Bound to the table

He invited me for the weekend, and I was happy to accept.  We’d played on cam a few times and I was anticipating our first in person experience.  We’d even talked about broadcasting it, at least some of it.  We’d have to see about that.  I’m not opposed to it.  He also told me he had a surprise for me.  Something we’d discussed, he’d said, but only once and that he was excited to show me.  

I park and climb the stairs to the porch, overnight bag in hand. His house is a two story, traditional home, split into two apartments.  He lives on the second floor, so I move around to the side porch and ring the bell to his door. I can hear him as he comes down the stairs to open the door, his cowboy boots echo on the hard wood.  And the door opens.  He’s a bit taller than I am, standing at 5’10” and definitely he has more muscle.  Dark hair and light lustrous eye that gleam even in the shade of the covered porch.  He takes me in his arms in a welcoming hug and I feel like I’m being smothered in him. Large muscular arms, the strength in them, holding me tight. His embrace is warm and enveloping and feels like a welcome home. He smells of soap and cologne and under it all “man”. He smells clean. Smell is such an intoxicant for me.

He invites me in and tells me where I can drop my bag, we’ll be sharing a room and a bed, then I freshen up and we meet in the living room and have a beer.  I want to kiss him and strip him right there, right at that moment and take him.  That cock I’ve seen so often is just a few strips of cloth away from my hand, from my mouth.  I want to caress it. I want him to do the same for mine.  He’s always indicated that he’s more of a top, doesn’t really like anal, but in that moment, all I want is to bend him over and take his ass. 

But he’s playing it cool, sitting just out of reach.  Even as I lean in, towards him, he pulls back.  I’m a little confused but I’m here for several days, so I guess there’s no rush.

After we finish the first beer, he grabs us each another and asks if I’m ready for the surprise.  I say “Sure” and that I guess I am.  And he stands, taking me by the hand and we head to his playroom (he’s just so damn cute) – he’s converted the second bedroom in his apartment into a playroom, I’ve seen it on cam, I’ve seen that he’s put in a stripper pole, some comfortable furniture along the wall, his toy collection sits neatly on a small box shelf unit and includes a few whips and paddles.  But as he opens the door to the room, I can see that he’s made an addition.  There is a large wooden table, centred in the room. “Table” is a generous description. It’s made up of four beams, stained in a dark cherry colour, shaped in an “X” pattern and a fifth flat panel that runs between two of the X-wings. The central panel is padded in black leather. All are connected to a round, padded hub, the centre of the hub is a hole about a foot wide.  At the end of the four beams there seems to be a harness or shackle attached to each.  The panel is empty of anything and broader than the other four, a strap dangles from the panel on either side.

“I’ve made this for us”, he tells me, “Just like we discussed – it’s our bondage table”. The table is well made, the four beams would restrain an individual spread eagle, the whole in the middle would allow the restrainee’s cock and balls to hang down, if he were restrained face down.  It’s a little below waist high, built so that someone tied on would be able to suck a cock or be fucked easily. The panel that runs up the centre on one end would, presumably, support the torso. The straps bind the torso to the table to restrain movement further. He explains the functionality to me, his enthusiasm at the design is clear, showing me that he can adjust the spread on the legs and arms.  Stretching or narrowing the bound individual as needed.  His engineering skills have come in handy as he’s built a sturdy serviceable unit.  And he tells me, he’s also build in height adjustments into the table so that the tied person can be raised or lowered several inches either way.

“You’re not tying me to that thing”, I say,

“Not at first,” he tells me.  “I want you to tie me up first.”

“Seriously?” I ask.

In answer, he simply begins to take his clothes off.  I’ve watched him take off and put on clothes so often, while watching his cam, but here in person it turns me on, so much, to watch he strip, and knowing, as an added bonus that it’s just for me this time.  His boots are the first to go, then his polo shirt and jeans, followed by his underwear. My dick rises to full hard, just from watching him strip for me.  He folds and places his clothes to the side as he removes each piece.  He’s kept on his no-show socks but is otherwise naked.  I’m still fully clothed.  He mounts the table, laying spread eagled, face down, ass up.  “Tie me, please, Doug. Tie me up, Daddy.” 

