The New Tenant (M/M) - *NEW CHAPTER 8th NOV*
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2021 5:55 am
This story was inspired by one of [mention]bondagefreak[/mention]'s picture challenges - BONDAGEFREAK'S INITIATION CHALLENGE
[mention]Volobond[/mention] and [mention]wataru14[/mention] have also written short stories to go with these pictures. You can link to them here: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?p=106070#p106070.
The New Tenant (M/M)
I couldn’t believe it. I’d landed the job of my dreams in the big city and they wanted me to start as soon as possible. Finally I could leave my parent’s house and their sleepy little village behind and start a brand new life of my own. I couldn’t wait to find out what new experiences awaited me out there in the real world.
The only problem was most of the accommodation on offer was stupidly expensive and anything even remotely close to my price range was gone within seconds of being advertised. It looked like if I wanted to get my foot in the door I’d need to take a gamble and hope for the best.
So, when a small room in a house share in the right location appeared for what looked like an incredibly good price I jumped at the chance and sent off a message expressing my interest.
I got a response almost immediately. He said he’d had a lot of interest already but was still looking for the right tenant. He’d sent a questionnaire for me to fill out and requested I send over a photo of myself as proof of identity. At the time it seemed a little bit strange but I understood his desire to share his house with people he’d be compatible with. I dutifully filled out the questionnaire, snapped a quick selfie and sent them off.
A few minutes later I got an answer back saying the room was mine and I could move in whenever I was ready.
And so it was that I found myself outside the front door of a well-kept house in a leafy suburban street just over a week later. The large rucksack on my back and the two battered suitcases in my hands held all my worldly goods. It was with some trepidation that I knocked on the door of what I hoped would be my new home, nervous to meet my new landlord. I waited for what seemed like an eternity but eventually I heard footsteps on the other side of the door, a key turned in the lock and the door opened.
Oh my god. This guy was really hot. Tall and muscular, dressed in T-shirt and shorts with white socks poking out of a pair of pristine trainers. Beads of sweat on his forehead and some slightly laboured breathing suggested I’d distracted him from his afternoon workout. The smell of deodorant with an undertone of sweat drifted out to greet me. I suddenly realised he was he holding out his hand, a cocky grin on his face. Had he said something to me and I’d been too distracted to notice?
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I said nice to meet you. You must be Jack. I’m Dan. Do you like what you see?” His smirk widened taking over his whole face. “The house and location I mean!”
Too late! I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and quickly looked down, holding out my hand to shake his proffered one, trying to conceal my embarrassment. He crushed my hand in a firm grip that went on for just a moment too long. You only get one chance at a first impression and I’d gone for schoolboy who’s just seen his first crush. Damn it!
“It’s great.” I stammered, risking another look at him. He just smiled and invited me through the doorway and into his personal slice of paradise.
A beautiful hallway with all the original period features greeted me. A well-equipped kitchen with views of a lush and vibrant garden was visible through a doorway at the back. A grand lounge full of comfy sofas, a massive TV and what looked like every games console under the sun was through a door on the right. The walls of the room were lined with shelves groaning under the weight of Blu-rays and video games. Initial disappointment at the lack of any books was soon dispelled when we entered the library. Leather chairs, ornate wooden shelving, even a ladder on runners to reach the higher shelves and thousands and thousands of books.
As Dan conducted the tour I shuffled along in silence barely able to take in everything that I was seeing. This couldn’t be true. There’s no way the rent he was asking for could cover something as amazing as this. My mouth must have dropped open at some point because Dan joked, “I’d keep you’re mouth closed if I were you, you never know when someone might come along and shove something in it!” My mouth closed with a snap as more embarrassment flooded through me.
“So those are the main living areas of the house with some more spaces down in the basement. Shall I show you your room now?”
Without waiting for an answer he grabbed my cases and started up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I spent a couple of moments admiring his ascending bottom before hurrying after him. At the very top of the house he stopped before a door and produced a key.
“After you” he said stepping back and allowing me to open the door.
Compared to the splendour of the ground floor this room was a bit of a disappointment. A double bedframe and mattress pushed into the far corner, a worn wooden chair, magnolia walls. There were various items strewn about suggesting this room was used as a bit of a dumping ground but it was clean enough. A blank canvas to work with.
I moved into the room and Dan followed, closing the door behind him. I was about to turn around when I was grabbed from behind, my scream cut short as I plunged forward face first into the muffling embrace of the mattress. My wrists were quickly pulled together behind my back and rope was spun around them at a furious pace, locking them together. More rope was quickly wrapped around my forearms, over my shoulders and around my chest.
I tried to kick out but Dan just grabbed my legs and flipped them onto the bed before ensnaring them in another network of rope. As a final flourish he bent my legs back towards my bottom and tied them off to my wrists. Satisfied with his work he pulled the chair over and sat down next to the bed, waiting to see my reaction.
