Spread-eagle Inspiration (M/M) - New Chapter 9/8

[CaptiveDan]

Reality - The Setup
I carefully turned the key in my hand. I angled it towards the padlock by my right wrist. Contorting my hand, I released the lock that held my arm in place, freeing my right hand just long enough that I could scratch my face, pull my underwear down so it wasn’t too tight on my balls, and readjust my butt plug.

Then I reached my arm back up, looped the ring to the attachment point, and relocked my wrist - making sure not to drop the key in the process.

I’d tied myself to my bed. Some simple self bondage, nothing super exciting, just a little bit of alone time in restraints.

I’d locked wrist and ankle cuffs on myself. Then I stripped naked, cleaned out, lubed up a butt plug, and slid it inside me. I’d put on a pair of soft, tight, briefs, with my thought being that I could probably get myself off by rubbing my cock against the fabric if I felt like it. Then I set up my under-the-mattress attachment points and laid on the bed.

The trick to my self bondage was in padlocks. My ankle cuffs could be simply closed and attached to the attachment points with carabiners. My wrist cuffs had to be locked with small padlocks to make sure I couldn't undo them, and then padlocked with larger padlocks to the other attachment points.



Picture from BondageMoments Tumblr

Locking myself spread-eagle like this allowed for quick, easy, inescapable bondage. Without a key in hand, I couldn't get free.

Occasionally, my boyfriend would indulge my kinks. In which case I would tie myself up this way and give him the key. Tonight however, my bf was playing video games in the living room. I assumed he wouldn't be up for dom-ing me, so I decided to have some fun myself. Carefully keeping the key in my right hand, I locked the last padlock to connect my right wrist to the top right attachment point. Then I relaxed, making sure to hold the key so I could get myself out when I was ready.

Ahh I exhaled and let my body sink into the comfortable mattress. This is nice.

The plug felt good. If I wiggled my hips I could make it move just a little bit inside me. I got hard. My dick pushed against the cotton of my briefs. I moved my hips ever so slightly up and down, giving my ass and dick just enough sensation to stay excited.

I ‘tested’ my bonds, tugging my arms and legs, seeing how much movement I could manage. I could actually shift my body a pretty good amount, but no matter how much I pulled I couldn't slip my wrists or ankles from their cuffs, and I couldn't bring my hands close enough to my body to touch myself or free my other limbs.

I laid there, enjoying the feeling of being secured and stimulated. I closed my eyes and let my mind imagine kinky scenarios, fueled by the physical sensation of being locked spread-eagle.

[CaptiveDan]

Fantasy - The Rack
The walls of my cozy apartment faded away. Dark stone walls took their place. Moans, screams, and cries echoed through the dungeon. In the brief moments of quiet, dripping water cut through the silence.

My soft bed was replaced with a hard wooden board. I imagined splinters poking my back. I shifted my weight and let my mind feel the wood scratch against my bruised and beaten back.



Image from DreamBoyBondage, found on metalbondage

*Crank*

A flash of sharp pain to my wrists and shoulders. My arms and legs forcibly stretched apart. I screamed, much to the delight of my torturer.

“Do you confess?”

I caught my breath. The initial pain of the stretch had subsided, but a dull tension on my muscles remained.

“I told you, I'm not a witch! I swear, I-”

The torturer swung his whip down on my chest. I screamed. The sting of the whip remained until he brought it back down on me again.

10 lashes. By the time he was done I had no strength to say anything else.

I’d been caught having sex with the bishop. The defacto leader of the small medieval city I called home. Every night I had snuck into his room. Every night we'd silently embrace, he'd run his hands down my back until he reached my ass. I’d kiss him, first on the lips, then lower, lower, lower, until I kissed the tip of his hard cock, and took it in my mouth.

I imagined my boyfriend as the bishop. I thought fondly on times I’d sucked his dick. I remembered all the ways he'd held and caressed me late at night.

Three days ago the bishop and I were caught. He claimed I was a witch who had seduced him. He was believed. I was taken for questioning.

I heard the crank turn again. I winced and prepared for the pain for being stretched out on the rack.

“Harry?” I opened my eyes and saw my boyfriend, my real boyfriend, standing in the doorway, “what are you doing?”

[blackbound]

Well, boyfriend, if you're not stepping up to the plate...

...maybe he will now though

[TiedupNick]

Love this setup!

[Red86]

Still need to catch up with your previous story. For this one, be such a shame if your BF came in, took the keys and left you stew for a bit while he's playing his games!

