by Chen Chen » Wed Jun 25, 2014 3:40 am
This story is a bit of a doozy and will probably be posted in a bunch of smaller sections. It is probably the best non-sexual bondage experience I had too. I should first explain what the T.A.C. means.
Prologue
Last year, I took a LGBT introduction course because I needed an easy class to fulfill the requirements and I heard that this professor was chill as shit (he was and is, and he is currently writing a kink gay novel, hahaha!). I ended up learning a lot in his class about LGBT history, culture, society, etc. I learned a lot about myself too from his lectures, he was just a generally awesome smart and well versed in life guy.
The Transgressive Art Collage, or what will be referred to as the T.A.C., was our final project. We had to create a collage of something that spoke out against the taboos of sex and create an artistic design representing that idea. It was supposed to be really testing the boundaries, and that was what I like to do. I knew that I wanted to go with the idea of bondage, but I didn't know how I was going to go about it. Originally, I was going to show the spectrum of kink from vanilla to really heavy leather things; but that didn't really speak to me. So while talking to my friend Ioannes online, who was in my class and played a vital part of this story, we threw ideas around at each other. Our conversation went something along the lines of:
Ioannes: "Bro, I don't know what I want to do for this project."
Chen: "I have a few ideas, but I really want to do something extreme. This is the last time we get to do anything in the class and I want to leave with a bang. I might do a vanilla to kinky sex spectrum but I don't know."
Ioannes: "Kinky? Like bondage? Haha, I knew it.(*) I think I am going to do an advertisement fro the future about a sex robot that can please anyone."
Chen: "Oh my god, robot sex? Could you imagine having robo sex? The pain..."
Ioannes: "Yeah... but... this is the future. So there they will probably have artificial skin and stuff. They would just be like prostitutes, but legal and robotic. I would use pictures from "I Robot""
Chen: "I guess that would be fun. I want to do something more than just take pictures from the internet you know? I want to get really transgressive..."
Ioannes: "What do you have in mind, dude?"
(*) Ioannes and I have been friends for 8 years at this point, we were watching a movie all the way back in high school about 4 years ago about the biography of Amy Tan and at one point, she was dressed as a dominatrix and singing at a rock concert. He turned to me and said, "Dude, I think that is something you would totally do. I don't know why, but you just seem like a dominating type.". He had no idea that I was into bondage at that point, it was just a very peculiar note. I joked back and said half truthfully, "Yeah, you know me, whips and leather excite me. Rawr." It has been a running gag since that point. His comment was a reference to this moment.
At this point, I told him I wanted to use real people for my project, I wanted to do the idea that kink does not define who we are. My idea was to tie up people and take pictures of them in various positions while also taking pictures of their every day life. The whole point of my project was to show that kink is just one side of who are and we should not be judged for it; Ioannes completely jumped onto my bandwagon.
"Dude, you have to do this project, Dr. N. will go crazy for it." he messaged me back.
My heart was pounding, was I really going to do this project? "I don't know man... I will need to get people to agree to do this."
He responds with, "Well, I will gladly do it, I just need to ask my girlfriend first lol (he never did.)"
"Awesome! Thanks, you're a really cool friend. If you can think of anyone else, let me know. You inspired me to do this project and now I really want to do it." I typed back. We said our farewells and I left to go do other work. At this point, my gears were turning, who did I know that would go along with this? So I began my search for people.
This part took a week and a half, long story short: Ioannes got 2 of our friends to join, Hunter and Krystof. I ended up asking my friend Reynolds recruited his friend, who had a bondage fetish and whom I've never met, named John. I also then asked a kid in my class named David. I then had to arrange a schedule around all of our classes which was not easy at all... But it ended up with it being,
Reynolds and David on Monday
John on Tuesday
Krystof on Wednesday
Hunter on Thursday
Ioannes finishing it out on Saturday.
So began the coolest project, and one the best weeks ever.
I will do each person as a chapter and give you a description of them there and how I convinced each of them to do it.
The T.A.C : That Project Where I Tied Up 6 Guys (m/m)
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by Chen Chen » Wed Jun 25, 2014 7:12 am
1 -Reynold-
Reynold was the first one to be tied up in the T.A.C. I am going to do this all chronologically. Reynold was a pretty intense guy but very sweet, a huge activist for LGBT and anti-rape culture. He did a lot of protests and fighting for rights which was commendable. I met him through his (now ex) boyfriend.
Reynold was approximately 5'5, really pale white skin with the bluest eyes ever. 20 years old. His hair was always really short like peach fuzz which was really fun to rub. He was a tad doughy, maybe around 170 lbs. But he was a really cute guy in general.
I found Reynold one Friday on his way to the cafe to help tutor some other students, I am the type to kind of memorize everyone's schedule so that I can find people whenever I need them. Creepy, I know, this has really helped me in a bind a couple of times, like now. Anyways, I caught up to him and looped my arms through one of his. The sheer force of how fast I was running at him and hooked his arm sent him spinning.
“Hey hey Rey Rey!” I gave him my cheesiest grin once he regained his equilibrium. “I have a request and you have all rights to say no but I feel like I can trust you.” Reynold eyed me warily,
He whispered after glancing around, “Who did you kill this time and I am not going to help you hide the body!” We laughed and I let go.
“No one yet, but do you remember Dr. N's class?” (Reynold was a WGS major so he was very aquainted with Dr. N.) His eyes lit up.
“Oh my God Chen! I love him, I would have sex with that man just so I could spend more time with him.” Reynold swooned slightly. “I really love him, Chen.”
I stood in front of him and started walking backwards, I find it easier to talk to people face to face instead of standing at their side. “I am not asking you to have sex with him... you can do that on your own time. Do you remember in class when you had to do the T.A.C.?”
(Even I remember his project, his was really cool where he did interviews with people who have been raped and all the words that aligned with each stories were blown up in big letters on the paper so everyone could see without reading the whole script of the interview).
“What about it?” he asked trying to keep up with me as I tend to move a little faster than most people.
I took a deep breath, I explained to him the whole idea of my T.A.C. and what it meant. I went sort of schmutz'd my way into aligning it with LGBT discrimination of how gay men not only have to face stigmas from “normal society” for being gay, but also stigma for being kinky too from other gay people. I also said something along the lines of proving that a healthy BDSM relationship was not rape like society made it out to be. I knew if I tailored it towards his hot topics, it would be easier for him to jump on the idea; I wasn't lying though, I was doing this for those reasons too. By the end of my spiel, he was sold on the idea.
“Have you ever tied anyone up before?” he asked me. I kept a straight face.
“Eh, once or twice. ” I shrugged. “It'll be a fun experiment for both of us.”
“Sure, my room is free on Monday, maybe we can do it after class?” he suggested. I nodded
“Sure sounds good, I'll see you then!” I started heading off; I walked him to the glass doors of the cafe, “Thank you for doing this for me, Rey Rey!” I gave him a hug, he embraced me back.
“No problem, sweetie! It sounds like you put a lot of thought into this project and I really will be proud to take part!” He broke the embrace and headed off inside.
Monday finally rolled around and I met him outside his classroom one early morning; it was a hot day for the spring. His face was full of regret and sadness for picking such a hard course so early in the morning. Reynold was wearing a maroon polo with white stripes and a pair of brown sandals and khaki shorts. I was wearing a grey striped tanktop with black and white plaid shorts and I was carrying a messenger bag full of ropes, tape, home made ballgags (black rope and hard ping pong balls). We greeted each other and started walking back to his room. We chatted about the day, and how much classes sucked when the weather was nice out. I also took his “normal” pictures for the project too. Eventually we got back to his room, his dorm had no air condition so it was sweltering hot. Reynold opened the window and the cool breeze felt like a godsend. We sat in silence for a while on his plush crimson carpet.
“So uh... thanks again for doing this. I hope you don't feel obligated or anything.” I suddenly felt very nervous. I fiddled with the camera zooming in and out on the carpet.
He stood up and laughed “Hey, no problem. I WANT to do this. What do you want me wearing?”
I started pulling out ropes and tape from my bag, keeping the ball gags hidden for now. “Whatever you are comfortable with! You choose how far we go.”
He began to strip off his maroon shirt “Great, I'm gonna be naked then!” he joked, I think.
“Go ahead... just remember I'm going to be presenting in front of a class of 30 people.” I grabbed a long piece of cotton rope and folded it over.
“Then maybe not, how's this?” He was clad in his green plaid boxers, he struck a pose like Captain Morgan. I laughed, the atmosphere was very comfortable.
I grabbed him gingerly by the shoulders and turned him around, “Great, ready to begin?” I asked him, he nodded. I crossed his wrists over each other and tied them together. “You might want to sit on your bed for when I tie your feet.” I began getting confident. “Let me know if anything hurts.”
He struggled a little bit to test the ropes, “No, it's pretty comfortable really. What, were you in boy-scouts or something?” I laughed, not knowing I was going to hear this joke 5 more times. I lashed his ankles together and then his thighs together. I then tied his upper arms to his chest.
“Comfortable?” I asked, getting out my camera.
He squirmed a little bit, he pushed himself onto the navy bedsheets so his head was resting on his floral pillow. “Just take the picture now!” I snapped a few pictures.
“I am going to gag you now, okay? Would you be okay with trying one of these?” I pulled out a ball-gag.
“Woah, you made that? How?!” He opened up his mouth, I placed the ball against his tongue and tied it around his head.
“You can learn ANYTHING online. Looks good by the way.” I snapped a couple of more shots. “Can I change your positions?” He grunted and nodded. I took out another piece of rope and tied it around his ankles, I then pulled it through his wrists and said, “Let me know when it gets too tight.” I began to hogtie him. Surprisingly, Reynolds was really flexible, he was able to grab his ankles with his hands. I then tied his toes backwards to his ankle rope too so he was completely immobile except for his neck. I took a couple of pictures while he wriggled around. I sat down next to him and patted his butt. “What would you do if I tickled you?”
“MMMPH?!” His eyes got really wide and he bucked and shook his head. For a split second, I tickled his feet, he laughed and glared at me.
“Sorry, I was just really curious!” I flashed him an innocent smile. “I'm going to untie you now.” I untied him as fast as I could, he got up and did stretches. “Do you want to keep going?”
He looked at me and stretched as high as he could, his shoulders audibly cracked, I winced. “Do you need more pictures?”
“I wouldn't say no... because variety is the spice of life.” I collected the ropes.
“I wouldn't mind doing more, this is kind of fun!” he looked around and grabbed a wooden chair that was at his desk. “Do you think you could tie me to this?” Inwardly I scoffed, poor Reynold thinking that this was my first time every tying anyone up.
“Sure that will be fun!” I examined the chair, it was your standard wood chair with that really scratchy fabric on the seat and back, there was a gap separating the seat from the back rest which was perfect. “I'm going to gag you with tape now. And blindfold you, do you trust me?”
He looks up at me from the chair with big blue eyes. I put the ball-gag against his lips and he allowed me to put it in his mouth and tie up behind his head again. I unraveled some tape and put two small strips over his eyes. I lifted his arms about his head and then tied them to the back of the chair so his arms were stuck above his head. He was definitely freshly shaven because his pits were some of the smoothest pits I have ever seen. He shifted his arms around, I rubbed his head and he gave me a muffled laugh. I stretched his legs to touch the back of the chair, he instinctively arched his back puffing out his chest I tied his ankles to the legs. I then tied an X over his chest to the back of the chair to push him back into the chair. I adjusted the rope on his chest, his skin was extremely soft, I brushed a rope against his nipple, he mmph'd softly from the surprise touch.
“Sorry, it was just uneven.” I snapped pictures from the front and the back. His feet curled and wiggled adjusting to the rope. His breathing was smooth, his stomach moving in and out, his chest rising and falling. He looked wonderful, his body was completely vulnerable. “Okay, got the pictures, how are you feeling?” I asked once I ungagged him and started untying him.
He stretches out some more, “Surprisingly, being tied up is not as bad as I thought. I could like it. It is really comfortable for some reason. Can you tie me to this bed?” The bed had a headboard but nothing at the bottom, it was made from solid wood with a dresser at the bottom build underneath; I could work with that. I regagged him and blindfolded him with tape.
“You are really flexible, so I'm going to tie you up in a way to show that off.” I tied his wrists to the two poles of the headboard, and then I took his feet and tied them to his wrists. “Does this hurt at all?” He shook his head at me. His back was arched so that his butt was stuck in the air. He struggled a bit trying to get comfortable, so I put the pillow underneath his head, he mmph'd his thanks to me. I continued to take pictures trying to get the best angles.
“I think we're done!” I scrolled through all the pictures from the session. “So I'm gonna go, I'm sure your roommate will be back soon. Thanks so much for helping me, fo' reals.” I made sounds like I was leaving. He started struggling, well thrusting his butt into the air because that was all he could do.
“Mmmmph! Grmph mmmph! Mmmph!” He protested. I held back my laughter. He struggled hard but my binds with too tough. I let him struggle for a few minutes before crawling back onto the bed.
“Boo!” he jumps in surprise. “Rey Rey, do you really think I'd leave you?! I'm not that bad of a friend.” His body relaxed as I began to untie him. I removed the gag; he let out a big laugh.
“Seriously, you're such a jerk. I wonder what my roommate would have done.” He pondered as I untied him.
After I untied him, I stayed a talked for a little bit as I had a few hours to kill before I went to tie up David.
“How was it?” I asked as he browsed through the pictures.
“Not bad, I was expecting it to be really uncomfortable. I could see why people would be into this kind of thing. It's kind of fun, and for some reason, it made me really really sensitive.” He scrolled to the bed tie. “Wow, this one is cool.”
“Hahaha, I think Dr. N. will be surprised. Or at least I hope he will.”
He hands me back my camera, “Totally, this is a cool project! Let me know how it goes!” With that, we said our good byes and I went to grab a quick bite before the next session.
1 -Reynold-
Reynold was the first one to be tied up in the T.A.C. I am going to do this all chronologically. Reynold was a pretty intense guy but very sweet, a huge activist for LGBT and anti-rape culture. He did a lot of protests and fighting for rights which was commendable. I met him through his (now ex) boyfriend.
Reynold was approximately 5'5, really pale white skin with the bluest eyes ever. 20 years old. His hair was always really short like peach fuzz which was really fun to rub. He was a tad doughy, maybe around 170 lbs. But he was a really cute guy in general.
I found Reynold one Friday on his way to the cafe to help tutor some other students, I am the type to kind of memorize everyone's schedule so that I can find people whenever I need them. Creepy, I know, this has really helped me in a bind a couple of times, like now. Anyways, I caught up to him and looped my arms through one of his. The sheer force of how fast I was running at him and hooked his arm sent him spinning.
“Hey hey Rey Rey!” I gave him my cheesiest grin once he regained his equilibrium. “I have a request and you have all rights to say no but I feel like I can trust you.” Reynold eyed me warily,
He whispered after glancing around, “Who did you kill this time and I am not going to help you hide the body!” We laughed and I let go.
“No one yet, but do you remember Dr. N's class?” (Reynold was a WGS major so he was very aquainted with Dr. N.) His eyes lit up.
“Oh my God Chen! I love him, I would have sex with that man just so I could spend more time with him.” Reynold swooned slightly. “I really love him, Chen.”
I stood in front of him and started walking backwards, I find it easier to talk to people face to face instead of standing at their side. “I am not asking you to have sex with him... you can do that on your own time. Do you remember in class when you had to do the T.A.C.?”
(Even I remember his project, his was really cool where he did interviews with people who have been raped and all the words that aligned with each stories were blown up in big letters on the paper so everyone could see without reading the whole script of the interview).
“What about it?” he asked trying to keep up with me as I tend to move a little faster than most people.
I took a deep breath, I explained to him the whole idea of my T.A.C. and what it meant. I went sort of schmutz'd my way into aligning it with LGBT discrimination of how gay men not only have to face stigmas from “normal society” for being gay, but also stigma for being kinky too from other gay people. I also said something along the lines of proving that a healthy BDSM relationship was not rape like society made it out to be. I knew if I tailored it towards his hot topics, it would be easier for him to jump on the idea; I wasn't lying though, I was doing this for those reasons too. By the end of my spiel, he was sold on the idea.
