Spoilers ahead for that story in case you want to read it first
hope you enjoy and please share any feedback you like!Oh, and I figured I’d finally show you what our boys actually look like haha.
Here’s Jack O’Reilly:
And his beloved master, Ryan Caruso:
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Six months ago, my life changed forever. There I’d been, a humble personal trainer in the sprawling country town/city of Alice Springs in Central Australia. I was keeping my head down, trying to build my business, and not incur the wrath of the locals when they found out a bi man was helping them lose weight and keep fit.
But then, my friend Rob had invited me to his mates 26th birthday party at his mates house.
That single night, six months ago today, was the night I met my handsome hunk, my beautiful bondage boi, my Jack. Our first encounter was almost like a foretelling of just what our relationship would be like. I hadn’t known about this, but Rob and the rest of Jack’s friends had planned an innocent prank where they would tie Jack to a chair with duct tape, make him down a few beers, and have some girls they knew grind and dance against him.
I hadn’t really wanted to get involved at the time, mind you if I’d seen Jack earlier that night, I would have been the first one to get the tape ripping off the rolls. Alice was a very traditional sort of place, where things like bisexuality and bondage aren’t exactly commonplace, so I wanted to keep my distance in case I got involved and ended up giving myself away...
Only then, I saw my handsome Jack for the first time, and as fate would have it, he was bound almost head-to-toe in excessive amounts of duct tape, and also heavily gagged with a rag or something like that stuffed in his between his teeth, and so many shiny bands of tape wrapped around his mouth... just how I like my bois.
I remember I tapped Robbo on the shoulder, telling him I was interested after all because it “looked like fun”. Well, that was one way to put it. As I approached I realised with one look at Jack, it was super obvious he was enjoying being taped to the chair like that, how did I know?
Because A) he wasn’t fighting tooth and nail to get out of it and save himself from the public humiliation.
And B) though he was trying and seemingly succeeding to hide it, he had an erection like the Leaning Tower of Pisa!
Rob had handed me a roll of tape with which I could only really do one more thing... blindfold him.
I stepped up to him, and when he saw me, his eyes went wide, he stared at me with longing and with lust, I saw the boner bulging in his netherregions stiffen, that was all the confirmation I needed, this boi liked guys, no doubt about it. With no way to complement him without outing him to the crowd, I didn’t say a single word, I just smiled. I smiled at him like he was the only person in that whole backyard, because to me, he might as well have been.
I could see the anticipation on his tape-wrapped face as he looked up at me while I stood behind him, tape brandished in hand. For the first of many times, I felt an overwhelming sense of power, pride, but also... affection, a desire to protect, a desire to nurture this gorgeous guy bound and gagged beneath me.
I wrapped so much tape around his eyes I’m amazed they didn’t pull half his hair off along with it hahaha! But the best move I made all night... I’d had the forethought to write down my number on a couple pieces of paper in case I picked up that night. And while he was blindfolded and nobody was looking, I slipped one of those into his pocket.
The rest, as they say... is history.
That was six months ago. A different time, a different place, with different people. Everything had changed, not all of it for the better.
But I tell you what was definitely a change for the better, my Jack. The man who I’d helped so much through his journey of self-discovery with being bi, and enjoying who he really was, the man I now happily called my boyfriend for all the land to hear.
The man with whom I’d just moved into an apartment with in the southeast city of Melbourne.
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It had felt like we’d never get there, but as I placed the last of Jack’s footy (football) trophies on the shelf of our spare room, I realised that, holy fuck, we’d finally unpacked the last box of our stuff. This was officially our new home. Between real-estate negotiations, filing paperwork with everybody under the sun, and finding a reliable transporting firm that would get all our furniture and goods to Melbourne undamaged, we’d had a real crazy time of it. But we got there in the end...
Naturally I wanted to share this big moment with my handsome, hunky, well-built boyfriend. So I went to find him in the wardrobe...
Yeah, you heard me, the wardrobe.
Walking into our shared master bedroom wearing a simple grey singlet with navy blue cargo shorts and bare feet, I smiled to myself seeing the great big pile of clothes all folded up on the side of the room. I could already hear him grunting and straining behind the doors...
”Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmph!”
I pulled open the mirror-covered doors to our great big spacious closet, and there he was... my tall, handsome man with his short, fade-cut brown hair, big soulful blue eyes, sexy rugged country boy stubble, powerful country boy muscles that I’d been helping him tone and cut to near-perfection, and completely naked with his huge cock dangling in front of me now, just begging me to start sucking it...
And as was now his natural state, his place of relaxation if you will... I had him bound tightly, sitting down against the back of the wardrobe with more than a dozen coils of soft black bondage rope encircling his muscled bod. But don’t let the “soft” part fool you... I never tied my boi lightly... His bonds were tight, with his hands secured in front of him to a coil surrounding the meat just above his knees. His torso was engulfed in ropes, causing his muscles to look less defined, but when the extra bulges come from ropes, I didn’t mind hehe. His legs too, were wrapped from the ankles up in the most inescapable bonds I could tie.
He moaned sensually into a huge multi-layered scarf-and-tape gag. I’d stuffed a clean, newly bought handkerchief into his mouth first, followed by another that wasn’t brand new but that we’d only used for stuff gags. After that, I repeated this process four times: scarf wrapped over mouth, tape wrapped over mouth, scarf, tape, scarf, tape, scarf, tape.
“Mmmmmmmm... hmmm ymmm...” he muffled grunts and gibberish into his gag instead of words.
“Hey handsome...” I smiled at him, giving my cock a little fondle while I admired his studly bound body and attractive gagged face.
A face that lit up when he saw me, and I imagine not just from being let out of the dark as I saw his cock twitch slightly. I loved making this boy excited, and I knew he was gonna love this.
“Guess what sweetie?” I asked him, leaning against the wardrobe doorway.
“Wmmmmmph?” He mumbled into all the scarves and shiny silver duct tape.
I smiled at him so happily I thought I might cry tears of joy.
“This is our home.”
TO BE CONTINUED
and thank you for the safe “word” inclusion. It always makes me happy!