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

[harveygasson]

Another great post and I like that he thought about escape but is obviously realising that's not going to be possible.

[alkaid_]

this gonna be a long weekend for john

And it has only just begun... whats gonna happen in john's mind next to spent 3 days bound, gagged and blindfoled??? all the time

[LittleGagged13]

Loved this chapter! Nice little punishment for John and can't wait to see more of what is sure to be one of his best few days ever.

[am_crak]

Very interesting story.

[squirrel]

Chapter 5,

part E

I carefully opened the door and looked into the corridor; I expected my father and his military buddies to be waiting for me to grab me the moment I emerge from the bathroom, but nothing like that happened. To my great surprise the whole house seemed to be empty and there was no sign of anyone. I gulped and suddenly felt uneasy; the guys were definitely up to something and the fact that I had no idea what exactly they had planned for me didn’t help in my situation. I took a few cautious steps and looked around the living room; suddenly I realized that someone was standing behind me and quickly turned around. But there was no one there; I stared at the empty space, totally convinced that one of the hunks was right behind me. I felt my heart pounding like crazy in my chest; if the guys’ plan was to drive me crazy, then I had to admit that they were doing a great job. For a few seconds I was frozen with anxiety and when I was finally starting to regain my senses again everything went completely black.

“What the hell? A power cut?” I asked myself quietly.

I stood there for several moments, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, which was almost complete; we were far from the city or any other civilization so during a blackout there was no other source of light apart from the moon. Just when I started to see the shadowy shapes of furniture I heard noise behind me; it sounded as if someone stepped on a creaky plank in the floor. I immediately turned around again and narrowed my eyes to see better, but once again I saw nothing. I felt beads of sweat appear on my forehead when I gulped and moved a took steps towards the window. I expected something to happen any time and it was almost unbearable. I moved extremely slowly and suddenly started wondering if my Dad or his buddies could actually see me in that darkness; if they couldn’t, then getting close to the window wasn’t the best idea. I stopped for a moment and then took a step back when I heard my father’s voice.

“Nice move, son!”

I was shocked and looked around quickly, but for some reason I couldn’t locate where my Dad was standing. It was very strange, but his voice seemed to be coming from many places at the same time. For a brief moment I thought that I was going crazy and started panicking, but calmed down soon; the guys were definitely fooling around with me. I took several deep breaths and once again looked around; even though I still couldn’t see much, my sight was in much better condition now, so I could at least notice the outlines of the couch and other furniture. I sighed and started walking towards one of the walls; somehow I felt that I would be safer there. When I was halfway to it a sudden thought appeared in my mind; I needed to find a place where I would feel safe and where there will be no possibility to get attacked from behind. In other words, a place which is small and has only one door. I smiled under my nose when I realized that I had left such room a few moments ago…

I tried to calm down a little; it seemed that I found a way to outsmart my father and his buddies and I was extremely excited and proud about it. If I somehow managed to get to the bathroom and lock the door I would be safe; or at least I couldn’t be assaulted from behind or taken by surprise. Slowly and quietly I tried my best to return to my spot, prepared to be grabbed from behind at any time. Fortunately for me nothing happened on my way to my shelter. My heart was pounding in my chest like crazy and I had a feeling that the closer the bathroom was, the more nervous I got. At some point it was really hard for me to control myself and I had to use all the willpower I had to not start panicking again. I let out a sigh of relief when I finally saw the door; I wanted to run to reach the safe place as fast as possible, but managed to overcame the urge. I moved as quietly as I was able to and after a few more seconds I was back in the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I took a step back and let out a sigh of relief.

Just when I thought I was safe and started to calm down I felt motion behind me; before I could react a giant leather gloved palm clamped itself on my lower face brutally tightly. I was shocked and immediately tried to shout, but the extreme hand gag only allowed me to yelp pathetically. I wanted to struggle and free myself and didn’t even realize that there was someone else in the bathroom; I noticed that when my arms were grabbed and held mercilessly in place. Fighting was pointless; even though I did a lot of sports, compared to those two muscular hunks I was rather skinny and had absolutely no chance against them. All I could do was stand there and breathe through my nose.

