Helping Me See, By Blindfolding Me (M+/M)
Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2021 11:59 pm
This is a completely fictional story, but the theme and premise are inspired by experiences in my own life. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it ![š](//twemoji.maxcdn.com/2/svg/1f642.svg)
My name is Jack, I was born in outback Australia, Alice Springs to be exact. Iām 26 years old, 6 feet tall with short dark brown hair, a short beard, and blue eyes, I play football, I like to race and paint cars, play Call of Duty with my mates, and talk with them about which girls in town we find the hottest. My old man was in the Australian Army and taught me how to shoot guns, build fires, tie knots and use a knife to keep yourself alive in a hundred different ways out in the bush...
Iām also bisexual.
And this is how I met the man who helped me fully come to terms with that. All with a great little thing called bondage.
..................................................
It was about 9 months ago today on my 26th birthday, that I met Ryan. Being my birthday it was a good excuse to have a party and get everyone pissed, so on that night my backyard was full not only with my mates, but their friends, their friendsā friends, their girlfriends, and their girlfriendsā friends...
Bloody confusing eh? The point is, there was a lot of people there doing a lot of crazy shit. You know how it is, the beer starts flowing and who knows whatāll happen next. So Iām chatting away with my best mate Stevo, weād known each other since primary school, played footy together, done up our cars and raced together, I mean bloody hell we even work at the same mechanicās body shop. I canāt remember what we were talking about, but I sure remember what happened next:
As weāre talking I sense a lot of movement out of the corner of my eye. Itās all the boys I went to high school with, Jason, Robbo, Dan, Kade and Ethan, all coming over towards us, but before Iāve even turned around completely, Danās got me in a vice-like headlock! I know, nothing unusual, mates do that all the time. But as he was doing that Jason and Kade had grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, and Robbo had a roll of this real fuckinā sticky silver gaffa tape that he was wrapping around my wrists, tying them together!
I didnāt know what the bloody hell was going on, so at first I got angry, yelling and asking what the fuck they were doing, but the way they were all laughing made me catch on pretty quick that this was just a prank. So bugger it, I went along with it. Ethan had another roll of the same kinda tape, and he was tying my ankles together, didnāt bother me at all since I was just wearing simple blue jeans and a white print t-shirt. Then Robbo wrapped me up around and around my chest and arms, basically pinning my arms a little to my sides but also behind my back. I tell ya what, he did a damn good job because I could barely move to save my life.
Ethan just kept going further up my legs, after he wrapped tape around my ankles about ten or so times, he did the same thing below, then above my knees, and then around my thighs, which low-key got my balls a bit squished, but it wasnāt too bad. Then to top it all off, Stevo came along with a little white rag (yep, the dodgy bastard was in on it too lol) and he stuffed it in my mouth, thankfully not very far or I might have choked! Then each of the boys took turns at putting a strip of duct tape over my mouth. Six in all, and like I said, that shit was sticky as all hell, no way I was just brushing it off or anything. If I was anyone else I probably wouldāve been annoyed.
Truth is though, I couldnāt stop laughing, I had to laugh, because otherwise, unbeknownst to anyone there, I wouldāve started moaning in sheer bloody pleasure. See, I had two secrets in my life at that point... well, more like one secret, and something I was in denial about (More on that later). But my main secret, was that I was into bondage, big time.
I was always tying and gagging myself at home since I got my own place, and I loved it, it was a welcome break from having to be all macho and shit all the time, a chance to relax, be myself, and enjoy the helplessness. But this was different, it was out in public, and I was too embarrassed for people to know. It was good I was laughing so much, because when the tape hit me I went bright bloody red...
Anyway, so Iām there, right? Taped basically head to toe, a rag in my mouth, tape on my face, about a hundred people laughing, joking and filming me with their phones. When the boys sat me down on one of my outdoor chairs, a big cheap plastic chair that I was soon taped to real securely, they taped my waist to the back rest, my thighs to the seat, and my ankles to one of the chair legs. Fuck me, I was so bloody horny by this point that I was hoping like hell nobody would notice the raging stiffy that had been slowly growing in my pants, and was now throbbing with every move I made.
Now, thereād been plenty of points in my life where Iād thought... āHey, that guyās really handsomeā or āFuck that guyās got a great body.ā But the old man had raised me to be a man, and men didnāt think that way about other men. So I always squashed those thoughts before they became anything more. Mind you, they were always there. Also mind you, I always knew I liked girls, I mean shit, I was so heartbroken after Melanie King broke up with me I didnāt eat for nearly three days!!
So... imagine how I felt, when I saw Him.
