THE FIRST STRAIGHT JACKET RIDE

(I was the one tied up. I decided to use these pics to write this amusing little story in the first person)

My name is Nate. I attend a Community College and am in my second year. Being my Dad got transferred right after I started College, so I could finish up where I started, my Dad and Mom agreed to pay for an apartment in the town we were living in. I live alone in a pretty nice apartment, and even a pretty nice and reliable car. I am young, good looking, have lots of friends, enjoy sports, and do well in school. I often like to hang out in the library, as I consider the acquisition of knowledge a hobby. I also like adventure and thrills, and love White Water Rafting and Theme Parks with fast roller coasters. In fact, the faster, the better.

I have a thing for Converse Sneakers, especially high tops, and I own four pair. My parents and my friends know that I am a sneaker fiend. What they do not know, is that I also love bondage. I love seeing pictures of guys tied up, especially if they are clothed and wearing sneakers because, it reminds me so much of a kidnapping. Every time I think of bondage, I get hard. A friend tied me up a few times, and I got hard. I watched him tease my cock, but nothing more came of this, and I wanted something more. 

In one of my classes there was a guy named Rick. He was about four years older than I was. Rick went into the Army right out of high school and served four years. After being discharged, Rick went to work full time, but decided he wanted to do more with his life, so he decided to take a part time job and go to school full time. Rick had a lot of money saved up, and being he decided to start at a Community College, then transfer to a four year university to save money. Rick was good looking, about six feet, weighing about 155 pounds, with blue eyes and beach blond hair. Rick was now working toward a degree in Business, and while he had a lot of fun, he did take his school work very seriously. As Rick and I hung around together more, we spent more time together. Rick had invited me to his apartment to hang out a few times, and we really hit it off. Finally, I turned 21, and Rick took me to a bar. Being it was the middle of the week, the bar was pretty empty, and we found a corner booth where we could sit, talk and drink. With no one else around, Rick told me about his Army days and overseas deployments. Rick said that when they were deployed overseas, they could not drink, and there no women were not around. Being they were in a dangerous zone, they were not allowed to wander off the base, except in groups, and only when they were taking care of army business, and then they were heavily armed, so the guys had to fend for entertainment in their off time. They resorted to tying up each other using rope and duct tape. Rick was tied up and tied up guys, and Rick actually liked tying up guys better, but was into both. After several more beers and shots, we summoned an UBER, to take us back to each of our apartments. 

A few days later, Rick came over. I asked him some questions about his bondage fun he had in the Army, he said he loved it, and would love for someone to be able to tie up and play with, and occasionally tie him up and play with him. Rick told me that while he cruised bondage web sites and talked to guys, he found out that most of them were nothing but fakes and flakes. Rick went on to tell me that he had a massage table, a leather hood, some rope and restraints, some vibrators, and he said he also found a hospital canvas posey hospital straight jacket that he had just bought. Both of us were getting aroused. I then told Rick about my thing for Converse Sneakers and bondage. I went on to tell him that I was tied up a few times, but I wanted a scene where I could not escape, and I wanted to be played with, but I wanted to shoot into my Levi's jeans or overalls, wearing Converse high top sneakers that would stay on the whole time. At this point, I knew Rick about six months, and we totally trusted each other. Rick told me that I he would do that for me, but he also wanted to play a little game. He said the game would start with a text to set up the scene tomorrow afternoon, and we agreed to do it. 

The next day, I was sitting on the floor in the library, reading a book on Nano Electronics. I was wearing denim overalls, a white tee shirt, a pair of thin black ankle socks, and my blue High Top Converse. I heard a buzz on my phone. I checked and saw a text message from Rick.

RICK: I can see you on the floor in the library, and you look nice.

NATE: Thanks

RICK: What are you doing this afternoon?

NATE: Just some reading, but nothing else planned.

RICK: You know, you would look hot tied up wearing that outfit. 

RICK: I know you want to be tied up in that outfit and those kicks, blindfolded and played with.

NATE: Dam, you just got me hard.

RICK: Are you down for this?

NATE: ABSOLUTELY!

RICK: Meet me at the apartment at 4:30.

NATE: See u then.

I would only take about ten minutes to get to Rick's apartment, and it was already 3:45. I hung out for about another half an hour wondering what would come next. Finally, it was time to head to Rick's apartment.  

