Joey's Old College Try (MMM/M)

[Brez510]

I always imagined myself being tied up. Whenever I watched TV as a kid, and the hero or heroine found themselves in a predicament, I would think of myself in the same scene. I gagged myself and tied my ankles together, placing my hands behind my back in the privacy of my room many, many times, but it just wasn't the same as having it done by a boy or girl in the neighborhood.

When I played traditional games with other kids on the block, like cops and robbers or cowboys and Indians, the opportunity never presented itself for me to be the tied-up victim. I always waited for someone to say, "Joey, we're going to tie you up for the game," but it never happened.

I remember being sick at home. After school, I faintly heard the kids on the block playing next door in the backyard of my friend Lori's house.

That night, Lori called me to see how I felt.

I told her a lot better. I then mentioned that I had heard everyone hanging out in her yard earlier.

"Yeah," Lori said. She told me they were playing a new, more adult game called Robbers and Hostages.

She said she was, unfortunately, the hostage and ended up with her wrists and ankles tied tightly, blindfolded, and gagged. Peter, one of the boys on the block, asked Lori where I was. Lori said I was sick. Peter told Lori he was disappointed because he would have liked to make me a hostage also.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. My only chance to be tied up and gagged, probably forever, and I was in bed sick.

Besides that, Peter was a pretty dominant kind of guy. I could have told him how I liked the way he tied and gagged me, and maybe we could do it in private or in another game sometime.

The thought of blowing that opportunity made me feel sicker than I was with the flu I was suffering from.


No other chance to get tied up ever presented itself throughout my years in public school. No one male or female I was friends with seemed to be into it.

The next opportunity —and I wasn't going to blow this one —came when I was in a fraternity in college.

It was Frat Charity Week. Over seven days, fraternities across campus raised thousands of dollars for various nonprofit organizations.

Some just presented checks, while others held competitions and events. My fraternity, Delta Psi Alpha, did it a little differently.

We were locked in a ten-year battle with the Kappa Gamma fraternity to see who could raise the most money each year.

As strange as it may seem, the battle involved a kidnap frenzy.

The objective was quite simple. Kidnap members of the other fraternity and hold them for "ransom" until a check is presented. The kidnap victim was then brought to a designated spot to exchange them for the money.

The year before, over $5,000 was raised through this idea!

The only stipulation was that the kidnapping could not occur during class hours to prevent interruptions to learning.

It was my Junior year, and as luck would have it, in my third year of college, I was never kidnapped during Charity Week. Several of my fraternity brothers were, though. Their experiences ranged from being held in a Kappa Gamma brothers' dorm room, free to snack, study, and hang out until the ransom was paid, to a few being feebly tied up.

I had such an urge to finally get tied up that even a feeble attempt would do.

I could never understand. I'm handsome, both males and females tell me, I have sandy blond shaggy hair, about 5'9". I'm into running, so I'm pretty toned with just the right amount of muscles. Without sounding egotistical, why did I never get chosen first for games like these?

It was right in the middle of Charity Week. I had resigned myself to the fact that getting kidnapped, even for a worthy cause, would never happen.

But I did give it my old college try by trying to draw attention to myself.

I was getting ready to go out on my night run around the campus trails. While my fellow fraternity brothers would run when they sensed they would be the next victim, I did the opposite and tried to draw attention!

With that in mind, I changed into my shortest, tightest red running shorts, no shirt, and black running shoes. I just wanted to get charity kidnapped. Dressing for my run a little skimpier than I usually do would hopefully draw more attention to me.

I started running from my dorm to the nearby winding path that took me through a campus nature trail.

I was lamenting that this trail would be a great spot to get kidnapped when I suddenly found myself surrounded by four Kappa Gamma members.

Adrian, one of the guys, asked if I was going anywhere special. If I were, my plans would change with a little detour.

I told him I was going on my nightly run.

Although I had waited years for this moment, a sense of fear and dread came over me. I felt like I was actually going to become a kidnap victim against my will. My adrenaline began to rush.

I always said to myself that if this ever happened to me, getting snatched during Charity Week, I would never try to shout to scare my kidnappers away. I would want to see it through to the end.

But even though I knew this was a make believe kidnapping for charity, my first instinct was to shout and run.

I know the guys sensed this. Bob, one of the brothers, quickly came up behind me and put his hand across my mouth.

