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Chapter 1
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” I muttered to myself as I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel where this guy was staying.
My name is Brian, I’m 25, and I’ve been a Marine for about three years. I keep my hair cropped short on the sides with just enough length on top to give it shape. I’ve always been lean and cut from working out, though the real bulk is in my chest and arms. That day, I wore a black skintight Nike workout shirt, black shorts, and a pair of white crew-length Nike socks tucked into my gym sneakers. In the back seat sat my military-issued duffel bag, packed with the uniform I’d been asked to bring along.
Life in the Marines built discipline, but it also left me with more pent-up stress and frustration than I knew what to do with. Nothing ever seemed to take the edge off—except one thing. Late at night, I’d scroll through my phone, looking at pictures of men in bondage. Hogtied, chair-tied, spread-eagle, strapped into straitjackets or sleepsacks—you name it, I wanted to try it. But finding someone in my unit into the same thing? That was impossible. Most of them were either straight, closeted, or way too careful to let anyone know their secrets. It was maddening, being surrounded by tough, masculine men and wishing—just once—that one of them would throw me down, tie me up, gag me, and take complete control.
That’s how I ended up on a bondage site one night. The profiles were a mix of anonymous photos, men in rope, and detailed fantasies. Just browsing gave me a hard-on, but staring wasn’t enough. I wanted in. So I set up a profile. I uploaded a shot of myself in uniform and wrote out exactly what I was looking for. Nothing extreme—I didn’t want to scare anyone off—but I made it clear: I wanted to be tied up, gagged, and stripped of control.
Most of the messages I got back were either from guys too far away or ones who weren’t serious. Then, one day, I got this:
“Hey there, stud. What’s going on with you? I’m Frank.”
“Brian. Nothing much—just chilling at home,” I typed back.
Even that little exchange got my pulse up, though that wasn’t unusual when I first started talking to someone from the site.
“I read your profile,” he wrote. “I think I can help you work out some of that frustration. I’m good with rope, love gags, and I like bringing a guy to the edge—making him feel powerless. I’ve tied up plenty of men, and most leave very satisfied. Not sure what your plans are tomorrow, but I’ll be in your area for a couple of days. I’d love to rope you up nice and good.”
Attached to the message was his picture, and it floored me. He was 30, six-foot-two, and looked like he practically lived in the gym. Short brown hair faded tight on the sides, a neat beard, and the kind of natural body hair I’d always found hot. His chest, arms, and legs were thick with muscle—not the oversized bulk of a bodybuilder, but strong, solid, and powerful. In the photo, he was in a tank top, gym shorts, high-tops, and crew socks, a backward cap completing the look. He sent a few more shots too, showing off different angles, different outfits, enough to prove he wasn’t just a meathead flexing for the camera.
Then came the real kicker: photos of men he’d tied up. There was rope everywhere, intricate and tight, bodies bent in all kinds of positions, gags in every variety. I stared at them, almost dizzy with excitement.
“Wow,” I typed. “I’m blown away. You look amazing—and those pictures of your work? They’re insanely hot.” My heart hammered as I hit send.
“Glad you like what you see,” he replied. “So I’ll take that as a yes for tomorrow? You can think on it if you’re unsure.”
“Absolutely yes. I’d love to be tied up, gagged, and under your control.”
“Perfect. One more thing—I’ve never tied up a Marine before. Any chance you’ll let me do it with you in uniform? I’d love to see rope stretched across those muscles in camo.”
“I can make that happen. Just make sure you use plenty of rope—and gag me good.”
“Oh, that was going to happen no matter what you wore,” he shot back. “Hope you’re ready to be worked over, boi.”
We worked out the details from there—limits, boundaries, the usual safety checks. But underneath all that, we both knew exactly what we wanted. When the time was set, he gave me his hotel address.
Which brought me back to the present: standing in a hotel parking lot, heart pounding, my duffel slung over my shoulder as I stepped inside.
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Pent Up Frustration (M/M)
Pent Up Frustration (M/M)
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Wow, that was one great beginning. You've opened up the possibility of a few more great chapters, maybe even an erotic bondage book.
Keep up the great writing!
Keep up the great writing!
Excellent set up. Is there more?
Chapter 2
I anxiously walked into the lobby with my duffel bag in hand, caught between nervousness and horny anticipation. My hands were shaking with excitement. The hotel itself was surprisingly nice; either his job had placed him here, or he made a lot of money. I spotted the elevator and headed toward it. Once inside, I pressed the button for the sixth floor, where he was staying.
As I rode up, cold feet started to creep in. My brain filled with doubts:
What if he’s crazy?!
