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Jake Toksmer Chapter 6: Are Those What I Think They Are?
Jeremy and I had been sleeping together and having various levels of roughness in our sex... I was into it up to a point. Basically, I didn't mind rough, but I've never been one for violence or bondage or anything like that. In fact, I'm a little creeped out by it.
So I was a little shocked at Jeremy's suggestion that we try some kind of bondage.
He had been reading about it on some website (maybe here, who knows) and said he was pretty turned on by it. He pretty much begged me to try it, saying if it was too much, we wouldn't have to do it. I agreed to it, but made it clear I wasn't too into the idea.
I decided to do some research. I didn't like what I read. I mean, nothing was all that bad, and everyone seemed to like it based on what I read or saw, but I just didn't get it. I still don't. And I also got worried.
Like I said, on a good day Jeremy was about five feet tall. He's tiny. Ripped, yes, but tiny. And some of the people I read about were bigger, hairier, and in general kind of scary. The videos I saw online gave me no comfort in this - they made me worry more.
I wasn't worried about what Jeremy was going to do to me - I want that to be absolutely clear. I was worried that Jeremy might really like this and really get into it. And I figured they would eat him alive. Seriously, I got a little scared thinking of Jeremy getting into a situation where he couldn't get out of it.
But maybe we wouldn't get to that point. Maybe we'd try it and he wouldn't like it. Or at least wouldn't be obsessed it.
So I told Jeremy to let me know what he wanted to do so I could think about it, and all he said was he thought he wanted to tie me down. I told him I'd do it, that it'd be fun.
And maybe it would be fun. I still wasn't into the idea, but whatever.
A few days later, I went downstairs to Jeremy's room and saw something shiny in his backpack.
"Are those what I think they are, Jeremy?" I asked.
"Well, I don't know. What do you think they are?" he asked rather coyly.
"They look like handcuffs."
"Well, then yes, they are what you think they are," he laughed. I laughed, too, trying to hide the fact that I was a bit nervous.
We went back up to my room and watched tv until around lunchtime. I didn't have class until after lunch and he was done for the day, having only had a 9:30AM class that had been cancelled. I grabbed my backpack and we both left to go get a bite to eat. We split up after eating and I went to class.
That afternoon I came back to my dorm room to drop off my books before heading to the gym for a workout. I got there and Jeremy and Dave were playing the Playstation, but I quickly got them both off the floor and out the door to go to the gym. Dave decided he just wanted to go for a run, while Jeremy and I headed to the weight room. I only did enough to keep in shape - I was not into building up tons of muscles. Never have been, actually. I liked the way I looked, nice and sculpted and no fat... but bulging anything (other than in my trousers) was something I didn't need.
We were there for quite awhile, getting a nice workout before heading back to the dorms. As we walked into Jeremy's room we both pulled our shirts off and tossed them over his chair. He climbed up onto his top bunk and tapped the spot next to him, telling me to hop up. I did, and we kissed. He asked if we could go ahead and try the bondage thing, and I said sure.
So while we were kissing he reached behind him and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. He put it around my wrist and then left it dangling there. It was freezing cold, but he hadn't put it on too tightly or anything - it wasn't uncomfortable, just a bit odd. He pushed me down until I was lying on my back, kissing my chest and sucking on my nipples as he did so, really getting me a bit worked up and hard in no time. He moved my left hand closer to the bedpost and then "clink," snapped the handcuff around the bedpost, locking me down.
Well, this wasn't going to be nearly as bad as I thought, as Jeremy went ahead and kissed me. One hand up above my head and the other free to caress his back as he laid there on top of me.
My dick had grown into a raging hard-on lying there, and I could feel his through his skimpy running shorts and briefs. His dick was straining to get out - I could feel it throbbing whenever we both stopped moving and he laid still on me.
And then he pulled out another set of handcuffs, attached them to my right wrist, and locked that arm to the other side of the bed. This was unexpected, but I went with it. I have to admit, it felt pretty good - not being able to move and having Jeremy totally go to town on my chest. He kissed and licked all over my pecs and abs and worked his way down my body, grabbing the waistband of my workout shorts and pulling them down to my ankles. He slipped them over my feet - I was still wearing my socks and shoes - and came back up to my dick, wrapping his lips around my shaft and moving up and down really slowly.
He just kept at it. Very, very slowly, then stopping. I just moaned in delight; it was really hot - a lot hotter than I thought it would be - not being able to move my arms or do much about it.