“Have you ever tied anyone up before?” he asked me. I kept a straight face.
“Eh, once or twice. ” I shrugged. “It'll be a fun experiment for both of us.”
“Sure, my room is free on Monday, maybe we can do it after class?” he suggested. I nodded
“Sure sounds good, I'll see you then!” I started heading off; I walked him to the glass doors of the cafe, “Thank you for doing this for me, Rey Rey!” I gave him a hug, he embraced me back.
“No problem, sweetie! It sounds like you put a lot of thought into this project and I really will be proud to take part!” He broke the embrace and headed off inside.
Monday finally rolled around and I met him outside his classroom one early morning; it was a hot day for the spring. His face was full of regret and sadness for picking such a hard course so early in the morning. Reynold was wearing a maroon polo with white stripes and a pair of brown sandals and khaki shorts. I was wearing a grey striped tanktop with black and white plaid shorts and I was carrying a messenger bag full of ropes, tape, home made ballgags (black rope and hard ping pong balls). We greeted each other and started walking back to his room. We chatted about the day, and how much classes sucked when the weather was nice out. I also took his “normal” pictures for the project too. Eventually we got back to his room, his dorm had no air condition so it was sweltering hot. Reynold opened the window and the cool breeze felt like a godsend. We sat in silence for a while on his plush crimson carpet.
“So uh... thanks again for doing this. I hope you don't feel obligated or anything.” I suddenly felt very nervous. I fiddled with the camera zooming in and out on the carpet.
He stood up and laughed “Hey, no problem. I WANT to do this. What do you want me wearing?”
I started pulling out ropes and tape from my bag, keeping the ball gags hidden for now. “Whatever you are comfortable with! You choose how far we go.”
He began to strip off his maroon shirt “Great, I'm gonna be naked then!” he joked, I think.
“Go ahead... just remember I'm going to be presenting in front of a class of 30 people.” I grabbed a long piece of cotton rope and folded it over.
“Then maybe not, how's this?” He was clad in his green plaid boxers, he struck a pose like Captain Morgan. I laughed, the atmosphere was very comfortable.
I grabbed him gingerly by the shoulders and turned him around, “Great, ready to begin?” I asked him, he nodded. I crossed his wrists over each other and tied them together. “You might want to sit on your bed for when I tie your feet.” I began getting confident. “Let me know if anything hurts.”
He struggled a little bit to test the ropes, “No, it's pretty comfortable really. What, were you in boy-scouts or something?” I laughed, not knowing I was going to hear this joke 5 more times. I lashed his ankles together and then his thighs together. I then tied his upper arms to his chest.
“Comfortable?” I asked, getting out my camera.
He squirmed a little bit, he pushed himself onto the navy bedsheets so his head was resting on his floral pillow. “Just take the picture now!” I snapped a few pictures.
“I am going to gag you now, okay? Would you be okay with trying one of these?” I pulled out a ball-gag.
“Woah, you made that? How?!” He opened up his mouth, I placed the ball against his tongue and tied it around his head.
“You can learn ANYTHING online. Looks good by the way.” I snapped a couple of more shots. “Can I change your positions?” He grunted and nodded. I took out another piece of rope and tied it around his ankles, I then pulled it through his wrists and said, “Let me know when it gets too tight.” I began to hogtie him. Surprisingly, Reynolds was really flexible, he was able to grab his ankles with his hands. I then tied his toes backwards to his ankle rope too so he was completely immobile except for his neck. I took a couple of pictures while he wriggled around. I sat down next to him and patted his butt. “What would you do if I tickled you?”
“MMMPH?!” His eyes got really wide and he bucked and shook his head. For a split second, I tickled his feet, he laughed and glared at me.
“Sorry, I was just really curious!” I flashed him an innocent smile. “I'm going to untie you now.” I untied him as fast as I could, he got up and did stretches. “Do you want to keep going?”
He looked at me and stretched as high as he could, his shoulders audibly cracked, I winced. “Do you need more pictures?”
“I wouldn't say no... because variety is the spice of life.” I collected the ropes.
“I wouldn't mind doing more, this is kind of fun!” he looked around and grabbed a wooden chair that was at his desk. “Do you think you could tie me to this?” Inwardly I scoffed, poor Reynold thinking that this was my first time every tying anyone up.
“Sure that will be fun!” I examined the chair, it was your standard wood chair with that really scratchy fabric on the seat and back, there was a gap separating the seat from the back rest which was perfect. “I'm going to gag you with tape now. And blindfold you, do you trust me?”
He looks up at me from the chair with big blue eyes. I put the ball-gag against his lips and he allowed me to put it in his mouth and tie up behind his head again. I unraveled some tape and put two small strips over his eyes. I lifted his arms about his head and then tied them to the back of the chair so his arms were stuck above his head. He was definitely freshly shaven because his pits were some of the smoothest pits I have ever seen. He shifted his arms around, I rubbed his head and he gave me a muffled laugh. I stretched his legs to touch the back of the chair, he instinctively arched his back puffing out his chest I tied his ankles to the legs. I then tied an X over his chest to the back of the chair to push him back into the chair. I adjusted the rope on his chest, his skin was extremely soft, I brushed a rope against his nipple, he mmph'd softly from the surprise touch.
“Sorry, it was just uneven.” I snapped pictures from the front and the back. His feet curled and wiggled adjusting to the rope. His breathing was smooth, his stomach moving in and out, his chest rising and falling. He looked wonderful, his body was completely vulnerable. “Okay, got the pictures, how are you feeling?” I asked once I ungagged him and started untying him.
He stretches out some more, “Surprisingly, being tied up is not as bad as I thought. I could like it. It is really comfortable for some reason. Can you tie me to this bed?” The bed had a headboard but nothing at the bottom, it was made from solid wood with a dresser at the bottom build underneath; I could work with that. I regagged him and blindfolded him with tape.
“You are really flexible, so I'm going to tie you up in a way to show that off.” I tied his wrists to the two poles of the headboard, and then I took his feet and tied them to his wrists. “Does this hurt at all?” He shook his head at me. His back was arched so that his butt was stuck in the air. He struggled a bit trying to get comfortable, so I put the pillow underneath his head, he mmph'd his thanks to me. I continued to take pictures trying to get the best angles.
“I think we're done!” I scrolled through all the pictures from the session. “So I'm gonna go, I'm sure your roommate will be back soon. Thanks so much for helping me, fo' reals.” I made sounds like I was leaving. He started struggling, well thrusting his butt into the air because that was all he could do.
“Mmmmph! Grmph mmmph! Mmmph!” He protested. I held back my laughter. He struggled hard but my binds with too tough. I let him struggle for a few minutes before crawling back onto the bed.
“Boo!” he jumps in surprise. “Rey Rey, do you really think I'd leave you?! I'm not that bad of a friend.” His body relaxed as I began to untie him. I removed the gag; he let out a big laugh.
“Seriously, you're such a jerk. I wonder what my roommate would have done.” He pondered as I untied him.
After I untied him, I stayed a talked for a little bit as I had a few hours to kill before I went to tie up David.
“How was it?” I asked as he browsed through the pictures.
“Not bad, I was expecting it to be really uncomfortable. I could see why people would be into this kind of thing. It's kind of fun, and for some reason, it made me really really sensitive.” He scrolled to the bed tie. “Wow, this one is cool.”
“Hahaha, I think Dr. N. will be surprised. Or at least I hope he will.”
He hands me back my camera, “Totally, this is a cool project! Let me know how it goes!” With that, we said our good byes and I went to grab a quick bite before the next session.
by Chen Chen » Thu Jun 26, 2014 7:38 pm
2 -David-
David was a business major who I met in Dr. N's class. He was 19, two grades under me. Really dark blonde/brown hair unstyled. About 5'7, maybe 160 lbs. He had a very average build, but a very cute face, green/yellow eyes (hazel?) with a bit of scruff on his chin.
One day after class, I decided to walk with David a little bit before we both had to go to another class. I asked him,
“What do you plan to do for Dr. N's class?”
“I don't know, make my own gay porn?” he laughed. “Just kidding, I have no idea. You?” Perfect, the perfect segue.
“I dunno, Ioannes and I were talking, and we thought up a cool project for me to do.” we continued walking, he looked at me with his hazel eyes.
“Yeah? What's up?” he tilted his head like a puppy.
“Well, it's kind of crazy, and you will probably think it's weird.... but I'm tying people up for my project” I respond. He leans back a bit in surprise.
“Like real people? Anyone in our class?”
“Yeap, Ioannes. I didn't ask anyone else yet.” I waited a bit, I looked into his face, he smiled at me. “Do you want to help me?” I asked.
“Only if we get dinner afterwords?” he smiled sheepishly. I blushed, was I really being asked out on a date?
“Uh, sure, here's my number. We can find out the best times and stuff later!” I gave him my number and headed into a building for my next class.
We talk and texted a couple of times before Monday. It was just casual flirting and friendly banter, though he would tell me how excited he was for Monday. When Monday finally came, I met him by the quad outside his dorm after my session with Reynold and a quick lunch; we agreed it was going to be at his place. David greeted me outside, he was sweating a bit from going for a jog and was wearing a sleeveless black spandex shirt and black basketball shorts.
“Sorry, I went for a run and lost track of time, you can still come up, but I need to shower. Do you mind waiting?” David panted, I shook my head.
“Go ahead!” he lead me into a building and up an elevator. I had to admit, his body looked really nice with a glistening of sweat. We just casually talked, he told me his T.A.C. was going to be about religion and homosexuality. We eventually got to his floor, he walked into his room and grabbed a towel and a fresh pair of boxerbriefs.
David pat me on the shoulder, “Make yourself comfortable, I'll make this really fast.” and left to go shower. I put my stuff down on a chair similar to the one I tied Reynold to. The walls were made from bricks with white paint slathered over them. The floor was a pea green/turquoise tile. His bed was was the bottom half of a bunkbed which served me well as it had four wooden poles on each corner of the bed. There was a large pipe running through an indent in the wall that was meant to be a closet with a large wooden beam was hung horizontally from wall to wall. There was a lot I could use in this room and it made me excited.
Within 10 minutes, David came back into the room from the communal bathroom clad in nothing but a towel and boxers. “So, are we going to get started?” he tossed his clothes into a bin nearby and hung up his towel. He laid down on the bed next time me. I opened up my messenger back and got some rope.
“Turn onto your stomach.” He rolled over and I grabbed both of his arms, still a little clammy from the moisture, and tied this in a cross. “Let me know if anything starts hurting.”
“Haha, you're so caring, cute.” David grinned; I rolled my eyes. I quickly tied him the same way I first tied Reynold, his ankles, thighs, wrists and upper arms were all tied up. I took out the ballgag and he allowed me to put it in his mouth with problems. “Mmmph mgrhmmph mmph!” he mumbled at me.
“Sorry bud, I don't speak gag. (but I do.)” I took out my camera and snapped some pictures. He looked really nice fresh out the shower, his chest had a fine layer of dark hair on it. While he wasn't super fit, he had muscles coming in and they were looking pretty nice. I took a few more pictures before going to my bag to get more rope. I grabbed a couple of long pieces and walked over to David. “This might be a little weird.”
I made him kneel on the bed and then I looped another piece of rope around his wrists. I took some guesstimated measurements and made two knots in the rope before I fed it through between his legs. He groaned and mmph'd at me. I gingerly placed the knots above and below his member before tying the rope around his waist to create a crotch rope. I then roped his ankles to his upper body's bindings, at this point, he was resting on his legs and shoulders, his body was arching in the air which made for a funny and hot sight. His pulled his arms a little bit and groaned because of pressure elsewhere. He eventually flopped down on the grey bedsheets onto his side. David started falling off the bed so I caught him before he rolled off the bed. My hands were his stomach and chest, he mmmph'd and rubbed his body into my hand. I centered him on the bed and took more pictures. He put on a pretty good show for me pretending to be enjoying himself a lot. David kept on pulling on his hands out of instinct and instantly tightening his crotch rope which made him groan into the gag. I laughed.
“Hehehe, sorry, do you want me to undo it?” I asked him. David shook his head yes. I untied him completely. “I think you could use a break right now.” he nods and allows me to untie him. Once I untied him, we sat on his bed and talked a little bit.
“I never knew bondage could feel like that.” he said laying back on his pillow, I shifted and leaned against his footboard so we were staring at each other.
“Like what?” I asked innocently.
“Like... good. Freeing. It feels good to be tied up.” David turned a visible shade of red. I may or may not have created a new bondage fan.
“Shall we continue then?” I asked him quietly. I had to keep in control; this was for a project. David nodded and looked at me for our next position. “Put your back against the pipe over there.” He obeyed and laid back on the pole before jumping off.
“Woah, the metal is really cold.” he whined. I just smirked. I grabbed his arms by the wrists and pulled them above his head. I tied his hands above a connecting thing that had grooves, so acted like a hook so he could not bring his hands lower. I then tied his ankles to the pole too. He swung around a little bit, “This is pretty tight, how did you learn to tie these knots? Were you in the boyscouts?”
“Funny thing, the person before you said the same exact thing.” I took out some duct tape and wrapped his eyes and mouth to the pole so he could not move his head. His cheeks puffed out beneath the tape and his angular nose looked bigger as the only visible skin showing. He mmph'd and grunted beneath the gag. I looped ropes over his shoulders and pulled them into the bar so he could not move his upper body, I then did the same thing between his thighs, squeezing the boxer briefs tighter, he groaned into the gag. David was completely immobile, his hands above his head, his body completely roped to this pipe and unable to see or speak. I snapped a lot of pictures and he struggled against his bonds with no avail.
“Mmmph, tmmph.” he mumbled shaking his hands. I knew this was a sign that his wrists were a little too tight, so I decided just to untie him. Once he was fully untied, he massaged his cheeks. I completely forgot about the effect of duct tape on stubble.
“I just saved you some time shaving, right?” I smiled sheepishly. He just smirked back and rolled his eyes.
“Haha. Just use the ballgag.” he said.
“That is the first time someone has ever said that.” I scoffed. “Think you have the energy for one more?” he pouted.
“Just one more? I enjoy spending time with you.” he complained. I laughed it off.
“Shut up and get in bed.” He jumped onto the bed. “Now lay out like an X.”
“I like where this is going.” David follows my directions. I lash his wrists to the poles of his bed and his feet to the footboard. “My nose is itchy, can you get it for me?” I ignored him and put the ball gag in and placed tape over his eyes.
“Sorry, I didn't hear you.” I watched him struggled to reach his nose in order to scratch it but the ropes held too tight, he could not even get near his face.
“Mrmmmph grrmmmph pmmmghph!” He sputtered into the gag. I snapped some pictures because the scene was too funny; David scowled at me. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his mouth.
“Sssh.” I took another picture of his face with my hand as a gag. “Now it looks like you've been dominated. Maybe I should whip you a bit?” His eyes widened and nodded slowly. I was taken by surprise, “Uh... I don't really have any whips, I was joking.” He slumped into his binds and grumbled. “Think you can get out?” I asked playing with the bedsheet. He struggled weakly and shook his head no. “Fine let's go get dinner.” I untied his hands and let him go.
“I never expected you to be so kinky.” were his first words when I let him out. He started getting dressed to go out to eat with me.
“Well, you learn new things every day, right?” I shrugged. “Where should we go for dinner?”
Dinner was fine, we talked a little bit more about the project. He talked about how he could actually get into bondage and if I would “help him learn more”. I agreed, but every time I brought it up to him, he would always make excuses to postpone it.
We eventually stopped talking for a bit afterwords because of personal circumstances, and when he tried to reconnect with me, it was a little too late. It was awkward to see him around campus this past year because he definitely still remembers that time I tied him up.