I felt a rush of adrenaline. Bob always reminded me of Peter from back home. A very dominant guy. He was big, and Bob's large, clamped hand was pressed tightly against my mouth. He kept on loosening his hand up a little, only to clamp it tighter.

My instinct was to fight. I started to kick and flail.

Adrian told the guys he didn't expect this from me. He sent another brother, Tom, to stand guard on the path and let him know if anyone was walking by.

He then told Bob to drag me into the woods.

He said he was surprised at my fighting back.

He told the guys," I thought Joey would just come with us without a problem. We are going to need to tie him up or something."

At this point, I calmed down a little. I couldn't believe that these Kappa Gamma guys weren't going actually to tie me up at first, so I guess it was for the best that I freaked out! Lol

The problem was they had nothing to tie me up with until Allen remembered his girlfriend had asked him to buy her a few pairs of pantyhose when he went to the drug store earlier.

"We could tie him up with those," he said. I have them in the car. Give me two minutes."

The guys had parked Allen's car in a quiet part of a campus lot just off the path.

Bob kept one hand across my mouth while using his other arm to lock my arms together.

I was actually getting hot already without actually being tied up. The powerful control Bob had over me was a genuine turn-on. I acted like I was struggling to get away.

In a moment, Allen returned with the packages of pantyhose.

Adrian opened the packages, took out his pocket knife, and cut the pantyhose into various lengths.

He grabbed my wrists and tied them together. He then drew my elbows together and tied them also.

Adrian then told Bob to move his hand from my mouth. He wadded up a small piece of pantyhose and put it in my mouth. He then took a thin band of hose, placed it between my teeth, and wrapped it around my head a few times, making it tighter with each turn before knotting it behind my neck.

My first sensation of a group of guys tying me up and gagging me delivered a sexual burst I had never experienced before. I was hoping they didn't see how hard I was getting.

Adrian asked me if I was OK. I shook my head yes. The last thing I wanted them to think was that I was uncomfortable.

They never had any intention of tying me up in the first place! They probably would have untied me right away if I had acted like I was in distress. Adrian, Tom, and Allen were too nice in real life to want to see me suffer. I always found Bob to be a little perverted and rough.

I wanted to keep this going, so I kept on moving my arms and legs like I was trying to get loose and gently moaning through the gag.

The guys planned to exchange me for a charitable check in the campus Field House, at the basketball court center circle, after they called my fraternity President, Tyler, to come and get me.

Initially, they planned to surround me and walk me to the field house for the exchange. But, with me now tied and gagged, that plan would have to be altered.

Adrian told Allen we would use his SUV to get me to the field house basketball court. The prospect of walking me there while I was tied and gagged was way too risky.

My kidnappers then moved me out of the woods and back towards the path.

Just then, Tom said that some people were walking on the path.

Bob and Adrian pulled me back into the woods.

The guys had no idea how much being in distress turned me on, so I played my part well. I started kicking, but not enough to draw attention and be found by the passersby. I also mmmmmmfph through the gag, just sufficient enough, though, that I knew Bob would cover my gagged mouth with his hand again. And he did! I know he liked handgagging me.

With the passerby's gone, the group moved me out of the woods, over the path, and towards the back of the parking lot to Allan's SUV.

Adrian opened the back door; Tom got in first and pulled me inside.

It was time to do my guy in distress routine again, so I started to kick my legs.

Adrian took one of the pieces of pantyhose out of his pocket, told Tom to hold me, crossed my ankles, and tied them very tight. I think Adrian was becoming more confident about his tying skills.

Bob then joined Tom and me in the back seat while Allan was getting ready to drive, with Adrian sitting next to him on the passenger side.

Adrian looked into the back of the car with me wedged between Bob and Tom.

"Guys," Adrian said. "I think it would be better if you lay him on the floor. We don't want anyone to see Joey and get suspicious."

With that, Bob and Tom placed me on the floor. It was a big SUV, so there was room for me and also for Bob and Tom's legs.

Now I felt like a true captive. Tied hand and foot, gagged, and placed in a confined space for transport. I was getting very hard. Also, the feel of the pantyhose as a gag and bindings excited me.

Bob told the guys in the car that I was enjoying this too much.

Obviously, he could see how aroused I was.

Bob said that before they tied my ankles together, they should have used one of the extra pairs of pantyhose to make me wear. Bob told the guys that I had nice legs.

Everyone nervously laughed. Adrian told Bob to cool it. He was getting a little too perverted.

This pantyhose fantasy of Bob strangely didn't bother me.

