Frightful Attempt - Last Chapter

Author: MasterWill
Title: Frightful Attempt - Last Chapter
Date: 06 February 2011

Chapter Four
I heard the car pull up and I grabbed the towelled vase and stood off to the side of the door. Steve was going to pay dearly for fucking me up like that.
The key went into the lock and I was ready. The beer and the shot held me quite calm.
The door opened and the sentence he was starting got cut off by the vase crashing down on his head. Down he went, knocked out on the floor. I grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him into the house and closed and locked the front door. I pulled him further into the living room and rolled him on his stomach. I picked up the broken vase and tossed it on the couch.
I took the leather ball gag and stuck it in his mouth. I cinched the gag as tight as I could. I applied a blindfold and again, very tight. I was really enjoying this. His hands were brought behind his back and I used a technique I learned during a self-bondage session to tie his hands. I crossed his hands at the wrists, actually a little higher up the arm so I had more room along the lower arm and wrist to work with. Using a 6 foot piece of 5/16 braided nylon rope I began the tie. I folded the rope and located the center. The center of the rope was laid over the wrist on the outside arm. I then brought both tail ends under the inside wrist/arm, pulled them up over the outside wrist/arm, crossed the rope tails over the outside wrist/arm went down under the bottom wrist /arm again. This technique I copied until I had enough rope left to tie the reef knot. The tie at this point was snug but what I did next made sure this fucker was going to feel tight bonds. I took a 2 foot piece of the same rope, found its center bite and applied the rope between the tie I had on the crossed wrist. This technique works to tighten the rope between the wrists and I made damned sure it did.
Steve was still out cold. I pulled off his boots and threw them to the side. I unbuckled his belt then I opened his pants button, lowered the zipper and proceeded to pull his pants off. I decided to get rough. I yanked his pants off. The underwear I simply ripped off. I went into the kitchen and took a knife out of the wooden block. The knife was used to cut Steve’s shirt. I cut the shirt in several areas and pulled it off in several pieces. At one point his head came off the floor and fell hard. I didn’t give shit. I took his socks off. I got another couple of pieces of rope, one 6 foot and one 2 foot, crossed his ankles and tied his feet/ankles the same manner as his wrists. At this point he was going nowhere. He looked good, naked and partially tied on the floor. But I was far from over.
Into the kitchen I went. I opened the fridge and took another beer. I had a gulp of beer and thought about what I was going to do next. I checked Steve to make sure he was still breathing. He was. I sat on the couch with beer in hand. After what he did to me and left me alone in a serious situation I wanted payback. It didn’t take too long to come up with an idea.
I checked around the house for items I could use for my plan. In my search I located a couple of areas where Steve stashed some rather nice BDSM equipment. I slowly went through his stuff and brought the items I wanted into the living room where he was laying quite still. I went back to the couch and sat drinking my beer. As I looked at him my mind went back to my thoughts when I was left trussed up like a stuffed pig and the fear I experienced. I could have gone unconscious and potentially have choked myself to death. Steve will not like what happens to him when he comes around. I looked down at him and thought his legs would be hard to tie when he awakens.
I got up and found a couple of 12 foot pieces of rope. I straddled him on his ass, pulled his cross tied ankles towards his butt. I made sure the inner calves came to contact with his inner thighs. I found the rope center and keeping the center in one hand I wrapped the tail ends around his left leg a few inches above the existing tie, pulled the tails through the center of the rope, forming a lark’s head. When I wrap rope I do not overlap. I apply each wrap of rope beside the existing wrap to make the end result become 4 to 6 inches of rope evenly around the outside of the calves and thighs a few inches above the ankles. This adds more surface area to the tie and heightens the bond. I did the same thing to the other leg. Two 4 foot pieces of rope were used to cinch the leg ties by inserting them between the upper part of wraps of the inner calf/thigh, centering the rope by pulling it through the tight spot made by the calf and thigh being tied together. Then I took the tail ends wrapped the ropes under the existing tie and repeated this procedure till I had only enough rope to tie the knot. I know from experience that this is fucking tight and inescapable. Now I knew he was not going to give me a hard time. He was mine to do what I pleased.
