It felt like an eternity. Well, it probably was only for an hour, but the continued bite of iron on my shirted skin had a weird effect on my sense of reality. Lucas was sitting on his bed, facing directly towards me but his eyes were latched on his silver iPhone 6.
"Well, Scottie. Don't tell me you're just gonna take it? If you can get out, I won't tie you up anymore.. at least for the day." He remarked nonchalantly, the tranquil eyes still on his handheld device.
Normally, I'd be ecstatic to here such generous words from that lips of him. But if there's anything I've learned from these past two days, it's that it was a taunting challenge rather than an offer. An impossible challenge I'd say, seeing how securely locked the chains were. Unless I somehow awakened an innate super power to break them, my freedom was completely in Lucas's hands.
I grunted a simple "mmph" at him accompanied with a glare, declaring I was not amused by his words.
"Hey now, if you hadn't tried your silly little revenge, you'd be in a better position. I did actually plan on going easy on you today, you know." He said, showing off his white teeth through a somewhat irritating grin.
"Yeah, I really don't think so."
"The guy sucks at giving excuses."
"Not that I need any."
Letting out a sigh through the gag, I looked around myself and squirmed a little bit to reexamine my restraints. From my inspection, I surmised that the chains had been pulled tightly before being padlocked to prevent it from slipping. The loops of the chains were quite small, made to fit perfectly for the lock to go through it and do its magic.
The day went on, with Lucas sitting on his chair intently revising his subjects while I was sitting on mine heavily trussed up. A bit of helpless wriggling were done every once in a while, conjuring rattling sounds of the chains that never failed to prompt my roommate to provide his sneering comments on the chains' great resilience or how futile my efforts were. And I, naive as I was, increased the intensity of my struggles with each provocation. It came to a point where I wished my ears were plugged so that his exasperation would cease.
"Does he ever get tired?"
"It's like his sense of superiority gives him more energy to try to be more superior."
"..And my inferiority is only helping him."
"Hence we're a perfect match."
"..this is getting old."
Lucas continued to study for hours. It was only when the dim, orange light penetrated through our partly-draped window that I noticed that dusk was hitting. I moaned at him, pleading to be released.
"Yes, I know it's getting dark, Scottie." He remarked unconcernedly.
"Mmmph mmh mphh" I attempted to negotiate as best I could with my ballgag. Surprisingly, he understood it. Perhaps he had developed the ability to speak Gag?
"Who says I'm going to free you?" Lucas replied, this time partnered by his pensive gaze.
I was about to throw a tantrum and thrash wildly, but his eyes had something of a calming, hypnotic power. Instead of raging with disappointment and rage, I began to turn red again.
"Now's really not the time Scottie!"
"...I mean Scott!"
Apparently finding my blushing visage amusing to him, Lucas decided to abandon his readings and clap my face.
"Yes, Scottie. I do enjoy tying you up. Even more when you get embarrassed out of the blue." He confessed, sudden but monotonous, then continued "..just as much as you enjoy the captivity." Lucas pointed at my obvious bulge.
"Damn, way to be a tease!"
"Tease? The guy lost all sense of subtlety there!"
"...yeah, he just scored a flipping bullseye."
"So yeah, I'm not going to let you out just yet. I want to keep you longer." He threw a hearty smile, enjoying every moment of my confinement.
The desire to retort his words were present, but somehow I couldn't move away from the lingering feelings of embarrassment. I could only look at him pleadingly and remain paralysingly still. That... happened to be yet another mistake on my end.
Lucas was about to get changed. He pulled out his shirt and put on a new top; a comfortable-looking grey hoodie. He proceeded to remove his belt but before pulling his unironed jeans down, he neared and dangled the garment in front of me. "These things are handy aye? Hold your pants up and keep your hands tied!" Lucas laughed in a silly manner and continued to change into his loose-fitting Adidas sweatpants.
"Dude, this guy's crazy." I said internally with a mix of worry, shame and a whole lot of irritation.
