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.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Greek Islands Odyssey Part 2

I woke up feeling Mark’s leather clad body against mine. As I moved in bed, I felt the tug of the chain locked to the leather cuff around my ankle. Mark stirred, then he hugged me. “Good morning leather man.”

He unlocked the chain and cuff, we stripped off and headed for the shower. It was wonderful sharing the shower with the very cute Mark. We got dressed in full leather again. Mark reached into the drawer of the bedside table producing a pair of Hiatt Darby leg irons, which he locked around my ankles. I wasn’t about to protest about being locked up again by Mark. The feel of the leg irons was great, there as just enough weight so you couldn’t forget you were wearing them, the chain was just long enough to allow you to walk normally and there was the clank of the chain itself. We headed to the patio to join Jarrod and Dylan, also in full leather, for breakfast.

After breakfast we headed back into the living room where I noticed several coils of rope on one of the sofas. Before I know what was going on, the boys had me face down on the floor. Mark and Dylan held me down while Jarrod tied me up, not that I would have put up much of a struggle anyway! He crossed my wrists behind my back and lashed them together. My leg irons were removed and my ankles crossed and tied. A rope was tied between my wrists and ankles hogtying me. I was gagged with a leather plug gag that filled my mouth. It was tightly buckled behind my head and the most I could get out was a “mmmppphhh.”

“James, we need to run a few errands, don’t go anywhere.”

I struggled against my ropes. A hogtie is my favourite bondage position and having my wrists and ankles crossed intensified the experience as you end up with very little movement and I found it was almost impossible to roll onto my side, so I remained on my stomach. I tested my ropes, while I didn’t want to escape; I wanted to make sure I was securely tied. No matter how hard I tried, there was no way I was escaping! Being helplessly hogtied and gagged wearing full leather was also making me really horny! The boys were gone a couple of hours and I alternated between struggling against my ropes, relaxing and drifting off to sleep.

The boys returned a couple of hours later. They ignored me when they came in. I tried calling out through my gag and struggled against my ropes but they carried on as if I wasn’t there. Eventually Mark came over to me. “Do you want me to untie you?”

I mmmppphhed into my gag.

“Sorry I can’t understand you.”

I continued to mmmppphh and struggle. Mark then reached underneath me to my crotch rubbing my hard cock.

“I think someone needs release.”

I mmmppphhhed and nodded.

He rubbed my crotch through my leather jeans and I moaned in ecstasy. He built me to the edge of cumming but didn’t let me shoot. He rolled me onto my back and unbuttoned my fly pulling my hard cock out. I was dying for release! He edged me several times before letting me shoot a huge load – luckily he had a towel handy. He removed my gag and untied me and we headed back to his bedroom to clean up. My bags were sitting beside his bed.

“James, I hope you don’t mind, we took the liberty of checking you out of your hotel. You won’t need your room for the rest of the week.”

“Fine with me but I didn’t tell you where I was staying.”

“The friend who owns this house has contacts, it wasn’t hard.”

We swapped our leather jeans for denim and we headed out to the patio to join Jarrod and Dylan for coffee and some very evil pastries they’d picked up the local bakery.

After coffee we headed off for a photography expedition around Santorini. It was handy having the car; while Santorini has a good bus system, the car meant we could head where we wanted and stop where without having to wait for a bus. As I mentioned before it was the most visually stunning of the islands I had visited and I made short work of a memory card. We stopped for lunch at a lovely seaside restaurant before resuming photography. We headed back to the villa mid afternoon, changing back into leather jeans.

“Time to show you some of the other features of the Villa” said Mark.

He led me downstairs to a large room. One was covered in restraints. There were handcuffs, leg cuffs, collars, gags, hoods, blindfolds and ropes among other things. A veritable bondage “Aladdins cave”. To one side of the room was a jail cell. Beside that was another door which Mark opened to reveal a padded cell. I was almost overwhelmed by it all.

