A Change of Plan (M/M)
Posted: Mon May 15, 2023 12:05 pm
Hey TUG fans, this here’s a true story about a recent experience I had with a bondage buddy of mine that I’ll call Dean (not his real name). Apologies if it’s not written too well, I don’t think I’m the greatest author.
Heads up, this story contains adult content and mentions of sexual activity.
Chapter 1
A quick backstory - I first met Dean a few years through Recon and since then we’ve had a good few sessions together, we usually meet up a few times a year. His place is around a 60 minute drive from where I live so meets don’t normally require much planning in advance.
On this particular day, I woke up on my day off from work to a text from Dean.
“Fancy being my captive today?”
My cock started getting hard just reading his message. Now I was horny and luckily, I had no plans for the day. I sent a reply with an enthusiastic ‘Definitely!’ and asked him what time he wanted me over.
“Come over now.”
I didn’t need telling twice. I rushed to get myself showered and sorted out. I dressed myself in a comfy grey tracksuit and trainers before jumping in my car and setting off towards his place.
I spent most of the drive over imagining all the things to come. For context, our sessions always involve Dean getting me bound and gagged in some way and teasing me while I’m helpless to stop him. Dean was excellent at giving verbal, he knew exactly what to say to get me going. There had been a few times where we roleplayed a kidnap scenario - I wondered if that would be the case today.
I arrived around 12pm and parked up near the house before checking my phone. I’d received another text on the drive over.
“Let yourself in and come up to the living room.”
Another thing to know, Dean shared a house with his partner who often works away for days at a time (his partner is fully aware of me, there are no secrets about it). It’s a tall building with three floors, Dean often reminded me while he had me gagged that nobody would hear a sound coming from the bedroom on the top floor.
I let myself in through the front door and felt my cock starting to harden already. I emptied my pockets and put my belongings into a small bagpack that I brought with me. It also contained a few rolls of tape and bandanas that I took in case of an “emergency”. I hung my bag up and made my way upstairs to the living room.
I took a deep breath and walked in to find…an empty room. I figured Dean must be upstairs or somewhere and was about to make my way over to the couch to wait before I was ambushed by an arm gripping itself tightly around my chest and a hand clamping firmly over my mouth.
“Hello, handsome” Dean whispered in my ear.
I mumbled an ‘Oh, hello’ back into the handgag. Being taken by surprise like this was a new development.
“Looks like you walked right into my trap, didn’t you, lad?”
I mumbled something back and felt the hand over my mouth clamp down harder as he pulled my head back firmly.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut.”
Dean wasted no time shoving what felt like a a wadded up bandana in my mouth and stuffing it in snugly with his fingers. I groaned in “protest”.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t you fucking dare spit that out, boy. It won’t end well for you. Got it?”
I nodded in understanding.
“Good lad. Hands behind your back, now.”
I did as I was told. I felt the touch of cold steel gripping my wrists and heard the familiar sound of handcuffs being tightened. Click!
“There we go. Quick and easy” Dean remarked.
He was right, this was the shortest amount of time it had ever taken to get me this helpless.
Dean walked round to face me. Personally, I find him to be a very good looking man. In his mid 40’s, he sports a shaved head with a short, brown, full face beard. He’s a stocky guy with a rugby player build, around 6ft like myself. Today he was wearing his classic black t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots combo. He looked straight at me with his commanding brown eyes and planted a big kiss on my stuff gagged lips.
“Good to see you, handsome. You and I are gonna have some fun today.”
I smiled around my stuffed mouth and grunted in agreement.
“But first things first…” Dean continued as he took something from his trouser pocket. “I’m gonna have to make sure that pretty mouth of yours is gagged properly.”
By this point my cock was at full attention in my underwear. Getting gagged was always one of my favourite parts.
“I hope you weren’t looking to chat first” Dean said cheekily with a grin as he rolled up a grey bandana, making a cleave gag.
I tried to get out a ‘Well, actually…’ in response but Dean cut me off by pushing the bandana tightly against my stuffed lips, pressing the bundled up bandana further into my mouth. He tied it off tightly behind my head and planted another kiss on my gagged lips.
