By bound2tie
Mark York was a good-looking guy on a budget-airline flight from Britain to Hamburg. He was one of only two passengers to be wearing a suit and tie, and the check-in operator had put the other suit in the adjoining seat.
The other guy commented on their being the only two formally dressed, and asked what York’s business was in Hamburg. York laughed and said he wouldn’t believe him if he told him. In fact York didn’t need to be dressed like that. But he was a homosexual with shirt’n’tie, bondage and other fetishes, and was on his way to stay a few days with a Hamburg guy, Reinhardt Schmidt, who shared his kinks.
York had never met Schmidt, but had photos of him, in formal clothes and/or bondage. York couldn‘t spot Schmidt’s cute face when he emerged from Arrivals at Hamburg, but was surprised to see two goodlooking uniformed men waiting with a notice showing the name Mark York. They were both wearing dark sweaters with epaulets, and v-necks showing white shirts and neat, formal ties, one with a clip-on tie and the other a real tie in a great looking wide Windsor knot, a perfectly symmetrical knot wider than it was long.
When York approached the uniformed guys, one asked in a deep German voice whether he was indeed Mark York, and, when he confirmed this, the guy said, “Mark York you are under arrest. Put your hands in front of you, wrists together – I want to put cuffs on.” The handcuff rings were joined by a bar, rather than by a chain. Once the cuffs were on, York’s captor produced a second pair of cuffs, this time chain ones, by which he linked one of his wrists to one of York’s. He then grasped York’s cuff-bar and used it to pull York humiliatingly through the throng in the airport building, followed by the other uniformed guy carrying York’s bag. It was quite a distance to the terminal exit, during which York had to endure the curiosity of everyone he was led past, making him feel both embarrassed and excited.
Outside the building a third uniformed guy was waiting with an SUV, into the back seat of which York was made to climb, with a uniformed guy each side of him. Once the SUV’s doors were closed, the handcuffs were removed but then York was made to put his hands behind him, so a compact hinged pair of handcuffs could be applied. York loved handcuffs, because they were instant secure bondage, but his favourite type were compact hinged cuffs, which confined the hands closely together behind the back, with so little movement between the two hinged-together rings of steel that, combined with the clever construction of the cuffs, York knew he could not have escaped from them even if he had had the key.
With York’s hands thus locked closely together behind him, York had lost control of his collar and tie, which was transferred to his captors. The escort to York’s left ordered York to turn round towards him, whereupon the escort began playing with York’s Windsor tie-knot and cutaway collar, fondling, widening, straightening, loosening and tightening York’s symmetrical knot, and unbuttoning and re-buttoning his formal collar. York already had an erection due to the cuffs on his wrists and the sight of his captors’ uniforms, but his Windsor was almost as sensitive as his cock and the collar-and-tie play quickly made him rock hard. And his turning his collar and tie towards one escort had turned his handcuffed hands towards the other, who began running his hands over York’s helplessly cuffed hands, and playing with York’s cuffs, repeatedly tightening them, enough to cause York some pain, which he secretly enjoyed, then loosening the cuffs, retightening them, and so on.
When the escort lost interest he left York’s hinged cuffs too tight for York’s wrists, but that didn’t worry York, who had a horror of virtually painless injections but could stand any amount of handcuff pain. Soon York’s cuffs seemed to be of fire, but while this was painful for York it was also very pleasurable for him. Moreover, while many guys would have had numb hands for a day or two after being handcuffed so tightly, York knew from experience that the deep red marks which would be left round his wrists once the cuffs were removed would disappear within an hour or so and that there would be no other after-effects. In the meantime he could enjoy the feeling of being helplessly handcuffed with no stop-word to release him before his captors were ready to do so.
