Five More Minutes for Alan A UK mans first bondage session in San Francisco

Author: MuslboundSF
Title: Five More Minutes for Alan: A UK man's first bondage session in San Francisco
Date: 15 August 2010

FIVE MINUTES for Alan
posted by MuslboundSF.

You arrive from the airport. You shower, have a snack, we chat a bit to break the ice. Then I suggest you take a nap to help you recover from the worst of the jet-lag. Flying from UK to San Francisco takes some effort and I want you fully rested for what lies ahead.

As I check in to see if you are still napping, I like what I see. Hard to believe you are 30 years old; you have a youthful look, clean shaven, with just a bit of a goatee that has been growing in slowly, looks like, for about a month. Sandy blond hair, 5'10", handsome face, with a boy-next-door look. You have a beefy build. I can see you are not a gym-bunny, but so what? Looks great to me. You will look incredible in the restraints. Wide shoulders, beefy arms, and I can see the outline of your nipples as they press against your olive green tee shirt. You have told me your nipples are hardwired, and I cannot wait to take full advantage of that fact. If I hadn't seen your online profile, and were I to pass you on the streets in the Castro, I would never have guessed you would be bondage curious, turned on by rubber, and eager to explore dom-sub kinks. Thanks goodness for the internet. I am a lucky man that you have agreed to meet.

After exchanging some e-mails online we eventually began chatting regularly. From our very first conversations it was obvious we shared common kink interests, and my experienced approach aligned perfectly with your willingness to explore in a safe and sane manner.

:::::: 5 Hours Later . . . :::::::

Eventually you awaken and find that I have your nips in my grip; gently tugging and fondling them through your shirt. You look at the clock and see you've been dozing for 5 hours. I tell you "its time and this is happening. Lets get you to the restroom. Pee now. You're going to be tied up soon."

With that taken care of, you return to the bedroom. I have you slip your socks off, and ask you to lay back on the bed. "Show me how you jerk off. But do not cum. I want to see how you handle your cock, so when its my turn, I'll know what works for you."

You lay back and unzip your pants. And as you demonstrate your preferred grip and technique, I begin positioning your ankles spread eagle, binding you securely to the corners of the bed.

I see you are left-handed, interesting. So I grab your right hand and stretch it to the corner, securing it; all the while I am taking care to watch how you work your cock. Very nice. I'm not a size hound, but it is nice to see you are uncut, and well hung. Uncut cocks are a joy to work with; they're so sensitive. Makes it much easier for edging, pleasure torture, and especially comes in handy for forced milkings. I pay close attention and see you use a semi-firm grip, applying steady pressure as your hand glides pretty quickly up and down your shaft. I ask, "are your near cumming?" And you let me know, "sort of . . . but not really."

To which I reply, "then show me how you get very close, but, do not cum." At which point your grip tightens a bit and your left hand begins pumping up and down very quickly, almost at a blur. Your right hand moves to your nip, and pinches gently to start; and then harder as you go. Within a few seconds you begin breathing heavily through your mouth, your thighs tense, your ankles flex downwards. Then you stop, and say, "I'm close now, I have to stop or I'm gonna blow."

With that, I take your left hand, and secure it to the corner. You're now spread eagle. Helpless, with your cock rock hard and ready for more attention.

For the next half hour or so, I familiarize myself with you. Hands explore under your shirt, seeking out your nips, testing to see which type of grip produces the biggest twitches in your cock. I cannot resist, I steal a kiss from you. I climb on top of you, straddling your hips with mine. I lean forward, slowly, my hands on your nips, never losing their grip, leaning closer until we are cheek to cheek. Then I whisper in your ear, "this is happening."

First I place pegs on your nips, 2 pair for each nip. Then I shove your pants down and work your cock and balls fully free from your shorts. Holding your cock in my grip, I begin going down on you. Paying close attention to your crown with my tongue, before taking all of you, deep into my throat.

