Small Town Part 1

Author: steelbelted
Title: Small Town: Part 1
Date: 25 November 2015

When you have an intense love of heavy and confining bondage it can be difficult to find play partners when you live in a rural area. I first discovered my love of bondage when I was in college. At the time I was still discovering my sexuality and myself. I considered myself asexual except for when it came to bondage. While in bondage I immediately wanted to get fucked or jerked off or the exact opposite, kept in chastity.

Again, living where I do, it is hard to find others with my interests. There are plenty of gay men in the area however, they just want a quick blowjob or a boy to fuck and then move on. That’s not my style. To make it worse, my only interest in bondage is heavy and confining bondage. Simple rope bondage or a pair of handcuffs did nothing for me.

With that being said, I’m a gay guy, I love heavy and confining bondage AND I live in a rural area. Needless to say, I don’t get to play a lot.

In order to find a Sir or a Daddy, I have been on the popular dating apps for years. I have met some great men and have acquaintances all around the country. But my play dates have been few and far between. When I do get to play the bondage is unfulfilling. As a result, I updated all of my profiles that said I was looking for a man that would keep me as a chastity belted gimp as much of the time as possible. I wanted to be kept as a faceless slave, a boy that had no identity.

Perhaps I didn’t articulate myself well in these profiles. My lack of attention to detail would soon backfire and cause me to regret ever going online.

My town is a small town but has many amenities. Shopping, major chain restaurants, etc. Main Street is wonderful place where many tourists come to experience small town life. I was out for a walk one day and enjoying the day. I noticed a handsome guy on his phone standing out in front of one of the more popular stores. He looked up at me and smiled. I was listening to music and didn’t think much of it as I kept on walking. On my return trip, the same man was in the same general area and still looking at his phone. This man was clearly older than me, salt and pepper hair, short, almost military style haircut; he was stocky but not too stocky. He was maybe 6 feet tall and about 220 pounds. I would guess that my quick assessment of him had him at about 50 years of age.

As I approach him, the man steps in front of me and I can sort of hear him say, “Excuse me.” I pause the music on my iPod and take out my ear buds. The man then pauses and almost in a creepy way, just stares at me. It was almost as if he was sizing me up with his eyes.

“Yes, can I help you?”

At this point the man looks at his phone and then holds up the screen to me and says, “Is this you?”

Now this is the first time I have ever had someone approach me and acknowledge my fetish accounts in person. It was a bit shocking at first. Not that I wasn’t out of the closet, but I don’t tend to make a big deal of my fetish interests.

I take a beat and then I realize that the profile is indeed mine and reply, “Yeees. That’s me. How would you ever have guessed? “

“Well, you’ve been feet away from me for the past hour or so. Then when I saw your face, it wasn’t hard to match up with one of your profile pics you have on your profile. Speaking of which, it is rather detailed. I like your interests. We share the same ones.”

My gut reaction is to log into the same app and see who he is after all; his profile will come into the recent viewers list. As I do so, the man puts his hand on mine and lowers my hands.

“Don’t stress. I’m sorry, this was a bit abrupt and I apologize. But I might be able to help you out. I just got into town and was taking in the sites as I make my way home from a road trip vacation. My motor home is down there.”

The man points down the street and I do recall seeing a very large motorhome parked on the side of Main Street with out of state plates.

The man continued, “My name is Tom. I saw some benches down the street; can we go there and talk? By the looks of your shorts, I’m guessing you’re not totally against the idea.”

Now, my body had betrayed me. Clearly I found this man attractive and my dick just told stranger all about it. I covered my dick with my hands and took a bit embarrassed gulp and said, “Sure. My name is Dan.”

“It is good to meet you Dan. Let’s go,” as he shakes my hand. The man has a strong grip.

We walk the short distance and we sit down on the public benches. After a brief pause he begins to talk since I was still too embarrassed to talk.

“Just hear me out. Like I said we have the same interests. I however, enjoy being the Dad or Sir and keeping a boy in the bondage you seem to desire. In fact I have all the gear you have expressed interest in trying out.”

Tom pauses and continues to stare and smile at me.

“In fact I have a boy wearing gear that would probably meet your interests right now in my motorhome.”

The shock of interest and reality continued to set it. He has a boy wearing this type of gear right now? Wow, I’d love to see that.

“Would you like to see him?” Tom replied.

Was this guy reading my mind?

“Of course I would.” I said.

“Well then boy, follow me.”

He didn’t have to ask twice.