BD - Bondage Diary (M/m, M+/m); Fifth entry G, Apr. 20th

[squirrel]

Thanks for the fantastic comments, guys! Glad to see that you enjoy John's adventures

[bondagefreak]

I just love the way the guys - in this case Eric - immediately spring to action the second John steps out of the washroom and clamp their gloved palms atop his face to prohibit any speaking. Loving the physical overkill domination and the overly severe preventative handgags.

[Htdgagfreak85]

Finally caught up—really enjoyed the whole journey so far! The idea of being held captive as a birthday gift was brilliant, and that line from John’s dad—‘I guess you can consider yourself the prisoner of your own desires’—was just perfect. Subtle, deep, and very well placed. Great work!

[Alkaid90]

nothing better than a father and son hiking in the forest for strengthening family ties

[bondagefreak]

My good buddy @squirrel is being missed!
Hope we get an update from you soon, my friend.

[squirrel]

Chapter 5,

part G

The moment my father and his military buddies set off I started moaning into my oversized gag. The alpha hunks seemed to be amused by my pathetic efforts to speak or make any other noise, but that didn’t stop my from trying. Since I was being carried on my Dad’s shoulder I decided not to struggle or wiggle too much; I didn’t want to risk falling on the ground. With my arms mercilessly bound behind my back and fastened to my torso, the fall could be quite painful and I definitely wanted to avoid that. What was more, I was absolutely sure that even if that happened, none of the muscular alphas would even suggest untying me or at least removing my gag. Whatever they head in mind, I was completely powerless to do anything against it. The guys were fully aware of my helplessness and seemed to enjoy having total control over their restrained victim.

After a few minutes we entered a small, narrow path in the forest so the hunks had to walk in Indian file. My father was at the back; behind him was only Mr. Allen, who was making sure that nothing bad would happen to me. I looked around as much as my position allowed; the woods seemed to be quite large and thick. The trees guaranteed much shade, for which I was really grateful; the day was quite warm and I was already beginning to sweat. I had no idea how my father and his buddies could endure such weather in those tight shirts and army boots. From time to time I cast Mr. Allen a quick glance; whenever he saw me doing that he smiled down at me and playful sparkles of amusement appeared in his eyes. I couldn’t tell why, but I didn’t like that; something was telling me that the guy had planned something nasty for me and the thought that I could do nothing to prevent that happening was a little scary.

I have no idea how much time had passed before we finally reached a lake; from what I could see from my father’s shoulder it was quite large. I struggled a little bit, but one hard smack on my buttocks was enough to calm me down. I heard the guys laugh at my predicament and felt my face turn red under the multiple layers of duct tape. My father stopped and looked around while his army friends started looking for the perfect spot for the fishing. If I was right, they wanted to find a large clearing where we could all sit together, but apparently that wasn’t about to happen. I heard Mr. Cooper and Mr. Morgan curse under their noses, which was an evident proof that they were disappointed with the place.



“What do you say boys, we stay here or try to find some better spot?” Mr. Allen asked after a longer while.

“I say we move on, there must be something better than this!” Mr. Mitchell seemed to be a little irritated, but that could only be my imagination.

“No fucking way! There is plenty of room here, and if we move, we might find nothing and then return here. I’d rather stay here and enjoy the shade of the trees.” Mr. Lewis said.

“Yeah, I agree!” Came from Mr. Allen.

“Same here, guys!” Mr. Morgan added.

“If you guys say so…” Mr. Mitchell gave up.

“All right, that’s settled then!” My father said and placed me on the ground.

For a brief moment I hoped that Dad would finally untie me, but I was in a big mistake. Instead of letting me go, he moved me to the nearest tree and made me sit on the ground. He leaned my back against the tree and told me to stay still. I groaned into the oversized gag, but didn’t dare move. My father smirked at my pathetic whimper and began inspecting my bonds. He checked every single rope and made sure that all the knots were as secure as the moment they had cinched them. He even bent my upper body forward to see if my arms were still properly bound. I looked him in the eye and tried to beg to at least remove my gag, but he just patted me gently on my cheek with his leather gloved palm and stood up. I started struggling a little bit, but Dad kicked me meaningfully and ordered to not cause any problems or there would be consequences; that was more than enough to shut me up and make me calm down.

