Men Bound And Gagged (bondage Kink)

The Job Opening 3

"Thanks guys", he said as they slipped past him and out of the door. "I owe you." One of them laughed. "Take some pics, Jake."

He stared down at me. "Is that anger, Steve, or that wad and gag preventing you using your usual uncouth turn of phrase?"

I raised my head and stared into his eyes. He smiled, a fucking forced smile.

"I know you are not one for complexities, Steve. Contradictions - envy, contempt. And dear me I didn't pick up a box of those lovely blue gloves from the first aid room. Well, I'll be back in a jiffy."

He half-turned to go out of door. Then took the key out of the lock and looked back at me. He tossed the key with he thinks is slick jokiness.

“Clean-shaven. Good physique. I like your physique.” He folded in two the next hank of plain rope and started on my upper arms, pushed the rope-ends through between my torso and my arms and drew them tight.

“I call this the surprise tie. Know why? Because first time they never guess howit’s houng to.come out for them”

Quite a tug on the riloprs between my arms. Tight. I guess I looked away just for a second. Tightened my jaws for just a second. Looked up again into his face. He smiled.

“Just the last length here young man.” He attached one more length to the rope round my wrists.“

“Squat down low, and spread your knees well wide.”

My butt was down against my boots when he tied the other end of that rope to the rope round my ankles. I squirmed a touch, then firmed my jaw. I’d said he could do quite a tough tie.

There was only 3 - 4 inches of give in the rope. I tried to stretch up, contracting my quads and felt the tightness round my wrists and ankles. Maybe I looked more questioning.

“Those big quads of yours only going things a bit - more memorable. You won’t be able to stop yourself using them. Escape reflex is my theory. Try to stretch even when they’re burning.”

He set the big timer on the wall. Its tick was loud and insistent

I said I guessed so.

He set up the lights. And a camera.

He gagged me real tight, tighter than the ropes. But no give between my wrists and ankles. Made me try to tug but wasted effort.

He gave me a few gentle strokes in the right places. Then a few firm strokes.

"Excited so quick? Oh boy, you've got a lot to learn. Thought you knew about this stuff."

"Mmyh. Mmmh!"

"That's it, soldier boy."

He massaged my neck and tested my shoulders like a pro. With each press and twist of his fingers I bucked some. Tried not to watch in the big mirror the light on my torso and his masked face.

"Whoa boy."

Tick-tock, tick-tock.