2 -David-
David was a business major who I met in Dr. N's class. He was 19, two grades under me. Really dark blonde/brown hair unstyled. About 5'7, maybe 160 lbs. He had a very average build, but a very cute face, green/yellow eyes (hazel?) with a bit of scruff on his chin.
One day after class, I decided to walk with David a little bit before we both had to go to another class. I asked him,
“What do you plan to do for Dr. N's class?”
“I don't know, make my own gay porn?” he laughed. “Just kidding, I have no idea. You?” Perfect, the perfect segue.
“I dunno, Ioannes and I were talking, and we thought up a cool project for me to do.” we continued walking, he looked at me with his hazel eyes.
“Yeah? What's up?” he tilted his head like a puppy.
“Well, it's kind of crazy, and you will probably think it's weird.... but I'm tying people up for my project” I respond. He leans back a bit in surprise.
“Like real people? Anyone in our class?”
“Yeap, Ioannes. I didn't ask anyone else yet.” I waited a bit, I looked into his face, he smiled at me. “Do you want to help me?” I asked.
“Only if we get dinner afterwords?” he smiled sheepishly. I blushed, was I really being asked out on a date?
“Uh, sure, here's my number. We can find out the best times and stuff later!” I gave him my number and headed into a building for my next class.
We talk and texted a couple of times before Monday. It was just casual flirting and friendly banter, though he would tell me how excited he was for Monday. When Monday finally came, I met him by the quad outside his dorm after my session with Reynold and a quick lunch; we agreed it was going to be at his place. David greeted me outside, he was sweating a bit from going for a jog and was wearing a sleeveless black spandex shirt and black basketball shorts.
“Sorry, I went for a run and lost track of time, you can still come up, but I need to shower. Do you mind waiting?” David panted, I shook my head.
“Go ahead!” he lead me into a building and up an elevator. I had to admit, his body looked really nice with a glistening of sweat. We just casually talked, he told me his T.A.C. was going to be about religion and homosexuality. We eventually got to his floor, he walked into his room and grabbed a towel and a fresh pair of boxerbriefs.
David pat me on the shoulder, “Make yourself comfortable, I'll make this really fast.” and left to go shower. I put my stuff down on a chair similar to the one I tied Reynold to. The walls were made from bricks with white paint slathered over them. The floor was a pea green/turquoise tile. His bed was was the bottom half of a bunkbed which served me well as it had four wooden poles on each corner of the bed. There was a large pipe running through an indent in the wall that was meant to be a closet with a large wooden beam was hung horizontally from wall to wall. There was a lot I could use in this room and it made me excited.
Within 10 minutes, David came back into the room from the communal bathroom clad in nothing but a towel and boxers. “So, are we going to get started?” he tossed his clothes into a bin nearby and hung up his towel. He laid down on the bed next time me. I opened up my messenger back and got some rope.
“Turn onto your stomach.” He rolled over and I grabbed both of his arms, still a little clammy from the moisture, and tied this in a cross. “Let me know if anything starts hurting.”
“Haha, you're so caring, cute.” David grinned; I rolled my eyes. I quickly tied him the same way I first tied Reynold, his ankles, thighs, wrists and upper arms were all tied up. I took out the ballgag and he allowed me to put it in his mouth with problems. “Mmmph mgrhmmph mmph!” he mumbled at me.
“Sorry bud, I don't speak gag. (but I do.)” I took out my camera and snapped some pictures. He looked really nice fresh out the shower, his chest had a fine layer of dark hair on it. While he wasn't super fit, he had muscles coming in and they were looking pretty nice. I took a few more pictures before going to my bag to get more rope. I grabbed a couple of long pieces and walked over to David. “This might be a little weird.”
I made him kneel on the bed and then I looped another piece of rope around his wrists. I took some guesstimated measurements and made two knots in the rope before I fed it through between his legs. He groaned and mmph'd at me. I gingerly placed the knots above and below his member before tying the rope around his waist to create a crotch rope. I then roped his ankles to his upper body's bindings, at this point, he was resting on his legs and shoulders, his body was arching in the air which made for a funny and hot sight. His pulled his arms a little bit and groaned because of pressure elsewhere. He eventually flopped down on the grey bedsheets onto his side. David started falling off the bed so I caught him before he rolled off the bed. My hands were his stomach and chest, he mmmph'd and rubbed his body into my hand. I centered him on the bed and took more pictures. He put on a pretty good show for me pretending to be enjoying himself a lot. David kept on pulling on his hands out of instinct and instantly tightening his crotch rope which made him groan into the gag. I laughed.
“Hehehe, sorry, do you want me to undo it?” I asked him. David shook his head yes. I untied him completely. “I think you could use a break right now.” he nods and allows me to untie him. Once I untied him, we sat on his bed and talked a little bit.
“I never knew bondage could feel like that.” he said laying back on his pillow, I shifted and leaned against his footboard so we were staring at each other.
“Like what?” I asked innocently.
“Like... good. Freeing. It feels good to be tied up.” David turned a visible shade of red. I may or may not have created a new bondage fan.
“Shall we continue then?” I asked him quietly. I had to keep in control; this was for a project. David nodded and looked at me for our next position. “Put your back against the pipe over there.” He obeyed and laid back on the pole before jumping off.
“Woah, the metal is really cold.” he whined. I just smirked. I grabbed his arms by the wrists and pulled them above his head. I tied his hands above a connecting thing that had grooves, so acted like a hook so he could not bring his hands lower. I then tied his ankles to the pole too. He swung around a little bit, “This is pretty tight, how did you learn to tie these knots? Were you in the boyscouts?”
“Funny thing, the person before you said the same exact thing.” I took out some duct tape and wrapped his eyes and mouth to the pole so he could not move his head. His cheeks puffed out beneath the tape and his angular nose looked bigger as the only visible skin showing. He mmph'd and grunted beneath the gag. I looped ropes over his shoulders and pulled them into the bar so he could not move his upper body, I then did the same thing between his thighs, squeezing the boxer briefs tighter, he groaned into the gag. David was completely immobile, his hands above his head, his body completely roped to this pipe and unable to see or speak. I snapped a lot of pictures and he struggled against his bonds with no avail.
“Mmmph, tmmph.” he mumbled shaking his hands. I knew this was a sign that his wrists were a little too tight, so I decided just to untie him. Once he was fully untied, he massaged his cheeks. I completely forgot about the effect of duct tape on stubble.
“I just saved you some time shaving, right?” I smiled sheepishly. He just smirked back and rolled his eyes.
“Haha. Just use the ballgag.” he said.
“That is the first time someone has ever said that.” I scoffed. “Think you have the energy for one more?” he pouted.
“Just one more? I enjoy spending time with you.” he complained. I laughed it off.
“Shut up and get in bed.” He jumped onto the bed. “Now lay out like an X.”
“I like where this is going.” David follows my directions. I lash his wrists to the poles of his bed and his feet to the footboard. “My nose is itchy, can you get it for me?” I ignored him and put the ball gag in and placed tape over his eyes.
“Sorry, I didn't hear you.” I watched him struggled to reach his nose in order to scratch it but the ropes held too tight, he could not even get near his face.
“Mrmmmph grrmmmph pmmmghph!” He sputtered into the gag. I snapped some pictures because the scene was too funny; David scowled at me. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his mouth.
“Sssh.” I took another picture of his face with my hand as a gag. “Now it looks like you've been dominated. Maybe I should whip you a bit?” His eyes widened and nodded slowly. I was taken by surprise, “Uh... I don't really have any whips, I was joking.” He slumped into his binds and grumbled. “Think you can get out?” I asked playing with the bedsheet. He struggled weakly and shook his head no. “Fine let's go get dinner.” I untied his hands and let him go.
“I never expected you to be so kinky.” were his first words when I let him out. He started getting dressed to go out to eat with me.
“Well, you learn new things every day, right?” I shrugged. “Where should we go for dinner?”
Dinner was fine, we talked a little bit more about the project. He talked about how he could actually get into bondage and if I would “help him learn more”. I agreed, but every time I brought it up to him, he would always make excuses to postpone it.
We eventually stopped talking for a bit afterwords because of personal circumstances, and when he tried to reconnect with me, it was a little too late. It was awkward to see him around campus this past year because he definitely still remembers that time I tied him up.
by Chen Chen » Fri Jun 27, 2014 8:37 pm
3 -John-
This story is one of the most interesting in my opinion because of my relationship with John.
John was a journalist, whatever major that is. Journalism? Yeah. Anyways, he was same age as Reynold, 20 years old, about 5'9'' or 5'10'', much taller than me. He had a very skinny build but was a bit thick around the midsection, maybe weighing about 175. He had beautiful soft chocolate brown hair, and brown eyes. His face was long and scruffy and his eyes were a bit droopy.
The thing is, I had no idea who he was before I met him to tie him up. I have never spoken to him, I had no idea what he looked like, and I have never ever heard of him before tying him up.
Reynold texted me one night after I recruited Reynold to tie him up. He said, “Hey, my friend John wants to be part of your project.” Of course I was surprised, who would agree to be tied up by a total stranger?
“Sure, I have to ask though, how did you get him to agree?” I texted him back.
His response, “Well, he likes to be tied up, so it wasn't hard at all lol” and that was all I knew about John before I met him. For me, part of my social strength was how much I knew you based on your actions and your knee jerk reactions to different scenarios. I believed that by knowing more about you, it was easier for me to be someone that you could trust. So going into a situation where I had no idea who he was other than the fact that I knew he liked bondage was a challenge for me.
I thought to myself, “What kind of man would openly agree to be tied up by someone he doesn't know?” I began to run through options, “He could be desperate, he could be obnoxiously sexual, he could be a super liberal hippy that believes we should all have sex in public because it is only natural.” But it came to my realization that I was being faulted for the same thing my project stood against. I was judging him based on one aspect of his life. So I decided to save any reservations I had until I met him in person.
So I was feeling pretty confident after a successful Monday where two people who had never tried bondage ended up really enjoying it. But today was the first time I was going to tie someone who knew what bondage was and felt like, and I was worrying that I was going to be a disappointment. On Tuesday, I went to one of the dormitories on the campus and waited for him to come down; I had no idea who I was even waiting for. It was a beautiful spring day, slightly breezy with beautiful sunshine. I tried my best to dress the best I could with a button down that gave me a nice silhouette and some form fitting dark jeans. Eventually, this tall skinny faced man wearing a white band shirt and short shorts came down. He was a bit scruffy in the face but overall a handsome man.
He stuck out of his hand and gave me a smile, “Hello, you must be Chen. Reynold told me all about your project and it sounded pretty cool.” His handshake was firm and professional. I looked up as he did tower about four inches higher than me.
“Yeah, hi! Thanks for doing this. I mean... yeah. ” I awkwardly stumbled across my words like an elegant manatee; John didn't seem to mind.
“Heh, yeah... can you tell me more about your project?” he asked as we entered the dorm and he led me to his room. On the way up I explained what the project meant (which you all are probably done hearing about.) and I also told him about my initial reaction to him was. He found it funny and agreed that bondage was only one part of our lives that we could not be judged on for as a whole. He seemed like a genuine nice guy and wanted to support my T.A.C. for the message, which I thought was awesome.
We eventually got to his room, it was dimly lit as there were no built in light fixtures that really worked, there was a black standing lamp near his solid wood frame bed. His bed's palette of choice was blue with a navy bedspread (this one was sold in the school stores hence why everyone pretty much had them) and various blue pillows. But he had a furry brown blanket on top that was the softest of the soft. There was another bed in the opposite corner for his room mate and two desks in between the beds.
“What should I wear?” he asked. I put my bag down on the floor and began to take out ropes.
“Just underwear would be fine if you're comfortable with that.” I examined my surroundings, he had an awesome leather swivel chair, but sadly, he did not have a lot of other things I could tie him to. But, I lived in this dorm before, and I knew they had a private bathroom; that could be useful. He stripped down to a pair of loose orange boxers before rummaging through his drawer for a pair of light grey boxer briefs.
“Mind if I change? Some boxers are just better to be tied up in.” he waved his boxer brief at me. I shrugged.
“Sure, doesn't matter to me. I just never realized there were designated bondage pants before.” he snorted and went into the bathroom. John came back out clad in his tight grey underwear that outlined his waist nicely. “So, ready to begin?” he nodded. “Sit here, I'll get you started.”
Within moments, I had him tied like everyone else's first tie, I roped his wrists together and then his ankles and worked my way up from his thighs to his chest. This was the first time I met this man, and now I had the chance to explore his body in such ways that I bet not many others have done. He was a bit hairy, his chest and happy trail were a dark brown. But his skin beneath was like silk, it had not one mar. I ran my hand through his hair, he leaned back into my shoulder.
“I'm going to gag you, is that okay?” I asked, not wanting to overstep my boundaries with this new model. At this point, I was kneeling behind him on the bed, my fingers were grazing over his skin, it was really beautiful.
“Sure, I love the gag.” I took out the ball gag. Before I put it in, I asked one last question,
“Is it too tight or too loose? I am not an experienced tie-er.” he shifted his wrists.
“No, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, you're pretty good at this.” he reassured me. I held up the red gag in front of him. He opened his mouth and allowed me to press the gag against his tongue. John did not make a sound but just sat there and closed his eyes. I took this chance to take pictures, the flash made him open his eyes and look into the camera. John tried to open his mouth a little wider to adjust to the gag, but instead, he let out a slight moan. Once I took enough pictures, I put the camera down on the dark multicolored carpet. I grabbed more rope from my messenger bag.
I began lacing the rope through his ankles. “Let me know if this gets too tight.” I began to hogtie him, I fed the rope through his wrists, purposely rubbing it through his butt and pulled. He lifted his hands to get the rope away from his bottom but at the same time made it much easier for me to hogtie him. I ended up making it pretty tight before he groaned a little bit. I apologized and let the the ropes go a little bit. He shifted onto one side of his hip, his member pressing against his tight briefs. I finished the tie and stepped back to watch him struggle. His hands were balled into fists, his feet stuck in the air as he rocked back and forth.
“Is this tight enough?” I asked him. He nodded at me and groaned in enjoyment. Even though a ballgag was distorting his face, I could tell he was really enjoying himself. I took a few shots with my camera and watched him, his features were so relaxed, his eyes closed as he shifted across his bed clearly enjoying his predicament.
“If you want, we can try other positions too.” I offered, he accepted and let me untie him, but as I reached for the gag, he stopped my hands. John allowed me to take his wrists and lead him into the bathroom. The bathroom was this ugly dark pink tile with yellow wallpaper; the tub was a weird peach color with translucent drapes hanging from a metal pole. I grabbed his wrists and pulled them above his head, I got onto the edge of the bathtub and yanked the rope to pull his arms as taut as possible. I then looped the rope under his wrists and around to efficiently latch him to pole. At this point, I was feeling daring, I took two strips of duct tape and placed them over his eyes. Surprisingly, he did not struggle and allowed me to blindfold him with the tape. I tied his ankles back together and feeling a little daring, I tied his upper thigh together, and to cinch it, I had to place the ropes between his legs and brush against his member. He squirmed and mmph'd in surprise, but relaxed into his bonds. Once he was completely immobile, I took this chance to snap a few shots and from different angles. He dangled from the pole, unable to keep his balance with his feet so tight together and against the smooth bathtub. He shifted around, his shoulders bobbing up and down as he adjusted his wrists from the metal pole.
As I was taking pictures, my phone began ringing, it was my boss (for my theatre tech job)!
I looked over at John and whispered a quick, “Sorry!” before answering my phone. “Yo, what's up?”
“Hey, what are you doing right now?” the voice crackled on the other end.
“Uh... working on a school project. Why?” I asked him, I began pondering whether or not I forgot I had work today.
“Nothing, if you were at the building, I would ask you to find Mike (Mike doesn't own a phone). I can't get a hold him, thanks though.” my boss hung up on me. I breathed a sigh of relief and John started laughing through his gag.
“That was a close one right?” I laughed sheepishly. “I'm going to untie you now.” I removed the tape from his eyes and gag from his mouth. I stood up on the toilet and began to untie his wrists, our faces were very close together. I admit, I became a little flushed.
