Humiliation at its finest (M+/M)
Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2022 3:31 am
Obviously this story is fictional but takes place about six months after the last story with my friend Derek. At this point, he’s tied me up a number of times and although nothing was as intense as the first, I was usually naked and had a good time. However, this crosses the line.
I knocked on Derek’s door and waited. I was done fighting my love for being bound and to finally have someone to tie me up on at least a semi regular basis was an unknown dream come true. It had been a couple weeks now since he’d last tied me up, an hours long excursion that saw me bound naked to a chair for a couple of hours while I was teased with the infamous ring. This time, there was something special planned apparently.
Derek opened the door, and smiled. “Hey there,” he said with a grin, “what brings you here?”
“You know,” I said. Throughout this time of being tied by him, he’d respected my limits a bit more than he had the first time, with each session usually lasting a few hours and rarely involving anything too crazy. I was expecting that this time.
“What do you say?” Derek asked.
“Can you please tie me up afain?” I asked, submissively albeit with a groan.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Derek said with a smile and closed the door behind me as I walked into the house. “This time, I wanna tie you up in the living room,” he said.
“With those windows?” I asked. He shut the blinds as if not to give me anything to worry about. But I’d come to find that was just a false sense of security.
“First, strip naked and cross your wrists behind your back,” Derek commanded. I shyly took my clothes off. The shirt wasn’t a problem but many times he’d tie my hands and gag me before stripping me naked himself. As I lowered my underpants, my love for being tied up became abundantly clear. I turned around and crossed my wrists behind my back.
“Such a good boy,” Derek taunted before I heard the unwrapping of a roll of duct tape and felt it bind my crossed wrists behind my back. Once my hands were secured behind me, he did a loop around me to secure them to my back before working up my upper body to my collar bone, wrapping me four or five times in the inescapable tape.
“Wow, tying me good this time,” I commented, not out of objection but curiosity.
“Oh I’ve got something special planned for you today,” Derek said with a grin as he finished his work on my upper body. I had no idea what was in store for me.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. I did as I was told, excited to be bound and gagged. He pulled a sock out of his pocket, “haven’t washed this in a while. Tried to find the smelliest one possible,” he said before stuffing the dirty sock in my mouth and applying three layers of tape over it to keep it secure.
“I know you like stinky stuff when you’re tied, so there you go,” Derek said. Since he’d tied me probably 10-12 times since that last story, he’d found what I liked. I’d told him that I’d often use my own dirty socks and underwear as a gag during self bondage. I let out a moan to test the gag, as well as tried to no avail to move my lips. I was gagged good. After that, I felt a spank on my bare ass, another thing that he found I enjoyed.
“Now lay down on the floor,” he commanded. He helped me a bit with my upper body helpless, and I laid face down on his living room carpet, which was actually softer than I expected. Once I was on the floor, I felt him grab my ankles, pulling them together and taping my legs from my ankles to just below my knees.
“Hold on one second,” he said and left the living room. I was unsure of what he left for but he came back in a minute with a rope in his hand. “I can’t believe I’m tying you up and forgot the rope!” He exclaimed. Then he got to work around my waist, looping the rope around my shaft before tying it around my legs and looping it a couple more times to give it a tiny squeeze and secure it in place, with the infamous ring being placed in the middle of that, although it was off for the moment. Of course, as always when I was tied and to my embarrassment, I was rock hard.
With that, I was securely bound. Well, not after another layer of tape was applied just above my knees, because Derek was considerate enough to know that I tied myself as much as possible during my self bondage sessions, which meant I loved having my legs tied as much as possible. Derek wasn’t done tho, as he blindfolded me with a long tube sock I’d left there for just that purpose. After that, I felt a couple spanks on my exposed ass, causing me to whimper.
Now that I was tied, I heard Derek return to the open kitchen and it sounded like he was putting food plates together. Every so often, he’d turn the ring on just for a second to tease me and keep me aroused, which I needed no help with when I was bound naked like that. I moaned under my sock gag, with the gross taste filling my mouth. I never knew what it was about gross smells and tastes (to a degree at least) that turned me on so much and only when tied, but I wasn’t going to question anything in my helpless state. Or at least I thought.
