CAPTURED AT HOME ON A COLD WINTER NIGHT

One Sunday afternoon, I had met up with some friends at the Sports Bar to watch some Football. We were at the bar for about four hours, when I decided it was time to head home. I had put on my heavy winter jacket, and walked across the parking lot to the car. I did not notice anything out of the ordinary, and started to drive home. During the drive, I noticed nothing out of the ordinary. When I came up the street, again, I noticed nothing out of the ordinary, and popped open the garage door. Being the lights were on in the garage, I could see into the garage, and again noted nothing out of the ordinary, so I backed the car into the garage, switched off the engine, and got out of the car. Even though the house has an entrance from the garage into the laundry room, I walked outside to take a gander at the nice cold clear winter night. As I was gazing at the stars in the cold sky, out of the blue, someone came up from behind me, and put me into a headlock. This muffled voice told not to talk or yell and to cooperate, and everything would be okay. Reluctantly, I agreed, and was told to walk back into the garage. The guy who had me as his prisoner put down the garage door, then pulled my hands behind my back and handcuffed them. Suddenly, I was gagged, then blindfolded.

I was taken into the house and down the hall, and sat on the edge of the bed. The guy who had me secured went to the great room, and bought a wooden chair and placed it into the walk in closet. I was moved from the bed, to the chair in the closet. My ankles would be tied, and then my body would be secured to the chair. I was told to behave and everything would be okay. He told me he had seen me tormenting myself with a heavy duty vibrator earlier that day. He told me he was well away that bondage fiends like to be tied up, and it gets them hard, and also knew that there can be nothing more tormenting then a guy tied up with his hard cock pressing through his jeans He went on to tell me that I would enjoy this. He then left me to ponder my predicament.  I was squirming in the chair, with the false hope I would figure out a way to escape. My cock was now hard inside my Levis jeans, and I wondered what would happen when my Captor would come back, and see me all tied up with a hard on. As I continued to squirm, my cock only got harder, as I did love bondage, but I had no idea who was in my house with me tied up. This was a combination of pleasure, torment and fear, not knowing what would happen next. (The short video is in two parts)

My Captor came back and said you look all hot tied up in that heavy winter jacket, Levis jeans and those red slip on Vans Sneakers. He came over and rubbed my cock some through my Levis, and I was squirming and moaning. He whispered in my ear that he knew I liked bondage, and he would not hurt me. Being the door was closed before he came back, I had no clue what he was up to, though when he came back, he told me after he had me tied to the chair, he was hanging out in the Great Room watching Football, and drinking my beer. He then told me that he was going to release me from the chair, and move me to the bed.

I was moved to the bed, and my hands were cuffed to the bed frame, and the ankles tied together. He massaged my cock through my Levis for a while, then told me he would release me after the came was over.

I was still hard, moaning, squirming and not going anywhere, and being blindfolded and gagged, I had no idea what was going on, or how much time had elapsed. (This video is in three parts)

My Captor came back and uncuffed me, though left me blindfolded, and left my ankles tied. He then told me to give him ten minutes, where I could take off the blindfold and untie my ankles. He also told me he would be watching, and he knew I was horny, but I was not allowed to get myself off for the next 12 hours, and said he had a way of knowing if I cheated. My Captor left. I did allow ten minutes where I took off the blindfold, then untied my ankles. I walked out into the Great Room, and he was gone. The room was still clean, and he even threw the empty beer bottles in the recycling bin. To this day, I have no clue who my Captor was, but after looking back, for some reason I did feel safe. It was always the home invasion scene I wanted to do.