Soccer kidnap dream come true (M/M) adult + 18 at some point

[overkneesoccersocks]

The ask

So, I am 40 something man. Tall, at 1.9m and 80 kilos and pretty fit for my age (slender build). I have been long into bondage and especially the combination of bondage and soccer uniforms. Especially the socks. I like mine pulled up high. Always wore them like that on the pitch. Still do.

Recently, I met a guy on a platform and we started chatting. Although I am straight as an arrow, I prefer to be tied by men. He turned out to be more of the dom type, into kidnapping guys and tying them up.

We chatted for a few weeks and decided to meet up in a hotel room. We agreed on some basic rules and safe words. No Sex, no Pain, no blood. Simply tying up and gagging for the fun of tying up. He expressed his love for oversized and colour matching ball gags, tape gags with stuffing or simply hand gagging. He also had a liking for the thicker white and brown ropes, although he seemed to like my collection of red and black thick ropes as well.

I was pretty excited about the prospect of being tied up again, epecially as he did not seem to be bothered by the fact I wanted to be tied up in soccer kit. Actually, he seemed to quite like it. LIttle did I know how much...

[overkneesoccersocks]

So days before the meet up I texted him and said I wanted to experience a real kidnap. The idea was that I would arrive at the hotel before him. I would go to my room and put all my bondage gear on display, ball gags, rope, soccer socks, bandanas...

I would change into my soccer kit, including shin pads and jockstrap. Next I was to gag myself and tie myself up. I had put a piece of paper in front of the door lock and texted him my room number. The scenario was that I had earlier kidnapped the son of a "business" partner. Snatched him after soccer practice and tied him up and kept him tied and gagged in my hide out to force my business partner to sign some papers. He was eager to get some pay back so ordered my kidnapping. One team had taken me just before I headed out to a soccer game. They threw me in a van and tied me up properly. They then moved me to this hotel room where my guy was to keep me entertained and send pictures to his boss as proof of the payback.

So here I was. I had been living the scenario for a few days and now it was going to happen. I had no idea what kind of punishment was in store for me. I was having second thoughts though. What if he would not follow our rules. What if he would ignore the safe word.

I had made sure to check contacts of this guy and they all told me he could be trusted but still...

Never mind, excitement took over from fear and I started changing into my soccer kit. I put on my shin pads, jock strap, shorts and shirt. I choose short red adidas shorts, a white shirt and black long soccer socks with 3 white stripes, which I pulled well over my knees. Next I put on my cleats and starting tying my legs at ankles below and above my knees and my thighs.

Next, I put in a red ball gag, covered with blue sports tape, wound around my head 5 times, finishing it off with a red bandana for good order. Next I tied my cleats together. each time I put rope on my legs or feet, I used additional rope in between my legs to tighten the rope encircling my legs. I was not tied and gagged and for the final stage, I used 2 thick black soccer socks to blindfold myself and a final stretch of rope that I tied into rope cuffs to tie my wrists behind my back. Not that these would hold me, but it looked real. In my mind, I had decided I would make it look like I was about to free my hands when my kidnapper would enter the hotel room...

All I could now was lay there, tied and gagged. Waiting.

[overkneesoccersocks]

I must have dozed off for a while. As I woke up again, I was still in the room alone. We said 6.30pm sharp. I started tying myself up at 5pm. Thinking it would help me get into the roleplay. I actually had no Idea when I had finished tying myself up so I had no idea about the time.

I suddenly heard voices outside my hotel room door. The hotel was located on the outskirts of a large Dutch city. I could make out that the voices were female voices, speaking Spanish. Shit. Housekeeping?

There was a knock on the door.

I had not thought about that. Certainly not at this time of the day. I had positioned myself a few meters away from the door but in plain sight when someone would walk in.

Again a knock. "hello?"

I could untie my wrists but I could not simply take out the gag with all the layers of tape and all.
So I just shouted through my gag "MMMMMMMM"

"Oh, sorry" I heard. Then the voice subsided.

I relaxed.

And waited.
Waited.

Is he going to come?
Maybe something happened?
What time is it?
Should I stop and untie myself again?


