Security Guard (m/m)
Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2019 1:12 am
This actually happened, several years ago on a trip to Los Angeles. I was headed back to LA and stopped for the evening at a Hampton Inn off the 405 in northwest LA. I had been driving several hours so I was pretty tired. I got to the check-in desk and looked over to my left to see a Spanish looking older guy, wearing a Security uniform. Nothing unusual there—maybe they had unruly guests, but this guy had a belt on loaded with an assortment of handcuffs, maybe even some leg irons.
My first thought was, I’d love to be locked up in a bunch of them. Instead I just checked into my room, went out to Denny’s across the street and then back to the hotel. Don’t remember if the guard was there when I got back, but the mere fact I am now writing about this brief sighting shows how powerful the image and desire was all those years ago.
So much for the truth, now comes the fantasy.
I returned form Denny’s no longer hungry for food and spotted the same guard standing off to the side of the check in desk, looking very intimidating with so many manacles dangling from his belt. There must have been at least twenty, of various thicknesses and styles.
“Hi,” I meekly said, “do you guys have a lot of trouble with people here that you need so many handcuffs?” figuring this would break the ice with him.
“Yeah, sometimes I need to restrain a few people before the Police arrive. We’ve found the Police don’t always respond so quick so I become the law, so to speak.”
“So, what was the least offensive thing someone did that you had to cuff them?” I asked.
I thought I saw a slight smirk in the Guard’s smile, behind his moustache and handsome face. “One night some kid tried to steal my wallet—that was the stupidest thing,” he replied eyeing me up and down. I had on a tight grey T-shirt, blue jeans and sneaks (or maybe boots).
I decided to lie to him. “Well, if I must say so myself, I’m something of an escape artist. I’d love to see if you could restrain me and make it so I can’t escape, and see if I can.”
He gazed at me again and blurted out: “Sure, I’ll gladly handcuff you and see how good you are at escaping. But here’s the deal: I’ll need to keep you somewhere inconspicuous—not here in the lobby. And I’ll continue to make my rounds, every 15-30 minutes or so. If you’re not out I’ll add another fetter to challenge you more.”
I was getting highly aroused and maybe not thinking straight with my head—who knows what this guy might do to me. “Sure,” I suggested, “pretend I tried to steal your wallet and you need to call the cops. Then you can add more and more cuffs as long as you want, or until I say, ‘Uncle?’’
“OK,” h replied, “it’s a deal. But you have to accept everything you see on this belt, and a few more in my office.” He must have seen the puzzled look on my face, and added, “it’s nothing you can’t stand.”
I noticed a hardon in my jeans, so I reached over to try to grab his wallet. “you shouldn’t have done that boy. Hands up against the wall!” as he pushed me down the corridor leading to some offices. He kicked my feet apart and grabbed my right wrist and twisted it behind my back, swiftly snapping a shiny metal handcuff on my wrist. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, the cuff grabbed my wrist and he pulled my left hand and arm around to join the right, snapping the other end around my resisting wrist: CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. I put up a little struggle, just to see his reaction.
“Watch it boi!” he barked as he grabbed another set of irons and proceeded to snap these onto my ankles. I notice about a ten-inch chain going between the shiny metal cuffs. I almost came right there but he marched me to his office, where he plopped my down on a metal chair, pulling my wrists over the back.
“This is great,” I said, as he seemed to be preoccupied with searching for something else.
“I can’t have you making a lot of noise while I go on my rounds, so…” he pulled out a roll of two-inch gray duct tape and rubber ball.
“No one said anything about a gag!,” I protested. He simply grabbed my nose and closed my nostrils, causing me to open my mouth to breath. He shoved this two-inch rubber ball into my mouth, pushing it past my teeth, filling my mouth and forcing my tongue down. I screamed as loud as I could but he slapped the end of the duct tape onto my left cheek and pulled it across my lips, sealing them shut and quieting me considerably.
"Shut up, boi, you asked for this!" he barked. He pulled the tape around the back of my head and continued circumnavigating my mouth and head several more times, higher and lower, even adding some tape under my chin up to my cheeks.
“MMMPPPHH! AARRGGHH" I yelled, to no avail. He smiled and started looking through my pockets, emptying them of their contents. As he pulled my belt off one my handcuff keys fell to the floor behind me.
“I see-I think I’ll just put this somewhere for safe keeping," as he placed it inside my left sock and allowed it to fall under the leg iron cuff, into my shoe. He slowly clicked the leg iron tighter, and double locked every cuff.
" That should be enough of a challenge for you for now, boi. Hope you’re out before I get back otherwise its more restrictions. Hope you had no plans for a while!”
Immediately I realized we hadn’t agreed to a time limit, and watched as this guard I had just met not 20 minutes ago, now had me bound and gagged in an office where no one but him had any idea where I was. I grabbed around the handcuffs and found no opening area around either of the tight metal cuffs.
