Kinky Leather Pig

“That’s me.”

That’s what I said when Sir A showed me the pictures of today’s bondage time. And it is me, in a very deep way. Maybe it’s even my most essential self. I’ve been getting a lot of bondage time again lately, some of it pure bondage, where I exist only in the moment and truly understand that I’m in my most natural state when I’m encased and immobilized and deprived of senses, some of it the miserable kind where I unfortunately get fixated on how much time has passed and how much is still to go before I can “get out”. And lately the questions have been coming back: how deep am I going to go with this? Should I be voluntarily spending so much of my free time sealed off from the world? Will it ever be enough? But today I was free of those questions, at least for a few hours. The blackness inside the hood was exactly where I was supposed to be. The immobility was my ideal state, I’d just forgotten for a while. The tightness and total encasement was to protect me and set me free. It was just one moment at a time. That’s how I’ll find my way to wherever I’m going: one moment at a time, one day at a time. How far am I going to pursue this whole “bondage object” thing? I’m confident that I will know when I get there, if there is an end point. One thing is for sure: there’s no going back.

Huddling against the rain, under the small alcove out the front of the apartment block, I dialed 10 on the intercom. For roughly the 43rd time that hour, okay fine, for roughly the 43rd time in the last 10 minutes I berated myself for being an idiot. Sure I knew Pete pretty well and he didn’t seem like a total nut bag, but there was knowing someone pretty well and then there was knowing someone well enough to give them free reign of, well, me! My body! I was pretty sure I’d seen this movie and let’s just say, it didn’t end well for the protagonist. Fuck! What was I doing here - 44th!

Before better judgment could prevail, the intercom buzzed back and the door clicked. Oh well, what the hell, you only live once right - and hopefully at least until tomorrow! I pushed the door open and entered the lift. A few deep breathing exercises and an internal narrative on life choices later, the doors opened with a ding. I’d been to Pete’s place before but always just to hang out. We shared the same geeky taste in movies and had bonded over the brilliance of Steven Moffat - that arsehole - and George RR Martin - that arsehole. But a few weeks back conversation had strayed from the awesomeness of River Song down a very different path. A path that had led me to Pete’s door, wearing gym shorts and a singlet despite it being the middle of winter, staring wide-eyed at the post-it note stuck to his door.

Take off your singlet. Put on the blindfold. Turn around and put your hands on your head.

Maybe he was a total nut bag! The apartment building was quiet but did he seriously expect me to get half naked in the corridor and stand blindfolded for god knows who to see? I stared at the note a little longer until my eyes strayed down to the door handle, upon which hung a black strip of cloth, presumably the blindfold. I guess he did. People say they can feel butterflies in the base of their tummy when they’re nervous. Right now, I could feel a squadron of F16s dogfighting. I was nervous mix of fear and excitement. But beyond all of that, I was horny as absolute fuck. Following our non-scifi-related conversation we’d continued to elaborate online and after divulging that chastity as one of my secret fantasies, I’d agreed to keep ‘it’ in my pants for the past 5 days. Now I know 5 days might not sound like a monumental feat, but when you ordinarily jerk off a little over ten times a week, trust me, 5 days on the straight and narrow should earn a god damned Nobel prize! Plus, the very fact that I’d been refraining because another guy had told me to had proven a major turn on. This resulted in a pretty vicious cycle as the week had drawn to a close leading to a spiralling level of hornniness. So it’s probably no surprise that despite my internal counter ticking over to 47, I found myself sliding my singlet over my head, folding it on the floor and picking up the cloth and tying it around my head. The fabric was soft, folded over enough times to keep out the light, and wide enough to prevent any cheating. The F16s hit the afterburners as I turned around and placed my hands on my head, elbows spread to stand, shivering slightly with cold and nervousness, back to the door, for the world - well the world of the apartment block - to see. I waited.

In truth it was probably only a couple of minutes but I found time stretching out with my senses. Every creak and clack in the corridor echoed loudly to my ears and my imagination was running rampant with thoughts of mortified tenants and police being called. That internal counter was ticking over faster than an F1’s speedometer and I was moments away from bailing and running back home where the first thing I’d do would be to delete all social media and promise myself I’d never do anything like this ever again… right after jerking off two or three times. The lock behind me clicked open and my breath caught. I could hear the door open and imagined Pete standing there, just watching me. I could almost feel his eyes roaming over my flesh as a physical sensation. When I realized I hadn’t started breathing yet, a quiet whimper escaped my throat.

“Well aren’t you just gorgeous?”

I jumped at the sudden break in silence. And I whimpered again.

“shhhh” he quietened, and light warm fingertips brushed the center of my back, causing me to shiver and my shoulders to twitch. It seemed bizarre that such a slight touch could elicit the reaction it did. But between the nervousness, the chill and the minutes of straining my senses in the silence the warmth of human contact was intoxicating. Two sets of fingers traced beneath my shoulder blades, down my spine, back up to the nape of my neck, trailing my back over and again. I instinctively melted into that touch.

Behind me I heard Pete make a small contented “hmmm” that seemed to come from deep in his throat as if to say “this is good”. I think we all usually smile at compliments but the sound roused something in me and I realized I was pleased because he was was pleased with me. Now, I’ve never suffered from self esteem issues but like most people, I was my own worst critic when it came to my body. To start, at 5-2 I could certainly have been taller; this had proven a sticking point in my past though I’d grown into myself (figuratively speaking) over time. My figure was naturally masculine, slightly wider at the shoulders, tapering down and the little weight I had been carrying had been trimmed down to a healthy, solid frame underlain with muscle with a concerted effort at the gym. My skin was clean and pale without being pasty white andy chest and tummy were blessedly hairless, excepting a soft trail from my belly button down.

