Tied to the Bedposts


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Dave's Self-Bondage doesn't go the way he planned.

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Tied to the Bedposts

I
At 3o Dave was a firm believer in the fact that he was indeed old 
enough to know better, but still young enough to proceed anyway.  
This was what was going through his mind as he stretched open a 
green elastrator band to place around his nuts so he could lay out 
on his bed spread eagle in his self-bondage game.  He had done this 
only one time before but he was already positive he was addicted.  
It was the game that he really enjoyed.  The feeling of the band 
slowly crushing his testicles while he struggled helplessly, 
waiting for rescue.  It was a game his wife Teri did not enjoy.  In 
fact it drove her crazy.  How could a grown man so responsible as 
Dave do something so dangerous?  At first the idea excited her but 
so many things could go wrong that she flatly refused to play along 
a second time.  Dave however, was convinced that when Teri got the 
call she’d spring into action.  So Dave lay back on the bed and 
picked up the phone.  
“You’ve reached an Arch Voice – Display Pager” the message said 
“Please enter a numeric message on your key pad or press One to 
leave a voice message.”
Smiling at the humor of picturing Teri having to excuse herself 
from an executive meeting and driving home against rush hour 
traffic in a frantic rage, Dave pushed one on the phone.
“Hi Teri, its me.  I’ve gone ‘code-blue again’, I’d appreciate it 
if you tried to come home early today, say sometime in the next 
hour.  See you soon love…”
Dave smiled again.  The message was short, to the point and would 
drive Teri mad.  Now, it was time to get down to business.  Moving 
to the end of the bed Dave picked up the banding pliers and fitted 
the band around his testicles.  Then, before releasing the band, he 
slid from behind the front half of a very snug fitting faux-leather 
thong which had clips on the side waistbands allowing it to be put 
on or removed with ease.  Once the thong was carefully maneuvered 
through the band he closed each of the side clasps fitting it 
snugly over his groin area.  One quick flip and snap.  The band 
popped loose and tightly into place around his nuts holding them 
snugly against the thong.  Delicious Dave thought as he took his 
place on the bed and reached for his blindfold and ball-gag.  
Taking four lengths of rope he tied small slipknots in both ends. 
Dave then firmly attached one end of each rope around his tightly 
held testicles just below the band and under the tight fitting 
thong with two loose ends going towards the head board and two 
loose ends going towards the foot board.  At this point it was easy 
to feed them through a decorative slot on each of the four 
bedposts.  Looping an ankle into each of the loose ends he then 
paused to put on his blind-fold and ball-gag, assuring that each 
was on so tight as to be impossible to rub off.  With a 
satisfactory tug against his leg bonds which pulled tightly on his 
now very encircled balls he laid back and put his arms up into the 
spread-eagle position and carefully felt along each of the two 
remaining ropes to assure their proper placement.  Dave reached 
over and using his left hand guided his right wrist into the 
slipknot on the bedpost and pulled the knot tight.  Perfect he 
thought.  He was just carefully twisting his left wrist into his 
final knot “the point of no return” when the phone rang.  
“Sorry Teri,” he mumbled into his gag, “Dave’s all tied up right 
now,” as he pulled his left wrist tightly enough to close the 
slipknot assuring that he could not pull his wrist out again.  One 
final tug made sure that all of his leg and arm ties where securely 
fastened through the bedposts, doubled back, anchored firmly to his 
helpless balls.  Everything was set and he breathed a sigh of 
relief at the dull, wonderful pain.

II
The phone had rang its third ring and would have been diverted to 
voice mail any second when Andy picked up the receiver. 
“Hello,” he said slightly out of breath from his effort.
“Hello Andy, it’s me, Tina, is Beth home?”
“No, Tina, I’m sorry, Beth isn’t home.  Is there anything I can 
do?  You sound upset.”
“Listen, Andy, my car has a flat and its going to be over 90 
minutes for the auto club to get here.”
“Do you want me to come pick you up or get a message to Dave?  
Dave’s at work, right?”
“Well, no, apparently he came home early today.  Andy, I know you 
have to leave to work soon but I need you for a very big favor?”
“Sure, Tina, you and Dave are the best friends Beth and I could 
possibly have, you name it.”

