A Bourbon Friday

He sent me that text one Friday evening : ‘’Free tonight? Still got that Bourbon you enjoyed so much last time’’

It was 5 or maybe 6. Winter was at its fiercest, and walking the streets of Montreal in the dark cold did not appear really appealing to me.

I had not eaten yet, but planned to make something simple at home while sipping a beer.

‘’What time were you thinking?’’, I replied half-heartedly.

I opened a bottle of beer, a blanche, and poured some in a tall glass. I took a sip.

The last time we hooked up, two or three weeks ago, was then partially brought back to my mind: him inserting his fingers – one, two, three, then four – in my mouth first, to make them wet, then slowly in my ass, one after the other again.

Moments before, he had well prepared my hole with his tongue, by licking it thoroughly then penetrating it deeper than I could imagine with it.

My hands were tied behind my back and I could not refrain from moaning loudly. I was not gagged.

‘’Was thinking 9ish. But as you prefer’’: my thoughts were interrupted by this text message. But not my hard-on, which just got… harder.

I took another sip of the blanche and replied:

‘’9 is fine. I’ll gladly have a taste of your bourbon again. À tantôt’’

‘’A tantot’’, he texted me back.

I put my hand on my crotch, and gently slid it under my pants and my underwear. My dick was hard as a rock and I replaced it upwards, without resisting to the temptation to stroke it a little.

The dark cold didn’t scare me anymore.

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At the door of his building, I dialed his apartment number, just like I did last time.

I was wearing a pair of jeans, not too skinny because of the cold, a tight T-shirt under a wool sweater and a warm coat. Under my pants, I had tight V-shaped navy-blue briefs espousing my hips perfectly and underlining my cock, 7 inches long when hard.

“It’s me”, I answered in a slightly trembling voice, just like last time, when he asked who was downstairs.

The door buzzed. It startled me a little, like last time, and I entered.

He lived at the last floor of a new four storey building with an elevator.

When I got out of it, his apartment door was just on the right. I knocked.

He opened, and stood there for an instant. Not the best looking of men, but tall (6 feet or something), with a sensual mouth, nice blue eyes, brown hair and a nice cut body, that I could see well under his mesh tank top.

He took my shoulders with his big and strong hands, brought me closer to him without saying anything and kissed me, inserting his tongue deeply in my mouth. My cock grew instantly, and his too. He then grabbed my ass with his left hand, stopped kissing and told me: “Come inside, I’ll pour you some bourbon.” He slapped my ass lightly and directed me towards the sofa, where I sat after taking off my coat and sweater.

He came back a minute later with two glasses filled with an amber-coloured liquid and an ice cube.

“Santé”, he said before we took our first sip, sitting one next to the other.

We talked for a few minutes in English, as he was more comfortable in that language, but after a few sips he couldn’t resist interrupting me with a French kiss. He then grabbed my left arm behind my back with his left hand. He grabbed the right one with his right hand, and held them together while he reached for handcuffs he was keeping in a drawer in the lounge table.

He turned me around, and locked the device. I was trapped. The fun was beginning.

First, he forced me to stand up, and walked me to his bedroom.

Then he pushed me on the bed, face up. He unfastened my belt, took my pants off abruptly, and took my socks off. He knelt on the ground, massaged my feet for a few seconds and, all of a sudden, took a gentle bite of the palm of the left foot.

I screamed, more out of surprise than pain.

“Shhhh”, he said, before sucking my toes one after the other, all ten. My dick was making a tipi out of my briefs.

“I think I need to take that off, honey, don’t you think?”

“Yes, please do whatever you wish.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes.”

Two seconds later, my underwear was gone. He smelled my crotch, eyes closed, then licked a few times the head of my penis, just enough to titillate me.

After that, he took a few things in one of the bedside tables – ropes, a piece of clothe and some toys I couldn’t identify.

He ordered me to lay on my stomach, unlocked the handcuffs, then spanked me hard and ordered me to turn around. My dick was up in the air like a rocket ready to launch, but he didn’t pay attention to it. He told me to take off my shirt.

After that, he tied my wrists to the headboard with the rope he had taken from the table’s drawer. I could move my legs but my hands were held together over my head and I could not move them much: I was now his prisoner.

He forced me to drink a full glass of water – I must say I was pretty thirsty.

Then he looked at me in the eyes briefly, just before blindfolding me with the piece of cloth.

It was more than dark now, but not cold. And I lost track of time.

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After undressing himself, he started by licking the palm of my feet, my calf, my knees, my thighs, my balls… He tightened his lips around my balls, and it started to hurt… but not in a bad way. I moaned. He pressed harder.

‘’Ahhh.’’

I couldn’t resist. I was hard. He took my cock in his mouth, and used one of his hands to continue pressing my testicles. He was now sucking me. And suddenly he spanked my balls.

I screamed.

He spanked them again, then pressed them in his fist. I screamed again.

He quit my cock and introduced his tongue violently in my mouth, as if he were trying to reach the end of my throat. His hands moved towards my perineum, and he put one of his fingers on my anus. He played with it a little bit, then got his tongue out of my mouth, only to replace it with that finger, the middle one, I think, that he made me suck. It tasted a little like my asshole.

When it was wet enough, he put it back on my hole, circling it slowly at first… then he pushed hard and it was inside. He took it out and forced me to suck it again. It was tasty, and I was as hard as ever… He forced me to suck his ring (I think) finger too, and you can predict what happened next.

His two fingers penetrated me, while he was again sucking my dick. My hands tied to the headboard, I was powerless, but it made me enjoy myself even more, as I couldn’t do anything about what was happening, except moaning louder and louder and move my ass to welcome his fingers deeper inside.

With his other hand, he gripped one of my pecs and squeezed it like an orange. He stopped sucking me, and took his two fingers out of my ass to put them in my mouth. They were tasty. He added two other fingers, deeply, which almost choked me.

Then, without notice, he pinched one tit, and bit the other. I uttered a muffled scream.

I was as hard as I could. Him too, as the pressure I felt on my leg indicated me.

To be continued..