Technology Bondage · Part 2

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; Max ordered. "Then I want two pictures sent: one from the front, and one from the back."

I followed Max' demands, and the photos were soon on their way. "Pictures sent," I said.

"Quite an impressive view from the front," Max said, and gave a small laugh. "Grey, I do believe you are enjoying all this a bit too much." There was a long pause before Max spoke again. "Jake, tie Grey's feet together while he's standing there." I moved the chair that I had been tied to into a corner of the room, and knelt to tie Grey's feet.

No more instructions came forth, so I said, "Done." The silence continued as Grey and I just looked at each other.

Finally, Max spoke again in his low voice, but with a slightly sinister inflection, "Jake, pull Grey's underwear down to his ankles, and send me another picture from the front."

Grey's smile faded, and a grimace took its place as I moved behind him and jerked his underwear down his legs. I took the requested picture and sent it. Grey looked at me with a vague expression on his face as I looked at his impressive cock–with his hands tied behind him, there was no chance of hiding his enlarged manhood. We could both hear Max' chuckling and laughter coming from the cellphone. "Very nice," he finally said. "Jake, pull Grey's underwear back up and help him get down on the floor, face down. We need to be moving along."

I pulled Grey's underwear up as directed, and carefully maneuvered it over his enlarged cock. Grey caught his breath as I slowly rubbed the elastic band of his underwear up the full length of it. (I had to smile–and I do admit that I did it on purpose.) I took him by the arm and pulled back as Grey eased himself down to the floor and rolled into a face down position.

"Grey shoulders are too broad for you to tie his arms together like he did to you, Jake, so just tie a rope around his feet and hogtie them to his hands. But don't leave any slack in the hogtie at all. I want his fingers to be able to touch his heels when you are through. Then take a picture and send it to me."

I did everything that Max instructed, and enjoyed Grey's discomfort–made more evident by a few moans from him–as I knotted the hogtie rope. "Picture sent," I said when I was finished.

"Very nice," came the response from Max, and he repeated it a few more times. "Now add a gag just like he did to you. Then send me another picture."

"Picture sent," I said after following his orders, making sure the cloth gag was just as tight as the one Grey had put on me earlier.

There was a long pause interspersed occasionally by the quiet laughter of Max. I just sat down on a chair and enjoyed the sight of Grey, silenced and tightly hogtied on the floor in the middle of the room. I remained silent, and watched as Grey shifted at times or tested the ropes with an occasional struggle. I knew Max would tell me when it was time to set him free, and I will admit that I was enjoying this threesome bondage meeting.

About twenty minutes passed before I heard Max' voice again on the speaker. "Jake, is Grey still hogtied?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Good. Now roll him onto his side and tell me if that huge erection is still intact."

"It sure is!"

"Send me a pic!" I took a photo, thinking that revenge is indeed sweet! "Picture sent."

Max laughed, and I knew the picture had reached its destination. "Jake," he said. "Do exactly as I say. I know this may be out of your comfort zone, but do it anyway. Pull Grey's underwear down to his knees, then roll Grey back onto his stomach. Roll him back and forth from side to side, and–in the process–do anything you can to get him to struggle–tickle his feet, or dig your finger into his ribs, or whatever. You know where I'm going with this, so make it happen!!"

I began to follow Max' orders with all diligence (and a big smile). Grey initially shook his head back and forth, but was helpless to put up much resistance as I rolled him from side to side and attacked his body and feet with my probing fingers. He struggled and shouted into his gag and moaned almost constantly. I could hear Max' laughter coming from the speaker, and kept up my assault. The soft, thick rug Grey was laying on added to my efforts, and several minutes later, Grey threw his head back, closed his eyes, and attempted a loud shout into the gag. His struggling decreased considerably, and he lay with his forehead on the rug, breathing deeply.

A resounding cheer came from Max through the speaker, followed by a long burst of laughter. I retreated to the chair and watched as Grey continued to breath deeply through his nose, his back rising each time he took an intake of air into his lungs–his eyes still closed.

As Grey's breathing returned to normal, Max' voice (tinged with an obvious touch of mirth) came over the speaker. "Jake, you can untie Grey now."

Grey kept his eyes closed as I untied the hogtie rope and lowered his feet to the floor. I untied his ankles, then his hands. When his hands were free, Grey rolled onto his side and reached behind his head to untie the knot on his gag. His formerly enlarged cock was still big, but now limp. A large wet spot on the rug and the wet, matted hair surrounding Grey's cock and balls were sufficient evidence of what had taken place. Grey's eyes remained closed through it all–almost as though he was thinking that as long as he could not see anyone else, no one else could see him. But once the gag was removed and Grey had exercised his jaws for a short time, he opened his eyes then removed his underwear completely and slowly rose to his feet. He looked at me and pointed his finger toward the direction of the bathroom and disappeared through the door.

"Grey, are you there?" Max' voice came again from the speaker after a few minutes, then broke into a laugh when I explained that Grey had gone to the bathroom to clean himself up. "Let me know when he returns," Max said, then added, "I probably need to excuse myself from the meeting fairly soon." I was putting my trousers on as Grey walked back into the room and Max was still speaking, "I want to tell Grey one last thing." Grey announced his return, and Max continued, "If you put any of the photos that either of you took on Jake's computer, I want you to delete them now."