I come up for air and tell you, "this is your one chance to punish me, you'd better take it." For a few minutes while I'm sucking your cock deep inside me, and while I'm gently rolling your balls in my palm, you begin humping your hips, attempting to face fuck me. I can feel your mushroom head swelling, and I can taste pre-cum leaking from you cock. I quick my pace and increase the pressure and suction for several more seconds. Now your pre-cum is saltier and I can feel your balls in my palm, drawing upwards, tightening up, nestled up against the base of your shaft.

I pause and release your from my mouth to ask, "are you close ?"

"Yes. Very," is your reply.

I continue by saying, "too soon, much too soon, kind sir. I have much more in store for you. Let's slow things down a bit."

I fit you with fist mitts, take the pegs off your nips, then begin untying you from the spread eagle. Once you're free I have you strip out of your clothes. I lend a hand and help you remove your shirt, pants and shorts. Next I put an electrified butt plug in, and then next, I help you done a rubber singlet which holds the plug in firmly. The singlet has a zipper running from the top off your butt crack and nearly reaches your belly button. I help you with adjusting the fit of the singlet and butt plug; fist mitts make getting dressed pretty tricky.

Your cock gets half way hard, but, after a few minutes of small talk, your cock gets soft. I take you to the restroom, to see if you need to pee again. I unzip the fly, pull your cock out and hold it for you, taking great care not to fondle it, as you do your business. For this next phase I want your cock limp. Then we head into the living room, where I proceed to quickly bind and separate your balls using a figure-8 pattern. Moving more quickly I take the ends of the cord looped around your balls and tie them around the base of your cock's crown, pulling the loose ends back down and around your balls, where the ends are tied off snugly and securely. This effectively pins your cock head down and against your balls.

Then I have you sit in a chair I've taken from my dining room. Your feet are lifted off the floor, and I bind each ankle to the bottom,back side of the seat. Next I pin your hips to the chair using several leather straps. And finally I pull your hands, still in fist mitts, behind the seat of the chair, tying them with the ends of the rope secured to the bottom rungs of the chair.

At this point I explain, "this should be simple for you to follow: if you do not want your cock and balls to ache, then do not get hard within the next five minutes. Do this for me, and I will untie you and you are free to decide when and how you cum. If you do not comply with my instructions, you will remain restrained until I am satisfied that you have suffered enough."

To which you reply, "yes, please. I understand. Please, use me."

I make note of the time. You now how five minutes in which to keep your cock limp while restrained. I begin caressing and pinching your nips, while kissing you gently. This lasts for a few minutes, then I take a step back, grab the controls to the electrified butt plug. I give a few experimental cranks to the knobs, setting the levels to a steady 15% maximum capacity.

Time's up. The five minutes flew by. I inspect you cock and balls. I can see you have tried to get stiff. "Tsk tsk tsk," I say, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

You say, "It hurts, my cock is aching, my balls are so full. Please. I tried, I really tried to stay soft."

I respond, "Brilliant!! I warned you this would ache if you insisted on getting hard. This is what happens, kind sir, for not following directions." Then I continue by explaining, "you now have five more minutes to stop being hard. But again if you do not cooperate, I will not only add more restraints, I'll also add weights suspended from your balls.

For the next five minutes I repeat with the nip tugs and more butt plug e-stim. Cranking the controls higher and higher, pushing you all the way to 65% maximum capacity, where you begin to show visible signs of distress. Eventually I turn the controls down to 45%, where you seem to be more capable of handling the current that is now pounding directly onto your prostate.

Time's up; another five minutes have passed.
I am pleased to see you have refused to cooperate; your cock is still trying to swell up to full size and is turning a very angry shade of red. Your balls are verging on purple--very nice. Additionally there a few drops of pre-cum that have leaked from your bound up cock. Even though you can't get hard, the pre-cum tells me you like being restrained and in pain.
Lucky for you, because, as promised, I'm now hanging weight from your balls. And just like I had hoped to see, before I have added the final weight, the original drops of pre-cum have now began streaming from your cock,,,gobs of it now hanging, suspended in mid air. Then I add a strap between your elbows, pulling them tighter behind your back.
Staring into your eyes, my hands gripping your firm nips, I repeat: "you have 5 more minutes to stop being hard. Stay hard and you'll be punished."