As Pete’s exploration began to include my sides, which were horrendously ticklish, I began to squirm slightly. His fingers brushed the hair under my arms and traced gently down to the waistband of my shorts and I involuntarily took a step back, twisting away, my arms instinctively dropping to protect my exposed flesh. Instantly he was around me. One arm slid around my waist firmly, the other up, diagonally across my chest and I was pulled back against him. I pressed myself backwards and he admonished with a tisk,

“uh uh uh. Arms up I said.” and one by one he took my wrists and stretched my hands up till my fingertips brushed the ceiling of the corridor, a feat only accomplishable on my tiptoes. I would have struggled to maintain balance but for his strong arm still around my waist, supporting me. His other hand once again began his exploration of my body, this time unashamedly tracing the contours of my front: down from my neck, along the centerline of my chest, out along the sides of my tummy and the ever so faint hint of my abs, now exposed with my arms stretched as they were. Pete gently squeezed my soft, pink nipples which were a little larger than the small nubs some guys had, but not the broad size of others, and I groaned softly. Twisting it between his fingers, it began to stiffen. He repeated the exercise with the other and proceeded to lightly brush, squeeze and play with them as they grew increasingly sensitive. My body was responding to Pete’s touch in other ways and my cock was starting to become uncomfortable tucked away. Evidently recognizing my squirming Pete pulled the arm still around my waist back, slipping a thumb underneath the elastic of my shorts to run it around my waistband. There was nothing soft about my groan this time.

“and what are you wearing under here hmm?” Pete said softly in my ear.

“uhmmm, my jock strap.” In fact it was  my brand new jockstrap, direct from cellblock with a thick waistband and smooth soft material. Pete cleared his throat. Huh? That’s what he wanted wasn’t it. He’d told me to wear it so what else did… oh. This seemed a little silly to me now, I’d never really got the whole dirty talk thing but hey, I’d also never half stripped in an apartment block corridor before either and that was turning out pretty damn well.

“ummmmm. My jockstrap. Sir???” the inflection at the end clearly questioning whether that was what he was after. A soft grunt of assent was my confirmation.

“and why are you wearing it?”

Oh come on, give me a break!

“er, because you, er told me to.. er, Sir?” same inflection. Same soft grunt of assent.

“and were you a good boy this week?” I still felt a little silly, but it was getting easier, especially being distracted my one hand tweaking my nipples and another running across the base of my tummy.

“um. Yes sir.”

“when was the last time you came then hmm?”

“Monday sir.” this time the grunt was a little deeper.

“you are a good boy then. Good boys deserve a treat don’t they” and his hand slipped under the waistband of of my shorts, running over the front of my jock and pressing firmly on my straining cock. Pete massaged my cock through the fabric of my underwear and I groaned, pressing my ass back against him.

Pete spoke softly in my ear, “what’s under here then?” no inflection this time, just a deep sound in my throat. Slowly he slipped the waistband of my shorts down, till they were low enough to slip down around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my jock strap in the corridor. Even with Pete there I started to freak out a little. But when Pete whispered “I’ll be back in a minute boy, don’t go anywhere” and he let go of me, I howled inside at the loss of his touch. When I heard the door behind me shut I turned around quickly, barely holding by a thread my resolve not to freak out. It wasn’t more than 10 seconds but it was enough that when I heard the door open, I half raised my hands forward and took a small step seeking, no begging his touch and to get inside.

Pete’s strong hand slid around behind my neck, his other hand on my hip and pulled me, stumbling into his warm embrace, his lips finding my mine in a hungry, passionate kiss. I whined a little as he pulled away, which made Pete chuckle. Hand still firmly behind my neck, he guided me forward into the apartment. It was disconcerting walking while blindfolded and I was entirely reliant on Pete’s guidance. He stopped me and asked if I was ready for my treat, to which I nodded vigorously in assent. Pete came to stand behind me, his body warm even through his clothes and his arms wrapped around my waist as he lifted me off the ground. I yelped. What the fuck was happening!

“knees up” he commanded and I did as asked. He moved us forward a step and my knees hit what felt like the edge of a cushion. I lifted them further and found Pete setting me down on what I guessed were the old style two kitchen stools with white plastic cushions that we’d normally start a night of sci-fi watching on, drinking and preparing nibbles. The stools were set about two feet apart so my legs were spread wide. I could hear Pete leave the room, followed by a soft clank of metal on metal. When he returned, he pressed up behind me and a soft, leather collar slid around my neck. He clasped it in place, snug but not tight. I desperately wanted to see it as Pete traced around it with his fingers but the blindfold still blackened the world around me. Next, two leather wrist restraints were clasped on and Pete must have threaded a chain through a ring on the collar as my arms were secured behind my back, elbows sticking out to the side, hands pulled to about the middle of my back. The position didn’t hurt though I knew that over time it would become uncomfortable. Pete tested my newly installed restraints by running his hands across my torso, causing me to squeal and writhe but with my arms secure and my legs spread by the stools, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get down without help.

Petes hands tickled lower, slipping teasingly under the waist band of my jock. My cock was again straining for release and he thankfully pulled my jock out momentarily to allow it to find a more comfortable position. He didn’t touch it again however, which was frustrating as hell and I rocked back and forward, eliciting a small chuckle from behind me.

