Bob Wingate's Blog: Bondage in Five Phases

One of my favorite correspondents just sent me the following, which he tells me happened last weekend:

I became friends and ultimately bondage buddies with Reggie probably twelve or thirteen years ago. It was a different world then; the Internet was still brand-new for the most part, and even though it wasn’t impossible to meet people online for a little hook-up action, it wasn’t the sort of widespread market it is today. I had this local friend, who I’d met through a Yahoo group for male bondage, and we played together a few times with both of us switching roles, but a relationship definitely wasn’t in the cards. However, we were both always extremely interested in group action and also constantly introducing each other to new potential playmates. That was how I met Reggie, because they also met through a Yahoo group.

Now, Reggie’s kind of an odd bird. He’s a year or two younger than me, a high school teacher, and he identifies as gay but you’d never really know it. He’s also quite tall, about 6'4", very nice-looking but not classically handsome, has a decent slender bod and a receding hairline, and the few times we played together (with me as the Top, because he’s a committed bottom) he turned out to be a great kidnap victim and very much into the role-play aspect of everything. He’s got limits I don’t really understand: he won't kiss, he won’t suck, he won’t fuck or get fucked, and he won’t let me play with his feet or lick his asshole—but I respect limits completely, and he’s happy to have his dick sucked by me or his tits played with and he loves being jerked off. More than anything else, he likes to groan into a really tight gag that he can’t remove, and he wants to wear a gag throughout a scene, which suits me just fine. So the six or seven times we’ve played together without involvement from anyone else have gone really nicely. He also happens to live very close by.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, Reggie got a hold of me on Chat in Facebook and said, “It’s been a while since we’ve played. Would you like to get together this weekend if you’re available? Maybe we could get a motel room or something for a few hours. I’ll pay for it.” Like I need more encouragement than that, so of course I said yes. We made arrangements, he picked me up in his car downstairs (with me towing my “goodie bag” of rope and bandannas and tape and whatnot), and we set off for a little motor lodge in the area while we made some non-bondage small talk. He handed me sixty bucks once there and asked me to go in and get the room (he’s got a real stigma about being recognized by somebody when he’s in this situation), so I paid for three hours of room-time and off we went upstairs, where he went into customary volunteer mode.

After blindfolding him securely, I packed his mouth with one bandanna and then tied another around his head, gagging him tightly. He was already starting to “Mmmph” into his gag by the time I was tying his wrists behind his back, then wrapped rope around his chest and upper arms. I slowly walked him over to a chair, made him stand in front of it while I tied his thighs and knees together, then ordered him to sit. I secured him to the chair with another length of rope around his chest and the back of it, then tied his ankles together and brought them up off the floor, securing them to the rope at the back of the chair. By now his simple “mmmmphs” had turned into muffled “Fuck you.” He was completely my prisoner after I wrapped three layers of duct tape around his head, then unzipped his jeans and released his rock-hard dick, from which was already leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. With all that done, I kissed the top of his head, lay down on the bed and watched some TV.

Reggie continued to struggle endlessly and curse me out through his gag; he was really playing this for everything it was worth. For the next hour, every once in a while I’d get up and caress his tits through the rope and T-shirt, or I’d put my mouth on his cock which made him even more furious when I’d pull off. It was only when his struggling became a little weaker and his muffled cursing slightly more subsided that I went over, licked his ear and whispered, “I think it’s time for Phase Two.” I undid his ankles and the rope that held him to the chair and stood him up.

The next part of my plan would have involved putting him in a hogtie on his stomach in the closet, but the room didn’t have one to put him in. So I hobbled him over to the corner next to the dresser (his thighs and knees were still bound), made him sit with his knees bent, tied his feet together again, and watched some more TV for about forty-five minutes. The most amazing thing was that the room had a mirrored ceiling, so it was intoxicating to lay back and look up, see myself and also this tall bondage slaveboy kidnapped in the corner, bound tightly and tape-gagged, where his struggles and grunts kept growing even weaker as he grew to accept his predicament.

