Stories of Tie Up Games

Okay so, usually, I allow more time to go by between instalments - in particular, I like to give people time to comment because we love comments - but, in this case, both this and the other TfrR backstory have reached natural pauses in the narrative and I'm keen to reach a conclusion in order to allow for a couple of new one-off stories (see below).

If you like the developing Mateo/Julian dynamic and want this tale to continue, let me know!


Tales from the Richardverse: Home Invasion (when Mateo met Julian) - part 6 FINALE

(Co-written with @DeeperThanRed)

Julian
Your restlessness takes a while to grab my attention as it’s really hard to see or hear you in those bondage sacks. Hell, if it wasn’t for the barest hint of your nose poking from the opening of your sleeping bag, one could be forgiven to overlook that you’re in the garage at all.

I unwillingly but quickly pry myself from your private video collection. Serious bondage is serious business, especially since we didn’t (I just remember) decide on a safe word or anything of that sort.

You’re… doing something? I can’t make out what you’re trying to say. Maybe you want to get more friction? That vibrators aren’t strong enough to make you come and you must be hard. I think about you, helpless in your chains, tape, and neoprene, able to do nothing but desperately hump your leather jock against the oilskin encasing you. Your mouth gagged beyond comprehension, reducing your moans to bare whimpers.

But as adorable as your grunts are (which I vocalize, telling you “aw, you’re so cute wiggling like this”), I widen the opening of your sleeping bag and push it above your head, trying to remove your hood.

Turns out, I may have skipped a few safety steps as even with me having the means to open it, it takes a couple of minutes to remove the hood, unwrap the tape around your eyes, and remove your blindfold.

I expect you to see your eyes hooded with lust, teary from frustration or otherwise begging but instead they glare daggers at me. This is a shock, I thought you were having a blast! Did something go wrong?

At a loss in hurry, I struggle to find the end of your tape gag and pull it out. It’s not easy and I’m sure I rip more than a few hairs out but all the sweat under your hood makes my job easier. Before long, I ungag you almost completely. Finally, I reach into your gob with my fingers and pull out - wow, there’s almost a whole sponge inside your mouth, no wonder you were so quiet.

I prop a water bottle to your lips and ask. “Is there a problem? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to bring you anything?” and, as unlikely as it is, “Do you want tighter bondage?”

Confident dom attitude is gone, I’m the same shy young guy who wandered inside the cool neighborhood’s place for the first time, eager to please. God, I hope my favorite bondage model (and as hard as it is to admit, someone I began to care about more than his body) isn’t done with me.

Mateo
Oh, thank fuck. Release!

He still might have a gun, though. And I'm basically helpless. I've got to get this right.

"Look man," I start to say, tempering my annoyance with a reasonable we're-all-men-of-the-world tone, "I don't care what you take - my insurance will pay - but you can't just..."

The water bottle interrupts me but I'm too thirsty to object and drink greedily.

"Is there a problem? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to bring you anything? Do you want a tighter bondage?"

WHUT?

Does. Not. Compute.

"Tighter bondage?! What kind of burglar are you?!"

Julian
"Look man, I don't care what you take - my insurance will pay - but you can't just..."

Your words initially confused me. Taking? I thought this was a mutually beneficial agreement. I scratch your bondage itch, you scratch mine. Are you suddenly feeling indebted to me? I don’t really want to get paid for this, it would make the whole experience feel more cynical and less personal for me. Not that there’s anything wrong with getting compensation for…

"Tighter bondage?! What kind of burglar are you?!"

Burglar? I’m just your neighborhood. I’m not even taking anything, I just looked around for a while! If you were okay with me tying you up, while you-

Oh… OOOH!

I slap a hand against my forehead. How could I be so stupid, letting myself get carried away with my own fantasies so much that I didn’t even consider your feelings or even what you thought we were doing?

I take a deep breath. “Okay, I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding. I live right next to your house, I was trying to give you a letter accidentally sent to my place. Then I saw you all half-naked and gagged and cuffed and I kinda lost control and,” I gulp, “well, I thought we reached an agreement about me giving you a good time by tying you up. But I see that I was wrong. I should have let you speak. I’m sorry.”

Mateo
Ohhhhh.

Already crimson-faced, with just my dishevelled face poking out of my multi-layered cocoon, I'm probably on the verge of turning infra-red.

"You... I..."

I'm lost for words.

