Scotts Second Time part 2

Author: MuslboundSF
Title: Scott's Second Time, part 2
Date: 04 August 2007

SCOTT'S SECOND SESSION, part 2
-- a bondage boy's coming of age
by MuslboundSF, San Francisco Aug 3, 2007
(muslboundil on yahoo messenger)

So here is the second half of Scott's birthday bondage session. We were one hour into what we had agreed would be a minimum 3 hour, maximum 6 hour bondage scene. After we go into it, Scott eventually asked me to use him in any way I wanted. So I let him know I planned to keep him restrained and edged for the full 6 hours, for my amusement. Safe-signal: 2 quick grunts and time-out signal: 3 quick grunts were agreed upon and in place should we need them.

I had him bound on his hands and knees, gagged, wearing a stretchy nylon hood, ass up. I had his balls bound and tugged up to an eye-hook in the ceiling, while his tits were in Japanese clover clamps, each clamp then tied off, pulled down to the mattress beneath his chest. He was on top of an air mattress and I was using air compressor to partially deflate and fully re-inflate the mattress. As the mattress deflated, Scott's cum filled balls were tugged upwards; but the pressure on his clamped tits was lessened. And of course, when I re-inflated the air mattress, the pressure on his balls eased, as the tug on his tits increased.

It was amazing to see my bondage boy toy struggling to find a comfortable position; humping his ass upwards, bowing his head lower while groaning and growling through the plug gag, turning his hooded face in my general direction, practically begging to be fucked. Now he knows I never have anal sex with my bondage buds, and he'd told me he'd never been fucked. But earlier in this scene I stood behind him to work his tits, and in response he began grinding his ass into my hard on. While this was going on he asked if I could try to get him off without my hands on his cock. I let him know that it was do-able but that I would have to work him over pretty severely; and without missing a beat, he told me to bring it on. This was a welcome surprise, and I immediately knew what direction I would go with this request. I'd combine his fuck-lust with his request to be forced into a hands-free orgasm. **(I enjoy bondage sessions that unfold spontaneously. And while I had planned ahead for this birthday themed session, with the bondage toys wrapped in four red boxes, and I planned to use an air mattress plus the position I'd tie him in. As a top I am ready to do the bulk of the steering, but I'm always open to a bondage bud's needs so long as he expresses where he'd like to go in the scene. I prefer a go with the flow attitude rather than play acting through some fantasy script, where I do this and you say that, then I'll do this and you do that; zzz).

So those were some of my thoughts as I had this eager, adventurous guy bound up beside me. His cock was rock hard and leaking profusely, and for the third time in an hour I was warming his ass with an open handed spanking. Every move he made was felt in his bound balls and clamped/tugged tits. He had followed my instructions before we met, and had held off cumming for the 5 days prior to this session. Scott had just turned 24, he's a very fit, blonde, baby faced, beefy buck, and judging from how much pre-cum was leaking out of his cock, this guy was already desperate to get off. (his moans and groans and pleading through the gag were also big hints)
I'll return the story telling to Scott, and the e-mail he sent me.

Part 2
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.

SMACKK! 22, SMACKK! 23, SMACKK! 24....SMACKKKK!!! and one to grow on.
''Grunt Grunt Grunt,'' I gave him the time-out signal. I was so close to cumming, if he'd have spanked me for another 5 seconds, I'd have shot off. I was shocked that the combination of stimulation between the spanking, and the nip tugs and ball tugs brought me so close to cumming. True I also had 5 days worth of cum saved up, but every time his hand hit my butt, the impact would also jiggle my tightly tied balls, and make my cock tremble.

He leaned over and told me I was good boy for signaling him. He let me know that I still had 3 hours 45 minutes left on the clock, and reminded me that if I get off before then, he would milk me mercilessly for the remainder of our time together. I groaned my understanding through the gag while I nodded my head at him.

Box #4
Through the nylon hood I watched his shadowy image walk around the bed. He leaned over and picked up the final red box wrapped in the now familiar stretchy cloth athletic bandage. He sat the box near my hand and I turned my head towards it. He chuckled a bit, as he unwrapped the bandage from around the box. I made a few grunts indicating I was curious what was coming. He patted me on the head, and said, ''you'll see, or then again....you won't.'' Leaving the box closed he took the bandage and wrapped it a few times around my head, tying it in place snugly over my eyes! I grunted and sighed, now I was blindfolded and my ears perked up, listening for any clues as to what he was up to next.