I arrived at Rick's apartment. He answered the door and greeted me. He was wearing a pair of tight Levi's, a tee shirt, a pair of black and white Vans Checkerboard sneakers with black socks. He invited me in and closed the door. Rick told me that I looked hot, and I told him that he did to. Rick said lets get stoned first, it will enhance the fun. Rick got out some pot and the bong, and we each took about four hits off the bong Both of us were now getting stoned. Rick asked if I was ready, and I told him that I was I took off my jacket, and Rick put me into the straight jacket. I was instantly hard inside my overalls that I was wearing going commando. Rick then used a blindfold and duct taped it into place. He then put me into a leather hood, and tightened it up. Headphones were added for White Noise, and I was laid back on the table. 

Rick then secured each ankle, then took four straps and secured them to my upper body. He then took the remaining four straps and secured the rest of my body to the table. I tested out the restraints and they were perfect. This was always the scene I wanted. Rick then told me to relax, and he would be back in a bit. Rick left then closed the door.

I don't know how much time elapsed, but the pot had me nice and relaxed. My cock was rock hard inside of my overalls, and my feet were feeling nice and tingly and sweaty inside my Converse. I was pulling against the restraints, resting, pulling against the restraints, resting. I don't know how long this went on for but I was enjoying this.

Rick came back, and fed more four more hits off a joint. By now I was nice and stoned and relaxed on the pot. He then pinched off one nostril and fed me two popper hits. He did the same with the other nostril. Between the pot and poppers I was now getting tingly and sleepy, let alone extremely horny. Rick and I agreed that he could take pictures as well.

 

Rick started by massaging me through the straight jacket, then my legs, my feet through my sneakers, then my cock. I don't know how long this went on for, but I was enjoying this. This was pure pleasure. Rick then took out an assortment of vibrators and used them on my cock. This was getting me aroused. Rick was reading me like a book. He could get me close and stop, get me close and stop, get me close and stop. I was torn, because I wanted to shoot into my overalls, but I did not want the scene to end. Throughout all of this Rick continued to feed me pot and poppers, and with the White Noise, I was loving my fantasy being turned into reality.

They play suddenly stopped. Rick fed me two more hits of a joint, then gagged me with duct tape. Rick then took a blanket, draped it over my body and secured it with rope. I could also feel the Converse High Tops on my feet, and now I was so securely tied that  I was in a nice bondage prison. I was squirming and moaning, but I knew this was the scene I always wanted, and still rock hard. Between the pot and poppers, I was totally in my headspace and off into another world. Rick then pinched the left side of my neck hard. I felt like it was some sort of injection. My toes curled inside of my Converse and I pulled against the straight jacket and restraints, and suddenly fell asleep.

Rick could now see I was in a nice twilight sleep. Rick then broke out the heavy duty vibrator, and started using it on my cock. He kept getting me close and stopping, getting me close and stopping, getting me close and stopping, in the meanwhile feeding me poppers to make sure I was high and horny. At this point, all I knew was this was a combination of pleasure and torment as I was being controlled with no way out. I was so relaxed and so rock hard, I didn't want out.

I started to wake up some. Rick fed me two more popper hits, and I fell back into a light sleep. My body and feet were tingly, and Rick was hard at work with the vibrator. Rick was reading me like a book, and each time I would start to take up, Rick would feed me more poppers, where I would fall back into a light sleep. Throughout, I could feel my myself pulling against the straight jacket and restraints and my toes curling inside my Converse Sneakers. I had no idea how long this part of the scene went on, but it felt like hours. Rick had looked at the clock, and saw I was tied up under the blanket for almost two hours. He decided it was time. As I woke up, more popper hits were fed, and I felt back into my nice light sleep. The fun with the vibrators went on a while longer, when suddenly, in my semi conscious state, I pulled against the straight jacket and restraints hard, felt my toes curl inside my Converse sneakers, then felt something very wet inside my overalls. At this point, I knew I shot, and it was awesome, but Rick was not done. As I was still in a semi conscious state, Rick continued to work with the vibrators and suddenly I shot again. Rick wanted to see if there was a third load, and in short order there was.

Rick finally stopped, but left me tied up and gagged to cool for awhile. Rick left the room. As I started to wake up, I was still hard. By now the inside of my overalls were soaked with cum. I squirmed and moaned more, then suddenly, I shot a forth load into my overalls.

Rick then came back and took the blanket off. He took the gag off and undid the restraints. He sat me up and took off the hood. He then helped me over to the chair so I could sit and relax. Rick got me a bottle of water, and I just sat and relaxed for about a half an hour.