As he lay there naked, exposed for me, I strip out of my own clothing and approach the table, hard cock leading the way.

I’ve never really been into bondage or S&M in real life, I play with it online, in fantasies but in real live I’ve very limited experience with any of it.  But here, today, this naked beautiful man, begging me to bind him, how could I resist? How could I not be hard as a rock, as I move to the table.   I start with his ankles and wrap each in the strong leather straps he’s affixed to the beams.  I remove the sock from each food before wrapping his ankles in the leather restraints.  When they’re tightly restrained, I begin to caress his body, tickling each food, tracing a nail across the sole. Sadly, he’s not, really, ticklish though, so I move up one leg, sliding a finger lightly across one calf, then up on to his beefy thighs, kneading and massaging his thick beefy muscles as I go. I’m caressing that ass that I’ve dreamed about and shed so many loads to while watching him at play, it’s firm and fleshy under my palm as I squeeze it.  I apply both hands and spread his cheeks and expose his pink hole. He shaves his balls and ass and so his hole is fresh and clean, and I lean down and let my tongue trace a path across his cheeks, but not into the crevice, not yet.

I continue up his body, using both hands to explore his back, feeling him shift and twist under my touch.  Then I’m moving up the left arm, again enjoying his strong biceps, I reach his wrist and hold his arm down as I encase it in leather and pull the restraint tight around him. Stepping across the gap, I pause, step in and slap his face with my hard cock.  His free hand rises up, instinctively, to protect his face and but I grab it and push it down back into its place on the beam and the restraint goes on.

Returning to his face, I trace my cock across his brown beard, beads of precum stick to his hair, I trace it across his lips and push in, forcing his mouth open and let my head rest in his mouth, his tongue reaches and flicks the head, rewarded with another pearl of precum.  He moans lightly.

Taking my cock out of his mouth and retracing my path down his body, I once again reach his ass and I’m spreading that lovely treasure trove, exposing the pink tight hole.  One hand leaves his ass and fondles his hanging balls and cock, he’s soft but at my touch I feel it begin to grow immediately.  I know he’s got a butt plug, he’s tried to play with it online a few times, without success – so leaving the table, I search through the box shelf and I find.  I ask him if it’s charged, he says it is. 

Grabbing some lube I return to his ass and begin to work some lube into his tight hole.  Pressing the lube around his hole, then gently working a finger into him.  He clenches when the finger first penetrates him, locking my finger there. “Fuck that hurts”, he says, “Take it out”

“You’ll need to relax.  Take a deep breath and the exhale slowly and relax.” I tell him.  As he breaths slowly.  I feel his ass begin to release my finger but instead of pulling out, I push deeper. “FUUUUCCKKK” he says as I hit bottom with my finger.  He’s breathing rapidly, gasping breaths and he’s clenched around my finger again.  I, finally, am able to pull out.  As soon as my finger leaves his ass, his cheeks slam together

“I wasn’t expecting that to hurt so much,” he admits.

“You’re nervous and tensing up. We’ll take our time, let me know when you’re ready to try again”.  Not your usual bondage conversation but I told you it’s not my normal scene.

I give him a break and move around to his mouth and slap his face again, with my hard cock, before pushing it into his mouth again.  Leaning down across his body, I reach for his ass and can just reach him.  He has had experience with sucking cock, and he’s pretty good at it.  My cock is enjoying the ride on his tongue. But his mouth isn’t where I want to cum. So I pull out, he says “Be gentle” as I reach again for his ass.

This time I take a bit more time, lubing, prepping him and he takes the single finger really well, instead of a painful fuck, it’s a deep sigh of contentment fuck, the second finger and then the third join the first. I’m stretching him, he’s bucking on the table.  I peak under and his cock his hard.  A stream of precum hangs from the tip, stretching out toward the floor.  I scoop it up with a finger and push it into his mouth.  He’s teased tasting it on cam but I’ve never seen him actually do it. Until now.