He began running his hands across my back, down to my still tender butt, around to the front side of my inner thighs, up to my belly, his touch was light and tender, giving me a few goose bumps. He rolled his hands from my belly up to my sides and back. Then he gave me a nice back/shoulder rub for a few minutes. Again with the goose bumps, I groaned my appreciation. His hands trailed towards my clamped tits, and he began to make circling patterns around the area of skin that was being tugged downwards. He slowly pressed his fingers upwards into the skin of my tugged tits. I let him know as best I could that this hurt me good. He then removed the tit clamps quickly, and continued pressing his fingers deeply into my tits. For a good ten seconds all I could do was howl into the gag as the pain in my tits sent shock waves through my entire body. My struggling was limited, any big moves would only punish my balls that were still being pulled upwards to the ceiling. Eventually the tit work turned from pain to pleasure, and my attention turned back to my cock. I could feel it rock hard, hanging down beneath me, twitching with every tug or twist my tits received. I was incredibly horned up, and instinctively began humping my ass trying to fuck the air, in response to the tit work that had me purring through the gag. But every time I moved, tugs on my balls would stop me in my tracks. My purrs would change to growls and back again. This must have continued for at least 10 minutes; all the while he was chuckling at my struggles to cope with the tit teasing and the ball tugs that were simultaneously torturous and pleasurable. He told me periodically how much fun he was having with his toy. Then to my surprise he told me we only had 3 hours left!! What I had thought was only 10 minutes of tit luvvin and ball tugs was really closer to 45 minutes.

3 Hours In, 3 Hours To Go
Next I felt him standing on the bed behind me and after a few seconds the tug on my balls eased off. I could tell he had untied the end bandages that had been tugging them upwards to the ceiling, but he left the other end laced through the bindings around my balls. Mmmpphhh mmmppphh mmpphhh(thank you,Sir) It was a big relief when he gave me a break from the ball tugs and tit clamps.

He sat next to me and I could hear that he was fumbling through the night stand next to the bed. He closed the drawer and explained that this next step was a direct response to my ''birthday wish.'' I nodded and gave him an ''uh huh,'' as I remembered how I let him know it would be great if he could force me to orgasm without stroking me off. I could hear that he was fidgeting with something, then I heard a few snaps like a bottle cap popping open and shut. He returned to gripping one of my tits gently but as I breathed in deeply, I noticed an odd smell, which quickly left me feeling warm all over, and made my cock stiffen to a whole new level of rock hard. The smell disappeared after a few seconds and he asked me if I recognized the poppers. I shook my head no, to which he asked if the poppers made me feel even hornier than before. Big Big nods, yes, I gave in response.

He gripped my nipple gently rolling it between his thumb and fingers, and again I smelled the poppers as another deeper wave of warmth and arousal passed through me. He released my tit, and after a few seconds of moving things around on the night stand, I heard him pop open another cap, ''lube,'' he announced. Oooh, good, I thought he was going to work on my cock, but to my surprise, I felt a cool glob of lube fall right on top of my ass crack!! And in the same instant before I could even mumble my confusion, he had laid his hand on my butt, with his middle finger pressing ever so gently between my butt cheeks. mmmppffhhh mmmppfffhhh (oh shit oh shit) I'd never had anything up my butt, and for a flash I was scared.

Then his finger spread the lube back and forth across my hole, I smelled the poppers again, and as the waves of warmth took hold, he explained to me that he had fitted a latex glove onto his hand. ''Hands free orgasm, right?,'' he chirped. I nodded in agreement, as the poppers worked their magic and I felt his finger probing against my hole. It surprisingly felt pleasurable, as I shook my head yes indicating that he was onto something good here. He just held his finger right up against my hole and began to pulsate it,,twitching it against my butt. In less than a minute, my fear had shifted to a desperate need to have my butt fucked. I know this guy never fucks his buds, but wow, he had me revved up and ready for it. I hoped he had something in mind that would scratch this itch I never knew I had. Since I couldn't ask what was next, I just continued showing my appreciation, cooing through the gag,nodding my head yes yes yes and rocking my butt up against his finger, which continued to press right up against my hole with that pulsating motion driving me crazy.

As he continued teasing my butt hole, I felt him reach around and grip one of my tits. Gently but then more insistently he gripped it, and for a few seconds he was working that sucker hard. When he let go of my tit, a few moments passed then when I pressed my butt back against his hand, I realized his finger was now inside my hole; gently slipping in and out as I rocked my hips! He snuck his finger inside me, while masking the invasion with the pain of the tit tugs. I began to rock even harder now, MMmmm MMmmmm mmmmmmmm, I nodded letting him know I was loving this finger fuck. And for god only know how long, he let me explore this new territory at my pace. Leaving his finger in place, I felt his weight shifting beside me as he reached for something, while I continued to rock my butt against his hand and finger inside of me.