I am not sure why, but I made a decision to remove the gag. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it would be stuffed back in his mouth when I felt it was right.
I went into the kitchen, found a large glass and filled it with cold water. I went over to where Steve was laying. I rolled him on his side and threw the water in his face. It didn’t take long for him to respond. I was amused as I watched his response.
His body began to come alive. There were slight movements at first and then nothing. I looked with intense interest as his senses started to come round. I can only imagine what was going on in his mind. After his body moved a bit it did not take long for him to realize something was wrong.
“Oh, fuck. What’s going on.” He muttered.
“Well, welcome back to the world of reality.” I said. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, man?”
“What the hell do YOU think I’m doing, you piece of shit? You led me to believe we were going to have a great bondage session with some role play and some fun and I was hoping to have a passionate night with you, but instead, you tied me up worse than a trussed pig and left me in a very dangerous situation. I could have died you prick. ”
“Well, you’re not dead, are you? Now stop playing games. You got the bondage you said you liked. I threw in a mind fuck by leaving you here to revel in your bondage heaven. I knew you would be alright. I wasn’t too far away. Now stop this. Untie me.”
“Steve, you are in no condition to give orders to me. Matter of fact the plans I have for you are going to place you in the same mind set I enjoyed while you were away doing whatever the fuck you were doing! First things first, I don’t want to hear anything from you. ”
He was about to protest more but I stuffed the ball gag in his mouth and tied it tightly at the nape of his neck. One of the items I found in my search was a nice roll of black bondage tape. Steve reacted by convoluted body movements. I got on the floor, lifted his head and placed it on my knees. I pulled some of the bondage tape from the roll and starting just below the nose I made several wraps around his head lowering the tape slightly in ever turn until the space between his nose and chin was covered with the bondage tape.
“At least now, you fucker, I won’t have to listen to your drivel.”
I let his head go and it fell to the floor on his chin.
“Mmmmmmphhhh. Mmmmmmphhh,” was all he could get out. I let him squeal like that for a minute or so. I was having fun with this.
Finally I got tired of his moaning so I gave him a good kick in the stomach and told him to shut the fuck up. His body reacted to the kick and he stopped his moans. I bent down and took him by the hair of the head and pulled his head back.
“You make another sound, (edited), and I will really hurt you,” I screamed at his face. “You’re going to get some serious payback.”
I placed him in a sitting position and told him not to move an inch. Using a 20 foot piece of rope and the same technique, I put multiple wraps around his upper body then cinched the rope at the armpits. Satisfied that it was tight enough, I pushed his body on the floor in a prone position. He landed on his backside so I rolled him flat on his stomach and pushed his head into the floor. He tried to lift his head and I slapped his face.
“Don’t fuck with me, man! You will take your comeuppance like the snake you are.”
I got a 16 foot piece of rope, straddled his lower back, pulled his elbows as close as I could given his state and completed the tie in the same way. I used another piece of rope to apply a cinch roll along the elbow rope so it looked like something you would see in Japanese style shibari bondage. I was pleased with the result.
I got off him, stood up and walked to the couch to sit down. I finished drinking my beer as I looked at my victim. I watched as he struggled with the bonds. He kept quite in his struggle. Only faint grunts came from his gagged mouth. I noticed his hands were turning a peculiar shade of red. The circulation of blood was starting to abate. I paid no fussy attention to his discomfort. Seeing the leather hood on the floor where I left it, I thought it could be put to a better use. I picked up the hood and went to Steve. I loosened the leather string and expanded the opening as far as I could. I approached him and began to put the hood over his head. He tried to move away so I slapped him in the face.
“Don’t move asshole! This won’t take too long to get on you.”
As I pulled the front of the hood down over his face it got stuck at the chin. I yanked the hood hard and it slipped past the chin. It took a couple of more minutes for me to tighten the laces at the back of the hood. And I tightened it as tight as I could without breaking the leather lace. Using a 6 foot piece of rope I circled his throat by using a lark’s head with the rope tails laid on his back. I lifted the tails of the rope and directed them to where his tied ankles were. I pulled the rope under the ankles and brought the tails to the top of the tie. Pulling extremely hard I split the rope tails and wrapped them around his ankles and finished with a nice knot. The strain on his throat was probably causing a breathing issue but I didn’t care. It looked good on him.
