THE ADVENTURES OF GABRIEL - A COLLECTION OF ACCOUNTS (M/m) *NEW CHAPTER MAY 29*

[noarmgr]

I find Jeff very enterprising but calm! The fact that he kindly proposes to Gabe... even if the scene where he grabs him is particularly intriguing!

[blackbound]

Well, this development is quite unfortunate timing for a story I had in mind.

[socjuc]

My god, Jeff is going to do this wearing that leather....Firstly I don't think I recall reading that before, i.e. being in leather top to bottom tying someone up....and secondly I can only imagine the smell and sound as you are being bound....yet another form of domination in itself! Am I wrong here, or out on a limb?

Translation: Excellent chapter, and am eager to read what happens in the next chapter. And of course have a few wishes

Like how Jeff is choosing to confront Gabe in private and offering a way for Gabe to 'experience' first hand. Hoping Jeff is secretly a bondage dom....

[Straitjacketed]

Like how Jeff is choosing to confront Gabe in private and offering a way for Gabe to 'experience' first hand. Hoping Jeff is secretly a bondage dom....

I'm actually hoping he's not - at least not consciously. I like to think he's one of those guys with a natural aptitude for tying-up and who enjoys it on a sort of elevated horseplay gonna-give-this-my-best-shot challenge level but who isn't necessarily consciously aware of concepts like "bondage dom".

[GoBucks]

Oh My God I would be so mortified if I had a parent get a letter in the mail about my internet activities..... wooo wee.

But hey looks like Gabe is going to get what he wants. He is so lucky to have Jeff!

[socjuc]

Like how Jeff is choosing to confront Gabe in private and offering a way for Gabe to 'experience' first hand. Hoping Jeff is secretly a bondage dom....

I'm actually hoping he's not - at least not consciously. I like to think he's one of those guys with a natural aptitude for tying-up and who enjoys it on a sort of elevated horseplay gonna-give-this-my-best-shot challenge level but who isn't necessarily consciously aware of concepts like "bondage dom".

Ok ok...take the high road....you are right...I suppose

[Straitjacketed]

Like how Jeff is choosing to confront Gabe in private and offering a way for Gabe to 'experience' first hand. Hoping Jeff is secretly a bondage dom....

I'm actually hoping he's not - at least not consciously. I like to think he's one of those guys with a natural aptitude for tying-up and who enjoys it on a sort of elevated horseplay gonna-give-this-my-best-shot challenge level but who isn't necessarily consciously aware of concepts like "bondage dom".

Ok ok...take the high road....you are right...I suppose

Only because it makes him more a more attractive character to me.

[ChairBoy]

Omg the pics of Jeff bent over like that- his ass- the leather omg?!? I hope he rides that’s boys face while he’s tied up like he’s a motorcycle all day long while his mom is gone! Treating him the worst and harshest to give him an idea to maybe steer clear of this kind of thing! Omg I love how qualified Jeff is and knows he’s capable of doing it well enough to ask the son if he *really* wants it to be done to him by Jeff! Omg sofucking hot- I love the way he still chased the son… he definitely enjoys the chase and the humiliation of the son I know it! Damn that ass tho… and the scent… fuck so fucking hot!

[vincenzotognolo22]

Niceee, I really enjoy the development of the story. Looking forward for the third part. Good job brother

[bondagefreak]

Well, this development is quite unfortunate timing for a story I had in mind.

Hey buddy. What d'you mean by that? By no means should you shy away from publishing something just 'cause some common elements already exist in another story. Most stories here and elsewhere have common elements and many of mine are derived and inspired by things I've read in the past. Either here or elsewhere.

I have no doubt that whatever you put out will have its very own distinct "blackbound" twist to it.

[bondagefreak]

My god, Jeff is going to do this wearing that leather....Firstly I don't think I recall reading that before, i.e. being in leather top to bottom tying someone up....and secondly I can only imagine the smell and sound as you are being bound....yet another form of domination in itself! Am I wrong here, or out on a limb?