And then he paused. More than paused, he stopped and sat up. My dick was leaking pre-cum like a faucet and I had a pained look on my face - I wanted to get off. But he smiled a really evil little smile and turned around and took my shoes and socks off and tossed them to the floor.
"Uh... Jeremy? Jeremy?"
He didn't say a word. He climbed down off the bed and I just laughed a bit. Not a big laugh, just a bit of a chuckle. But he jumped down onto the floor and shed his shoes, socks, and running shorts. He stood there for a second staring at me and then pulled his briefs down, then walked over to his desk. He grabbed some tissues and sat down on the floor, staring at me. He laid back on the floor and started stroking his dick. He stared at me up there, naked on his bed, leaning over to watch him. He stroked faster and harder until he came all over his stomach.
He laid there, breathing heavily, and grabbed the tissues and wiped off his stomach. I just stared, mesmerized. He tossed the tissues in the trashcan and walked over to the beds, standing on the lower bunk so he could be up above me, yet hiding his dick under the railing (probably still leaking - all that cum going to waste!).
"You want something?" he asked.
"Um... I... uh..." and he cut me off as he leaned over and once again wrapped his mouth around my throbbing hard-on. I moaned, as he knew I would, and when I did, in a flash, he had shoved his sweaty, nasty briefs right into my mouth. I totally couldn't believe it! There I was, naked, handcuffed, and now gagged! I didn't even realize he had them in his hand when he climbed up the bed!
And he hopped down off the bed and walked over to his towel rack.
"I'll be back in a few minutes."
And with that, he was gone.
I didn't panic or anything. I was turned on - very turned on. I wasn't terribly happy about the situation, though. I was happy to be lying naked in Jeremy's bed, waiting for him to get back from showering off. I didn't really mind the handcuffs... they were not that bad and kind of kinky. I had gotten rock solid and stayed there until he shoved his briefs in my mouth. That pretty much took the fun out of it. I don't know why - and I don't get why guys are into that sort of thing, bondage or not. I am not, and my erection pretty quickly started to fall. Though I don't write it down very well, I'm a fairly vocal person during sex.
So I laid there until he came back. It wasn't very long... maybe ten minutes. My dick started to get hard again as Jeremy walked in and put his towel back on the rack... I figured now I'd see some action and we'd have some fairly hot sex.
Wrong.
He walked over to his dresser, grabbed some clothes, and started getting dressed! How dare he!? I grunted into his briefs and he looked up, then went back to getting dressed.
"UNNNH!!!!!!" I grunted as loudly as I could through the cotton.
He looked up, and with no humor said, "What? I'm hungry. I'm gonna go eat. You just... sit tight."
And with that, he walked out the door... two seconds later, it opened again. I figured it was just part of his little routine because he walked right over to the bed and climbed up, standing on the lower bunk. He looked over at me, saw that my hard-on had faded, and pounced on it, sliding his mouth up and down getting me hard again. Yes, I thought! I groaned in approval as his lips moved up and down my shaft.
"That should tide you over 'til I get back, heh," he said, and left again.
What. The. Fuck? Seriously, I couldn't believe it. I was fine with a bit of handcuffed-to-the-bed sex, but leaving me naked in his room like that, gagged??? Not in the agreement. But whatever... I laid there and decided to try to enjoy myself.
It wasn't really working. I was trying to think about the sex we'd be having and convince myself it'd be hot. But it just wasn't working. I kept, well, gagging on Jeremy's underwear stuffed in my mouth.
After about thirty minutes I heard someone fiddling with the doorlock. Finally, Jeremy was back, we'd finish this little charade, and I'd go shower and clean up.
Wrong, again.
Stan walks around the corner. But not just Stan. Oh no. The weird foreigner that speaks no English managed to make a friend with another foreign student. However, this is a foreign student I know - he was in one of my classes. I couldn't remember his name but it didn't matter - I couldn't say hello to either of them as I was handcuffed, gagged, and naked there on that bunk. Stan paid no attention to me - acted as if it was all totally normal - which isn't too far from the truth as much as Jeremy and I "did the dirty" with him in the room. The other guy, though, was stunned. He tried not to look, but did a few times, only to quickly turn away. I heard some mumbling but didn't worry about it. There wasn't much I could do at this point anyway.