York had expected to be going to Schmidt’s apartment in central Hamburg, but the SUV was soon speeding down an autobahn, leaving Hamburg and its airport behind. After a couple of hours’ driving, the SUV pulled into a rest area, where further humiliation awaited York. One of the escorts unlocked York’s hinged cuffs, but York was then linked to both escorts by conventional chain cuffs, one set each side. In the busy airport, with York’s hands cuffed together in front, some people had failed to notice the suited prisoner, but in the less busy autobahn rest area, with an escort handcuffed to him either side, and people having to get out of their way, few could miss him. And everyone who noticed him gawped at the goodlooking, smartly dressed prisoner, not at his escorts. As in the airport, York was both humiliated, hanging his head in embarrassment, and excited. Within the rest area, the escorts found a spacious disabled toilet, amply big enough for both of them plus York, which happened to have walls mostly covered by mirrors. The escorts took turns urinating, then they ordered York to do so.
They moved theirs hands close enough to York to enable him to bring his hands in front of him and get his cock out of his trousers, but by then the sight, in the mirror, of three goodlooking guys, all with neat symmetrical tie knots and all handcuffed together, had got him too hard to go. ‘You piss now, Englisch’, ordered the escorts, but he couldn’t. One of the escorts pulled a phone from his pocket, and spoke a few words of German into it. Three minutes later there was a knock on the toilet door, which one of the escorts opened to reveal the SUV driver, who York had not previously got a proper look at but who turned out to be as goodlooking and, to York’s eye, as nicely dressed as the other two escorts. Entering the toilet and closing the door behind him, the driver opened a small leather pouch he was carrying to reveal an electric wand massager with a hummer masturbation sleeve and some lube.
The escorts either side of York used their free hands to grasp York firmly by the upper arms, holding him still, while the driver lubed the hummer and York’s rock-hard cock, plugged the massager into an electrical socket, then slid the hummer over the cock and turned the massager on. York was so excited by the additional turn-on of the driver’s working the hummer up and down his cock – ‘It’s so sensitive’, he groaned – that he came within seconds, splashing plenty of cum over the driver which he wiped off and made York swallow.
York had had a fantastic ejaculation, which he had very much enjoyed, and would not forget in a hurry, but, as the saying goes, bondage is not bondage until you want out, and, now he had cum, York wanted out, ie he no longer wanted to be suited’n’tied and handcuffed. As his erection subsided and he started to piss, he explained to his three escorts, more in hope than expectation, that he had had enough and he would now like the handcuffs removed and be allowed to take his tie off and relax while they drove him to see his friend. The three looked at each other for a few moments, as if they were considering the idea, then they laughed, mirthlessly, and led York back to the SUV.
That return trip was so much worse, as there was again the humiliation, but without the pleasure. York considered trying to appeal for help to some of the people he was led past, but decided it would only cause him greater embarrassment, as all three escorts looked professional and convincing in their roles, and he was the one in the handcuffs. Once back in the SUV however he resumed his pleas to the escorts, but this did not stop them reaffixing the hinged cuffs behind his back. Eventually they tired of him so much that they forced a ballgag into his mouth to keep him quiet, and, when he made mmmphing sounds at them, repeatedly tightened his handcuffs an extra notch until he fell silent.
After another couple of hours’ driving, the SUV pulled off the autobahn, entered a small town, and slowed by a nondescript industrial building, stopping outside a roller-shutter door which then opened to reveal a slope, down which the SUV was driven. At the bottom of the slope another roller shutter gave access to a large underground room, containing an assortment of bondage equipment, effectively a dungeon. By this time York’s temporary loss of sexual interest was going if not gone, and seeing this dungeon both excited and alarmed him, but then came the reassuring sight of Reinhardt Schmidt, dressed smartly and very similarly to York, in suit, cutaway-collar white shirt and Windsor-knot tie.
“Great to see you Reinhardt…” began York, but his relief was short-lived, as Schmidt cut him off: “I am sorry York that you had to be brought here in handcuffs, but a certain security is necessary and will be maintained throughout your stay with us.”
York felt a combination of dejection, anticipation and apprehension. It was clear his ordeal was only just beginning.
Metal would like to thank bound2tie for this story and welcome him to the Prison Library!