“you ready for your reward then?” I could hear the smile on his lips and softly replied “yes Sir.” His hands slipped down to my waist, holding me on either side. I felt a gentle, warm sensation on my ass cheek and it took me a moment to realise he was kissing me. He was kissing my ass lightly over every inch and each brush heightened my sensitivity. I let out a soft mmmmmm and he continued without missing a beat. Ever so gradually, his hands went from holding to rubbing to massaging and occasionally he would push my ass cheeks outwards, exposing my tight hole. I had a hairless butt and that soft, white-pink hole was, I knew, hot as hell. This continued for several glorious minutes and I was more than happy with my reward. But when, right as my cheeks were pulled apart, a kiss was suddenly turned to a light, quickly flick of the tongue right over my hole, I gasped and my entire body shuddered in concert. Pete knew his craft well and from our conversations online, I knew he loved this every bit as much as I did. His tongue danced on my ass, flitting from a light flick to a deep working as far inside me as his tongue could reach. I was moaning continuously now and Pete continued to work my ass, eating me out hungrily and I loved it. Certainly my cock loved it, raging and throbbing inside my jock, I could feel sticky precum begin to ooze, wetting my jock while Pete worked. I began rocking in concert to his tongue and we built a rhythm where I was getting just enough friction on my cock to send waves of pleasure coursing through me. My moans took on a more guttural tone and Pete slowed his tongue, his hands moving back to my hips to hold them firmly in place. So much for friction. I could have cried but settled for a frustrated whine. More little kisses on my cheeks and I felt Pete stand behind me, his arms enveloping me in a comforting embrace. Even though I knew he was the cause of my frustration, I found myself seeking his comfort in response, pressing back deeper into his embrace. He kissed my neck and I sighed.

When Pete at last pulled away I felt suddenly lonely even though I knew he hadn’t left the room. I could hear him shuffle around and I started when I suddenly felt his hands on my head. He carefully removed the blindfold and I blinked suddenly in the light. I found myself staring, slack jawed in the floor to ceiling mirror of Pete’s spare room. As suspected, I was kneeling, legs spread on two stools, my arms bound behind me, my hard cock clearly visible in my jockstrap and a sheen of sweat slick on my torso. Behind me and slightly to the side, Pete stood as I had never seen him. About 6ft, Pete was tall with a slim frame built on at the gym into an almost muscled form; there was a hint of abs, noticeable but not huge biceps, chest and back muscles. I’d seen him stripped down to underwear in the change rooms before at the gym but this was something else. Pete wore dark jeans and shoes. His chest was bare except for a leather harness framing him, extenuating all the right parts. I traced the contours hungrily with my eyes. Pete slowly unbuttoned his Jeans, and I noticed one of the harness straps running down from his belly button, under his jeans. He pushed his jeans out slowly and pulled out his cock, which was steadily hardening as he stroked it, the harness strap attached to a silver cock ring bulging his cock and balls out. At a good 6”, his cock was just shy of a the thickness of my thumb and forefinger joined together. Uncut, he had a small amount of foreskin that completely pulled back, exposing his head once erect. Pete stood there stroking himself for a moment while I drooled - and not just from my mouth.

Pete pulled a condom out of his back pocket and slipped it on, moving I’m behind me he squeezed some lube onto his finger and began teasing my hole once again. It was cold at first but as he continued to rub and press, I started rocking more and more trying to find leverage to force his finger to slip inside of me. When he finally did I groaned and he asked “are you ready for the next part of your reward then?” we locked eyes on the mirror and I replied “yes sir.” he moved in behind me and I his cock replaced his finger, rubbing up against my ass. He positioned himself and slid his free hand around my waist, holding me firmly in place. My eyes never left his as he achingly slowly pressed forward. My lips parted wordlessly as I was opened and he slid inside me a centimeter, then gradually two, an inch, three, four, thrusting forward at a snail’s pace but an inexorable one. Five inches and I finally released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, emitting a long, deep, moan. Six inches and pressed to the hilt, I was full with his throbbing cock. He squeezed the hand on my hip reassuringly while his other moved up to my opposite shoulder. He smiled at me, still staring hungrily at me in the mirror and began to draw out almost to the tip, and then back inside of me. Slowly he picked up pace, and we became lost in sex.

My arms had started to ache, my abs were on fire from trying to support myself, leaning slightly forward, still kneeling on the stools. But there was no room for anything in my awareness other than his deep, hard thrusting cock as it pressed against my prostate again and again, each time sending out waves of pleasure. Occasionally, Pete would move his hand from my hip to reach around and rub my cock through my jockstrap but never for more than a few seconds; it was just enough to set off an explosion that ran from my cock to my tummy but just not quite enough to send me over the edge. Pete picked up the pace and was soon pounding my ass, his grunting in time with my own. His sweat as slick as my own. Faster and deeper both his thrust and his groans grew until, for the first time in what seemed like ages, he broke eye contact to arch back, slam inside me and hold me firmly as he came in a shattering orgasim.

Still inside of me, Pete wrapped both his arms tight around and pulled me close against him. We stayed there, both panting, catching our breaths. With the peak of our arousal subsided I gradually became aware of the ache in my arms and the fire in my abs. As my breathing slowed Pete gently withdrew, taking a moment to tidy himself up and button up those jeans. Then he released my arms, holding both my hands in his to help lower them without too much cramping. He rubbed his way up my wrists, forearms and shoulders, then came to stand around in front of me. He took my head in his hands and drew me into a slow, passionate kiss. I melted again. He helped me down from the stools and I was wobbly trying to find my feet. He guided me into the bathroom and into the shower.

