Worshiper of my friend (m/m)For this chapter I just want to say WOW! Not untill now have I realised how hard it can be to find inspiration for writing. I never imagined that to happen in the middle of a story, so if you find his chapter in a noticeably poorer quality than the others please go easy on me
Chapter 4:After that eventful evening there wasn’t much happening the day after. During the morning he loosened my bonds and let me go, because his parents would be coming home not too long after we had woken up. It became a very awkward and silent morning without much talking. It seemed like no one wanted to touch the events the night before. After we had eaten breakfast and I had packed my things, I left for home. But just as I was going to leave the house, Jason, always being the strong guy, brought up what had happened.
‘’Hey Philip’’ he said
‘’Yeah what’’ I asked as I turned around to face him
‘’It seems to me that you enjoyed yourself yesterday. Both with my feet and the tie up’’
I had no answer, I just stood and gaped at him unable to find the proper words to respond.
‘’Well how about we do this again? I certainly enjoyed it. What do you say about you coming over here the next weekend?’’
‘’W-well I um… y-yeah of course if you want to…’’ was all I managed to blurt out. Jason gave me a satisfied smile
‘’I thought so. I knew you wouldn’t back down. And don’t worry Philly, I won’t tell this to anyone’’
That little opening by Jason made way for future fun for the both of us. Had he not taken the step to invite me over again we might not have ever done similar things together. And that was in a way a testimony to his attitude. He was always the slightly more self-secure person who would take such a step, while I was by nature a bit more shy and submissive. This showed that he wanted to take charge and be the one to pull the strings and show that these future sessions would be his idea and that they occurred solely thanks to him. He made sure to let me know this, but I really didn’t mind. I was just happy it happened and didn’t mind him taking credit for it.
During the following week, the only thing I could think of was Jason’s feet and him tying me up. I could picture them in front of me, I even dreamed of them sometimes. I could see the perfect size and shape. The smooth skin and shape of his toes, even grooves in his skin. It was alright as long as I worked and my mind was occupied with other things, but as soon as I had some spare time over my mind slipped over to the memories and pictures. And every time that happened, whether I wanted it or not, I immediately became very horny.
As the week passed by it was soon Friday again, and I was to meet Jason in his house that night. His parents would be away this time as well so we had the house for ourselves. The reason to them being gone again is that they were very rich and more or less lived in a small house by the ocean. They would work during the week and mostly be gone during the weekends. This would fit mine and Jason’s plans perfectly!
Just as I did last week, I walked up to his house and went through the door without knocking. Jason heard me walking in and shouted at me to get upstairs. I walked up to the second floor and saw him resting on his couch watching TV.
‘’Hey man how you doing’’ he asked me cheerfully
‘’I’m good thanks how are you doing’’ I replied
‘’I’m excellent Philly’’ he said knowing that it would annoy me
‘’Would you please stop calling me that’’ I said slightly irritated
‘’Haha relax man I’m just messing with you. Why don’t you sit down, I have a task for you’’
‘’What sort of task is that’’ I asked him as I sat down on the couch
‘’Well Philip, we both know why you’re here, so let’s skip all the talking and get right to it’’ he said as he put a hand on my shoulder
I knew he wanted nothing more but to have some fun with me.
‘’W-well what is it you want me to do for you’’ I asked him excited, obviously anxious to see what would happen
‘’I want you to follow me to the basement’’ he said as he rose up from the couch and motioned for me to turn around and walk down the stairs.
I went cold as I wondered what the heck we would be doing in his basement? What could he do down there that he couldn’t do here? Just as I was scared I was already aroused and my sexual thoughts became too powerful for me to disobey. I soon found myself on his concrete floor in his basement.
‘’Sit down while I get the stuff’’ he ordered, I did as he asked
He walked into a sort of storage into another room of his basement and began searching through the storage. Soon he brought out a huge black frame covered with latex within the frame, he had a devious smile on his face and I was just as anxious as him to see how he was going to bondage me.
