Adventures being Tied and Edged by Guys. Adventure #1, Scott in Atlanta.

Authors note:  I am a straight guy with a lifelong love of bondage.  I have had a special love for edging ever since I saw my big sister’s “Joy of Sex” with the picture the guy tied spread eagle while the girl sat on him and teased his cock.  I have tied and been tied by women many times, and enjoyed it thoroughly.  However, when they took the dom role, I never felt like they were enjoying it.  A few years ago, after reading some stories by Strand Ankler, I started thinking about what it would be like to be tied by another guy.  Someone who wouldn’t “be nice”, and would be doing it to me for his own pleasure, not mine.

This has lead me on a few adventures with guys who could respect my limits, but enjoyed putting a big, muscular straight guy through his paces.   I thought I would share a few of these stories.  They are almost entirely true, with only a few details of the narrative altered just to make it a slightly better or hotter.

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#1, Scott in Atlanta

I was going on a business trip to Atlanta and put an ad up that I was looking to get tied up and edged by a guy.

I only had one reply, and his name was Scott.  He had never tied anyone up, but was excited to try it and we exchanged many emails as we got to know each other and built our scenario.  He kept drilling down into my fantasies about helplessness, control, and being edged.  We established limits and he asked about things he could do and couldn’t.  He was cool that I really didn’t want to reciprocate.  I’m a very big guy, 6’2 and even though I’m in my 40’s, I stay fit and am a muscular 250.  He said the thought it would be hot having a big straight guy naked and under his control while he stayed clothed.  We agreed that he would take total charge and that I would follow his orders.

This emailing went on for over a week, and kept coming up with suggestions of things he would do to me, and told me he was reading up on bondage.  Finally right before my trip, he sent me pictures from a trip to Home Depot where he had a bought a pile of rope, some zip-ties, duct tape and other ways to restrain me.

It ended up he lived a few miles away from the hotel I was staying at.  We met at a German style bar within walking distance for me.  It was a few blocks from my hotel and we had an understanding that if we both were up for it, we would take his car back to his place.

Scott turned out to be a personable, mid-30’s African American guy in very good shape.  We actually got along really well and he seemed very likeable and intelligent.  We talked for at least an hour and he grilled me about my motivations, why a straight guy would want to get tied up by another guy, about bondage, etc.  He was recently single and just thought my ad sounded like a fun diversion.

We finished our 2nd beer and he looked at me questioningly.  I swallowed and figured, in for a penny, in for a pound and “Let’s do it!”

“Great!” He beamed, “My car is just across the street.”

Parked in a garage across the street he had a beautiful brand new BMW with leather seats.  We got in and he turned on the engine.  Then he turned to me and said “Take off your clothes!”.

I had asked him to take control right away, but this took me by surprise.  I looked at him and he had a gleam in his eye and a cock eyed smile.  I think I surprised both of us when I started stripping.  Soon I was naked in a strangers car in a strange town.  I was instantly hard as rock.  He noticed and reached down and grabbed my cock hard.

“I have something for you to wear, put this on.” He handed me a black mesh jock.  I quickly put it on and felt ridiculous, humiliated, sitting in this guys car driving through downtown, wearing nothing but a mesh jock with drops of precum oozing out between the mesh from my rock hard cock.

He ordered me to put my hands behind my back and not move them until ordered to.  We spent the rest of the drive like that, with him reaching over to fondle my cock or pouch my balls as he drove.

Finally we reached his town house, which had a private parking area he shared with another town house.  He ordered me out of the car.  I balked, but he told me it was ok, his neighbors were out of town.  He came around the car holding two long pieces of rope.  First he tied my wrists together behind my back.  Next he turned me around and pulled my balls down tightly through the mesh of the jock.  He wrapped the other rope several times around my scrotum, tightly separating my balls from the base of my cock and now having a very effective leash.

“Stay!” he told me and left me standing in the dark as he pulled my clothes out of his car.  “Open” he told me and my own underwear was rudely shoved into my mouth.

“Come!” He commanded and jerked my ball leash.  Keeping the leash firmly pulling my nuts forward and up, he led me across the lot, and up the stairs to his house.

His house turned out to be a very nicely appointed 2 bedroom townhouse with a patio overlooking some woods.  Hardwood floors and leather furniture accentuated some nice artwork.  In the middle of the room, away from the regular seating area, stood a large, very solid looking, wooden chair.  Next to it was the pile of rope and other supplies.

As I was taking this in, he put my clothes in a pile on top of his counter.  He turned back to me.  One of his conditions for doing the scene was that he was allowed to explore anywhere on my body with his hands.  Now it was inspection time.  He stepped behind me and he kicked at my feet until they were widely spread.  He felt my ass, and legs.  He firmly cupped my tightly restrained balls and made me gasp, then brought his hand from there up between my cheeks giving my hole a little brush.

I was ordered to bend over and he inspected my hole much more closely, rubbing his hands up and down until finally slightly pushing his finger in.  I had been excited and hard from being submissive, humiliated and inspected, but when is finger invaded me, I nearly came just from the feeling of

He ordered me to stay like that as we walked around me.  Suddenly I heard a sharp pain on my left cheek and heard a loud slap as his hand made contact. 

“Good boy”, he said, “want another?”

“Yefff” I replied through my underwear gag.

“You will call me SIR” he said, punctuating the “Sir” with a much harder slap to my right check.

“Mmmph, yff FIR!” I struggled to reply through my own underwear.