“you might want a shower before we keep going. Don’t touch yourself.” he commanded as he walked out of the room and shut the door. I was a little unsure what to do but I heard him shuffling around outside so slid out of my jockstrap and turned the water on. My cock was half hard. I was uncut, but unlike Pete, my foreskin completely covered my head unless I was fully hard, when it pulled away just enough to expose the tip. The water was deliciously hot and I rubbed my hands through my hair, thinking about what had just happened. Not surprisingly, my cock began to stiffen and it was at that moment the door opened to admit a fully naked Pete. We both stared at the other’s nakedness for the first time and had I not already been hard, I certainly would have been then. Pete snapped out of it and came in, closing the door. He came over to the shower and switched off the water, leaving me suddenly chill and very wet. Which I promptly completely forgot when he ordered

“on your knees boy.” I obeyed and he came to stand before me. My cock was rock hard - turns out a week of no attention has some side effects - and I desperately wanted to lean forward and take his in my mouth. Instead I sat back on my haunches and waited patiently, guessing what was coming from our online conversation, and thrilled with the idea! Watersports had long been a massive kink of mine but I’d never really explored it with another man. Pete took hold of his cock and looked me on the eye questioningly. I met his gaze stare for stare and eventually a stream of pale yellow piss streamed onto my chest. Slow to start but growing into a steady jet, Pete pissed over my chest and tummy, directly down onto my cock and legs. It was deliciously warm after the chill and the smell filled my senses. It’s odd but piss feels different to water, somehow slicker, and I revelled in it. The stream of piss stopped splashing me and I’ll admit to being a little disappointed. He stepped closer and cupped my cheek with his free hand which I nuzzled into but his thumb slipped into my mouth and pressed down on my tongue, holding my mouth open. Pete looked me on the eyes again, that same questioning stare and I felt his piss splash onto my chest again. He moved upwards this time. Id never done this before. I mean sure I’d tasted my own and even liked it but this was different. He was about to.. His piss steamed into my mouth, hot, bitter and did I mention fucking hot. I swallowed though it was difficult with his thumb in my mouth and to be fair more piss ran over my face and chest than I drank but I was lost on it. The smell, the taste, the feel, the heat of it was all engrossing and I moaned. Pete stood over me, pissing on my, showering me until his golden stream ran out.

We were momentarily frozen after that, both panting slightly despite not having moved. Peter’s cock was now semi hard and this time I didn’t wait patiently. This time I leaned forward and took all of him in my mouth. I swallowed his growing member and felt him fill my mouth and throat as his blood swelled. His cock soon throbbed raging hard and I started to worship him, my tongue flicking around his head, my lips wrapping around tight. I took him fully in my throat sucking and working on his gorgeous cock. Pete put his hands on the back of my head, arched hours head back and moaned in the pleasure while I worked. As I began to move faster Pete’s hands tightened in my hair. Suddenly I wasn’t working him over so much as he was holding my head firmly in place and fucking my throat deeply. I was gasping for breath each stroke. I had saliva running down my chin. It was hard. And I loved it. Pete’s groan deepened and with a final thrust inside me his cock erupted and shot hot, sticky cum down my throat. He tasted amazing and I swallowed his cum hungrily. As Pete withdrew from my mouth his final shot of cum hit my cheek, sticking to me.

Pete looked down at me and smiled. He knelt and kissed me deeply. His tongue licked over my cheek to wipe up his cum and he fed it to me an a deliciously hot kiss. Cum, mingled with the piss still dripping on me made for an intoxicating smell, taste and kiss. When our kiss finally ended, he stood and grabbed a towel, wiping off his sweat. He stood and told me to have a shower and clean myself off, exiting the bathroom with a last, longing smile. That look of absolute desire and appreciation filled me with a contented pride and I set back to having a shower. Smiling now that I’d been fucked two times in as many hours but horny as fucking hell.

When i dried myself off I half opened the door, hiding behind it as I peeked out. It’s maybe silly given what had just happened but I was a little shy, never having been naked in Pete’s house and now I was about to walk around bare, with a raging hardon still in action. Try as I might to will it down, even touch had set it off again. Pete was moving around in the room across the hall - his bedroom - and caught me spying. He was dressed back in his harness and jeans and chuckled at my apparent shyness and disappeared for a second, returning with a black cloth on his hand. It took me a moment to recognise the blindfold but as soon as I did my cock jumped in anticipation so that when he pushed open the door fully, I was fully erect with a drop of precum forming. Pete wore a reassuring grin as he slipped the cloth over my eyes again shutting out the light. A soft kiss on the lips and he led me into the bedroom. What had he been doing while I was in the shower?

I was moving in little half steps, afraid of stubbing a toe on goodness knows what. Pete was gentle as he led me to the bed and his hands directed me down onto my back, head comfortably on a pillow. Pete took my right hand and stretched my arm out at a diagonal. I felt a leather restraint be wrapped around my wrist and heard the jingle of the clasp. As he stood, I pulled down to test my mobility and it wasn’t much so I shuffled up the bed to lessen the tension. Pete must have moved around the bed because I soon found my other arm similarly restrained. I needed have bothered shuffling around because Pete suddenly grabbed my ankles and pulled me down firmly, stretching my arms completely. My ankles were each restrained to the bed posts and I found myself stretched spread eagled on the bed. With the locking of each restraint, my cock had stiffened and bounced and I could feel a small pool of precum forming at my belly button. That was when he started to speak.

