TIED UP BY STRAIGHT BRENT

Brent was the Graduate College Student doing studies to see how much bondage certain guys could take and how long they could go. Brent wanted his subjects, stoned and poppered up ready to go off in another world. After answering his ad, I was ready to comply and be his bondage subject. I am put into the straight jacket, then strapped to the massage table as bondage experimental subject

I was looking for a scene where the bondage would be inescapable. I found this ad on Craigs List that read:

BONDAGE SUBJECT WANTED: I am looking for a guy who wants to be tied up in a Straight Jacket wearing Sneakers or Boots, Must be into Poppers, 420 and role play. I am 30 years old, white, six feet, 160 pounds, blue eyes, blond hair buzz cut. Put BONDAGE in the subject line when responding.

I responded to the ad. I heard back and this guy's name was Brent. After talking on line, Brent and I met in a bar. In a small town, Brent and I met and actually knew each other. It was strange, because Brent liked Girls, but liked to tie up guys and get tied up. Brent had no idea of my extra curricular activities, but we were both loving the idea of a bondage session. After a few beer's we decided we would talk again.

Brent contacted me the next day, and being Brent and I had known each other for years, we both felt safe with each other. Brent wanted his little hobby kept quiet, and I wanted to get tied up by someone I knew I could trust. We set up a time, and I went to Brent's house.

Brent lived alone in nice section of town. I wore a pair of Levis 513 Jeans, a blue tee shirt, the soft sole Minnetonka Boots with black ankle socks. When I arrived at Brent's, he was wearing the exact same outfit, but his Minnetonka Boots were hard soles.

When I entered the house, Brent and I had a beer, and Brent fired up a joint. We talked about the scene, and the scene would be that I would be the Captured Mug in Moccasins. His role would be the College Graduate student doing studies to see how much bondage certain guys could take, what they could take, and how long they could hold out. Of course, Brent wanted his subjects stoned, poppered up and ready to go off to another world. This was the type of scene I was looking to do.

After we smoked a joint, we were both getting high. Brent took me to a room, where there was a massage table, a canvas posey hospital straight jacket, and an assortment of straps and rope. Brent asked me if I was ready and I said sure. Brent trussed me up in the straight jacket,  and he fed me four more hits off a joint. Brent then wrapped a bandage around my eyes, then put the leather gimp hood put on my head and cinched tight. I was laid back on the table, where the headphones went on playing  Binural Beats. I was given a hit of poppers, and I got instantly hard inside my Levis as I saw myself as the Captured Mug in Moccasins in a Straight Jacket.

I am high and squirming. I am feeling like the Captured Mug in Moccasins. I was wondering if the bondage would be getting any more intense.

I was being fed poppers and played with, and squirming, both with Brent's hand and the vibrators. After a little while, the play stopped, where more straps were added. Brent took his time, adding straps, then stopping to take time to tease me and my cock, then adding more straps.

Once all the straps were added, I was being fed Poppers, and squirming. With the Binural Beats, I was feeling like a Captured Mug in Moccasins, and Brent's play thing. I loved the soft sole ones, as these boots were conforming to my feet and for a reason, I getting turned on by this,  Brent opened the zipper on the hood, and fed me three more hits of pot off a joint. The zipper was again closed. I was feeling nice relaxed and tingly, when I was force fed three hits of poppers. I was being teased with the vibrators as this Captured Mug was beginning to wonder what Brent how long Brent would do this, and what he would do next. I realized that I was his experiment and play thing, then I drifted off into a light sleep.

I don't know what happened, but I had fallen asleep. I was now having this dream, with Brent now standing over me, and there I was with eight straps were holding me in place. In the dream, Brent had draped a blanket over my body, with more rope added. I was totally secure, and off in a nice dreamy bondage world feeling like Brent's Captured Moccasin Mug. I was fed more inhalants, and my dream continued. I now saw myself in an Iron Lung. I could see Brent in his Levis, Minnetonka Knee High Boots, wearing a tee shirt and a lab coat. He then put his hands into two gloves and reached inside of the Iron Lung, where he inserted a steel rod into my piss hole. Electrodes were placed on the rod, and I felt my cock very pleasurable, with electricity being delivered to the inside of my cock.

I then saw those Brent and those gloved hands grab a heavy duty vibrator, and begin to use it on my cock. I had all of the feeling and sight of me in the Iron Lung, with a pleasant chemical being sent to my lungs on every breath, keeping me sleepy, dreamy and horny. The heavy duty vibrator was used for a total of six times for about five to ten minute each, but it felt like an eternity, which was awesome.

Suddenly everything went black, then turned purple. At this point the blanket and ropes, were removed, but the straps were still in placed. Continuing to be fed poppers, it felt like chloroform, where I would be put into a nice light sleep, and a Venus Milking Machine on my cock.

The Venus was being relentless, keeping my on the edge, where I was squirming. One part of me wanted to shoot, and the other part of me wanted to the scene to continue. I then felt one nostril pinches off, and I was inhaling a chemical. This then happened to the other nostril, where I fell into a dreamy state, with my cock focused on the Milking Machine, my body strapped down, and my feet and toes curling inside those soft sole moccasins, loving being the Captured Mug Play Thing.

After a while, I could feel something pleasurable at my cock, and it being played with until I could not stand it any more. Suddenly the play stopped, and Brent left the room. He came back a little while later, fed me some Poppers, then proceeded to stroke my cock again. I shot, and was again milked until I was spent. I wound up shooting three times.

I was finally released, and had spent almost three hours tied up, high, secure and in a nice dreamy state. The pot, poppers and binaural beats, along the hood was keeping my brain focused on certain parts of the scene. As the bondage and the scene progressed, I definitely felt like the Captured Mug in Moccasins and Brent's plaything.

Both Brent and I had an awesome scene, as the scene played out the way we both hoped it would.

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