Short Stories 01

By Eckie

Eckie, aka Bondagfan has been writing stories for many years. This book, the first in a series celebrates some of his most successful stories including: The Failed Challenge and its Heavy Consequences House Sitting The Weekend in Layers A Friend's Visitor A Different Way for Me to Visit the Fair Tied in a Split

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781291878226

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Short Stories 01

Short Stories 01

Copyright Bound Editions 2014.

ISBN: 978-1-291-87822-6

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This book contains works of fiction. It concerns characters in situations of a fetish, BDSM, gay, sexual, kinky and adult nature. If any of these situations are not for you, or you are not of an age where under local law you are permitted to read such material, please don't go any further or read beyond this point.

All names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Under no circumstances should you attempt to repeat the situations depicted in the contents of this book. They are works of fiction. The contents are presented here as acts of fantasy only.

The Failed Challenge and its Heavy Consequences

I always claimed to be able to get out of most rope bondage, if it was not locked and tight, the chances are that I find a way to get free by myself. I kept bragging about that a lot in the past, and one day while we met again for a weekend together my friends came up with a deal. They would tie me up in a rope hogtie for a duration of three hours, should I manage to get free I could get my revenge on one of them, free pick who would be at my beck and call then for that weekend.  However if I failed to get free, every three hours they would add more rope, more restraints, more ways to immobilize me, using then not just rope, but cling film, tape, chains or whatever other means they come up with to make me even more helpless as I am at the beginning, every three hours they add and give me three hours to continue my attempts to get out (which will be even more futile anyway if I did not manage to get out within the first three hours). Being certain about myself I agreed without hesitation to that.

One of them mentioned to begin that they do not count on me being out any time soon, so preparations would be made for that possibility and for what would come after I failed the various times of trying, I was to strip my clothes first. It should not be all fun for me he said, at the same time holding up one of his steel chastity belts, he was a big fan of those and had various models in his possession, and he knew this particular model would fit me for the duration, also he knew how I actually hated not to be able to get my rocks off whilst struggling in bondage. Within seconds my semi hard dick disappeared in the well lubed rubber cover insert of that particular belt and just seconds later the click of the locking mechanism made clear that it would not be coming off until the end of the challenge. It was one of those latowskI belts, shaped like some briefs made out of steel, covering front and back almost completely, normally this belt is too bulky to be worn on regular base, but for playtimes it certainly made sure that its presence is felt and the futile situation one is in when being locked into it. I tested its fit immediately, not moving up or down, keeping my dick in its prison safely and unreachable, ensuring some frustration coming up soon enough. The belt had a locking plate on its back to keep a plug inside also, my friend held just that plug in his hands in front of me, with an evil grin telling me that he is fully aware of how much I dislike that one inserted also, but in order to make this challenge a real ordeal to me, that will go in as well, no discussion. I thought about arguing with him, but then again I was certain to be out soon enough, so an hour or two I will be able to cope anyway, so I worked with him, relaxed accordingly and had him insert the medium sized well lubed plug into my butt. It did as any time earlier it was tried on not feel comfy, not feel good, not feel horny, but once I heard the click of the lock on that back plate it was certain that for the duration I would just have to cope now.

In the meantime another buddy already got two nappies and telling me that I would in the coming many many hours eventually have to pee, they have to add those to ensure not to create q mess here in this friends home floor, whilst I was left to struggle. Makes sense I added and let him put both of them on me, two in order to make sure that even if I piss more than once, it will not leak out then. They both then came with some more equipment to add, which they fetched from the guys basement playroom.

Telling me that he knows I enjoy it a lot he brought his heavy dry suit and both helped me to get in immediately. It was fitting well, not too tight, not too loose, and with its attached gloves, feet and open face hood it sealed me in rubber almost head to toe then already immediately. I indeed loved that suit a lot, and would my dick not have been encased and locked, I might have enjoyed it more, but right now it caused more of a bit frustration, not being able to get hard or rub my dick in its attempt to get hard. Additionally of course in case the nappies would not be sufficient, nothing could now leak out anymore either, airtight sealed into that suit now.

