This is part one of a series- written by an adult, for an adult. Who knows when I'll write part two. Feedback is appreciated.
I sat at my computer, reading the ads on the local hook-ups sites, stroking my six inch cock hoping to find some action.
"Too many other bottoms in this damn town," I thought to myself as I read ad after ad of men looking for blow jobs, tops or anonymous bareback sex. Nothing that I was interested in. I have a fetish for bondage – I love to be tied up and blindfolded. Once there, I love a guy to make me suck his cock, fuck me or play with my balls and ass.
There was that one guy who got a little aggressive with me. He tied me up tighter that I had ever been tied before. I was on my knees at the foot of his bed, my wrists and elbows tied tight, ankles and knees too. I couldn't get any leverage off the bed and he positioned his cock at just the right spot so it slid perfectly down my throat. Problem was, I couldn't lift myself off it tied the way I was. I choked and gagged on him for what felt like hours. He loved abusing me and I found I loved it too. My cock was hard and throbbing as I struggled to get air into my lungs from around his cock or through my nose. I choked up so much spit and mucus all over his cock and balls. He loved it. After I got over the fear of being choked to death, I loved it to.
I've been a lot more careful since then of picking guys to tie me up. I may have a kinky streak but not a death wish. As I sat scrolling through the ads looking for something fun I got an IM from a guy I had played with a few times before. He had been mostly vanilla but he was sexy, had a great cock and loved to fuck my throat and my ass. He had one of those cocks that fit perfectly down my throat, past my tonsils and didn't make me gag. He also had a lot of precum which always made him taste so sweet too.
"I have treat for you boy," he said in his IM. "You should come over."
I hated being called boy. I'm close to forty years old but I look damn good for my age. I'm probably carrying a few too many extra pounds but who likes a skinny guy anyway.
"Oh, yeah," I replied. "I should, huh?"
A few seconds later he replied, "No hints. Come over. You'll enjoy." And I always did enjoy with him so I said, "Be there in 20."
I was already clean and showered so I threw on some shorts a t-shirt and flip-flops hit the road.
He lived in a nice house not far from me and I found his street in no time. The street was dark, no streetlights in this part of town. As I pulled into his driveway I began to second guess myself, wondering if I had the right house. As I stepped out of my car, the garage door started to slowly open and light poured out and I could see him waiting for me. His garage was big enough for two cars but only contained one, parked all the way to one side. The other side was fairly empty except for a few boxes here and there and his weight bench. He told me once that he liked to work out in the heat of the garage – more sweat. He closed the garage and came over and kissed me. I forgot how good he felt in my arms. We made out for a few minutes and I asked if we were going to go inside where it was cooler.
"I have a surprise for you tonight," he said. "I know you like things a little kinky and I've made some plans for you. I'm ready to try something new. You trust me?"
"Sure," I replied, my cock hardening in my shorts, curious about what he had planned.
"Why don't you strip here," he said more of a command than a request. I pulled off my clothes as quickly as I had put them on just minutes ago. As I was doing that he was fumbling in one of the boxes and when I looked up he was holding what looked like some leather.
I looked at him curiously and he reminded me that last time we played I shared my bondage fetish with him. He had said then that that intrigued him and he had shared the story with another friend who lent him some restraints and other things "we'd see later."
"Turn around, bitch," he said and I laughed at his tough guy demeanor. He slapped me hard on the ass and as he wrapped restraints around my wrists, first the left, then the right he told me that I obviously didn't know him very well. He liked to dominate a "pussy boy" he called me and since I like having my ass worked as well as bondage he thought he'd try something new with me tonight.
He secured my now wrapped wrists together behind my back and went back to his box. More restraints appeared as I turned my head to watch what he was doing.
"Who told you to turn around bitch," he said in a firm tone and walked over and slapped my ass again. I kind of liked that. He then pulled a stretch fabric hood over my head and worked to line up the mouth hole with my lips. It wrapped my head tightly and felt quite erotic. I could still see out through the fabric but he must have known that since he immediately followed the hood with a wrap of some kind around my eyes. I was now standing in my buddy's garage, blindfolded, naked and with my hands secured behind my back. My cock was hard as a rock.
"A few more things before we go inside," he said as he began to rattle off and put on me, "Ankle restraint left leg. Ankle restraints right leg. Dog collar around the neck. Cock ring." As he said the last he stretched something around my balls and my cock, separating my balls and tightening my hard cock. It was an amazing feeling.
