So... I’d had a lot of time to think during the week, and I also spent plenty of time talking with Ryan. My beautiful, sexy, amazing Ryan. He made me feel better than any girlfriend I’d ever had. He helped build my self-confidence, encouraged me to work harder, inspired me to follow what I was passionate about and not just what people expected of me. On top of that, he was the hottest man alive, an incredible bondage dom, and an even better human being. The more I spoke to him, and the more I thought things through... I was ready to take a big chance, probably a huge risk, but one that I felt I had to do if I was ever gonna be completely at peace with myself. I’d confronted some of my fears, now it was time to face the rest.
And so, Friday evening came around, and I was more than ready to tell Ryan my plans.... but first... we were gonna have some fun.
“Hey you” My sexy master smiled, inviting me into his house yet again.
As soon as he closed the door I wrapped my arms around him, giving his nice firm butt a good squeeze. “Hey you too.”
Not in the door five seconds and already I started kissing Ryan. He’d had a shave which meant his lips didn’t feel as whisker-y when I kissed them (mind you, I reckon he looks better with a slight beard.) We pashed and slipped each other the tongue for a solid minute or so. Don’t know if you can tell, but I was pretty fucking happy to see him.
“So how was your da- heyy! Hahaha!” He laughed in surprise as I took his hand and pulled him along behind me, I’d been thinking about his gorgeous arse tying me up all bloody week, and I was done waiting. “Shit! Someone’s keen!”
“Nooo! Really? How’d you know?”
“Aw you know, just a stab in the dark!”
I laughed along with him, pulling him out of the entrance hallway, past the kitchen and lounge room, up the stairs. By the time we got to his bedroom we were both running to the door laughing our heads off. I put my hand on the doorknob first, struggling to open it.
“Beat ya!” I chuckled.
“I’ll beat you off in a minute!” He shouted, smiling widely.
“Ooh, is that a promise?” I winked.
“Fuck you!” He winked back.
“Ok, that better fucking well be a promise!”
We both smiled, giggled and grabbed each other tightly, kissing like wild things as I finally opened the door. Poor Ryan just about stumbled onto the carpet as I’d had him pinned against the door momentarily, but he just laughed it off.
We crashed onto the bed while holding each other, me onto my back and him on top of me. I was just wearing my Eureka flag blue board shorts and a white singlet, while he was already in a pair of tight white briefs and a loose-fitting black Metallica t-shirt. Still laughing, we kissed each other tenderly and sweetly, moaning with the delight of being able to touch each other again. Ryan held me so tightly I thought my blood might stop flowing, and I loved it, being in his arms... it was the greatest feeling.
“Mmm... looks like... mmm someone... wants to be tied up!” He moaned between kisses.
“Yeah... yeah I do... mmm... ahh... please tie me up tight master!” I groaned in reply, my cock tingling with excitement. He broke the kiss and grabbed me by the back of the neck. His face went all stern and serious again, “dom-mode” had been activated.
“All right then, boi, let’s go!” He commanded, standing up off the end of the bed and pulling me along with him.
“Yes master!” I panted loudly, so horny and so keen to be punished and restrained.
Once I was on my feet we both got naked, with him forcing me to stay still and take it as he stripped me, not gonna lie, I liked that... he then clamped his hand on my lips and engulfed me in his insanely strong right arm. I put my hand on his wrist and struggled a bit, not putting up much of a fight, but enough to make it more exciting. As he held me against him I could feel through his briefs that he also had a raging erection...
“Mmmmph! Mmmph! Lemmmee gmmmph! Hemmmmph!” I cried through his smooth, strong hand.
“No point in screaming boi, your pretty little arse belongs to me tonight!” He taunted me, fuck, his deep, commanding voice was even hotter when he was playing dom.
Dragging me to his walk-in wardrobe, he kept his hand over my mouth while he used his free hand to try and unzip one of his bondage bags... but it wasn’t opening..
“Shit.” He broke character for a moment, wheezing with laughter as he fiddled with the zip. “Hang on I’m gonna...”
