Traveling Salesman & Bondage · Part 2 (2/2)
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nto a strip and tied around my mouth to hold the first one in place. It was a very effective gag. "That's just a precaution," he told me with a slight laugh, and I wondered just what he meant by that. I didn't have to wonder very long.
I was holding my hands together behind my back and felt him pull a circle of rope over my hands and up my forearms. Rod slid the circle of rope up my arms until it was just below my elbows. I felt one of Rod's arms slide between my back and my arms, then using his body for leverage, Rod bent his arm and pulled my elbows together. Ordinarily, my arms should not have been able to be pulled so close, and it felt like one or both of my arms had been pulled from their sockets. He quickly pulled the rope tight (having tied a slip knot in one end beforehand), and quickly added several more coils around my arms, basically welding my arms together just below the elbows.
It all happened so abruptly–and painfully–that I shouted into the gag. No sound came out. Any major pain had now subsided for the most part (maybe I was in shock which tends to dull pain–I can't be sure). Rod hummed to himself as he knotted the rope, then wrapped it around my lower arms moving down to my wrists. He tied my wrists together with several coils, then cinched the rope by wrapping it between my wrists as well, after which he wrapped the rope around my lower arms as he moved back up to my elbows where it was used to cinch the coils wrapped around them and finally knotted. All the knots were at the level of my elbows, and the ropes on my arms were so tight that there was no way to get free on my own.
My shoulders were pulled back, and my chest was stretched to the point that I felt that any struggling on my part would cause the skin that covered my sternum to split wide open. Up to that point, I had never been tied so tightly. I hoped that this was what Rod meant when he said earlier that my torso would be stretched in a different way. Involuntarily, my erection returned. I kept thinking to myself that it is all okay–my turn to tie him up will be coming along soon. I concentrated on the word "soon" over and over.
Rod ordered me to lean forward, and assisted me to a facedown position on the bed. "Are you okay," he asked. I closed my eyes and gave a slight nod. "Great!" he responded in a triumphant manner. He untied the rope from my feet, then quickly selected a longer rope from the pile which he used to tie my feet together once again. There was a long strand remaining, which he threaded through the ropes binding my wrists. He gave a quick, powerful pull and before I had time to think about what was happening, my feet were securely hogtied to my hands–so tightly that my heels were nestled in the palms of my hands.
He wound the rope multiple times between my hands and feet, knotting it each time so there were several knots to deal with. The remaining end of the hogtie rope was pulled up and knotted to the ropes that were causing my elbows to touch. Any knot within reach of my fingers was useless to set me free.
Rod reached into the box and pulled out the roll of duct tape–it made a very effective blindfold for Rod to put on me. He made use of the duct tape for that purpose after he had rolled me onto my side. (He probably knew that hogtied as tight as I was, I could not do it by myself if he simply ordered me to roll over.) I heard the squeak of the chair as Rod sat down and just looked at me for… I don't know how long. Like me, he just seemed to enjoy the sight of a naked guy tied up with no chance whatsoever to escape. I could do nothing but endure it, but the thought of him seeing me like this and having complete control over me kept my erection constant! Not sure just why, but it did. I could only endure, and think to myself that it was all okay… my turn to tie him up was coming along "soon".
After what seemed an lifetime, I heard the chair move, and Rod sat on the edge of the bed beside me. "You look great, Jake!" he said a few times. After he had said it each time, I could feel his hand closing in on some part of my exposed body. A couple of times he closed his fist around the hair on my chest and slowly pulled on it–the equivalent of a thousand pin pricks attacking the nerve endings all at the same time. Other times he closed his fist around my enlarged cock or my ball sack and squeezed until I groaned as loud as I could.
He tied a shoelace around my cock and balls–my own shoelace, by the way, which he removed from one of my shoes (I later found out). He did remove it some time later and put in inside my shoe to keep it safe.) Twice he rolled me onto my stomach and whipped the soles of my bare feet with a few strands of rope before returning me to my side. Each time he did some mild torture technique to me, I would just endure it and repeat in mind again that it was okay–my turn to tie him up was coming along "soon". These small tortures to my naked body went on for a long time. I had lost a lot of feeling in the limbs of my body, but he did not ask about it or seem concerned.
Suddenly a solid knock came at the door, and a female voice said in a loud voice, "Hello! Housekeeping! I'm here to clean the room!" It was followed by the fumbling sound of a key being inserted and the knob began to turn.
Rod leaped off the bed and ran to the door, catching the door with his foot just as it began to open. "We are not done yet!" Rod said from behind the door as he held it from opening completely. "You'll have to come back later!" The door closed, and Rod locked it, making sure that the deadbolt was in place this time.
Rod came back to the bed and sat down on the edge again. "Damn!" he said. "Just what we need: for the housekeeper to see me in this ski mask, and you looking like you do right now!" (As for me, I felt like I was trying to swallow my heart and get it back into its proper place despite the gag that still filled my mouth! I was the one who was completely naked!) Rod must have looked at the clock on the nightstand then because he sprang into fast action instead of the slow, methodical groping of my body that he had been engaged in before the interruption. He quickly rolled me onto my stomach and began to untie me. With the over abundance of knots, it was taking much longer than when he was in the process of tying me up.
'Jake," he said in a hurried manner, "I am so sorry; I really am! I've kept you tied up for over three hours, and I have to be leaving soon to get to my meeting in time!" (What was he saying to me?! I'm not hearing right.) "There is not enough time for you to tie me up! I'm sorry, but I will be back and we can meet again in a few months… you can tie me up then. In fact, you can keep me tied up the entire time the next time we meet! Besides, if you think about it, it is somewhat awkward to be the one tied up and the one in control in the same meeting. It's not that easy to switch places at the drop of a hat like that. It would probably work out better in the long run to have you tie me up next time… " He rambled on and on.
