The Bondage Bandit

The Bondage Bandit Based on the Bondage Bandit creation by Prince 4:23PM The Bondage Bandit was a careful sort when it came to the selection of his playmates. The meticulous attention he paid to every possible outcome is what had led to him evading authorities for so long. Sometimes it would take him weeks of waiting and watching before finally deciding on playtime. On this particular occasion – a warm but dark winter evening – eight days of waiting had presented an interesting opportunity. At a local community center there was the yearly Winter Dance Event being held this very night. It was a strictly adults only event with heavy drinking long into the night. The event didn't even officially end until 1 AM and would run longer commonly. A husband and wife living in the home the Bondage Bandit watched from behind a tree across the street were attending this event. He had observed them planning the night, he had seen the invitation when he looked in their kitchen window. They would drive to the event and then walk back home very late. Most importantly of all, with no babysitters available, they were placing their faith in their son Ben to stay home alone that night. Getting a little closer to the home now, moving like a cat, the Bondage Bandit crept to the rear of the house with a sack in hand and listened from beneath the kitchen window. “Ben, what did I just say?” “Heat up the food in the microwave for three minutes.” “No, I said four minutes. Honestly, you need to pay more attention.” “Mom, I'll be fine.” The Bondage Bandit could tell that the boy was fidgeting awkwardly even without looking in. He was uncomfortable with his mother being so strict and over protective. She wanted to make sure everything was just right. “If you don't want your father to ground you then you'll be sure to follow- “I know, I know!” the boy interrupted. “Heat up the food from the fridge when I get hungry, I can play games until ten, and in bed no later than eleven. I. Know.” The discussion went back and fourth a few more times until the mother was satisfied that her son knew his instructions. Now all that was left to do was wait just a little long. 5:15PM “Bye! Have a good time!” From the fence at the back garden where the Bondage Bandit had concealed himself he saw the family car pull away with mother and father inside. He heard the front door close and lock. Ben would do what he often did whether his parents were there or not – he would sit himself in front of the family TV, switch on his gaming console, and play one of his favorite shooters. At the rear of the house was a fairly long garden and then beyond them was a woodland area. The Bondage Bandit made his way to the right most rear window and smirked as he found it to be off the latch. Four out of seven days a week this window was absentmindedly left like this. He quietly slid the window up and hopped up onto the frame before climbing down inside with his little brown sack with him. The room seemed to be meant for laundry, but that wasn't important. He opened the door just by a tiny amount and saw that it led out into a hall with a few doors on either side. He surmised, judging by the sound of gunfire and explosions, where Ben was. Soon, it would be time to play. 5:30PM After waiting enough time to account for Ben's parents returning for something they had forgotten, The Bondage Bandit had decided that it was time to play his favorite game. While waiting for the fifteen minutes he had already looked out some things from his sack to prepare for what came next. He picked up a folded handkerchief and dripped chloroform into it. Next, he opened the door as silently as he could and crept out. Ben was totally transfixed by the game he was playing on the huge flat screen TV in the sitting room. He ducked and dived in time with his on screen character as he shot an assault rifle at the strange looking enemies. He had no idea someone was behind him, right up until a gloved hand clasped tightly around his face with the handkerchief right over his mouth and nose. The boy panicked as the much stronger, larger man picked him up and over the back of the comfortable seat he had been laying in and rolled on the floor with him until the chloroform did its work and the struggling became less and less and until the boy's hands flopped down to his sides. The Bondage Bandit let the boy down gently beside him and checked him over to make sure everything was alright – he prided himself on being safe and knew first aid if anything ever went wrong. Then he careful lifted Ben's blue shirt up and over his head, pulled down hits pants and took off his socks leaving him in just his underwear. Satisfied that all was well, the Bondage Bandit got up and looked around. He smirked as he saw a suitable chair in the adjacent dining room for the first game