Kidnapped by a Friend; Delivered to a Stranger

I would first like to confirm that I enjoy the company of women. They can be so soft, charming, intelligent, sensitive, and yet reduce a guy to the status of bumbling idiot with just a flutter of their eyelashes. I suppose that my respect for the opposite sex has removed from my mind any desire to engage in bondage with a member of the female gender. But men are another matter.

Strange as it may seem, I find great excitement in sharing bondage adventures with other guys. In my crazy teenage years, I shared tie-up adventures with male friends and cousins that left me with a great enjoyment for male bondage. After one experience with a cousin my same age, I have always enjoyed the sensation of seeing another guy tied up, and made helpless and vulnerable. Sexual gratification was never intentionally a part of the tie-up games, but as we got older, sometimes the surge of excitement would lead to involuntary things happening that would fall into that category. We just overlooked it, and gradually got over any feelings of embarrassment or concern if it happened.

In later years, while watching movies of guys tied up, gagged, blindfolded, or being placed in some bondage situation, I would squirm in my seat and feel the need to adjust my trousers much of the time. Though attempting to be discreet in the process, it sometimes proved embarrassing during my dating and courtship years.

As we finished our formal education and began our professional careers, my friends and I all moved our separate ways. Though we kept in touch, the tie-up games we enjoyed became few and scattered--or discontinued altogether. But then the age of computers erupted into a whole new world of bondage "sites", and I have become a steady visitor.

It was on a male bondage site that I met a young man who seems to mirror my interest in bondage with other guys. We got acquainted online, shared ideas, and since we only lived a half hour drive from each other, decided to meet. Grey and I hit it off immediately, and even now continue to meet as often as we can to share ideas and bondage adventures with each other. We have developed a great friendship, including respect and trust. I am pretty sure that Grey is not gay--not that it matters at all. We just enjoy each other's company and creativity in the sport of tying each other up.

In our conversations, we are comfortable sharing everything about our past lives, and solving some of the world's problems......among other things. I am actually twenty years older than Grey, but still in good shape physically despite my forty-plus years. (In fact, I may be in slightly better shape than Grey, since he has a small back problem that limits the ways I can tie him up and the length of time that he can remain tied.)

On one particular afternoon, we were meeting in Grey's large shed near his house. We were sitting on a sofa, talking and sharing highlights of the past week. Grey's van was parked nearby inside the shed, and I noticed that the back seats had been removed. There was nothing unusual about that since Grey is an excellent mechanic and is always taking cars and trucks apart to check them out.

I did mention it to Grey as a reminder of the first time we had met. The seats had been removed then also, and after we had gotten acquainted we took a short drive in his van to a more remote spot. Once there, we had moved into the back of the van and he had demonstrated his expertise with ropes for the first time. I looked back in his direction to see that he was staring at me with one lowered eyebrow and a slight smile. I knew what that look meant.

"Jake," he began, "are you up for some bondage right now? Would you mind if I tie you up?"

I nodded my agreement. I had planned the conversation to lead into asking him if I could tie him up right now, but he had beaten me to the punch. I reckoned that my chance to tie him up would have to come a little later.

Grey pulled our box of ropes and other supplies from a shelf and told me to stand with my back to him. He took a rope from the box, pulled my hands behind my back, and tied them tightly together. He took a longer rope and tied my ankles together, then used the same rope to tie my legs together at the knees. A three-layer gag followed, effectively silencing me.

Grey walked around me checking his handiwork, then walked the short distance to his van and opened the side door. He returned to my side, took my arm and forced me to hop to the open doorway. From the supply box, he took another rope and wrapped it around my arms a few times just below the elbows, slowly pulling it tighter and drawing my elbows closer together behind me--which also pulled my shoulders back. When I gave a surprised moan into the gag, Grey laughed and pulled even more tightly before finally cinching the ropes circling my elbows.