Or in a plot twist, someone (friend or acquaintance) comes in, ties him up, takes the keys from you and eventually ties the two of you together while they game and watch you both struggle to get free

As for the 2nd part of this, I find that fantasy pretty funny. I'm so used to hearing stories involving the bishop's son or daughter and how you don't go mingling with them unless you want trouble, it's pretty comical to hear one involving the bishop themselves. The rack you mentioned is something of interest to me as I like many mid-evil devices and could be fun for consensual scenes but the actual thought of the damage they can do to someone is also pretty terrifying.

[CaptiveDan]

Well, boyfriend, if you're not stepping up to the plate...

Sometimes if you want it done you gotta do it yourself. Definitely channeled some real life "I'm feeling kinky RN and he's not" moments for that

...maybe he will now though

[CaptiveDan]

Love this setup!

Thanks! I'm glad you like it! Itll probably be about 3-4 "real" chapters and 3-4 fantasy chapters

[CaptiveDan]

Still need to catch up with your previous story. For this one, be such a shame if your BF came in, took the keys and left you stew for a bit while he's playing his games!

As for the 2nd part of this, I find that fantasy pretty funny. I'm so used to hearing stories involving the bishop's son or daughter and how you don't go mingling with them unless you want trouble, it's pretty comical to hear one involving the bishop themselves. The rack you mentioned is something of interest to me as I like many mid-evil devices and could be fun for consensual scenes but the actual thought of the damage they can do to someone is also pretty terrifying.

I love the idea of being stretched on the rack (along with many other classic tortures) but the thought of it actually happening scares me. Definitely a fun fantasy where long term damage can be ignored.



Glad y'all are liking the story! It'll be a relatively short one probably.

It's loosely based a real stuff I've done. As I'm kinkier than my bf I usually tie myself up when Im craving bondage. Sometimes he helps by locking the last padlock. Most of the time I just spend an hour or so restrained then either get myself out or ask him to free me. However, every so often though he pleasently surprises me by refusing to let me go or fooling around with me while I'm tied, both of which I really enjoy. Despite the story being somewhat based in reality, I'm putting it in fiction because 1) I've never had this exact sequence happen exactly as described, 2) the fantasy portions are all fiction, and 3) the pics are definitely not me (im not quite hot enough to make it as a bondage model)

[CaptiveDan]

Reality - Actually Trapped
“I tied myself up.” I toldy boyfriend Dee, as if it wasn't obvious.

He walked over and sat on the bed.

“How long have you been like this?”

“I don't know,” I said, “maybe like 15, 20 minutes?”

I’d planned on releasing myself before he had any reason to come into our room. I didn't want him to feel like he was forced into a scene with me, or that he had to take care of me.

So I added, “don't worry though, I have a key, I can release myself whenever I need to. Don't worry about me.”

“This key?” Dee snatched the key out of my hand and smiled. I felt a rush of excitement as he held my freedom in his hand.

“Yeah it's, it's, uh” my train of thought was interrupted by Dee lightly tickling my bulge. Only when he pulled his fingers away was I able to form a sentence. “My wrists are locked, as long as I have the key I can get myself out.”

He smiled then stood up off the bed, taking the key with him.

“That doesn't sound much like bondage to me,” he said, “if you can just let yourself out whenever you want.”

He turned and walked back to the living room. He left the door open so we could see each other. I watched him set the keys down on the table and unpause his game.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to hide my excitement at this new development. Trying so hard to play the role of unwilling captive.

“What does it look like Harry?”

“What about me? Are you just going to leave me here?”

I caught the glimpse of a smirk. No response. I put the pieces together.

I tried to pull my wrists free. No luck. I tried to undo the cuff. The lock kept it closed. Now, I was truly trapped.

[Red86]

Hahaha, I was only jokingly suggesting that your BF should come in, take the key from you and return to gaming. Because that's what I would do Pleasantly surprised to see that's how it turned out

[CaptiveDan]

Fantasy - Lawn Decoration
I watched through the open door as my boyfriend played video games on the couch. After a good 10 minutes of being left alone, cuffed to the bed with no way out, it became clear I was going to be stuck for a while. I decided to sink back into fantasy.

The walls fell away. I was outside, in a fenced in backyard somewhere in a quiet suburb.

It might have been a weird gig, but it was good money. Every Tuesday, when my college courses ended around noon, I took the bus to the Professor’s house. I'd let myself through the gate to his backyard and lock it behind me. Then I'd strip down to my uniform, a sexy, skimpy pair of briefs, and wait at his back door.

The professor (not one of my own teachers - I'd found him through an ad on craigslist) would come outside at his own pace, then manacle my hands and feet. A short chain ran between both, to ensure I could walk and move my arms, but not make big movements or run. Then I would do yard work - whatever he needed done - with the weight and slight restriction of the shackles ever present.