I wanted him to take the gag off so I could add my thoughts to the conversation, but he was to busy attacking the knots to even think about removing the gag. Because of the way he had hogtied me, he had to untie my feet before he could work on my hands and arms. But after several minutes of frenzied labor, I was free. I removed the gag myself, then spoke back to him as I went to work on the tape that had been wound around my head to cover my eyes.
"Just a minute, Rod," I began to protest. "The agreement was that I would have a chance to tie you up… today! There is no guarantee of another meeting. This really pisses me off… " Now I was rambling, but did manage to keep my vocabulary in check–for the most part. I ended with a plea, but tried to mask it as a demand. "We agreed to meet for four hours, and we still have a half hour left. I can have the chance to tie you up at least once!"
Rod looked at me, and I could tell he was thinking the matter over. "Okay, Jake," he finally said. "But it has to be a quick one. And two things: please don't take the ski mask off when I'm tied up. And this is the only outfit close to a suit that I brought. I have a sport jacket in my car and I have to wear it to the meeting, so be careful and don't get it messed up in any way. I mean, don't hogtie me and put wrinkles in the pants. And damn it, can we hurry?!"
"Fine," I said. "I won't even take the time to get dressed. Just pull that chair over here and sit down."
He followed my orders and sat down as I picked up the ropes he had used to tie me earlier. I moved behind him and pulled his hands behind the chair. I tied them tightly together, side by side, then knotted the rope to the lower rung of the chair–well out of his reach. Then I moved down to his feet. There was still a fair amount of time, so I lifted one foot and removed his shoe and sock. I then tied his bare foot to the front chair leg. I repeated this process with his other foot.
It was great to look at him, but I wanted a little more discomfort for him. After all, I was still naked myself! I stood over him and quickly unbuttoned his dull gold dress shirt, throwing it back over his shoulders and revealing a smooth, sculpted chest with brown quarters-size nipples. He definitely had the well developed body of a gymnast! I twisted his nippless lightly, and a moan escaped from his mouth as his nipples began to harden. I noticed that there was a growing bulge in his trousers also. What the heck–he deserved it for what he had done to me! I unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers. He shook his head, but said nothing.
I pulled his trousers down as far as his spread feet would allow, then pulled his underwear down. A large cock sprang out of confinement and bobbed up and down for a few seconds. At that moment it hit me: "Rod" seemed to be a very appropriate name for him!
This was a better picture of his discomfort: a guy with a great looking body (face still unseen), tied to a chair, barefoot, frontal part of his body fully exposed and vulnerable! What the heck–he still deserved it! I took his cock in one hand and began to stroke it, my fingers encircling the shaft and gliding up and down. It grew even more and began to darken slightly. I began to stroke Rod's bare chest with my other hand, tweaking his nipples when my hand wandered close to them. He threw his head back and started pleading, "No, Jake! No, please! I can't take this!" I continued to stroke, gradually picking up speed. "No Jake!" His head began to roll around on his neck as he spoke.
I was a man possessed! (Not really.) I am not into things like this with other guys–but I justified it by thinking he deserved it! I was actually smiling as I continued–a man with a mission!
"Jake," Rod cried out. "Jake, I am coming! I can't get this suit dirty! Jake, I'm coming! Stop!"
I moved to the side just in time to avoid the huge eruption from his enlarged cock, and the second even larger eruption that followed almost immediately, and the third eruption that was also quite admirable in size, and the fourth. I managed to come out of it relatively unscathed: just a small amount landed on my thumb and index finger. Rod was a different story: he was saturated from his bare feet to his neck, and his underwear and trousers and shirt were not spared. It was everywhere! What the heck, I rationalized–he deserved it after what he had put me through!
Rod's head continued to roll around, and he moaned in what I thought was a contented manner. But then reality set in, and his head popped up. "Please untie me, Jake," he pleaded. "I have got to clean myself up!"
I looked at the clock. Still a few minutes left of the four hours. I slowly untied his feet first as he unsuccessfully struggled to lift his hands behind the chair. Once his feet were free, I untied the knot holding his bound hands to the lower rung of the chair. Once the knot was untied, he pulled his hands up and leaped to his feet. He rolled his upper body around, twisting his hands and struggling to get free of the ropes binding them together behind his back. He did not dare try to walk, because when he stood his trousers fell down around his ankles, followed soon after by his underwear. As he twisted and flexed his arms to free his tied hands, his shirt slid further down his arms, covering his hands completely.
I watched, enjoying his predicament, and the fact that he was exposing his well-sculpted body even more and all by himself. He finally realized that I was his only real means of escape and looked my direction. "Please untie me, Jake," he pleaded one more time. I moved closer to do so. Once free, he pulled his trousers up and made a beeline for the bathroom. He shut the door and I could hear the water running.
I managed to get dressed and gather up the ropes and bandannas before he emerged from the bathroom, his clothes wet from his attempt to get them cleaned. He sat on the bed and put his socks and shoes on, then reached out his hand toward me.
"Fantastic time, Jake," he said to me. "Got to rush, but hope to do it again sometime! Will be in touch!" Then he flew out the door, leaving it ajar. I began to touch up and organize the room and made an attempt to clean up the wetspots on the carpet from Rod's massive eruptions. I had a smile on my face as I knelt on the floor, and a great memory to think about on the drive home.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Rod reentered, dropped a few bills on the bed. "My share of the room rental!" he quickly said as he flew out the door once more. I wondered if he knew that he had forgotten to put his ski mask back on when he entered the room for the last time to drop off the money. And I also wondered how his meeting went. I hope the meeting worked out well for him. What the heck, I rationalized, he deserved it.
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