Bathhouse Backroom Adventure

I was a little nervous at first, but since Fran was going to be my ‘jungle guide’ I went along with it. We caught up one evening and unfortunately our usual venues were not open to private activities, so Fran suggested a bathhouse. I was uncertain but Fran convinced me otherwise (it was while riding in a taxi at night that he reached over and rubbed my cock, making me hard and encouraging me to explore options). Besides, Fran pointed out that they have small private rooms so I quickly agreed.

We arrived as a private bathhouse (called 'The Club’). Fran said to me as we entered, “we’re in time for a special event: it’s closed to the usual crowd.” I didn’t say anything but went along.

I had brought with the usual items that we could use - rope, duct tape, several handkerchiefs and a ball gag - and so we got a room.

It was a quiet night outside of The Club, but once inside you could still hear some activity going on, music playing in the background, but it was not at what I assumed; loud and out of control. Instead, it was somewhat quiet but also intense; in the background you could sense some activity, but it wan’t clear what.

As we entered our private room and closed the door, I notice how small it was; just barely enough room for a small locker and a double size bed. “This place is clean; I’ve gone here a number of times before,” Fran said as we both stripped, leaving me with little on save for my jock strap and my leather belt (as he liked it like that) while Fran stood in front of me naked - and hard. It was the moment of truth: we looked at each other for a moment, and then we both approached each other as Frank reached out, fondled my balls and then with his other hand around my head pulled me in for a long kiss. My cock immediately hardened and with that, his hands moved onto my cock and started to rub my  cock, pulling it and slowly stroking me. This went on for a minute or two. Then he pulled my jock strap back over my hard and moist cock, rubbing it some more. Stepping back for a moment, he whispered, “turn around and cross your hands behind your back.”

I listened to the sound of duct tape being pulled from the roll: whenever I hear it gets me excited. 

I complied and in minutes my hands were tightly bound and wrapped to my belt. Nothing was said; we both knew what we wanted. Turning me around Fran gagged my mouth, stuffing a handkerchief into my mouth and then placing not one, but three strips of duct tape over my mouth - one across my mouth and the other two in a cross pattern ensuring that it didn't get loose - and this while slowly and thoroughly rubbing the tape into my face to make sure it was sealed.

I stood at attention, as he stared at me for a moment. My heartbeat was racing and my cock was hard and throbbing, pushing trough my jock strap: I moved slightly, circling my hip, feeling my cock rub against my jock strap, exciting me even more. I enjoyed doing this in front of Fran; doing a small dance for him both to gain his interest and also to feel the pleasure of my cock rubbing against the fabric, making my cock hard and strong while also building up the pre-cum seeping though my jock strap. 

Fran stared at my cock and watched my dance, then raised his eyes to look at me; with a serious look he moved closer to me.

Fran than pulled my jock strap down to my ankles as he then knelt down in front of me and started to orally satisfy me. Using both his hands on my ass cheeks, I was kept in place as he moved around my cock, licking my balls and then going down on my shaft in a steady, solid rhythm while squeezing my ass cheeks. I started to call out, moan and try my bindings, leaning back as his strong hands kept my hips in place. There was no sound, other than the song of his slurping, our breathing and my moaning. I rolled my head back and forth, my eyes closed enjoying the intensity: he really wanted me to give him what I got. I then opened my legs wider and leaned forward into him, watching as he stared back at me, our eyes locking into one another: a man twice my age giving his young lover the joy of a true and deep blow job.

I couldn’t deny Fran; I was his.

I roiled my head back, staring at the ceiling with ym eyes half closed, rolling back and forth while calling out "MMPH!  MMPH! MMHP!"   I found myself standing on my tip toes, legs as wide open as I could without falling down, my pelvis leaning forward ever more, giving to him as much of my cock as I possibly could, as I moved about with my cock in his mouth. In minutes I exploded,  trying to shout though my gagged mouth, giving him my cum to satisfy his thirst, moaning loudly, pumping into him several deep shots until I could barely stand up. I very soon found myself laying on my back on the bed with my legs up as he quickly placed my ankles on his shoulders and by his neck, moving in closely to me, our faces merely inches apart. I suddenly felt his cock shoved in, taking my by surprise as he quickly pounded into me with a hard, strong rhythm, every thrust telling me “You’re mine!” The bed rocking and hitting the wall, my hands not having any give, my gag firm. Rolling my head back and forth, throwing my head up and down, as if trying to get close to his face. At one point our faces were only mere inches apart, but he gave no sign of giving in - of taking my  gag off and kissing me - but instead pushed even harder, forcing me to arch my back as he finally gave a bellow “UUUHHH!” and throw his back in a rictus of ecstasy, his eyes rolling about as he shot into me 1, 2, 3, 4, - times I couldn’t count as my hips were raised up very high, my arms barely able to keep my hips and ass in line with his cock.