As my brain finally caught up with what had just happened I began to struggle like mad, squirming backwards and forwards across the mattress. At the same time a loud and continuous stream of expletives and threats left my mouth, all of them aimed at Dan. He just sat there and watched, an unreadable expression on his face.
Eventually it became clear that there was no chance of escape, I was completely in this man’s power. I stopped struggling and lay exhausted on the mattress, my laboured breathing the only sound in the room.
Why was he just sitting there watching me, in his tight T-shirt and shorts? He might have just tied me up against my will but he was still the sexiest man I’d ever seen. The fact that he’d so thoroughly and completely dominated me just seemed to enhance his sex appeal. What the hell was going on? And what was that uncomfortable sensation growing in my trousers?
Finally he moved, bending over to unlace and remove his trainers to reveal his large, white socked feet. He settled back into the chair and propped his feet up on the bed, inches away from my face.
A musky scent began to filter its way into my nostrils. His socks had clearly soaked up a large quantity of sweat during his recent work-out but thankfully that was all there was.
The scent was doing strange things to my brain. Surely I should be trying to move away in disgust but instead I found my body slowly trying to inch its way closer, desperate to inhale as much of that alpha male musk as it could. Dan’s feet stayed exactly where they were and yet somehow I ended up with my nose buried deep in the arch of his foot.
“Do you like that boy?” Dan’s deep voice broke the silence in the room.
“Yes, sir.” My answer somewhat muffled by the foot in front of my face. The honorific kicked in automatically following my years at boarding school. There was only one response to an authoritative voice like that.
“Good. I thought you looked promising based on your questionnaire responses and your photo was pretty cute. You’re even cuter in real life, tied up in my ropes with your nose buried in my foot.” He brought his other foot into play, running it over my head and forcing my nose deeper into the arch of the first foot. What was happening to me?
The sock was good but I desperately wanted to see and smell and taste the foot hidden inside it. Almost by instinct my tongue crept out of its moist lair and started to probe the sock for weaknesses. Dan must have felt this because he bent forward and began to peel his socks off, exposing first a heel, followed by a smooth sole and finally five short, plump toes.
My tongue knew what to do and went to work, swirling across his sole and darting in and out of the gaps between his toes. The salty taste of his sweat flooded my mouth, the rich, earthy scent of his foot intoxicated my nose and the soft skin of his soles caressed my lips.
A moan escaped Dan’s lips and I cast a brief glance towards his face. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. The fingers of his hands were laced together behind his head, thrusting his chest forward, the outline of his large nipples just visible beneath the fabric of his T-shirt. As my eyes drifted downwards it became abundantly clear just how much he was enjoying this and, much to my surprise, so was I. Thankfully my bulge was crushed between my body and the mattress, sparing me further embarrassment.
I’m not sure how long I spent worshipping his feet but eventually the sound of a door opening somewhere below brought us both back to our senses.
“Sounds like Adam’s back. He’d love to meet you like this but I’m not sure you’re ready for that yet.” He stood up and ran a teasing finger across my socked foot causing me to flinch away. “You see what I mean?”
He bent down and picked one of his discarded socks up off the floor.
“Just to make sure you don’t accidentally make a noise and alert him I’m going to have to gag you.”
He balled the sock up and started to move it towards my mouth. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this and kept my mouth closed. Of course that only delayed the inevitable. Dan pinched my nose shut and eventually the need for air overwhelmed all other considerations. As my mouth gasped open the inrush of air was accompanied by an inrush of sock. Dan’s dextrous digits forced the sock into every corner of my mouth, pinning down my tongue and puffing out my cheeks.
Before I could even try and spit it out a clear, sticky tape was wrapped around my head over and over again trapping the sock in my mouth. My saliva glands went into overdrive, completing the work that Dan’s sweaty feet had started and turning the sock into a soggy mess, my spit leaching out his sweat so it could trickle down my throat.
Dan crouched down in front of my, grabbing hold of my hair and lifting my head up, forcing me to look him in the eye.
“I think you’re going to fit in perfectly,” he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine, part pleasure, part trepidation.
“In exchange for a cracking deal on the rent you become my personal boy toy. There’ll be plenty of bondage, loads of gags and ample opportunity for you to worship my feet. Something tells me you’ll quite enjoy that. I’m going to leave you like this for now, give you plenty of time to think things over. We’ll talk more in a few hours.”
I struggled half heartedly but to be honest I was quite content to remain as I was. I’d only just met him and yet I felt safe in Dan’s ropes with his sock in my mouth. I’d come to the city looking for new experiences and it looked like I’d already found them.
As Dan reached the door he turned to give me one last look, a grin lifting the corners of his mouth and causing his beautiful eyes to sparkle.
“Don’t worry about the lack of bedding, I’ve got a cosy, well used sleeping bag you can borrow! I’ll even tuck you in myself!”
