Garage sale set up

Part 1

Post: Huge video collection for sale. Many for $1 or less. Includes vintage movies and porn titles. 

Gary: I used to own a video store but that business dried up so here they are. No one uses DVDs anymore. I can't give them away. Why did you stop by?

Me: Well, to be honest, I really like vintage porn and I've been a collector myself for some time. I don't see any of that stuff here though.

Most of the movies he has on the tables in the garage are just old shit left over from his video store. 

Gary: Well, I think I do have some Betty Paige stuff in the back. Come on in. 

Me: Betty Paige? Really? I love her stuff. She is so kinky!

He leads me into the house through the garage entry door, through the kitchen and into his office. It's a nice, neat home with what seems to be fairly expensive furniture. It's nice. Betty Paige was a classic pin up girl who took to doing porn movies back in the 50's I think. All the movies are black and white. She was one of the first porn stars to exhibit in bondage situations. She would be bound and gagged or bind and gag other women in sexy lingerie and stockings from the era. Vintage lingerie has always been a turn on for me. I love Betty Paige movies! I'm hoping he has some I haven't seen yet. I'm very excited and forget I'm being lured into a home of I guy I just met.

I follow him like a puppy through a door in the office into a large closet. Like a big walk in with lots of shelves stacked with books, magazines and VHS and DVD movies. 

Gary: These are the ones I don't want to sell. But I'll give you a few.

He politely steps back and motions for me to take a look. I'm standing in the Betty Paige section. There are magazines, VHS and DVDs of her from all sorts of different time periods and subjects. She is so pretty all tied up in her bra and corset, garters and stockings. I am looking through one of the magazines when he touches me on the shoulder. I jump a little because I was so enthralled with the magazine photos. 

Gary: Oh. I'm sorry, I just have these you might like to look at too. 

He is a little closer than he was a minute ago. The room seems smaller now. I open the magazine.  This one is of young guys performing oral sex for other men. The magazine title is "Gay Church Camp", or something weird like that. I didn't really catch it because I was so surprised and uncomfortable. 

Gary: I'll give some of these as well. If you want them. 

He has several in his hand. Holding out for me to accept. I take them. 

Gary: Here are some videos you might like too. 

Now I have 5 magazines and 6 DVDs in my hands. 

Gary: I like this one very much. Take it home and preview it. if you like it, I've got a nice projection TV room downstairs. Come back later and we can watch it together. If you're interested.

The video in question was a gay bondage flick. "Gay Prison Slaves". I look up at him with a silly, stupid look on my face. 

Me: What the fuck?

Gary: You don't have to be embarrassed. We all have out secret fantasies. Check it out today. Text me if you are interested. I'll have drinks and make some snacks. I'll close the garage sale at 6.

It seems like it took a long time to get the fuck out of there. Finally back in my car and driving away I glace at the pile of magazines and videos on my seat. I've got all afternoon to check out a lot of free porn. I've got a little chubby going! 

Well, the only mag with Betty Paige in the pile was the one on top. All the rest of them were gay stuff. Old, vintage gay porn. All the guys have the hairy chest and required 70's porn star mustache. As I moved through the pile the subject matter got kinkier. I didn't know gay porn back in the 70s and 80s was so nasty. The last 3 mags were all bondage and discipline. Guys in all sorts of different bondage positions being treated like dogs, and just plain fuck toys. 

When I moved to the videos the same theme rang through. Bondage, spanking, blowjobs, ass fucking, gang bangs and the like. It didn't take long to understand what Gary has in mind if I decide to take him up on his offer. Drinks and snacks my ass!

After a hour or so of the same old thing on the TV, I found myself jerking off while watching two guys fucking a helpless bondage slave. One in his ass, while the other one was throat fucking him. There was all kinds of moaning and groaning and cries for mercy. And the typical shitty music that comes with bad porn. But it was working. I felt like I was the guy who was bound and getting double fucked. I was really hard and had a very unusual, extra intense orgasm. I shot all over myself. I even got some on my face. I looked at the TV and realized the guy in the move was dripping with cum on his face too. What was going on?

Me: TEXT: I'll bring your magazines and videos back. I don't want to take them if I'm not going to watch them. I would like to keep the Betty Paige one though, if that's OK?