“there you go boy, all nice and tied up hmm.” I felt the bed depress as he sat by my side and I jolted as his fingers lightly touched my smooth chest. “Oh little one,” his fingers caressed my skin, “you should see how beautiful you look right now, all stretched out for the taking.” his words sent a burst of pleasant pride thrill through me. “and tonight, you and I are going to explore every beautiful inch. We’ll explore your chest”, his touch accentuated his words, running across my chest, firmly almost massaging my pecks and trailing to a light brush that cause me to squirm along my sides, just under my armpits, stretched vulnerably. “we’ll explore just how sensitive these gorgeous nipples are”, the last with a little tweak, a squeeze and a squeal from me. “we’ll explore this tight tummy of yours, and this beautiful trail of hair leading… both his voice and hand tailed off, not quite touching my cock which was begging for just the slightest attention. “we’ll explore these sexy legs of yours, and,” his hand slipped between my legs, finding that incredible spot between balls and perineum. I moaned. “aaaannnnnd of course we’ll explore this hot as hell cock of yours.” at last his hand reached my cock and my moan deepened. After a week of no release, and the earlier events of the day, my balls were aching and my cock desperate for firm, hard strokes that I knew would send waves of pleasure wracking my body. Pete did not oblige.

With the gentlest of strokes, barley touching at all, Pete ran his hand slowly up my shaft and back down, drawing out each motion cruelly. “I’ll be honest with you little one, this won’t be easy on you. I know you’re horny as fuck right now, but we’re going to take this slowly. We’re going to let that orgasm that I know is pent up in your balls right now built impossibly slowly. We’re going to explore each sensation of your body and draw out sensitivity you never even knew existed.” I was starting to rock my hips to try and increase the friction, try to find the touch my cock was screaming for. Pete just continued “we’re going to explore this lovely shaft of yours.” We’re going to see what’s hidden beneath this lovely foreskin.” Pete gently pulled my foreskin down, exposing my throbbing head. I cried out and jolted as Pete wrapped his other hand suddenly around my glands. It was slick, presumably with spit, and he ran his palm across my sensitive tip. It was agony, and I thrashed in my bonds, which granted didn’t allow much. He kept going, rubbing his palm around and around for what seemed like forever but was in truth no more than 10 seconds. “oh yes, “ he chuckled, “we’re definitely going to explore that”. I collapsed back into the pillow, panting.

“you’ve made a bit of a mess there little one”. I didn’t know what he was talking about until he wiped a finger across my tummy, where a pool of precum had smeared with my jerking. Pete rubbed his fingers under my nose so that the smell of sex - my sex - suddenly filled my world. I felt Pete get up from the bed and strained to hear what he was doing but all I could make out was miscellaneous rummaging. When he came back down, I startled as he touched my cock. He wrapped something smooth around my cock and balls and clasped it in place. The cock ring wasn’t overly tight but more than enough I knew, to engorge the blood throbbing through my cock and keep me hard almost indefinitely given my current horny state. I opened my mouth to beg Pete to jerk my cock again but I something filled my mouth. Pete lifted my head slightly and tied the gag in place. It felt like material, maybe a jock, maybe a bandanna wrapped around. It held my mouth open and muffled every sound which I of course tested unintelligibly. Pete chuckled, “you’re such a cutie little one. All tied up, suitably gagged, hot, horny, dripping. You’re just perfect.”

Pete’s hands continued to roam over my increasingly sensitive body until at last one dropped down between my legs, stroking up lightly along my thigh, tantalisingly close to where I wanted him to be. His fingers danced under and around my balls but he was careful not to touch my shaft and I hated him for it. His dancing turned to tickling and then massaging and pulling at my balls; not hard but firm enough to make me pay attention. Slap. The firm tap certainly got my attention and I squirmed. Slap. Again followed by more massaging. Slap. And again until a dull ache began to form in my balls and settle in the pit of my stomach. I found the pain oddly pleasant as it slowly built and it stayed with me long after he stopped the slaps. When he did, his hand finally reached up to stroke my cock. I could have shouted for joy but it would have turned to a strangled cry of frustration. His touch was so light. He cupped my shaft in a loose fist. A very loose fist. His hand also moved painfully slowly, each stroke taking a full 10 seconds up and back. His stroking was not even firm enough to pull my foreskin. But it was enough to tempt me, to tease me, to allow me to imagine what release would feel like. I began to thrust my hips, struggling to get just a tiny bit more friction, but with the limited leverage I could muster, it was pointless. I knew it was pointless but I couldn’t stop trying. I whined through my gag as my energy waned and I sagged back, unable to maintain my weak thrusts. Pete ignored me entirely. His slow, steady, light, and did I say slow strokes continued unabated.

As the minutes stretched out - I couldn’t tell you for how long but eternity seems a fair guess - I passed through a host of sensations but behind it all in determinately slowly, release inched closer. But it was a cruel building, more frustration than pleasure. If he would just stroke firmly once I knew would… without warning Peter’s grip tightened and he continued a downwards stroke fully down the length of my shaft. A wave of pleasure shot out from my cock through my entire body and I groaned, arching my back. Peter’s touch had also pulled down my foreskin, exposing my swollen head that was utterly slick with precum. With his other hand he cupped his palm to my glans and began to polish me. I cried out and thrashed in my restraints. The waves of pleasure had moulded to pain and it was exquisitely excruciating. And then there was nothing. Pete removed his touch completely and I was left panting, sweating, groaning with each breath. And there was nothing. And then that palm was back with the exquisite pain as it resumed polishing my head. I squirmed, trying to escape his touch, twisting my hips to no avail. And then nothing.

