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kinkracer -> A Twisted Path to Happiness Ch2 - Discovering Bondage (5/4/2012 7:02:39 AM)
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Discovering Bondage:
The first time I got tied up, it was almost accidental. My girlfriend and I were over at the new neighbors for dinner and drinks. They were a gay couple, both in their 30’s who had moved in a few months before. We had chatted with them a few times and grown friendlier until one night they invited us over.
After dinner, I had gone looking for the bathroom. I mistook “first door on the left” with “first door on the right”. I walked in, and found the light switch and did not see what I was expecting!
Instead of the overly decorated gay man’s bathroom I was expecting, I had walked into the room of my own wildest fantasies! Their guest bedroom looked like something from my craziest masturbation sessions. The only thing missing was a 6ft tall, stern mistress in PVC boots holding a whip.
Along the right hand wall was an x-frame from floor to ceiling. At the joint was a belt, obviously for the waist. There were similar, but smaller leather restraints, along the appendages. Again, they were pretty clearly meant for arms, legs, wrists and ankles.
This faced a full length mirror on the other wall, so whoever was unlucky enough to be wrapped in those belts would have an excellent view of themselves.
But the truly amazing wall was the back wall. It was the classic dungeon implement rack. There was a shelf with dildos and plugs. There were harnesses, gags, chains, cuffs, hoods, whips, floggers and some just plain unidentifiable stuff made of steel and leather. All clean, shiny and neatly arranged. It looked like a fetish store.
The polite thing to do would have been to shut off the light, back out and find the bathroom. I was incapable, though. You see, I had fantasized so many times about this exact kind of gear. That’s putting it mildly. Literally hundreds of times I had pounded myself raw thinking about having this gear used on me. Sometimes with my girlfriend, to finish up, if things were taking too long, I would fantasize about having a plug just like THAT one forced up my ass, and clamps just like THOSE on my nipples while my screams were muffled by a gag exactly like THAT one.
So, you see why I didn’t do the polite thing. I was drawn to the rack like a kid to his first Playboy. I was so entranced that I didn’t realize I had long since passed the time it would take to go to the bathroom. I jumped about a foot of the ground when I heard the male voice behind me say “OOPS!”
I turned to face the voice, beat red with embarrassment and trying to cover my very rigid cock nonchalantly. Of course, Steve was embarrassed as well. “Mike was supposed to lock this room! I’m so sorry. The bathroom is across the hall.”
“Oh, I’m the one that’s sorry! I shouldn’t be snooping around, I just have never seen stuff like this, I, ah, got a little carried away.”
Just then I heard footsteps and my girlfriend laughing at something coming down the hall, and in no time, she and Mike were standing behind Steve.
She stopped in mid laugh and said “what the…”
Mike threw his hands to his mouth and said “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I was supposed to lock this door.”
Tracy looked at me disapprovingly, “Were you snooping? That’s so rude!”
“No,” I stammered, still red and still very firmly erect, “I was looking for the bathroom, and I, ah took a, uh, wrong turn.”
“Wow, you guys are really into this stuff!” I could tell Tracy was feeling her wine. She usually got a lot more direct with a few in her.
Steve answered, “Yes, we like to play, we don’t really hide it, but it’s not fair to put it on display.” His voice dropped into a menacing tone. “Believe, me, it will get used later!” He gave a very meaningful look at Mike.
Tracy laughed and sipped her wine. “He’s is always trying to talk me into playing tie up games. Why don’t you make his night and strap him into that contraption, I’m sure he’d love it.”
Steve looked surprised. “Oh, do you guys play too?”
Tracy got a twisted smile, I could tell for sure now she really was a little drunk. “Oh, he begs me too, but it’s just not my thing. The poor guy. Really, do us both a favor and strap him up, I can tell he’s dying for it.”
Steve was laughing a little, but also looking sideways at me in a calculating manner. Still beet red, and my hands very cleverly covering my bulge, my breath had caught at the thought of being strapped into the St. Andrews.
“Sure, what the hell!” He said with a sudden, aggressive move, quickly closed the distance between us. He grabbed my unresisting shoulders and pushed me back into the cross.
“Raise your hands!” He commanded in what I’m sure Tracy thought was a mock command, but I could hear the authority behind it. Almost without thinking, I raised my arms up. In no time flat, he had my wrists cuffed to each upper leg.
All of us were laughing a little now, but Steve worked quickly and had the waist belt down.
“Spread ‘em buddy!” Tracy laughed, anticipating what would happen next. I tried to play cool, “Sure honey, anything for you.” And spread my legs far enough for Steve to kneel down and put the ankle cuffs on.
