(Bobby and I are friends. We have known each other since our Junior Year of College. Though the years, Bobby and I tied each other up and got each other off, but nothing real heavy. One day Bobby ties me up after I come home from work, though nothing heavy. Bobby said after that scene that he is ready to do a heavy bondage scene with me. Read the story and see the pics as to what happens).
One day I took the motorcycle to work. As I was leaving, it looked like it was going to rain, so I had put on the denim jacket. I then put on the rain pants over the Levi's Jeans I wore to work. I then put on the rain jacket over the denim jacket and tucked in the jacket. I could not find the rubber covers that would go over my sneakers, so I opened up my desk drawer, and found my scuba boots in the desk. Being the sneakers were fairly new, I did not want to run the risk of them getting wet and dirty, so I took off the sneakers and socks, and put on the scuba boots. I thought, well, in the event of an accident, they will not protect my feet or ankles much, and my feet will get wet though the boots, but at least my feet would get warm once the boots were wet. I then locked my sneakers and socks up in the desk and left.
I started to ride home, and the traffic was lighter than normal, so I got home pretty quick, beating the rain. A friend of mine Bobby who is also into bondage was visiting on business. Bobby and I had tied each other up, but nothing to heavy. I knew Bobby was staying in a hotel, but I felt I could trust him, so I gave him the combination to open the garage door so he could get in the house. Bobby had arived, and already had the garage door open when I got home. He was sitting in the garage, having a beer. I pulled in the garage and parked the motorcycle. Bobby got up, and had a set of wrist restraints with a lock in his hands. He went on to tell me that I would look good tied up in that outfit. Being I knew and trusted Bobby, and decided to go along so Bobby told me to put my hands behind my back. While I was still sitting on the motorcycle he secured a restraint to each wrist, then locked the restraints together. For about twenty minutes, I was sitting on the motorcycle being told not to move, while he finished his beer. During this time, the garage door was open, though fortunately, none of my neighbors saw me.
Bobby then closed the garage door, and unlocked the restraints, so I could get off the motorcycle. He then paraded me over to the garage door, and locked the restraints together again in front of me, and made me stand in front of the garage door for ten minutes.
Bobby then took me and sat me on the garage door, telling me not to touch myself. He said he was going to get another beer, but went in the house and turned off the garage light to leave me simmer. I felt myself getting quite aroused, and my feet were feeling nice and sweaty inside the scuba boots.
I don't know how much time had elapsed, but Bobby came back and turned on the light. He could see I was aroused but planned to deny me pleasure. By now, I was really hard and my feet were real sweaty inside the scuba boots. My head was starting to get sweaty inside the motorcycle helmet. He picked me up off the floor and moved me to a chair, where he roped my ankles together, then pushed the chair against the wall. Even though my wrists were still tied in front of me he had the chair propped against the wall with me leaning back. I could not shove the chair forward to get it to level out, and with my hands now over my knees, I was not able to touch my cock. Bobby said he would be back, then went into the house and turned off the light.
I think about another forty five minutes had elapsed, but I was not sure. My cock was hard, and got even harder every time I moved my sweaty feet inside my scuba boots. By now, my shirt was soaked with sweat, as I was wearing a denim jacket underneath, and my head was all sweaty inside my helmet. This was getting me even more horny and aroused. After a few more minutes, I felt the great sensation and relief, and my Levis were now wet, but with cum. I did not let out any moans, as I did not want Bobby to know I had a nice hands free orgasm. I sat there in relief, now wanting to be untied, but I was at the mercy of my friend. I guess another fifteen or twenty minutes had elapsed. Finally, Bobby came back to the garage and turned on the light, and saw I was still in the position he left me in. He undid my wrists and the rope off my ankles. I stood up and took off the helmet. He then had me take off the rain pants, and he saw the wet spot inside my Levi's. Bobby asked how I liked being tied up and the hands free orgasm, and I told him I loved it. I told him that when I came home, I was not expecting any bondage. Bobby then bought me a body of water so I could rehydrate.
When we went into the house. Bobby had already started cooking dinner. I went and took a shower and put on clean clothes. After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen, then went and watched a movie.
As we talked, we decided that being we had tied each other up a few times, and though it was nothing heavy, perhaps, we should start getting into heavier scenes, and he would trust me enough to be a willing participant.
The next morning Bobby had to leave. I told him I loved the bondage, even though it was not extreme, any bondage is still better than no bondage. Bobby said he was dead serious about wanting an extreme bondage session by me where he would be the one tied up. He said he would be back in a few weeks, and this time arrange to stay through a Friday night.
The day before Bobby arrived, he called me and said he was ready to be the captured guy in a heavy bondage scene. I asked Bobby if he wanted to tell me about the scene I had in mind, he told me no, he wanted everything to be a surprise.
Bobby arrived around 3:00 Friday afternoon. He opened the garage door, and saw the car was in the garage, but the motorcycle was gone. Bobby left the door opened, and I got home about twenty minutes later. I parked the motorcycle, and took off my helmet. Bobby was sitting there having a bottle of Pepsi. I asked Bobby if he wanted me to tell him about the scene I had in mind, and he said no, he wanted a total surprise in a heavy bondage scene. Bobby was wearing a pair of Levi's, a tee shirt with a light hoodie, a pair of black Asics Wrestling shoes and white socks. For some reason he had the Levi's cuffed at the ankles. I told him to wait in the garage, while I went and got a few things ready.
