By Speedobound
(This story is a fantasy written from the point of view of the bottom.)
I love to flaunt how good I look in a Speedo. As a former swim team captain I realized early on that wearing a Speedo gave me a power rush because it emphasized my physique to perfection and resulted in hordes of admirers. So when I met a guy who begged to take pictures of me wearing my Speedo, I was more than willing to go to his home for a photo shoot. When I got there I put on my Speedo and he was effusive with compliments, and he said, “I just got an idea — you should let me tie you up as part of our shoot because there is nothing so sexy as a beautiful man bound with some rope.”
I was really getting off on his admiration, so I readily agreed. He told me he had a workroom that would be a perfect backdrop for the shoot.
We went into the room and he said the metal scaffold, pulleys and chains he used for lifting his projects would give the shoot an industrial feel.
He suggested I put some leather cuffs on my ankles “as a provocative contrast the skimpiness of the Speedo,” and I said, “sure, anything you say.” He instructed me to sit on the floor and to bend over, wrap my arms around my shins and grab my ankles, and then he tied my wrists to my ankles. It was an odd position that didn’t seem very flattering and I question him, but all of a sudden he shoved a rag into my mouth and tied something around my head so I couldn’t spit it out, so I was effectively gagged. At this point I tried to resist but I was hopelessly bound, and when he lifted my intertwined limbs and rolled me onto my back I was suddenly horrified to realize just how incredibly helpless I was, with my legs spread and me unable to close them, and the bulge of my Speedo and my underside exposed in the most vulnerable position imaginable.
My captor was obviously enjoying my reaction because he started tickling me in the most provocative manner possible, through my Speedo! The feeling of his sharp fingernails on my underside and balls through the tightly pulled material made it electrifyingly clear just how truly, SEXUALLY vulnerable I was. To my further horror he pulled out a bar that was about a yard long that had hooks on each end, and I suddenly realized the leather cuffs on my ankles had metal rings on them because he hooked each of my ankles to each end of the bar, making it even more impossible for me to close my legs. As if that wasn’t bad enough I suddenly realized what the chains and pulley could be used for, because one end of the chain had a hook that he fastened to the middle of the spreader bar and aligned my ankles directly underneath the pulley.
I was going to become one of his “projects” and he slowly raised me a couple of feet and then suspended me there. I tried to beg him to stop but my cries for help were muffled, but it was apparent that he had every intention of taking advantage of my helplessness, to do god knows what. I realized that in my blind rush to have this man worship me I had willfully ignored what was now apparent, that this room was actually a dungeon. I found myself in a situation in which my usual source of power was upended and flipped: I was bound and gagged while wearing a Speedo, in the most vulnerable position imaginable.
I realized (but after it was too late) that the very means I intentionally used to attract attention and envy — showing off my physique in a tight little Speedo — now not only did not give me power or even sway over my captor but also didn’t offer me any protection, and it even emphasized my helplessness and vulnerability in the most drastic way possible, putting a spotlight on my athletic physique in a most diabolical manner and drawing attention to my most vulnerable, sensitive body parts. And when he told me that he intended to punish me even more severely than his other victims because I really was incredibly sexy, and my obvious narcissism was highly provocative, I knew that hubris had suddenly become a curse for which I was going to pay dearly.
Metal would like to thank Speedobound for sharing this fantasy!