“You know, you're pretty good at the ropes.” He said to me as I undid his hands. I definitely blushed at this comment. From someone who has definitely been tied up before, hearing he liked my ropework was a big comment for me.
“Haha... secret talent of mine, I guess.” I released his wrists. Not accounting the fact that these ropes were holding him up, he toppled forwards, I caught him awkwardly and we both fell to the ground with him on top of me. “Oh my god oh my god I'm so sorry! I should have untied your legs first!” I scrambled from beneath him to untie his legs. He fell back onto his butt and laughed.
“No worries. You kind of look like a kpop star. Maybe someone from SHINee? I don't know kpop that well, so that could be a little racist.” he joked, alleviating the awkwardness I caused.
“Hahaha, you think so? My skin is too dark, asians love pale skin.” I responded as I finished untying his legs.
“That's odd, I guess different folks, different strokes. Want to continue? Can we leave the gag out for a while? My jaw aches.” he stood up. I followed after him with my hands full of rope.
“Sure, any suggestions?” I asked him.
“Not, really, just make it so I can't move.” he sat on the bed.
I smiled at him devilishly, “I can do that.” I grabbed his left wrist and tied it to his left ankle, I repeated the process on his right side. Once his arms and legs were bound, he was stuck in a bit of a hunch. He tried to stretch his back and ended up falling to his side. He tried to extend his legs but his arms would not stretch.
“I really like this position, it's comfortable, but I can't get too comfortable.” he remarked. I smiled at his praise.
“Can I ask you something, John?” I sat down on his swivel chair. “Why do you like bondage?” he looked at me and shrugged.
“I feel free tied up.” He stated simply. “When I'm tightly bound, I can't do anything but enjoy the present. I feel free as I have no control over anything I do now, everything is up to you. To a control freak like me, that is freeing.” I remember being in awe at his answer. Until that point I never realized why I myself liked, and yearned to be tied up. His ideals resonated with me.
“That is really cool, did you get tied up before this?” I leaned forwards, he nodded, his scruff scratching against the fur blanket.
“Yeah, one of my friends is actually an amateur bondage photographer. I model for him a lot too.” he responded. “My favorite tie is he tied me spread eagle between two trees.”
“Wow, he takes amateur bondage photography? That's awesome, where did he learn to tie ropes?” I asked, entranced by this conversation. This was the first time I ever met anyone who actually was into bondage.
“He was friends with a dominatrix who got him into some classes.” he responded, he winced as he tried to push himself up. I got up from the chair and grabbed him around his stomach. Together we hoisted his body up and ended up spooning. He could definitely feel my member touching him and I could definitely see his.
“Cool story, really. I would love to learn how to tie from him. Anyways, shall we get going?” I babbled as I tend to talk when I'm nervous. I untied his body and then retied his ankles to his thighs and his wrists behind his back. I then tied a rope around his upper body and attached it to his wrists, tightening it so his wrists were immobile.
“I really like this tie, my lower and upper body are completely immobile.” John closed his eyes and just relished the feeling of being tied up. I snapped a few pictures and watched his revel in his ecstasy. I looked at the clock, it was almost time for me to head out.
“Hey, it's been fun, really, but I need to go to class soon...” I regretfully mumbled. He broke from his revelry and gave me a slight head nod. I quickly untied him. “I learned a lot from you, so thank you.”
“No, thank you, I really needed that. You have no idea.” he gave me a smile as I sat next to him coiling the ropes.
“Heh, if you ever need someone to tie you up, well, you have my number.” I semi-joked with him. He just gave me a hug. We quickly arranged for his non-bondage photos and said our farewells. I was happy, yet I felt disappointed. I wish there was more I could have done as this was my first experience with someone who actually knew something about bondage.
I never talked to John again after that due to Reynold and his boyfriend breaking up and creating a civil war between their friends (me included). I saw John occasionally through out last year, but he definitely would not have given me the time of day.
Yet strangely, I don't really feel like I missed an opportunity; I feel like that one time encounter was all I needed and all it needed to be. Also because someone entered my life and allowed me to explore my interest in bondage with him. But that is a story for a different day.
3 -John-
This story is one of the most interesting in my opinion because of my relationship with John.
John was a journalist, whatever major that is. Journalism? Yeah. Anyways, he was same age as Reynold, 20 years old, about 5'9'' or 5'10'', much taller than me. He had a very skinny build but was a bit thick around the midsection, maybe weighing about 175. He had beautiful soft chocolate brown hair, and brown eyes. His face was long and scruffy and his eyes were a bit droopy.
The thing is, I had no idea who he was before I met him to tie him up. I have never spoken to him, I had no idea what he looked like, and I have never ever heard of him before tying him up.
Reynold texted me one night after I recruited Reynold to tie him up. He said, “Hey, my friend John wants to be part of your project.” Of course I was surprised, who would agree to be tied up by a total stranger?
“Sure, I have to ask though, how did you get him to agree?” I texted him back.
His response, “Well, he likes to be tied up, so it wasn't hard at all lol” and that was all I knew about John before I met him. For me, part of my social strength was how much I knew you based on your actions and your knee jerk reactions to different scenarios. I believed that by knowing more about you, it was easier for me to be someone that you could trust. So going into a situation where I had no idea who he was other than the fact that I knew he liked bondage was a challenge for me.
I thought to myself, “What kind of man would openly agree to be tied up by someone he doesn't know?” I began to run through options, “He could be desperate, he could be obnoxiously sexual, he could be a super liberal hippy that believes we should all have sex in public because it is only natural.” But it came to my realization that I was being faulted for the same thing my project stood against. I was judging him based on one aspect of his life. So I decided to save any reservations I had until I met him in person.
So I was feeling pretty confident after a successful Monday where two people who had never tried bondage ended up really enjoying it. But today was the first time I was going to tie someone who knew what bondage was and felt like, and I was worrying that I was going to be a disappointment. On Tuesday, I went to one of the dormitories on the campus and waited for him to come down; I had no idea who I was even waiting for. It was a beautiful spring day, slightly breezy with beautiful sunshine. I tried my best to dress the best I could with a button down that gave me a nice silhouette and some form fitting dark jeans. Eventually, this tall skinny faced man wearing a white band shirt and short shorts came down. He was a bit scruffy in the face but overall a handsome man.
He stuck out of his hand and gave me a smile, “Hello, you must be Chen. Reynold told me all about your project and it sounded pretty cool.” His handshake was firm and professional. I looked up as he did tower about four inches higher than me.
“Yeah, hi! Thanks for doing this. I mean... yeah. ” I awkwardly stumbled across my words like an elegant manatee; John didn't seem to mind.
“Heh, yeah... can you tell me more about your project?” he asked as we entered the dorm and he led me to his room. On the way up I explained what the project meant (which you all are probably done hearing about.) and I also told him about my initial reaction to him was. He found it funny and agreed that bondage was only one part of our lives that we could not be judged on for as a whole. He seemed like a genuine nice guy and wanted to support my T.A.C. for the message, which I thought was awesome.
We eventually got to his room, it was dimly lit as there were no built in light fixtures that really worked, there was a black standing lamp near his solid wood frame bed. His bed's palette of choice was blue with a navy bedspread (this one was sold in the school stores hence why everyone pretty much had them) and various blue pillows. But he had a furry brown blanket on top that was the softest of the soft. There was another bed in the opposite corner for his room mate and two desks in between the beds.
“What should I wear?” he asked. I put my bag down on the floor and began to take out ropes.
“Just underwear would be fine if you're comfortable with that.” I examined my surroundings, he had an awesome leather swivel chair, but sadly, he did not have a lot of other things I could tie him to. But, I lived in this dorm before, and I knew they had a private bathroom; that could be useful. He stripped down to a pair of loose orange boxers before rummaging through his drawer for a pair of light grey boxer briefs.
“Mind if I change? Some boxers are just better to be tied up in.” he waved his boxer brief at me. I shrugged.
“Sure, doesn't matter to me. I just never realized there were designated bondage pants before.” he snorted and went into the bathroom. John came back out clad in his tight grey underwear that outlined his waist nicely. “So, ready to begin?” he nodded. “Sit here, I'll get you started.”
Within moments, I had him tied like everyone else's first tie, I roped his wrists together and then his ankles and worked my way up from his thighs to his chest. This was the first time I met this man, and now I had the chance to explore his body in such ways that I bet not many others have done. He was a bit hairy, his chest and happy trail were a dark brown. But his skin beneath was like silk, it had not one mar. I ran my hand through his hair, he leaned back into my shoulder.
“I'm going to gag you, is that okay?” I asked, not wanting to overstep my boundaries with this new model. At this point, I was kneeling behind him on the bed, my fingers were grazing over his skin, it was really beautiful.
“Sure, I love the gag.” I took out the ball gag. Before I put it in, I asked one last question,
“Is it too tight or too loose? I am not an experienced tie-er.” he shifted his wrists.
“No, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, you're pretty good at this.” he reassured me. I held up the red gag in front of him. He opened his mouth and allowed me to press the gag against his tongue. John did not make a sound but just sat there and closed his eyes. I took this chance to take pictures, the flash made him open his eyes and look into the camera. John tried to open his mouth a little wider to adjust to the gag, but instead, he let out a slight moan. Once I took enough pictures, I put the camera down on the dark multicolored carpet. I grabbed more rope from my messenger bag.
I began lacing the rope through his ankles. “Let me know if this gets too tight.” I began to hogtie him, I fed the rope through his wrists, purposely rubbing it through his butt and pulled. He lifted his hands to get the rope away from his bottom but at the same time made it much easier for me to hogtie him. I ended up making it pretty tight before he groaned a little bit. I apologized and let the the ropes go a little bit. He shifted onto one side of his hip, his member pressing against his tight briefs. I finished the tie and stepped back to watch him struggle. His hands were balled into fists, his feet stuck in the air as he rocked back and forth.
“Is this tight enough?” I asked him. He nodded at me and groaned in enjoyment. Even though a ballgag was distorting his face, I could tell he was really enjoying himself. I took a few shots with my camera and watched him, his features were so relaxed, his eyes closed as he shifted across his bed clearly enjoying his predicament.
“If you want, we can try other positions too.” I offered, he accepted and let me untie him, but as I reached for the gag, he stopped my hands. John allowed me to take his wrists and lead him into the bathroom. The bathroom was this ugly dark pink tile with yellow wallpaper; the tub was a weird peach color with translucent drapes hanging from a metal pole. I grabbed his wrists and pulled them above his head, I got onto the edge of the bathtub and yanked the rope to pull his arms as taut as possible. I then looped the rope under his wrists and around to efficiently latch him to pole. At this point, I was feeling daring, I took two strips of duct tape and placed them over his eyes. Surprisingly, he did not struggle and allowed me to blindfold him with the tape. I tied his ankles back together and feeling a little daring, I tied his upper thigh together, and to cinch it, I had to place the ropes between his legs and brush against his member. He squirmed and mmph'd in surprise, but relaxed into his bonds. Once he was completely immobile, I took this chance to snap a few shots and from different angles. He dangled from the pole, unable to keep his balance with his feet so tight together and against the smooth bathtub. He shifted around, his shoulders bobbing up and down as he adjusted his wrists from the metal pole.
As I was taking pictures, my phone began ringing, it was my boss (for my theatre tech job)!
I looked over at John and whispered a quick, “Sorry!” before answering my phone. “Yo, what's up?”
“Hey, what are you doing right now?” the voice crackled on the other end.
“Uh... working on a school project. Why?” I asked him, I began pondering whether or not I forgot I had work today.
“Nothing, if you were at the building, I would ask you to find Mike (Mike doesn't own a phone). I can't get a hold him, thanks though.” my boss hung up on me. I breathed a sigh of relief and John started laughing through his gag.
“That was a close one right?” I laughed sheepishly. “I'm going to untie you now.” I removed the tape from his eyes and gag from his mouth. I stood up on the toilet and began to untie his wrists, our faces were very close together. I admit, I became a little flushed.
“You know, you're pretty good at the ropes.” He said to me as I undid his hands. I definitely blushed at this comment. From someone who has definitely been tied up before, hearing he liked my ropework was a big comment for me.
“Haha... secret talent of mine, I guess.” I released his wrists. Not accounting the fact that these ropes were holding him up, he toppled forwards, I caught him awkwardly and we both fell to the ground with him on top of me. “Oh my god oh my god I'm so sorry! I should have untied your legs first!” I scrambled from beneath him to untie his legs. He fell back onto his butt and laughed.
“No worries. You kind of look like a kpop star. Maybe someone from SHINee? I don't know kpop that well, so that could be a little racist.” he joked, alleviating the awkwardness I caused.
“Hahaha, you think so? My skin is too dark, asians love pale skin.” I responded as I finished untying his legs.
“That's odd, I guess different folks, different strokes. Want to continue? Can we leave the gag out for a while? My jaw aches.” he stood up. I followed after him with my hands full of rope.
“Sure, any suggestions?” I asked him.
“Not, really, just make it so I can't move.” he sat on the bed.
I smiled at him devilishly, “I can do that.” I grabbed his left wrist and tied it to his left ankle, I repeated the process on his right side. Once his arms and legs were bound, he was stuck in a bit of a hunch. He tried to stretch his back and ended up falling to his side. He tried to extend his legs but his arms would not stretch.
“I really like this position, it's comfortable, but I can't get too comfortable.” he remarked. I smiled at his praise.
“Can I ask you something, John?” I sat down on his swivel chair. “Why do you like bondage?” he looked at me and shrugged.
“I feel free tied up.” He stated simply. “When I'm tightly bound, I can't do anything but enjoy the present. I feel free as I have no control over anything I do now, everything is up to you. To a control freak like me, that is freeing.” I remember being in awe at his answer. Until that point I never realized why I myself liked, and yearned to be tied up. His ideals resonated with me.
“That is really cool, did you get tied up before this?” I leaned forwards, he nodded, his scruff scratching against the fur blanket.
“Yeah, one of my friends is actually an amateur bondage photographer. I model for him a lot too.” he responded. “My favorite tie is he tied me spread eagle between two trees.”
“Wow, he takes amateur bondage photography? That's awesome, where did he learn to tie ropes?” I asked, entranced by this conversation. This was the first time I ever met anyone who actually was into bondage.
“He was friends with a dominatrix who got him into some classes.” he responded, he winced as he tried to push himself up. I got up from the chair and grabbed him around his stomach. Together we hoisted his body up and ended up spooning. He could definitely feel my member touching him and I could definitely see his.
“Cool story, really. I would love to learn how to tie from him. Anyways, shall we get going?” I babbled as I tend to talk when I'm nervous. I untied his body and then retied his ankles to his thighs and his wrists behind his back. I then tied a rope around his upper body and attached it to his wrists, tightening it so his wrists were immobile.
“I really like this tie, my lower and upper body are completely immobile.” John closed his eyes and just relished the feeling of being tied up. I snapped a few pictures and watched his revel in his ecstasy. I looked at the clock, it was almost time for me to head out.
“Hey, it's been fun, really, but I need to go to class soon...” I regretfully mumbled. He broke from his revelry and gave me a slight head nod. I quickly untied him. “I learned a lot from you, so thank you.”
“No, thank you, I really needed that. You have no idea.” he gave me a smile as I sat next to him coiling the ropes.
“Heh, if you ever need someone to tie you up, well, you have my number.” I semi-joked with him. He just gave me a hug. We quickly arranged for his non-bondage photos and said our farewells. I was happy, yet I felt disappointed. I wish there was more I could have done as this was my first experience with someone who actually knew something about bondage.
I never talked to John again after that due to Reynold and his boyfriend breaking up and creating a civil war between their friends (me included). I saw John occasionally through out last year, but he definitely would not have given me the time of day.