I went into the bedroom, closed the door and set some things up. I pulled a massage table that I had borrowed from a friend out from underneath the bed. I got out the leather hood, ankle restraints, ropes, a blanket and some vibrators. Bobby knew I had a straight jacket, but he had never seen it. I took the leather hood and the straight jacket, though left the straight jacket in the laundry room. I went into the garage, and asked Bobby if he was ready and he said he was. I then put him into the leather hood, and cinched it up tight so all of the light was blocked out. I pulled the hoodie up over the leather hood and tied that off tight. Bobby said to me this was nice, and asked if he was getting handcuffed or I was using rope. I told him to shut up, as he was the one who wanted a surprise scene. I told him to hold his arms straight out and I slid the straight jacket on to him. I placed the arms in the proper position and strapped them into place. I then secured the rest of straight jacket, to include the crotch strap. Once the straight jacket was secured, I then went and pulled each strap even tighter. Bobby asked me if he was in a straight jacket, and I told him he was. I told him that I had been tied up in several times as I only had it a few months, but told him he was the first person to be tied up in it. I sat him on the stairs of the garage to let him get used to the jacket. After about twenty minutes, I asked him how he felt, and told him if he felt really uncomfortable, I would take him out of the straight jacket. Bobby told me no that he wanted a heavy scene that was full of surprises.
I then took Bobby to the bedroom, where I had him lean on the massage table. I had helped him get into position laying back on the table. Bobby was rock hard and aroused, but I was just getting started. I then put the headphones on and started playing Pink Floyd. Throughout the scene, I would alternate the music between Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin.
With Bobby now laid back on the table, I used the restraints on his ankles then some rope to secure the restraints and ankles to the table. At this point, I left Bobby for about fifteen minutes so he could ponder his predicament.
About fifteen minutes later, I returned. I then took out the eight straps and carefully placed them over his body, securing each strap one at a time. Once each strap was in place, I then pulled each strap very tight, but not tight enough to cut off circulation. Bobby told me this was awesome. I started tapping his cock though his Levis very lightly with a wooden spoon, and this got him quite aroused as I could see him squirming through the straps, and him telling me this was the scene he always wanted. After teasing him for about twenty minutes, I left him alone for about another half an hour.
When I came back, I could see Bobby nice and relaxed and in his head space. I had a rolled joint, and had him inhale four hits. I left him alone for about another five or ten minutes, and when I returned, he was now not only horny but high and horny. He said this just keeps getting better, and asked if I had any poppers, and I told him I did. As I reached into the dresser drawer to pull out the poppers, I told him that would be the last thing he said. I gave him a popper hit in each nostril, then duct taped his mouth shut.
I could see he was quite aroused and wanted to be played with but I just kept feeding him poppers, watching him squirm and moan. Having been in this position myself, I knew he wanted to be played with and shoot, but I was not about to let that happen, at least not yet. Remember back in the garage, he had me tied up and left me to my devices.
By now, he had been tied up about an hour and a half, and I wanted to make him suffer for about another half an hour. I used more duct tape on his mouth, then gave him some more poppers. I then took the blanket, draped it over his body, then used more rope to secure him to the table.
Being Bobby left me to my devices, I was really going to make him squirm. I took out the heavy duty vibrator and started using it on his cock. I could start to read him like a book, where I could get him close then stop. I would continue to do this for the next forty minutes. I knew he was close, so unlike what he did to me, I was going to help him express himself, but he would be shooting his load into his Levi's. After about another five minutes I could hear this loud moan and saw him pulling against the restraints hard. After a minute I stopped and took of the headphones and asked him if he had shot. He nodded his head yes. I was not done. I put the headphones and gave him two more popper hits and started with the vibrator again. Bobby was begging me through the gag to stop, but I just ignored him, and finally he let out another loud moan. I could tell he shot into his Levi's again. I continued with the vibrator some more but he was begging me to stop, so I relented. I would not tease his cock any longer but I knew he wanted out, and left him there for about another twenty minutes.
I then came back and untied him. I sat him up on the table, took of the headphones and hood. I then helped him out of the straight jacket, then helped him over to the bed where I gave him a bottle of water.
After about 20 minutes, he had regrouped, and I asked him what he thought, and he said WOW, that was the best orgasm he ever had.
Bobby then jumped into the shower, and instead of me cooking dinner, I took him out for dinner. On the way to dinner in the car, we talked about the bondage. Bobby told me that while our earlier scenes with bondage that were not heavy, there were still fun and while each of us did have a nice bondage release, Bobby said this was the ultimate. Bobby said we will have to do many more of these scenes going forward.
We arrived at the restaurant, had dinner and a lot of drinks. We wound up taking an UBER back to the house. The next afternoon, Bobby had to leave, but drove me to the restaurant so I could get my car.
For the next two years, whether Bobby was getting tied, or I was getting tied, we always used the straight jacket. Each of us while tied up in the straight jacket always had awesome orgasms. Unfortunately, Bobby took a job with another company, and was moving to California. While we did occasionally talk, we were not able to see each other as schedules always conflicted. I knew that Bobby was bi, and actually met a female who was into bondage. They wound up getting married by a Justice of the Peace. Bobby and his new wife wound up moving to Alaska. I never heard from Bobby again, though I know we enjoyed all of our scenes together.
** I was the subject tied up for all of these pictures.
