Will was one of several guys I met on my
trip. He was a fellow motorcyclist and
invited me to stay if I was passing through Denver.
I had arrived that evening; we had dinner
and talked about my journey and motorcycling in general. It was getting late and Will set me up on the
sofa bed in the living room.
I heard Will’s alarm go off the next
morning and went to roll over in bed only to find I couldn’t move. I was tied to the bed in a spreadeagle
position. I was also wearing my bike
leathers – I was sure I’d got undressed before heading to bed last night. Ropes
had been tied around each wrist and each ankle and were tied off to the bed
frame. He had done a good job as the
ropes had been tied in such a way that even if I could have got at the knots
both ends of the rope had been tied off so I couldn’t have undone the
knots. I struggled hard at the ropes but
I wasn’t escaping until Will untied me. I
tried to call out but realised my head was encased in a leather hood, which had
a plug style gag attached muffling my cries – at least he hadn’t blindfolded
me. As I struggled, I wondered how he
had managed to tie me, hood me and gag me without me waking up!
After struggling for a few minutes, Will
walked into the living room. He was
wearing tight leather jeans with a studded belt, harness boots but no top. He had a great body, all, slim and with great
muscle definition – it was obvious he worked out. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes. “I see you’re awake, you are such a great
sight, I kept thinking last night how great it would be to see you bound and
gagged.” He then returned to the bedroom
emerging a few minutes later in a white t-shirt and black leather Brando jacket,
carrying a black crash helmet. He put
the helmet down and snapped a blindfold onto the leather hood.
“I have to go to work now, don’t go
away.” As I heard the front door open
and close I tried again to yell out but the gag reduced my cried to faint
“mmphs.” I struggled again helplessly
against my bonds. Much as I was turned
on by my current predicament, my mind began racing. Just how long did Will intend to keep me
here? What was he going to do to me?
I had no idea of the passing of time, the
hood blocked out all light and there were no obvious sounds. The gag muffled my cries and there was no way
I could escape from the ropes Will had tied.
I dozed off a few times waking up with a start as I’d jerk on the ropes
securing me to the bed. I was feeling as horny as hell in my predicament; I had
a massive hardon and was aching to cum.
I heard the door open and the next thing I
felt the blindfold removed from the hood – Will was back, still in full black
leather. He walked to the kitchen,
coming back with a water bottle. “I’m
going to remove your gag so you can drink – if try to say anything, the gag
goes straight back in. Do you
understand?” I nodded and the gag was
removed. The water was very
welcome. When I had finished drinking,
before I had a chance to say anything the gag went back in. “I have a date tonight, be good.” He picked up his helmet and walked out – this
time I wasn’t blindfolded.
Much as I was turned on by being tied and
gagged, having been restrained all day, I really wanted to be released and a
new wave of panic washed over me. I
tried to cry out again through my gag and struggled against my ropes. My cock
remained rock hard. The thought went through my mind, “It’s not true bondage
until you want to be released but can’t get free.”
It didn’t seem all that long until I heard
the door opening and Will reappeared with another leather clad biker. He was the same height and build as Will with
black hair and brown eyes. Will noted my
hard cock and commented; “it looks like he’s enjoying being tied up there,
maybe we can leave him a while longer.”
I tried calling out but the only thing that
came out of my mouth was “Mmmph”
The other biker commented; “He looks like
he’s in need of release, I think we should do him a favour before we head out.”
I nodded and mmphed into my gag. He started
to stroke my cock while Will worked on my tits. He would jerk me to the edge of
orgasm, then stop. I was aching for
release. He and Brian would swap over then they’d go through the whole edging
exercise again. Finally I shot a huge load which hit me on the chin.
Will introduced me; the other biker was his
boyfriend Brian. They removed the gag and hood and untied me. I received a huge
kiss from both. I got cleaned up and we headed out. Brian suggested I pillion
with him to save me getting lost following them.
We headed to a bar with a number of
motorcycles parked out front and I saw a few guys clad in full leather walk in.
Will produced a black leather collar which he buckled around my neck and locked
with a padlock. I was told it was for my own protection. Before I knew what was
happening, Brian had handcuffed my hands behind my back and Will had clipped a
leash onto my collar.
“Hey guys, I’m not going in there like this
MMPPHH”
Brian had stuffed a plug gag into my mouth
and buckled it tightly behind my head. “Our pup needs muzzling.” He said
“I’m sure you’d like dinner and a drink.”
said Will, “We’ll take your gag off when we get in but misbehave and it stays
in all night. Understand?”
I nodded in agreement and allowed Will to
lead me into the bar. It was an amazing sight. It was full of guys clad
entirely in black leather. They ranged from young athletic guys to solidly
built bear type guys. There were a number of guys being led around on leashes.
Some, like me, had their hands cuffed or tied behind their backs. Some where
wearing puppy masks, some were on all fours with theirs hands enclosed in
leather mitts.
