First off, you should read the original story: Getting Myself Tied Up. It is strictly all true. This story is fiction - what might have happened later. I'm not sure whether or not I wish that it is also true, but it is not; just wishful thinking?

I was with David three times as his client. I went to him to get tied up becauseI assumed that a man who advertised and did what he did as a business was safe. That is, I was not likely to be harmed, sold into slavery, or diseased by unsafe sex. I was right; it was safe and fun.

After the third time, it was a long time before I contacted David again for several reasons; finances, the demands of "normal" life, and the hope that I would find a suitable regular partner for playing those childhood founded games of capture and tie-up. As mentioned in the earlier story, which was true, I did meet with a couple of other guys, but those meetings were rare and a long time finally lapsed since the last.

So, I went back to the advertising section of the original magazine and, sure enough, David's ad was still running. So I called him to set up another meeting. He had originally been quite inexperienced, but had come along pretty good under my tutelage, so I thought it might be fun even though he had not been a devoted captor and dominant.

David recalled our earlier encounters and chatted with me agreeably. When I asked him about another session, however, he said that he didn't think so. I asked why. He told me, and I will quote as accurately as I can, though not perfectly: Well, I've buffed up a lot since we met last, so you might not like a real hard guy like I am now. And, if you recall, there were a couple of things I began to try with you that you, umm . . . declined. I have studied up some on bondage and done a bit on my partner, and I have gotten really into it. If you and I were to get together again, it wouldn't be like before, with you sort of running things. I don't think you would like my new, very demanding persona when doing bondage. I still do just massage, but when doing bondage, I really do what I want.. I know how to tie real good now and am a lot stricter and demanding. So, knowing you and how straight you really are, we better pass."

That kind of caught me off guard, so I agreed and we signed off amicably.

I thought about it though for several days - as I now suspect he knew I would. I had an idea what his new demands would be, and that once tied up, would be unable to avoid them. And, as both you and he would suspect, the more I thought, the stronger my need became to get tied up again, especially by someone I would not need to coach.

And when that need became overwhelming (as it is right now again) I called David again, as he knew I would.

I guess that I "persuaded" him to take me as a client again, though I knew that, in this case, the customer would NOT always be right if there were to be any disagreement during our session together.

We arranged an appointment during the workday at his place when his partner would be at work. He also told me that, in this case, he would give me a free hour for each hour I paid for: "buy 1, get 1 free." This meant that I would be a captive for twice as long as ever before: four hours helpless and at his mercy.

The appointment time came and David greeted me at his door warmly. Even dressed in sweats, I could see that he had really buffed up. It would become even more apparent later.

He made me remove my shoes at the door. And in his home "salon," he commanded that I strip absolutely naked, neatly placing my clothes on a hangar in a closet. And then, needless to say, he began to tie me up.

Before, he had always begun with a pair of handcuffs, and usually tied me in a chair. Also, as I recall, once to his massage table and once, by my own direction, in a hogtie on the floor. This time, he had me stand while he folded my arms one above the other behind my back and tied my forearms from wrists to elbows across the hollow of my back: "so your arms won't be strained when you lie on your back, and so you cannot reach down to protect your ass."

He then used several strands tightly drawn between my upper arms to prevent me from pulling my arms apart. Needless to say that from the need that I had developed, his bindings were already making me hard. That and his demeanor, which was pleasant enough, but very assured and relentless in his roping me. I could tell that he was definitely trying to get me so that I would be helpless to do with as he wished.

My arms secured, he pushed me downward, saying, "On your knees, fella. I knew that you'd come around, and I was right. Now you suffer. Heh heh."

Next, he made some sort of rope harness around the back of my neck, under my arms and across my back. He tied a rope around one ankle, up around the rope across the back of my neck, and, pulling hard, tied it around my other ankle, forcing me into a kneeling hogtie but with my feet not tied to each other. I had my suspicions as to why: so he could get to my ass.

Before David proceeded to rope me further, he gagged me. Before, he had always used a makeshift cleave gag which I had provided. This time, he held my nose and forced a metal ring into my mouth, then strapping it behind my head. I could still make noises, but neither actually speak nor close my mouth. Already I could see the danger in that, especially to a straight man like myself who had not always been kind to gay men . . . which he no doubt knew or suspected.

Again, before any more rope, David blindfolded me so I could see NOTHING AT ALL. He used some sort of padded leather which molded to my face and allowed no passage of either light or vision; all was darkness, and would remain so for the coming hours.

I do not know what he placed on the floor between my legs: maybe a flat iron, maybe a boat anchor; anyway, he used something to which he attached a fairly thin rope from around my balls to the heavy object, so that I dared not even try to rise or barely twitch.

"Well, Strand, you asked for it. I've been studying and I know your type, you probably began looking at pictures or actually tying up girls and then women. Somewhere along the line, you got tied up yourself; probably as a child even. You are old enough that you probably made fun of gays before we became acceptable in polite society. You may even have done a bit of . . . 'bashing' shall we say. Well, now you will pay for those indiscretions, whether you did or not. I'm going to have my way with you. You are no longer my customer, but my slave. Oh yes, and my model. You know what I mean; we are going to make some really nice pictures".

