The Great American Road Trip – Part 27 San Francisco – the journey concludes

San Francisco was the last stop on my journey. My motorcycle was on a ship heading back to Australia. I had a few days left before heading home myself and had found a fabulous B&B to stay at in the Castro. I also found some beautiful second hand leathers at a shop along Castro Street; a padded black leather jacket, leather jeans and harness boots which I wore everywhere I went getting some great looks.

Late one morning I caught the streetcar down Market Street. After I sat down I noticed a fabulous looking guy get on the streetcar. He was around 6 foot, slim, blonde buzz cut hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in full black leather, a Schott Perfecto jacket, leather jeans and harness boots. What I couldn’t miss was the pair of handcuffs locked around the left epaulette of his leather jacket. Our eyes met and he came and set next to me; he was to my right so the handcuffs were right next to me.

“Hey, those are great leathers.” He said

“Yours are pretty awesome too!”

“I’m Cameron, by the way, is that an Australian accent I hear?”

I was impressed as very few Americans pick me as Australian; I usually get asked if I’m English. Cameron and I started talking about my trip and about San Francisco. I kept looking at his handcuffs and finally asked, “Are those real handcuffs?”

“They sure are!” Cameron then unclipped the epaulette removing the handcuffs. He clicked the arms through the cuffs a couple of times to demonstrate, then he suddenly grabbed my right wrist and locked one cuff on it locking the other cuff on his left wrist. It took a few moments for me to realise that I was now handcuffed to Cameron. I jerked the cuff a couple of time and Cameron commented “It’s not coming of without the key.”

We talked a bit longer and noticed that I’d gone completely hard, dressed in full leather handcuffed to the gorgeous Cameron, also dressed in full leather. As we approached the Civic Center Cameron said. “James, I’ve got to go to work; oh and I don’t have a key to these cuffs.” He stood up and I had no choice but to follow him, not that minded one bit.

We got off the streetcar and headed down 8^th Street. We certainly did pick up some looks! We walked a few blocks and stopped outside Mr S. “This is where I work.” I knew about Mr S and had planned to visit that day, I hadn’t expected to arrive in this manner!

Cameron was let into the store by one of his colleagues. “I see you’ve been picking up stray puppies again.”

“Patrick, he just followed me here, can I keep him?”

Wow, walking into Mr S was like walking into an Aladdin’s cave! Cameron took me for a tour of the store; I was still handcuffed to him. There was leather and latex clothing, hoods, gags, blindfolds and every manner of restraint under the sun. Cameron then led me over to a metal 4 poster bondage bed which occupied a fair bit of one room of the store. Patrick came over “We need to get you to work, let’s get this cuff off. He unlocked the cuff from Cameron’s wrist and in one fluid motion had me backed up against one of the bed posts and had my left wrist locked behind my back so I was now locked to the bed post. I rattled the cuffs against the bed post and I think the smile on my face gave me away. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself; Cameron, I think James would like a demonstration of some of our products.”

Cameron and Patrick headed to another part of the store and I took in my surroundings, thinking of all things I’d like to try out – possibly one of everything!

They reappeared with a small bundle of items. First was a leather blindfold, then a ball gag. They then tightly tied me with rope to the bed post, the pressure of rope over my body was awesome.

I heard Cameron’s voice, “We’ll need to leave you here for a while, while we get the store open.” I struggled against my ropes and mmmppphhhed into my gag. I felt my hard cock being rubbed through my leather jeans. I was there for some time and I could hear customers in the store. There were comments made about me and my crotch was rubbed a number of times.

After I’d been tied to the bed post for some time my blindfold was removed and I Cameron was there holding a leather strait jacket. “Would you like to try this next?”

I nodded.

Cameron untied me from the pole. I removed my leather jacket and he strapped me into the leather strait jacket. The leather was beautiful and I loved its tightness. I was still gagged. He led me to a bondage chair in another part of the store. He sat me down in the chair and proceeds to strap me tightly to the chair. I struggled against the straps to make sure I was helpless; I was. He removed my gag and laced a tight leather hood over my head. It had no eye openings, just nose and mouth, however, the mouth hole was soon filled by a plug style gag. I struggled a bit and mmppphhhed into my gag. Then I felt the zip of my leather jeans being undone and my rigid cock was pulled out. I felt a couple of bands being Velcroed around my cock. Soon after that a felt a tingling through my cock, which started to get more intense. I started struggling to try to get away the shocks that were going through my cock and I mmmppphhed into my gag but there was no escape. After the shocks had built up, they stopped and I relaxed. They started again. The cycle of shocks continued. On the one hand I wanted to get away from the electric shocks, on the other hand, they were making me as horny as hell.

It felt like I’d been in the bondage chair with my cock getting zapped for a couple of hours. I felt the power go off and the bands were removed from my cock. My hood and gag were removed and I saw Cameron standing there with my leather jacket and a set of irons. “Time for a break.” He unstrapped me from the bondage chair and removed the strait jacket. I put my leather jacket back on and he proceeded to lock me in the dungeon irons he was carrying. It consisted of an iron collar connected to wrist and ankle irons. They were nice and heavy and made a lovely clank as I walked. He clipped a chain leash to the iron collar and said “Let’s get some lunch, there’s a nice coffee shop around the corner.”

