I found him out. But then he found me out!

Part one. My cousin Skinny

I was helping my cousin with some projects in his yard. Cutting limbs off some tress and the sort. When I was looking in the shop for some better gloves, I came across several boxes of kinky bondage gear. I know that it is because I jerk off to a lot of gay bondage porn. I looked around and noticed he has a large closed-off room in this big shop. I always thought it was a storage room or something. My mind wandered into the pervy world. Was he using that room for gay bondage fucking? I started to get a little hard. That doesn't mean I'm gay. 

But after having limited success with girls all my life, I let an older guy use me for a slut a couple of times. It was humiliating. He liked to tie my hands and make me suck him off, embarrassing me in front of some of his friends.  I was only with him for a few months. I decided to cool it for a while. But I liked it. So a little gay sex and some nasty bondage have always had a place in my heart.

'Skinny' as everyone has called him, came up behind me. He wasn't all that skinny anymore. He had spent time at the gym, worked with some boxing trainers, and was pretty tough. I was looking around the corner, checking the door, trying to peek into the closed-off room. 

"Where did you find that?"

I was startled! Shit! What is he talking about? Oh no! I had a leather head harness and ball gag in my hand. I was so stunned finding the naughty gear in his place, I forgot to put it back in the box. Now, this was embarrassing!

"Sorry, I came across this stuff looking for some gloves. I'm really sorry."

"You must have liked that. Are you stealing it from me?"

"Oh, shit no! I've never seen one in the flesh. I wanted to... well, I'm not sure what I wanted to do with it."

I was sweating. This is awkward as fuck!

"Look, I've got some friends who are into that sort of thing. It's their stuff. You can't have it. But I can put it on you if you want to try it."

What the fuck? I think he was getting the wrong idea. Or was he? This was getting really uncomfortable. It was time to get out of this situation and fast.

"I'll put it back. We can forget all about it. Let's finish up and I'll go. Ok?"

"Sure. You've already done more than I expected you to do. Hold on and I'll show you what I have in there."

I didn't want to see what was in there. I just wanted to get the hell out. I dropped the head harness into the box, turned toward the shop door, but I had to stop there. The door was closed and my cousin was standing in front of it. Blocking it. He was looking through some keys. He found the one he wanted, walked past me, grabbing my arm and the harness out of the box, and dragged me with him. 

"You're going to see what's in here. Like it or not."

The room was smaller than it looked from the outside. It wasn't even ten feet square. At first, it looked like a tiny apartment. There was a small kitchen, a table and some chairs around. I thought to myself this was it. Now I can go. 

"Follow me, snoopy little boy."

Back in the corner was another door. I barely noticed it. It was the same flat gray color as the rest of the room. No doorknob. Just a lock that his ket fit right into. 

"I'm going to introduce you to Master D."

Part 2. Master D

Before he opened the door he pushed me against the wall, twisting my arm behind my back. It hurt. I'd never been manhandled like this before. I wasn't sure what was going on. But I had a bad feeling.

"Let's start with these."

I've heard the rattle of handcuffs before. But I've never been cuffed with them. They hurt. The door opens and we are inside. No lights. No windows. No nothing. A thin stretchy band covers my eyes. I can tell the lights in the room came on. But I can't see anything else. And then, of course, the ball pops into my mouth. He quickly and expertly straps and buckles the harness over and around my head. He works the ball deeper into my mouth. He keeps pulling, tightening the strap. The ball is big. My jaw is already sore. This sucks!

"Mummphh!!!!"

I'm pushed back against a padded wall. My handcuffs are unlocked only for my wrists to be buckled straight out to either side. There is some sort of attachments on the wall I'm being cuffed to. There are more on the wall behind my head. The harness is strapped back to them. I'm pinned against the wall, helpless. I hear a phone being dialed.

"Hey! This is D. Yep, just like I told you. Yep, I got him strung up just the way you like 'em. Ok. I'll see you soon."

I'm trying to talk. I'm trying to cry out. I'm trying to scream! Fuck, this ball is big. And tight! Fuck!

"Look, cousin. I can't be your bad daddy. I can't be your anything. We are too related. But I have a friend who might be just the perfect match for you. He is coming over right now. I might watch. I'll probably take a few pictures and some videos. But that will be about it for me. Sound good?"

I'm running the last few minutes through my mind. What just happened to me? Did my cousin figure me out that fast? How does he know I've been gay before. What sort of signals am I putting out? This is nuts!

I calm myself down. I'm trying to breathe with this fucking gag in my mouth. I did like his strong hands on me. I've never been bound and helpless like this before. Do I kind of like it?

I relax and slowly nod my head.  "Mummph..."

Part 3. Mike

"He is my cousin. So I don't really want to be a part of this. Too weird for even me."

The two men are walking and talking and Mike is touching me. First a hand on my shoulder. Then on my face. The fingers wandered down my chest and into my crotch. He gives me a little squeeze. 

"You were right. He is into it, isn't he?"

I was hard. What a fucking crazy time to be hard?

"He found the gear out there. I told you not to leave it out like that. But I could tell he was very curious. More like interested. So I gave it a shot. And yes, he is very much into it."

They whispered for a minute. My cousin was leaving. Mike appreciated him getting me for him.

"Thanks, bud" 

And my cousin was gone.

"Let's get this nasty ball out of your mouth. OK?"

I quickly and enthusiastically nodded. I let out a loud gasp for air as it popped out. Drooling and trying to catch my breath. He pulled the nylon wrap off my head, uncovering my eyes. He stood back to look me over. And to have me look him over too. 

Mike was big, a little chubby, and hairy. He was undressing. His shirt was already off. I began to panic a little. He unbuckled his pants, they fell to the floor. He stepped out of his shorts. His fat hairy cock was hanging down between his legs. I started to struggle. The buckles and locks holding me against the cold wall rattled. Mike walked right up to me. His hand slipped down into my pants. My jeans popped open and slid down to my knees. He had my stiffening cock in his hand. He opened his mouth and pressed it against mine. I was so confused he had to force my mouth open. 

"You better fucking kiss me, bitch. Or there will be a much different ending."

Part 4. Eating some hairy ass - coming soon