I bent over and grabbed his tied body by the elbow rope and dragged him closer to the couch where I temporarily propped him on his side against the couch. I had found some leather laces in his kinky stash and made up my mind to tie his cock and balls up in a very bad way. With one hand I took hold of his balls and with the other I grabbed his cock and proceeded to stretch them apart. Steve let out his best complaint through the gag, bondage tape and the leather hood. I slapped at the side of his face to have him stop moaning. He stopped for the time being. Using the lace I circled his balls several times, making sure not to let up on the aggressive way I was applying the lace. Looking at his balls I thought they needed a little more work so I began circling the lace on the left nut first, then the right. Now it looked as uncomfortable as hell and I smirked to no one in particular. Satisfied with my work I tossed his body back on the floor, cock first. His scream fell on no one. I grabbed hold of the tied elbows once again and dragged him back to the middle of the room.
I went in the kitchen and I found a dish cloth. I wetted the cloth under the tap. Placed on his ass, the cloth released water over a large area of his ass. Another nice item in Steve’s stash was an awesome looking wood paddle. I took the cloth off his ass and the rope on his throat. This gave me room for an upcoming paddling. With the paddle in hand, I came down hard on his wet ass. The muffled scream caused me a woody. I was going to enjoy this experiment. Usually I would warm up my submissives’ ass by paddling gently at first and working up to being harsh and hard. In this circumstance however I felt Steve was going to get a fucking good paddling for leaving me like he did. I pounded and pounded until his ass welted in a big way. His body language and muffled screams instilled in me a sense of fulfillment but I wasn’t finished yet.
While looking around the house I noticed a small sewing kit. My thoughts were drawn to the kit and what I could do with it to make Steve’s predicament more painful. The sewing kit was in his bedroom. I picked it up and opened it to see what it contained. Inside were several needles of various sizes, a few spools of coloured thread, some buttons and other odds and ends. It took me back to my navy days where we were allowed time to “make and mend”. Time was allowed for the sailors to repair their uniforms and other military items. If your gear was up to snuff you took the time off to do whatever you liked.
What to do? What to do? I went back to the living room with needles and thread, sat on the couch and let my mind wander. It took only a minute or so before a light went off in my head.
I approached his tied form, bent over and moved his body on his back. This worked fine as he was not hogtied at this point because I removed that rope to paddle his ass. I took the thinnest needle from the kit and threaded it with about 16 inches of line and tied it off with multiple knots. I did this so the thread had a nice small ball at the end. Without warning I squeezed his left nipple between my index and forefinger then pushed the needle through. It sounded like ripped cartilage. His body convulsed and he screamed as best he could. I straddled his chest to immobilize his body and did the same thing to his other nipple. With me on top he could not do too much. I pulled the thread and the ball of knotted thread stopped at the hole in his left nipple. I pulled hard on the thread and his nipples bent looked at each other. The whine from his gagged mouth sounded like music to my ears. I tied the thread off. The pain was audible and highly muffled. I laughed. I watched him with wry amusement and a small sense of satisfaction of what I had done.
As I mentioned, I derived a small sense of satisfaction. I wanted him to suffer more. I reached down and turned his body on to his stomach. This move caused his nipples to hit the floor and he reached yet another pinnacle of pain. I picked up the rope that I removed from the legs and the choke hold and tied it back where it came from. Steve was now severely gagged, hooded, hogtied in a very tight choke with his nipples pierced and held together by thread and his ass welted up and turning a weird shade of blue. I gave thought to exiting the house and leaving him the way he left me but I couldn’t get my head around the dark ominous and potentially fatal plan.
I opened the front door then slammed it closed. Little did he realize I did not leave the house and I quietly sat, with my back along the wall beside the door, and gazed at Steve as he struggled. He used his body to try and relieve the pressure on his throat and succeeded but only temporarily. His muscles could not keep up with the strain. He managed to roll over on his side which allowed the choke to lessen to a certain degree but his discomfort was complete. I felt sure the thoughts going through his mind now were very similar to what I experienced when I heard the door slam for the last time and I was left to my own devices or demise.