Then the smell of poppers again, and he shifted the angle of his finger and began pressing his hand into the rocking motion of my hips. This new angle of penetration put his finger in direct contact with my prostate. After only a few massaging rubs, I felt a new sensation, like I had to almost pee, but not quite....
and then,, GRUNT-GRUNT-GRUNT time out!! I was about to cum, but without his permission I knew I would be punished with a torture milking for the next 2+ hours.

He must have expected this was coming because I was only half way through the three grunts, and he had already removed his finger from my prostate. I had read that a good prostate rub could get a guy to shoot off, but I was surprised at how quickly it had worked on me. He rubbed my shoulders for a couple of minutes, telling me I was a fun bondage toy, a good bondage pig. He then released my balls from the bandage. I could feel my hard on go down and how heavy my balls felt. They must have been swollen full of cum at this point because I was fully aware of their heftiness hanging freely between my legs. He asked if I needed to pee. And now that he asked, I realized yes I did, so I nodded. I heard him walk to the closet and come back to me. He told me he was a holding a bedpan in position and to ''go for it.''

With that business out of the way, he said for me not to go anywhere and that he'd be right back after he took care of the bedpan. mmppffhh, mmppffhh (no prob), I replied. Left to my thoughts for a few minutes, I realized I had been tied up and gagged for over 2 hours. My jaw was achy from the gag, my arms, legs, knees and back were a little sore or stiff. Nothing too bad, nothing I couldn't handle. Then I started thinking about how it felt when he used the nip tugs to sneak his finger inside me. I smiled thinking about how he spanked my butt till he had me screaming to be gagged. Twice now he had me on the brink of cumming, both times his hands were nowhere near my cock. And on cue, my dick started to get hard.

The Home Stretch; 2 Hours Left
By the time he returned he found me fully aroused and ready for more edging. I turned my head in his general direction, then looked down towards my dick. ''Yes yes, I see I see. You should be proud. You're tied up, you're rock hard and woof you look hot.'' '' And we still have the stuff in this 4th box that we've yet to use, Oh we also have just about 2 hours, so you're in the home stretch.''

As he was talking he had began to wrap my cock and balls in one of those bandages again. Then he reminded me about the contents of Box #3; the leather strap with the D-ring. He wrapped it around my forehead, situating the D-ring so that it rested facing front-wards, and buckled the strap in place. He asked me if I remembered what else was in the third box. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded yes, then no. I recognized the plug in massager that is about 18'' inches long, with a big knob at the end, but not the silver rod thing. It also had a cord but looked like a taper candle without a wick. He chuckled and realized I was confused, so he explained that yes, one of the items is a handheld massager. And the silver rod thing, was a dildo. Mmpphhh-mmmpph-MMpphhh(Oh-my-God) A plug in dildo?

My mind raced ahead. If he put a vibrating dildo inside me....I lasted only 15 seconds, earlier when his finger barely touched my prostate,,,,I had 2 hours to go in the session and if I couldn't hold off cumming,,,shit, fuck, what if I cum after a minute with that thing inside me, he'd leave me with the dildo buzzing for another 2 hours? I shifted in the restraints, snorted a few times through my nose, then nodded a few times, indicating that I was willing to try.

He patted me on the head, told me he'd be right there with me, and that he was proud I was willing to give him a good show. I heard him a few feet away near the wall, then I heard a click, followed by a high pitched buzz; that must have been the dildo. Then another click, followed by a deeper louder stronger buzz; that was obviously the massager. He shut them off, then I felt him lay both on the bed. He rubbed my shoulders before reaching underneath to my chest, where he fondled my tits. After some tugs and twists, he put the tit clamps back on.

Next he tied both the tit clamps to the D-ring strapped to my forehead; then he pushed my chin up while pushing my forehead back. That slight nod tugged my tits, and I grunted my understanding of the situation to him. He then laced and end of one of the unused bandages through the one that was already wrapped snugly around my balls. He took both loose end and pulled them over my back, pulling them through the D-ring on my forehead. He gently but firmly took the slack out of the stretchy bandage, and in doing so began to stretch my balls back and up against that area between my legs and butt hole. When he finished tying that off, I began to move my head, testing to see if there was a position that eased enough pressure off my tits and balls.....no such luck. Holding my head still, facing straight ahead did not work. In that position both my tits and balls were being pulled too much for me to stay still. The best compromise I could come up with was to slowly nod my head up and down, which resulted in a steady supply of tit tugs and ball crushing; teeter tottering back and forth, again and again.

