Scotts Second Time part 1

Author: MuslboundSF
Title: Scott's Second Time, part 1
Date: 03 August 2007

SCOTT'S SECOND SESSION
-- a bondage boy's coming of age
by MuslboundSF, San Francisco Aug 2, 2007
(muslboundil on yahoo messenger)

Until a few weeks ago, Scott was a bondage virgin. We had our second scene the day after his 24th birthday, so I put together a birthday themed bondage session. (birthday suit, birthday licks, ribbons, bows, candle wax, gift boxes). (fine, I'm gay, sue me)
But first a little recap. I'm a 41 year old, 5'11'' 190, experienced bondage enthusiast in the San Francisco area. Scott is 5'10'' 190, a handsome shy guy, baby faced, gym toned, beefy build, smooth body. During our first session it was obvious to me that this young buck is a pain pig in the making. His cock got harder and harder the more I cranked up the intensity of the cbt, tt, breath control and orgasm denial. I could work his tits gently, and his cock would twitch uncontrollably, but if I gave his tits a good grip and twist, pre cum flowed freely from his hard on. I'd bound his balls making it virtually impossible for him to cum, so I was able to heap tons on stimulation on his tits and cock with no worries he would be able to get off quick or easy.
I met Scott through an ad he had placed online, seeking an experienced bondage bud to help him explore. Luckily I saw his ad a few minutes after he posted it, and even better, he recognized my pic in the reply I sent him. Turns out we've been running into each other at a coffee shop during the week, but we had never really said much more than 'hi.' And that was what convinced him to meet me; I guess I have one of those trustworthy faces.
I just got this email from Scott last night, and I decided to break up this memoir of his into 2 parts. Here's what he had to say about my birthday gift to him.


Pre-amble Ramble
For about 3 days after my first bondage session, my nips had stung a little when I showered. And if my shirt was too tight, they would feel a little raw, and stiffen visibly. For a couple of days my balls ached a little during my early morning jog through the neighborhood. And when I soaped them up in the shower, I had to handle them more gently than usual. These physical reminders would made me rock hard, I loved it. And I could hardly wait till I was tied up and aching again. Now when I'm at the gym, doing cable flies, or working on a peck deck machine, I can't help but translate the workout into something bondage related. I see myself in the mirrors, and my reflection mutates into me, tied up, flexing, struggling to reach my hard on. I've got it bad, I'm a bondage addict, and I've only just began to explore this fetish.
We agreed that I would not cum for the 5 days leading up to our session. This was tough to do, I usually jerk off in the morning when I shower, and again in the evening before I go to bed. In our first session I know he was taking it easy on me. Made sense; since we were unfamiliar with each other, it was good to explore. He gauged my reactions well, while I was sizing up his ability to ''read me.'' The communication between us was great, so for round 2, I'd asked if he would be willing to push me further with the pleasure/pain torture.
So we agreed on a minimum of 3 hours that I'd be restrained, and a maximum of 6 hours. I told him I wanted to do this with no safe word, but he insisted that ''we would have not only a safe word (to end the session) but a time out(to pause and discuss any adjustment needed) in place. '' ((I'm quoting his one unnegotiable rule in his words)) He let me know that he never tries to force his bondage buddy to use either word, but that having them in place frees him up to work the guy over without pausing every minute to ask if everything is ok. He also let me know that only after several sessions would he consider playing with no safe word. He said in the ten years he's been tying guys, only two of his buds had reached that level of familiarity with him to play with no safe word.
I celebrated my 24th birthday with friends and coworkers, and the day after, I continued my celebration with my new-found bondage mentor.