Steve relaxed “well he’s not going anywhere now.” He said. But he still finished off with the straps around my biceps, forearms, thighs and calves. I was strapped into a St. Andrews cross!
Tracy was really enjoying this, though. “Come on, strap him in for real. This is his fantasy come true! Give him the full experience.”
Mike quipped “Oh honey, he’s wearing his clothes, he’s not ready for that!”
But Steve was getting into it now, and he went through and methodically pulled each strap very tight. I was well and truly tied up now.
“Well, what do you think?” Steve asked with a smirk.
I was trying to be cool “oh, haha, this is interesting. I really am stuck, hehe”.
Tracy wasn’t having it though. She walked over and grabbed my crotch lewdly. I was so excited that I audibly groaned despite my trying to play it cool. I almost blew right there just from her touching me through my jeans!
“Oh he’s into it. Do some something else!” She said, laughing. I had never seen her like this, publicly embarrassing me.
Steve was getting into it, too. “How about a gag?” He asked me, looking me in the eye.
Mike piped in “No, Steve, enough fun for one night!”
Steve looked at me with a smirk “What do you think? Up for it?”
I was still playing cool. “Sure, do your worst.” My nonchalance was barely covering how badly I wanted to be gagged at that moment.
“Steve, no, let’s just go have some more wine.” Mike pleaded again.
Steve walked over to the wall and selected a ball gag on a strap. He showed no hesitation as he aggressively grabbed my jaw and stuffed the ball in my mouth with a wry grin. He reached behind me, and I felt a sharp tug as he pulled the buckle very tight with a quick, confident pull.
Looking me in the eye, he said “What do you say we go have a glass of wine?”
My drunk girlfriend raised her glass and shouted “YES, LETS!”.
With a shrug Mike walked down the hall, followed by Tracy and Steve. Steve closed the door as he walked out.
I pulled and twisted, but could not move at all in the cross. I was living my wildest fantasy, almost. There was no sadistic mistress in boots, no whips. But the way Steve had taken control without hesitation had excited me and had me churning. I could feel the growing wet spot in my underwear, I was so turned on. But I was also embarrassed and humiliated, and mad at them for leaving me.
I started to struggle, but the cross was unforgiving and Steve had strapped me tight! I tried to yell for them to come back, but opening my mouth more just forced the ball deeper. Arggh!
Suddenly the door opened and the three of them came back in, laughing. “Okay, fun is fun” Steve said as he and Mike quickly unstrapped me. I stepped off and reached behind my head to remove the gag. Steve laughed and patted me on the shoulder companionably. “Never dare me to tie you up, because I won’t hesitate.”
Mike laughed and said “That is so true!”
I laughed thinly, trying to hide how shaken and affected by the whole experience I was. Of course, my cock was still rock hard and very visible under my pants.
I looked over smiling at Tracy and she was giving me an odd look.
We retired to the living room to finish the evening. I knew it would be a while before I could actually use the bathroom! The rest of the evening went pretty normally, except I couldn’t wait to leave so I could fuck the living shit out of Tracy. She kept looking at me funny, like she knew what would happen when we walked home.
At one point, just before we left, I made a quip about Steve. He stood up, laughing and yelled “DON’T MAKE ME TIE YOU BACK UP!”
Tracy stood up, also laughing and declared an end to the night at that point.
I barely remember leaving or the walk home. As soon as we walked in the door, I slammed it, locked it and spun Tracy around. Two thumbs under her sundress to snap the waistband of her panties and I threw her on the floor. I took her instantly with an animal growl. Her excitement was obvious, and she was more than ready for me. She screamed in lust as I roughly invaded her.
I was animal, uncontrolled, and she responded. It was short and brutal and both of us came to screaming orgasms almost instantly.
I took her twice more before we went to sleep. The first time in a long time for that.
The next day was pretty normal. We hadn’t really discussed what had happened. I mean, it was really just a 5 minute interlude out of an otherwise suburban evening. The fact that that was the best, rawest sex we had, maybe ever, was sort of glossed over.
Tracy was becoming friends with Steve, as they seemed to have similar schedules and saw each other a lot. Both popped over a few times for a quick chat, a cup of coffee, whatever.
The next Saturday, we were invited over to play Monopoly. The wine flowed and we were laughing and having a good time. I was on fire, and was winning the game, mostly from a lot of lucky rolls and several sets of doubles early on. There came a time when I rolled doubles, then rolled doubles again. Steve said, “dammit, if you roll doubles again, I’m just going to tie you up again.” It was the first time that had been mentioned all night and we all laughed.