He chuckled, clearly relishing his role, “What? I didn’t hear you” was followed by another hard slap on my now burning ass.

“YEFF FIR!” I replied.

“Much better.  Stand up!”  He ordered.

I complied and was rewarded with his smirking face, but only for a brief time as he pulled some sort of cloth bag over my head, making an effective blindfold.  That was the last thing I was to see for quite a while.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp tug on my balls and had to step quickly to keep up as he pulled he yanked me along.

“Come along” he chided, laughing at my plight.

I was pulled into the bedroom.  Once there, he told me to stop.  I heard him move behind me and then felt a pressure on my shoulder and an order, “Down”.

I sank to me knees and he pushed my chest forward and I found myself chest down on a bed with my knees on the ground.  This left my ass sticking straight out and I felt extremely exposed.

I felt a hard pull on my balls and could tell he was doing something underneath the bed.  When he stood up, my balls were still pulled down hard, so I surmised that he had tied the leash to the bed frame.  Now To summarize my situation, I was naked, gagged with my own underwear,  blindfolded with my arms bound behind my back and leashed to this guy’s bed by my balls.

I was getting a little nervous, because we had agreed that there would be no sex, but here I was in a perfect position to be used as he saw fit with nothing I could do about it.

What happened next did nothing to make me feel better as his hand started exploring my now wide open and vulnerable ass.  I felt some cold liquid as he dripped lube down my crack and he started running spreading it in circles with his fingers.  This felt amazing as he gently ran his fingers around the rim and I started to move my hips and moan.  This was pulling on my balls even harder and making the sensation even more intense.

He started circling faster the sensation became even more intense.  Suddenly it stopped and just as suddenly, with another crack, a single, solid, resounding blow landed on my ass.  Then another, and another, turning into a series of ten or so searing slaps which had me pulling desperately on my ball leash trying to get away.

Just as suddenly, the blows stopped and his fingers started exploring my hole again.  Again, circling gently and slowly, but steadily faster and more intense, causing me to buck and moan through my gag.  Suddenly it stopped again, and I tensed for the blow that was sure to follow.

After a pause, no blow landed and I started to relax.  Just as suddenly, I felt his finger invade my ass to the knuckle.  I arched my back and howled at this surprise invasion, and trying to pull away wrenched my balls in their leash.  He left his finger buried in me as I started to calm down and get used to it.  Then, he slowly started working it in an out.

As I started to relax, the sensation turned to pleasure and I began to push back against it.  I was breathing hard, and my cock was hard as a rock from the stimulation.  He started to speed up the pace and I moaned in rhythm.  His finger pulled all the way out, and was replaced with two fingers.  Again I moaned and pulled against this new intrusion, but he kept pushing it in and continued working me.  As he sped up the intensity again, his other hand started smacking my ass, alternating between cheeks in concert with the rhythm of his fingering.

After a few minutes, he stopped.  Leaving me breathing hard, and my cock rock hard and dripping.  Later, he emailed me a picture of the puddle of pre-cum I left on the hardwood floor by his bed.

I heard him stand up and thought, “Oh man, this is it.”  I expected to hear the rustling of his pants as he prepared to take me.  I was dreading this, as I knew I was taking the risk of this by putting myself in this situation, but really didn’t want it.  He was a man of his word, though, and soon I felt him underneath me and by the tugs on my ball leash, he was untying me from the bed.

He helped me to stand, and turned me around.  I felt his hand wrap around my cock that was sticking straight out.  “Liked that, did you?” he said as he gave me a squeeze.

“Yeff fir” I replied.

He reached up under the bag and pulled my gag out.  My mouth was dry and a little sore, so it felt good to get it out.  My relief was short lived, though, as I felt him wipe it up and down the pre-cum slicked head of my cock.  He unceremoniously shoved my cum soaked shorts back in my mouth and asked me if I liked the taste.

“Ooo fir” I said adamantly.  He laughed.

“Too bad, you need to get used to it.”

I felt that familiar tug on my nuts as he led me out of the room.  We moved out into what felt like his living room and he stopped me.  He grabbed my cock and used it as a handle to turn me a little bit, then to push me back onto the big chair I had seen earlier.

I felt him untie the leash and sighed as the pressure on my nuts was relieved.  Then my hands were untied and pulled to my sides.

I heard soft rustling sounds and felt rope go around my left wrist.  He pulled turn after turn around my wrist and the back leg of the chair.  Then he ran a loop between my wrist and the chair to cinch it and my wrist felt like it was now a part of the chair with no chance of movement.  He had clearly been doing some internet research!

He repeated this procedure on my right wrist.  Next, my left ankle and then my right.  I was now truly unable to move, as the chair was very heavy and sturdy.  However that wasn’t enough.  Next, he tied my arms, above the elbows to the backrest.  Rope was then tightly looped around one thigh, passed under the seat and looped around the other, forcing my knees to spread.  Several loops were tied around my waist and cinched between my lower back and the chair.  As if I wasn’t helpless enough, he then ran loops crisscross over my chest to the backrest.  I was now totally unable to move.  But, to add insult to injury, he zip tied my thumbs to the base of the seat!

I tested my bondage, trying to move, something, anything to find a weakness in his ties.  The more I struggled, the more I realized that I was well and truly helpless.  This sent a shiver of excitement through me and made my cock iron hard.  I could feel a drop of pre-cum slowly dripping down the back of it and onto the base of my balls, with another close behind it.

