Sunday, 3 May 2015

Chris the Electrician

It had been a couple of weeks since I’d spent the day tied up by Matt the plumber. On the one hand it had been scary, being helplessly tied up in my own home, at the same it was probably the best bondage experience I’d ever had.
As usual, when spending a day at home, I dressed in my leather jeans, studded belt, harness boots, Brando jacket and tight white t shirt. As soon as I’d finished dressing I remembered that I had an electrician coming to replace a number of light fittings. I thought about getting changed but decided to stay as I was. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
He introduced himself as Chris. He was around 6 foot, slim, with buzz cut blonde hair and blue eyes. His great body was shown off by tight cargo shorts, a tight polo shirt with the electrician company’s logo and a pair of well worn lace up work boots. I saw his eyes give my leather clad body a quick scan.
Chris’s face broke into a cheeky grin. “So are you a biker or do you just like wearing leather.”
“I do have a bike”, I replied, “A BMW R1200GS.”
“Nice, I’ve got a Ducati Multistrada.”
We talked bikes for a few minutes before heading into the living room where I showed him the light fittings that I wanted changed. All of a sudden I realised I’d left my black leather straitjacket over the sofa to air out from a play session I’d had on the weekend. The sofa was also black leather so it wasn’t immediately obvious. Too late to hide it now.
I saw Chris’s eyes go to the straitjacket, he picked it up “So what do we have here?”
I tried to think of a reply but nothing would come out of my mouth.
“I think I’d like to see how this looks on you.”
The next thing I knew was on the floor in feeling my muscles spasm. Chris had pulled a stun gun from his pocket and zapped me with it.
“Unless you want to be zapped again, take off your jacket and t-shirt and put your arms into the strait jacket.” He waved the stun gun menacingly at me. When I regained movement, I complied with his request, I had no desire to be zapped again. At the same time I felt my cock go rock hard at the thought of being strapped into my straitjacket by the very cute Chris. He zipped up the back of the jacket and started fastening the strap. This is the point of no return in a straitjacket – escape is impossible at this point unless you are Houdini. He fed the sleeves through loop at the front and buckled the straps at the back. He finished off by buckling up the crotch straps and pushing me to the floor.
I was struck dumb through the entire process. Only a few minutes ago I had been talking to Chris about motorcycles, now I was helplessly strapped into a leather straitjacket. He reached into his tool box and pulled out a rope bit gag. What was it with tradesmen carrying rope in their tool boxes? He tightly gagged me, then pulled out more rope which he used to tie my ankles and thighs, waving the stun gun at me a couple of times to make sure I knew to cooperate. He finished off by blindfolding me with a black bandanna.
He then moved me so I was sitting with my back to the sofa. He unbuttoned the fly of my leather jeans and pulled my rock hard cock out. Felt him velcro a couple of bands around it, then I felt a mild electrical charge start up, making my cock even harder.
“Don’t move from that spot or this will happen.” A massive electrical charge went through my cock and I screamed into my gag. The charge subsided and went back to the pleasant tingling. “Are you going to cooperate?” I vigorously nodded my head yes. He left me struggling helplessly against the straitjacket and ropes, with the electrical charge going through my cock bringing me to the edge of cumming but not actually letting my cum. While this was going on, I could hear the sound of him replacing the light fittings.
After what felt like a couple of hours Chris announced “All finished, I just need to grab something out of the van.” He removed the Velcro bands from my cock, pushing it back into my leather jeans and buttoning up the fly. I then heard him walk out then come back a couple of minutes later.
“I’m going to remove your gag, but no talking or you’ll regret it. Do you understand?” I nodded my head yes, I was completely helpless, what was I going to do? It was nice to have the gag out of my mouth and I moved my jaw around but remained silent. My blindfold came off next and I blinked in the harsh light. Before I could blink more than a couple of times Chris pulled a full face muzzle over my head. He did the straps up tightly, which clamped my mouth shut and shut out all light. I then heard him walk out the back door. I then heard two sets of footsteps come back in. One set of hands picked me up under my arms, another set picked me up at the knees. I tried struggling and mmpphhing into the muzzle but bound as I was I was no match for these two. It felt like I was placed in the back of a van. I heard a sliding door close and the van drove off.
It felt like we drove for around an hour. I could feel us negotiate local streets then get onto a motorway after some time, we exited from the motorway and headed onto a fairly rough, twisty road for around 15 minutes. The van stopped, the door opened and I was carried out. It felt like I was carried up a set of stairs then down a hallway. I was put down on a padded surface. I was held down while my ankles were untied. My boots were removed and my ankles were retied with a leather strap. My thighs were then untied and also retied with a leather strap. I then heard a door close but is closed softly, almost like it was padded. Then there was silence and there was silence. .
I started to move around to check my surroundings, not easy strapped in a straitjacket with my ankles and thighs secured with leather straps. My socked feet had no purchase on the smooth padded floor and moving was very difficult. I rolled around a bit finding that the walls to of this room were also padded; was I in a padded cell? Being strapped in a straitjacket and locked in a padded cell has been a fantasy of my for a long time and it seemed that this fantasy had come true. I rolled around on the padded floor struggling against the straitjacket and the leather straps, thoroughly enjoying my predicament.
After I’d been struggling for what seemed like a couple of hours I sensed the door opening and then there were two sets of hands holding me down. The fly of my leather jeans was unbuttoned and my still rock hard cock was pulled out. I felt a hand stroke it – I was close to cumming. Some lube was placed on my cock and the striking continued. I very quickly worked up to climax and shot an enormous load.
Someone set to work removing the muzzle, although the light was dim, I still needed to blink a few times to take in my surroundings. I was indeed in a padded cell, probably about 2.5 x 2.5 metres. I saw Chris and realised that next to him was Matt the plumber! Both were dressed in full black leather.
Chris spoke “Let me introduce to my boyfriend Matt. He told me all about tying you up a couple of weeks ago. I couldn’t believe my luck when I scored your electrical work and then to find a handy strait jacket! I did have a plan to get you tied up but you saved me a lot of trouble. We’ve only just finished the padded cell and you’ve been our first prisoner.”
They removed the straps from my thighs and ankles, replacing them with a leather hobble, which had a strap allowing me to take a step of about 40cm. they helped me to my feet and took me for a tour of the bottom level of their house, which they’d set up as a dungeon. There were three cells; a padded cell, an open bar cell and an isolation cell. One wall was covered in manacles, handcuffs and chains. In the open area there was a set of wooden stocks, a pup cage, a bondage chair and a bondage table. Talk about a bondage Aladdin’s cave!
I noticed that the pup cage was occupied. There was a young blond haired blue eyed guy. He was naked secured in metal wrist and ankle stocks. A huge black leather plug gag filled his mouth. He looked out of the cage pleading with us.
Matt spoke “That’s Geoff, he’s one of the local lads. We caught him stalking around the house; I think he’s just about learned not to go trespassing.”
I was returned to the padded cell and gagged with a plug gag. My thighs and ankles were again secured with leather straps. A short time the door opened and Chris and Matt brought Geoff in. He was now secured in a leather strait jacket with leather straps around his ankles and thighs. He was still gagged with the plug gag. He was sporting a massive hard on. Chris and Matt put Geoff down beside me and he snuggled up to me.
Geoff and I did end up spending the night together in straitjackets in the padded cell. Chris and Matt did bring us dinner, arranged for toilet breaks and exchanged our plug gags for muzzles. Geoff had calmed down by morning and had gone from being scared to being excited by bondage. Chris drove me back home in the morning, although I was not released from the straitjacket until I was back home. It was certainly not the last time I would see him, Matt and Geoff.


Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Matt the Plumber

The doorbell rang and then I remembered I’d called the plumber to replace some taps. I’d dressed in my leather jeans, studded belt, harness boots, Brando jacket and tight white t shirt thinking that I was going to be home alone. Too late to change now!
I opened the door. What a great sight for a Monday morning. He was around 6 foot, slim, wavy brown hair and brown eyes. His great body was shown off by tight cargo shorts, a tight polo shirt with the plumbing company’s logo and a pair of well worn electric sided work boots. He introduced himself as Matt and I saw his eyes give my leather clad body a quick scan.
“Are you a biker?” he asked.
“Yes” I replied.
“So am I. What do you ride?”
“BMW R1200GS, you?”
“Nice, I’ve got a BMW S1000RR.”
We talked bikes as I took him out to the bathroom in my garage. He opened his tool box and I couldn’t help noticing that there were several coils of rope in the bottom.
“Do you have much need for rope in plumbing?” I asked
He shot me a cheeky grin and replied “It comes in handy at times.”
I stood there looking at the rope until Matt interrupted me “Um, my job’s a whole lot easier if you don’t disturb me.”
“Sorry…” I headed back into the house to read the newspaper.
After a while Matt walked back into the house telling me he’d finished in the garage. I then led him to the bathroom and headed back to the living room.
After a few minutes I headed to the bathroom; he had just finished removing the old taps. “Matt, I’m about to make myself a coffee, would you like one?”
“Hey I told you that my job’s easier if you don’t disturb me.”
As he was saying that, he pushed me against the wall grabbing my right arm twisting my right arm behind my back.”
“S-sorry, mmppphhh…” He clapped his left hand over my mouth. I struggled for a moment but felt my arm twisted further up my back. Wow, he was strong and there was no way I was getting free of his grip.
“OK I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth, you make even the slightest sound and you’ll regret it. Do you understand?” I nodded in agreement.
He took his hand away from my mouth, I didn’t dare make a sound. He bent down to his tool box forcing me down with him. He picked up a coil of rope and a roll of duct tape, then he led me into the living room. I have a mezzanine study above my living room and he led me to the pole which support it. I had tied many guys to that pole and have been tied to it myself, but never involuntarily. He led me to the pole backing me up against it. He pulled both hands behind the pole crossing the wrists over. I started to say something but this was cut short with a cry of pain as he twisted my right arm behind my back.
“I did not give you permission to speak. Now stay quiet!”
He pulled my crossed my wrists behind my back again and lashed them together with the rope he’d brought. He quickly had me secured. His rope work was brilliant, it was tight and secure without cutting of my circulation. I quickly realised that the only way I was getting free would be when he untied me. He then gagged me with the duct tape wrapping it around my head several times. He left the room returning with a whole bundle of rope. He then added ropes around my ankles and just above my knees. After that he used a long piece of rope to secure my entire body tightly to the pole, starting at my shoulders, working his way down to my ankles. By time he was finished I was tightly bound to the pole barely able to move. My cock had gone rock hard and I could feel it straining against my tight leather jeans. He gave it a rub.
“I told you that rope sometimes comes in handy. Now I can finish the job I peace.”
With that, Matt left the room.
I struggled against the ropes and mmppphhhed into my gag. I could barely move, my cock was rock hard and I desperately wanted to cum. I could hear Matt working in the bathroom, I was going crazy.
Eventually things went quiet and Matt walked back into the living room.
“I’m finished here. So heave you learned your lesson, not to disturb me while I’m working?”
I nodded my head and mmmppphhhed “yes” while struggling futilely against the ropes.
He rubbed my hard cock through my leather jeans. I moaned through my gag in ecstasy.
“No, I think you’re enjoying yourself too much. I think you need time to think about the consequences of what you’ve done. I’ll be back to check on you later.”
As he walked out I screamed into my gag but it did a very good job of keeping me quiet. I struggled against my ropes but I wasn’t going anywhere. I heard the front door closed and I realised I was completely helpless. I tried working on the ropes but Matt sure knew how to tie someone up, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was both scared and excited at the same time.
Time passed slowly. I couldn’t seek a clock and there was nothing to give me an idea of what time it was. From time to time I would work on my ropes but the result was the same, I wasn’t getting out of them until Matt came back. I tried working my gag off but Matt had done an excellent job of gagging me, it wasn’t coming off. My cock remained hard.
What seemed an eternity later, I heard the front door open and the sound of work boots down the hall. Matt came into the living room. He walked over to me and felt my still rock hard cock through my tight leather jeans.
“So have you learned your lesson now?”
I nodded my head enthusiastically. I was ready to be released.
“No I think you still need more time to fully learn your lesson.”
I couldn’t believe it. I had been tied up for several hours, while it had been fun being tied up, I was ready to be released. I struggled against the ropes and screamed into my gag as Matt walked out of the room. Again I heard the front door close. I again tried to free myself from the ropes but I was still going nowhere.
They say it’s not true bondage until you want to be released and you’re not. Well, I was well and truly at that point.
I lost all track of time and I think I must have drifted off to sleep at some point. I was scared and I was excited.
Eventually I heard the front door open and Matt walked back into the living room. He was now dressed as I was, black leather Brando jacket, tight white t-short, tight black leather jeans, studded belt and harness boots. He was carrying his tool box, which he put down beside me. He looked hot in his plumber’s gear, he was mega hot in full leather! He walked up to me and felt my cock, it was still hard.
“Wow, you really enjoy being tied up! I don’t think that’s gone down all day!”
He rubbed my cock, I moaned in pleasure. He unzipped my fly and pulled my stiff member out. He started stroking my cock, he then reached over to his tool box and opened it a crack and pulling out a tube of lube. He squirted some on my cock and kept on stroking. He worked me up to the brink of orgasm several times. I so needed to cum. Finally he worked me up to orgasm and I shot a massive load across the room, I then slumped against my ropes. He left me for a while as I calmed down after my orgasm, he then set to work untying me and removing my gag. He helped me over to the sofa, then he opened his tool box which now contained a few cold beers in ice. He opened one and handed it to me and opened one for himself.
“Full service plumber” took on a whole new meaning.

