it was just a game. I showed her my hands and said “yeah, it’s okay I’m not really being kidnapped!” She frowned and walked off with John shouting sorry after her. Not off to a fantastic start but it gave us something to laugh about.
John got back into character. “Put your hands behind your back or you’ll be sorry,” he demanded. I did as I was told and he tightly wound tape around my wrists. He did the same with my upper legs and feet before pulling me out of the backseat and opening up his boot. My eyes went wild, as I’d never been in the boot before but before I could complain, John shut me up by winding the thick black tape around my mouth and then putting a strip over my eyes. He then shoved in the boot, making sure my feet wouldn’t get caught. “MMMPH-MMM!!” I protested. The boot door closed. I could hear John getting in the car and moaned beneath my gag. “Shut up!” he said harshly, as he put the car in gear and we started to drive off. It took me a minute to get used to feeling of being in the boot, my balance was a bit off as I had no idea what direction he was driving in. I was very turned on though, the feeling of being in that tight claustrophobic space really made me feel like I was being kidnapped. I got stiff in no time.
When we arrived, John opened up his car door and ripped off my blindfold. I looked up at him, squirming and mmphing as he laughed maniacally at me. He had put his hood back on and was in his element as the cruel kidnapper. He carried me over his shoulder and took me into his (thankfully) empty house. In not too long I was in his all too familiar bedroom. He dropped me onto his bed and opened up his wardrobe which was full of bondage paraphernalia. Most of it I was already familiar with, but I played my part as the unassuming victim and burst into a frenzy of terrified mumbles and thrashes against my bonds. “Quiet slave!” John shouted as he came over and slapped my arse hard. I stopped moving. “Now, I’m going to put you into some slightly more comfortable bonds, and if you resist or try to escape, I will make you more than sorry...understood?” I made no noise. He slapped my arse even harder than before “UNDERSTOOD?” I mmphed yes and nodded my head repeatedly.
It took a while to undo the tape but not a second after I was out of it, I was lying flat again on bed, this time naked, with my arms behind my back. I resisted and complained which lead to a spanking so severe it left a large red hand shaped mark on my left buttock for over a day. He firmly grasped my balls and told me to behave, so I complied. I was put into a strict hogtie, with my arms and legs linked together with nylon rope. “Please let me go, I’ve got money, I’ll give you—MMPH!” John covered my mouth with his hand and shushed me, grabbing a black ballgag with his other hands and making short effort of strapping it tightly in place. He pushed me onto my side and found a cockring in his draw, which he fitted on to me and left on the low vibration setting. I moaned under the gag as the cockring added to how horny I already was. I felt like I was almost on the verge of cumming already.
John spent the next hour mainly leaving me to struggle in my bonds while he did some revision, though he would occasionally come over and slap my naked arse really hard or shove my head in his crotch just to humiliate me. When he got bored of his revision he decided to pull out some clothespins. I had an idea where this was going and struggled hard, but I could do nothing to stop him as he pushed me on my side and prepared to put them on both my nipples. He teased it and teased it for almost a minute, with my closing my eyes not ready to experience the pain. Finally he let them bite my nipples and I felt myself lurch backwards as he did that. They were very tightly pinching me and the pain only got worse when I was dropped back onto my belly. I mmphed in my disapproval and my eyes started to water. To counteract the pain, John decided to add more pleasure by increasing the vibrating setting on the cockring, which honestly did help bring me back to my helpless happy place.
“If you think you’re getting out soon, you’re sourly mistaken, slave,” John taunted as a I wriggled around on the bed. He had a third clothespin which he brought closer and closer to my face. I shook hard as he pushed it onto my nose, clamping my nostrils tightly shut. We had practised breathplay a few times before so I wasn’t too freaked out, I actually rather enjoyed it. I struggled hard but couldn’t make much noise outside of the corners of my mouth with the big ballgag filling most of it. John decided to take the black tape from earlier and wrap it round my gag to ensure that not a peep came out. He then upped the vibration level on the cockring again and left me to rub my hard on against the bed as he tortured me. My eyes widened as he kept me breathless for almost a minute before letting me breathe. He let me catch my breath and put the clothespin on my nose again, standing up and slapping my arse as I rubbed my hard on on his duvet. After 30 seconds he let me breathe again but this time he waited until I breathed out to pinch it shut meaning I had no air. I struggled violently against the tangled ropes while John set the cockring on the highest setting and fondled my balls. I didn’t last lost thankfully. I had an orgasm that lasted for what must have been 20 seconds and completely soaked John’s duvet with my cum. He finally removed the clothespin from my nose (but kept them on my nipples) and I breathed heavily in.
John pulled the ballgag out of my mouth and left it hanging around my neck. He pulled me so I was hanging slightly off the edge of the bed facing him and pulled down his trousers. Grateful for letting me cum, I let him do whatever he wanted to me while I was hogtied. He shoved his hard on deep into my mouth, pulling on my shoulders, forcing me up and down on his cock. Every time he would send him penis further and further to the back of my throat, making me gag. I noticed his dick got harder when he heard my gagging and gargling noises. For about five minutes straight I licked and deep-throated his penis before he came inside my mouth. Before I could spit it out, he regagged me. We both lay there catching our breath. I looked up at the clock and noticed John had another hour and a half before his exam started and mmphed to get his attention.
I’ll write the next part soon!