The Art of Escape
by Tyjord
Tyjord@hotmail.com
(c) 2002 - Tyjord
Justin emerged from the bathroom, his head covered by the towel he
was using to dry off his hair. Otherwise naked, he walked into his
bedroom, water still dripping from his freshly showered body.
Pulling the towel from his head, he jumped back a step, not
expecting to be greeted by his girlfriend sitting on his bed, facing
the doorway.
"Shit, Melissa, you scared the hell out of me."
"Well hello to you too," she responded sarcastically. "I assumed it
was okay to let myself in, since you did give me a key."
"Of course it's ok," he said, still standing in the doorway. "I just
wasn't expecting you. Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I called and told them I'd be a little late. What's with the false
modesty?" She pointed to his towel, which had now fallen, still in
his hand, to cover his private parts.
His face turned red as he realized that he must have automatically
covered up when he first saw her. "Sorry, must have been reflex. You
could have joined me in there if you wanted a better view." His
blush fading, he dropped the towel and walked closer.
"I could have," she said, taking in the sight of his well toned,
smooth physique, 'but we don't have time to indulge right now. She
stood up and reached out, giving his rapidly rising penis a quick
squeeze. "Are you going to look for a job today?"
He sighed deeply and sat down on the bed. "Do we have to go through
this again? I like what I do and I have enough money to support
myself. Besides, in two months I turn 21 and get full access to my
trust fund."
"I know. And I also know that you love what you do. But I want you
to be sure this is right for you. You can't go on performing on the
streets forever."
He stood up and took her hands in his. "Baby, I'm not going to be on
the streets forever. I'm the best young escape artist to come along
in years, and sooner or later, somebody will discover me."
She knew it was true. He was very good at his craft. That coupled
with his charisma and good looks would eventually make him
successful. "Okay, okay, no more hassles, I just want you to make
sure that you don't get in to something over your head. I said I
would support you in this and I will. In fact, I'm even willing to
help."
"You are?" Justin leapt up from the bed. He had almost given up on
her being part of his chosen profession. "How," He asked
skeptically.
"Well, my naked stud boy," she said playfully, pushing him back down
onto the bed. "I've already called Rick and told him you wouldn't be
needing his help today. He seemed quite shocked when I mentioned
that I would be helping you with your training."
"I'll bet," the boy replied. "He didn't think you were interested
either."
"Of course I'm interested. I'm dating a young stud who likes to be
tied up. Who wouldn't be interested?"
Justin blushed at the kinky connotations of her remark. "It's not
like that."
"If you say so sweetie. Anyway, I told him I would help you today
and that you would get with him on Monday to prepare for next
weekend's shows."
"So, how are you going to help me train?"
"How do you think, silly boy, I'm going to tie you up," she said, a
devilish grin spreading across her face.
He stood up again. "I can get out of anything you put me in." The
arrogance in his voice was apparent and deserved. Even his
assistant, his cousin Rick, was having a hard time finding
challenges for him.
"Really," she asked, "then you're willing to let me do whatever I
want?"
"Sure," he responded, "I trust you. Just let me throw on some shorts
and we can start."
"Nope, no clothes. I don't want you to have access to any hidden
tools of your trade. Besides, I like you this way."
He blushed again but did not argue. "Okay, if that's what you want.
So what's it going to be? Rope? Straightjacket? Chains?" He pointed
to his closet that contained the various pieces of equipment used in
his act.
"I don't think any of those will do. Where's the challenge in me
helping you with something you've done dozens of times?" With that,
she stepped out of the bedroom, returning seconds later with a
duffle bag that she had left by the front door. "I've got a gift for
you. Some new equipment."
He was all smiles as she unzipped the bag and removed some plain
looking leather straps.
"Now, we're doing this my way, so just do what I say. Clear?"
"You bet, baby," he answered, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back, palms together."
He did as she said and felt a leather strap being buckled around his
wrists, followed by another at his elbows, drawing his arms
uncomfortably close. Next she had him open his clenched palms and
proceeded to strap his open hands together as well. He wiggled his
arms a bit, testing his restraints. He was satisfied that he could
easily escape until he heard the clicks of three tiny padlocks and
realized that his task just got more difficult.
With his back still turned to her, Justin heard Melissa remove
something else from her bag. He turned to see what else she had
brought, but was stopped by her hands placed on either side of his
face, forcing his gaze forward.
