Scotts First Time

Author: MuslboundSF
Title: Scott's First Time
Date: 23 July 2007

I recently tied up a young guy for his first bondage experience. I have been tying men of all ages and experience levels for going on 10 years. A week later he sent me a letter recounting the session. I decided to post it here, since every time I've re-read the letter, it gets me rock hard. This guy is something special not only in his appearance but in how he handles himself. He's not only a knockout with a gorgeous body, he's unassuming and a bit shy. He could use his looks to his advantage, but I detected zero attitude. So here's what Scott had to say about our session. MuslboundSF July 23, 2007


--Scott's first bondage experience--
Preamble
First off let me say I've been admiring pics of men in bondage for years, all the while fantasizing about what it would be like, if I were one of those studs, tied tightly, with a raging hard on. You know; they're put on display, vulnerable, strong, unable to touch their cock, no matter how desperate they become.

In fact one of the main reasons I have worked hard in the gym is so that my body would look good, in tight ropes. I am about to turn 24, and in a few months I'll be moving from the San Francisco area to a small town. I figured before the move I should try to hook up with an experienced bondage top. I doubt I'll have as much luck finding a guy who knows the ropes once I've moved. So this is why I finally decided to post an ad online, hoping to have an experienced bondage top put me through the paces. Here is what happened. And I hope that what was a hot experience for me, is not old, g-rated news to someone with lots more experience.

The Ad
I posted the ad online, seeking a bondage top along with a shirtless pic of me in boxers, doing a single bicep flex. I'm in good shape, but I usually wear baggy clothes to cover my build. I'm almost 24, 5'10'' , 190, dirty blond, brown eyes, baby faced, almost a 6pack, my biceps and chest are toned. Guys check me out often enough at the gym, but its just simpler if I go around the city in baggy clothes. I'm shy and get easily flustered with guys who overtly hit on me. I know its a compliment, but it still something I'm not fully comfortable dealing with.

Within 10 minutes of placing the ad, I received over 2 dozen replies. (after a week, I had lost count of the number of replies; I did answer them all but it took a while) Most came across as dabblers in bondage, but 2 stood out of the pack, and I could tell they were serious about meeting. One of those included a pic of a guy I recognized from around the neighborhood. Two or three times a week I see him parking his dog outside the coffee shop that I visit on my way to work. I knew him well enough to say hello in line at the cafe, or to pet the dog for a minute, before we both got on with our day.

Coffee, Hello, Ok Let's Go
So I took the plunge, sent him a reply, and we agreed to meet within the hour at the coffee shop, which is not surprisingly near both our homes. We chatted, broke the ice a bit about the subject of bondage and after a few minutes I felt solid to proceed. During the 5 minute walk to his place, I let him know I was getting more nervous about getting tied up. He reassured me that this would be an exploratory session and that nothing we were going to try was going to be overly painful or scary.

We arrived, his dog greeted me tail wagging, and he led me in to a room where I could see ropes, gags a hood and other gear I didn't recognize on sight. He suggested I use the bathroom and when I came out, he gave me the option of staying fully dressed, or taking off however much I wanted. So my choice, I went ahead and stripped naked. He sat me in a high backed chair I got rock hard as he tied my wrists behind me, and I was a little disappointed when he didnt tie my wrists off to the chair. (looking back on this, I realize he knew what he was doing) We went over the limits and safe word,,,we continued to talk as he secured me to the chair( it was nice,,he worked my nips which are totally hard wired, and some shoulder rubs).

After a few minutes my ankles were pulled back and my feet were zip tied about 6'' off the floor, to the back side of the chair. Ropes went around my chest, pinning my torso to the chair. My arms were still behind the chair, and my wrists were still tied together, unanchored behind the chair.

