First Site Hookup M/M (parts 1-3 up)

Postby w3sKer96 » Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:01 pm

Jeremy. 6 foot, slim, tanned skin, short black hair, brown eyes. Wore gray boxer briefs, white buttoned polo, leather jacket, wrangler jeans, and gray sketchers.

Captor. 5 foot 11, slightly muscled body, spiky long brown hair, brown eyes. Wore underarmour shorts and blue tank top.

Okay folks. I am now back at my university, after having a pleasant filled two days with a captor who I have been talking with for the past three months. It is a site more into intimate relations as well as bondage fetishes, and I appreciated both aspects. It took place from a Saturday afternoon to Sunday afternoon in Alrington, Texas. He is a successful entrepreneur and had a luxury apartment.

Upon arriving at his complex, he sent a text message telling me to walk into APT. ___, lock the door behind me, take the handcuffs that are on the small section of tile between the entrance hall and the living room, fasten them behind my back, and turn towards the door. Well, I was really nervous that it didn't go as planned. I had drove a nerve-wracking 2 hours, the farthest I ever traveled. I was drinking water to get rid of the nervous cottonmouth I had developed. I closed the door, I forgot to lock it, and (as smart as I am), I couldn't work the handcuffs. I didn't know that the wrist cuffs work all the way around and don't automatically lock. I was already beating myself up about this. I know that he had to have heard me freaking out. I didn't see him when I first entered, but it was subtly lit. I recall a large living room with two leather couches and a TV towards the right. Beyond that, there was another connecting hallway, of which I had no idea where it led. He was nearby, I knew it. I could feel it.

2 minutes passed by where I tried to get the handcuffs to work. Already feeling like this was a disaster, I began to hear footsteps behind me. He finally lost his patience, I thought. Readying for a controlling dom, I instead felt his arms wrap underneath mine, over my chest. He began rubbing and messaging me from the chest down to my stomach, relaxing me. I remember hearing him say, 'You are way too nervous. Relax.' He breathed with me, and I recicprocated. As each second past where he held me, I began to calm more fully. "Let me help you."

He took the handcufs from my hands, and gently took each wrist and directed it behind me. He put one wrist through one, fastened it slowly (to make me hear the clicks), and then the other. I was handcuffed for the first time in my life. It was exhilarating, and I began to harden. He slowly turned me around, making sure that I didn't trip. When I did a full 180, I saw a cute face of a 29 year old. He had wild brown hair that seemed to stick out over his forehead. There were beautiful wide eyes staring back at me. Though he wasn't skinny, I could tell that he was muscled adequately (he is undergoing physical training). He was about an inch shorter than me, and I'm 6 foot, but he had this aura that radiated both dominance and comforter. "I hope that I'm as good as the pictures I sent you." I nodded without speaking.

He led me off the tiled area, him guiding me from behind with my wrists. I saw that the connecting hallway led to several different rooms. It was big enough to hold an office, and there was a large bookshelf and desktop to my immediate right. On the far right corner, there was a door that I saw led to a bedroom. I assumed it was his. Strait ahead, the connecting hallway led to a kitchen aisle with a dining room, small, at the end. To the left, two doors led into a respectably sized office area and a bathroom. It was the door on the far left that was closed, and the one that he led me to. He slowly opened it, and made me still by wrapping his arms tight around me, caressing my nipples and abs through the shirt.

I was awestruck. When he said he had a room stocked with supplies, he wasn't kidding. There was a leather table with a small hole for my butt to sit in, combined with several straps. On the wall right next to the door, there was a double bunk bed, each one with ropes on the rails to tie someone down in. On the floor was a giant cage with a mat. Those were the immediate things I could recall, as I started getting nervous.

Sensing my breathing, he led me to my knees by the doorframe with gentle tugs. He kneeled behind me, placing his chin on my shoulder. He again did a breathing exercise, calming me down. "Are you sure you have done this before? You seem really nervous about this," he said.
"Yes, but this is the farthest I have traveled, and I don't think the other guys had THIS kind of equipment."
"It is quite a bit overwhelming for a lot. But I want you to know, that we won't go any further than you are willing to. I care for the people I play with, and I really like you. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I said. "Listen, I know that this is kind of rude of me to ask, but would you mind if I had a glass of water. I'm kind of a wreck right now," I said with a laugh, hoping I wouldn't be turning him off.
"You can have whatever you want." I felt him get off the floor, and go towards and hallway and to the front, obviously leading to the kitchen. As I heard him go, I began to survey the room again. He was a heavy bondage player, and he had whips, rope on walls, harnesses, and a shelf in the corner that held god knows what. He returned within a minute, and knelt behind me again. He held me with one arm, and brought the other around to my lips. He placed the glass near them, but I worked my lips around it. When I did, he slowly pushed the glass up and I took quick small gulps. Finished, he set it to the ground beside me and bent my head back, kissing my forehead. "Instead of going all out, this weekend can be introducing you again to bondage. I'll go slow, feeding the energy off of you to see what you like and don't like. And if we meet again, if you are ready by then, we can progress further."
"I appreciate that, sir." I don't know why I called him that, but it seemed so fitting for him at the moment.