"Now don't spoil the fun sweetie," she said. "just keep your back to
me and don't turn around. You seeing too much would give you an
unfair advantage and we certainly don't want that."
He chuckled and played along, allowing her to return to whatever she
was fumbling with. He heard the sounds of leather and metal and
wondered if she had gotten him a new straightjacket. Suddenly, he
felt something being put over his hands and pulled up his bound
arms. He could feel the tightness of the thick leather as his
girlfriend worked the device all the way to his upper arms. He
squirmed a bit as the material forced his arms even closer together.
"Wow, Mel, what is this thing?"
"It's called an 'armbinder', I saw it on some website and knew I had
to get it for you," she answered as she began to lace up the
corset-like middle of the binder. Each pull of the leather thong
laces drew her boyfriends arms tighter, until, with a grunt, she
knotted the laces at the top, forcing his elbows to meet. "It
certainly is a good thing you're so flexible, or this might be too
uncomfortable."
"Uh huh, " was all Justin could say as he gritted his teeth against
the cramping of his arms, not wanting his girlfriend to think he
couldn't handle her help.
Melissa then pulled an attached leather flap over the laces and
zipped it up, completely covering them. She snapped another padlock
onto the zipper at the top of the armbinder, cutting off all access
to the laces. She continued buckling and padlocking other straps
that dangled strategically from the restraining device. One came out
from under Justin's enclosed hands and wrapped around his waist.
Another set came around from the top, crossed over his shoulders,
and were secured around his chest like a harness. "Well, that looks
pretty secure, babe, but I know you're good, so I'm going to make
sure it's perfect."
Justin could feel another leather strap dangling from the bottom of
the binder and swinging near his butt. He wondered if it was some
kind of crotch strap like his straightjackets were equipped with.
However, his girlfriend seemed to be ignoring it and instead
attached three more straps around his arms through loops on the
outside of the binder. These were also buckled tight and padlocked
in the same locations as the straps under the binder. She took extra
care to pull the wrist strap as tight as she could in order to
isolate his hands as much as possible within the leather single
sleeve.
"There, your arms are all done. How does it feel?"
He squirmed a bit, testing his bonds. "My arms are starting to cramp
a bit. This thing is intense."
She watched him squirm, happy with the results so far. "It sure is,
but we're not done yet." She went over to the bag again and removed
a stiff leather posture collar. She quickly encircled his neck with
the tight fitting collar, even as he attempted to back away.
"Wait a sec, Mel, I don't usually work with things around my neck,"
he said as she buckled the collar in place. "Melissa..." He was cut
off by the snap of yet another padlock. The now locked on collar was
higher in front than in back and forced the boy to keep his head
held straight up. Unprepared for this new sensation, Justin began to
feel a bit panicked. He didn't like the claustrophobic feeling that
the collar was giving him.
"Poor baby," she said like a mother talking to a child. "You're
going to have to get used to it, it's part of the set." With that,
she ran yet another strap from the top of the binder to the back of
the collar. Pulling it taught and locking it, she ensured there
would be a moderate amount of pressure on her boyfriend's throat.
Pressure that would increase as he squirmed to get free.
"Honey, please, this could be dangerous. Just take off the collar."
He pleaded with her, but saw only determination as she went and
retrieved yet another item from her bag of goodies.
"First you want my help, now you don't like it. You're the great
escape artist, you get the collar off. Now," she said with a hint of
annoyance, "I've heard enough whining from you. Open your mouth."
He looked at the thing she was now moving towards his mouth. It was
a large red rubber ball attached to the inside of yet another
leather strap. He knew she meant to shove that ball into his mouth,
and took a step back defensively.
"Look," she said, " I know all about escape artists hiding lock
picks in their mouths, and we can't let you off that easily, right?"
"But I don't have any picks in my mouth, I just got out of the
show...mmmphhh!"
She struggled to fit the huge ball into his mouth. At just over two
and a half inches in diameter, she had to push hard until it finally
popped in, stretching his jaw to the limit. Buckling and locking it
on were easy in comparison to the insertion, but when she was
finished, Melissa calmly pushed her trussed up boyfriend down onto
his bed.
