Chapter 140 – The Initiation
Tuesday, April 25 (12:30 PM)
"Come here. I wanna show you something!" I told my friend, quickly getting up off the couch and inviting the freckle-faced lad to follow me as I made my way into the Master bedroom.
Jeremy got up and followed me in, looking quite intrigued as I rummaged through my boyfriend's closet and pulled out two pairs of heavy-duty steel handcuffs.
I handed him the black steel cuffs and he was immediately taken aback by the weight and sturdiness of them.
"Woah! They're heavy!" he gasped, looking down at the police-grade restraints with a look of poorly-concealed admiration written all over his face.
"Yeah. They're the real deal. Look." I said, pointing at the carefully inscribed Peerless brand insignia and showing him the official registry number labelled on each cuff.
Jeremy was VERY impressed.
"Wow! Is your boyfriend a cop or something?" he asked, eyeing me up with his green eyes and genuinely believing that the man who's bed I shared was a law enforcement officer.
"Don't I wish! Haha, nah. He's just a construction worker."
"But...how come he has cuffs like these?" Jeremy pressed, visibly impressed by the fact that my lover owned these legit, heavy-duty steel restraints.
"I dunno." I chuckled, shrugging my shoulders as though the answer should be obvious. "Maybe you should ask him when he gets back."
The cute nineteen-year-old scoffed at my answer and then rolled his eyes before grabbing the second pair of cuffs.
"Man, these are sooo cool. I can't believe your Master owns REAL police cuffs!" came the impressionable green eyed lad's words, as he handed me the steel restraints so that I could put them back where they belonged.
I kinda paused for a moment and couldn't help but snicker at his remark.
Him referring to Nick as my Master was sorta strange, but then it was also entirely accurate.
Nick was indeed my Master. But he was also my boyfriend.
I guess it was just funny hearing someone else say it so bluntly.
"Tsk. You think that's cool? Come see this!" I told my friend, throwing the cuffs down to the bed and leading the impressionable teen downstairs, into my boyfriend's workshop.
As soon as we entered the dusty garage, young Jeremy's mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide in disbelief.
"HO...LY...FUCK!" he cried out, jaw wide open as he picked up what appeared to be the BIGGEST and FATTEST roll of army green gorilla tape he'd ever seen.
In his defense, the thing was truly MASSIVE.
I'd eyed the jumbo roll of green adhesive MANY times, and ALWAYS got an instant boner whenever I saw it.
Sometimes I'd even run downstairs and enter the workshop, JUST for the sake looking at it.
The roll was a stunning eight inches in diameter, and the tape itself was four inches wide. FOUR INCHES!
That was TWICE the size of the other rolls of tape that lined the workshop wall.
We spent a few minutes looking at all of my boyfriend's stuff, lusting over all those huge rolls of industrial-grade duct tape.
The heavy duty zip tied also didn't fail to get Jeremy's attention.
I swear, this was like bondage paradise for us.
And the best part of it was, none of it was intended for bondage use!
My boyfriend fixed car engines, tinkered with spare parts and did a lot of workshop stuff in his spare time.
He had a lot of tools and equipment down here and I knew these giant rolls of tape were strictly for work.
And for some strange reason, knowing that made it all the hotter.
When I asked Jeremy which tape he wanted us to play with, his face immediately lit up into a devilish smile and his hands reached for that enormous roll of extra sticky dark green tape I was telling you about.
Good choice, I thought to myself.
We ran back upstairs to the main floor and quickly returned to the Master bedroom with our prized bounty in hand.
My friend found the idea of us tying each other up pretty hot. But he was also very intent on being the one who got tied up first.
We were both subs, but since he was a little younger and a tiny bit smaller than I was, I guess it was natural for him to defer to me and allow me to tie him up first.
Besides, he was my guest and I was more than happy to oblige.
I quickly instructed the nineteen-year-old lad to take his t-shirt off, and used the opportunity to remind him that I had virtually zero experience in tying others up.
"It's fine. Seriously...we're just messing around." he told me, quickly brushing my concerns aside and reassuring me about his lack of expectations. He was right of course.
He knew I wasn't a Dom and he knew I couldn't possibly provide him with the same amount of pleasure an Alpha could.
