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.
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