Chapter 99 - First Time ExperienceTuesday, April 25 (7:00 AM)
I woke up feeling really well rested on the following morning, but was disappointed to find Nick had already left for work.
It was still early in the morning, much earlier than I was used to getting up at. But then that made sense since I'd gone to bed pretty early last night.
I sat up on the mattress, wearing the same white t-shirt and blue satin gym shorts I'd worn to bed last night.
The semi-erect hard-on tenting up my shorts reminded me of the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear.
It felt good to sleep commando-style every now and then.
I slowly made my way to the kitchen, poured some water in the kettle and set it to boil so that I could start the day with a hot chocolate.
I walked up to the big patio door and just stared outside through the window for a while. It felt like I was forgetting something, but I couldn't quite remember what is was...
Then it suddenly hit me.
I ran to the guest bedroom and opened the door up to find Jeremy very much awake.
I had no idea how long he'd been awake for, but he hadn't made any progress whatsoever in working his way out of the thick cocoon.
Nick's overstuffed, shiny blue bag was still completely zipped up and the draw cords keeping the hood shut were still knotted up real tight.
The poor boi obviously had no idea I was standing in the doorway.
He kept moaning and struggling, but his complaints were severely muffled and his struggling amounted to nothing.
He was bundled up inside a thick comforter and trapped inside a really thick, narrow bag.
There's no way he was gonna be working his way out of this one on his own.
I couldn't help but tip-toe inside the room to get a better view of the bed and jerk off to the sight of my trapped friend struggling inside my boyfriend's sleeping bag.
With the layers of thick loft surrounding his head and only a small hole to see through, he had no way of knowing I was standing just a few feet away, jerking off to his predicament.
Call me evil, but after a good ten minutes of jerking off to the point of nearly creaming my shorts, I tip-toed out of the room and left my friend inside his thick sleeping bag trap.
I'd come back later to free him, but right now I just relished the control I had, or rather, enjoyed the thought of me being his only hope for release.
I'd never felt this way before.
I knew it was wrong and that Jeremy probably wasn't in a frame of mind to play bondage games right now. But he didn't have to know that I was awake and unwilling to free him.
As far as he knew, I was still sound asleep in bed.
I spent the next two hours, quietly doing chores and leaning against the doorway to the guest room, playing with my throbbing manhood every time I caught sight of the blue worm that had swallowed up my friend.
Poor him. He'd probably been awake for hours by now. At least two or three, I figured. Or maybe more than that.
Either way, he wasn't any closer to getting out of bed than he'd been two hours ago.
It was a bit past 9:00 AM when I decided to finally let my friend go.
I walked in the bedroom, stepping loudly on the floor and making more noise than usual before sitting down on the bed.
I looked inside the small hole Nick and Zack had left in the sleeping bag hood, but it was pitch black inside.
"Morning buddy. You okay in there?" I asked, doing my best not to laugh or chuckle.
Jeremy wiggled around in the bag and started complaining a great deal.
I knew he was asking me to let him out, but I had a bit of fun pretending his speech was too muffled to comprehend.
I could've stayed there and watched him struggle all day, but I quickly decided to stop thinking with my cock and start thinking with my head.
"Alright, hold on. I'm letting you out." I told him, fidgeting around with the knots that kept that hood closed.
It took a good three minutes to get those crazy knots undone.
Jeremy was getting more impatient by the second.
"Okay. Calm down." I told him, slowly unzipping the thick mummy bag and helping him out of the thick comforter.
After freeing him from the comforter, I ran to the kitchen to fetch my friend a cold glass of water, which he drank in less than five seconds.
"Have you been awake for long?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"Yeah...but I couldn't get out." came his honest answer.
For the sake of our friendship, I decided not to tell him I'd been jerking off to the sight of him struggling for the past two hours.
After giving Jeremy a pair of socks, clean boxer briefs, a pair of my gym shorts and a t-shirt, I invited him to take a shower and use the washroom to get cleaned up.
He did his business and cleaned up nicely.
I decided I'd shower a bit later during the day, probably at around noon or something.
We spent the rest of the morning watching TV, talking and laughing a bit.
In truth, he seemed to be doing a bit better.
Those hours of sleep, even though artificially induced, probably had something to do with his slowly steadying state of mind.
We spoke about Zack quite a bit and it's didn't take much prodding for my friend to admit that he was heavily attracted to the muscular hunk.
I did warm him about "Prince Charming's" hockey gear though...and how absolutely horrible it smelled.
Unsurprisingly, Jeremy didn't seem the least bit put off by what I was saying.
It was a little past noon and we'd eaten some sandwiches and enjoyed a few hot chocolates.
There was nothing interesting playing on TV and my dick was still twitching from all the attention I'd given it this morning.
"So?" I asked Jeremy. "What d'you feel like doing this afternoon?"
Jeremy thought for a bit before motioning his shoulders up and down. "Mmm...I don't know." he answered.
"You seemed to be having a lot of fun there last night when Nick and Zack were putting you to bed." I laughed.
"No I wasn't!" the handsome green eyed lad protested, averting my gaze and blushing a bit.
"You're not a very good liar." I chuckled, forcing a smirk onto his unwilling lips.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he lied.
"Come on, I saw how happy you were down there. We all did!" I laughed, causing him to blush and roll his eyes.