The next item was one of my favorites; he really knew what would make my dick frustrated. A very special heavy thick rubber helmet he had made a long time ago. Telling me that of course he would not want to have to listen to me begging for release, he would want me securely silenced and blinded also, hence this hood would do the perfect job. I told him that I will not give him that pleasure of begging, he would be surprised how well I will manage my own release, he just laughed to that and started putting that helmet on my head. It was almost 1 cm thick rubber, two half’s that will at the end be buckled shut together. The only openings it had were the ends of some tubes that were part of the helmets’ inside. Two tubes entering the nostrils to keep the airflow going. No holes at the eyes and a special mouthpiece embedded too.  Made of rubber, filling the inside of your mouth completely, molding around your lips on inside and outside, even having a molded part to put your tongue inside, so entirely covering the inside of the mouth and keeping your tongue locked also, not having any opening added to the fact that once it is on your face and in your mouth, you will no longer be able to make much noise at all. He had enough practice with that hood that it was no issue at all to align the tubes into my nostrils and place the mouth part correctly into my mouth, aligning the front part of that helmet then correctly to my face, already sealing nicely to the rubbered open face hood of the dry suit, then adding the back part of the helmet and in no time having the several buckles closed and keeping that helmet now irremovable on my head, sealing that one in now also, keeping me blind, my hearing severely numbed and of course not being able to argue now in any form either anymore, my only connection to the outside being the two tubes up my nose, safely kept in place by that hood now.

Speaking louder I could hear him say now that it is time to get me roped up proper and have the three hours start. To begin with my hands were brought on my back and tied tightly with generous amount of rope, I know he is an expert with rope, so it did not take much time to get this done well, not cutting off the blood yet being tight enough to hold those hands where they are supposed to be. Still I knew that I had managed not just once to get out of such before, so was not at all worried. What I felt next was rope added to my upper arms, between shoulder and elbow he applied several loops rope around my arms and then tightened them, tightened them more, and even tightened more after that, I ended up with my elbows almost touching themselves, pushing my chest out, generating some strange posture of my upper body now. The ropes covered around wrists and as well around the upper arms each about two inches wide space, so he sure did not spare on it. Now he followed with again generous amounts rope looped around my waist and the tied wrists, ending it up with looping the rope between my body and the wrists then, tightening it all to a level that was 'just' ok, definitely tight enough not to move up or down or in any direction for that sake and additionally tying my already roped wrists in place, held by that created loop on to the back of my body now. Another generous amount of rope then went around my upper body, including the upper arms and tightening those on to my body also, again at least a width of two inches was laid in ropes before the then looped the ends of the rope between my arms and body over the ropes, tightening them on to my body and tightening the arms held in place as well.

My legs were pressed together now and other lengths of rope went just above my knees before being tightened with looping and knotting the ends around those between my legs. The same procedure happened just below my knees and around my ankles. He then looped a length of rope on to the front of the ropes around my waist and had the ends just dangle to the floor. The two then helped me to lie down on the floor, on my belly, before continuing. My legs were bent then and held tight on to my butt, my heels actually touching my buttocks. Lengths of rope now looped around my thighs and ankles, tightening the legs in place already before the ends again looped around this rope right between my thighs and ankles, tightening the legs even more in place now. The loose ends he had connected to the front before were now looped between my tied legs, just below my ass crack, pulled up, pulled over the ropes around my ankles forward then and looped between my wrists backwards, not without looping it through the ropes around my body there and then pulling the ends, pulling them causing it to tighten my ankles towards my butt, tightening the wrists towards the body too and when he was satisfied with how tight it was, he continued looping that rope around the wrists towards my upper body then, looping it through the ropes that have been tight around the upper body, pulling again tight on it, pressing my wrists tighter to my body even more, before knotting the ends there, out of my hands reach.