I let out a sigh and watched my captors work. They were swift and didn’t even require to talk to each other; it was obvious that they had been going fishing together for a long time. Mr. Allen took the fishing rods from one of the bags and started preparing them. Mr. Cooper grabbed some blankets and laid them on the ground, as close to the lake shore as possible. Mr. Lewis took care of the worms and Mr. Mitchell dealt with what seemed to be the most important thing: the alcohol. The hunks had two large portable cooler boxes, which were full of cold bottles of beer. I saw that Mr. Mitchell’s eyes sparkled with joy and amusement when he opened one of the boxes and grabbed several bottles. He handed one to each of his buddies and soon I heard the voice of bottle caps being removed. The guys made a toast and each of them gulped half of the bottle down. I could only stare and envy them.

“Oh fuck, that’s what I needed! The kid doesn’t look like it, but he definitely got on some muscle weight. Carrying him on my shoulder all the way here wasn’t as easy as it used to be, but here is my well earned reward! Man, the guy who invented these cooler boxes was a fucking genius…” My father said and drank the rest of his beer.

“You got that right, bro! One of the best inventions in the history of mankind… Screw the wheel and electricity, THIS is what kids should learn about at school…” Mr. Morgan said and all the hunk laughed. Even I tried to do it, but the gag did its job well and only a barely audible grunt escaped my duct taped mouth.

“Ok boys, let’s not waste more time and set everything ready. I suggest we put the bag with ropes and duct tape next to our prisoner; if he gets bored he can look inside and think of the many ways we can tie him up using those supplies.” Mr. Allen suggested.

“You are a funny guy, have I already told you that, you sick fucker?” Mr. Morgan said with a smile to his buddy.

“Yep, countless of time…”

The hunks laughed again and got to work. My father grabbed one of the bags and placed it next to me. He opened it, grabbed my chin and make look inside; there were miles of rope and at least four rolls of super string, military grade duct tape there. I gulped when I saw how much the guys had prepared for me. Dad let go of my face, ruffled my hair playfully and left me under the tree not saying even one word to me. I watched as Mr. Lewis and Mr. Mitchell put the worms on the hooks. Soon the fishing lines disappeared under the water surface and my captors sat on the blankets or under the trees. For some time they were all quiet, enjoying each other’s company, looking absentmindedly at the lake and from time to time at me.

For some reason I thought that breaking the silence would be inappropriate; the guys seemed to enjoy it a lot. Nobody was saying anything and the only sound we could hear for several long minutes was the one that came from either the forest or the lake. The gentle breeze was brushing our faces and bodies, bringing a welcome relief from the heat that we all felt even in the shade of the trees. Of course I was in the worst position; all my captors could drink the cold beer to cool themselves, while I had to chew on the awfully tasting rag that my father had forced into my mouth earlier that day. I moved a little bit to adjust my position, but that didn’t help much; with all those ropes wrapped mercilessly around my body the best thing I could do was to stay still.

“Fuck, there’s nothing better than going fishing with your buddies on a day like this!” Mr. Cooper broke the silence after a long while.

“Yeah, I agree, bro! Good company, cold beer, nothing to worry about…” Mr. Allen replied.

“And a properly tied up prisoner, right boys?” Mr. Lewis added, making the guys laugh.

The hunks were chatting about meaningless stuff for quite some time. From time to time I tried to attract their attention by moaning and grunting, but none of them took any notice of me. The incredibly tight gag was absolutely flawless and even I could barely hear my muffled whimpers. I could only sit there, leaned against the tree and wait for my captors to release me from my bonds. I closed my eyes to relax, but soon opened them rapidly. Somebody was approaching our little camp and judging by the voice it was a guy. Soon he spotted my father and his buddies and came to say hi. He froze when he saw me and it was clear that he was totally taken aback and maybe even frightened, but the hunks quickly explained to him what was going on. At first he was listening incredulously, but after a while he laughed.

