Yard Sale Part 1

Author: steelbelted
Title: Yard Sale Part 1
Date: 16 July 2014

I was new to town and hadn’t met anyone outside of my new job. I relocated here from a couple hours away. Although I knew the area, I didn’t really know it. Since it was the weekend, I decided to get out and about and explore.

My excursion took me down a few back roads, well off of the main highway. Along the way, I came across a few signs directing me to a yard sale. I figured it could be a great way to kill some time and you never know…you can find some great deals at a yard sale. Not far up the road, I saw a larger sign indicating that this was the place. I pulled over and parked….and headed up the driveway. The driveway wasn’t long but lead to a beautiful and large ranch home. There was a privacy fence around the property. Clearly, the homeowner wanted to keep their back yard private. The nearest neighbor was more than a few hundred feet down the road.

No one was manning the sale, perhaps due to the remote location and lack of customers. I assumed someone would be out upon hearing me pull up. So I started to browse and found the usual items that find their way to yard sale tables. A milk crate of records caught my eye and I began to thumb through them when I heard a deep, “hello there…” bellow from the garage. I looked up and saw a built man, about 6’3” and around 240 pounds. It was clear he had taken good care of himself over the years. His hair was short and kept, some hints of salt and pepper in his well-trimmed goatee. His clothes showed that he had been working around the house…as he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt for this warm, July day.

“I’m surprised I got someone to come visit me…. you’re the first person I’ve seen all day.”

“Well, it wasn’t hard to find…I don’t know why you haven’t had other customers. I’m new to the area…and I got here pretty easy.”

“You’re new here?”

“Well, yes. I’m from up state…I just took a job near by. I was out exploring and well….followed the signs.”

“Good…good,” he replied…”I’m glad you stopped in. Take a look at all I have…and let give me a shout if you have any questions. I was doing some work inside…and was right in the middle of something. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Sounds good,” I replied.

After a few minutes I had finished thumbing through the records and kept moving down the tables. Then at the end of this one table…I had saw some things that you don’t normally see at a yard sale.

I moved in closer and realized I wasn’t dreaming…I was in fact looking at a small lot of bondage gear. I had been a fan of bondage for years upon years. But living in the state that I do, never found anyone who was into it. I was forced to travel for play or just repress my interests due to lack of activity. So seeing gear that wasn’t mine was a rarity and I immediately grew excited. I was going to have difficulty hiding my excitement from the homeowner when he came back out.

On the table were a few pairs of handcuffs, a couple of heavy duty looking leather hoods and some rubber suits. Clearly, this gear didn’t fit on the man I just saw. Well, the cuffs are pretty versatile, but that man was huge, these hoods and rubber pieces were not made for that man.

I had picked up the cuffs and was playing with them by ratcheting the cuff through the strands. I must have done that 15 to 20 times when I heard…

“See something you like…boy?”

I looked up and saw the homeowner…he had approached the table with a wide grin on his face.

I was slightly stammering…”I do Sir. I never would have thought I would see bondage gear at a typical yard sale though.”

“Well, I’m new in town myself…and you never know whom you might get…so I figured what the heck. I’m secure in my interests and sexuality so I don’t care who I offend along the way. If someone else came by and didn’t like what they saw…they could just hit the road.”

“That makes sense, I told him. It’s a shame other than these cuffs…none of the gear you’re selling would fit me though.”

“You are a bit of a stocky boy. At this point he came around the other side of the table where I was and pinched my love handles….I haven’t had to buy gear for a boy your size in a long time.”

At that point, he grabbed the handcuffs out of my hands and before I had a chance to say anything…he had ratcheted them on one wrist and spun me around and cuffed the other wrist.

“Boy…it looks like I need to close my yard sale early.”