We
headed to a table next to a pillar and sat down. Will took a chain that was
attached to the pillar and padlocked it to my collar. He and Brian headed for
the bar. “Be a good pup, we’ll go and organise some drinks and food.” When they
left, I gave the chain attaching me to the pillar a tug but I wasn’t going
anywhere so I sat back and admired the view. A number of guys came past a
stroked my head with comments such as “What a fine pup you are” and “I hope
your masters are looking after you.”
Will and Brian arrived back carrying three
bottles of beer and a basket of buffalo wings. Will removed my gag and held a
bottle of beer up. “Thirsty?”
“Yes”, I replied. “Can you take my
handcuffs off so I can drink it?”
“Pups don’t have use of hands, either you
let us feed you or the gag goes back in.”
“OK, I’ll be a good pup”
Will held the beer up for me to drink and
Brian fed me buffalo wings. I suppose it should have been humiliating but I was
actually enjoying being chained up in public being feed by two hot leather
guys. When we finished eating, Will and Brian headed back to the bar for
further rounds of drinks. They brought me more beers but I noted they had
changed to water as they needed to ride afterwards.
After a few beers I was in desperate need
of a bathroom break. I asked to be released to use the bathroom but was
rewarded by being gagged again. Brian unlocked my collar from the chain,
replacing it with the leash. He led me to the bathroom and up to the urinal. He
unzipped my leather pants taking my very hard cock out, aiming it at the
urinal. It wasn’t easy to pee like this but eventually I let a huge stream of
piss go. I noted that the urinal covered an entire wall, obviously to cope with
situations like this.
I was led back to the table and the chain
locked to my collar again. Will and Brian left me for some time to go and talk
to some friends, I again admired the scenery.
They came back and Will said, “OK pup, we
need to go, we both have work in the morning.” He unlocked me from the chain
and clipped the leash back on my collar and led me back to the bikes. Back at
the bikes he blindfolded me with a leather blindfold and pulled my helmet on,
making sure the blindfold stayed in place. I MMPPHHED into my gag to which he
replied. “Brian will help you onto my bike. I won’t go fast, just hold on
tight.”
I felt Brian guide me onto the pillion seat
of Will’s bike. He guided my (still) cuffed hands to the grab bar at the back
of the seat. I dug my knees into Will’s thighs and we headed off. It was rather
disconcerting being blindfolded and handcuffed on the back of a motorcycle but
it was exciting at the same time not knowing where I was going. Will rode very
smoothly so I never felt in danger. After some time I felt us slow down and go
down a ramp (into a carpark?) I felt the bike stop then I was helped off the
bike. I felt the leash being clipped back on my collar and I was led away. We
entered an elevator and I felt us going up. The elevator doors opened and I was
led out. I heard a door open then close behind me. We stopped and my blindfold
and gag were removed and the handcuffs were removed.
“Welcome to my home” said Brian. We were in
a fairly small apartment. I couldn’t tell where we were because the curtains
were drawn. “We’re staying here tonight. If you need to use the bathroom, it’s
over there” I headed in the direction Brian pointed.
When I returned, I noticed a pile of rope
on the sofa. Brian spoke.
“Will and I would like some privacy so
we’re tying you up for the night. Either cooperate and we’ll make sure you’re
comfortable or we’ll force you and you sure won’t be. Which will it be?”
“I’ll go quietly.” I replied crossing my
wrists behind my back. Brian and Will proceed to tie my wrists tightly behind
my back. They added more rope around my thighs and ankles and added further
rope all over my body ensuring I was firmly tied up. They pulled a black
leather hood over my head; it had no eye or mouth openings, only a couple of
holes in the nose for me to breathe. They laid me on the sofa making sure my
head was supported with a pillow.
“Pleasant dreams” they said. I heard the bedroom
door close.
I struggled against my ropes. I knew I was
helplessly tied but I love to struggle to make certain I can’t escape as it
makes me incredibly horny. I eventually drifted off to sleep. I dreamt that
Will and Brian had decided to keep me captive as their pup and that they were
going to keep me permanently tied up and chained up in a basement.
I woke up to the sounds of movement around
the apartment. Someone had unzipped my leather pants and had taken my very hard
cock out. I felt a warm mouth start to suck me off. Every now and then I would
feel a different mouth take its place. They kept me on the edge of orgasm
before finally letting me blow a huge load.
My hood was removed and I saw the smiling
faces of Brian and Will in full leather. “OK pup, let’s get you untied.”
They untied me and we had breakfast. Will
and Brian needed to head to work and suggested that I probably wanted to play
tourist after having spent the previous day tied up. I hadn’t noticed when we
left Will’s last night that he’d grabbed my daypack with my camera, guidebook
and map and taken it to Brian’s place. Will gave me a set of keys to his
apartment and said they’d meet me back there that night.
We headed out, Will and Brian headed to the
carpark to get their bikes and I headed to the light rail station, which was a
short walk from Brian’s apartment. It was only as I walked out of the building
that it occurred to me that I was still in full leather and had a leather pup
collar locked around my neck.
I will always have fond memories for Denver.
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