Kidnapped!

Oof! I just realized its been half a month since I've posted. Granted, I have been dealing with finals for the past two weeks so I am not going to apologize. Still, I do wish I had gotten around to posting at least once in the past two weeks. Things have been pretty insane here though, and to top it off: I have the bondage itch again!

That's right. It seems like every other thought I have these days involves ropes, gags, hogties, chair ties, you name it! And it's come to my attention that there is one fantasy in particular that I have never really played out: kidnapping. We throw that word around a lot in the bondage-game world. Still, what exactly would a realistic kidnapping entail?

I know a lot of my kidnap fantasies focus on the idea of being tied up by surprise and force. The rest is basically up for negotiation. It would be hot to be forced into a van and taken to an undisclosed location, but not necessary, and a lot of times I fantasize about being left to struggle in isolation for an hour or so. Still, the biggest aspect for me is being forced into that predicament.

Obviously from the very start you have planned it out, so it is hard to have that "surprise" component, but not impossible. I have thought about maybe giving someone I trust a key to my place and giving them a set of days they could come in while I was asleep and jump me. Just thoughts. In fact, most of this is just fantasies and ideas. I've never successfully done anything like this.

Which is why I wanted to ask my readers. What do you think makes a good kidnapping scene? For those of you with experience, any advice? For those of you without experience, how would you kidnap me or want to be kidnapped?

Scratching the Itch

MPPHHHHHH! A friend from DC was in town this weekend and did his best to help me scratch my bondage itch. Loyal readers will know I've recently been into spandex and tights. So I guess he helped me scratch two itches.

The Bondage Itch

What, you ask, is the bondage itch? Well, contrary to popular belief, the bondage itch is nothing at all like jock itch (though I suppose a jock could be involved in a variety of ways). No, the bondage itch is that overwhelming desire for restraint. It rears it's head for me every now and again. It's that low down feeling inside where all you can think about for days at a time is being bound and gagged. No matter how many times you jerk off. No matter how hard you try to think of something else. No matter what you do, all you can manage to focus on is bondage. While every now and again I get the itch to tie someone, most of the time it's me fantasizing about getting roped.

And lately, that is all I can think about. Over the past few days, I have wasted hours dreaming about getting trussed into a tight hogtie and looking at porn. This specific flare seems to be centered around my since-I-was-eleven-years-old kidnap fantasy. That or that sort of old-fashioned tie up game sort of bondage. No sex, no pain, just struggling and mppphhhing. You know?

So come on. Who out there wants to rope me up, stuff my mouth tightly, and leave me to struggle for a bit? No takers? Like any condition, it will go away on it's own eventually. But I may as well ride the wave while it's lasting. Eh?

Texasropeman comes to town

MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!








As with my last post about texasropeman, I think I will let the pics speak for themselves.

Call me Daddy Twink pt 2

Being that I made a brief trip back to NJ to visit my family and home friends (and ex, ugh), it was not another week and a half before Patrick and I met up again. This time I told him I wanted him in a bit less, a jock and some sports socks. So I showed up to find him as stunning as always. He was wearing sneakers, basic jeans, a belt, and a plain tee tucked into his shirt...a perfect example masculine simplicity. FUCK HE IS HOT! hahahah

Anyway (notice how distracted I get when I describe him?), we chatted a bit before I tied him, I and figured out a rough game plan. I took his shirt off and tied his hands behind his back. I asked him if it was alright and was so relieved to hear him say no (so many guys are terrified to communicate), especially considering I had suspicions that it would be too tight anyway. So I adjusted a bit and with his confirmation that it would be fine, continued tying him.

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing a white jock and white crew gym socks. I pulled his pants off and had him lay down on his side. This is when he realized what I had in store. I don't know if there is a name for this, but I was putting him in a tie where knees are tied to neck (not choking), and ankles are tied to wrists behind the body. It puts the captive in a fetal position sort of, and its rather immobilizing. So once he was on his side, I started tying knees to neck, and made sure to give him some slack (so he could struggle), but still make sure it was tight and restrictive.