I was a bit taken back, “What like this?”

“It won’t be a problem, they know us well.”

So Cameron led me, clanking in my irons, to the coffee shop around the corner. I could see why it wasn’t an issue. It was decorated with a bondage theme and the staff and clientele were dressed mostly in leather. We sat in a booth on one side of the coffee shop and ordered lunch. I got a few favourable comments about the irons.

After lunch Cameron led me back to Mr S and told me he was going to introduce me to their “test facility” upstairs. I was led upstairs to a large room contain all manner of bondage devices and furniture. I was told to strip and put on a wet suit, which had a “convenient” opening for my cock and balls. Cameron then strapped a harness onto my body. There seemed to be a zillion straps from my shoulders down to my ankles. My wrists were strapped behind my back. He attached clips from a bar attached to a winch to the shoulder straps; this stopped me from falling over. He then blindfolded me with a leather blindfold and gagged me with a plug gag. I could hear the ratchet of the winch and felt myself get raised off the floor. I swayed gently. I struggled against the leather straps but these held me firmly. It was a funny feeling being restrained like this but it was relaxing at the same time. I had no idea if Cameron (or anyone else) was there. I drifted in and out of sleep. I was woken by someone stroking my cock and I was worked to the edge of orgasm but not allowed to cum. I was left again for some time and again I was edged. This cycle continued for a while.

Eventually I was lowered to the floor and the straps restraining me were removed. Fortunately there were two people helping me as I was somewhat unsteady on my feet. My blindfold and gag were left on and I was led across the room where I was helped onto a table where I was then strapped down with numerous straps. When my captors had finished I could barely move. I was in heaven! Again, I would be left for extended period then would be edged but not allowed to cum before be left again.

I must have been strapped to the table for a couple of hours before I was released. I changed back into my leathers and Cameron locked a set of Darby style combined hand and leg cuffs on me and I headed back to the store with him. I walked around for a while having another good look at various restraints thinking about what I’d like to take home and how I would get it past customs. It was getting close to closing time and he and Patrick suggested we head out for dinner. “Let’s get you in the strait jacket again.” suggested Patrick. They removed my shackles, I removed my leather jacket and I was once again strapped in the wonderful leather strait jacket.

Cameron clipped a leash onto a d-ring on the strait jacket’s collar and we headed to a nearby pizza place and again the staff and customers didn’t seem particularly perturbed by the fact one of their customers was strapped in a strait jacket and had to be fed. As we were finishing dinner, we were joined by a couple of Cameron and Patrick’s friends, Sean and Anton who were also dressed in full leather. We then headed to Chaps Bar, which was fairly quiet, being a weeknight but my entrance in the strait jacket certainty turned the heads of those in the bar. By now I’d lost any self consciousness at being in a strait jacket in public and was enjoying the restraint and the attention I was getting.

After a few drinks (and an assisted visit to the men’s room) Cameron suggested that we head back to the upstairs of Mr S and I found myself being led back there. The boys grabbed some heavy shackles which where locked on my ankles then a tight leather hood with no eyeholes was laced onto my head. A plug gag was pushed through the mouth opening of the hood and buckled tightly behind my neck. Two of the guys guided me to a padded floor and forced me to sit down. I felt a chain get locked to the d-ring on the collar of the strait jacket and I heard some other locks click shut. I then heard the sound of a door closing.

I started to struggle and realised my ankle shackles and the chain locked to my collar were locked to a fixture on the floor. After further struggling I came into contact with padded walls, a padded cell?  I tried to mmmppphhh into my gag but that achieved nothing. I struggled some more but realised I was helpless. Time passed but nothing happened. I struggled more against the strait jacket, the chains and the walls of the padded cell but nothing. I found the most comfortable position I could against the padded walls of the cell and dozed. I woke up with a start realising that I was still trapped. I found I could curl up on the floor although I would get woken up when I moved and found the limit of the chain.

I completely lost track of time. I would sleep then wake up still restrained. The restraint was making me really horny and I was aching for release.

However many hours later I heard the cell door open and felt the fly of my leather jeans being undone and my cock pulled out. I was jerked off to the brink of orgasm but not allowed to cum. This procedure was repeated a number of times before I finally shot a massive load and my body shook all over. My gag and hood were removed and I saw Cameron’s face. I could also see Patrick, Sean and Anton standing outside the padded cell. I’d been left overnight but I’d been monitored at all times. I was released from the strait jacket and chains and we headed out for breakfast.

Over my last few days in San Francisco I saw a lot of the city as well as seeing a lot of Mr S as well as Cameron, Patrick, Sean, Anton and the rest of the Mr S team.

My journey was over but what a journey it had been!

The Great American Road Trip – Part 26 Hangin’ around Tombstone Arizona

I continued to head west from Austin finding myself in Tombstone, Arizona. There was a cowboy gunfight show, which I decided to attend. The actors were drop dead gorgeous and were dressed in tight blue Wranglers, leather chaps, western shirts, leather vests and cowboy boots. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. One of the features to one side of the stage was a gallows complete with a noose. I wondered what it would be like to be standing on the gallows with my hands tied behind my back waiting for the trapdoor to open.

