One night I was upstairs in the bedroom, getting things laid out for the next day. It was a little after seven in the evening when I heard some noise down stairs, I went to investigate. I found this boy going through my desk in the den. I came up behind him, put him in a head lock and told him not to make a sound. He agreed. I noticed when he saw the straight jacket on the futon, I also saw he got rock hard through his jeans. Observing that, I knew I had someone who liked to be tied up. I asked him his name, and he said it was Doug. I told Doug to stand up while I searched him. I tossed his wallet, car keys and phone onto my desk. I also found a half a marijuana joint in his pocket. Being he was searched, and I found no weapons, I felt more secure and more relaxed to take control of the situation, I told Doug that I had seen him eyeballing my straight jacket and observed that he got rock hard inside his jeans. I asked Doug if he liked to be tied up and played with by guys, and he told me he did. He also told me he loves to be tied up where he can't escape. Seeing this Boy wearing jeans, a tee shirt, and a pair of Adidas Combat Speed Wrestling Shoes, and being the sneaker and bondage fiend that I am, I told Doug he had two choices. He could be trussed up in the straight jacket and be my plaything, or I call the Cops, and he gets arrested and goes to jail.
Doug wisely chose being the bondage boy. I again reinforced to him, that he was to be my obedient plaything, or I call the Cops, and he said he would obey. The next order of business was I told him to get his phone,and change his voice mail to this. "Hi, it's Doug. I can't get to the phone right now as I am all tied up, so leave me a message, and I will call you back". We played back the voice mail, and it was perfect. I then instructed Doug to smoke the rest of his joint, and he gladly complied. It was not only nice to have a plaything, but one who is stoned.
Once he finished the joint, I secured him in the straight jacket, I paraded him out to the garage, then ball gagged him. I then placed him on the massage table, secured and strapped each ankle to the table. I then took six more straps and secured him to the table. I told him again he was going to be my plaything, where I would tease and torment him for three hours. I told him if he did not want to do this, I would call the Cops to come by and pick him up. Being in a straight jacket strapped to the massage table, I already had the suspect in custody. Doug wisely agreed. Doug watched me secure him to the table, then start to use the light and heavy duty vibrators on his hard cock. He was squirming in his bonds and moaning into the gag. I was keeping him on the edge.
I knew the pot had kicked in and I decided that Doug had seen enough so on went the blindfold and the headphones to play binural beats. Over the next two and a half hours, he would be poppered up, teased and edged through his jeans using a light and heavy duty vibrator on and off. During this time, I would stop for a while, go into the house and leave him to simmer about his situation. About an hour and fifteen minutes into this scene, he pulled against the restraints, moaned, and shot into his jeans. It was time for him to simmer for a bit, so I went into the house. About twenty minutes later, I came back out and started teasing Doug again through his jeans with both vibrators. I got him close and stopped. This went on for about another twenty five minutes, when again, he pulled against the straps, moaned into his gag, and shot into his jeans a second time.
He already shot into his jeans twice. I briefly took the headphones off, and told him he already shot twice, and he now needed to be milked. He shook his head "yes", and I put the headphones back on. I fed him some more poppers and took his cock out of his jeans. I then grabbed the fleshlight and started to go to work on his cock. By now, about two and one half hours had elapsed. In short order, he pulled against the restraints and straight jacket moaned into the gag and shot into the fleshlight. Once this happened I needed to see if he had another load in him, and in about five minutes he shot for a forth time. At this point, I felt he had "partially paid his dues". I cleaned him up and left him tied up to rest for about another twenty minutes.
After a little more than three hours, I untied him, but to make sure he understood I meant business and he was still not free to go, so he spent the next two hours hog tied to the massage table.
By now, Doug had been tied up for a little over five hours. I released him from the hog tie. He told me that he really did like the bondage, he thanked me for not calling the Cops. I asked him whether it was better to be my plaything, or a plaything in the County Jail. He assured me that it was not only better to be my plaything as he was deathly afraid of going to jail. He assured me he was leaving town, so I let him leave. Doug must have been true to his word, as I never saw him around the neighborhood or around town again. I guess he felt that five hours in my custody was better than custody in the County Jail. I realized that the guy that broke into my house was a bondage lover, though for some reason I never did ask him why he chose my house to break into.
