I first saw him online: he was hot. 6'2; tan body, well-built (a trainer for boxing), weight 220, very muscular. And a 10 inch straight hard cock) which I later on confirmed). He was slightly younger, but in great shape. Plus, he was Brazilian, with a beautiful skin tone and dark hair.
We first spoke and chatted through text messages, and when I mentioned I enjoyed bondage, he replied that he enjoyed 'tying up his partners'. I replied, "you didn't say this in your profile."
"No, I like to keep it to myself. But I really enjoy fucking when they're tied up."
"I hope you don't mind; I also enjoy being gagged."
"Perfect. I'm hot now."
"So you want to meet?"
"Yes. Now."
We confirmed meeting when our schedules would allow - in about a week.
He lived alone in a regular apartment complex. Turns out we both preferred early morning connections, so within a week, we met at his place. It was 1 am - and I was very, very horny. It was an early fall, so the temperature was comfortable and there was no need to wear much clothing. The complex was very quiet - mainly because it was an early Monday morning and everyone was inside (presumably) sleeping.
I recalled he said he really liked guys in jock straps. As I stood in front of his door, I then decided: putting down the bag I took with various items - ropes, gags and other leather items - I then dropped my pants and placed them into the bag, wrapped my belt around my waist (I'd asked him to tie my hands to my belt.)
As I stood in front of the door, I pictured him again. My heart raced: my jock strap was fast getting hard and tight: my cock was nearly out of my jock. In a minute, my cock tip was at the very point of the stretch band on my jock strap. Just having it rub my cock any time I moved, made me even more truly excited. I couldn't wait any more. Looking both ways down the hallways, I quietly knocked.
No response.
I knocked a little louder. I then heard - almost as a whisper - "I'm coming". When we spoke earlier, he was concerned about 'privacy': he didn't want people to know about his visitations. I couldn't help it: I was willing to risk standing wearing my jock strap in a quiet hallway during the very early morning hours.
I heard him coming to the door,...! I found myself opening my legs wider while I moved closely to the door.
I was really and truly hot; I wanted a good, solid fucking.
Earlier, when I read his profile, he didn't mentioned what he was specially into and what he really wanted, except that he was a 'dominant top, aggressive and verbal.' I asked him did he want it loud. "No, not too loud." I then pointed out that I also enjoyed being gagged as well as bound. "Perfect," he said. "This will help keeps things quiet."
I agreed.
I then noticed how he said in his profile:
"Top only, got 10" rock hard to pound you good! I'll make you feel every inch until you beg to stop. "
I pointed out that "with me gagged and bound, it'd be hard for me to ask you to stop."
He replied, "we can come up with a signal or something,..."
I waited a moment.
"No, you miss what I'm saying."
"What's that?"
"I don't want you to stop; I want you to go until you cum. I'm your prisoner; I won't be in any position to stop you because I don't want you to stop."
Momentary pause.
"Ok. I understand. Make sure you're nice and tied up and gagged - and let me fuck you as long as I want to, right?"
"Yes."
"So, uh, you kind of like it I got you really good?"
"Give it to me as though it's the real thing."
"Real thing? You mean, rape?"
"Yes, but not with any physical hurting,..."
"Oh, no. Just like you are with me like I have you and fuck you like it's for real - right?"
"Yes."
"Mmmm. Nice."
"Imagine if somebody were watching us, it'd be like you took me prisoner and you're,.."
"Raping you. Yes, I got it. I like it. Nice."
"Cool."
A moment of silence. I noticed his breathing got a little stronger. Then he replied in a low voice:
"Now I really want you. Bring your ball gag and your rope and anything else you want me to use on you. I'll give it to you."
"No problem.
Yes! Oh yes!! Give it to me good!
(How I was going to surprise myself with that later on,...!)
The door then opened: he stood before me totally nude. His body was in perfect shape. He was excited as I could see his sweat glistening on his well muscled body— while down below was his large, 10 inch cock - straight and strong - was up, with his nice sized balls tight and perfectly shaped as he looked down at me, with my legs standing apart, my leaning back and extended my pelvis out a little as if giving him my cock,... And then before I could say 'hello' he reached down, grabbed my balls, and ran his hands around my jock strap covered cock. In a quiet, low voice he said to me, "come in."
We moved to the kitchen counter (the front door was by his small kitchen). I placed the bag down and, as he momentarily stood looking at each other me, gave him the money: "as agreed on." He let go of my genitals, nodded slowly, as he looked me up and down. I then pulled out some rope (I always preferred being rope bound: gives me the change to try to escape as most really don't know how to bind too well) along with a ball gag. Holding it up, I said, "as you requested."
"Perfect," he replied; "gotta keep it quiet as it's gonna get noisy here. What else you got in the bag?"
"Well,I -" and then suddenly he took the rope from the counter, moved behind me and started to bind my hands to the belt.
"Huh! You move really fast -!"
"Uh, huh," he said, focusing binding me. In moments, he pulled down my jock strap, leaving me nude from the waist down. He then slowly pushed me down to the counter, forcing me to bend over.
"Uh!" I felt him then finalizing my binding me with a firm pull on the rope.
"Just a minute - done," he said.
I pulled myself up and then proceeded to test his bindings.
He was very good. He bound me well. My hands were crossed behind my back, with the rope wrapped around both of my hands firmly onto the belt in a cross pattern. My hands were tied in and well to the belt. No chance of pulling my bindings over my head, nor even of getting them loose.
He then turned me around as we then faced each other, as he rechecked my belt, making sure it was firm around my waist. Once done he then stood up and moved very close to me, inches from my face as he then firmly grasped onto my balls. I gave an involuntary start and suddenly felt his right hand wrapped around my cock, and slowly started to move up and down my shaft. I was already dripping some pre-cum as he simply looked at me. We said nothing for several minutes; my mouth slowly opened, my head relaxed as he kept his position between legs. I felt my eyes half close and my mouth open as i started to breath heavy. I tilted my head to match the angle of his head.
I looked down and watched as he slowly and steadily stroked my cock. I was very hard - and so was he. My cock is about 8 inches, but it wasn't early as big as his.
He continued stroking me, fondling my balls, as I got more and more excited. He then whispered and instructed me: "don't cum. Not yet."
I could only shake my head and as quietly begged, "please! Don't stop! So,... good!"
"You're in no position to ask. But I'll stop because I have something for you." Then he stopped stroking me.
"Like your 10 inches?"
He merely smiled, grabbed my belt on the buckle and pulled me toward him: "let's go over here." He half dragged and directed me into a living room, where he then instructed me, "sit on this chair." It was a regular, wooden armless office chair. As I sat down, he then said, "sit with your legs open as wide as you can. I want to look at you some more."
So I sat - with my legs opened wide, as he sat in the chair directly across from me.
So we sat and looked at each other; our eyes moving from looking at into each other eyes, to looking down at or rock hard cocks. Meanwhile, I kept trying - quietly - to see if I can get my bindings off.
He then asked me, "open for legs wider and let me see your ass. I complied.
"So, it's been some time for me - how about you?" I asked him.