Bound, Hard, and Seeing Stars(tt/cbt)
My nips are very sensitive and get me rock hard when rubbed gently. So after a few minutes of tender attention to my nips, I was very revved up. He showed me some tit clamps, and I let him know I'd never worn any but would like to try. So without much ceremony, he just put them on. They were probably not the most hard core, but the pinch did hurt enough that I saw a few little stars. As I was adjusting to the bite of the clamps, he pointed out that even though it hurt, my cock was staying hard. I was surprised to see that a little bit of precum had just started to ooze from the crown, down my shaft. Surprise surprise, I usually dont leak much when I'm hard. My tits were still aching as he began to use a cord to tie my cock and balls snugly,,,,til my balls were now aching and shoved down from my shaft. Now I had forgotten the tit clamps and was watching my hard on turn to an angry red, and stiffen more than I thought possible. My cock is average your run of the mill 6 incher, and I'm cut. And my balls, they had a dull ache to them, the cords were wrapped in some sort of figure 8 that had them separated and pushed apart, down and away from my shaft. ''My boys'' they are not low hangers, so this was literally and figuratively a stretch for them.

At this point he let me know he was giving me a few minutes to adjust to the clamps and steady ball tug. I think he could sense that I was on the fence about continuing. I wasn't scared so much as the ache in my tits , cock and balls was tough to handle, but dammit my cock was so hard and didn't seem to mind the ropes. After the little break, he asked if I was ready to continue. I stammered something about how bad it was hurting and that I didnt want to wimp out, but that I was pretty sure I couldn't take much more pain in my tits and balls. He asked if I would like some help taking my mind off the pain. YES, I quickly said, please please.

Pleasure Blurs to Pain and Back
With a smile he used some of the precum running down my shaft, and began to gently stroke my cock, ignoring the crown. He swirled his grip while slowly stroking me up and down. I settled down and rolled with it. I mean my heart was pounding and I was gasping with excitement, but the pain sort of started to ache good. He kept reminding me that my cock was loving it. He verbally teased, in a playful and encouraging way. It felt like a gym buddy coaching me to do more reps in a set. Good boy,atta boy, you look hot, boy.

As a taunt, he told me he'd untie me if my dick got soft and he encouraged me to go ahead and get soft. He offered to help and took the tit clamps off. Then for a few seconds he gently pinched some skin on my belly and rolled it in his grip,between his thumb and finger? That was odd I thought; then he did the same to my freshly unclamped nipples! To his amusement, I stifled some yelps. I was shocked at how it felt great and hurt badly at the same time. Again he told me, get soft, get untied. Stay hard, stay tied. With my tits being worked over expertly, and along with my cock and balls tied pretty tight tied like that, there was no way it was going to go soft. He also reassured me that he'd ease off the level tugging on my balls if I went soft. (what a guy, I liked this game!) A few minutes passed and he put the tit clamps back on, and the waves of pain or was it pleasure, sent my cock into uncontrollable twitches. He then switched his focus back to my balls, where he tied a short cord to them, then tugged them about 1/8'' further. It hurt, but I recognized now that every time he increased the intensity of the pain-stimulation, he gave me the chance to acclimate, by the pleasure-torture of stroking my hard on. And dammit; I stayed rock solid hard to the point that if I tried to hump and get off, it felt like my cock was going to explode. Not like an orgasm,,,but literally, it felt like the crown of my cock was going to explode.

Since I stayed hard thru the pain, and was now leaking precum freely(I've never been a big leaker), he dubbed me his ''pain pig in training''. He suggested that I try to keep closer to cumming, which would help me enjoy the pressure on my tits and balls. He warned me not to cum without his permission. So it was hot...he was very good at keeping it joking/teasing, but he also kept it tough and frustrating too.