"Well," I finally say, "this is... awkward."

Julian
I can't help but chuckle a little.

"Yeah, I think that's an understatement."

Catching myself staring at your bare, blushing face, I stop myself from wandering off into ideas now that I finally see your face clearly and offer:

"Uh, I guess you want to be let out, right? Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to have a bondage studio all to yourself and..."I stammer. "I mean, I'm actually a big fan of your content and- I should shut up, right?"

Mateo
"My... content."

I take time to let that sink in. You've seen my channel.

The awkwardness is palpable and I'm trying to ignore the part of me that is continually, persistently, determinedly trying to point out the ludicrousness of having an ostensibly conversation when one of the parties remains taped, mitted, chained, harnessed, locked, wrapped, bagged and strapped up tight.

It's perhaps worth noting - to myself - that I haven't (yet) insisted on being released.

"Maybe I'm the one who should shut up," I say, the words falling out before I can filter them, "or be shut up."

Oh God, what am I saying?

"You, uh, certainly did a number on me," it's as if I'm complimenting one of my employees on his quarterly sales figures, "maybe... maybe we can do a deal."

Julian
"I'd love to shut you up," I say before I realize the words coming out of my lips.

I quickly snap my jaw shut but I can't help but blurt out the truth. For all the painstakingly personalized bondage I put you into that I spent weeks daydreaming about, I didn't have any input on your gag, as it was already taped shut around your mouth.

The thought of finalizing your cocoon with by silencing you with my own touch is... exciting to say the least.

I cough. "That's one way to put it. So, by deal you mean like the one we did earlier? Or rather, the one I thought we made?"

Mateo
Oh God, I'm a high flier, a leader of men. Why am I so tongue-tied?

"Uhh, I guess so. Yes."

My mouth feels suddenly dry again and I nod toward the water bottle (remembering you removed the collar in order to remove the hood in order to remove the WORLD OF SPONGE I'd taped into my own mouth and that's why I'm even able to make head movements).

I gulp down more water. The vibrating thing makes a distant buzz at crotch level and I do my best to keep the sensations off my face.

"You... you get to decide how to do it... and for how long."

I look away, embarrassed to have articulated my desires so clearly.

Julian
As soon as I absorb your words, I realize just how much boldness that must have taken. It's not easy to relinquish yourself to someone you barely know. I can help but think of you as a gallant hero who yielding himself, knowing fully well that he has the strength to endure what's coming to his way.

Gathering courage, I slap a hand on your mouth and turn your head to myself, forcing you to look at me. I relish the feeling of your beard and lips in my palm and speak to you, as you have no choice to listen, stay silent and make eye contact.

"Okay, then, here's what I'm going to do. I'll stuff your mouth back full, block your senses, cram you back inside that bag and keep you until morning, which you won't see it coming. And I don't want this to be a one-time thing." I stutter a bit from embarrassment. "I know I may not look like much but if we're doing this, I want you to know that I'm serious and I want to keep this going."

"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. So... nod or shake your head, depending on whether you're okay with this arrangement or not. Let's not leave any room to misunderstandings. Clear?"

Mateo
I hesitate.

Then I nod.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck.

The end? For now...

For now, this and the other TftR backstory have reached a natural pause in the narrative. If you like my and @DeeperThanRed's co-writing, you might want to get on board early with something completely different, our pastiche of Robert E Howard's 'Conan' fantasies, Caverns & Captives - or you might prefer a more modern-day scenario with a different collaborator, Raincoating.

Oh, and well done to everyone who reckoned - correctly - that Julian was up to the challenge!

Funny that the kidnappers in both "When X met Y" stories realize their responsibilities just in the nick of time and things turn out well. Very intense first dates, if you can call them that.

blackbound wrote: 5 months ago Funny that the kidnappers in both "When X met Y" stories realize their responsibilities just in the nick of time and things turn out well. Very intense first dates, if you can call them that.

I honestly didn't realise that until posting those narratives here. I had to do a little juggling with the timing but yes, both dynamics switched from some-degree-of-coercive to negotiatedly-non-coercive at around the same point in the story.

Definitely a unique first date! I'm glad Julian snapped out of his fantasy before any lasting damage was done to Mateo or their relationship! And now he knows, next time you walk in on your hot neighbor mid-bondage, all you need to do is ask to join in!

And of course, I definitely want to see more of Mateo and Julian (and the others) in the future!