I stroke his cock a couple of times as I pull my fingers out of his ass and taking the butt plug, I lube it heavily and the slide it into him.  He takes it easily. Once it’s fully seated, I leave his ass with the toy buried in it – it’s a vibrator and I’ve turned it to a pulsing setting. I smack his balls once for good luck, then I tug on his cock before leaving that too and step around the table to feed him my cock.  

Holding his head I start to really fuck his throat, saliva is dripping out his mouth as I hit the back of his throat, it’s coating my legs and feet, his chin and beard is wet with it.   He’s moaning deep in his throat.  His ass is lifting up as he tries to fuck the air, to get some friction on his cock.  I feel like I’m getting close to cumming in his throat but I want his ass and I think he’s ready now, so reluctantly, I pull out and move back to between his legs, my cock wet with his spit, I pull the toy out and slide my wet cock into him.  He’s so tight around me. My head already so sensitive from his throat, sends shivers through my body as it slides into him.  Deeper and deeper until my balls are hitting his taint.  I rest my hands on his broad back and fuck him deep and hard.  He’s moaning heavily and bucking back into me.  As much as I want this to last, it’s too much for me and my cock explodes into him, pulsing hot cum deep into his ass.  As I finish cumming, I collapse across his back, kissing the back of his neck.  My hand slides under the table and I reach for his cock, it’s a wet sticky mess, and I realize he’s cum.  I take my fingers and push them into his mouth, feeding him and letting him lick my fingers clean. 

Gathering my strength, I get off the table and leave him bound, looking under I can see a large puddle of cum under his cock.  It’s an impressive load. I leave the room, head to the shower, take a quick rinse, then head back to him, still bound to the table.  I grab the plug and stick back in his ass, adjusting the speed to a slow steady pulse.  I feed him my cock again and tell him to just suck me.  In a few minutes he’s got me hard and I’m fucking his throat. It doesn’t take long until load number two fills his throat., cum leaks out of his mouth but I hold my cock in place until I feel him swallow. Then I pull out. Lean down and kiss him, licking his chin and beard, cleaning my cum, and feed it to him. “Swallow” I say and he does. 

It’s been fun and I reluctantly I release the restraints.  He sits up and only then realizes the toy is still in his butt.  Bending over, he asks me to take it out.  I tell him, no, let’s leave it in there for a bit.  We head to the kitchen, and both grab another beer.  As we’re drinking I pull him into me and we kiss deeply, tongues dancing together.  I reach around him down to his ass and press the button to speed up the buzzing toy in his ass.  His cock jumps against me.  And I lean down and suck his cock, playing with the speed of the vibration on the toy as I do, until he drops his second load of the day, down my throat this time. 

We both shower again and get dressed. Head out for dinner and a few drinks before coming back to his place.  One of the fantasies we’ve talked about is a forced bondage scene – not something I thought I’d ever actually do.

However, I wake up, the room is dim, I’m bound to the bondage table.  He enters and there is a smell of leather, it’s a strong scent, musky and masculine.  There is something else mixed with the leather, another smell, musty and rank it smells of man, of sweat, with a hint of cologne – some of it is me, some of it is him.  I’m dressed in a leather harness, I can feel the tightness of it across my chest and back, straining my head down I can see that it is red and black. I know I’m not nude as I can feel a jock strap, the straps tight across my ass, the pouch snuggling my nuts and holding them tight against my body. I’m tied to the frame, spread eagled and face down, it is holding my arms straight out, with my legs spread in a V-shape, my ass open and my crotch is suspended in air. I am accessible top or bottom, my torso lays across the padded plank and my head hangs off the top of the frame, this position allows him full access.

Tightly bound, I can’t move. He’s wrapped the bench straps around my torso. I can’t move at all, except for small jerks pulling against the restraints. It doesn’t stop me from straining against the bindings holding me down.  I try to speak but the gag prevents any coherent sound, just noise escapes.  My body is laid out before him, my ass is furry and round and fully exposed to him. He stands and admires the view.  He knows that everything he sees before him, on this night, is his for the taking, his trophy, his prize. He walks around the table, admiring but not touching his prize, his newest toy. He comes to a stop at the head of the table, and I can see him now, he’s also wearing a harness, black leather, the ring at the centre of the chest holds a strap that leads down and across his belly. It connects to a metal cock ring, wrapped around his cock and balls.  His cock is already hard, his balls tight against his body.  He’s wearing black biker boots and has on a black leather ball cap. Backwards.