Gary: TEXT: Sure. Come by after 8 please. I have a few things to do this afternoon. I'll see you then. 

It's dark after 8. His doorway is dimly lit. He opens the door and invites me in. I try to hand him the stack of goods but he takes my arm and pulls me in. Gary is a tall, middle age guy, in decent shape. He is hairy, I can tell. He needs to shave his neck down to the collar line. His arms are very hairy. Thick and dark black hair. He is strong like a logger or a construction worker. He doesn't let go of my arm. 

Gary: I invited you back because I liked you. I know some of this stuff is pretty graphic, but I thought you might like it too. You didn't watch any of it?

He waits.

Me: I didn't really like it, or understand it, I guess. 

Gary: It's pretty simple. 

He still has a grip on my arm as he pulls me down sitting at the dining table. 

Gary: In any relationship there is a dominant and a submissive. In normal porn it's sometimes difficult to figure out which person is which. But in these types, it's pretty easy, isn't it? When you watched these videos, and I know you did, you related to one or the other of the players, didn't you?

I just stared back at him. Not knowing what to say. It suddenly was very warm in here. I was sweating. He waited patiently for my answer.

Me: Ahhh... sure. I guess I did. 

Gary: And? Who did you relate to? 

Me: ..................   fuck.

Gary: Yes, I thought so. Get on your knees. Get on your knees right here, right now. Do it.

His hand gently tugged at my arm, pulling me in the direction of the floor. I suddenly, for no good reason, out of the blue, without warning... knelt on the kitchen floor. 

Gary: Can I trust you'll stay right there? Right there where you are while I go and get some things. Can I trust you?

Somehow he has given me the ability to say no, or to agree. I felt empowered somehow. The visions of the guys tied like slaves and sucking long hard cocks were creeping back into my mind. This guy has my number. He is good at this sort of seduction, or manipulation. I slowly nodded.

Gary: Good.

With that he slowly stood up and exited the kitchen. My mind raced, wondering what he has in mind for me. All the naughty porn I'd just watched a few hours before was bouncing through my head. Rope, leather, gags, whips, dungeon furniture and fuck benches. All in dimly lit, deep basement rooms, where no one can hear you scream. I was getting hard again. 

Me: What the fuck?

Gary was only gone a minute. I suppose he didn't want to give me too much time to change my mind, or he was really excited to get this thing going. It was both.

He was hiding the leather cuffs behind his back when he arrived back in the kitchen. He dropped to his knees behind me, taking my arms and pulling them back behind me. T could hear the buckles rattling as he strapped the cuffs around my wrists. I looked back at him with a nervous,  but excited expression. He was working to get the cuffs in place quickly, and securely. When he finally tightened them around my wrists as tight as they would go, I winced a little, and looked back at him again. This time in an 'ouch', sort of way. He just smiled at me.

Gary: Let's go.

Up on our feet we went straight back to a dark basement stairway. I started to resist but it was too late. What the fuck was I thinking?

Part 2

I allowed him to lead me quietly down the stairs and into a dark bedroom. This reminded me of a scene from one of the gay BDSM videos I'd just watched an hour before. The handcuffs were unlocked from each other so my hands were free but with one cuff still wrapped and buckled tight around each wrist. He gently pushed me back against a back wall. 

"Undress."

I nodded and whispered "OK. Fuck."

More visions of the naughty gay porn were racing through my mind. He was taking a video of me with his phone. It was the only real light in the room. The phone's light was bright and shining in my eyes. I felt like I was on display or something. I slowly took off my clothes. The vision of one particular fuck slave was in my head. He was a younger guy like me. He was being trained and used by an older hairy guy. Like this guy. What was I doing? I've never... really, never.

As I was undressing I could tell behind the bright light the man was removing his clothes as well. I caught a flash of his hard cock. He was moving around from behind the light and toward me. The camera phone was on a tripod or a stand. Still recording. He came close. I tried to back away, but I couldn't get the thoughts and pictures of the naughty gay porn out of my head. I wanted this. I waited.

He touched my shoulder. I jumped a mile high. His other hand held my arm. His face was right in mine. I could feel the bristles of his beard. "Let's get you to bed, cunt."

Part 3

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Billy