"Just so you know, I tend to treat the guys I tie like pets of mine. I'll take care of you, I hope that is not weird." He was so cute and kind to me, I couldn't say no. When I nodded in the affirmative, he took his palms and did short firm strokes down my front. He was pulling the tension out of my muscles, giving me a massage. "I like your shirt by the way, alot of buttons." He smiled at me, as he gently pushed and stroked my thighs. I only call the feeling of calmness as my bodies kinks were worked out. I recall maybe a short stop on my member, but he didn't want to concentrate on that...yet.

"So, I heard that you like gags of course. It's okay if you do. A lot of guys have individual preferences. My last one enjoyed rope in the same way you love gags. I'm very flexible. So, do you like gags?" I nodded while looking up at him, his face gentle and kind. After this short gaze, he quickly took one hand and wrapped it around my lower face. His fingers pressed soft but firm into my cheeks. "You like this, don't you?" He looked down at my pants, my member already growing larger. "Well, I'll see that you are like this for a good amount of time. Try to speak to me." I tried, but he was probably the best handgagger I have had to date. His palm pressed on my lips hard, and he constantly adjusted it when he felt that they were coming open. He pushed down on my face, bending my back so my head was laying in his lap looking up. He unwrapped his hand briefly, and put a finger into my mouth. He went as far as he could go, and then placed his other hand over it. His fingers were taking up space in my mouth, and I sucked them slowly. He pressed harder and harder.

"So, since you like them so much, why dont' we do a safe signal instead of a word. What tune do you want to use to let me know?" I did a sort of morris code, doing 2 long mmphs, 1 short mmph, followed by 2 more more long mmmphs. "Is that what you want to use? I'll never be more than a room away. Say yes". I mmmphed, and he interpreted as this. "Well, to help you get in the mood, I want to do something. It's just something to enhance your other senses. But before I do that, how about I give you a gag you have't tried yet?"

He goes into the room and gets something from atop of the bunk bed that I had obviously overlooked. He pulls out a leather gag. I never tried one, but I was definitely 'peaked' with curiosity. He turns it to my mouth, and I can see the leather bulge to put it on. I guess I always thought leather gags were just like otm ones, but this one definitely would fill my mouth, which is what an effective gag does. I sucked the bulge in, and he goes around me and tightens the buckles tight. Though my anxiety kicked in again, my member clearly was interested in what he had to do.

After it was tightened, I immediately saw him place 2 cotton balls over my eyes, and the whole room turned to fuzz before him. I felt him leave, and I was do deprived of my sight. Every little noise turned into an orchestra, and the room felt larger than I knew it was. Hearing his knees behind me, I felt something placed over them, and I could tell by the color deprivation that it was black, and it was a blindfold. "Your mind is going crazy on you. With this, just concentrate on the feelings that you are getting. Don't think, just feel." Looking up into nothing, I nodded in the direction that I thought he was in.

"Good. I'll take care of you, and won't hurt you. Now, I want you to make a fist with your hands." Not wanting to disappoint him, I did. He took my fists apart, and put folded cloth in them, forming my fists around them. He then placed what felt like boxing gloves around them, fastening the straps and locking them with little padlocks.

"Now that you are mine, let's slowly get started." Standing me up, I knew that I needed him to guide me through this, figuratively and literally, if I wanted to make these two days memorable.
Last edited by w3sKer96 on Wed Jan 18, 2012 12:02 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: First Site Hookup M/M

Postby fratboydanny » Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:15 pm

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Re: First Site Hookup M/M

Postby mikeybound » Tue Jan 17, 2012 7:31 am

This is the best I've seen on this board in a long time! No sadistic Dom or "consensual" torture here! The Dom is kind, caring and comforting. This is everything a true Dom should be. You have good taste.