I settled down, and it became quiet and still in the room.  I think he was just standing there watching and admiring my tied up body.  We sat like that for what seemed like several minutes  I was completely unable to move, sucking on my own cum soaked briefs and hooded.  I turned my head, straining to hear what was happening, but couldn’t.

After a time, I heard him walk around behind me.  I felt his hands come around my chest and they started rubbing my nipples.  It started lightly at first, just brushes with the palm of his hand, then harder.  He began pinching them and tweaking.  I was already so sensitized that this had an incredibly intense effect.  It was like my nipples were connected straight to my cock.  I fought my bonds to try to squirm away, but of course I could do nothing.

The assault on my nipples stopped and for a brief moment I caught my breath as I heard him walk back in front of me.  Then, without warning my left nipple exploded with an intense pinching pain.  “Arrrrrgh!” came my muffled cry.  After the initial shock, it hurt less, but I could feel a constant pressure and a tugging from what I guessed was a clothespin.  I breathed a deeply a few times to get used to, but just as I was starting to relax, my right nipple was pulled hard and ruthlessly clamped.

I struggled in my tight bonds, trying to shake the pegs off my nipples, but what little movement I had just made them pull harder and I finally subsided.

I heard Scott chuckling to himself as first one, then the other side was flicked at random intervals.  Each one causing me to shake and squirm.   At the same time, the sensation was going straight to my cock and the pain and humiliation of him laughing at me only added to my excitement.

I felt a brush on the head of my cock, which surprised me and made me jump.  It also made me want more, and after a second and third light touch I was straining to thrust my hips up into the touch.

I felt his fingers wrap around the shaft and I groaned.  Then he gripped it tightly and starting working his thumb around the head.  It was so intense!  I leaned my head back and just groaned as he circled his thumb around my sensitive glans.  I started trying to pull away, to shift, roll, anything to be free of this exquisite torture, but of course I was totally helpless.  He was merciless as he just kept slowly orbiting the head, and I became more and more desperate to get away from it.  I was reduced to a high pitched keaning as I thrashed the only part of my body that could move, my head, from side to side.

I had a moment where I relaxed a little.  I was broken, I couldn’t get away and couldn’t stop it.  It was still incredibly intense, but I just gave into my bondage and helplessness.  It was such a turn on to be so completely bound.

He finally stopped and started stroking me for real, slowly, maybe once per second.  I was so ready to cum, but he just kept up that slow, relentless pace.  It was not fast enough to get me over the edge, but every stroke made try to thrust and get more, but I was unable to move and he was in complete control.

Suddenly, he sped up, just enough, working me with hard, long, methodical strokes.  I started moaning and thrusting my hips as I finally felt an orgasm building.  It built slowly, but relentlessly until I started to go over the edge of a mind shattering cum.  He stopped!  I was just short, desperately trying to thrust my hips in the air to get that last stroke, or even just a touch.  Nothing.

He started flicking the pegs on my nipples again, randomly, one left, right, then both several times quickly.  I was in a haze of sensation and couldn’t tell if it hurt or felt good, as I panted and sweated back from the brink.

He gripped me again like before and started circling the head.  “Oh God, NO!” I thought, “I can’t take that!”  I even tried to beg “NOOO!” through my gag but that only solicited another evil chuckle from him.

“You said ‘merciless edging’ “  He said in a taunting voice, “well, here you are.  We are just getting warmed up!”

With that he started the slow stroking again, only this time every few, he worked back to the head again.  My whole existence was now my nipples and cock.  Once again, he started going faster, not too fast, but fast enough to bring me back to the brink, where of course he stopped again.

He relentlessly worked me like this for what seemed like hours.  I went through a gamut of emotions, from desperation, to anger, to despair, acceptance and surrender, but then back to desperation.

“You would do anything to cum right now, wouldn’t you?”  He finally asked me.

“Yefff FIR!” I replied.

“I can’t hear you, BOY” He said, laughing even harder.

I tried to tell him “Anything SIR” but it only came out as muffled gag speak.

I had pretty much forgotten about my nipples at that point, until they both came alive with pain at the same time as he plucked the pegs off.  The sensation was so intense and I was so overstimulated that I almost ejaculated just from that, but I didn’t quite make it.

I felt him working his hand between my legs and suddenly felt his finger invade my ass again until he had the tip pushing right on my prostate.  The he grabbed my cock again and this time starting pumping my shaft fast and hard.  I groaned as I immediately felt everything boiling for a huge explosion, as I knew that this time he was going to finish me off.  But he stopped again!  He only let me rest for a few seconds before starting and stopping.  He repeated this, holding me right at the edge until all that was coming out of me was unintelligible gibbering.

As we worked me fast he started pressing on my prostate and I came to the point of no return again, but knowing in despair he would never let me go over.   I was wrong, though.  I felt the first wave hit me and he started jacking and fingering me harder.  I screamed has he pulled the first shot out of me.  He just kept working me as I kept cumming and cumming.  I felt it splash on my chest, arm and even up my neck.  I don’t know if it was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, but it was very, very intense.

Finally it was over and he started slowing down until he felt me relax and pulled his finger out of my ass.

I was breathing like I had been sprinting, and my ears were ringing.  I saw his smiling face as he pulled the hood off me and my underwear gag out.

“How was that?” He asked with a big grin.

“That was fucking awesome.” I gasped, returning his smile.

He clipped my thumbs loose and went about the not short process of untying me.  Then he brought me a washcloth and let me clean myself up.

