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.
