Brand New to Bondage By Shmoove Shmoove@hotmail.com Copyright 2003 All rights Reserved
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between men or you live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.
This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
I had been counting the moments till my wife and 5 year old son headed out the door bound for a flight to Connecticut to visit relatives. My marriage and friendship with my wife was strong but our sex life was waning and pitifully inactive after nearly 20 years together. I work in downtown San Francisco at a Law firm and have a very inactive position as a Paralegal, which has provided me with a great deal of time to play online. I spend much of this free time chatting with gay and bisexual men and engaging in cyber sex, straightforward and polite chat and socializing with a world I have only little direct contact with.
Due to a draconian policy of 50 weeks on for just 2 weeks vacation I generally find myself out of vacation time by late summer and this is when my family usually heads off for points East to see relatives while I head to work to pay the mortgage. During these times I tend to establish, via the internet and email, a few discrete, erotic, real-time no-strings relationships with gay and bi men in the area in order to allow that special part of myself to explore the intense pleasure of man-to-man lust.
I have been bi-sexual for only a few years and no one but the playmates who's passions I have shared knows this about me. I broke the ice on this aspect of my sexuality four summers ago when my wife and young son traveled and once again I find myself in that blissfully excited state of mind on the eve of their exit and my sexual explorations. The tale of my first bisexual encounter would take a separate lengthy essay to recount, but it's impact and effect upon my psyche and sexual appetites has been profound.
In the days prior to my family's travels I spent hours online while at work chatting in bi-married men for men and gay chat rooms. These rooms are a veritable crapshoot in terms of trying to actually meeting a man - for real, as most of the men who frequent these room are from all over the nation. But in this case I got lucky when a private message popped up from a man named Frank.
Frank said that he lived in San Francisco and noticed from my profile that I did too. We began to chat and as our conversation transpired I determined he was 6'1, 55 years old, divorced with two grown kids, graying hair and had a long-term career as an Attorney near my downtown office. I am 6' 210, have a furry chest, back and legs and a clean-shaven face with brown curly hair and green eyes. I have been compared with Greg Brady, though I don't really relish the comparison.
As time passed our chat grew warmer and we conversed for several hours about our sexual experiences, fantasies, fears and desires. He informed me he owned a summer home near Guerneville; a quaint town on the Russian River, up in Western Sonoma County, about 90 minutes drive from San Francisco and well known for it's reputation as a summer get-away spot for a large and active gay community. Frank stated that since his divorce 5 years back he had been actively exploring the gay lifestyle and graciously invited me up for the weekend to "play," and perhaps explore the scene under his protective wing. He also stated that his interests in the lifestyle were getting more extreme, but he always played safe, and within the limits of a playmate. I questioned him about this further and he subtly indicated that he was as-of-late focused on dominance and the exploration of bondage. This piqued my interest me as much as it made me fearful, then I noticed how hard my cock got thinking about it and I replied that his interests were having an effect on my arousal.
I informed him that I was free the following weekend and would be interested in heading up to his home, seeing if we clicked and perhaps sharing some of his special kind of intimacy. He intimated that he was in search of a "Father-Son," connection with someone like me and this of course resulted in both of us getting even more aroused at the innuendo that stretched out between us.
A few days after my wife and son departed I grabbed a bathing suit and a change of clothes, a toilet kit and a few other things and headed North with a notable sense of excitement mixed with a unique sort of anxiety tingling in my brain and cock. Something about my chat with Frank indicated to me that this connection would be unusual and especially erotic. More so than my average, meet and play run-of-the-mill kinds of experience. Frank's demeanor in chat was Fatherly, authoritative and dominant and while I am self-confident and generally not subservient, something about our chat told me that I would probably find myself being somehow controlled by Frank should we hit it off.
The drive north was scenic, but uneventful. The weather was standard for a hot August in Northern California -- cerulean blue sky without a cloud in sight. Frank's directions were lucid and clearly written via email and 90 minutes later I was pulling into his long remote, wooded driveway off of highway 116 close to Guerneville. As I exited my car there stood Frank on the porch of his wooded cottage in the pines. He was wearing tight fitting khaki shorts and Birkenstocks with ankle straps. Interestingly, due to the heat he was not wearing a shirt and his mature, but muscular physique was glistening through a thin layer of sweat, which shone on his pecs an abdomen. I was smiling inside at the thought of being this man's lover bound slave and fantasy son.
