Father and son games (MM/mmmmm) Final chapter
Posted: Thu May 26, 2022 11:26 pm
I have loved duct tape for as long as I can remember, especially when I am bound and gagged. I could tell that it all started when I was just a two-year-old baby. I was adopted when I was one year old by my father, who luckily for me also loves duct tape as a material for our tie-up games, because he also played them as a child with his friends and cousins.
As proof of our games, there is a photo album that my dad jealously guards, in all the photos I have at least one long piece of tape stuck to my mouth. According to my dad, it all started one day, when I was two years old, when I found a roll of duct tape on the living room floor, I picked it up, attracted by the wonderful silver color of the tape, and tried to cut a strip, but my hands were so small and I had no strength. My father looked at me and then he took the roll of tape and cut off a small piece and stuck it to my mouth. He thought my reaction was funny, because I looked surprised and kept touching my sealed lips. After that, he said that he saw me smile under the tape and that I was playing like that for a long time, making noises under my gag and that's when he took the first picture. From then on that roll of tape became my favorite toy. Every day I asked my father to cover my mouth with a strip of tape. One day my father decided to go further and he tied my hands in front of me and also my ankles. He said that I stayed very quiet, touching my mouth with my hands.
Over time, I discovered other types of adhesive tape, of different sizes and stickiness. When I was 5 years old my dad bought a big 4 inch roll of duct tape and I immediately had him bind and gag me while we watched a movie. He had a better idea, he got a roll of saran wrap and wrapped me in plastic from my shoulders to my ankles, then he started covering me with that wonderful wide tape until I was a mummy. It felt tight and I loved it. Luckily it was cold and I felt very comfortable and warm in that cocoon of duct tape. I asked him to cover my whole head too, but he didn't because I was a small boy yet at the time. What he did do was stick a long piece of tape over my lips and smooth it out until my lips were visible. After that we always watched movies while I was curled up in my father's arms, my mouth tightly covered with that magnificent sticky stuff.
Our games continued to progress until doing escape challenges when I was 7 years old. He tied my wrists tightly behind my back with a lot of tape, then proceeded to bind my ankles and knees. A long, wide strip was pasted over my mouth to finish. Many times I didn't even make any effort to escape, because I loved the feeling of being helpless, of feeling tight as in a big hug. I loved the feeling of having my mouth covered with tape, how my lips were completely sealed, and how difficult it was to get a word out. My father sometimes showed me the pictures he took of me and I loved how I looked all defenseless, like those kidnapped children in the movies that he and I watched every night.
Once my father had a good idea for me to try to escape from my bonds. After he bound and gagged me he told me that I had to free myself in order to free him as he would also be bound and gagged. We were going to pretend that a thief had caught us and tied us both up. That's how I watched him take another of his wide rolls of silver duct tape and begin tying his ankles, then the legs, and below the knees. Then I watched as he balled up one of my little socks and stuffed it into his mouth. I couldn't take my eyes off my father. The way he tied himself up was hypnotic. I had already gagged myself when my father wasn't home, but seeing someone else do it was so much better. What really struck me was that instead of sticking a strip of tape over his mouth, he wrapped the tape around his head several times. I loved it, it looked tight and I wanted to try that gag too. After that I saw him grab a pair of metal handcuffs and he handcuffed his hands behind his back, then he started to jump over to a small table and put the keys on the handcuffs, which told me that I had to free myself and then take the keys to free him.
And there you have a father and his little 8-year-old son bound and gagged, playing hostage to an evil thief. A very cute scene in my opinion. My father nodded and I tried to free myself, but he really wasn't doing my best. I liked how my father looked bound and gagged, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. I just realized, but my father has always been an attractive man, with blond hair and green eyes. He was tall, not very muscular but not skinny either. He didn't have a beard, I guess he's hairless because I've never seen him shave. He is currently 37 years old and still single, or so he tells me.
Soon, my father had to encourage me to do my best to free myself, since he hadn't tied me down very tightly. 10 minutes later I managed to loosen the band of tape that bound my wrists and was free. The last thing I took off was the strip of tape on my mouth. I walked over to the table where the handcuff key was and freed my father's hands. The rest he did himself. I found it funny when he began to peel the tape off his mouth, his face showing pain as he peeled off the last layer of tape.
