Bound & Blowin'

One of my first experiences at a gay bar was one of my best. I was in my late twenties and in great physical shape. I'm only 5'2" but I have a very nice physique. I'm hairy, but I shaved my whole body for this night. I was determined to get laid that night.

I was at the bar getting a drink when a man about 40 approached me. He was in excellent shape and had a nice hairless tanned body. He was wearing jeans and a black leather vest with no shirt. His skin tone was excellent for his age. He could have passed for 29. The only reason I know he was forty is that he told me he had just celebrated his 40th that week. I told him I'd be glad to help him celebrate.

He told me to meet him out back in the alley in 5 minutes. When I got out there, he was standing there with a bulge in his pants. He said he would love to blow me. I gladly accepted his offer. He put one condition on it. That if I liked it, I would come home with him. What did I have to lose? I said I would.

He unzipped my jeans and slipped out my already semi-hard cock. He started licking my head and I was instantly rock hard. He gradually took all of me in his mouth. He obviously knew what he was doing. I soon was dripping with pre-cum.

He momentarily paused sucking me off to lift my shirt and I allowed him to slip it off. He continued sucking me and after a moment, his hands skillfully and smoothly slid my jeans down to my ankles.

Standing there practically naked in the alley, I was nearly ready to cum, but then he stopped and asked if I minded if he cuffed me. I was desperate for him to continue and would have consented to anything. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and secured them to my wrists behind my back.

He resumed sucking me until I was near climax, then he gently lifted my feet one at a time and pulled my jeans and underwear away. I was now completely naked in a public alley.

There was a dumpster right next to us that blocked the way to the end of the alley, but I wouldn't have cared if there wasn't. I was ready to go. He resumed his servicing, taking all of me deep into his throat.

Once again, as I was sure I was about to cum, he paused and said, "There's one more thing I'd like to do."

I said, "Anything you want." He then stood up and tied a rope around my chest and reached for something behind my head. This was the first I realized that he planned this ahead of time, but I didn't care at all. He attached the rope to a chain which was attached to the fire escape above. I didn't know what he was planning, but I would have gone along with anything at this point. Aside from the fact that he had me desperate to cum, I have had many a fantasy involving me being the submissive role in a bondage scenario.

He sucked me for another minute and then instructed me to get on my knees. I wondered how he was going to finish me off with me on my knees, but he totally had me at that point and I obeyed. He then attached a chain to the rope around my chest in the back and pulled it up taut. I was now naked on my knees with hands cuffed behind my back and chained to a fire escape. I was completely helpless. But just to make the domination complete, he tied my ankles together.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm selling your services," he said.

"Selling?" I asked.

"Yes!" he said. "You're my property now, and I'm selling your services."

"Yes, sir!" I said enthusiastically, "but what exactly are your plans?"

"You're going to give blow jobs to whoever I send out to you."

"Your wish is my command, sir!" I responded. "Are you going to finish me off first, though?"

"No. You won't be as enthusiastic if I do will you?" he asked.

He was right. I thought I would burst at first, but I decided delayed gratification might just enhance the experience. I wanted this night to last forever.

He took my clothes and threw them in the dumpster and then went back inside. I knelt there on my knees helpless for the next 20 minutes until someone came out and walked right over to me. It was a hot blond, about 25, with great abs, a nice tan and a smooth hairless torso. He said that Mike had sent him. I realized I hadn't even gotten my captor's name, not that it mattered.

All I said was, "Please remove your shirt so I can see your nice physique." He did and as he unzipped and pulled out his cock, I saw that he was shaved, just the way I like it.

He was already hard and unceremoniously rammed his 7 incher well into my throat. I gagged a little and he pulled part way out. He gave me a second to recover, then started mouth fucking me. I just focused on breathing and relished the feeling of the tight rope against my chest and the cold steel of the cuffs. I was loving the helplessness.

He pulled out just as he was about to cum and came all over my chest. It was still running down my torso as he walked back into the club.

There were three more visitors in the next hour, each one hotter than the last. My face and chest were covered in cum. My dick was throbbing so hard I thought it would burst.

Finally, Mike, my new master, came out to get me. He loosed the chain attached to the fire escape, but I was still cuffed and ankles bound. He cut the rope around my ankles.

"Come with me." Not like I had any choice. I walked behind him to the end of the alley, still naked and cuffed behind the back.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You mean, where are we going, sir?"

"Where are we going, sir?" I corrected myself.

"Wherever I want to take you," he responded.

"Yes, sir!" I said, a little nervous but as excited as I'd ever felt. I was truly turned on beyond my wildest imagination.

He instructed me to follow him without question when we got to the end of the alley. I was getting rather nervous, since we were approaching a busy street. It was 3 a.m. by this point, but still. We rounded the corner right out onto the street. There was no one on the block, but I saw someone on the next block coming our way. I didn't hesitate, as instructed, fearing worse consequences if I did.

