A good day. (M/m)

Postby abenial » Sun Jul 06, 2008 1:28 pm

There are rules you must break. There are rules you have to respect.
Ultimately, the rules you have to respect are those you have accepted or enacted.

I had found online a partner to play tie-up-games. It was a male, his name was Jerry. And yes, he was gay.
You can be gay-friendly, you will always be a little be suspicious about the true intentions of a guy who offers to tie you up. In this case, several factors had convinced me to trust Jerry.
First of all, from the beginning he had claimed he preferred to be tied up than to do the tying : if he wanted so much to be tied up, he would take care not to offend me in any way while I was bound.
Secondly, we had planned that my room would be our playground. Even with the doors locked, even with a gag, I was confident I would be able to make enough noise to catch the attention of my neighbour students if I had to fear any danger.
And finally, I had met Jerry a couple of time before, just to be sure he wasn't half-insane. Obviously, he wasn't. (A good test can be the lighter-test : if the guy speaks to the flame with a smooth and sweet voice, it's a good clue that you should avoid to live in the same city than him; not to mention to accept to be tied up by him).
Actually, Jerry was a good crack. Funny, clever, friendly. And quite handsome.
Somewhere, I was also maybe confident because he had such an innocent face. He was a little bit younger than I and skinnier.
Maybe was I a little bit overconfident, yes.

As both of us wanted to be tied up, we decided to organize a quick game to know who would be allowed to choose. It was a wrestling contest. The first one able to pin the shoulders of the other on the bed three times would have the right to choose.
I won. 1-0 ; 2-0 ; 2-1 ; and 3-1.

On the very last moment, I wondered if I would not preferred to be cold foot and offer him to be tied up, but I overcame my paranoia and asked Jerry to do his job.
- All right, he said : "strip !".
- "Whoa ? That's not what we have planned".
It's a part of the game. The winner decides who gets tied up, but the tier must be free to choose what he will do and how is victim is gonna be tied. The tier has to be free to use his imagination, and his creative skills; if you want to plan everything, do self bondage ! (with great care, self-b can kill).
I wasn't opened to everything, though. Hence, I had laid down a "black list" of things I didn't want to experiment and Jerry was free to do anything he wanted, except for those few things that I had listed in black and white.
... But I had read this black list three times and I was sure I had written "not naked" !
- "That's true, answered Jerry. But I don't want you naked. I want you in your underwear".
- "That's naked !"
- "Nope. That's not. "Naked" means nude. Means underwear off".
- "No. "Not naked" means "with normal clothes".
- "No, it doesn't. And what are "normal clothes", for Christ's sake ? Do you want to be bound with boots and jacket. On your jumper. On your shirt. On your t-shirt ?"
"Not naked" means that you are allowed to keep your underwear on. Next time, be more cautious when you write out such a list".
I couldn't answer a lot, could I ? These were my rules.
I stripped. T-shirt off first, and then my pants. During this time, Jerry leant against my desk, checking out my slim body without any self-restraint. He sang inwardly some notes of a dumb music.
- "ARE you singing a porn movie theme while I am stripping ??", I burst out.
- "It's not a porn movie theme".
- "Well, to my hears, it sounds like a gay porn movie theme !!"
- "Oh, do you watch gay porn movies too ?", answered Jerry with a cheeky grin.
- "Fuck off !", I answered, laughing. "Well, now. Do your job before I change my mind".
- "With pleasure", Jerry answered. And he caught the rope.