Rick told me I was tied up for four and a half hours. Rick asked me what I thought, and I told him it was the scene I better than I imagined. I always wanted to be restrained and played with to climax, but the pot and poppers along with the White Noise totally enhanced the whole experience. I told him I liked the three times I shot and didn't know I had shot my load because I was so high, and the forth time with the hands free orgasm was totally awesome as well. I told Rick that anyone who has never been tied up and played with should at least try it because they will experience the best orgasms of their lives, and they will be totally relaxed in the end.

Rick gave me a pair of shorts to wear, so we could wash my overalls. We ordered pizza and when the pizza arrived sat around and ate the pizza and drank some soda. Rick also gave me a pair of shorts so Rick had me spend the night. 

The next morning I told Rick that I had so much fun. Rick said he would love to do it again. Over the next year, Rick tied me up several more times, and I tied up Rick several times. Each scene was better than the last, whether I was the one who was tied up, or Rick was the one who was tied up. 

CAPTURED AFTER A WORK ZOOM CALL

Myself and a work cohort working from my house, and we had just completed drafting the contract for a large two year project for a long time client. We had a Zoom call with the client to discuss the contract, which the agreed with and they said that they would sign the contract tomorrow.  Being we had to look presentable for the Zoom Call, I wore a pair of Levi's Jeans with my white High Top Converse Sneakers, a button down shirt and a tie. My work cohort who is also a bondage and Converse fiend wore the same thing. After the Zoom Call was completed, and our work was done for the day, we decided it was time to get tied up, and we flipped a coin. I was the lucky one to get tied up. It's always fun to have a work friend who likes the same things you do. 

WE HAVE YOU NOW

Well, we have you tied up and gagged. We have made our ransom demands to your Boss. He must like you because he agreed to pay up. In the meantime, there is no escape.  You think this is a standard walk in closet, but, behind that sheetrock are reinforced concrete walls, floor and ceiling which was built to withstand Hurricane's and Tornados. When we close the door, there is a second door which is steel reinforced, and locks. Once we have the money, we will come back and release you.

 

(I was the photo bondage subject)

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TWO FRIENDS TIE EACH OTHER UP

(Bobby and I are friends. We have known each other since our Junior Year of College. Though the years, Bobby and I tied each other up and got each other off, but nothing real heavy. One day Bobby ties me up after I come home from work, though nothing heavy. Bobby said after that scene that he is ready to do a heavy bondage scene with me. Read the story and see the pics as to what happens).

One day I took the motorcycle to work. As I was leaving, it looked like it was going to rain, so I had put on the denim jacket. I then put on the rain pants over the Levi's Jeans I wore to work. I then put on the rain jacket over the denim jacket and tucked in the jacket. I could not find the rubber covers that would go over my sneakers, so I opened up my desk drawer, and found my scuba boots in the desk. Being the sneakers were fairly new, I did not want to run the risk of them getting wet and dirty, so I took off the sneakers and socks, and put on the scuba boots. I thought, well, in the event of an accident, they will not protect my feet or ankles much, and my feet will get wet though the boots, but at least my feet would get warm once the boots were wet. I then locked my sneakers and socks up in the desk and left.

I started to ride home, and the traffic was lighter than normal, so I got home pretty quick, beating the rain. A friend of mine Bobby who is also into bondage was visiting on business. Bobby and I had tied each other up, but nothing to heavy. I knew Bobby was staying in a hotel, but I felt I could trust him, so I gave him the combination to open the garage door so he could get in the house. Bobby had arived, and already had the garage door open when I got home. He was sitting in the garage, having a beer. I pulled in the garage and parked the motorcycle. Bobby got up, and had a set of wrist restraints with a lock in his hands. He went on to tell me that I would look good tied up in that outfit. Being I knew and trusted Bobby, and decided to go along so Bobby told me to put my hands behind my back. While I was still sitting on the motorcycle he secured a restraint to each wrist, then locked the restraints together. For about twenty minutes, I was sitting on the motorcycle being told not to move, while he finished his beer.  During this time, the garage door was open, though fortunately, none of my neighbors saw me.

Bobby then closed the garage door, and unlocked the restraints, so I could get off the motorcycle. He then paraded me over to the garage door, and locked the restraints together again in front of me, and made me stand in front of the garage door for ten minutes.

Bobby then took me and sat me on the garage door, telling me not to touch myself. He said he was going to get another beer, but went in the house and turned off the garage light to leave me simmer. I felt myself getting quite aroused, and my feet were feeling nice and sweaty inside the scuba boots. 