Part way through the show one of them said they needed a volunteer from the audience. He was carrying a coil of rope, the end of which was tied as a lasso. He ran up into the seating areas and before I know what was going on, the lasso had tightened around chest and I felt myself being pulled down to the stage.

It started off in the usual audience volunteer way. “What’s your name and where are you from?”

“James and I’m from Sydney Australia.”

There was a bit of banter about how far I had travelled and how I was dressed (full black motorcycle leathers.)

“We’ll get James ready for his part.”

Just as suddenly as I had arrived on stage, I was whisked off to a shed behind the stage by two of the cowboys. I was pushed to the floor and hogtied with my wrists and ankles crossed. I was gagged with a knotted bandanna and blindfolded with another bandanna.

“We’ll back for you for a later show.”

I struggled against my ropes and mmmppphhhed into my gag. These boys knew how to tie ropes and no matter how much I struggled, there was no way I was getting free. Being hogtied with your wrists and ankles crossed made it almost impossible to move. I was left struggling for what felt like a couple of hours.

I heard the shed door open and the sound of booted feet on the floor.

“Biker boy, it’s time to get you ready for the next show.”

I felt my leather jacket being unzipped and what felt like a harness was fastened around my chest and buckled up tightly. My jacket was then zipped up. My feet were untied but my hands were left tied behind my back. My blindfold was removed but I was still gagged. A loose noose was tied around my neck and I was led outside.

“OK biker boy, show time!”

I was led onto the stage.

“We caught this varmint red handed with all the stolen cattle.”

“By the look of how he’s dressed, I can see what’s happened to some of the cattle!”

There were some laughs from the audience.

“We’ll show this varmint what we do to rustlers, we hang em and we hang em high.”

I was led over to the gallows and up the steps. There was a growing bulge in my leather jeans at the thought of standing on the gallows with the noose around my neck. I was positioned over the trap door. The noose that had been used to lead me to the gallows was removed and the thick noose from the gallows was placed around my neck and cinched up. I also felt something clip onto the harness that was under my leather jacket. While I realised that the harness would stop the noose from strangling me I still imagined what it would be like to be standing on the gallows for real, waiting for the trap door to open.

“So varmint, any last words before you meet your maker.”

I mmmppphhed into my gag.

A black cloth hood was placed over my head plunging me into darkness, I also started to feel a bit dizzy. All of a sudden the trap door opened and I felt myself drop. I felt the harness stop my fall but at the same time I could feel the rough rope of the noose tighten around my neck. I tried to find the ground with my feet but there was nothing there. I felt the world go black.

I woke up; I was lying on a floor. I tried to move my hands but they were cuffed behind my back around a pole with what felt like Darby style handcuffs. Chains were locked around my ankles and thighs. I managed to get myself into a sitting position. I tried to call out but I was gagged with a knotted bandana. It looked like I was in the same shed I’d been taken to when I had been taken out of the audience. I struggled against the handcuffs and chains but I wasn’t going anywhere.

After some time the cowboys from the show came in.

“Well done biker boy, the audience loved you. I think we’ll keep you for our future shows.”

I mmmppphhhed into my gag and struggled against my handcuffs.

“There’s no point struggling, those cuffs have held stronger men than you.”

They turned to walk out and I continued to mmmppphhh into my gag, although being chained up and cuffed like this was making me as horny as hell.

“OK, just kidding.”

My captors returned to the room and removed my cuffs and chains followed by my gag. Each cowboy in turn gave me a huge kiss and hug.

The Great American Road Trip – Part 25 – Austin – The New Year’s Eve Party

I headed to Austin to spend Christmas and New Year with my cousin Luke. I’d previously visited Austin with Luke’s brother, David for Thanksgiving having a bondage adventure along the way. I wondered if anything else awaited in Austin.

I had a great Christmas with Luke and paid a visit to Dallas after Christmas returning to Austin for New Year. Luke and I had been invited to a New Year’s Eve party; the dress code was leather. Like his brother David, Luke had a good collection of leather clothing and loaned me some of his Langlitz leathers to save me wearing my bike leathers.

The leathered eye candy at the party was fantastic. Being the only Australia at the party I was a bit of a celebrity and I had a good opportunity to talk about the bondage adventures I’d had along the way. While the eye candy was impressive, the man who stopped me in my tracks was Aaron, who arrived shortly before midnight. He was 6 foot, athletic build, blonde haired and blue eyed. He was dressed in a leather NYPD uniform with Dehner patrol boots.

Midnight came and we toasted the New Year. Immediately after Aaron walked over to me and my first words were, “You can arrest me any time.”

Aaron lost no time removing his handcuffs from his belt and cuffing my hands behind my back, palms out. My cock grew hard as I felt the metal cuffs tighten on my wrists.

“You need to be taken into custody.” With that, Aaron took me by the arm and started to lead me out of the room. As I walked past Luke I just managed to get out, “Uh, I’ll see you later.” To which Luke replied “Go for it cous.”

Aaron led me to his car, opened the back door and half helped and half pushed me into the back seat, fastening my seatbelt. He picked up a black cloth hood which happened to be on the seat next to me and pulled it over my head. I then heard him get in the drivers seat and we headed off. I was exciting having been “arrested” by a leather cop and now being taken away by him.