First of all, he bound my wrists in my back, in a very effective manner. With two feet of rope, he had made me helpless. You do not always need a lot of rope to do a good tying.
- "Now the gag", said he, as if he was on a hurry.
He quickly put a clean sock in my mouth and wrapped the duct tape many times around my head.
- "Try to speak !"
The classical "Mmmpf!" came out of my nose. I couldn't do better.
- "Well. Not only effective, also good-looking ! At least, now, you won't be able to object to my interpretation of your rules", said Jerry with a satisfied grin.
I instinctively pulled on my bonds to test them: no way I could go.
Jerry took the list and read :
- " "No penetration. No hand job. No cam. No shaving..." "Pfff. Where is the fun in all that ?? Fortunately, we still have got some slack to improve a little bit the situation. Don't move !".
Jerry put a long piece of rope on my shoulders, and tied many knots in front of me. I was lying back on the bed, while he was seated on me with his knees around my chest, in a very dominant position.
I have to say the situation made me a little bit uncomfortable.
- "For a perfect rope harness, you must have a crotch rope", said Jerry, giggling. "The best part !".
Jerry measured many time the exact length of rope needed to encase my cock, to make knots above and below it. Every time, he scuffed it trough my underwear, in a way it was impossible to say if it was intentional or not. My sex grew ; all this was getting me aroused.
- "Ohh, shit !", said Jerry laughing. "Try to control yourself, man ! Now that you are hard, I have to undo all the knots !"
So, he began once again his measures, with the same movements around my cock. I blushed, sweating in front of this gay friend, who obviously knew how to drive me crazy.
Finally, he made it, and asked me to stand up. He placed my dick between the ropes, and pulled them under my legs. My sex was firmly kept in place, and I felt my cock sliding against the ropes that he finally pulled between in my back.
His little fingers made some extra knots on the ropes. "One, two, three, four..." Four knots a the bottom of the rope. I couldn't believe what this son of a bitch was doing! He tightened the knots and pulled the ropes right between my cheeks, so that the knots were just dancing between my buttocks !
It was unbearable ! And my cock kept pulsing !
I "mmmpfffed" through my gag, squirming, while Jerry quickly finished the harness. Finally, with martial art, he put the ropes under my chest, around my arms and then found his first knot - behind my neck - where he closed the loop.
He pulled harshly on the ropes. One time. Two times. And - “Hungh !" - three times. And locked me in.

Jerry pushed me on the bed. He looked at me with delight.
-"Wow, I have to say you are quite a sight. This rope perfectly underlines your pecs".
It was the less this little bitch could say ! I was trapped in a harness in which I couldn't move at all ! My arms were encircled several times with ropes and stuck to my body; there were these fucking knots dancing between my cheeks, playing with my nerves; and my penis was strongly incased between the ropes and the cloth of my boxer !
Jerry had made a terrific job. Now, the one who didn't want any sexual contact wanted sexual relief more than anything !
I struggled a while, mmmmphing a lot.
Jerry, enjoyed the show, then said :
- "Well : enough now. And with that words, he bound my ankles, separatively to each one of my thighs".
Then he turned me on my back and once again, sat on my chest.
- "You know what ? I read your paper yesterday night, and I noticed that you haven't mentioned on your black list... nipple clamps !"
(That was true, but I had voluntarily forget that item).
Jerry kept me preisoner between his legs, while I squirmed a litlle ("stronger than what I thought", I noticed), and showed me the nasty clamps he had in his pocket, swinging them in front of my eyes.
He pinched my nipples some times, "to prepare them". I moaned several times into my gag. Jerry said : "Well, maybe are you enjoying this a little bit too much". And with these words, he put the clamps on.
"WOOWmmph !
I jumped to the ceiling... as a result of the painful grip.
Jerry looked at me suffering a while, eyes closed, then sighed.
- "Well... As unfortunately, I am not allowed to do anything else here... I'll have a walk now".
I can say Jerry looked really disappointed. And frustrated.
I was quite ashamed to disappoint such a good friend, loyal till the end. But what could I do ? I was gagged... and oh yes ! "And I AM NOT GAY !", I yelled for myself in my head, surprised by my own feelings.
- "But just before leaving, for more fun...", Jerry said.
Then, Jerry turned me on my stomach... and on the clamps ! I felt a warm pain in my chest.
I could mmmph as much as I wanted.
Jerry was gone.

Half an hour later, my erection was gone, but ashamed, I felt it coming back as soon as Jeremy entered the room. He seemed very happy.
- "Guess what ?", he asked. "I have found some more slack between the lines of your black list". (He pushed me against the wall, with his foot, while I was wondering what this devil guy had found this time).
- "You have written "No hand job". "But you haven't said anything about foot job, my dear !".
Then, sat on a chair, Jerry started teasing me with his foot. A white foot in a white socks.
Soon, I felt waves of pleasures in my dick. His movements were sometimes harsh, sometimes smooth. He could see without any problem through my boxer that I was reacting positively, but he stopped after a while.
- "I will remove your gag. And I want an answer. Shall I untie you, or shall I finish my job ?"
Damn ! What an asshole ! I wanted more but I didn't wanted to admit it. Not from him. Not from another guy. But after all... a foot is a foot. And Jerry is not the worst of the guys. I mean. There is a difference between being fucked by a gay guy, and being fucked by an handsome gay guy who can potentially become one of your best friends.
Jerry un-gagged me and popped his question.
- "So, what's your answer ?"
I hesitated and then said, looking elsewhere : "Re-gag me, please"
Jerry smiled, and did so.
After that he finished me quite well. I exploded soon in my underwear with a lot of pleasure.