Happy Birthday to Me
I arrived 15 minutes early to his apartment. For three days prior my balls had been hanging a little lower than usual. I'm not hung like a bull but they were definitely heavy with 5 days worth of cum; that's 10 orgasms worth for me. So I was very eager to do something about it.
I rang him up from the street to let him know I was there. Since he hadn't walked his dog yet, he asked me to join them on a quick stroll up and down the block. They came outside, we hugged hello, and made small talk with the dog in tow. Near the end of the walk, he asked if I'd held off cumming for the past several days. I reassured him he'd be able to tell as soon he saw how swollen 'the boys' were. We got back to the apartment and he let me know that our play date was going to have a birthday theme. My imagination turned to thoughts of candle wax, birthday suits, birthday spankings and....more presents?
He gave me a cup of water and suggested I hit the restroom before we got underway. Then he led me to what looked to be a guest room. The bed had ropes tied to it; they were sprawled out onto the floor, tied to the four corners, and there were more ropes attached to each side of the frame.

Birthday Suit
From underneath the bed he pulled out an un-inflated air mattress and he asked me to help him unroll it, while laying it atop the bed. Once that was done, he told me to strip, while he plugged in an air compressor and hooked it up to the mattress. In less than a minute I was naked and the air mattress was inflated. As he finished detaching the compressor and making sure the air mattress was properly inflated, he turned his attention to me, at which point he saw me standing there undressed. A huge grin came across his face. (he's told me he thinks of himself as the guy next door, but he's the very handsome guy next door. When we'd walked his dog earlier, he was oblivious to the guys checking him out. He's not quite husky enough to be a bear, but his chest is nicely furred, his beefy biceps look like they're about 16.5 inches, with just a bit of a belly. But with his handsome face, dark hair, salt-pepper goatee, a quick smile, and the dog, it's obvious at a first glance he's a nice guy.)
He walked over, smiling ear to ear, turned me facing away from him and gave me a bear hug from behind, pinning both my arms to my sides. Even though he was fully dressed I could feel his hard on pressing against my back side. He gave me neck nibbles, while he fondled both my nips. Within seconds I was rock hard and weak in the knees. For nearly 10 minutes, he made love to my tits. His touch was gentle, his grip was light as he rolled my tits between his thumb and fingers. I was swooning, but he held me tight in his arms; eventually his grip intensified until he was placing a steady squeeze to my tits. He had me gasping and groaning. With one hand , he trailed it down my chest passed my belly, where he discovered my hard on. He gave my cock a few squeezes, then palmed my balls. He chuckled in my ear and thanked me for saving up my cum for this session. He could tell from the weight and how low they hung, that I'd been true to my word. He released my balls and returned both hands to my nipples. He asked me if was ready to leak for him, and before I could answer, he began firmly working my tits, hard squeezes, twisting tugs, combinations of rolling them around, while tugging, while squeezing. I was seeing stars,,waves of pleasure blinding me. ''Fuck, yes, harder, more, yes, oh fuck, more, yes.'' (i'm an articulate guy, but he reduced me to a trash talking tit pig). For another several minutes he expertly worked my nipples, varying the patterns but keeping the intensity on the high end for me. I don't know when it started but I noticed I had began to grind my butt against his hard on. He began to move in rhythm with me, pressing forward as I wiggled my ass backward. I've never been fucked, but I guess instinct was kicking in? He whispered in my ear that all this bumping and grinding might come back to haunt me. "Bring it on, bud,'' I told him. All's I know is I loved the nip tugs and the grinding just happened naturally. He eased the tit work back to a gentler pace. My breathing and groaning calmed down. He reached down to my cock, where he was pleased to find that it was fully upright, and there was also a long strand of clear ooze, stretching down several inches from my hard on. Until last week I never knew my cock could leak like this. I asked him if he could try to make me cum without his hands to my cock. For the second time that morning; a huge smile from ear to ear broke out across his face. He said, ''don't make your birthday wish till it's time to blow out the candle.'' He then half joked that he might have to raise the stakes because it takes a lot to get a guy to cum without touching his cock. I reminded him that I wanted to be pushed further, explore more and learn my physical limits, and hopefully expand them too.