He offered me a beer, and while he got it, I suddenly felt self-conscious about my nudity, so I got dressed.  We drank a few beers companionably and talked for another hour or so before he drove me back to my hotel.  I was sore, chafed and spent, but it was everything I thought it was going to be.

Adventures being Tied and Edged by Guys. Adventure #2, Dan in Seattle.

Authors note:  I am a straight guy with a lifelong love of bondage.  I have had a special love for edging ever since I saw my big sister’s “Joy of Sex” with the picture the guy tied spread eagle while the girl sat on him and teased his cock.  I have tied and been tied by women many times, and enjoyed it thoroughly.  However, when they took the dom role, I never felt like they were enjoying it.  A few years ago, after reading some stories by Strand Ankler, I started thinking about what it would be like to be tied by another guy.  Someone who wouldn’t “be nice”, and would be doing it to me for his own pleasure, not mine.

This has lead me on a few adventures with guys who could respect my limits, but enjoyed putting a big, muscular straight guy through his paces.   I thought I would share a few of these stories.  They are almost entirely true, with only a few details of the narrative altered just to make it a slightly better or hotter, or to move the story along.

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Dan responded to a Craigslist ad claiming that he was a dominant who would tie me very tightly and put me in my place.  We exchanged emails and established limits.  We both figured out that we could play during an afternoon.  He worked from home a lot and I have a fairly flexible schedule.

We exchanged pictures, and he was a fairly normal looking guy in his late 40’s.  He began taking dominance through our exchanges and I was to start calling him “sir” in all of our exchanges.  As ordered I sent him a picture of myself naked but not showing my face, and he said he was very pleased with my large, muscular body.  I’m in my mid 40’s.  At around 6’2 and 250lbs, I don’t quite have a six pack, but I do workout very regularly and play a lot of sports and I think it shows. 

During our conversations he established that there would be no sex.  That was a limit of mine, but he also said that for him it was about control, not sex.  I would never see him naked, although I would always be naked around him.

We figured out an afternoon that would work and made arrangements to meet at a little coffee house near his home in the Leschi neighborhood of Seattle.  As I rode up on my motorcycle, I saw him sitting at a table right on the street.  On the table I saw he had a helmet, as well, and figured the bike parked there already was his, so I parked next to him.  He was as advertised in his picture.  He was a very unassuming guy in his late 40’s with short brown hair.  He was dressed casually, and wearing a baseball hat.  He watched me very intensely as I walked up to him.

He offered to buy me a coffee but I declined.  I had butterflies in my stomach and was already keyed up enough.  We chatted for a while about things while he finished his coffee and sized me up.  He told me he had a much younger boyfriend that lived with him, which was why he preferred to play during the day.  His boyfriend did not share his bdsm fetish and he therefore didn’t get to play much.  Apparently they had an agreement that he was allowed to play, but he didn’t want to see it.

So, he asked me if I wanted to get together sometime.  I told him that I had cleared the next few hours, so why not now?  He smiled and grabbed his own helmet and told me to follow him on the short ride back to his house.  His last remark was “I can’t wait to see what you look like naked.”

His house turned out to be an immaculately restored old house in a really nice neighborhood.  We parked in the driveway and he led me in.  We had talked about him taking control quickly, but when we got in he started giving me a tour of the upstairs and waited politely while I took my riding gear off.

Nervous and not knowing what to do next, I looked at him.  He told me that all his toys were downstairs.  Looking at the white carpet of his pristine house, I asked if I should take my shoes off.  He laughed and just said “doesn’t matter, it will all be off very soon”.

His downstairs was a nice rec room with a big tv and a guest bedroom with a big four poster bed.  He led me into the bedroom and opened the closet.  There was a few big boxes in the closet and he started pulling toys out, showing me his collection.  He had gags, whips, plugs, a cage, even chastity devices and a collapsible metal stock.    He made a point of showing me his leather bondage mittens.

As I stood behind him while he was pointing things out, he suddenly stopped and turned.  He grabbed my shirt quickly and pulled it over my head.  Without hesitating, he spun me around and before I could even react, he grabbed my wrists and I felt cold steel and heard a clicking as I was efficiently handcuffed.

Again, without pause, my pants were pulled down around my ankles.  I was pushed forward onto my knees with my chest on the bed and without fuss, my shoes socks and pants were whisked off. 

Suddenly my world went dark as leather blindfold lined with sheepskin was pulled over my eyes.  So far, not a word had been spoken, but finally the silence was broken with a gruff command.  “Open!” was yelled at me as a hand pulled my chin.  I complied and a ball was forcibly stuffed into my mouth.  Before I could even react, he pulled the cinch strap tight.

I was panting and breathing hard through my nose.  In 30 seconds I been totally taken control of.  I was naked, cuffed, blindfolded and on my knees.  It had all happened so suddenly but with such authority that I was almost powerless to resist even if I had wanted to.  I’ve been tied up before but I’d ever had anyone just utterly take control of me like that.  It was what I had come there looking for this but It definitely caused some confusing feelings.  It also made my cock very hard.

“Up!” I was commanded and he pulled me to my feet.  I felt him doing something with my hands.  First one, then the other were slipped into the bondage mittens.  The handcuffs were removed, but my hands stayed locked together.

I felt him put leather cuffs around my ankles and then they too were clipped together.  Suddenly he slapped me, not hard, but it was shocking.  He grabbed my neck and leaned in close “You’re my boy now, aren’t you?” He demanded.

I didn’t reply thinking that since I was gagged, none was required.  He slapped me again, this time harder.  “Answer me!  You’re my boy now, right?” he demanded again, only louder.