He left the room and I heard the key turn in the lock. My big city adventure was just beginning.
[mention]Volobond[/mention] and [mention]wataru14[/mention] have also written short stories to go with these pictures. You can link to them here: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?p=106070#p106070.
The New Tenant (M/M)
I couldn’t believe it. I’d landed the job of my dreams in the big city and they wanted me to start as soon as possible. Finally I could leave my parent’s house and their sleepy little village behind and start a brand new life of my own. I couldn’t wait to find out what new experiences awaited me out there in the real world.
The only problem was most of the accommodation on offer was stupidly expensive and anything even remotely close to my price range was gone within seconds of being advertised. It looked like if I wanted to get my foot in the door I’d need to take a gamble and hope for the best.
So, when a small room in a house share in the right location appeared for what looked like an incredibly good price I jumped at the chance and sent off a message expressing my interest.
I got a response almost immediately. He said he’d had a lot of interest already but was still looking for the right tenant. He’d sent a questionnaire for me to fill out and requested I send over a photo of myself as proof of identity. At the time it seemed a little bit strange but I understood his desire to share his house with people he’d be compatible with. I dutifully filled out the questionnaire, snapped a quick selfie and sent them off.
A few minutes later I got an answer back saying the room was mine and I could move in whenever I was ready.
And so it was that I found myself outside the front door of a well-kept house in a leafy suburban street just over a week later. The large rucksack on my back and the two battered suitcases in my hands held all my worldly goods. It was with some trepidation that I knocked on the door of what I hoped would be my new home, nervous to meet my new landlord. I waited for what seemed like an eternity but eventually I heard footsteps on the other side of the door, a key turned in the lock and the door opened.
Oh my god. This guy was really hot. Tall and muscular, dressed in T-shirt and shorts with white socks poking out of a pair of pristine trainers. Beads of sweat on his forehead and some slightly laboured breathing suggested I’d distracted him from his afternoon workout. The smell of deodorant with an undertone of sweat drifted out to greet me. I suddenly realised he was he holding out his hand, a cocky grin on his face. Had he said something to me and I’d been too distracted to notice?
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I said nice to meet you. You must be Jack. I’m Dan. Do you like what you see?” His smirk widened taking over his whole face. “The house and location I mean!”
Too late! I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and quickly looked down, holding out my hand to shake his proffered one, trying to conceal my embarrassment. He crushed my hand in a firm grip that went on for just a moment too long. You only get one chance at a first impression and I’d gone for schoolboy who’s just seen his first crush. Damn it!
“It’s great.” I stammered, risking another look at him. He just smiled and invited me through the doorway and into his personal slice of paradise.
A beautiful hallway with all the original period features greeted me. A well-equipped kitchen with views of a lush and vibrant garden was visible through a doorway at the back. A grand lounge full of comfy sofas, a massive TV and what looked like every games console under the sun was through a door on the right. The walls of the room were lined with shelves groaning under the weight of Blu-rays and video games. Initial disappointment at the lack of any books was soon dispelled when we entered the library. Leather chairs, ornate wooden shelving, even a ladder on runners to reach the higher shelves and thousands and thousands of books.
As Dan conducted the tour I shuffled along in silence barely able to take in everything that I was seeing. This couldn’t be true. There’s no way the rent he was asking for could cover something as amazing as this. My mouth must have dropped open at some point because Dan joked, “I’d keep you’re mouth closed if I were you, you never know when someone might come along and shove something in it!” My mouth closed with a snap as more embarrassment flooded through me.
“So those are the main living areas of the house with some more spaces down in the basement. Shall I show you your room now?”
Without waiting for an answer he grabbed my cases and started up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I spent a couple of moments admiring his ascending bottom before hurrying after him. At the very top of the house he stopped before a door and produced a key.
“After you” he said stepping back and allowing me to open the door.
Compared to the splendour of the ground floor this room was a bit of a disappointment. A double bedframe and mattress pushed into the far corner, a worn wooden chair, magnolia walls. There were various items strewn about suggesting this room was used as a bit of a dumping ground but it was clean enough. A blank canvas to work with.
I moved into the room and Dan followed, closing the door behind him. I was about to turn around when I was grabbed from behind, my scream cut short as I plunged forward face first into the muffling embrace of the mattress. My wrists were quickly pulled together behind my back and rope was spun around them at a furious pace, locking them together. More rope was quickly wrapped around my forearms, over my shoulders and around my chest.
I tried to kick out but Dan just grabbed my legs and flipped them onto the bed before ensnaring them in another network of rope. As a final flourish he bent my legs back towards my bottom and tied them off to my wrists. Satisfied with his work he pulled the chair over and sat down next to the bed, waiting to see my reaction.