Once again he asked if I need help taking my mind off my balls...and again I quickly said YES. I had assumed he was going to loosen the cords around my balls; I was wrong. He tied a cord from the tit clamp chain, and led it down my chest, under the chair and up to my wrists. He demonstrated that if I moved my wrists up, my tits got tugged. With a smile he asked me if I now needed help taking my mind off my tits. I paused before answering this time so he tugged the tit clamp chain further and further, repeating the question, till I said ''yes, take my mind off my tits.'' So he happily added a short cord that ran from my tied my balls, under the chair and tied off yet again, to my wrists. He showed me this time that if I moved my wrists up, my balls got tugged roughly, along with my tits.

He stepped back to 'admire the view' he said. And after a few minutes, he snapped his fingers like he had a new idea.

Between a Rock Hard-on and a Hard Place
He proceeded to loop a rope semi-snugly once around my neck, taking the ends down my back and tying them to my wrists. He adjusted that rope, slowly as he took away the slack from between my neck and wrists. He literally whistled happily as he forced my wrists to raise up a few inches. Now I was feeling a very painful ache in my tits and balls. I lowered my wrists to ease the pressure on my tits and balls,,but that tightened the rope around my neck. This totally turned me on. I was fucked and loving it and hating it. ( in reality, my wrists were probably moving 1/2'' up or down, but in my fantasy-rewind, I was forced to move them several inches in either direction)

He later told me that it was for 20 minutes ( I lost track of time) he watched me struggle in this position. He stood there and jerked off right in front of me, I was sort of flattered, but also annoyed that my suffering was a source of amusement for him. I was in constant stress because there was no comfortable position to put my hands. I was turned on and frustrated, seeing him enjoy me trying to decide between the nip and ball tugs, and the struggling for breath. (when the ropes tightened, breathing was hard but I never felt I was choking ) While he was jerking off, he kept telling me to go soft if I wanted it to end, and since I was hard and leaking profusely now, he took it that I was having my fun too. This made me feel both annoyed and determined not to break down. But thinking about all of this again is hot to me.

He eventually got himself off and proceeded to stroke my cock slowly. He let me know he wanted me to beg and he'd let me cum, but his tone was more taunting than luvvy duvvy caring. My stubborn streak kicked in, I didnt want to be broken, and as much as I was aching to cum, I told him to fuck off,,,which he enjoyed. He said he liked having an excuse to torture me more. I later found out that for about half an hour he edged me, while I was totally fucked up struggling between tugging my own tits and balls, and tightening/loosening the rope around my neck. At this point I was making animalistic grunts and choked off gasps, (some whining, whimpering too). Every few minutes he'd tell me to beg him for it. I was frustrated, happy, pissed off, turned on, and fighting hard in the ropes to get off, or get loose from the tt and cbt,,and the breathing control. But I refused to beg. Every time I was close to cumming, he'd ease off my cock. I was covered in sweat,,fucked up in the stress position he had me in. It was weird how I was truly desperate to have it end, but didnt want it to stop. My body was exhausted, and my will to fight onward was starting to break, and there was no comfortable position or relief to be had.

I should mention that before we'd met up we'd agreed online that he'd keep me tied an hour.

Game Over, Do Not Pass ''Go'', Do Not Collect $200
About an hour and a half later, he said OH SHIT, we had went over our time limit!! In a now familiar tone, he again taunted saying that since we'd gone over our hour together, he couldn't possibly get me off without feeling guilty for breaking his word about the time limit. The bastard was sending me home without letting me cum!! It felt great to have my balls untied and as soon as he took the cords off, my hard on went away. But when he took the tit clamps off, he sucked and nibbled on my tits,,,,,fuckkk that shit hurt.

He untied me, I took a leak, (he told me not to j/o in his bathroom)we had some laughs, I got dressed and we set up our next session for the same time the coming week. I went straight home, where I jerked off for 45 minutes, and got off 4 times thinking about what happened. Then I fell asleep like a rock for the next several hours.

For the next few days, my thighs and balls and nips were little sore, but I still get hard every time I think about my introduction to the world of bondage. And tomorrow will be my second session, I wonder if he'll use a gag this time.