Hmm, it seems as though Jeff's hit a button. Am I to assume that you have a fondness for functional/practical leather gear?
I knew @Straitjacketed and @squirrel had a thing for this but I didn't know you had one as well.

@ChairBoy Hum, yeah no. That's really not where the story is heading.
Might be good for you to moderate your expectations. I think you're really setting yourself up for disappointment there.
You have a lot of ideas though. You should try your hand at writing something at some point

[socjuc]

My god, Jeff is going to do this wearing that leather....Firstly I don't think I recall reading that before, i.e. being in leather top to bottom tying someone up....and secondly I can only imagine the smell and sound as you are being bound....yet another form of domination in itself! Am I wrong here, or out on a limb?

Hmm, it seems as though Jeff's hit a button. Am I to assume that you have a fondness for functional/practical leather gear?
I knew @Straitjacketed and @squirrel had a thing for this but I didn't know you had one as well.

Well you see @bondagefreak I am not sure I do, but reading on this forum, I feel your writing is a type of coercion I might have a thing now, I just projected considering the image in the story.....

[4toes]

Wow, that was a really good experience, immersing myself once more in the world that you have created. I really appreciate the build up and just the right amount of visuals to get our imaginations running. I never paid much attention to leather but man this surely did. You really have your way pressing our buttons with your descriptives, the creaking sound of leather and the way they smell, externally. Hahahha I am just excited how they would smell internally. Looking all those leather made me wonder how much heat is trapped inside. Effff just thinking about the amount of sweat accumulated and the odour built up. Really excited how much that "bunch" of times would amount to. Looking forward for the next one my good sir

[ChairBoy]

My god, Jeff is going to do this wearing that leather....Firstly I don't think I recall reading that before, i.e. being in leather top to bottom tying someone up....and secondly I can only imagine the smell and sound as you are being bound....yet another form of domination in itself! Am I wrong here, or out on a limb?

Hmm, it seems as though Jeff's hit a button. Am I to assume that you have a fondness for functional/practical leather gear?
I knew @Straitjacketed and @squirrel had a thing for this but I didn't know you had one as well.

@ChairBoy Hum, yeah no. That's really not where the story is heading.
Might be good for you to moderate your expectations. I think you're really setting yourself up for disappointment there.
You have a lot of ideas though. You should try your hand at writing something at some point

I promise even if Jeff walks him down into the basement. Turns around and shuts the door… I’d still have a hard on because it’s Jeff lol

[The WinterShuffle]

Man that self bondage sleeping bag story was like reading something right out of my own early experiments with self bondage and blanket mummification.

Even the sleeping bag in the story looks similar to my own big fat sleeping bags that you recommended @bondagefreak and that I’ve used in a very similar manner to our protagonist.

I’ve even tried to intentionally recreate the scene where he falls in between the bed frame and the wall, granted my bed frame was light enough to gradually push away and give me space to escape.

And the tape gag part even had me getting the same feelings of excited, nervous anticipation I get when I apply my own self gags.

[sock slave boy]

Well, I caught up on this story, it's super brilliant.

the pijama party was cool, and the stepfather's socks looked great on me, curious that the two victims weren't more upset than that.
Gabriel's attempts to lock himself away are cute, it reminds me of me when I started to tie myself up, I understand his panic when he finds out, it's a real fear in this type of situation.

the exchange of messages was interesting, I'm excited to see Gabriel really in difficulty with a good pair of socks in his mouth, I find it curious that his sporty friend isn't yet willing to give him a taste of his production.

and the last story is ilarante, we don't expect to see that.

Well done my friend, keep it up

[bondagefreak]

Man that self bondage sleeping bag story was like reading something right out of my own early experiments with self bondage and blanket mummification. Even the sleeping bag in the story looks similar to my own big fat sleeping bags that you recommended @bondagefreak and that I’ve used in a very similar manner to our protagonist. I’ve even tried to intentionally recreate the scene where he falls in between the bed frame and the wall, granted my bed frame was light enough to gradually push away and give me space to escape. And the tape gag part even had me getting the same feelings of excited, nervous anticipation I get when I apply my own self gags.