What if he kidnaps me and no one ever hears from me again?!
The thoughts spiraled, but the sheer intensity of my arousal kept me from bolting back to my car.
I decided it was best to text him and let him know I was almost at his room. As soon as I hit send, the elevator doors slid open. I stepped into the hallway, scanning left and right for room 6023. It felt like I was also checking to make sure no one was watching me, which, in hindsight, was strange—but then again, first-time jitters can make anyone paranoid.
I followed the signs down the hall until I reached the very end, where 6023 finally came into view. Taking out my phone, I checked for a reply from him. Nothing. That gave me pause, but I swallowed my nerves and knocked anyway.
Knock, knock. No answer.
I tried again. Still nothing.
Weird. I thought he said he’d be here today. Maybe I’ve got the wrong room?
I raised my fist for a third attempt when I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped, spun around—and there he was, in all his muscle glory: Frank.
He wore a tight workout shirt that clung to his body, paired with shorts and high-tops, crew socks pulled snug at his calves. A gym bag hung from his shoulder, and sweat glistened on his skin as if he’d just finished a workout. Whatever the case, he looked ridiculously hot in that moment.
Before I could say a word, he pressed me against the door and kissed me, his hand caressing my face while the other roamed my body. I was startled at first, but it melted away the second I kissed him back. My hand slid to the back of his head as our tongues tangled. His hands traced down my torso, pinching my nipples just enough to send shockwaves through me.
Bondage aside, the sheer spontaneity of the moment nearly had me ready to blow.
One hand tangled in my hair while the other slid lower, down to the bulge in my shorts. He massaged me through the fabric, teasing, stroking, careful not to push me over the edge too soon. Then his hand slipped inside, wrapping around my cock, slow and deliberate. I was complete putty in his grip, every ounce of nervousness gone.
Eventually, he pulled away, smirking.
“I hope that makes up for any worry I caused you. I didn’t expect my workout to run so late, or else I’d have already been in the room,” he said.
“Holy shit. Wow. Yeah—it’s totally fine. I thought about calling you, but that was way better,” I laughed.
“Well, good. Glad to see you’re horny and ready. I bet you’ve been thinking about this all night. Your cock tells me you’ve got plenty of steam to blow off. Let’s head inside and take care of that.”
I blushed. “Yeah, haha. I guess it’s pretty obvious.”
We stepped into the room together, ready to begin a day of bondage fun.
I anxiously walked into the lobby with my duffel bag in hand, caught between nervousness and horny anticipation. My hands were shaking with excitement. The hotel itself was surprisingly nice; either his job had placed him here, or he made a lot of money. I spotted the elevator and headed toward it. Once inside, I pressed the button for the sixth floor, where he was staying.
As I rode up, cold feet started to creep in. My brain filled with doubts:
What if he’s crazy?!
What if he kidnaps me and no one ever hears from me again?!
The thoughts spiraled, but the sheer intensity of my arousal kept me from bolting back to my car.
I decided it was best to text him and let him know I was almost at his room. As soon as I hit send, the elevator doors slid open. I stepped into the hallway, scanning left and right for room 6023. It felt like I was also checking to make sure no one was watching me, which, in hindsight, was strange—but then again, first-time jitters can make anyone paranoid.
I followed the signs down the hall until I reached the very end, where 6023 finally came into view. Taking out my phone, I checked for a reply from him. Nothing. That gave me pause, but I swallowed my nerves and knocked anyway.
Knock, knock. No answer.
I tried again. Still nothing.
Weird. I thought he said he’d be here today. Maybe I’ve got the wrong room?
I raised my fist for a third attempt when I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped, spun around—and there he was, in all his muscle glory: Frank.
He wore a tight workout shirt that clung to his body, paired with shorts and high-tops, crew socks pulled snug at his calves. A gym bag hung from his shoulder, and sweat glistened on his skin as if he’d just finished a workout. Whatever the case, he looked ridiculously hot in that moment.
Before I could say a word, he pressed me against the door and kissed me, his hand caressing my face while the other roamed my body. I was startled at first, but it melted away the second I kissed him back. My hand slid to the back of his head as our tongues tangled. His hands traced down my torso, pinching my nipples just enough to send shockwaves through me.
Bondage aside, the sheer spontaneity of the moment nearly had me ready to blow.
One hand tangled in my hair while the other slid lower, down to the bulge in my shorts. He massaged me through the fabric, teasing, stroking, careful not to push me over the edge too soon. Then his hand slipped inside, wrapping around my cock, slow and deliberate. I was complete putty in his grip, every ounce of nervousness gone.
