Art Project: St. Sebastian (M/M)

[CaptiveDan]

A nice, light, realistic-enough short story about college students and a photography project. A palette cleanser after my ambitious long form one.

St. Sebastian

“How much longer do you need me here?”

“You can leave whenever you want”

“Ha ha,” I said, “real fucking funny.”

My hands were tied above my head, secured in a double column that was tied off to a piece of a large fallen tree. I was stripped down to my underwear - a pair of briefs with red accents that framed my bulge. My legs were tied together at three points: my ankles, below the knees, and the middle of my thighs. Red rope formed a chest harness that framed my nipples, but did little else to contribute to my captivity. I tugged at the rope tying my hands together, but found no slack.

I would've taken Leon up on his offer to leave if I could. I'd been standing here for at least half an hour. Somewhere out in the wilderness, bound to a fallen tree, hot and sweaty. My arms were starting to get sore. My legs were tired from their rigid position.

Image from tied-boi-sub Tumblr

“Seriously dude” I said, “this is starting to hurt.”

“You agreed to this” Leon said, taking another picture of me.

Which was true. I’d agreed to be the subject of his photography project. He was doing a modern depiction of St. Sebastian, the saint that had been tied to a tree and shot with arrows. The martyr a bunch of horny renaissance painters had all collectively learned about and said “what if he was a half naked hunk”, and proceed to paint what can only be described as pre-industrial softcore bondage porn.




I'd expected to be tied to a tree. I hadn't expected to be tied this long. How long did it take to take a picture?

I’d assumed Leon would tie me up, take a few quick pics, then hopefully suck me off or at least give me a quick handjob as a thank you.

I should've known something was off when he started lathering me up with sunscreen.

“What's this for?”

“So you don't get burned.”

“I mean,” I’d said, “we’re not gonna be out here that long, right?”

That had been thirty minutes ago.

“Like, there's no way I look any different than I did when you first tied me up, right?” I complained, as he took yet another set of pictures from different angles. “Like how is this set any better?”

“You’re distressed.”

I didn't like that answer one bit. I shifted uncomfortably in my bonds.

“St. Sebastian didn't want to be tied up,” Leon said.

“I mean, I don't know, he could've been a freak.”

Leon ignored me and continued his explanation, “when we started you looked calm, even a bit bored. No one who is about to be martyred looks bored. But now, you're uncomfortable, you want out. You're actually starting to look like a man tied up against his will.”

He had a point, despite letting Leon do this, the fact he wasn't letting me go meant I was now tied up against my will.

With nothing else to do, I waited. The soreness in my arms grew and grew. My legs got more and more tired. If I tried to lean to get a reprieve from the stiff position, the ropes tugged painfully on my wrists.

Eventually, the bondage became too much.

“Please man,” I begged, “this shit is really starting to hurt, I can't take it much longer.”

*Click* *click* he took a few more pictures, I saw the lense zoom in.

“That's what I'm talking about,” Leon said, “Desperation! Begging for freedom! That's the face of a man tied against his will.”

“Great,” I said, “can you please untie me then.”

“Not yet, you're not sweaty enough. You're not exhausted. Like you're clearly distressed, but it doesn't look like you've been hanging there for hours.”

“Dude I can't hang out here for hours,” my voice was deeply serious, “like I'm worried I'm gonna pass out or break my arms or some shit.”

“Fair.” Leon said, I could see him thinking.

“Why don't you just untie me and let me run for a few minutes. I can get all sweaty and tired for your picture, then you can re-tie me?”

“I have a better idea,” Leon grabbed his water bottle and started walking towards me. I assumed he was going to throw some water on my face to make it look like I’d been sweating. Fine by me. The water would be refreshing honestly.

But as he approached, he sat the water bottle down on the stomp. He climbed up so his feet were on the raised section on either side of me. Because of the small amount of space on the spot I was standing, his body was pressed up against mine.

Then he jabbed his fingers into my armpits.

“Dude what-” my protest was cut off as I started laughing uncontrollably. Leo tickled me until I was howling.

I wiggled and squirmed. I couldn't get away from his evil fingers. He tickled me past the point of laughing until I started coughing.

Then he paused.

“Please…” I tried to catch my breath “stop… I…”

“You’re looking sweat-ier already.” Leon said with a smile.

He jabbed his fingers into my sides again.
A few minutes brutal minutes of torture later and he stepped back.

As I caught my breath I heard the camera click.

“Dude, are you hard?”

[blackbound]

A modern-day St. Sebastian might have toothbrushes tickling him instead of arrows piercing him. So much less cruel!