My mentor taunted, ''are you enjoying your belated birthday gift?'' I rolled my eyes to scoff, not that it did any good under that hood. So I snorted and growled, knowing that all I could do was to keep nodding my head in a futile effort to cope with the cbt and tt. ''Good, excellent. I see you're nodding yes, and your cock is still hard and leaking. I'm glad to see you're having fun too.'' Something inside me switched over and I began to dig deep and fight the pain I was forced to inflict on myself. I was breathing heavily, grunting and groaning, while I ironically kept nodding my head, yes yes yes. He told me that he was going to sit back and watch me struggle for about half an hour, while he jerked himself off a couple of times. He asked if I was Ok with that, then chuckled as I groaned, and nodded my head over and over again. ''Ah yes, of course you're ok with it, thanks for being a good sport.'' And he slapped me on the ass a few times before he stepped away and I assume began jerking himself off.

I settled into a rhythm of breathing deep while nodding my head and I tried to work my way through the pain. Eventually I was able to acclimate to the sensations and I'm not sure if the pain lessened or I just got used to it's constant drone. And for the next half hour I tortured myself in this bondage predicament he had put me in. Finally he announced that the half hour had passed, and that watching his ''bondage toy'' in action was ''hot as hell.'' He removed the tit clamps, and instead of groping my nips, he gripped my cock in one hand, and began to rub his gloved hand against my butt crack. After the cbt and tt teeter totter action, the hand job and hole rub was such a welcome relief. Before long he had slipped his finger in but he took care to steer clear of my prostate. And for the next half hour, he edged me over and over. Three or four times I had to give him the 3 grunt/time out signal to avoid shooting off. His finger never stopped slipping in and out of my butt, but when I'd give him the time out grunts, he would let go of my cock and immediately start working on one of my nips until he thought it was safe to return his attention to my dick. My balls were still bound and they were hurting not from the pressure of the bondage, but from the pressure of all that cum stored up inside.

T-minus, One Hour
He announced we had entered into our final hour and that he was ready to grant my birthday wish and get me off, ''hands free.'' My moaning intensified to begs and pleading, and I was shamelessly humping my hips, trying to fuck the air. He slipped his finger out of my butt and without missing a beat, he slipped the dildo in. I was surprised at how easily I took it. He let me know that I now had the green light to get off at any time, but the longer I held off cumming, the less milking he would put me through. ''Huh??'' I mumbled.

''Here's what I mean,'' he explained, ''If you hold off cumming for the next 50 minutes, I'll only milk you for an extra ten seconds. But if you cum in the next five minutes, I'm going to continue to milk you for say, another ten minutes.'' ''Do you understand, that once we get into milking you, the time-out signal is a moot point?'' ''No more time outs, got it?'' I understood, but at this point I was so crazy with need that I didn't care if he milked me for another hour; I just had to get off. I nodded that I understood then he flipped a switch and the dildo began humming inside me. It felt pretty good but I guess it wasn't making direct contact with my prostate and after a couple of minutes I was rocking my hips again, trying to get myself close to cumming. Then he told me it was time to reveal to me the contents of the 4th red box. I could hear him shuffling things around, then I hard a scratch scratch scratch....sulfur! he'd struck a match and I smelled the smoke after he'd blown out the match.

He began to sing happy birthday to me, and then I felt something hot hitting me in the small of my back,,yeowww, I yelped. Wax?!!, he had lit a candle and was dripping wax randomly on my back. I thought it was a cute gesture, more than anything else. It didn't really hurt, but I appreciated the sentiment. He told me later that he was holding the candle high above me, giving the wax a little chance to cool down a touch before it hit the mark.

50 Minutes and Counting
He congratulated me on lasting 10 minutes with the dildo buzzing inside of me, then he flipped a switch which turned it off. Next I felt him messing with my cock. He was wrapping something against it with one of the elastic bandages. It was the massager! After he'd secured it against my cock, he lifted the massager up against my belly where he used the remaining length of the stretchy bandage to tie it off, against my stomach. Now my cock was pinned in place between my body and the massager. I expected he was going to turn it on now, and I heard him flip a switch but to my surprise, the dildo hummed back to life again. Then he gripped my tits and began working them some more. I could feel my cock twitching , held against my belly by the massager. For the next several minutes, he worked my nipples in varying patterns of tugs and twists, pinches, flicks. I was reacting to his touch and showing him when a certain amount of pressure felt amazing, I'd totally nod and plead and beg for him to keep it up...he was inching me closer and closer to my orgasm. He began coaxing me to cum, letting me know that he was rock hard too, watching me fight to cum.