"That's better. Now I can finish helping you in peace. I do have to
get to work at some point today, so I have to hurry." Turning him
over so that he was on his knees, face down on the mattress, she
pulled the strap still dangling from under his hands down through
his butt cheeks.
Suddenly, the boy felt something on the inside of the strap touch
his anal opening. There was a sudden sharp pain, followed by
something sliding inside him. Shock kept him from squirming as the
rest of the strap was pulled through and embedded deep in his crack.
Melissa was proud of how quickly she managed to insert the butt plug
into Justin's rectum. He hadn't been expecting it and her pre-lubing
it had obviously been the right decision. Now she was pulling the
strap under him, placing a thick, cup shaped part over his genitals.
Once they were snugly in place, she threaded the end through the
front of his waist belt, and pulled it tight, forcing the six inch
long plug deeper into him. A padlock larger than those already used
on him completed this portion of his restraint.
Wondering if he was squirming from his restraints or the plug,
Melissa retrieved yet another bundle of leather from the bag. In
minutes she had the device pulled completely up Justin's legs.
Working exactly like the armbinder, this device laced up from his
ankles to the top of his thighs. She followed the lacing with the
zippered flap, straps at the ankles, calves, knees, and thighs, and
locks at all connecting points. Moving down to his feet, she pulled
yet another strap down from the ankle strap, this one having several
harness like connections. The strap came straight down his feet
until it got to his instep. A circular strap then went around his
arch, securing his feet together. The strap then continued down
until a similar, though smaller strap encircled his big toes.
Finally, the remaining length was pulled over the soles of his feet,
threaded through another attachment at the underside of his ankle
strap and cinched tight. The tension on this strap pulled the boy's
bound feet into a severe pointed position. The click of another lock
completed Justin's encasement in the leg binder. Another strap
continued out from the one that secured his toes together, and Melissa
quickly pulled it down to the footboard and locked it off there, ensuring
his legs would remain immobile.
Taking only a few seconds to admire the sight of her tightly trussed
boyfriend, Melissa continued her task. With Justin immobile on the
bed, she quickly attached a length of chain to the back of his
collar with yet another padlock. Bringing the other end of the chain
up to the headboard, she looped it around a centered metal wrung and
locked it tight with the last of her padlocks. Satisfied with the
lack of movement the twelve inch chain would provide, Melissa stood
up and looked him over one more time.
He squirmed in the momentary silence, glaring at her in an attempt
to convey his discomfort. He was restrained more effectively than he
had ever been and honestly had no idea if he could free himself.
Every movement put pressure on his neck and caused whatever she had
shoved up his ass to move around inside of him. He grunted
unintelligibly into his gag, hoping his girlfriend
would release him.
"Now, now, Justin, I know we've delved into some new territory here,
but trust me, this will only make you better at your craft. You're
probably wondering about the butt plug that's attached to your
crotch strap. Well, I was thinking about all of the different escape
artists I've seen on television and what it is that they do
differently from you. It was so simple that I couldn't believe I
hadn't realized it sooner. You see, all the others have to escape
within a set period of time or something terrible happens to them.
You know, like a car falls on top of them if they can't get loose
from being tied to a chair, or they fall from a great height when
the rope holding them suspended upside down burns through. I'm sure
you've seen things like that."
Not quite liking where she seemed to be going with this, he groaned
and tried to shake his head. The gag effectively cut off most of the
sound, while the plug shifted inside him from his sudden movements,
causing him even more discomfort.
Melissa merely smiled and waited for him to stop fidgeting. "Don't
start your escape attempt just yet, Hon, I'm not quite through.
Anyway, I got to thinking that while I don't want you in any real
life threatening predicament, I do feel you need some encouragement
in your act. Now, excuse me for just a minute while I get your
'motivation' ready."
In the ten minutes she was gone, all Justin managed to do was wear
himself out trying desperately to get free before she returned with
whatever it was she was going to use to motivate him. Lying on his
side now, facing the open bedroom door, his eyes almost popped out
of his head when he saw his girlfriend returning. She was wheeling
his solid wood coatrack in from the livingroom, but it wasn't that
which caused his distress, rather it was the two huge enema bags hanging
from the hooks at the top of the rack. Both bags looked completely full,
with tubes coming out from the bottom of each and dangling down until
they reached a Y shaped connector that joined them into one, the end of
which was firmly gripped in his girlfriend's free hand. As
she pushed the rack closer to the bed, Justin noticed that one bag
was slightly larger, and fuller, than the other.
