College Bondage Model - Part 3 added (FM/MM)
Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2022 3:02 am
Long time lurker, first time writer. Appreciate any feedback! This story is inspired by some of my favorite stories from this site.
It’s my first week of college and I was almost overwhelmed by all the newfound freedom. Coming from a smaller town, this is the first time I felt I could truly be myself. I came out as gay when I was 16, and my parents were very accepting, but being from a smaller town, there just weren’t a ton of people like me I could interact with. And even fewer people I felt comfortable confiding in about my love of bondage. I played around with some friends when I was younger, but once I realized I was gay, I was too afraid of any light hearted games becoming sexual and hid that part of me away.
My roommate, Sam, and I hit it off immediately. Although it doesn’t seem like we should have that much in common, as I’m in the engineering school and he’s in the art program, we just seemed to mesh. We went to a ton of welcome week parties and events and had a great time.
I had been so accustomed to us going almost everywhere together, that when he got ready to leave one night without inviting me, I asked where he was going.
“It’s a figure drawing club with live models. I’d invite you to go, Paul, but I know drawing isn’t really your strong suit.”
He was certainly right about that.
“Well, where do they find the models?” I asked, maybe not quite realizing where I was leading this conversation.
“It’s all students, and it actually pays pretty well. $20 per hour and all you have to do is hold still.”
I was confident in my body, but maybe a little more intrigued by the idea of Sam staring at me intently for 2 hours.
“Well, I could certainly use that money. Let me know if you guys are ever hurting for a volunteer.”
“Will do.”
This was a couple of weeks ago, and then out of the blue, tonight he asks me if I’m free.
“So it’s a bit of a special theme tonight, and our model canceled and none of our usual backups are willing. I said I have someone who could be interested. Are you?”
“Sure! Umm, what’s the theme?”
“Well, I’m not sure if I mentioned, but it’s a sex positive drawing club. And this week’s theme is bondage.”
“Bondage.” I said a bit nervously, but also super excited deep down. “Sex positive…would I have to be naked?”
“No! That would be weird, I wouldn’t invite you to something like that. Well every once in a while, there’s a nude model, but most models keep their underwear on or have some sort of outfit. Does that mean you’re okay with getting tied up? It shouldn’t be too bad. Just something light so we can draw it.”
“Oh yeah, I played some tie up games growing up, that should be fun.” I smiled slightly.
“Great! Want to head over now? That should give us time to get set up beforehand.”
We headed over to one of the school buildings and what seemed like an empty classroom. There were several desks and easels set up in a circle with a single chair in the middle.
“Hi, Paul! Sam has told me about you! My name is Talia, I’m in charge of the theme this week. We switch off. Thank you so much for volunteering! We would have been in serious trouble if you didn’t step in.”
“No problem! It seems fun, and the money is real, right?
“It is! Okay, we have some time before everyone arrived, but let’s get you ready.”
We went off into a side “dressing room” that was really just a smaller classroom next door.
“So I’m sure Sam has told you, but the rate we pay is $10 per hour base, then a $5 bonus for themes like this, $5 if a model goes shirtless, $5 if they’re in just their underwear, and an extra $10 if they’re nude. It’s totally up to you!”
I gave Sam a stare, as he didn’t quite reveal all of this, and he gave a quick “Sorry” shrug back.
I was definitely starting to get nervous. “Umm I think I’ll just do shirt off? It’s my first time after all.”
“Perfect! Talia said. “Now just relax, and we’ll take care of the rest. Let us know if anything is too tight. “
I took off my shirt and I felt Talia guide my hands behind my back and loop rope around them. I didn’t even see where she got the rope from! I started to feel my stomach get nervous, and at the same time get a bit excited. I was certainly happy I decided to keep my jeans on to hide what was happening down there.
Talis finished with my hands and then she went to retrieve something and I felt leather fasten around my neck.
“Umm, what’s this?” I asked.
“It’s a collar, it really adds to the asthetic. Don’t worry, you’ll still be able to breathe fine.”
it was a bit tight, but not too uncomfortable. I couldn’t really move my head up or down now. I gave Sam another look and he gave me a thumbs up. “You look great, Paul,” he said. It was then I started to realize that he might be gay also? And I like an idiot had never told him that I was gay, assuming he would be weirded out.
“Okay, Paul, now you have two options. One is a hood, which will keep you anonymized, and the other is a gag. Obviously the artists would prefer to see your face. What’ll it be.” Talia asked.
This was all going a bit quick. I thought Sam said it would just be a tokenistic tie up. Still, this was essentially my wildest dream coming true. Might as well lean into it.
“Gag. Got to give the people what they want.” I winked at Sam.
Talia grabbed something from behind me and then I felt something pressing against my mouth. I opened my mouth and looked down and saw and felt a big red ball go inside. She tightened some straps behind my head. I couldn’t close my mouth and already felt the drool starting to form.
“Mmph mmph.” I grumbled.
“If anything goes wrong, the safety word is three quick grunts in a row and we’ll let you right out. Okay?”
“Mphkay, “ I tried to say.
“I think everyone should be set by now, are you ready to take your place?”
I nodded. As we walked out, Sam gave my behind a quick grab and whispered in my ear “we’re going to have so much fun together this year.”