I was in ecstasy and fearful all at the same time and closed my eyes, screaming into that thick mass of rubber and duct tape, bucked in the chair and came in my pants!
My first thought was, I’d love to be locked up in a bunch of them. Instead I just checked into my room, went out to Denny’s across the street and then back to the hotel. Don’t remember if the guard was there when I got back, but the mere fact I am now writing about this brief sighting shows how powerful the image and desire was all those years ago.
So much for the truth, now comes the fantasy.
I returned form Denny’s no longer hungry for food and spotted the same guard standing off to the side of the check in desk, looking very intimidating with so many manacles dangling from his belt. There must have been at least twenty, of various thicknesses and styles.
“Hi,” I meekly said, “do you guys have a lot of trouble with people here that you need so many handcuffs?” figuring this would break the ice with him.
“Yeah, sometimes I need to restrain a few people before the Police arrive. We’ve found the Police don’t always respond so quick so I become the law, so to speak.”
“So, what was the least offensive thing someone did that you had to cuff them?” I asked.
I thought I saw a slight smirk in the Guard’s smile, behind his moustache and handsome face. “One night some kid tried to steal my wallet—that was the stupidest thing,” he replied eyeing me up and down. I had on a tight grey T-shirt, blue jeans and sneaks (or maybe boots).
I decided to lie to him. “Well, if I must say so myself, I’m something of an escape artist. I’d love to see if you could restrain me and make it so I can’t escape, and see if I can.”
He gazed at me again and blurted out: “Sure, I’ll gladly handcuff you and see how good you are at escaping. But here’s the deal: I’ll need to keep you somewhere inconspicuous—not here in the lobby. And I’ll continue to make my rounds, every 15-30 minutes or so. If you’re not out I’ll add another fetter to challenge you more.”
I was getting highly aroused and maybe not thinking straight with my head—who knows what this guy might do to me. “Sure,” I suggested, “pretend I tried to steal your wallet and you need to call the cops. Then you can add more and more cuffs as long as you want, or until I say, ‘Uncle?’’
“OK,” h replied, “it’s a deal. But you have to accept everything you see on this belt, and a few more in my office.” He must have seen the puzzled look on my face, and added, “it’s nothing you can’t stand.”
I noticed a hardon in my jeans, so I reached over to try to grab his wallet. “you shouldn’t have done that boy. Hands up against the wall!” as he pushed me down the corridor leading to some offices. He kicked my feet apart and grabbed my right wrist and twisted it behind my back, swiftly snapping a shiny metal handcuff on my wrist. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, the cuff grabbed my wrist and he pulled my left hand and arm around to join the right, snapping the other end around my resisting wrist: CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. I put up a little struggle, just to see his reaction.
“Watch it boi!” he barked as he grabbed another set of irons and proceeded to snap these onto my ankles. I notice about a ten-inch chain going between the shiny metal cuffs. I almost came right there but he marched me to his office, where he plopped my down on a metal chair, pulling my wrists over the back.
“This is great,” I said, as he seemed to be preoccupied with searching for something else.
“I can’t have you making a lot of noise while I go on my rounds, so…” he pulled out a roll of two-inch gray duct tape and rubber ball.
“No one said anything about a gag!,” I protested. He simply grabbed my nose and closed my nostrils, causing me to open my mouth to breath. He shoved this two-inch rubber ball into my mouth, pushing it past my teeth, filling my mouth and forcing my tongue down. I screamed as loud as I could but he slapped the end of the duct tape onto my left cheek and pulled it across my lips, sealing them shut and quieting me considerably.
"Shut up, boi, you asked for this!" he barked. He pulled the tape around the back of my head and continued circumnavigating my mouth and head several more times, higher and lower, even adding some tape under my chin up to my cheeks.
“MMMPPPHH! AARRGGHH" I yelled, to no avail. He smiled and started looking through my pockets, emptying them of their contents. As he pulled my belt off one my handcuff keys fell to the floor behind me.
“I see-I think I’ll just put this somewhere for safe keeping," as he placed it inside my left sock and allowed it to fall under the leg iron cuff, into my shoe. He slowly clicked the leg iron tighter, and double locked every cuff.
" That should be enough of a challenge for you for now, boi. Hope you’re out before I get back otherwise its more restrictions. Hope you had no plans for a while!”
Immediately I realized we hadn’t agreed to a time limit, and watched as this guard I had just met not 20 minutes ago, now had me bound and gagged in an office where no one but him had any idea where I was. I grabbed around the handcuffs and found no opening area around either of the tight metal cuffs.
I was in ecstasy and fearful all at the same time and closed my eyes, screaming into that thick mass of rubber and duct tape, bucked in the chair and came in my pants!