Saturday, 23 February 2013

Greek Islands Odyssey Part 7

Our last day on Santorini had arrived. We were due to take the ferry to Piraeus that evening, then we were flying out of Athens the next day; Mark, Dylan and Jarrod were returning to London and I was heading home to Sydney. It had been a brilliant week with Mark and the boys and there had been some brilliant bondage. Much as Mark and I had enjoyed our bondage we decided, with the agreement of Jarrod and Dylan, to be bondage free on our last day.

We headed first to the museum then a last walk around Fira, finishing up at a restaurant overlooking the caldera for lunch. After lunch we then headed back to the villa, finishing off our packing in time for the van we had arranged to take us down to the port for the ferry.

Port traffic was being directed by police in cammos, who looked very hot. Our van was diverted to one side and stopped at a building behind the ferry terminal building; the port police station. Four cammo clad cops greeted us telling us to get out of the van and to "assume the position."

"Our colleagues in Fira told us to expect some rowdy English boys."

I was about to say something when the cop added, "That one's Australian, keep a particular eye on him."

I felt a handcuff lock around my right wrist, which was brought down behind my back. My left wrist was then pulled behind my back and locked in the other cuff so my palms were facing out. As this was going on, I could hear handcuffs lock on the other boys' wrists. We were led inside the police station and taken to a bench where our handcuffs were locked to chains which were locked to rings on the wall behind the bench.

So much for a bondage free day. Being handcuffed and chained to a wall by these cute cops in cammos was making me really horny.

Two of the cops walked over to us carrying large rolls of black duct tape.

"Let's keep you quiet."

They gagged each of us by wrapping duct tape around our heads several times. For good measure they also wrapped the tape around our ankles and thighs. I struggled against the handcuffs and tape and mmppphhhed into my gag but knew I was helpless. One of the cops gave our crotches a rub and remarked that it appeared we were enjoying our captivity.

"Keep an eye on them. The ferry will be ready for loading in about an hour."

Three of the cops left the room leaving one cop to watch us. I snuggled up to Mark, while we waited for the ferry.

After about an hour the other three cops returned.

"Let's get these boys loaded. Don't worry, we have got your luggage and that will go to Piraeus with you."

The cops removed the tape that was tying our ankles and thighs and locked leg irons around our ankles. They then unlocked our handcuffs from the chains attaching us to the wall and got us to stand up. They produced black cloth hoods which they pulled over our heads. We began to mmmppphhh in protest but were warned not to give any trouble or we wouldn't make our ferry. One of the cops took my left arm and started to lead me out of the police station. From the sound of the clank of leg irons, I was third in line. I froze for a moment at the thought of being led handcuffed and leg ironed like a criminal, in public but also realised that the hood, as well as blindfolding me concealed my identity.

As the cop led me to the ferry he quietly gave me quiet instructions which included advice on which way to turn, where to expect steps etc. As we walked, I wondered who was watching us and what they were saying. It took a few minutes to reach the ferry we then headed up the back ramp and onto the ferry. We kept on walking, turning a few corners until we entered a lift which took us up a short way. We were then led down a few more corridors until we stopped. I heard a heavy door close. Our hoods were removed and I blinked at the light. We were in the ferry's brig, which was a windowless room. We were met by a couple of the ferry's security officers.

One of the cops spoke "These are the English and Australian boys that need to be kept secure. They'll be met at Piraeus."

The security officers produced some white canvas straitjackets "Don't worry these will keep them secure until we hand them over to your colleagues in Piraeus."

