Tim paced around his apartment wearing only his boxers, the cold air of his room contrasting with the warmth building up inside him. As he got closer to being ready, he grew increasingly worried.
What if something went wrong? What if someone noticed? What if he had an accident, and they took him to the hospital, discovering his secret?
He had to take a moment and sat down on his bed, shaking his head to try and get rid of the anxious thoughts flooding his mind.
He was in control. Nothing was going to go wrong. It'll be just like before. He was doing this.
Determined, he picked up the rope and began carefully wrapping it around the curves of his body.
It all started innocently enough. Tim would wear an extra shirt under his clothes, one a few sizes too small, tightly clinging to his body. He'd pair it with some skinny jeans. Enjoying the sensation of the fabric constricting him, firmly hugging his body. He couldn't explain why, but it just made him feel... right, so he just rolled with it.
Eventually he finally moved out of his parent's house and into his own cozy little apartment. Now that he was free in the privacy of his own flat, he used his first paycheck to indulge in the next evolution of his growing kink. Latex.
It was a two month long process. At first, he only dared wearing it in the safety of his flat and covered by other clothes. But as time passed, he grew bolder. When at home, he would wear only his latex catsuit and nothing else, reveling in the pleasurable feeling of the snug catsuit enveloping him. Eventually, he started wearing skintight latex garments, from his growing collection, hidden beneath the layers of his clothes as he ventured out to run errands. And after some time even on the few days he went to work in the office.
There was an extra layer of satisfaction in going outside. With his secret concealed under his clothing, the possibility of being discovered at any moment hung over him. Even though it was the last thing he actually wanted to happen. But soon, it became a part of his daily routine. He felt almost naked in the summer when he couldn't hide something kinky underneath his few pieces of clothing. However, now, his favorite season has arrived. Winter, full of baggy clothing and long coats, offering plenty of chances to conceal his secret. And this winter, he was prepared to take it all one step further.
During one of his many jerk-off sessions, locked in his room despite living alone, Tim delved into the depths of the internet in search of new kinky videos or spicy pictures to add to his ever-expanding collection of porn. It was during one of these private explorations that he stumbled upon a new kink. Bondage.
Watching the plump naked actress writhing on the floor with her arms and legs tied behind her in a hogtie ignited something within him. But he didn't want to have her there with him, well, he wouldn't mind that, but it was something else that he truly desired. He wanted to trade places with her, to feel the rope digging into his own skin as he struggled against it, powerless to get free.
He watched that video over and over for hours that night, getting plenty of 'use' from it. Afterward, he delved into the world of bondage, exploring various techniques. He found the more intricate forms, such as shibari, particularly interesting, leading him to discover a whole new realm of kink to explore.
After thorough searching, Tim began to spice up his 'alone' time with some of the techniques he saw. He started by simply taping his limbs together with duct tape, gradually progressing to light self-bondage using ropes from a discounted package he purchased online. While it kept him entertained for a while, he felt like something was missing, and he thought he knew exactly what it was. He needed to go further.
As with his experience with latex, after building up the courage for it, he planned to venture outside while tied up. Not entirely, of course. He imagined ropes snugly embracing his body beneath his clothes, his embarrassing secret concealed from the world. He wasn't ready to take it further than that... yet.
Standing in front of a mirror with his phone propped up, a tutorial for tying a rope harness playing on it, Tim gently snaked the rope and wrapped it around his chest in the careful patterns and knots displayed in the video. He felt his crotch stir, his arousal building every minute at the thought of stepping outside like this. He resisted the urge to just go take care of his hard cock right away, he knew he'd end up just spending the entire day inside if he did that. Still, he would jerk off for the rest of the day after he got back, he was sure about that.
Tim inspected the harness as he finished the final knot, testing how it fit and its comfort. He had to be careful, ensuring it didn't dig in too much or constrict his blood flow. A little discomfort was acceptable though, even preferred as far as he was concerned.
After wasting some time checking and double-checking, trying to delay the inevitable, Tim reluctantly accepted that he was ready, and this was indeed happening. He put on his baggy pants and a loose hoodie. Over that, he put on a brown coat and wrapped a wool scarf around his neck, thoroughly concealing the ropes beneath the layers of clothes.
As he inspected himself in the mirror once more, Tim couldn't shake the feeling that everyone would somehow be able to tell what he was doing, despite no hint of the ropes showing. His hand slid over his body, feeling the rope's presence underneath his clothes, his hand continued to slide down to his crotch, his manhood straining against the loose pants. All in due time, he thought and he shuffled his erection to the side so that nobody could tell he was pitching a tent.
Turning to the door, Tim checked that he had his keys, phone, and wallet securely tucked away, then double-checked the inside pocket of his coat, where he had stashed a small, openable knife, hidden just in case he needed to free himself in a hurry.
Satisfied that he hadn't forgotten anything, Tim took a deep breath and opened his front door, venturing into the dangerous world outside his flat, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.
He blended seamlessly into the cold streets of his city as he walked a couple blocks to his local park. Passing through the pathways beneath the bare trees, stripped of their leaves by the cold, Tim felt a familiar sense of comfort wash over him. This park held a special place for him, it was where he first dared to go while wearing his latex catsuit under his clothes.
Walking along, Tim felt the ropes snugly embracing him, their presence constantly sending shivers through his body. The park was nearly deserted, save for a few fellow wanderers like himself. He relished the solitude, grateful for the privacy it afforded him to explore these sides of himself.
Pausing by the railing encircling a small lake in the middle of the park, Tim leaned against it and gazed out over the still water. A thin layer of ice had begun to form on the surface. Maybe it would even snow soon, he thought. Tim had always held a fondness for snow, it never failed to-
A scraping sound and then a thump on the ground behind him broke Tim's train of thought. He turned to see someone sitting on the hard concrete next to a little frozen puddle. Instinctively, he ducked down to help.
"Are you alright? Do you need me to call someone?" he asked, expecting it to be some old lady who slipped on her afternoon stroll. But it wasn't. It was a young woman, a little older than him, but not that she looked older. No, he knew she was a little older because he recognized her. She was a colleague from work.
"It's okay, I just-" She looked at him, recognition emerging on her face. "Tim, hi. I thought I saw you earlier."
He smiled back at her and offered his hand, helping her up. "Hi, Clara." Her body leaned onto him for support as she got up, and he couldn't help but wonder if she could feel the ropes underneath his coat.
"Thank you, I'm just so clumsy. I always feel like I have two left feet whenever there's ice involved."
"It's okay, glad to help. What're you doing here?" Tim asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice as if she barged into his room without knocking first.
She looked back at him, her eyebrows raised, but then she smiled. "Just walking home, you know. Don't worry, I'm not stalking you or anything," she said and giggled.
"Shucks, and here you had my hopes up," Tim joked, grinning back at her.
After a brief awkward pause Clara spoke first, "Listen, you want to go for a coffee? I know a great place just a couple of minutes from here," she asked. After a brief hesitation from Tim, she added, "It's the least I could do for your gallant help," and giggled some more.
Tim scratched his head, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Being around someone he knew, especially with the rope harness hidden beneath his clothes, was something he hadn't planned for. Not this early on in his daring adventures outside, anyway. But he couldn't just refuse her,
