Bound & Gagged was from the beginning a reader-written magazine, with readers telling me about their real-life bondage experiences. While most of these experiences were (and through this blog have continued to be) about erotic adventures of adults or about games played with pals during childhood and adolescence, from time to time someone did write me about scary, unexpected, unsought situations, when they got tied up by real baddies, robbers or some such—powerful fantasy stuff for many of us but not always a lot of fun when it's actually happening. Obviously, and fortunately, these particular experiences left these particular writers physically unharmed. When I tag stories like the one below I call them "The Real Thing." This one was published in Issue 50 (January, 1996).
GENTLEMAN BANDIT APOLOGIZES TO VICTIMS FOR TYING THEM UP
BENTONVILLE, AR. Thanks for putting out such a super magazine. I’ve noticed that at least some of the stories you print involve real-life robbery or holdup situations, where no sex or bondage games are involved but the guy ends up tied up somehow anyway. This sort of thing has always been a turnon of mine: the immediacy of the situation, just a hint of danger, suddenly finding yourself bound and gagged by a stranger, and as long as no one gets hurt, I think it can be a thrill. I’m not just talking off my head, because it happened to me.
I was working my way through college as an assistant manager of a pseudo-fancy Mexican restaurant. Late one night, we were closing up the place. My boss and buddy Mitch were the only ones still around after all the customers and the other employees had left. I was cleaning up when Mitch called me into the office. As I approached the office, I noticed Mitch wasn’t wearing a shirt. That was a nice sight, believe me, but nothing particularly unusual. I figured Mitch was just changing out of the restaurant’s “uniform,” which was a white shirt with big, stupid Pirate sleeves, dark green shorts, socks and Weejuns. I walked into the office and nearly crapped in my pants. A man had a gun on Mitch, and told me to come inside.
The robber, hereafter known as El Bandito, had tied Mitch’s hands behind his back, really tight, and Mitch was struggling just a bit to get loose but wasn’t having any luck. That sight, plus Mitch without a shirt on, made it hard to concentrate on the guy with the gun, but he shorted and got my attention again. It seems El Bandito had been hiding in the bathroom until the restaurant closed, and gave Mitch the shock of his life while Mitch was taking a piss.
El Bandito told me to be quick and take off my shirt, too. I complied, and he stuffed the shirt into a canvas bag. With my hands raised, and trying not to concentrate on Mitch’s hot body, I heard El Bandito order me to get some money together and stuff it in the bag. That’s when I started to freak out just a bit, because I knew, as did Mitch, that most of the cash receipts were already in the safe, and the safe had a time lock we couldn’t open without dynamite.
We told our captor the truth, he didn’t believe it, and we argued for a while. El Bandito threatened, we pleaded, etc. Eventually, we were able to scrape up enough green stuff from petty cash and tips to satisfy him. It was mostly ones, but it looked like an impressive haul, and I prayed that El Bandito wouldn’t count it until he was long gone.
Something else about El Bandito: he was the most polite bad dude I’ve ever encountered. He actually apologized as he pulled my wrists behind me and started tying me up, just as tight as he’d tied Mitch. He’d made Mitch kneel on the floor as he tied me. When he finished tying my hands, he said something about our shoes and told us to give them to him. Mitch had to stand up again and we both stepped out of our Weejuns the best we could with our hands bound. As it happened, Mitch’s feet were bare and attached to a great pair of legs, which was something else to drool over had the situation been different.
El Bandito apologized again, and ordered the two of us on the floor, face down, side by side. El Bandito took some rope from his bag and tied up our feet, then we were gagged with blue bandannas! He thanked us for the cooperation, apologized for tying us up by saying he just didn’t want us to follow him, and escaped into the night.
I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how glad I was to see him leave. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what a guilty thrill it was to be tied up and loving it! I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how much I was enjoying rubbing against the bare and roped parts of Mitch’s body, and he was rubbing up against mine. We rolled around on the floor for awhile, moaning and struggling to get loose. It would have been funny to see the two of us writhing around like fish out of water, if this wasn’t such a serious situation. This wasn’t the first time I’d been tied up, but it was the first time I’d been tied against my will, and the first time to be tied along with another hot friend. For a man who apologized about doing this, El Bandito was good at knots. They bit into my wrists, and I couldn’t even wiggle the gag off.
Mitch was really wriggling and writhing. I stopped struggling for a bit and just watched Mitch struggle in helpless bondage. His feet and wrists were tied tight. Until somebody found us, he wasn’t going anywhere, so I settled on my side and enjoyed the show his sexy body was putting on for me.
It took a little more than an hour, but someone must’ve noticed that all the lights were still on long after the restaurant was supposed to have closed. El Bandito helped by leaving one of the doors open. A couple of cops came in along with the owner of the restaurant, found us all tied and gagged, and untied us. Of course they were all sympathetic and shocked, “shaocked” that something like this could happen in our peaceful community.
For a while the restaurant and our ordeal became the stuff of local legend. In fact, Mitch and I actually became even closer friends, but nothing hot and heavy came of our relationship. While I was a little guilty over my feelings of actually “enjoying” the experience, I kept that to myself and some very close buds. But after discovering how Mitch looked out of his clothes and tied and gagged, I guess I never looked at him the same way again!
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