Once the movie I was watching had ended, I went over to Reggie and kissed the top of his head again.

“Phase Three,” I whispered, as I untied his ankles and stood him up while he groaned. I untied his ankles and thighs, removed his jeans and socks, then his underwear, from which his rod now stood at full attention. His beautiful ass looked amazing from behind as I undid the rope around his chest and then his wrists and removed his T-shirt. He removed his blindfold himself and then pointed to the bathroom, which was definitely a break in the scene, but I told him to go ahead if he needed to and not to dare remove his gag. He obliged willingly, then came back and stood in front of me while I re-applied his blindfold.

I steered him to the bed and had him lay on his stomach. I tied his wrists thoroughly behind him again and then his ankles the same way, then climbed on top of him.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, Reggie,” I whispered in his ear, “even though I want to. But you have to let me do this instead. I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m not gonna get inside you, but I have to get off and this is the only way I know how with you looking so beautiful.”

He shivered a little from not knowing what was coming, but he didn't fight me on it. I climbed off, removed my clothes, lubed my own hard cock, climbed back onto him and thrust it between his meaty thighs. His reaction was surprising; once he realized I was really respecting his limits and simply using his legs as a sex toy, he completely relaxed and grunted passionately into his gag. I kept whispering sweet nothings into his ear and alternately licking it, and ultimately he was thrusting along with me as I began to cum in a gusher. He moaned continuously as I pulled out and stood up, then ran to get a warm wet washcloth to mop him up.

I untied Reggie’s wrists, flipped him onto his back, and tied them again above his head (the bed had no headboard, or I would have tied them to it). Then I secured a length of rope around his cock and balls. He was still dripping pre-cum like nobody’s business. I kissed the front of his tape-gag and whispered, “Phase Four. I’m taking a shower. Don’t go anywhere.” He groaned again as I went off to clean myself up, but I did leave the bathroom door open in case there was any sort of emergency with him. I made it quick and returned to the bed, laying next to him and playing with his tits and bound cock while he moaned and I waited for my hair to dry. “Wanna cum, Reggie?” He nodded his head furiously. “OK,” I whispered. “Phase Five.”

I untied his ankles, then grabbed his dick and said, “We’re leaving this rope on.” He nodded again. Then I untied his wrists, helped him to stand, and tied them fiercely behind his back. I walked him over to one of the mirrored walls in the room, my cock pressed firmly against his ass, and made him stand there while I removed the blindfold. “Look at that beautiful kidnapped boy,” I whispered, as I stood behind him, lubed my palm and began to massage his dick. His eyes widened, as though he couldn’t believe he was seeing himself bound and gagged and jerked by me. “You’ve been kidnapped, and now it’s time to pay the ransom. Pump it out, gorgeous. You don’t decide when you cum, I make all the decisions.”

By now his eyes were closing and I could see he was almost ready as I grabbed him around the waist with my left arm. “Pay your kidnapper. Pay him now.” Reggie let out a mighty grunt as he arched his back against me and shot an incredible load, which hosed the mirror and spilled onto the cheap motel carpeting. He collapsed slightly, but I held him up. We slowly walked backward to the bed and both completely collapsed for a few minutes.

Literally a minute later the phone rang from the front desk, telling us our three hours were up. Reggie sponged off and ungagged himself while I gathered all my stuff back into my bag, and then we got dressed. We were both pretty wordless after the intensity of the scene. I returned the key to the front desk, we headed back to his car in the lot, and were on our way to drop me off.

About a minute into the drive, Reggie said, “How come you never did me like that before?”

“It never crossed my mind,” I replied. “But I had fun. I hope you did too.”

“Oh, it was amazing,” he said. “I loved all of it. Can we do that again, exactly that way?”

“Not exactly that way, no,” I said. “Similar, but I have some other things in mind for next time. If you want there to be a next time.’

“I definitely want there to be a next time,” he responded. “Let me call you after the holidays.”