Yet strangely, I don't really feel like I missed an opportunity; I feel like that one time encounter was all I needed and all it needed to be. Also because someone entered my life and allowed me to explore my interest in bondage with him. But that is a story for a different day.
by Chen Chen » Fri Jun 27, 2014 8:59 pm
4 -Krystof-
TWO IN ONE NIGHT
Krystof was one of my favorites. He was a good friend in college that I met through being in the same dorm as him. We ended up bonding really well over video games and music. He was pretty gorgeous though, Krystof was 5'8, maybe 160 lbs of all muscles, short sandy blonde hair styled naturally (can you tell I went to really white school?) gorgeously defined sixpack, greenish brown eyes.
I get a text from him a few days after Ioannes and I talked about our project. It read: “Heard about your project, you need people to tie up?”
I texted back, “Yeap, it's for my gay class lol literally.” trying to play it as cool as possible.
“Haha. That's weird. I don't know if I would be comfortable doing it.” my heart sunk, I really was excited by the prospect of tying him up.
“Meet me for lunch? I'll explain it and then you can decide then, right?” I texted back.
“K, fine, wanna go to the Lounge?” he asked me. I agreed and we set a time.
Later that night, I finally met him, we exchanged our pleasantries and shot the breeze for a bit. He had this pretty smile that made his eyes crinkle and revealed his teeth.
“So tell me about this project of yours.” Krystof finally addressed the elephant in the room when we ordered our food.
“Well...” I began to explain the whole reasoning behind it, it took long enough so that our food came when I was finishing up. He laughed.
“Don't you think you're being extreme?” he actually sounded pretty accusatory. “Wouldn't it be the same if we just took pictures of me in bed with some chick with a condom in my mouth?” I was slightly offended, he really didn't understand the purpose (and the motive) of my project.
“Being transgressive is all about pushing the boundaries, my friend.” I began to eat my philly cheese steak. “You don't have to do it. I guess Ioannes thought wrong of you. I won't judge you for shying away it is an odd request.” I tried to be as casual as possible; inside I was going through everything I knew about him that I would be able to convince him with. “This IS what my project is about though. Why don't you want to do it? Is it because it is weird? Because it is unnatural? Why do you feel that way? Just because you like to tie up or be tied does not change who you are. It's just an aspect of our lives that we are forced to hide because society deems it as wrong and taboo. That is what my project is about.”
“Still weird... I don't know” he huffed. Time to play the guilt card.
“I just wanted to ask, as a friend, to help a friend. Just remember who cleaned up after you for a year and made your halloween costume two years ago.” He looked at me with a kind of hurt expression.
“Now you're just making me feel bad.” Bingo. Krystof began to eat a bit.
“I'm not saying you should do it. But it would help me a lot.” I refused to look up at his face, I suddenly found the ketchup bottle the most interesting thing on the table.
“.... would my face be shown?” he asked after a long silence.
“I could make it so it is not if that would make you happy.” I finally look up, he gives me a small smirk.
“You're a manipulative jerk wad. ” Krystof continued eating. “I hope you know that.”
“And you're the best friend ever!” I clapped my hands and smiled.
“Shut up!” he threw an ice cube at me.
Thursday finally came, we agreed to do it at his house that he was renting with 6 friends. We chose Thursday because all of his housemates were out for various reasons. Krystof led me to his room on the second floor, it was spacious with a bed, an exercise bike, weights, a swivel chair, a folding chair, and a desk. I had my bag of stuff with me and I set it down on the desk.
“Hey, I'll make it as fast as I can, I thank you very much for helping me out dude. Seriously, I will burn the pictures when I'm done.” I started unpacking.
“Whatever, let's get this over with!” he put his hands on his hips. “What should I be wearing?”
Without looking up from untangling the ropes, I responded, “Everyone else has been tied up in their boxers.”
Krystof groaned “Seriously? Fine...” he stripped off his white shirt and blue basketball shorts revealing his beautiful six pack and dark blue boxers with stars. He crossed his arms, making his chest bulge. “Now what?”
“Just turn around and we can begin.” I did my best to contain my excitement. Like everyone else, I started off with tying his wrists criss-crossed. “Let me know if it hurts. We are going to do four positions.”
“It's gonna hurt?!” he asked in surprise. I sighed.
“No, let me know if it DOES, it's not supposed to hurt.” I pushed him gently onto the bed, it creaked beneath his weight. “I think.”
“Not funny dude.” he glared as I tied his thighs. “Not so close to the dick, that's just weird.”
“I'm already next to you.” I cinched off his thighs a little tighter than normally and then moved to his chest. Roping his pecs was my favorite part, I looped it the pecs first before going over his nipples with the ropes and cinching it beneath each arm. “Now my favorite part, the gag.” I walked to the desk and grabbed some tape.
“Yo man. No.” he began to struggle against his bonds. I tied more on him that I did on anyone else. His muscles looked wonderful tensed up against the ropes, as I sat behind him and applied tape around his mouth and head. “MMMPH! Mmmph mmhknng smmmph!” he protested.
“Dude, just relax. Remember, you agreed to this, more you struggle slower it will go.” I start snapping pictures. He sighs and poses for me. “I am going to move to the next tie okay? Relax, you might just enjoy yourself.” I untied his wrists, he did not fight back as I pulled them over his head and retied them to a web around his toes and soles. Krystof looked really good stretched out, his muscles were tight and his arms were constantly flexed. I snapped more pictures a little slower than I needed. I felt his anger subside, he began to mmph into the tape. He began to stir twisting his body he squirmed his way across the bed. “Are you okay?” He nodded and readjusted himself. “Just think of it this way, what would Link do?” Link was his hero, he was huge Zelda fan. Krystof laughed for the first time.
After a few more pictures. I let him go for a break. Krystof stretched his muscles a bit and laid down onto the bed.
“Okay, honestly? This isn't that bad.” he confessed.
“I really don't know what you expecting. Did you think I was going to bring some dominatrix in here and have her screw with you?” I responded slightly sarcastically.
“No... I don't know, I thought it was weird, man. Like, it wasn't supposed to be fun or anything.” Kystof replied kind of quietly.
“You do realize you are actually proving the point of my project, right?” I smirked, knowing that I was right. He hit me with his pillow.
“Shut up, let's get this over with. I didn't say I liked it. I just said it wasn't bad.” he stood up and adjusted his boxers. “What next?”
“Sit here.” I pushed the swivel chair to him, he got up from the bed and sat on the swivel chair, the leather creaked as he sat down. He placed his arms on the armrests, I held up my hands. “Perfect, keep your arms right there.” I wound the rope up both of his arms. He pulled against the ropes, making his chest really firm, but he could not pull out.
I grabbed his feet and tied them together before roping them to the bottom of the chair.
“Two more things, and then I'm done.” I put a layer of tape on his eyes as he protested.
“This is going to hurt a lot coming o- mmph.” I placed the ballgag between his teeth.
“Sorry about that. I need total concentration right now.” I joked. I quickly snapped some pictures, he moved side to side, trying to get loose. He continues to speak through the gag not knowing what was in his mouth. He started swiveling on the chair, or tried to but the tie around his foot prohibited him from such. I reviewed the pictures. “Last one. I promise.”
I untied him and led him out of the chair onto the bed. “Lay like an X, I'm going to tie you to the bed.”
He mmph'd at me and scowled but did it anyways. His bed had a steel frame a head and footrest and was the perfect size for him to stretch on. He threw out his hands, his arms perfectly reached the grey steel poles; I tied them to the poles. I moved down to his barefeet, as I was tying his ankle, the rope lazily touched his soles, he jerked a bit and mmph'd at me to be careful. I laughed and apologized. Once I finished, I looked down at him, he was perfectly taut, unable to move, see or speak. I snapped some pictures. He tried twisting side to side and up and down, but the bonds were too tight for him to have any mobility. He bucked and thrashed but he was unable to move, he eventually resigned and let me finish taking shots.
“All done!” I said, as I shut off the camera. “I'll let you go now, thanks again for letting me do this, even if you did fight me all the way.” I untied him from the bed, he rubbed his wrists and ankles trying to remove the creases left by the rope.
“Yeah yeah... don't say I never helped you.” he grumbled as he threw on a shirt. “How many more people are you tying?”
“Just Ioannes and Hunter.” I continued to pack up.
“You gotta show me those pictures when you get them. Hahaha!” Krystof laughed. We finished by taking pictures of him in his daily life and talked about video games. He lent me a hard drive that had a emulator on it for the Super Nintendo. With my series more than half way done, I felt kind of sad... Would I have a chance to tie anyone else up after this? Or have I used up all my luck for this chance?
4 -Krystof-
TWO IN ONE NIGHT
Krystof was one of my favorites. He was a good friend in college that I met through being in the same dorm as him. We ended up bonding really well over video games and music. He was pretty gorgeous though, Krystof was 5'8, maybe 160 lbs of all muscles, short sandy blonde hair styled naturally (can you tell I went to really white school?) gorgeously defined sixpack, greenish brown eyes.
I get a text from him a few days after Ioannes and I talked about our project. It read: “Heard about your project, you need people to tie up?”
I texted back, “Yeap, it's for my gay class lol literally.” trying to play it as cool as possible.
“Haha. That's weird. I don't know if I would be comfortable doing it.” my heart sunk, I really was excited by the prospect of tying him up.
“Meet me for lunch? I'll explain it and then you can decide then, right?” I texted back.
“K, fine, wanna go to the Lounge?” he asked me. I agreed and we set a time.
Later that night, I finally met him, we exchanged our pleasantries and shot the breeze for a bit. He had this pretty smile that made his eyes crinkle and revealed his teeth.
“So tell me about this project of yours.” Krystof finally addressed the elephant in the room when we ordered our food.
“Well...” I began to explain the whole reasoning behind it, it took long enough so that our food came when I was finishing up. He laughed.
“Don't you think you're being extreme?” he actually sounded pretty accusatory. “Wouldn't it be the same if we just took pictures of me in bed with some chick with a condom in my mouth?” I was slightly offended, he really didn't understand the purpose (and the motive) of my project.
“Being transgressive is all about pushing the boundaries, my friend.” I began to eat my philly cheese steak. “You don't have to do it. I guess Ioannes thought wrong of you. I won't judge you for shying away it is an odd request.” I tried to be as casual as possible; inside I was going through everything I knew about him that I would be able to convince him with. “This IS what my project is about though. Why don't you want to do it? Is it because it is weird? Because it is unnatural? Why do you feel that way? Just because you like to tie up or be tied does not change who you are. It's just an aspect of our lives that we are forced to hide because society deems it as wrong and taboo. That is what my project is about.”
“Still weird... I don't know” he huffed. Time to play the guilt card.
“I just wanted to ask, as a friend, to help a friend. Just remember who cleaned up after you for a year and made your halloween costume two years ago.” He looked at me with a kind of hurt expression.
“Now you're just making me feel bad.” Bingo. Krystof began to eat a bit.
“I'm not saying you should do it. But it would help me a lot.” I refused to look up at his face, I suddenly found the ketchup bottle the most interesting thing on the table.
“.... would my face be shown?” he asked after a long silence.
“I could make it so it is not if that would make you happy.” I finally look up, he gives me a small smirk.
“You're a manipulative jerk wad. ” Krystof continued eating. “I hope you know that.”
“And you're the best friend ever!” I clapped my hands and smiled.
“Shut up!” he threw an ice cube at me.
Thursday finally came, we agreed to do it at his house that he was renting with 6 friends. We chose Thursday because all of his housemates were out for various reasons. Krystof led me to his room on the second floor, it was spacious with a bed, an exercise bike, weights, a swivel chair, a folding chair, and a desk. I had my bag of stuff with me and I set it down on the desk.
“Hey, I'll make it as fast as I can, I thank you very much for helping me out dude. Seriously, I will burn the pictures when I'm done.” I started unpacking.
“Whatever, let's get this over with!” he put his hands on his hips. “What should I be wearing?”
Without looking up from untangling the ropes, I responded, “Everyone else has been tied up in their boxers.”
Krystof groaned “Seriously? Fine...” he stripped off his white shirt and blue basketball shorts revealing his beautiful six pack and dark blue boxers with stars. He crossed his arms, making his chest bulge. “Now what?”
“Just turn around and we can begin.” I did my best to contain my excitement. Like everyone else, I started off with tying his wrists criss-crossed. “Let me know if it hurts. We are going to do four positions.”
“It's gonna hurt?!” he asked in surprise. I sighed.
“No, let me know if it DOES, it's not supposed to hurt.” I pushed him gently onto the bed, it creaked beneath his weight. “I think.”
“Not funny dude.” he glared as I tied his thighs. “Not so close to the dick, that's just weird.”
“I'm already next to you.” I cinched off his thighs a little tighter than normally and then moved to his chest. Roping his pecs was my favorite part, I looped it the pecs first before going over his nipples with the ropes and cinching it beneath each arm. “Now my favorite part, the gag.” I walked to the desk and grabbed some tape.
“Yo man. No.” he began to struggle against his bonds. I tied more on him that I did on anyone else. His muscles looked wonderful tensed up against the ropes, as I sat behind him and applied tape around his mouth and head. “MMMPH! Mmmph mmhknng smmmph!” he protested.
“Dude, just relax. Remember, you agreed to this, more you struggle slower it will go.” I start snapping pictures. He sighs and poses for me. “I am going to move to the next tie okay? Relax, you might just enjoy yourself.” I untied his wrists, he did not fight back as I pulled them over his head and retied them to a web around his toes and soles. Krystof looked really good stretched out, his muscles were tight and his arms were constantly flexed. I snapped more pictures a little slower than I needed. I felt his anger subside, he began to mmph into the tape. He began to stir twisting his body he squirmed his way across the bed. “Are you okay?” He nodded and readjusted himself. “Just think of it this way, what would Link do?” Link was his hero, he was huge Zelda fan. Krystof laughed for the first time.
After a few more pictures. I let him go for a break. Krystof stretched his muscles a bit and laid down onto the bed.
“Okay, honestly? This isn't that bad.” he confessed.
“I really don't know what you expecting. Did you think I was going to bring some dominatrix in here and have her screw with you?” I responded slightly sarcastically.
“No... I don't know, I thought it was weird, man. Like, it wasn't supposed to be fun or anything.” Kystof replied kind of quietly.
“You do realize you are actually proving the point of my project, right?” I smirked, knowing that I was right. He hit me with his pillow.
“Shut up, let's get this over with. I didn't say I liked it. I just said it wasn't bad.” he stood up and adjusted his boxers. “What next?”
“Sit here.” I pushed the swivel chair to him, he got up from the bed and sat on the swivel chair, the leather creaked as he sat down. He placed his arms on the armrests, I held up my hands. “Perfect, keep your arms right there.” I wound the rope up both of his arms. He pulled against the ropes, making his chest really firm, but he could not pull out.
I grabbed his feet and tied them together before roping them to the bottom of the chair.
“Two more things, and then I'm done.” I put a layer of tape on his eyes as he protested.
“This is going to hurt a lot coming o- mmph.” I placed the ballgag between his teeth.
“Sorry about that. I need total concentration right now.” I joked. I quickly snapped some pictures, he moved side to side, trying to get loose. He continues to speak through the gag not knowing what was in his mouth. He started swiveling on the chair, or tried to but the tie around his foot prohibited him from such. I reviewed the pictures. “Last one. I promise.”
I untied him and led him out of the chair onto the bed. “Lay like an X, I'm going to tie you to the bed.”
He mmph'd at me and scowled but did it anyways. His bed had a steel frame a head and footrest and was the perfect size for him to stretch on. He threw out his hands, his arms perfectly reached the grey steel poles; I tied them to the poles. I moved down to his barefeet, as I was tying his ankle, the rope lazily touched his soles, he jerked a bit and mmph'd at me to be careful. I laughed and apologized. Once I finished, I looked down at him, he was perfectly taut, unable to move, see or speak. I snapped some pictures. He tried twisting side to side and up and down, but the bonds were too tight for him to have any mobility. He bucked and thrashed but he was unable to move, he eventually resigned and let me finish taking shots.
“All done!” I said, as I shut off the camera. “I'll let you go now, thanks again for letting me do this, even if you did fight me all the way.” I untied him from the bed, he rubbed his wrists and ankles trying to remove the creases left by the rope.