I said “Yes” as well as I could through the mouth filling ball, but it wasn’t enough.  A third, harder slap, “YES WHAT?” he said loudly.  “Yes SIR” I spit through the gag.

“That’s right.”

I felt him grab my balls very roughly and squeeze them so hard I cried out in pain.  “Whose balls are these?”

“Yours sir” I struggled, trying to pull from his iron grip.

He let go of my nuts, but then gave them a very hard slap that really stung and got an inarticulate “AAAARGH!” through my gag.

He pushed me back until I was up against the bed then told me to lay down.  I complied and found myself laying on my bound hands in a very uncomfortable position.  He roughly manhandled my attached feet and moved me over on the bed.

Suddenly, both nipples exploded in pain as he grabbed one in each hand and pulled and twisted.  I cried out in pain yet again.  He laughed and said “Like that boy? Your mine now.” 

I felt something wrap something very tight around my scrotum and the base of my now mostly soft cock. 

Then he rolled me over on my stomach and I heard him rummaging around in his toy box.   I would soon find out it was a leather paddle he had in store for me next.   I heard the smack before I felt it, but when I felt it hurt!  He started spanking me hard and quickly and I was now yelling in pain.  As he spanked, he burrowed is hand underneath me and grabbed my nuts again, squeezing them even harder.  Through this onslaught of pain, I had now completely lost my hard on and was truly trying to get away from the pain.  I was screaming through my gag.  I don’t know if he noticed my cock had gone totally limp or if he just got tired, but he stopped.

I caught my breath and said “Stop, stop stop!”  He could tell I wasn’t acting I guess, as he immediately lifted my blindfold and undid the gag strap.

I spit the ball out and yelled “Dude, that’s way too much to fast!”

He asked me if I wanted him to let me go.  I was somewhat scared about what I had gotten into, as I wasn’t ready for this intensity, and had myself half convinced he wouldn’t let me out.  I said yes, and to my relief he moved quickly to free me.

He quickly undid the restraints on my legs and wrists and pulled the tight elastic band from my balls, the one around my cock had already slipped off.

I wasn’t mad at him, we hadn’t really negotiated enough, and it started out really well when he just took control and got me restrained and naked with such purpose.  However, the pain had put me in full fight or flight mode and I needed to relax a little bit.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I put my shorts and shirt back on and we retired to the rec room.

We sat down and relaxed and I asked him if he had a beer, which he supplied.  As I drank it, we talked through what had happened.  He had the impression that I wanted a to really intense scene, and he had had complaints before about going to slowly warm up.  This only goes to show how important communication is for stuff like this.

Either way, we relaxed and chatted.  I was planning on finishing my beer and leaving, as my mood was ruined, but I didn’t want it to be weird. I relaxed and enjoyed my beer as he showed me around a bit more. He showed me the room that he used to have for bondage and where he used to have restraints on the walls and hooks in the ceiling.  It was now used for storage.

He talked about how he separated domination from sex.  For him, he enjoyed humiliating guys, both verbally and subjecting them to experiences he knew made them uncomfortable.  He talked about how the biggest thrill for him was watching a victims eyes as they realized he was in control.

I was interested in his gear so he dragged some out into the rec room.  He showed me various cuffs, his favorite being the thigh to wrist restraints.  I was sitting in a reclining easy chair and as he showed them to me he described how he would love sometime to use them on me while I kicked back in that chair with my feet tied to the footrest  This was an arousing thought and my cock started to stir again.

Then he pulled out a very complex leather harness gag with an integrated collar.  I was very fascinated by this and looked at it very closely.  It had a leather pad over the lips with a gag sort of like a very short but very thick cock, but narrow towards the front so the mouth can close around it some.

On a whim, I asked him if I could try it out.  “Sure” he said and I put the gag in my mouth.  He walked around behind me and fastened the collar around my neck and then tightened and adjusted all the other straps until they were all snug.  It was very effective as my chin was now tightly clamped closed around the gag and there would be no way I could remove it without undoing several straps.

I tested the sound and found I could make noise, but was very muffled.  I also noticed that my cock had grown very hard again from the restraint and humiliation of being locked into this harness.

Dan noticed, too.  He leaned the chair back all the way and walked back around where I could see him.  Looking me in the eyes, he gently grabbed my hard cock through my shorts.  Noticing that I didn’t resist or protest, he undid my shorts and pulled them off.  Then he walked behind me, leaned out over me and pulled my shirt off.

I could see him looking down at me and wearing nothing but this very strict gag harness, I felt very naked and humiliated.  It made my cock extremely hard.

He walked back over to his box and picked up a thigh to wrist restraint.  He held it up and looked at me questioningly.  I sealed my fate with the briefest of nods.  I figured he had proved I could trust him earlier, when he stopped at my request.

Shortly, I had my wrists locked too my thighs and my ankles had leather restraints around them and were clipped to the footrest of the recliner, which I was fully leaned back in.

He climbed on top of me, with one knee on my chest.  I was truly not going anywhere.  Grabbing the d-ring in the front of my collar, he pulled his face down to me and looked me in the eyes.  “Look at me, boy, this cock is mine, isn’t it?”  I made “Yes sir” noises again through this strict gag.

He got up and came back with a bottle of lube, which he dribbled on my cock.  Then he knelt on my chest again, fully taking control of me, as he started stroking me.  This wasn’t gentle, or teasing.  He grabbed my cock and started pumping it.  All the while verbally telling me how he owned this cock and how I was helpless and his.