“We got him!” One of my assailants yelled.

Soon the lights were on again and I had to blink a few times to adjust my eyes to the strong light. When my sight was fully back I looked at the guy who was holding my arms together; it was Mr. Cooper. I tried one more time to force my hands out of his vice like grip, but he just smirked at me. I sighed and turned my head a little to see who was standing behind me and kept me quiet. Mr. Mitchell was looking down at me with a smile on his face; I moaned into the oversized hand gag, but that only made my captor’s smile widen a little. I groaned angrily, but that went on deaf ears. The two guys looked at each other and nodded in silence. Soon I was marched out of the bathroom to the corridor, where the other guys were already waiting.

“Hey, son.”

“Mmmhhh….”

“I must say I was quite impressed, kiddo; the idea to go back to the last place you were safe was the best one in your situation… But, unfortunately for you, it was rather easy to predict what you would do. So now you have to pay the consequences for letting yourself get caught again. I hope you’ve been missing the ropes, son…”

“Mmmhhh!!” I tried to plead with them with my eyes. Apparently they wanted to tie me up for the night and I wasn’t sure I liked that idea.

“I bet he can’t wait to be put in some serious restraints, man! Just look at his puppy eyes! It seems he’s begging us to bind him quickly!” Mr. Lewis said with a smirk.

“Yeah, I agree with Stan, let’s not make him wait! After all, he’s our special guest, right?” Mr. Allen added.

Even though I tried my best to talk to them and struggle to break free from their grip, all my efforts turned out to be completely futile. I was surrounded by six muscular men and none of them seemed to be interested in my opinions; they were ignoring my muffled groans as they were force marching me upstairs, to one of the bedrooms. When we entered I looked around and saw something weird; there was a normal bed in one corner of the room and a simple bed frame in the other. Once I realized what their plan was I began wiggling and moaning again, which only made my assailants laugh. Soon I spotted something else; next to the bed frame was a sports bag filled with ropes…

“All right guys, let’s prepare the kid for the night!”

Even though I fought, it was a lost battle for me; the guys made me lie down on the frame without any problems. Mr. Mitchell was keeping me hand gagged all the time. My arms were separated and forced alongside my body; Mr. Cooper was holding the right one and Mr. Lewis the left one. Mr. Morgan took care of my legs and pinned then down. My father and Mr. Allen, who were not busy with keeping me in place were now taking the ropes out of the sports bag; I gulped and my eyes widened when I realized how much they had prepared. It looked like miles and miles of it had been stashed for me. The two hunks grabbed a piece of rope each and squatted down on the both sides of the bed frame.

I moaned loudly into the brutal hand gag when I felt the ropes being wrapped around my wrists; my Dad and his friend took their time to bind me, but when they were done, my hands were completely immobilized. Satisfied with their work they took more coils and moved up; this time they focused on my forearms and fastened them in two places; right below the elbow and somewhere in the middle between the wrists and elbows. It was no longer necessary for Mr. Cooper and Mr. Lewis to hold my upper limbs still, so they decided to help their buddies; now it was four guys gathered around me and tying my upper arms to the bed frame; they used two coils on each arm, one just above the elbows and one under the armpits. When they were done, they stood up and admired their handiwork. Although I tried my best to move my arms, all I could do was wiggling my fingers. It was perfectly clear for everyone in the room that I wouldn’t be able to free myself without help.

“Done, let’s do the legs!” Mr. Morgan said enthusiastically.   

I groaned, and that was all the resistance I could offer. None of them even looked at me; they took several coils of rope and started fastening my lower limbs to the bed frame. For a moment they were discussing whether they should tie my legs together first, but finally decided it would be best to bind them separately, just like my arms. So soon I felt more rope being wrapped around my body; first at the ankles, then calves, under and below the knees and finally thighs. I tried moving, but it got me nowhere; I was stuck for as long as my captors wanted. I hoped that they were done, but soon was proven wrong; the five muscular hunks focused on fastening my abdomen and chest to the frame. They worked in silence and methodically, going from the level of my navel up to the shoulders. When they finished my whole upper body was mummified with ropes.