All I could think of was that I was skimpily dressed, tied and gagged with tight running shorts on and no shirt, at the mercy of these guys.

Adrian called my sorority President, Tyler, and told him I had been kidnapped. They wanted $200 for my return, made out to Campus Charitable Trust. He asked Tyler to bring the check to the center court at the basketball facility in the field house in 30 minutes.

Adrian turned around, looked down at the floor, and said, "Joey, Tyler is cool with everything. You'll be free in 30 minutes.

I thought, Adrian, are you sure you and the guys don't want to make it a couple of hours? Lol

Adrian told Allen to drive to the field house, which was a few minutes away.

We left the large parking lot and turned left onto the main campus road. We drove a few yards, and I could see, from the floor, the reflections of red and blue lights behind us.

Adrian said, "s- - t, it's campus police. Stay cool. Bob, grab that blanket I see behind your seat and cover Joey." He told me to be quiet, or we'll all be screwed.

If I could get any wetter, I just did. The knowledge the police had pulled us over with me, a kidnap victim tied and gagged just a few feet away, covered by a blanket to conceal my whereabouts, was just too much to handle. And what if he asked the guys to get out of the car and found me like that under the blanket? I guess it would have been both embarrassing and exciting at the same time. Saved by the police for real. A new fantasy to put into my memory bank.

The officer moved to Allan's window. Allan rolled it down. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" the officer said. Allen told him no.

"You made a left turn out of the parking lot without using your blinker. Allen Reynolds, didn't I stop you last week for having a headlight out?"

"Yes, officer, sorry about two times in one week," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Please provide your student ID, registration, insurance, and driver's license. You know the drill."

The officer took the documents and went back to his car.

Adrian said, "Holy crap. That was close; at least he didn't look around the inside of the car. I guess since he knew you, Allen, he figured we were up to nothing bad. Glad you're such a lawbreaker! And good boy, Joey, for behaving yourself."

The officer returned a few minutes later. "OK, Allen, I'm just giving you a warning. Next time, you'll get another summons. Have a good night, guys."

With that, the officer drove off.

All the guys started laughing.

Adrian said, "Joey, I'm blaming you. If I didn't have to tie you up and gag you, this wouldn't have happened."

They all laughed again, and I smiled under the blanket.

By the way, Adrian said, "I must say you look very, shall I say, interesting, all tied up, and gagged with that outfit on. Don't you guys agree?"

All the guys reconfirmed that I looked good tied up and gagged. That made the already great experience even better! I don't know whether they meant it or were kidding around, but if even one of them found it stimulating, it made me hotter again.

The car finally stopped, and since I was still under the blanket, I assumed we were at the field house, ready for the exchange.

The back door to the SUV opened. Bob and Tom took the blanket off and lifted me.

Before I stepped out of the SUV, Adrian untied my ankles and then rubbed them to help me get the circulation going. Adrian's hands were soft and felt good on my legs.

The guys stood me up, checked to see if the coast was clear, and then hustled me into the field house's back entrance.

We walked through the empty field house to the basketball courts.

Here I was, tied and gagged, ready to be exchanged for my charitable ransom.

The guys asked if they could take selfies and group shots with me. They were great throughout, so I obliged. I noticed Bob took several more pictures of me bound and gagged in the field house. I think he was getting hot seeing me tied up.

We entered one set of doors into the basketball court, while on the opposite end, I could see Tyler and three of my fraternity brothers.

We started walking across the court to the tip-off circle while Tyler and my brothers did the same.

It was very dramatic—the slow walk to center court for the exchange.

I looked at Tyler as we walked. I could see from his facial expression that he was surprised I was tied up and gagged. As I said earlier, this was unusual.

I felt like the true hero in a movie now. This scene was even better than anything I've ever seen on film. And I was in it, and the star!

We got to center court. Tyler handed over the check, and Adrian handed me off to him and my guys.

The boys walked back the way they came. Tyler took the gag off, and I spat out the packing. Two other brothers worked to untie my wrists.

"Poor guy," Tyler said. "It must have been horrible to be tied up and gagged like that. I'm sure it's an experience you would never want to live through again."

Little did he know it was an experience I would live through again—and again—and again.

I feel my next adventure is not that far off!

At least, I can hope.

[WhereAmI]

Usually you can count on Frat boys to oblige others of a good tie-up now and then.

[pssst84@web.de]

Nice Story. Would be awesome if they had really made him to wear pantyhose