TomBondageESSEX

I first visited the website of TomBondageESSEX when i was younger. I was aimlessly looking at porn websites, discovering my sexuality when I easily became addicted to images on men in bondage. TBSX was a website that made me cum every time I visited. His speciality was men aged 18-25 tied up in various bondage positions and restraints usually in soccer kits, suits, underwear and even on occasions completely naked. I’d grown accustomed to the models and even fancied a few. They were guys just like me who were just normal men who enjoyed being tied up by other guys.

I’d applied to model for his site as soon as I turned 18 but chickened out and stopped replying. I was nervous to be seen. I didn’t want any of my family, friends or worse, employer to find out I was into bondage. Moreover, I didn’t want any of them to see me bound, gagged and made to cum by a guy I met off the internet. After my first bondage session with GothamSex, I was now ready again and so I applied. I typed in my details and then it asked for my fetishes, I practically ticked every box possible even the ones I wasn’t exactly into but wanted to try nonetheless.

We arranged a date and I was due to arrive the Saturday morning. He requested I wear just trackies with no underwear as a wear to get me in the mood. It really wasn’t my thing but I was eager to please. I got an early train to make sure I didn’t lose anytime at all as he only allows sessions to run a maximum of 4 hours to keep it as horny as possible. I arrived at the local train station about an hour early. I saw a coffee shop so ordered a drink and sat down, feeling my nerves mix with anxiety and horniness. I messaged Tom and he said it was fine to come over now. I’d barely drank my coffee but threw it in the bin as I walked down to his house. I rang the doorbell and he opened.

“’ello” Tom said with a smile. Tom was slightly shorter than me with thinning hair but one of the most endearing and cheeky smiles you’ll ever see.

“Hi” I replied.

“Come in”.

I walked past Tom and into his hallway. I smelt his aftershave as I passed and he smelt like a “man”. Tom is what the British would call a chav. He enjoyed wearing tracksuit bottoms and t-shirts. He had a tribal tattoo run down his right arm and you could see he was a hairy guy.

I took my trainers off and walked into his lounge.

“Sit down” Tom said.

I sat down on the sofa as Tom popped out of the room and returned with two beers in hand.

“I know it’s only 10am but it will help with the nerves” he said.

I smiled back remembering I didn’t tell him this wasn’t my first time.

“Are you excited?” Tom asked.

“Yes” I replied shyly.

“Did you go commando as I asked?”

“Yes”.

“Let’s see then”.

Shocked, I slowly pulled down the top of my trackies to show him my cock.

“Good lad” Tom said, I was happy for his approval.

Tom and I spoke for a while about what was going to happen, he asked me to suggest positions and possible clothing options. He knew I was excited to wear worn gear so he already had the boxes out ready for me to choose. I looked through the worn stuff, some of it even had cum stains on it. I recognised the nylon shorts left by “Mike”, the white briefs left by “Dylan” and the black soccer kit once worn by “Jose”. He showed me his website, a site I knew like the back of my hand and asked for pictures I liked from it. I easily opened up the galleries of the models I adored and showed him the various positions and shoots I would masturbate to. Tom didn’t say a lot but I could see he was taking it all in and planning what to do with me.

I changed into Dylan’s underwear but kept my trackies on, I wore an unknown lads white socks and a soccer shirt I had seen many guys wear before. The first position I was to be tied in was on a chair. Tom brought out a wooden dining chair and asked me to sit down. I sat facing forward as Tom went behind me. He grabbed my right hand and I felt something heavy on my wrist, when I heard the click I realised I was being handcuffed as my left hand was then restrained.

“That okay?” Tom asked.

“Yes” I replied still shy.

“I can tell” Tom said almost laughing, I could feel my dick getting hard.

Tom went to another box and got some rope out. He came back to me and started tucking it around my chest and upper body, binding my arms to the chair and then my torso. He went back to the box and picked up duct tape and after cutting off a piece asked “any last words?”

“Be nice” I pleaded and Tom just laughed.

The duct tape was placed tightly over my mouth and a second piece was attached under my chin and connected to the first piece. He grabbed the roll of tape once more and proceeded to wrap the tape around my head tightly. Afterwards, I saw Tom go to another box and came back. He paused and then pressed a strongly smelling sock against my nostrils before placing it over my eyes and binding it behind my head.

“Perfect” he announced.

Tom started to take photos of me as I could hear his camera make noises. Tom reached down from behind me and started to tickle my torso. I moved and squirmed as much as I could before realising it was a lost cause and he took more photos. Later, Tom started to play with my dick more. It was already semi hard but the more he touched it, the more it grew. He took photo after photo and I heard him put down the camera. Tom started to masturbate my over the clothes. Pulling up and down on my dick until I felt it pop out of the briefs and trackies. More photos and then the camera was down again. I felt my trackies and briefs being pulled down and my dick being played with, I could feel something rubbery go over my penis and the wires dangling around. I heard a switch and felt the vibrations, Tom had attached a vibrating cock ring to my dick.

It must have been a simple toy as I could only feel two settings of vibrations, needless to say it was getting me off. I kept trying to touch my dick with various parts of my body without success. I wanted it off almost as much as I wanted it to stay on. He played with me until I started to relax. He could sense I was about to get off on this and cum. The cock ring was instantly taken off and Tom started to untie me.

