I tried to keep this story as true to my experience as possible. This is my first time ever writing like this… I hope you enjoy!
We met on Grindr. He reached out to me and his profile said he was into bondage and edging, so I was immediately interested. Not to mention he had a great smile and a great body. Our first few sessions had some amazing moments, but I want to focus on our most recent encounter.
Upon entering his apartment I briefly spot he’s put a small step ladder and a bunch of gear on the coffee table next to it. He pulls me into a hug and a deep kiss. We make small talk while he takes off my shirt and I put my stuff away in a corner. He leads me over to the step later and instructs me to rest my chest on the top step which already had a towel on it for comfort. I feed my head and arms through the ladder, a rail above me. He places a pillow under my knees that rests on the stool and begins to tie my wrists and arms to the ladder. I can shift my arms slightly but am secured to the stool. He places a hood mask over my head that has no holes for my eyes but leaves my mouth open.
He gently holds my head in his hands and bends down to kiss me. He pulls away quickly and I’m craning my neck, hoping for more. I drop my head once I feel he’s moved away, feeling disappointed. I jump when I feel his hand behind me, rubbing my crotch through my sweatpants and underwear. He pulls my pants off, leaving me in my underwear and socks. He ties my ankles and legs to the step stool in a similar shibari style to my arms. At this point I can move my feet and hands freely but that’s all.
He starts to play with my cock through my briefs in earnest. I moan and try to open my legs even more, eager for his touch. I hear his smile in the way he’s talking to me; calling me a good boy and his sex slave. He puts a hand in my underwear, teasing my hole, his other hand still teasing my cock. I’m starting to get hard until he suddenly pulls away.
Next thing I feel is his hard cock against my face. I eagerly accept him into my mouth, taking him entirely down my throat. I want to show him how grateful I am and make him feel as good as I know he’s going to make me feel. After sucking him off for a time he pulls out of my mouth and mores around behind me.
I don’t feel anything or hear anything for a bit and I’m breathing quickly in anticipation. I suddenly feel his hand pull my cock out of the bottom of my briefs and then put into something warm and hot. He laid down underneath me and started sucking the tip of my dick. My cockhead is very sensitive, so this drives me crazy. I’m moaning intensely, but trying to keep the volume low because I’m hearing people in the hallway of his building.
He finishes torturing my cockhead and lets my now fully hard cock go. I’m panting now, eager to know what he does next. I hear him pick something up from the coffee table. I remember that there was a gag on the table and get excited. I was wrong though, I feel him begin to cut off my underwear around my ass. It’s hanging on by the elastic and a few strands. He puts both of his hands into my underwear to play with my ass cheeks, and teases around my hole. He suddenly tears my briefs off, leaving my ass and cock out in the open air.
He moves in closer, pressing his cock against my ass, bending over me so I feel his warm body against my back. I suddenly realize how cold the air is, and how much I want his body on mine. He grinds against me, his warm, soft hands exploring my body. With my limited movement I try to press back into his body.
He pulls away from me, making me feel suddenly cold and alone. Sad to not have him near me. My cock twitches. I feel him still behind me. He slaps my ass and pulls my cheeks apart. He licks my hole and teases it until I moan loudly.
His warm tongue is replaced by a cold, lubed finger that makes me gasp. His other hand grabs my cock and jerks me off slowly while he opens me up. He gets a second finger in my hole while my cock drips. He’s encouraging me the whole time; calling me a good boy, telling me how much I’m precumming, how I’m his good little sex slave. He tells me he loves my big cock and loves torturing me. All I can do is moan in response.
He pulls his finger out of my hole, somehow already aching. I’m starting to worry that I may not be able to take his whole cock, thick as it is. I’ve taken it before and it’s not easy. But once I’m in bondage, the good boy in me takes over, wanting to please, wanting to say yes to everything. He slaps his cock against my ass, asking me if I want his hard cock. I eagerly say yes please sir.
He slowly enters me, I feel my cock bounce from the sensation. But after that, it’s just heat and pain. He starts to thrust into me and the pain gets worse. I quickly tell him to stop and apologize. I’m not open enough right now to take him. I feel bad for not being the best I can be for him. He pulls out and walks to my head. He bends down, takes my head in both his hands and kisses me passionately. Some of the tension and embarrassment melts away and I relax a bit. Still throbbing and eager to have him close to me, I try to hold onto his lips with mine, kissing him deeper. He pulls away, I crane my neck again trying to get him back. But he’s gone.