40 Minutes
The entire time he was working my nips I was groaning and flexing my hips, while the dildo started to created that same urge I had earlier, like I had to pee. This only encouraged me to keep fighting the ropes and fucking the air. With 40 minutes to go, he let go of my tits and snapped the nip clamps back in place. Then I heard another click of a switch and that massager buzzed to life. And that's when I knew it was up to me to decide when I was going to cum. I was trying to think rationally, but I needed to shoot off so bad. While I was trying to imagine the torture of being milked, he took the nip clamps in his grip and began to toy with them. And that did it,,,''fuck it'' I thought, ''I'm going for it.''

I began grunting in the gag, ok ok ok and nodding my head to show him I was starting my sprint for the finish line. He flipped a switch and the dildo kicked into a higher gear....fuck me fuck me god yes fuck me. He told me I had 35 minutes left. And as he worked the tit clamps and the dildo was closer to hitting its mark, the massager was dragging me kicking and screaming towards the edge. Every muscle in my body was tensing up, and he was saying things like, damn you look hot, tied up, piece of meat, jock boy struggling hard to cum. Cum for me now boy, and I'll torture the cum out of you for another 5 minutes. OK OK OK, I grunted and heaved, bucking in the tight ropes, he flipped a switch on the massager this time, and it revved into a higher gear, and he tugged on the tit clamps a little harder. ''Do it boy, make me proud.''

And with that I felt my balls trying to pull up to my shaft, but the bondage wrap help them down and away. They were aching but they would not be denied this time. And I fucked through the pain and felt the semen come rushing up, painfully ripped out of my balls and then spewing out in gushes. This is without question the most earth shattering orgasm I've ever had. Everything faded away, the pain, the ropes, that damn jaw wrenching gag. Wave after wave of relief washed over me as my balls squeezed out what proved to be a hefty load of cum.

Slowly at first I realized I was back in my body, tied up, and that massager was still buzzing away. My oohs and ahh's shifted over into groans and howls. Now my cock was hyper sensitive after cumming, and as promised, he began to torture me with the milking. He removed the dildo and slipped his finger in and began rubbing my prostate and then he flipped some switch on the massager, which sent it into some ridiculous high energy assault on my dick.

Now I was truly screaming and fighting in the ropes and there was nothing I could do to stop it, no more time outs. Oh yes there was, the safe-signal! ''Grunt-Grunt-Grunt.....'' I felt another load of cum churning in my guts and I just wanted this to end. Maybe he didn't catch the signal in all the commotion; so again I grunted 3 times. Then it happened and the second orgasm washed over me, it was almost as strong as the first. I saw stars, and time stood still, but I soon came crashing back into reality. The massager was relentless, and he kept rubbing his fuck finger right up against my hot spot up my butt. He told me to hang in there for 2 more minutes; but I barely understood the words. I had been transformed into some cum spewing crazed animal; bound, gagged, struggling mightily. I started the 3 grunt series,, over and over and over. I would panic and grunt 3 times. But he wouldn't stop the pleasure torture and for the next two minutes I grunted: no no no,, no no no, no no no. And he just said stuff like,,''Jesus Christ, this is fucking amazing. Yeah boy, fight the ropes, can you cum again for me?'' While a third load of cum was ripped out of me in less than five minutes.

I was exhausted, my arms and legs were quivering, he turned the massager off, I was mumbling through the gag ''no no no'' ''no no no.'' He unwrapped the blindfold and told me to keep my eyes closed till they adjusted to the light. All I could mumble in the gag was ''no no no.'' I just wanted to be untied so that I could collapse. He ripped the hood off, removed the gag, and as he moved to untie me, I asked him, ''why didn't you stop when I gave you the safe-signal, over and over and over I kept grunting at you 3 times.''

''Silly boy, the time-out signal was 3 grunts, the safe-signal was 2 grunts.''

"Fuck me,'' I sighed. "Boy I think I just did,'' he quipped.

He finished untying me, gave me a big glass of water, and I took a tired shower. I felt a little embarrassed about getting the signals crossed, but it was a lesson well learned. This was definitely a birthday I will remember. I asked to be pushed harder and farther; the 5 hours of bondage was tough, but cumming 3 times in 5 minutes, I don't think I'll repeat that feat any time soon. On the walk home I grabbed a couple of slices of pizza, and by the time I got home, I was ready to crawl back in bed for a nice long nap.

We're looking forward to our 3rd play date, but for the next few weeks, we both have busy schedules. I didn't get to blow out the candles and make a wish, but thats ok, I really don't know what to wish for. Maybe electro or sounds, or bound/displayed on webcam? But I'm sure I'll think of something by the time we set up our next date. And I've got plenty of birthday memories to keep my imagination running till we can meet up again.