‘’Do you know what this is Philip’’
‘’No I don’t, but I guess you are going to tell me’’
‘’Exactly, this is a vacbed! (If you have no idea what this is you can just google it, if you are really into bondage it will be worth your time) This is a frame which has two sheets of latex on the upside and downside on it when it’s lflat down on the ground. You can crawl into between these sheets and then be sealed shut inside the latex, but the good part is that you can attach a vacuum cleaner to it and suck all the air out of it, and so there will be a vacuum inside it and you will be trapped’’ he said with a voice full of joy
‘’Oh no Jason you are not sealing me shut in that’’ I shouted as I bolted up from the floor
I had been prepared for that bondage was what we were going to do, but not this extreme! I was not prepared for something like his and I thought that Jason was taking it a bit too quick. Jason walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
‘’Shhh Philip, it’s nothing bad with it. I will be here to look after you, besides I’m your friend and you trust me right’’ he asked in a friendly tone
‘’Well yes I know… ‘’ I said in an insecure voice
He looked into me with his green eyes and a cute smile. Him putting my hands on my shoulder made me more secure, and I really didn’t have anything to fear from him. He was my friend after all. Moreover, we both knew we were into bondage but no one said it. He could tell I wanted nothing more but to be bondaged and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to bondage me. So I crawled inside the vacbed. It was laid out on the floor on a mattress so that I would not be uncomfortable. As soon as I was inside I was very excited, and he hosed a breathing tube inside the vacbed to my mouth so that I would be able to breathe properly. And then he sealed it shut and let me lie there. It was quiet for a few minutes until the noise began.
It was the sound of the vacuum cleaner turned on. Before I knew it the entire air space between the two latex sheets was gone and sealed me in a vacuum. I could move only slightly, and then only to bounce back to my original position on my back. It was impossible to escape so I knew that I was no in his mercy entirely.
But he did nothing to me. Inside the vacbed time seems to stand still. It’s quiet, warm and comfortable. You can’t move an inch, but I was surprised as to how good it actually felt, all worries disappeared in an instant. The thick latex walls clinged on to my entire body, making a beautiful shape of it on the vacbed. For how long I was in there I didn’t know, but suddenly I felt two hands grab my ribcage!
My first feeling was a ticklish sensation, he grabbed and squeezed my ribs making me laugh. He tickled them and moved his hands about to my sides and stomach. Ordinary nail-tickling might not have had any effect, but the squeezing-tickling was surprisingly effective and I couldn’t do anything about it. He tickled me and tickled me for about 5 minutes, but for me it seemed a lot longer than that. He said nothing but I could feel his excitement through his pants since he was sitting on my hips tickling me. I freaked out a bit by this but decided to let it not go to my head, besides I couldn’t do anything about it now.
After about 5 minutes he stopped and let me have a breather. After that he left me alone. I couldn’t tell if he was in the room the entire time but it seemed to stand still and rush onwards at the same time. But after what had been slightly over an hour (I found that out later) I felt the vacuum inside releasing. Air was once again pouring inside and soon I could move freely. While I was happy for him to release me I was kind of sad as well, it had been a nice experience and something that I wouldn’t mind doing again soon.
But what I didn’t know was that he had taken pictures of me in his phone. You couldn’t tell I was in them, but those few pictures would shake a few things up in the future.
Either way, once I crawled out and had some fresh air pouring over my hot and sweaty body Jason let me have a drink.
‘’So how was that Philly’’ he asked as he escorted me out from the basement.
‘’It was lovely, or I mean it felt rather good. I certainly wouldn’t mind doing it again’’ I said as I blushed
‘’Well I’m sure you will get lots of more chance to that my friend. But since you got to enjoy yourself now I want to as well. Maybe some foot-work wouldn’t be completely wrong don’t you think?’’ he said in a tone that rather demanded it than asking
What? I thought. He had the pleasure of watching me squirm as he immobilized me and tickled me. And now I would once again be on the receiving end having to massage and probably lick his feet? I got the slight feeling of being used, but yet I liked it. Without me thinking it at the moment my submissive side liked all this and it would soon take over my mind piece by piece. Without acknowledging it I actually liked his bossy and dominant side, him telling me what to do and his enormous charm to go along with that face and body!
Those were the kind of thoughts that would eventually make me worship Jason like a god, and make me accept him deciding over me. Those were the kind of thoughts that would eventually make me his sub. But at the moment I had no clue it would go that far.
But as my mind settled I came back to reality and to what he had asked me. He wanted me to worship his feet now, and I didn’t want to say no. After I had some water to drink he lead me into the living room and sat down on the couch with his socked feet on the floor. He nodded down at his feet, signing for me to begin my work.
I sat down on the floor and bent down to his feet. I lied with my head between his feet as he placed the on my chest. So now I was lying with my head towards the couch, and my legs were pointing out to the opposite side from it. The night was young and I now began the long wonderful task of rubbing and licking his feet. And somehow I could tell he wouldn’t be satisfied with only that before we would go to sleep. That night would prove to be much more eventful than it had already been…