His hands appear on my cock again, lubing it up and entering my hole with his finger. He’s praising me, enjoying the sight of my dick twitching and leaking. I get close and warn him. He backs off briefly, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath before diving back in. His grip is stronger now, his strokes faster. He glides up and down my cock. I am backing my ass up into his finger as much as I can.
I get close to the brink again and he pulls out. After a few breaths he puts both hands on my cock. Jerking me off from base to tip and back again. My body isn’t my own any more. I’m just a nerve waiting for release. I tell him I’m close and he lets go. I’m moaning and whining, not caring about the neighbor who is in the hallway, just wanting him on me, in me, touching me.
I feel him sit down behind me. I instinctively know the attention is going to be fully on my cock. He repeatedly gets me close, my body acting on it’s own; twitching and writhing. He changes the patterns of his strokes. Hard and slow. Soft and fast. Never for too long. I tell him I’m close and he continues jerking me for just a beat too long and I’m gone. I feel myself shooting as he starts jerking me off earnestly. My moaning turns to whimpering as he teases my cockhead, which gets overly sensitive.
He lets go of me and steps away. My dick and my body are fully limp, splayed out over the ladder. I lay there catching my breath as he starts to untie my legs. He comes around front and before he unties me he lightly touches his fingers to my lips. I taste the saltiness of cum on my lips. Whether that’s his or mine, I’m not sure. But i’m pleased all the same. He puts his cock, still hard to my lips and suck him passionately, wanting to thank him for making me feel so good. I taste lube, and cum and sweet and salty.
He decides he’s had enough and takes the mask off of my face. I squint and look up at him in the brightness of the day. He’s smiling down at me. He asks how I’m doing as he kneels down to untie my arms. I’m happy, exhausted, content. I still apologize for not being able to bottom for him. He waves it off knowing that there will be other opportunities for that.
I slowly take myself off the ladder and stretch. I was probably in that position for 40 minutes and I can feel that in my body. I take a second to get the blood flowing in my body and go to use the bathroom. From past experiences with him I know we’re not done yet.
Once I’m out I find him lying in his bed. I crawl into his arms and we cuddle for a while. We talk about what’s been going on in our lives, the state of the world, kinks we’ve seen recently that have been interesting, hook-ups we’ve had. He starts trailing his fingers up and down my body. I start twitching, jumping, arching, taking in sharps breaths. This is the first time that he’s seen how sensitive I am to light touch. He hasn’t really done this before and I hadn’t told him. I wanted him to find out on his own.
My cock starts to grow again with all the sensation play. He pulls me on top of him and in for a kiss. He starts dry humping me, my cock is flopping all over, already pre-cumming. We continue to make out and I tease his dick with my hole. At this point I know I can’t bottom today but can’t help it.
He pushes me off of him and tells me it’s time to get me back in rope. He has me stand by the bed while he gets his rope and gear. He does a tie he hasn’t done with me before. He has my arms in front of me like in I Dream of Jeannie. He ties my forearms together and then to my chest. I’m hugging myself in this rope. He continues to add rope to my torso, wrapping it around my body, under my legs and back up. I find it impressive and just watch him work.
He kisses me and then pushes me onto the bed. He starts securing me to the bed with more rope. He’s tying me tighter than he ever has before. Once he’s done with my torso I’m able to move my head and shoulders and legs, but I can’t raise my chest. He puts a blindfold on me then continues to my legs, using leather cuffs on my ankles and securing them tightly to the bed with rope.
Blindfolded and bound tightly to the bed, I feel so content and happy. I want to keep going, to go further. I wait patiently for whatever he has next. I hear him fiddling with something next to me. My mind jumps to two things: noise canceling headphones, and the gag I saw earlier. My dick twitches. I’m right about both.
He places the headphones on me and plays a porn scene on it. It sounds like a threesome, men moaning, kissing, groaning. He puts a bit gag on me, securing it tightly to my head. I’m already in heaven. My body tingling in pleasure and excitement and we’ve barely even started.