Frank approached and warmly embraced me with a solid bear hug and a big warm smile. He stepped back for a moment to take me in and said, "son, you are better looking then I ever expected and I think we are going to have a marvelous time together." Frank extended his hand and led me to his summer home holding mine in his firm grip. This gesture made it clear that Frank's dominance would be certain. He led me to his living room, sat me down in a bar stool and just stood there smiling and staring at me.
After a moment he said, "Teddy, I am so glad that you came all this way to be with me. Are you as elated as I am?" I gulped and said, "Frank, you have no idea how exciting this is for me." "I think I know just how you feel Teddy," said Frank. "Do you think that just by being here, looking at me, and sensing what you see, that you are secure, safe and ok being here?"
I thought a second, smiled and said, "Frank, I can tell you are an ok guy, and I think I'd like to spend the weekend with you." Frank smiled, put his hands around my torso and pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues swirled with pleasure, as we got more intimate and he increased the tension of our embrace.
Frank whispered in my ear, "Teddy, my beautiful son, my lover... I want to own you, have you, control you, and complete you. Is this something you desire as well?" I gulped and said, "Frank, uh, I mean Father, I want this. Yes, I definitely desire this and want you to have me the way you want me." Frank smiled, turned around, opened a drawer and pulled out a thick black leather collar. "Teddy, for the rest of our time together here, you are to be my son, my slave, my collared boy. Is this clear? I gulped and then summoned the courage to say "yes," but my mouth was dry and my knees were knocking with anxiety. My cock could not resist reacting to this and my shorts tented up with arousal as Frank fastened the collar around my neck and snugly clipped the end into the buckle. He pinched my cheek and then clipped a leather leash to the d ring just under my chin. Then he yanked the leash and pulled me to him grabbing hold of my body and jamming his tongue deep in my mouth.
"Son, I desire your body and crave you ass. Are you going to give it to me?" I meekly nodded and in my arousal mumbled -- yes." "What's that? SPEAK UP! Ground rules need to be established here son." And before I could say a word he opened another drawer, removed a scary looking leather device and forced it over my head, cramming the hard round rubber ball gag into my mouth and cinching down the latex head strap. "Son, I want to enjoy your humiliation as I further control and seduce you. Do you understand me?" All I could do was moan a muffled acknowledgment as drool flowed from the corners of my mouth. I was collared, leashed and gagged and I sensed there would be more of this to follow. I had never experienced losing control to anyone before and it was having immediate effects on my psyche and cock.
Frank yanked the leash once again, pulling me into his fatherly embrace and cuddling my body. "Honey, you are beautiful and I want you to submit to my will and desire for you." He petted my cheek, caressed my torso some more and then said, "Son, turn around and put your arms behind you." I could only comply, and as I did I felt a wide leather harness being latched and buckled to my waist. Along the sides of the harness, 4-inch long leather cuffs were mounted and my wrists were being shackled to them. I was effectively restrained contributing to my complete submission to Frank. At this point I was collared, leashed, gagged, bound and controlled. Frank's dominance was total and I was for all intents and purposes, completely his to humiliate and use.
Frank turned me once again to face him. All I could do was nod a muffled groan to acknowledge my complete submission to him. He yanked the leash and pulled me into him, and commenced to rub himself all over my completely helpless body. "Oh Teddy, my beautiful son, you are my possession, my toy, my helpless, subservient cum receptacle and I am going to love you for hours. He held me like a baby, cooing a caressing me as if I were in diapers and he stroked my rigid cock over and over telling me he loved and adored me.
After a few moments he took the leash in hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom in the Redwoods. With my arms bound to my sides it was tough to keep my balance but I did not want to disappoint Frank. Once we were in his room he lifted me by my wrists onto his bed, bending me at the waist and placing a pillow under my belly. I was in a prone position with my face buried in another pillow as he fastened cuffs to my ankles and tied leashes to them and my wrists restraints. It was clear that Frank's Guerneville home was his Domination Vacation resort and that the fetters and paraphernalia he kept on hand were occasionally put to use with the boys of Guerneville. I felt completely submissive and utterly helpless in his firm, fatherly grasp and all I could do was try and calm myself and keep my cock from prematurely exploding with all my pent-up lust. I knew there would be some imminent physical pain so I tried not to think about it as the process of my domination rose to a deeper, more intense level.
