I hope that my interest in bondage with other guys is known only to me (and the guys that I meet with). It would be so great to be able to be totally open about it, but I am confident that a lot of people would be appalled and judgmental. So, I will have to wait for that momentous day when bondage somehow becomes an Olympic event. Until then, I will fantasize, and turn as many fantasies into reality as possible.
For the most part, the guys that I am able to tie up are straight (as am I) or in the closet about their sexuality. But Jeremy was openly gay, worked in the same departmental office that provided my employment, and was a great guy with a very friendly personality. I really enjoyed working with him. Maybe--because he was so easy to get along with--at slow times during a workday, I would fantasize about tying Jeremy up.
Jeremy was a young man who completed one year of college after high school, then decided that a college degree was not in his future. He went immediately into the work force, and was hired by the same company for which I was working at that time in my life. He was a good worker, but had a tendency to get frustrated when deadlines and workloads were not to his liking. He was about 5'8", small in stature with hair so blond that it almost looked bleached, and a fantastic sense of humor. He openly and often spoke about his roommate, who was like wise gay and also his boyfriend. Not too many people in the department took an interest, but I provided a listening ear quite often. It was sort of necessary because other times that Jeremy expressed frustrations at work was when he and his boyfriend were not getting along for some reason.
Jeremy and I were alone in the office one day. All the other employees had gone to a business social that would take up the entire afternoon, but I had volunteered to remain at the office to answer phones and deal with emergencies that might arise. When I volunteered to stay behind, Jeremy also volunteered to stay with me. It was a big mistake for both of us: the day was extremely slow and we were both fighting an overdose of boredom.
Jeremy had taken up residence at the front desk, and I had gravitated to the side chair next to his desk. Out of the blue, Jeremy looked at me and asked, "Jake, does my sexual orientation bother you at all?"
"Not at all," I told him, and I honestly meant it.
Jeremy then launched into a one-sided conversation about his boyfriend, and how they had different interests in a number of things, how frustrating that was for him, and then forged ahead with a few examples. I knew that he would eventually have to stop rambling in order to breathe regularly for a while, so I just listened and added an occasional nod of my head or a supportive "yeah" until that moment arrived.
When he finally paused, I told him that things like that happened to every couple--whether married or just living together--and it can take years to get used to another person sharing your space.
Jeremy looked at me, and agreed, then added, "I just wish we were more compatible!"
"What sort of things do you enjoy together?" I asked him.
Jeremy closed his eyes and proceeded to name off a sizeable list, including some things that were pretty graphic and explicit. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he apologized, adding that if saying things like that were offensive or embarrassing to me, he was doubly sorry. I told him that I was not offended, and appreciated the fact that he felt comfortable enough with me to say what was on his mind.
Jeremy took a deep breath and gazed off into space for a while. As he sat and gazed out the window for a time, I just looked at Jeremy. It had never really crossed my mind, but Jeremy was a good-looking young man. His nose was a centimeter too big, but on some people that adds to their good looks, and such was the case with Jeremy. The continuing silence caused me to fantasize about what Jeremy would look like... if he were tied up. It's interesting how a person can work with someone for months and something like that subtly enters his mind on occasion, then suddenly it hits with full force and a determination. Well... at least it did with me!
Jeremy began to speak again, and elaborated more on a couple of things for which they did not share a common interest. It was now or never! "Have you ever tried bondage together," I suddenly interrupted with a louder tone.
Jeremy stopped in mid-sentence and looked my direction with big eyes. I shrugged my shoulder and gave a "village simpleton" expression. Jeremy's face turned bright red, and he gave a nervous laugh as he said, "Well, that really is a personal matter."
That remark caught me off guard--considering the graphic things he had mentioned a short time ago that seemed to me to be much more personal. He gave another small laugh and shifted in his chair.
"Jeremy," I finally said, "I'm sorry to be so outspoken, but why does that subject get such a different reaction from you as compared with all the other things you have mentioned? Does it embarrass you for some reason?"
Jeremy's face returned to its natural color and he took a deep breath. "Jake," he said in a whisper, as though there were a room full of people around us, "I have always wanted to try bondage, but it is so embarrassing to bring the subject up with my boyfriend. I have wondered if he would like to try it, but feels as embarrassed as I do at being the first to bring it up."
"Jeremy, I am not a therapist by any stretch of the imagination," I said, "but I may know of a way to bring the subject up. But first, tell me this. Do you think about being tied up by your boyfriend or do you think if would be more fun to tie him up?"
"Actually," Jeremy replied, "I would prefer to be the one tied up."