We drove for what felt like about half an hour and I felt the car slow and turn into a garage. Aaron turned the engine off and I heard an electric garage door close. I hear the car door open. My seat belt was removed and Aaron helped me out of the car, although he didn’t remove my hood. He led into another room where he removed my hood. It was obviously his dungeon as there were all sorts of restraints around the place. He hugged me and we kissed – man he was a good kisser.

“Time to get you restrained for the night.” He pointed to a leather covered bed in one corner of the room which had a leather bag on it. “There’s your sleepsack for the night.”

I looked at the sleepsack, “I’ve always wanted to see what one of these was like.”

Aaron unlocked my handcuffs and told me to strip, pointing out that I’d be quite warm enough just in the leather sleepsack. I eased myself into the sleepsack finding the sleeves down the side for my arms. It was definitely going to be a tight fit! Once I was in, he zipped the sack up and I felt the leather tighten around my body. I note the zip was in a couple of part as Aaron was able to adjust the zip so he could gain access to my cock.

Next pulled a tight leather hood onto my head and laced it up tightly. The only holes were for my nose; the hood blocked out all light, muffled sound and effectively gagged me. After the hood, he laced the sack up so it was even tighter, finally he buckled up a number of straps around my body. The final touch was to tie the sack the bed frame. I had noticed a row of D rings along the sack and ropes had been tied between each of the D rings to the bed frame. The net result of all of this was that I was strapped tightly into a leather sleepsack which was tied to a bed frame which meant I was completely unable to move. This was probably the most thorough bondage I had ever been in and I was totally hard. I struggled against the sack but new I was helplessly trapped.

I felt Aaron put a pillow under my head and say “Sweet dreams.”

The feeling of helplessness in a sleepsack is truly incredible. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see and I couldn’t hear anything apart from the creak of leather. It was totally relaxing and I felt detached from the world. I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I was woken up by the feel of my cock being stroked. Restrained as I was, I was as horny as hell and aching to cum. I felt lube being applied to my cock and Aaron started to jerk me off, slowly at first working me up to orgasm and I shot a huge load. I struggled against the sleepsack but it and the ropes held me fast. I was a wonderful feeling and I longed to be released from the sleepsack, however, nothing happened. I started to struggle and mmmppphhhed into my hood but nothing happened.

I realised that Aaron wasn’t going to release me and I eventually relaxed and driftd in and out of sleep. Some time later Aaron again started to jerk me off and again he worked me up to orgasm. Again he left me.

He jerked me off for a third time – I was amazed I still had that much cum left in me. This time he removed my hood and lay on the bed next to me, kissing me.

He eventually released me from the sleepsack and I dressed back in my leathers. It was now after midday. We headed out for lunch where Luke joined us, noting my new year glow.

The Great American Road Trip – Part 24 Galveston - Careful what you photograph

Galveston Texas has a wonderful collection of Spanish Mission style buildings, one of which was the Post Office. 

When I walked in, I was stopped by two Federal Marshalls.

Marshall: “Did you just take a photograph of this building?”

Me: “Yes, I did.”

Marshall: “Why did you take a photograph?”

Me: “Because Galveston is full of wonderful Spanish Mission architecture and this building is one of those.”

Marshall: “It’s unlawful to photograph a federal building without permission.”

My next comments were probably the ones that got me into trouble. I’m an Australian and we often forget that US officials are carefully selected for their lack of a sense of humour.

Me: “So what do you do outside the Whitehouse?”

Marshall: “Show me your ID.”

I pulled out my passport, which the Marshalls studied carefully.

Marshall: “So you’re from Australia.”

Me: “We are on your side you know.”

As the exchange was taking place, I noticed the other Marshall take out his handcuffs. He then entered the conversation. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Me: “What’s going on?”

Marshal 2: “Put your hands behind your back, we are taking you into custody so we can check your camera.”

Me: “For heaven’s sake, lets not get excited about this; I’m just taking photographs of buildings. I’ll show you.”

I reached for my camera. As I was doing this, Marshall 1 started to reach for his gun. “Just put the camera down and put your hands behind your back”

I realised these guys weren’t kidding; I gently put my camera on the ground and put my hands behind my back. Marshall 2 step behind me and applied his handcuffs – they were chain style – so my hands were cuffed palms out. I started to get a hard on as I felt the metal on my wrists and hear the ratchet of the cuffs locking. They were applied firmly but not painfully. With my palms out I realised I was pretty effectively restrained. I’ll add at this point that both of the Marshalls were stunning lookers, Marshall was blonde with brown eyes and Marshall two blonde with blue eyes. Both looked like they had recently stepped out of the surf and had donned their uniforms.

Marshall 1 had picked up my camera and they look an arm each and led me down a corridor to a room. In the middle of the room was a chair with a number of leather straps hanging off it. They walked me over to the chair and sat me down. They started to do up the various straps on the chair anchoring me to the chair – actually I could barely move once they had finished. There was a definite bulge in the crotch of my motorcycle leathers. There were straps which crossed over my chest going from my shoulders to my hips. Straps held my waist and thighs firm with more straps just above my knees and my ankles.

Me: “Come on guys, what’s going on?”

Marshall 1: “I’d stay quiet if I was you.”