But of course he can't be excited. I wonder if Leon brought any... devices... to stow away that pesky erection? If not, just waiting another hour or two will probably do it.

Not sure if there's more to this - it doesn't need it, but I wouldn't be opposed!

[CaptiveDan]

There will be one more part! Very quick short story, but there will be resolution to the excitement situation don't you worry

[CaptiveDan]

My erection couldn't have been more obvious in my tiny briefs.

“Look,” I said, grasping for any dignity I hadn't already lost, “you were all up on me, we were basically grinding, and…”

“We gotta take care of that” Leon interrupted, “we can't have a horny saint.”

He grabbed my briefs and pulled them down. My cock sprung out, pointing out and up.

Leon was standing on the ground in front of me, the fallen tree positioned me two to three feet above him. It put his mouth right at the perfect position. He grabbed my balls with his hand, then licked my cock from its base up to its tip. He fluttered his tongue around the head of my dick. I shifted my weight and leaned my head back. I closed my eyes.

*Click*

I looked down to see Leon squatting on the ground, angling the camera up at me. He had a perfect shot of my tied up body and rock hard dick.

“That one's just for me.” He said.

He sat his camera down and resumed.

He teased me with his tongue for a few minutes, then finally opened wide and started sucking me off.

It didn't take long before I was getting close. I hated to admit it, but being tied up, kept past the point I wanted out, and tickled against my will had actually turned me on.

I moaned and relaxed, letting myself be held up as much by the ropes as possible. Leon found the perfect speed and rhythm to bring me over the edge. I shot a load down his throat.

He pulled back, spit my cum out, and took a few more personal pictures.

My dick got soft again. Leon pulled up my underwear so I was ‘decent’ again. My soft dick once again made a tasteful bulge instead of an apparently “scandalous” and “picture-ruining” erection. Leon climbed back up and held the water bottle he'd brought over to my lips. I took a much needed drink.

“Much better.” He said, “though you lost some of that desperate look in your eye. I'll have to get some of that back.”

He leaned up against me and wiggled his fingers an inch from either armpit. I tensed up and prepared for the assault.

“Try not to get too excited,” Leon said, “or we’ll have to do it all over.”

He tickled me again. This time, post-orgasm, was infinitely more torturous. When he was done I was a heaving, whimpering mess.

“That's what I'm talking about.” He stepped back and took a few more pictures.

The tickling and blow job had distracted me from my sore arms, shoulders, and legs. The dull pain came back with a vengeance.

“We're almost done,” Leon said, “just one more thing.”

Leon put a pair of safety goggles over my eyes.

“What are these for?”

“Protection.” He pulled a small paintball gun from his bag.

“Dude, no, seriously don’t” I pleaded, “don't fucking shoot me Leon.”

“Sorry man,” he said, taking pictures of me as I begged, “you’ve given some great emotional range so far, but I still gotta capture fear and pain if I want this to look real.”

I pulled my arms as much as I could but my wrists wouldn't come free. He held up the gun. I closed my eyes and winced.

A sharp stinging pain on the left side of my stomach. I yelled. Paintballs never felt great, but this close of a range was especially brutal. I looked down and saw red paint running down my side. Leon took pictures at a few angles and picked up the gun again.

“Dude-”

Another shot, this time to my right thigh. Another brutal sting. Another scream. Red paint dripped down my leg. I slumped as much as I could, just trying to focus on pushing through the exhaustion, soreness, and stinging pain.

“Perfect,” Leon said, putting the camera away, “That's all. I have what I need.”

***

As he drove me back to my house we talked about the shoot.

“Not gonna lie man,” I said, “that was a lot more intense than I thought.”

Leon smiled, “Yeah, sorry about that.”

He paused for a second.

“I mean, now that it's over, did you have fun?”

I thought about it. Fun might not have been the right word, but I couldn't deny there were positive feelings wrapped up in with everything else. I'd definitely been turned on by being tied and tickled - something that had surprised both me and Leon. And strangely, even though I'd hated it at the time, there was a part of me that wanted to be tied up again, maybe even longer this time, just to see if I could handle it.

“Maybe?” I answered, “I think a little bit. I don't know.”

I thought for a moment before -possibly foolishly- adding:

“I think you should tie me up again sometime, just so we can know for sure.”

The End

[blackbound]

Well, someone certainly cleansed their palate

Kind of him to provide the "nice" solution to the problem; less kind to use that paintball gun! You win some, you lose some, I guess.

[harveygasson]

Enjoyed this a lot! Thanks for writing and posting it.