Mathurin In Distress Part 1

Author: Bondwriter
Title: Mathurin in Distress Part 1
Date: 30 December 2007

Chapters 1&2

1.The beginning of a long adventure

– “Good! This time, you pass the test with flying colors…”
Mathurin pulled up his white Lycra swimming suit. Évariste had forced the sexy undergarment upon him at the beginning of the week. He was supposed to wear it night and day, but to keep it spotless. And on that Friday it was still perfectly clean. He was undergoing one last inspection before they would go on vacation.

“Meet me on the parking lot at five o’clock sharp!” Évariste ordered while patting the boy’s buttocks. He left his “guest” of the forthcoming two weeks, and stepped out from the third floor bathroom where he had just checked on the underwear’s cleanliness.

It was now the second year they shared a room on campus. Mathurin’s thick brown hair and his full lips had quickly seduced Évariste who had not taken long in gaining his roommate’s favors. His own nineteen-year old body, both stocky and slender, the hair wick half covering his left eye, the shiny face with a cute smile could not leave Mathurin insensitive.

Mathurin had never been able so far to make his desire for the boys who had attracted him come true. They spent hours together, whether in the gym or studying in the library, keeping for the evenings the joy of discovering each other’s body through the soft strokes and caresses boys can give.

No one knew about their relationship, which was fortunate, for despite the numerous claims for tolerance of their university, same-sex couples were cruelly separated in order to enforce the general rule of no sex on campus for first and second year students.
“You may do that at home,” a student-housing executive had explained while evicting a boys' couple one year earlier. The anecdote had gone round the students, forcing those who had managed to get accommodated with their lovers in their second year to keep a low profile.

Aware of this fact, our two young heroes were rather discrete. Their embraces were almost innocent. They reached the peaks of pleasure through mutual masturbation or delicate oral sex. They had actually perfected their technique throughout their freshman year.

The summer vacation had seemed endless to them, as they had to work in two different cities, quite remote from one another. Their reunion was quite moving, their mouths eager to gob up each other’s member to get the supreme thrill of sexual ecstasy.

The nature of their relationship had changed a little while after they had come back to school. Évariste had found quite a captivating book under his lover’s mattress. It was a book narrating the Adventures of Sweet Gwendoline. He flicked through it lengthily; he was aroused by the one thousand and one ways the poor girl was restrained by her captors.

Évariste was not surprised by the fetishist tastes of his cock’s sucker but rather by his attraction to women. He had to find out which perversion Mathurin was subject to. He decided to set up a little experiment.

2.Very first time

He had waited for the proper moment, once having gotten a hold of the items needed for his try-out. On a Tuesday night in their room, after a short embrace, the light was turned off quite early. Two or three hours had gone by when a flashlight was switched on, its light subdued by the sheets.

It was Mathurin, who slept in the upper part of their bunk bed. He thought he was the only one awake and he got the precious volume out from its hideout. He started browsing casually, flipping the pages with his left hand, his right one moving down towards his sex, which he undertook to stroke softly.

He was getting close to orgasm when a black satin-gloved hand covered his mouth, and another one pressed his neck. A voice whispered into his ear:
“So you thought I slept? You imagined you could engage in your devious practices? Well, think twice! But if you like bonds and strictness, you’re definitely gonna get it…”
Quite surprised to be thus caught red-handed, the poor guy agreed as much as the situation allowed. Évariste then whispered his next order:
“Get down!”

He was docilely obeyed, Mathurin not even protesting against the hand that maintained its pressure. The feelings caused by the grip of both palms and fingers on his lips, his cheeks and his neck met desires going back to long ago, as far back as he could actually remember. The sweet firmness of the hand gag got him to literally melt, and he grunted with satisfaction, causing in return a much-appreciated stimulation of the hand that was sealing his lips. In the almost complete darkness of a room lit by the torchlight only, Évariste led his friend to one of the bedposts, against which he put him up, the satin still preventing any possible calls for help.

“I’m going to remove my hand, and you’re not going to scream. But you’re gonna open it up so I may stuff that in!”
He held in his hand a piece of white material which he then shoved inside his victim’s open mouth, once it was cleared and his jaws were stretched open.
“Good. Now you’re gonna keep quiet while I grab what I need to take care of you.”

Then, pointing the boy’s mouth with his forefinger, he said:
“By the way, these are the underpants I wore yesterday, don’t chew too much on them, I want to wear them again.”
Standing against the bedpost, naked and thus silenced, Mathurin was waiting for what would come next. A match was struck, and Évariste used it to light up a few candles that were on the desk. The briefs eater then saw in the glimmering light how his friend was dressed.