“Almost done, only one more thing to do, guys! I think Eric is already tired of keeping the kid silent, so let’s do something about it!” Mr. Allen said.

“Mmmhhh!”

“Yep. And we must make sure he is as quiet as possible, I don’t like noise when I sleep!” My father replied in rough voice.

I watched him getting close to me and take something from the pocket on his military pants. He dangled the material in front of my face and I realized what it was in no time: the two damn socks I had been gagged previously; apparently my Dad decided they made a good job silencing me. Mr. Cooper grabbed a huge roll of grey duct tape and stood next to my father.

“All right, son, here’s how it’s gonna be: Eric will now remove his hand from your mouth and you’ll open wide. Got that?”

“Mmmmh!”

When my lower face was free I wanted to beg the guys not to gag me, but all my pleas we stopped when my Dad forced the giant wad into my yap. First he pushed one sock in, then used his leather clad fingers to press it against my cheek and create some space for the second sock. When both were in my mouth, my father made my close my mouth and told his buddy that I was ready. Now I heard the ripping sound of the duct tape being unwound from the roll and soon Mr. Cooper plastered the loose end on my lips. Dad lifted my head, allowing his friend to wrap the sticky tape around it at least a dozen of times. The brutal soldier made sure that every layer was extremely tight. Finally he tore the tape with his fingers and smoothed it over my lower face.

“Perfect! But I have one more idea… Get me the tape, Damian!” Dad said.

I was totally taken aback when he tore a long piece and put it over my eyes. I moaned quietly as he kept duct taping my eyes shut with several more straps. Next I felt rope being pressed against my lower face, just under the nose; Dad was now tying my head to the bed frame! Apparently he wasn’t fully satisfied with his work; soon another coil was wrapped over my eyes and around the frame, pinning my head down completely. Luckily for me this last bond wasn’t as tight as the other ones.

“I guess this is it, guys. He won’t be causing us any more troubles…” I heard Dad’s voice.

“Mmmmhh!!"


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[Xtc]

Just read it in "Another Place". Nearly pointed out the typo "strap" for "strip".

Going well.

[Htdgagfreak85]

It’s so well-crafted and intense! The way you build the tension, layer by layer, is captivating. It’s clear you’re not just writing; you’re bringing fantasies to life in vivid detail.

[socjuc]

Wow @squirrel what a great chapter!! Thoroughly enjoyed that.

I mean one of those dudes could easily manhandle me into this kind of submission, but like 6? The wicked overkill alone is awesome. Then the systematic incapacitating of the various parts of the body piece by piece.....its a bit of a mind f#$K And the final head control roping....well that is unique and isn't seen too often in these stories. The main character is 100% captured

There is a side of me kind of wondering/hoping that he gets some visits over the evening while he is completely at their mercy

[Smythdean]

Another great chapter

[mig137]

cool story, yes, a skinny boy has no chance against six full-grown, strong men. He will learn to enjoy it.

[Snozzberry]

Can't wait to what the guys have planned for your birthday celebration.... I am guessing some gift wrapping

All good boys deserve a proper birthday kidnapping, all bad boys deserve several to teach them how to be good.

[bondagefreak]

I find myself missing my regular dose of new @squirrel content.
Hope to see you publishing new chapters and/or stories soon, my friend!

[squirrel]

Chapter 5,

part F

The only thing I could do was thining…

When for the first time I told my father that I would like to be tied up and kept restrained like a real prisoner, I never imagined He might put me through such extreme ordeal. I had always thought he would just bind my hands behind my back, rope my legs together and use some duct tape to keep me quiet for an hour or two. I have to admit that back then I underestimated him big time; but since the very first time he agreed to tie me up it turned out he would do it seriously and give me no slack or chance to free myself. Up to that moment I had already been fastened to a chair, “kidnapped” by him, mummified in saran wrap and duct tape and left in the basement for the whole evening while my Dad had some of his military buddies over. Once he even used his friends’ help to hogtie me and keep me that way in the corner of the room, while they were enjoying their time together.

