Part-Time Bondage Model (multiple M/M)
Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2021 10:39 am
Alright, just remember. Just gotta get through this till I pay off rent... and that speeding ticket.. maybe a few new shoes..
Ivan Yang was not exactly in the worst financial situation that one could be in. But he did have it rough. The 21 year old college junior had just gotten caught speeding 100 mph down a what - in his defense - thought was a clear drive down the California I-5 from foggy San Francisco to Southern California. He had just gotten situated in his new home away from home off-campus, the first time he's moved away from his parents, and an incoming transfer student to a new public university in the city. Not to mention the cost of rent and the obscene amount of parties and clubs he had gone to (pre-pandemic times, of course), he had pushed himself into a fiscal corner fairly early on in his new life as a bachelor.
When he was about to give up he came across a flier in one of the bars he frequented: "Wanted: Male Models for Adult Photography Sessions".
So what made it "adult"? Would I be naked? Would this be safe? Ivan was no doubt confident in his physique, having the broad shoulders and slim waist of an ex-swimmer. He had a sharp face and short jet-black hair and a jawline that his ex-girlfriends would describe as jaw-dropping (ba-dum-tss). It's not like anyone would recognize me, right? It even says here that photos retain the model's anonymity...
Already a few beers in, Ivan sent an email to the contact on the flier, along with a few photos of him at the beach rocking just his swim shorts and his natural outline and completely forgot about it until the following week. As his Friday classes ended, he found a message in his inbox:
"Hey Ivan!
Thanks for the interest in becoming one of our models. We've gone through several applications and we'd like to follow up with you. Can you meet up with one of our photographers at this cafe tomorrow at noon?"
Ivan suddenly perked up. He mustered whatever courage he had, and threw away what pride he had into securing the funds he needed to truly start anew without having to worry his parents about completing his degree debt-free.
Chapter 1: You Want Me to Do What?
Ivan sat at a corner table in a local cafe, dressed in a light blue tank, some green shorts and flip flops, perfect for the southern Californian autumn weather. Soon after noon struck, a man dressed in a casual blue button up and grey slacks came up to him.
"Hey Ivan, right? Steven, nice to meet you."
"Likewise. So, is there anything particular about this photoshoot that makes it so.. adult?" Steven laughed at Ivan's concern.
"Well, it was rather vague in our ads," Steven inched in a bit but luckily for Ivan, the cafe was relatively empty save for the baristas who were busy dealing with togo orders to pay attention. "Our current photoshoots that seem to have had a hit lately with customers deal with models in.. well, bondage."
Ivan's interest was piqued. Had he ever been tied up before, or even had those fantasies? Honestly, no. The thought of being potentially kidnapped by people claiming to be simple photographers definitely raised some red flags in his head. "Hey, just to let you know we're not some shady business out to steal your kidneys, kid. We use an actual studio space and everything." Ivan's fear was overpowered by his need to pay off his debts.
"... So, there's like.. safe words and stuff right? Like if I want out?"
"Oh yeah, kid definitely. Of course, we'll pay you for the more intense positions if you can hold out for us. We'll go by your comfort level." Ivan was still really unsure about this but he had very few other options to earn the rates that Steven was providing that quickly. Ivan looked over a detailed contract stating the terms of his participation - essentially signing a waiver.
And so a deal was struck. Steven asked him if he wanted to try modeling that afternoon, just for the experience.
"Oh, I didn't bring anything really fashionable to wear," Ivan said flopping his feet in his sandals.
"Don't worry, this is just to give our rigger some inspiration. We can worry about the clothes another time."
Steven gave Ivan a ride to the studio which was just a few blocks from the cafe. The studio was filled with a lot of natural lighting as well as a black curtain used for backdrop purposes. Inside was another man, about Steven's age Ivan presumed. "Ivan, I'd like you to meet Don. He's our trusted and experienced roper."
"Hey Ivan, how're you doing?" Don seemed like a pleasant dude. The way he spoke put Ivan at ease. "So you're gonna model for us, is that right? Awesome. I've been thinking up new patterns for a shoot idea, but for today I just kinda want to see what material would suit you, and what kind of poses you'd be willing to do. And just so you know, my knots aren't fake - once you're tied, you're tied up good. No one's ever gotten out of my ropes."
"Dude, don't scare the newbie," Steven joked. "He talks big, but he's a big softie. Even his ropes have a lot of care put into them - you'll be able to move comfortably, but he's not lying when he says you won't be able to get out."
"Sounds more like a challenge," Ivan retorted.
"Hey, I like that idea," Don said, " precocious college kid struggles to get loose". Don walked over to his stash of equipment and pulled out a few coils of red cotton ropes. "Alright Ivan, go ahead and sit on that chair."
Ivan slowly complied, wondering about how this was all going to play out. If he didn't like it or if he felt like he was in danger, ... well, he knew some kung fu he saw in movies.