Getting Tied
He went to the closet and pulled out four red boxes, wrapped in wide, beige colored ribbons and set them on the floor, near the bed. Then he asked me to get on the air mattress, positioning me on my hands and knees. While I was getting situated on the bed, he pulled out a full length mirror from the closet. He laid the mirror length-wise, sitting alongside the bed on a ledge that ran the along one of the walls about 3 feet above the level of the floor. I could now watch in the mirror, as he began to tie me. While he worked we re-confirmed our understanding that being scared is not something I would consider enjoyable. But that being erotically tortured, aching to cum is what I wanted to explore with my bondage play. I also let him know that it was important for me to know that he was having his fun too. Since he'd insisted on having a safe-word and time-out word in place, I let him know again that I trusted him to do whatever he wanted, and that IF he could get me to cum without using his hands on my dick, that would be a fantasy come true.

A few minutes later, he had tied my arms in such a way that my forearms were flush with the air mattress; with each wrist and elbow pinned down. My legs were tied down similarly; each ankle and knee were pinned down. Then he added ropes pulling each knee wide, tied off the sides of bed; with another rope that ran between both knees, pulled tight. This effectively made it impossible to wiggle my knees more than an inch in any direction. He then tied my elbows just like my knees, pulled to the sides of the bed, and pulled towards each other. Finally he ran one rope from my left knee to my left elbow, pulled taut. And again another rope pulled tight, running from my right elbow to my right knee. I gave a few tugs to test the ropes, while he twisted and pulled on my tenderized tits. My cock began twitching involuntarily. It felt amazing to be tied comfortably, securely and hardly able to budge.

At this point he began to re-impress upon me that the only way I could get him to stop or pause the scene was to use the pre-arranged safe-word and time-out word. If I forgot these 2 words and I were howling, screaming, begging, he would not stop the scene. So it was crucial that I remember these code words. I told him I understood, and confirmed that our safe-word would be ''red'' and our time-out word would be ''yellow.'' ''Fine,'' he said, ''that was the last time today I'll be asking if you remember our code words. Let's get your bondage birthday fun started.''

Then he pulled the first red box, near. As he untied the beige ribbon, I realized it was one of those stretchy cloth athletic bandages you use to wrap an ankle or elbow. Before he opened the box, he took that bandage and began to wrap my cock and balls snugly. When he was finished I could see that my balls were shoved together and being held about 2 inches down and away from my hard on. This ached a lot, but as he gently worked my tits, and as I groaned and tried to breathe through the ball pain, he told me that ''the hard on never lies.'' The pleasure he gave me from the nip work helped me adjust to the ball bondage. I gave a few flexes of my cock, which ached good in my balls. They were ready to draw up closer to my shaft and empty their five day load. But there were two little problems: the binding around them held them securely in place and I knew there was no way I was going to be getting off quickly.

He pointed to the clock on the wall and reminded me that we were now 45 minutes into our 3 hour minimum, 6 hour maximum bondage session. I already wanted to cum but was resolved to the possibility that I was about to get edged for as much as 5 more hours. But that didn't stop me from flexing my hips and cock, increasing the pressure to my full, aching balls. He sat down next to me and opened the first box to reveal an elaborate pair of tit clamps. They had white rubber nubs at the end of some curvy flat metal pincers, and they were not attached by a chain, (like the ones he had used on me last week) As he hummed the ''happy birthday'' tune, he placed the clamps on. They did not bite too hard, but he gave one of them a gentle tug, and it's grip intensified as more pressure was added to the tug! I gave him a confused look, while I hissed through my teeth. He smiled and as he palmed my ass, he explained that these were japanese clover style tit clamps; and yes they were designed to bite harder and harder, when tugged. To which I replied, whistling the last few notes of the ''happy birthday'' tune...'' happy birthday to me.''

Birthday Box #2
He chuckled, let me know he appreciated that I was cool with keeping the scene playful, and placed the second box on the bed. After it was unwrapped he removed from the box a nylon hood, and a gag with an obscenely large bulbous leather plug. He showed me that the hood had no mouth, nose or eye holes, and reassured me that the hood is very breath-able. Seeing these gave me a rush of excitement, and a bit of fear too. He saw the look of concern registering on my face and as he rubbed his hand firmly across my butt, he told me to ask for the gag, when I felt ready, and that once I asked for the gag, the hood would be put on me too.