They started with Dylan removing his handcuffs and leather jacket. He was then strapped into a straitjacket. The cops' leg irons were removed and other leg irons added. Jarrod was next and when he strapped into his straitjacket he and Dylan were pushed to sitting position. A chain with climbing style karabiners was threaded behind a pipe along the wall with one biner clipped to the straps of each straitjacket. I was next to be strapped into a straitjacket followed by Mark. We were then pushed to the floor and secured by the chain and karabiners.

The cops and security guards exchanged a few words in Greek and left room locking the door behind us. We struggled against the strait jackets and chains and mmmppphhed into our gags but we knew we were helplessly bound. After some time we felt the ferry pull away.

One of the security guards returned.

"No one can hear you down here so I'm going to remove your gags but give me any trouble and you will regret it. Is that understood?"

We nodded and he ungagged us. His name was Andreas and he commented that he'd had to restrain some unruly passengers in straitjackets in the past but this was the first time he'd had a group in straitjackets who looked like they were enjoying it. We told him about our week on Santorini and of our encounter with Dimitri, Stefanos, Mathios and Lukas. He then had to head off on other duties and apologised that he would have to gag us again in case one of the other security officers came by.

We were left straitjacketed, chained and gagged for a couple of hours and we could feel the ferry call at an intermediate port. After leaving port the brig door opened and Andres returned with one of his colleagues, Jason, carrying a trays of food. They'd called in at the ferry's "Goody's" (Greece's answer the McDonalds) and had picked up burgers, fries and drinks for us. They removed our gags and fed us. They had been told just to leave us tied and gagged until Piraeus but said they couldn't just leave us. We certainly appreciated them looking after us. For the rest of the journey either Andreas or Jason remained with us and we talked more of bondage. They also assisted us with toilet breaks - not easy when you're straitjacketed.

About an hour out of Piraeus we were again gagged and left locked in the brig. After an hour we felt the ferry dock and we waited for release but we were just left there. I was getting concerned that we'd been forgotten and I could sense that the other boys were getting worried too. We were struggling against the straitjackets, chains and gags but they held firm and we weren't going anywhere. Finally the door opened and Andreas and Jason entered with eight cops carrying chains. The cops didn't look particularly friendly and I was getting a bit concerned at what was in store for us.

Once again Dylan was first. His straitjacket was removed and he was given his leather jacket back. He was then locked in transport chains, which consisted of a belly chain, locked around the waist with single handcuffs to each side of the chain. A chain came down from the belly chain to leg irons. The ferry's leg irons were then removed. Each of us was chained in that manner, then black cloth hoods were again placed over our heads blocking off the light. We were warned not to give any trouble in a chilling tone.

We were led out to the brig to the lift and then down to the main vehicle deck where we were placed in a van. We were then driven out of the ferry, although hooded as we were, we had no idea where we were going.

The van eventually stopped, the rear doors were opened and we were led out of the van, still hooded. We were led down some corridors before stopping where our hoods were removed. I was in a cell with Mark and I assumed Dylan and Jarrod were nearby. There were straitjackets sitting on the bed in the cell. The cops in the cell with us looked a bit friendlier than the cops who had taken us off the ferry. They explained that we were going to be straitjacketed and if we cooperated, we wouldn't be gagged. We would be escorted to the airport the next day (actually, it was now later the same day) for our plane. We nodded our agreement and allowed our chains to be removed and to be straitjacketed again. Locks were added to the straps to prevent us from trying to unstrap them using our teeth. When we were secure, the cell door was locked.

We were both really horny and lost no time having a good snog. We were both really hard and were dying to cum but the way we were strapped into the straitjackets there was no way we could get at our cocks. We snuggled up on the bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

We were woken the next morning by one of the cops bringing in bowls of muesli and juice which he placed on the floor for us to eat. This brought back memories of us eating while handcuffed. After breakfast the cops returned to clean us up and help us with using the cell's toilet. Later our strait jackets were removed, we were given our leather jackets back and locked in transport irons for the trip to the airport.

At the airport we were taken through a special security area. I was amused that we still had to go through a metal detector while we were chained up. This was followed by a very thorough pat down. Our passports were checked and we were taken to a holding cell while waited for boarding. I wondered when we would finally be unchained or if I would be left like that for the flight.

Eventually two of the airport police unlocked the cell and removed our chains telling us we'd be escorted to the departure gate. He handed us our boarding passes and I noticed my destination was London, not Sydney.

"Your plans have been changed." and I was handed an e-ticket showing that I was indeed on a flight to London with a flight back to Sydney the following week.

"I'm supposed to be back at work in a couple of days."

The cop handed me his mobile phone and suggested I call my boss, which I did (it was evening in Athens so early morning in Sydney).

I told my boss that something had come up, would it be OK to come back a week later. My boss's reply was. "So what's his name?" My boss knows me very well.

Dylan, Jarrod, Mark and I headed for the plane and I looked forward to another week with Mark.

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Greek Islands Oddysey - Part 6

For the first time since meeting the boys, I had spent a night free of restraints; it almost felt odd. Mark rolled over and hugged and kissed me then suggested we have a shower and get dressed. We showered together making sure that we thoroughly clean each other. We when returned to the bedroom, Jarrod and Dylan were there already dressed in leather jackets, leather jeans and boots. Laid out on the bed were our leather jackets and jeans, Darby style hand and leg cuffs, leather collars and adult diapers. We were told the put the diapers on first the our leather jackets, jeans and boots. After we were dressed we were handcuffed behind our backs and leg ironed. Locking belts were added around our waists to stop us getting at our diapers. The collars were buckled around our necks and leashes attached.  We were told that we would spend the entire day restrained like this; should we give any trouble, we would be gagged and chained up.

As I've mentioned before having my hands tied or cuffed behind my back is a huge turn on and the prospect of spending the entire day like this was making me very horny. We were led downstairs to the kitchen where bowls of muesli and of juice were placed on the floor for us. We were helped down to the floor but as we quickly discovered, the only practical way to eat from a bowl on the floor with your hands cuffed behind your back is to lie on the floor. The day was not getting off to a good start. The human head isn't designed for eating like this and We ended up with milk and muesli all over our faces and on the floor. After we'd finished eating Jarrod and Dylan gave our faces a wipe and commented on the mess.

