I turned over in bed to realize that Jake wasn't in it. He had woken up early to get ready for work and was in the shower. I on the other hand, didn't have to get ready for work for another hour and was feeling frisky. When he got out of the bathroom, his hair was neatly parted at the side and slicked back with the front combed up. Jake was only wearing a towel around his waist, showing his pale swimmer-toned body that was accented with a thin layer of dark chest hair.
He walked over to our walk-in closet to get dressed, and by the time I got out of bed and approached him, he already had his powder blue shirt buttoned and tucked into grey slacks, as he was pulling his already tied grey and blue striped tie over his head.
"I'm sorry babe, did I wake you?" he asked thoughtfully as he tucked the tie under his collar then gazed at me with his emerald green eyes.
"I find it pretty difficult to sleep after knowing that you aren't in bed," I said flirtatiously as I grabbed him firmly by the hips and turned him around to face me. He laughed at the sudden aggression as I pulled him closer for a kiss. Our lips locked as my hands traveled up and down his waist and then gripped his tight bottom. He flinched slightly out of surprise and then pulled away. I tugged at his still-loose tie until it was completely undone.
Jake giggled but looked a little confused, then asked "what are you doing? I have to go to work!"
I pulled him closer again, this time gently positioning his hands behind his back and began binding his wrists together with his tie with my arms around him. "You're not going anywhere today," I said to him mischievously.
Jake laughed uncomfortably, he wasn't as into bondage as I was; however, he became comfortable with being tied. He stood and strained lightly at the tie that kept his hands bound behind his back as I dragged a wooden chair into the closet. He was familiar with this drill, as we've done it about four or five times before while role playing, even though bondage isn't really his thing, Jake seemed to enjoy the challenge of trying to get loose. He leaned forward to kiss me, but I pushed him back, making him fall onto the chair. I then climbed onto his lap and laid a full lip and tongue kiss on him before getting up to fetch the rest of the rope.
We had two strands of silky white rope that usually got the job done. I wrapped some around his ankles and knees, first by wrapping a few layers around them to keep them together, then in-between his limbs to keep them secure, his feet were still bare and cold from the shower. I then got up and walked around him and pulled his bound arms over the back of the chair, Jake sat still as I proceeded to wrap the second strand of rope around his torso, restraining him to the chair, forcing him to sit up straight. I watched as he struggled gently, testing his binds to see if he can squirm out of them easily.
"Lets see if you can get out of this one," I said smiling at my tied up boyfriend who was now completely helpless and at my mercy.
Jake smiled too, but it faded quickly as he concentrated on getting free with his face pursed and his thick, black brow wrinkled. He made light grunts as he tensed his muscles under the rope as I grabbed both black socks he planned on wearing and walked behind him. Jake grew aware of what I was doing and stopped to speak before I stuffed the first sock into his mouth cutting him off, and then I positioned the other one between his lips and secured it tightly behind his head. He protested roughly and shook his head because he wasn't very fond of being gagged; but I on the other hand, loved hearing his low and scratchy muffled attempts to speak when he was. It also made his boyish face look adorable with his cheeks puffed out and flexed with his pink lips curled over the thick cloth.
I watched him struggle a little bit more, enjoying my handy work and the nice view, and then began getting myself ready for work. He quieted down once I undressed from my pajamas and got into my work clothes. I noticed some growth in Jake's tight, thin fabric slacks as he enjoyed his view as well. Once I was ready, I pecked his cheek and rubbed the bulge in his slacks gently, causing him to moan softly out of pleasure.
"Well I guess I'll be going now, babe. I'll be back before you know it to finish what we started...I trust you'll still be here when I get back," I told him after fixing the collar of his shirt. Jake grunted at the thought of being like this for a few hours.
I closed our closet door leaving Jake grunting to himself and struggling; I was really intrigued by the thought of leaving him tied up in the closet only for me to find him right where I left him when I get home, still looking as adorable as ever all tied up with his sock in his mouth. The image of seeing the look on his face when I get home from work was all I thought about on the drive.
The minute I got to my office, I closed the door and rushed over to my computer. I turned it on and logged onto my home security account, then flipped it onto the view of the camera I had set up in our bedroom closet. The camera was set on the ceiling facing the door, which showed Jake bound to the chair from behind. Jake was still putting up a fight with his restraints. He laid his feet flat on the floor and tried standing himself up so he could attempt sliding out of the rope that kept him tied to the chair, but no such luck. When that plan failed, I noticed his frustration increase as he gave up and shifted around in mute, which I found adorable. I had the volume on my computer off so that nobody at work would hear what’s going on, even though I would enjoy hearing Jakes gagged pleas and rough murmuring as he expressed his disdain. After enjoying the sight of my tied up boyfriend for half an hour, I decided to get to work.