Then suddenly, the door was pushed open...

[Blackfox74077]

i would love to set something like this up u sure are lucky!!!

[overkneesoccersocks]

"I see they tied you up well" I heard a voice say.

He had not even finished his sentence when I started undoing the rope cuffs around my hands.

"I don't thinks so" he told me in a low and menacing tone.

However, I was fast so I managed to get my wrists out of the rope cuffs. In vain. I felt him jump on top of me, pinning me down, whilst keeping one of my arms behind my back and pushing it up.

"Give me your other arm" he ordered.

I heard him rummaging around whilst pushing my arm upwards. The pain was too much and I soon offered my other arm. Thick rope was tied around my wrists in a crisscross fashion. Many times.
Too many times.

Next, rope was pulled around my neck and shoulders, creating some sort of backpack like strap.
He worked methodically and fast.
This guy knew what he was doing.

No sooner had he tied this body harness, when he pulled my tied legs up and put me in a strict hogtie, adding more rope around my elbows, bringing them excruciatingly close together.

All throughout, I was shouting into my gag. A few times, that earned me a slap on the back of my head, followed by a "shut up kiddo".
"you're mine now".

"don't think you actually realize what you got yourself into".

He was right. I did not.
I tested my bonds. NO WAY I was going to get out without some help.
This was super strict and super tight.

I felt something being tied around my head, reinforcing my gag. Probably one of my many soccer socks I brought with me.
And another one. And another one.

The pressure on my lower face was bearable but very tight.

"now he proclaimed, let's have some fun".

Now, I have been tied up before by men. But never by someone I had never met or seen. Being blindfolded helped raise the experience. Here I was, heavily tied up and gagged, wearing my favourite soccer kit, held hostage in a hotel room somewhere in the Netherlands by someone I had never seen, just met online.

I was too much enjoying the moment to realize that that may not have been the best of ideas.

Suddenly, I was lifted from the floor. WHAT THE HELL!!
Before I realized what was happening, this guy just pulled me off the floor using the hogtie body harness rope and placed me onto something. No idea what.

"Don"t move" he said with a stern voice.
"Don"t want the merchandise to fall and get hurt now do we"??

[overkneesoccersocks]

As I lay there on this unidentified object, I wondered what he had in store for me. I could feel his hands go over all of ropework. Checking if all ropes were tight and tied well. Next, I felt his fingers go over my gagged mouth, pushing behind the soccer socks, he felt the tape I wrapped around my ball gag. "nice", I heard him mutter. I felt him removing my blindfold.

After having adjusted my eyes to the light I was met by a face covered in a balaclava.

Wow. This guy is for real. Clearly he takes this very seriously , I thought, temporarily stepping out of character.

He said nothing.
He just stared at me. I could see his blue eyes.
Just staring at me. I looked at him.
Our eyes locked in.
Neither would budge.
A first intense moment.

I wiggled a bit.
He did not react.
He kept his eyes locked on me.

After what seemed quite some time, he slapped the back of my head hard.
This took me by surprise.

A hard slap on my butt followed. I screamed into my gag.

"you hurt the boss' son".
"your time now".

He took out his phone and starting snapping away.

"proof" he simply added.

"now struggle" he instructed.

"mmpph?"

"STRUGGLE!!!" he yelled.

"mmmpph" I replied.

WHACK!

another very hard slap on my butt followed.

"STRUUUUGGGLLLE!".

I instantly obeyed now and started to struggle. It was only at this point I realized he had lifted me onto the small coffee table, barely supporting my upper legs and body, leaving my head dangling in the air.

I struggled hard.

[overkneesoccersocks]

As I struggled, I started to feel that one of my hands was going numb.

I first thought nothing of it, but then started to worry rather fast. My hand went numb very quickly and I was not able to warn my captor.
I struggled and struggled, but that only made him think even more that I was entirely into the roleplay.
He slapped my butt a few more times.
At this point I started to panic a bit.
I could no longer feel my hand.