"You try eating neatly like this!" I remarked angrily.

Within a few seconds Dylan had strapped a plug gag into my mouth silencing my outcry; Jarrod strapped a gag into Mark's mouth stopping him from responding. We were dragged into the living room where chains, already attached to the wall were attached to our collars. We were told that we would be left here to think about things for an hour. While we were helplessly restrained, the shock of being gagged and chained up so suddenly made us jerk on the chains and mmmppphh into our gags. This only served to make me horny and it seemed to have the same effect on Mark.

The boys removed our gags and unchained us after an hour and left us together. We had a good snog but couldn't jerk off through the diapers. The next issue was needing a toilet break. I just couldn't bring myself to pee into the diaper and Mark had the same issue - toilet training is just so ingrained. There does come a time when you can no longer hold your piss in but it took a long time to get there and peeing yourself feels really unnatural. The next issue is that a diaper is only good for one bladder load and I needed to get it changed - Mark let his bladder go about the same time. It was a bit humiliating to have to get the boys to change our diapers but with our hands cuffed behind our backs, there wasn't much we could do. Peeing ourselves was another reason for us to be gagged and chained up for an hour. The next challenge was needing to take a dump. While I felt I could handle peeing, crapping was another matter but like peeing, there comes a time when you just have to . Fortunately the boys were on hand to clean us up and change our diapers very quickly.

It was an interesting day; there were a few occasions where our behavior led to us being gagged and chained up. We had a few diaper changes and also got to spend a fair bit of time just with each other as the boys left us alone unless we needed our diapers changed. After the first messy breakfast we even got used to eating from dog bowls on the floor.

Overall I just loved the feeling of having my hands cuffed behind my back for the entire day. Darby cuffs are very comfortable for long term wear but leave you in no doubt that you're restrained. We were eventually released in time for bed.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Greek Islands Oddysey Part 5

I woke up next to Mark; I struggled and couldn’t move my arms. I then fully woke up and remembered I was strapped in a leather straight jacket with Mark also in a leather straight jacket in the padded cell. His eyes met mine. My cock was hard in my leather jeans.

“Morning sexy leather man.”

“Morning sexy leather man.”

We wriggled next to each other and started kissing. Just then the door opened and Jarrod and Dylan walked in dressed in full leather.

“OK stop it you two.”

Jarrod and Dylan released us from the straight jackets and told us to get cleaned up for breakfast. Mark and I headed for the bathroom taking a long shower thoroughly cleaning each other. We got dressed in leather jackets and leather jeans and headed out to the patio where Jarrod and Dylan were cooking bacon and eggs on the barbecue. There’s nothing like a good English breakfast to start the day.

Just as we were finishing breakfast the doorbell rang. Dylan headed to the door returning with the four cops we’d met previously. They weren’t on duty until the afternoon so they decided to pay us a visit. We talked about the last couple of days over coffee and they admired our leathers. Dimitri commented that he’d always wanted to try leather jeans on and Mark offered to swap clothes with him. Stefanos then asked if I’d swap with him. The thought of the cute Stefanos wearing my leathers was huge a turn on coupled with the thought of wearing his uniform. Mark and I headed inside and swapped clothes with Dimitri and Stefanos. They were the same size as us, our leathers fitted them beautifully and their uniforms fitted us snugly. The utility belt was heavy, it was missing the gun, baton and radio but I did notice the handcuffs were there. We got the cameras out and got lots of photos.

“We should have shots of handcuffed police,” said Jarrod.

This started with shots of us cuffed in front, then the cuffs were removed and we were handcuffed behind. It was a pretty amazing feeling being in a Greek police uniform, handcuffed.

Mathaios surprised us with “Hey, how about photos of police held hostage?”

We headed inside and those of us in uniform were sat down on chairs with our hands cuffed behind the chair backs.

“We need some rope to make this look more authentic,” said Dylan. He and Jarrod headed off, returning a few minutes later with a couple of bags of rope. Dimitri and Stefanos set about tying Mark and me to our chairs while Jarrod and Dylan worked on Mathaios and Lukas. There was no doubt that Dimitri and Stefanos knew how to tie someone up and soon my body was covered in rope securely tying me to the chair. When they were finished tying us, Dimitri picked up a roll of duct tape and proceeded to gag us, wrapping the tape around our heads several times. They got more photos of us tied to the chairs, then they decided our hands should be tied not cuffed, so our handcuffs were removed and our hands tied instead.

Jarrod, Dylan, Dimitri and Stefanos headed out of the room leaving us tightly tied to the chairs and gagged. We struggled against the ropes and mmppphhed into our gags. Being tied up in a police next to Mark and two genuine cops was driving me crazy. My cock was hard as a rock and I badly needed cum. We were left like this for a considerable time and I began to wonder what had happened to the others.

Eventually Dimitri and Stefanos returned to the room. They untied Mathaios and Lukas. They then untied Mark; leaving him gagged with his hands tied and dragged him out of the room. I struggled against my ropes wondering where Jarrod and Dylan were and what was going to happen to Mark. More time passed and Mathaios, Lukas and Stefanos came back and untied me from the chair, leaving me gagged.

“If you know what’s good for you, swap your clothes back with Stefanos.”

I was outnumbered three to one so I complied. They then pushed me to the floor tying my wrists behind my back. I was half dragged down to the dungeon where I saw Jarrod, Dylan and Mark all hogtied on the floor. I note Mark was back in leather jacket and leather jeans. I was pushed to the floor and was tightly hogtied like the others. My hands had been tied behind my back, wrists crossed and I was hogtied with my ankles crossed. Various other ropes were tied around my arms, chest and legs ensuring I was well and truly tied.