Hey buddy! So very glad to hear from you. I was indeed hoping you'd be able to relate this. Glad I was right. Although this is a collection of relatively self-contained accounts, I'm sure Gabe will have more sleeping bag-themed experiences to recount in the future. I'll be sure to give you a quicks head-up next time around as well Cheers!

[bondagefreak]

THANKS FOR ALL THE AWESOME COMMENTS, GUYS.
HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS ONE. CHEERS!


@BoudBoy22 @Stormee @Socksbound @socjuc @Wedgieboy69 @thespy @OrdinaryWorld @squirrel @ShadowHusky @Ossassin @sock slave boy @vincenzotognolo22 @Blue Ice @ChairBoy @Pup Wingletang @Smythdean @GoBucks @4toes @jammer212 @Mummybag @Lovethemsocks @Pleasurechip95 @puffalover @noarmgr @tapegagged08 @Tsuhaya @Straitjacketed @blackbound @The WinterShuffle @DuctTapeObsessed @Bandanasandrope

[bondagefreak]

AUTHOR'S NOTES
THIS IS A DIRECT CONTINUATION OF OUR NARRATOR'S THIRD ACCOUNT.
IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST ACCOUNT, GO BACK TO THE FIRST PAGE OF THIS THREAD.

AS ALWAYS, READING AT A SLOW PACE COMES HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
RESPECT THE USE OF PUNCTUATION AND PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO WORDS IN ITALIC LETTERS.
THE EXTRA EMPHASIS YOU PLACE ON THEM WILL GREATLY IMPROVE YOUR COMPREHENSION OF THIS TEXT.

GABRIEL'S FOURTH ACCOUNT

BONDAGE INITIATION
PART II OF IV

I can't accurately describe how nervous and antsy I was upon getting up from my swivelling computer chair and following Jeff down the flight of stairs leading into the basement. The thumping of his booted soles noisily marked his slow descent down the staircase, as did the discordant creaking of his thick leather attire.

The towering man glanced over his shoulders a few times - presumably to make sure I was following - and promptly led me into the dusty workshop, which was admittedly quite surprising seeing as how all the ropework was over in the storage closet.


I still clearly remember standing in the workshop's open doorway as Jeff busily rummaged through the innumerable drawers and cabinets, apparently in search of something.

"Come here." he finally spoke, extending a gloved hand towards me and motioning for me to approach.

I did as I was told and nervously drew closer to his position. The man asked a second time whether or not I truly wanted to go ahead with this and he didn't exactly mince his words when letting me know that changing my mind would do me no good once the deed was done.

"Last chance to back out, Gabe. If I go through with this, you're not gonna be able to change your mind halfway." he warned, to which I told him I knew and shily chose to press on with his original offer.

"Well, you won't be able to say I didn't warn you." he spoke, before placing a gloved hand around the back of my neck and slowly pressing me up against the closest wall. "Alright, hands behind your back. I'm placing you under arrest." came the sound of his very deep and unmistakably very masculine voice.

I once again silently did as I was told and was immediately rewarded with the sensation of thick plastic closing in around my wrists. The same massive zip-tie restraint he'd obviously fished out from one of the workshop drawers a few short seconds ago.





*CLICK* *CLICK*
*ZZZZZZZZZIP*
*ZZZZZZZZZIP*

"There we go. Not too tight?" Jeff asked, to which I responded by shaking my head 'no'.

"Good. Trust me, you won't be breaking out of those any time soon." he mumbled, the almost ominous quality of his statement and the angry creaking of his thick riding leathers sending a nervous shiver down my spine. My hands had barely just been cuffed behind my back, and already the idea of being Jeff's prisoner had me exhilarated.

