In part one, I described one of my first bondage experiences. I was 18 and had answered an ad for models needed at an event. Well, it turned out to be a kink event and me and a couple other cute guys were put through a bunch of stuff at the hands of some kinky pervs.
When the event was over, I was given a thumb drive with pictures and videos of the event. I masturbated to the videos for weeks. I also wondered if I would have a chance to do another gig, and better yet see the guys who I modeled with.
Well several months went by and I had turned 19. I was in community college but broke as hell and still hoping to do more porn. One night I was surfing the web and signed up for Recon. After entering my profile information and doing a search for guys in my area who were also interested in bondage, I stumbled upon this one profile.
His user name was Displine4Twinks. The thumbnail pics on this guys page looked familiar. When I clicked on the pics, I saw that they were from the event I had modeled in several months ago. Only one of the pics showed me. Apparently this guy had attended and took a bunch of still shots. I did notice he captured my buddy's hot feet.
I noticed that this guys profile said he was 50, average body type and 6'3. Something about a mature dom taking control over me made me shudder and I could feel my face getting flush.
I decided to "cruise" the guy, which means I clicked a button that will tell him I had been there and was interested. I continued to explore he site and other guys, but kept coming back to his. I masturbated and edged myself for an hour until finally releasing. Just as I was about to sign off, a message popped up. It was him. We chatted back and forth for about an hour, where I revealed my interest in kink, my inexperience and I even sent a few pictures.
I learned that he lived in a really nice area of the same towns. He surprised me when he finally said he would love to have me visit for an evening so he could show me his play room. I was nervous a bit but couldn't resist accepting.
Three days later I drove to the address I was given. It was just a bus station. I waited for about 30 minutes when a classic Mustang pulled up next to my car. The driver have me a look and a nod, and I was sure it was him.
I grabbed my backpack, locked my car and hopped into the Mustang. He introduced himself as Mike, but said I should start calling him Sir. He said I was cute, actually said I was delicious. He reached over and put his hand behind my neck and pulled my face to his where he spent a long time exploring my mouth with his tongue. Feeling flush and at a loss of words, I just looked at him. I must have looked odd, with this astonished look in my eyes as I just stared, mouth half open, at Mike. Sir. I also realized that my skinny body must have contrasted with his large and powerful frame.
Sir asked if I was sure I wanted to explore with him. I said yes. He said, "good" and then said he couldn't risk anyone knowing where he lived, and asked if I would mind being blindfolded as we drive there. I had barely nodded my head and he pulled a black silk piece of cloth out of the glove compartment and tied it snug around my head. It completely shut out the light but felt cool and sort of comfortable.
I was anxious to see what Sir had in store as we drove.
To be continued?