This adventure was given to Tabernus Amans, a member (and a former admin) of our Facebookgroup MaleSelfBondage. He received the story from a friend many years ago and  translated it from Spanish to English. The story will be published in three parts.

A GREAT STUPIDITY. (A real history)

We had known each other on the Internet for while and on a few occasions, we had talked about what we would do when met in person. Because of our mutual love of bondage, we wanted to tie each other up.

In our fantasies there was always one of us that remained untied; that needed to change. Finally, I was the one who proposed a self-kidnapping, using some materials and a little imagination.

It was in the city of Barcelona, next to the Mediterranean, where we decided to our encounter and to have a good time while we played. We didn’t think that our game would be to long only time would tell and if something wasn’t planned for, like Murphy’s law says, “if something can go wrong, it will go wrong”.

We decided to use Duct Tape for our game. Mouth, wrists, knees, ankles, arms. . . The goal was to be tied securely without interfering with our plan to free each other. Not tied like children playing “bondage” games but to be truly tied up.

We had no intention spending a lot of time alone and immobile perhaps a half hour at most. Nevertheless, we did not keep that consideration in mind before we began to our play time. Neither one of the three of us had ever been tied with duct tape before let alone with insulating tape of the same size.

So, with our ignorance and morbid curiosity at playing some bondage game, like we’d seen in American movies, we agreed to have our adventure on the 2nd weekend of March 2008.

We meet at the house of one my buddies, an old Victorian style house, with thick walls and high ceilings. Where the neighbors can’t hear each other (if there are any neighbors) or pay attention to who is living next door to them. The doors are all heavy, security doors. You needed keys to enter or leave – there is no way in or out them. The house reminded me of “Blade Runner” where Harrison Ford saved his life by fleeing from the robots into the house. Truthfully, the house is very solid, not like current houses where anyone can hear your private conversations.

We had a few drinks in one of the local bars where we talked about our experiences as well as what we were planning on doing for our play session. Once we were satisfied, we return to the house.

Once inside we locked the door, put the key in a drawer and all three of us went into the main room, where we had laid out all the necessary items to consummate our own abduction.

We let chance pick who will go first and begin to slowly tie him with duct tape. We crossed his hands behind his back and begin to secure his wrists together. We don’t want the tape sticking to his skin, so we wrapped the tape around his shirt sleeves. We passed the tape across his sleeved wrists and then crisscross until his wrists are secure but with some mobility for circulation.

Next, we tightly wrap tape several times at chest level securing his arms to his side. Then we do the same thing with his wrists, wrapping the tape around his waist and securing his taped wrists to his waist.

With his legs and feet free, he tried to fight us. We tied his legs (about three fingers wide above and below the knee) the same way we did his wrists. Tight enough to keep his legs together but not tight enough to cut any circulation. All that was left was his ankles and tied as he was it was easy to grab them and wrap them with tape.

There he was, thrown on the ground; completely tied and motionless. We left him like that for a while to see if he could escape and to see if the tape was too tight anywhere.

While he tried to free himself, we thought we would give him more time – so we checked our email and chatted with each other. After a while, of trying to free himself in vain, he was so tired he could barely move. That’s when we gagged him. His face was sweaty when we put the tape on his mouth. We dried off his face and continued to wrap tape around his head and mouth. Each time the tape was passing around his mouth he let out a moan. To insure he would not be able to open his mouth we wrapped tape under his jaw and around the top of his head. “A couple good wraps around his head will be enough” I told my buddy.

There he was! He could not get free, neither could he shout. He was defenseless, there on the ground, moving like a worm trying in vain to escape and to shout.

He was twisting and turning on the floor, but the tape holding firmly to his hands, arms, legs, and feet.

We asked him if he was ok, he nods his head and gives us the thumbs up.

Now it was time for my buddy to be tied. I started the same way as I did with the first guy – starting with his wrists, then his arms to his chest, wrist to his waist, legs (above and below the knee) and finally his ankles. I left him on the floor for a while without gagging him.

They both seems so comfortable; the first guy was asleep on the carpet in the parlor. About 5 minutes passed and I asked my 2nd hostage if he was doing good. He answered, “Better than ever, now gag me.”

So, I did just as he asked – I gagged him just like my first hostage, tape around his mouth and under his chin and around his head; just like he was a hostage in a robbery. The first hostage was asleep after wearing himself out from his struggles and the second one had his head on a sofa cushion that was on the floor. He soon fell asleep, both unaware of I was about to do.

The last one was me and I was serious about finishing the job no matter how crazy it seems. After I was tied up the three of us would have no way to ask for help, nor to escape – but I really didn’t believe that. After all, I thought, I can reach the small knife I have in the pocket of my levis and cut the tape on one of my friends.

An idiot – that’s what I am!