“Haha, go for it, dude.” I replied sarcastically, “it’s a bet!” I rolled and double 4’s came up.
We all exploded in hoots and shouts of “UH OH!” and Steve got up and marched ceremoniously back to the back room. We were still giggling when he came back in with a big armful of rope.
“I think he’s really gonna do it, buddy. You’re in trouble now!” Tracy was almost falling out of her chair laughing.
Steve was laughing too, as he approached my chair with a piece of rope. “Hands behind your back, cheater!”
I thought this was pretty funny so I crossed my wrists, not to be a welcher. I could not believe how fast he had my wrists tied, with a loop through the middle. He pulled that loop under the chair crossbar and cinched it down with quick confident motions. All of this before I even realized what was happening.
We walked around and although he was smiling, I thought I saw a predatory look in his eyes. He could see the realization dawning that he had really tied me up good. “We can’t have our cheater making a break for it can we guys?” He asked.
“Oh no, here we go.” Mike put his head between his hands with a groan.
Steve came back with a much longer length of rope and before I could even protest, or think about it, he had my torso and elbows practically welded to the back of the chair. This guy knew how to tie!
“Haha, okay, you got me, but I get to roll my way out of jail, right?” I asked, now a little unsure of myself, but again, growing hard very quickly from the bondage.
Steve walked back from the pile with the same ballgag he’d used the week before. “The witness will be silent!” he said in a loud stage voice, laughing. He stopped and looked me in the eye and said in that commanding voice “Open!” I don’t know why, but I didn’t hesitate. I automatically opened my mouth and accepted the gag. It was again quickly and confidently pulled tight.
I was stunned. It was literally less than 2 minutes since I’d rolled that fateful double and now I was truly tightly bound and gagged.
Steve looked around the room theatrically and said “See what happens to cheaters in my house?”
I looked to Tracy for help, but she was practically falling out of her chair laughing. She continued howling as Steve grabbed 2 more lengths of rope and lashed my ankles to the side of the chair. Between snorts she said “Yeah! That will teach him.”
My head was spinning now. It started as a joke, and the others were treating it as such, but it didn’t feel like one. I was completely unable to move or speak. The look in Steve’s eyes told me it was no joke to him either. On top of it, the act of being tied had made me rock hard again. A fact I could tell was not lost on Steve, or Tracy.
“Well, let’s keep playing.” Steve said, sitting down. “I’ll play for the prisoner.”
The game went on, with Steve playing my turn and making the worst decisions possible, trading and selling all my properties very quickly. I was not consulted at all, and in fact the party was going on without me. The others kept drinking and playing, and having a joke at my expense every time it was my roll.
Tracy was again staring at me the way she had the other night, with that little cockeyed smile. I was embarrassed and humiliated, especially being the butt of the joke, but my god I was excited. A wet spot had developed on my pants from the leakage.
Once in while, especially when my property was traded away, I would try to pull free or shake my gag loose. It was fruitless, of course, but it sent the others, even the somewhat sympathetic Mike, into hysterics. Finally, I just accepted my fate and quieted down.
Eventually the night came to an end, the last wine was drunk and Mike won the game, which earned him his own predatory look from Steve. I was untied, ungagged and was finally able to finish my glass of wine.
Of course when we got home, I practically raped Tracy again. She wasn’t even a person to me at that point, I was so horny. I just threw her down and used her. She loved it! Clearly my predicament had turned her on, too.
So, believe it or not, we accepted two more invitations over there. At this point, it is probably not shocking to reveal that I ended up helplessly tied and gagged both times. A pattern was starting to emerge. The second time I ended up in a very strict hogtie with a head harness gag pulling my head back and my incredibly hard cock grinding on the floor. They left me like this for almost 2 hours while they watched Sex and the City 2. Apparently it was decided that I would not agree to a chick flick, so I must be bound and gagged so as to not disturb them.
Of course, again, Tracy was sopping wet when we got back and once again we had wild, animal sex.
I came home from work the next Friday a little late. Tracy was in the bathroom getting dressed up, as if to go out. A little skirt, top and her spike heeled boots, which drove me crazy. I have a serious boot fetish, but she never realized it.
“What’s up honey, I thought we were going over to Steve and Mike’s tonight?” I asked.
“Ohhh, Shelley called. She had and extra ticket to the concert and invited me. I hope you don’t mind, it’s too good to pass up!”
“Umm, well, okay.” I didn’t want to let on how disappointed I was. I figured that it would take about 5 minutes at Steve’s and he would have me trussed up tight. I also was looking forward to the afterward sex that Tracey and I were sure to have.
