George had been traveling all day and he was really tired. He had only stopped a couple of times on the way, hoping that he could make it to Chicago by daybreak. However, night came and he was still a long way away. He decided he had to take a break and checked in a motel. He just had to get some sleep.
As soon as he got in his room, George undressed and went to bed. He fell asleep almost instantly. George was used to driving long hours. He had been riding cross country for his work since he got his first job, right out of college. But now, he was in his late fifties and all this traveling was starting to take its toll.
No wonder he didn't hear a thing when the man entered his room. George was so sound asleep the intruder could have made a ruckus going in, the older man wouldn't have heard him. As is, he was quite silent. While George was snoring noisily, the man was taking some rope out of a small bag he'd brought with him.
George was lying on his back, only partly covered by the sheets and blanket. He was a big man in every sense of the word -- big in size, big in girth. He had played football in high school, a long time ago. He had a full head of hair, mostly white, and a very hairy chest and belly -- that hair was white too. Had he been awake, the intruder would have had quite a job overpowering him.
But George was so sound asleep he didn't feel the man slipping on one rope around his left wrist, then another around his right one. Then, very gently, the man pulled on both ropes, one at a time, and tied them to the bedstand, pulling George's arms in a spread eagle position. Having his arms pulled didn't wake him up, either.
Then the intruder very gently pulled the sheets and blanket, uncovering George's legs -- which were just as hairy, if not hairier, as his torso. He took another piece of rope and managed to get it around both of George's ankles, pulling them together, then took it around the frame of the bed and gently pulled. Soon, that rope was fastened too, and George's body was now in a "Y" position.
George was starting to wake up, but he wasn't fully awake yet. He was dreaming that he was walking down the street near his place in New York. In fact, he was hurrying home, because he had no pants on and he wanted to get home and put on a pair before people realized what was going on. The sun was in his eyes, very bright, blinding him.
Then he woke up.
At first, he didn't remember where he was. Then it came back to him -- he was in a motel room. Why was the light on? He tried moving and realized he couldn't.
"Hello," a voice said. He looked in the direction the voice came from. There was a man standing next to the door. In a moment, George saw him -- he was wearing jeans, a black jacket and a black ski mask. Then he couldn't see him - there had been a flash of light. The intruder had just taken a picture.
"You look very good", the man said. Then he took another picture, from a different angle.
"Whu- What's going on?" George muttered.
"Do not be alarmed," the man said. "I'm just taking photographs of you in bondage."
That didn't sound good to George. He made a few protesting sounds. The man dropped his camera, put something in the older man's mouth. It was a gag -- a piece of cloth that felt like a handkerchief held in place by another piece of cloth. In a minute, it was securely tied into place. Now all George could make were muffled protesting sounds.
"I do not want you to be alarmed," the man said, "but you can look alarmed all you want. It's much better for the pictures." He went on taking photographs while George struggled in his bonds. Try as he might, he couldn't get free.
"Thank you," the man said. "That looks very good."
Then he paused.
"You realize you are completely helpless?"
George stopped struggling. He was now wide awake. And yes, he was helpless. It was maddening. He'd never felt so helpless in his life. This man -- from his voice, he was younger than him, probably in his thirties -- he could do whatever he wanted to him.
"Relax," the man said. "I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you like that?"
"Mmmmphgnnoo," George managed to utter. Meanwhile, the man had taken some more rope and was using it to tie George's knees together. Then, he untied the rope binding George's ankles and very quickly stepped on the bed and knelt over George's prone body, sitting on his torso. The weight prevented George from moving, and the intruder pulled on the rope, forcing his captive to bend his legs. Then he did something that took George completely by surprise : he clutched George's cock and balls, went three times around them with the rope, then tied the rope.
"Now," the man said, "I wouldn't recommend pulling on that rope with your feet. That could hurt."
It did hurt. George did all he could to keep his feet as close to his ass as he could, but that was hard. He grunted in his gag.
But the man was doing something else to his balls, he quickly realized -- he had pulled them between his legs and he was tying them with some more rope. Now, George had quite a bit of a sac, but he wasn't used to having it manhandled like that. He winced.
His captor had got up from the bed. He untied the rope that bound George's right arm to the bed frame, turned the older man on his left side, brought the right arm down behind his captive's back and then, while keeping George's legs down with his own left leg, tied the right hand to the ball sac. This had been done quickly and efficiently, leaving the big man no opportunity to use his right arm to try and free himself. Then the intruder went on the left side and repeated the operation for George's left arm. He then tied both wrists together. George was now on his side, in a sort of hogtie position.
He tried pulling on his arms, but that pulled on his balls, so he soon gave that up. Then he tried thrashing from side to side, but that didn't help. He was tied up as securely as before. All the while, his captor had gone back to his camera and started taking more pics.