Marshall 2 had picked up a large roll of tape. He had pealed of a length which he cut off and then applied over my mouth very effectively gagging me. He added more tape for good measure. I tried struggling against the straps holding me to the chair but they held me firm. I mmmppphhed into my gag.

The Marshalls left the room with Marshall 2 commenting “We’ll be back when we’ve checked your camera. I struggled in the chair wondering what on earth was going on. I was in the United States, supposedly home of the free, not communist East Germany. At the same time, my predicament, being restrained by two drop dead gorgeous Federal Marshalls was making me as horny as hell.

I was left in the room secured to the chair and gagged for what felt like a couple of hours. The Marshalls returned; Marshall 1 was carrying a black jumpsuit and a pair of black boots. Marshall 2 was carrying a pile of chains. Both Marshalls put their items on the floor. Marshall 2 got his gun out.

Marshall 1: “I’m now going to release you from the chair. When I remove your handcuffs, you will strip then you put the jump suit and boots on. When you are finished you will stand to attention. Do you understand?”

I nodded. Guns make me very nervous. I had read too many stories about trigger happy cops shooting people and imagined a headline. “Australian Motorcycle Disappears in Texas.”

Marshall 1 undid the straps holding me to the chair and helped me stand up. He removed my handcuffs but didn’t remove my gag. As instructed I stripped out my leathers and put the jumpsuit and boots on. I then stood still noting that Marshall 2 still had his gun trained on me. Marshall 1 then started with the chains. He put leg cuffs around my ankles. There was a chain from the middle of the leg cuffs which my waist. He fastened a leather belt around my waist. The belt fastened over a hasp in the belt. He passed a chain from the belt through the hasp and he fed this chain through the chain from my leg cuffs. He then handcuffed me in front. He passed the handcuffs through the chain from the belt, which effectively locked the belt and the chain form the leg irons. Ah I recall these, a set of prisoner transport irons like I’d seen on Youtube.

Marshall 2 put his gun back in its holster and picked up a black cloth hood which he placed over my head, plunging me into darkness. Marshalls 1 and 2 took and arm each and led me away. I was led down a corridor then into a lift, which I assume went down. I was led away from the left and helped into a vehicle. I was strapped into a seat with some sort of harness seat belt. I heard the vehicle start and I was driven some distance. There were starts, stops and corners. Eventually the vehicle stopped and I was helped form the vehicle. I was led some distance before we stopped and I was helped to the floor on my stomach. An additional set of leg irons was put on my ankles and the originals removed. My handcuffs were removed but my hands were pulled behind my back and I was cuffed through the leg irons hog chaining me. The other parts of transport chains were removed. My hood was removed and I could see I was in some sort of cell. I was still gagged. My captors left me locking the cell door.

I struggled against the chains but I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

After another lengthy period I heard the cell door open and my captors returned. They rolled me onto my side and opened the fly of my jumpsuit pulling my still rigid cock of. I heard Marshall 1 say “I think our prisoner is turned on by this.” He started to stroke my cock. He and Marshall 2 took it in turns to stroke my cock steadily working me to the brink of orgasm. Eventually I shot an enormous load after which Marshall 2 removed my gag and have me a huge kiss.

My captors then released me and introduced themselves as Dylan and Zack. They were out surfing the previous evening where they’d seen me taking photographs. They saw me again at the post office when they’d hurriedly come up with their plan. We spent a wonderful evening together before I headed back on the road.

Postscript. While this, like all my other stories is a work of fiction, I did have run in with two Federal Marshalls at the Galveston Post Office after having photographed the building. It took place before 9/11 however, it all ended once the Marshalls had seen my passport. There actually was law passed after the Oklahoma City bombings that made it illegal to photograph a federal building without permission. Still it made good basis for a story.

The Great American Road Trip – Part 23 Pensacola – more men in uniform

As I was passing through Pensacola I saw a sign pointing to the National Naval Aviation Museum. This was next to the Naval Air Station.

I joined a tour of the Naval Air Station which was led by Navy pilot, Seth. He could have doubled for a recruiting poster, 6 foot, athletic build, black hair and brown eyes. He fitted his olive flying suit beautifully! We got talking before the tour about my motorcycle journey, Seth was also a biker. The tour was excellent and afterwards Seth asked if I’d like to join him at the officers’ mess for lunch. He assured me casual dress (including motorcycle leathers) was fine for lunch. I didn’t need to be asked twice by a cute navy boy!

We hopped in a Jeep and headed back to the Air Station. We stopped outside the barracks and Seth told me he needed to get something form his room before we headed to the mess. I followed him inside. As soon as I walked in the door I was pulled to the ground and a cloth hood was pulled over my head. There were a couple of guys involved but no one said anything. Once I was on the ground my captors got to work. My hands were pulled behind my back, wrists crossed and tied together. My ankles were crossed and brought up behind my back. They were tied together and tied to my wrists in a very effective hogtie. I was gagged with rope pulling the hood into my mouth. More ropes were added around my thighs and upper arms.  The rope gagging me was tied off to my hogtie and another rope was tied around my neck and tied off to the hogtie. There was something about navy boys and rope!