Now he took a thin rope and folded my hands together, finger over finger, starting to use that thin rope to tie each matching pair of fingers together nicely, just at their root and also in the rough middle of the fingers length, then pulling the end of that thin rope after knotting it proper between my legs down and looping it again through that rope around my waist at my front, pulling it back towards the hands then and pulling until the hands were kept tight in my crack, looping it around the wrists and knotting it, still lots lengths left however. He then made sure my feet are positioned one to the left and one to the right of those tied hands now before using the rest of that thin rope to first tie those feet together in their middle and then using that rope further to tie my two big toes together also. The ends of that rope then was looped through the rope around my ankles and pulled tight, successfully pulling my feet and toes towards that part.

When he was finished he stepped back and checked it out, with a louder voice so that I could understand it telling me then that as he sees it I can hardly move my arms, hands, feet or legs and none of the knots is anywhere near the reach of my anyway tied fingers either. I tried grunting into the mouth filling rubber part of the helmet, not succeeding in making any noise that would be considered much noticeable, tried wriggling myself around, again without much success, and I heard both of them laugh, again saying that my three hours would start now and I should enjoy the begin of a helpless weekend. then silence around me, they might be still there watching, they might leave to another room, I would not realize, in the dark, dampened hearing, silenced and as it seems rather helpless. I started trying the ties, trying to find any part that might give at least a little, a little being enough to build on and get even only one small part that has been restrained more free, more ability to move.

I must have struggled on the floor at least half an hour already, the feel of the tightness making me horny, the chastity however preventing any pleasure in that fact, feeling the unwanted plug with every move, but even more feeling that nothing at all was giving in, not even a little. The more I struggle, the hotter it got inside the dry suit also, breathing through only those inside tubes did not make things easier either. I kept struggling, kept attempting to make noises yet not giving out more than rather silent grunts into that helmet; however I thought to myself that I would not be defeated so easily. In my struggles I turned my body to the left, to the right, always ending back ion my belly after short time, attempted the weirdest combination of movements on various parts of my body, just to get anything a bit loose, loose enough to build on that then for my escape. Inside the dry suit and helmet of course I got sweaty, the exhaustion from the constant struggle adding to it, in between trying short breaks where I lie still, thinking about where to start, where to attempt next, how to attempt, just to continue my struggle on and on then again.

I cannot tell time, how much passed, how long before my set time was gone, I just kept going, and unfortunately realized on each attempts how futile those are. Endless fighting against ropes and not one single change was felt, everything still in place, tight as at the beginning, in their exact positions as he had roped them to.

I then got surprised by a sudden touch of my head, he held it firm in place while speaking up, loud enough again for me to understand him clear. I stopped struggling then of course and heard him say that my three hours already passed. Was it that long already I thought to myself, trying to voice that question, of course unable to do so, hearing him laugh at my attempt, adding that they had enjoyed my struggles and even more the fact that I had to do all of it in silence, not disturbing them during their games that they had played in the last three hours. He then added that it was time for the addition of restraints, originally he had in mind of adding more rope, but having seen how effectively everything was kept in place already, there was no real need on that, instead they would move immediately to cling film and tape. I again attempted to struggle, futile as before, hearing some laughter of the two was all that happened.

They pulled me up on to my knees, one holding me in upright position now, still as helpless as I was from the start and then I could feel the cling film starting to be wrapped around my roped body.  Starting at the bottom working his way up, using the good one, the stretch cling film, the one they use in professional packing, pulling it before winding it around my body, so that it would tighten up once it is applied, round after round, only slow working up towards my shoulders, so actually creating a thick multilayer of cling film on top of all the rope. He of course did not forget the head either, wrapping the film around the head, making sure also neck and shoulders are proper covered, leaving just the holes of those two breathing tubes free. Once it was all done, I was brought back on to my front and they covered that missing part around my knees also proper in those cling film layers, after