Too Good to be True (M/M) EPILOGUE ADDED
Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2020 6:06 pm
A young down gear fetishist and bondage enthusiast finds himself in over his head when he meets a man of similar interests. The saying ‘too good to be true’ takes on a very real meaning
Chapter One
“This is certainly quite the collection.”
I was standing in a hotel room with a man I had initially met online, and was now officially meeting for the first time in person. We had initially started talking on a down gear fetish forum, he was DownGearDom and I was MummyBagBound. We had spoken consistently for six months, getting to know each other, finding out other kinks, other interests, and he had seemed like a pretty cool guy. Eventually we had come to discover that we didn’t live too far from each other, just a couple hours drive. I had actually been the one to suggest we could meet at a hotel about halfway between us for some sleeping bag bondage. He agreed and so within a few days he had said he found a hotel, paid for the room and was loading up his car with the supplies. As the days counted down to our meeting, my excitement was steadily growing as he sent photos of his sleeping bag collection being taken out of his basement storage area, enough ratchet straps to restrain a herd of elephants, and so many rolls of duct tape he could then complete that same feat twice over. With my excitement at an all time high on the day before I was set to meet him, he sent a few pics that hinted at him keeping a few items hidden from me, to unveil as a surprise to me the next day. I couldn’t sleep that evening, the anticipation was driving me crazy. Finally the day came, I hopped into my car and sped out of my suburban neighbourhood, flying onto the freeway and accelerating off down the highway, towards the hotel an hour away.
We had exchanged cell numbers a few days prior to make contacting each other easier as we wouldn’t have access to the down gear forum without reliable wifi. I messaged him to tell him I had arrived and was in the parking lot. He responded within a few seconds, telling me he had already arrived and checked in, and that I just needed to come up to the room. I quickly exited my car and headed into the hotel, my eagerness growing, and making everything else around me blur into the background. I arrived at our room and gave a quick knock. Within moments the door swung open and I was finally face to face with the man I knew as DownGearDom.
We had discussed our physical appearances to each other on a few occasions, trying to paint a decent enough picture of ourselves to each other despite the limitations of the down gear forum’s spotty photo sharing. He had mentioned several times that he was a large, muscle bound man and to that end he was certainly not kidding. He stood nearly a foot taller than me, which I had told myself wouldn’t be a shock, but he was 6’4” to my 5’7”. I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye, otherwise I was staring at his massive chest, and I do mean massive. He had said he was a solid 215 pounds, and from what I could see, that was pure muscle. I was 145 pounds, and while physically fit there was no chance I could outcompete him in strength.
He invited me into the suite and we settled into the living room. He had a glass of water already set for me which I thanked him for. We began to chat, mostly just small talk at first before we moved onto the more fun discussion. After talking for about half an hour he finally acknowledged how I was practically vibrating with anticipation, and he joked that he’d better get me tied down before I started bouncing off the walls. To this I happily agreed. He got up and led me into the bedroom of the suite. When I entered, my jaw dropped.
Laid out on the bed in front of me was an assortment of sleeping bags. Synthetic, down, mummy and rectangular, there was a bag for every preference of style. In this case though, I had my eye on preference for temperature, and each of the bags in front of me were rated for the negative temperatures of Canadian winters. There were two thick, black mummy bags laid out on the bed, both had been unzipped and sat now like hungry animals awaiting their prey, which in this case was me. Aside from those two, there was also a light blue mummy bag, which seemed to be the lightest of the bags, a thick light purple mummy bag, a bright red mummy bag, and two brown synthetic bags lined with a soft red material, each of those bags were extremely thick.
DownGearDom asked if I was ready to begin, and I quickly replied in the affirmative. He asked me to strip down to my underwear, which I did. I folded my clothes and set them down next to the bedside table. When I turned back to my soon to be captor, he already had a roll of black pallet wrap in his hands. The roll was wide and seemed untouched. He began by wrapping my right leg, from ankle to my crotch. The roll was so long that it only took him two revolutions to completely cover my leg. He then repeated the process on my left leg. Following this, he moved onto my right arm, wrapping it from my wrist to my shoulder, and repeated the process again on my left arm. Finally he covered my torso, from waist to chest with a layer of the thin, yet strong pallet wrap.
Now he asked me to put my legs together and keep my arms out of the way. He bent down and began wrapping my legs together with the pallet wrap. He moved slowly, despite the size of the wrap he could have had me mummified with the stuff in only a few minutes. No, he was enjoying taking his time. He had always said he wanted to make me completely helpless, that the only way it was bondage was if it was truly inescapable and as such he was going to ensure that that is the treatment I got. The room was nearly silent, the pallet wrap was gliding off of the roll. It took about 10 revolutions to get to my waist, and then he began to wrap in the opposite direction, encasing my legs in a second layer.
