A Frightful Attempt - Chapter 1

Author: MasterWill
Title: A Frightful Attempt - Chapter One
Date: 12 January 2010

A Frightful Attempt

Chapter One


Standing there like he’s all that. Indeed! But, Christ, he does look the part. Clad in tight shiny leather from head to toe. The shine on the boots speaks of time in a military venture at some point in his life. Not sure what part of the military he once belonged to, but, part of me hoped it was the navy. It would be a common ground to share if it was true and I could find the balls to make the first move and strike up a conversation. The chiselled features of his handsome face, the confident stance, the aura emanating from his presence in the room just screams out to me.

The lines and creases of the face are happy lines. The kinds of lines you know reveal a jovial humorous outlook. Not a sad wrinkle to be seen. The crop of the hair and the sculpted goatee says he likes to be well groomed. The body is well taken care of and I knew that under the clothing I would see an athletic structure and be impressed.

Gawd, how do I approach him without seeming like a jerk? What would be the proper thing to say?

I can’t, for the life of me, think straight. How odd! I know several of my close friends would laugh at my current predicament. My hands are sweating, I am feeling flushed. Damn, I have to get a grip if I want to meet him.

I don’t even know him, yet, he is doing things to me I haven’t ever felt before. What the hell is happening to me?

Shit! He’s looking right at me! Fuck, he’s gorgeous. I wonder if he knows or senses the effect he’s having on me. How could he?

The voice in my head is saying, “Okay Tony, settle down. Make eye contact. Be yourself and all will be fine”, but, my knees are actually getting weak and my mind is racing a mile a minute.

Alright, I have to stop this nonsense and get real.

The eye contact between us seems as though I am looking right into his being. I can’t tell from here the colour of his eyes, but, I am guessing blue, green or hazel. Jesus, I’d give my right arm to know what he is thinking at this very moment.

Why do I feel like I’m in high school again? That’s it! I’m feeling giddy for Christ’s sake.

Wait a second! Is that a nod? Yes, yes, it is. He’s nodding at me. Now what?

Fuck it, I have to go over there. C’mon feet, don’t let me down.

Back to, what do I say?

I can see he is checking me out as I walk toward him and I wonder what he is thinking! Does he like what he sees?

Man, is he a great specimen or what? I hope I don’t fuck this up cause, man o man; I want it to work out. If I’m lucky enough, he will like the kinks that I like. Later on that score, I don’t want to turn him off in any way, shape, or form.

“Hi, my name is Tony”, I said as I got closer and reached out my right hand for what I hope will be a firm handshake accompanied with direct eye to eye contact (not that I took my eyes off him for a second). One can tell a lot about a man from his handshake.

“Hi, Tony, I’m Steve. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

As soon as our hands met and our eyes glued to one another I got an instant woody.

His handshake was everything I thought it would be, masculine, firm and genuine. Not a whoosy handshake you’d get from a femme or girly man.

All of a sudden, and much to my pleasant surprise, Steve pulled me closer and proceeded to give me a deep passionate kiss. He put his left hand at the nape of my neck, used his right hand to pull me even closer to him. I thought my cock was going to explode right then and there.

I took the opportunity to react in kind and kissed him back. We both moaned in satisfaction at the same time. One thing I do like is deep passionate kissing, using my tongue to explore the depths of the others mouth. Our tongues interchanged muscle reactions and our moans became louder and deeper. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I did not want this feeling to stop. Ever!

After what felt like an internal millennia, the kiss ended. As I took a small step back, I sensed a feeling of tunnel vision. It didn’t matter what was going on around me. I could not take my eyes away from his. The feeling was ice electric. A bomb could have gone off and it wouldn’t have mattered. The thoughts in my head where flying around like bats in a belfry. I couldn’t focus on one particular frame of the mixed feelings I was sensing. I couldn’t help but think he was feeling exactly what I felt and a smile of intense gratification reached across my mouth.

I wanted more. I grabbed Steve’s right hand tightly and used my left hand at the nape of his neck and pulled him to me very roughly. Our lips met harshly and I felt out front teeth clash hard from the impact. Forget about the bruise which appeared later as a result of the incident. We exchanged tongues once more. I let go of his hand and reached between his legs. Just as I thought, he was rock hard like me. This kiss lasted much longer. His hand reached out and found my stick hard dick. We kissed and groped each other. Our moans could be heard across the room.

I could sense all eyes on us and what we were doing. Funny thing is, I didn’t give a damn. I was enrapt with this gorgeous, gorgeous man and him with me. Does it get any better? I think not!

