A Little Taste of Bondage

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The first time I saw myself in a sex sling, it was quite shocking. Legs in stirrups, raised and spread wide. Naked, smooth, and covered in sweat while I held on to the chains on either side of my head for dear life. Looking up at the mirror that covered the ceiling of the room we were in, I was fixated on what was happening to me at that moment. Focusing on what was causing me to moan and quiver and utter half sentences about getting fucked. What was happening to me was a muscular dick gliding in to the hilt and then almost all the way out of my tight body as the swing went back and forth with each collision of hips and ass. It almost felt as if I was watching someone else get long-dicked as the cock withdrew from me. But each time the sling would rebound, it was being met with a firm thrust by the strong, focused man standing between my legs and that would quickly force me back into reality. I yelped and moaned and enjoyed the buzz created by each percussive collision of wet flesh on flesh and each sudden dilation of my insides around his thick member.

I first “met” Martin online. I was cruising Manhunt, basically just passing time, when I got a message from him saying, “Hello! You have a very nice profile and I feel we may enjoy spending time together if we got to know each other. Let me know if my interests match up with yours and we can talk more maybe? I think you have a submissive desire in you. – Martin”. I found his message oddly charming as it was quite polite and yet boldly told me I was submissive. I suppose I knew why he thought I was submissive in nature as I basically said, as intelligently as I could, that I liked to suck bigger, stronger, and older guys dicks and get fucked by them ­čÖé I had never really sought out any sort of formal dom/sub hookup in the past. Not that I was against it by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, quite the opposite! I had often jerked off in the past to videos of twinks like me being fucked while in vulnerable and submissive positions, including in slings and other sex devices, as well as stories detailing what it felt like to give control up to an older, stronger man. For whatever reason though, I always felt like that kind of sex would stay in the realm of fantasy to me.

At this point I still wasn’t ready to take the next steps as I checked out Martin’s profile and began a brief exchange with him. One interesting thing was that he lived very close to me. I asked him what he had in mind, confirmed I was a little intrigued by the idea of being dominated, and told him I had no experience so I was a little intimidated. His profile basically said he was a German expat in the tech industry who liked to be in control, using toys and more while topping. Martin responded by unlocking his photos, which included a face shot as well as some photos that only served to increase my interest. In these photos Martin had a leather chest harness and a cock ring on. He was smooth and simply toned as hell. He looked truly strong with a sheen of sweat covering him. His face was handsome but he had a sincere, endearing look to him. Even though he was kitted out to dominate, he looked kind of geeky at the same time somehow. I was instantly taken with him. Martin then outlined what he was into. He had a variety of toys and some specific furniture he liked to use on sub twinks. He was not really into pain but more into control, light bondage using straps and things like that while he controlled anal play, oral, and fucking. He asked if I had ever used any sex furniture or any toys. I outlined my toy usage but admitted I had never been tied up or in any sort of “furniture”. He asked if I wanted to talk more, maybe on the phone or in person and this is where I chickened out. Although I had a rock hard boner talking about all this, I was nervous about being restrained by someone I didn’t know. I made sure to thank him for contacting me. Martin responded that he appreciated my politeness and that I should get in touch with him if I wanted to explore any of this in the future. He said he was going to add me as a buddy and I should do the same with him, just in case. With this small final order for me to keep my contact with him, he was gone. I kind of regretted not jumping at the chance, but I was ultimately happy enough jerking off thinking about the whole thing and calling it a night.

I was playing in an amateur tennis tournament when I came across Martin again. Not a huge surprise as we lived in the same neighborhood. I saw him playing and at first didn’t know why I recognized him. I couldn’t put my finger on it and found myself staring a bit. At one point, he noticed me looking at him, caught my eye and gave a small smile while ever so lightly raising his eyebrows. I began to blush profusely and turned my head away quickly and felt a little embarrassed. As the tourney continued, I still couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just KNEW I knew him from somewhere. Then I caught him talking to someone across the court and his German accent rang out. g├╝venilir bahis It was then I realized where I knew him from and connected him to the Dom that I had talked to online. I felt a slight quiver in my cock as I thought about the implications. After the tournament many were still hanging around when Martin caught my eye and approached me, which made me begin to blush once again as he approached.