But this time it was different and more sinister; back in the morning I was kidnapped by several muscular, brutal hunks, thrown into the van and mercilessly bound and gagged. I was really scared, but there was nothing I could do about it; the goons were extremely skilled with ropes and definitely knew how to keep a man quiet. As is later turned out, my father had organized the fake kidnapping as my birthday present and had asked his buddies to help him with it. Once they had explained everything to me I expected to be let go and simply spend a few days with them, but apparently they had other plans for me; they told me that they would keep me their prisoner for the whole stay. Of course I wanted to protest, but I was alone and there were six of them, so it was easy to predict who would win.

Now I was completely tied up and roped to a metal bed frame. My father and his military buddies made sure that my limbs were restrained as much as possible. My feet and hands were free, but everything from my ankles to thighs and from wrists to armpits was tightly fastened to the bed frame. To make sure I wouldn’t disturb my father, they forced two sweaty socks into my yap and sealed them in by more than a dozen layers of super sticky duct tape. As if all that weren’t enough, the brutal, merciless hunks decided to blindfold me and fasten my head to the bed too; once they were done I could only moan quietly. I tried to beg them to let me go, but it all went on deaf ears; I was their prisoner and had to stay bound and gagged for as long as they wanted. And judging by the fun they all were having, it was clear that I wouldn’t e able to regain my freedom for at least a few days. After several minutes, maybe a quarter my father wished me a good night and soon I heard him get into his bed. Somehow I managed to fall asleep too.

When I woke up in the morning at first I was confused that I can’t move a muscle, but soon I remembered where I was and what was happening. I was quite surprised how well I slept and how rested I felt. I tried to attract somebody’s attention, but the oversized stuffing in my mouth made all my attempts to shout almost completely inaudible. I felt frustrated, but could do nothing but wait for one of the hunks to come and help me.

“Good morning, son! Did you sleep well?” I heard my father’s voice. I immediately started moaning and struggling again.

“Mmmmhhhh…”

“I can’t believe he is still fighting, man!” Came from Mr. Allen’s voice.

“Yeah, they never know when to give up!” Mr. Cooper replied.

I heard them walk towards me and started breathing heavily; with my sight blocked I felt quite unease when they surrounded me. I expected them to untie me, but nothing of that sort happened; instead I felt their leather gloved fingers checking the bonds and the gag. I moaned and groaned into the huge gag, but that only made my captors laugh. I struggled a little more before I heard my father’s voice again.

“Listen carefully son. We’re going to release you from the bed and then march you to the bathroom. Once you are in there, you can remove your gag, take a shower, use the toilet and brush your teeth. Everything is ready and prepared for you. Once you finish, you’ll get restrained again.”

“Mmmhhhh!” I tried to speak.

“You can argue, yell and protest all you want, but you are the prisoner here and have nothing to say in that matter. If you don’t obey our orders, we’ll simply use brute force to restrain you and shut your mouth. It’s your call, but if I were you, I’d suggest you didn’t cause us any problems, son…”

“You heard your old man, kiddo! Follow the rules and nothing bad will happen!” I heard Mr. Morgan’s voice.

“Mmmmhhhh…”

The guys ignored my muffled protests and focused on my restraints. Even though there were several of them it took them quite some time to release me from the bed; it was hard to believe how many coils of rope they used to tie me up. When my arms and legs were free I tried to move them, but I was immediately grabbed and my limbs were pressed down unceremoniously; apparently they wanted to show me who was the boss. Soon the rope fastening my head to the bed frame was gone and the duct tape blindfold removed. I blinked a few times when the sunrays hit my eyes, but when they adjusted to the light I looked around and saw that Mr. Cooper was absent. I wanted to ask where he was, but the gag prevented me from doing it.

“All right, let’s get you to the bathroom, kiddo!” My Dad said when all the ropes were untied.

Before I could react, Mr. Lewis and Mr. Allen grabbed me by my arms and made me stand up. For a brief moment I was thinking about trying to run away and escape them, but the thought evaporated from my mind almost as quickly as it appeared; after spending so much time in restraints my muscles must have been weakened significantly; but even if I were fully recovered, I really doubted that I would have any chance against so many military guys. I sighed and let them march me to the bathroom. The opened the door and pushed me in. When the door was closed I looked at myself in the mirror; my whole lower face was covered with grey duct tape, so I started peeling it off. It hurt, but I didn’t mind; after a few long minutes I could finally spit out Dad’s socks.