Eventually, he pulled away, smirking.
“I hope that makes up for any worry I caused you. I didn’t expect my workout to run so late, or else I’d have already been in the room,” he said.
“Holy shit. Wow. Yeah—it’s totally fine. I thought about calling you, but that was way better,” I laughed.
“Well, good. Glad to see you’re horny and ready. I bet you’ve been thinking about this all night. Your cock tells me you’ve got plenty of steam to blow off. Let’s head inside and take care of that.”
I blushed. “Yeah, haha. I guess it’s pretty obvious.”
We stepped into the room together, ready to begin a day of bondage fun.
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(I hope you guys like the slow build up. Me personally, i always enjoyed it when people build up to the good stuff)
Chapter 3
We walked into the room, and I immediately noticed a bunch of supplies laid out neatly on the bed. There was a full spread of rope, the ends marked with different colored tape—probably so he could tell the lengths apart. Next to them was an assortment of gags: panel gags, ball gags, bandanas in various colors, penis and plug gags, a head harness, a jock cup with straps attached, and several rolls of tape.
One thing stood out to me, though—there weren’t any socks. That struck me as odd since it was something I had specifically mentioned to him.
To be gagged with a guy’s freshly worn socks, especially after a workout, has always been something I’ve wanted to try, I remembered typing to him. Maybe he’s saving that for another time?
Beyond the gags, two pieces of leather gear immediately caught my eye: a straitjacket and a sleepsack. Those had always been on my list to experience, and just seeing them instantly turned me on. I walked over and laid my hand across the smooth surface. The coolness of the leather against my skin made me shiver in the air-conditioned room.
“I put those out in case we get to them,” Frank said, noticing my interest. “I wanted you to have choices, but don’t worry—you’ll get the chance to try them at some point.”
“You’ve got so much here, I don’t even know where to start. It’s overwhelming—I want to try it all!” I admitted with a nervous laugh. Truthfully, I felt a bit lightheaded, though part of me joked it was just all the blood rushing south.
Frank smirked. “We probably don’t have that kind of time today, but we’ll get through as much as we can. A lot of guys get overwhelmed the first time, but once they cum, they’re usually spent. Still, a strong Marine like you? I’m expecting more stamina than I’m used to.”
I playfully saluted. “Yes, sir! I plan to give you my best!”
“In that case,” he said with a gentle sternness, “why don’t you start changing into your uniform. Once you’re ready, we’ll decide how to proceed. You can choose how you want to be tied, but I’ll decide when you’re released, how you’re gagged, and everything else—as long as it stays within your limits. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
I dug into my duffel and began pulling on my green combat utility uniform, making sure everything looked sharp. I rolled up the sleeves—partly out of habit, partly because I wanted my biceps visible once the ropes were cinched tight. The clothes I’d worn earlier ended up in a pile on the floor. When I finished, I turned to find Frank watching me closely, clearly pleased with how I looked in uniform.
“Looking really good, boi. Looks like you’re ready. So—have you decided how you want me to tie you up?”
I glanced back at the bed, my eyes darting over the ropes and gear.
“I think it’s only fitting we start with rope. Maybe a chair tie? That seems like a good entry point for me.”
“I figured my Marine stud would choose that,” Frank said with a grin. “But before we begin…”
He stepped close—just like he had outside the door—and leaned in until I could smell the musk of his sweat mixed with deodorant. His whole demeanor shifted, pressing me into a more submissive space. His hand slid to my crotch, gripping the erection straining against my pants. He stroked me lightly, eyes locked on mine.
“Mmm, seems my Marine likes the idea of being tied up. This muscle stud looks like he wants nothing more than to be bound to a chair, gagged thoroughly, and made helpless,” Frank murmured.
“Say it, boi. Ask me to tie you up, gag you, make you feel powerless. Ask me to stroke your cock to the edge until you’re begging for release. Ask me to get you off as many times as I want. Only then will I start.”
My heart pounded in my chest. Adrenaline surged through me. This is really happening.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
“Please, sir,” I said, almost trembling, “this Marine would love nothing more than to be tied to a chair by you. Gag me so no one hears me moan while you stroke my cock. Please—get me off as many times as you want. Do whatever you think I’ll enjoy.”
He stopped stroking me and gave my cheek a light tap.
“That’s a good boi. Now—let’s get started.”
I didn’t realize it at the time, but those words were the best thing I could have ever asked for.