he wanted to play. He fetched the padded, armed chair and placed it in the centre of the room still facing the now paused video game. He gently picked the unconscious Ben up, sat him up in a slightly leaning position in the chair and then fetched many lengths of soft but sturdy brown rope. The Bondage Bandit was an expert at tying with rope in lovely, intricate ways that also were essentially impossible to escape from alone. First Ben's upper body was secured to the chair itself to stop him flopping to the floor. Then each leg was tied to a leg of the chair at the ankle and just below the knee. Then rope was wrapped around each thigh and pulled under the chair to then wrap around his wrists. From there more rope was applied to two more sections of his arms which then linked around to a criss-cross of rope up and down his chest. It left enough give for struggling, for the hint of being able to do something about it, but really no room for escape. To finish he fetched one of many rolls of grey duct tape and firmly wrapped some around both the boy's eyes and mouth as tightly as he could. 5:42PM A few gentle slaps to the side of Ben's face and smelling salts under his nose finally roused the boy from his forced sleep. As his body woke it slowly explored and discovered his situation. It felt the inability to move his legs from where they were, it felt his hands held behind the chair he was tied to, and he felt the gag keeping him from barely making any sounds. The struggling began soon after. The Bondage Bandit watched with glee – Ben was quite the struggler. “Hello, Ben,” he said at last. “I'm the Bondage Bandit and I've been watching you for quite a while. We're going to have a lot of fun tonight. The first game has already started, actually. I promise you are in no danger and you'll have a lot more fun than you would have with this video game.” There was muffled protests, cries for help and so much more struggling. The Bondage bandit got up, approached his captive and stroked his hair a little to help ease his worries. “I promise you are in no danger,” he repeated. “Now, for the first game... Oh! We need to be near a socket.” Ben yelped into his gag as he felt the whole chair be moved. It was dragged across the carpet nearer one corner of the room where there was an electrical socket in the wall. He was crying but the strain of trying to cry out was making his voice weak. “I'm going to plug in a vibrating wand and press it against your underwear. It will feel quite strange but also exciting. You might notice feelings you haven't felt before but I promise it will be worth it.” The Bondage Bandit calmly plugged the vibrating wand into the socket and pressed the rounded tip against the crotch of the boy, despite the protests. “Here is the first game, Ben. If I can't make you cum with this magic wand in five minutes I'll leave and nothing else will happen. If you do – and don't worry if you don't know what it means because I'll know – we move on to another game of mine.” With a click and a gentle hum the wand came to life. Ben stopped crying instantly as he felt it rubbing the tip of his penis from the other side of his underwear. He seemed confused, which was normal. The speed increased but only slightly and the Bondage Bandit began moving it up and down very slowly. He could tell Ben was confused by what he was feeling. There was still fear, certainly, but now also confusion as a tent grew in his underwear from the unfamiliar stimulation. “I don't know if you've been touching yourself down there yet but even if you have I'm sure this feels quite different.” “Hpppmm!” Again the speed of the wand was increased, as was the up and down motions of it across his stiffening shaft. Ben was no longer crying and in fact there was a moan or two of arousal. He was pushing into the wand a little, wanting to feel more. Something was building that he was utterly unfamiliar with and only two minutes had gone by. Ben arched forwards fighting against the ropes binding him and let out a huge grunt despite the tape wrapped around his mouth four or five times. In time with that a wet splatter appeared on his underwear. “Two minutes forty seven seconds,” The Bondage Bandit remarked. Ben was sweating and breathing heavily through his nose. The Bondage Bandit could tell it was his first proper orgasm. He patted the boy on his hair and pushed his head into his belly to settle him a little with the offer of comfort. “Well I hope you enjoyed that, Ben. But as per the rules I set out that means you lose and I win meaning that we will be playing another game.” The bound boy was silent. “Did you enjoy the feelings you had just now?” Still silent. “I can tell you did by the stain in your pants but I'd like to see confirmation from you with at least a nod.” After a long pause there was a slight nod. “Good boy. Now I'm sure you don't want to stay in those stained undies for much longer and I need to prep you for the next game so I'm going to have to make you take a little nap again. Don't worry – as I said you're in no danger of that you have my word.” There was no reply, but there was also no struggling or cries for help. “When you wake up you're going to be wrapped up in tape like an Egyptian mummy. It'll feel warm but it will lead to feeling that same emotion you just felt. Maybe more than once. That sounds good, doesn't it?” There was almost a nod. The Bondage Bandit saw the slight motion of Ben's head. He grinned to himself as he gently pressed the handkerchief over Ben's nose until the boy lost consciousness. 