Matt the Plumber

The doorbell rang and then I remembered I’d called the plumber to replace some taps. I’d dressed in my leather jeans, studded belt, harness boots, Brando jacket and tight white t shirt thinking that I was going to be home alone. Too late to change now!

I opened the door. What a great sight for a Monday morning. He was around 6 foot, slim, wavy brown hair and brown eyes. His great body was shown off by tight cargo shorts, a tight polo shirt with the plumbing company’s logo and a pair of well worn electric sided work boots. He introduced himself as Matt and I saw his eyes give my leather clad body a quick scan.

“Are you a biker?” he asked.

“Yes” I replied.
“So am I. What do you ride?”

“BMW R1200GS, you?”

“Nice, I’ve got a BMW S1000RR.”

We talked bikes as I took him out to the bathroom in my garage. He opened his tool box and I couldn’t help noticing that there were several coils of rope in the bottom.

“Do you have much need for rope in plumbing?” I asked

He shot me a cheeky grin and replied “It comes in handy at times.”

I stood there looking at the rope until Matt interrupted me “Um, my job’s a whole lot easier if you don’t disturb me.”

“Sorry…” I headed back into the house to read the newspaper.

After a while Matt walked back into the house telling me he’d finished in the garage. I then led him to the bathroom and headed back to the living room.

After a few minutes I headed to the bathroom; he had just finished removing the old taps. “Matt, I’m about to make myself a coffee, would you like one?”

“Hey I told you that my job’s easier if you don’t disturb me.”

As he was saying that, he pushed me against the wall grabbing my right arm twisting my right arm behind my back.”

“S-sorry, mmppphhh…” He clapped his left hand over my mouth. I struggled for a moment but felt my arm twisted further up my back. Wow, he was strong and there was no way I was getting free of his grip.

“OK I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth, you make even the slightest sound and you’ll regret it. Do you understand?” I nodded in agreement.

He took his hand away from my mouth, I didn’t dare make a sound. He bent down to his tool box forcing me down with him. He picked up a coil of rope and a roll of duct tape, then he led me into the living room. I have a mezzanine study above my living room and he led me to the pole which support it. I had tied many guys to that pole and have been tied to it myself, but never involuntarily. He led me to the pole backing me up against it. He pulled both hands behind the pole crossing the wrists over. I started to say something but this was cut short with a cry of pain as he twisted my right arm behind my back.

“I did not give you permission to speak. Now stay quiet!”

He pulled my crossed my wrists behind my back again and lashed them together with the rope he’d brought. He quickly had me secured. His rope work was brilliant, it was tight and secure without cutting of my circulation. I quickly realised that the only way I was getting free would be when he untied me. He then gagged me with the duct tape wrapping it around my head several times. He left the room returning with a whole bundle of rope. He then added ropes around my ankles and just above my knees. After that he used a long piece of rope to secure my entire body tightly to the pole, starting at my shoulders, working his way down to my ankles. By time he was finished I was tightly bound to the pole barely able to move. My cock had gone rock hard and I could feel it straining against my tight leather jeans. He gave it a rub.

“I told you that rope sometimes comes in handy. Now I can finish the job I peace.”

With that, Matt left the room.

I struggled against the ropes and mmppphhhed into my gag. I could barely move, my cock was rock hard and I desperately wanted to cum. I could hear Matt working in the bathroom, I was going crazy.

Eventually things went quiet and Matt walked back into the living room.

“I’m finished here. So heave you learned your lesson, not to disturb me while I’m working?”

I nodded my head and mmmppphhhed “yes” while struggling futilely against the ropes.

He rubbed my hard cock through my leather jeans. I moaned through my gag in ecstasy.

“No, I think you’re enjoying yourself too much. I think you need time to think about the consequences of what you’ve done. I’ll be back to check on you later.”

As he walked out I screamed into my gag but it did a very good job of keeping me quiet. I struggled against my ropes but I wasn’t going anywhere. I heard the front door closed and I realised I was completely helpless. I tried working on the ropes but Matt sure knew how to tie someone up, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was both scared and excited at the same time.

Time passed slowly. I couldn’t seek a clock and there was nothing to give me an idea of what time it was. From time to time I would work on my ropes but the result was the same, I wasn’t getting out of them until Matt came back. I tried working my gag off but Matt had done an excellent job of gagging me, it wasn’t coming off. My cock remained hard.

What seemed an eternity later, I heard the front door open and the sound of work boots down the hall. Matt came into the living room. He walked over to me and felt my still rock hard cock through my tight leather jeans.

“So have you learned your lesson now?”

I nodded my head enthusiastically. I was ready to be released.

“No I think you still need more time to fully learn your lesson.”

I couldn’t believe it. I had been tied up for several hours, while it had been fun being tied up, I was ready to be released. I struggled against the ropes and screamed into my gag as Matt walked out of the room. Again I heard the front door close. I again tried to free myself from the ropes but I was still going nowhere.

They say it’s not true bondage until you want to be released and you’re not. Well, I was well and truly at that point.

I lost all track of time and I think I must have drifted off to sleep at some point. I was scared and I was excited.

Eventually I heard the front door open and Matt walked back into the living room. He was now dressed as I was, black leather Brando jacket, tight white t-short, tight black leather jeans, studded belt and harness boots. He was carrying his tool box, which he put down beside me. He looked hot in his plumber’s gear, he was mega hot in full leather! He walked up to me and felt my cock, it was still hard.

“Wow, you really enjoy being tied up! I don’t think that’s gone down all day!”

He rubbed my cock, I moaned in pleasure. He unzipped my fly and pulled my stiff member out. He started stroking my cock, he then reached over to his tool box and opened it a crack and pulling out a tube of lube. He squirted some on my cock and kept on stroking. He worked me up to the brink of orgasm several times. I so needed to cum. Finally he worked me up to orgasm and I shot a massive load across the room, I then slumped against my ropes. He left me for a while as I calmed down after my orgasm, he then set to work untying me and removing my gag. He helped me over to the sofa, then he opened his tool box which now contained a few cold beers in ice. He opened one and handed it to me and opened one for himself.

“Full service plumber” took on a whole new meaning.