***

I needed a couple of days before meeting Jerry again. He told me he had had fun with me, but I don't know if I'll accept another session with him.
... And if I do, I don't know what I'll put on my black list.
Last edited by abenial on Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:36 am, edited 16 times in total.
On ne connaît pas son bonheur. On n'est jamais aussi malheureux qu'on croit.
M. Proust

Postby canuck100 » Sun Jul 06, 2008 3:28 pm

Mmm... interesting story with a different twist!

Thanks for posting

Postby jdpeter » Sun Jul 06, 2008 3:34 pm

im straight in a way but liked this story. My black list is similar to yours. Well i never been tied, i just have the black list

Postby Nuclearo » Mon Jul 07, 2008 1:40 am

It's nice to see I'm not the only one compulsively looking for loopholes. I'm straight too, but I'd still like this to happen to me. Sure he's a guy, but that crotchrope is worth the mental conflicts.
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Postby that_tied_guy » Sun Jul 20, 2008 3:45 am

This is an awesome story. I'd love to hear about any other time he tied you/you tied him, and wonder if you/he ever consented to naked. Great story!

Postby Micheal10 » Wed Aug 06, 2008 2:06 am

i really would enjoy this alot, and im straight... i would never be naked i wouldnt put handjob on my black list

Postby Duct Tape Boys » Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:07 pm

I'm straight and so is Danny but we enjoyed doing this stuff very soon after my first couple of stories. I have many like this, we both have girlfriends now, but once in a while we still like to have a little more seeing how, nether of our girlfriends know about our bondage days. :oops: :twisted: So we canhave FUN. Will post about it soon.
Silence is Golden!
Duct Tape is Silver!
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When I'm done with you,
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Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Tue Nov 04, 2008 4:08 pm

I loved your story.

Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby abenial » Fri Nov 07, 2008 12:04 pm

gagged-cowboy wrote:I loved your story.



Thank you so much !!

Feedback is always welcome.
On ne connaît pas son bonheur. On n'est jamais aussi malheureux qu'on croit.

M. Proust

Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby Viper7 » Sun Jan 31, 2010 12:58 pm

Wow, I liked this story! :D

Hmmm I might enjoy going through this actually. I too am straight but wow.

Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby capturedsuperhero » Sun Jan 31, 2010 3:42 pm

Wow i loved this story.

I'm mostly straight too, but i had something similar done to me in uni, it was awesome.

I love bondage with a guy because i feel all the ore helpless and it makes it more exciting, kind of like a cheesy superhero or detective story. I enjoy bondage with women, only it gets a lot more sensuous and romantic, different feelings alltogether :)
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Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby Spreadeagle » Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:52 am

Hey man loved the story! I think id have the same black list too but id include clamps too. I havnt been tied by a bloke before but would like to be tied by someone like him.
Always looking for new TUG buddies :)

Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby abenial » Wed Apr 28, 2010 1:58 pm

Thanks for these comments.

If you liked this story and you live in Belgium, France, Germany, Netherlands or UK, please, pm me !
On ne connaît pas son bonheur. On n'est jamais aussi malheureux qu'on croit.

M. Proust

Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jun 06, 2010 4:00 pm

Loved this story... especially certain parts involving his sitting on you, of course (hence my avatar).
Do you have any more stories like this one? If so, I'd love to read them.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby radfahren » Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:16 am

Great story, you should definitely get together with Jerry again!

Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby jafar10 » Thu Jun 28, 2012 10:47 am

wow very nice story!! i really enjoyed it!

Re: A good day. (M/m)

Postby mikeybound » Mon Mar 25, 2013 1:52 am

All in all a good experience.