Do you know me

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: Do you know me
Date: 23 December 2012

Do you know me

This is a true story, it’s just that it didn’t happen to me or anyone I know. It wasn’t told to me and I didn’t read it but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, in all probability it has happened several times with only slight variations. It is all too common.

I have always gotten hard when I saw a guy tied up but I didn’t know why. Stupid me, I thought it was just the guy, I mean who in their right mind would get hard from seeing someone in distress. I have never been handy and never owned a piece of rope or even much string but one day when I was getting out of the shower trying to put on my bathrobe, a full length velour job, without drying off, I got the sash or belt knotted around my wrist and in trying to pull it off and with my wet arm, it made a fairly tight knot. Being in my early twenties I had just jacked off with the hand held shower head in one hand and my nozzle in the other, spraying super-hot water on my package. I was shocked when I instantly got hard again. It finally dawned on me what had been making me hard since my preteens, it was bondage, it wasn’t distress that made me think I was sick, it was helplessness and they are not always the same, I was feeling much better about my frame of mind but I also realized I was still gay. (ok, I was in denial)

I have been going to the mainstream gay bars and never really ran across anyone that made me think bondage. I had to know more about this and after a day or twos worth of internet searches I didn’t get any answers. My next search was for leather or bondage bars in my immediate area and the nearest was twenty miles away, on the other side of town. I have been playing with myself, tying my ankles up with my bathrobe belt, my ankles and one wrist, anything I could try that wouldn’t get me into embarrassing trouble. I needed more, I called the bar and asked what the dress code was and I was told there wasn’t an official dress code but jeans and a t-shirt of leather was ok, everything else would get me ignored. I went out the next day and bought some new black jeans and spent the rest of the day at the Laundromat breaking them in, not too faded but really soft. I bought a black t-shirt too but somehow it was too much, I got one of my favorite red tees and my old black boots and went across town. I had no idea what to expect and I was terrified. I shouldn’t have been, they were all great and were very helpful when it came to learning the basics about how to find someone in a bar.

There was a shop in the bar and one guy, an off duty bartender, took me in to it and showed me a few things I might want to get to help let everyone know what side of the fence I was on. I ended up with a grey bandana for my right back pocket, it was supposed to mean I wanted to be tied up but he told me that the older guys would appreciate the attempt and may even send someone my way. I got a lot of stuff for my right side, since I was a bottom or wanted to have the tying done to me. I got a nice leather wristband wallet so I wouldn’t mess up the contour of my ass and it wouldn’t fall out of my jeans if I had my jeans pulled down in the bar or at someone’s house. He suggested that I not get any rope, chain, cuffs or collars to have in the bar, let the top use theirs. Ok, was all set and was just going to kinda watch from the shadows the first few nights, I wanted to see how things worked before I jumped in. It turned into two weeks because I couldn’t get up the nerve.

That problem was solved one night when a guy approached me and said I have seen you here in the same spot for two weekends, are you writing a book? I said no, I am new and scared to death. He said well you should have seen by now that there isn’t anything to be scared about, we look after each other. I warmed up to him right away and we had a few encounters and I got my bondage fix and he made me give him a blow job while I was tied and that was more than ok. One thing about this bar is it was older guys and I was in the mood for a guy my own age taking charge, it seemed more exciting somehow.

I saved up my money and took a trip to one of the really big cities, one known for gays and relaxed atmospheres. I had done my research and had the name of three bars, one was like the one at home, established, one was more of an S&M bar and the third was what the description called ‘new guard bondage babies’, I knew enough to know that was me so I should fit in. I walked in the door and there were three times as many guys as back home and most of them were my age and hotter than hell, I was in heaven. I got a drink and moved back away from the bar but not into the shadows. A few guys came by and wanted me to top them but that was not my thing. I was disheartened and was heading for the door and a guy said you aren’t going to leave, really? I said yeah, I flew all the way out here and there are no tops, I might as well cut my losses and save a few nights hotel rent.

He said would you consider letting me show you some things, I won’t make you return the favor but if you want to it would be appreciated, in fact, if you just tie me once when we get home, I will tie you for as long as you want, even for the week end if you want. I heard two full days plus of bondage and that was all I needed, jackpot! The guy said he would go get the car since he had to park a few blocks over and he would meet me out front in ten minutes. It was the longest ten minutes of my life and he was right out front when I walked out the door and we drove just outside of town. It was almost a ranch but really just a nice big old house with a really big yard and lots of privacy, things were just getting better and better.