I laid there, not feeling too embarrassed. It wasn't as though I'd not been naked in front of people before. I hadn't ever been immobilized, though, and never gagged. I wasn't turned on by any of it, but it wasn't too bad either. I just went back to lying there staring at the ceiling. They left after a couple of minutes. I was glad of that.
So I stared at the ceiling. And stared. And stared.
Forty-five minutes after that I was actually feeling pretty pissed off. That's when Jeremy came back and looked at me, smiled, and grabbed a book of his. He sat down in his chair and started to read. I let out an exasperated moan and rolled my eyes. This wasn't hot, it wasn't intense. It was now nothing more than irritating. He put the book down and came over to me, climbing up onto the bed. He climbed all the way up and sat up there with me, just looking at me. Finally he reached over and took my dick in his hand and started stroking it. He leaned over soon enough and once again started sucking me off... I did get hard quickly, but I was trying my hardest not to enjoy it, though. No noises from me.
I could see the look on his face and he was trying his best to make me enjoy it, too. He knew I wasn't too pleased with how this had gone and no doubt remembered I had been opposed to it, but had done it for him. He came up off my dick and licked his finger, running it in between my legs and sliding it slowly into my hole, sliding it in and out while he went back to servicing my cock. I moaned then. I was enjoying that part.
He kept up for a few minutes and then stopped again. But this time, to strip down. He was sitting there naked, jumped down off the bed, and turned out the lights. He went back to his desk and turned on his little desk lamp, giving a nice soft glow to the room. He hopped back up into the bed and spit onto his dick, rubbing the spit around his quite hard cock before lifting my legs and pushing into me. I moaned, and my dick leaked a HUGE amount as he did so.
He started pushing in and out, moaning softly as he did so. I moaned, too. His cock was hugely engorged - I'm sure he had been thinking about me tied up in his room and being helpless other than waiting for him - and I could feel every bump and vein on his shaft as he pulled out and pushed back into me.
He grabbed my ankles and held my legs out as far as he could, pretty much totally immobilizing me while he picked up his pace, pounding my ass. And I couldn't take it any more... I came, hard. The first shot flew way up, hitting my nose, cheek, mouth, and chin... the next hitting middle of my chest and the next few hitting down my abs until I was spent. Jeremy came right after - almost as soon as my hole clamped down on his dick he started to shoot, too, and filled me a gigantic load of his sperm.
Spent, I just laid there moaning softly. He kept up, trying to get every last bit of cum out of him and into me.
He pulled out and leaned forward, licking the cum up off my abs and my chest before making it to my face. He licked the bit off my chin and cheek and nose, then grabbed his own underwear with his teeth, pulling it out and dropping it to the side.
"You fucker!" I practically spit the words at him. We frenched deeply and for a long time. When we came up for air I asked him to open the cuffs. He grabbed the keys and unlocked me, and DAMN did my arms hurt. I didn't realize I had been flexing or doing anything that would make me THAT sore. It was terrible.
"So?" he asked, a bit of hope in his voice.
"Well," I replied, "the sex was awesome, but DAMN my arms hurt and what the fuck were you doing leaving me for all that time???? Stan and one of his friends came back while you were off having your RIDICULOUSLY long dinner. And you didn't say anything about gagging? And your briefs??? Jeremy!!!! Ugh!"
"Well, I kind of thought it'd be, you know, kinky. The leaving you to just lie here... sorry that fucker came back though... hehe.... I didn't plan that. And, um, sorry about the gag... I thought it'd be hot."
I wasn't mad at him, but said it wasn't what I had expected. And my arms hurt. It'd be fine, though - the next time we tried the bondage thing I was going to be in charge. It was a couple of weeks before we got around to my being in control. And Jeremy got what he asked for. He wanted something intense, and for me, I wanted this over with because while the sex had been good, the tied up for ages was not. I took a risk, though... either I was going to be scaring this out of him or get him way too turned on.
Chapter 7: I Gambled
Jeremy and I had had hot bondage sex of sorts. I had been handcuffed and he had left me naked and gagged for a couple of hours before we finally had that sex. I hadn't been expecting him to leave me alone, but he thought it'd be hot. I decided for him I'd go to the extreme, far more than what he had done. My goal was to get this out of him - I really was not into the idea, and didn't want him to get into it as a lifestyle. I just didn't.
I was taking a risk, though, as a friend later pointed out to me when I told her about this. I was going to an extreme, and it could have backfired on me - Jeremy could have loved it so much he would have plunged into the BDSM scene hardcore (is that redundant?).