But that didn't matter. This was, after all, just a quick and harmless roleplay session.
I didn't have the musculature to easily overpower him, and even if I did, it just wouldn't have felt natural for me to assert myself over him like that.
No real sub wants to be placed in a position where he has to dominate another.
Or at least that's what I initially thought.
Turns out, things aren't always as black and white as some internet guides and BDSM experts would have you to believe.
Oh don't get me wrong.
I was very much a sub in my own right.
It's just that...well let's just say, the colour spectrum contained quite a few more shades of grey than my young mind was originally intent on believing.
"Alright, lie down." I ordered, quickly yanking the massive comforter off the mattress and motioning for Jeremy to position himself in the middle of my boyfriend's huge, king-sized bed.
The lad complied, but when he lied down on his back, I couldn't help but notice the sizeable tent poking up inside those gym shorts he was wearing.
To be fair, I had a full blown erection inside my loose-fitting, satin basketball shorts as well.
And the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear made my stiff afternoon wood even more obvious than Jeremy's.
Oups! Hehe!
Horny and anxious to get the show started, I lost no time in climbing next to my would-be prisoner and carefully slapped the pair of black steel handcuffs over his left wrist. A look of excitement hit the young man's face as soon as he felt the hard embrace of cold steel against his bare skin.
I pulled his left arm all the way up to the central headboard support, passed the cuffs around the sturdy bedframe pole, and then pulled the kid's other arm up before slapping the other cuff onto his wrist.
Bingo.
A series of deep clicks echoed across the large bedroom as I tightened the heavy-duty police cuffs around my younger friend's puny wrists.
He squirmed around a bit, but the uselessness of his struggles caused a smile to form on our faces.
He was enjoying this.
We both were!
"Tight enough?" I asked, wanting to make sure he couldn't just slip his hands out of the steel restraints.
"Yeah."
"Good! 'Cause you're under arrest." I smirked, using the same words my hunky boyfriend would sometimes use when he was tying me up and restraining me.
Jeremy smiled at my remark.
"What for?" he asked, tugging at his escape-proof shackles in a feigned attempt at getting away.
"For being too cute, silly."
The freckle-faced, green eyed lad giggled heartily as I pinched his cheeks, and I actually ended up smiling at the cleverness of my own response.
He was having a lot of fun, and so was I.
"Man, I can't believe these are real police cuffs!" my cute captive enthusiastically cheered.
"Well you better believe it. 'Cause you're not goin' anywhere, kiddo." I laughed, putting on a cocky smirk and slowly making my way down towards the foot of the bed.
Even as I crawled over to his legs and ankles, the boy kept tugging at his restraints and pretending to wanna escape.
Of course, it was all just an act.
We both knew he wanted me to make it tighter.
"Sorry. These are coming off." I told him, suddenly pulling his shorts down and exposing the loose-fitting, green Calvin Klein boxers he was wearing underneath.
"Aww...come on, man!" came Jeremy's almost immediate protest.
The lad was obviously a little embarrassed at the fact that he was sporting a HUGE erection inside his colourful boxers.
Instead of heeding his protests, I just grabbed his ankles and pulled his body down as far as it would go without tearing his arms out of their sockets. The kid just laughed and told me to do my worst.
I was only too happy to oblige.
I grabbed his right ankle, slapped the silver cuffs around it, brought the short cuff chain around the lower-left bedpost and slapped the matching cuff around his other ankle, securing his socked feet down to the sturdy bed frame and sealing his demise.
A series of loud clicks ensued and in a matter of seconds I had both his ankles cuffed up real nice and tight.
The result was even better than what I'd imagined.
Jeremy's puny wrists and ankles were cuffed and hopelessly restrained.
His scrawny 5'5 frame was stretched out extremely taut across the entire length of the King size bed.
A non-negligible amount of precum was starting to seep out from the tip of his surprisingly large, underwear-clad tent.
And much to my utter delight, his nipples, ribs, stomach and carefully trimmed armpits were now fully exposed and at my complete disposal.
There'd be no escape for the little guy.
No running away or breaking loose.
I had him all to myself and there was NOTHING he could do about it.