After this was done, I used a separate rope to tie his feet since his wrists did not have enough extra. I first wrapped the coils around his ankles and cinched it lightly. I then brought the cinching rope to his toes and wrapped one coil around each big toe, pulling tightly, and tying a square not before bringing the rope down the soles of his beautiful socked feet. Halfway down I stopped and wrapped a few coils over his feet to restrict them more, before finally tying it off. I thought he may be able to get off, but if he could not I knew he would not be able to move his feet much. I finally finished by tying the extra on his wrists down behind his ankles where he could not reach. I stepped back to admire my work and was damn proud.

As proud as I was, he was equally surprised hehe. He struggled somewhat, but quickly realized he couldn't move much, let alone get free. Given this, I gave him less time to struggle than I did before and just dived right into teasing. I let him know how excited I was that he loved getting dominated by little punks so much, which made him grunt and struggle some. I also reminded him of a chat we had had prior, where he said he wouldn't be going to the New York Bondage Club unless I went. So I made sure to rub in his face what a baby he was; a full grown man needing a 21yo kid to hold his hand and take him to the big scary club. This got him struggling a bit, but I decided I wanted a bit more. Now Patrick isn't really into manscents, for him whats hot is that he doesn't like it, but doesn't have a choice (where most of us just get off on pretending we don't like it ehehe), so when I shoved my ripe pits in his face he started to kick and buck like a hot bound bronco! ^ _ ^! I was ragingly hard to say the least, but was especially so after his gag went in.

As just mentioned, he isn't into manscents. So for him it was really humiliating to be forced to gag on...lets say...my two day old socks (wink). So we played the same game we did last time with cock sucking. This time I made him really plead and beg for me to stuff my nasty sweat socks in his mouth. But really, what man isn't agreeable when you have him by the balls. I let him struggle a bit while I kicked back (his body as my foot rest) and checked some messages on my phone.

Soon after, unfortunately, his hands did start to go (to no fault of his for not saying something earlier, its just a demanding position) so I untied him. He checked a missed call on his phone and made a quick return call while his limbs wrested and I had some water. Soon he was ready to be tied again, and I was ecstatic to oblige.

I started to tie his wrists to his thighs. Now there are a lot of escape tricks to a tie like this, and I did my best to consciously avoid them at every chance. First I made loops in the rope that connected at the inner thigh so he wouldn't be able to twist his wrists towards the center and untie each other. Furthermore I also tied these loops to his balls, to make sure he didn't just slide the rope down his legs.

In addition to these tricks, I also put him in a basic chest/arm binder and tied his cock and balls tightly. When I say "tie" and "tightly" I mean every inch of his cock (except for head) was covered in rope and his balls were tied firmly (they are exceptionally tight and this was quite the challenge). I stood back again to admire my handiwork, and challenged him to get out. DAMN HIM! In something I certainly did not foresee, he was able to some how reach his fingers to the opposite wrist to untie his right hand. Oh well. I was exhausted, as was he, and I wasn't up for a whole new tie. So I told him to start jerking off while I stuffed my socks in his mouth and kept them firmly handgagged in. It wasn't long before he was cumming (keep in mind his cock was still completely covered in rope). I also came shortly after, again shooting a huge load all over his chest.

Again we finished very amicably, chatting for a bit before I left. His average-Joe colloquialisms always giving me a little tickle. Lots of "yeah man"s, "sure thing bud"s, etc... I left knowing I would be seeing him again Sunday at the New York Bondage Club. And yes, that post is coming soon.

Call me Daddy Twink pt 1

If there is one thing I think we should all remember, it is that no matter how much of a Dom Top or sub bottom we are, a little role reversal never hurt anyone! In fact, switching roles every now and again is usually for all involved parties. The new new guard is definitely onto something in its belief in the fluidity of roles, and while I may not subscribe to it whole heartedly, I have to admit sometimes I love being a nasty lil Dom top.