He forced me down so I was sitting in the open doorway, then pushed me back onto the floor of the van where he had placed a thick blanket. He lifted my feet and shoved them through the door of the van also, after which he maneuvered my body so that I was lying in a facedown position. He tied a rope around my ankles, then pulled my feet up behind me to tie them to my bound hands.

This all happened so quickly that I was tightly hogtied before I could fully grasp what was going on. I watched him as he pulled another long cloth from the box, and returned to the door of the van. He leaned down so his mouth was close to my ear, and began to speak softly to me as he rolled the cloth into a long strip and put a blindfold over my eyes.

"Jake," he whispered. "I am going to do something a little out of the ordinary. I have told another guy about our tie-up sessions. I even showed him a picture of you that I took at our last meeting when you were tied to the chair. He offered me $300 to get you tied up and bring you to him the next time we meet so that he can play with you for a while. We are going to his place now. I will stay close, and make sure he doesn't hurt you in any way. I will definitely split the money with you. Hope you don't mind, but if you do...... well..... you have sort of..... lost all control in this."

I tried to voice a protest into my gag as the van door closed, but no sound came out. I heard the door of the shed open, then Grey climbed into the front of the van. We drove out into the daylight, and began a ten minute drive. There were stops and starts, turns and curves, and I completely lost any sense of direction. Grey whistled as he drove, completely oblivious to my muffled protests and useless struggles to get untied in the back of the van. Once in a while, he would reach his hand behind the seat and pat my body in what seemed to be a reassuring gesture. Somehow, my mind would not fully grasp that my trusted friend was doing this to me!

Eventually the van came to a stop, and began to slowly back into a building. The engine was shut off, and shortly after, the side door of the van slid open. I lay on the blanket, still as tightly hogtied as before, and with a feeling of apprehension and mild tinge of excitement. I was not sure why or where the feeling of excitement was coming from.

The blindfold partially covered my ears and obscured my ability to hear, but I could faintly distinguish two men's voices talking to each other. Then a hand reached in to rub my shoulders and head before moving to test the ropes that were binding me. The hogtie rope was then removed, and a pair of hands maneuvered me into a sitting position in the open doorway of the van. The hands then lifted me to a standing position on a hard floor.

A couple of minutes passed, then a hand took hold of my arm and pulled me toward the side. With this support, I managed to hop a short distance and turn a half circle. My arms were raised into the air, and I was pulled onto the seat of a chair. My arms were lowered behind the back of the chair, and then my hands were secured to a lower rung of the chair, then the ends were brought up and knotted to the ropes still binding my elbows together.

The rope was removed from my knees and ankles, and my feet were pulled apart and tied to the front legs of the chair. I could once again faintly hear the two voices talking again, but could not understand the words that were spoken.

A hand once again passed over my shoulders, then continued down my chest and onto the area of my genitals--groping and slightly squeezing what it found there. The samed hands pulled my shirt out from where it was still tucked into my trousers, then began to unbutton my shirt. My instinct was to lean forward and try to offer some resistance, but with my shoulders pulled back because of the elbow tie, any attempt to do that was futile. The hands then reached inside the opening of my shirt and fingers found their way through the chest hair in search of my nipples. They were easily located and painfully tweaked and squeezed.

As I involuntarily tried to squirm in the chair, the hands moved to my belt buckle and began to unfasten it. My trousers were unfastened next, and pulled down slightly so the hands could move inside my underwear and probe more easily. I admit: it was stimulating, and my reaction was immediate.

Grey's mouth was next to my ear again as I heard his voice say, "Jake, I am still right here." It seemed like he was trying to reassure me, but all sorts of things were running through my mind at that point.

My shirt was thrown back over my shoulders, and my trousers and underwear were pulled down as far as the chair seat and my spread legs would allow, fully exposing the front of my body. I could only move my head from side to side as hands explored the uncovered areas of my body: probing, stroking, massaging, rubbing, slapping, tweaking, and groping. I lost track of time, realizing that I was in no position to do anything and had to accept whatever was coming: but holding my breath and tensing up at times came involuntarily when things became painful or neared the border of my endurance level. I could feel a slight movement of air--probably from an overhead fan--that helped me stay somewhat dry.