We only have one chance to make a first impression and believe me, this was one hell of a first impression.

When we both stepped back, our eyes penetrated each other. I felt as though he was looking through and beyond me. Smiles appeared simultaneously on our faces.

For a very brief moment I felt awkward. The moment came and left quickly.

“Well, Steve, that was one helluva couple of kisses.” I said.

“That’s funny because I was thinking the same thing! I can tell by the bulge in your pants, you liked it.”

I laughed a little and asked, “What made you take the first step?”

“Meeting for the first time can sometimes be very awkward, he said, and from the first second when our eyes met I knew I wanted to kiss you. I hope I wasn’t too forward?”

“Too forward, I don’t think so. Matter of fact just before I started walking toward you, I felt giddy like a high school kid and I was having an internal struggle on what to say to you when we met. I didn’t want to come off as a jerk. The kiss was the perfect touch and I was so pleased and relieved when you took me.”

Steve asked me if I cared to have a drink with him and talk for awhile. Of course I agreed. We found a secluded part of the club and sat down. Steve excused himself to get a couple of drinks.

Sitting there gave me a chance to look around a bit and take things in a little clearer. I hadn’t been here in some time. The club was nicely set up for kinky play of various descriptions. A couple of St. Andrew’s crosses, a few spanking benches, a couple of leather slings, one huge bondage wheel and bondage chairs and tables of different sizes and set up for different sized people. A few different stalls were lined up along one of the back walls. All in all the equipment said, you can do what you want here without fear of persecution from anyone.

The club capacity was set at 150 people but there weren’t nearly that many of us kinksters here tonight. My guess was around forty or fifty guys dressed in many ways. The predominant feature, of course, was black, tight, shiny leather.

I didn’t notice at first when we sat down but now I saw that there were quite a few eyes looking my way. I didn’t mind, as I rarely came to this club and after all I’m not displeasing to the eye. Some have even referred to me as “one hot (edited)”.
My thoughts became clearer and I lost the foolish giddy senses I experienced earlier. I came back down to earth, as it were. I still felt a real turn on from the passionate kisses with Steve and I could hardly wait for him to come and sit down so we could talk a bit. I wanted to feel him out and I am sure he wanted to feel me out.

“So, what do we talk about?” Steve said, as he gave me my drink and sat down.

‘Well, I’m not really one for small talk, but, let’s see. I’m 49 years old, was married, I am divorced now and I have 2 kids. They are young men, actually. One’s still in university and Daddy pays for that. My older son has mental disabilities and copes rather well, considering the challenges he has. I still have a friendly relationship with my ex and we are on good terms. She’s a kinkster as well. She used to be a dominant force but decided that she is better suited for the submissive side of the lifestyle. We grew apart and the separation was amicable’

I stopped, instantly for no good reason. I looked across the table at Steve and he had this silly “shit eating grin” on his face.

“Tell me more.” he said.

I continued.

“I’m in relatively good shape. I work out regularly. I love the kinky lifestyle and have a particular love for tight inescapable rope bondage, ball gags, blindfolds and leather hoods. I will try anything once with the exception of blood, animals, those under 30, diapers, age play, and anything unsafe. Now tell me a bit about yourself.” I said.

“Not just yet,” he replied. “Tell me a bit more.”

“Okay. I’m ex-navy….

“Are you shittin me?” he exclaimed, cutting me off in mid sentence. “When were you in? What was your trade and what ship were you on?” he asked.

“I joined in ’74 until ’77. I fulfilled my 3 year contract. I was a radioman on HMCS Saskatchewan out of Esquimalt, British Columbia. Why?”

“I too am ex-navy. I was stationed on the east coast out of Halifax and I sailed on HMCS Provider. It was around the same time as well. Holy, shit. I was a weapons-over tech. Wow!”

If ever there was an excellent, get to know you, “ice breaker” the conversation we were having had to be just that, excellent. We traded a few stories of military adventures and exotic places we had sailed to and I felt so relaxed and pleased. The stick between my legs was also pleased and I had a continuous hard on. I was oozing pre-cum and I could feel the liquid sensation in my leather thong. Man, this is great, I thought.

“So, Steve, other than your obvious love of leather, what else do you enjoy in the kinky realm?”

“Much like you, Tony, I will try anything once as long as it’s safe and sane.” He said with pure confidence. “My first reaction, however, was to grab your ass. Take you to my place. Tie you up in inescapable bondage. Gag you. Blindfold you. Put a hood on you and watch you squirm a little. What do you think about that?”