"Let's go pussy," he said as he grabbed my cock to lead me into the house. "A couple of rules - no speaking unless you're spoken to and asked a direct question. My name is now SIR. Your name is now Bitch. Or Pussy. Or Cunt. Or whatever else I call you. Got it."
"Yes Sir," I replied. I was in heaven. My cock was rock hard, I was tied up, blindfolded and was being led into an unfamiliar place.
I had been to Sir's place before but I came in through the front door last time and we went right into his bedroom. This time, I was being led somewhere else and guided over to lean against something soft. I could feel him walk behind me and unsecure my hands.
"I borrowed a sling from my buddy too. You're standing in front of it. Get your ass up there and slide back."
I had never been in a sling before and was very excited to try it out. I sat back and got most of my weight on the leather. He walked behind me and pulled me back so my ass was on the edge of the cradle. My head hung back off the end and I grabbed onto the chains for support.
"Grab higher," he said, and I slid my hands up the support chain. He grabbed my left restraint and I could feel him secure the ring to the chain. He did the same to the other side. My legs were next but he lifted them high and secured them to the chains as well. I felt him wrap a belt around my middle securing me to the sling. He kept wrapping it around and around so I was literally strapped from my navel to my nipples to the sling cradle. He then went about wrapping my arms and legs to the chains of the sling. I felt like I became one with it. Arms and legs secured, I couldn't move at all.
"Now," he said, " the fun begins. I know you like to suck cock and get fucked. You will get lots of that tonight. And by the way, we're not alone.'
I tried to lift my head but of course I was blindfolded and couldn't see at all. "I just have a few friends with us. You'll get to meet them all in time. They all have a different things they like to do... and they've all brought their own toys. Relax... this will be fun. Open up."
I could feel him behind me and his cock was resting on my forehead. I opened my mouth and he slid in easily. He begin to fuck my mouth pretty hard and I began to choke and sputter. "Get it good and wet boy" he said as he gagged me on his rod.
He pulled out and walked around to my ass and forced his wet cock right into my ass. "OWWW," I screamed. "Please use a condom and some lube!"
"Who said you could speak? You're my prisoner boy. No condom tonight. You know I'm clean. Take my cock," he said as he impaled me deep. I didn't like barebacking but I was getting it now. My heart started to pound and my ass was on fire. He continued to fuck me hard, using the sling to slide me on and off of his cock. I could hear his breathing deepen as he got closed to cumming. I was moaning in pleasure but had enough presence of mind to ask, "Please don't cum in my ass."
"That's two boy. No talking. Bob, take care of that."
With that I felt a hard cock at my mouth and Bob, I guess, plugged my throat deep as Sir continued to plow my ass.
"Take this load in your pussy ass faggot. Here I cum." With that I felt sir pull me hard onto his cock, I gasped for air as I could feel him unload in my hole. I began to sob but Bob put an end to that as he continued to fuck my throat with his thick, stubby cock. It didn't take him long to unload down my throat. Not what I had expected tonight.
Bob pulled out and Sir pulled out at the same time Sir walked over to my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. "Clean me off bitch, and get ready for your punishment for talking out of turn."
I wanted to reply but was afraid. His cock tasted like ass, my ass, and cum, but in the position I was in, I had no choice but to suck it.
When Sir had had enough of my mouth he walked away and I felt someone putting something hard and rubbery in my mouth. "To keep you quiet during your punishment boy," a strange voice said as he tightened the leather straps of the cock-sized gag onto my head.
"How do your balls feel faggot," someone said as I felt a hand grab onto my ball sac.
"How about now," he asked as he squeezed hard. I screamed into the gag from the searing pain. I tried to close my legs to protect myself but I was totally at their mercy. He loosened his grip then squeezed again. I bucked into the binds securing me screaming in pain. I could feel the sweat now drenching the hood and pouring off my body.
"Speak again and it gets worse," said the voice as he slapped my balls while letting go of them. I was panting for air, trying to calm down unsure how I had gotten into this. My vanilla friend wasn't so vanilla at all.
"Well you're cock is still hard so you must be enjoying some of this boy," said Sir as he unstrapped the gag from around my head. "You may speak Boy.