For the past several weeks I have been in NYC visiting old friends, making new ones, and even getting to know a truly remarkable someone (more on this later). One of those new friends I made was named Patrick. We met on recon, noticed we had some mutual friends, chatted briefly about me tying him up, and eventually I took the trip down to see him. There really is just something about this guy. He has a very average-Joe attitude to him, with a handsome face, hot body, hearty laugh, killer smile, and truly endearing personality. I must admit I have a bit of a crush on him, in a really weird sort of way. He's one heck of a guy.

ANYWAY! One of the reasons we met up int he first place was because he was looking for as a bottom what I get into as a top: rope bondage sessions with struggling and teasing. I can def top a scene, but I am not really a sadist and mostly just get off on a guy struggling bound and gagged.

So I showed up at his place and as agreed, he was wearing a full military uniform and he looked HOT! My draw almost dropped at how handsome and masculine this guy was (especially in said uniform). After chatting for a bit, we broke out the rope (which he had a surprising abundance of for a bottom), and got down to business. For that first session we only did one tie. A damn tight hogtie that was effective and certainly intricate, without being too fancy (a word of advice to all aspiring rope tops, if you can't do it, DON"T TRY IT! Start simple till you master the basics and rope your way up! All that pretty rope bondage you see in pics was done by people who have been practicing for years). I gave him a few mins to get out, in which he put up a decent struggle, until I decided to start having my fun.

First off, this guy's energy was perfect. He put up a damn good struggle and knew how to make it convincing (not like 99% of the guys in porn ("Please don't, noooo, I hate that...;-)" ew, gross, instant soft-on)). And he brought out the cocky top in me. I started by telling him he wasn't really struggling at all, and he must really not want out. I decided to start giving him some incentives at that point. I used his face as a foot rest, made him sniff my nasty baseball socks, pinched his nips, etc... Then I started asking him if he, an older 5'10 165lbs man usually let 21yo 5'5 115lbs kids tie him up in his apartment. I asked him if he thought all that muscle he had made any difference in that moment, where he could have easily out-muscled me if not for how well I had him tied (and now gagged with my socks). This really made him start to buck, kick, and mpphh! God I was so fucking turned on.

At this point I decided to kick it up a notch and pulled down his pants to expose his white jock and raging hard on! This prompted a whole new wave of teasing about how hard his cock was, and how much he was clearly loving getting dominated by a kid. For those of you who don't know, I have a pretty big dick, and I loved rubbing that in his face, metaphorically AND literally! First I started talking about how much of a bigger man he was, except where it counted. Soon I had my cock out and was smacking his face, asking if he wanted to suck it. He would yell a muffled "fuck you" through my dirty socks filling his mouth, which only made me harder. Since this was about teasing and humil as much as bondage, I decided to humiliate him a bit before he sucked it. Sure, I could have taken his gag out and forced his mouth open? But why force someone to do something when you can make them beg for it?

I ungagged him and asked if he wanted to suck my cock, and he more or less said no (there were some expletives). So I took a firm hold of his balls and asked again, when I was met with the same response. So I applied some pressure, asking again at intervals. Gradually the swears subsided, and soon he couldn't even respond his face was contorted in pain. Eventually he finally yelled "Let me suck your cock!". I paused for a moment, and squeezed again. "I said beg", I responded. "You told me to let you suck my cock, I said beg for it." I can't even describe how much his cock stiffened at this. I don't think he was used to playing with kinky little fuckers like me (who think like a pig). I squeezed a bit more, and despite initial resistance, eventually had him pleading and begging me to stuff my cock in his mouth.

I eventually obliged, which in itself was not remarkable. I don't particularly enjoy getting head, and I got the impression he didn't particularly enjoy getting it. It was the fact that I had made him beg that was hot, so the head itself didn't last long. Soon after though I was jerking him off, now regagged with my other sock, with my dirty jock strapped to his face. He didn't take long to cum, and after he shot a nice load. I finished myself off on his face (which was mostly protected by the jock).

I untied him and we just relaxed for a bit. I really loved spending time with him. And I think this is when my weird little mancrush for him started. Soon I had to go though, but don't worry, we had several more sordid adventures.