It had been a long time since I had tied up a woman or been tied up by one.  I had been interested in both for a long time.  For part of that time, I had enjoyed the voyeurism of (the now defunct) magazine, Bondage Life.  That is where I took refuge.  That and occasional self-bondage. 

I had no interest whatsoever in men, although I had been tied up by male playmates a few times as a child, probably like most of us.  I had absolutely no gay inclinations.

But, I did want to get myself tied up for real; not in escapable self-bondage.

Then one day at the library, I was glancing through the Washingtonian magazine and found the advertisements at the back devoted to Personals and services, including Health and Fitness.  Among these were short ads by massage providors.  One seemed to strike me although it was by a man.  Went something like this: "Enjoy relaxing massage; all techiques.  Men only.  David." I am not really interested in men, but wondered if this might be a way to get myself tied up.  So, I called.  I was greeted by just the word, "Hello."  No committment.

I told the voice - who did turn out to be David - that I had seen the ad in the magazine and had a question or two.  He seemed nice and asked me to ask him.  So, I did ask him if he would be willing and able to tie me up.  He was, but admitted to little experience, although he did have a pair of handcuffs that some clients liked to be put into. 

We agreed that I would bring rope and whatever else he should use on me, we arranged a date and time, and he told me the address of the apartment building in the city, where I would ring to his apartment and he would let me into the building to take the elevator to his floor.  And his fee, of course.

At the end of our conversation, he said something kinda strange: "I had a feeling that you might be a 'live' one.  Hope you don't change your mind."

Nervous about going into a stranger's home and being made helpless, and probably nude?  Darn right!  Especially as it would be a man instead of a woman, which, for me, would have been more natural.  But, darn it, I really needed to get tied up.

It was a summer day with temperature in the nineties when I rang the bell to David's apartment building.  A gentle voice said, "Come on up," and buzzed me in.

I got a slightly funny look from a fellow passenger on the elevator when I got off at David's floor.  Did he suspect?

The corridor was cool and dim as I approached his door.  He opened to my knock almost immediately.  As soon as the door was closed behind me, David asked me to leave my shoes to keep the floor clean.  Gay guys are so immaculate!  What can I say; he was just a normal looking fella dressed in shorts, tee and white socks.  Quite pleasant and made me feel comfortable.  Strange sensation to know that in a few minutes this fella would have me helpless and probably naked.

We chatted lightly, I paid him, he presented his handcuffs, and I opened the bag containing ropes and cloth for gagging and blindfolding.  Then it finally came: "So, you should take your clothes off now."  And I did.  And he smiled as I became naked.

We began with him handcuffing my hands in front.  He seemed to be enjoying himself.  I was not, even as he tied my arms to my body.  Finished, he watched as I quickly got out of all but the cuffs.  "Damn, I didn't do very good, did I?"

So, I made some suggestions, which he followed, and soon I knew that he was going to be good - very good.

He cuffed my wrists behind a chairback, passing the short chain around vertical rung so that my hands were both secured to each other and to the chair.  Next, he lashed each of my upper arms to the chair, made me sit back and lashed my torso to the chairback also.

Going in front, he spread my legs and tied them apart from ankle to knee to separate chairlegs.  As the chair was not large, my balls hung in front beneath my rising cock.  Yeah, he was getting into it, I knew, when he proceeded to tie up my sack and the base of my penis, leading a rope from that area of me down beneath the chairseat and tying it somewhere so that I dared no move.

"Damn, you are really helpless, aren't you?  I wasn't sure this would come off.  Now, about gagging you."  And he did, he shoved my jockey into my mouth and lashed it there with a long cloth I had brought.

Over the next two hours, David amused himself with with me.  Part of the time, I was blindfolded.  Sometime early on he discarded his own clothes and was as naked as myself.  I did not enjoy seeing his 'manhood' displayed that way; yet, it made me feel even more helpless.

While blindfolded, I felt him against me, and he asked me if I knew what was touching me.  I said I didn't.  He said, "My cock and balls."

Eventually, after almost two hours of being teased and messed with while totally helpless, David slowly and tormentingly masturbated me. 

After cleaning me, he smiled and announced that he wanted to check his answering machine and do a couple of chores.  So, I was left, still tied up, gagged and nude.  Such a weird, lovely feeling of peace in my helplessness alone. 

By and by, David returned and untied me; our session was over.  I dressed, we chatted briefly, he invited me to return, I said that it was fun and I might.  I took Metro home.

The End . . . .

I did have two return visits to David, plus later found a couple of other guys to tie me up while I still had no access to a woman.  If there seems to be any interest in this story, there will be maybe three more about how I used guys to tie me up.  Then maybe a couple about women doing me.

13.06.07