Pete left me for a few minutes while my breath quietened. When he returned, his hand began to stroke my cock again from the beginning, his touch light and slow. It was torture and I found myself subconsciously thrusting my hips. Impossibly slowly the build to release began again. Just a few firm strokes. Ugh! “rease” I whimpered almost unintelligibly through the gag.

“please what?”

“rease re ee um ir.” Pete chuckled and ran a hand over my abdomen. “not just yet little one, aren’t we having fun?” I felt that a whine was reply enough and he placed a reassuring hand on my thigh. “be patient little one, we’ve got a lot of exploring to do yet”. I couldn’t see through the blindfold but could I, I knew I’d see an amused smile and an evil gleam in Pete’s eyes. His hand started to massage my leg and slowly worked it’s way up. It felt good. As he worked his way higher he took my balls in his hand, massaging them gently at first. I tensed under his ministrations, obviously nervous and his other hand rested on my chest soothingly. Gradually I relaxed and gradually his touch became firmer. He’d take both my balls in his palm and squeeze till just shy of pain, then pull them down till they slipped through his fingers back up, squeezing through with a jolt of pain that was gone before it began and I found myself moaning softly each time. As his touch became harder still and the hints of pain became more real my moans turned to groans but my cock remained as hard as ever and I could feel the precum dripping, my cock jumping with each drop. I’d never really got the whole pain thing you see in porn online but right then, it started to click. It was a slow build to a dull ache in my balls that settled in the base of my stomach and slowly crept outwards. It built gradually so I didn’t protest and it felt like nothing I’d experienced. When Pete’s other hand ran down from my chest at begin a slow stroking of my cock the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure brought me to a blubbering, sweating, groaning mess. Pete moved from massaging to a firm slap. Slow, methodic and continuous. With the cock ring in place my balls were exposed and presented a bulging target which Pete seemingly delighted in using. Pete altered his stroking, timed with the slaps to move from light to firm to a teasing polish. It had me on a state of ongoing rapture. As I would near the brink, Pete would draw his hand away from my cock but maintain his slapping which served to hold me on the edge, drawing out the frustration. When he’d begin again, I’d jump and the tone of my groaning would deepen. Pete held me like this for an age.

Eventually Pete slowed his hand stroking my cock then removed it entirely, and reverted to massaging my balls, drawing out the heat simmering in the pit of my stomach. At last he stopped entirely and got up to rummage around searching for what I don’t know. What I do know is that the next time he touched me pushed me over the edge of insanity but still not quite over the edge to climax. I found out later that Pete has a fleshlight type toy that was only two inches long and do could slide all the way over and down my cock, to leave my head sticking out. As the toy passed over my head it was tight and it was delicious. It gripped my glans and tickled then firmly from every side. As my head broached the other side, the feeling was repeated and I tried to trust my hips to prolong it but Pete quickly pushed the toy down my shaft and held it there, preventing me from getting purchase. The sensation of the fleshlight gripping my glans was almost enough to push me off the brink but though incredible, the feeling lasted only a moment and left me moaning and panting. Pete would wait 10 seconds or so till the peak subsided before sliding the toy back off slowly and, once it was off my cock, waiting again till I calmed. And repeat. And repeat. And fucking repeat. Each pass over my phenomenally sensitive tip and I’d arch my back, gasp and try to thrust. Each break I’d collapse panting. I wanted so badly to cum I could have cried. To be fair, with the saliva dripping from my gag as I moaned and the sweat from my struggling, I could well have been crying and just not realised. Intermittently Pete would fill the gaps with a tug on my balls or a squeeze of my nipples and I’d groan. But always he’d revert to the same cruel progression. It was agony. But it was also rapture.

At some point Pete asked me “how are you doing little one”… *pathetically weak moan*… “do you want to cum little one”… *pathetically weak moan…. Pete chuckled and continued his ministrations.

After I don’t know how long, my breath started to quicken and I could blessedly feel myself moving closer to the edge. And Pete stopped. The bastard fucking stopped. I cried. I didn’t beg or whimper, I just cried, tears leaking down my cheeks. Pete brushed them away tenderly and leaned down to kiss my lips across my gag. “shhhhhh, you’re doing so well little one”. Eventually his comforting quietened my tears and he continued to stroke my hair. When I was settled he got up from the bed and I felt him untying my legs. I was exhausted and doubted I could even roll over unassisted but the prospect of release brought me a step closer to cumming which was all I could focus on. But rather than release my hands next, Pete instead brought my ankles up, on at a time and tied then next to my wrists so that I was doubled over, my ass now exposed. He traced around my hole with his finger and I moaned. After his rimming earlier and the endless edging my ass was incredibly sensitive and I found myself rocking as he teased my entrance with saliva and a light touch. Gradually his finger probed inwards, a little at first but then he was exploring inside me until I gasped. Having found my prostate, Pete proceeded to massage me from the inside making me moan deeply. I could feel my cock oozing precum and Pete used a ginger to feed me my own juices under the gag. I didn’t care that I was lapping my own juice, I was too horny to think of things like dignity or pride and at this point the taste of sex was amazing and regardless of whether it was mine or his. As Pete withdrew his fingers from inside me I heard the crinkle of foil and I moaned in expectation of what was to follow. The head of Pete’s cock rested on my ass, pressing gently against my opening. I whined and tried futilely to push myself onto his cock. I was desperate. He gently pushed harder against me, enough to feel it but far from enough to open me up.