I realize I can kinda hear the environment around me. A creak the floor, a shift of an object. For the most part though, I’m completely deprived of my sight and sound.
He starts to put his hands all over me. Gently, slowly. He watches for my body’s reactions. I’m not able to control myself. The room is cold and his hands are warm and soft. He traces the side of my ribs, making me jump. He squeezed my pecs, put his hands around my neck, felt me up and down my whole body. The waves of sensation were incredible.
The moans and sounds of men kissing bleed in and out of my focus as I’m lost to my body and mind. He lubes up my fully erect cock and starts to tease me. Edge me. My moans join those of the men he can’t hear. Their exclamations give me permission to make whatever sounds I need, without being embarrassed.
He slips a finger into my ass and teases it. Going in and out of the opening. My cock twitches in agreement. As he slips a second finger in I feel a pain, sharper than the last time. I shake my head and make noise to tell him it’s not gonna happen today. I tell him I’m sorry sir again, through the gag. I know this is how things go, but I still want him to have his way with me entirely.
He moves up to my head. He kisses me through the gag, telling me that it’s okay without words. I again try to pull him into me with my lips, but through the gag it’s even harder. He pulls away and leaves me waiting. I suddenly feel his hands on the soles of my still-socked feet. I jump as hard as my bound body will let me, but he’s in control and tickles my feet and legs. I resign myself to it, knowing that while it may be payment and punishment, I’m still rock hard and saying yes.
His hands move up my legs to my cock again. He adds more lube and teases me like before. Hard and fast to soft and slow. Keeping a variety of rhythms to keep me guessing, moaning, arching. The next time he pulls away he leaves me for longer. Maybe a minute, maybe two. I’m not sure. I hear some wet sounds and think he’s jerking off just looking at me. I make my cock twitch, trying to signal to him in any way I can to enjoy himself.
In my ears I hear a fourth man walk into the scene. The 3 others welcome him in enthusiastically. I smile to myself and imagine what it looks like on video. 3 men on the bed, their mouths busy with each others cocks when he walks in. I’m brought back to my situation as I feel the bed shift around me. I feel and smell him closer to my face. I excitedly lift my head and my mouth meets his balls and cock through the gag. I moan with joy and, as best as I can through the gag, lick and kiss him. I’m sure it’s sloppy and feverish but through the headphones I can hear the sound of the lube on his hands stroking himself and I can feel him jerking off to a fast rhythm.
He syncs up his strokes on my own cock, jerking us both off while I’m licking the base of his shaft, and his balls. I warn him I’m getting close and he pulls off of me. I’m disappointed. Not that he didn’t let me cum, but that he’s not letting me please him anymore. I try to search for him and whine. I want him back on top my body.
He misunderstands and dives back into pleasuring my dick. He edges me on and off for what must have been 15-20 minutes. Waiting to hear the muffled notes of I’m Close. My groans, pants, moans, whimpers mix in with the sound of the video that playing in my ears until I can’t tell the difference.
At some point I warn him I’m close. He briefly stops stroking and I think for a moment that I can take some breaths and come down from the edge. But then he gives me a few extra tugs and yell that I’m cumming. He digs in, jerking me off with enthusiasm. Through the sounds of an orgy I can distantly hear him telling me to give him my load. The pleasure I feel quickly becomes overwhelming as he continues to jerk my now sensitive cock.
I’m whimpering and twisting all I can, trying to get him to stop. He finally takes pity on me and I feel him lay down next to me. He says something to me as he wipes my abs off. He repeats and I realize he’s asking me if I’m alright. I nod and do my best to get my body close to his. It’s still cold in the room and his body is radiating heat. I’m expecting that he’ll be letting me out of the bondage, but he doesn’t. I push off the post-nut anxieties and realities that creep in and focus on how I’m feeling.
My arms are still hugged into my chest and I feel very relaxed. My cock is limp again and my breath is slowing down again. I allow myself to sink into the bed. I’m surprised to realize I could doze off just like this. That is, if he wasn’t still teasing my body. I feel him start to trace my chest, my legs, my arms again. Very lightly and slowly for a few minutes, but it continues. I slowly realize that he wants another load out of me.