The professor would sit outside, reading a book or working on his computer. Occasionally he would stroke his dick. Usually by the time my ‘shift’ was over, he would get himself off. Sometimes he even offered to jack me off as well, though he held a firm boundary that he would only do that before he unlocked my shackles.

I arrived at his house as always, let myself into his backyard. To my surprise, a large, square, metal sheet was laying near one end of his fence, in the shadow it cast.

“I have a different job for you today.”

I noticed cuffs attached near the corners of the metal platform. A twinge of fear. I'd obviously been restrained before, but being stretched out like this would be a whole new level of immobility. He could do anything he wanted to me.

I thought about leaving. But then I thought about the money. And the fact we were outside - If I really needed to I could yell for help and a neighbor would probably call the cops. Fuck it.

I stripped to my underwear and laid down on the metal sheet.

I imagined my mattress as cool metal, chilling my skin. I channeled the memory of locking cuffs on myself as I imagined the Professor (who once again looked shockingly like my boyfriend) cuffing my wrists and ankles to the board.

When he was finished, he pulled up a tall bar stool right above my head. He stripped naked as well, then sat above me, his soft cock a few feet above my face. He read a book, occasionally looking down at me, fully spread out below him.


Image from ropercruz tumblr

I settled into my predicament. As the time dragged on, I noticed something. The shadow from the fence was shrinking. The dark edge that had earlier covered me retreated as the sun arched across the sky. Inch by inch, more of the metal sheet I was bound to was lit by the sun.

Within an hour, the whole metal platform, as well as my entire body, was out in the sun.

The platform that imprisoned me was starting to feel hot. I tried to shift my body to avoid the discomfort of the hot metal, but everywhere my body touched was just as hot.

“Metal is an excellent conductor of heat,” the professor said, looking down as I squirmed uncomfortably, “it will heat up much faster than the air - and much faster than your skin. You've probably begun to notice the heat transfering into your back.”

Discomfort quickly turned to pain. I wiggled around, lifting different parts of my body as long as I could to give them reprieve before they had to touch the hot metal again. I couldn't escape the pain, and yet I used all my energy fighting to mitigate it.

“Please,” I begged, “this hurts too much. I can't do this much longer.”

The Professor frowned, sighed, and stood up. He walked over to the hose, turned the faucet, and sprayed me.

The cold water shocked my body into full blown thrashing. But soon, the initial surprise of the frigid water on my mostly nude body gave way to relief. The metal, and my skin, cooled down. I relaxed. I was soaked, slightly uncomfortable, but no longer in pain.

Slowly the water dried. Soon the metal was hot again. I resumed my futile struggle, as my back began to cook again. The professor sat above me, pleasuring himself while his captive suffered beneath him.

“How much longer?” I asked, less to the imaginary professor and more my true captor - my boyfriend in the other room. The man that alone held the keys to my release.

[CaptiveDan]

Hahaha, I was only jokingly suggesting that your BF should come in, take the key from you and return to gaming. Because that's what I would do Pleasantly surprised to see that's how it turned out

Lol I promise that was the OG plan. Great minds think alike - or at least it's good to know kinky people think alike

[Camguy2050]

you sure know how to get a man's third leg to jolt into action

[CaptiveDan]

you sure know how to get a man's third leg to jolt into action

very glad to hear the story is having its intended effect

[CaptiveDan]

Reality - Price of Impatience
Dee didn't answer me. Instead, he paused his game and silently walked into the bedroom. It had been nearly an hour, surely he was going to release me. He wasn't even that in to BDSM, usually he just indulged me. He had to be bored of this by now.

I noticed the key was not in his hand.

He picked up one of my socks from the floor. He shoved it into my mouth, then grabbed duct tape from my desk, and wrapped around my head so I couldn't spit the sock out.

Then he handed me a bell, an old bear bell from when I’d gone hiking. He placed it in my hand.

“Drop this if you have an emergency.” He said, “but only if you have an emergency. This isn't a ‘get free when you want to’ option. I want you tied here for a good long time. I'm going to keep you here a lot longer than you'd like.”

[blackbound]

Whoa, I missed the earlier roasting chapter. Very hot (literally)! Now to see how our narrator deals with the temptation of the bell.

[CaptiveDan]

Whoa, I missed the earlier roasting chapter. Very hot (literally)! Now to see how our narrator deals with the temptation of the bell.

I was inspired by the roasting scene/set up from your last story. Temperature play is real fun to fantasize about - though I doubt I'm brave enough to do anything more intense then ice cubes

[gag1195]

The interplay between the reality and the imagination! The push/pull, the I do, I don't! I love it!