There I am, taped to a chair, laughing into a gag, hard as a rock and hoping nobody notices, and this absolute angel of a guy enters my view...
His name was Ryan, and I hadnāt known it for most of my life, but he was 100% my dream guy. He was a couple years older than me, and built like a mix between a footy player and a gymnast, slender yet chiseled, lean but powerful. His black-t-shirt was so tight he looked like he would burst out of it, and I wouldnāt have complained if it meant more of that gorgeous olive-skinned body. His dirty blonde hair was cut into a slicked-back fade, and fuck, it suited him so well. His eyes were green like emeralds, hypnotic and enticing, but filled with kindness and understanding. Then there was his smile... holy shit, his smile... it was perfect. Warm, white, wide but not too wide, with the cutest dimples. Bloody hell, just talking about him now, I wanna kiss him and never stop.
The second he walked into my view and stood in front of me, I took no notice of anybody else in my entire backyard. His beautiful eyes were locked with mine, and I didnāt want to blink for fear I wouldnāt see him for even a second. He walked around my chair, and we didnāt break eye contact, he was smiling and laughing with everybody else, but I was awestruck. The attraction was well and truly confirmed when I felt my stiffy get harder than Iād ever felt before.
Duct taped to a chair, the guy I never knew I needed standing next to me, and a hundred witnesses to see me get birthday pranked. Yep, this is how my story starts. But this chapter ends with my favourite part so far...
Ryan, handsome, muscular, gorgeous olive-skinned Ryan was holding a roll of tape in his hands too, heād taken it from Robbo and now he wanted to use it on me, and holy shit I was gonna let him. He looked down at me and smiled, pulling open the tape on the roll like it was nothing, christ he was strong. He then held it in front of my face, and while the crowd laughed and cheered, they probably didnāt notice this, but I sure did:
He winked at me.
Yep, he winked at me, and that was the last thing I saw for a while when he stuck the tape down over my eyes and started wrapping it around and around and around, so quickly too, fuck he was sooo strong (sigh
).
I spent the next hour or so being tickled with feathers (which isnāt a fetish of mine but it was still fun), having my gag taken off to down a beer before they put it back in, and having a couple girls grind on me to that Wet Ass Pussy song (now THAT was really fun!)
When I was finally released, I found out Ryan had already gone home, which made me real sad, but then as I went inside to grab a beer I noticed something was in my pocket...
His phone number.
TO BE CONTINUED
My name is Jack, I was born in outback Australia, Alice Springs to be exact. Iām 26 years old, 6 feet tall with short dark brown hair, a short beard, and blue eyes, I play football, I like to race and paint cars, play Call of Duty with my mates, and talk with them about which girls in town we find the hottest. My old man was in the Australian Army and taught me how to shoot guns, build fires, tie knots and use a knife to keep yourself alive in a hundred different ways out in the bush...
Iām also bisexual.
And this is how I met the man who helped me fully come to terms with that. All with a great little thing called bondage.
..................................................
It was about 9 months ago today on my 26th birthday, that I met Ryan. Being my birthday it was a good excuse to have a party and get everyone pissed, so on that night my backyard was full not only with my mates, but their friends, their friendsā friends, their girlfriends, and their girlfriendsā friends...
Bloody confusing eh? The point is, there was a lot of people there doing a lot of crazy shit. You know how it is, the beer starts flowing and who knows whatāll happen next. So Iām chatting away with my best mate Stevo, weād known each other since primary school, played footy together, done up our cars and raced together, I mean bloody hell we even work at the same mechanicās body shop. I canāt remember what we were talking about, but I sure remember what happened next:
As weāre talking I sense a lot of movement out of the corner of my eye. Itās all the boys I went to high school with, Jason, Robbo, Dan, Kade and Ethan, all coming over towards us, but before Iāve even turned around completely, Danās got me in a vice-like headlock! I know, nothing unusual, mates do that all the time. But as he was doing that Jason and Kade had grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, and Robbo had a roll of this real fuckinā sticky silver gaffa tape that he was wrapping around my wrists, tying them together!
I didnāt know what the bloody hell was going on, so at first I got angry, yelling and asking what the fuck they were doing, but the way they were all laughing made me catch on pretty quick that this was just a prank. So bugger it, I went along with it. Ethan had another roll of the same kinda tape, and he was tying my ankles together, didnāt bother me at all since I was just wearing simple blue jeans and a white print t-shirt. Then Robbo wrapped me up around and around my chest and arms, basically pinning my arms a little to my sides but also behind my back. I tell ya what, he did a damn good job because I could barely move to save my life.