We went in a private back door by where we parked and he pointed to a mattress on the floor and said this is my bondage room. We had a drink and then I tied him first and thought I did a fairly good job but not as good as he let on. He said he couldn’t get out and he asked me to please untie him right then, he didn’t like to get stuck in the rope and most of the guys at that bar didn’t know what they were doing. I let him go but there was a part of me that didn’t want to do it, I guess I was pretending he was me. It was my turn and he wanted to tie me with my clothes on first and asked if he could take some pictures without a face shot, I would get copies of all the pictures. I didn’t really have anything to hide, I have already got nude pics with my face on the web so even nude bondage pics wouldn’t bother me, besides, if I was tied up, I could always say I was forced.

He took lots of pics and then untied my arms and took my shirt off, retied me and took more pics. I was in a hog tie in case I forgot to say. He took my boots off and took pics, took socks off and took pics and then barefoot and took pics. The ankles were untied and my jeans came off and I was completely nude now. All my stuff was neatly folded in a nearby chair. A lot more pics were taken, I was tipped onto my side and more pics taken and he asked if he could blindfold me. I said why not, it will be hot. I was blind and heard him take the pictures and then I felt a rag shoved in my mouth and tied in. I heard him take more pics and then I began to protest.

The gag and blindfold came off right away and he apologized and untied me. He said sorry dude, I got carried away. He said you pick which way you want to be tied, if you still do? I said can you do a spread eagle? He said sure, help me move the mattress to the center of the room. He said get how you want, face up or down. I got on the bed face up and he got a drill and installed four eyebolts in the floor. He said I told you, it’s my bondage room so I can put holes where ever I want for whatever size guy I get, I have to say you are the perfect size. He took his time and got me really tight and said you want to try the gag and blindfold again? I said since you asked this time, sure, besides, it’s not like anyone will hear me out here and I have always wanted to try this.

Ok, I was tied down, blind and mute, I didn’t hear anything and I couldn’t’ feel anything either, I was beginning to think he had left and a hot mouth swallowed my cock. He was a great cock sucker and he was playing with my balls just right then I felt something tighten around them. He pulled down and I heard the drill again, my balls were held tight. I was panicking and couldn’t struggle or I would pull my balls off, I still tried a little. He said boy, you are my prisoner now, I can do whatever I want and I am going to nearly kill you. I screamed as loud as I could and tried to jerk my hands and feet loose but that was totally hopeless, I was caught, and hard. The mouth was back on my cock to finish the job.

When I came, he took, my blindfold off and started to kiss my face. He said so, how did you like being scared, you want up now? I looked at him and almost nodded but I don’t know why, I shook my head no. He said how long do you want to stay this way, use your fingers to show days and if you don’t show any we will go with hours. I tried to talk but there must have been something in the rag or maybe it wasn’t a rag, it had swollen almost twice the size it was when it went in, probably a sponge wrapped with a rag. He said you sure you want it out? I shook my head, I didn’t show any fingers and he said ok, hours. I held out two.

He pointed to the clock and put the blindfold back on and I realized my balls were still tied. I wiggled my hips a little and then tried to scream and he just laughed and then tugged hard on the cord or string nearly sending me unconscious. I felt his hands all over me, tickling me, making me torture my own balls and pinching me with the same effect. I was still rock hard and I wanted relief. The mouth was back, no, a lubed hand and when I came, he kept going and going. I was losing it. When he let go, my cock stayed standing straight out away from my body, he had tied something around the head and there was steady pressure pulling up. It pulled tighter and I had to raise my hips to keep it from being pulled off.

That is when I felt a hard cool object being rammed up my ass, a first for me. Almost no sound was getting out of my throat now and my jaw was killing me along with the rest of my body, I knew I was doing to die at that point. I felt the cool object in my ass slip all the way inside and my ass was taped shut. The blindfold was ripped off and I saw him dripping a liquid onto the gag. It smelled awful and it wasn’t long before I passed out.

I came to and the clock said ten hours had passed but it was still pitch black other than the red numbers of the alarm clock, I was also alone, was it ten hours or twenty two or more, I was hanging from my cock, mostly, my ass was touching but only taking a little weight off it. I couldn’t feel it any more, my arms and legs were numb and I didn’t even know if I had balls anymore, yeah, I fucked up and now I will die here. The clock faded in and out of my vision, no, that was me passing in and out of consciousness.

I was jolted awake by a horrible crashing noise. There were more pics being taken and then I was cut loose, I was put on a gurney and I saw where I was for the first time, without clouded eyes. The windows had been painted over, there was a ‘For Sale’ sign with dirt still on the pole in the corner and from outside, the house looked like it hadn’t been lived in for years, the yard was completely over grown and there was almost no paint left on the house.

It took over three months for me to recover and several surgeries to get my cock and balls back in shape. What I didn’t know at the time was that he had put needles though my nipples and tied them tightly together, ripping them almost off he must have done that when I was out. Months after I had recovered, I started finding my pics all over the web.
Do you know me?
T or F ?
Leo Devin