I waited until it was dark and then asked Jeremy to go off-campus with me to dinner. We walked down part of campus to my car. I'll stop to talk about that, not that anyone cares, but I love cars. But my dad and I like working on cars and have peculiar tastes when it comes to them. We had seen a car on a trip that we thought was SO cool and eventually found one. However, we went through a bunch of catalogs, shipping from foreign countries (mainly the UK and Australia), until finally we had it in the spec we wanted (changed the headlights to match the European version). It was as British as it was going to get (as it should be, being a British car). I had a Rover SD1 (look them up if you like cars at all).
For those of you unfamiliar with them, they're pretty cool. It's a big sporty hatchback, 5-speed manual, 3.5L V8. I loved that car. It was fast (we sort of tuned the engine ourselves), handled great, and was really different.
Anyway, we walked down to my Rover, I threw a backpack I had packed (which included Jeremy's handcuffs) into the hatch and we jumped in. I fired up the V8 and we rumbled away (it was such a sporty ride). I'm a fairly aggressive driver, and I had some fun every time I got behind the wheel of that car.
Before we knew it, though, we were well off campus and into another town where we ate at a really good pizza place. Had it not been for the fact that I knew what I wanted to do to Jeremy, I would have eaten a lot more. And from there, we jumped back in my Rover and headed for a big park I knew. I had a plan.
We got to the park, and I switched off the engine. He asked why we were there and I told him I was going to try to do what he wanted - mainly, fulfill some of those wishes he had with bondage.
"Right here? In the park????? Isn't this a little TOO public?" He was a little surprised.
"You can say no, if you want, but you said you wanted something intense. And this is was as good as I could think of," I replied.
He said that was what he wanted, and he agreed that the park was a good idea because it's outdoors and public, but that no one would be there at that hour. And we figured there wouldn't be - I had been by the year before many times for a lovemaking session with a girl I had been seeing (incidentally, the fact that I liked guys was, in fact, too much for her) and there was never a soul around as we sat there in my car, or did a few other things in my car, steaming up the windows.
Anyway, we got out of the car, I grabbed my backpack I had packed, and we headed off into the park. I had done some community service work in there with a group on campus so I knew a nice little spot about a fifteen or twenty minute walk in, near nothing. It was a nice little spot on the other side of a little hill. There were a few trees around, a couple of picnic tables, and a large low wooden fence, designed purely for aesthetics, not for any real purpose. It was one of those fences made from huge logs, two levels and connected to large pillars, also made of logs, all worn soft and smooth from tons of sanding and tons of weather over the decade or so it had probably been there.
This was it. This was the spot where I'd either scare this bondage stuff out of Jeremy or lose him to it.
There was only one light, up at the top of the hill. Where we were we could easily be seen if someone came by, but only if someone walked to the top of the hill and looked down on that side where we were. The light, when you looked back up, definitely masked the identity of whoever was walking down from up there - it was one of those bright street lights inappropriately thrown into the middle of a park that was technically closed at that hour.
For those of you keeping track, yes, it was winter. But we were having a really mild spell, and the temperature was probably around 60 or so. We were both wearing sweatshirts... not the sexiest of outfits, I'll admit. But hey, we went out for pizza first.
Anyway, I looked around until I found the right spot. I thought I remembered it and, fortunately, I had. I walked back over and opened my backpack up. I asked Jeremy to stand up, and I reached under his sweatshirt to grab his undershirt and pulled them both up over his head. He shivered lightly in the cold, but he said he was fine.
"And I'll be hot soon enough," he joked, not knowing what was in store for him.
I had him put his hands in front of him and I handcuffed them together. Then I grabbed the other set of handcuffs and attached them to the chain in between the cuffs on his wrists. I then led him over to the spot I had found and leaned him WAY over the wide log, attaching the other end of the handcuffs to an exposed water pipe that came up out of the grown just on the other side of the fence. He was bent over the log, his ass in the perfect position. Actually, that was pretty hot; Jeremy shirtless and bent over like that was fantastic, and my cock had jumped to attention at the sight.
Poor Jeremy, he was so short. He could barely touch the ground on his toes because of where the fence's log met his belly. I asked him if he was okay - not pulling on his arms too much or anything, and he assured me he felt fine. With that, I reached down and untied his shoes. I tossed them over to where my backpack was and then took off his socks. I walked them over to where I had tossed his shoes and stuffed them inside his Nikes. I walked back over, unfastened his belt, and put my hands inside his underwear, pulling his jeans and briefs down in one fluid motion. He didn't resist, and in fact moaned a little when his dick rubbed a bit on the log in front of him.