I decided to stop struggling and attempt to draw his attention to my hand. I started to stretch my fingers as best as I could trying to attract his attention. I also hummed the safe tune we agreed on to indicate the play does not need to stop but something is not working.

He did not notice or decided not to notice or he understood. Whatever the case may have been, he stopped slapping me and lifted me off the coffee table and put me on the couch instead. The hogtie was untied and the elbow ropes loosened.

He turned me around and sat me with my back against the couch. He untied my wrists but swiftly retied them in front of me with tons of rope, the rope reaching all the way up to my elbows. Next, he connected my wrists to my knees.

I heard him rummaging again.

Suddenly, his hand went inside my shorts and reached for my dick. He grabbed it and squeezed hard.

"MMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH".

He squeezed again, whilst he started kissing me through my gag, pushing my head against his. I could feel his skin against mine while he held my dick in his hand.

I had been there before, but this was different. He was enjoying this. And so was I.

Bit by bit, I was letting my defenses down and started to become the kidnapped victim I actually was. In other words, I started to slide into submission. slowly.

[overkneesoccersocks]

He released his grip on my head and dick and left me hanging over the coffee table. In the beginning that was ok,

I had no idea where my captor was now.

Probably taking more pics or videos.

After a while I felt him starting to undo my leg ropes as well as body ropes. He stopped shy of untying my hands.
Next he took of the 3 socks encircling my head, removed the bandana and started to unwind the tape from my head.
Not gently I might add.

I was made to stand up, blindfolded, gagged with only my red ball gag.
He tugged on my soccer socks, pulling them higher up over my knees.

Next he came close to my ear and said "not a word"....

I felt him loosen the straps of the ball gag and eventually taking it out.

"o my GoommMMMMPPPPHHAAAGGAGGAG" was all I could muster.

Before I knew it, he stuffed a large ball gag in my mouth.
Very large. I had trouble swallowing and started to literally gag.
He strapped it in none the less.

Meanwhile he kept slapping my ass and grabbing my dick, checking if it was getting hard. It was.

As I was struggling to take in the oversized ball gag, he started to tie a rope harness from my shoulders down to my crotch, roping it back up on my back and back down again. The second time round, he included my arms in the body tie, tightening them to my body, going down, encircling my balls and tightening the rope around my jockstrap before continuing on my back again a second time. Before he went back up, he reached inside my jockstrap and removed the cup.

He pulled down my blindfold so it was now covering the ball gag. i could make out a smile in his eyes, while my eyes were watering up from the XL ball gag.
He retied the socks around the ball gag tightly, further pushing in the gag, which made me gag again.

Next, I saw him taking a role of duct tape and before I realized what he was doing, he pushed the jockstrap cup over my nose and chin and started taping it to my face.

Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Four times.
Five.

He plastered my lower face in tape.

Next, like I was his to play with, he pulled me along on the rope harness and pushed me onto the bed, quickly grabbing my feet and tying them crossed, after which he connect me ankles to my body harness.

He left me struggling for quite a while after which he jumped onto the bed next to me and started kissing my neck and face. I was still not managing the XL ball gag. Yet, little I could do about it.

He started teasing my now fully erect cock. I tried to dodge his hand, but he pulled me close to him, spooning me, as his hand kept working on my cock.

We had agreed no sex, only teasing but this was borderline.
At the same time, as I slipped further and further into submission, I started to let go and submit to him. I was his to play with. And I was fine with it.

I was enjoying his hand on my cock until suddenly, he pulled away and I felt an excruciating pain on my nipples.Twisting them as he was, I started screaming into my gag. Every twist hurt like hell.

What the hell I thought. Not sure I can take much more of this soft to hard to soft.
We agreed on a 3 hour session, but I was fast starting to regret that. not sure I would last 3 hours. This already felt like 3 hours. In reality, he told me afterwards, that was only 35 minutes....

[Inkstain]

Good to see you writing again. Real intense stuff! More!

[overkneesoccersocks]

Good to see you writing again. Real intense stuff! More!

thanks !

[overkneesoccersocks]

After a few more pinches and nipple twisters, he left me laying on the bed, still struggling with the oversized ball gag, being forced to smell my own jockstrap cup tightly taped in front of my nose and mouth.

