Im a 35 year old married man in a sexless relationship. Ever since I can remember, the early days of stroking my cock as a young hormonal boy I've had fantasies about cocks. I know I'm straight because nothing gets me off more than a beautiful woman. But every now and again my mind wonders to thoughts of a beautiful strong hard cock, pre cum dripping. More and more I find myself watching porn, focusing only on her technique, her eagerness, her pure lust when handling a cock. Daring to let the thought enter my mind 'oh to be her'.
Here I was, only a few hours away from having my urges come true. 'In a few hours you could have a cock to play with for the very first time...' I fell asleep with my cock harder than ever before.
I arrived at his door exactly at 7am, as instructed I began turning the door knob, it was unlocked. I enter to what seems like an empty house. 'Do not engage...' I stood there quietly trying to listen, no noise, nothing...was this the right house?
The only thing I could see on the floor in front of me, were a pair of noise cancelling headphones, a blindfold and a ball gag with a note saying 'remove every item of clothing and put these on'.
Staring back at the door, I look to see my way out but turn back, hesitantly I remove every item of clothing down to nothing. First attempting to place the ball red gag in my mouth, nice and tight. It's my first time so the feeling was strange. 'Is it supposed to be this tight?!'
Saliva instantly began to fill my mouth. Next came the blindfold, making sure I couldn't see anything. If I was going to do this, I didn't want any distraction. After rummaging around and feeling for the headphones, the noise of the world around me disappeared and the only sound I could hear is my breathing in and out as I stood there waiting. The silence was deafening.
After what seems like an eternity I feel a pair of hands gently grab me by the wrist and lead me through the house. Taking cautious small steps we come to a standstill. I know someone is there but being totally anonymous the thought of taking my blindfold off and running out the door before It's too late consumes me! I tense up.
Just when I can't take it no more I feel hands on me. A pair of hands tug at my ankles urging me to stand apart. I'm still tense and unsure as my now shaky legs begin to part. Whoever this was he could clearly tell I was having second thoughts as he began light stroking my legs. Through the sound cancelling I could make out some soft mumbling. This strangely had a comforting effect of me. These hands then began to run up my legs onto my ever growing cock. Not in a playful way, in an almost surgical manner. A little fiddling around in the silence being tugged and pulled in a way unusual to me, his hands disappear. Replaced with a strange tightness that surrounds the base of my cock and balls, a cock ring has been placed on me expertly! As the blood flows into my cock trapped keeping me hard. Ive never worn one of these before but the feeling although strange becomes natural.
Standing there feeling truly exposed, legs apart, cock now standing to attention, I'm once again guided by these hands to walk a few steps away. We stop as I feel the cool wooden floor, I begin to feel a pair of hands pressing down on my shoulders ushering me to lower myself. I awkwardly begin to move down find myself sitting on a chair. Not a conventional chair, it's almost as if the base has been removed but enough area for me to be able to sit. My hands are pulled a little behind me as I feel a rope being wrapped around each wrist. My breathing intensifying. 'There's truly nowhere to go. You are at the pure mercy of this stranger, what have I done?!' The ropes feel tight but comfortable yet testing the movability I'm shocked to find this is no amateur, he knows what he's doing. I'm tied without anywhere to move. next my ankles begin the ritual of being bound to this baseless chair.
The ball gag being in for soo long makes it hard to swallow as I feel the faint drips of my saliva dripping onto my body. I've been sat here for some time in anticipation of whats next. The silence almost deafening.