"Aaaanyway, I'm going out for a while."
"Mmph?" I moan curiously.
"I'll be back, of course. It'll be quick." He tapped my gagged cheeks then swiftly grabbed his keys from the drawers. "Meanwhile, you just sit tight
okay?" He chortled and subsequently left the room.
As soon as the sound of the door locking from the outside reached me, I looked to free my hands. It was my best chance to do so without any external interference. I stretched my fingers out and looked for the clasp to unbuckle the belt that was keeping my hands bound. A bit of fiddling here and there unexpectedly yielded results; a mix of good and bad ones. I could indeed reach the clasp, and with enough effort I could even push it to undo the belt. The bad news? Lucas had wrapped chains around the belt too, preventing its removal from my hands.
Not wanting to give up, I squirmed and writhed with what little might I have remaining. Left and right, forward and backwards, I moved rapidly, generating sharp but ephemeral clanking sounds thanks to the padlocked chains. I ignored the risk of alerting those outside and foolishly struggled, hoping that it would at the very least reduce the tension effect on my numbing body.
Despite being tired, I was able to keep at it until Lucas got back, when the room was already dark. He switched on the lights as soon as he locked the door.
"You trying to let everyone know about your little secret? Keep it down." He instructed while placing a plastic bag, presumably our dinner on the table. Then, he checked on the chains, inspecting every angle of it to ensure it remained secure.
"It didn't even budge. Excellent." He claimed, sounding impressed with either the chains' durability or his own rigging abilities. He poked my side subsequently, praising me "Good work." I simply moaned at him tiredly, not even bothered to retaliate properly.
He headed towards his table and unpacked what appeared to be double cheeseburger from McDonalds. He didn't even bother to tease me with it this time, though. Instead, he chowed it down so quickly I couldn't even enjoy the warm, savoury aroma.
Wiping his hands off the residue with his handkerchief, Lucas crouched before me. We maintained a quiet and somewhat awkward eye contact for some time until his fingers suddenly raced across my body, eliciting a smothered laughter out of me.
"You're making this too easy, Scottie!" He remarked as he continued tickling me. Lucas's fingers shifted towards my armpits, then to my soles then back to my sides, without any signs of relenting. The delicate pressure on my skin naturally caused me to laugh loudly into the ballgag, producing awkward groans that was harmoniously accompanied by the chimes of chains. The involuntary flailing diminished my energy even further.
After seeing me covered in sweat and tears from the torture, Lucas decided it was enough and stopped. There was an unfading smile on his faintly pink face. "Ahaha, always a pleasure to see you squirm." He gave out another honest, confession-like comment. Though, I was too tired to fully embrace his words of admission. I panted heavily in the gag, and soon enough, my stomach began to grumble... loudly.
"Hungry, aren't cha?" Lucas teasingly asked.
"Mmph mmph" I nodded my head eagerly.
"Sorry, I didn't buy you dinner."
"Mmmphh!!" I gave an angry glare at him. But I feared he was telling the truth. Else, I would have sniffed it.
"Consider it payback." Lucas tousled my hair again. I could hear his giggling a bit as well.
I merely slumped down into the chair, relying on the strong chains to hold me in place. I could still expend energy to protest but I didn't think it was worth it at that point.
"Aaaanyway, I'll decide when I will free you. You can go have your precious dinner after that." He paused, tucked on the chains, then carried on, "When will that happen? Guess we'll just have to wait huh?" He gave a gentle pinch on my sweaty cheeks.
I responded with an angry but short-lived nudge on the chains. I knew that only Lucas could free me. I knew I wanted him, and no one else, to free me.
bondagefreak wrote: Grandas wrote:
I'm so sorry for the huge delay
Things have been a bit crazy lately. But it has calmed down a bit so here's the next part! Please enjoy!
Don't worry about it, mate! It's well worth the wait.
Btw, don't forget to add "Discovering The Hidden" to the story catalogue!http://tieupgames.net/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=27642
I didn't know this was a thing before this. Thank you!