So there he was, naked, tied to a pipe and bent over a log in the middle of a cool night. I stood up, walked back to my backpack and tucked his jeans and underwear inside. I grabbed a couple of bungee cords I had put in my backpack earlier. I walked over and wrapped one each around his knees and the log in front of his legs.
"Ooh... that's kinda hot," he said, a little too cocky.
"Heh... well, yeah," I responded. "Are those cords too tight? Legs okay?"
"Yeah, they're fine. You know, making sure I'm okay isn't the way this is supposed to work."
"Oh, really? Okay then." And I walked back to my backpack and grabbed his briefs. And the bandana I had brought. I walked back over and gave his balls a little whack... nothing hard, but enough of a shock (especially against the log he was tied over) for him to yelp a bit. I stuffed his briefs in his mouth when he did. They were my gag when he tied me down, they were his now. Then I took the bandana (it was black), and tied it over his eyes. He protested a bit at that, but I wasn't having any of it.
Satisfied that Jeremy was securely tied and couldn't make a sound or see, I walked back over to my backpack, grabbed the lube I brought, and walked back over to him. I rubbed it all over his hole, pushing some in with my fingers - a few at a time - to get a nice moan from him. He was loving that. And so I stopped.
"Okay, you're enjoying that too much. I'll let you cool off... I'll be back in a few."
And with that, I walked over to the table, zipped up my backpack, and started walking to the car. I walked like a normal person until I got over the hill and far enough away that I figured he couldn't hear me and then I RAN like a scared teen in a horror movie back to my car.
Back at the car (it took a few minutes, even running), I opened the small pouch on my backpack and grabbed the lighter and cigarette I had taken from a buddy of mine. I didn't smoke, but had tried and could get one lit when needed. And as far as Jeremy knew, I was adamantly opposed to smoking, having refused to kiss him a couple of times when he had been out drinking and smoking while pledging his fraternity.
I ran back to where I'd tied up Jeremy as fast as I could, but stopped when I got about 100 yards away. I stopped and took some deep breaths and walked slowly that last bit to the top of the hill. I stopped. Kicked a bit of dirt so he knew I was there, and then sauntered down to him. When I got down to him, I didn't do much besides walk around. At first, anyway.
After a few minutes of walking from side to side I walked up to him and touched him, roughly, like a piece of meat you see in the butcher's shop. He hadn't made any noise the entire time, but when I put my hands on his side he jumped and moved a little bit. I ran my hands over his back and then down his legs before slapping his ass. He groaned into the gag, his own briefs, when I did that.
And then I did something he would never forget. I pulled out the lighter and flicked it. He heard me as soon as I moved the steel wheel and his head popped up as much as it could. He stopped moving totally, but I could almost hear his heartbeat as he came to the realization that the person behind him who'd just slapped his ass had a lighter... and I didn't own a lighter.
I lit the cigarette and took a puff, exhaling directly in the direction of the back of his head so he could get a whiff of the smoke. He immediately started struggling against the handcuffs and the bungee cords, and moaning - no, he was screaming - into the gag.
I ashed the cigarette directly onto his back and brushed it off - he was still struggling but couldn't do much besides make some noise, and then tossed the cigarette down to the grown, stepping on it to put it out. I had a pretty good hard-on by now and unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my briefs down, exposing my leaking cock. He heard me unzip and pull my pants down, and really started struggling. I figured he was going to break the bungee cords he was trying so hard, or else really give himself some rope burns or bruises.
I slapped my hands to his side and plunged right into his ass without warning. Straight in, full on, ramming my dick as far into him as I could get it. I grunted, trying to keep my voice lower, gruffer, than I normally sound. After that I didn't make a sound. Jeremy, however, was yelling into his own briefs, but the sound wasn't making it more than a few feet it was so muffled.
I mercilessly pounded his ass with my cock. After a minute or two he gave up fighting, but was still making a fuss into the gag.
And then I suddenly pulled out. I acted startled, like I had just heard something. I quickly grabbed up my pants and just started running in the opposite direction of where the car was parked, and away from Jeremy. And I made a big circle, running. Zipping up and slowing down to a jog I circled around and came back to where I had come from the first time, the way from the car. I jogged over the hill and came down to Jeremy, still immobilized and struggling against the restraints.