Ethan just kept going further up my legs, after he wrapped tape around my ankles about ten or so times, he did the same thing below, then above my knees, and then around my thighs, which low-key got my balls a bit squished, but it wasnāt too bad. Then to top it all off, Stevo came along with a little white rag (yep, the dodgy bastard was in on it too lol) and he stuffed it in my mouth, thankfully not very far or I might have choked! Then each of the boys took turns at putting a strip of duct tape over my mouth. Six in all, and like I said, that shit was sticky as all hell, no way I was just brushing it off or anything. If I was anyone else I probably wouldāve been annoyed.
Truth is though, I couldnāt stop laughing, I had to laugh, because otherwise, unbeknownst to anyone there, I wouldāve started moaning in sheer bloody pleasure. See, I had two secrets in my life at that point... well, more like one secret, and something I was in denial about (More on that later). But my main secret, was that I was into bondage, big time.
I was always tying and gagging myself at home since I got my own place, and I loved it, it was a welcome break from having to be all macho and shit all the time, a chance to relax, be myself, and enjoy the helplessness. But this was different, it was out in public, and I was too embarrassed for people to know. It was good I was laughing so much, because when the tape hit me I went bright bloody red...
Anyway, so Iām there, right? Taped basically head to toe, a rag in my mouth, tape on my face, about a hundred people laughing, joking and filming me with their phones. When the boys sat me down on one of my outdoor chairs, a big cheap plastic chair that I was soon taped to real securely, they taped my waist to the back rest, my thighs to the seat, and my ankles to one of the chair legs. Fuck me, I was so bloody horny by this point that I was hoping like hell nobody would notice the raging stiffy that had been slowly growing in my pants, and was now throbbing with every move I made.
Now, thereād been plenty of points in my life where Iād thought... āHey, that guyās really handsomeā or āFuck that guyās got a great body.ā But the old man had raised me to be a man, and men didnāt think that way about other men. So I always squashed those thoughts before they became anything more. Mind you, they were always there. Also mind you, I always knew I liked girls, I mean shit, I was so heartbroken after Melanie King broke up with me I didnāt eat for nearly three days!!
So... imagine how I felt, when I saw Him.
There I am, taped to a chair, laughing into a gag, hard as a rock and hoping nobody notices, and this absolute angel of a guy enters my view...
His name was Ryan, and I hadnāt known it for most of my life, but he was 100% my dream guy. He was a couple years older than me, and built like a mix between a footy player and a gymnast, slender yet chiseled, lean but powerful. His black-t-shirt was so tight he looked like he would burst out of it, and I wouldnāt have complained if it meant more of that gorgeous olive-skinned body. His dirty blonde hair was cut into a slicked-back fade, and fuck, it suited him so well. His eyes were green like emeralds, hypnotic and enticing, but filled with kindness and understanding. Then there was his smile... holy shit, his smile... it was perfect. Warm, white, wide but not too wide, with the cutest dimples. Bloody hell, just talking about him now, I wanna kiss him and never stop.
The second he walked into my view and stood in front of me, I took no notice of anybody else in my entire backyard. His beautiful eyes were locked with mine, and I didnāt want to blink for fear I wouldnāt see him for even a second. He walked around my chair, and we didnāt break eye contact, he was smiling and laughing with everybody else, but I was awestruck. The attraction was well and truly confirmed when I felt my stiffy get harder than Iād ever felt before.
Duct taped to a chair, the guy I never knew I needed standing next to me, and a hundred witnesses to see me get birthday pranked. Yep, this is how my story starts. But this chapter ends with my favourite part so far...
Ryan, handsome, muscular, gorgeous olive-skinned Ryan was holding a roll of tape in his hands too, heād taken it from Robbo and now he wanted to use it on me, and holy shit I was gonna let him. He looked down at me and smiled, pulling open the tape on the roll like it was nothing, christ he was strong. He then held it in front of my face, and while the crowd laughed and cheered, they probably didnāt notice this, but I sure did:
He winked at me.
Yep, he winked at me, and that was the last thing I saw for a while when he stuck the tape down over my eyes and started wrapping it around and around and around, so quickly too, fuck he was sooo strong (sigh
I spent the next hour or so being tickled with feathers (which isnāt a fetish of mine but it was still fun), having my gag taken off to down a beer before they put it back in, and having a couple girls grind on me to that Wet Ass Pussy song (now THAT was really fun!)
When I was finally released, I found out Ryan had already gone home, which made me real sad, but then as I went inside to grab a beer I noticed something was in my pocket...
His phone number.
TO BE CONTINUED