As my brain finally caught up with what had just happened I began to struggle like mad, squirming backwards and forwards across the mattress. At the same time a loud and continuous stream of expletives and threats left my mouth, all of them aimed at Dan. He just sat there and watched, an unreadable expression on his face.
Eventually it became clear that there was no chance of escape, I was completely in this man’s power. I stopped struggling and lay exhausted on the mattress, my laboured breathing the only sound in the room.
Why was he just sitting there watching me, in his tight T-shirt and shorts? He might have just tied me up against my will but he was still the sexiest man I’d ever seen. The fact that he’d so thoroughly and completely dominated me just seemed to enhance his sex appeal. What the hell was going on? And what was that uncomfortable sensation growing in my trousers?
Finally he moved, bending over to unlace and remove his trainers to reveal his large, white socked feet. He settled back into the chair and propped his feet up on the bed, inches away from my face.
A musky scent began to filter its way into my nostrils. His socks had clearly soaked up a large quantity of sweat during his recent work-out but thankfully that was all there was.
The scent was doing strange things to my brain. Surely I should be trying to move away in disgust but instead I found my body slowly trying to inch its way closer, desperate to inhale as much of that alpha male musk as it could. Dan’s feet stayed exactly where they were and yet somehow I ended up with my nose buried deep in the arch of his foot.
“Do you like that boy?” Dan’s deep voice broke the silence in the room.
“Yes, sir.” My answer somewhat muffled by the foot in front of my face. The honorific kicked in automatically following my years at boarding school. There was only one response to an authoritative voice like that.
“Good. I thought you looked promising based on your questionnaire responses and your photo was pretty cute. You’re even cuter in real life, tied up in my ropes with your nose buried in my foot.” He brought his other foot into play, running it over my head and forcing my nose deeper into the arch of the first foot. What was happening to me?
The sock was good but I desperately wanted to see and smell and taste the foot hidden inside it. Almost by instinct my tongue crept out of its moist lair and started to probe the sock for weaknesses. Dan must have felt this because he bent forward and began to peel his socks off, exposing first a heel, followed by a smooth sole and finally five short, plump toes.
My tongue knew what to do and went to work, swirling across his sole and darting in and out of the gaps between his toes. The salty taste of his sweat flooded my mouth, the rich, earthy scent of his foot intoxicated my nose and the soft skin of his soles caressed my lips.
A moan escaped Dan’s lips and I cast a brief glance towards his face. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. The fingers of his hands were laced together behind his head, thrusting his chest forward, the outline of his large nipples just visible beneath the fabric of his T-shirt. As my eyes drifted downwards it became abundantly clear just how much he was enjoying this and, much to my surprise, so was I. Thankfully my bulge was crushed between my body and the mattress, sparing me further embarrassment.
I’m not sure how long I spent worshipping his feet but eventually the sound of a door opening somewhere below brought us both back to our senses.
“Sounds like Adam’s back. He’d love to meet you like this but I’m not sure you’re ready for that yet.” He stood up and ran a teasing finger across my socked foot causing me to flinch away. “You see what I mean?”
He bent down and picked one of his discarded socks up off the floor.
“Just to make sure you don’t accidentally make a noise and alert him I’m going to have to gag you.”
He balled the sock up and started to move it towards my mouth. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this and kept my mouth closed. Of course that only delayed the inevitable. Dan pinched my nose shut and eventually the need for air overwhelmed all other considerations. As my mouth gasped open the inrush of air was accompanied by an inrush of sock. Dan’s dextrous digits forced the sock into every corner of my mouth, pinning down my tongue and puffing out my cheeks.
Before I could even try and spit it out a clear, sticky tape was wrapped around my head over and over again trapping the sock in my mouth. My saliva glands went into overdrive, completing the work that Dan’s sweaty feet had started and turning the sock into a soggy mess, my spit leaching out his sweat so it could trickle down my throat.
Dan crouched down in front of my, grabbing hold of my hair and lifting my head up, forcing me to look him in the eye.
“I think you’re going to fit in perfectly,” he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine, part pleasure, part trepidation.
“In exchange for a cracking deal on the rent you become my personal boy toy. There’ll be plenty of bondage, loads of gags and ample opportunity for you to worship my feet. Something tells me you’ll quite enjoy that. I’m going to leave you like this for now, give you plenty of time to think things over. We’ll talk more in a few hours.”
I struggled half heartedly but to be honest I was quite content to remain as I was. I’d only just met him and yet I felt safe in Dan’s ropes with his sock in my mouth. I’d come to the city looking for new experiences and it looked like I’d already found them.
As Dan reached the door he turned to give me one last look, a grin lifting the corners of his mouth and causing his beautiful eyes to sparkle.
“Don’t worry about the lack of bedding, I’ve got a cosy, well used sleeping bag you can borrow! I’ll even tuck you in myself!”
He left the room and I heard the key turn in the lock. My big city adventure was just beginning.