"We're just gonna start off nice and easy with a basic chair tie," Don held both of Ivan's arms behind his back as he coiled the rope around his wrists, creating a simple square knot. Surprisingly, Ivan felt rather comfortable with the feel of the ropes. He didn't notice Don doing the same to his ankles until he yanked a rope from his ankle bindings to his wrists, effectively hogtying him in a sitting position. It wasn't tight enough that his back arched, but his feet were raised off the bottoms of his sandals, exposing his arched soles. His pecs were also jutting out of his tank top, exposing just a hint of his side nipple. This was further accentuated with Don adding a few chest bindings to his upper chest.
"So Ivan, how does that feel?" Don took a step back to admire his work. "Try moving around, it's not too uncomfortable, is it?" Ivan set to sifting back and forth on the chair, as well as attempting to dislodge his wrists from the bindings. But every pull on his arms meant a tug on his legs. He didn't want to show it.. but he was getting quite stiff from the whole experience.
"It's.. professional. I can't really move, but it's kind of like being in a sleeping bag - not a lot of space, but still breathable" Ivan gave a few more involuntary tugs before accepting his current state.
"You definitely already look pretty decent in that getup - too bad we're not shooting today." Steven came up and inspected the work. He took a look at Ivan's raised soles and ran a finger through the grooves of his feet, much to Ivan's dismay.
"Hey!!" Ivan gave a chuckle and quick jolt as he tried to move his feet away.
"Haha, my bad, kid! Couldn't resist. Gotta think of what angles we could get the most interesting shots. Alright Don, get him out of it." Don got Ivan untied as quickly as he had been tied up, so quickly that Ivan thought that there must have been some hidden slipknot. His excitement in his groin had subsided for now as he was excited about the next pose he might get to try.
Before the afternoon was over, Ivan was hogtied regularly on the floor, frogtied, tied in a line with his hands attached to his side, and tied to a bed frame. Each time, Don was quick in his work, and each time, Ivan had to hide his evident excitement. At the end of the session and an exchange of thank yous between him and Don, Steven gave Ivan a ride back to his apartment, but not before giving him an advanced payment for his services today.
"Huh? But you didn't even get any shots of me," Ivan asked.
"Well, you indulged us in figuring out what kinds of ties we can try out for next time. Plus, you gave Don some practice time! He used to practice on me, but I'm not exactly the most flexible person. Ah youth, to be young and full of energy in your limbs." Ivan and Steven shared a good laugh as Ivan exited the car.
"Thanks for today, Steven. Can't wait to be working with you for the shoot," Ivan said.
"No worries, and thank you Ivan. We'll keep in touch at the end of next week with details of the shoot!" Steven drove off, leaving Ivan to his thoughts. That night, he had a hard time getting to bed. Since he was a thorough researcher, he spent the latter half of the evening viewing sites of men in bondage... purely for research purposes only....
And so did Ivan's junior year of college kick off to a knotty start.
TBC
Ivan Yang was not exactly in the worst financial situation that one could be in. But he did have it rough. The 21 year old college junior had just gotten caught speeding 100 mph down a what - in his defense - thought was a clear drive down the California I-5 from foggy San Francisco to Southern California. He had just gotten situated in his new home away from home off-campus, the first time he's moved away from his parents, and an incoming transfer student to a new public university in the city. Not to mention the cost of rent and the obscene amount of parties and clubs he had gone to (pre-pandemic times, of course), he had pushed himself into a fiscal corner fairly early on in his new life as a bachelor.
When he was about to give up he came across a flier in one of the bars he frequented: "Wanted: Male Models for Adult Photography Sessions".
So what made it "adult"? Would I be naked? Would this be safe? Ivan was no doubt confident in his physique, having the broad shoulders and slim waist of an ex-swimmer. He had a sharp face and short jet-black hair and a jawline that his ex-girlfriends would describe as jaw-dropping (ba-dum-tss). It's not like anyone would recognize me, right? It even says here that photos retain the model's anonymity...
Already a few beers in, Ivan sent an email to the contact on the flier, along with a few photos of him at the beach rocking just his swim shorts and his natural outline and completely forgot about it until the following week. As his Friday classes ended, he found a message in his inbox:
"Hey Ivan!
Thanks for the interest in becoming one of our models. We've gone through several applications and we'd like to follow up with you. Can you meet up with one of our photographers at this cafe tomorrow at noon?"
Ivan suddenly perked up. He mustered whatever courage he had, and threw away what pride he had into securing the funds he needed to truly start anew without having to worry his parents about completing his degree debt-free.
Chapter 1: You Want Me to Do What?
Ivan sat at a corner table in a local cafe, dressed in a light blue tank, some green shorts and flip flops, perfect for the southern Californian autumn weather. Soon after noon struck, a man dressed in a casual blue button up and grey slacks came up to him.
"Hey Ivan, right? Steven, nice to meet you."
"Likewise. So, is there anything particular about this photoshoot that makes it so.. adult?" Steven laughed at Ivan's concern.
"Well, it was rather vague in our ads," Steven inched in a bit but luckily for Ivan, the cafe was relatively empty save for the baristas who were busy dealing with togo orders to pay attention. "Our current photoshoots that seem to have had a hit lately with customers deal with models in.. well, bondage."