Yes--I was hitting pay dirt! I tried to control my excitement as I told Jeremy, "Suppose you were to leave some pictures of you tied up somewhere in your apartment? Leave them in a spot where your boyfriend will find them and see what his reaction is."
Jeremy seemed to be in a stupor of thought for a short time, then he looked at me and put his hands together in a sort of supplication gesture. "Jake, would you do me a favor?" he asked.
"Depends....." I replied nonchalantly, with a shrug of my shoulders. "What do you want me to do?"
Jeremy took a deep breath, "Would you tie me up and take some pictures of me like that?"
My excitement was trying to pull me from my chair and raise my arms in a 'touchdown' gesture, but I remained calm as I agreed to do it. "We have the office to ourselves right now. We're alone. It's not busy. There's an instamatic camera in the lower drawer of the desk you are sitting at. And we can use the conference room in back for privacy in the remote possibility that a client comes in," I told him. "We just need some rope."
Jeremy clapped his hands, then leaped to his feet with a big smile and disappeared into the janitorial closet, emerging a short time later with a few coils of soft, white rope. "I saw this the other day when I was looking for things to sweep up with after that flower pot in the corner was knocked over," he said in an animated voice. "...not sure why it was there, but I didn't question that it would come in handy someday for something!"
Jeremy led the way into the conference room, turned on the light and moved to the front corner where he literally swayed from one foot to the other and rubbed his hands together in excitement. His actions and smile spoke for him. In addition to his smile, I noted that Jeremy was also wearing a yellow dress shirt and black tie with thin gold stripes. His dress pants were black as were his dress socks and wing-tip shoes.
I asked if he had any preference as to how he was tied up, and he shook his head. I told him to take off his shoes and move a chair into the open space in front of the whiteboard. He grabbed a chair and sat down, then leaned forward to remove his shoes. I moved to the back of the chair, and watched as Jeremy moved his arms around the sides of the chair back and behind the chair. Unfortunately, the chair back was too wide, and his hands were about two feet apart. I did note that the back of the chair was not very high, so I told him to lean back as far as he could and lift his arms over the back of the chair. That was not a problem; Jeremy lifted his arms over the chair back which caused his shoulders to be pulled back slightly, but was not too uncomfortable.
I pulled his wrists together and tied them with a piece of rope. Jeremy was so excited that it was almost impossible for him to keep still, but he did okay. I tied another rope around his legs just below his knees, noticing how nice the white rope looked against his black pants.
"Do you want to be gagged and blindfolded?" I asked Jeremy as I stood upafter tying his legs.
His smile got even bigger as he looked at me and replied, "That is totally up to you. Do whatever you want!"
I continued, "If I do that, I will have to use one or both of your socks."
Jeremy leaned his head back so he was looking up toward the ceiling. "That's just fine," he said. "That would make the pictures even better!"
I kneeled down next to the chair and carefully began to remove Jeremy's dark socks. He squirmed in his seat, and I couldn't help but conclude that he was trying to adjust his trousers to accommodate a large erection that was forming. I could hear him alternate between slight laughs and long, contented moans. While I was still kneeling, I tied a rope around his now bare feet, binding them together side by side. I left enough rope so that when I pulled his feet back, I could tie them to the ropes circling his wrists--putting him into a sort of hogtie underneath the chair. I pulled his feet back as far as I could--so that his toes were barely touching the floor, threaded the rope between his wrists and back again to his feet, cinching the ropes binding his ankles and tying a knot there--well out of reach by his hands.
I picked up his socks and stood up. Jeremy was still sitting with his head back, staring at the ceiling and trying to get a glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye, still wearing that big smile. I hated to cover it up, but told him to open his mouth. I used one of his dress socks to to gag him, pulling it well into his mouth and between his teeth before tying a knot behind his neck. The other sock I pulled over his eyes and tied a knot behind his head. It was not a big blindfold and would probably only force him to keep his eyes closed.
I stepped back and looked at his wrists and feet tied together. I noted for the first time that putting his arms over the back of the chair before tying his wrists, along with the strictness of the hogtie rope tying his hands and feet, combined with his small stature caused his arms to be pulled quite close together behind the chair. I couldn't resist! I took the last piece of rope and wrapped it around his elbows, pulling them together until they touched before finally cinching and knotting it off. There was still some rope left, and I wrapped it around his lower arms multiple times, binding them together also as I moved down toward his bound hands. His long -sleeved shirt protected his arms, and the ropes showed upfairly well against his yellow shirt. When I reached his hands, I knotted the rope out of reach from his fingers--not that they would have been of any assistance the way his hands were hogtied to his bare feet under the chair.