At this point I was bound to the bed, face in a pillow, collar tightly locked around my neck, a ball gag strapped around my face and snuggly forced into in my mouth, drool leaking from my dry mouth, wrists fettered to a body harness and ankles tightly cuffed and leashed to the bed posts. I knew that the next few moments would be a crux point in this bizarre but arousing scene in which I had barely exchanged words with my dominant lover. I was simply there to be his sexual play toy. Then I felt his lubricated fingers working at my hole, wetting and widening me as his fingers trained my hole to receive his meaty fingers. All I could do was whimper meekly through the ball gag and I did so in overtly sissified and emotional tones. "Teddy, my love, my sweet, submissive sissy slave, I am now going to train you to receive my thickness. You have no idea just how thick daddy is, but before he shows you, Daddy wants to be sure you can handle his immenseness."
Then I felt a thick, long rubbery device being forced up my rectum and there was nothing whatsoever I could do to suggest that Frank insert it slowly and smoothly. His lusts were powerful and he slammed all 7 inches of a Gel dildo in my lubricated ass -- all the way to the hilt. I was totally at his whim as he flicked a switch and the vibrator pummeled my prostate with its ever-increasing whir. I knew that I was being trained to receive Frank's obviously massive girth, or at the very least -- he was just keeping this going as we had 48 hours of sexual excitement to fulfill and this was simply the mind-blowing intense opening salvo in what would be a hugely arousing experience. My ass was tingling with arousal as this gelled intruder whirred and wiggled my prostate gland. Frank simply sat and watch, wild-eyed and gleeful at the picture of his boy totally under his control. He stripped off his shorts and shoes and there was one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. It was monumental, perhaps 10 inches in length and almost as thick as a wrist. My drool increased and as the plug buzzed in my rear and my mind reeled with thoughts of what was to come.
After roughly 10 minutes of training my body was on fire with lust. Frank could tell and he hopped up on the bed and with motions just as unsubtle as the insertion of this training vibrator, he yanked the 7 inch device from my dilated, pink, wet, writhing hole and jammed the better part of his immensity within me, grabbing my hips and slamming his cock as deep as my body would allow. I groaned and whimpered in my submission and humility and tried to think of anything to keep myself from coming.
Frank grunted with delight as he bucked and banged my tender rear end and wrapped his arms around my bound body. He whispered in my ear, "Teddy, I love you. You are sweet and submissive and totally mine." I felt him tug at the leash clipped to my collar and he rode me like a cowboy at a Rodeo atop a bucking bronco. I was completely at his mercy. Moments later I felt him rear back, my anal ring squeezed his massive cock and he must have blown a quart of creamy cum in my bowels. My simultaneous release was immense as well and no effort was made to clean the mess that I had become. It was apparent that I was to be his cum receptacle for real.
Frank remained within my rear for a good 10 minutes till his massive tool grew flaccid. He finally pulled out, leaving me still bound, gagged, collared, fettered, restrained and bent over a pillow. I was left to wallow in cum for 20 minutes as I listened to Frank singing in the shower. When he re-appeared he was wearing a gay black patent leather body harness with lots of straps connected by a steel ring mounted between his pecs. He wore a collar similar to mine and his image instantly got my soaking wet cock erect again. All I could do was meekly moan through the ball gag.
Frank finally turned me over and using a warm wet washcloth scrubbed my privates up making them clean for a return visit. He made no effort to cleanse my rear and his substantial cum load oozed from my aching hole. Frank lifted me up in his strong arms and placed me on my feet. He took the leash in his hands and led me out of the room and down the stairs to his living room. "Son, our first loving encounter was more than I ever expected, and you were so terrific. I want us to love each other and I want to increase your sexual experience. I am now going to bring you to my cellar-dungeon. Do not be afraid of what you see down there, I will cause you no permanent harm."