Chapter 3
We walked into the room, and I immediately noticed a bunch of supplies laid out neatly on the bed. There was a full spread of rope, the ends marked with different colored tape—probably so he could tell the lengths apart. Next to them was an assortment of gags: panel gags, ball gags, bandanas in various colors, penis and plug gags, a head harness, a jock cup with straps attached, and several rolls of tape.
One thing stood out to me, though—there weren’t any socks. That struck me as odd since it was something I had specifically mentioned to him.
To be gagged with a guy’s freshly worn socks, especially after a workout, has always been something I’ve wanted to try, I remembered typing to him. Maybe he’s saving that for another time?
Beyond the gags, two pieces of leather gear immediately caught my eye: a straitjacket and a sleepsack. Those had always been on my list to experience, and just seeing them instantly turned me on. I walked over and laid my hand across the smooth surface. The coolness of the leather against my skin made me shiver in the air-conditioned room.
“I put those out in case we get to them,” Frank said, noticing my interest. “I wanted you to have choices, but don’t worry—you’ll get the chance to try them at some point.”
“You’ve got so much here, I don’t even know where to start. It’s overwhelming—I want to try it all!” I admitted with a nervous laugh. Truthfully, I felt a bit lightheaded, though part of me joked it was just all the blood rushing south.
Frank smirked. “We probably don’t have that kind of time today, but we’ll get through as much as we can. A lot of guys get overwhelmed the first time, but once they cum, they’re usually spent. Still, a strong Marine like you? I’m expecting more stamina than I’m used to.”
I playfully saluted. “Yes, sir! I plan to give you my best!”
“In that case,” he said with a gentle sternness, “why don’t you start changing into your uniform. Once you’re ready, we’ll decide how to proceed. You can choose how you want to be tied, but I’ll decide when you’re released, how you’re gagged, and everything else—as long as it stays within your limits. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
I dug into my duffel and began pulling on my green combat utility uniform, making sure everything looked sharp. I rolled up the sleeves—partly out of habit, partly because I wanted my biceps visible once the ropes were cinched tight. The clothes I’d worn earlier ended up in a pile on the floor. When I finished, I turned to find Frank watching me closely, clearly pleased with how I looked in uniform.
“Looking really good, boi. Looks like you’re ready. So—have you decided how you want me to tie you up?”
I glanced back at the bed, my eyes darting over the ropes and gear.
“I think it’s only fitting we start with rope. Maybe a chair tie? That seems like a good entry point for me.”
“I figured my Marine stud would choose that,” Frank said with a grin. “But before we begin…”
He stepped close—just like he had outside the door—and leaned in until I could smell the musk of his sweat mixed with deodorant. His whole demeanor shifted, pressing me into a more submissive space. His hand slid to my crotch, gripping the erection straining against my pants. He stroked me lightly, eyes locked on mine.
“Mmm, seems my Marine likes the idea of being tied up. This muscle stud looks like he wants nothing more than to be bound to a chair, gagged thoroughly, and made helpless,” Frank murmured.
“Say it, boi. Ask me to tie you up, gag you, make you feel powerless. Ask me to stroke your cock to the edge until you’re begging for release. Ask me to get you off as many times as I want. Only then will I start.”
My heart pounded in my chest. Adrenaline surged through me. This is really happening.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
“Please, sir,” I said, almost trembling, “this Marine would love nothing more than to be tied to a chair by you. Gag me so no one hears me moan while you stroke my cock. Please—get me off as many times as you want. Do whatever you think I’ll enjoy.”
He stopped stroking me and gave my cheek a light tap.
“That’s a good boi. Now—let’s get started.”
I didn’t realize it at the time, but those words were the best thing I could have ever asked for.
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Here it comes!!! 
Very good beginning. Looks like its going to be a long hotel stay too.
Oh man, that is one hell of a story! Building up the tension is superb and I absolutely loved the kissing scene...
I was wondering when I'd be able to draw you attention to this storysquirrel wrote: 5 years ago Oh man, that is one hell of a story! Building up the tension is superb and I absolutely loved the kissing scene...
That's an awesome story! The beginning was a little slow for my tastes but it has grown on me and I'm loving how you are building up the tension, lightly teasing us about it!
Chapter 4
There I was, standing in a hotel room in full uniform—rock hard in my pants, sweating, and with my heart about to pound out of my chest. Frank knew exactly how to get me going. The way he talked. The way he touched me. The confidence he carried. Everything about him made me want to be tied up by him even more.
He led me over to a chair and had me sit down.
“Now’s your last chance to back out. Once I’ve got you, I decide when you get let out,” he said as he gathered up ropes of varying lengths.