The timer starts. Still looking in your eyes, nips in my grip, I explain that just in case you fail to get soft, I will help you now to prepare your tits for the clamps that are likely coming. My grip on your nips gets firmer, the tugs, more intense. Gentle rolling of the nubs turns to firmer pinches. I can see more pre-cum freely flowing from you cock.... you'd better find a way to get soft and make it quick. I run my finger along your cock head and collect a few smears of your pre-cum. I then lick my finger clean, and proceed to kiss you deeply. Letting you taste yourself, while I increase the intensity of the nip tugs.

Time's up, another five minutes have gone by.

I release your nips from my grip. I see your cock is now painfully semi hard, choked by the cords, a prisoner aching for release. As a kindness, I quickly snap the tit clamps in place. Taking care I put the bite of the tit clamps well behind each nipple. And yet you groan and grimace. You should know better than to do this... and to show you my disappointment, I readjust each clamp and place the bite directly at the tip of your nipples. Your groans and gasps are louder. And again, I am disappointed in your response. I hang weights from the chain running between the tit clamps. And finally you say, "yes, please. Thank you".
"Good kind sir," I purr. "You learn quickly." "Alan, you have 5 more minutes to go soft. Go soft for me. I will untie you. Or stay hard and I will untie you cock. But this time I will continue to hang more weight from your bound balls. I plan to crank up the e-stim until you cum." "But be warned, after your first load has shot, I will crank up the e-stim even more and hang additional weight to your balls. Then I'll milk a second load from you."

"Yes, please ; hurt me," is your brave reply. "I will try to make you proud."

For the next five minutes I take the tit clamps off and put them right back on, several times. Bindings are added to your thighs, pulled tight and holding your legs wide open. I also fit you with a head harness complete with a d-ring brace at the top of your head. I use this d-ring and pull a rope through it, running the rope down the back of the chair, looping the ends to the bottom rungs of the chair, pulling the rope taut, until you are forced to bend your head back until you are staring up at the ceiling. For the next minutes you cannot see it, but you can feel it; you can tell I have cranked up the e-stim another several notches. Also you have no doubt that more pre-cum is oozing freely now. I scoop some up to show you, and it is then you see that there are tiny globs of semen mixed in with the pre-cum.

Time's up. Another five minutes, and you cannot believe you're bound this securely and you're not sure how much more of this you can take.
Sensing your apprehension, I grab a plug gag and explain to you, " when I gag a man I intend to make him use it. I am going to torture the cum from you now, and we're going to need this gag if we don't want the neighbors calling the cops."

With a little hesitation, while I tighten the tit clamps and gaze into your eyes, you say, "Yes, please. I understand. Gag me now; hurt me."

I untie your cock , but leave your balls bound and tugged by the weights. Through the gag you let loose a sigh of relief as your cock instantly stiffens fully. Pre-cum right on cue, gushing forth. Your comfort is short-lived. With your head held in place facing the ceiling, you can hear me, more than you can see, that I am reaching for more weights. You now know better than to complain.

I hold the weight in front of you and say, "Alan. Say it. Now. Make me proud. Ask for the weight."

And without hesitating, you mumble through the gag, "Yes, please. Hurt me more."

"Such a good man," I say. I hang the weights, slowly releasing them from my grip and letting your balls bear the full brunt. And through the gag, you manage to say, "Yes. Please. Thank You."

I promise "From this point I will not stop working you over until you cum. But for every minute it takes for you to cum, more torture will be added: to your balls, nips and butt plug. And understand this Alan, once you cum, I will continue to torture you for a few minutes so that can have my fun, watching you suffer. Do you understand? If you want to make me proud, ask me now to hurt you."

You take a slow deep breath, and through the gag I hear you say, " hurt me. Hurt me until you cum."

And so it begins. A slow steady hand job, with a gentle and firm grip gliding up and down your shaft. Occasionally my palm fully encircles the crown of your cock to polish the apple, before sliding back down your shaft.

Time's up; another minute has passed.