I shuddered as I began to realize what I had walked into. And yet, my cock grew harder. "Hey," David said, "you like the idea. Look at that pole you are growing. We WILL deal with that later. But first a bit of other fun. One of my friends - a woman, no less - told me about this." And then I felt the bite of something on one of my nipples. A clamp of some sort, I guess. I never saw it. Made me jerk against the rope around my balls, which DID hurt almost as much as the clamp. "Here comes another, guy." I held steady this time as the clamp or whatever bit into my tit.

There was a few minutes then during which nothing at all was done to me. The phone had rung, and I barely heard him making another appointment for after my own. Then a few minutes of silence. Then, "I think you will like this. It's maybe a little cool for you, naked like you are." And then I felt something hot drip onto my upraised penis. Wax!!

I begin to lose the chonology of what happened when. I remember that he did slap my face a few times. And used some kind of whip on my bare behind. And lubed me back there before shoving something into me.

And through it all, I remained aroused by my captivity - the state of loss of control that I had been seeking; the complete turnover of power to another person, the tightness of the ropes and other bondage devices which held me; and the freedom of not having to make any choices at all, or even engage in conversation.

Eventually, David asked, as he had once before and I had criticized: "Do you know what this is?" I felt something gently slapping my face. I suspected, but shook my head to indicate that I didn't know. He told me: "My cock and balls. Bare now. I'll put a rubber on before I fuck you. Kiss it!"

David toyed me that way for a while, then announced, "I'm going to put on a rubber now. You know what that means, don't you?" A minute later, he said, "Here it comes. Enjoy." And then I felt something enter my mouth through the ring gag and penetrate toward my throat. "Slow and easy, sucker; we don't want you to choke."

He took it slow and easy, since it was unavoidable and my captor did not wish to strangle me. He lasted a long time because I could not close my mouth around him to give him the ultimate friction.

I felt his body surge against me when his orgasm began. He held my ears to keep me from avoiding it. Surprisingly, he quickly unbuckled the gag and removed it while he was briefly out of me; then he held my nose so my mouth could not close, and entered me again. He surged against me more, now gasping with the effort. He was no youngster who came quickly. But then he did. And, briefly, all was confusion.

When it was over, it was not over for me. I was still rock hard. "Good cocksucker," he said. Then he regagged me, this time with a fairly simple but tight cleave gag and slapped me several times on the face with his now limp organ. Humiliating!!

Another phone call and the answering of his machine as I knelt there, still helpless, unable to see or speak, yet still aroused by my long desired captivity. Aren't we foolish men?

When his phoning was finished, David returned his attentions to me. He untied my ankles and the rope anchoring me by my balls. I was unable to see exactly what he tied me to next, but it was obviously over some sort of stool or coffee table. My so far unused sexual organs were trapped beneath me. He said, "No humping or you'll be sorry." Then he tied my ankles apart, probably to the legs of whatever furniture he had me draped over, with my ass exposed and vulnerable. And with whatever it was he had inserted into me, still in place. Once he had me tied down and immobilized, he gently removed whatever he had put into me.

"I'm ready again, Strand. What about you? Ha ha."

He gave me a whipping first, from my lower back to the soles of my feet; mostly my ass and feet. It was not gentle. I don't know how long the flogging lasted, but long enough so that I wanted it over. But, I was still hard! Then, after one particularly stinging blow, David said, "Beg me now. Beg me to fuck you in the ass. Do it NOW, or you'll be sorry."

Now, my patient reader, this part is especially humiliating to me, and I cannot even now write about it at length. So, just let me say that I did beg as he commanded, as best as I could around the gag in my mouth. I felt such a fool what with my slobbering speech. And then he lubed me up again and did to me what he had made me beg him for. He did at least assure me that he was using another rubber.

Now, I forgot to mention during the preceeding narrative that David, during some of his quiet times, must have set up a still and video camera. I couldn't see, so I can only assume it from the pictures he showed me just before he dismissed me when I had finally been released and had showered and dressed.

The video included a longish scene of me, still tied down on the bench or whatever, and finally allowed to hump it until I had an orgasm. The only one allowed me. Believe me, I did myself again when I got home. Anyway, I guess you would call the scenes pretty disgusting and very humiliating to watch; especially my masturbation against what I was tied down to. . . . which, once the blindfold was removed, turned out to be a coffee table.

Before he let me leave, he told me that while I was his prisoner, he had gone through my wallet, and now knew where I taught school, went to church and was a member of the American Legion. He said that he would keep the images safe, but that he just might have use for me now and again; so I had just better plan to respond to his summons.

So far, there has been only one such summons, and that was not to revisit David, but, rather, one of his friends in the gay community. Fortunately, by then, I had fully recovered from the captivity David had held me under, and I was just beginning to feel the old needs. And that was a good thing too, because he was fully versed in the skills which David had used against me. He even tested my endurance in a couple of new ways, which I expect that I will encounter again.

It has only been once time since that latest session, which is another story, but I somehow have the feeling that I have become some sort of pawn as a straight male to be used by the gay community of the city. We shall see, I guess.

Gotta go, the phone is ringing. I wonder . . . . . .?

This is the end of the story. But, if anyone out there is interested in the tale, or any others, please email me at relst9633@aol.com. I would be happy to correspond with you.

06.11.10