Bound

I didn’t know if it was day or night. The white noise in my headphones precluded any aural clues as to what tie it was. I tried to move but my wrists were bound tight. I swung my head to one side but could see nothing. The blindfold blocked out any light. My ankles were restrained so the only way I could move was to lift my hips, even then it was barely enough just shift on the bed sheet.

The bed sheet! Of course, I was tied to a bed. I remembered now. I was naked and spread-eagled. I had been for some while. I didn’t know if it was minutes or hours. Sensory deprivation does that to you.

Cut off from the outside world I felt almost relaxed, my mind drifting.

Then I felt someone, something touch me, a finger, perhaps, along my jaw-line. I was not alone. I wanted to ask what was going on but the ball gag prevented all but a cursory grunt. The finger, if that is what it was, traced a line over my face, up the side of my cheeks and into my hair.

By now, knowing someone was there witnessing my naked degradation, I found myself  fantasising about the possibilities to come. My cock stirred. I could feel it thicken and, of course, visualising it made it happen faster. I could feel it lengthen and slide across my thigh, the foreskin drawing back until it flopped against my stomach. I knew from past experience that I was probably dribbling a few drops of pre-cum. Maybe seeing that would encourage my captor to interact with me. I waited, hoping.

After what seemed an age that finger caressed me again. Only this time it was down my neck and onto my chest. As it approached my left nipple I felt a pinch. I gasped, more in surprise than pain. Then I did feel pain. A clamp of some kind was applied to my hardening nipple. This time my gasp was in pain but before I could adjust to the sensation the other nipple was similarly attacked. I arched my back and tried to roll sideways, away from the source of my discomfort. But of course I couldn’t.

I had never been abused like this before so wasn’t expecting my cock to stay hard but, if anything, it got harder. Painfully harder. My balls ached and my foreskin was pulled further back than ever as my swollen cock head almost exploded.

What would my captor do next?

I could feel his breath on my chest, he licked around the clamps on my nipples and then his tongue slid down, across my stomach and circled my navel. Please let him get to my cock, I screamed inside my head. I lifted my hips hoping to find his mouth. To no avail.

His next move was to pinch my scrotum. I suspected it was with pegs. The first couple were incredibly painful but, as he attached more and more, the pain became dull and my mind turned off the constant pain. Until, that is, he started to flick the pegs. Each jerk of the peg sent a bolt of pain through my ball sac. But even then I could feel my cock arching upwards, still hard and throbbing. He moved on from my ball bag to the underside of my cock with the pegs. This was torture like I had never known. Somehow the pain of the pegs pinching the shaft of my cock was cancelled out by the intense pleasure of him handling my cock. With each peg he gently worked my foreskin; up and over my cock head and then back down. Eventually there was no room left to manipulate my foreskin and the final peg was clipped to my banjo string, that little filament that connects the head to the shaft.

What more could my tormentor do to punish me?

I was soon to find out as I felt a finger slide down between my legs and find my tight virgin hole. No, not that. Please.

But there was nothing I could do. Shackled both wrist and ankle I was immobile and helpless. The finger probed further and I was so turned on that I was powerless to resist as it slid into my ass. The first guy ever to have been there.

Maybe this was it. This was enough. I felt him undo my ankle straps.

But he lifted my legs, exposing my hole for whatever he wanted to use it for. I mumbled through the gag but knew it was useless. Best to just accept whatever my fate was.

I felt a warm, wet tongue between my cheeks. He was rimming me! Well that was OK.

Then he stopped. Oh, that was shorter than I hoped. He hefted my a little higher and then I could feel something pressing against my hope. A finger again?

Then he pressed hard, I gasped as I realised what was happening. His cock slid into me and started to pump for all its worth. Oh my fucking god! This was amazing. I had been in a state of extreme arousal for some time but this tipped me over the edge and I came. My orgasm, the best I had ever had, seemed to last for ages as my hot cum shot over my stomach and face. At the same time I heard him grunt and felt a really deep plunge as his cock pumped his sex juice into me.

I relaxed and slowly, he lowered my legs and gently removed the pegs, some of which were dripping with my cum. He undid the shackle son my wrist and removed the gag and blindfold. I blinked in the sunlight and looked up at his euphoric face. He bent down and kissed me.

“Was that OK for you, darling? Happy anniversary”