Resigning myself to the fact that there’s more in store, I give my legs the best stretch I can, give my neck a stretch to the left and right, take the deepest breath I can within the confines of the rope around my chest, and allow myself to be taken where he wants.
He starts playing with my nipples. Lightly at first, just tracing around them. He starts to increase the pressure, using his fingernails to make the sensation briefly sharper. Like electrical wiring, I feel the sensations travel down to my cock and feel it start to inflate again. I’m already so spent, I’m not sure if I have anything left in the tank.
He uses his mouth on my nipples now. Biting, licking, sucking on them until they’re erect. My cock matches them. He switches back and forth between my nipples, still feeling up my body, sending shockwaves through my brain. The orgy is still playing in the headphones, and it feels like the pitch of it is increasing. I hear spitting and the slapping of skin against skin. I hear heavy breaths that are starting to match my own. The images of an orgy appear in my head. Perfect asses being rimmed before a cock fills them up.
I’m torn from the movie I’m playing in my mind as his hands drift back to my cock. It’s sore, it’s tired, it’s more sensitive than it’s ever been, but it’s so hard. I can barely believe it. I’m moaning in ways I haven’t before. Feeling like a nerve about to explode. I start pumping my cock into his hand, hoping for more.
He releases my cock and my body sinks again. I start to catch my breath when his lubed hands reach for my cock again. I’m almost yelling now. I haven’t felt anything like this before and I want more. I thrust into his hand and allows it for a brief second longer before releasing it again. I hear the sounds of multiple orgasms in my ears and, despite already having two, I feel jealous of the men I’ve been hearing for the past hour.
As the video ends and the sounds of their labored breath fades away, my exhaustion is really setting in. I’m starting to get more uncomfortable in the rope, my left shoulder is starting to cramp, but I don’t care. I want more.
Not noticing that the video is over, he gets in between my legs. He plays with my balls, presses his fingers against my taint, while teasing my cock. With no sound in my ears to distract me, my entire focus is on the torture happening to me.
I gyrate my hips, both trying to get away from him and inviting more of him. I’m mumbling and moaning, not even aware of what I’m trying to say. He puts a hand at the base of my cock and strokes with the other hand. I lift my hips off of the bed, trying to fuck his hand. He takes the opportunity to put his knees under my legs and his arms over my hips, pinning me even further.
He gets me to the edge a few more times before I feel it. I’m not even sure what “it” is. An orgasm, without an orgasm, a climax with no peak, a dam bursting without water. I have a full body orgasm everywhere except my cock, as if there was suddenly an off switch on my cock and the pleasure has nowhere and everywhere to go. I know it must be over because that all too familiar feeling of sensitivity comes back in and i’m writhing all over again.
I’m still pinned between his legs and his arms and I’m still not sure what’s happened,but he realizes that I’ve had… something and slowly releases cock from his talented hands.
My heart is racing, my body is covered in sweat, lube, cum, rope marks, my cock and hole are aching. I’m totally spent. He takes the headphones and the gag off and I whisper “thank you sir” as best as I can. I hear a snicker from him and an “of course, boy”.
Still blindfolded I keep my eyes closed and feel myself drift off as he starts to undo rope on my legs. Half asleep, I bend and stretch my legs. He tells me to keep my eyes closed as he takes the blindfold off. I’m eager to see his face so I try to squint through the discomfort. I briefly see his face smiling at me devilishly before I need to close my eyes again. He undoes the rope keeping me tied to the bed and cuddles with me while my arms are still tied to my chest.
He has me sit up and he gets behind me to remove his impressive ropework. Once the rope is off he pulls me onto him. My back to his chest on the bed. I drift off to sleep for a few moments.
I wake with a start and, wanting to show him gratitude, I turn to look at him and we kiss deeply. He spoons me and I drift off to sleep. I wake up feeling exhausted and full of aches. I go to the bathroom to pee and look at the messy-haired, rope-marked, lube-covered man I see in the mirror and feel so fulfilled. In ways I didn’t think were possible with sex. I had found something that filled desires I’d fantasized about for years, but hadn’t fully fulfilled until this experience. I’m so glad those fantasies became a reality.