Oh my God! I couldn’t believe my ears. One might ask if Steve had my attention by saying what he did. That would be the utmost understatement. I was entirely captured by those words and I couldn’t realistically describe the feeling. The closest term I would use would be, I had found nirvana and even that would not come close. My body shivered and the hair on the nape of my neck stood at attention.

“Shit, are you serious?” I asked, hoping for a positive reply.

“Yes. I am serious. I am extremely excited at the prospect and I hope you feel the same way.”

“Steve. I wanted this as soon as I saw you over there. As I mentioned, I felt giddy as a school child and I did not, and do not want to screw this up. Let’s do it bud.”

He came over to my side of the table, grabbed my shoulders, stood me up and planted another one of those kisses on my receiving lips. We kissed and groped, kissed and felt and kissed some more. Steve stepped back and put his hand out and I took it. We started to walk out of the club. My heart was pounding and I felt great.

We walked to the parking lot and turned to one another.

“My car is over there.” He said.

“Mine is as well and I will follow you anywhere you want to go.” I replied.

“I can’t wait to get you in my ropes, Tony.”

“I can’t think of anything else right now. Lead the way.”

We got into the cars and I tailed him and did not let the car out of my sight. The anticipation was overwhelming. My dick was agreeing with me.

The drive wasn’t too long and I was pleasantly surprised.

As it turned out, Steve owned a very nice Tudor style house in a rather nice neighbourhood. His property was fantastically landscaped and looked like a picture in a house and garden magazine. He led me to the front door and asked me in. I went in first and he followed me. He turned and locked the door. He opened the foyer closet door, reached in and when his hands came out one was holding a leather blindfold and the other hand had a few lengths of rope. A mysterious look appeared on his face.

“Turn around you little fucker.” He said sternly.

I obeyed without hesitation and I thought it was cool that he liked verbal and role-play.

He applied the blindfold on my eyes very tightly. Told me to stay put and I could hear some rustling going on in the foyer closet.

“Open your mouth you fucking bitch.” He yelled.

Again, I obeyed.

He stuffed a ball gag in my mouth and cinched it extremely tight at the nape of the neck. It was fucking tight and I was wallowing in my present condition. The head of my cock was reaching out the top of my leather thong and spewing more pre-cum.

The next move actually caused some concern. He put his hands around my throat and started to squeeze. My hands instantly went to his to try and undo the choke hold. He stopped choking me and took me and roughly led me to a sofa where he threw me down on it. My torso was face down on the sofa and before I knew it he was on my lower back and straddling me. Steve grabbed both my hands and forced them to the small of my lower back. He quickly wrapped rope around my wrists and made several loops and before I knew it he was cinching the rope between my wrists and I knew then I was fucked.

My legs were free and I tried to stand up. Steve forced me back on the sofa, grabbed me by the hair of my head and started screaming at me.

“Don’t you ever try to get away from me again, you fuck stick. I’ll hurt you bad if you try anything like that again. You understand me, bitch?” With that done, he slapped my face several times to drive the point home.

I was speechless in more than one way. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me and I couldn’t utter one word in protest. I was in a state of shock. Part of me was enjoying this game but another part of me was on guard even though I couldn’t have done anything to prevent what was about to happen.

Steve forced me off the sofa and I was crouched down so my ass was sitting on the back of my ankles. My body weight was being carried by the balls of my feet. Warning me not to move, he proceeded to wrap rope several times around my upper thigh and lower shin of my left leg. It was tight but he made it even tighter by cinching the existing tie job with a smaller piece of rope applied much the same way as my wrists had been tied. The same thing was done to my right leg. He then moved me onto the floor on my stomach. More rope was then attached to join both my legs together at the knees as well as my upper thighs and lower shins. I wasn’t going anywhere and I was beginning to become paranoid and a little scared. Part of me so wanted to enjoy this but another part of me was in dread. When I thought that it couldn’t get worse, Steve took more rope, wrapped several times around my ankles and pulled tight and tied off. I was then forced onto my side where he arched my body in a backward motion. Another piece of rope was then used to join my ankles to my wrists and pulled extremely tight so that my ankles and wrists became one.

“There, you bitch. You’re now mine.” He said as he got up and looked down on his handy work.

I pulled and struggled at my restraints to no avail. The only part of my body I could manage to move a little was my elbows. I finally found my voice and screamed in the ball gag to be let out. Steve began to laugh.

“Amuse me boy. Show me you like this”. He said cruelly.

I was in panic mode and started screaming in protest to be set free. I moved as best I could in a feeble effort to get out of this predicament.