I went to the desk in the outer office, and took the camera from the drawer. I noted how many pictures were left, and returned to the conference room. I took pictures of Jeremy from the front, back, and side. Jeremy could hear the clicks and the ejection of the pictures as they shot out from the front slot of the instamatic camera. He moved his head around: looking down, up, straight ahead, and to the sides. I knew he could see nothing because of the blindfold, but he knew just how to pose.
I stopped after using half of the remaining pictures, and moved in front of Jeremy as he sat tied to the chair. "Jeremy," I began, "I am going to give your boyfriend some more eye candy. Hope you don't mind, but you can't do anything about it even if you do mind." I gave a sinister laugh.
Jeremy cocked his head to one side, and through the gag asked what I meant by that. I loosened Jeremy's tie and pulled it free from his shirt collar. I started to slowly unbutton Jeremy's shirt, starting at the top and moving down. When I reached the third button, he gave a low scream into his gag. My first thought was that he was upset, but I forged ahead anyway. When I reached the lower buttons, I realized that he wasn't upset at what I was doing, but was in some major discomfort as his erection was getting too large to stay comfortably within the confines of his dress pants. I quickly undid his belt and unfastened his trousers. He pushed his body forward as much as the hogtie ropes would allow to assist me as I unzipped his pants and opened them. His white underwear was wet as I pulled it down to expose his cock and ball sack. He breathed heavily for a short time, then I heard the muffled words, "Thank you!" I was amazed at the size of his cock for a guy of smaller stature such as he was! To say that it was impressive would be an understatement!
I unfastened the remaining lower buttons on the bottom of his shirt, then threw it back over his shoulders and down his arms as much as the chair and his bound elbows would allow. Jeremy sported a smooth chest, with just a slight sprinkling of blond hair in the middle of his pecs; his light brown nipples were about the size of quarters and stood erect, but all in all, not much for the camera to pick up. The loosened tie was covering the small patch of blond hair on his chest, but the tie looked good there. I took a couple of pictures with it hanging in that position, then threw it over his shoulder also for more pictures.
Jeremy again moved his head following each click and photo ejection. I took only one picture of Jeremy from the back, showing the position of the open shirt on his arms welded together by the ropes--the rest of the pictures were taken from the front and sides. The majority were taken from the front: that is where the real excitement was evident and fully exposed in all its magnificent glory--thanks to the now open trousers! When the camera was empty, I set it down on the conference table.
I paused for a moment, then asked, "Jeremy, do you want to be untied?"
His perpetual smile grew, and he shook his head. I told him that I would stay close, and when he was ready to be untied, just nod his head and call my name through the gag. Jeremy sat in the chair and enjoyed his bondage moment for about another half hour. I sat in a chair, and just enjoyed the sight of him--tied up and so vulnerable. I occasionally studied his cock which did not decrease in size at all, but sometimes twitched and moved on its own, and also leaked a few times. I quietly moved close once and touched it when it was leaking, and it did spurt an admirable load at me when I slid my finger up and down the shaft and tickled it slightly. Jeremy put his head back and moaned contentedly into the gag when that happened. It was shortly after that when he mumbled my name into the gag and nodded his head.
Once he was untied, he sat in the chair and rubbed his arms while I went into the workroom and got some wet paper towels. I brought them back to Jeremy and he cleaned himself off as best he could. As he was putting his shoes and socks back on and buttoning his shirt, we looked at the pictures together and he pointed out his favorites.
I jokingly told Jeremy that if those pictures did not get his boyfriend excited, it might be time to move on. He laughed and agreed. As he tightened his tie, he looked at me with a concerned expression.
"Jake," he said. "Now........ what happened today is just between us........ right?"
"Absolutely!" I replied. "After all, few people would probably recognize you as the model. But the real concern I have is if anyone should find out that it was me taking the pictures..... and wonder why! My lack of skill as a photographer is well known, but lots of questions might surface as to my motive. I stand to come out of this a lot worse than you if we are not discreet!" Now I was rambling! But I did feel some comfort as we shook hands on the matter.
Jeremy moved away a few months later. His boyfriend secured better employment in a large city a considerable distance away, and Jeremy went with him. Interestingly, after this experience, I don't remember Jeremy complaining in the office quite so much about his boyfriend and their differences. He never said anything beyond a 'thank you' (joined by a wink and a smile) when he left the office that day with the pictures. But I sometimes imagine that maybe I am a rare sort of bondage therapist....... at times. Maybe someday, someone will open up a school that gives a degree in that field. If so, maybe I could be on the faculty!You can also leave feedback & comments for this story on the Plaza Forum
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