It didn’t take too many strokes before I was riding the peak to an orgasm and I started grunting.  He suddenly stopped.  I whined in protest.  “Not yet!”  He laughed a little.  He idly played with my nipple while letting me cool down.  After my breathing slowed down, he started again.

After peaking me and stopping 4 or 5 times, I was really getting desperate to cum.  He got into a rhythm where he pumped really fast and hard until I started to get close.  Then stopped suddenly and would pull his hand just out of reach of any thrusting I could do with my pinned hips, even though I desperately tried to get that extra touch.

I lost count of how many times he did this, but I was more than ready.  I was not play acting as I tried to beg through the strict gag.  He started teasing me by saying, “Ok, this time, I will finish you.  Ooops, maybe next time.”

Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably more like 20 minutes, he didn’t stop.  He just kept pumping my cock until I shot a huge load that splashed all the way up to my shoulder.  He wasn’t done yet, though, he kept pumping until he milked every drop out.  I tried to squirm away from the now way too intense stimulation, but between the restraints and his knee on my chest, I was unable to avoid it.  Finally, when my cock had gone fully flaccid he mercifully stopped and climbed off me. 

He came back with a towel and a beer.  He pulled the chair up and undid my restraints, leaving my hands and legs free.  I toweled myself off while he worked on the gag straps, until the gag popped out of my mouth and he threw the whole contraption on the floor by the box.  It was relief to get my aching jaw some freedom.

I started to get up to retrieve my pants, but he said.  “No.  You will always be naked when at my house, understand?”  I smiled, and said “Yes sir” as I sat down to wash the taste of gag out of my mouth with the cold beer.  I desperately wanted to get dressed, but I was still loving the humiliation and wanted him to enjoy the experience as much as I had.

We talked more, and he told me he would love to lock me in his cage sometime, and put me in his stocks.  He also told me he really would love to lock me in his chastity device and send me on my way.  Although the thought of that made my cock start to stir again (and he noticed), I had to decline as my domestic situation makes that somewhat impractical.

We have emailed several times since that meeting and discussed various scenarios, but have never gotten together again.

Either way, it was a very fun experience.  Although it went south for a while because we didn’t really talk out expectations as well as we should, it was still very fun.  I got taken control of, strictly bound and humiliated and then toyed with for the pleasure of a true dominant until I had a huge orgasm.  Not a bad afternoon.

Note:  Thanks for the great feedback I’ve received on the writing of my first adventure.  I hope that this one is as enjoyed as the last one.  I do want to reiterate that aside from minor details, this is an absolutely true adventure and Dan is a very real person.

I have only a few more adventures to write about.  If you are someone who would like to help add to my stories and are somewhere near the Seattle area, let me know.

Adventures Being Tied and Edged by Guys Part 3: John in Seattle

Authors note:  I am a straight guy with a lifelong love of bondage.  I have had a special love for edging ever since I saw my big sister’s “Joy of Sex” with the picture the guy tied spread eagle while the girl sat on him and teased his cock.  I have tied and been tied by women many times, and enjoyed it thoroughly.  However, when they took the dom role, I never felt like they were enjoying it.  A few years ago, after reading some stories by Strand Ankler, I started thinking about what it would be like to be tied by another guy.  Someone who wouldn’t “be nice”, and would be doing it to me for his own pleasure, not mine.

This has lead me on a few adventures with guys who could respect my limits, but enjoyed putting a big, muscular straight guy through his paces.   I thought I would share a few of these stories.  They are almost entirely true, with only a few details of the narrative altered just to make it a slightly better or hotter, or to move the story along.

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While looking through ads, I spotted an ad that said “Looking for str8 guy who wants to give up control”.  Intrigued, I opened it up and found a description of almost exactly what I was looking for.  He said he wanted someone under 40, but I hit him up anyway.

Soon I got a reply asking for a picture, which I sent.  After that we started discussing what we were looking for what we had done.  He talked about how he like taking control of straight guys and playing with them until they begged for release.

We exchanged war stories, and I gave him brief summaries of the other stories I have written about.  He told me about two guys he had done this to before.  One instance he told about involved tying his victim upside down on the couch, with his head on the floor and arms stretched to the couch legs.  He then teased the guy until finally letting him finish, but making it all shoot onto his face and into his mouth.  He said the guy was very humiliated.

We figured out that we were on the same page and talked about various scenarios that we could play out.  Eventually we decided that I would come visit him two days later.  He then took charge and told me that I was not to cum until he finally allowed me to.

The next two days went rather slowly.  He continually sent me emails talking about more and different ways to tie me up and tease my cock and was walking around with an erection thinking about the things we talked about.  I was keeping my word, though.  He talked about how he would love to just keep me tied up all day while he was working.  Periodically, he would take breaks to come in work me right up the edge before going back to work.  In another scenario we fantasized about, he would get me tied securely, work my cock until it was aching, and then go to Starbucks, leaving me helpless and not knowing when he returned.

But, at least for a first visit, we agreed on a much simpler scenario.  I would walk in, be immediately stripped naked.  He would then inspect me closely.   If I was acceptable he would tie me to a chair and toy with my cock and keep me on the edge until he decided to grant me relief.

Needless to say, through the negotiation and discussion, I stayed quite aroused.  Adding to that was the real thought of being stripped, humiliated, tied helpless and then edged for someone else’s amusement.  I wanted to jack off so badly, but I was not allowed to cum and I was getting very frustrated!

