My Straitjacket Adventure By Chryslerman
Chryslerman@yahoo.com
© 2001, Chryslerman

We were together watching a College Football game, loving the way their uniforms fit on their physiques. Every time they bent over, their spandex uniform pants stretching over their rears so tight, you can see every little muscle movement.

We had been friends for many years, and had taken a dare from a couple of girls at a bar, we were all drunk at the time, for the 2 of us to kiss. We did, just a smack on the lips, but they said No it had to be deeper. So we did it again, much deeper and passionate, and never talked about it again. That was almost 2 years ago.

Anyway, our team was winning, and it was about the start of the 4th quarter. Normally, after the game, I’d head home and go to bed, but a commercial came on TV featuring a man strapped into a Straightjacket. Now, I have had a SJ fetish since I was a little kid. I have always imagined myself being restrained in a straightjacket and be kept in my high schools locker room by the Varsity Football team. Just one more reason to feel bad for never trying out for the team.

He was watching me while I was engrossed in the commercial. “Hey man, its your turn to get the beer!” But I made no acknowledgement of him. He came up and pushed me on the shoulder, and asked what was wrong. I was just lubricated enough to answer quite honestly. “That straightjacket… It really looks nice… Nice and tight…”

“Not as tight as I make them.” He said. “What???”

“I strap them up tighter. Want to see?”  I told him sure. I didn’t think it would go anywhere from that point, and I went into his fridge and got us both another beer. When I got back to the couch he was practically buried in the closet. My heart began racing when he pulled a beautiful Leather Straightjacket out of the back, complete with all of the straps and buckles dangling as he held it out for me to look at.

“Is it a real straightjacket?” I asked. I felt a bit embarrassed as I began filling out the front of my pants.

“Sure. I ordered it off the internet, and it was made to the same requirements that the old institutional ones were.” He moved over in front of me. “Want to see how tight and confining it can be? My victims need to remove their shirts and shoes, so hurry up.”

The idea of becoming his victim made me nearly cum right there! I managed to keep control of myself as I reached down and took off my shoes. He then took some initiative and reached down and took off my socks, then planted himself on my lap, then lifted my T-Shirt off and planted a kiss on me with more intensity then when we kissed on a dare. It was the most wonderful kiss I’d ever had, and it lasted until I he got up, and grinned at me some more. He took the SJ off the hanger.

“Its much easier on my victims if they kneel in front of me.” He said. There I was shirtless, shoe/sock less, kneeling in front of the TV, watching the two teams going at in the field. He knelt behind me and he rubbed my shoulders to loosen them up.

“Its going to be just fine” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve been waiting for 2 years now for this.”

I held my arms out encased in leather as he began buckling the straps. It fit perfectly around my neck, with padding around it, like a nice warm turtleneck sweater.

He continued strapping me in. “You think that’s tight?” he asked. I nodded yes. “Just wait until I do those crotch straps.” He said. “First lets get those arms taken care of.”

He made me stand up and pulled each of my arms through the chest loops before he buckled them against my back. He put his knee in the small of my back for leverage, and I almost fell over when he released me when he was done. I tried moving my arms, but couldn’t move them much more than an inch in any direction. I was in heaven! I was in a straightjacket, and couldn’t have been in anybody betters control.

He pulled me over to the mirror in the hallway, and I saw myself in like a dream come true! And there he was standing next to me. I was his victim, in his total control, and I couldn’t escape. He grabbed the crotch strap and tugged on it.

“This is an important strap, because it keeps you from wriggling the jacket up over your head.” He told me. Then to my shock, and pleasure, he began to unbutton and unzip my pants. He fed the crotch strap down inside my shorts and pulled it up with so much force, that the straps came up the crack in my butt cheeks. I was pushed back out into the living room and down in a chair, and started buckling the straps.

“This is to show you just how tight a straightjacket can get!” and rolled me over and retightened every buckle on it. If fact he told me to hold my chest and stomach in before re-buckling them all. It resulted in the most constricting feeling I’ve ever had in my life.

He then pushed me back down into the chair, and told me we had to watch the rest of the game. So we sat there watching, me bouncing up and down with the action, like I wasn’t tightly wrapped in a straightjacket in my best friends living room. At the end of the game he told me to hang on for a few minutes.

When he came back, he was holding some of the most beautiful, fierce looking metal leg restraints I’ve ever seen. “These are locking leg braces. I don’t like my victims to wander off.” He said. Before I could move or protest, he was down in front of me, strapping my legs into these metal cages encircling the entire length of my legs. When he finished, he locked my knees in a bent position, forcing me to stay seated until they were removed or unlocked.

He stood up, looking at me kind of funny. I told him “I think I better get home.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s only 4pm on Saturday afternoon, and Mondays a holiday. What do you have to go for? And I don’t want to hear anymore about leaving.” And he reached up and pulled out an inflatable gag with a breathing tube hanging out of it and pushed it in my mouth. He buckled it tight, and grabbed the inflation bulb and made sure it completely filled my mouth. I tried to protest, but little noise made it out of my mouth. All I could do was rock a little bit in the chair.

“That’s a nice pose for you. I think I’ll keep you like that for awhile.” He went back in his bedroom and brought out a heavy bag, and began to push me over the side of the chair, and placed small padlocks on the buckles of the SJ, and then set me back down, and began chaining me down to the chair. There were eyehooks installed beneath the cushions and under the chair! Every so often you would hear a padlock get snapped shut.

After awhile, he stood up, admiring his work, ME, and he said while locking one last padlock on, “You know what’s funny? I mailed the keys to all these padlocks to myself in the mail today, just before the game. You’re not going anywhere until at least Tuesday when the mail comes! Enjoy!”

27/11/01