 

I don't know how much time had elapsed, but Bobby came back and turned on the light. He could see I was aroused but planned to deny me pleasure. By now, I was really hard and my feet were real sweaty inside the scuba boots. My head was starting to get sweaty inside the motorcycle helmet. He picked me up off the floor and moved me to a chair, where he roped my ankles together, then pushed the chair against the wall. Even though my wrists were still tied in front of me he had the chair propped against the wall with me leaning back. I could not shove the chair forward to get it to level out, and with my hands now over my knees, I was not able to touch my cock. Bobby said he would be back, then went into the house and turned off the light.

I think about another forty five minutes had elapsed, but I was not sure. My cock was hard, and got even harder every time I moved my sweaty feet inside my scuba boots. By now, my shirt was soaked with sweat, as I was wearing a denim jacket underneath, and my head was all sweaty inside my helmet. This was getting me even more horny and aroused. After a few more minutes, I felt the great sensation and relief, and my Levis were now wet, but with cum. I did not let out any moans, as I did not want Bobby to know I had a nice hands free orgasm. I sat there in relief, now wanting to be untied, but I was at the mercy of my friend. I guess another fifteen or twenty minutes had elapsed. Finally, Bobby came back to the garage and turned on the light, and saw I was still in the position he left me in. He undid my wrists and the rope off my ankles. I stood up and took off the helmet. He then had me take off the rain pants, and he saw the wet spot inside my Levi's. Bobby asked how I liked being tied up and the hands free orgasm, and I told him I loved it. I told him that when I came home, I was not expecting any bondage. Bobby then bought me a body of water so I could rehydrate. 

When we went into the house. Bobby had already started cooking dinner. I went and took a shower and put on clean clothes. After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen, then went and watched a movie.

As we talked, we decided that being we had tied each other up a few times, and though it was nothing heavy, perhaps, we should start getting into heavier scenes, and he would trust me enough to be a willing participant. 

The next morning Bobby had to leave. I told him I loved the bondage, even though it was not extreme, any bondage is still better than no bondage. Bobby said he was dead serious about wanting an extreme bondage session by me where he would be the one tied up. He said he would be back in a few weeks, and this time arrange to stay through a Friday night. 

The day before Bobby arrived, he called me and said he was ready to be the captured guy in a heavy bondage scene. I asked Bobby if he wanted to tell me about the scene I had in mind, he told me no, he wanted everything to be a surprise.

Bobby arrived around 3:00 Friday afternoon. He opened the garage door, and saw the car was in the garage, but the motorcycle was gone. Bobby left the door opened, and I got home about twenty minutes later. I parked the motorcycle, and took off my helmet. Bobby was sitting there having a bottle of Pepsi. I asked Bobby if he wanted me to tell him about the scene I had in mind, and he said no, he wanted a total surprise in a heavy bondage scene. Bobby was wearing a pair of Levi's, a tee shirt with a light hoodie, a pair of black Asics Wrestling shoes and white socks. For some reason he had the Levi's cuffed at the ankles. I told him to wait in the garage, while I went and got a few things ready. 

I went into the bedroom, closed the door and set some things up. I pulled a massage table that I had borrowed from a friend out from underneath the bed. I got out the leather hood, ankle restraints, ropes, a blanket and some vibrators. Bobby knew I had a straight jacket, but he had never seen it. I took the leather hood and the straight jacket, though left the straight jacket in the laundry room.  I went into the garage, and asked Bobby if he was ready and he said he was. I then put him into the leather hood, and cinched it up tight so all of the light was blocked out. I pulled the hoodie up over the leather hood and tied that off tight. Bobby said to me this was nice, and asked if he was getting handcuffed or I was using rope. I told him to shut up, as he was the one who wanted a surprise scene. I told him to hold his arms straight out and I slid the straight jacket on to him. I placed the arms in the proper position and strapped them into place. I then secured the rest of straight jacket, to include the crotch strap. Once the straight jacket was secured, I then went and pulled each strap even tighter. Bobby asked me if he was in a straight jacket, and I told him he was. I told him that I had been tied up in several times as I only had it a few months, but told him he was the first person to be tied up in it. I sat him on the stairs of the garage to let him get used to the jacket. After about twenty minutes, I asked him how he felt, and told him if he felt really uncomfortable, I would take him out of the straight jacket. Bobby told me no that he wanted a heavy scene that was full of surprises.