“Hello, I don’t mean to be rude but do I know you from somewhere? I am feeling I know you’re face from something.”

“Yes, actually,” I said, sure I was beet red. I looked around to make sure no one was listening and said, “We actually talked online a little while back.” I gave him my screen name.

His face brightened and he said, “Oh yes! I do remember. You were very polite and seemed very nice. It is nice to meet you in person!” I obviously agreed.

One of the reasons I ultimately agreed to go over Martin’s house was because of our interaction in person. He was extremely nice. And even though he knew I was interested, at least a little, in hooking up with him, Martin never used this opportunity to push any sort of hookup or anything on me. He simply was friendly and talked about our mutual interest in tennis. Before too long it was time to go though. Martin told me it was very nice to meet me as he took my hand in his strong hand to shake. He said, “It would be nice to see you again sometime.” I agreed with a little blush and smile. With that he was gone.

I lasted about 2 hours when I got home before jumping online. Martin was not online but I decided to leave him a message. No reason to beat around the bush! I told him I really enjoyed meeting him in person and if his invitation to learn more about his “toys and furniture” was still open, I would love to partake.

The next day a message appeared in my box, “I would love to host you for some fun! When are you available?” He then outlined that I should make sure to be well hydrated and rested as well as well manicured.

Before long we had a date. It was a day during which I had three days off and we were meeting on the middle day. I arrived in the early afternoon. I was high in energy, almost jittery, clean as a whistle, and, of course, “Well hydrated”.

Martin met me at the door of his super nice townhouse. Everything was sleek and new and impeccably clean and organized. We chatted a bit before Martin cut to the chase.

“Would you like to begin our play?”, he said with a smile. I nodded and blushed. I felt a stirring in my loins ­čÖé

Martin led me down a corridor and directed me through a door into a bathroom that was attached to another room. He asked me to strip down and put my clothes in a cubby on the wall. He told me to then go into the other room attached to the bathroom when I was done. With a light touch to the small of my back and a smile, Martin departed. I stripped down, admiring my smooth body in the mirror. I looked myself in the eyes and smiled a little. I could tell I was in the right place, doing the right thing. With a little bit of butterflies in my stomach, I opened the door to the next room and stepped through.

After stepping into the room and closing the door behind me I gazed around with my mouth open. The butterflies in my stomach kept going and I felt my heart begin to race a little. I unconsciously began to salivate and activate muscles in my ass as the set up of the room drove home what an onslaught of sex I was in for today.

The first thing I noticed was that there were mirrors covering every wall and the entirety of the ceiling. Then, I took a closer look at the various furniture and accessories.

For starters, there was a fuck bench, which had a large padded surface onto which the bottom was strapped with his chest and stomach resting on the leather surface. The fuck bench also had lower, adjustable smaller pads on which the forearms and lower legs could be strapped down. Finally, it had a head rest with a hole for the face to stick through. I also realized a bonus of the hole in the headrest was that the bottom could clearly watch himself getting reamed out in a mirror that was embedded in the floor below the whole thing, all while strapped tight and posed into doggy position.

Second, I noticed two posts in the middle of the room. From the posts, 4 chains with restraints on the end were affixed. There was also a hook on center, above the mirror, from which currently hung a sling with stirrups and wrist restraints.

There was also what appeared to be a kind of leather seat with a reclined back at a 45 degree angle, a small seat, and no armrests.

At the base of the chair there was what at first glance seemed a simple stool. Closer examination revealed a place in the middle of the seat into which a dildo could probably be affixed.

Oh yeah, and how could I forget the cart full of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads, lubes, and any number of other sex toys. It was like a gay sex playground!

