S o, the night
began well. We've had improved warmer weather lately.
I arrived at the spot in my nylon flight suit, with a
layer of vinyl gear underneath. For those who don't know,
I love vinyl! It didn't take long for the vinyl and nylon
flight suit to generate some generous body heat.
I walked around the lot, hard every moment, hoping someone
would show up. But I also realized the kind of scene I
was after was difficult to coordinate (an all out kidnapping
off the street). Lessons learned for next time, but I
had to try. As I strolled about smoking a cigarette, the
sweat was building under my gear. I was stroking the nylon
and my hard-on was just pulsing, waiting for anything
to happen. The nylon was making that classic sound as
my hand rubbed across it. It's the only sound that only
nylon can make.
I decided to put on my leather wrist
restraints in case someone wanted to take quick advantage.
With the clips on them already, it would literally be
a "snap" to
bind me.
After a few moments of pacing about, I noticed something
moving in the shrubs next to the parking lot. I glanced
closer and noticed someone crouched low with no hair.
Skinhead or gang banger? Friend of foe? His presence was
obvious and we both knew it. I continued to stroll around
a bit wondering about what was to happen.
I walked back behind the lot and walked through a small
field adjacent to the lot. A perfect location for thugs
to hide out and not be seen. Maybe someone was back here.
As I continued through the field, there was no one in
sight. I exited the field further down and circled back
towards my truck.
As I approached my truck, the figure I had seen before
was walking towards me. I couldn't make him out in the
shadows and I was on a path I couldn't turn around from.
As soon as we passed each other, shoulder to shoulder,
he spun around, grabbed my arms, and clipped my restraints
together behind my back.
We moved to a small dead tree sticking straight up in
this little field. He hooked my wrist restraints behind
the tree and then noticed a small bag I was carrying with
me. (I like to come prepared in case others don't). I
was surprised he was curious about it, but thankful, too.
Inside the bag were cut lengths of rope and duct tape.
 He began taking the duct tape and wrapping
me repeatedly to the tree. He started at my ankles. I
could feel the tape slowly wind around the quilting of
the nylon flight suit and firmly hold me in place. Then
he repeated it around my legs, then my chest and then
my arms. Each wrapping securing me tighter. Words cannot
describe the erotic thrill of being trapped. Add to that
the sensation of layer after layer being applied. There
are no drugs that give me this euphoria. Layer after layer.
You could wrap me completely, but still each application
continues to build on a mental high. Imagine the feeling,
sweating in vinyl and a tight nylon flight over that.
Imagine that...
After the duct tape, came the rope. In a few moments,
I was taped and bound to the tree. All the contents of
the bag emptied. He took the bag and slipped it over my
head so I couldn't see. His hands started feeling the
nylon flight suit. And I could feel the pressure of my
bondage holding my still. Duct tape and rope holding me
firmly. His hands moved around, slipping inside the flight
suit and gliding over the vinyl. Then he discovered the
two-way zipper on the suit. He zipped the suit up, keeping
the heat and sweat inside, totally nailing my type of
scene...
Still sealed inside and sweating, he opened the bottom
zipper a bit from the crotch and pulled out my dick. He
started carressing my cock that was already raging hard.
His other hand reached up, feeling the nylon. Occasionally,
he put his arm across my chest and leaned into me. I could
feel his strength. Then, he would place his hand over
my mouth and nose, smothering me under the bag, watching
me squirm and sweat as he stroked my cock.
The bag opened briefly, allowing his hand to reach under
and up towards my nose... He had a bottle of poppers.
I took a deep breath and seconds later, my mind was gone.
He pulled out some lube and oiled up my cock as he starting
to jack me off. It kept building and buildiing. Another
whiff of poppers and then he leaned his arm across my
chest, pressing his weight on mine. Something about that
sent me flying. The bag drawn tight against my face, the
poppers in my system, and my hard-on stroked to the point
of cumming. Harder and harder, the air supply getting
less and less, his arm leaning into me, and I shot my
load...big time.
He told me afterwards that I shot a huge amount which
doesn't surprise me. In a scene like that, I always shoot
like a cannon. Which is why I always try to get myself
into a scene like that. So, was it a kidnapping? No. But
it was an intense scene that pushed my limits, wound up
being safe for everyone and no problems.
As it turns out, he commented that another individual
in full leather was floating around, but whoever this
was, he never showed up or found where I was bound. Whoever
you are, I hope you can make it next time! Just listen
for moaning or the beautiful sound of duct tape being
unrolled! I'm already setting it up to be a bit easier
for everyone next time around.
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