“See you later, we’re on duty in a few minutes.”

The cops headed off and we all struggled against our ropes and mmmppphed into our gags. The cops had done a brilliant job of tying us, I could barely move and it was making me as horny as hell. I love hogties, particularly tight inescapable hogties with my wrists and ankles crossed, although at the time I was starting to get a bit concerned about when we would finally get free. Would we have to wait until the cops were off duty, which I guessed would be 10 to 12 hours away.

When you’re tied up you lose track of time and I also drifted in and out of conscienciousness. Suddenly I spotted movement, Dylan had got free. He untied Jarrod. I was ready to be released by this time but Dylan and Jarrod walked out of the room, leaving Mark and me struggling against our ropes and mmmppphhing into our gags. Now that I had smelled the prospect of release and had it taken away from me I got my bondage “second wind” the time you want be released but aren’t. This made me even hornier.

Dylan and Jarrod left Mark and me there for another hour or two. We tried to roll around next to each other but we were so well tied we could barely move, let alone maneuver to untie each other; I had lost track of time some time ago. They came back in and turned us on our sides and started rubbing our crotches. Well, this was driving me crazy and I could tell it was also driving Mark crazy. They would work us up to the edge of cumming then they would back off. Eventually they unbuttoned the flies of our leather jeans and pulled our hard cocks out. They repeated the edging exercise several times until they eventually allowed us to cum. We both shot massive loads and had huge orgasms. Our bodies shook uncontrollably. They left us tied up with our bodies shaking. I really wanted out of the ropes now but knew that I was staying tied up.

A short time later Jarrod and Dylan returned and untied us and we decided. It had been another brilliant day of bondage but we decided we had all had enough bondage for the day. Dimitri and Stefanos had driven past after Jarrod and Dylan had got free. They had planned to release us but after seeing Jarrod and Dylan free they left it up to them to free Mark and me.

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Greek Islands Odyssey Part 4

I woke up unable to move. I tired to call out but all I could manage was “mmmppphhh”. It slowly dawned on me that I was strapped into a canvas strait jacket, with my legs taped together, gagged, in a police cell on Santorini. I rolled over and saw Mark, restrained in the same way. Across the cell were Jarrod and Dylan, restrained the same way; we all awake and mmmppphhhing into our gags.

The cell door opened and Dimitri and Stefanos walked in. They walked over to me and, taking an arm each, picked me up and dragged me out of the cell to the mmmppphhs of the other boys. They took me into the cell next door which contained a high backed wooden bondage chair. They untaped my legs and led me over to the chair pushing me down into it. I was then secured with leather straps around my ankles, thighs, waist and chest. While I knew I was helplessly restrained, it didn’t stop me from struggling just to make sure. My gag was removed, which was a relief after being gagged overnight. I was offered some water which was also welcome. Stefanos rubbed my crotch, feeling my very hard cock and commented, “I think you’re enjoying this.”

Slightly embarrassed I replied, “Uh, can I plead the fifth?”

“No you can’t, you’re Australian, not American.” replied Dimitri with a huge grin.

Suddenly Stefanos forced a plug gag into my mouth buckling it tightly behind my head. He unbuttoned the fly of my jeans and pulled my very hard cock out.

“Now you’re going to learn what happens to Australians who disturb the peace on our island.”

I was taken back by the sudden change in mood and struggled against the strait jacket and the straps securing me to the chair.

The other cops arrived in the cell; one was holding what looked like an electrical box with wires hanging off, which he handed to Stefanos.

“Mathaios, Lukas, go get his boyfriend.”

Stefanos walked over to me and fastened Velcro loop around the base of my cock below my balls and another just below the top of my cock. He attached wires from the box to the loops on my cock and plugged the box into a power point on the wall. It suddenly hit me that this was an electrical control box. While I had heard about electro, I had never had it done to me. I struggled against my strait jacket and the straps holding me to the chair and mmmppphhed into my gag.

While this was going on, Mathaios and Lukas appeared back in the cell with Mark who was doing his best to resist. The tape had also been removed from Mark’s legs and his tape gag had also been replaced with a plug gag. They clipped a chain to one of the straps at the back of his strait jacket, which was clipped to a ring on the wall opposite me. Mark’s eyes widened in horror when he spotted the electrical bands attached to my cock. He pulled at the chain and mmmppphhhed into his gag.

Matthaios and Lukas then left. 

I started to feel a tingling in my cock. It was actually quite pleasant and my cock went hard. It felt like being edged. However, the tingled built up to pain and I screamed into my gag and pulled against my restraints. Mark watched wide eyed and struggled against his strait jacket and the chain securing him to the wall. I felt the tingling in my cock subside. The cops continued the cycle; the power would build up and would stay at a level keeping me on edge for ages. There were times I would just receive a jolt through my cock and would scream into my gag and pull against my restraints. After what felt like hours of this the power built up to the maximum level I could comfortably handle and was left there. Eventually this built me up to orgasm and I shot a massive load.

They turned the power off and unstrapped me from the chair, half carrying me to the cell we’d been left in for the night, which was now empty. They then brought Mark in and tied the two of us together, facing each other. Our gags were removed and we were left alone. After a huge kiss I reassured Mark that not only was I fine but I’d had a brilliant time with the electro. He’d been worried about me as he wasn’t sure whether my reaction was one of pleasure or pain, although he did remark that my hard cock and orgasm probably suggested the former.

We were left for some time before Dimitri and Stefanos returned, untying us, removing our strait jackets and returning our leather jackets. Mathaios and Lukas then arrived in the cell with pasties and coffee for a late breakfast. We chatted about our travels and our bondage experiences. The cops told us that an advantage of being on an island was that they could “bend” the rules a bit. The restraints we had been in did get used from time to time, although the prisoners weren’t always as enthusiastic as we had been.

