Part 4: Scott 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.
It has been years since my last update and I have had quite a few adventures with both male and female tormentors since my last story. However, time to write them out has been lacking. But hopefully I can catch up a little now. Here's one I had a few months ago...
Note this is part of a series but I can't figure out how to add it to the series in Literotica now, but feel free to search for "Adventures Being Tied and Edged by Guys"
Tiedguy
I met Scott on a fetish app. He is very active in the local bondage scene and runs Shibari classes as well as loving to just tie guys up. I had played with him a few times already and always had fun and been very well restrained.
Scott is a very high integrity player and we had very clear discussions about limits, so everything that happened in this scene was within established boundaries. I will say that I had no idea what was going to happen when I showed up, and my limits were certainly tested!
We had agreed to have an afternoon session in his new playroom, so I showed up precisely at 1pm and rang the doorbell. Scott was just as I remembered him, shorter then me with a friendly face and a stocky build.
I said "Hi" to his husband, who was working in the living room of their town house. As Scott led me up the new playroom upstairs, I heard "Have fun you two!". The playroom looked like something out of a Japanese bondage shoot. There was a tatami mat on the floor and an a-frame made of bamboo poles, soft lighting, and hanging on hooks on the wall were what seemed like miles of hemp rope.
After a bit of chat, Scott asked if I was ready. We had agreed that once the scene started, I was nothing but an object for his amusement. I was his "play toy". So when I said I was ready, his demeanor changed and he said "Play Toy, strip down to your underwear and stand here, now!". I quickly stripped down and moved to t the middle of the a-frame. First a hood was pulled over my head. Next, my hands were tied to each end of a bamboo pole that was run behind my back at waist level, and my feet were spread a bit and tied to another pole to keep them that way. I felt a rope pull the two poles together so there was no way I could lift my hands
Scott then built a chest harness out of rope, right under my armpits. That was pulled up to the overhead pole of the a-frame. This took a lot of the load but also made it so I was officially stuck and not going anywhere. I love that moment. That realization where you have crossed the line and are truly stuck. Scott is a very experienced roper, and I knew there was no hope of escape. This made my cock so hard.
With me now fully restrained, he took some time to explore my body with his hands. He started with my nipples, first rubbing, then pinching and twisting, snickering at my groaning.
"Say you are nothing but a play toy" I was told.
"I am nothing but a play toy!" I replied.
"just an object for me to amuse myself, right?"
"Yes Sir, I am just an object for you to play with."
He slapped my cheek affectionately. "Good Play Toy".
Next, his hands worked their way down and he started massaging my cock through my underwear. We had agreed that I would show up with at least a 3 day load, but it had actually been more like 4, so I was already desperate, and my balls were starting to ache. He made sure they were aching by grabbing them in his fist and squeezing, harder and harder until I started groaning more and trying to twist away. This made him laugh out loud.
Suddenly he pulled my underwear down and started stroking me, slowly. It felt so good, and I started trying to get more. Soon he knelt and took it in his mouth and started sucking it for real. I started to feel it build and started trying to thrust, but he kept in control and slowly sucked me. He took me right to the edge and then stopped.
"I'll be back later, Play Toy".
Then, he pulled my underwear back up, gave my balls a friendly squeeze and I heard him leave the room and walk down the stairs.
I was left to contemplate my fate for probably 15 minutes. Feeling very exposed and vulnerable, tightly bound in Scott's playroom, all alone, not knowing what was coming next.
He was probably down just chatting with his husband or doing email or whatever he wanted while I was tightly restrained and frustrated in his playroom. It really did make me feel like an object, which only made me more hot.
Even though it was probably only 15 minutes, it felt like hours as I hung there on his frame. When tied up and left, I cycle from being extremely aroused at my helplessness, frustrated, to bored, and then back again. Today was no different, but being just left hanging like a piece of meat had me very aroused.
Eventually I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and could tell he was back in the room. I could hear him opening cabinets and some crinkling as he shuffled around. He did take the opportunity to stroke my hard cock through my underwear, squeeze my balls, pinch my nipples before continuing whatever he was doing.
Suddenly my hood was pulled off, to see him standing before me holding a very strict looking leather muzzle. He immediately applied it, cinching the straps around my head very tightly so all that could really come out was grunts.
"Play Toy, look what I got out for you!" he said pointing to the floor in front of me. I let out a huge groan of dismay when I looked down and saw two brand new packs of clothespins on the floor. I tried to tell him how much I hate pegs, but the muzzle made it difficult and I know he didn't care anyway.
"My play toy will be wearing all of these before I'm done" He was grinning with sadistic glee as my eyes widened. I tried to protest again through muzzle, but it was just incoherent grunts
He took his time, letting the anticipation build up. Letting his hands explore, groping, squeezing and pinching. He slowly pulled my underwear down. He spent several minutes just slowly stroking and squeezing my cock and balls. He was clearly enjoying playing with them, and he started alternating slow stroking with head polishing, taking me close to the edge several times. He just chuckled at my obvious frustration as he removed his hand and left me trying to thrust in the air. My 4 days of virtual chastity had left me desperately horny. When I showed up, my balls were already aching. Even though I knew I probably had hours to go before I would be allowed release, I couldn't help my body's reaction and kept trying to get more contact.
The first peg was a shock, as he took a big bite of my ballsack, directly in the middle. I yelped and shook. Scott just laughed and flicked it with his finger "Tell me you are nothing but a Play Toy!" He kept laughing as I tried to say it through the tight muzzle gag.
He took his time, continuing to stroke and edge before he clipped a second peg on, right at the base of my ball sack.
Achingly slowly, he added peg after peg. Two full packs of 20. He would add one, then flick and play and tease. He would polish my head, pinch my nipples, flick the pegs or just stand and watch me shake as I would get used to the new pain each one would cause. I tried to beg through my gag, I really didn't want any more pegs, but he just laughed. There was no escaping this for me. I also knew that the worst was yet to come, because as much as they hurt going on, I knew they would hurt way more coming off.
Finally, he had me fully decorated. Lines of pegs making my balls look like a sunburst ( saw the pictures later), and lines up the sides and center of my cock. He just stood back and watched me thrashing and trying to get them off for a while. He dug in my pants and found my phone and used it to take several pictures of my predicament,
Of course he taunted me, telling me how much he liked to make his Play Toy suffer, and he didn't care if I didn't like it, Play Toys are there for his amusement.
After he'd had his fun watching me, he walked around behind me and pressed up against me. One hand grabbed a nipple and twisted viciously and before I could even react, he yanked a peg off with the other. I howled!
He laughed, the genuinely evil laugh of a sadist. After a few beats, he switched hands and repeated with the other nipple and another peg. I howled even louder! He just laughed at me more.
Moving around to the front, he sat cross legged in front of me and idly flicked the pegs, sometimes taking my cockhead in his mouth to polish it with his tongue. Just as I would relax a little, he would pull another peg. Then he pulled 3 or 4 really fast, and I screamed in pain.
He was snickering again and I looked down and there were still a lot of pegs left to go!
