Model Behavior

Amy's voice was lilting, suffused with wry amusement as she glanced across at her boyfriend and tugged impatiently at his arm. "Come on, Griffin – what's the matter? You're not getting cold feet, are you? Just because I said the word 'twenty'?" She leaned closer and gazed intently into his troubled grey eyes. "Look, you promised me you'd do this, remember? Better not be trying to back out now, mister!"

"I- I'm not!" Griffin protested feebly, though his dragging steps and anxious face contradicted his every word. "It's just that, um, well… you didn't say there would be so many here. So many, um…"

"So many people? So many girls?" Amy giggled, clearly relishing her boyfriend's discomfort. "Listen, don't worry about it! I told you it's getting popular here on campus, remember? Sure, we may have started this little sex-positivity club of ours with just four of us. But lately… well, I dunno. Seems like folks are getting pretty interested in discovering more about themselves. Not to mention that as soon as I mentioned you'd be joining…"

She grinned and waggled her eyebrows in mock seduction. "Somehow the number of folks signed up practically doubled! Who'd have ever thought you'd be so popular, huh?"

Griffin sighed inwardly, regretting the life choices that had led him to this spot: trudging down one of the campus center's upstairs hall, propelled onward by the tugging hand of his enthusiastic girlfriend. And waiting for him just ahead was… well, he wasn't 100% sure. But Amy had said it was something about… bondage.

"Not to worry! It's just a little bit of rope. Maybe an accessory or two. And it's all above-board, too. Heck, the instructor tonight is literally a professor from over in WGS…"

That's what Amy had said – just as she'd told him that it wouldn't be a big deal. All these young adult women needed was a model: a human body to stand or sit or lay however the professor and Amy and her friends needed, while they practiced the knots and other techniques they were trying to master.

But now… well, now he wasn't so sure. Particularly when they finally reached the door – and Amy opened it with a grin – and in they went, coming face to face with well over a dozen eager young women.

"Hey, it's Amy!" "Hi, Amy!" "About time you came, huh?"

Amy was beaming and nodding, clearly relishing the attention – in fact, so much so that she could help but quip back at the last speaker. "Dana, you really think I'm the type to cum early?" And as the ensuing groans and pun-induced laughter filled the room, she flashed a grin, tossed her dirty blonde hair, and gestured over at Griffin, standing awkwardly beside her. "Anyway… Look, folks: we've got our model! Say hi to my boyfriend Griffin, everyone!"

The chorus of welcomes, smiles, and approving glances was, frankly speaking, more feminine attention than Griffin had ever received before. And even as he shuffled in place, smiling and trying not to look like a complete idiot, he couldn't quite decide whether he liked it… or hated it.

***

But like it or hate it, that feminine attention was only the tip of the iceberg for him tonight.

Forty-five minutes later, he was blushing furiously: standing stiffly at attention before the front of the semi-circle of women, clad in nothing but his dark blue briefs. Amy stood at one side of him, while on the other, the dark-haired professor – who was young and tattooed and vivacious enough that everyone simply called by her first name, Dana – was twining loop after loop of soft white rope around his outstretched wrists.

"Now, watch closely, everyone! You don't want any of these lines overlapping one another, okay? Crossing over will press the line beneath into the skin – and that means not only pain, but maybe even pinched-off circulation. Definitely not what we're going for…"

Griffin shivered silently in place, wondering at the veritable storm of electric thrills racing through him with every touch of this woman's hands. She was twining this soft rope around him with all the serene confidence of a professional, and somehow as the lines slithered across his skin he couldn't help shivering… thinking of the inexorable coils of some Amazonian snake, wrapping him in its constricting embrace…

Dammit, now wasn't the time for a hard-on!

The ropes crossed now and began wrapping perpendicularly, tightening the loops around each wrist – and now he was legitimately beginning to feel his wrists becoming immobilized. Yet all proceeded as before: the calm, feminine voice of the instructor… the eager smiles and avid attention of the young women seated before them… and yes, Amy's reassuring pat of his naked thigh. He was becoming ever more helpless, true. But it was exactly what everyone here wanted.