Re: First Site Hookup M/M

Postby xtc » Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:55 am

If this is a true story, I wish you well of your encounter and of any future ones.
If it is a fictional story, It has been brilliantly told so far.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: First Site Hookup M/M Part 2

Postby w3sKer96 » Tue Jan 17, 2012 2:58 pm

When you are blindfolded, you feel like the world is just itching to pounce on you or fall beneath you at any given moment. The only thing I could feel that was real besides the wool carpet beneath me was his fingers on my gloved wrists, my fingers rendered secondary due to the confines of the leather gloves. As I measured my steps, I could feel that I would be back in the living room, somewhere near one of the couches. Using a gentle pull he told me to stop.

Seconds turned to minutes, where I could feel everything and nothing at all. I would hear breaths of air, but only when some finger or palm of his would come out of the darkness and stroke my clothed stomach and neck did I know he was still around. I heard him get down on the ground with his knees, and I felt some tickling sensation near my foot. I realize that he was taking my shoes off. He guided my leg, grabbing the ankle and yanking it out from the pair of Sketchers. Each foot was pressed gently, kneading out the coldness when released to the air around me. I moaned into the leather mound between my teeth, and he stood up straight and pressed his hand over it. He might not have experienced much in gagplay, but I had a feeling he could get used to hearing me say that.

He moved behind me as I felt the rush of air taking up the place he once was. Embracing me through my cuffed and gloved hands, he leaned back and pulled me down. I precariously followed, landing with a somewhat loud impact onto his lap, through which I felt a little hardness forming. I couldn't help but wriggle around a bit, although we discussed how any sort of sexual behavior down 'there' would have to wait until we felt each other up, literally and figuratively, better. I felt him on my side as he lowered his arm to my ankles and lifted them up. He swung up to his left, leaving my upper body upright and facing them. Keeping me on his lap, I heard him say, "Rest your head on my shoulder." I complied, feeling very comfortable snuggled up and him cradling me. He kept his hands moving constantly, never leaving my body for a second. He pressed my arms and rubbed them hard as you would a calf to get some motion going. He put his lips to my neck and kissed it softly while rubbing my shoulders back and forth. His lips were even faster than his hands, leaving ghost traces on my lips (never tongue, at least then), my blindfolded eyes, my shoulders. I must have stayed like that for about a half an hour. And in the final minutes, he placed his head on my leather muzzle and would alternate with hard presses and soft, me moaning back in return to meet it.

After these calm moments came a moment of swift action. Without warning, he lifts my legs up over my head, spun me around on the couch, and straddled my waist, knocking his clothed hardness into mine. I heard the ruffling of pant pockets and the unbuckling of straps, indicating he had just got a key from his pocket. He unstrapped the chains holding the gloves together, only to refasten them with my arms over my head. He placed a hand over my covered mouth ( he did this ALOT!) and used his other hand to unsnap the silver buttons on my thin white polo shirt. Air rushed in, making my nipples hard. Slowly, my chest and stomach were exposed. He pulled the shirt up so that it bundled up near my shoulders, possibly acting as a second restraint on my arms.

Moments passed where only his lower body could be felt on my waist. Then, I felt a dragon tongue of warmth slide over my chest and buds, causing me to moan into his hand and arch my back. He pressed harder down, changing from his tongue to little grazes of his teeth. He occasionally bit hard maybe once or twice. But it was never painful. He traced his fingers over my stomach, dipping into the bellybutton. His hand froze over the button of my jeans. Was I going to get naked already? We discussed being slow. I wasn't worried about his motivations per se. I could sense him to be trustworthy. But I didn't want to have all the good fun right away. :P

But I needn't worry. He had buttoned only the button and reached in, pulling out my member only slightly so that the blood-filled head was held to my body by the zipper and everything else. "You are doing good. Do you feel comfortable?" MMMMPH, I said affirmatively. "Good. Now, you said you brought a camera so that you could remember this experience. What kind of pics do you want? MMMPH, not really adding anything of substance. We had discussed this before. Minimize cock pics and just concentrate on the body and its 'accessories'. He pulled me up and hugged me to him, going down on my back and occasionally my jean clad ass. He pulled me in the direction of the door I had entered an hour ago. He gently placed me with his hands so that I was facing away from him. The camera which was in my pocket and was pulled out and I heard the little beeps of his hand. He took approximately 10 photos, 5 to the front and 5 to the back.