“That’s one…” Dean counted. I figured there’d be more to come.
He produced another grey bandana (grey is hankie code for bondage, Dean once said) and added another cleave gag on top of the previous before kissing me lips.
“Two…”
The next bandana to be forced over my gagged mouth was wider to act as an over-the-mouth gag. Tied off and another kiss, I felt myself starting to get wet down below.
“Three…and four…”
Another bandana on top and my grunts were becoming more muffled each time, my face starting to feel snug under the gag layers. Dean gave me another kiss and checked his work.
“Moan for me” Dean commanded.
I gave my best gagged moan. He frowned.
“Still too noisy. Stay there a second, don’t move.”
I did as I was told. Dean left the room briefly to fetch something and when he came back he waved a roll of black duct tape in my face. My cock became even more wet.
“This should do the trick. A big mouth like yours needs a big gag” Dean remarked with a smirk on his face.
I gave him a grunt of defiance but it was drowned out by the sound of tape ripping from the roll as he stretched it out. He plastered the end of it over the side of my already bandana gagged mouth and began swiftly wrapping it around my head.
“One…two…three…four and…five!” Dean counted each wrap before tearing off the tape with his teeth and patting it down smoothly with his fingers. He planted another kiss over my gagged mouth.
“How’s that feel, eh?” Dean asked, his hand now brushing against my crotch teasingly. I moaned in approval.
Dean marched me back into the hallway and stood me in front of a mirror, showing me his gag work proudly. My entire lower face was covered in black tape and the bandanas that hid beneath it gave the gag a good thickness.
“Like seeing yourself gagged, boy?” Dean asked. I nodded, almost in defeat. It was pretty obvious I did like it and he could tell as he felt my crotch up some more.
“Come on then. Now we’ve got you quiet let’s get you nice and tied” Dean said, leading me back into the living room. He gave me a gentle push onto the sofa so that I was sat down before pulling over a duffel bag and sorting through a bunch of ropes that he pulled from it.
Cuffed, securely gagged, about to be put into even more bondage. I could tell from where I was sitting that today was going to be a fun day.
—-
That’s all I have for now, will write more when I get the time to. Thanks for reading!
Heads up, this story contains adult content and mentions of sexual activity.
Chapter 1
A quick backstory - I first met Dean a few years through Recon and since then we’ve had a good few sessions together, we usually meet up a few times a year. His place is around a 60 minute drive from where I live so meets don’t normally require much planning in advance.
On this particular day, I woke up on my day off from work to a text from Dean.
“Fancy being my captive today?”
My cock started getting hard just reading his message. Now I was horny and luckily, I had no plans for the day. I sent a reply with an enthusiastic ‘Definitely!’ and asked him what time he wanted me over.
“Come over now.”
I didn’t need telling twice. I rushed to get myself showered and sorted out. I dressed myself in a comfy grey tracksuit and trainers before jumping in my car and setting off towards his place.
I spent most of the drive over imagining all the things to come. For context, our sessions always involve Dean getting me bound and gagged in some way and teasing me while I’m helpless to stop him. Dean was excellent at giving verbal, he knew exactly what to say to get me going. There had been a few times where we roleplayed a kidnap scenario - I wondered if that would be the case today.
I arrived around 12pm and parked up near the house before checking my phone. I’d received another text on the drive over.
“Let yourself in and come up to the living room.”
Another thing to know, Dean shared a house with his partner who often works away for days at a time (his partner is fully aware of me, there are no secrets about it). It’s a tall building with three floors, Dean often reminded me while he had me gagged that nobody would hear a sound coming from the bedroom on the top floor.
I let myself in through the front door and felt my cock starting to harden already. I emptied my pockets and put my belongings into a small bagpack that I brought with me. It also contained a few rolls of tape and bandanas that I took in case of an “emergency”. I hung my bag up and made my way upstairs to the living room.
I took a deep breath and walked in to find…an empty room. I figured Dean must be upstairs or somewhere and was about to make my way over to the couch to wait before I was ambushed by an arm gripping itself tightly around my chest and a hand clamping firmly over my mouth.