“So, I called Steve, and he said you could come over by yourself.” She said, a little coyly.
“Hah, I’m not sure I want to without you to protect me.” I said with a wry grin, trying to hide my butterflies.
“Well, it’s up to you. If you want to hang out here, that’s cool, too. There’s just one thing, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, here’s the thing,” She hesitated as she leaned forward and pursed her lips to apply her red lipstick, “Steve said there’s some conditions.” She looked at me with an evil grin.
“What conditions?” I asked, hesitantly.
“He said he’s been too nice to you. He said you are welcome to come over tonight, but he wants to have a little fun with you.” She was acting casually, but I could tell she was bursting.
“What kind of fun?” I played my part.
“Wellllll, he said that he thinks you are a submissive and he wants to test it out. I told him you wouldn’t come, but he says you will. So, if you go over, you need to be ready to submit.” She was working her eye make-up now, but I could tell she was torturing me on purpose.
“Wha, what does that m mean” I asked, suddenly very nervous.
“Haha. We wanted my permission to play with your body, and give you orders and punish you if you don’t obey. I told him you weren’t gay. He said that would make it more fun for him to play with you.”
I should have laughed and said “no fucking way”, but of course, I didn’t. “So, like what does that mean, fun for him.”
She was enjoying this, I could tell. She knew I was hooked. “Oh, we negotiated the whole thing. I told him no gay stuff, I’m the only one who gets to suck your dick, and that you definitely wouldn’t be cool with doing anything to those guys. Right?” She looked over at me, sideways in the mirror.
“Oh definitely!” I replied sincerely, “I like being tied up and all, but I NEVER want that.”
“Well, I told him that if he wants to play with you, it has to be by my rules. Right now, my rules are that he can only use his hands on you. I told him that pretty much nothing else is off limits.”
“Let me get this straight. You are sending me over to a gay guy’s house, and you’ve negotiated with him to tie me up and fondle my stuff, but nothing else. “
“Noooo. I said he could only use his hands on you. I think he plans on doing a lot more than just fondling you. I just told him, no fucky, no sucky.” She said in a singsong, fake Asian voice, giggling.
“And you are okay with this?” I asked, throwing my hands up.
“Hey, I know what a little pervert you are. Ever since we started hanging out with Steve, you’ve been great in bed, and you don’t bug me to do those things to you.” She leaned to the mirror, puckered her lips to check the lipstick and then put the cap back on.
“Besides, I don’t know why, but watching Steve tell you what to do and control you turns ME on. It’s like I enjoy seeing a guy humiliate your or something.” She turned her head back and forth to have one last look at her makeup. “Whatever. I’m going to have fun tonight, and I think I will come home VERY horny at the thought of you tied up in a corner while I’m out dancing with my friends. What you do is up to you, but Steve was pretty clear about not showing up if you aren’t cool with the new rules.”
With that she gave me a kiss, a butt squeeze and a “See ya, honey” and clicked out the door in her spike heeled boots.
I could go into detail about the next hour of indecision and questioning of my sexuality and everything else. But what it all boiled down to was that from the second she told me the arrangement, I was hard as a rock.
So, there I was, at 8, precisely, knocking on the door.
Mike opened the door with a laugh. “Well, hello! I didn’t think you would come. Please come in, said the spider to the fly.”
I walked in to see Steve standing just inside, legs spread, hands on hips. “So, you came. Did Tracy explain the rules?”
“Uhhh, yes.” I said hesitantly.
He smiled an evil smile and looked me in the eye. With a low, dangerous voice he said “Yes, SIR. From now on I am to be called sir.”
I smiled back a little “Yes SIR!”
“Now, get on your fucking knees with your hands behind your back!” His tone of authority again had me obeying instantly before I even realized what I was doing.
Mike quickly had my hands cuffed and a collar around my neck. He handed the attached leash to Steve.
“Well, come along, boy!” Said Steve, as he led me back to the playroom with Mike following close behind.
Once in the playroom, I was ordered back on my knees. The cuffs were removed and Steve ordered me to strip down to my underwear.
I was quickly tied on my stomach, with my hands behind my back and my legs tightly lashed together above and below the knee and at the ankle.
The harness ballgag was unceremoniously stuffed into my mouth and strapped very tight.
“Let’s make a bet, shall we?” Steve said holding up a pair of scissors.
“I’m going to put these scissors over here.” He placed them across the room. “I’m going to come back in 20 minutes. If you haven’t used them to escape by then, I can only assume that you want me to use them to cut off the rest of your clothes.”