As I add some weight to your tit clamps this time, I also explain that I'm taking you from 55% to 60% with the e-stim. Before you can react, I swallow your raging hard-on in one big gulp. Bobbing my head up and down, while fondling your tugged heavy balls with one hand. Without missing a beat from the blow job, I grab another weight and place it hanging from your balls. The e-stim , the blow job, the ball tugs,,, and with my free hand I begin pulling the chain attached to your tit clamps. I can taste your pre-cum getting saltier. Even if I didn't know this, I could tell you were getting so close to cumming. The heavy breathing and the snorts you are making through the gag are obvious signs that you are ready.

Time's up; another minute gone by.

I crank the e-stim, pushing you to 65%. Then I grab a plastic bag and pull it over your head, holding the bag snug around your neck. Then I crank the e-stim to 70%. Then I begin stroking your cock the way you taught me: furiously fast, medium hard grip. You are gurgling through the gag, gasping for air.. and then...

Time's up. Another minute has passed. Sooo close! but, a deal's a deal.

I crank the e-stim up to 80%. And immediately you buck so hard in the chair that it actually bounces up off the ground. Hot to see, as I resume the feverishly pitched hand job.

And then it happened. Finally all of that cum that has been churning in your balls, begins erupting from your cock. Even though your balls are bound, tugged and weighted, the cum begins gushing out of you. Thick, hot ropes of cum flying out with a great deal of force, coating your thighs, my hand, the seat of the chair... several gobs even land on the floor several feet in front of us.

"Geezus Alan. Amazing. And now, lets rip that second load from you." I don't pause for a reply from you, I can see you are delirious. The relief you feel from having blown your load must be amazing, but the e-stim is still firing off and pounding away mercilessly on your super sensitive prostate. I remove the plastic bag from your head. Then add more weight to your balls. And then it begins,,, as the endorphins wear off you realize you're fucked. Your balls ache so badly now that you cannot hold back any longer.

You begin howling through the gag, saying "Yes please, hurt me, hurt me more." You tug with all your might at the restraints; trying in vain to find a weakness in the ropes. But there are none. Your wrists are trapped, your ankles held tight to the seat of the chair. The leather bindings hold your hips firmly locked in place, strapped to the seat of teh chair. No matter how hard you struggle, you know there is no hope of breaking free. I crank the e-stim up to 90%, hang a few more weights from your balls and begin working your cock again with my hand. "So hot, Alan. You look incredible. Rock hard, cum soaked, and no end in sight."

This time the hand job is cruel and quick. A firm grip sliding furiously up and down your hyper-shaft, every few strokes I pay particular attention to your crown,,, again polishing the apple until you are bucking in the restraints with all your might. Pleading, begging, yelling into the gag.

I remove the nip clamps with my free hand, and begin kneading your nips gently in my grip. As the blood rushes into your tits the pain of the gentle handling is shockingly high. And with that your second load begins to churn forth, being ripped from your balls by the relentless pounding of the e-stim into your prostate. Its a surprisingly large load considering how recently the first load has been extracted from you. After 5 or 6 ropes of cum have gushed forth, I release your cock from my grip and let go of your nip with my other hand.

I pause a few seconds to let you come back to earth, and during this time, I remove your gag and untie the rope from the head harness. No longer held facing the ceiling, your head rolls forward, facing me. Your hair is matted to your forehead, drenched in sweat. Then as I expected, as you are returning back into your body, it hits you.

The non-stop pounding pulsing of the e-stim is excruciating. And suddenly you are reminded of the weights which are tugging relentlessly on your spent, aching balls.

As your pleading quickly gives way to full-throated yells, I gently stroke your semi-hard and tortured cock in my hand. Slowly, firmly polishing your knob I stare in your eyes and say, "Five more minutes, Alan. I need to see you suffering for five more minutes, while I jerk off ." And with that I crank the e-stim up to 95%, and hang two more weights from your bound, tugged aching balls. Your screams heighten in pitch and volume as I try to take my time, stroking out what will be an amazing orgasm, relishing every moment of your suffering. Your cock still leaking. . . stiffening again as I get closer and closer to cumming.
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Next: a video camera, a web cam, some more bondage explorations, and Alan discovers a fetish for exhibitionism