No.
I was sure. I would not last 3 hours.
This, was too intense.

I was left to struggle and moan for quite a while. Whenever I tried stretching my legs, the rope harness would tighten and the ropes would cut into my crotch. It left me with quite a hard member for a while. I could not help but struggle and moan. The sensation was wonderful and painful at the same time.

Whenever I stopped to catch my breath or try to swallow the drool I had produced, I could see my captor smiling through his balaclava. He was enjoying this very much. Too much. On occasion, I saw his hand reach inside his trousers, until he saw that I saw it. He then quickly took out his hand again.

This must have gone on for a while. Until he decided it was time for yet another position.
He came up to the bed and started untying the hogtie and my feet. He stood me up and started to unwind the tape holding the cup in place. Once removed, I expected him to remove the XL ball gag but instead, He took me into a headlock and pushed me into the bathroom. The bathroom had a walk in shower and he opened the tabs. Cold water started splashing up.

Remember, I was dressed in full soccer kit, shin pads and all, with only a jockstrap and thin nylon soccer shorts on, with my long soccer socks pulled up way over my knees and proper soccer cleats on.

I started struggling and resisting but my god, this was one strong lad. He had no difficulties, although only reaching up to my shoulders, keeping me in place, manhandling me so that once the properly cold water was running through the shower head, he could simply push my head under the streaming water.

I have never felt that sensation. Being pushed under the shower whilst being tied and gagged. He repeated this a few times, each time my resistance fading a little bit until I finally gave up entirely. That is when he pushed me fully under the shower. Everything got wet instantly. My already wet head started dripping, water was running over my face and onto the large ball gag, that kept my lips apart, my t-shirt got soaked, as did my shorts and jockstrap. You could now see my jockstrap through my shorts. The ropes binding my upper body and arms, the long soccer socks, shin pads, cleats. They all got entirely soaked. A few times, he changed the water temperature from super cold to hot and back to cold.

After a while of this, I was P R O P E R L Y soaked. Every piece of clothing stuck to me, like after a full 90 minute soccer game in a typical downpour.
I was shivering heavily.

He was kind enough to briefly dry my head of with a towel after which he pushed me into the room again. He turned me around facing him. He motioned me to remain silent, putting his finger over his lips. By now I was properly in submission and quite frankly also too exhausted to resist.
He unbuckled the ball gag and once removed, the only thing I could do was to flex and stretch my jaws. That was the longest time ever I had such a large ball gag in. Intense but painful. he left me standing there, ungagged but tied.

Shall I try to reason with him? Shall I speak? Better not. Not sure what he would do.
He pulled me up close, our noses touching.
He could feel my heavy breathing, water still dripping from my face.
His fingers ran through my wet hair, softly caressing my ear and neck, pushing my head closer to his until our lips touched.
He kissed me with passion for a second and then let go.

Our eyes met. An intense look.
His hand reaching for my crotch.
Checking if something happened.
Then - stepping back.

He pulled down his trousers exposing his rock hard member.
He pushed me onto my knees. I was now sat in front of him, tied at upper body and arms, staring at his hard one.
His hand grabbed the back of my head and this is where I properly panicked.

In fear I shouted: "NOOO!!!!".
" We said..."
"Nooo".

He did not take notice.

He pushed my head closer.

I could smell his pre-cum.

Closer.

Then he stopped.

Let go of my head.

And started laughing.

"You should have seen the fear in your eyes." he could not stop laughing.
"You really though I would make you suck mine right"?

What the hell.
What kind of mind game was this guy playing.
He was good.

"you mother fucker" was all I could muster.
"you crazy mother fucker" I repeated. "For a moment there, I really though that you wuu oooOOOHOGOGOGOOHmmmmmppppPPPPPPHHHHH??????"

Before I could end my sentence, he pushed in a dry sponge and ordered me to close my lips over it.
Next, he used the towel to further dry my lips and chin, followed by a few strips of extra wide micro foam, and 2 soccer socks tied around my head for good measure.

Properly gagged again.

