A while back, I mentioned to Gromet that there was a gay couple living next door and that I would really like to get tied up by them, but didn't dare try. Gromet suggested that, among other things, I go to them wearing handcuffs that I needed help getting off.

So, during the week that my wife was on vacation with her former college roommates, I decided to try this angle.

On a Friday evening when I knew the guys were home alone, and it was too dark for the other neighbors to see me, I put on a pair of handcuffs. In back, so my inability to get them off would seem real, but I could if really, really had to. I had dressed in sweats first.

Hands cuffed behind my back, I held the key and went next door. Rick answered. Nice guy. Rick and Jim knew that I knew that they were gay. My being into bondage, they did not know, but I thought that was not too far out of line from their being gay.

"Rick, I've got a problem. I found these old handcuffs in a box of junk I bought at a fleamarket, so, just for the hell of it, tried them on. Now I can't get the key in the hole with my hands behind my back. Worked ok with hands in front.. Can you guys help me out here?"

"Come on in. Hey, Jim, Strand is here with a problem. Chuckle. Why the heck did you put these things on, anyway? You into bondage or something?"

"Well, yeah, I did read something about it, so when I found these, I thought I'd try it. So you know about bondage, huh?"

"So, you think it's fun, do you? To be honest,Jim and I tried it a couple of times but found we are both of the dominant persuasion; so it wasn't really our bag . . . at the time."

"Yeah, it might be ok, but my wife isn't interested, and I don't have another friend to mess with, so I guess it isn't for me either. How about getting me out of these now?"

Then Jim spoke up: "Well now, hold on a minute here. I think you look kind of hot like this. What do you think, Rick? Shall we have a little fun with him?"

"Hey, wait a minute," I pretended to object, "what are you guys getting up to here?"

"Yeah, Jim; I think Strand here might be a change of pace. Do we still have that rope in the basement?"

"I'll go look. But how will we get that sweatshirt off with his hands cuffed?"

"Rope? What are you going to do with that?" I hoped my mild objection would not make them suspicious that I had deliberately set this up, nor that it would dissuade them. "And why do you want to take off my sweatshirt?"

"Hey, it's you who wanted to 'experiment' with bondage. So, go with it."

Jim returned with an armfull of ropes of several lengths. "He's about our size, so we'll cut of the sweatshirt and give him one of ours to go home in tomorrow . . . or whenever."

"Ok, and we'll pull off his pants before we tie his legs."

A quarter of an hour later, my neighbors had me tightly tied over their living room coffee table. They had stuffed my own jockey shorts into my mouth and tied it there with an old necktie. My arms and torso were tied so that I could not rise, and my head hung over one side of the table, facing the sofa. My upper legs were tied apart with ropes reaching to the legs of the coffee table. My ankles were tied wide to a broomstick ''spreader bar'. The handcuffs were still on my wrists, with the key laying on the mantle.

"Hey, old Strand here looks pretty good this way. There is something to this bondage thing after all," Rick said to his partner. "Let me ask you something, Pat."

"Let me guess. You want to ask if I mind if you fuck him in the ass. Right?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"After all, sweetie, we've been together for six years. By now I should know what you like."

"So, will you be pissed if I do?"

"Why should I? I intend to get him in the other end after we make him promise not to fuss when we take the gag out. And he does have a nice ass; I might want a turn back there too, after doing his mouth."

Then I felt a hand reach between my legs and touch my balls and then my cock . . . which, being as rigid as a stone, gave my feelings away.

"Hey, he's liking this!"

I couldn't see back there, but I think it was Rick who lubricated me. And then raped me . . or was it really 'rape' since I had come to them, and continued to be aroused throughout the ordeal? While Rick had his way with me back there, Jim sat on the sofa and brushed my gagged face with his cock.

When Rick had finished with me, he held my nostrils as Jim removed the gag, only releasing me briefly so I could breathe. Then again held them as Jim entered my mouth. I could tell that both tormentors wore condoms throughout the sexual parts of my captivity, which stretched into late the next day.

I must confess, it was one heck of an adventure, but has not been repeated with Rick and Jim. We remain friends, though, as a result of that weekend, I have been passed on to other friends of theirs of similar orientation, who have tied me up in many ways with many materials and devices. For instance, my neighbors used a simple gagging technique; but I have since been ring gagged, bit gagged, and some sort of metal 'dental' device has been used on me. My wife seems to have accepted that I like to go on weekend 'fishing trips' with friends about once a month.

What more can I say, except thanks for the advice, Gromet.

This really is a bit of fiction, but I really do have the guys next door..

07.11.09