I then took Bobby to the bedroom, where I had him lean on the massage table. I had helped him get into position laying back on the table. Bobby was rock hard and aroused, but I was just getting started. I then put the headphones on and started playing Pink Floyd. Throughout the scene, I would alternate the music between Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin. 

With Bobby now laid back on the table, I used the restraints on his ankles then some rope to secure the restraints and ankles to the table. At this point, I left Bobby for about fifteen minutes so he could ponder his predicament.  

About fifteen minutes later, I returned. I then took out the eight straps and carefully placed them over his body, securing each strap one at a time. Once each strap was in place, I then pulled each strap very tight, but not tight enough to cut off circulation. Bobby told me this was awesome. I started tapping his cock though his Levis very lightly with a wooden spoon, and this got him quite aroused as I could see him squirming through the straps, and him telling me this was the scene he always wanted. After teasing him for about twenty minutes, I left him alone for about another half an hour. 

When I came back, I could see Bobby nice and relaxed and in his head space. I had a rolled joint, and had him inhale four hits. I left him alone for about another five or ten minutes, and when I returned, he was now not only horny but high and horny. He said this just keeps getting better, and asked if I had any poppers, and I told him I did. As I reached into the dresser drawer to pull out the poppers, I told him that would be the last thing he said. I gave him a popper hit in each nostril, then duct taped his mouth shut. 

I could see he was quite aroused and wanted to be played with but I just kept feeding him poppers, watching him squirm and moan. Having been in this position myself, I knew he wanted to be played with and shoot, but I was not about to let that happen, at least not yet. Remember back in the garage, he had me tied up and left me to my devices.

By now, he had been tied up about an hour and a half, and I wanted to make him suffer for about another half an hour. I used more duct tape on his mouth, then gave him some more poppers. I then took the blanket, draped it over his body, then used more rope to secure him to the table. 

Being Bobby left me to my devices, I was really going to make him squirm. I took out the heavy duty vibrator and started using it on his cock. I could start to read him like a book, where I could get him close then stop. I would continue to do this for the next forty minutes. I knew he was close, so unlike what he did to me, I was going to help him express himself, but he would be shooting his load into his Levi's. After about another five minutes I could hear this loud moan and saw him pulling against the restraints hard. After a minute I stopped and took of the headphones and asked him if he had shot. He nodded his head yes. I was not done. I put the headphones and gave him two more popper hits and started with the vibrator again. Bobby was begging me through the gag to stop, but I just ignored him, and finally he let out another loud moan. I could tell he shot into his Levi's again. I continued with the vibrator some more but he was begging me to stop, so I relented. I would not tease his cock any longer but I knew he wanted out, and left him there for about another twenty minutes.

I then came back and untied him. I sat him up on the table, took of the headphones and hood. I then helped him out of the straight jacket, then helped him over to the bed where I gave him a bottle of water. 

After about 20 minutes, he had regrouped, and I asked him what he thought, and he said WOW, that was the best orgasm he ever had.

Bobby then jumped into the shower, and instead of me cooking dinner, I took him out for dinner. On the way to dinner in the car, we talked about the bondage. Bobby told me that while our earlier scenes with bondage that were not heavy, there were still fun and while each of us did have a nice bondage release, Bobby said this was the ultimate. Bobby said we will have to do many more of these scenes going forward. 

We arrived at the restaurant, had dinner and a lot of drinks. We wound up taking an UBER back to the house. The next afternoon, Bobby had to leave, but drove me to the restaurant so I could get my car. 

For the next two years, whether Bobby was getting tied, or I was getting tied, we always used the straight jacket. Each of us while tied up in the straight jacket always had awesome orgasms. Unfortunately, Bobby took a job with another company, and was moving to California. While we did occasionally talk, we were not able to see each other as schedules always conflicted. I knew that Bobby was bi, and actually met a female who was into bondage. They wound up getting married by a Justice of the Peace. Bobby and his new wife wound up moving to Alaska. I never heard from Bobby again, though I know we enjoyed all of our scenes together.

** I was the subject tied up for all of these pictures. 

Ramsomdude

I have been talking to this really cool guy on Recon named Ransomdude on Recon. He is from the United Kingdom and like me, he is a bondage and sneaker fiend. He also has an awesome twitter feed, Ransomdude Twitter Feed. He was kind enough to let me select a few pictures from his twitter feed to post here. Of course, being the total bondage and sneaker fiend that he is, he would love to hear from you. Both of the links to his Recon profile and twitter feed are posted above.