“Fuck, that’s gross… “ I mumbled quietly to myself and was surprised how croaky my voice was.

Once I finally removed the atrocious gag I decided to use the toilet first; after spending so many hours in tight restraints, I definitely needed that more than anything. Next I brushed my teeth, but even though I did everything I could to get rid of the horrible aftertaste, it didn't want to come off completely. I kept brushing and brushing, but after some time I had to give up. Then it was time to take the shower; the flowing water felt amazing and I took my time washing myself. Once I was finally clean I dried myself with a towel my father had prepared for me and put on the fresh clothes: a pair of white socks, boxer briefs, grey T-shirt and matching shorts. I knew it was time to leave the bathroom and face my captors again; I sighed under my nose and opened the door.

I was just about to step into the corridor when I was grabbed by two hunks at my sides; it was clear that Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Lewis were waiting for me. They were extremely quick and before I even realized what was happening I was brutally hand gagged by Mr. Mitchell and my body was forced against the wall. I groaned into the leather gloved palm when my arms were forced behind my back and I felt thick rope being wrapped around my crossed wrists in all directions. Then came another coil and my elbows were bound close to each other. I hoped that, since I was completely at their mercy, they would stop right there, but apparently they had other plans; Mr. Lewis bound my arms to my torso, creating a very tight and sophisticated chest harness.

“Once again in ropes, aren’t you kid?” Mr. Mitchell asked with a smirk.

“Mmmmmhhh!” I tried to reply.

“Sorry, can’t hear you. You have to speak loudly and clearly if you want to tell us something.” Mr. Lewis said and the two captors laughed.

“All right, let’s get him to the kitchen.”

With my arms bound behind my back and two muscular, alpha soldiers at my sides I could do nothing but follow their orders. I offered no resistance when they were marching me to the table and sat me on the chair. Even though I behaved well and didn’t try to speak, Mr. Mitchell’s leather gloved arm never left my lower face.

“All right, son, here is the deal. Eric will remove his palm from your mouth and we’ll feed you and give you water. You are not allowed to speak at all. If you do, we’ll gag you for the rest of the day, hogtie you and lock you up in the basement. Is that clear?”

“Mmmhh” I nodded my head; I had no idea if my father was serious, by I definitely didn’t want to find out.

“Atta boy!”

Mr. Mitchell released his vice like grip from my face and I sighed in relief, but other than that I kept completely quiet. The guys fed me the breakfast and I was glad that they didn’t rush me; the taste of toasts, eggs and bacon was absolutely amazing and I took my time enjoying the marvelously prepared food. Once the breakfast was over Mr. Morgan let me drink some water. I gulped hungrily, which made some of the hunk laugh at me. When I finally had enough, the guys took all the plates and glasses from the table and washed them. My Dad stayed at the table with me, probably to make sure I wouldn’t try anything stupid.

“Ok, boys, everything is done here. Let’s prepare the kid and we can leave.” Said Mr. Allen and stood in front of me with a roll of super wide duct tape in his gloved hand.

“I think you’ll what he had planned son. Now open your mouth wide!” Came Dad’s rough order.

Having no other choice I let them do whatever they wanted. The moment I parted my lips my father forced something large into my yap. The taste was awful and I tried to push the wad out with my tongue, but I really doubted that any of the hunk surrounding me even noticed my efforts. The guys took their time stuffing the oversized piece of clothes into my mouth and when they finally succeeded my cheeks were bulging and my attempts to speak were reduced to minimum. They made sure that the whole wad was pass my teeth, forced me to close my mouth and let Mr. Allen do the rest of the job. The ripping sound echoed in the room as he unwound the tape in one smooth move. He plastered the sticky tape over my mouth and wrapped it around my head over ten times, until he was satisfied. He ripped the tape off with his teeth and smoothed all the layers on my lower face.

“Bound and gagged again… Enjoying the taste, son?” My Dad asked.