I was carried a short distance and put down on a carpeted floor. I heard a door close. Not a word was spoken. I started to struggle against my ropes but theses boys had done a magnificent job of tying me up. I could barely move and I realised that if I struggled too much, it would start to tighten the rope around my neck. I tried calling out but the rope gag did a good job of muffling my cries. The hood over my head cut off the light. My helpless state was also making me as horny as hell! Although I was helplessly tied, I continued to struggle against my bonds, although not too much to avoid choking.

I was left there for a couple of hours, although I had lost track of time being hooded and tied. I heard the door open and close. My rope gag was removed, the rope was removed from my neck and the hood was removed. I blinked at the light and looked straight into Seth’s eyes. He untied the hogtie so I could stretch out and kissed me. He hoped I wasn’t pissed at him for tying me up; I think the obvious bulge in my leather pants gave him the answer. I told him about the bondage adventures I’d had so far on my journey. I was in Seth’s barracks room.

Suddenly the door opened and Seth jumped to attention. Two of his fellow flyers walked in; however, they outranked him, which is why he leapt to attention. “What have you got here Ensign Jones? An unauthorised visitor? Hands behind your back!”

I was struck dumb by the sudden turn of events. The two officers who entered the room were identical build to Seth, one had white blond hair and blue eyes, the other a darker blond with blue eyes. One of them grabbed a roll of gaffer tape that was sitting on the desk and cut a long strip off which he gagged me with. The other picked one of the ropes Seth had untied from me and tied Seth’s hands behind his back. The ropes were untied from my ankles and legs and I was pulled to my feet. A rope was tied around Seth’s neck to form a leash, another rope was tied around my neck and tied to the rope around Seth’s neck. The hood that had been over my head was pulled over Seth’s head. One of the guys left the room for a moment and reappeared with another hood which was pulled over my head. I felt a tug on the rope around my neck as Seth was led away. I followed, feeling my way carefully with my feet. I tried flexing my jaws against the gag but it held firm.

We were led down a number of corridors with a few turns along the way. We stopped and my hands were untied but I was warned not to struggle. They were quickly retied in front of me. I was backed against a wall and my hands were tied above my head to something overhead. The rope around my neck was tied to something on the wall. Ropes were then tied around my ankles and thighs just above my knees. My hood was removed. We were in a gym. Seth was tied and gagged beside me the same way. I struggled against these ropes but again they held firm.

Our captors left us to struggle for a while before returning. They commented about the fact that we seemed to be enjoying ourselves and started rubbing our crotches. I was certainly feeling really horny helplessly tied and gagged next to a helplessly tied and gagged naval officer. Eventually the fly on my leather pants was undone and my cock pulled out. They also unzipped the bottom of Seth’s flight suit – I noted it had a two way zip which unzipped from both top and bottom. Seth’s cock was also pulled out and they proceeded to jerk us off. They brought us to the edge several times before we were allowed to shoot our loads and shoot we did!

Our captors untied us and introduced themselves as Dane and Lucas. They suggested I stay for dinner and we headed back to Seth’s room. They suggested I dress “appropriately” and got out a spare flight suit and boots from Seth’s closet. We would be going to a junior officers’ mess so there would be no possibility of anyone senior seeing me. The junior officers already knew of my existence. It was a wonderful feeling to wear Seth’s flying suit.

I had a most enjoyable dinner with Seth, Dane and Lucas. We headed back to Seth’s room where Dane and Lucas grabbed me and tied my hands in front of me. I was gagged again with tape. I was pushed on the bed and my hands were tied above my head to the bed head. A rope was tied around my ankles and tied off to the foot of the bed. They then grabbed Seth pushing him onto the bed facing of me. He was tied and gagged the same way as me. Ropes were then tied around our chests, waists and thighs tying us to each other. All we could do was look into each other’s eyes. Dane and Lucas then left us, turning out the light. I figured it was intended that we would spend the night like this.

We must have drifted off to sleep at some stage as the next thing I remember was being woken up by my gag being removed. It was Dane. He also unzipped the bottom of our flight suits pulling out our rigid cocks. “OK boys, you have an hour before Seth has to be up.” We spent the next hour kissing and rubbing our cocks against each other. We managed to shoot another load before Dane returned to untie us. We got showered. Seth changed into his uniform and I put my leathers back on. We had breakfast; no one commented about my still being there but we got some knowing looks.

Seth had to go to work and I had to continue my journey.

The Great American Road Trip – Part 22 Goin Crazy in Georgia

After Thanksgiving, David and I headed back to Washington and I resumed my motorcycle journey south.

I arrived in Savannah, Georgia and headed for the Youth Hostel. It was a spooky looking two story building, however, on arrival I found it had closed down. As I contemplated my accommodation options, two guys in leather jackets walked out the front door and introduced themselves as Ethan and Tyler. They were both around 6 foot and athletic build. Ethan had black hair and brown eyes; Tyler was blond with blue eyes. They had bought the youth hostel and converted it into a B&B, however, they didn’t get have their operating licence. We talked about my journey and they told me that while they couldn’t take paying guests, I could always stay over as a friend.

They helped me carry my gear inside and set me up in one of the rooms. The whole building had been beautifully renovated. It had started life as a private sanatorium where wealthy patients had been treated away from the state run mental asylums. Technically the patients hadn’t been committed but the effect was the same, they weren’t really there voluntarily. It was a choice of the sanatorium or the state asylum.