I had so many butterflies in my stomach, but mostly the good kind. I almost forgot I was about to be on display in front of dozens of people.
To be continued
It’s my first week of college and I was almost overwhelmed by all the newfound freedom. Coming from a smaller town, this is the first time I felt I could truly be myself. I came out as gay when I was 16, and my parents were very accepting, but being from a smaller town, there just weren’t a ton of people like me I could interact with. And even fewer people I felt comfortable confiding in about my love of bondage. I played around with some friends when I was younger, but once I realized I was gay, I was too afraid of any light hearted games becoming sexual and hid that part of me away.
My roommate, Sam, and I hit it off immediately. Although it doesn’t seem like we should have that much in common, as I’m in the engineering school and he’s in the art program, we just seemed to mesh. We went to a ton of welcome week parties and events and had a great time.
I had been so accustomed to us going almost everywhere together, that when he got ready to leave one night without inviting me, I asked where he was going.
“It’s a figure drawing club with live models. I’d invite you to go, Paul, but I know drawing isn’t really your strong suit.”
He was certainly right about that.
“Well, where do they find the models?” I asked, maybe not quite realizing where I was leading this conversation.
“It’s all students, and it actually pays pretty well. $20 per hour and all you have to do is hold still.”
I was confident in my body, but maybe a little more intrigued by the idea of Sam staring at me intently for 2 hours.
“Well, I could certainly use that money. Let me know if you guys are ever hurting for a volunteer.”
“Will do.”
This was a couple of weeks ago, and then out of the blue, tonight he asks me if I’m free.
“So it’s a bit of a special theme tonight, and our model canceled and none of our usual backups are willing. I said I have someone who could be interested. Are you?”
“Sure! Umm, what’s the theme?”
“Well, I’m not sure if I mentioned, but it’s a sex positive drawing club. And this week’s theme is bondage.”
“Bondage.” I said a bit nervously, but also super excited deep down. “Sex positive…would I have to be naked?”
“No! That would be weird, I wouldn’t invite you to something like that. Well every once in a while, there’s a nude model, but most models keep their underwear on or have some sort of outfit. Does that mean you’re okay with getting tied up? It shouldn’t be too bad. Just something light so we can draw it.”
“Oh yeah, I played some tie up games growing up, that should be fun.” I smiled slightly.
“Great! Want to head over now? That should give us time to get set up beforehand.”
We headed over to one of the school buildings and what seemed like an empty classroom. There were several desks and easels set up in a circle with a single chair in the middle.
“Hi, Paul! Sam has told me about you! My name is Talia, I’m in charge of the theme this week. We switch off. Thank you so much for volunteering! We would have been in serious trouble if you didn’t step in.”
“No problem! It seems fun, and the money is real, right?
“It is! Okay, we have some time before everyone arrived, but let’s get you ready.”
We went off into a side “dressing room” that was really just a smaller classroom next door.
“So I’m sure Sam has told you, but the rate we pay is $10 per hour base, then a $5 bonus for themes like this, $5 if a model goes shirtless, $5 if they’re in just their underwear, and an extra $10 if they’re nude. It’s totally up to you!”
I gave Sam a stare, as he didn’t quite reveal all of this, and he gave a quick “Sorry” shrug back.
I was definitely starting to get nervous. “Umm I think I’ll just do shirt off? It’s my first time after all.”
“Perfect! Talia said. “Now just relax, and we’ll take care of the rest. Let us know if anything is too tight. “
I took off my shirt and I felt Talia guide my hands behind my back and loop rope around them. I didn’t even see where she got the rope from! I started to feel my stomach get nervous, and at the same time get a bit excited. I was certainly happy I decided to keep my jeans on to hide what was happening down there.
Talis finished with my hands and then she went to retrieve something and I felt leather fasten around my neck.
“Umm, what’s this?” I asked.
“It’s a collar, it really adds to the asthetic. Don’t worry, you’ll still be able to breathe fine.”
it was a bit tight, but not too uncomfortable. I couldn’t really move my head up or down now. I gave Sam another look and he gave me a thumbs up. “You look great, Paul,” he said. It was then I started to realize that he might be gay also? And I like an idiot had never told him that I was gay, assuming he would be weirded out.
“Okay, Paul, now you have two options. One is a hood, which will keep you anonymized, and the other is a gag. Obviously the artists would prefer to see your face. What’ll it be.” Talia asked.
This was all going a bit quick. I thought Sam said it would just be a tokenistic tie up. Still, this was essentially my wildest dream coming true. Might as well lean into it.
“Gag. Got to give the people what they want.” I winked at Sam.
Talia grabbed something from behind me and then I felt something pressing against my mouth. I opened my mouth and looked down and saw and felt a big red ball go inside. She tightened some straps behind my head. I couldn’t close my mouth and already felt the drool starting to form.
“Mmph mmph.” I grumbled.
“If anything goes wrong, the safety word is three quick grunts in a row and we’ll let you right out. Okay?”
“Mphkay, “ I tried to say.
“I think everyone should be set by now, are you ready to take your place?”
I nodded. As we walked out, Sam gave my behind a quick grab and whispered in my ear “we’re going to have so much fun together this year.”
I had so many butterflies in my stomach, but mostly the good kind. I almost forgot I was about to be on display in front of dozens of people.
To be continued