Here I got tied up and had a lot of fun,and decided to turn this into a bondage story. Read the story below.
Upon his return trip home, Tyler had found that Rob’s son had moved in. His name was Dylan, who was 23, just graduated from college and looking for a job. Dylan was about six feet, 170 pounds, beach blond hair and blue eyes. Tyler had made his way into the house, then went outside. Dylan was washing his car, so being neighborly, Tyler brought Dylan a beer, and they talked. Rob had told Dylan about what a nice guy Tyler was. Dylan told Tyler that we need to spend some time together, you, me and Dad. The conversation turned to bondage, and Dylan mentioned to Tyler that when he played around with rope, he much preferred clothed bondage, because it’s more fun, and your captive can actually feel like he is kidnapped and played with. With those words coming out of Dylan's mouth, both were getting aroused. What Tyler didn’t know was that Rob and Dylan secretly hatching a plan to turn Tyler’s fantasy into reality.
A few days later, Tyler came home from work. Dylan came over to invite Tyler over for a beer. Dylan looked at Tyler, who was wearing a pair of Levi 513 Jeans, a button down shirt and kacki Sanuk Vagabond Sidewalk Surf Shoes with no socks, and said "nice outfit Dude". Tyler said "thanks, let me change, and I will be over". Dylan said, “no, you like fine. Just come on. Tyler tossed his knapsack in the living room, then he and Dylan walked next door and into the house.
Dylan said his Dad was down the basement, and he would be up in a minute. As Tyler looked down the hall, he saw a massage table set up in a bedroom with straps and restraints sitting on top of the table. Tyler asked Dylan what the massage table and straps were for and Dylan replied “you will see”. Just as those words came out of Dylan’s mouth, Rob came up from behind him, stuffed a chloroformed rag in Tyler’s face and in a few minutes Tyler was out cold.
After about twenty minutes Tyler came to, only to find total darkness. Tyler tried to move his wrists, ankles and body, only to find himself secured. Tyler screamed out “let me go”. Dylan said “no”. That’s when Rob said, “Tyler, remember when I first moved in, you invited me over and we got drunk”? Tyler replied “yes”. Then Rob said “remember you said you had been tied up a few times, you liked it, but always wanted to get tied up by a Father and his Son”? Tyler said “yes”. Rob said, “Tyler, just enjoy, your fantasy is about to become reality”. Tyler than had the stereo head phones put on to help block out sound.
After about an hour, Rob and Dylan came back. Tyler had drifted off into a nice nap. It was time to wake him up, as it was Tyler torment time. Nipple Clamps were put into place over his shirt. All of a sudden, Tyler started to squirm in his bonds and moaned into his gag. Rob and Dylan noticed a very nice bulge in his jeans, so it was time for more torment and teasing. During this time, Tyler was being fed Poppers and Rob and Dylan played with Tyler on an off. This continued for about another hour.
The sander was used through Tyler’s jeans for about forty minutes. During this time, Tyler was squirming and moaning into his gag. Between the nipple clamps and the sander, this was a huge combination of pleasure and torment. The restraints were holding Tyler nicely in place, and Tyler was being cum controlled.
By now, almost four hours had elapsed. The lights would be dimmed, so Tyler could drift off and find his headspace. Rob and Dylan left the room. Rob had some business to attend to, but about twenty minutes later, Dylan returned and started to torment Tyler again. Dylan discovered the wet spot in Tyler's jeans, which indicated Tyler has shot a load. Tyler was loving the fact that he was the prisoner, and about ten minutes later, a Tyler shot a second load into his jeans. Feeling that Tyler had enough, Dylan had released him. About an hour after Tyler got home and loved the scene. They would play alot more.
Check out Dylan and Tyler continuing their play, however, Tyler turns the tables on Dylan.
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