He simply stands and admires his prize.  A small drop of precum forms, a pearl of dew that mounds up on his cock head and sits there glistening. He hasn’t yet touched himself that I could see. Moving towards the table, he moves around and approaches my feet, starting on my left side, he caresses my body as I had done to him, letting his hand start on my left foot, tickling the sensitive underside, the exposed sole of my foot.  He takes his cock in hand and uses the sole of my foot as a precum rag, dragging his cock head against the underside of my foot. He pulls his cock away, which results in a stream of precum that strings between cock and foot, binding us for the moment. 

He begins to explore me, moving up my body, not being gentle but not abusive, he slides along calf muscles, squeezing and applying pressure every few inches, tickling the back of my knees.  I’m straining against every touch, trying to resist him, reacting to the tickling, to the pressure of his squeezing.  I can feel each squeeze and my ass clenches closed involuntarily, like I’m trying to protect something from his advance.  He moves on past my knee onto my thigh, slapping me, at first my outer thigh, then moving to the more sensitive inner thigh, slapping, pinching, tickling, and drawing closer with each move to my clenching ass.

Every so often he would drag his cock head across my body, leaving a trail of precum up my leg – as if he were marking territory – claiming this body and all its parts as his own.  His precum glistens on the hair of my calf, pools a little bit on the back of my knee, forms a trail along my thigh.  He stands now at my waist. The leather jock he placed me in is one size too small and it is tight across my fur covered ass, framing my cheeks for his enjoyment.

He stands and admire his trophy, squeezing the left cheek, pulling back on the strap, and letting it go, allowing it to slap back onto my ass, reaching underneath the frame to feel my jock covered cock straining to be set free.  But that is not his goal or his desire.  And tonight, is about his desire and only his. He smacks my covered cock once to remind me that he is in control, now.  And today, this toy is all about the ass and he returns there to caress and squeeze the left cheek, pulling my ass open, squeezing it close, by pushing it back against itself.  He touches his cock head to my cheek and leaves a drop of precious dew to mark this space as his as well.  Moving to the gap in my ass, he presses a finger, lubbed only with his pre-cum against my tight hole, worming just a tip of his finger into me, again, marking that territory as his, as well. He pulls out and slaps my ass on my left cheek and I flinch away from the slap which only encourages him, and he slap again, harder.  He slaps several more times until my left cheek starts to redden.  He has yet to touch the right side of my body.  With my cheeks rosy, red, he continues to explore upwards, moving slowly, caressing, slapping, alternating between tender and rough.  Each option brings a whimper out of me.  He slaps my belly as it hangs off the frame, squeezes my sensitive left nipple and continues to drag his cock head across all parts of my body, trailing his marker up my body claiming territory with each deposit and trail left. He rubs his sensitive head against my armpit, and then he moves out along my arm to my hand.  He places his cock head in my hand, lets me grasp it, hold it, feel its weight, and then withdraws it, leaving me to try to reach after him but my bound hand prevents access.  He ignores me and moves around the frame until he is at my head.  Taking his cock in hand, he grabs my head and lifts, holding my head up by the chin, he rubs every inch of my face with his cock head, trailing precum, as he goes. 

He repeats the entire process down the right side of my body, until he’s explored or marked every inch, until my right ass cheek is a red as the left.  He stops once again at the jock and he slaps my hard cock, confined in that tight compartment, aching to be released.  I try to press into his hand, but he simply slaps my cock a few times and moves on down my body.  When once again he reaches my feet, he slaps each of them, no tickling this time.  He enters the opening between my legs and approaches my open ass, his cock is throbbing in anticipation, his need to fuck is nearly overwhelming and he lets it take control of him as he approaches his prize.  Spitting once into my open ass, he uses his cockhead to spread the spit onto my hole and then without warning drives into my ass. I buck at the sudden intrusion, straining against the straps, arching my back, as much as I can, trying to get away from the stabbing sudden pain. I can’t scream but try to through the ball gag.  The restraints hold me tight and I can’t escape him. I can only take what he’s giving to me.