Now he put down the large roll of pallet wrap, and began to ruffle around in his duffle bag of equipment. He pulled out a smaller roll, of the same black pallet wrap, but now in a hand held dispenser. He guided me down onto the bed and used the hand held dispenser roll to completely wrap my feet, first individually, then wrapping them together. He made sure to overlap my feet wrapping with my ankles, so now from the waist down, I was a solid black plastic mass. Now he used the hand held wrap on my uncovered shoulders, wrapping over the top of the shoulder, then down across the opposite of my chest and vice versa. Finally he asked me to hold my hands each in a fist and he quickly covered both in the sticky pallet wrap. As I flexed my fingers in their new prisons, I suddenly felt truly helpless. Up until this point I had been gradually losing my freedom of movement, but it doesn’t feel real until you can no longer use your hands.
With everything below my neck now covered in at least one layer of pallet wrap, DownGearDom turned back to the larger roll of the stuff and set to mummifying my upper body with the pallet wrap. He ordered me to put my hands to my sides, clearly his dom personality starting to take over. Starting at my now useless pallet wrap mittened hands which hung just past my waist, he started wrapping me up, slowly, steadily, and extremely tight. Again he repeated his method of wrapping up to my shoulders, this time it only took about 5 revolutions, before he then began to wrap back in the opposite direction, towards my hands. I was now effectively mummified. Everything aside from my head was completely covered in several layers of industrial strength pallet wrap. Even if I wanted to be free, there was no chance I’d be able to break out of this. DownGearDom now lowered me onto the bed, I felt truly helpless as he did so.
With me now lying on the bed, DownGearDom turned back to his duffel bag of equipment. I was now lying in between the two thick black mummy bags, and attempted to rub my face along their soft nylon surface. I was completely helpless, but we had both discussed what we were hoping to get out of this interaction. I wanted to be excessively bound, to be bound and gagged to a point that if I had the rest of my life to escape, I wouldn’t even put a dent in my bondage, and then have more layers of bondage added on to that. DownGearDom was more than happy to oblige me in this regard. So while he was collecting the several rolls of duct tape he intended on adding to my already inescapable cocoon I lay there, excitedly awaiting what the rest of the evening would present.
Chapter One
“This is certainly quite the collection.”
I was standing in a hotel room with a man I had initially met online, and was now officially meeting for the first time in person. We had initially started talking on a down gear fetish forum, he was DownGearDom and I was MummyBagBound. We had spoken consistently for six months, getting to know each other, finding out other kinks, other interests, and he had seemed like a pretty cool guy. Eventually we had come to discover that we didn’t live too far from each other, just a couple hours drive. I had actually been the one to suggest we could meet at a hotel about halfway between us for some sleeping bag bondage. He agreed and so within a few days he had said he found a hotel, paid for the room and was loading up his car with the supplies. As the days counted down to our meeting, my excitement was steadily growing as he sent photos of his sleeping bag collection being taken out of his basement storage area, enough ratchet straps to restrain a herd of elephants, and so many rolls of duct tape he could then complete that same feat twice over. With my excitement at an all time high on the day before I was set to meet him, he sent a few pics that hinted at him keeping a few items hidden from me, to unveil as a surprise to me the next day. I couldn’t sleep that evening, the anticipation was driving me crazy. Finally the day came, I hopped into my car and sped out of my suburban neighbourhood, flying onto the freeway and accelerating off down the highway, towards the hotel an hour away.
We had exchanged cell numbers a few days prior to make contacting each other easier as we wouldn’t have access to the down gear forum without reliable wifi. I messaged him to tell him I had arrived and was in the parking lot. He responded within a few seconds, telling me he had already arrived and checked in, and that I just needed to come up to the room. I quickly exited my car and headed into the hotel, my eagerness growing, and making everything else around me blur into the background. I arrived at our room and gave a quick knock. Within moments the door swung open and I was finally face to face with the man I knew as DownGearDom.
We had discussed our physical appearances to each other on a few occasions, trying to paint a decent enough picture of ourselves to each other despite the limitations of the down gear forum’s spotty photo sharing. He had mentioned several times that he was a large, muscle bound man and to that end he was certainly not kidding. He stood nearly a foot taller than me, which I had told myself wouldn’t be a shock, but he was 6’4” to my 5’7”. I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye, otherwise I was staring at his massive chest, and I do mean massive. He had said he was a solid 215 pounds, and from what I could see, that was pure muscle. I was 145 pounds, and while physically fit there was no chance I could outcompete him in strength.
