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Caught Me Tied Up
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 03:17:57 +0000 UTCEveryone is 18 and fully consenting.
We were eighteen and stupid, and having a lot of fun. I dated this freaky girl sophomore year of college name Stella, and we had been playing with ropes, safe words, the whole checklist of freaky shit. I had varying levels of comfort with the escalating things she was into.
She always knew how to dig into any kink I said "maybe" to, and she loved the humiliation aspect of shit. I admit it was kind of addicting for me as well, and soon enough she had butt plugs in my ass and she was tying my arms and legs so I couldn't move at all while she would have her way with me. At least I got to cum at the end, usually. But, to be honest, it was just as hot when she denied me the release, because that made the next one even better. I wasn't allowed to jerk off, but she was around every single night anyway.
One day, she tied me to the desk chair in my dorm, stuck an especially large butt plug in my ass, then kissed my forehead, and promised to be right back. She had written "faggot" on my ass in sharpie, and my mouth was gagged with one of her dirty socks stuffed into my mouth and a strap around my head holding it in. I was honestly scared, but it was the hottest thing she had ever done. She put on a hulu show for me and closed the door behind her.
After a minute of sitting there in quiet meditation, it hit me that my roommate Connor could come in any minute. My heart started racing. I didn't even know what time it was, since my mind was turned into such a zombie mode when I did these sessions with her. I just prayed to no one that he would be out for a while.
When the door clicked, I couldn't turn my head enough to look, but I was just hoping against hope that it was her and not him. I heard a couple footsteps, and felt my body turn red with anticipation. The footsteps stopped, and I breathed an internal sigh of relief. It must be my girlfriend toying with me, as my roommate would've said something by now.
"Dude," said a male voice.
Fuck.
He stepped forward into my line of sight. I was on my back, legs tied to my body, showing my hole, stuffed with a big black butt plug. My mouth was gagged and my dick and balls with hanging out. My abs were covered in sweat and red scratches from the kinky shit my girlfriend did to me before she left.
His eyebrows rose and his jaw dropped.
"Bro what the FUCK??"
I couldn't speak with my mouth gagged, so I just groaned at him, sort of urgently, hoping he would just untie me and then forget this ever happened.
He reached for the back of my head and carefully untied the cloth. When it loosened from my face, I spit out the sock.
"Bro, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were coming home. It was me and Stell. She got me into all this shit."
"No worries, bro," he said between chuckles, "none of my business."
"Thanks dude," I said, "can you just untie me?"
“Okay, okay,” he said. His hands moved slowly down the ropes on my body.
“I’ve always wanted to try this with a girl,” he said cryptically.
He worked the first knot and laughed. “What even is this, a sailor exam?” His eyes dipped and he grinned. “You’re basically a girl down there. Did you shave your ass?”
"No, I just..." I said, not sure how to talk about my most private areas with another dude, "never grew hair there... at least not yet."
He chuckled, but he looked curiously at my ass, barely paying any attention to the rope anymore.
"My balls either," I said.
He attempted to untie the rope closest to my crotch, the one right on my gooch, under my nut sack. Both his thumbs started accidentally brushing against my balls. And the nerves of his face being down at my nuts while I was still fully contricted by ropes was a weird sensation.
"Oh shit," I said, when I noticed that, as he attempted to untie more ropes, my nerves were about to give me a new problem.
Please don't get hard, please dont get hard, I repeated in my head.
But alas, I felt liftoff, and soon my dick was breathing life into itself. It started to slowly move on its own, before showing the typical escalating pulses of a male getting an erection. It was levitating above my abs in less than a minute.
I saw him glance at it, then look away at the knot he was working, then back at my cock.
"I'm so sorry, dude. This is so embarrassing," I muttered, feeling the same rush of blood in my face that my dick was experiencing.
"Bro, it's ok...," he said, "this is weird as fuck, but it stays between us."
I was relieved he was cool with it, but honestly I was intrigued that he was going so slowly with the knots. It was like he wasn't even trying to untie me.
I almost said something, but then his fingers tested a loop of rope near my balls, and the gentle pull tightened my nut sack, which made my dick throb, and I felt the butt plug shift as I involuntarily contracted down there. He saw it. He glanced at my face curiously. I just looked back at him silently. Another curious tug. Then another. My balls drew up, my cock was not only throbbing, but leaking onto my abs in spite of myself, and during a dubious exhale, I made an involuntary sound that was not a no.
He slowed the whole idea of a rescue down to a slow crawl. He was playing the ropes on my body like he was learning a new instrument, tugging different lines to see what made me squirm. He looked closely at the plug in my ass, the large handle sticking out, then back to my eyes. He kept his eyes on my face as he reached down to the butt plug and wiggled it by the handle. It made my gasp. This was a very different experience than I expected to have today. But it was so weirdly erotic, mixed with a built up load since Stella had denied me for three days in a row.
I didn't ask what he was doing, I just grunted lightly as he continued to toy with my body. I silently consented to anything he wanted to do to me. The heat inside me was building, the puddle on my stomach giving me away. I didn't say anything, just letting him do what he was doing. The tension was driving me crazy.
“Huh,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “This is like... doing it for you.” The taboo fact that he just brought up my horniness in the situation both lit me up and terrified me. Neither of us had ever done anything with a guy. That was obvious. None of this was planned. I had been edged for days before this and somehow this was turning all my confusion into tingling static in my body.