He smiled, “Now think about this. A man is going to play with your hot cock, fondle your ass, toy with your little nipples. Do you really want that?”
With that he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Now that I was tied up and helpless, the thought of letting a dude have his way with me like that didn’t sound so appealing. I layed there enjoying my bondage for a while, but then suddenly, more than anything, did not want to be there anymore and did not want Steve to see me naked or touch me.
I struggled mightily to wriggle over to the scissors, now desperate for release. Steve, of course, knew his business, and I was thoroughly and tightly immobilized.
Finally, my heart racing, my chest heaving from the effort, I gave up. I could not fight the ropes and the scissors were too far away. A sense of almost relief washed over me. I was helpless, and had no responsibility for what was about to occur. My fantasy of being truly helpless and giving up control was now coming true. Yes, it wasn’t a hot dominatrix in leather boots, but the thought still made me so very hot and I started grinding on the floor, struggling in the ropes in a different way.
I have no idea if it really was 20 minutes or not, but soon enough, Steve and Mike came back in the room. Steve said, laughing “I guess he wants to stay!”
Steve picked up his scissors and proceeded to keep his promise. He had been aching to get his hands on my young, muscular, jock body, and he did. Nothing went unexplored on my body. He kept his promises to Tracy about limits, but I was exploited, objectified and degraded. Hours later, after my first orgasm at the hands of a man I was released and sent home by a very self-satisfied Steve and rueful looking Mike.
To say I was confused and conflicted was an understatement. I was honestly not attracted to men. But, I had willingly put myself in a sexual situation and then brought to a screaming, nut busting orgasm by a man. How was this possible, and why was the thought of the session already getting me excited again?
Tracy came home late, and with several drinks in her. Still, she wanted to hear every detail of my visit with Steve. I reluctantly told her, and as my story continued I saw her slide her hand down between her legs and when I told her about my final climax at Steve’s hand, she came with a whimper.
She turned to me with an animal look and said “Fuck me. Fuck me right now!”
I did. Twice.
Time went by, and I found myself submitting to Steve and Mike with regularity. I learned a lot about them between their abuses. They were part of a larger scene of bondage and domination enthusiasts. Mike was Steve’s “slave”. To the community they belonged to, this mostly meant that at events or parties, Mike was to be treated as a slave and was Steve’s property. They often played these roles at home, as well, but not as a “lifestyle”. They both still had jobs and friends and had to do laundry and took turns cooking, all of that stuff.
Steve was naturally dominant and loved to dominate truly straight men. That’s why he had clued in to my submissive desires right from the start. He told me later that he was honestly surprised at how easily he dominated me and how I just automatically responded to his commands. He just kept seeing how far he could take me, and I just never balked like he expected me to. Much to his delight!
Steve loved to put me in predicaments. Since he couldn’t just use me for his pleasure, instead he made me suffer for his amusement.
A typical session with them would usually involve me being tightly, helplessly, bound of course. Steve knew that I was happiest when I was helpless. Many times Mike would be involved. For example, once Steve tied us face to face, arms bound behind our backs. A rope was tightly tied around my balls, then run through an eyehook in the ceiling and then tied to Mike’s. The tension on the rope was such that one of us had to stand on our tiptoes at all times. This led to a long battle of wills between us that involved much angry grunting through ball gags and much amusement to Steve as he beat us both mercilessly with paddles and crops.
Finally Steve could take it no more, and he untied Mike’s balls, replacing them with a 25 lb dumbbell that stayed on the floor as long as I stood on my toes. The dilemma from this was an interesting distraction from the sight of Steve forcing Mike to his knees and fucking his face mercilessly.
Oh yes, Steve loved to make me watch them. He especially loved to do it while keeping me stimulated. Once I was tied in a standing spread eagle position at the foot of their bed. A series of vibrating rings were running, one right at the base and one right under my glans. These were turned to low and rigged on me so that I couldn’t shake them off, no matter what. They then proceeded to have a long, and very graphic encounter while I watched, the vibrators keeping me hard, but not allowing me to come.
Of course, Tracy seemed all too happy to set these up for me with Steve. I never had a say about when they would happen. Tracy and Steve would always decide. She would use the opportunity to go out with friends, or sometimes just catch up on her girlie TV shows. We would still all get together, of course, and when that happened I would almost always ended up tied up somehow, but they never did anything sexual with Tracy around.
That didn’t stop Tracy from being fascinated with every detail on what would happen. It started to become apparent that the more humiliating for me and especially the more gay sex involved, the more it turned her on. I was loving being submissive and having someone tie me up so completely, but for her it seemed to make her horny to have me in humiliating situations.
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