He invited me into the suite and we settled into the living room. He had a glass of water already set for me which I thanked him for. We began to chat, mostly just small talk at first before we moved onto the more fun discussion. After talking for about half an hour he finally acknowledged how I was practically vibrating with anticipation, and he joked that he’d better get me tied down before I started bouncing off the walls. To this I happily agreed. He got up and led me into the bedroom of the suite. When I entered, my jaw dropped.
Laid out on the bed in front of me was an assortment of sleeping bags. Synthetic, down, mummy and rectangular, there was a bag for every preference of style. In this case though, I had my eye on preference for temperature, and each of the bags in front of me were rated for the negative temperatures of Canadian winters. There were two thick, black mummy bags laid out on the bed, both had been unzipped and sat now like hungry animals awaiting their prey, which in this case was me. Aside from those two, there was also a light blue mummy bag, which seemed to be the lightest of the bags, a thick light purple mummy bag, a bright red mummy bag, and two brown synthetic bags lined with a soft red material, each of those bags were extremely thick.
DownGearDom asked if I was ready to begin, and I quickly replied in the affirmative. He asked me to strip down to my underwear, which I did. I folded my clothes and set them down next to the bedside table. When I turned back to my soon to be captor, he already had a roll of black pallet wrap in his hands. The roll was wide and seemed untouched. He began by wrapping my right leg, from ankle to my crotch. The roll was so long that it only took him two revolutions to completely cover my leg. He then repeated the process on my left leg. Following this, he moved onto my right arm, wrapping it from my wrist to my shoulder, and repeated the process again on my left arm. Finally he covered my torso, from waist to chest with a layer of the thin, yet strong pallet wrap.
Now he asked me to put my legs together and keep my arms out of the way. He bent down and began wrapping my legs together with the pallet wrap. He moved slowly, despite the size of the wrap he could have had me mummified with the stuff in only a few minutes. No, he was enjoying taking his time. He had always said he wanted to make me completely helpless, that the only way it was bondage was if it was truly inescapable and as such he was going to ensure that that is the treatment I got. The room was nearly silent, the pallet wrap was gliding off of the roll. It took about 10 revolutions to get to my waist, and then he began to wrap in the opposite direction, encasing my legs in a second layer.
Now he put down the large roll of pallet wrap, and began to ruffle around in his duffle bag of equipment. He pulled out a smaller roll, of the same black pallet wrap, but now in a hand held dispenser. He guided me down onto the bed and used the hand held dispenser roll to completely wrap my feet, first individually, then wrapping them together. He made sure to overlap my feet wrapping with my ankles, so now from the waist down, I was a solid black plastic mass. Now he used the hand held wrap on my uncovered shoulders, wrapping over the top of the shoulder, then down across the opposite of my chest and vice versa. Finally he asked me to hold my hands each in a fist and he quickly covered both in the sticky pallet wrap. As I flexed my fingers in their new prisons, I suddenly felt truly helpless. Up until this point I had been gradually losing my freedom of movement, but it doesn’t feel real until you can no longer use your hands.
With everything below my neck now covered in at least one layer of pallet wrap, DownGearDom turned back to the larger roll of the stuff and set to mummifying my upper body with the pallet wrap. He ordered me to put my hands to my sides, clearly his dom personality starting to take over. Starting at my now useless pallet wrap mittened hands which hung just past my waist, he started wrapping me up, slowly, steadily, and extremely tight. Again he repeated his method of wrapping up to my shoulders, this time it only took about 5 revolutions, before he then began to wrap back in the opposite direction, towards my hands. I was now effectively mummified. Everything aside from my head was completely covered in several layers of industrial strength pallet wrap. Even if I wanted to be free, there was no chance I’d be able to break out of this. DownGearDom now lowered me onto the bed, I felt truly helpless as he did so.
With me now lying on the bed, DownGearDom turned back to his duffel bag of equipment. I was now lying in between the two thick black mummy bags, and attempted to rub my face along their soft nylon surface. I was completely helpless, but we had both discussed what we were hoping to get out of this interaction. I wanted to be excessively bound, to be bound and gagged to a point that if I had the rest of my life to escape, I wouldn’t even put a dent in my bondage, and then have more layers of bondage added on to that. DownGearDom was more than happy to oblige me in this regard. So while he was collecting the several rolls of duct tape he intended on adding to my already inescapable cocoon I lay there, excitedly awaiting what the rest of the evening would present.