The towering behemoth wrapped his thickly padded fingers around my upper left arm and carefully escorted me closer to the main workshop table. I followed his gaze as he eyed the collection of tape and felt another jolt of anticipation as his sheening jet-black fingers reached for the dauntingly fat roll of fittingly matching, jet-black gaffer tape.





I watched as the mightyman fumbled with the unwieldy roll of tape and watched as he struggled to get a grip on the end of the sticky adhesive. The thick leather coating his already broad fingers proved a bit of a hindrance, but his persistence eventually paid off; resulting in the deafening growl of very angry-sounding gaffer tape.

"The cuffs are on to stop you from running away." Jeff calmly spoke. "And this. This is to make sure you don't try calling for help." was the only explanation I received, as he aligned the sizeable piece of disturbingly broad tape over my lips and assertively plastered it across my lower face.

"You have the right to remain silent." he then playfully went on, smoothing the sticky tape down with his gloved fingers and condescendingly ruffling my hair up.

I quietly - and quite willingly - followed along as Jeff led me out of the dusty workshop and into the much cosier nearby recreation room. I followed as he opened the closet door and stepped into its cluttered interior; his very sizeable leathery hand still keeping a firm grip around my upper left arm. Although his manner was gentle and his demeanour was calm, I remember feeling like a prisoner at the time. The feeling of which was downright exhilarating, to say the least.

I can't really explain it, but Jeff's commanding grip had a definite calming effect on me.
I felt controlled and taken care of. It just felt...right. That's the only way I can describe it.



Back in the storage closet, my eyes nervously danced around the place; taking in the sight and smell even as Jeff rummaged through the clutter and began carefully selecting which rope to use.

"Man, I really need to clean this place up. It's worse than your room down here." he spoke, causing me to roll my eyes at the unnecessary but somewhat justified comment. "And since you like sleeping bags so much, I might have to take you camping with the guys later on this autumn." he added, before picking numerous coils of rope up and eventually leading me out of the musty closet.

My heart beat faster and faster as I was escorted up the stairs and into the leather-clad goliath's very spacious Master bedroom.

I was carefully laid face down on the large bed; the familiar scent of his lofty duvet subconsciously easing my senses as I lowered my stomach to the mattress and buried my face into the loft. Jeff climbed on top of the bed with me; his heavily padded legs, arms and torso creaking in furious opposition as he manoeuvred his hulking frame into position and straddled my much narrower, lighter form.






Jeff spent what must've been the next thirty minutes or so, slowly, carefully and gently trussing my body up, asking me if I was okay and making sure the ropes weren't impeeding my circulation at all.

The coils of rope seemed unending as they spun their way around my limbs, but even so, I found serenity in their embrace.

"Where do you think you're going, kiddo?" the buff man at one point smirked, no doubt appearing amused by the tentative struggling of my ankles and the attempted spreading of my knees. "Already trying to get away, are you? Haha. Yeah, I'm not even close to being done with you." he chuckled, ruffling my hair up and reaching over for another coil of cotton rope.


The tightness of my bonds increased considerably over the course of the next minutes. The mighty pair of inescapable zip-ties keeping my wrists in check were eventually cut loose before swiftly being replaced with the even more immobilising grasp that was Jeff's amazingly tight ropework.

My gag was also mercifully removed, allowing me to partake in a few sips of bottled water and allowing my captor to receive verbal confirmation that everything was fine.

Given his sheer size and the incredible ease with which he'd snatched me up and forcibly carried me off just a short half hour ago, there was virtually no doubt in my mind that my mum's burly fiancé could've snapped my body in half or trussed me up far tighter than I would've liked or been able to handle. But even so, Jeff was being careful and proving very mindful of my lighter frame and smaller size.


"Where...where did you learn to use rope like this?" was one of the first things I asked after the dreadfully sticky slab of tape had slowly been peeled away from my lips.

"This? This is just basic army training." came the strongman's curt response, as though the answer should've been obvious and his previous tenure in the military should've been a dead giveaway.