“I’m definitely ready for this. Make sure you tie me up nice and good. This Marine is ready for a challenge!” I said, trying to sound as masculine as possible.
He brought over the rope he wanted and got to work. My arms were pulled behind the chair, my wrists laid one over the other. Rope wrapped around them in a crisscross pattern, loop after loop, before being secured with a knot I couldn’t reach.
“How does that feel?” he asked, checking circulation.
“It feels amazing,” I said, my cock already straining in my pants.
He grabbed more rope and wrapped it around my chest—above and below my pecs, the lines pressing into the muscle and making them stand out. The rope ran around the back of the chair, then over my shoulders and down through the bars before being tied off behind me. My chest was locked tight against the chair back.
Next, he ran ropes from my wrists, weaving them into the chest harness and cinching my hands firmly against the chair so I couldn’t move them. My upper body was fully secured. Then he worked down to my legs. Rope bit into my thighs, wrapped several times before being tied beneath the chair. My knees, shins, and ankles were each bound in turn, tied off neatly. By the time he was finished, the only thing I could do was raise my feet slightly—but even that was taken away when he pulled my booted feet back, lashed them to the lower frame of the chair, and left me with nothing free.
I couldn’t move my arms. Couldn’t move my torso. Couldn’t move my legs. Rope hugged nearly every part of me, and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life.
“My bound Marine is looking really good all wrapped in rope. Still have a little more I want to use,” Frank said as he checked over his work.
He walked to the front of me, squatted down, and started undoing the buttons of my pants. Luckily, I’d gone without underwear that day. He reached between my thighs and pulled my cock and balls free.
“Looks like someone’s very happy right now,” he smirked, giving me a slow stroke.
He picked up a thinner rope and began wrapping it around my balls. I hadn’t expected that. The sensation had me leaning back, groaning as he wound the rope tighter, then looped it around my cock as well. My shaft swelled as the rope snugly embraced it. By the time he tied it off, I was throbbing and aching.
“All right, I think that’s enough rope. You’re not going anywhere for a while,” he said, looking me over. “How’s it feel? Tight enough?”
“It feels fucking amazing. The rope on my cock and balls was a nice touch. I want to get off so bad right now,” I said, straining against my bonds.
“We’ll get to that soon. For now, I want you to really soak in the ropes.” He grinned. “I’ve still got a couple more things to take care of.”
He sat on the bed, unlaced his high-top sneakers, and peeled off his white Nike socks. They were damp, clearly worked in hard, the fabric darkened from sweat and marked with the shape of his feet. He balled them in his hands, grabbed a few bandanas and a roll of duct tape, and walked toward me.
“I’ve got to make sure my Marine doesn’t draw attention while we have fun. Any last words, stud?” he asked.
I hesitated, thinking maybe it was best to set some kind of limit on time. I know he knows I’ve got the next two weeks off, but maybe I should—
“Hey, about how long I’ll be tied up, I was thinking mayb—MMPPPHHH!”
I never finished. He shoved one of his socks into my mouth. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but he was relentless, stuffing the whole thing inside. His feet were size 14—these socks were massive. They tasted awful, bitter with sweat, but somehow the humiliation only made me harder.
When it was all the way in, he clamped his hand over my mouth, holding it in as he leaned close.
“I was hoping you’d try to talk before I gagged you. Makes it even better knowing you were going back on our arrangement. Don’t worry—just relax and enjoy. You’re my tied-up Marine for as long as I want,” he said, reaching for more supplies.
He shoved a bandana between my teeth as a cleave, sealing the sock inside. Another bandana went wide across my mouth, then another, then another, layer after layer. Finally, he wound duct tape around my gag, circling my face five times before pulling strips up under my chin and across my cheeks like a muzzle, covering everything from nose to jaw.
“How’s that gag, stud?” Frank teased.
“Mmmmppphhh,” I groaned, utterly muted.
“Just a few more things…” he said.
What else could he possibly do at this point?! I thought to myself.
He picked up one of his sneakers, set it near me, then moved behind. I heard shuffling, the sound of a closet door opening.
“I think you’re going to like this,” Frank said.
He tilted the chair back and dragged it across the floor. When he finally stopped and turned me around, I understood. He’d placed a mirror in front of me.
If my jaw weren’t gagged, it would’ve dropped. The ropes hugged every inch of my uniformed body. The gag looked intense. I looked incredible.
“I can tell you’re enjoying this. Time for the finishing touch,” Frank said.
He picked up the sneaker, stuffed the other sock into it, and pressed it over my nose. Stretching the tongue out, he strapped it to my face with more duct tape until it sealed in place. The smell was strong—awful, yet overwhelming—and I was shocked I didn’t cum right then and there.