6:29PM It took a little while to undo all the ropes holding Ben to the chair, but it was finally done. The tape had also been cut free of his mouth and eyes using surgical scissors. The Bondage Bandit lay Ben on the couch and pulled down the boy's semen stained underwear. He placed them in his sack for now. He gathered up more of his things into the same sack, hoisted it over his shoulder and took it upstairs. While there he found Ben's room. Upon returning down stairs he picked up the small boy in his arms like a mother would hold a baby and gently carried him upstairs. He walked carefully and made sure to be safe. Eventually Ben was set down on his bed that was adorned with a super hero duvet. The boy was turned over on the bed so his little bubble butt pointed upwards. The Bondage Bandit took a pink bullet shaped object out of his sack, applied lubricant to it and slid it inside the boy's ass. He then pulled the extra long wire to one side to be careful not to lose the control box attached to the other end. That done, the Bondage Bandit set to work on the next steps. He took out a roll of shrink wrap and set to his task. He took each of Ben's arms and wrapped the see-through film up and down the length of the limb including the hand so that the boy's fingers were trapped in a mitt-like shape. Once both arms were like this he did the same with each supple leg individually right down to the toes. “You know there is an art to this,” he whispered despite knowing Ben was not awake. “If you don't do this right a simple bend or enough struggling can make it so easy to escape. But if you take the time to do it the way I do it... well, I don't think you'll be getting out of this without help.” The shrink wrap was rolled around the boy's stomach, waist and thighs with only a gap left for his placid penis. From the neck down he was now sealed up in the shrink wrap but The Bondage Bandit was not satisfied. Another layer on each individual body part was applied. Then, and only then, the next step could happen. The first roll of silver duct tape that had been used from before re-emerged from his brown sack. The Bondage Bandit set about his task once more except this time with the tape instead of the shrink wrap. Each hand was wrapped from shoulder to fingers in the silver tape with meticulous detail paid to overlapping each strand and pulling them tight. Each leg from thigh to toes was next and then after that from the neck down to the waist and pelvis. Once again the only unwrapped space was his small flaccid penis which flopped over the top of the tape. He looked like an adorable duct tape doll. He still was not finished as the Bondage Bandit reached for another roll. Ben's arms and legs were pressed together and this time the next layer of tape went right around his small body. On top of the inner layer of tape separating the boy's limbs it created and ultra tight cocoon with little to no movement possible. The same level of attention was paid to this layer with everything having to be correctly lined up. Ben would become the perfect duct tape mummy soon enough. 7:37PM Ben stirred. He was still blind as his tape blindfold had been reapplied to his wrapped head. As he was fully waking he felt something pressed into his ungagged, open mouth. Soon after that tape was rolled around his lower face and then under his jaw to the top of his plastic wrapped head. There had only been space for his mouth and that was only to put in the surprise. Ben tasted the thing in his mouth and groaned a little and then, of course, discovered that he could barely move an inch. The Bondage Bandit sat next to him by his bed and finished applying the tape to the boy's head to finish his cocoon. He waited until Ben was just waking up to be safe before putting his semen stained pants into his mouth and reapplying the gag. “I'm still right next to you, Ben,” the Bondage Bandit said. “Do not be alarmed you are perfectly safe. Test your bondage out a little. See how much you can move. You're tightly wrapped from head to toe in extra strong duct tape on top of multiple layers of plastic wrap.” A shuffle slightly