I winced a few times, groaning in slight discomfort as the restraints grew tighter and more numerous. Jeff proved attentive and gave me time to get used to his constricting coils, but he didn't exactly go easy on me, in the sense that his ropework was both tight and perhaps unnecessarily excessive.

By the time the final coil was used, I was trussed up into a neat little package; with my hands, arms and elbows tightly strung up behind my back, my bound ankles raised up into the air via a rope that connected them to my elbows, and my heels pressed to my buttocks so tight that I could barely manage to move anything but my fingers and toes around. In other words, the tightest and most rigorous of military hogties.


"There. How's that?" Jeff smirked, looming triumphantly over my heavily trussed form. "Think you can work your way outta my knots?" he teased, before finally ruffling my hair up for what I felt was the millionth time.

I groaned in simulated defiance and began struggling against my bonds. Jeff merely chuckled at my showy but doomed display, and then he chuckled even more gleefully upon noticing my face betray the inevitable realisation that I was stuck.

"Yeah, you're not getting outta that any time soon." he teased, this time grinning proudly at the sheer effectiveness of his handiwork.



Jeff left me like that for a good fifteen or twenty minutes, only occasionally stepping into the room and sitting his giant leathery frame down on the bed to check on my progress and see if I was okay. It was all a little strange at first; being in his room, tied up on his bed, being unable to get away or move my hands or feet at all.

"You sure you're okay? You don't seem to be enjoying this quite as much as I thought you would." he admitted, sitting next to my lethargic form and placing a leathery palm on the back of my densely-haired dome. The gesture felt loving and almost fatherly in a way.

I nodded my head and assured him I was fine, but in truth, I just didn't know what to make of all this. My brain was still in the process of handling all these sensations, and even though being restrained felt right, this was my first time being on the receiving end and it was admittedly a lot to process.


"Hmmm...well, I think I know one way to get a bit of life back into you." he smirked, before tentatively digging his gloved fingers into my left side and immediately causing me to squirm and yelp in panic.

Another attack soon came, this time on my right side. One thing eventually led to another, and before I knew it, both of my crummy sneakers were plopped off and the man's leathery fingers hungrily dug into my utterly defenceless socked soles.

I laughed and laughed and laughed some more, my screams resonating across the spacious bedroom, further encouraging Jeff to continue his ruthless assault. I was already out of breath and taken aback by my own ticklishness when my captor's other hand suddenly swooped in out of nowhere; covering my whole face mid-scream even whilst the relentless attack continued unabated.

"Hahaha! No! Hahaha! Stoooop! Stmmmpphhh mppphhh pphhgh! Hmmm mpphhh pphhgh!

"Hahaha! Shhhhh." the huge, leather-clad strongman sadistically purred, ignoring my breathless laments even whilst I vehemently struggled to draw breath from beneath his insurmountably massive palm.



It continued like that for several lengthy minutes; Jeff tickling me senseless, filling the room with my laughter, and then telling me to pipe it down before smothering my face with the absolute beefiest, heftiest and most smothering of leathery handgags. The assault only came to a stop when, in my tickle-induced panic, I broke down into crazed laughter and actually began calling for help.

A sigh of relief finally escaped my lips as the leather-clad behemoth halted his attack and silently left the bedroom. I still recall the thoughts running through my head as I quietly lay there, my face partly buried in the tickle-tyrant's strong-smelling duvet, my gaping mouth breathing heavily and my bound chest heaving with exhaustion.

You can probably imagine my surprise when my burly captor's booted heels were heard stepping into the room again and when my eyes glanced up to see his great big sheening, jet-black digits clutched around the fat roll of dreadfully sticky gaffer tape.





Jeff provided me with no explanation as he climbed back onto the bed, positioned himself in front of me and tossed the very hefty roll of black gaffer tape down to the mattress, right next to my head.

I could only look up in silence and watch as he reached for his own neck and unzipped his leather motorcycle jacket down a bit, stopping just short of his hairless upper chest. The thick leather hugging his sizeable arms and torso creaked in unending anger as his gloved fingers fumbled with the moist bandana that was loosely knotted behind his lower neck.