“I think that’s enough damage for now. I’m going to let you simmer a bit,” Frank said, giving my cock a stroke. “Enjoy the ride.”
And with that, I was left completely helpless—bound, gagged, and loving every minute of it.
There I was, standing in a hotel room in full uniform—rock hard in my pants, sweating, and with my heart about to pound out of my chest. Frank knew exactly how to get me going. The way he talked. The way he touched me. The confidence he carried. Everything about him made me want to be tied up by him even more.
He led me over to a chair and had me sit down.
“Now’s your last chance to back out. Once I’ve got you, I decide when you get let out,” he said as he gathered up ropes of varying lengths.
“I’m definitely ready for this. Make sure you tie me up nice and good. This Marine is ready for a challenge!” I said, trying to sound as masculine as possible.
He brought over the rope he wanted and got to work. My arms were pulled behind the chair, my wrists laid one over the other. Rope wrapped around them in a crisscross pattern, loop after loop, before being secured with a knot I couldn’t reach.
“How does that feel?” he asked, checking circulation.
“It feels amazing,” I said, my cock already straining in my pants.
He grabbed more rope and wrapped it around my chest—above and below my pecs, the lines pressing into the muscle and making them stand out. The rope ran around the back of the chair, then over my shoulders and down through the bars before being tied off behind me. My chest was locked tight against the chair back.
Next, he ran ropes from my wrists, weaving them into the chest harness and cinching my hands firmly against the chair so I couldn’t move them. My upper body was fully secured. Then he worked down to my legs. Rope bit into my thighs, wrapped several times before being tied beneath the chair. My knees, shins, and ankles were each bound in turn, tied off neatly. By the time he was finished, the only thing I could do was raise my feet slightly—but even that was taken away when he pulled my booted feet back, lashed them to the lower frame of the chair, and left me with nothing free.
I couldn’t move my arms. Couldn’t move my torso. Couldn’t move my legs. Rope hugged nearly every part of me, and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life.
“My bound Marine is looking really good all wrapped in rope. Still have a little more I want to use,” Frank said as he checked over his work.
He walked to the front of me, squatted down, and started undoing the buttons of my pants. Luckily, I’d gone without underwear that day. He reached between my thighs and pulled my cock and balls free.
“Looks like someone’s very happy right now,” he smirked, giving me a slow stroke.
He picked up a thinner rope and began wrapping it around my balls. I hadn’t expected that. The sensation had me leaning back, groaning as he wound the rope tighter, then looped it around my cock as well. My shaft swelled as the rope snugly embraced it. By the time he tied it off, I was throbbing and aching.
“All right, I think that’s enough rope. You’re not going anywhere for a while,” he said, looking me over. “How’s it feel? Tight enough?”
“It feels fucking amazing. The rope on my cock and balls was a nice touch. I want to get off so bad right now,” I said, straining against my bonds.
“We’ll get to that soon. For now, I want you to really soak in the ropes.” He grinned. “I’ve still got a couple more things to take care of.”
He sat on the bed, unlaced his high-top sneakers, and peeled off his white Nike socks. They were damp, clearly worked in hard, the fabric darkened from sweat and marked with the shape of his feet. He balled them in his hands, grabbed a few bandanas and a roll of duct tape, and walked toward me.
“I’ve got to make sure my Marine doesn’t draw attention while we have fun. Any last words, stud?” he asked.
I hesitated, thinking maybe it was best to set some kind of limit on time. I know he knows I’ve got the next two weeks off, but maybe I should—
“Hey, about how long I’ll be tied up, I was thinking mayb—MMPPPHHH!”
I never finished. He shoved one of his socks into my mouth. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but he was relentless, stuffing the whole thing inside. His feet were size 14—these socks were massive. They tasted awful, bitter with sweat, but somehow the humiliation only made me harder.
When it was all the way in, he clamped his hand over my mouth, holding it in as he leaned close.
“I was hoping you’d try to talk before I gagged you. Makes it even better knowing you were going back on our arrangement. Don’t worry—just relax and enjoy. You’re my tied-up Marine for as long as I want,” he said, reaching for more supplies.
He shoved a bandana between my teeth as a cleave, sealing the sock inside. Another bandana went wide across my mouth, then another, then another, layer after layer. Finally, he wound duct tape around my gag, circling my face five times before pulling strips up under my chin and across my cheeks like a muzzle, covering everything from nose to jaw.
“How’s that gag, stud?” Frank teased.