After positioning the coatrack on the opposite side of the bed,
Melissa retrieved another one of the items she had packed in her
bag. She hummed softly as she attached the black rubber inflation
bulb to one of two connection points sticking out from the crotch
strap tightly embedded between Justin's butt cheeks. Squeezing the
bulb slowly, Melissa began to inflate the plug inside her
boyfriend's rectum. Justin began flailing around as much as his
restraints would allow in response to this new sensation.
Having practiced with the plug where she could see it, Melissa
stopped after eight full squeezes, knowing the invader was at it's
maximum distention. Clamping off the tube, she removed the bulb and
tossed it back into the bag while retrieving the hose dangling from
the nearby coatrack. She slipped the hose onto the second connection
point and heard a satisfying 'click' as the two pieces locked into place
via metal fittings built into each end. Melissa tugged the tube with all
of her strength, ensuring it wouldn't dislodge no matter how much Justin
struggled and squirmed.
Satisfied that all was in place, she walked back around to the other
side of the bed and faced her boyfriend. "Okay," she said, "let me explain
your situation. These two enema bags and their contents are going to serve
as your encouragement to escape from the bondage I've put you in. Both
bags have small timers attached at the mouth and connected to the tubes.
The smaller bag, although I wouldn't exactly call two quarts small, is
full of ice cubes and cold water. It's timer is set for two hours. If
you're not free by then, the ice cold contents of that bag will drain into
you, and, with that plug sealing your butt, well... I'm sure you get the idea."
Melissa stopped to watch her boyfriend's reaction. He was
frantically squirming now, his painfully distended jaw working at
the gag, muffled grunts the only sound allowed to escape his throat.
She waited patiently for him to settle down a bit before continuing.
"So, for two hours, your desire to not get an ice water enema will
be your motivation to get loose. After that, the liquid in your
bowels will serve as both a motivator, and, as your need to go to
the bathroom increases, a distraction. That's when the real urgency
to escape will kick in. Now just think of the second bag as the car
waiting to fall on you. I set that timer without looking. All I know
is that it will release it's contents sometime after the two hour
point. It could be ten minutes, or it could be another two hours. I
really suggest that you get free before that happens. If you don't,
the first enema is going to feel like a walk in the park in
comparison. The second bag is filled with a heated mineral oil base,
several melted down glycerin suppositories, and six bottles of
over-the-counter enema solution."
She chuckled slightly, remembering. "You should have seen the lady's
face at the drug store when I brought all this laxative stuff to the
counter. I wonder what was going through her mind. Well, there you
have it, the second bag is full of scalding hot, bowel busting
laxatives." She looked down at him, a serious look on her face. "You
really should get free before the second bag starts flowing. I
wouldn't recommend five quarts of anything in your bowels, let alone
what's in that bag."
"I've got to get to work now, and so do you. Just so you know, all
the keys, as well as the inflation bulb, are coming with me. I know
how upset you'd be if Rick unexpectedly showed up and stole your
glory by releasing you before you could prove yourself." Gathering
her things, she glanced back at his frantically struggling form,
stretched taught between the head and foot boards of his bed. She
watched as he urgently turned his head to see the small clock on his
nightstand next to the phone.
"Ah, ah, ah," she said, rummaging in her bag once more. "I knew I
forgot something." She pulled out another leather item and, walking
back to the bed, roughly pulled the hood over Justin's head. She
lined up the only openings in the black headgear so that they were
under his nostrils, and then proceeded to lace up the back of the
hood, tightly knotting it in place. "No clock watching for you. We
don't want you to have it that easy, do we?" Only a barely audible
groan made it through the gag and thick leather hood. "This one's a
freebie though, since I'm out of padlocks. You should have no
trouble getting the knot undone." She laughed as she, almost as an
afterthought, moved the phone from the side of the bed to across the
room.
"Gotta go now, Hon. Good luck. By the way," she added just before
closing the bedroom door behind her, "that website I got this stuff
from specializes in selling restraints to prisons and mental
institutions. They guarantee their products to be escape proof, but
they probably never thought their stuff would be tested by you. It
shouldn't be too much of a challenge for 'the best young escape
artist to come along in years', now should it?"