III
Dave took a deep breath through his nose.  He was sweating and 
approaching a full-blown panic.  How could Tina not have come home 
he wondered.  We knew in the back of his mind that she wouldn’t 
have just abandoned him to the cruel elastrator's fate.  But where 
was she.  Dave had never been good at estimating time, but he 
guessed it had been over 40 minutes since he had put the elastrator 
band on.  He could tell it was doing its job very efficiently 
because the pain was slowly approaching unbearable.  Where was 
Tina? If she didn’t come home soon it would be too late anyway.  
She’d come home to a eunuch husband sheepishly tied to her bed.   
Panic set in again and Dave twisted his wrist violently against the 
slipknots holding them tight.  Hopefully as his wrists became 
sweatier he’d be lucky enough to slip one of them out.  He tried 
screaming into his gag.  Maybe Andy, his neighbor, would hear him 
as he was leaving for work.  Why, he thought, did he secure the 
blindfold and gag so tight.  If only he could peak at his hands 
surely he’d be able to free one of them.  But as hard as he pulled 
and squirmed his ropes held fast.  Underscoring his dilemma was the 
fact that he had gone the extra mile and secured his wrist and 
ankle ties to his own now very trapped testicles.  Wave after wave 
of panic hit him now as twisted and turned hoping to gain some 
ground in his attempts to free himself.  And then the front door 
opened.  He screamed in panic and relief for Tina and then relaxed 
his attempts at freedom to wait.  Tina didn’t come.  Instead she 
walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.  The fridge 
closed and the footsteps came back into the main hallway 
downstairs.  Dave was listening like a deer hiding in a thicket; 
his heart was racing so fast he thought it would explode.  The 
footsteps downstairs where too heavy to be Tina’s.  Tina had left 
that morning wearing small pink and white flats.  The footsteps in 
the hall where made by large work boots.  Someone else was in his 
house.  A new wave of panic struck him and Dave pulled, tugged and 
twisted against his bonds.  The boots where coming up the stairs.  
What was that?  Someone opened what sounded like a beer.  Pain and 
confusion racked Dave’s mind as someone, not his wife Tina, entered 
his bedroom drank one of his beers, and witnessed his most 
embarrassing moment ever.  He was amazed at how naked and violated 
he felt at a stranger’s presence and again screamed and fought with 
all of his strength.  Dave mumbled into his gag thinking that 
perhaps the stranger would free him.  But the stranger did not 
move.  She or he just stood there, watching.  Then whoever it was 
made a move towards the bed.  Dave felt a large hand suddenly grip 
his trapped balls roughly and give them a good shake.  The hand 
then reached up and unclipped the sides of the thong exposing his 
cock and extremely blue balls.  To Dave’s surprise the rough, 
strong hand started rolling down what could only be a condom.  
“What the f*** is going on?” he mumbled?
But the hand simply finished rolling down the condom and then 
started stroking his penis.  Dave fought against the stranger and 
again attempted to free his hands but his groin area was on fire 
and the pain had started up his abdomen.  Suddenly the fight was 
gone and he froze again in fear, fear and excitement.  The hand 
continued to stroke him.  The more the hand continued it’s long 
slow motion the harder and more excited he became.  The more 
excited he became the harder and more engorged his cock became.  
Slowly he released himself to his excitement and he started pumping 
against the hand as far as his bonds would allow him.  The pain was 
momentarily forgotten as he continued to pump again and again.  
Eventually he exploded with the most intense orgasm he had ever 
had, biting into his ball gag until his teeth hurt.  The hand 
stopped stroking but Dave pumped a few more times against it until 
finally the hand moved away.  Embarrassed again about his nakedness 
and what just happened Dave screamed into his gag again and stared 
fighting to free his hands.  It was then that Dave felt the cold 
blade against his testicles.  His movement ceased as he held 
completely still not wanting to cut himself.  The blades moved 
slowly against his cool, blue balls and dug deep against his dying 
sack.  POP!  A flood of release and white burning pain entered Dave 
as the blood flow returned to his testicles.  The elastrator band 
had been cut off.  Carefully the hands removed the spent condom.  
But then, to Dave’s surprise, they replaced the thong and re-
clipped the sides.  Dave mumbled, pleaded and fought to get free 
but the boots turned in his room and started down the stairs.  Dave 
listened as the front door opened and closed and he was again left 
alone.  Naked, humiliated and still very much secured by his own 
ingenious ties that continued to anchor him firmly him through the 
bedposts to his testicles.  The elastrator band, however, had been 
removed, allowing some additional time before any permanent damage 
set in.
‘What the f*** is going on?” he mumbled again.

IV
Dave could tell it was Tina this time immediately as she entered 
the door.  The familiar sound of her keys and purse being flung on 
the hallway table filled him with relief.  She called out before 
she had even closed the door.
“Dave? Dave are you still here?”
Dave screamed into his ball gag hoping she would hear him but she 
was already on her way up the stairs.  Tina quickly flung open the 
door and spotted Dave.  She was overcome with emotion and fell to 
the side of the bed kissing him and stating how sorry she was that 
she hadn’t made it home sooner.  She quickly explained about the 
flat while cradling his head tightly.  But for some reason she 
still hadn’t untied him.  Instead she moved her hand down and 
gently messaged Dave’s tightly encircled testicles that where 
bulging out through the thong.  Dave felt a pinch as she tugged the 
cut elastrator band free.  Tina then proceeded to explore each of 
the ropes holding Dave in place with her fingertips, giving each 
rope an experimental tug.  
Tina suddenly stood up and said,  “don’t move, I’ll be right 
back.”  And bounded from the room.  Dave noticed a very mischievous 
schoolgirl air in her voice as she bounced away.  It was only a 
moment later when she called up from the kitchen,
“Honey, there’s a note on the fridge, It reads ‘Tina, thanks for 
the beer.  Maybe I’ll stop by on my way home from work and pick up 
your flat tire.  I can get it repaired tomorrow.’  Honey, did Andy 
stop by?”

To be continued…
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