I work at a small weekly newspaper. I've been there 20 years, and I've been openly gay from Day One. So are many of my coworkers. One young man named Craig has been there for about six years, and he and I have become close friends. He's in his early thirties, lithe and very muscular, with short-cropped, receding brown hair and a very neat beard. Until recently he was in a serious relationship, so there was no romantic interest between us. But I couldn't help imagining what it would be like to tie him up, and I told him so about a year ago.
He was very surprised to learn of my interest in bondage. I'm 43, tall and conservative, with thick curly gray hair and a dark goatee. Everyone thinks of me as a favorite uncle. When I told Craig what I wanted to do to him, he was startled, but very intrigued. And he said that if he ever were single, he'd take me up on that.
Right after Thanksgiving, Craig and his lover broke up. I listened to his complaints, I held him when he cried, I did all the "best friend" things you're supposed to do. And I reminded him, jokingly, that he'd offered himself to me if he were ever single. A couple weeks after that, he asked me if I really wanted to get together with him.
So right before Christmas we had our big date. I planned everything meticulously, in part because I love him and I wanted to show him a good time, and in part because I love planning things meticulously. I told him to wear a tuxedo and be prepared for a long and exciting evening, and that I'd pick him up at seven on the designated evening.
He looked great in his tux, his diamond earring and white gloves adding to his handsomeness. I met him at his door, hugged him, and showed him into the limousine I'd rented for the evening. He was surprised, but I said, "Nothing but the best for you." We went to a very fancy, very expensive restaurant, ordered dinner and wine (I told him to go light on both), and even got up to dance when music was played. I'm sure we're the first male couple to dance together in that place--and we had a great time.
When we got in the limo after dinner, he kissed me and said he couldn't wait to see what else I had planned. I told him he didn't have to. I told the driver to just drive around for half an hour, then put the divider up in the limo, turned Craig around, took some rope out of a bag I'd hidden there, and tied his hands and feet. I took a handkerchief, folded it up, and put it in his mouth, then used another handkerchief to tie it in place. He did not resist, though he didn't know how to help me; I had to move him into place.
He seemed a bit uncomfortable, so I told him that he could be untied any time he wanted. "This is what I enjoy. But if you don't enjoy it, we don't have to do it." He nodded. I continued, "I have five different positions for you, each a little tougher than the one before. I'll put you in each position for half an hour. If you get uncomfortable, let me know. If you don't like being tied up, let me know. I'll give you a fifteen-minute break in between. This is how I introduce guys to bondage." ("Bondage 101," he called it later.)
I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to me. It was a nice warm night and we enjoyed the scenery and the Christmas decorations up all over town. He gradually relaxed, and it felt good to be with him. After 30 minutes, I untied and ungagged him, and we cuddled some more before the limo driver (as previously instructed) dropped us at my house.
Craig was excited, and he wanted to have sex right then and there, but I shook my head. "I'm in charge tonight," I said, "unless you don't want to play my game."
He smiled. "Sure, whatever."
I told him to remove his tie and his shoes and his gloves, and I did the same. I tied him again, much tighter this time, first his arms and elbows, then his knees and ankles. I gagged him again, this time placing two folded handkerchiefs in his mouth and tying them in place with a third. Finally, I laid him on his stomach on the couch, and pulled him into a severe hogtie, connecting the rope around his ankles to the rope around his elbows--much tighter than a conventional hogtie, but I knew how strong Craig was. He could handle it.
Then I showed him the kitchen timer I'd brought out, set it for 30 minutes, and set it on the coffee table where he could see it. He struggled with the ropes, moaned into the gag, and tried like hell to get loose. I laughed, then moved close to him and said, "You're not going to get loose, Craig. I've been doing this half my life, and I'm very good. You know I'm not going to hurt you. Relax and enjoy it." He groaned some four-letter words (I'm sure), but stopped struggling and relaxed a little.
I love watching bound men. Half the time I'll tie a man up and just sit there and stare at him for a while. Of course, it drives him crazy, but it just intensifies the experience for me. I love anticipating what I'm going to do to him, and just being proud of what I've already done--I've captured this man for myself, to do whatever I want with, and no one on earth can stop me. It's an awesome responsibility and a sexy feeling all in one.
Anyway, when the timer went off, I quickly untied and ungagged Craig again. He stood up a bit uncertainly, made as if to slug me, but put his arms around me again. "That felt great. I was so fuckin' hard I thought I was going to shoot a load in my pants. That's why I was so pissed off."
"You can shoot if you want. I don't care. But I'm saving mine for later," I said. We had some ice water and kissed and embraced on the couch. After fifteen minutes, I told him, "Time for Round Three."
He smiled. I told him to remove his cummerbund, vest, and socks, and to unbutton his shirt. Again, I did the same.