His need is paramount, and he forces his way deep into my clenched ass, until his balls rest against my body.  Deep in me, his cock held tight by my ass, not wanting to let go, trying to prevent him from going deeper but even more so trying to prevent him from pulling out. I try to hold him in place but I’m not successful and he slowly pulls out, his cock enjoying the tight warmth of my ass but his need to fuck is strong. He pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts sharply back in, once again to the hilt. And he rests there deep in me, breathing onto the back of my neck, hunched over his prize, claiming each and every inch as his due.

His hands slide around my chest, and he twists each nipple in turn, my head bucks back trying to get away from that torturous pleasure that he’s inflicting on my chest, craving more of it, at the same time.  He rises back up away from my back, he releases the torso restraint and the straps flop to the side.  He grabs onto the harness strap he’s got me in ,  and he pulls me closer to him, lifting my ass to pull me further onto his hard cock. I feel his balls slamming into me, I thought that he could not go any deeper and yet he manages to. The harness pulls me to him and him into me.

He whispers “Take it daddy, take your boys fucking hot cock” The deep richness of his voice excites me, the slight southern drawl, it’s rich timber vibrates in my ear and straight to my enclosed cock, which jumps.  And he can tell, at this point, that my hole has accepted his cock, and there is no more room for slowness.  Deep and fast he fucks me. Using hard, fast strokes he presses in and out of my ass, his balls dancing to his need, pulling up and into his body but with each stroke they hit my taint, and that too feels good for him.

My moans encourage him, sweat beads on his forehead and he feels his need build.  Still holding the harness, he reaches up and release the ball gag from my mouth and at the same time, pulls completely out of my ass.  The sudden feeling of emptiness draws a cry from me.  I gasp and beg him to put it back, to fuck me. “Please,” I beg, “give it to me, fuck me boy”, I cry out.

Instead, he steps away, his cock vibrating with his need to cum, yet that’s too simple we’re not done and he moves around the table and presents his cock to my now free mouth and simply forces it into me.  And he gives my mouth the same treatment as my ass.  Fucking me without mercy or thought for my comfort, balls deep on each down stroke, all seven thick inches, right out to the tip on the exit stroke.

Faster as his orgasm builds, he fucks my face, faster still on each stroke, holding my head strongly in his big beefy hands, keeping me in place while he pounds my mouth and throat.  I can’t breathe, but that is of no concern to him, in this moment. 

He tells me to take it and he fucks into me. His balls are nearly invisible now, his cum has built to the explosion point.  “Oh god, here it is,” he moans, “I’m cumming.” And he doesn’t hold back, still pounding full strength he drives his load right into and down my throat. There is no option to spit, it’s simply swallow, or choke and he keeps pulsing shot after shot deep into my throat. As his cum streams down my throat, I feel a pulse and warmth on my cock, and I realize that I’ve cum as well, still trapped in the jock, the sticky heat swirls around my cock.

When he’s done when he’s given me every last drop his balls have to offer, he pulls his cock out and wipes my face with his cock head to get any traces of cum off his dick. And he steps back to admire his prize, to see the waste he’s made of my body. Sticky with sweat and pre-cum, cum oozing out of the jock, dripping onto the carpet pooling on top of his dried load from earlier, which we left on the carpet. I’m gasping for breath, and I look up at him and simply say “my turn” but he’s not done and his response is “Not yet daddy, I’ll let he know when it’s your turn”. 

He steps out of sight, and I hear him adjust the computer and the familiar sound of tokens arriving floods out of the speaker and he say, they love you daddy.  With that he turns to leave but as he goes, he inserts that vibrating toy into my ass and says, “I’ll be back.” And turning to the camera he addressed the views, “Everyone entertain his ass”, the camera now pointed right at my ass.  As he leaves tokens begin to flood in, vibrating that toy with each ding.  I cannot help but moan.