“Mmmmppphhh,” I groaned, utterly muted.
“Just a few more things…” he said.
What else could he possibly do at this point?! I thought to myself.
He picked up one of his sneakers, set it near me, then moved behind. I heard shuffling, the sound of a closet door opening.
“I think you’re going to like this,” Frank said.
He tilted the chair back and dragged it across the floor. When he finally stopped and turned me around, I understood. He’d placed a mirror in front of me.
If my jaw weren’t gagged, it would’ve dropped. The ropes hugged every inch of my uniformed body. The gag looked intense. I looked incredible.
“I can tell you’re enjoying this. Time for the finishing touch,” Frank said.
He picked up the sneaker, stuffed the other sock into it, and pressed it over my nose. Stretching the tongue out, he strapped it to my face with more duct tape until it sealed in place. The smell was strong—awful, yet overwhelming—and I was shocked I didn’t cum right then and there.
“I think that’s enough damage for now. I’m going to let you simmer a bit,” Frank said, giving my cock a stroke. “Enjoy the ride.”
And with that, I was left completely helpless—bound, gagged, and loving every minute of it.
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Oh man oh man, this is so hot!!!!!
Great story. Just the sort of thing I look for here. The ropework was described admirably, the gag is a winner, and the mirror is the cherry on top. At this point all the bound and gagged captive can do is sit quietly, contemplate his situation, and enjoy.
Alleviating his Pent Up Frustration with even more (albeit much more enjoyable) frustration is an interesting dichotomy. I wonder what Frank has in store, and how long our hero will have to wait to become un-pent up.
Well done!
Alleviating his Pent Up Frustration with even more (albeit much more enjoyable) frustration is an interesting dichotomy. I wonder what Frank has in store, and how long our hero will have to wait to become un-pent up.
Well done!
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Why the hell have I waited so long to read this story? This is really exceptional. A meticulous slow-burn, with great rope work, and an excellent gagging scene to boot... Congrats, [mention]RopedBud[/mention]. Can't wait to see how this plays out!
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Such an amazing story! Really looking forward to more
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privateandrews
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WOW More please. you are describing almost to the letter a few truss and heavily gag sessions I have done. Again more please.
Great story!!!
This story is amazing and exciting me in all the right ways. Can’t wait to read more!
Chapter 5
As soon as Frank walked away, I started to struggle in the ropes. I flexed as much as I could, trying to move my arms, but he had done an excellent job securing them to the chair. Next, I tried shifting my legs, but again, nothing. I grunted into my gag, testing it out. With his massive sweaty sock stuffed in my mouth, bandanas layered to hold it in, and duct tape wrapped over everything, I could barely make a sound. Still, it was enough for Frank to hear faint attempts at communication.
The sock in the shoe strapped over my nose was pungent, but after a while, I found myself craving his manly scent. From the mirror, I could see every move I made, which only heightened how hot the situation felt. Right now, nothing mattered except enjoying my bondage—knowing that without Frank, I wasn’t getting out.
“I need to step outside the room for a second to make a phone call, so I won’t be far away,” Frank said, rising from the bed.
He came over, stroked my bound cock and balls lightly, and whispered in my ear.
“Don’t go anywhere, my bound and gagged Marine. I want to have my fun with you.”
With that, he walked out the door.
I kept struggling while he was gone. Sweat beaded on my forehead, dampened my armpits, and left faint stains on my uniform. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere, but the feeling of straining against the ropes kept me hard as a rock.
The door opened, and Frank walked back in.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “I had to take care of some business for my job. Obviously, I didn’t come here just to tie up a hot-looking Marine—though it’s definitely one of the perks.”
He walked over and playfully tapped the shoe strapped to my face.
“I hope you’re enjoying the smell of my workout socks. Before today’s gym session, I’d already worn them to plenty of workouts. Figured they’d be perfect for you.”
He grabbed my cock and started stroking slowly.
“Judging by that raging hard-on, I’m guessing the socks don’t bother you much.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the sweaty musk while waves of pleasure surged from his hand. Every stroke made me strain against the ropes, reminded how helpless I was. I could feel myself building toward climax, moaning into my gag as best I could.
“Does my Marine want to cum?” Frank teased. “Does being tied to this chair in uniform get you excited? How about those socks I stuffed in your mouth? Bet you love tasting my sweat.”
He was right about all of it, but I could only nod and groan through the gag.
Then, without warning, he stopped stroking.
I thrashed and complained into the gag, frustrated and desperate. I had been so close. Frank laughed at my helplessness.