"Well. Now that you are better acquainted, I think you could try the device what you wanted to try." I instantly knew what that was. I saw it when i first entered his playroom. He led me by the neck this time and his hand ever on my leather plug. The steps were much quicker as the layout started to take hold in my mind. Straight ahead down the hall, but slightly left before you reached the kitchen. I was lead farther into the room than before when I was just at the doorframe. He turned me around, and holding on by my waist he lifted me up. My butt could feel that it was the leather table with the numerous straps I had seen in the photographs he took for me. I mmmphed in pleasure. "See what that blindfold does. It enhances everything you feel. You don't second guess, you don't overthink, you just let the feeling take over." He got around on my lap, gently placing pressure on my chest to sit back. Lying flat on my back, he then adjusted my hips so that my butt hung in the hole in the middle of the table. Reaching over my head, feeling his breath against my eyes (he smelt like mint toothpaste). Now let's change that gag of yours and get you situated.

Re: First Site Hookup M/M

Postby mikeybound » Tue Jan 17, 2012 3:43 pm

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Re: First Site Hookup M/M

Postby w3sKer96 » Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:35 pm

And everyone, this is a true story that happened 3 days ago. :)

Re: First Site Hookup M/M

Postby RopeBurn » Tue Jan 17, 2012 8:30 pm

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Re: First Site Hookup M/M Part 3

Postby w3sKer96 » Wed Jan 18, 2012 12:02 am

Still blindfolded and with the leather gag in my mouth, I felt my captor/carer go down,his breath inches from the skin of my body. With a couple of scuffles, I could tell that his feet hand landed on the carpet at the edge of the table. His breath on my toes, he roughly took the edge of each sock and rolled it up off my feet, planting a few kisses on each one. I had to admit, I do have fantasies were I'm just straight-up kidnapped. No sexuality had to be involved. No caring was needed. The idea of being submitted to an insane tie dom would be heaven enough. But with my panic attacks at the beginning, he decided to go gentle. And the affection he was showing me would have been impossible to resist. It was such a long time since I had any.

As the socks were taken off, I recalled my ankle being gripped tight and held down to the mat. Belts and chains swung noisily in the background. Velcro straps soon wound there way across my wranglers, hooking me and anchoring me to the table. This time, it felt like it was for real. In the other positions, I could have ran (though it would be blindly). Here, I was anchored to an object that I would have no way of maneuvering or seeing. It was exhilarating, tension-filled, and erotic at the same time.

After my right leg, my left leg quickly followed in the same way. He straddled me again, attacking my nipples with force. Except this time, he began to take the tip of his tongue and do quick flickers. This made my body react in a way I never thought it could. I was arching off the bed, my moans coming stronger and stronger. While his tongue was busy with one, his fingers would be pinching and rolling the other, his will literally entering my body through them. It felt so good and I could tell my 'friend' was happy as he hardened and grew stronger through the band of my jeans.

He soon laid flat on top of me as I felt him pull out a key and undo the chain connecting the boxing gloves. He swings my arms at 45 degree angles to my sides. Straps over the wrists and elbows were placed, with each pull tightening my body, winding me up. "Now, let's see if you might be able to handle this." I felt the leather gag being let loose, and my slightly swollen lips felt the breeze of the air hit with force. I breathed heavily, not really from oxygen deprivation, but from the fact that this was happening to me finally. "Are you okay?" "Yes," I replied. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Now keep that pretty mouth of yours open." Obeying, I instantly felt this slightly damp cotton fabric going in between my lips. Without even having to think, I realize that this was one of my socks that he had taken off.

"Why don't you suck on that for a bit?" His fingers pushed harder and harder, bringing the sock further into my mouth. I was afraid of choking, but he had rolled it up in a way that made it a compact package that didn't go all the way into the back of my throat. I would later learn that when he did a finger gag in the beginning, he was also checking to see how my gag reflex was. According to him, it was like I was practicing for years ;). But anyway, he placed his hand over my throat and shoved the sock in, making sure that his moans were loud enough for him to hear but nothing beyond could happen. (And I can not help but reiterate how awesome he is at handgagging.) "I got something for you to try." Wondering what it was, I began to smell the scent of leather again. I tell you, that smell is an aphrodisiac and I soon started to mmmph in anticipation for it.

As a leather panel fit over the sock and buckles went over my ears and behind my head, and then a latch started to go on the top of my hair, I deduced that it was a head harness. Noise was damn near impossible when he finished. Kissing the harness, he soon brought himself sitting up on top of me AGAIN and he began massaging me, grinding against my cock. Precum was pooling on my belly. It had been 2 weeks since I jerked off (this action being at his request). He made me feel really good. However....there was something that made me panic.