“We found some pretty amazing stuff in the basement when we started renovating,” said Ethan.

“Yeah, it had all been sealed off but it was all in amazing condition when we found it.” Tyler added.

“The sanatorium closed down about 30 years ago but someone had obviously been looking after it. Let’s go have a look.”

I followed Ethan and Tyler down the stairs. There was a wide corridor with a series of doors each side. Tyler spoke. “This was the dungeon are where patients were kept restrained. We found a couple of padded cells and regular cells and lots of restraints.”

Ethan added. “We did some research into the history of the place and there’s no record of there being a dungeon in the sanatorium, it was supposed to be something that was only done in the state asylums.”

He opened one of the doors; it led to a cell. There was a bed against one wall with about a zillion leather straps attached.

“But have a look across the corridor.” Tyler said. He opened the door; it was to a padded cell!

I walked into the padded cell. It was around the size of a bedroom, about 3 by 3 metres. It felt a bit strange walking on the padded floor and I felt the padded walls. “Imagine being locked in here.” I said.

Suddenly Ethan appeared in the cell, carrying what looked like a black leather jacket with a whole lot of straps hanging off it. “Why don’t you give it a go?” He said. He held the jacket up and I realised it was a straitjacket. My cock went hard at the thought but at the same time the logical part of my brain kicked in. I had only just met these guys who now wanted to strap me in a strait jacket in a padded cell.

“Ah thanks guys….I think I’ll give it a miss for now…” I replied.

All a sudden I was face down on the floor of the padded cell with Ethan and Tyler on top of me. They were both strong and I was no match for them. They soon had my leather jacket and shirt off and had my arms threaded into the straitjacket’s sleeves. I felt them buckled the straps up at the back of the jacket and in that moment I knew I was helpless. A bulge was forming in the crotch of my leather pants. They strapped my arms, strapped up the crotch strap then closed the door to the cell. I called out for them to let me go and struggled against the strait jacket. It felt really wonderful and I knew I wasn’t getting out of it until the boys let me go. I threw myself at the side of the padded cell but just bounced off. I kept my rage up for a while but soon tired and slumped back against the walls, defeated.

After I’d been there a short time the door opened and boys stepped into the cell. I started yelling for them to let me go. Tyler produced a leather harness which he and Ethan strapped over my head clamping my jaws shut and effectively gagging me. They then held my legs while they strapped another leather restraint on me. It consisted of leather ankle cuffs which where attached by a leather strap about a foot long, a hobble. Gagged and hobbled, the boys left the cell and locked the door. I tried calling out but was silenced by the gag. I struggled against the strait jacket and the hobble. The more I struggled, the hornier I got.

I lost track of time. I had mixed emotions. On the one hand being trussed up in a straitjacket was making me really horny, on the other hand I realised I was completely helpless being held captive by two guys I’d only met a couple of hours ago.

The door opened and Ethan and Tyler walked in. “You’re probably hungry, we’ve brought you some food. We’ll take you’re gag off but if you make a noise, it goes back on and you’re going hungry. Do you understand?”

I could smell hot roast beef which was making me really hungry. I nodded and my gag was removed. They held up a roast beef roll for me to eat. There were also French fries and a large cup of Coke. The food and drink felt good. After I finished eating and drinking the gag was replaced and I was again locked in the padded cell. After a while I could feel the Coke work its way to my bladder and I mmmppphhhed uselessly into my gag that I needed a toilet break.

Just as I felt on the brink of pissing myself the door opened and Ethan and Tyler came in. “OK we’re going to help you to the bathroom but the gag stays on.” They took and arm each and led me down the hall to the bathroom. My walking was hampered by the hobble. They undid the crotch straps of the straitjacket, pulled my leather pants down and seated me on the toilet. I was bursting and soon emptied my bladed. With my business finished, they pulled my pants back up, refastened the crotch straps and returned me to the padded cell.

“Sleep tight.” At that point they turned the light off in the cell plunging it into darkness. I struggled more against the straitjacket and mmmppphhhed into my gag which only succeeded in making me horny. I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I woke up with a start. I couldn’t move my arms and couldn’t call out for help. All of a sudden I realised where I was. Strapped in a straitjacket locked in a padded cell. The light had come on so I assumed it must be morning. I was feeling well rested. The door opened and Tyler and Ethan walked in. “Hope you slept well, breakfast time.” They undid the leg hobble and led me out of the padded cell. They took me into one of the other cells where there was a table and chairs and food on the table. They sat me down at one of the chairs and removed my gag and assisted me with breakfast which consisted of breakfast burritos, juice and coffee.

We talked about my night in the padded cell, which I had to admit I had thoroughly enjoyed. We then talked about my trip and my bondage adventures to date. I also mentioned that I was feeling really horny and was in need of release. “I think we can help with that” Ethan said strapping the muzzle back on. They led me to the cell they had showed me earlier that contained the bed with the leather straps. They lay me down on the bed and strapped me down tightly. The then placed a leather hood over my head. They undid the fly of my leather jeans releasing my rigid cock. Someone started stroking it gently but all of a sudden this stopped and I was left alone. I was aching for release and struggled against the strait jacket and s the straps holding me to the bed. Eventually the stroking started again and was worked up to the brink of climax. I was struggling like crazy against my bonds and mmmppphhhing into my gag. I was edged several times before finally being able to shoot a load.