This led to one of my favorite bondage poses. I have a good strong straight chair in my living room. I sat him down in it, gagged him (with three handkerchiefs in his mouth this time), then pulled his hands behind the chair and tied them tight. He was loose and let me take charge of his body now. I pulled his ankles back and tied them to the back legs of the chair, with a length of rope connecting them. Then I tied his knees to the front legs of the chair. Then I tied a rope around his waist to hold him against the back of the chair, looped it up around the back of his neck, and tied it off again at his waist. The next step was to take a long rope and wrap his upper arms and torso against the chair. (I love the look of rope tied across a man's hairy chest, and Craig is extremely hairy, and very muscular to boot.) Finally, I took a length of rope, tied it to the rope at the back of his neck, pulled it taut, wrapped it around his wrists, pulling them up painfully toward his neck. He groaned. I added one last rope, again connected to his wrists, this one pulling them down and tied off to the bottom rung of the chair.
I myself was tied in just this way the first time I was ever tied up (as I told Craig now), back when I was a college freshman and I fell in with a professor who loved me and loved to tie me up. He was devilish and handsome and much older than I, and he taught me all the games and tricks I use now on other men. I gave Craig a kiss on the forehead and told him to grunt twice if he really felt pain. (He never did.)
I sat and watched him adjusting his big muscular arms to the way I'd tied him. God, he was beautiful. I'd never tied anyone so handsome or so well built. And we already liked each other. And he was hard as a rock--so was I. It would be hard not to have sex quickly, but I had more games planned.
When the half hour ended and I untied him, he threw himself into my arms and started embracing me even before I had the gag out of his mouth! Finally I got it loose and took it out. He kissed me and kissed me. "You're evil...and I love that," he said.
"Nobody ever tied you up before?"
"Nah. I don't know why. I never thought of it." We explored each other's bodies, took off our shirts, and necked for a few moments. "What's next, boss?" he asked.
I told him to take his pants off. He was wearing boxers, and so was I. I'm in good shape, but not like Craig, and nowhere near as hairy, but he seemed to like what he saw. He tugged on my nipple ring till I pushed his hand away, then smiled. "I wouldn't have expected that."
"We all have surprises," I responded. I gagged him with four handkerchiefs this time, a big ball of cloth that he eagerly took into his mouth. The silk handkerchief I tied over his mouth became a bandage that covered him from nose to chin, completely obscuring half his face. I tied his hands in front of him and led him out to my back porch. He resisted a little when I opened the door, but I told him it was safe. My backyard is very well obscured--he's not the first man who's been bound and gagged out there. And it was, by now, after eleven at night.
I led him to one of the posts that holds up the porch and backed him against it. I've installed a hook that I can reach comfortably, though Craig, who is six inches shorter than I, would have to strain a little. Tough, I thought. I took the rope around his wrists, added an extra loop, and pulled his wrists above his head until the loop went around the hook. I then tied his ankles together and added an extra rope around his waist to secure him to the post. He could reach the porch with his toes, but he couldn't really rest his weight on them. I think he expected more rope--I'm usually quite generous with rope--but that was all I planned. He groaned a little, but I kissed him on the nose and sat in the porch swing to watch him. He struggled a bit, straining at the position he was in, and I enjoyed watching his big muscles and hairy chest moisten and flex with the stress. After about ten minutes, I put a box under his feet so that he could stand instead of being suspended. He sighed with satisfaction-- though he would tell me later that that was his favorite time of all, when he'd been hanging by his wrists.
His cock was huge, and made a big tent in his boxers. Mine was too, and I wanted to much to jerk off at the sexy sight before me. But I put my hands at my sides and sat there watching him. When the timer went off he actually resisted my attempts to untie him, but I persisted. I removed the gag and took him in my arms, kissed him, then told him to go to the bathroom. "And come back naked," I added.
When he returned, I took off my boxers also. We smiled at each other. "Don't wait fifteen minutes," he said. "Do me now." And he put his hands behind him. So I took him up on it. I tied his hands and gagged him with FIVE handkerchiefs--proud that he could take such a big gag; most men I know can't go past three--and then led him upstairs into my bedroom. Of course I have a huge wooden four-poster bed, though I hate spread-eagle bondage. I have another system.
I tied a rope under each of Craig's arms, leaving a couple feet of rope dangling from each of his shoulders. He seemed confused by this. I then tied him from head to toe, binding his elbows, upper arms, knees, thighs, and ankles quite securely. My roping had gotten tighter and more severe as the evening went on, and Craig moaned now as I tightened each knot. But he loved it. I picked him up in my arms and laid him on the bed, then took the ropes that extended from his shoulders and tied them to the bedposts. Then I took another long rope and tied his feet to the footboard. He was completely unable to move now, not even to wriggle, and having his hands bound behind him was rather uncomfortable.
I wanted him so badly I could taste it. I left him for a moment, to get lube and condoms, and he barked into that big gag. "I'll be right back, Craig," I called. I didn't want him to know what I was doing. When I returned, I slipped a condom on his cock, which was standing at attention, then straddled him and took his big cock up my ass. He was totally surprised--later he said "I went the whole evening expecting you to fuck me every time you had my hands tied." We were both horny as hell and he came very quickly. Next I untied his ankles from the footboard, put a pillow under his ass, and fucked him as hard as I could. He loved it.
He spent the rest of the night tied to my bed and asking me to do things to him...and I did every damn one of them, plus a few ideas of my own. And we've had lots of fun since then. But nothing will ever top our first big date.