I had had a bad experience with a gag session online one time. This person blames himself, and he shouldn't because it was stupid of me to continue with something that was really dangerous (and I knew what I did wrong.). It had involved creating a mask-like tape gag with tape running around my neck. That part of it was meant only for decoration. But what I had instead did was actually place it directly from the rule, pulling my neck as the tape wrapped around. This exerted pressure and forced breath out of me. By the time I was done, the tape on my face also had bundled up underneath my nose. I had tried ripping it off, but when it was off my face it just added twice the pressure to my neck. I started having panic attacks and I ended up cutting myself getting it off. It was nervewracking, and I thought I had gotten over it. But the feel of the blindfold and gag underneath the muzzle made me panic as I envisioned my nose being precariously open for anything to happen. I soon started to have panic attacks.

Quickly realizing it without me even having to use the safe sound, he unbuckled my harness and took the sock out. I NEVER FELT MORE LIKE A CHILD. I felt like I had just ruined something with my overactive mind. I could have gotten through it. I just let fear get the best of me. "I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't upset you." The first words out of my mouth consisted of an apology. I waited for a reply.

"Listen, don't ever feel sorry for not doing something you don't want to do. I'm just introducing you this weekend. Later on, we can deal with this. But I made a promise that we wouldn't do anything that you weren't comfortable with."

" I just want to make this enjoyable you." I had images in my head of the boys he had done before. They could take a hell of a lot more than what I could. Here I was being a baby about it.

"Hey, I am certainly enjoying this, if you didn't feel it already. You being Asian is a plus for me in my books. You're cute, and you do want to learn. I really like you, and I hope we do this past this weekend. So don't feel sorry for anything. Okay?"

You know, though this wasn't a relationship, my heart couldn't help but flutter at that statement. "Okay. But I am sorry. I'm not saying I don't want to do a harness. Just give me time."

"Hey, that's what we have all weekend for, right?" my captor questioned. I nodded with affirmation. He held my cheeks in his hands, putting his forehead on mine. "Just breathe. I can wait." And that is what I did, because despite my ruminations, this was still the most fun I had in a long time.

"Now, that mouth of yours can still hold a gag. So keep it open again." he had taken the sock and had stuffed it in my mouth one more time. Next, I heard a drawer being put open and something being pulled out. Before I had time to think, a terry cloth rag (very large, as it had to be folded into a big square to fit just the contours of the lower face) was put over that sock. Next, I heard a sound that resembled that of velcro being ripped apart. Gag lovers like me would know that to be the sound of tape. I think he might have passed it under my nose so I could smell it. It smelt like PVC, and I realized he had a role of bondage tape. Pressing the end over my cotton rag, he then wrapped it carefully over the rag and around my neck around 5 or 6 times. I have to say, bondage tape smells very sexy. And knowing that it was being used to keep my sock in my mouth was an added bonus. I mmmphed extra loud (well, tried to anyway) to let him know how much I appreciated it. I even did my best to lift my pelvis off the table, which was no easy feet as my ligaments were anchored away.

"Oh, I know you can handle that. But if not, don't worry. I'll be in the next room over." I quickly looked over in the direction I thought I could feel him in. "Oh, trust me. You'll love being tied up alone with me nearby. Your mine, remember? If you need me, I'll hear you. Ok?" As he was getting ready to leave, he licked the outside of my ear...very briefly. However, the reaction that he got out of me was not brief. My whole body SHOOK. The moan I let out was nothing like I would do. It was an orgasmic sound that almost sounded like I was crying.

I could feel him still, as if he was bewildered by this. For 2 minutes nothing happened. Then, he took a swipe at the outside of my ear again. And again, my body just contracted on myself. MMMMPH! He quickly pressed into the gag with his hand. "Wow. That's new. Most guys have sensitive areas in the lobe itself. But yours is on the outside." He petted it with his fingernail, my moans faster than ever, my cock even harder. I then heard him laugh haughtily to himself. "Well....I think I might have found a way to just torture you tonight. Well, I'm off to work on the PC for a bit. I'll come back in 20." He then licked my ear, sending me into shutdown mode again. I was left whimpering, wondering and waiting for him to return.

Re: First Site Hookup M/M (parts 1-3 up)

Postby mikeybound » Sat Feb 25, 2012 10:39 pm

Get off your lazy ass and WRITE! Lol just kidding. But seriously, you're keeping a lot of people waiting.

Re: First Site Hookup M/M (parts 1-3 up)

Postby mikeybound » Sat Jan 05, 2013 4:55 pm

I'm sorry for being rude. It's been almost a year. Could you please share more?