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"What the FUCK?," I shouted. "I thought you and I were going to fuck like last time. Yes, I like bondage but this is rape. And you fucking came in my ass. And, my balls, OW."
"But you liked it, right," Sir asked as he slowly rubbed my shoulders.
I had to think for a second and, yes, I suppose this was hot. "Yeah, but I don't like bareback sex. I only play safe."
"Then you're not going to like this," he said as a I felt someone walk up, grab the sling and pull me onto a thick hard cock.
"That's George now fucking you. I met George online earlier tonight. He was looking to fuck a hot hole and I invited him over. I didn't do a test but George said he was negative."
"Oh please don't let him cum in my ass," I begged. "Please. It's not safe."
"What do you think George? Will you honor his request?"
"Well," said George. "I won't cum in his ass if he'll clean out my shit hole with his tongue."
"That sounds fair," said Sir. "What do you think boy, George's hole or his cum?"
"Better decide soon," said George as he picked up the pace on my ass.
"No cum in my ass," I nearly shouted as George pulled out, walked around and shoved his cock down my throat. One stroke and I was swallowing George's cum. He softened in my mouth and backed off, turned around and fed me his ass. His ass was ripe and I turned my head.
"Tsk Tsk," said Sir. "A deal is a deal." And with that, I felt a fist squeezing my balls again. As I opened my mouth to scream, George lowered his ass onto my face. I licked his dirty hole, tasting ass, shit, and nasty. George rode my tongue for awhile and I heard a knock at the door.
George held my head steady as I could hear someone arranging to pay the pizza guy.
"What the fuck," I heard the young guy say. "Holy shit I ain't never seen something like that before."
"Ever fuck a guy's ass," someone asked him.
"No sir, I ain't never fucked no one. I'm just 18. Holy shit is he eating that guy's ass. That's nasty."
"Want to fuck his ass?"
"Really? Can I? With y'all watching? "
"yup... he loves getting fucked, don't ya cunt?"
George lifted himself off my face long enough for me to answer, "Yes, I love getting fucked..." Before I could finish my sentence about using a condom, I George was back on my face feeding me more of his ass.
The other guys in the room started to hoot and holler – there were maybe six or seven voices. One said, "damn bitch, you should see the size of this boy's cock!!"
"It's why I'm still a virgin. I can't get a bitch to let me fuck her with this monster. It's a curse."
"Well pizza boy, that's why you need a faggot. A good faggot loves big cock up his ass. Right boy?" "Hmmmppph Hmmmmppphhh," I said from George's crack.
George came off of my face and I could feel the guys securing something else in my mouth. This thing had a tube in it that partially gagged me and it was secured around my head. I had to be careful how I breathed or I'd start to gag and choke.
I could feel pizza boy line his cock up to my ass and I began to shake my head back and forth, trying to say the word condom but the other guys just laughed. Then I felt his head pop into my stretched sphincter and I could tell he was huge around. I began to buck again but pizza boy learned fast. He grabbed the sling and pulled me forward, fast, impaling his huge cock into my ass. He didn't last long and he pulled out and shot his load all over my balls and my stomach. He came lots and just when I had a moment of relief, I could feel him shove his cock back in my hole and pounded me some more. As he pulled out I felt my ass grasping for what it had just lost. Another thick cock – that's three I think and I'm still immobile and leaking cum.
"Thanks fellas. That was hot!! Whew. Better then jerking off, that's fur sure. Hey where's the john? I always gotta pee after I cum."
"See the funnel there boy, you can pee into that."
I heard the boy giggle and everyone else laugh then I heard his piss splash against some hard plastic. Almost at once, the tube in my mouth began to leak. Fuck!! His piss was coming down the tube. My mouth started to fill with piss and I couldn't spit it out. "You have no choice but to swallow boy," someone said, as if I couldn't figure that out myself. I swallowed pizza boy's piss. It seemed to never stop coming and I kept swallowing.
I could feel more people gathering around and more streams of liquid. I could barely keep up with all the piss but I kept drinking. FUCK! I needed to get out.
"Well thank y'all. I have to get back to work. Can I come back later when my shift is over?"
"Sure. And feel free to being some friends. This fucker ain't going no where."
I began to scream into my gag and I felt a hand grip my balls. I stopped and could feel a tear trickle down my face. I was in for a long night.