Just g├╝venilir bahis siteleri standing in the room, with the warm air on my skin, checking out my lithe, tight body in the mirrors, while surrounded by the future vehicles of an intense anal pounding by a strong older man was enough to get my dick rock hard. I anticipated Martin’s arrival with a bit of nervousness. From my interactions with him so far, I trusted Martin, but I also knew I would be worn the fuck out at the end of this whole thing. And probably plenty sore, too. But I had the feeling it would be the type of delicious soreness that comes from pushing yourself physically. Something I suddenly realized I had subconsciously needed to do for a long time.

Just then, I heard a door open behind me and Martin walked in. He had a look of intensity on his face but still had a look of kindness in his eyes and a light smile as he looked my naked body up and down. Him entering the room gave me goosebumps of anticipation as him being fully dressed made my nakedness feel all the more stark.

Martin looked me straight in the eyes and asked, “Are your ready?” I nodded and hummed my agreement. As he reached me, he put his hands on my hips and let his hands roam up my sides to my lats, feeling my toned, thin body. He noticed the goosebumps and asked, “Are you cold?”.

“Not really,” I replied. “More nervous I guess.” I said it with a little laugh.

Martin smiled kindly and put a hand under my chin, looking deeply into my eyes. “I will make sure you are enjoying this, ok? If you ever want to stop just say so and we will stop. I think there will be no reason to do that but we can stop if you need to, ok?”

I nodded agreement and the butterflies in my stomach did a leap as Martin then leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. It was on. We began making out, with his tongue dominating mine.

I put my arms around his neck as Martin’s hands explored my body. He rubbed up and down my sides and back but more than anything his hands explored the tight, smooth roundness of my ass cheeks, jiggling them and feeling how they transitioned up to my lower back.

A couple times Martin allowed his fingers to run awfully close to between my cheeks, where my smooth hole was winking with anticipation. But he knew how to play the game. Not yet. There would be plenty of time for that.

Martin broke the kiss and firmly but gently pushed me away a foot or so. “Take my shirt off,” he said. My first “order”.

I obliged quickly, allowing myself to appreciate his muscles, which were tight from hours upon hours of sex and tennis, no doubt, as I pulled his shirt up over his head.

“Fold it and put it on the small table in the corner,” Martin told me. I did so and he said, “Very good.”

I went back to him and stood awaiting his instruction.

“Now get down on your knees.”

I sank like a stone to my knees and looked up at him in anticipation

He looked down on me and with a smile said, “Now everything else.”

I began to go at his belt, button, and zipper like it was a Christmas present I had been looking forward to for months.

Martin laughed and again said, “Very good.” He stroked my head and placed his hands lightly on my shoulders as I went to work.

I could already tell he had quite the bulge going while I began the process of revealing his manhood. Maybe it was just my horniness but I swear I could also feel heat emanating from his package as I carefully unzipped his pants and began to pull his pants down.

As Martin’s pants were lowered down his legs, the size of his partially hard cock was revealed. Still quite soft, already it was at least 6 inches long with decent girth.

Although I wanted to just dive and begin worshipping his dick, the musk of which was driving me crazy, I knew I had to be patient. Martin stepped out of his pants and told me to fold them and put them with his shirt. I got up and did just that as my new fuck buddy appreciated my body as I walked across the room. I could tell he was doing so by looking at how his eyes followed me in the mirror.

Once I put his clothes in the corner I turned to Martin and he beckoned me to him. As I arrived, Martin grabbed my head and kissed me, another French one, before releasing me and saying, “Ok, let’s get you ready. Get on the bench there.”

Martin led me to the fuck bench. He had me get on but didn’t tighten the straps on it. He made a couple adjustments to the heights of the pads and admired what he had in front of him. The way the bench was configured allowed me to be at complete rest and yet be all the way presented for fucking or any other type of anal play with my hole a bullseye right at cock height. Additionally, I noticed that my face was right at the level of Martin’s dick for action on both sides. Martin swept his hand down my body, letting it linger on one of my cheeks at the end. He gave a swift appreciative smack of my ass and laughed as I jumped a little. It iddaa siteleri was not violent and didn’t hurt, I was just surprised, and I laughed a little with him.

