It wasn't unusual for David to have bizarre dreams that included bondage of some sort. Sometimes, in his dreams, he could tell he was bound without actually 'seeing' how he was secured. It was just a feeling.

This dream was like that. There was a tightness around his head that indicated he had been hooded, and a pull against his arms that could only mean one thing. But most of all, he felt his cock, collared at its base and hard as steel.

The dream began to feel less like a dream, though, and David could hear his own restricted breathing, and feel the movement of his bound legs as he strained to straighten them out.

Oh fuck! He knew instantly where he was and what he was doing. The period of disorientation hadn't lasted as long as he had hoped, but it had been there for a moment and he concentrated on the sensation. To experience that condition was one of the reasons he had gotten so high earlier. He had wanted to wake up and not know what was going on.

As he thought about the sensation, he couldn't really tell how long he had been awake; his period of disorientation may have been longer than he realized, and that caused his arousal to grow even more.

While he knew exactly how he was bound, there was one thing he didn't know, and had no way of finding out: how long had he been asleep?

It could've been six minutes, or six hours. Six minutes would mean it was still dark in the house. Six hours....well it would be morning, and the house would be quite well lit. He felt rested and not particularly stoned, which would indicate he'd gotten at least a little sleep. But then he was sure he was getting a fairly decent dose of adrenaline from his predicament, which might be masking his real condition. 

Regardless, he knew the time had come for the real adventure to begin. He needed to pivot himself off the bed, get to the floor, and somehow make his way to the porch to retrieve the key. It wouldn't be easy, he knew that already. He also knew it could be done, he had just never successfully done it in the past.

This time, with the key to his release on the porch, he would be forced to do it. Lying naked and bound on his bed, David tested his bondage in earnest for the first time. He hadn't attempted it before falling asleep on the off-chance that he could've wiggled out of the bondage. He wanted to at least experience the disorientation of waking up hooded and bound.

If he could wiggle out of it now he would probably just masterbate and go back to sleep, disappointed. Even with the thought of possible failure in his mind, the erotic thrill of knowing that someone could be watching him at that very moment made him wish his hands weren't bound behind his back. His desire to touch his cock, to stroke its hard length, was overpowering! It took all of his willpower not to flip over and rub himself against the sheets.

That would ruin everything he had planned, though, and David wanted this fantasy to play out all the way to the end, perfectly...for once.

Pulling against the keyed bicycle lock, David verified that it was, indeed, locked. Check. Were the fiber tape cuffs strong enough? He pulled on his wrists as hard as he could, trying to stretch the tape or break it. Not happening! The tight belt around his elbows was doing its job in restricting movement, and he tried to dislodge it, or cause it to slip over his elbows. Impossible! The belt was just tight enough to prohibit that from happening. 

With his hands bound behind him there was no way to reach the cloth bandages wrapped around his head, nor could he reach the belts forcing his legs into a bent position. 

Laying still now, puffing breaths in and out through his nose, David knew his bondage was secure. The arousal he was feeling at that moment was beyond anything he had ever felt. He flexed his hard cock several times and felt as though he might actually be able to make himself cum if he continued to do that.

As much as he wanted to test it out, he stopped, opting instead to continue with the scenario he had spent so much time perfecting.

Bringing his bent and bound legs together, David scooted closer and closer to the edge of the bed until they were hanging well off the mattress. In a well practiced maneuver he twisted at the waist, sending his knees towards the floor while maintaining pressure against the mattress with his upper torso. This, he had learned, would keep his knees from crashing into the hard wooden floor below. Properly positioned now, he gently slid from the mattress until he was kneeling on the floor.

This movement was not kind to his bound testicles as they were briefly smushed between his torso and the edge of the bed. As his knees touched the floor, David imagined his captors standing over him as he attempted his escape. It was foolhardy, he knew. Where was he to go when he didn't even know where they had taken him?

The earplugs they had pushed into his ears before pulling the tightly fitting hood over his head was blocking all sound. He would call out for help but the hood held his jaws together preventing the formation of words.

He expected to be grabbed by the arms and tossed back on the bed at any moment, but the more time that passed the more he began to think they had left him alone. Using the bed for something to lean against, the captured victim slid sideways until he was laying on the floor. Twisting his torso again, he lay on his stomach with his bent knees spread widely apart. He could feel his cock and balls pressed against the floor beneath him.

Leaving his fantasy at that point, David pushed forward with one knee and then the other while rocking slightly on his chest. He lifted his ass a little higher so that his bound member would not be dragged along as he moved. It took energy to do that, though, and increased the friction on his chest.

Slowly, he wiggled and pushed his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, and felt the flooring change from hardwood to linoleum under him. This smooth surface dragged at his hanging sack painfully and the friction against his stiff rod was intense. Too, it made moving forward tedious and slow.

He had, in the past, managed to get up onto his knees and 'knee walk' from this point to the livingroom, but, to prevent what he concidered to be cheating, he had raised all the window shades.

David lived in a suburb that, in its prime, housed workers for several huge meat packing operations near the Mississippi River. Hundreds of little houses had been quickly erected on lots just big enough for the houses to sit on. This meant his neighbor's house was literally twenty feet away from his own.

On the floor, he knew he was out of sight. On his knees, his naked upper torso and bandage wrapped head would be visible from the house next door. If he knew it was still dark in the house he would risk it, but with his sight blocked by at least ten layers of cloth bandage, there was no way to tell.

Being in the kitchen also increased his exposure as the open back door would allow anyone standing there to see directly into the kitchen. While he was still 'under the radar' to his neighbors, anyone standing at the door would immediately see him.