The satin gloves went up to the elbows, and they matched perfectly the shorts made out of the same material. It wrapped his butt up daintily, enhancing his wonderful curves. Seeing this body he had lusted for so many times swathed in glistening material did not help the motionless viewer. Évariste joked about it:
“Attention! ‘shun!”
He came back towards his victim, with a wide roll of tape in his hand.

“Get your wrists on the post…”
Once he was obeyed, he taped them on with several turns of the roll.
“That will prevent you from any inappropriate gesture… Good, now I am going to gag you, as you should be gagged: I want my prisoner unable to speak, and even more so unable to scream so that he gets help to get free, for I want you to remain captive for quite a while…”

He started rummaging through Mathurin’s mouth, fitting it with a small silk handkerchief folded as a thick strip on top of the white underwear already lining his palate. He made him bite on the hanky. Évariste’s finger then spread the fabric across his teeth, and then he pulled down on the lips to close them down on the silk.

Grabbing yet another roll of surgical tape, smoother than the previous one and at least three-inch wide, he cut off a four inches long piece that he applied over the fleshy lips. He then smoothed down the tape with his thumbs to make sure it would fit snugly against the consenting and excited mouth of the poor lad who was grunting with pleasure.

He then tore off several strips, which he stretched across the silky tape dressed lips, hence covering his lower face with a strong and intricate webbing of intertwined sticky pieces. He perfected his work with a long strip that he wrapped around his head several times, covering the already sealed lips in order to be certain his detainee would not get rid of it.
“I need to get you dressed up a bit. You ain’t gonna stay with a bare cock all night!”

Évariste fetched his friend’s black bathing trunks in their closet. He kneeled down to slip it on all the way up his butt, but he had a hard time to get the sex inside the shiny briefs for it pointed inflexibly upwards, going towards the sky as a plane taking off. He then stuck his legs to the metal bedpost, at the ankles and at the knees.

A last strip was applied at the top of the thighs, just below the turgid penis to make the young masturbator perfectly immobile. Stepping back a little, Évariste admired the result: a nice young man welded to the bedpost, unable to beg or to call for help in any way…

“So you hide from me to wank? And looking at girls, you mucky pup. I’m gonna have a closer look at this book, then!”
He climbed up in the bed of his unfortunate comrade and got a hold of the incriminated book that he laid right next to its owner’s head. He lied down on his belly and began whispering the dialogues. He stopped every now and then to describe the pictures or to caress his captive’s forehead or lips. The satiny touch and the storytelling were getting the hapless chap all worked up.

Once Évariste was done with his reading, he closed the book and got down from the bed without a noise. He came close to his prisoner. With the tip of his tongue, he tickled his face. The satin glove came to rest on the bulge inside the trunks. He was amazed at the strength of Lycra that was under a lot of strain.

“You’d like me to keep on fondling you until you cum, wouldn’t you? Sorry, but I think I should teach you a little lesson. You’re going to remain snugly tied up and meditate on this literature you hide from me.”
Mathurin grunted under the thick taping, hoping to make his jailer feel sorry for him for he was not that willing to spend a night leaning on the bedpost with underwear in his mouth.

“So, little rogue, what is it that you want?”
“Fmmmdrmmmmph!”
“If only I could understand what you’re asking, maybe I could give it to you. But you don’t make much sense!”
“MMMMMPHMMMBLLMM!”
“Calm down! You’re getting all excited, and it doesn’t make it any easier… Speak more clearly!”

Mathurin understood it was a waste of time and that Évariste was really going to leave him there all night long repenting for his ‘fault’.
“Tt! Tt! You’re not gonna get out that easily. I still have to dress you up for the night…”
The little clicking of the tongue and the following cryptic remark caused a last burst of protest.
“Mmmmphf… MMMmmhhh!!!!!!! Mbllmmmm…”

But Évariste’s sniggering was his only verbal response. His gestures were about to explain what his words meant. Taking a huge black silk square from under his pillow he folded it in eight lengthwise, and wrapped it around his friend’s naked thighs, stretching the glittering material dutifully so as not to have a single wrinkle show and to enhance the prisoner’s long muscles. A piece of tape was used to hold the bandage in place, from just above the knee all the way to the top.

The same type of scarf was then folded to get to the wanted width and was used to enrobe the shins in as tight a fashion, which made them shine in an even more ravishing way in Évariste’s eye. A last scarf of the same size, but of a dark green color was applied from his shoulders to his waist.

Still very snug fitting, it was taped all along the bunk bed’s post where the end overlapped the wrapping. Thus packed in silk, Mathurin got back into expecting a caress that would free him from his desire, but it did not seem to be part of his dreadful friend’s intentions…

This latter actually blew the candles off and got into bed, his detainee within his reach. The poor boy heard his friend masturbating and he was quite frustrated not to be able to do the same. Being available for his companion, the most lustful thoughts assaulted his mind. Long hours went by before he dozed off.

(to be continued...)