I heard him come over to the living room space again. “Struggle for me,” he commanded and I did so. I gave my bonds a good test but it was no use, I was taped up good. Derek had actually turned more to duct tape after I admitted to him that the feeling and smell of the tape aroused me even more when tied. Of course, he didn’t ask me to pay for all the duct tape he was buying, but simply to be a good boy when bound with it. He teased me once again with the ring before dropping a bombshell.
“So I’ve been seeing this guy Mark, and him and his couple friends Josh and José are coming over in a few. Don’t worry, they know what’s going on and we all agreed to promise to not tell anyone and not take any pictures or videos tonight,” Derek declared, much to my dismay. Holy fuck, other people would see me like this? How dare he betray my trust like this? And more importantly, why was it kind of arousing that I’d have a group of gay guys watching me struggle around tied up against my will?
The doorbell rang within seconds, and it was Mark. I heard the door open and the exchange of a kiss before footsteps came toward the living room.
“So this is the little skinny guy you were telling me about,” Mark said. I rolled over so that I was facing away from them, my face was red as a tomato.
“Yeah, just remember the agreement. He loves being tied like this,” Derek said.
“Of course,” Mark replied, “now what did you make to eat?” They headed over to the kitchen and then the doorbell rang again. It was Josh and Jose, Derek’s friends. They exchanged greetings.
“The lasagna is still in the oven, so for now why don’t we enjoy some entertainment?” Derek suggested before they all piled into the living room to watch me.
“You gonna be good for everyone?” Derek asked. I nodded, as if I had a choice. I began to struggle around for everyone on the carpet. I was so embarrassed to be exposed as loving to be tied up that I didn’t even know what else to do.
“Watch this guys,” Derek said as he turned on the ring, causing me to moan loudly under my gag and thrash around more.
“What a cute little captive you got there,” Jose remarked as they all observed my naked, blindfolded, bound and gagged body struggle against the pleasure. As the ring was turned up, I began thrusting my hips which everyone watching seemed to enjoy. Then it abruptly stopped, leaving my dick feeling desperate for more. He turned it back on, then off again, teasing me in front of everyone.
“Can I spank him?” Mark asked.
“Of course you can,” Derek replied before I felt Mark slap my ass as hard as he could. I jolted at the pain as everyone laughed at me. Again, Derek had crossed the line and there was nothing I could do.
I knocked on Derek’s door and waited. I was done fighting my love for being bound and to finally have someone to tie me up on at least a semi regular basis was an unknown dream come true. It had been a couple weeks now since he’d last tied me up, an hours long excursion that saw me bound naked to a chair for a couple of hours while I was teased with the infamous ring. This time, there was something special planned apparently.
Derek opened the door, and smiled. “Hey there,” he said with a grin, “what brings you here?”
“You know,” I said. Throughout this time of being tied by him, he’d respected my limits a bit more than he had the first time, with each session usually lasting a few hours and rarely involving anything too crazy. I was expecting that this time.
“What do you say?” Derek asked.
“Can you please tie me up afain?” I asked, submissively albeit with a groan.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Derek said with a smile and closed the door behind me as I walked into the house. “This time, I wanna tie you up in the living room,” he said.
“With those windows?” I asked. He shut the blinds as if not to give me anything to worry about. But I’d come to find that was just a false sense of security.
“First, strip naked and cross your wrists behind your back,” Derek commanded. I shyly took my clothes off. The shirt wasn’t a problem but many times he’d tie my hands and gag me before stripping me naked himself. As I lowered my underpants, my love for being tied up became abundantly clear. I turned around and crossed my wrists behind my back.
“Such a good boy,” Derek taunted before I heard the unwrapping of a roll of duct tape and felt it bind my crossed wrists behind my back. Once my hands were secured behind me, he did a loop around me to secure them to my back before working up my upper body to my collar bone, wrapping me four or five times in the inescapable tape.
“Wow, tying me good this time,” I commented, not out of objection but curiosity.
“Oh I’ve got something special planned for you today,” Derek said with a grin as he finished his work on my upper body. I had no idea what was in store for me.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. I did as I was told, excited to be bound and gagged. He pulled a sock out of his pocket, “haven’t washed this in a while. Tried to find the smelliest one possible,” he said before stuffing the dirty sock in my mouth and applying three layers of tape over it to keep it secure.