“Mmm-hmmph! Hahahaha!” I nodded, then laughed along with him as he had to take his occupied hand away to undo the bag. We both laughed again for a bit before we calmed down and got back into our little fantasy-come-to-life.
“Mmmmph!” I grunted through his hand as he took out a big black panel gag, though I noticed this one was different from the last one I wore; it had a rubber penis on the inside of the panel instead of a gag ball.
My eyes went wide, holy fuck I wasn’t expecting that! Ryan looked at me, silently asking if it was ok, I looked at it for a moment, and, after considering what I had planned for the night, decided yeah, why the hell not? So around my head the leather straps went, over my lips the panel was pressed... and into my mouth went the pecker gag.
Holy shit this felt weird, I’d never felt anything like it in my mouth before. It tasted like a ball gag, but the shape was so different, for one thing the pecker didn’t open my jaw and separate my teeth quite so much, but rather it was like trying to wrap my mouth around a big thick tube or a banana. I was a little unsure how I felt at first, but it grew on me pretty quickly.
“Good?” Ryan asked, making sure I was okay.
“Mmm-hmmm...” I nodded, smiling as much as I could with a rubber cock in my mouth and a leather panel pressing against my lips and puffing up my cheeks.
‘Dom-mode’ was re-engaged.
“On you knees boi. On your knees!” He pushed my down by my shoulders, grabbing me by my mouth again as he kept rummaging around in his bag. Being in his control had my cock standing to attention and throbbing like a drum!
My handsome master pulled out a bunch of ropes and threw them across to the bedroom, no doubt wanting to use them later, along with, oh shit, a cock ring, a black blindfold and a... sleeping bag? Huh... ok then...
Ryan then got out a big shiny roll of gorilla duct tape, strongest stuff on the market from what I heard. He took a pair of scissors from a nearby shelf and moved them closer, before walking in front of me so I had to look up at him, my blue eyes wide above the black gag over my face.
“Cross your arms, hands on your elbows boi.” Master ordered me, and I obeyed. He then wrapped the super-strong tape all the way around my upper body, pinning my crossed arms to my torso and making something of a makeshift straight jacket, it was very restrictive and different from always having my hands behind my back. I liked it a lot.
“Uh cmmm mmmph mmmstmmmph!” I mumbled into my gag, struggling to form words around the thick, juicy cock inside my mouth.
“Try and talk all you want boi, you’re only turning me on!” Ryan grinned meanly.
“Mmmmmph...” I moaned, pretending to look sad and helpless, like a hostage accepting his predicament.
Oh no, a big strong sexy burglar has me at his mercy, I thought, what do I do?!
Finishing with my taping up, Ryan then stood me up again, and pulled out a leather collar with a leash chain attached to it. Oh my fucking god yes!
“Mmmmph!” I gasped excitedly, I’d told Ryan over the phone earlier that week I’d seen a film where a man had been pulled around by a rope around his neck, and the idea of being led around by a captor actually really turned me on. Now here this was!
“Bought this for you yesterday, boi.”Ryan winked at me, and I leaned over and nudged him on the lips, which he kissed me with. He was so good to me.
He fastened the collar around my neck, it was thick and tall leather, slightly restricting my necks movement. But the hottest part was Ryan taking the leash, walking a few steps ahead of me, and pulling on it for me to follow...
I came with him across the landing of the second floor, down the steps one by one, and then all around the bottom floor of his house as Ryan went from room to room. He would do some menial task like fold a few clothes in his laundry, sort the magazines on the lounge room coffee table, or put some dry dishes away in the kitchen. The whole time I was extremely turned on as he held onto my leash, giving me an occasional smack on my arse and taunting me all the way.
“Look at you, such a big, muscular boi and you can’t even break out of some tape? Pathetic!”
“Mmmmmph mmmph mmph mmmph!”
“What’s that boi? Didn’t get a word!”
“Mmmm...”