There was nothing I could say or do to change the course of where this was going. I could only mumble a muffled grunt and meekly comply as I was guided downward into the cellar, and led to a surgeon's table complete with stirrups and tie downs. On the a wide variety of sadomasochistic fetish implements including whips, floggers, riding crops, paddles, hoods, masks, cuffs and assorted leather gear were mounted. I simply bit down hard on the ball gag that had become my tongue's nemesis and whimpered as Frank lifted me up, laid me on my back and locked my cuffed ankles into the scary looking stirrups at the foot of the table. Sweat was flowing all over my body and my mouth was dry -- but creamy cum was leaking all over the table from my rear as Frank pressed home a thick, flanged and lubricated butt plug into my slippery hole. It found it's home with an audible pfffffffttttt and my humiliation was nearly total as I lay prone, enslaved, plugged, cuffed, collared, leashed and gagged before my master.
"Son, you are obviously aroused. I can tell by your monumental erection that once again rises. Your submission is delicious to me and only want what's best for you." Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him opening a drawer, pulling out a big green tin of something and donning two latex gloves. In the can was some sort of insidious orange greasy substance and he began to smear up his globes with globs of this unctuous lubricant. Frank reached over the table with both hands and liberally coated my hard 7-inch cock with this greasy slime, stroking and caressing me till I was hard as a rock. My complete inability to react had me more aroused then I'd ever recalled every being. IN a swift motion Frank tore the greasy gloves off, tossed them in a nearby wastebasket and hopped upon the table, straddling my prone torso. Then in a swift and experienced motion he lowered his pre-lubricated hole over my greasy shaft and forced my thickness up and into his leather clad body. I bit down hard on the ball gag, struggled in my fetters and could only lay there helplessly as Frank gyrated and pumped my pole deeply in his rear. "Oh son, you are my heaven, my lover, my possession, my helpless, humiliated fuck toy." His breathing increased and he grunted and groaned as I sat there nearing the edge of my own arousal -- utterly submissive, helpless, and hard. Frank reared back and then lunged forward as a huge stream of cum splattered across my face and chest, his heart beat intently as he moaned a sigh of exhaustion and relief.
My cock was somehow still erect and deeply embedded within him but he could go no further and gently raised himself and hopped off the table.
Eternal moments of reflection transpired as cum dripped from my nose and chin down my neck. Frank's hour old ejaculate was still in my rear end and I knew not what would follow. I was still bound to the table, legs spread and in stirrups when Frank returned with new gloves and began to smear more of the smelly orange grease up the elbow of his right arm. I knew then what I was in for next as he began to insert a digit in my rectum. Soon, two, then three fingers probed and stretched my hole. "Relax, Teddy. Daddy will not hurt you. He just wants you to know the pleasure of doing just what he demands of you. I sensed now that all 5 gloved and lubricated fingers were calmly working at my rosebud, stretching and massaging the tissue and opening my tightly wound sphincter like it had never been before. I bit down on the ball gag, moaned with helpless demeanor and watched as Frank's hand disappeared into my ass. His arm nudged in deeper and within moments he had at least 6 inches of arm pressed into my writhing rear end. His balled fist was stretching and probing my organs and my cock was stiff with intense arousal.
Frank raised his left elbow to his lips and he gripped the edge of his left glove in his teeth pulling back the latex with screeching snap. Grabbing the glove he expertly through it in the trash, all the while his right arm was deeply embedded in my butt. Then I saw as he raised a cruel looking clamp up to the light, then leaned forward and placed the tit clamp on my right nipple. I grunted in anguish and my back arched in pain. Electric signals sent shockwaves of pain to my brain and penis. I was nearing the edge of my capacity to handle the situation. The second clip sent me over the top of my control and reared back and shot so much cum it literally sprayed an arc all over Frank's right shoulder.
With audible thwock Frank removed his slightly poop stained, gloved right hand from my rear smiling. He gently and methodically unstrapped the ball gag head restraint, wrist cuffs, harness and ankle restraints but left the collar strapped round my neck. He tenderly kissed my face and mouth as I regained some equilibrium and he wiped me down with a damp washcloth...
We still had all night and all of tomorrow to explore this relationship and develop a deeper sexual connection but I needed to collect myself and find a way to have more orgasms before darkness dawned on Frank's Little Cabin home in the pines of Sonoma County.