Ivan's interest was piqued. Had he ever been tied up before, or even had those fantasies? Honestly, no. The thought of being potentially kidnapped by people claiming to be simple photographers definitely raised some red flags in his head. "Hey, just to let you know we're not some shady business out to steal your kidneys, kid. We use an actual studio space and everything." Ivan's fear was overpowered by his need to pay off his debts.
"... So, there's like.. safe words and stuff right? Like if I want out?"
"Oh yeah, kid definitely. Of course, we'll pay you for the more intense positions if you can hold out for us. We'll go by your comfort level." Ivan was still really unsure about this but he had very few other options to earn the rates that Steven was providing that quickly. Ivan looked over a detailed contract stating the terms of his participation - essentially signing a waiver.
And so a deal was struck. Steven asked him if he wanted to try modeling that afternoon, just for the experience.
"Oh, I didn't bring anything really fashionable to wear," Ivan said flopping his feet in his sandals.
"Don't worry, this is just to give our rigger some inspiration. We can worry about the clothes another time."
Steven gave Ivan a ride to the studio which was just a few blocks from the cafe. The studio was filled with a lot of natural lighting as well as a black curtain used for backdrop purposes. Inside was another man, about Steven's age Ivan presumed. "Ivan, I'd like you to meet Don. He's our trusted and experienced roper."
"Hey Ivan, how're you doing?" Don seemed like a pleasant dude. The way he spoke put Ivan at ease. "So you're gonna model for us, is that right? Awesome. I've been thinking up new patterns for a shoot idea, but for today I just kinda want to see what material would suit you, and what kind of poses you'd be willing to do. And just so you know, my knots aren't fake - once you're tied, you're tied up good. No one's ever gotten out of my ropes."
"Dude, don't scare the newbie," Steven joked. "He talks big, but he's a big softie. Even his ropes have a lot of care put into them - you'll be able to move comfortably, but he's not lying when he says you won't be able to get out."
"Sounds more like a challenge," Ivan retorted.
"Hey, I like that idea," Don said, " precocious college kid struggles to get loose". Don walked over to his stash of equipment and pulled out a few coils of red cotton ropes. "Alright Ivan, go ahead and sit on that chair."
Ivan slowly complied, wondering about how this was all going to play out. If he didn't like it or if he felt like he was in danger, ... well, he knew some kung fu he saw in movies.
"We're just gonna start off nice and easy with a basic chair tie," Don held both of Ivan's arms behind his back as he coiled the rope around his wrists, creating a simple square knot. Surprisingly, Ivan felt rather comfortable with the feel of the ropes. He didn't notice Don doing the same to his ankles until he yanked a rope from his ankle bindings to his wrists, effectively hogtying him in a sitting position. It wasn't tight enough that his back arched, but his feet were raised off the bottoms of his sandals, exposing his arched soles. His pecs were also jutting out of his tank top, exposing just a hint of his side nipple. This was further accentuated with Don adding a few chest bindings to his upper chest.
"So Ivan, how does that feel?" Don took a step back to admire his work. "Try moving around, it's not too uncomfortable, is it?" Ivan set to sifting back and forth on the chair, as well as attempting to dislodge his wrists from the bindings. But every pull on his arms meant a tug on his legs. He didn't want to show it.. but he was getting quite stiff from the whole experience.
"It's.. professional. I can't really move, but it's kind of like being in a sleeping bag - not a lot of space, but still breathable" Ivan gave a few more involuntary tugs before accepting his current state.
"You definitely already look pretty decent in that getup - too bad we're not shooting today." Steven came up and inspected the work. He took a look at Ivan's raised soles and ran a finger through the grooves of his feet, much to Ivan's dismay.
"Hey!!" Ivan gave a chuckle and quick jolt as he tried to move his feet away.
"Haha, my bad, kid! Couldn't resist. Gotta think of what angles we could get the most interesting shots. Alright Don, get him out of it." Don got Ivan untied as quickly as he had been tied up, so quickly that Ivan thought that there must have been some hidden slipknot. His excitement in his groin had subsided for now as he was excited about the next pose he might get to try.
Before the afternoon was over, Ivan was hogtied regularly on the floor, frogtied, tied in a line with his hands attached to his side, and tied to a bed frame. Each time, Don was quick in his work, and each time, Ivan had to hide his evident excitement. At the end of the session and an exchange of thank yous between him and Don, Steven gave Ivan a ride back to his apartment, but not before giving him an advanced payment for his services today.
"Huh? But you didn't even get any shots of me," Ivan asked.
"Well, you indulged us in figuring out what kinds of ties we can try out for next time. Plus, you gave Don some practice time! He used to practice on me, but I'm not exactly the most flexible person. Ah youth, to be young and full of energy in your limbs." Ivan and Steven shared a good laugh as Ivan exited the car.
"Thanks for today, Steven. Can't wait to be working with you for the shoot," Ivan said.
"No worries, and thank you Ivan. We'll keep in touch at the end of next week with details of the shoot!" Steven drove off, leaving Ivan to his thoughts. That night, he had a hard time getting to bed. Since he was a thorough researcher, he spent the latter half of the evening viewing sites of men in bondage... purely for research purposes only....
And so did Ivan's junior year of college kick off to a knotty start.
TBC