Asian Enslavement 1

Author: jnateb
Title: Asian Enslavement
Date: 25 April 2017

Part 1

Call me old fashioned, but I still like actually going out to a bar to meet guys. I know - Grindr, Scruff, Recon, and ten dozen other apps are faster and easier, but there is something about going out and seeing a hot guy, getting his attention, seducing him, and taking him home to spend some time in my sling. Oh, did I mention I’m into bdsm? I said I’m old fashioned, not a prude!

In any case, I am a regular at the local leather bar, and tend to be pretty popular with some of the guys. Not to be conceited, but I’m handsome, moderately muscular (though I’ve put on a layer of fat on top them in recent years), relatively trim waist, tall at 6’2”, and nicely endowed at about 7 inches and thick. I hit the gym 3-4 times a week, but between working a desk job and hitting 34 years old, keeping fat off has gotten more difficult. I’m moderately hairy. I suppose you’d say I’m between an otter and a bear, but trying to stay on the firmer side. In any case, the look worked for me. Most of the young, twinky guys I preferred loved a big, muscular, handsome top, so I did not struggle to get guys into my sling most nights. I suppose for a lot of them it was a kind of ‘daddy’ thing, but I wasn’t complaining. Of course, being in a large city with a lot of gay boys did help.

Some of the boys were natural subs, and some needed a bit more encouragement. But, once they were secured with chain in the sling and a gag in their mouths, I could usually push their limits a bit and get away with it. Most left with sore cocks, balls, nipples, and assholes the next morning, and usually with a smile on their face. They tended to come back, which let me push them further each time, telling them that if they wanted to be fucked, they would need to do what I said first. I had a few regular guys who came over each couple of weeks, cleaned the place naked, accepted firm discipline, spent time locked away and stored in a cage or ‘cell’ (converted basement closet), tolerated nipple and ball torture, and got to suck my cock and have their tight assholes fucked.

Over the years I’d built up a decent amount of gear, with my sling and cage being the centerpieces of the collection. I had quite a few different paddles, floggers, and such, as well as restraints, collars, butt plugs, and chastity devices. My career was going well and I made enough to have a nice home with a decent sized basement/playroom. It wasn’t a bad life - my place was usually nicely cleaned without me lifting a finger, my cock well sucked, and I got to fuck some of the cutest, twinkiest, tightest asses in town. The only thing missing was a longterm, live-in sub boy, but it was hard to find guys willing to submit to that. Most wanted to have some fun, get their cocks off, and then go home and about their lives, not spend every day in chastity and serving. But I tried to make the most of what I could get!

Being Saturday night, I decided to head down to the bar and see what I could find, but was striking out right and left. It was a slow night at the leather bar anyhow, so I decided to walk down the street to the bathhouse, which had a kink room that had a sling and a few other items in it, and see if I could find any better luck there.

I’d had a few drinks at the bar and usually hold my liquor pretty well, but hadn’t eaten much for dinner so they seemed to be hitting me heavily as I headed down the alleys that were a short cut to the bathhouse. I was having trouble standing, which was rather unusual - I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been drunk enough to not be able to walk.

“Hey, you’re Brian, right?”

Still a bit unsteady, I turned and looked back in the darkness.

“Do you need some help? You look a little off.”

I could vaguely make out a young, twink Asian guy I’d seen around the bar a few times walking down the alley. I remembered because I had wanted to get his ass in my sling, but he never seemed that interested. He was short, about 5’3 or 5’4, slim, had a very cute and boyish face, and couldn’t have been more than 20 or so. It looked like he worked out and had some definition, though not really muscle. It seemed like it was hard for Asian guys to build much muscle, but they toned and slimmed really well. He had a nice smile on his face, and was dressed in what looked like fairly expensive clothing and shoes.

“Let me help you out bud, my car is around the corner.”

Well, maybe tonight was my lucky night after all.