After that I was very curious to try the new gag I had discovered with my father. I waited until I was alone in my room and took one of my socks and put it in my mouth, then I took my precious full size roll of duct tape, as my mouth was still too small for wide duct tape. I tore off a long layer of tape and placed it over my mouth and then started wrapping it around my head in front of a mirror. I finally did 5 times and it felt pretty tight but I loved it. The entire lower half of my face was covered in five layers of sticky silver material. After that it occurred to me to take my father's handcuffs, so I went to his room and found them in a box in his closet. I went back to my room and picked up the roll of tape again to bind my ankles, legs, and knees. Before I handcuffed myself I turned on the television and found a movie. I spent about two hours completely bound and gagged. The gag was very effective, almost no sound came out.
When the movie ended I decided that I wanted to free myself to play a video game, but I realized that I had made a mistake: I didn't have the keys to the handcuffs. I didn't panic because I thought I was going to find them in the same box where the handcuffs were, so I got out of bed very carefully and began to jump until I reached the door. With a lot of effort I managed to open the door and go out into the hall. My father's room was next to mine, so it wasn't too hard to jump there. The hard part was looking for my dad's box, having my hands handcuffed behind me, it was quite a challenge. I had to crouch down and look over my shoulder as I searched through my father's things. I couldn't find the keys and I felt very tired. I had no choice but to return to my room and lay on my bed to wait for my father to return from work. It was 2 in the afternoon, so I had to wait two more hours for him. By then the sock in my mouth had already made me very thirsty and I really wanted to pee.
I heard my car park in the garage and breathed a sigh of relief. Then I heard him come in and he started calling me.
"Felix, I'm home.
Noticing that I didn't respond, he began to call out to me as he walked up the stairs. It didn't take long for him to find me. When he saw me he seemed scared, but then he remembered who I was and then he started laughing. I grunted for him to release me, it was a little hot and there was sweat on my forehead. He told me to wait a minute and he left my room, then he came back with the keys to the handcuffs and then he freed my hands. I had marks on my wrists. Then I started to peel the tape off my mouth and then I realized how painful it was to remove it from the back of my neck, because he pulled out a lot of my hair. I spit out the sock that had absorbed most of my saliva and was finally freeing myself.
The first thing I did was go to the bathroom, drink a lot of water and take a shower. My father warned me that he should be very careful if he was going to tie me up alone. And that day I learned a valuable lesson.
As proof of our games, there is a photo album that my dad jealously guards, in all the photos I have at least one long piece of tape stuck to my mouth. According to my dad, it all started one day, when I was two years old, when I found a roll of duct tape on the living room floor, I picked it up, attracted by the wonderful silver color of the tape, and tried to cut a strip, but my hands were so small and I had no strength. My father looked at me and then he took the roll of tape and cut off a small piece and stuck it to my mouth. He thought my reaction was funny, because I looked surprised and kept touching my sealed lips. After that, he said that he saw me smile under the tape and that I was playing like that for a long time, making noises under my gag and that's when he took the first picture. From then on that roll of tape became my favorite toy. Every day I asked my father to cover my mouth with a strip of tape. One day my father decided to go further and he tied my hands in front of me and also my ankles. He said that I stayed very quiet, touching my mouth with my hands.
Over time, I discovered other types of adhesive tape, of different sizes and stickiness. When I was 5 years old my dad bought a big 4 inch roll of duct tape and I immediately had him bind and gag me while we watched a movie. He had a better idea, he got a roll of saran wrap and wrapped me in plastic from my shoulders to my ankles, then he started covering me with that wonderful wide tape until I was a mummy. It felt tight and I loved it. Luckily it was cold and I felt very comfortable and warm in that cocoon of duct tape. I asked him to cover my whole head too, but he didn't because I was a small boy yet at the time. What he did do was stick a long piece of tape over my lips and smooth it out until my lips were visible. After that we always watched movies while I was curled up in my father's arms, my mouth tightly covered with that magnificent sticky stuff.
Our games continued to progress until doing escape challenges when I was 7 years old. He tied my wrists tightly behind my back with a lot of tape, then proceeded to bind my ankles and knees. A long, wide strip was pasted over my mouth to finish. Many times I didn't even make any effort to escape, because I loved the feeling of being helpless, of feeling tight as in a big hug. I loved the feeling of having my mouth covered with tape, how my lips were completely sealed, and how difficult it was to get a word out. My father sometimes showed me the pictures he took of me and I loved how I looked all defenseless, like those kidnapped children in the movies that he and I watched every night.