The morning of our arranged day, he emailed me and said that he needed to delay, as his work was blowing up and he was going to be slammed all day.  I was extremely disappointed, but we made arrangements for me to come over on Saturday, 2 days later.

Another two days?  I asked if I had permission to cum, at least.  He told me, “Absolutely not!  You will not cum until I milk it out of you.”

Finally Saturday morning came.  I emailed him to arrange our meeting.  It took him a few hours to finally get back to me.  Unfortunately, he had already made plans for the afternoon and evening and wouldn’t be able host me.

But he ended his mail with “You haven’t cum yet, HAVE YOU?”

“Not yet, sir” I replied, “I have been holding it for you.  May I please cum now, it’s been so long!”

“No.  You will save it for me.”

Sunday and Monday came and went.  Sunday, he was busy and Monday I couldn’t get away.  Each day he would make sure I hadn’t cum yet.  However he did tell me Tuesday might work.

“You might as well just lock me in a chastity device” I told him.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” he replied.

“Ironically, it does make my cock hard to imagine being locked in a device where it couldn’t get hard.”

Monday was spent with aching balls and underwear full of pre-cum as he told me about how hot it would make him to have my cock locked up.

Tuesday morning he emailed me that once again his work was blowing up, but making sure that I hadn’t cum yet.

I replied “Please, Sir.  I need to cum so bad.  My balls are so sore I can barely touch them and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.  Please let me cum, I will do anything.”

The reply came quickly, “J I can’t deny such a heartfelt plea.  You can come over at 1, but I really am very busy with work.  I will be teasing you, then ignoring you for a while I handle things.  You may spend quite a bit of time tied up and nothing happening.  You also must remain quiet while I am working.  If that works for you, come over.”

“Thank you, Sir!” I sent back.

A few minutes later, another reply came, “Oh, and one other thing.  You will have to promise to swallow that huge load.  I am going to feed it to you after you shoot.  I know your aren’t going to want to do it after you’ve cum, so I need you to agree now that I can make you do it.”

This put me in a quandary.  I really didn’t want to swallow my load.  On the other hand, reading about him making me do something as humiliating as that while I was tied up and helpless to stop him immediately made my cock hard.

“Yes, Sir” was my reply.

So, it was at 1 sharp that I showed up to what was a very nice little 4 plex on a quiet side street of Seattle’s Capitol Hill neighborhood.  I rang the buzzer and soon he came out.  He was an average size, affable looking, sandy haired fellow in his early 40’s with an easy smile.

We had pretty much agreed on the whole script and scenario, beforehand, so no real talking past “hello” was required, and anyway I was not to speak after we entered his house, just follow orders.

We went in the front door and he led me to an immediate left into his bedroom.  I already knew that I was to instantly strip.  While he watched, I stripped down and put my clothes on the bed.  I then knew that I was to spread my legs and put my hands behind my head.

As I stood there, there was no movement from him for the longest time.  As he was standing behind me, I couldn’t see, but I assume he was just looking at me.  Eventually, I felt his hands as they reached around and he explored my cock and balls.  Then I felt his hands workup to my chest and nipples.  He took a moment to feel my hard and pretty large pecs and then to tweak and lightly pinch the nipples.  Then he grabbed my cock with his left hand and gripped it tight.  My cock was so sensitive and deprived that I just groaned in pleasure.  His other hand worked between my ass cheeks until his probing finger found my hole.  I was glad I had taken a very thorough shower right before coming over!  He didn’t put it in, but instead began working circles around it while he slowly stroked my cock.  I could tell he was just toying with me, not trying to get me off or anything.

Eventually he tired of that, and led me by the cock out of his bedroom and back into living room area.  There was a nice wooden kitchen chair sitting in the middle, and a small pile of white clothesline sitting on the couch.  Behind the living room area was the kitchen and dining nook.  The nook had a dark hardwood kitchen table with his laptop open, cell phone beside it and other work paraphernalia. 

He guided me with his grip on my cock to sit down on the wooden chair.  Within seconds of sitting, a sleep mask was pulled over my eyes and that was the last thing I was to see for quite some time.

Next, my wrists were pulled down, one at a time, and tied to the side of the chair just below the seat.  He used multiple wraps of the line around my wrists and the chair leg before running a few loops of cinch between them.  Although I couldn’t see, I could feel each loop of soft rope as it went around my wrists.  As the last cinch loop was tightened, I realized my hands were truly tied to the chair. He had clearly done this before, as my wrists were very well tied.  I was not getting loose, but they were not too tight.  I had a sudden, brief panic at my helplessness, but it also made me very hard and I could feel my cock leaking from the excitement.

Quickly he followed suite with my ankles and I was now well and truly bound to the chair.

He must have noticed the pre-cum dripping out of the head of my cock.  One hand went around the shaft and with his other started spreading the liquid around the head.  After a week of denial and my excitement from being naked, exposed and tied, my cock was extremely sensitive.  I leaned my head back and groaned loudly in pleasure as he worked the palm of his hand right on the well lubricated tip.  The intensity was almost too much.

After just a few seconds, though, it stopped.  I heard him walk away behind me.  Then a chair scraping and after that the sounds of him typing on his laptop.  He had just walked away and gone back to work! 

Even though I was blindfolded, I could envision the scene.  There he was, working, like I didn’t exist.  Meanwhile I was naked and tied in the middle of the room, in a state of extreme arousal, but completely ignored.  The humiliation, the fantasy that I was just an object, a plaything that he could amuse himself with on breaks from his work, was extremely exciting.