Pete took my hips with both hands and slowly pushed his cock inside of me. I felt him open to me, felt his head enter me, and felt his shaft slowly, inexorably penetrate me. A half groan half gasp came out with my drool around the gag as he slid all the way in. Once hilt deep, Pete leaned over till his mouth was next to my ear “you like that little one”, he asked and I replied wordlessly. Pete pushed himself back up and, holding my waist again started go slowly fuck me with the full length of his cock. With each thrust he pressed against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure directly to my cock. The slightest touch of my cock and I knew I’d blow. Pete continued to fuck me, building his pace and vigour. His his breathing quickened and his hands gripped my hips firmer. Deeper. Harder. Fuuuck! Pete groaned loudly as he slammed into me, cumming in an explosive orgasim. Pete leaned over to kiss me again. “good boy” he panted “you ready for your reward? You’ve been such a good boy, I think you’ve earned it hmm.”

Relief washed through my exhausted body. Finally he was going to let me cum. I wriggled weakly in my restraints in a twisted semblance of zeal. I expected to feel his hand on my cock. I expected for long strokes to send me cascading over the edge. Instead, I felt something cool pressing against my hole. Before I could question, the pressure built and it slipped inside me. It must’ve been as thick as a middle finger and thumb wrapped together and at least 7 inches because it utterly filled me. Although my throat was raw from it, I groaned deeply yet again. It must’ve been a butt plug of some sort with a larger bulge at the base, holding it inside. Thank fuck Pete had opened me so completely while fucking me or that thing would’ve hurt like a bitch! I heard Pete rustling and wondered when he was going to start stroking me. The thought of climaxing with this thing inside me, my sphincter closing tightly around it was in a word, hot. But Pete’s hand never touched me. As I lay there wondering, my legs still in the air, spread wide, a large plug filling my ass, my cock covered in pre cum, my face wet with drool, my torso slick with sweat, I felt a soft pulse. I couldn’t quite work it out other than a wave of pleasure rippled from my cock outwards, through my entire body. Electricity! The fucking plug was an e-stim toy! It pulsed slowly, ramping up over 10 seconds and then back down. Each pulse sent another surge of pleasure that caused my body to involuntarily clench my ass, thereby pushing the plug in slightly, rubbing it against my prostate, enhancing the pleasure before I relaxed. There was a few seconds pause between each pulse, just enough to allow me to relax and reset. I was essentially fucking myself. I was completely restrained. Out of control. And I was slowly, so slowly fucking myself! I don’t know where Pete was by this point, the desperate need to cum and the increasingly intense waves of pleasure was all consuming. My groans moulded into one another into a single, continuous, agonised cry. My body tensed and released, each muscle slave to the inessential, unstoppable pulsing.

I could feel the explosion coming but it wasn’t relief. Far from it for it was too slow. It was like being stuck in a desert, dying of thirst and watching someone walk towards you from across the horizon, agonisingly slowly. Each pulse it felt as though I could mark the increment closer to release. Gradually I was brought closer to the edge, and I found myself unable to breath between them. I clenched my toes, tightened my calves, squeezed my ass cheeks together, driving that fucking plug deeper against my prostate, my abs were tight, my neck straining, my arms bulging and my breath caught in my chest. The pulse ramped up and my body shook, the electricity sparked against my ass and shot across the the very tip of the my leaking cock, bouncing against my tummy in a river of precum. The feeling bloomed from my tip, all the way through my shaft, filling my balls, and then at long last, an explosion ripped from my aching balls and raced through my entire being. My body spasmed and shot after shot of hot, sticky cum exploded from my cock, over my chest, face and tummy. The orgasam wracked my body and every muscle unclenched, relief and intensity simultaneously coursing in my veins before my body shuddered to a collapsed rest that left me panting and exhausted and suddenly aching everywhere. Before I could complain however, Pete was there.

“such a good boy” he cooed as he unbuckled my ankles and one by one lowered my legs slowly, easing the cramps out with massaging hand. Pete left my arm restraints in place but the freedom of having my legs back down and free to stretch was a relief. His hands rubbed my legs as he continued to affirm what a good boy I’d been. He undid my gag and ruffled my hair before using a finger to wipe up some of my cum from my chest. When I felt his finger at my lips I pulled away, twisting my head but he was insistent, continuing his affirmations, his other hand comfortingly on my leg, “come on little one, you’ve earned your reward.” I was too weak to put up and sort of mental, emotional let alone physical resistance so without quite realising it! I found myself  opening my mouth, tongue out. Pete fed me my own cum and left his finger in my mouth to lick and suck every last drop. I’d never tasted myself before and after part of me was horrified at what I was doing, rationality settling in now that I’d climaxed. But I’ll admit, it actually tasted good. Which was for the better because Pete didn’t waste a drop, he traced and took every strand of the still warm, sticky cum, my cum, my seed, and fed it to me. When there wasn’t any left, I felt Pete’s lips on mine as he gave me a gentle kiss. He came down onto the bed with me, leaning on his side, one hand tousling my hair, one hand trailing across my chest and tummy, occasionally running down to stroke my cock, semi hard but apparently still more than capable of sending out a burst of pleasure in its hyper sensitive state. I fell asleep.

