On my old Instagram, I started an anthology bondage series called Amiable Abduction Shared Fantasies. The premise basically is short, fictional bondage stories that are about people who like bondage and get tied up consensually, instead of kidnappings, hostage scenarios, etc. I'm going to repost some of them and their numbering is going to be out of order.
Since we're in kink event season, I thought I'd share this one now. I wrote it just before I attended my first kink event, IML 2022, and it sort of expressed my excitement about it.
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My particular clothing fetish consists of me or other men wearing suits or dress shirts and ties. This is why I attended my first kink convention, the International Leather, Licks, and Lashings Convention (ILLLC), in a gunmetal grey, fitted suit with a crisp white shirt, and a tie with a teal print. This was my favorite suit, however, I felt like a school principal on Halloween at ILLLC because a run-of-the-mill attendee was either comfortable and casual or in fetish gear that most would expect: outfits that either showed a lot of skin or hugged every nook and cranny of the body it covered, with leather, rubber, or lycra.
I felt like I turned a bunch of heads for looking too normal, like I'm there to audit the owner of the venue, sell bibles, or do something equally square and conservative. This is why I clung to the first familiar face I came into contact with, a kinky friend named Roger. Roger has a stocky, but muscular build with dark chest, arm, and leg hair. He has a very friendly looking face with beard stubble that's a little longer over his his upper lip. Like many attendees, Roger was wearing a harness, short shorts, and black combat boots. He was managing a booth for an online kink shop he works for as a side hustle. Roger was happy to see me and complimented my attire without batting an eye, he was familiar with my kinks and expected me to fly my flag at this event regardless of how out of place it seemed. Afterall, that's what these events are all about.
Roger and I talked, one thing lead to another, and he wound up sampling some of the bondage rope he's selling on me. We have played several times before, but I've never done anything like this in public. He chose his company's teal rope to match my tie, and securely bound my wrists behind my back, wrapped a few layers of rope around my torso, then bound my knees and ankles together. Instead of tying me to something or letting me have a seat, Roger made me remain standing, awkwardly trying to keep my balance since my feet were together and I couldn't use my arms to catch myself. He said "if you fall, you're staying on the floor. I don't think you'd want that for your pretty suit."
As Roger was tying me, several attendees stopped to gaze at the rope demonstration taking place. Once I was tied up, people carried on as usual, taking quick glances at me as they walked by. When people approached the booth to look at merch, Roger carried on with business and engaged people about the event and what they're into.
Customers seemed comfortable with approaching me, but they'd mostly just chuckle at how awkward I probably looked or just at the fact that I'm just hanging out at a booth tied up. Some guys would size me up as if I couldn't see them glancing at my ass or crotch without saying anything to me. Then, two guys showed mild concern, asking if I'm okay or need to sit down.
When I said that I was okay, they kept the conversation going with small talk and a few questions. When Roger was free, he interrupted our conversation by cutting me off mid sentence, pulling rope between my teeth, wrapping it several times around my head, almost pulling my cheeks together, and forcing my mouth open. I tried to speak between wraps, but my speech was incomprehensible when I could no longer close my jaw and my lips curled around the rope without being able to meet. I let out a few more grunts before giving up on trying to speak.
The guys I was conversing with chuckled awkwardly as Roger tied off my gag. "I'm sorry, but he just ran out of his talking privileges. If you buy something, I'd let you touch him however you want though," Roger said with an ironically authoritative tone. Roger usually dominates me when we play, but he hasn't made me feel objectified like this before. It turned me on.
Roger playfully ran his hand over my neatly styled hair to mess it up. He looked at me, seemingly admiring my tired looking stance and the embarrassment in my eyes, then stepped away to tend to other customers. The guys smiled at me politely. All I could do is look at them sheepishly, wanting to continue our conversation, but feeling my sense of dignity slip away.
One of the guys said "well, it was nice talking to you. Maybe we can hang out when you're less… tied up. We're going to look at other booths." They glanced at some of Roger's merch, made small talk with him, then left.