Mark picked up a leather straitjacket hanging on the wall. “Why don’t you give this a try?” I removed my leather jacket and t-shirt and held my arms out. Mark slid the jacket on me and proceeded to buckle up the straps at the bag. The strait jacket fitted perfectly, nice and tight. I felt the jacket encase my body and quickly realized that with the back straps done up, there was no escaping. He fastened the crotch straps then threaded the sleeves trough the loop at the front of the jacket and buckled them tightly behind me. With all of the straps done up I had very little movement and could feel my cock harden in my leather jeans. I struggled against the jacket but it held me firm. Mark grabbed me in a hug and gave me a huge kiss. He pulled away.

“Not finished yet.” He took a black head harness muzzle from the wall and buckled it on me. It clamped my jaws shut. He then took some padlocks and locked them onto the straps on the back of the jacket. I wasn’t sure why he did this as I was in no position to undo the straps. He took hold of the straps at the back of the jacket and propelled me over the padded cell. He pushed me inside and I fell over on the padded floor. He followed me into the padded cell buckling leather straps around my ankles and thighs, which he also locked with padlocks. He then left the cell and shut the door on me. I rolled around on the floor of the padded cell. This was amazing. Being in a straitjacket in a padded cell was another fantasy of mine. I managed to work myself into a sitting position, which wasn’t easy. I struggled against my straitjacket and mmphhed into my gag to confirm that I was helpless. I sat for a while and rolled around the floor for a while.

Some time later the door opened and Jarrod and Dylan carried Mark into the cell. He was restrained the same way as me in a leather strait jacket with a leather head harness muzzle and leather straps buckled around his thighs and ankles. Mark worked his way over to me – I was dying to kiss him but the head harnesses mad that impossible. We snuggled up next to each other both of us struggling against our straitjackets.

We were left like that for maybe an hour before the door opened and Jarrod and Dylan walked in. They removed our gags and left us in the cell. As soon as they shit the door we leaned in together and started kissing. I was as horny as hell, straitjacketed and locked in a padded cell with Mark. I later realized why our straitjackets had been locked on, it eliminated the possibility of our using our teeth to undo the straps on each other’s straitjackets. I had a wonderful afternoon with Mark in the padded cell.

Eventually we were disturbed by Jarrod and Dylan entering the padded cell. “OK you two love birds. Dinner’s on soon.” They undid the straps around our thighs and ankles and helped us to our feet leading us out of the cell. They removed our straitjackets and Mark and I headed for his bedroom. We had a shower before changing back into our leathers and joining Jarrod and Dylan in the dining room. The boys had been busy cooking while Mark and I where in the padded cell.

We had a lovely dinner and dessert. We then adjourned to the patio for coffee, grappa and more great conversation.

“Time for bed.” Mark announced. He produced a pair of handcuffs which he used to cuff my hands behind my back. He took me down to the dungeon, leading me to the jail cell. There was a leather sleepsack laid out of the bed in the cell. He unlocked my handcuffs and told me to strip. “You’ll be quite warm enough in the sleepsack.” I worked my way into the sleepsack finding the sleeves for my arms at the sides. It was my first time in a sleepsack and the feeling of working my way into the tight leather was amazing. Mark then zipped the sack up. It felt really tight and I struggled to confirm that I was helpless. There were extra sliders on the zip and Mark adjusted them so he could get at my (very hard) cock.

While the sleepsack felt very tight, Mark tightened it further by lacing it up across the zip. If that wasn’t enough, he then buckled up a number of straps along its length. He then pulled a leather hood over my head lacing it up tightly. He added a snap on blindfold blocking out the light. There was still an opening for my mouth. Next he threaded ropes through d-rings along the sides of the sleepsack anchoring me to the bed. By the time he was done I could barely move. H stroked my cock a few times but then closed the zip. “We’ll save that for later.” He kissed me then snapped a cover over the hood’s mouth opening. “Sweet dreams.” I heard the jail cell’s door close.

I struggled against the sleepsack but it held me firm and was making me incredibly horny. Being tightly strapped into the sleepsack tied down to the bed was a rather “Zen” experience. It was relaxing and arousing at the same time. I eventually drifted off to sleep.