He turned me around so that I was facing away from him and kneed me in my knee cavity, which made me go down instantly. Sat on my knees, he started to untie the rope harness, whispering that one wrong move or attempt to escape would add 1 hour to our agreement. We were 1h15 in,he laughed.

What the hell? Only 1h15? That means 1.45 still to go....

He pulled up the chair from the desk in the corner of the room.
What was he going to do next to me....

[overkneesoccersocks]

I am going to give you some time to rest before we continue, he said gently, whilst he kept working away at untying the body harness and arm and wrist ropes. As soon as I was entirely freed, yet still gagged, he instructed me to stimulate my blood flow and to move around a bit, reminding me of the +1 hour punishment in case I would think of doing any funny business or tried to remove the gag.

He gave a 5 minutes or so to stretch and I obeyed like a nice boy. To be brutally honest, I was in a submissive state of mind and not at all up to escape or anything else for that matter.

After the 5 minutes were over, he ordered me to sit down onto the chair, legs opened against the legs of the chair and arms pulled over the backrest.

"Ready?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

[Gaggedlad]

I am going to give you some time to rest before we continue, he said gently, whilst he kept working away at untying the body harness and arm and wrist ropes. As soon as I was entirely freed, yet still gagged, he instructed me to stimulate my blood flow and to move around a bit, reminding me of the +1 hour punishment in case I would think of doing any funny business or tried to remove the gag.

He gave a 5 minutes or so to stretch and I obeyed like a nice boy. To be brutally honest, I was in a submissive state of mind and not at all up to escape or anything else for that matter.

After the 5 minutes were over, he ordered me to sit down onto the chair, legs opened against the legs of the chair and arms pulled over the backrest.

"Ready?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

Amazing! Can’t wait for more!

[overkneesoccersocks]

Still gagged and now seated on the chair, he proceeded to tie my wrists together behind the backrest. The rope that was circled around my wrists and then cinched off between my wrists, was reinforced with another rope, tightly tying my wrists against the back rest of the chair. Next he proceeded to tie each upper arm to the respective sides of the chair backrest, as well as tying my elbows tightly against the backrest.

This guys was using copious amounts of rope on me.

Next he began to tie rope around my waist, and the chair pinning me even further into the chair. He again used more than enough of the thick white rope, going round at least 15 times.

He repeated the same for my upper body, pulling the rope carefully under my elbow ropes, so as to not cut off circulation and achieve a maximum of restrictive feeling. This was one of the tightest yet most comfortable chair ties I had been put in for a while (that is for another story).

He stood back for a while and seemed to admire his own rope work. He smiled.
I even thought I heard him say "so nice....."

I moaned back to him, throwing him a bad look.
He smiled back and tapped me gently on the cheek.
"you just be a good boy"
He slapped me once more, but harder now.
"MMMPPPHHH"
"yeah. just like that".

I suddenly felt a surge of resistance and started kicking him. My feet were not tied yet.
I managed to kick him rather hard on the shin.

"Fuck....I heard him shout"
"MPHE MPHE" I laughed.
he slapped my face again, hard.
"You'll regret that later...."
next he softly punched me in the gut. Not hard but hard enough for me to go "OOMMMPPHHHH" after which he went into my shorts and squuezed my dick hard.

"MMMMMMPPPPPPPP".

"Try that one more time and I twist it harder and further than this, gotthat?"
I quickly nodded, after which he released his painful grip on my dick.

Next he started tying one leg to the chair leg. Rope was added ankle high, and went up mid-shin.
My feet were not fully touching ground. He had my leg slightly pulled back past the outside of the chair leg, tying my ankle and shin to the chair leg, only leaving the tip of my cleats touching the floor. He repeated the same on the other side after which he, rather painfully I might add, pushed my knees together towards the middle of the chair seat and started tying my knees together, occasionally cinching it in between my knees. My legs were now tied in a X form to the chair. Next he tied rope around and in between my thighs, and after that, rope around my tied thighs and the chair seat.