Roger started talking to a group of patrons. He seemed to know some of them, so the conversation quickly got into talking about the last time they were at the event and the logistics of meeting at an ILLLC event that was happening tonight. A guy in that group kind of hung back and stayed out of the conversation. He continuously snuck glances at me, trying not to make eye contact. When I caught him, he quickly turned his back on me and even butted into the conversation with Roger. He seemed to be in shape, but had a fairly substantial gut, muscular, but not super defined. He was wearing a white, backwards baseball cap, a white jockstrap, and white high-top trainers. I'm pretty sure that he was a go-go boy from one of the popular gay bars just based on his look and comfort with being that exposed.
"Your guy looks like he needs to take a load off, eh?" The go-go boy asked Roger, loudly so I could hear him. He was looking right at me now, making me blush. I wished that I was able to shyly turn away from him or something to break his gaze. The guy stepped closer to me as Roger said "He could use a break. Sit him down and see if he needs anything loosened," then carried on with his conversation with friends.
"What's his name?" He asked with a playful grin as he locked eyes with me until I looked away. His green eyes were piercing. I felt preyed on, but I liked it.
"Bruce" Roger answered with disinterest.
"Hi, Bruce! I'm Jason" said the go-go boy. He started to extend his hand out to shake mine, then paused and said "oh, right." He giggled boyishly. I let out a sarcastic laugh, which was fairly muffled.
"Roger said that you could use a break, so do you need me to loosen anything?" Jason asked gingerly. I shook my head "no."
Jason then asked "would you like to have a seat?" I knodded "yes" to that.
Jason paused and gazed back at Roger with a devilish grin. Then, he walked closer to me, squatted down, lifted me off the ground, and rested me on his shoulder as he stood up straight. My entire world spun as my eyes adjusted to the view of Jason's bare and firm rear and the ground behind him.
"Hey, Jason's taking your guy!" I heard a voice say to Roger. Then, I heard Roger say "you break it, you buy it, mister!"
"I just want to take him one time around the market… he seems bored" Jason explained.
"Bruce, make sure Jason behaves himself!" Roger said playfully. I stared daggers at him while he seemed to enjoy the view of Jason carrying me away. I was kind of scared, but also exhilarated.
Jason strutted around like a peacock with me helplessly dangling from him, as if I were one of those obnoxiously large teddy bears that people win at carnivals. I couldn't see a whole lot, but I heard some chuckles and remarks from attendees, asking if Jason kidnapped his lawyer, who's the tied up daddy, etc.
Jason would grab and pat my ass and say something like "I bought this man fair and square from a booth that sells suited men by the pound" or "What? THIS old thing?!" as he'd tickle me on my side to make me squirm as he held me firmly.
In between obnoxious banter with strangers, Jason would check in with me to make sure that I was okay and having fun. He said that he was having a blast showing me off like his prize because he finds it cute that I'm so helpless and he wishes that he had the nerve to be in my position in a public setting. I was having so much fun that I didn't even consider how something like this would take any courage. I figured that what Jason was doing must have taken more courage, but he just kind of owned it with his go-go boy swagger.
Jason made me feel safe and comfortable, not only from how he'd casually side step from creeps that would try grabbing either of us, but also from the way he seemed to understand me even though we had just met and I haven't been able to articulately say a thing to him since I've been gagged. Part of me feels like he preferred that I wasn't able to speak. We didn't seem to need that.
When we returned to Roger's booth, Jason said "I think I wanna take Brucey home with me… He'll look great in my bed," then gave my ass one last squeeze before seating me on a chair.
"Well, you'll have to see if he volunteers after he's been untied," Roger replied. Sitting down was a relief, but I also started to feel the soreness from the rope now that blood was rushing back to its normal places. Jason promptly loosened the ropes on my legs as Roger took off my gag.
"Did you have fun?" Roger asked, sounding tender.
"Fuck yeah!" Jason exclaimed, huskily.
"Everyone at the convention knows that you had fun!" Roger scolded playfully as he tossed the rope with my slobber at him. "I was asking the damsel in distress here."
"Yeah…" I said dryly. Talking was a chore with how sore my cheeks and jaw felt.
As soon as Jason untied, then hugged and kissed me, he rejoined his group and disappeared into the convention. I remained with Roger and told him about the trip with Jason. It's amazing how connected I was able to feel with Jason during that short amount of time we spent together even though one of us couldn't speak. We went our separate ways without finding the need to exchange our socials and remain in contact.
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