to one side and a raise of the legs before they plummeted back onto the bed was all the boy could manage. The bindings held firm with no visible unintended splits. He shook a little and made no leeway on anything close to getting free. Eventually he let out a big sigh and flopped back onto the pillow behind his head, defeated. “Quite strong, isn't it? I don't think you'll get out without my help.” The boy mummy on the bed nodded. “Have you noticed anything different?” Ben shook his taped up head. “Well your penis is not encased in tape but I'm sure you've noticed that haven't you?” A slight nod. “There's something else. Before wrapping you up I put a vibrating plug inside your butt. I'm holding a little control here in my hand – I know you can't see – but trust me I have it right here. If I switch this one the thing in your butt will start vibrating just like the wand I used before.” The boy mummy listened through the tape and only moved subtly. He tightened his buttocks within the tape cocoon and felt the invader inside. “Do you remember that good feeling that built up before?” Another nod. “That was called an orgasm. There's many ways a body can experience this sensation and through your butt is another way. If I switch this on you might experience that same event again just from a different place.” The mummy on the bed turned its head in his direction to show he was fully listening and the Bondage Bandit noted that the boy's penis was getting hard. “Would you like to feel that great orgasm feeling again?” A slight pause once more but then a confident nod. “I knew you would that's why I picked you to play with.” A moan and a slight arch of his body again forced his now fully erect penis in the air. “Oh I know you're eager but we need to play a game first, remember?” There was an annoyed grunt from the boy mummy. “I'm going to give you ten minutes. Ten whole minutes! That's a long time, right? Ten minutes and I have a timer right here to keep track. You have ten minutes to try and break out of your adorable little tape cocoon. If you break out then I lose and you get that orgasm you want. If you don't break out then I win. You won't get that orgasm or anything else. Nod if you understand.” He nodded. “Your ten minutes start... Now!” 7:45PM The intense struggling boy began fighting against the tape holding him on the bed. He fought and pushed and kicked and lifted and twisted and almost rolled off the bed three times. 7:48PM Ben grunted and twisted back and fourth trying to break a seal in the tape but even if the outer shell had such an imperfection the wrap and tape hold his individual limbs gave him barely any movement and held firm. 7:51PM The boy mummy fought as best he could but was sweating and tired. He was reaching the point of exhaustion and could barely struggle now. 7:55PM The game was over and Ben could barely move. He was panting within his tape shell. “That's ten minutes, Ben,” The Bondage Bandit said and patted the mummy on the head. Ben protested from inside the tape, ignoring his semen stained pants in his mouth. He wanted more time. “Oh, Ben, I played a small trick on you.” A questioning mumble came from the cocoon. “I knew you would not be able to escape. The real game was watching you try. I loved every minute of it so thank you for trying so desperately. You really enjoyed your first orgasm, I understand that. You'll be rewarded for playing along so well my little taped up mummy.” Ben wasn't precisely sure what the Bondage Bandit was talking about but let out a yelp as he felt the thing inside his ass suddenly kick into life. It vibrated around inside there sending unfamiliar sensations up and down his body. “There we go – it's on the medium setting.” The boy moaned and lifted himself a little off the bed by digging his wrapped feet into the covers. He felt the vibrations all through his lower body. “Now if you do orgasm from your butt there might not be any semen expelled from your penis this time, but you should still feel wonderful things. I'm setting it to high now.” Ben moaned even loader as the thing inside his ass kicked into high gear. He rocked back and forth with renewed vigor as he felt tingly up the length of erection right to the very tip as it bobbed up and down frantically. The Bondage Bandit had been right that nothing would come out except a few dribbles of pre-cum but Ben had experienced a full anal orgasm with surprising swiftness. With a smile, the Bondage Bandit set the vibrator back down to low. Grabbing the nearby plastic wrap and duct tape he then gently pushed Ben's penis against his stomach and sealed it away with tape like the rest of his body. He then lay next to the boy mummy on the small bed and stroked his face and chest. “You did really well today Ben. I knew you would enjoy my game.” Ben gently moaned inside his tape shell.