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"Not as fit as you thought you were, buddy."

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Dreamt of being bound. And gagged. Woke up sudden and sweating. 5 o'clock up to start work. Still thinking what I dreamt and what it means. Cold-showered.

Outside the barn cock crows. Two of the guys, bare-chested, hanks of rope, pounce and have me tied.

"Looks nice in that tight shirt, don't he."

They gag me.

"We gonna show you off to the other boys fore we decide what to do with you."

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Not very experienced, I guess. Fun at first. Being sat down and tied. Struggled a while when he left. The ropes held and mumbling nose and throught sounds were all I could make.

Time. Gag so exciting. I had said "Yeah, gag me tight."

What'll he do when he comes back and finds me all sweat and my cock stiff as f...k? Moment of near fear.

More dumb nose sounds.

I hope he comes back soon.

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"What d'you mean "That's just for starters"?"

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"See you in an hour, soldier-boy. And by the way, muscles don't break ropes."

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"Just a couple of pics."

He paused. "You look so great just gagged. I just want that look of - of you being tight gagged. But your wrists and ankles - you slipped them on yourself.

But he was looking puzzled, quizzical. Rocking his head from side to side. Questioning himself?

About time, I thought, to slide my wrists clear of the zip ties. I paused a second, maybe because of his pursed lips, his slight frown. A second too long. He stepped up and leaned over me.

The zip ties round my wrists growled and tightened.

Funny that only then I knew I couldn't tell him what he already knew. A tight gag OK but only a gag.

I twisted my neck round and my head up to see his look again. I sort of grunted. I suppose I struggled.

"Oh God. Sorry. You look so great gagged. And tied. Phew. Look, sorry mate.."

He tugged the ends of the plastic ties.

"Wow, Steve. Tied with plastic."

I bucked and made stupid noises into the gag. The ties bit my wrists.

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Rain, sweat, snake slithering across a young guy's cock. A young cop, detective maybe, wants adventure. Takes risks. Wants to be lured into leather thongs by danger and a sexy girl. And a cold-blooded gangster tying each thong tight and introducing the young guy to a special gag and the realisation that his ankles, thighs, biceps and wrists are being tied inescapably. That the gangster's cold monotone disguises the desire and pleasure of controlling and torturing the young guy's body. A sort of love. Behind them is a ghoul who overpowered the young guy and giggles at the sight of the leather thongs tight against the young guy's muscles and the young guy stretched and spreadeagled and the young guy's realisation that he is bound tight, despite his gym body. And look, now the young guy is gagged too. Spread and tied and gagged tight, and his face and neck and shirt wet with sweat and fear..

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" OK, you're the same build as the target. Height, same. Facial look, not so different considering the delegates won't even meet till that evening.

We've spoken to the hotel manager, so you'll have a key. You'll be ready waiting."

"And if he puts up a fight?"

"That's what I employ for. But nothing extreme this time. Secured and silenced. That's all, and I mean "That's all"."

Carlos looked at the photo of the guy.

"Nice looking."

His employer shook his head tolerantly. Carlos had his preferences but did what he was told, more or less.

"OK, if you want a bit of fun with the guy, a few compromising photos could be useful to me. You know what I mean by "compromising"? After you've been to the first session, glad-handed the other idiots, I don't care what you do, so long as the maid finds him alive next morning."

Carlos shrugged.

Intruder picked to wrong house to break in to

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Carl Ramsden was always careful. He showed himself at his best on the website but, when he started to talk seriously to someone he looked out for any warning signs. If there was anything questionable he would contact a couple of the new contact's "friends" on the site. Is the guy weird? Could he take on a powerful guy? Does he stick to agreed limits? Carl had his limits.

They met. The guy was lanky and liked talking. He liked to dress up, he said. "Fun scary - you know. Just ropes and a gag. I'm good with ropes. Nothing you couldn't handle." The guy laughed. "Not with a physique like your's."

They even shook on it.

"I play in the basement," said the guy, as they had coffee. "I'll lead the way."

Carl followed him down the stairs. On the last ones he felt a bit unsteady. Unsteady and maybe blurry. He tried to focus on the guy unlocking the basement door.