“I know you like stinky stuff when you’re tied, so there you go,” Derek said. Since he’d tied me probably 10-12 times since that last story, he’d found what I liked. I’d told him that I’d often use my own dirty socks and underwear as a gag during self bondage. I let out a moan to test the gag, as well as tried to no avail to move my lips. I was gagged good. After that, I felt a spank on my bare ass, another thing that he found I enjoyed.
“Now lay down on the floor,” he commanded. He helped me a bit with my upper body helpless, and I laid face down on his living room carpet, which was actually softer than I expected. Once I was on the floor, I felt him grab my ankles, pulling them together and taping my legs from my ankles to just below my knees.
“Hold on one second,” he said and left the living room. I was unsure of what he left for but he came back in a minute with a rope in his hand. “I can’t believe I’m tying you up and forgot the rope!” He exclaimed. Then he got to work around my waist, looping the rope around my shaft before tying it around my legs and looping it a couple more times to give it a tiny squeeze and secure it in place, with the infamous ring being placed in the middle of that, although it was off for the moment. Of course, as always when I was tied and to my embarrassment, I was rock hard.
With that, I was securely bound. Well, not after another layer of tape was applied just above my knees, because Derek was considerate enough to know that I tied myself as much as possible during my self bondage sessions, which meant I loved having my legs tied as much as possible. Derek wasn’t done tho, as he blindfolded me with a long tube sock I’d left there for just that purpose. After that, I felt a couple spanks on my exposed ass, causing me to whimper.
Now that I was tied, I heard Derek return to the open kitchen and it sounded like he was putting food plates together. Every so often, he’d turn the ring on just for a second to tease me and keep me aroused, which I needed no help with when I was bound naked like that. I moaned under my sock gag, with the gross taste filling my mouth. I never knew what it was about gross smells and tastes (to a degree at least) that turned me on so much and only when tied, but I wasn’t going to question anything in my helpless state. Or at least I thought.
I heard him come over to the living room space again. “Struggle for me,” he commanded and I did so. I gave my bonds a good test but it was no use, I was taped up good. Derek had actually turned more to duct tape after I admitted to him that the feeling and smell of the tape aroused me even more when tied. Of course, he didn’t ask me to pay for all the duct tape he was buying, but simply to be a good boy when bound with it. He teased me once again with the ring before dropping a bombshell.
“So I’ve been seeing this guy Mark, and him and his couple friends Josh and José are coming over in a few. Don’t worry, they know what’s going on and we all agreed to promise to not tell anyone and not take any pictures or videos tonight,” Derek declared, much to my dismay. Holy fuck, other people would see me like this? How dare he betray my trust like this? And more importantly, why was it kind of arousing that I’d have a group of gay guys watching me struggle around tied up against my will?
The doorbell rang within seconds, and it was Mark. I heard the door open and the exchange of a kiss before footsteps came toward the living room.
“So this is the little skinny guy you were telling me about,” Mark said. I rolled over so that I was facing away from them, my face was red as a tomato.
“Yeah, just remember the agreement. He loves being tied like this,” Derek said.
“Of course,” Mark replied, “now what did you make to eat?” They headed over to the kitchen and then the doorbell rang again. It was Josh and Jose, Derek’s friends. They exchanged greetings.
“The lasagna is still in the oven, so for now why don’t we enjoy some entertainment?” Derek suggested before they all piled into the living room to watch me.
“You gonna be good for everyone?” Derek asked. I nodded, as if I had a choice. I began to struggle around for everyone on the carpet. I was so embarrassed to be exposed as loving to be tied up that I didn’t even know what else to do.
“Watch this guys,” Derek said as he turned on the ring, causing me to moan loudly under my gag and thrash around more.
“What a cute little captive you got there,” Jose remarked as they all observed my naked, blindfolded, bound and gagged body struggle against the pleasure. As the ring was turned up, I began thrusting my hips which everyone watching seemed to enjoy. Then it abruptly stopped, leaving my dick feeling desperate for more. He turned it back on, then off again, teasing me in front of everyone.
“Can I spank him?” Mark asked.
“Of course you can,” Derek replied before I felt Mark slap my ass as hard as he could. I jolted at the pain as everyone laughed at me. Again, Derek had crossed the line and there was nothing I could do.