After breakfast Mathiaos and Lukas told us they’d drive us back to the villa. They had released Jarrod and Dylan after Mark and I had been restrained for my electo treatment. They pulled out their handcuffs and told us to put our hands behind our backs, securely cuffing us. They led us out to their car, helping us into the back seat, driving us the short distance back to the villa. They led us to the front door where Jarrod and Dylan greeted us. Mathiaos and Lukas unlocked our cuffs and bid us farewell.

Once inside Jarrod and Dylan told us to change into our leather jeans, which we did. They had another set of combination irons waiting for us; these were a combination of derby style hand and leg cuffs and a neck cuff. The boys locked the irons on us and headed off for a few hours. Well, we may have been restrained over 12 hours but sometimes too much bondage is never enough and Mark and I spent a wonderful afternoon chained up in each other’s company. These chains were even more intense than the combined derby hand and leg cuffs I’d worn a couple of days ago.

Jarrod and Dylan arrived back with pizza for dinner, a form of food that it straight forward to east while chained up as we were. We were left chained up after dinner and we watched a couple of movies before the boys decided it was time to call it a night. We were taken to the basement where our chains were removed and our leather jackets were replaced with leather strait jackets. While I’d enjoyed the night in the canvas strait jacket, a leather strait jacket leaves it for dead. To make sure we wouldn’t escape, locks were added to all of the straps. We were then locked in the padded cell for the night.

Sunday, 14 October 2012

Greek Islands Odyssey - Part 3

I woke up unable to move, unable to see. I was encased in tight leather from head to toe. I cried out but my cries were muffled by the leather hood tightly laced on my head. It slowly dawned on me that I was tightly strapped in a leather sleepsack, tied down to the bed in a cell in a villa in Santorini. Being restrained like this was making me as horny as hell and I could feel my rigid cock against the leather of the sleepsack.

I heard the cell door open and Mark’s voice “Good morning leather man, I trust you slept well.”

Just as I was starting to answer him I felt the mouth piece of the leather hood being snapped off and a plug style gag was inserted in its place reducing my intended “Good morning” to “mmmppphhh”. The zip around my cock was opened and my cock was pulled out. I felt him start to stroke it. He worked me up to the brink of climax several times. Eventually he let me cum and I felt a huge stream spurt out accompanied by a huge orgasm. I then heard his voice “Be back later.” At this point all I wanted was to be let out of the sleepsack and to hug Mark but I was helplessly restrained and gagged. I also noticed that my body temperature had increased somewhat and I was starting to feel uncomfortably hot in the sleepsack. I struggled against the sleepsack and mmmppphhhed into my gag but I wasn’t going anywhere. I felt something cool put against the sleepsack which made things more comfortable.

I wondered how long Mark would leave me there. I kept struggling and mmmppphhhing which was just making me horny and I felt my cock grow hard again. I then felt Mark start to stroke my cock again. While I shot a huge load last time, it felt like there was still more cum in me waiting to get out. Again Mark worked my cock but this time he let me shoot straight away.

After shooting my load for the second time, Mark removed the hood and released me from the sleepsack. I was covered in sweat and he wrapped a huge towel around me. “Let’s get you into the shower, Jarrod and Dylan will be waiting for us for breakfast. We headed back up to the bedroom and showered together before dressing in black denim jeans and leather jackets.

Jarrod and Dylan had just set up breakfast on the patio when we got down. They were dressed the same way as us. We had a nice relaxing breakfast and Jarrod suggested we head to Kamari Beach for a walk. We’d stopped here on our island tour the previous day, it was a beautiful black sand beach lined with restaurants and cafes. We walked back inside and Jarrod picked up a couple of coils of black rope, handing one to Mark. “Dylan, James, hands behind your backs.”

Jarrod tied Dylan’s hands and Mark tied mine behind my back. A couple of days in and being tied up was just becoming part of the routine. We headed down to the garage, Dylan and I were ushered into the back seats of the Golf while Jarrod and Mark got in the front. It wasn’t far to Kamari and Jarrod parked a couple of blocks from the beachfront. He and Mark got out and helped Dylan and me get out. “Ah guys, we’re in public, are you going to untie us?” I asked.

“No”, Jarrod replied nonchalantly.

Mark added. “Come on guys, bet no one even comments.”

I knew that my hands were staying tied and I did my best to act as if walking along a beach on Santorini with my hands tied behind my back was the most natural thing in the world. We walked along four abreast with Mark and Jarrod on the outside. Four guys in black leather jackets walking along the beachfront did turn some heads but I didn’t detect any comments about Dylan and me having our hands tied behind our backs. Looking from behind, it wouldn’t have been immediately obvious with the black rope.

It was still cool enough for us to be in leather jackets but this didn’t stop a few hardy souls from going swimming or attempting to get a tan on the sun beds that almost filled the beach. There was plenty of eye candy for us ether in board shorts or in wet suits.

After a slow walk along the beach Jarrod announce it was time for coffee and cake and we sat down at one of the beach front cafes, ordering cappuccinos and baklava. It went without saying that Dylan and I didn’t have our hands untied for this so Jarrod and Mark “fed” us. We caught a look from the waiter who seemed satisfied with Jarrod’s explanation, “They lost a bet.” We lingered over our coffee for a while before heading down to the beach sitting on one of the sun lounges checking out the scenery. After A while we were moved on by the sun lounge “guardian” who pointed out we had to pay to use the lounges. We headed back along the beach for another slow walk and I was again amazed at the lack of attention given to Dylan and me having our hands tied behind our backs. We even passed a couple of cops walking the other way exchanging “Kalimeras”

Another slow lap of the beach took us up to lunch time and we found another cafĂ©. We each ordered a Gyros and a Coke. Once again, Dylan’s and my hands remained tied with Jarrod and Mark helping us with our food and beers. A gyros actually lends itself to being eaten without the use of your hands. Fortunately we were served our Cokes in cans with straws. This time we didn’t get any comments or looks.

