As a child, I loved to gently swing back and forth flying through the air in a converted tire swing. Some of my favorite childhood memories were summer afternoons spent gazing up into the sky at the passing parade of puffy cloud animals. I remember the warmth of the sunshine against my skin and the pungent smell of that old faded rubber tire swing.
As I lay there half conscious I could smell that old tire swing again. I slowly opened my eyes, half expecting to discover I would be looking up at an old familiar patch of blue sky. Instead of puffy clouds I saw the water stained ceiling of a small dimly lit room.
The walls of the room were plastered from floor to ceiling with posters and photos of half naked young athletic men wearing speedo bathing suits. From every direction speedo clad young men's faces smiled down at me. Judging by the age and the variations in style, this was a serious collection that would have taken many years to assemble. I knew Jim had a speedo fetish but this struck me as an almost nostalgic collection.
As I fully regained consciousness, I discovered the source of the smell of rubber. I was laying in a heavy rubber sling, constructed from an old truck tire and hung from the ceiling by four industrial strength steel chains.
I glanced down at my body, I was no longer naked. Much like everyone else in the room I wore a very small speedo. Wanting to reassure myself this was not a dream, I reached to touch the suit only to find my wrists restrained by leather manacles to the sling. My legs were unrestrained but were hung by the ankles in leather straps, keeping my legs separated wide apart and my ass totally vulnerable except for the flimsy material of the speedo.
After I had passed out, Jim had seized complete control of me. Picking me up, placing me in the sling, positioning me as if I were a sex toy ready to be used. I wondered if Jim had become aroused, if his long thick cock had stiffened as he dressed me in his favorite fetish wear, the speedo. I laid in the sling thinking about Jim's cock, wondering what it would feel like to have him inside me.
Anyone else discovering themselves tied up to a sling would have been frightened, even terrified. Finding myself bound up and completely without control left me electrified with excitement and anticipation. I was overcome with a strange sense of familiarity, that this was were I belonged. I felt as if the burden of having to keep my secret sexual desires buried deep inside me had suddenly been released. I could feel my dick stiffen, straining the tight fabric of the speedo.
As I continued to look around the room, the vulnerability of my ass became a real concern to me. On a narrow bookcase, lined up as neatly as toys in a child's playroom where row upon row of dildos and butt-plugs, in every size, shape and color. They stood erect like an army of toy soldiers waiting eagerly to be plucked off the shelve, coated with lube and firmly pressed into action.
I strained my neck to view the lower shelves of the book case, there laying on their sides were the really long dildos. Some only a few inches in diameter but other resembled battering rams. "Don't concern yourself with those, just yet." I heard Jim say. I looked over to discover Jim standing at the end of the sling with a water glass in one of his hands. His other hand was slowly stroking up and down the length of his erect cock.
Each time I saw his manhood it came as a shock to see how massive it was. Jim stepped between my legs and leaned down to feed me a few sips of water. He allowed his rock hard cock to slid across the flesh of my thigh, it physically pained me not to be able to reach out and caress it with my hand.
Jim caught me staring at his cock and said, "You want my cock, but you're doubting whether your ass can handle this much cock. Trust me after I'm finished with your ass, you'll be ready. You'll be begging me to ride your ass." The thought of having this massive piece of meat inside me, sent a chill running up my spine.