Even including… himself? Because why else was he getting so damn excited down there?!

"See?" Dana exclaimed, finishing her wrap with a flourish and raising Griffin's completely bound wrists easily over their heads. "Nice and snug – and completely inescapable, if I do say so myself! Now try to get out of that, if you would…"

Oh, he did: a blush reddening his cheeks as he struggled and failed, then deepening further as the chorus of feminine giggles at his futile struggles rippled through the room. He was well and truly restrained, clearly – and this audience of women was loving every second of it.

But then came the voice from the back: the slightly annoyed voice of that one know-it-all in every class. "Excuse me, but everyone knows how to do that, Professor. Wouldn't it be better to show us something a bit more… advanced? If you can, that is…" Dana, like the rest of the class, was momentarily taken aback by the snarky challenge. "Well," she began, as her fingers deftly released his wrists from their wrappings. "I can do that, yes – but only if you all think it would be useful. And only if our generous model here is okay with it…?"

It was an indirect question to him. Griffin flushed again, stammered, and then… seeing the nodding heads and eager smiles of the sea of women before him, he nodded. "Umm… sure. That's, uh- I mean, that's why I'm here!"

"Oh, is it? You're very sweet!" Dana smiled, and with a glance over at Amy, nodded. "Okay, then.  We can do something more advanced. Here, let's bring that table over and have you lay down on it…"

Afterward he was never quite sure how it all happened: the ropes twining around his torso as he lay on that cool table, staring nervously down into the carpet below. The tugging of his heels, and the tightening as the ropes drew fast around them. The feathery, tingling touch of Dana's fingers as she threaded rope after rope around behind his back, weaving what felt like an incredibly complicated web of bondage around his naked body. And of course, it was all made more electrifying by the soft murmur of voices all around: "Yes, just like this, see? Now the weight is all distributed evenly. Amy, here: now let's switch, okay? You take these, and I'll act as our eyebolt from here on out…"

Then, with a little gasp and gulp, he felt the ropes tightening for real: drawing his heels upward and back toward his head, while the maze of rope around his chest similarly tugged his head upward and backward. He was being bent like a bow at both ends, lifted upward to dangle helplessly before everyone like some well-trussed piece of meat. And as his eyes rose, he found himself staring… upward to Amy's dancing eyes, then slowly descending to rest on the sight of her jean-clad crotch – mere inches from his face.

"Now, see? You can do all kinds of fun things with your partner like this," Dana was explaining, and now the ropes jerked again – and Amy was stepping closer – and his nose was practically brushing against her crotch. "I'm sure your imaginations can do the rest, hmm? A scene with some forced oral from your partner can be pretty fun for everyone involved, you know…"

Forced… oral…

Much to Griffin's mortification, the erection that had been building, then subsiding, then building once more all this time was now unstoppable. Even a few minutes later, when they'd untied him and he'd scrambled awkwardly back to his feet, the lusty bulge of his manhood was now completely impossible to hide: swelling hard and painful within his briefs, threatening to spring free at any moment and hang there in all its lewd glory before a room of nearly twenty young women. Such a raging hard-on was mortifying at any time, of course. But now…

Well, Dana summed it up nicely. "See, everyone? Odds are good that your partner will enjoy it as much as our model here evidently has!" She turned to Amy, who was grinning with all the evident satisfaction of a job well done. "You didn't mention your boyfriend was a masochist, did you? Seems like we'd better wrap up and let you two enjoy the rest of your evening together. Here, why don't we let you keep this rope? He's worked hard for it!"

The chorus of good-natured laughter swelled, then slipped into enthusiastic applause. And as the beet-red Griffin stood awkwardly before them, he felt Amy's hand close comfortingly on his arm. "You did great, sweetie," she whispered reassuringly, even as her other hand reached back and clenched suggestively on his ass. "And don't worry – I'll make sure you get lots more of this after tonight. Promise."

Well, what more could Griffin do but smile weakly and nod along?