''Ask for the gag?'' hmm weird I thought. Then he surprised me by shifting his caresses to a firm open handed slapping on my ass,,,SMACKK! "One, SMACKK!, Two, SMACKK!, Three.... every couple of seconds he paddled my butt, every third or fourth smack I noticed the intensity of the paddling was getting tougher. By the time he had gotten up to 15 smacks, my butt was stinging and I had broken out into a light sweat, trying to handle the ''birthday licks.'' I was fighting hard to hold back the screams, but as we got up past 20 swats, the groans were irrepressible. ''SMACKK! Twenty-two, SMACKK!!!! Twenty-three, SMACKK!! Twenty-four,,,,,SMACKK!!!!! and one to grow on.''

I was breathing heavily, sweat dripping off my forehead and backside; I checked the clock: we were one hour into the session. One down, ?five to go, gulp.

''Good boy,'' he said, as he tugged on my raging hard-on, ''you handled that like a veteran pain pig.''
Without thinking I blurted out, ''Thank you Sir.'' I don't think of myself as one of those Sir/boy kind of guys, but knowing that he was pleased seeing me ache; I found myself wanting to take more more more and become this guy's bondage play toy.

Birthday Box #3
Turning his attention from my red, throbbing ass, he brought the third box onto the bed, unwrapped the athletic bandage bow and revealed 3 items: a silver rod about the size of a 10 inch taper candle, and one of those hand held neck/back/shoulder massagers. Both had cords that plugged into an electric outlet. And finally he showed me a leather strap with a D-ring attached. The strap looked to be about 3/4 inch wide and 2 feet long.
He laid these items out, then took the tit clamps off. Again he reminded me that he wanted to see me in a gag, but would not use it on my unless I asked for it. He let me know that when he gags a guy, he intends erotically torture the guy till the gag is a necessity. (Till I'm screaming, I thought) He pinched my tits, which were ultra sensitive now, and after a few minutes, my cock began to drool, leaking pre-cum freely. My tits have always been a hot button for me, but wow, this guy knows exactly what he's doing when it comes to tit play. I was gasping and growling and I knew he was trying to get me to scream and beg to be gagged. "Fuck yeah,tug 'em, hurt 'em , shirt, yeah, oh fuck.'' I was loving it, bound well, and my tits were getting worked on like I'd never known before.

After a few long minutes, I let him know that I wasn't quite ready to be screaming into a gag, so he eased off my tits. I told him to keep the gag nearby, and that I wanted to make him proud. He reminded me that we still had 4 and half hours; plenty of time, plenty of time. From there he squeezed my leaking hard-on a minute, then he grabbed the athletic bandages from the 2nd and 3rd boxes, and tied them end to end. He took one end and laced in through the bandage that was already wrapped around my balls. Then from what I could see in the mirror, he stood up reaching to what I guessed was an eye-hook in the ceiling. He ran the free end of the stretchy bandage through the eye-hook. Carefully he pulled the free end of back down through and down till my balls were tugged back, pressed solidly against that spot between the base of my cock and my butt hole.