“Hello, handsome” Dean whispered in my ear.
I mumbled an ‘Oh, hello’ back into the handgag. Being taken by surprise like this was a new development.
“Looks like you walked right into my trap, didn’t you, lad?”
I mumbled something back and felt the hand over my mouth clamp down harder as he pulled my head back firmly.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut.”
Dean wasted no time shoving what felt like a a wadded up bandana in my mouth and stuffing it in snugly with his fingers. I groaned in “protest”.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t you fucking dare spit that out, boy. It won’t end well for you. Got it?”
I nodded in understanding.
“Good lad. Hands behind your back, now.”
I did as I was told. I felt the touch of cold steel gripping my wrists and heard the familiar sound of handcuffs being tightened. Click!
“There we go. Quick and easy” Dean remarked.
He was right, this was the shortest amount of time it had ever taken to get me this helpless.
Dean walked round to face me. Personally, I find him to be a very good looking man. In his mid 40’s, he sports a shaved head with a short, brown, full face beard. He’s a stocky guy with a rugby player build, around 6ft like myself. Today he was wearing his classic black t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots combo. He looked straight at me with his commanding brown eyes and planted a big kiss on my stuff gagged lips.
“Good to see you, handsome. You and I are gonna have some fun today.”
I smiled around my stuffed mouth and grunted in agreement.
“But first things first…” Dean continued as he took something from his trouser pocket. “I’m gonna have to make sure that pretty mouth of yours is gagged properly.”
By this point my cock was at full attention in my underwear. Getting gagged was always one of my favourite parts.
“I hope you weren’t looking to chat first” Dean said cheekily with a grin as he rolled up a grey bandana, making a cleave gag.
I tried to get out a ‘Well, actually…’ in response but Dean cut me off by pushing the bandana tightly against my stuffed lips, pressing the bundled up bandana further into my mouth. He tied it off tightly behind my head and planted another kiss on my gagged lips.
“That’s one…” Dean counted. I figured there’d be more to come.
He produced another grey bandana (grey is hankie code for bondage, Dean once said) and added another cleave gag on top of the previous before kissing me lips.
“Two…”
The next bandana to be forced over my gagged mouth was wider to act as an over-the-mouth gag. Tied off and another kiss, I felt myself starting to get wet down below.
“Three…and four…”
Another bandana on top and my grunts were becoming more muffled each time, my face starting to feel snug under the gag layers. Dean gave me another kiss and checked his work.
“Moan for me” Dean commanded.
I gave my best gagged moan. He frowned.
“Still too noisy. Stay there a second, don’t move.”
I did as I was told. Dean left the room briefly to fetch something and when he came back he waved a roll of black duct tape in my face. My cock became even more wet.
“This should do the trick. A big mouth like yours needs a big gag” Dean remarked with a smirk on his face.
I gave him a grunt of defiance but it was drowned out by the sound of tape ripping from the roll as he stretched it out. He plastered the end of it over the side of my already bandana gagged mouth and began swiftly wrapping it around my head.
“One…two…three…four and…five!” Dean counted each wrap before tearing off the tape with his teeth and patting it down smoothly with his fingers. He planted another kiss over my gagged mouth.
“How’s that feel, eh?” Dean asked, his hand now brushing against my crotch teasingly. I moaned in approval.
Dean marched me back into the hallway and stood me in front of a mirror, showing me his gag work proudly. My entire lower face was covered in black tape and the bandanas that hid beneath it gave the gag a good thickness.
“Like seeing yourself gagged, boy?” Dean asked. I nodded, almost in defeat. It was pretty obvious I did like it and he could tell as he felt my crotch up some more.
“Come on then. Now we’ve got you quiet let’s get you nice and tied” Dean said, leading me back into the living room. He gave me a gentle push onto the sofa so that I was sat down before pulling over a duffel bag and sorting through a bunch of ropes that he pulled from it.
Cuffed, securely gagged, about to be put into even more bondage. I could tell from where I was sitting that today was going to be a fun day.
—-
That’s all I have for now, will write more when I get the time to. Thanks for reading!