“Yeah yeah... don't say I never helped you.” he grumbled as he threw on a shirt. “How many more people are you tying?”
“Just Ioannes and Hunter.” I continued to pack up.
“You gotta show me those pictures when you get them. Hahaha!” Krystof laughed. We finished by taking pictures of him in his daily life and talked about video games. He lent me a hard drive that had a emulator on it for the Super Nintendo. With my series more than half way done, I felt kind of sad... Would I have a chance to tie anyone else up after this? Or have I used up all my luck for this chance?
by Chen Chen » Tue Jul 15, 2014 3:29 pm
Sorry for the break, I was just really busy with real life. But now it is time to finish this!
I also posted some pics (if you can call them that) from John's session. If people like them enough, I'll post Hunter and Ioannes too.
5. -Hunter-
Hunter is a friend whom I met with Ioannes and Krystof as we were all on the same floor. He is an awesome guy, loves making really bad puns, a bit of a beta/follower, but he has strong convictions.
Hunter is my age, short blonde hair, blue eyes, a nice body, he didn't have a lot of fat, but he lost muscle definition when he stopped working out. 5'8 ish and maybe 140 lbs.
Ioannes was the first one to tell Hunter about my T.A.C. so I decided it would be best that I would personally ask him and tell him about it myself. One day when I was just chilling in the lounge of my building, I got a text from Hunter.
It said, “Hey, Ioannes told me about your project. Can you tell me more about it?” My heart palpitated, truthfully, I had a little bit of a crush on Hunter. He was super sweet and really earnest in everything he did. He was honest and handsome, but sadly does not like guys. I responded with the entire spiel on the whole sexuality and kink was one aspect of our lives etc etc. His response will always make me laugh.
“Okay, I can do it, but everyone is going to see what a real man looks like.” he texted back.
“What do you mean?”
“Lol, I haven't worked out in months.” I don't know why, but I found this the funniest thing ever.
I didn't see him until Thursday where I met him in the commons square with nothing but my camera. We agreed to meet back in my rental home to take pictures as none of my room mates were going to be home. It was a very beautiful day, sunny, breezy, temperate. Hunter was sitting at a table with a group of girls I never met before. He was wearing a green shirt with dark jeans and white sneakers. I was wearing a black and white plaid button down with a Zelda shirt underneath; I had these awesome rainbow pants on. He always had some girls fawning over him (or hanging with him because they thought he was gay).
“Hey Hunter!” I bounded towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck in a tight hug, he rubbed my arms and looked up at me.
“Hey dude! This is Jess and Ashley, they are in my class and I just ran into them waiting for you!” he introduced me to these two pretty girls. We chatted for a bit about life and classes while I snapped pictures of him.
“What are you taking pictures for?” one of the girls asked, it was probably Jess, I have no idea.
“Oh, uh... for my Women Genders project.” I replied. “Hunter promised to help me with my project.”
“What do you have to do?” the other girl inquired. I opened my mouth to explain but Hunter quickly cupped his hand over my mouth.
“Chen just needs models for a collage he's doing.” Hunter responded, the girls nod. “We should probably get going, huh Chen.” he let go of my mouth, I nodded. We said our good byes to the girls and eventually it was just us two walking to my car. “Sorry about that, I thought it would be weird to explain to Jess and Ashley. Especially because I think Ashley likes me(she didn't. She shot him down a week later).... Or she thinks I'm gay(yup).” he pondered as we walked through the parking lot looking for my car.
“Hunter, everyone thinks you are. You should stop denying yourself.” I laughed putting my arm around his shoulders. He gave me a slight shove, his blue eyes disappear in the laughter.
“Yeah sure, I'm just going to start liking dicks.” he mused and slung his arm around my waist. It was then I noticed there was a white bandage around his wrist.
“What happened to your arm?” I asked, he drew it back and held it protectively.
“I may or may not have sliced it open on glass.” he unwrapped it; it was gross and bloody. “This won't ruin your plans will it?”
I examined the wound, it was low enough that I could still tie his wrists, but I would have to be really careful. If I tied it too loose, the ropes could easily slide onto it and hurt him.
“I don't want to force you into it, if it hurts, we can not do it and get a burger or something.” I felt very crestfallen, I was so excited but I really did not want to hurt Hunter. To my surprise, he shook his head.
“No! You were counting on me! I can still do it as long as you don't think it's gonna get in the way!” I wrapped my arms around him.
“I'll be super gentle. I promise, if it hurts, let me know!” I was overwhelmed by his scent, he wore this awesome cologne that made him all the more attractive. He rubbed my head as he was a good few inches taller than me.
“Hehe, let's do this then.” we got to my car and went to my house.
We chatted idly as we drove to my house, once we got there, I took him into the living room. There was a turquoise sofa and recliner that faced a flat screen TV; in the middle of the room was a glass coffee table. There was a big glass window that looked into the sun room and a window that overlooked an alley between this house and the other house so there was ample amount of sunlight.
Hunter plopped onto the sofa. “So how are we gonna do this, dude?” I pulled the bag of ropes out from behind the recliner. “What should I be wearing?”
I sorted out the ropes and played with the tape. “Whatever you want. As long as you are comfortable.” He stood up and took off his dark blue shirt leaving on his skinny dark jeans and black socks. He threw his shirt at me, the scent of his shirt covered me and I blushed underneath. “You jerk!” I threw his shirt onto the chair.
“I hope you don't mind my fat.” he smirked and flexed for me. I laughed and turned him around. I grabbed his arms and began to tie his wrists, being very careful of his wound.
“You're not fat you dumbass.” I cinched his wrists. “Too tight?” he shook his head. I grabbed his shoulders and sat him back down on the sofa. I began roping his arms to his chest, he grunted and adjusted to the ropes.
“Watch my nipples, they're... weirdly sensitive.” he whined as the ropes brushed along his chest. I smirked.
“Whoops, can't be avoided, lift your feet.” I brushed him off jokingly and sat down on the coffee table. I grabbed his feet and began roping his ankles. His toes wiggled in his socks, I tickled them a little bit. He shifted and shot me a dirty look. “Couldn't help it.” I shrugged and grabbed more rope. I quickly tied his thighs together so he was completely stuck. “How does it feel?” I asked him as I got up to get some tape and the ball gag.
“Mmmgh, it's tight, but it doesn't hurt.” he responded.
“Great, I'm going to gag you now.” I held out the ball gag; he looked at me a bit incredulously, but he opened up his mouth and I fit the gag in. I ripped the tape and pressed it over his lips. He mmmph'd into the gag. “Alright, I'm going to take pictures. You can move around, just make it seem natural... if you can.”
He kicked and struggled against the rope; Hunter tried to lay down on the sofa but he accidentally kicked the coffee table; he groaned in pain. I laughed at his pain and he looked up at me with his blue eyes looking so offended..
“Let me know if your wrist hurts.” I mentioned as a precaution. He shook his head and mumbled that he was okay. I sat down next to him after snapping a few more shots. “I'm going to change your position now, hope you're ready.” I untied his feet and thighs but left his hands tied. I took out his gag so he could relax his jaw.
“You're really good at knots, I wouldn't have guessed you were in the boyscouts since you like guys and all.” Hunter remarked, this time I looked at him speechless. “I... I didn't mean it like... yeah... Sorry.” He backpedaled. I shook my head, Hunter always accidentally said stupid things like this.
“Does your wrist hurt?” I asked him as I laid him down onto the sofa.
“I'm good, you're such a gentleman” he smiled.
“Shut up.” I smiled. I kneeled on the sofa behind. “Prop your legs on my legs.” I placed his right thigh on mine and tied his ankle and thighs together. “Alright, other leg.” I placed it on my leg and tied it up the same way.
“Oh Chen, you are such a nice dom. You are just so car- mmmph” I placed the the gag back in his mouth. “Mmmph hrmmph!” he complained.
“You are so weird.” I ripped off some tape and leaned over his body. I hand gagged him to really press down the tape over his mouth. He mmph'd into my hand and exhaled through his nose. I placed my hands on his shoulders and straddled his back. “Gonna do one more thing.” I rubbed his head, he snorted and thrusted his butt in the air trying to knock me off. I got off and got a piece of rope from my bag and tied his ankles together and then connected them to his wrists to put him into a hogtie. Once I tied him, I stepped back to inspect my work. Hunter pulled his feet and yanked at his arms, his body arched. He rolled onto his uninjured him exposing his bare chest. Hunter stretches his soles and squirmed on the sofa, Hunter rolled off the sofa and hit the ground with a grunt. He shook it off as I laughed at his misfortune. I snapped some pictures as he put on a show. His skin started to glisten a bit with sweat as he fought against his bounds. His tight jeans looked tighter as he strained against the ropes. Once I took pictures, I began to untie and ungag him; he adjusted his pants.
“I swear I don't have a boner these jeans are just bunching up.” he laughed uneasily.
“It's okay... It's not wrong to like bondage.” I pulled out a metal chair from the kitchen it had a backrest that separated from the seat, my favorite kind of chair. “Sit here.” He sat down on the folding chair. “As my project is, we are told to hide our kinks and fetishes because people think it's wrong.” I tied his wrists together and looped them to the back of the chair so his hands were hanging from the backrest of the chair. I roped ropes in an X around his chest outlining his pecks, grazing my fingers over his soft skin. “Yet there is nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. You know? We like what we like and as long as no one is hurt, we do nothing wrong. People think that we are wrong for liking things like this.” I explained as I tightened the ropes around his pecs.
“I feel comfortable enough with you to tell you that I am actually really liking this a lot.” This peaked my curiosity. I begin tying his legs as he continues to speak. “Being tied up feels good. I feel free.” he continued. “I feel good tied up, it's almost relaxing because I don't have to do anything but chill.” At this point I finished tying his socked feet to the front legs of the chair.
“Yeah, surprisingly a lot of people feel that way about bondage; that is why it feels good. Ready to be gagged?” he opened his mouth and let me put the ball gag in, I chose to tape over it again because his gagged speech was honestly very hot. I took some pictures trying to get the best angles, it dawned upon me how attractive Hunter was in bondage, I may have been very biased. He posed his best for me as he propped himself up in his chair. His legs looked great tight in his form fitting jeans; his feet tapped on the ground. I snapped a few more pictures of him tied up, he made silly faces through his gag, those pictures ended up being my favorite. I untied him and we took a small break for grilled cheese and fries, delicious college food. He remained shirtless while we ate and chatted a bit.
One of the reasons I wanted to go to my house was because I really wanted to tie someone to the coffee table. After we ate, I took him by the (uninjured wrist) and reapplied the gag. I laid him down onto the table. As soon as his back touched the cold glass, he shot back up and mmph'd loudly. I rolled my eyes,
“Stop being a baby, lay back down.” I teased him. I lashed his legs and arms to each leg of the table. This was definitely my favorite tie with him all stretched out, his body arching to avoid the cold glass; he was completely immobile. He mmph'd and complained a lot trying to adjust on the table. “Sorry, I'll make this fast, you seem uncomfortable” He nodded. I pushed on his stomach to relax him, I knew that he was just very tight from his back trying to avoid the glass. He eventually relented and laid on the tabletop, which warmed up with his body heat eventually. I untied him and decided to tie him to the coat rack which served as a good pole as some of the arms of the pole were detachable.
I tied his arms up and behind him to the pole so his chest and arms were exposed. I tied ropes around his shoulders and stomach the pole along with his thighs and feet (deviously wrapping my arms around his body). He mmph'd and shook his arms at me, I accidentally tied his wrist too tightly. Once I fixed it, he relaxed into the ropes. He struggled and moan to put on a show for me, but I could tell he was getting a bit tired especially after that last tie. I quickly snapped a few pictures.
“What would you do if I just left you here for Eric (my gross roommate that we all disliked)? I'm sure he would love that!” I began packing up. His blue eyes widened, he began to moan loudly through his gag. I laughed and went back to untie him. I stood in front of him to untie the ropes his warmth emanated off of his skin.
“If you did that to me, I would have killed you.” Hunter gave me a light jab. I stuck my tongue out at him, he smiled at me and put his arm around my shoulder. “Thanks for letting me do this, I never thought that it would be something I thought was interesting. Now if I can only get a girl to tie me up.” I pushed him back.
“God, I corrupted you.” I joked with him.
We talked a bit and then I just took him home. We are still good friends now but we don't really talk about that day. I think the stigma of liking bondage is still something that he still is scared of. But that was definitely one of my favorite experiences along with the finale: tying up Ioannes.
Sorry for the break, I was just really busy with real life. But now it is time to finish this!
I also posted some pics (if you can call them that) from John's session. If people like them enough, I'll post Hunter and Ioannes too.
5. -Hunter-
Hunter is a friend whom I met with Ioannes and Krystof as we were all on the same floor. He is an awesome guy, loves making really bad puns, a bit of a beta/follower, but he has strong convictions.
Hunter is my age, short blonde hair, blue eyes, a nice body, he didn't have a lot of fat, but he lost muscle definition when he stopped working out. 5'8 ish and maybe 140 lbs.
Ioannes was the first one to tell Hunter about my T.A.C. so I decided it would be best that I would personally ask him and tell him about it myself. One day when I was just chilling in the lounge of my building, I got a text from Hunter.
It said, “Hey, Ioannes told me about your project. Can you tell me more about it?” My heart palpitated, truthfully, I had a little bit of a crush on Hunter. He was super sweet and really earnest in everything he did. He was honest and handsome, but sadly does not like guys. I responded with the entire spiel on the whole sexuality and kink was one aspect of our lives etc etc. His response will always make me laugh.
“Okay, I can do it, but everyone is going to see what a real man looks like.” he texted back.
“What do you mean?”
“Lol, I haven't worked out in months.” I don't know why, but I found this the funniest thing ever.
I didn't see him until Thursday where I met him in the commons square with nothing but my camera. We agreed to meet back in my rental home to take pictures as none of my room mates were going to be home. It was a very beautiful day, sunny, breezy, temperate. Hunter was sitting at a table with a group of girls I never met before. He was wearing a green shirt with dark jeans and white sneakers. I was wearing a black and white plaid button down with a Zelda shirt underneath; I had these awesome rainbow pants on. He always had some girls fawning over him (or hanging with him because they thought he was gay).
“Hey Hunter!” I bounded towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck in a tight hug, he rubbed my arms and looked up at me.
“Hey dude! This is Jess and Ashley, they are in my class and I just ran into them waiting for you!” he introduced me to these two pretty girls. We chatted for a bit about life and classes while I snapped pictures of him.
“What are you taking pictures for?” one of the girls asked, it was probably Jess, I have no idea.
“Oh, uh... for my Women Genders project.” I replied. “Hunter promised to help me with my project.”
“What do you have to do?” the other girl inquired. I opened my mouth to explain but Hunter quickly cupped his hand over my mouth.
“Chen just needs models for a collage he's doing.” Hunter responded, the girls nod. “We should probably get going, huh Chen.” he let go of my mouth, I nodded. We said our good byes to the girls and eventually it was just us two walking to my car. “Sorry about that, I thought it would be weird to explain to Jess and Ashley. Especially because I think Ashley likes me(she didn't. She shot him down a week later).... Or she thinks I'm gay(yup).” he pondered as we walked through the parking lot looking for my car.
“Hunter, everyone thinks you are. You should stop denying yourself.” I laughed putting my arm around his shoulders. He gave me a slight shove, his blue eyes disappear in the laughter.
“Yeah sure, I'm just going to start liking dicks.” he mused and slung his arm around my waist. It was then I noticed there was a white bandage around his wrist.
“What happened to your arm?” I asked, he drew it back and held it protectively.
“I may or may not have sliced it open on glass.” he unwrapped it; it was gross and bloody. “This won't ruin your plans will it?”
I examined the wound, it was low enough that I could still tie his wrists, but I would have to be really careful. If I tied it too loose, the ropes could easily slide onto it and hurt him.