Martin stood right between my legs and began to play with my ass cheeks, appreciating the very slight jiggle of them as he moved them around. He closed them and then opened them wide as can be, re-exposing my ass. Martin grabbed a bottle from nearby and began to pour a stream down onto the top of my crack. I recognized it as lube immediately and Martin began to rub it all around making my hindquarters all slick.

Martin then finally dropped some of the lube right onto my hole and before it could drip down pushed it up against my sphincter with his index finger. My ass quickly gave in to the pressure with the lube leading the way for his finger to sink all the way in. I breathed out heavily with relief as Martin hummed his approval.

Martin didn’t waste too long in fingering me in and out all the way and I really didn’t want him too, either, as I pushed out to let him loosen me up as quickly as possible. After just a minute, Martin added a second finger and began to saw away, moving his fingers around. He would brush against my prostate from time to time which caused me to moan a little but he certainly wasn’t massaging it or going out of his way to do anything but loosen me up.

Once it was clear I had yielded to him, Martin pulled his fingers out of me, gave my ass a light smack and said, “Hold tight.”

Laying as I was on the fuck bench, I couldn’t see what Martin was doing very well but I could tell he was over in the area with all the toys and then near the chair with the stool at the base of it.

Martin helped me get off the bench and I could see what he’d been up to. Martin had set a dildo into the stool at the base of the chair. It was about a 6 inch long, 1 inch wide cock shaped dildo.

I didn’t need an explanation of what was going to be happening but Martin told me anyway to sit on the toy, facing the chair. I was free to use any lube I needed of course. I got some lube from one of several bottles placed around the room and lubed up the dildo. Martin watched as I held the seat and slowly lowered myself down. Since I had been so well warmed up by Martin, I was able to sink all the way down on the dildo in no time. I let out a light moan and an “Oh yeah,” as I did it, enjoying the feeling of fullness even if I wasn’t being stretched out much. It wasn’t a very big dildo for me.

Crouched on the stool, enjoying the feeling of anal stimulation, with my legs spread wide and my knees on either side of the chair I looked up at Martin with a smile. Martin smiled back at me and swung a leg over the chair before sitting down with his legs spread wide and right next to my knees.

Because of how close the stool was to the seat of the chair and the fact that the seat was so small, this put Martin semi-hard dick just inches from me. I couldn’t help but inhale Martin’s musk with every breath in. I looked up at Martin with eyes that begged for a taste of him.

With a little grin, Martin nodded and said, “Start at the balls and then work your way up.” He then leaned back in the chair and let himself relax.

I dove in fast. It took very little movement of my head for my outstretched tongue to grasp at one of his testicles. I lightly pulled his ball into my mouth and massaged it before switching to the other one and really loosening up his sack. After giving each nut a little attention I pulled away and looked at what I had to work with. Now hard, Martin’s dick was a good 7 inches or so but he was most of all THICK. Upon hardening, Martin’s cock would expand outward giving it very stout feel, even though he was still decently long.

I began to lick up his impressive, veiny shaft and breathed in deep. Martin had a wonderful smell and taste to his manhood that was almost intoxicating. When I reached the top, I lashed at his slit and then all over the head before sucking it into my mouth. I grabbed his shaft and began to jerk Martin off while swirling and lashing my tongue around his cock head. Martin let out a big moan and said, “Oh yeah, that feels so nice,” as I did this. I could feel and taste his cock release a little precum out into my mouth, increasing my ability to taste his essence. I continued to take as much of Martin’s shaft into my mouth and down my throat as I could but I could only get partway with the thickness of his meaty shaft. It didn’t really matter much though as I went to town on his cock with gusto, focusing special attention on his head and using my hands as much as I needed to.

Once I had settled into the task, I remembered that I had a dildo lodged in my ass. I began to rotate my hips to feel it move around inside me and rub up against my prostate while I was sucking Martin’s cock. I had been giving Martin a blowjob for a while when, without thinking, I began to ride the dildo, holding on to Martin’s legs and pulling myself up and down while continuing to try and suck all the precum I could out of him.

Martin appreciated this greatly and said, “Oh, you love the dick so much, I can tell. Are you ready for my dick, then?” He had a broad, satisfied smile on his face.

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