Finally, it all stopped. I was given a short rest, and took the time to breathe heavily for a while. I could feel the knot being untied on my blindfold. When it was removed, I blinked a few times and looked around. I was in Grey's shed! Grey was standing next to me with a big smile on his face and his arms folded across his broad chest.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked me in the strange-sounding voice that I had faintly heard.

Then he cocked his head to one side and said in his own voice, "I told you that I was still right here." He gave a hearty laugh, and sat down on the sofa in front of me. For a while just sat wtih his arms still folded and looked at me still gagged and tied to the chair with my chest and genitals exposed. Finally he spoke again, "You know something, Jake? I had no idea that you would have a hairy chest. It would be so fun to shave sometime--but not today. Just the right amount of hair, by the way........" Then his gaze dropped to my genitals, and he continued, "....in all the right places. You really do look great like that."

It may have been meant as a compliment, but I was feeling so uncomfortable just being exposed in front of my friend as I was. The smile never left his face as he just sat and stared at my helpless situation, and I sensed that he was just enjoying the discomfort that I was enduring. So, Grey does have a sinister streak, I concluded. I glared back at him with my eyebrows pulled closer together in the most fierce expression I could muster, but that just seemed to amuse him all the more.

Grey eventually stood and came to where I was seated. He untied my feet from the chair, much to my relief; I had been tied up for a couple of hours and was quite ready to be released from the ropes.; My jaws were also tired from the thick gag.

But Grey again took me by surprise as he pulled my feet together and tied them at the ankles. Still wearing that big smile, he moved behind the chair and untied the rope binding my hands to the lower rung of the chair. He moved to my side and taking my bound arms pulled me to a standing position.

"I am so glad we are friends, Jake!" he said in a lighthearted way. Then before I could grasp what was happening, he pushed me to my knees and lowered me to the floor so I was laying facedown once again. He tied a rope around the ropes binding my ankles, then quickly pulled my feet up and knotted the rope to the ropes binding my hands. He cinched the rope around my feet again and pulled it up to be tied to the ropes binding my elbows. This pulled my shoulders back even more and made me arch my back slightly. My fingers could once again touch my heels, but not too much feeling was left in most of my fingers.

Grey quickly pulled my shirt down my arms before wrapping it around the ropes binding my elbows, and rolled me onto my side as I groaned into the gag. My protest was barely audible as he pulled my trousers and underwear down to my ankles. The front of my body was now even more exposed and stretched to the point that I thought my skin would split down the middle.

Grey moved back as he sat on the floor, still wearing a big smile and enjoying the surprised look in my eyes. "You are handling all this so well, Jake," he finally said. Then moving closer and running his fingers through my chest hair once again he asked, "You look so uncomfortable-- are you?"

I nodded my head--the only part of my body that I could actually move. "Well," he said, "let me see if I can make you a little more comfortable, because I intend to keep you this way for a little while longer. But I have to blindfold you first."

He took the blindfold and replaced it over my eyes and ears. Then, true to his word, he attempted to make me a little more comfortable by removing my shoes. "Jake, he said, "You have nice feet, and so tempting! Too bad I can't remove your socks as well."

He massaged--no, aggressively tickled--my feet for a while, then began a repeat exploration of my bound and helpless body: poking, prodding, stroking, massaging, tweaking, and groping. After what seemed like hours, Grey untied me and helped massage some feeling back into my numbed arms and hands.

I mentioned before that I am not sure if Grey is gay or not. After what he did to me in my exposed and vulnerable condition, I am still not sure. I just think he is full of surprises and can truthfully claim to have a sinister streak at times. But then again, it doesn't really matter. The question in my mind since that afternoon is more complex: should I send him a billing invoice for the $150?