I felt like such a helpless little slave boy, All my years doing things to make me feel strong, tough and manly, and here I was, my master’s slutty bondage boy toy. Completely at his mercy with no control of where I could go, what I could say, or how I could move. Ryan licked his lips as my cock twitched, not able to get any bigger or stiffer if I tried!
Eventually he sat me down on the couch, tying my ankles to one of the legs.
“Don’t go anywhere boi!” He winked and blew me a kiss. Disappearing upstairs, he brought down all the stuff he’d got out from his bags of fun.
I still didn’t know what the hell the bloody sleeping bag was for, was I gonna sleep on the couch down here or something? Anyway, he began tying my legs with some of the rope, one coil around my shins, then above and below my knees, then two on my thighs, which was when Ryan pulled my balls out from between my thighs so I wasn’t squashing the poor buggers.
He took out my panel gag, a great big stream of drool pouring from my mouth with it. “Oh, shit, should’ve expected that.” He laughed, grabbing some paper towel to wipe it up from the couch, my crotch, chest and mouth. He then gave me another adorable kiss.
“How’s my boi doing?” He asked softly, caressing my cheek and neck.
“I’m loving this so much master” I smiled. Feeling the most comfortable I’d ever been in his presence since we’d met.
“Good, so am I...” he giggled, before he ripped a piece of gorilla tape off its roll again. He went to stick it on my lips, but suddenly I thought that while I was ungagged, I might as well tell him what I wanted to do before we kept going.
“Oi wait wait wait wait!” I stopped him. He quickly paused, afraid he’d done something wrong.
“Oh, uh, are you ok?”
“Yeah, yeah Ry I’m great actually, but I forgot I wanted to talk to you about something before we take this further.” I said. “Could you untie me? Just for a minute?”
“Yeah... ok sure.” Ryan didn’t know what I was up to, but he did as I asked, first untying my ankles, then using the scissors to cut through my upper body mummy wrappings. He then yanked it all off, now, we’ve established I’m a fairly tough bloke... but that fucking hurt.
“Fuuuuck a DUCK!” I yelled out as Ryan yanked it off all off in one go as quickly as he could.
“Okay, that’s disgusting AND illegal.” Ry joked.
“Oh shut up!” I laughed, nudging him in the ribs before we embraced again. Kissing tenderly and cuddling up together on the couch completely naked, jesus if my old man could see me now....
“Soooo...” Ryan asked, a little confused but mostly intrigued. “What do you wanna talk to me about? And why did you have to be untied.”
“Well, I wanted to be untied so I could hold you for this...” I blushed, and he aww’d kissing my cheek.
“Cutie!” He smiled.
“Haha, and um... what I wanna talk about is...” I took a deep breath, I knew this was a big step, a huge step. But like I said, I’d never be at peace with myself until I took it.
“I want to... come out... with you.”
Ryan’s face went through about twenty emotions in a few seconds, shocked, confused, amazed, happy... you name it.
“W-with me?” He gasped.
“Yes, with you. Ryan...” I took his hand, kinda thankful he was trembling as much as I was. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re funny, you’re smart, you work hard, you make me wanna be a better person, I don’t really feel like myself around anyone but you...” I could feel happy tears slowly building inside me, though they were nowhere near the surface yet. “I know we haven’t known each other very long, but...”
“But we’ve got a serious connection going here...” he interrupted, his face a mixture of nervousness, but also unbridled joy.
“Yeah, exactly.” I smiled more than I ever had before, those tears were slowly coming.
“So you...” Ryan was already choking up, I was so happy!
“You want to... be a couple? Boyfriends? Officially?”
“Yeah, Ry, I do.”
Tears started streaming from his face, same with mine, as he nodded his head like crazy, and we both cry-laughed and wrapped each other up in the warmest, purest, most loving hug in either of our lives, we kissed each other passionately, blinking away and wiping our tears.
“I’m so proud of you sweetie!” My beautiful boyfriend said, caressing my head as he held me close, naked on his couch.
I was proud too, prouder than I’d ever been. Now, was I scared? Absolutely. But I felt like in the end, when I looked back on this moment years later, I would know I’d made the right choice.
TO BE CONTINUED