The rest of the morning at work dragged because I couldn't stop thinking about Jake. First imagining how fun and arousing the situation is, then allowing worry to creep into my mind as I consider the possibility of something bad happening like a house fire or Jake choking on his sock. In spite of the effort I put into resisting those thoughts, they were persistent, which made me feel prematurely guilty about what can happen to Jake.
Once my lunch hour finally came, I opened the window for my home surveillance to find Jake asleep. His body slouched against the ropes around his torso, Jakes head rested on his right shoulder. His hands hung lifelessly from his restrained limbs. His body throbbed softly against the rope from breathing. Jake twitched a little, causing his head to slide off of his shoulder and hang in front of him. I smiled with relief as I observed his adorable slumber against his bonds. I continued watching Jake sleep until all of a sudden, he woke up with a jolt and squinted around looking concerned. Before my curiosity had a chance to spark, I got a notification from my surveillance system about an unauthorized entry into my house and that the police have been called.
I went to the view in front of my house to see a strange black pick-up truck parked in my driveway next to Jake’s car. When I checked on Jake, he was looking around the closet, following voices, his face filled with worry as his eyebrows were raised and his lips pursed against the sock that muzzled him. His face reddened as he tugged his wrists more desperately than before. He kicked his feet frantically attempting to free just about any limb to escape or defend himself.
I checked the camera in the living room to see three burly-looking men in dark layered clothing and beanies covering their faces, spotting out all the valuables in our house. They looked fairly dangerous. I hoped they would only take our obvious possessions and leave without finding Jake, or at least until the police get there. One of the men walked into our bedroom and began rummaging through our drawers without really finding anything. He walked over to the closet and was surprised to find Jake all trussed up. Jake looked too terrified to react in his vulnerable and humiliating state. The burglar called for his partners to take a look at the handsome tied up and gagged guy he found. The other burglars walk in and are surprised as well at their unexpected treat.
Jake motions at them and moves his lips trying to articulate something to the home invaders, which was probably a muffled version for them to "take whatever they want and leave him alone." However, the intruders ignored him as they stood around him. One in particular stood behind him and rested his hands on Jake's shoulders, emphasizing how powerless Jake was against them. Jake looked up at the three men helplessly as they discussed something and shook his head at things they said. After two of the men left, the one that was touching his shoulders began pinching Jake in the cheeks, causing him to flinch, and then gave Jake a few playful slaps, which looked playful until I saw the pain in Jake’s face.
When that guy finally left the closet, Jake struggled frantically. When he realized that there was no getting out, he looked back directly at the camera hoping that I could see him pleading for me to help him because the cops didn't seem to be getting there. For the safety of my boyfriend, I decided that the police weren't reliable at this very moment and it was up to me to save him, afterall he is in this situation because of me.
I grabbed my keys and turned off my computer. I raced to my car without even telling my boss why I was leaving. I sped over to my house without even stopping for traffic lights, hoping a cop would try to stop me. But once I got to my house, the driveway was empty. I got off the car without turning off the engine, and ran into the open house.
"Jake?" I called, hoping to hear anything in response.
I made my way to our bedroom to find an empty chair in the closet. Without having any lead as to what happened to my boyfriend or where they took him, I decided to review the surveillance videos.
I started watching right when Jake looked back at the camera. He turns back to find the guy that slapped him standing at the closet doorway again with a mischievous grin. The guy watched Jake and seemed to be liking the view. Jake shook his head at him, then the guy slapped him again, this time causing Jake to jerk the other way and yelp into his gag. That slap looked as if it would've made Jake fall out of his chair if he wasn't tied to it. Jake then kept his head down looking defeated as the burglar looked him over some more and felt Jake’s torso.
One of the other burglars walked into the room and said something to the guy terrorizing Jake. He then walked behind my boyfriend to release him from the chair. Jake struggled a little as the burglar walked back around him and gripped him by his hips. Jakes eyes widened as he was lifted over the man’s shoulder and his body dangled limply as he was carried outside of the bedroom. I switched over to the view outside my house to see Jake being carried to his car. One of the other burglars popped the trunk and the man laid my boyfriend down in his own trunk and left him struggling as he closed it.
The burglar that handled Jake scribbled something down on a piece of paper and walked over to the camera. He stared directly into the camera and put a note up into clear view. The note said, "Thank you for your boyfriend, we'll give you more info in time"
THE END
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