“I don't want to force you into it, if it hurts, we can not do it and get a burger or something.” I felt very crestfallen, I was so excited but I really did not want to hurt Hunter. To my surprise, he shook his head.
“No! You were counting on me! I can still do it as long as you don't think it's gonna get in the way!” I wrapped my arms around him.
“I'll be super gentle. I promise, if it hurts, let me know!” I was overwhelmed by his scent, he wore this awesome cologne that made him all the more attractive. He rubbed my head as he was a good few inches taller than me.
“Hehe, let's do this then.” we got to my car and went to my house.
We chatted idly as we drove to my house, once we got there, I took him into the living room. There was a turquoise sofa and recliner that faced a flat screen TV; in the middle of the room was a glass coffee table. There was a big glass window that looked into the sun room and a window that overlooked an alley between this house and the other house so there was ample amount of sunlight.
Hunter plopped onto the sofa. “So how are we gonna do this, dude?” I pulled the bag of ropes out from behind the recliner. “What should I be wearing?”
I sorted out the ropes and played with the tape. “Whatever you want. As long as you are comfortable.” He stood up and took off his dark blue shirt leaving on his skinny dark jeans and black socks. He threw his shirt at me, the scent of his shirt covered me and I blushed underneath. “You jerk!” I threw his shirt onto the chair.
“I hope you don't mind my fat.” he smirked and flexed for me. I laughed and turned him around. I grabbed his arms and began to tie his wrists, being very careful of his wound.
“You're not fat you dumbass.” I cinched his wrists. “Too tight?” he shook his head. I grabbed his shoulders and sat him back down on the sofa. I began roping his arms to his chest, he grunted and adjusted to the ropes.
“Watch my nipples, they're... weirdly sensitive.” he whined as the ropes brushed along his chest. I smirked.
“Whoops, can't be avoided, lift your feet.” I brushed him off jokingly and sat down on the coffee table. I grabbed his feet and began roping his ankles. His toes wiggled in his socks, I tickled them a little bit. He shifted and shot me a dirty look. “Couldn't help it.” I shrugged and grabbed more rope. I quickly tied his thighs together so he was completely stuck. “How does it feel?” I asked him as I got up to get some tape and the ball gag.
“Mmmgh, it's tight, but it doesn't hurt.” he responded.
“Great, I'm going to gag you now.” I held out the ball gag; he looked at me a bit incredulously, but he opened up his mouth and I fit the gag in. I ripped the tape and pressed it over his lips. He mmmph'd into the gag. “Alright, I'm going to take pictures. You can move around, just make it seem natural... if you can.”
He kicked and struggled against the rope; Hunter tried to lay down on the sofa but he accidentally kicked the coffee table; he groaned in pain. I laughed at his pain and he looked up at me with his blue eyes looking so offended..
“Let me know if your wrist hurts.” I mentioned as a precaution. He shook his head and mumbled that he was okay. I sat down next to him after snapping a few more shots. “I'm going to change your position now, hope you're ready.” I untied his feet and thighs but left his hands tied. I took out his gag so he could relax his jaw.
“You're really good at knots, I wouldn't have guessed you were in the boyscouts since you like guys and all.” Hunter remarked, this time I looked at him speechless. “I... I didn't mean it like... yeah... Sorry.” He backpedaled. I shook my head, Hunter always accidentally said stupid things like this.
“Does your wrist hurt?” I asked him as I laid him down onto the sofa.
“I'm good, you're such a gentleman” he smiled.
“Shut up.” I smiled. I kneeled on the sofa behind. “Prop your legs on my legs.” I placed his right thigh on mine and tied his ankle and thighs together. “Alright, other leg.” I placed it on my leg and tied it up the same way.
“Oh Chen, you are such a nice dom. You are just so car- mmmph” I placed the the gag back in his mouth. “Mmmph hrmmph!” he complained.
“You are so weird.” I ripped off some tape and leaned over his body. I hand gagged him to really press down the tape over his mouth. He mmph'd into my hand and exhaled through his nose. I placed my hands on his shoulders and straddled his back. “Gonna do one more thing.” I rubbed his head, he snorted and thrusted his butt in the air trying to knock me off. I got off and got a piece of rope from my bag and tied his ankles together and then connected them to his wrists to put him into a hogtie. Once I tied him, I stepped back to inspect my work. Hunter pulled his feet and yanked at his arms, his body arched. He rolled onto his uninjured him exposing his bare chest. Hunter stretches his soles and squirmed on the sofa, Hunter rolled off the sofa and hit the ground with a grunt. He shook it off as I laughed at his misfortune. I snapped some pictures as he put on a show. His skin started to glisten a bit with sweat as he fought against his bounds. His tight jeans looked tighter as he strained against the ropes. Once I took pictures, I began to untie and ungag him; he adjusted his pants.
“I swear I don't have a boner these jeans are just bunching up.” he laughed uneasily.
“It's okay... It's not wrong to like bondage.” I pulled out a metal chair from the kitchen it had a backrest that separated from the seat, my favorite kind of chair. “Sit here.” He sat down on the folding chair. “As my project is, we are told to hide our kinks and fetishes because people think it's wrong.” I tied his wrists together and looped them to the back of the chair so his hands were hanging from the backrest of the chair. I roped ropes in an X around his chest outlining his pecks, grazing my fingers over his soft skin. “Yet there is nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. You know? We like what we like and as long as no one is hurt, we do nothing wrong. People think that we are wrong for liking things like this.” I explained as I tightened the ropes around his pecs.
“I feel comfortable enough with you to tell you that I am actually really liking this a lot.” This peaked my curiosity. I begin tying his legs as he continues to speak. “Being tied up feels good. I feel free.” he continued. “I feel good tied up, it's almost relaxing because I don't have to do anything but chill.” At this point I finished tying his socked feet to the front legs of the chair.
“Yeah, surprisingly a lot of people feel that way about bondage; that is why it feels good. Ready to be gagged?” he opened his mouth and let me put the ball gag in, I chose to tape over it again because his gagged speech was honestly very hot. I took some pictures trying to get the best angles, it dawned upon me how attractive Hunter was in bondage, I may have been very biased. He posed his best for me as he propped himself up in his chair. His legs looked great tight in his form fitting jeans; his feet tapped on the ground. I snapped a few more pictures of him tied up, he made silly faces through his gag, those pictures ended up being my favorite. I untied him and we took a small break for grilled cheese and fries, delicious college food. He remained shirtless while we ate and chatted a bit.
One of the reasons I wanted to go to my house was because I really wanted to tie someone to the coffee table. After we ate, I took him by the (uninjured wrist) and reapplied the gag. I laid him down onto the table. As soon as his back touched the cold glass, he shot back up and mmph'd loudly. I rolled my eyes,
“Stop being a baby, lay back down.” I teased him. I lashed his legs and arms to each leg of the table. This was definitely my favorite tie with him all stretched out, his body arching to avoid the cold glass; he was completely immobile. He mmph'd and complained a lot trying to adjust on the table. “Sorry, I'll make this fast, you seem uncomfortable” He nodded. I pushed on his stomach to relax him, I knew that he was just very tight from his back trying to avoid the glass. He eventually relented and laid on the tabletop, which warmed up with his body heat eventually. I untied him and decided to tie him to the coat rack which served as a good pole as some of the arms of the pole were detachable.
I tied his arms up and behind him to the pole so his chest and arms were exposed. I tied ropes around his shoulders and stomach the pole along with his thighs and feet (deviously wrapping my arms around his body). He mmph'd and shook his arms at me, I accidentally tied his wrist too tightly. Once I fixed it, he relaxed into the ropes. He struggled and moan to put on a show for me, but I could tell he was getting a bit tired especially after that last tie. I quickly snapped a few pictures.
“What would you do if I just left you here for Eric (my gross roommate that we all disliked)? I'm sure he would love that!” I began packing up. His blue eyes widened, he began to moan loudly through his gag. I laughed and went back to untie him. I stood in front of him to untie the ropes his warmth emanated off of his skin.
“If you did that to me, I would have killed you.” Hunter gave me a light jab. I stuck my tongue out at him, he smiled at me and put his arm around my shoulder. “Thanks for letting me do this, I never thought that it would be something I thought was interesting. Now if I can only get a girl to tie me up.” I pushed him back.
“God, I corrupted you.” I joked with him.
We talked a bit and then I just took him home. We are still good friends now but we don't really talk about that day. I think the stigma of liking bondage is still something that he still is scared of. But that was definitely one of my favorite experiences along with the finale: tying up Ioannes.
by Chen Chen » Wed Jul 23, 2014 5:09 pm
-6. Ioannes-
So finally came the last day with Ioannes; this was the moment I have been waiting for for a long time.
Ioannes is my age and, if you could not tell from his name, super Greek. He had beautiful olive skin, dark brown hair, wonderful jaw line with a bit of scruff and wonderful chocolate brown eyes. He had very broad shoulders and very large chest and arm muscles but his waist was pretty thin.
Joannes is a nice guy, but he can be shallow and rather moronic. But his heart is generally somewhere in the right place. You just have to dig really really deep for it. I do not feel bad for saying this because I had the (mis)fortune of rooming with him sophomore year of college and he was a bit of a mess to room with. But all in all, he is a very good friend and almost like a brother to me. We've been together as friends for a long time so I'm a little more coarse to him than everyone else in the story.
Joannes at this time is 21, fuzzy short hair, I can't remember what he was wearing, but I can remember his boxer color was a dark navy with a few designs on it.
We agreed on Saturday because it was a day where we could actually hang out before we did my project as we haven't hung out in a while because I was dealing with a lot of school and personal stuff.
So Saturday came and we decided to spend most of the day together just relaxing playing video games ordering food to our dorms; just normal guy college stuff. His room was small it just had a bed, a desk, a closet and a TV. I won't bore you with those details so I will move to the late afternoon where we did TUGs stuff.
“I guess we should finally take pictures, huh dude.” He put down the gamecube controller (we were a big fan of super smash bros). I fiddled with the joystick.
“I mean, I guess if you're tired of losing all the time, sure.” we had a bitter rivalry, but I was generally better than he was. He gave me his signature dorky smile and laid down on his bed. Ioannes used a sleeping bag as a comforter which I thought was both odd and really quite genius; it made rustling sounds that I came accustomed to living with him.
“Whatever man. Lez do this.” he stretched out onto his sleeping bag. “How do we start?”
“Strip down to your boxers and we'll begin.” I opened up my bag and emptied out the ropes and tape. He took off his clothes and threw them in his closet which was full of laundry and nice clothes. I took a good look at him, I have seen him shirtless many times, I've even seen him naked (caught him masturbating) yet this was the most attractive I have ever seen him. His chest had a fine layer of hair, he had muscles, and his body was just so well built.
“We definitely came full circle here from Mrs. P's class.” He laughed, referencing the dominatrix joke from the prologue chapter.
“Hah, you wouldn't be ready for me to dominate you. Trust me, it's more than just tying you up.” I responded while feeding the rope through my hands. “Anyways, turn around and let's get started” as soon as he turned around, I bent him over the bed so he was kneeling and began to tie his wrists and upper body. I then moved down to his large feet and roped his ankles together. I finished the tie off by tying his thighs together, my hand passed by his crotch.
“Dude! Careful! You're gonna touch the family jewels.” he strained to face me. I shrugged.
“Yeah, like I haven't done that before.” I picked up the ballgag from the mess of ropes next to us. “Open.” I commanded; Ioannes complied as I slipped the red ball into his mouth. As his mouth was literally and figuratively bigger than everyone else's, the gag was not quite as effective and he talked like he just had a big lollipop in his mouth. I smacked his bottom and hoisted him onto the bed; he rolled onto his back with a grunt. I grabbed the camera and started to take pictures of him. Ioannes laid still, I looked at him, “You can move you know.” He looked at the camera with a glazed over expression. He began to twist and squirm into his ropes as I continued to take pictures.
I Mstopped taking pictures and put down the camera to retie him. I sat on the chair (the exact same one Reynold had) and smiled at him.
“Comfortable?” I asked. He laughed through his gag and shrugged. Ioannes struggled while I enjoyed the sight. “I'm gonna retie you, okay?” I told him as I got up from the chair after enjoying my view. At this point, Ioannes was sitting up with his feet dangling over the bed, so I ran my hand up his legs and onto his chest stopping to squeeze his nipple. I knew he had a nipple fetish and that he loved having his played with, we would jokingly do it to each other all the time as room mates. He emit a low groan and fell back into his bed, his head hitting the wall behind him. “Are you okay?... Did you like that?” I questioned, Ioannes shook his head but then slowly nodded. I rolled my eyes.
I untied his upper body and retied his shoulders tightly behind him before tying another rope around his ankles and looped them through his wrists. I pulled them tightly until he moaned a bit. I then knotted it to put him into a tight hogtie. I decided to add tape over his mouth to make the gag stronger; he mumbled at me saying something about how beard hair was going to hurt taking off. In the end, he looked great with his big feet in the air and his mouth taped up.
“You know Ioanny, I have wanted to gag you for the longest time since that time you were high and I taped you up (a story for another day).” I rubbed his head. “It's just a good look for you and the only way to shut you up.” I squeezed his cheeks, he shifted his head out of my hands and mmmph'd angrily. He kicked and slithered around on his bed; it was really a hot sight. I grabbed my camera and started to take pictures. “Hey, mind if I move you off the bed, Ioanny?” he shook his head. I put down the camera and wrapped my arms around his broad chest. His skin was so soft but you could feel the hard muscles beneath. He was pretty heavy so I actually ended up dropping him on the floor with a heavy thump.
“Mmmrph!” he grunted as he hit the ground. I started laughing but I did feel bad.
“Sorry friend. You're heavier than you look.” I resumed taking pictures of him struggling. “Try to escape!” I told him, I purposely placed the ropes out of reach, but I wanted to see him genuinely struggle. He bucked and twisted his body trying to find the ropes he could not see. He tried to grab at his ankles but his body was unable to bend that far. Ioannes pulled at the ropes, yanking his feet up with his wrists. He rolled across the ground and grunted; it was really a sight to behold. Eventually his chest and arms turned red from rubbing against the coarse dark blue/green carpet. “Thanks, I'm gonna untie you now.”
Once he was lose, he got a glass of water for us. Ioannes sat in his chair looking at the pictures that I just took.
“Damn bro, I'm hot!” he gleamed. I jabbed him in the head.
“Get over yourself.” I refused to agree with him out loud. “Ready? I have a few ideas. Can we empty your dress and put you inside?” Ioannes smiled at me.
“Dude, that'll be fun.” we worked together to empty his closet tactfully, but most of his things ended up on the ground.
I grabbed his wrist and tied it to the bar that was meant to hold clothes. I knotted it as tight as I could without hurting him but also so his wrist would not slide on the pole. I then repeated the process the the other wrist. I tied his ankles and legs the same was as before before gagging him with the ball and tape.
“Don't freak out” I warned, I tore two more pieces of tape and placed them over his eyes. Ioannes took it surprisingly well. “Haha, NOW you look hot.” I admired my handiwork; Ioannes swung side to side, his feet planted outside of the dresser. I snapped a few pictures, he flexed his nice arms and posed for me. I took this opportunity and teased his nipples a little bit, giving them a flick and a pinch here and there. His groans and moans were so hot, he would collapse under the sensation while being held up by nothing but his wrists. “Can I put you into the closet?” I asked him, he laughed through his gag and jumped into the closet, he had to shift his legs to the side to close the door, but we managed to make it work. I deviously took some rope and tied the wooden handles shut; it took him a few minutes to realize he was trapped. I sat on the chair and could see Ioannes' dawning realization that the door wasn't opening. He mmph'd softly at first before escalating to a dull roar, he did his best to kick open the door with what little leverage he had. The closet actually started to rock a bit which was when I decided to let him out. After I untied him, he gave me a playfully angry look.
“That was not funny dude.” He crossed his arms like a child.