“Look in the mirror,” he said, moving behind me. “See that? You’re bound, gagged, and soaking up my scent. Which means I get to decide when you cum.”
His hand pressed harder against the shoe taped to my face, intensifying the smell. He leaned forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. In the mirror, we looked like a dominant jock showing off his captured Marine. He held that pose, a cocky grin across his face. If only he’d taken a picture—I could’ve gotten off to it for days.
After a few long minutes, he pulled back and returned to the bed.
“Besides,” he said, “if I let you cum now, who knows how long it would take to get you hard again?”
I gave him a confused look, which he quickly picked up on.
“Brian, are you really surprised? I told you—I’ll keep you tied up until I decide you’re done. And I fully plan to make you cum more than once. In fact, I’ve got plenty of socks already prepped for you, so you won’t be saying much for a while.”
I froze. I hadn’t expected him to mean multiple times.
“You told me you’re on leave for the next two weeks,” Frank continued with a smirk. “That’s plenty of time to make it happen.”
I don’t think I realized exactly what I got myself into.
Regardless, Frank clearly planned to work me over far more than I had ever imagined.
As soon as Frank walked away, I started to struggle in the ropes. I flexed as much as I could, trying to move my arms, but he had done an excellent job securing them to the chair. Next, I tried shifting my legs, but again, nothing. I grunted into my gag, testing it out. With his massive sweaty sock stuffed in my mouth, bandanas layered to hold it in, and duct tape wrapped over everything, I could barely make a sound. Still, it was enough for Frank to hear faint attempts at communication.
The sock in the shoe strapped over my nose was pungent, but after a while, I found myself craving his manly scent. From the mirror, I could see every move I made, which only heightened how hot the situation felt. Right now, nothing mattered except enjoying my bondage—knowing that without Frank, I wasn’t getting out.
“I need to step outside the room for a second to make a phone call, so I won’t be far away,” Frank said, rising from the bed.
He came over, stroked my bound cock and balls lightly, and whispered in my ear.
“Don’t go anywhere, my bound and gagged Marine. I want to have my fun with you.”
With that, he walked out the door.
I kept struggling while he was gone. Sweat beaded on my forehead, dampened my armpits, and left faint stains on my uniform. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere, but the feeling of straining against the ropes kept me hard as a rock.
The door opened, and Frank walked back in.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “I had to take care of some business for my job. Obviously, I didn’t come here just to tie up a hot-looking Marine—though it’s definitely one of the perks.”
He walked over and playfully tapped the shoe strapped to my face.
“I hope you’re enjoying the smell of my workout socks. Before today’s gym session, I’d already worn them to plenty of workouts. Figured they’d be perfect for you.”
He grabbed my cock and started stroking slowly.
“Judging by that raging hard-on, I’m guessing the socks don’t bother you much.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the sweaty musk while waves of pleasure surged from his hand. Every stroke made me strain against the ropes, reminded how helpless I was. I could feel myself building toward climax, moaning into my gag as best I could.
“Does my Marine want to cum?” Frank teased. “Does being tied to this chair in uniform get you excited? How about those socks I stuffed in your mouth? Bet you love tasting my sweat.”
He was right about all of it, but I could only nod and groan through the gag.
Then, without warning, he stopped stroking.
I thrashed and complained into the gag, frustrated and desperate. I had been so close. Frank laughed at my helplessness.
“Look in the mirror,” he said, moving behind me. “See that? You’re bound, gagged, and soaking up my scent. Which means I get to decide when you cum.”
His hand pressed harder against the shoe taped to my face, intensifying the smell. He leaned forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. In the mirror, we looked like a dominant jock showing off his captured Marine. He held that pose, a cocky grin across his face. If only he’d taken a picture—I could’ve gotten off to it for days.
After a few long minutes, he pulled back and returned to the bed.
“Besides,” he said, “if I let you cum now, who knows how long it would take to get you hard again?”
I gave him a confused look, which he quickly picked up on.
“Brian, are you really surprised? I told you—I’ll keep you tied up until I decide you’re done. And I fully plan to make you cum more than once. In fact, I’ve got plenty of socks already prepped for you, so you won’t be saying much for a while.”
I froze. I hadn’t expected him to mean multiple times.
“You told me you’re on leave for the next two weeks,” Frank continued with a smirk. “That’s plenty of time to make it happen.”
I don’t think I realized exactly what I got myself into.
Regardless, Frank clearly planned to work me over far more than I had ever imagined.
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So good!! Thank you for this newest chapter; I sure do hope you have more in you where this came from!!!
Excellent
Great update. Looks he is going to be tied up two weeks