For a while at least.  It’s extremely hard to judge time when you are in a state like this, but my cock eventually started to soften.  The first time this happened, I started thinking about my predicament and humiliation, and it immediately got hard again.  After a while though, it started to wilt.  I have no idea how long it was before I heard the typing stop, the chair squeak and the footsteps back in my direction.

As soon as the steps came padding back my cock immediately sprang back to attention.  Without a word, again, he took a firm grip on my cock with one hand and started teasing the tip and head with the other.  I was immediately straining in my bonds and squirming as worked the tip.

Then he started stroking.  Slowly at first, very slowly.  First one stroke.  I waited in anticipation of the next, but it didn’t come.  Then I relaxed a little and the he stroked again, then another quickly then another pause.  He continued with this random timing, keeping me off guard for a while.

Then a slow regular stroking, getting a little faster and a little faster until he found a rhythm that was bringing me towards climax very quickly.  I started to thrust into his hand and my breathing became rapid.  I felt my balls pull back and heard a roaring in my ears as my orgasm started to build.

He stopped!  Suddenly there was not touching, no sensation.  I whined.  Then I heard footsteps back behind me, a chair squeak, and typing on the laptop.

Arrrgh!  Being an object can be really frustrating!

My heart rate came down and my breathing came back under control, as I waited for him to come back.  I had no choice in the matter, anyway.

My cock was super sensitive, but after a while you can’t stay hard with no stimulation, no matter how exciting the scene is.  By the time I heard the squeak and footsteps, I was back down to half-mast.

That didn’t last long, as he soon stroked me back to full erection and began all over again.  Another round of random stroking and tip teasing until he again stroked me with a rhythm that had me quivering right on the verge of coming.  This time, however, he went back to the tip.  I was so sensitive on the head that I couldn’t keep quiet as he worked it with his keeping right at the verge of orgasm.  I was so intense, that my entire existence became nothing but the head of my cock while he teased it.  One long stroke, and I would have release, but he didn’t grant it.

He stopped again suddenly, and again I heard him walk away, pull his chair out and the “click click click” of him going back to work, without a word being spoken.

This went on and on for what had to have been over an hour.  I’m not sure exactly how many “breaks” he took.  Finally, though, I heard him sigh as he got up.  Something seemed different in the pattern as he got up.  This certainly had to mean that he was going to finish me off and send me home!  I hoped it was true.  After a week of denial and so much time brought to the edge, my cock and balls were extremely sensitive and more than ready to cum.

This time, he wasn’t messing about.  He grabbed my cock and just started pumping in a rhythm that was designed to get over the edge.  Relentlessly he stroked and I pumped into his hand, both of us wanting the same thing.  I felt it building, again my ears roaring, building into a huge, intense orgasm.

Suddenly, his phone range.  He stopped!  I sat breathlessly, fruitlessly pumping my hips into the air, trying to get some contact, some touch to finally get release.

I heard him walk over, grab his phone and then walk off into the bedroom.  After hearing the door shut all I heard was his muffled voice.

I was so frustrated, so horny and so ready to cum.  But, God it was a submissive turn on being helpless and having him just leave me like that to do something more important like talk on the phone.

The conversation went on for what seemed forever.  I really, really wanted to cum.  But, obviously, all I could do was sit helplessly.  I was moving into the anger phase and thinking “Please!  Get off the phone and finish me!  Get off the phone!”

Finally, I heard the door open and him walking back.

There was no delay, he grabbed my cock again and started stroking with long, firm, fast strokes.  It didn’t take long before he had me where he left me.  I felt the orgasm build for what I hoped was the final time.  I thought “God, I this is the one, I can’t take anymore!”

I felt it build and wash over me as I arched my back and groaned loudly.  It was a mind melting orgasm and I just kept cumming and cumming.  He just kept milking as it I felt the warm fluid go all over my chest and stomach.

Finally I finished and started to grow soft in his hand so he stopped.

“Was that a big enough load for you?”  I asked, breaking our long silence.

“Oh yeah”, he said I felt him wipe his hand up my wet stomach.  “Hope you enjoy it”

Oh shit, I had forgot about this part!

Before I could even say a word, I felt his hand grip my hair and pull my head back.  His cum covered fingers were stuck in my mouth.  I knew I wasn’t getting out of this, so I dutifully sucked my cum off his fingers and swallowed it.  He wasn’t done, though, and he force fed me as much of my extremely copious load as he could scoop off me.

Finally, he gave me what felt like a patronizing pat on the head, and pulled off the sleep mask.

He quickly untied me, and then handed me some paper towels to clean myself off.

“Sorry” he told me, “I was going to play with you longer, but I just got this email and I have to go meet someone.  That’s why I just finished you off.  I have to get going.”

“No problem!” I told him earnestly, both relieved and disappointed that it hadn’t gone on even longer..

He ushered me into the bedroom, and hurried me up to get dressed and pretty much pushed me out the door so he could get to his meeting.

John and I emailed a few more times.  He told me it was a big turn on for him to control my cock and not allow me to cum for a week.  We have never played again, though.   I think he was looking for someone a little younger. 

Either way, it was a very fun, albeit frustrating, experience.  I absolutely loved the humiliation of just being an object to be toyed with and then ignored while he worked.  His capriciousness of just leaving me right at the verge of orgasm to answer the phone was frustrating but also extremely arousing.  It makes me hard to think about that now.