I watched as the burly strongman pulled his chaffing-proof dark blue riding bandana off and then watched as he crumpled it up with his sheening leather-coated fingers; cupping the back of my head with one hand and presenting the thick wadding in front of my face with the other.

"You're not calling for help." he somewhat scoldingly told me, before holding the sweaty ball of cloth to my mouth and ordering me to open up for it.


An internal debate raged within me as I briefly contemplated my options and weighed the possibility of refusing.
Part of me thought about resisting, but another part of me - a larger part of me - urged me to surrender.

The silent monologue lasted only a brief second before my desire to capitulate overrode the smaller voice - forcing my lips open in a transparent display of unconditional surrender.

"No calling for help." the man scoldingly repeated, even as he pushed his own balled-up riding bandana past my lips and used his large leathery fingers to force the warm wadding all the way in.

"There you go. Now you close your lips around my gag. I don't want you talking." he then assertively commanded, pointing an accusatory gloved finger at my mouth while at the same time keeping a firm grip around the back of my hairy dome.

I did as I was told, immediately closing my lips around the sizeable fabric, my tongue picking up the earthy cocktail of cologne, sweat and leather that seemed infused within it. I was still chewing on my gag and adjusting to its size and taste when the deafening roar of gaffer tape filled the room and echoed above me.

A single fat slab was torn off and plastered down atop my lower face; reaching from ear to ear and covering everything from the bottom of my chin all the way up to the underside of my nostrils.

Jeff proceeded to scoop my head into one hand and point a finger down to my gagged face before once again repeating "No calling for help." and then letting my head go. To say that I found his verbal rebuke and the ensuing cloth gag humiliating would've been something of a major understatement. Had it not been for the tape covering my rosy cheeks, the palpable feeling of embarrassment would've been plainly obvious by that point.


So yeah, mum's burly fiancé spent the next couple of minutes tickling me silly and digging all ten of his gloved fingers into my feet, stomach and sides. He laughed and chuckled with as much glee as he had before, but this time with the added luxury of not having to put up with my loud screams or obnoxious calls for help.

The sweaty riding bandana he always wore under his heavy motorcycle jacket was proving quite versatile in its uses. Not only was it useful in preventing the jacket's collar from chaffing his broad neck, but it was now doubling as a gag. A highly convenient and surprisingly effective gag at that!

In any case, the big leathery tyrant eventually did stop his attack. He allowed me to recover and mercifully opted to leave me to my fate. But not before serving me one final, chilling notice.

"I hope for your sake you find a way outta those knots, Gabe. 'Cause if you don't find a way to free yourself by supper time, I'll be keeping you this way all evening and god knows I won't be able to stop myself from tickling the living daylights out of you." was the last thing he spoke before letting out an ominous laughter and walking out of the Master bedroom.

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[Socksbound]

I like Jeff. He seems to be the perfect guy for a first timer. Awesome sweet and fun chapter sir

[Wedgieboy69]

Jeff seems far more caring and careful with Gabe, vs earlier with gabes friends.

I am intrigued about this camping trip idea. A nod to past easy prey stories, or foreshadowing of the next one??

[squirrel]

Oh man, the chapter is an absolute masterpiece.... I loved how Jeff took Gabe's freedom slowly, piece by piece... The idea to use Jeff's sweaty bandana from under the leather gear was super hot.... Can't wait to see Gabe in that tight sleeping bag during the camping

Excellent work, as always @bondagefreak

[4toes]

Can't wait for more what's under those leather gear. More pleeeease thanks again for another great chapter my good sir.

[noarmgr]

oh, this gag is different from those we usually encounter! but that doesn't displease me... I find your description very attractive! a sweaty bandana. it changes but I like it!

[DuctTapeObsessed]

This story is fantastic. Love how his stepdad isn’t asking him anymore, he wanted his stepson quiet. So he shoved a banana in his mouth and taped it in there with little hesitation. I am eagerly waiting for more to this story!