[CaptiveDan]

The interplay between the reality and the imagination! The push/pull, the I do, I don't! I love it!

Thanks! I'm glad you like it. I'll get around to posting the next chapter eventually

[CaptiveDan]

Fantasy - Kept for Later
As my boyfriend left me gagged and chained to the bed, the true extent of my bondage started to sink in. My boyfriend's unexpected dominant turn had been a pleasant surprise. Though the sock in my mouth was by no means pleasant, and the boredom of long time bondage was starting to take its toll.

I decided to entertain myself by imagining I was a professional biker, clad in my skin tight biking uniform, tied spread-eagle in a cheap European hotel. I imagined my balled up hands bound in leather fist mitts. The sock gagging me needed no further embellishment.


Image from soccerbondage

I was an up-and-coming biker in a less popular league of racers. The fact I knew nothing about biking as a sport did not stop me from creating a convoluted backstory to explain my current predicament. I'd been sleeping in a hotel right before a big race, only to wake up with a start as I felt pressure on my arms.

Six men held me down. Four men held my limbs, one man covered my mouth, and the final man tied me to the bed.

They’d left me bound and gagged while they raced.

It was easy to imagine the growing boredom and anxiety of being tied up and left, as I in real life was currently enduring the same fate. Fantasy and reality mixed in one for a while, until I was ready to move the scene along.

The team returned, laughing and talking to each other. They stripped out of their clothes, revealing sweaty bodies and beautiful cocks. My own dick started to stir, until my erection was clearly visible through my uniform.

“I guess we should let him go now.” One of my captor said, half-undressed.

“Well now… no need to rush,” another said. He walking over to the bed and grabbed my cock through my clothes, “It looks like he's enjoying this. Maybe we should indulge him.”

I was powerless to stop them as they tore my outfit open around the crotch, revealing my cock and ass to the six men. I struggled and tried to scream, but my protests only made them more ravenous.

The man who'd suggested having fun with me released my ankles from their bonds, then grabbed my legs and sat them on his shoulders. My back arched up. My ass lifted a few inches off the bed. Another man tossed him a bottle of lube. He lubed up his thick cock and pushed it into my ass.

I imagined the dildo I'd earlier put in my ass as this man’s cock. I shifted on the bed, then began moving my hips so the dildo pushed ever so slightly inside me. As I fantasized about being fucked against my will by my kidnappers, I used the range of motion I had to fuck myself with the dildo.


One by one the sweaty, ravenous men fucked me. Every man’s dick was different. Every man’s technique and speed varied. But all were selfish. All were rough. My pleasure didn't matter. I was nothing but a hole.

The fantasy of being fucked, mixed with the very real feeling of the dildo inside me made my dick hard. It pushed against the soft fabric of my briefs. Normally this is when I would have released myself and jacked off - but with my only way out still in the hands of my occupied boyfriend, my only hope of getting off was by stimulating my ass with the dildo and rubbing my dick against the front of my underwear.

Despite the less than ideal masturbating circumstances, I was getting close. I started to moan into my gag, speeding up my movements on the bed.

I must have been making too much noise.

“Excuse me!” My boyfriend said, standing in the doorway. Thrusting me back to reality.

“I didn't give you permission to cum.”

[Red86]

I always find it interesting when you take pics I saw years ago and craft a fun little story to go with said pic!

Seems like your BF is growing a little more dominant in your stories! Since he didn't give you permission, I think he needs to take away more of your mobility. Again because that's what I would do. Even if I enjoy watching someone test the limits of the restraints, knowing they are not getting out until I free them

[blackbound]

I always find it interesting when you take pics I saw years ago and craft a fun little story to go with said pic!

Seems like your BF is growing a little more dominant in your stories! Since he didn't give you permission, I think he needs to take away more of your mobility. Again because that's what I would do. Even if I enjoy watching someone test the limits of the restraints, knowing they are not getting out until I free them

Definitely, and he should also make extra sure there's no illegal cumming!

[CaptiveDan]

I always find it interesting when you take pics I saw years ago and craft a fun little story to go with said pic!

Seems like your BF is growing a little more dominant in your stories!

I love using pics as inspiration. It's fun to try and answer the question "what is a hot reason someone might end up like this".

Art is imitating life a bit, as my IRL BF has gotten a bit more dominant/sadistic when I've tied myself up as of late.

Since he didn't give you permission, I think he needs to take away more of your mobility. Again because that's what I would do. Even if I enjoy watching someone test the limits of the restraints, knowing they are not getting out until I free them

Definitely, and he should also make extra sure there's no illegal cumming!

Oh don't worry, "I" won't be cumming yet, he'll make sure of that