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A Weekend in Bondage by The Bondage Warrior a.k.a. Mike Hellman

A Weekend in Bondage

by The Bondage Warrior a.k.a. Mike Hellman

 

Recently I spent a weekend in bondage unlike anything I have ever experienced. My Sir was the reason my experience was so exceptional.  Communication was the key to our success together.  I was never asked to do anything I didn’t want to try myself. The best way I can describe myself is a confident powerful boi and Daddy-toy. Sir and I met about 9 months ago. Since then we had been chatting, getting to know each other and our likes and dislikes. We clicked and that’s when the flirting really began (Let the games begin). We made plans for a get together at his place in the shed. Sir told me he had a sling and I had never tried a sling before, so I was anxious in anticipation to try it out.

 

From the moment I arrived it was clear that this weekend was going to be like no other. Sir was kind and passionate yet forceful, powerful and unbending to his and my sexual desires. I had previously told him I wanted some surprises and Sir delivered in many ways.  Living in the countryside has advantages. First rule is no clothes. From the very beginning it was all about touch. A passionate kiss, a tweak of each nipple, a slap on the ass and a squeeze of my cock. Every variation imaginable again and again and again and again, every 15 minutes or so during waking hours. Think about how aroused that would make you for a sexual advance and encounter. It’s insatiable. Some men can’t last that long and might cum from a single touch. But I held back wanting to make this the best experience possible.

 

I asked Sir if we could try out the sling – not sexually mind you – just to sit and get used to the feel and motion, balancing and rotating and fully experiencing the whole (or hole). Sir says to me “Well, you know what this is gonna lead to boi.” Sure enough. I got strapped into position and it was much more comfortable than I ever thought. I didn’t feel powerless or bound to something without control. Just the opposite. I felt empowered, released from the strain of having to hold my legs in the air or not knowing what to do with my arms. Sir took control. I let him take control. I gave in to his desire and gave into my own desires and fantasies. Sir loves to eat ass and that is exactly where we started. He shared his poppers of blue Fisticufffs that I enjoyed most. Releasing my arms, I was able to pull him closer and feel his awesome power and strength against my body. I too am powerful and confident. I flexed my muscles attempting to escape and it only aroused my Sir more. We moved to new heights. This was man to man sex where boi treated his Sir almost as an equal by relinquishing his inhibitions to serve and be serviced.  Sir was most kind and gentle at first, penetrating my ass with care and sliding and pulsing in to place until his wide girth was fully engaged and his balls slapped against my ass. (I can’t tell you how hard I am right now just writing this and reliving this experience in my mind.)

 

 

Sir’s monster cock kept me captivated so that the stretch of my hole would loosen and release any unwanted tension. I opened myself to the experience and asked Sir to fuck me. Sir obliged with gusto. Pounding me with his gentle care and forceful and powerful sexual drive kept me on edge for a long while. Think of all the prior touching and kissing and holding and now this! Talk about edging – I was in ecstasy. Sir was sweating on me and working us both into a frenzy. The edging and fucking and restraint sent me over the edge and I came like a bull spilling my juices up to my shoulders. Sir then leaned over and licked the juices off my skin like a gentle lion. Once we escaped my confinement the touching and playful slaps continued. We headed to the showers to clean up. We also kept edging up to our next venture. Day 1 and we slept.

 

We continued to pull out various toys and chains and tried them out.  Although I was never really tied to the bed, when Sir brought around the chains to restrain me I became so excited and hard he couldn’t resist. Sir was on my cock like he was released for a cockfight. His insatiable appetite devoured my cock.  He also flipped me over to once again savor my ass.  Throughout the day we would share stories and learn more about each other while we returned to short sessions of play and touching all day long. Sunning naked on the back porch I couldn’t resist swallowing his long wide cock. Even later while preparing dinner at home I got on my knees in the kitchen to service his cock. I loved it as much as he loved to give it to me. He urged me on with a gentle hand pushing on my head. He fed me poppers again and I was able to deep throat his cock with long thrusts and short bursts of delight to us both.  After dinner we were tried on jock straps and sock jocks in the bedroom where one thing led to another. Sir was very forceful in holding me down, but I continued to resist in a futile attempt to escape his strength and building sexual desires. We both were raised to new levels. Sir fucked me in every position across, on and over the bed. My body twitched with powerful busts of orgasm. Day 2 and we slept.