I had expected to be released after shooting but I was left restrained. I struggled against my bonds and mmmppphhhed into my gag but I wasn’t going anywhere. The leather hood stopped me from knowing what was going on. Eventually someone started stroking my cock again and worked me up to orgasm again and I shot another load. Still I wasn’t released. They milked me another two times before eventually releasing me. I was exhausted but very happy.

The Great American Road Trip – Part 21 The Texas Highway Patrol – step out of the car…

I was staying with my cousin David in Washington DC. Thanksgiving was approaching and his brother Luke had invited us to visit his new home in Austin Texas. Luke had recently secured a lecturing role at University of Texas and was keen for David to see his new home. While my journey would eventually take me to Austin, it was an opportunity for a road trip with David.

David had a restored 1970’s Pontiac Trans Am in black identical to the one from “Smokey and the Bandit.” So I left my motorcycle at David’s place and we headed for Austin. It was three days’ drive and it was great to spend some time in a car after months riding my bike. The Trans Am seemed appropriate transport and attracted much attention. David also decided we should both wear full black leather to match the car and its black leather interior and had lent me some gear (bike leathers were a bit of overkill in a car); so we were both attired in black Schott Perfect leather jackets, black leather jeans and harness boots.

We stayed at budget motels and ate at traditional diners. We used a combination of Interstates and back roads and shared the driving. On crossing into Texas we decided to use back roads to get to Austin. We’d just finished lunch and were on the final leg to Austin. I was driving and I decided to open things up a bit. Suddenly I noticed flashing lights in the rear vision mirror. “Oh shit, a cop.” I said.

David replied, “Just stay calm, pull over and for heavens sake, DON’T get out of the car.” (I had told David about being pulled over by a cop back home – I got out of my car to deny the cop his advantage; his ability to look down on me. I was told that doing this in the US would probably have you shot.)

I pulled over and the cop pulled over behind us. As David advised, I put my hands on top of the steering wheel. I heard the PA of the cop car. “Driver and passenger; get out of the car slowly, keep your hands in the air and walk slowly to the back of the car.”

David and I opened the doors and did as the voice told us to. The next instruction came in a very excited voice; “ON THE GROUND, ON THE GROUND!!!” I got down. “FACE DOWN, SPEAD YOUR ARMS AND LEGS OUT!”

“What seems to be the problem officer?” I asked as I complied with the instruction. I received a gentle kick. “Just do as you’re told!” While this seemed a rather heavy handed way to deal with a speeding offence (OK I was well over the limit) I figured that this guy no doubt had his gun out and I’ve always been told never to argue with a loaded gun.

I received a pat down and saw David getting the same treatment. The officer standing over me cuffed my right wrist and pulled it behind my back then grabbed my left wrist and cuffed it. The cuffs were firm but not uncomfortable and I had been cuffed palms out. I was starting to get hard at being cuffed. The next move took me a bit surprise, after David and I were cuffed; leg irons were locked around my ankles. I had flashbacks to the time I was arrested in Wyoming when I’d spent a week in chains renegade sheriff’s jail.

The cops helped us to our feet – man these guys were cute! They were both wearing black leather jackets over khaki pants. Their eyes were hidden by mirrored aviator style sunglasses. They led us to the back of their patrol car and half helped/half pushed us into the back behind the security screen. The next moves also took me by surprise. Our handcuffs were padlocked to short chains coming out of the join between the seat back and cushion. Our leg irons were locked to rings welded to the floor of the car and seatbelts buckled holding us in place. The cops then produced black cloth hoods which they were about to pull over our heads. “Hey, what’s going on?” David yelled. From nowhere the cops produced black leather plug gags which were strapped into our mouths reducing our cries to mmmppphhh. The hoods were then pulled over our heads.

The car drove off at speed, I struggled against the cuffs and legirons and mmmppphhed into my gag. I could hear and feel David struggling. I was wondering what was going on, where we were being taken and what was going to happen to us. While our captors could have been anyone, I got the feeling we were in for an adventure not danger.

We would have driven for a couple of hours and I got the feeling we were now in traffic. The driver started to use the siren to get through the traffic. After a number of turns the car stopped. I heard the doors open and the seat belt was removed and my handcuffs and leg irons were unlocked from the car but left on me. I could feel a person either side of me lead me inside a building and down some stairs. I could hear the clank of David’s leg irons behind me. I was pushed to a sitting position on the floor and felt an iron collar locked around my neck. It was attached to the wall behind me by a chain. I could hear the sound of David beside me. We were left like that for some time. From time to time I would pull against my chains and would hear David do the same. I still had a huge hard on.

All of a sudden my hood was pulled off. I blinked for a moment in the light. In front of me was my cousin Luke, dressed in full black leather. Beside him were the two Highway Patrol officers.

“James, David, welcome to Austin. Happy Thanksgiving. Meet Texas Highway Patrol officers Kyle and Justin.”

Luke had set the whole thing up with the help of some friends in the Highway Patrol. Luke had suggested the route we follow in Texas so it hadn’t been hard to set up the ambush. My first Thanksgiving had been memorable!