When I woke, my arms were free from restraint, and I was lying alone in the bed, covers up. I was utterly spent and ached in my shoulders, hips, knees and, well pretty much everywhere. Sunlight was peaking through the curtains. Fuck! I’d been here all night. No clothes in sight, I stretched and got out if bed, leaving the bedroom stark naked. I found Pete sitting by the kitchen bench on one of the stools that had been my rimming pedestal yesturday. Coffee in hand, he looked up and smiled. “aren’t you a sleepy head” he said with a smile. “c’mer little one.” i wasn’t as insane with lust as I had been so ‘little one’ didn’t sit as well as it had last night but nonetheless I found myself going to stand before him. With Pete fully dressed, my nakedness couldn’t have been more obvious and it was having an effect on me, my cock embarrassingly betraying me. I tried to cover it with my hands but Pete just smiled, took my hands gently and pulled then to my sides. “Mmm, such a good boy last night”. Hand in my hip and one on the back of my neck he drew me into a kiss, my erection stiffening against his jeans. It felt good. Pete slid off the stool, to kneel before me and he took my cock in his mouth. His mouth was still hot from the coffee and I moaned. He sucked me for maybe a couple of minutes before getting back up on that stool - tease! No fair! But then he wrapped a hand around my cock, still slick with his saliva and he stroked me long and slow as he looked me in the eye and said “did you have fun last night little one.” Nod. “and does this feel good little one.” Nod. Suddenly, ‘little one’ didn’t bother me as much and I let out a soft moan, my legs buckling just a little as he teasingly polished my head for a moment. “tonight I’m having a bit of a party you know. Nothing big, just a few friends coming round. Do you think you might like to stick around little one.” Pause. Fuck that felt good. Nod. “good boy, you’re going to be the centre of attention”. What in the fuck did that mean? But then, who the fuck cared when my cock felt this good. I was close to cumming and I moaned to let Pete know. He reached across the bench for an empty mug and continued to stroke me. My legs shook and I thrust my hips in the prelude to my second explosion at Pete’s hand. Pete captured every drop of cum in the mug and squeezed slightly as he milked the last drop of cum from my tip. Pete stood up and guided me to the stool. I’m not an invalid and I’m not an idiot but the whole thing was just surreal and I found myself going along with Pete without question. Pete rounded the kitchen bench and poured a coffee into the mug mixing it with my morning seed. He placed it in front of me with a smile and a tousle of the hair “how about some breakfast”. Nod. I tentatively picked up the coffee and took a sip. It may have just been my imagination but I could taste myself distinctly.

I’ll be honest, it was weird sitting in Pete’s kitchen in my birthday suit eating breakfast with him fully clothed and making no attempt to hide his appraisals. Then again, it certainly wasn’t any weirder than drinking a cup of specially flavoured coffee, or stripping in a corridor, being fucked while restrained, pissed on or any of the other shit from the past 24 hours. It was also pretty weird when Pete started talking about last night as if it was another episode of SG-1. “so what’d you think of last night bud?”

Umm, what. How the fuck are you supposed to answer that? So I did what any self respecting man did sitting naked in front of the man who had fed him his own cum, twice! I dropped my eyes and stammered incoherently. “I… er… um… it was… I…” Pete laughed, softly and though there was no malice in it, I blushed furiously because that was apparently the line I drew at embarrassment. I looked up at Pete across the bench, hoping desperately he’d rescue me from the silence. He didn’t. “Um, it was good, I guess.” what was I, some illiterate moron. How many conversations had we had about politics - usually the politics of westeros, but that’s besides the point - or the absurd time it was taking for Rothfus to release his next damn novel and I’d never had any trouble expanding my vocabulary beyond three letter words. Pete, apparently, agreed that the answer was a little lacking. One admonishing raised eyebrow and a prolonged silence later I tried again “um, it was pretty great actually” I grinned, great didn’t begin to describe it, and as if a dam broke I blurted out the rest “it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know you could feel like that. I was so horny and frustrated but only wanted more and more. And my balls still ache but it’s a good ache you know. And cumming! Holy fuck, over never cum so much in my entire life.”

“and how did you taste?” jeez! Couldn’t I catch a break, just when I pushed a boundary he’d move the line a little more. Though I guess that was kinda the point wasn’t it. “I didn’t think I’d like it but it actually tasted kind of, nice.” Even I was surprised by the next words out of my mouth but I could tell from the smile on Pete’s face that he was too, “and I liked how you fed it to me.”

“I liked that too. And was there anything you didn’t like? Anything you weren’t comfortable with,” his voice took on a serious tone. I thought back and while there’d been some things I’d not expected, some things I’d never done, I was honest when I shook my head. That serious tone continued “I need you to be honest with me, boundaries work both ways and need to be respected.” I thought harder, “I guess I was a little scared at the start, outside your apartment.” Pete nodded, clearly expecting an elaboration. “I didn’t know if anyone saw anything and I was worried because I didn’t know if I could trust you.”

“and now little one?” I don’t know why but I guess we’d spent a pretty intense night together so I was honest again,

“I’d still be scared I think. But I trust you.” Pete shared a bright smile and came around the kitchen bench to pull me into an enveloping embrace, my face pressed against his chest”

“you’re a good boy. Hey, do you want to hear about tonight?” if nothing else, I’d be lying I’d I said my cock wasn’t ready to hear about tonight. I knew I’d shot the biggest load of my life last night but after a week of chastity, that left a lot of ammo in the tank. I nodded against his chest and made a contented little noise as he scratched and massagrd the back of my neck.