"What? Are you sure?" Grey asked in a surprised tone. "I thought Jake would like to have them as a reminder of a great time!"

"NOW!" Max' voice was coming through in a demanding tone. "Jake sounded a bit concerned at the beginning of the meeting about you not mentioning pictures being taken. So delete them!"

"Okay." Grey sat down at the computer and pressed a number of buttons on the keyboard. After a few minutes, he pushed the chair back and announced, "They're deleted." The expression on Grey's face was not a happy one. I guess my expression was not too different as I realized that I definitely would have liked a visual record of a great time. But part of friendship is trust, and Grey and I held to that.

"It's been great guys!" Max said. 'Jake, you're a good sport. Grey, I hope you're not offended by what happened. If you are, remember: I told Jake to do it! Hope we can do it again sometime! I'm hanging up now, Grey; you can turn your phone off." A click followed.

Grey picked up his cell phone and pushed a button. He set it back on the table and looked at me. I picked up my shirt and started to slide one arm into a sleeve. "Did you enjoy the threesome?" Grey asked. I gave a big smile and nodded. "Want to continue the meeting a little longer? Grey asked.

"It's up to you," I said, as I began to button my shirt. "I'm not sure when you need to be on the road again or what other plans you have for today. But I wouldn't mind tying you up again if you have the time."

"Oh, I have the time, but I want to tie you up again, Jake—the same way–in fact–that you tied me up when you were following Max' instructions."

"But Grey, we're at my house," I replied with a smile. "Shouldn't I be calling the shots this time around? I want to tie you up–to the chair, just like you tied me earlier." (I really enjoyed these little bantering sessions with Grey about who should be the one to get tied up.) "True, but let me put it this way, Jake," Grey's face broke into a big smile. "You remember when Max told me delete the pictures that I had transferred from my cell phone to your computer?" I nodded. "I did delete them, as he ordered. BUT, I still have them on my cell phone and plan on transferring them to my computer when I get home.

Call it larceny or whatever, but I would hate for those pictures of you to be sent to a lot of people who know you, but may not know of your interest in bondage. That would be quite a tidbit of information for your boss, or your family, or even a number of your friends and coworkers. Right?"

"They are still on your cellphone?" I repeated.

"You have a lot to learn about cell phones, Jake!"

I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair in exasperation, and looked over at Grey as he grinned back at me. This was something that I had definitely overlooked! "Face down on the floor?" I asked.

Grey nodded. "Eventually, yes. Oh….. but first, while I get dressed, you strip…… completely this time…. including your underwear and socks. I want to have you ready when I dish out what you put me through." My mind was racing as Grey tied my hands together behind my back and tied my ankles together. I began to wonder if Grey and Max have this plot with the pictures all planned out in advance so Grey could take advantage of my ignorance?

I snapped back to reality and looked back over my shoulder as Grey wrapped a rope around my arms near the elbows and pulled them closer together to be tied. "Hey, that wasn't part of your hogtie!" I said with some alarm.

"I know," Grey grinned as he tightened the ropes so my elbows were separated by just a couple of inches. "But I like how you look when you are tied like this, and you are not really in a position to argue!"

Grey added a few more pictures to the arsenal of photos on his cell phone as he progressed. He tied my knees together next–another surprise addition. He pulled back on my arms to assist as I eased myself to a face down position on the floor. As he took another rope and hogtied my feet to my wrists–tight enough that my fingers could easily touch my heels, I reflected on the future blackmail possibilities that this growing arsenal of pictures could create. After a few more pictures were taken, he reinforced the hogtie with a rope from my bare feet to the ropes binding my elbows. Then more pictures.

"Just one more thing, Jake," he said and he took two cloths and recreated the same gag as earlier–only tighter (if that were possible!). But no blindfold this time.

He retreated to the chair, and leaned back to relax and enjoy my predicament. "It's mid afternoon, Jake," Grey said. "And–to put your mind at ease–I really don't have to be on the road until this evening. We still have a long time yet." (I groaned into the gag, causing Grey to break into a big smile.) He put his hands behind his head and leaned back even further in the chair, stretching his long legs in front of him as he continued, "Anyway, you will know when it is close to the time that I need to leave. I will start rolling you back and forth, and digging my fingers into your sides and tickling the soles of your feet. But before then, I may even roll you onto your side and pinch your nipples or tug at your chest hair a few times. You know, just so you get a little exercise. Like this….!"

He rose from the chair and rolled me onto my side (I was trussed up too tight to manage it on my own). He began to pinch my nipples and tug at my chest hair with one hand, and lightly run his fingers up and down my thighs with his other hand. He gave a big smile as my cock began to involuntarily form a hard erection, and rolled me back into a face down position. He returned to the chair and picked up his cell phone. Grey kept his big smile as he aimed the cell phone my direction and began to press the same button over and over at various intervals.

"Just make yourself comfortable, Jake……. if you can," he said with a bored tone to his voice. "This is going to be a long afternoon for both of us…… and completely enjoyable for at least one of us!"

Before the afternoon was over, and Grey had carried out all his earlier threats (or promises) before he left to return home, I was determined to buy and learn everything I could about a cell phone. Technology bondage and its accompanying blackmail possibilities can be endless!!

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