Meeting The Soldier (M/MM+) - Part 3 updated.
Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2024 8:01 pm
Hey Guys, I started a new Story. Sorry if there are mistakes in translations I tried to do my best
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Part 1
I've been chatting with a guy on a fetish dating platform for a while now.
actually, by now he knows everything that turns me on...
His name is Matthias, called Matze, he's a soldier and he has a massive turn on for workgear, socks and boots. We've talked a lot about my preference for well worn socks. He has admitted to me several times how much his feet sweat in his army boots and that sometimes he doesn’t change them for a month. And that's exactly what got my thoughts going every time.
He lives about 1000km away at the other end of the country, so I thought that my fantasies would probably always remain fantasies. I'm usually a bit shy and reserved anyway, so I don't usually turn fantasies into reality and prefer to enjoy my mental cinema.
We met online once, he's a great guy and we also harmonize a lot in other ways. He once sent me a pair of rancid socks. I don't know how many times I've come while sniffing these socks. Unfortunately, the "aroma" has also faded somewhat.
I recently had to go to the south of the country for a week on business. As we write almost every day, he also knew about my trip. I hadn't booked a hotel but a nice AirBnB. It was a big apartment in a quiet location, a bit out of the city so that I could relax a bit after the exhausting conferences. When I got there, I sent Matze photos of the surroundings and, of course, of the socks, I had with me without any idea of what was about to happen.
It was summer and the evenings were very warm. There was no air conditioning in the apartment, so I spent most of the time walking around in boxer shorts and of course in sneaker an sox. One evening, the doorbell rang. I opend the door and I was shocked: there he was Matze, the soldier in his military uniform. I couldn't believe my eyes and didn't know what to say. I was rooted to the spot and stammered something like "um, you, here, um" My head was obviously faster than my words, because my cock was throbbing right in my pants.
"Well kiddo, what a surprise, right? Too bad you rented my buddy's house - we're going to have a lot of fun tonight" Then he pushed me back into the hallway and closed the door behind him. I was petrified. Is this really happening right now?
"Go on, go to the cellar". Into the cellar, I thought? There's nothing there - I had explored the house after check in and obviously didn’t check the cellar. Downstairs, we stood in front of a locked door. Matze took out a key and smiled at me. "Come on, little one. It's time we finally get down to business".
Without me being able to say a word, he pushed me into this dark room and switched on the light. I couldn't believe my eyes I was facing a lot of bondage equipment. Before I could say anything, Matze had a gag in his hand and he stuffed it into my mouth. He squeezed it so hard that I couldn't talk any more. Then he grabbed a roll of pallet foil that was lying around. "Come on, get over there and shut up!" I was shaking and still couldn't believe what was happening so I just let thing happen and didn’t know what to do or say. My cock was throbbing in my boxer shorts, which didn't stop him. He quickly wrapped me up from top to the bottom. The area around my hard cock was not spared. "Don't move, or its gonna hurt!" he whispered in my ear.
Then I saw him getting out a few rolls of tape. Not cheap tape, but really thick Bundeswehr tape from the Army. It took him a while to wrap me up. "hmmmm - what do we do with your head, wrap it up too or would you prefer a gas mask?" With the thick gag in my mouth, I couldn't say more than "mmmphhh". "Well, let's put the gas mask on first so we can get started". Start?
Oh dear, what is about to happen?
Pictures following are mine - for more content visit my other social media accounts
Part 1
I've been chatting with a guy on a fetish dating platform for a while now.
actually, by now he knows everything that turns me on...
His name is Matthias, called Matze, he's a soldier and he has a massive turn on for workgear, socks and boots. We've talked a lot about my preference for well worn socks. He has admitted to me several times how much his feet sweat in his army boots and that sometimes he doesn’t change them for a month. And that's exactly what got my thoughts going every time.
He lives about 1000km away at the other end of the country, so I thought that my fantasies would probably always remain fantasies. I'm usually a bit shy and reserved anyway, so I don't usually turn fantasies into reality and prefer to enjoy my mental cinema.
We met online once, he's a great guy and we also harmonize a lot in other ways. He once sent me a pair of rancid socks. I don't know how many times I've come while sniffing these socks. Unfortunately, the "aroma" has also faded somewhat.
I recently had to go to the south of the country for a week on business. As we write almost every day, he also knew about my trip. I hadn't booked a hotel but a nice AirBnB. It was a big apartment in a quiet location, a bit out of the city so that I could relax a bit after the exhausting conferences. When I got there, I sent Matze photos of the surroundings and, of course, of the socks, I had with me without any idea of what was about to happen.
It was summer and the evenings were very warm. There was no air conditioning in the apartment, so I spent most of the time walking around in boxer shorts and of course in sneaker an sox. One evening, the doorbell rang. I opend the door and I was shocked: there he was Matze, the soldier in his military uniform. I couldn't believe my eyes and didn't know what to say. I was rooted to the spot and stammered something like "um, you, here, um" My head was obviously faster than my words, because my cock was throbbing right in my pants.
"Well kiddo, what a surprise, right? Too bad you rented my buddy's house - we're going to have a lot of fun tonight" Then he pushed me back into the hallway and closed the door behind him. I was petrified. Is this really happening right now?
"Go on, go to the cellar". Into the cellar, I thought? There's nothing there - I had explored the house after check in and obviously didn’t check the cellar. Downstairs, we stood in front of a locked door. Matze took out a key and smiled at me. "Come on, little one. It's time we finally get down to business".
Without me being able to say a word, he pushed me into this dark room and switched on the light. I couldn't believe my eyes I was facing a lot of bondage equipment. Before I could say anything, Matze had a gag in his hand and he stuffed it into my mouth. He squeezed it so hard that I couldn't talk any more. Then he grabbed a roll of pallet foil that was lying around. "Come on, get over there and shut up!" I was shaking and still couldn't believe what was happening so I just let thing happen and didn’t know what to do or say. My cock was throbbing in my boxer shorts, which didn't stop him. He quickly wrapped me up from top to the bottom. The area around my hard cock was not spared. "Don't move, or its gonna hurt!" he whispered in my ear.
Then I saw him getting out a few rolls of tape. Not cheap tape, but really thick Bundeswehr tape from the Army. It took him a while to wrap me up. "hmmmm - what do we do with your head, wrap it up too or would you prefer a gas mask?" With the thick gag in my mouth, I couldn't say more than "mmmphhh". "Well, let's put the gas mask on first so we can get started". Start?
Oh dear, what is about to happen?