I was pointed to this site by my co-worker because he found out I like bondage and apparently this place is a good place to share stories. So far I’ve enjoyed the ones I have read.
I will point out I am bisexual and my main interaction is with male. I apologize if that’s offensive to some people. I believe you all have a right to your own opinion as much as I have my own right to choose my sexuality.
Anyway, let the story commence since I’m guessing that’s why you’re here.
“What’s the job this time Scout?†Angela my co-worker asked me (I call her Angel, sounds much cooler)
“Oh I have to take this package to the village on the border.†I told her. As I wheeled my BMX to the exit. I waved good bye on my way as it was my last job of the day and I really wanted to get the package delivered and get home. Packages aren’t really what my company do, but we have been known to deliver them on occasion.
I sped through the inner city on my BMX getting yelled at by old people (they’re clearly jealous because their bikes weren’t anywhere near as good as a BMX). To get through the hustle and bustle of the town center you have to be agile, and I am pretty agile. Swooping around in my blue shorts and white hooded vest top.
Out in the country though. I had a chance to slow down. Two reasons: enjoy the scenery and I had no idea where the place was. I got past the local post office and to my surprise I heard someone shouting “Dylan!†I hit the brakes and skidded to a halt and looked behind to see an old school friend. His name is Daniel, I hadn’t seen him in over a year and he was my best friend in school. It was such a nice surprise. We talked for a while and then I asked if he could direct me to where I was trying to find. But he did one better. He took me to the front door.
On the way there we conversed about our glory days and the mischief we got up to while I pushed my BMX alongside him.
I should point out not only was Daniel my best friend, but when I was coming to terms with my sexuality I had a crush on him. He’s a similar figure to me, maybe a bit slimmer, the same height. His brown hair is short and swept upwards at the front and he has possibly the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.
When we got to the gate, I figured he’d leave as he has places to be, but it was then that he pointed out that this house belonged to his grand parents who were at the time in Cyprus for a month celebrating their anniversary. He invited me inside and even though I had plans I agreed, after all it wasn’t every day I got to see him.
When we got into the porch he insisted I take my shoes off because his grand parents don’t like people bringing in dirt onto their carpets. I was more than happy to take them off and just walk around in my white ankle socks.
He gave me something to drink and then we went up stairs to his bed room. He had an amazing four post bed, but it was unique. Each of the posts were metal and they had small holes running up them.
I sat down on the bed, holding the package that I was supposed to be delivering.
“Could you shake that?†Daniel asked. Not even thinking I did so. The package made a clattering sound, the sound of chains. “Ah, I thought so, that’s mine.†He said.
I handed him the package and he quickly tore into it. The contents were four old locking cuffs. Two for the wrists and two for the ankles. The cuffs were attached to chains and at the end of those chains were long thin bolts.
Daniel stood up and threw the packaging on the floor before he pounced on me. He sat on my stomach and had me pinned down on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge.
“I need to test these to make sure they work. If not then you can take them back.†He said to me with a smile on his face.
“Ummm, that’s not how my company works, but okay. I guess you can quickly test them.†I said.
I’d been tied up before but that was just with shoe laces, this was something completely different.
He took hold of my vest and pulled it over my head and threw it to the side, leaving my plain bare chest exposed. He prodded fun at my little bit of chubbyness, but I didn’t mind.
He took hold of my wrist and attached one of the locks to it and then did the same with the other wrist.
“Do you like pain?†He asked me with a genuine look of curiosity on his face.
My honest answer was “Yes, a little bit, but not a great amount.â€
He looked at me and nodded before dragging the chain attached to my wrist to the bed pole and bolted it into a hole, the fourth highest. He took hold of the second chain and did the same. This caused my torso to be suspended and there was very little if any give for me to move my arms.
It was a very tight bond and very stiff. He dismounted from me and moved to the bottom of the bed where he attached the remaining two accessories to my ankles. Before chaining them into position he ran his hands up to my waist and pulled off my shorts leaving me in my boxers and socks. He glared at me for a few seconds and then pulled me down the bed, stretching me out until I groaned from pain. At that position he locked the ankles in place, keeping me bound at a bearable pain level.
He stepped back to admire his work before reaching under the bed and pulling out a drawer. He raked around in the drawer before pulling out a blindfold and putting it on me.
“Isn’t that a bit extreme?†I asked, now unable to see him.
“Well we’re doing this, we might as well do it right.†He replied.
I could not understand what he could have meant by that until moments later I felt his hand slip into my boxer shorts.
“Did you think I didn’t notice you almost bulging out of your buttons?†he laughed. “What’s doing it? The bondage or me?†Daniel asked
I was reluctant to answer, unable to see him I didn’t really want to, but I did so anyway and told him “Both.â€
I wasn’t sure how he’d taken it but his hand remained groping me and after a minute or so he pulled my boxers down making me completely exposed. I felt his lips wrap around my penis as he began to give me a blow job.
The pleasure I was already feeling combined with this new sensation was building up inside me. I used my self control to make sure I didn’t relieve myself in his mouth. This caused me to get hot and sweat and I wanted to wipe myself but I couldn’t move my arms to do so.
He brought his head up for a moment and explained “I know you had a crush on me, Jamie told me. I’ll be honest, I was afraid to say at the time, but I had a crush on you too.†These words were music to my ears.
He continued sucking for quite some time until I was almost sure if it lasted any longer my self control would reach its limit.
Fortunately, he stopped. He moved back and ran his finger softly down my left leg until he reached my sock. He took hold of it and pulled it off then did the same with my right foot. He then licked the sole of my bare foot from the heel to the tip of the toe.
“Dude, I’m a free runner for a living. You probably just licked the sweatiest foot in the world.†I said.
Daniel remained silent, his hand taking hold of my toes and bending them back causing me to whelp. He was no longer excited. He was in ‘dominate’ mode. He continued licking my foot and sucking on my toes for a little while longer but then disappeared from my touch again.
I could hear a rustling, I assumed he was in his drawer again. Momentarily I felt a streak of pain on my stomach. He had a flogger and he had just lashed it down on me. I whimpered from the feeling as the flogger came down again, and again and again causing me to groan pathetically each time.
The lashing moved up to my chest, it was even harder and consequentially my whimpers were more pathetic.
He stopped using the flogger for lashing after about a good ten minutes of pain. He moved it so that the tassels were brushing the tip of my cock and started moving it around in a circular motion causing me to feel so much eroticism.
I felt like any longer and that was it, game over. There’d be white stuff flying every where. But he stopped.
“Well I’m thirsty so I’m going to get a drink.†He said.
I felt so relieved that I wouldn’t have to face the embarrassment. But he had left the room and I remained bound to his bed with not even a margin of possibility to get myself free.
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Okay, I’m going to leave it there because we take a break. So depending on responses (apparently I’ve noticed that seems to be the theme for continuity) I will pick this up a little later. I hope you enjoyed my first part of my first story