"Yeah...ok. I guess I liked it a little bit
." he finally admitted, biting his lower lip as though I didn't know any of his dark secrets.
"Dude, it's okay. I like that stuff too." I chuckled.
"I can tell." he smiled, motioning his head towards the tent in my shiny blue shorts.
"Oups. Sorry." I laughed. It was my turn to blush.
What seemed like a long silence ensued.
In truth it was only about a minute or two.
"So? D'you feel like fooling around a bit?" he finally spoke, breaking the tension that had been building up.
"Yeah!" I exclaimed, almost a little too enthusiastically.
"Okay, cool." he answered, getting up and doing a better job than me at hiding his excitement.
We spent the next half hour or so, looking at web videos on Nick's computer and talking about different positions and ways of being tied up.
Jeremy found it hot, but for some reason, he was more intent on being the one who got tied up first.
It was only natural I guess.
We were both subs, but he was a little younger than me and a tiny bit smaller, so it felt almost natural that I'd be the one to start out being in control.
I took my shirt off and told him to do the same.
We quickly marched into Nick's bedroom and spent a few minutes doing the bed and tidying up a bit before having fun.
By the time I opened Nick's closet and took out his two pairs of handcuffs, I was erect full-mast inside my satin shorts.
I told Jeremy to lie down on his back on the king sized bed.
He complied readily, and to his credit, had a big tent of his own inside those gym shorts I'd lent him.
I sat right next to him on the mattress, cuffed his left wrist before pulling it up towards the bed frame and pulled his right wrist all the way up as well, cuffing both his hand together and securing them up to the steel bed frame.
The sound of the steel clicking together felt really good. These were real, police cuffs. Not some cheap bondage toys.
"Those are real cuffs." I told him, admiring the fact that he looked a little nervous at having his hands cuffed above his head.
"How do you feel?" I asked, wondering if I was moving too quickly in playing these games with him.
"Hum...good." he said, producing a smile that betrayed his current state of mind.
I smiled and slowly made my way towards the foot of the bed.
"Sorry. These are coming off." I told him, suddenly pulling his shorts off and exposing the rather loose fitting blue-green boxer-briefs I'd lent him.
"Aww...come on, man." Jeremy protested, obviously a little embarrassed at the fact that he was sporting a huge erection inside the thin, flashy briefs.
I ignored his protests.
Instead I grabbed his feet and pulled his body down as far as it would go without tearing his arms out of their sockets.
His arms were stretched up real nice and above his head, exposing his ribs and neatly trimmed armpits.
I grabbed his right ankle, slapped the second pair of cuffs around it, brought the short cuff chain around the steel frame at the foot of the bed and locked the second cuff around his other ankle, securing his feet down to the steel bed frame.
This was perfect.
His arms and feet were cuffed and stretched out completely across the entire length of the bed.
With his hands and feet fully extended, he was just perfect for being cuffed to Nick's large bed...which meant I was as well.
I spent a few minutes circling around the bed before going towards his feet and pulling his socks off.
"I hope you're not ticklish." I warned, unable to hide a devilish grin from spreading across my lips.
"Dude! No! No tickling!" Jeremy yelled, freaking out at the mere prospect of being felt up by my fingers.
"Good thing I got you cuffed down." I laughed, my fellow sub's lively protests getting me more and more into character.
I spent the next fifteen minutes of so, tickling Jeremy's pits, tickling his ribs, running my fingers across his bare soles and digging them into his crotch.
"STOOOP! HAAAA! NO! STO....AHHH!" he yelled, laughing like crazy as I sat on his stomach and tickled both of his exposed pits simultaneously.
We were both hard as rock and leaking pre-cum.
My blue satin shorts were fully tented up and Jeremy's hard member was throbbing wildly inside the turquoise boxer briefs.
Several times I told him to be quiet and told him he was screaming too loud.
But he continued laughing and screaming like crazy.
I warned him that I'd have to gag him if he didn't stop, but apparently he couldn't help it.
"Alright, I need to go pee." I finally told him, getting off the bed and giving him a short break from the tickle torture.
Jeremy breathed out a sight of relief as I climbed off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.
He was breathing in and out rather loudly, trying to recover from my relentless assault.
Ignoring the fact that my hard boner was sticking several inches in front of me and dangling around in my shorts, I quickly scampered to the bathroom and walked in to take a quick piss.
I didn't really have to pee that much, but even though my cock was painfully erect, I did manage to get a few drops of piss into the toilet.
Not bothering to flush, I quickly pulled my shiny shorts back up and turned to exit the washroom.
Just as I was about to walk out the door, something caught my eye on the floor next to the laundry hamper.
This wasn't one of my socks.
It was MUCH too big to be one of mine. It had to be Nick's.
I opened the hamper and recognised the clothes he'd been wearing yesterday during our day out.
He'd probably shoved all his clothes in the hamper last night after taking his shower, but failed to notice one of his socks falling onto the floor just a few inches away.
I looked at the sock and remembered Jeremy all nicely cuffed up the large bed, waiting for me to come back.
Then I thought about how he'd been laughing WAY too loud and protesting WAY too much just a few minutes ago.
A thought suddenly hit me and a large, mischievous smile worked it's way on my face.