The house feels quiet and empty as I return from dropping my son off at the train station, where he leaves town for university. The house is to calm, to quiet, to empty, I feel lonely as I sit in the peaceful silence, unneeded and alone.
As I sit there I try to remember what I used to do before I ended up with my son, I'd never really planned on having them, it kind of ruined my life in some ways, putting everything 9n hold, I could no longer go out or bring people back to mine for some fun, although I never blamed him, he needed someone and that was me, and I don't regret doing it for a moment as much as it turned my life upside down, but now I miss him, he's not even biologically mine but that doesn't stop me having feelings for him. I try to think of my life before it changed so dramatically, before I had responsibilities, where I'd spend evenings with other men, sometimes tied up and used all night long, and if lucky also in the morning as well. As I think back to the times where I was tied or chained up, the feeling of being helpless and used, I find myself feeling nostalgic for it, a slight smile on my face as I think back. I suddenly remember that I still have a box of bondage equipment hidden in my bedroom, I quickly move to my room and dig out the taped up box from the back of my wardrobe, buried under various other boxes, almost like a dark secret never to be found.
Placing the box on my bed I rip open the tape and fold the top of the box back, revealing the buried treasure within, gags of various types, ropes, a variety of handcuffs, legcuffs, tape, chains, padlocks, a tub of keys, a few collars, a leash, a flogger and crop, nipple clamps, a few DVDs, a chastity cage and a collection of dildos and buttplugs. The sight of it all makes me smile excitedly with arousal, like an old and younger part of me suddenly sparked back to life, one that craves bondage, you wants to be helpless and used, who wishes to submit to and be enslaved by another. Maybe being in an empty house won't be so bad after all. I quickly get out a few items, maybe I'll have some fun while I'm alone and won't have the risk of being interrupted. Placing everything I need on the bed I move the box to the floor and take off my clothes, the feeling of the air against my naked body feels freeing as I climb onto the bed.
I sit upright and place my feet together before looping some rope tightly around them and wrapping it around my ankles several times before tying them tightly and doing the same below and above my knees, completely binding my legs together. I move my hands over my now bound legs and playfully struggle against the tight ropes, as I enjoy the feeling of being restrained, the bondage holding me is strangely comforting, as if it were embracing me.
Next I pick up a leather collar and close it around my neck, as I do I lock the buckle with a small padlock, I've always loved the feel of a collar around my neck, always wishing someone would lock one on my permanently and make me there's forever. As I enjoy the feeling I quickly pick up a ballgag and slide it into my mouth, like with the collar I lock the strap after pulling tight, making sure that it can't came out. I playfully moan into my gag as I feel my collar and bound legs, the room filling with a muffled sound.
Lastly I place my hands behind my back and close a pair of handcuffs around my wrists, the feel of the cold, hard metal as it clicks shut, trapping my hands uselessly behind me makes my cock spring to life. I playfully struggle, falling backwards onto the bed with a muffled scream, I wiggle and pretend to plead and beg to nonexistent kidnappers through my gag, quickly causing a stream of drool to drip from my stuffed mouth. As I move and struggle, lost in the moment I feel my rock hard cock push against the mattress, the feeling making me moan in frustration as I wish I could stroke it, my hips moving teasingly, desperately trying to hump the bed but only achieving more arousal. I moan as I continue to struggle and wiggle helplessly on my bed, lost I a lustful world of bondage, one I'm very happy to finally return to.
I startle back to reality by a sudden noise, I look over at the clock, I've been this way for over an hour. I suddenly hear the noise again, I freeze in fear, it sounds like the front door being unlocked, it can't be my son, he can't see me like this or it's someone breaking in. As I hear the door open I start to move myself across the bed in a panic, if I can get to the keys in the box quick enough everything will be fine.
"Hello?" That's not my son's voice, it's one that I recognise though and they're coming closer.
"Hello?" It sounds like my son's best friend James, what's he doing here? He knows that my son is away at university. I stop moving as I hear the door handle move and look over as it slowly opens to see a confused James staring at me.
"You son asked me to check in on you and make sure you were alright. It's a good thing that I did..." His concerned eyes move to the open box of bondage gear and his face suddenly changes to an amused smile of realisation.
"It looks like you need someone to look after you." He steps closer and looks down at me, his eyes exploring my exposed and helpless body, not to mention my hard cock as humiliation fills me. I flinch slightly and moan in a confusing mixture of fear, humiliation and arousal, as his hand touches me and caresses my bound body.
"You want to know a secret? I've always had a thing for you." What? But he's half my age, I'm his best friends father, why would a 20 year old be interested in me?
"Don't worry I'll take care of you, just like I promised you son." I'm suddenly rolled onto my front causing me to let out a muffled cry of surprise and I instinctively start to struggle against my restraints as I feel his weight above me.
"Relax, there's nothing to worry about, we both know what you want, why else would you tie yourself up? I'll make your fantasies come true." I'm pinned down by his warm body and feel his warm breath on my back and his hard cock brush across my skin as he positions himself. I gasp as he pushes his cock into my ass, slowly stretching it open before slamming it deep inside me. I moan as he fucks my helpless bound body, my cock pushing hard into the mattress underneath me. I haven't felt used like this in years, I've missed this feeling as with a loud moan my warm cum shoots out across my stomach and sheets, with a load groan I feel him cum deep inside me. I'm rolled over and give a blissful smile behind my gag up at him, he smiles back as he lays down next to me as we both breath hard.
I watch as he gets up and moves to the box, pulling out a chastity cage he quickly moves over to my now limp cock and slides it onto me and with a sickening click locks it. I struggle against my restraints and yell into my gag at him to take it off, as my cock painfully gets hard once again.
"Quiet now, we both know that this is what you want. You want someone to own you, control you, use you. I'll be your master, I'll look after you." He leans over and kisses my gagged mouth before stepping back and admiring my wiggling body. I watch as he picks up the tub of keys and moves towards the door. Is he going to leave me like this?
"I'll be back later this evening. Don't go anywhere." I call after him as he leaves, as I hear the front door close and lock I lay defeated on my bed, my cum slowly cooling and drying on my stomach and the cum of my son's best friend leaking out of my ass, as my imprisoned cock strains in its chastity cage. Maybe I won't be so bored and lonely after all. I hope my new master comes back soon, I'm ready for round two.