 

While exploring we now had found every part of our bodies to touch and kiss and caress identifying those certain spots that begged for a response, teasing and touching and edging throughout the day. Although I don’t own much leather I brought what I had with me but kept it in the car for the right time. I went out to the car and put on my boots, motorcycle jacket and leather cap.  When I walked back into the house Sir was stunned and excited to see me.  He took me out to the shed again. This time my wrists were shackled, and I was attached to hang from the ceiling (feet touching). While my arms were restrained none of the rest of me resisted. I forced Sir in a kiss, he resisted my reach, and I worked harder to make contact. His arousal then released me from the ceiling only to force me to my knees and insistently suck his cock.  He lifted me up from the floor, swung me around and told me to get in the sling. He pulled me toward him and positioned my ass right where he wanted it to be. He told me my ass was his.  (My steel-toe boots put some extra weight and some leg discomfort shacked up in the sling after a while.)

 

 

Sir brought a few toys out to the shed and I got to experience a new sensation. He had a vibrating cock ring that he placed against my ass while he penetrated me with my own dildo. I can’t explain that sensation, but I could feel it from my toes to my nips and it sent shivers across my entire body.  Our session was a little shorter, but he fucked with a force worthy of the finest leather Sir. Day 3 and we slept. About 3 a.m. I woke to my Sir playing with my ass and licking my balls. His balls were heavy and full of cum produced like sweet milk from three days of fucking. He fed me his engorged cock again and again. Constantly touching and feeling, fingering my ass and finding his way into my deep throat. I learned that he was super sensitive on the head of his cock and I concentrated on sending those sensations into his loins. After a short while he released a massive load down my throat thankful that I was there in service. We slept.

 

I was thinking I might be exhausted by now and ready for a break. NO! We continued touching, sucking and teasing throughout the day.  I found that I liked the sock jock and decided to wear it out to the bar that night – although I never showed it outside – we dressed in shorts and appropriate attire for the gay public. I did wear my motorcycle jacket but without a shirt. We continued touching and feeling and teasing all evening at the bar. We were a spectacle that I loved, sending me to new heights as we were watched and often flirted with just because the bar patrons felt the same desires. We even had a proposition to come home with us just so one of the guys could watch.  We were having too much fun together and Sir preferred a one on one, man to man sexual experience. We came home and undressed (house rules no clothes). Sir put me in a wife beater shirt and ragged briefs and led me out to the shed. He shackled me to another beam where he proceeded to rip the clothes from my body and took private pictures of his work.  This was all sexually driven.  A desire for heightened awareness and untold mysteries that built up an urgency of sexual tension. Sir brought me down from the beam and lifted me into the sling where I was shackled both hands and feet. Spread like a sacrifice for my prey. Sir fucked long and hard that night. He used the vibrating cock ring and dildo again on and off. Then continued to fuck me raw. We both exploded with streams of jizz flying across our bodies. Safe, secure, exhausted and satisfied. We headed into the showers and then to sleep at 4:30 a.m.

 

Waking early the final day it was hard to get moving but I had to travel. It was routine for me, coffee, check the phone, pack up the car, etc. But we continued to touch, kiss, tease and play until our last moments. We held a long passionate kiss to say goodbye, but Sir had to come to the car and find my nipple and kiss me again. Neither of us wanted it to end. We both promised to do this again as we immensely enjoyed our bondage time together. I was a good boi and sore for days.

 

 

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