After lunch we headed back to the car or the trip back to the villa. I was busting for a leak one getting back but my hands remained firmly tied behind my back and I had to let Mark help me with my ablutions. He led me back to the living room where Dylan was already sitting on a chair with Jarrod tying him to the chair. Mark helped me onto the chair next to Dylan and tied me to that chair. Ropes were tied around my chest, waist and thighs. My ankles were pulled back and tied off to the back legs of the chair. Once Jarrod and Mark were satisfied we were firmly tied, we were gagged with huge leather plug gags.

Jarrod and Mark left us to struggle against our ropes and mmmppphhh into our gags. While I knew I was helplessly tied, I still tried to escape from the ropes and Dylan looked like he was doing the same. Of course confirming that I was helpless was just making me horny as was looking over at an equally helpless Dylan struggling and mmmppphing.

The boys left us for about an hour before removing our gags and untying us from the chairs but leaving our hands tied behind our backs. It was coffee time and we headed out onto the patio for coffee and cakes. Those boys sure enjoyed their food! When we’d finished our coffee, Jarrod and Mark took us down to the prison cell, sitting us with our backs to the bars on opposite ends of the cell. Our hands were tied to the bars and further ropes were tied loosely around our necks, tying them to the bars. More rope was tied around our thighs and ankles. We weren’t gagged but we were warned to keep the noise down or we would be. It was my first time alone with Dylan and I learned about his friendship with Jarrod and Mark. They met at university. He and Jarrod became an item. Mark sometimes played the third, sometimes he was independent. Jarrod was always top. Dylan was bottom to Jarrod, however, when Mark was around things sometime switched. Sometimes Jarrod would tie them both up; on other occasions Jarrrod and Mark would “gang up” on him, on others he and Jarrod would “gang up” on Mark.

Jarrod and Mark came down to release us and suggested that we head into town for dinner. We weren’t too far from the centre of Fira and we found a lovely seafood restaurant with a view over the caldera.

After dinner we headed for the villa when we noticed a couple of cops walking towards us and realized they were the same two cops we’d seen earlier in Kamari. They stopped and introduced themselves as Dimitri and Stefanos. “I see you’ve untied your friends.” (So much for no one noticing that Dylan and I had our hands tied!) They were stunning lookers, black hair, brown eyes and they filled their navy blue uniforms beautifully. We chatted with them for a while and took photos with them. Dylan then asked, “Hey can I try your handcuffs on?”

Dimitri replied, “Look we can’t do that in public.”

To which Dylan replied, “Why don’t you just arrest me?”

Dylan persisted with this line of conversation and I noticed Stefanos speaking into his radio. Dimitri eventually took his handcuffs out; they were chain style cuffs. He told Dylan to put his camera down and hands behind his back. He cuffed his hands behind his back, palms facing out.

I then joined the conversation, “Come on Dimitri, he’s just having a joke. Uncuff him we’ll be quietly on our way.”

Stefanos took his handcuffs out and gave me a “don’t mess with me look” and told me to put my camera down and put my hands behind my back. I complied and my hands were cuffed behind my back, palms out. The cuffs were firm, although not uncomfortable. Being cuffed palms out definitely restricted my movements. While being cuffed by the cute Stefanos was a huge turn on, I was also wondering whether it was such a good idea to get arrested in a southern European country.

Just as cuffs locked shut on my wrists a police van pulled up and two more drop dead gorgeous cops got out. They told Jarrod and Mark to put their cameras down and put their hands behind their backs. Jarrod started to protest but quickly shut up and complied when one of the cops fingered his taser. While this was going on, Dimitri and Stefanos picked up Dylan’s and my cameras and led us to the van. They opened the back doors and ushered us inside sitting us on a bench along the side. A couple of minutes later, Jarrod and Mark, also handcuffed behind their backs sat on the bench on the opposite side of the van. Dimitri and Stefanos sat at the end of the benches next to the doors and we set off for the police station, which we reached a few minutes later.

We were led inside and told to sit on a bench in the foyer. The duty officer, who wasn’t much older than the cops who had “arrested” us came over and said, “So you are the English tourists who have been disturbing the peace. You will soon see what happens when you disturb my island.”

“Hey, I’m Australian!” I protested.

He pointed at me and said “Keep that one quiet!” He added.

Dimitri and Stefanos took an arm each and led me to the cells at the back of the police station, with Dimitri picking up a roll of duct tape along the way. I was taken into a cell which was a bare white painted stone room with some mattresses on the floor. They pushed me against a wall and wrapped the duct tape around my head a couple of times gagging me. Stefanos then picked up a white canvas object from the floor which I realized was a strait jacket.

“There are two ways we can do this, the easy way or the hard way.”

They unlocked my handcuffs and told me to remove my leather jacket. For some reason I decided to make a run for it. That lasted all of nanoseconds and I found myself face down on the floor. My leather jacket was removed and I was quickly strapped into the strait jacket. For good measure they wrapped duct tape around my ankles and thighs completely immobilizing me. The walked out to the cell, locking the door behind them. I struggled against my bonds and mmmppphhhed into my gag reflecting on the events of the evening. My first time handcuffed by a cop and my first time involuntarily in a strait jacket. I suppose I should have been scared but it was all rather exciting.

I was there for a few minutes when the cell door opened and a straitjacketed and gagged Mark was led in by the other two cops. They also taped his ankles and thighs. The performance was repeated two more times with Dylan and Jarrod also being led into the cell straitjacketed and gagged. They also had their ankles and thighs taped. Mark and I settled on a mattress on one side of the cell Jarrod and Dylan on a mattress on the other side. Conversation and kissing were both impossible so we ended up snuggling up against each other. After a short time, the light in the cell was turned off. We eventually drifted off to sleep.