“Wait a fuckin minute”. He said. “I’m not finished with you yet, you piece of shit. So you want to get tied up huh?”

Yet another piece of rope was used, wrapped around my elbows, pulled so my elbows were almost joined at the funny bones. He then grabbed me by the hair of the head, yanked my head back toward my legs, used the tail of the rope and wrapped in around my throat and then tied off back at the elbows. The (edited) was tying me in a choke hold and if I fought with the rope on my elbows, the choke increased. I was in a very bad situation and at his beck and call. He could have done anything he wanted and I couldn’t do jack shit about it.

Steve got up from tying me and I could hear a laugh. “Enjoy your bondage boy and try not to kill yourself before I get back. Okay?”

I heard the front door open and then close.

I almost shit myself at that point. I tried to move but only made my choke worsen so I backed off. I tried to scream through the gag. The noise was as loud as I could muster and I hoped someone would hear me. Who the fuck was I kidding? No one would hear my futile attempt at making a scene.

I heard the front door open, and then close.

“So, you won’t shut up eh? I’ll fix that”.

I heard and felt footsteps fading away from me. Soon after I heard and felt the footsteps were coming back. The next sound I heard was duct tape being pulled on the roll. Holy fuck, can it get any worse I thought? Steve then began wrapping duct tape around my ball gagged mouth many, many times. The tape wraps went as high as my nose and as low as the tip of my chin and it was like the rope, very tight. The taping stopped and I couldn’t make much noise from the tightness of the tape. What I felt next but the true fear of God into me. The (edited) was applying a leather hood on my head. At this point I started convulsing as best I could to avoid the application of the hood and I was trying to make noise to be heard (by whom I had no idea).

“Shut the fuck up and stop moving you fucking sissy. You told me you liked tight, inescapable bondage, ball gags, blindfolds and hoods and this is exactly what I’ve done for you, you ungrateful bitch”. He said as he finished tying the hood on me. “This will keep your noise down to a minimum now won’t it”?

The front door opened again and shut once more. I heard the key turn on the deadbolt and I was left alone.

I became terrified. I did not see this coming at all. My mind was racing in sheer dread. I had to be extremely careful not to choke myself by pulling my elbows down to a better comfort level. There I was, tied up tightly, with no chance to get myself out of the bondage. My head was trussed and covered to the extent that any noise was veritably inaudible. I had to be careful not to choke myself and I was scared shit less. I tried to move even a little but it only made the choke worse.

I had to force myself to try to be calm. I made my mind think of pleasant thoughts and tried to put my predicament out of scope. Well that didn’t fucking work. I was fucked and in a very, very messed up situation with no hope of relief. If I let my body relax it made the choke worse by pulling on my elbows.

I knew I could only handle this for a little longer and that would be that. I would only last a few hours at best. I did not want to go out of the world in this way. In a few hours my body would have to relax and I would ultimately choke to death. I actually started to laugh at the tight spot I was in. Was I going nuts or what? I made the decision, as hard as it was, to let nature take its course and essentially enjoy my bondage. Fact of the matter is, you don’t get to find someone who is adept with rope tying to often and in this case the application of the bondage was indeed topnotch. So, fuck it I thought. I’m going to enjoy this.

Man was I tied up or what? I tried to move any part of my body and it didn’t matter what part I tried to move it all came back to tightening the rope around my throat and I knew damned well I had to stop trying to escape to avoid strangling myself. The moves I did make tightened the rope further. If I moved my hands the rope got tighter around my wrists. I tried to move my lower body only to tighten the rope around my ankles. I could hardly hear anything. Making a noise was useless. Steve made sure of that with the combination of the ball gag, duct tape and a leather hood. The hood was tied very tight not allowing me much room to breathe, never mind making sounds.

It didn’t take long “enjoying this” before my situation began playing on my mind again and causing me further distress. I kept telling myself he will be back very soon and we would laugh about this great mind-fuck. Boy, what a mind-fuck this is!

Who was I kidding? I was dreaming to think that I could possibly enjoy this. As much as I wanted to let go, I couldn’t. The fact of the matter was I wanted so much for Steve and I to hit it off, but not like this. I hoped we would get to this kind of bondage after getting to know each other a bit more, you know, start off slowly and progress to this moment. What an idiot I was to let him tie me immediately. I should have read something somewhere, a hint of some sort to warn me that he meant business and nasty business at that. But I sensed nothing out of the ordinary. Once more I let my little head do the thinking for me. I should know better than to trust it, the mindless twit. I won’t count on the german helmeted fucker again.