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KIDRACER TRUE STORY... CHECK OUT HIS GREAT SITE AT KIDRACER So, the night began well. We've had improved warmer weather lately. I arrived at the spot in my nylon flight suit, with a layer of vinyl gear underneath. For those who don't know, I love vinyl! It didn't take long for the vinyl and nylon flight suit to generate some generous body heat. I walked around the lot, hard every moment, hoping someone would show up. But I also realized the kind of scene I was after was difficult to coordinate (an all out kidnapping off the street). Lessons learned for next time, but I had to try. As I strolled about smoking a cigarette, the sweat was building under my gear. I was stroking the nylon and my hard-on was just pulsing, waiting for anything to happen. The nylon was making that classic sound as my hand rubbed across it. It's the only sound that only nylon can make. I decided to put on my leather wrist restraints in case someone wanted to take quick advantage. With the clips on them already, it would literally be a "snap" to bind me. After a few moments of pacing about, I noticed something moving in the shrubs next to the parking lot. I glanced closer and noticed someone crouched low with no hair. Skinhead or gang banger? Friend of foe? His presence was obvious and we both knew it. I continued to stroll around a bit wondering about what was to happen. I walked back behind the lot and walked through a small field adjacent to the lot. A perfect location for thugs to hide out and not be seen. Maybe someone was back here. As I continued through the field, there was no one in sight. I exited the field further down and circled back towards my truck. As I approached my truck, the figure I had seen before was walking towards me. I couldn't make him out in the shadows and I was on a path I couldn't turn around from. As soon as we passed each other, shoulder to shoulder, he spun around, grabbed my arms, and clipped my restraints together behind my back. We moved to a small dead tree sticking straight up in this little field. He hooked my wrist restraints behind the tree and then noticed a small bag I was carrying with me. (I like to come prepared in case others don't). I was surprised he was curious about it, but thankful, too. Inside the bag were cut lengths of rope and duct tape. He began taking the duct tape and wrapping me repeatedly to the tree. He started at my ankles. I could feel the tape slowly wind around the quilting of the nylon flight suit and firmly hold me in place. Then he repeated it around my legs, then my chest and then my arms. Each wrapping securing me tighter. Words cannot describe the erotic thrill of being trapped. Add to that the sensation of layer after layer being applied. There are no drugs that give me this euphoria. Layer after layer. You could wrap me completely, but still each application continues to build on a mental high. After the duct tape, came the rope. In a few moments, I was taped and bound to the tree. All the contents of the bag emptied. He took the bag and slipped it over my head so I couldn't see. His hands started feeling the nylon flight suit. And I could feel the pressure of my bondage holding my still. Duct tape and rope holding me firmly. His hands moved around, slipping inside the flight suit and gliding over the vinyl. Then he discovered the two-way zipper on the suit. He zipped the suit up, keeping the heat and sweat inside, totally nailing my type of scene... Still sealed inside and sweating, he opened the bottom zipper a bit from the crotch and pulled out my dick. He started carressing my cock that was already raging hard. His other hand reached up, feeling the nylon. Occasionally, he put his arm across my chest and leaned into me. I could feel his strength. Then, he would place his hand over my mouth and nose, smothering me under the bag, watching me squirm and sweat as he stroked my cock. The bag opened briefly, allowing his hand to reach under and up towards my nose... He had a bottle of poppers. I took a deep breath and seconds later, my mind was gone. He pulled out some lube and oiled up my cock as he starting to jack me off. It kept building and buildiing. Another whiff of poppers and then he leaned his arm across my chest, pressing his weight on mine. Something about that sent me flying. The bag drawn tight against my face, the poppers in my system, and my hard-on stroked to the point of cumming. Harder and harder, the air supply getting less and less, his arm leaning into me, and I shot my load...big time.
He told me afterwards that I shot a huge amount which doesn't
surprise me. In a scene like that, I always shoot like a cannon.
Which is why I always try to get myself into a scene like that. So,
was it a kidnapping? No. But it was an intense scene that pushed my
limits, wound up being safe for everyone and no problems.
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