"Should I send Stella a pic of me finding you like this?" he suddenly asked.
"Um," I hesitated, my mind coming back to reality for a moment, "yeah... sure. Go for it."
He paused at that, pulled his hands from the ropes on my body, and reached for his phone. He snapped a couple of pictures and sent them to her.
She replied fast: “OMG OMG OMG YES ❤️❤️❤️”
I smiled when I saw that. Of course she would be into this. The weirder thing was that I was apparently into it too, and the weirdest was that Connor was touching my body like this. I wondered how far this was going to go before he untied me.
He went back to pretending to try to untie the ropes on my body, but he quickly abandoned that idea, and grabbed the butt plug again. He pushed it inside me and I gasped. Then he pulled on it slightly, creating pressure. He wiggled it back and forth and watched my dick throb.
"So you like things in your ass?" he said, the devious plans in his head already apparent.
"I mean... yeah. I know it's weird, but... Stella..." he pulled on the butt plug again, making me lose my train of thought. His face turned to a smirk, as he pulled the whole plug out of me. I grimaced, always hating that empty feeling when it was gone. It was hot.
He looked closely at my gaping hole, and put his hands on my thighs over the ropes. He put his thumbs on my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I breathed hard as he started rubbing my ass in circles with his thumbs, getting closer to my lubed hole until he pressed them both into me. He pulled my hole apart a bit and I moaned at the stretch. I didn't know what the fuck was happening but it was clear that my roommate was going to take what he wanted from me, and I wanted him to.
He dug deep with his thumbs for a minute until I had enough.
"Just fuck me, dude," I said.
He looked at me seriously, then dropped his pants and stepped closer, his cock hard and leaking, hovering over my face with a big drop of pre-cum ready to fall.
"Open up," he said.
I opened my mouth without thinking, the drop hitting my tongue before he eased in further. My head was pinned by the ropes against the chair back, so every shallow push had me swallowing more of him. He told me to watch me teeth, and I obeyed. His breathing quickened, but he kept glancing down at the ropes on my body.
"Man... this is insane," he muttered, half to himself, half to me. "Never thought I’d... with a dude." He trailed off when I grunted around him, my body sending mixed signals to my brain.
He gave a crooked grin and traced a finger along the taut rope at my hip. "You’re seriously dripping," he said, his eyes brightening. He reached down, rubbing the bead of pre-cum along the length of my shaft with his thumb. My hips jerked against the restraints.
"Feels like you’ve been holding back for days," he said.
"I have," I admitted, breathless.
He chuckled, then stepped out of his pants and underwear, kicking them aside, and moved around to my ass.
He peeled off his shirt, tossing it on the bed, and I looked at his natural muscle. I had seen him shirtless countless times and never had a gay thought in my life, but in this situation it was different. He was the dude that was about to fuck me, with his real dick. My stomach flipped as I realized it was actually going to happen. He lined himself up, and as soon as I felt the head push against me, I whimpered. I already loved the feeling of toys, plugs, and fingers back there, but this was a new kind of rush. This was a real dick, a strong male holding me still, with a firm grip of his hands on my thighs. And his dick was big. Even bigger than the toys I was used to.
He slid in with a steady push, and I was suddenly out of breath. I moaned, unable to stop myself.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, already pushing harder. He seemed actually curious.
"Yeah," I breathed, watching the way his abs tightened every time he thrust, the deep lines cutting down toward where we were connected. He held my thighs wide, leaning into me with his whole body weight, each motion pressing me harder into the wood on my back. The pressure was constant, intense, almost overwhelming, and he kept bouncing on me with the same rhythm. He'd found his groove and it was working for both of us.
He was clearly enjoying himself, little grunts slipping out with each deeper push. It hit me that he hadn’t brought any girls back lately, maybe this was as much a release for him as it was for me.
The minutes stretched into an hour or so, and he just kept humping me, only stopping for quick breaths. I was melted into it and gooned the fuck out, letting go of any thought except the next thrust. I was in heaven. At the peaks of his thrusting, when he drove in hardest, he’d slide his fingers into my mouth. I’d suck on his thumb, the pad pressed against the inside of my cheek, his gaze locked on me.
Then, without warning, his hand wrapped around my cock. Just a couple firm strokes on my pre-cum slimed shaft and I was gone, the climax slamming through me so hard I convulsed. I came up my own stomach, onto my chest, even to my face. I didn’t even flinch when I came into my own open mouth. I loved the way it felt to finish with something filling my ass, just like Stella had taught me, but this was on another level, this was the best orgasm I’d ever had. Every pulse of release clenched around him.
He groaned and I felt him throb, still thrusting hard. I actually felt the heat of his cum, the sudden flood of juice that coated my insides. His rhythm slowed but didn’t stop, milking every last drop until it was too much for both of us. I felt his cum start to drip out of me before he even pulled out, and when he finally did, it was with a heavy, wet pop. And his load gushed out of me, then spilling down my skin. He looked down at me, chest rising and falling, and smirked.
"Aight so that happened…" he said, stepping back to grab his shirt.
I didn’t even say anything for a minute as he got dressed. Then I lifted my head an inch, “Thanks for that but can you fuckin’ untie me now?”
Comments
IamJustBlake
That was fucking hot! Omg 🥵
memo2dt
Sounds as if he was going to leave him tied up so he could use him whenever he wanted. Will he bring a friend next time? Will his girlfriend walk in while he is getting fucked? Hmmm, I can't wait to find out