He asked if I needed any help taking my mind off my aching balls. I learned in our first meeting this meant he was going to take my mind off of one pain, by giving me another pain. I thought for a few seconds, then said, ''Please Sir, use me any way you see fit.'' To which he replied, ''in that case, I want to hurt gradually, you till you cum.'' ''We have about 4 and a half hours left. If you cum quickly, you will be left tied up and milked with no mercy for the remainder of our time.'' ''If you are about to cum, tell me, and I will ease up and keep you on the edge.'' ''Do you understand me, boy.''
''Oh God yes, I'll try to please you Sir.'' ''This is fucking amazing,Sir, Thank you, thank you.''
He said, ''When we get to the point where you are ready and ask for the gag, we're going to need to have a time-out signal and safe-signal, since you won't be able to speak. The time-out signal will be 3 rapid, short grunts and the safe-signal will be 2 rapid short grunts. Got it?'' he asked. I answered, ''yep, if I'm about to cum before you say its ok, I'll grunt 3 times, and 2 grunts means HELP untie me, we're done.''
The idea of being gagged was hot, but it also meant giving up another bit of control, and of course being hooded meant even more control would be given away. The gag obviously stops you from speaking, but the hood takes away the ability to use facial expressions. As I was mulling this over, he put the tit clamps back on, then began paddling my butt again, with his hand. My ass was stinging, and with every swat of his hand, my bound balls were vibrating because they were bound and tugged between my legs. I quickly learned to keep my butt as still as possible. Any struggling to avoid the spanking would only tug my balls which were being stretched upwards,tied off to the eye-hook in the ceiling. By the time he had counted off 10 smacks, I was yelping loudly. Somewhere around 15, I noticed gobs of pre-cum gushing out of my cock and when he counted off 20 smacks, I thought if I asked for the gag I could buy some time, since he'd have to stop paddling me to put the gag on.
"Gag me, gag me please,Sir!!'' I hollered. And he just kept counting off the smacks , 21,,22,,23,,, GAG ME PLEASE SIR,PLEAZZZZZE!!!"
After the 24th smack, plus ''one to grow on,'' I was gasping bathed in sweat, and my butt cheeks felt like they were on fire. Relieved that the paddling had stopped. He dabbed my forehead with a hand towel, then smiled and said,''your wish is my command,'' as he proceeded to put the gag in. MMpphhh,mmphh , mmmmmmppphhh, this gag filled my mouth completely. I tried to shove the leather bulb out of my mouth,but he had strapped the gag in securely. Next came the nylon hood, which fit like a glove and as promised, I could breathe easily enough. Truth be told, the nylon hood is semi-see-through. I could make out dark and light, I could see him approaching, but I couldn't see much detail of anything. I'm sure he knew. He asked me to demonstrate the safe-signal, to which I snorted 2 quick grunts; and the time-out signal, 3 quick grunts I replied. "Very good, do you understand that any other noises you make or struggles will not get me to stop torturing you? Only the time-out, or safe-signal will get me to stop torturing you.'' I nodded yes, and mumbled an ''uh huh, mmmpphhh,mmmppphh. (yes Sir)''

Next I heard him fiddling with the air mattress, and heard a snap,then the hiss of air escaping. I realized he had opened the air release valve and as the mattress deflated, I felt my balls getting tugged even farther. I began to struggle and holler in the gag, but trusted him enough that I did not want to use our time-out signal. Mentally I was momentarily relieved when I heard him snap the valve closed on the air mattress. Physically however, My balls my balls my balls(mmpph mmpphh mmmpphhh) He moved quickly and I felt him fidgeting with the clover tit clamps. But all I could think about: My balls my balls my balls (mmpphh mmpphh mmmmppphhhh)

He told me how amazing I looked, aching,leaking, rock hard. I glanced to the mirror and could just make out my reflection...bound,gagged,hooded, I could also see the reflection of my hard on hanging down. I could hear him doing something again with the air mattress. The compressor turned back on, and thank goodness, I felt the pressure on my balls ease up as the mattress reinflated. The pain in my balls eased to something more bearable but I quickly realized there was a growing tug and biting sensation on my tits!! Shit, he must have tied off the tit clamps so that as the mattress rose upwards, my tits got tugged. I tried to lower my chest and lift my butt high in a futile effort to find some relief.

For the next several minutes, he alternated between jerking himself off at the sight of me, paddling my butt, partially deflating, and reinflating the air mattress. I loved knowing that seeing me tied up and suffering makes him hard. Now that I was hooded, I could not clearly see the time, but I guessed that at this point I had four hours of birthday bondage to go. And all I could do was leak precum from my hard on, and mumble muffled groans through the gag as he slowly stroked my dick with one hand, and began paddling my ass with his other hand.

Part 2 soon to follow