“Mmmmmhhh…” I shook my head no vigorously.

“Good, that was the point. I’m not going to tell you what you are chewing on, kid… it’ll give you something to wonder about during our little trip.”

“Mmmhh??”

“Pass me the ropes, guys! By the way, is Damian ready too?” My father said to his buddies, ignoring me completely.

“Yeah, he said everything is packed.” Mr. Mitchell replied and handed my Dad several coils of rope.

I watched in silence as the two soldiers were working on my legs; first they bound my ankles together, then moved up and did the same with my calves and then the thighs. When they cinched the last knot I tested the bonds and, as usual, discovered that they were absolutely flawless. I knew well that no matter how much I would struggle, there was no way I could free myself without aid. Dad looked me in the eye and winked; apparently he was having a lot of fun keeping me his prisoner. He stood up and ordered me to stand up as well. Being tied up as I was, I had some troubles with obeying his orders and I had to use some help. Mr. Lewis laughed, stood behind me and grabbed me by my arms. With one swift move he forced me on my feet.

“Ready for a walk, son?” My father asked with a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

“Mmmmhh…” I tried to speak, not exactly knowing how I was supposed to walk in my current state.

Then, to my great surprise, my father took a step closer to me, unceremoniously picked me up and placed my bound body on his shoulder; he wrapped his huge, muscular arm around my buttocks to keep me in place. I moaned into the gag, totally taken aback by what was going on. My Dad’s buddies laughed their asses off when they saw the incredulity written clearly all over my face. After some time they calmed down a little and we all left the house. Mr. Allen locked it and stood behind my father. He grabbed me by my chin and forced my head a little bit. He winked at me and said:

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I’ll be walking behind you, just in case something happens.”

“Mmmmhhh…” It was everything I could reply.

“All right, boys, let’s move!”


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[Snozzberry]

Kiddo is so lucky, his dad let him use the bathroom , tied and bound him back up, fed him breakfast, let him walk a few steps and is now taking Kiddo out for a fun car ride. Hopefully Kiddo will be tied to the bed again for the night so he doesn't get any crazy ideas that he has been a good Boy.

SUCH A LUCKY KIDDO TO HAVE A LOVING AND CARING FATHER.

[bondagefreak]

Glad to see I was able to nudge John's narrative back to life
I would be tempted to express sympathy for the poor runt if I didn't know he was enjoying this and having the time of his life. Dad and all his military buddies also are, apparently. Loving the strict handgagging, taunting and over-the-shoulder carries. Great stuff!

[Sockbound1234]

Amazing story

[alkaid_]

wonderful update...

lil john gonna go to a forest hiking!!!

[GoBucks]

Need to know what the mystery gag is! Must be pretty bad if they aren't telling!

[bondagefreak]

Need to know what the mystery gag is! Must be pretty bad if they aren't telling!

Indeed. I must second my friend's request.
We want answers! *opens up a picketing line complete with banners and megaphones*

[Snozzberry]

GoBucks and BondageFreak be careful, you can probably get gagged for that.

[GoBucks]

GoBucks and BondageFreak be careful, you can probably get gagged for that.

Nobody would dare gag @bondagefreak! I would happily volunteer though!

[mig137]

Really great story squirrel. John is lucky to have such a good father who can also thoroughly tie him up. It is also an exciting experience for a boy to be bound and gagged by several men and to be held captive for a long time.

[socjuc]

GoBucks and BondageFreak be careful, you can probably get gagged for that.

Nobody would dare gag @bondagefreak! I would happily volunteer though!

Awwweee man @GoBucks I have popcorn in hand, can I watch?

Do you think the gag is one of those brute's abused T-shirts or jocks?

@squirrel Great chapter, love the excessive rope work and military jocks and their brute force shown throughout. Eager to read about this trip and what happens next!!

[Tsuhaya]

Incredible chapter, @squirrel! I love how your stories always involve lots of ropes and tape, the right way to tie someone up! Anyway, I can't wait to see more of John's adventures.

[bondagefreak]

Really glad to have a new entry from you @squirrel.
Anxiously awaiting the next instalment of John's adventure!