Before we got started, I asked Archie one last time if he was sure that he wanted to go through with this, because if he wasn't prepared for what would take place, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it.
His response told me all that I needed to know, "If you don't stop talking and start tying me up, I'll walk out right now." The smile on his face gave him away. It was a nervous smile, but it got his point across. He had made his decision, and now his body was in my hands.
I led him down to the basement where i had set up some items that would draw his attention. On a table in the middle of the room, I laid out a bull whip (a relic from a trip out to texas to see my uncle), a wooden board with drilled holes, some rubber tubing, a cat o' nine tails, and a singapore cane. These were just for show, to enhance the mood. I had no intention of using my physical strength to hurt Archie, but he didn't know that, and once he saw these instruments his body visibly tensed.
To start off the night's events, I used a 24 inch wide spreader to keep his legs immobile and prevent him from running away. To nullify his hands, I duct taped them into a ball, wrapping each of his fingers individually, then wrapping them together, then curling them into a tight ball. I pulled his arms behind his back and tied a slipknot around each of his wrists running the length of rope connecting the two knots through a hook in the ceiling. I then pulled the knots tight so that his arms were brought high above his head and his upper body was forced parallel to the floor. With this done, I picked up the duct tape again and began wrapping his arms together from his wrists to his upper arm, stopping when I reached just above his elbows. He gave a nervous laugh, and I could tell that he was begining to have doubts about whether he wanted to continue or not, so I took this opportunity to pause my work and play with his still unpackaged head.
When I presented my cock for him, he turned his head away, which i took as a good sign as it meant that he was still in a playful mood. I would have to end that. I grabbed his head and forced my cock into his mouth, but he was still in a playful mood, and he refused to use his tongue, so i did most of the work. His mouth had gotten me hard, but I pulled out before i reached the point of no return. I was far from done though. I replaced my cock with my swollen balls and told him to get them nice and wet. Now Archie was starting to get into it. after lapping at my balls, getting them nice and lathered up, he let them out of his mouth and asked for my cock. Who was I to deny such a request. so I replaced my well lathered balls with my rock hard and let Archie go to work with his expert tongue. It wasn't long until I blew my load, and when I did, I made sure to pull out of his mouth and leave a good amount of cum on his face. With Archie's morale returned, I returned to my task of binding and torturing him.
Now it was time for him to lose a few senses. I placed earplugs in each of his ears and then added cotton pads over his eyes. I secured these in place by wrapping the top of his head in a few layers of pallet wrap. Before I nullified his voice I raised his head and covered his mouth with mine. When I finally pulled away, I started work on his mouth. I decided to pack his mouth with a large, soft, wet sponge that would fill it completely because it seemed like it wouldn't cause him much discomfort while still preventing him from making a sound.
With his mouth now bulging I wrapped around his head once again with pallet wrap, except this time I covered everything, leaving only a slit under his nostrils for him to breathe through. I covered the pallet wrap with layers of duct tape until his head was just a mass of silver. To support his head and keep it facing up, I ran some duct tape from where his forehead would be to the vertical rope which was attached to his wrists. I added a second strip from where his mouth would be just under where the first strip was on the rope so that his head was perpendicular to his body and pointing to the wall in front of him.
He still had the sense of feeling, and I planned on taking full advantage of this. First, I attached a pair of japanese clover nipple clamps, which elicited a visible recoil as he must not have been expecting them. A tug on the chain connecting the two clamps also coaxed some movement out of him.
Next, it was time to work on his balls. I rolled them around in my hand to let him know that my attention had shifted. I started by tying rope around the base of his scrotom and wound around until I reached his testicles which were starting to turn to purple and were pulled a significant distance away from his body. I gave his balls a playful slap and watched as they bounced up and down. It had been about an hour since I began working on him, so I decided to stop here and let him adjust to the new sensations for a few minutes while making preperations for the second stage of his bondage adventure.
I went to the bathroom upstairs and retrieved a hair dryer. I then made a stop in my bedroom and picked up some supplies that i would use later on. Before going back to the basement, I made a stop at the freezer in the kitchen and filled a large bowl with icecubes. Walking back down the stairs leading to the basement, I smiled, remembering the chain of events that led us here.
Archimedes, or Archie as he had been called by his parents and friends since the day he was born, was always willing to try something new. Whether it be playing paintball, eating oriental food, or dying his medium length blonde hair jet black, he was up to it and when he and I went out on our first date, I realized that.
Our date started off innocent enough, as both of us had a feeling of uneasiness, but as the night wore on we became more comfortable with each other. We went to see a movie that night, and by the end, we were openly groping each other, desperate to feel the other's warmth. After the movie ended, it was only 9 o'clock, so we decided to go on a drive through the pinelands to get to know each other better. Because of earlier mistakes in my relationships, I had resolved to come out about my inner desires immediately, so that i would know if the relationship that I was getting into would be built to last or if it would just be one date with no possibility of going any further. I told him of my dominant tendencies, of my desire to encase him in whatever material was available, of my longing to feel him suffer under my control. He went silent, so i continued telling him my interests hoping that he would latch onto something that interested him, and we could share something together.
Archie's 18 year old body had been perfected on the trails of the New Jersey Pinelands, where he would run 5-10 miles six days per week during cross country practice. Despite a diet 3,000 calories per day, his 5'5" body never rose above 110 pounds due to his intense cross country work.
When i had finished running down my laundry list of interests, he asked me a simple question, "would you hurt me?"
I replied to him truthfully, "I want you to be uncomfortable. I want you to squirm. I want you to feel helpless. I do not want to permanently hurt or injure you." And so, our relationship gained a new dimension, when we were alone, I was to be his top, his master, but when in the company of others, he was my equal.
We decided to explore this newly found aspect of our relationship this weekend, when my parents would be attending the wedding of my cousin albert in california. I told Archie that I would take care of everything, that all he would need to do is show up.
I stood over his body for another half an hour, just enjoying the view, watching him squirm, but now it was time to pick up where I left off. I ran my hand across his back to let him know that I was ready to resume his torture.