Justin barely heard the click of the light switch and the shutting
of the door through the confining leather of the hood, but he knew
he was now alone. From his last glance at the clock, before his
eyesight had been taken away, he knew he had less than an hour and
forty-five minutes before his first enema started. He ground his jaw
around the gag, trying to lessen the distraction caused by the pain
from his mouth being held open by the huge ball. Unable to compress
it, the boy gave up and tried to ignore the ache, preferring to
concentrate on getting free.
Justin was in a panic, he had no idea how much time had passed
during his futile attempts to free himself. Every technique he knew
failed miserably. Nether his flexibility, nor his ability to
dislocate his shoulders, had proven sufficient to get him out of the
armbinder. The multitude of straps served to hold his limbs so
tightly together that there wasn't enough movement to gain any
leverage. All he had succeeded in doing was working up a sweat.
Every part of his body ached, forcing him to take numerous rest
periods, all for unknown lengths of time. His arms and stringently
pointed feet cramped from being in unnatural positions, his jaw
continued to feel as though it were dislocated, and he suffered from
never before experienced bouts of claustrophobia, resulting from the
hood covering his face and the collar around his neck.
He was in the middle of thinking that even if he had his lockpicks,
he wouldn't be able to use them when a loud snap broke through the
silence of the room. He knew immediately what it was, but was still
unprepared. The frigid water hit his insides like a freight train,
filling him rapidly. He reflexively tried to squirm away, but the
tugging on his neck made short work of that plan. The cramps started
before the bag was even empty, as the icy liquid went to work on his
insides. Justin redoubled his efforts to escape as his urge to go to the
bathroom became intolerable. Failing yet again, he tried to expel the
plug, not caring what kind of mess he made. Once again, the boy was met
with failure as the inflated device held fast and the entire bag finished
emptying into him.
The now violent cramping of his intestines made every further
attempt at escape impossible. He couldn't gather his thoughts long
enough between spasms to try any further tactics. His only thought
was of when the next timer would go off. He jumped as much as his
restraints would allow when he heard the first muffled ring. It took
another ring for him to realize it was the phone and not the second
timer. He tried to calm down and focus on the distant sounding
message as the answering machine picked up.
"Hi," his greeting said, "this is Justin. I can't get to the phone
right now because I'm probably all tied up, so just leave a message,
and I'll call you back"
"Hi Hon, it's me," Melissa's voice came through the machine. He
could tell she was talking loud as he had no problem hearing her.
"It's been two hours and fifteen minutes and I guess since you're
not answering that you freed yourself, got bored and went out for
the rest of the day. I just wanted to let you know that I had faith
in your ability. So much so in fact, that I feel a bit guilty about
lying to you. Remember when I said that I didn't look when I set the
second timer? That wasn't true. What kind of assistant would I be if
I didn't know all the details of your escape? Anyway, since you're
not there, I guess it doesn't matter that the second bag is going to
start flowing in...four more minutes. I just hope you took down the
bags before you left or your bed is going to be awfully wet. Well,
I'll talk to you later, love ya."
Justin immediately started thrashing on the bed. He no longer cared
about the tugging on his neck or the various pains he was suffering
from the restraints. All the boy cared about was dislodging the
tube. He did not give up, even after he heard the telltale snap and
felt the influx of even more fluid into his already distended
stomach. The pressure and cramping finally took it's toll and he
settled down as the three quart bag drained into him.
Time passed in agonizing waves, as Justin laid there still fully
restrained. Delirious from the severe cramping, fullness and nausea
that ran through him, he barely heard the phone as another message
was left.
"Hi Hon, it's me again. Gee, I guess you found something to occupy
your time today since you're still not home. That's good. I just
wanted to let you know that I'm about ready to get off work now and
since you're not around, I'm going to head out for drinks with a few
of the girls. I will stop by your place later tonight so I can give
you the keys to your new equipment. But don't wait up. It is Friday
night, and I don't have work in the morning so I may be over pretty
late. Don't worry, I'll let myself in. Have a good night, Love ya."
Justin screamed into his gag, knowing that he had finally gotten in
over his head. Laying there helpless, his unbearable need for
release overwhelming everything else, the boy could only wonder what
type of unemployment he could get for being an out of work "best
young escape artist to come along in years".