All the ropework was really tight but not uncomfortable. This guy, one of only a few I met, knew how to tie you up tightly without restricting blood flow or straining muscles (except in the beginning of our session, where he was a bit too soon in character and focussed on the action rather than on the ropework. Here, he took his time to carefully rope me to the chair, adding rope after rope, checking the circulation and then adding some more rope. After he was done, I could not move a muscle. not an inch. I was pinned to the chair.

He stood in front of me and repeated "very nice...indeed ".

"By the way, he added, that stunt of you earlier, just earned you another hour."
'"MMMMMPPPPHH????"" 'WHHAAATT?

[Inkstain]

YEAH! That's the stuff!

[overkneesoccersocks]

I am going to give you some time to rest before we continue, he said gently, whilst he kept working away at untying the body harness and arm and wrist ropes. As soon as I was entirely freed, yet still gagged, he instructed me to stimulate my blood flow and to move around a bit, reminding me of the +1 hour punishment in case I would think of doing any funny business or tried to remove the gag.

He gave a 5 minutes or so to stretch and I obeyed like a nice boy. To be brutally honest, I was in a submissive state of mind and not at all up to escape or anything else for that matter.

After the 5 minutes were over, he ordered me to sit down onto the chair, legs opened against the legs of the chair and arms pulled over the backrest.

"Ready?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

Amazing! Can’t wait for more!

This saga is far from over....

[overkneesoccersocks]

YEAH! That's the stuff!

Glad you like it.

[overkneesoccersocks]

I saw him move towards the bed and picking up a pair of black adidas soccer socks. Unfolding them, he came up close and said, "nighty night" tying both socks firmly in front of my eyes. Tape was added and wound around my head to keep the socks in place.

Noise cancelling headphones were added for good measure, with the most horrible metal music blasting through the speakers. I could not see, speak or hear. Occasionally, he twisted my nipples, which got him an "MMMMMMPPPHHH" from me.

After a while, the music changed into soft classical music. Every so often, he tapped me on the shoulder, indicating he wanted me to struggle. Probably because he was making another video.

It is a very weird sensation. Being gagged and tied so tightly. At some point, your body starts to accept this as the new normal and you entirely accept not being able to move or speak. When done well, your body adjusts to the ropes and gag. It is only when you struggle or are made to struggle, you become more acutely aware again of your predicament.

I guess he got bored after a while as he removed the headphones and told me he was going to take a rest. I should too. I heard him jump onto the bed. I just sat there. Mpphing sometimes. But mostly, just enjoying being entirely helpless. Enjoying the feeling of being gagged. Feeling my socks so high. The sensation and realisation of being tied and gagged to a chair wearing my favourite soccer outfit.

My mouth was getting a bit dry though from having the sponge tied into it. As if he read my mind a little while later, I felt him tugging away at my gag and he started to remove it. once all layers covering my sponge filled mouth were removed, he pulled out the sponge, immediately followed by his lips touching mine for a prolonged kiss. I did not pull away at this point but let him indulge. After the kiss, he pushed in the oversized ball gag again, pulling it in very deep, buckling it extremely tight. I knew I would not be able to hold that one very long.

"just wearing you out "he laughed "testing your limits".

I could only "NNHGGGAGAGGGMMMPPP" in reply.

[overkneesoccersocks]

While he left me there trying to swallow and not drool too much with the oversized ball gag strapped in, I continued to fight the ropes in vain, all the while moaning and groaning into my gag.

"NGGGAAGGGAGGEGGMMGMMPG"

Occasionally, I felt his lips touch mine, which triggered another "NNMMMPPHAGGG" from me.

After a while of this going on, and a few stern nipple twists later, he took of the blindfold socks.

Adjusting to the ligth again, he positioned the chair in front of the hotel window. The window was overlooking a busy high way, some 50 meters away. It was a large bay window. Bar for the relfection of light on the glass, I guess I was pretty much in full sight. I started to struggle again and complain into my gag.

This continued again for a while. The struggle and feeling of helplessness was F AN T A S T I C and extremely arousing, which started to show.
Suddenly, I felt an hand coming from behind me grabbing hold of my hard cock through my soccer shorts.

