Beautifully Bound in Shades of Grey

A muscular captive, tightly bound, neatly packaged, awaits his captor's pleasure.

His bulging jock shows the extent of his excitement.

It's been a long wait.....

At first the bondage game sounded like fun. Adding spice to a mediocre pick-up.
He awoke still bound, not remembering much about the night before.
He could hear his trick showering nearby and waited to be freed.
He needed to be at work soon.

But his trick didn't free him.
He adjusted his bindings, gagged and blindfolded him.
Then he bundled him into the bathroom, seated him on the toilet and left him.
The front door closed, leaving only silence.

After a while the seat felt hard on his bare bottom.

Not quite believing what was happening, he called out - at least he tried to. 

But the gag incorporated a plug which seemed to fill the deepest recesses of his mouth.

Trapping his tongue underneath . It had a bitter taste.

It allowed him to grunt, no more. No-one came

The strap was tight too, pulling on his jaw, which soon began to ache.

He tried to free himself from the ropes, twisting his arms, swiveling round.

But his biceps were pinned tight to his sides, his wrists pulled up towards his shoulders.

He could hardly move them at all and he couldn't see anything.

He would be late for work if he couldn't free himself soon.

 His knees were roped tightly together, 

preventing any movement of the ankles.

He could stand up and hopped around to find the door .

 The tiled floor felt cold, dirty and sticky beneath his feet.

The door was locked.

He sank down on the pedestal again.

 His feeble calls to be released still went unheeded.

He began to understand that no-one was coming.

He wouldn't be able to escape.
He wasn't going to get to work
and no one knew where he was.
 

In sudden despair and frustration, he wept.

Finally he settled down on the floor and slept.

It was many hours later when his captor finally returned.

He heard him enter the flat and moving around and thought 

"Why doesn't he come to me?"

Then the door was unlocked, he heard him piss in the toilet.

The flush gushed and he felt droplets splash him.

His captor tenderly stroked his pecs and his jock pouch, 

He tied his legs tighter, then left again.

 

Eventually he was transferred from his ceramic cell back to the bedroom.

Even more ropes were tied around and between his thighs.

But the softness of the carpet and the bedding was blissful. 

Placed on his captor's bed, he does not know what is to happen to him. 

It might be pleasure, it might be pain - or worse.

He probably won't be going to work tomorrow either.

 Now he knows, he has no free choices any more.

He feels strangely excited.

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 I find this last bondage image from ropetopsfbay particularly impressive. I love the neat simplicity and tightness of the ropework. It both complements and contains the natural-looking bulk and muscularity of the model. A little clothing lends identity to a man and I recorded my enjoyment of jockstrap imagery in one of my earliest postings here 'In Praise of Jockstraps'. For me the garment sings of masculinity, but only if it is worn by a model with some bulk - as in this case here. Boys don't cut it. This man is wearing the classic deep waistband design like he was born to it. The unusual grey colour is rather good for showing the details of the garment since it doesn't produce glare like a white one does. It also lends a well-used look which gives the wearer the air of an authentic sportsman. I love these images.

See more bondage imagery at RopeTopSFBay, my thanks to him for the pix.