"Sorry Jeremy... a cop stopped me by the car and I needed to get rid of him. He was wondering what I was doing here late at night. I got rid of him - told him I was visiting some people across the street, but we'll have to make this fast. I told him the car was temperamental and that I'd get it started in a minute."
I pulled my shirt off and put it on the picnic table nearby. The whole time Jeremy was struggling and moaning/shouting into his gag.
"Yeah, I know... I know you've been waiting."
I dropped my pants and my underwear (again) and gently pushed into him, the way I normally did. I started up my normal rhythm and pushed in and out, in and out. Jeremy had stopped struggling completely and was making a soft moaning noise as I pleasured his prostrate. I was thrusting in and out of him for a couple of minutes when I felt his body tighten up and his ass clamp around my dick as he came on the log in front of him. I came right after that, right into his tight ass, and leaned there on him for a couple of moments after.
He was still doing the little moan when I realized he was crying. He had been crying almost the entire time I had been fucking him. I jumped over the fence and pulled the gag out and he screamed:
"Jake! Jake! Please untie me! Please get me out of this," he cried, "I've got to... I need to... please, get me off this thing."
He was scared beyond his mind's capacity. I pulled off the bandana I used to blindfold him and could see the tears that had been running down his face. He looked at me and I saw a lot of fear in his eyes.
I am NOT proud of what I did or that I upset him so much. I kissed him and he couldn't really kiss back. I told him not to worry about it as I undid the handcuffs and went to his legs to undo the bungee cords. From his struggling he had some nasty rope burns, but he was okay. Physically, anyway. Mentally was another story.
I put my arms around him as I stood up and walked him over to the picnic table. I sat him down on it side ways and I sat right behind him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close to me. He eventually reached down and grabbed his shoes to put them on. He started crying a lot then and couldn't do it. He was disgusted with what had happened and he couldn't do it. I got off the bench and put his shoes on for him. When I finished, he was looking down at me, his face red and eyes totally bloodshot. I rubbed his thigh gently and got back up and wrapped my arms around him again.
"Shh... Jeremy... shh... it's okay. You're okay. Everything's okay." I tried to soothe him.
"No... no, it's not," he said through teary breaths. "I don't want to do that again. You were right. I'm not meant for this..." and he started to cry again.
"Jeremy, trust me, you're okay."
"No... you weren't here. Somebody came by. He... I thought... I thought it was you. But it wasn't." He paused and cried a bit.
I held his naked little body as tightly as I could and started to explain.
"Jeremy, you're okay. That wasn't somebody else, that was me. This didn't seem like you, this bondage thing, and I didn't want you to get hurt - to have this done to you and not know you were safe. But you were. I RAN to and from the car - there was no cop that held me up, or stranger that did that to you. It was me the whole time. I'm sorry... but I just didn't think you would really like this."
"Yeah... yeah, you were right." He was relieved. He wasn't crying as much. Just a few sobs.
"Unfortunately, um, all of your clothes are back at the car. Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yeah."
We stood up and I put my arm around him. He pretty much covered himself as we walked, though we did stop by a tree (it was a twenty minute walk on the way back) where I kissed him deeply in the moonlight. It was kind of humourous, I think, had someone seen us. A stark naked guy (well, except for socks and shoes) and a fully clothed guy making out, with no other place for clothes around, as if I had just happened upon a naked guy in the park.
We got back to the car and I helped him get dressed - he was already starting to feel sore. We threw the handcuffs in the trash before we left the park.
Later on, when we were lying in bed, I had my arm around him and he said, "I'm really mad at myself. I came after all of that. Did I like it? Do I get off on that?"
"Jeremy, I was hitting that spot... your prostate. It's normal. It doesn't mean anything. Plus, you knew it was me that time. Don't worry about it... it would happen to anyone." I kissed the back of his neck and we went to sleep.
And thus I ended Jeremy's fantasies of bondage. He later got mad at me for fooling him into thinking he got raped. He was really pissed and actually wouldn't speak to me for a few days. Afterwards, he thought about it again, though, and apologized. Had I not done that, it could have happened to him and he wouldn't have been safe. He was all ready to try more, or so he thought until that night.
Like I said earlier, I'm not proud of what I did, in how I made him feel. But I got it out of his system.
And for anyone into karma - I received my comeuppance. It's a long time after this, but I'll get to it eventually.