When he awoke - dumb and dry-mouthed - he was already naked and expertly tied. His dry mouth wadded and taped. Wrists bound and hoisted. Biceps emphasised with rope. Legs spread and each of his thighs and ankles tied to a post.

He was staring confusedly at a long mirror which showed his body, dimly lit and neatly secured.

For a long time, it seemed, nothing. Then for a moment the door behind him opened and a figure moved towards him and stood under a brighter light in the ceiling.

Carl stared, struggled, tried to speak.

The guy placed his skeleton face on Carl's right shoulder. His voice was changed.

"Do you like me? Are you afraid of me."

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Jason smoothed the tape - over Doug's jaws and his eyes - once more. His finger nails found the exact points of nerve excitement.

" You see, I'm not a science major for nothing. I've a paper in embryo on physical transfer - Oh, poor boy, don't buck so. Carry on like that and you'll come before I get maximum transfer. Of pleasure, pain. Whatever."

"Uh, uh, UH !"

"You need a minute respite. Soles of the feet. One of the most sensitive areas. Transfer to...:

Totally incoherent sounds from young Doug. Maybe "Nuh! NUH!"

"To the shoulders. The cock. The tape channels and enhances the..... whooah, boy, whoah!"

Doug's shoulder muscles and lower back needed to scream. Mouth-sounds as close to screams as a tightly gagged lad can make. Sobs, throat-grunts and body-bucking - stifled crescendo. Massive grunt-sobs.

"F..k, too late. And I said, if you came before max transfer, you stay tied until....poor kid."

It's amazing how just one roll of duct tape can leave a boy so helpless. It's so simple and efficient 😈

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"Thanks. Thanks." Whoever it was paused.

"Sorry mate. Just want to heat you beg a little when I start with the hose - freezing to - very hot. And a tied-in wad will not get loose when it's soaked."

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Greg had never been tied up before. He had gone see the new bike of some bloke, who, Ed said l, was one of his best mates.

They tied Ed first. Tied him to a tree. Greg felt sort of uncertain in his stomach, sort of afriad. They stood looking at Greg smiling.

"Not me lads. And I.....I haven't got any money."

This time they laughed.

"Like your hat, though", said one of them. He grabbed Greg's arms. One of the other two began to tie Greg's wrists

"Over to the tree and join your mate." Greg bucked a bit, but he was not a fighter. He couldn't make out what might happen and , whatever it was, he didn't want it too.

"I thought you said they were your mates."

Ed, gagged tight, just grunted.

Then they gagged Greg.

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"Oh, angel face, please don't look so down. And so cross! Just smile at me, and tell me you're sorry for what you did."

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"Now old buddy, that's exactly 35 minutes. Which means I gave you an extra 5. And that gulping-breathing and you - now on your front, now on your back, now on your front - and not an inch of progress,' they're making me harder 'n I can bear. Told you my ropes'ld hold you."

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"Classic design", said the guy in the showroom. "Milan. Martinelli."

He paused. "Expensive? Yes, some people would say that."

David nodded. His mind was on the chrome and ebony frame. On the form soft leather. On Steve spread and tied. On how Steve loved being bound tight, spread, exposed, against expensive leather. On how leather made Steve sweat and squirm.

"Bound.... I mean bound to look cool. I got a new appartment."

The showroom guy smiled back at Dave. Something familiar about the smile.

"Bound..You bet. But I look at mine as an investment", said the guy. "And an investment that never fails."

"How..."

"Just 4000 bucks."

"I'll take it."

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There was something approaching fear in young Glenn's intern'eyes, in the momentary glances towards a face he cannot see. Something about something suppressed in his client's squeaky voice, the suprising tightness and neatness of the ropes and the care with which he taped and taped Glenn's stuffed mouth.

And that the client knew just what he was looking for. That the firm had been taking him for a ride, and Glenn had gone along with it for a laugh and "the experience".

And when he found what was in the file, he would not even want to control his squeaky voice and his suppressed pleasure in having Glenn gagged tight and available for his pleasure, his revenge.

Quiet tape gagging (Jason Green from Men in Bondage)