“Really, man? You tie your own son up?” The stranger asked after a short while.

“I also find it hard to believe that someone might love being completely restrained… but if only you knew how many times he begged me to do it…” Dad answered with a smile.

“And I guess the only way to shut him up was... shutting him up, right?”

“Precisely! Come on, sit with us and have a beer, mate!” Mr. Mitchell suggested and the man agreed.

I watched as he joined the group of my captors and soon they were all absorbed in conversation and no one was paying any attention to me. I have no idea how much time we spent like that, but it must have been at least several hours. Whenever I felt bored I looked into the open bag filled with ropes and duct tape and tried to figure out what else the guys had in store for me. Every now and then I tried to struggle and wiggle my arms free, but the bonds were too neat and tight and after a few moments I had to give up. When the Sun started to set, the stranger asked my Dad if he could take a photo of me. My father agreed and the man came closer to me and I heard the familiar clicking sound.

“How do you like it, kid?” He said and showed me the pictures.

I was shocked when instead of my photos I saw a text on the screen. ‘If what those guys said is true, blink twice.’ I looked him in the eye and quickly blinked as he wanted. He ruffled my hair playfully and left to say goodbye with my father and his buddies. He was about to live when he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Man, what the fuck is he gagged with? It looks like something huge..." He asked.

Dad's smile grew awfully wide. He walked to the stranger and whispered somthing into his ears. I saw the guy's eyes grow wide.

"O fuck... I don't envy you, kiddo... But you seem to be enjoying it. Anyway, thanks guys!"

When he disappeared into the woods my Dad came to me and squatted down next to me.

“I saw you blinking, John. I’m thinking that he wanted to make sure that what we said was true and that you are completely safe, am I right, son?”

“Mmmmhhh!” I nodded and tried to speak.

“Good to know he was a good man… Anyway, time to return to the cottage!”

The guys started gathering the stuff: the blankets, fishing rods, empty portable cooler boxes. When everything was packed and we were about to leave, my six captors gathered around me and looked down at me. My father forced me on my stomach to check the ropes again. I grunted impatiently as I was getting really sore and my mouth was parched from being gagged for the whole day. Once Dad made sure that everything was in order, I saw five military boots getting close to my face, surrounding it.

“Son, I was carrying you here. Now you must choose the man who will carry you back home. Place your taped mouth on one of the boots, the owner will do the job.”

I tried to look up, but it was pointless. I squirmed a little bit and for a moment I wanted to oppose and resist; being forced to touch those leather army shoes with my lips was extremely humiliating, even considering the fact that they were tightly taped shut. The guys were waiting patiently and I realized that I had to pick. I crawled a little and touched one of the boots with my mouth.

“Good choice, kiddo! You’ll travel on Eric’s shoulder then!” Came my Dad’s voice.


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[Xtc]

It's nice to see a family that plays together.

[Bradstick]

Loved this continuation! Keep up the great work my friend!

[Alkaid90]

damm it!!!!

its a wonderful next chapter... that stranger dude and asking if all was fine was an interesting detail...

keep me in suspense about the rest of john weekend

[Htdgagfreak85]

Really liked this one. That twist with the stranger caught me off guard—in a good way. Loved the atmosphere, the little details...the subtle blink to the stranger was a brilliant touch.

[bondagefreak]

What a fun chapter! Though I loathe still-fishing (I'm a cast & retrieve type of fisher), these outdoorsy lakeside scenes really speak to me. That's an awesome lakeside clearing.

The stranger's arrival was pretty cool, what with the secret messaging to make sure John was okay and all. But man, I think it's safe to say we're all dying to find out what his taped mouth is packed with. Can't wait for the next part!