"no no no" he said laughlingly.

"that is not allowed" he spoke, with a stern voice, while he started softly stroking it.
The feeling of my nylon soccer shorts being softly rubbed against my hard cock was almost too much. Just before I got to climax, he stopped.

"NGGGGGAGGAGGG" (don't stop !!!) I pleaded him with my eyes.

"eh eh euh ! Told you, not part of the deal we struck" he laughed.

I was going crazy. I longed so much to come. Being so heavily restrained, gagged and being teaased like that was very close to my limits.

He continued to repeat this, too many times, I might add. I was sweating like crazy by now, and my jaws started to ache.

After some more teasing, and the occasional tickle attack, which sent me off on a frantic fight against my ropes and gag, he started to unbuckle the ball gag.

Once out, he gave me some water to drink.

"we need you to last that bit longer don't we..." he added jokingly whilst I gulped the water down.

"Man, that was too much..." I said.

"WHO SAID YOU COULD TALK?" he changed his tone instantly.

one of the blindfold soccer socks was pushed into my mouth instantly. His fingers kept prying and pushing in more of the large thick black soccer sock. It did not fit entirely. He took the other sock, knotted it and pushed the onto the sock bulging out of my mouth, after which he again applied copious amounts of duct tape wound around my head to keep both socks in place.

I bowed my head, simply letting out a "mmmmmppph" in defeat.

"Wonder if that adds another 30m to your time in captivity...."

I looked up to him in surprise, trying to beg as best as I could, showing him my puppy eyes, begging for mercy.

"My God" he said, " you look so..." he stopped, then continued "when you do that".

He pulled the chair back from the window and turned me around to face the bed.

"Do it again" he ordered.

I looked away in refusal.

"DO IT AGAIN" he said.

"BEG". "Show me those ^puppies eyes bulging out over your nicely gagged face".

'I continued to look away".

Without another word, he came up close and twisted my nipples, HARD.

'I screamed into my gag. He grabbed my chin and pushed my face up to his.

"now beg with those hazel eyes of yours".

He jumped onto the bed and popped out his hard member.

I started shaking my head "no" and tried to beg him to stop and not to do what I thought he was going to do".

"YES, that's it". he cried out, his hand moving fast up and down over his hard - and very large I might add - cock.

I started shaking no more violently, begging him no through my gag and eyes.

It did not take him long. He exploded and cum shot onto his free hand.
I could hear his cries of joy. "My god, you should see yourself." he added whilst his body relaxed again.

He jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up.

When he came back, he patted me on the back of the head.

"Big boy you" he said. "That was so great"

"maybe I will let you out sooner." he said, when he started untying my legs and body from the chair, making sure my wrists remained bound behind my back.

My t-shirt, shorts and socks were still sticking to my body from the sweat I worked up earlier during the tickle nipple twisting session.

ONce my body and legs were free from the chair, he ordered me up

"Get up !"

He helped me stand up.

"now, let's see, whats' next"

"mmpph?" (Next? Are we not done yet?"

[overkneesoccersocks]

As an interlude, sharing some personal thoughts here. I have been tied up and gagged many times before now. Always by men. Always purely for the fun of being tied up. This was by far the longest and hardest session.

After a while, I started to really want out, to be freed, to be ungagged, to be free.
That must have been somewhere halfway through the session, when he tied me to the chair, with the oversized ball gag tightly strapped in.

It is the strangest feeling. Every fiber in your body wants to be free yet exactly that emotion is weirdly exhilarating.
That is also when the real submission kicks in. You start to realize you are not in control.

When you agree to be tied up, you always first agree on safety rules, a safety gesture or word. I always agree on a sign or movement that indicates, do not stop but check something. Something is not working. There is also a "stop all and free me immediately" sign. I never agree on sex. no blood. No real pain. Some light taps, blows or spanking, some nipple twisting or tickling is allowed. No edging. Kissing can, but should be occasional and in context. It does not arouse me but I am happy to indulge my captor, who usually turns out to be gay or bi.