I stared fixedly at what I had done for quite awhile. I paid particular attention to his breathing. As I watched his chest moved in a staggered abrupt manner, I felt satisfied with what I had done. Although his struggles were feeble for the most part I think he realized he could do nothing to help his cause.
Steve was fucked!
I knew it and I am sure he felt the same way. Although I was pissed for the way he left me, I felt I could not be as cruel as he had been. I don’t know what came over me, perhaps a sense of being compassionate toward my fellow man; in point of fact something deep inside me said I had to let him out. The little devil on my left shoulder said fuck him but the little angel on the right said I had to free him because it was the right thing to do before things got worse. I gave it some consideration and came to the conclusion the angel was right. However, it would be on my terms and to my satisfaction.
I rose up from the wall, reached for the door and opened it. I slammed it closed and stomped into the living room making as much noise as I could. I actually noted a large deal of tension leave his body. It was palpable and distinct. I was sure he must be feeling the end is near and his release was forthcoming. Although the little angel won the argument in my mind I was not going to completely release him from his bonds.
I rolled his body onto his stomach and released the rope holding his hogtie and the choke. I put his body back on his side and broke the thread tying his nipples. I pulled the remaining loose threads through the bloody nipples one at a time and his body responded rather violently in kind. I removed the hood, the bondage tape and finally the ball gag.
“Now (edited), you’ve had a glimpse of how you left me, how did it feel?” I asked.
“Please untie me, Tony. I can’t take this anymore. My hands and feet are numb.”
“I am not finished with you yet.”
“Please, please, I am sorry for leaving you alone in that way but I thought it was what you wanted and fantasized about?”
“At first when you got aggressive and vocal, Steve, I was really enjoying the scene but you turned it into the most frightful attempt of play I have ever experienced. I was thinking that I was going to die. Were it not for the one knot I found I probably would have. I don’t know how long you were gone or what you were doing but it was quite awhile. To me it was an eternity.”
“I’m sorry man, I am real sorry. How can I make it up to you?”
“Right now I am going to feed you my cock and if you do a good job I might loosen your bonds somewhat.”
I dropped my drawers and underwear and I sat on the floor in front of his face. I lifted his blindfolded face and stuck my limp cock into his mouth. His mouth and tongue closed on my dick and the warmth of his mouth got a rise out of me. As the woody got harder I thrust it to the back of his throat as hard as I could. Soon my dick was standing at full attention and I increased the thrusts. Between the thrusts he gagged and spewed spit all over me. Not once did he let up. This impressed me. I kept up this action until I was about to come. I pulled my cock from his mouth and backed off from his face.
I went to his tied legs and released the rope holding them together. His sigh of relief was loud. I went back to the front of him, picked up the ball gag and forced it back into his gaping mouth. I tied it tight. I went back to his aft section, raised his ass off the floor, pulled his ass cheeks apart and shoved my rock hard dick full tilt into his ass. I fucked him hard and I fucked him fast. It didn’t take long to inject my sperm into his awaiting butt. I blew a fucking huge load and my body quivered like never before.
“Now, Steve, if I release you are you going to be a good boy?” I asked.
He nodded his head.
I removed the gag first, then the blindfold. I gave him time for his eyes to focus. I placed my body on the floor in front of his face.
“Are you sure you are going to be a good boy?”
“I promise.” He replied.
I released the rest of the rope and I was ready for the upcoming confrontation. Nothing happened. He took a long hard look at me and smiled. His smile was so wide it filled the room.
“You fucking son of a bitch! That had to be the best scene I have ever had. You called it a frightful attempt? Well Tony boy that it was. That it was.”
He came over to me and latched a huge deep passionate kiss onto my lips. I wasn’t sure what was going on but I let it happen.
After we kissed, Steve went to the fridge and brought back a couple of beers. We drank the beer in silence. The silence broke and we talked for hours. We ended up in bed together that night but I’ll never forget that frightful attempt.

The End