This prompted David to squirm a little faster towards his small dining room. It was difficult going, and he was sure his bare chest was bright red from the movements against the floor, but he pressed on the best he could.

Several minutes later his head hit the front of the oven. That was disappointing. He'd hoped it would be the door frame because now he had another couple of feet further to crawl before he was even out of the kitchen.

Getting to the porch from the bedroom was the least erotic part of the journey. It involved a lot of struggling, and took a lot of time. When planning out this 'event' David had taken this all into consideration. He'd bound himself in a similar fashion before and had worked his way across the floor...of one room.

He could've started on the couch in the living room,  or even on the livingroom floor. He would be on the porch already if he'd done that. But he'd done 'easy' many times before and there was no challenge in that any more, no fantasy left to fulfill. There really hadn't been any choice but to go the longest distance possible this time. 

This scene, this event, this fantasy was all about taking the best parts of his past self-bondage experiences and rolling them all into one ultimate feast.

There had been no choice to make. It had to be the long route, or it wouldn't be worth doing. He wouldn't get done with this and say "next time I'll make it even harder." 

This was IT. This was everything he'd fantasized about.

But that didn't mean he wanted to spend the next two hours wiggling across the floor. Fuck that. He began to move his knees closer to each other until they were under him and then he leaned to one side until his body lay sideways on the cool linoleum floor. Continuing his roll, David rested on his back, his arms trapped beneath him.

He'd done this before, and didn't consider it to be cheating. Using his hands, elbows, and feet, he began to propel himself more quickly across the floor. The doorway to the 12x12 dining room was soon past him and he wasted no time crossing its wooden floor. When he felt the metal strip holding the edge of livingroom carpet down he knew the porch was only a minute away.

Stopping to think if he wanted to go out there or not was a total waste of time, and David had no time to waste. He knew there was no other options available, and the longer it took him to retrieve the key and get back in the house the more chance that someone would see him. Although that was the fantasy, he had no desire to make it a reality. 

Once on the carpet he veered to his right and after a couple of pushes forward his bandaged head grazed the hard wooden porch door. The thought flashed through his mind that he was being careless and had better slow down. If he had been a little further to the right he would've hit the edge of that door head on. He could have cracked his skull! Or at least knocked himself out. Talk about waking up disoriented! 

Even though he knew he had to go out onto the porch, the thought of it was pretty damn scary. What the hell time was it? There was zero chance of being seen from outside as long as he stayed on the floor, but anyone coming to the door would see him immediately.

It was Saturday. The mail carrier delivered on Saturdays, and the box was right next to the porch door. It was also not uncommon for his ex-wife to stop by on Saturday mornings to pick up some pot for the weekend. They had gone their separate ways on friendly terms and David remained her primary source.

The task of locating the key was now upon him, and David felt around under him for the small piece of metal. He knew it would be in one general area and he leaned to the side slightly so that his fingers could search blindly behind him.

It was taking a long time, and David's arms ached from being pinned beneath him. He turned completely on his side and rested for a moment before pushing himself a few inches closer to the door. When he leaned back to resume his search his finger touched metal right away.

With the key in his hand, David lay face up on the floor and relaxed. It was just a matter of turning a key now, and it would be over. A few seconds longer to experience his helplessness wouldn't hurt.

Laying still, he took some deep breaths to calm himself down. He knew how exposed and vulnerable he was, and to optimize the sensation he allowed his knees to fall to the sides, totally exposing his bound cock and balls. He could imagine how they stood alone above his torso, the center of attention, and the focus of every nerve in his body.

David was glad he'd experimented with locks while he was still in the rope phase of his bondage development. He had used a regular Yale lock once and then discovered that he couldn't reach the key hole with the damn key! He had closed the lock by applying pressure to it with his wrists, but to open it you sort of need some room to maneuver your fingers. Big mistake.

Luckily, he was able to work a knot, loosen a strand of rope, work a second knot, and pull until there was space to slip a wrist through the loop. That lock went back in a drawer, never to be used again.

The bicycle lock had a nice long stem on it, though, and David had no trouble inserting the key into its welcoming hole. With a twist of his fingers he was free.

His plan had been to quickly unwrap the bandages surrounding his head and crawl back to the bedroom to masterbate. Somehow that seemed wrong now. With his hands free, they immediately went to his cock. His balls were tight and sensitive to the light caresses of his fingertips. 

Fuck it! With his head still wrapped, depriving him of sight and sound, David began to stroke his cock, his knees still laying widely apart. The hard rubber belt around the base of his cock held him so firmly that it didn't allow the flesh to move back and forth along his cock like it normally would. This prohibited full on masterbation, but it didn't matter at this point.

Flexing his hard member, David stroked his length with his fingertips, rubbing along the muscle and feeling it's hardness. The first jet of cum soared clear up to his upper chest, with the next few coming close to that distance. That was a powerful frikkin' blast!

After forcing every drop from his sack, the resulting sticky mess was distributed in an even coat across his chest and abdomen. While not something he wanted to do, having his load dripping all over the house was less so.

When the homemade hood was finally unwrapped, it was clear through the open windows that dawn was breaking somewhere to the east. It was still plenty early and the neighborhood was mostly still sound asleep. 

David lay naked on the porch floor for a few more minutes, satisfied that he had succeeded in fulfilling his fantasy. Unbeknownst to him, the following winter he would dislocate his knee while pushing a car out of a snowbank, and later the next year his back would be thrown out of alignment, making this the last time he would ever attempt a bondage adventure of this scope.

Just as well. It was time to move on, anyway. He'd tied himself up in every imaginable way, and now he was ready for new sources of arousal. If that was to be his last time, it had been a completely satisfying experience, and one he would never forget.

The End