For this session, we also agreed on a set of these rules. That has a consequence. The first few minutes/moments, maybe even hour or so, it does not really feel like really being tied up because you know that you can be freed instantly. You also think you control the time and know that you will be freed soon.

This session was different. The intensity of the session and different positions I was tied up in, made that I lost track of time. I had no idea whether we were 10m or or 2 h. that made the end point uncertain and hence, the experience more real. When he next started adding penalty time, the whole thing became even more uncertain and that is when my experience turned from a fun session being tied and gagged into a real feeling of submission and helplessness. The fact that he, even though we agreed not to, had to satisfy himself, meant that he was also very much living the moment. What followed after that was for a first. A first in length of having been tied up and gagged and a first in intensity of feelings and submissive behavior. Hope you like the read.

[overkneesoccersocks]

....

Once my body and legs were free from the chair, he ordered me up

"Get up !"

He helped me stand up.

"now, let's see, whats' next"

"mmpph?" (Next? Are we not done yet?"

...

Final part.

"almost done" he said jokingly.

just one more hour to go

"MMMPPH???" (ONE HOUR????)

"just kidding". he replied.

"I will need to go soon" he said. "pick up has been arranged so come with me".

That was not part of what we agreed. I knew from others he had a preference for real kidnap scenarios, whereby he comes in, ties someone up and escorts them out to his car and drives them around, tied and gagged. I had made it clear that was not to happen.

In spite of our agreement, he took my arm and pushed me to the hotel door. Not expecting what he would do next, I did not have the time to really react and before I knew it, I was standing hands tied and heavily gagged into the hallway when he gave me a final push out and closed the door behind me.

When I truly realized he had locked me out of my hotel room I really panicked. I started kicking the door to let me in, mmpphing away in my gag.
I heard voices from behind other hotel room doors and could see at the end of the hallway that the elevator was coming up.

I kicked the door no stop until after what felt like minutes but in fact was only seconds, the door swung open and he pulled me back in, closing the door behind me.

Without another word, he pushed me onto my knees and started tying my ankles together, next my shins. He got me up and continued tying my legs below and above the knees and finally tied my thighs tightly. Next, started tying my arms to my body before softly laying me down onto the floor of the hotel room, finishing what ended up being a tight hogtie.

He checked my gag and reinforced it with some more tape.

Next, he started packing his stuff, ropes, bandanas, socks. Started to clean up and put everything into his bag.
He used the bathroom one last time and then sat next to me.

As we agreed, he would leave me tied up, however, he would free my hands so that I could start freeing myself.
If I was unable to call him within 30 minutes, he would come back up to free me.

I know, not the safest thing to do but I really wanted it that way. He did as we agreed and a sigh of relief came over me. We were nearing the end of this session and I would finally be free.

He untied my wrists and arms, allowing me to move my arms behind my back, but kept the hogtie rope tightly tied. He asked me if I was ok and if the gag was still ok. I nodded yes. Without another word, he left.

I started to let it all sink in. I did not start to try and free myself immediately, but rather wanted to indulge the feeling of being tied up just a bit longer. Slowly I started to try and untie the body rope, which I got loos rather easily. It took me a lot longer to untie the hogtie rope before I could start untying my legs. Once entirely freed, I walked into the bathroom and started to peel away at the tape holding the gag in. Once entirely freed, I sat down on the side of the bed. It felt like an anticlimax. I had been such a wonderful session. I know I wanted to be freed desperately after a while, yet now that I was free and able to move, I wanted to be tied up and gagged.

Hope you liked me sharing one of my best experiences being tied up to date.

[Inkstain]

(sigh) That was beautiful.

[Black_Aurora]

Kinda missing the aftercare tho, especially after such a session, but all in all it was a very good story

[Canuck100]

I love the way you tell your stories.

It sounds like it was an intense experience, but still enjoyable. Thanks for sharing

[overkneesoccersocks]

Kinda missing the aftercare tho, especially after such a session, but all in all it was a very good story

Totally get that. however, that is how I discussed it with him. I wanted to be left tied up, able to free myself on my own. No aftercare. It was not the first time we met so I felt comfortable being left alone. It was a strange feeling though I must admit.