Once my father had a good idea for me to try to escape from my bonds. After he bound and gagged me he told me that I had to free myself in order to free him as he would also be bound and gagged. We were going to pretend that a thief had caught us and tied us both up. That's how I watched him take another of his wide rolls of silver duct tape and begin tying his ankles, then the legs, and below the knees. Then I watched as he balled up one of my little socks and stuffed it into his mouth. I couldn't take my eyes off my father. The way he tied himself up was hypnotic. I had already gagged myself when my father wasn't home, but seeing someone else do it was so much better. What really struck me was that instead of sticking a strip of tape over his mouth, he wrapped the tape around his head several times. I loved it, it looked tight and I wanted to try that gag too. After that I saw him grab a pair of metal handcuffs and he handcuffed his hands behind his back, then he started to jump over to a small table and put the keys on the handcuffs, which told me that I had to free myself and then take the keys to free him.
And there you have a father and his little 8-year-old son bound and gagged, playing hostage to an evil thief. A very cute scene in my opinion. My father nodded and I tried to free myself, but he really wasn't doing my best. I liked how my father looked bound and gagged, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. I just realized, but my father has always been an attractive man, with blond hair and green eyes. He was tall, not very muscular but not skinny either. He didn't have a beard, I guess he's hairless because I've never seen him shave. He is currently 37 years old and still single, or so he tells me.
Soon, my father had to encourage me to do my best to free myself, since he hadn't tied me down very tightly. 10 minutes later I managed to loosen the band of tape that bound my wrists and was free. The last thing I took off was the strip of tape on my mouth. I walked over to the table where the handcuff key was and freed my father's hands. The rest he did himself. I found it funny when he began to peel the tape off his mouth, his face showing pain as he peeled off the last layer of tape.
After that I was very curious to try the new gag I had discovered with my father. I waited until I was alone in my room and took one of my socks and put it in my mouth, then I took my precious full size roll of duct tape, as my mouth was still too small for wide duct tape. I tore off a long layer of tape and placed it over my mouth and then started wrapping it around my head in front of a mirror. I finally did 5 times and it felt pretty tight but I loved it. The entire lower half of my face was covered in five layers of sticky silver material. After that it occurred to me to take my father's handcuffs, so I went to his room and found them in a box in his closet. I went back to my room and picked up the roll of tape again to bind my ankles, legs, and knees. Before I handcuffed myself I turned on the television and found a movie. I spent about two hours completely bound and gagged. The gag was very effective, almost no sound came out.
When the movie ended I decided that I wanted to free myself to play a video game, but I realized that I had made a mistake: I didn't have the keys to the handcuffs. I didn't panic because I thought I was going to find them in the same box where the handcuffs were, so I got out of bed very carefully and began to jump until I reached the door. With a lot of effort I managed to open the door and go out into the hall. My father's room was next to mine, so it wasn't too hard to jump there. The hard part was looking for my dad's box, having my hands handcuffed behind me, it was quite a challenge. I had to crouch down and look over my shoulder as I searched through my father's things. I couldn't find the keys and I felt very tired. I had no choice but to return to my room and lay on my bed to wait for my father to return from work. It was 2 in the afternoon, so I had to wait two more hours for him. By then the sock in my mouth had already made me very thirsty and I really wanted to pee.
I heard my car park in the garage and breathed a sigh of relief. Then I heard him come in and he started calling me.
"Felix, I'm home.
Noticing that I didn't respond, he began to call out to me as he walked up the stairs. It didn't take long for him to find me. When he saw me he seemed scared, but then he remembered who I was and then he started laughing. I grunted for him to release me, it was a little hot and there was sweat on my forehead. He told me to wait a minute and he left my room, then he came back with the keys to the handcuffs and then he freed my hands. I had marks on my wrists. Then I started to peel the tape off my mouth and then I realized how painful it was to remove it from the back of my neck, because he pulled out a lot of my hair. I spit out the sock that had absorbed most of my saliva and was finally freeing myself.
The first thing I did was go to the bathroom, drink a lot of water and take a shower. My father warned me that he should be very careful if he was going to tie me up alone. And that day I learned a valuable lesson.