“Really? I thought it was. Moving on!” I ushered him into the chair I was sitting on. I tied his wrists behind him before tying his feet to the back legs of the chair. I then added more ropes to his upper thighs and chests. As I tied his chests, I wrapped my arms around his body, he leaned his head onto mine and chuckled. I had to admit, I blushed pretty hard. I decided this time just to use the ballgag, mainly because I couldn't find the tape. He struggled sincerely, rocking the chair back and forth. His toes were wiggling, his feet were dangling in the air. I got a few pictures of this tie before I felt very daring (this series is definitely one of my favorites because it complimented his body so well.) I untied him and let him stretch out for a second.
“Hey Ioannes, I'm going to do something interesting.... it will be a first time for both of us.” I took out a long piece of rope and draped it over his shoulders. I began to tie knots in front of him and down the long piece of rope. Once I got to his crotch, I looked up at him, “Do you mind?” I asked. He shook his head, I pressed the ropes against his crotch to measure the lengths before making a few more knots. I then went behind him and began looping the rope through the holes that the knots made and eventually put him into an effective body harness. Ioannes looked down at his body, he mumbled (still gagged) and actually began to play with himself a little bit. He adjust the rope around his crotch which began to develop a little bulge. I pulled his arms above his head and tied them to the body harness behind him and then I tied his shins to his thighs so he was in a pleasing kneeling position. He flexed and buckled against the rope. He moaned in pleasure as the ropes held him steady, knots digging into sensitive areas. Ioannes began to enjoy himself a lot as I started to take pictures of his ecstasy. He smiled into the ballgag and pulled his arms, tightening the ropes against his body. I ungagged him,
“What is this? This is pretty awesome looking, I should have known you would be good at these crazy bondage things.” he immediately bombarded me with sentences.
“Hahaha, it's called a body harness or a rope cage. I've always wanted to try it on someone.” I told him, I noticed that his member slipped from beneath the ropes. “Your dick is supposed to go between the ropes, do you want to fix it?” I asked him, he just kneeled higher.
“Dude, you can do it, at this point I think we're comfortable enough.” I gingerly grabbed his package and moved it between the ropes, Ioannes sighed with relief. “That actually feels a lot better.” he smiled. “Can I keep this one for now, dude?” he asked. I nodded.
“Sure, let's do one more. Sit down.” Ioannes plopped on the ground, I began to tie his feet together with his ankles crossed and his arms to his shins so he was stuck in a ball. I re administered the tape and started to take pictures again. He rolled on the ground and rubbed the crotch ropes against the carpet, clearly enjoying his predicament. Ioannes eventually did struggle enough for the ropes to fall off his hands so I untied him, but when I went to untie the cage, he actually stopped my hands.
“What's up?” I asked. He shook his head,
“Mind if I just leave it on for now?” he asked. I nodded.
“Uhm... sure?” I was surprised at how much he really enjoyed the rope work. He threw his clothes over it and we went out to the dining hall. No one could see what he had beneath his clothes and that was really hot.
That night, we talked. He said he wanted to continue to do bondage because it was the most fun he has had in a long time. I told him I could teach him and tie him up again, I was pretty excited especially because we came from the same town. I thought I had finally found a TUG buddy. But sadly, it was too good to be true as when I brought it up off handedly, he said that he couldn't do it because it would be weird. He probably told his girlfriend (who never liked me and they only got together because neither of them were dating at the time, I shit you not.) who probably told him it was stupid idea, he was whipped like that. So sadly, that clipped that possible tree.
Epilogue
So when I presented this T.A.C. to my class, I was met with an interesting response. When I first began my slide show, people were generally uninterested because I did not explain what my project meant, so it looked like I was just showing a slide show of just normal people. But once the bondage pictures appeared, there were two reactions, people turning red and turning to their friends whispering about what they just saw or fascination. Ioannes and David looked at each other, having never seen each other's bondage pictures, they grinned.
My teacher? Well, his response at the end was, “I definitely see my students in a different light now.” he looked at Ioannes and David. He agreed with my theme and thought I had one of the more original and thoughtful collages. I was proud to be honest, this was my masterpiece in more ways than one.
While the T.A.C. was certainly a great experience and definitely will remain one of my fondest memories, I never got a chance to tie anyone else up from this group again. It really changed my viewpoints on myself and my passion for bondage. I got courage and from this, I actually had the balls to ask a few more people to let me tie them up. But those are stories for another day.
With this... I am done. Thank you to those who have read everything. I will try to write shorter stories next time
-6. Ioannes-
So finally came the last day with Ioannes; this was the moment I have been waiting for for a long time.
Ioannes is my age and, if you could not tell from his name, super Greek. He had beautiful olive skin, dark brown hair, wonderful jaw line with a bit of scruff and wonderful chocolate brown eyes. He had very broad shoulders and very large chest and arm muscles but his waist was pretty thin.
Joannes is a nice guy, but he can be shallow and rather moronic. But his heart is generally somewhere in the right place. You just have to dig really really deep for it. I do not feel bad for saying this because I had the (mis)fortune of rooming with him sophomore year of college and he was a bit of a mess to room with. But all in all, he is a very good friend and almost like a brother to me. We've been together as friends for a long time so I'm a little more coarse to him than everyone else in the story.
Joannes at this time is 21, fuzzy short hair, I can't remember what he was wearing, but I can remember his boxer color was a dark navy with a few designs on it.
We agreed on Saturday because it was a day where we could actually hang out before we did my project as we haven't hung out in a while because I was dealing with a lot of school and personal stuff.
So Saturday came and we decided to spend most of the day together just relaxing playing video games ordering food to our dorms; just normal guy college stuff. His room was small it just had a bed, a desk, a closet and a TV. I won't bore you with those details so I will move to the late afternoon where we did TUGs stuff.
“I guess we should finally take pictures, huh dude.” He put down the gamecube controller (we were a big fan of super smash bros). I fiddled with the joystick.
“I mean, I guess if you're tired of losing all the time, sure.” we had a bitter rivalry, but I was generally better than he was. He gave me his signature dorky smile and laid down on his bed. Ioannes used a sleeping bag as a comforter which I thought was both odd and really quite genius; it made rustling sounds that I came accustomed to living with him.
“Whatever man. Lez do this.” he stretched out onto his sleeping bag. “How do we start?”
“Strip down to your boxers and we'll begin.” I opened up my bag and emptied out the ropes and tape. He took off his clothes and threw them in his closet which was full of laundry and nice clothes. I took a good look at him, I have seen him shirtless many times, I've even seen him naked (caught him masturbating) yet this was the most attractive I have ever seen him. His chest had a fine layer of hair, he had muscles, and his body was just so well built.
“We definitely came full circle here from Mrs. P's class.” He laughed, referencing the dominatrix joke from the prologue chapter.
“Hah, you wouldn't be ready for me to dominate you. Trust me, it's more than just tying you up.” I responded while feeding the rope through my hands. “Anyways, turn around and let's get started” as soon as he turned around, I bent him over the bed so he was kneeling and began to tie his wrists and upper body. I then moved down to his large feet and roped his ankles together. I finished the tie off by tying his thighs together, my hand passed by his crotch.
“Dude! Careful! You're gonna touch the family jewels.” he strained to face me. I shrugged.
“Yeah, like I haven't done that before.” I picked up the ballgag from the mess of ropes next to us. “Open.” I commanded; Ioannes complied as I slipped the red ball into his mouth. As his mouth was literally and figuratively bigger than everyone else's, the gag was not quite as effective and he talked like he just had a big lollipop in his mouth. I smacked his bottom and hoisted him onto the bed; he rolled onto his back with a grunt. I grabbed the camera and started to take pictures of him. Ioannes laid still, I looked at him, “You can move you know.” He looked at the camera with a glazed over expression. He began to twist and squirm into his ropes as I continued to take pictures.
I Mstopped taking pictures and put down the camera to retie him. I sat on the chair (the exact same one Reynold had) and smiled at him.
“Comfortable?” I asked. He laughed through his gag and shrugged. Ioannes struggled while I enjoyed the sight. “I'm gonna retie you, okay?” I told him as I got up from the chair after enjoying my view. At this point, Ioannes was sitting up with his feet dangling over the bed, so I ran my hand up his legs and onto his chest stopping to squeeze his nipple. I knew he had a nipple fetish and that he loved having his played with, we would jokingly do it to each other all the time as room mates. He emit a low groan and fell back into his bed, his head hitting the wall behind him. “Are you okay?... Did you like that?” I questioned, Ioannes shook his head but then slowly nodded. I rolled my eyes.
I untied his upper body and retied his shoulders tightly behind him before tying another rope around his ankles and looped them through his wrists. I pulled them tightly until he moaned a bit. I then knotted it to put him into a tight hogtie. I decided to add tape over his mouth to make the gag stronger; he mumbled at me saying something about how beard hair was going to hurt taking off. In the end, he looked great with his big feet in the air and his mouth taped up.
“You know Ioanny, I have wanted to gag you for the longest time since that time you were high and I taped you up (a story for another day).” I rubbed his head. “It's just a good look for you and the only way to shut you up.” I squeezed his cheeks, he shifted his head out of my hands and mmmph'd angrily. He kicked and slithered around on his bed; it was really a hot sight. I grabbed my camera and started to take pictures. “Hey, mind if I move you off the bed, Ioanny?” he shook his head. I put down the camera and wrapped my arms around his broad chest. His skin was so soft but you could feel the hard muscles beneath. He was pretty heavy so I actually ended up dropping him on the floor with a heavy thump.
“Mmmrph!” he grunted as he hit the ground. I started laughing but I did feel bad.
“Sorry friend. You're heavier than you look.” I resumed taking pictures of him struggling. “Try to escape!” I told him, I purposely placed the ropes out of reach, but I wanted to see him genuinely struggle. He bucked and twisted his body trying to find the ropes he could not see. He tried to grab at his ankles but his body was unable to bend that far. Ioannes pulled at the ropes, yanking his feet up with his wrists. He rolled across the ground and grunted; it was really a sight to behold. Eventually his chest and arms turned red from rubbing against the coarse dark blue/green carpet. “Thanks, I'm gonna untie you now.”
Once he was lose, he got a glass of water for us. Ioannes sat in his chair looking at the pictures that I just took.
“Damn bro, I'm hot!” he gleamed. I jabbed him in the head.
“Get over yourself.” I refused to agree with him out loud. “Ready? I have a few ideas. Can we empty your dress and put you inside?” Ioannes smiled at me.
“Dude, that'll be fun.” we worked together to empty his closet tactfully, but most of his things ended up on the ground.
I grabbed his wrist and tied it to the bar that was meant to hold clothes. I knotted it as tight as I could without hurting him but also so his wrist would not slide on the pole. I then repeated the process the the other wrist. I tied his ankles and legs the same was as before before gagging him with the ball and tape.
“Don't freak out” I warned, I tore two more pieces of tape and placed them over his eyes. Ioannes took it surprisingly well. “Haha, NOW you look hot.” I admired my handiwork; Ioannes swung side to side, his feet planted outside of the dresser. I snapped a few pictures, he flexed his nice arms and posed for me. I took this opportunity and teased his nipples a little bit, giving them a flick and a pinch here and there. His groans and moans were so hot, he would collapse under the sensation while being held up by nothing but his wrists. “Can I put you into the closet?” I asked him, he laughed through his gag and jumped into the closet, he had to shift his legs to the side to close the door, but we managed to make it work. I deviously took some rope and tied the wooden handles shut; it took him a few minutes to realize he was trapped. I sat on the chair and could see Ioannes' dawning realization that the door wasn't opening. He mmph'd softly at first before escalating to a dull roar, he did his best to kick open the door with what little leverage he had. The closet actually started to rock a bit which was when I decided to let him out. After I untied him, he gave me a playfully angry look.
“That was not funny dude.” He crossed his arms like a child.
“Really? I thought it was. Moving on!” I ushered him into the chair I was sitting on. I tied his wrists behind him before tying his feet to the back legs of the chair. I then added more ropes to his upper thighs and chests. As I tied his chests, I wrapped my arms around his body, he leaned his head onto mine and chuckled. I had to admit, I blushed pretty hard. I decided this time just to use the ballgag, mainly because I couldn't find the tape. He struggled sincerely, rocking the chair back and forth. His toes were wiggling, his feet were dangling in the air. I got a few pictures of this tie before I felt very daring (this series is definitely one of my favorites because it complimented his body so well.) I untied him and let him stretch out for a second.
“Hey Ioannes, I'm going to do something interesting.... it will be a first time for both of us.” I took out a long piece of rope and draped it over his shoulders. I began to tie knots in front of him and down the long piece of rope. Once I got to his crotch, I looked up at him, “Do you mind?” I asked. He shook his head, I pressed the ropes against his crotch to measure the lengths before making a few more knots. I then went behind him and began looping the rope through the holes that the knots made and eventually put him into an effective body harness. Ioannes looked down at his body, he mumbled (still gagged) and actually began to play with himself a little bit. He adjust the rope around his crotch which began to develop a little bulge. I pulled his arms above his head and tied them to the body harness behind him and then I tied his shins to his thighs so he was in a pleasing kneeling position. He flexed and buckled against the rope. He moaned in pleasure as the ropes held him steady, knots digging into sensitive areas. Ioannes began to enjoy himself a lot as I started to take pictures of his ecstasy. He smiled into the ballgag and pulled his arms, tightening the ropes against his body. I ungagged him,
“What is this? This is pretty awesome looking, I should have known you would be good at these crazy bondage things.” he immediately bombarded me with sentences.
“Hahaha, it's called a body harness or a rope cage. I've always wanted to try it on someone.” I told him, I noticed that his member slipped from beneath the ropes. “Your dick is supposed to go between the ropes, do you want to fix it?” I asked him, he just kneeled higher.
“Dude, you can do it, at this point I think we're comfortable enough.” I gingerly grabbed his package and moved it between the ropes, Ioannes sighed with relief. “That actually feels a lot better.” he smiled. “Can I keep this one for now, dude?” he asked. I nodded.
“Sure, let's do one more. Sit down.” Ioannes plopped on the ground, I began to tie his feet together with his ankles crossed and his arms to his shins so he was stuck in a ball. I re administered the tape and started to take pictures again. He rolled on the ground and rubbed the crotch ropes against the carpet, clearly enjoying his predicament. Ioannes eventually did struggle enough for the ropes to fall off his hands so I untied him, but when I went to untie the cage, he actually stopped my hands.
“What's up?” I asked. He shook his head,
“Mind if I just leave it on for now?” he asked. I nodded.
“Uhm... sure?” I was surprised at how much he really enjoyed the rope work. He threw his clothes over it and we went out to the dining hall. No one could see what he had beneath his clothes and that was really hot.
That night, we talked. He said he wanted to continue to do bondage because it was the most fun he has had in a long time. I told him I could teach him and tie him up again, I was pretty excited especially because we came from the same town. I thought I had finally found a TUG buddy. But sadly, it was too good to be true as when I brought it up off handedly, he said that he couldn't do it because it would be weird. He probably told his girlfriend (who never liked me and they only got together because neither of them were dating at the time, I shit you not.) who probably told him it was stupid idea, he was whipped like that. So sadly, that clipped that possible tree.
Epilogue
So when I presented this T.A.C. to my class, I was met with an interesting response. When I first began my slide show, people were generally uninterested because I did not explain what my project meant, so it looked like I was just showing a slide show of just normal people. But once the bondage pictures appeared, there were two reactions, people turning red and turning to their friends whispering about what they just saw or fascination. Ioannes and David looked at each other, having never seen each other's bondage pictures, they grinned.
My teacher? Well, his response at the end was, “I definitely see my students in a different light now.” he looked at Ioannes and David. He agreed with my theme and thought I had one of the more original and thoughtful collages. I was proud to be honest, this was my masterpiece in more ways than one.
While the T.A.C. was certainly a great experience and definitely will remain one of my fondest memories, I never got a chance to tie anyone else up from this group again. It really changed my viewpoints on myself and my passion for bondage. I got courage and from this, I actually had the balls to ask a few more people to let me tie them up. But those are stories for another day.
With this... I am done. Thank you to those who have read everything. I will try to write shorter stories next time