I felt weird having my eyesight and speech back. My jaw was slightly achy from the tight tape but I felt good. I wanted to go on. Tom suggested we go to the spare bedroom for the next position, he left me to catch my breath as he prepared the room. Before he left, I was asked to change into one of the football kits so I instantly gravitated to Jose’s. I picked up the top and sniffed the armpits, it was still reminiscent of sweat and I was getting off on it. I stripped naked and dressed myself, socks including and walked upstairs.

I saw Tom through the doorway with his back to me preparing ropes. I saw the bed and saw the bedsheet. It was made of shiny black material, rubber perhaps. I guess this was easy to wipe clean. Tom turned around and commented on how “fit” I looked in my outfit. I was once again blindfolded by a used sock and had ropes attached around my torso with my hands tied behind my back. I felt Tom’s semi-hard dick press up against me and I instinctively grabbed it. I knew he was keen to get physical so I went with it and started rubbing his dick as much as I could. He was enjoying it as I could feel his breath getting harder on my neck. I felt his hand go down my shorts and play with my dick for a minute, he pulled up and continued to tie my body with ropes.

I was mummified with rope felt Tom in front of me. He started to kiss me. Slowly at first but then I felt him slip in his tongue and aggressively kissed me whilst holding my head and holding my balance. I was then gagged with a sock and had tape wrapped around my head. I heard photos being taken. Tom rolled me onto my front and attached rope to my legs to my chest. I was now hogtied.

“Try and get out of that!” Tom said sarcastically.

I wriggled around for his pleasure whilst more photos were being taken. Next, my head was lifted up and then my nose was pushed down into a trainer. I breathed in the scent of feet curious to know which one of the lads had worn it. Perhaps it was Tom’s?

I was left for about half an hour before I felt Tom take off the tape around my mouth and remove the sock. I licked my tongue around my mouth to get saliva back where the sock had dried it off and then I felt Tom’s penis on my lips. I opened my mouth eager to please and started bobbing my head back and forth sucking him off. I struggled with my position but wanted to get my Dom off. It seemed to work as I felt him get harder and harder and the groaning was getting louder. After he pulled out I thanked him for offering his penis to me.

I was untied and laid on the bed.

“What do you want to do next?” Tom asked.

“What would you like?” I replied.

“Haha! Shouldn’t ask me that lad. You wouldn’ like the answer”.

Tom stared at me intensely. “Take your top and socks off” He demanded.

I took off the soccer shirt and socks off and put them on the ground. I wore only the shorts now but was perhaps the horniest I’d been all day. I had been hard, edged and not yet allowed to cum.

Tom got duct tape and started to tape my mouth shut once again. He used a leather restraints to tie my feet to a metal pole before tying that to the bed with rope, making me unable to move my legs. I was sat upright and asked to put my arms up like a vampire or as if I was about to be mummified. Tom applied cling film around my torso before duct taping my arms to my chest. I lay back down.

“Right. Now is your turn to cum” Tom started.

“Thank fuck” I thought.

“..but you only get to cum if you can hold your breath” Tom continued. I lay there confused. “You see, I will tape your nose shut and you’ll lose all air but I will wank you until you cum”. Breath control. Wow. I hadn’t anticipated this but I definitely ticked in on my application as we had briefly discussed this over email. I wasn’t sure how to proceed, I had already given my consent and I wasn’t exactly in the position to say no. Either way, my dick was ready but was I?

Tom began by getting the camera set up and presumably recording it. I was almost hard but Tom started to wank me off. I felt myself getting as hard as possible and then Tom cut some more duct tape and left it hanging over my nose. He played with my dick again bringing it upright. The tape was then pressed against my nostrils and I felt the air stop.

Immediately I went to panic. I could die. This was serious and dangerous. I trusted Tom as he’d done this with many guys before.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. My concentration went horny images in order to get me to cum. I thought about Jose and his shorts. I thought about Mike being tied to this exact bed. I thought about Dylan and the video where Tom made him shoot his load. I was close but I couldn’t breathe.

I panicked and started moving as much as I could to alert Tom. He ripped of the tape. I breathed heavily for a minute before trying to mouth “again” to Tom.

“Again?” Tom asked and I saw his cheeky smile once again.

“Mmmph” I replied.

We repeated the breath control but this time I stared at Tom. By now, we were both in shorts. I saw his hairy chest and I could see his dick creating a tent in his shorts. I thought about us kissing, how dominant he’d been all day. I thought about him sucking me off, fucking me. I imagined all sorts of things with Tom before I eventually came in his hands. I screamed and shouted in my gag but all that came out was “mmmph, mmmph, mmmph”.

My breath came back and Tom climbed on top of me.

“I…forgot…to…mention…” Tom was saying as he started to wank himself on top of me “…my…cum…always….goes…on…the…sub….”. He was breathing heavily and after a few minutes he came all over my stomach, neck and chin. “Haha! Sorry about that mate” he said, commenting on his cum landing on me.

Tom offered me a shower which I gladly used to clean off the now dry cum on me. I got dressed into my clothes and sat on the sofa. Tom passed me another beer.

“Good session today, got loads of good pictures” Tom commented.

“That’s good” I replied.

“Got Mike comin’ over later. He’s stayin’ the night and we’ll have some fun tomorrow. I mentioned you were comin’ today and he asked for a picture, hope you don’t mind” Tom asked.

“No, not all” I said a bit quickly. Mike was possibly my favourite model and a frequent visitor to Tom’s site.

“Fancy stayin’ too then? Mike liked the look of ya. We could do a double session if you wanted”.

“Absolutely” I said confidently.

“You like him then?”

“One of my faves, yeah” I replied.

“We’ll be having A LOT of fun later then” Tom chuckled.