Fortunately, we came to a jeep before reaching the people coming down the street He told me to get in, which I did. Suddenly, the alarm went off. Instead of turning it off, my captor simply laughed. He told me to get out and come along. This wasn't actually his car. I hurried along after him, kind of in a panic. I was a little unnerved at his nonchalance. Did he care if I got arrested?

We got to his actual car before running into anyone. Unfortunately, it was actually a jeep, just like the other one, with no doors or top. I got in and he put the seat belt over me, still naked and cuffed. We drove for a while through town until we finally got to some back roads. I relaxed at first, glad the risk of being seen was diminishing. Then I realized there was no one around to hear me scream. We pulled up to a ranch house and he took me inside.

So, at the end of part one, I had been used for free blow jobs in the alley outside a gay club and taken home by my new master in an open jeep with hands cuffed behind my back and no clothes or other possessions on me. We arrived at his home and went inside.

He adopted a more relaxed air once we got inside.

He asked what my favorite drink was.

"Long Island Iced Tea," I said without hesitation. A strong drink, but it was my favorite.

Three drinks later I had revealed most of my life story to my captor and was feeling more elated than I ever had before. I was ready to do whatever he wanted.

"I have some friends coming over soon. From here on, I'm the master and you're the slave," he instructed me.

"Yes, sir!" I replied eagerly.

"As your master, I have the right to share you with whomever I please. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, Master." I said.

"So this is entirely consensual, right?"

"100%, Master," I responded.

"Good. Now look over there on the mantle."

I looked where directed and there was a camcorder with the red light on indicating that it was recording. I understood.

"Let's get you ready for my guests. Stand up," he commanded. I obeyed. He cuffed me behind the back again and led me out onto his deck. We went down the steps and under the deck where there was a hook screwed into one of the beams. I was quickly suspended from that hook by my ankles with a spreader bar.

My master then went back inside. He returned a moment later with the camcorder and set it on a step at a good vantage point. He went back inside through the sliding patio doors at the lower level and turned an outside light on. The neighbors were far away, so I wasn't worried. I was kind of thrilled at the prospect of being recorded.

I didn't have to wait long for action. The first guest arrived 10 minutes later and was ready to go. It took a little getting used to giving a blow job upside down, but it was invigorating. I asked before we started if he minded cumming on my chest rather than my face. He said it was no problem and did so. I'm not crazy about cum on the face, but love to have my torso covered in it.

I asked all the subsequent guests to do the same and also requested that they remove their shirts first as I would be more enthusiastic if they did. They all complied, and they were all hot.

After three more "customers", the master came and asked how I was doing. I said I was enjoying it immensely, which was the truth. He asked if I wanted another drink. I eagerly accepted. He returned in a moment and lowered me so I was laying on the ground and set the drink beside me with a long straw.

"You have five minutes to down it." he informed me. I wasted no time and was finished before he came back.

"Good boy," he said. "Let's try something new."

He attached a plastic covered chain around my chest and suspended me upright this time from the same hook. He then tied my ankles and secured that rope to my cuffs so my legs were pulled up behind me.

"Can you breathe alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine, sir."

"Don't worry," he said. "I won't leave you like this for long."

A half dozen blow jobs, another drink, and an hour later, my master came to relieve me. He got me down and untied my ankles and switched the cuffs to in front of me.

"Don't wipe the cum off. Let it dry," he commanded. He then led me up the stairs where most of the guests were hanging out on the deck. I was greeted with cat calls and applause. I became even more rigid than I already was from all the attention and being the only one naked and cuffed amongst about 20 fully clothed men.

Everyone wanted to give me a drink. I asked if anyone had a Long Island Iced Tea. One did and gave it to me.

"You're my new favorite, next to my master, of course," I joked. Everyone laughed.

I was allowed to mingle for an hour or so. Then the guests started to head out. One tried to buy me from my master, but he wouldn't do it because he wanted me the rest of the weekend. The rest of the weekend! I was immediately hard again.

Then the master said he'd give the interested party a copy of the tape. That way he'd have something to hold over me to get me to service him another time.

"I think I've just begun a new career," I thought to myself. I began to laugh almost hysterically at how fucked I was.

When the last guest had left, the master took me down to his basement where he had a whole little dungeon set up.

I soon found myself on a rack being stretched beyond capacity.

After that, I was suspended upright, spreadeagled and getting wired up for some electro cock and ball torture.

The last position I was in, was bent over a saw horse with hands cuffed behind the back and gagged. Unfortunately, I passed out at this point. The last thing that went through my head was "How pissed is Master going to be that I passed out before the big climax?" I guess I'll find out.