"You are a very good bondage model," the man said. "Very lively. Great expressions on your face."
That made George even more agitated. There he was, naked and in bondage, being photographed by some unknown twerp. And what were the pictures for, anyway?
His captor seemed to have read his mind.
"I'm going to use those on the internet. I have a site specializing in pics of older men bound and gagged. You'd be surprised at how many people are ready to pay to perve on a nice big burly daddy like you all trussed up."
"Mnnnphhhh?"
"Ah, but you see, there's not that many older men ready to have their face and private parts all over the internet, even for money, and even on a pay site that only a handful of paying customers are going to have access to."
"Mmmmnnnnphh! Mmmmmnnnphhhh!"
"I'm afraid you don't have much of a say in the matter, not in your present position. Now, I don't know whether you're straight or gay, mister- Ah yes, mister George Thoroughgood, that's what it says on your driving license."
"Mmmmnnnphhhh!" George was frantic now. His face was going to be all over the internet in that embarrassing position? His naked body in bondage?
"Now, you don't have to be afraid for your reputation. As I said, this is a pay site I'm running, so if anybody you know should see your pics, it would mean they would have paid a subscription to a gay porn site. Oh oh - what have we here?"
The intruder stopped and stooped over George's body. He touched George's cock. Only then did the older man realize he had a raging hard on !
"Very nice, George," the man said, fondling George's penis. "You do seem to be enjoying the experience after all."
"Mmmmmphhhnnn..."
"Yes you are, you dirty old liar. You're dripping pre-cum already, you hot bitch!"
Now, George was sure this was a nightmare. It had to be! He couldn't be enjoying being tied up like a dog. And yet, the more he thought about it, the more his cock throbbed. He wanted to touch himself, give his loins some release, but he couldn't do anything! Damn those ropes!
"Mmmphhhhetmmmmmmecummmmm!"
"Let you come?" the man said. "Yes, maybe I could. If you said the magic word..."
"Mmmmleaaaaase..."
George couldn't believe he'd just said that. He wanted to come so bad he was ready to do anything.
"That's a good boy."
A boy? George thought he was hardly a "boy". But he didn't have time to dwell on the thought. The intruder was holding his cock between the thumb and two fingers of his left hand. With his tongue, he covered his index finger with saliva then rubbed the tip of his finger on George's glan. The spit made the already sensitive skin even more sensitive -- the first contact felt like an electric shock, it was so intense! George moaned in his gag. The wet fingertip was going all over his glan, it was all he could feel, then a surge from deep inside his balls...
He came.
But he wanted more, so much more. He tried moving his cock, but his captor was holding it so he couldn't rub it against anything. It wasn't fair. He wanted more. George moaned in desire and frustration.
When George had calmed down somewhat, the intruder spoke : "Now George, it wouldn't do to leave you have too much fun just like that. You've got to earn it. You seem to me like a very promising subject."
"Mmmnphh?"
"Aw, come on, don't play dumb, you know what I mean."
The man was packing his stuff back in his bag. He took a little piece of white card out of it and put it on the table next to the bed.
"This is my site's address. You'll need a name and password to get in. Your name is George and your password is Thoroughgood. Got that?"
"Mmmmphh! Mmmphh!"
"You'll see what you look like in bondage. And you'll see some other guys like you. Older guys who like to get trussed up. Well, some of them do."
The man came close to George's head. He spoke softly in his ear.
"Get in touch if you want more of the same..." His voice lowered down to a whisper, sultry, inviting : "And I think you do."
Then he did something to the bonds holding George's right wrist -- the older man couldn't see what but he felt released. Then the lights went out and the man was out of the room, as silent as he had been on his way in.
George wasn't free yet. He had to squirm and struggle to free his left hand. It took him a good fifteen minutes. By then, his hardon had come back. He didn't even bother freeing his ankles -- he had to jerk off! So, both feet still tied to his cock and balls, he beat himself off frantically, moaning in his gag. He hadn't even bothered to take that off.
The feeling of being restrained was so unusual, yet so powerful. If only he could be completely tied up, helpless, and somebody would jerk him off. That, surely, would be heaven!
When he climaxed again, it was very, very good, but George knew that it could be so much better. He lay on his motel bed, in the dark, panting. After a while, he took the gag off his mouth, switched on the bed light and untied his feet. That turned out not to be easy. Those knots were tight, and ol'George wasn't as supple as he had once been. He felt old.
"You can't teach an old dog new tricks," he thought.
And then, he realized that's what had just happened -- this old dog had been taught a new trick. And a pretty good one it was, too.
This was so much to take in one sitting. When he had finally got rid of the rope, George felt very tired again. He switched off the light and went to sleep.
Tomorrow would be another day.