It was what we did: I'd give him my cock and he'd his: as much to each other as we could. 

We rested for a few moments as he slowly got up, grabbed a towel and wiped us off, wiping the sweat from his well-built chest, the cum from my belly and around my butt cheeks and sweat from my forehead which he slowly and deliberately wiped off - and then finished with a kiss.

Every time I was with Fran, I imagined similar scenes over the years: younger man seduced and taken by an older man; but often it is the older men who are under the spell of their younger lovers. Bondage with Fran was always very hot: he knew I was helpless and he could not harm me, and he wouldn’t dare do so as he wanted me for his pleasure - and for our mutual company. This was one of the reasons why it was so hot: trust. I trusted Fran and willingly gave me to him - and he responded in kind, being a firm but gentle lover, taking his time while making me know he was in control. 

Taking my gag off Fran says “Let’s go; let’s take a walk around.”

"But I'm still tied up; shouldn't I be untied?"

“No.”

“But why shouldn’t I be untied?”

“No,” he said as he then suddenly reached over and with some clothesline then also tied my arms up, saying as he did so: “It's important to let everyone here to know that you’re mine.”

I pondered this for a moment as, in addition to my hands being bound behind my back, the rope was wrapped tightly around my arms.

A thought crossed my mind:

“You're not going give me away or  to have somebody fuck me, are you?”

Fran then turned me around and looked at me with a stern look: “no way; you’re mine. No one else can have you. Your ass and cock is mine and nobody else’s! That’s way I fucked you real good and left plenty of cum; they’ll see and sense that.”

"So you've marked me?"

"Yes."

A moment of silence:  "That's kind of - animalistic, isn't it?" I asked.

Fran said nothing, and carefully tied the knot that secured my arms.  He then turned to face me and suddenly kissed me deeply and long.  Stepping back he then asked me: “do you trust me?”

Without hesitation, I replied, “yes.”

Fran then kissed me again, saying with a low whisper “then I’m about to take you someplace that few see or experience” - and suddenly stuffed a fresh hankerchief into my mouth and applied another round of fresh duct tape. I briefly struggled with my arm bindings and move my head around, seeing if I could free my gag, but it was clear that I'm not getting out of anything.  This time, I noted that Fran was very thorough. 

This time it was different.

"Don't need your jock strap: it's better you're nude. But it helps to have a nice hard-on -" as he slowly  stroked me. Standing there in front of him I quickly got hard. Looking at my now growing hard cock, he quietly said, "that's nice: good and hard. Everyone needs to see you just like this."  I looked over at his cock: total hardness. Fran merely looked at me, smiling; his lust in in his eyes. He also re-tied my hands, taking care to make sure the I was nice and bound: tightly tied up and firmly gagged. Nude. Standing behind me, Fran rubbed his cock up and down the crack ofmy  ass, feeling the pre-cum slipping along.  Pinching my nipples, I gave a sudden start, and then squirmed as he pinched ever so harder and longer, making me moan: "Mmmmm!,..."

Whispering in my ear: “there’s no need for you to talk now. Just follow my lead, do as I tell you, and it’ll be hot. You always want to learn something, so this is something you’re never gonna forget.” And with that, he grabbed the rope around my arms, pushed and pulled me to the door, and opened it, pushing me to walk in front of him.

"You're my prisoner!' he whispered in my ear.

The moment before we walked out the door, I managed to reach with my bound hands his cock - ever so hard again. We both stopped as he wanted me to feel it, as I stroked it slowly, feeling the arteries as they pumped the blood and the precum which dripped richly. He wanted me to know that this was going to be something intense. 

He then moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around me again, his mouth running through my hair and his lips whispering into my ear: “I’m taking you to a special place - a real Fuck Festival. A celebration of cum! Let’s go!" pushing me forward, while keeping his hands on my arm bindings, every so often stopping to rub his cock against my ass cheeks, we moved slowly down the hallway to the growing sound of the throbbing music and the sounds of activity. 

As we walked down the corridor some stood and stared, watching us. I struggled briely at times, as if to give an impression I was being taken involuntarily, but here it didn't matter: voluntary or involuntarily, you were getting some. Still I moved about and moaned, acting like an unwilling prisoner. "Yes! Perfect! Keep dong this!" - and then standing behind me and pushing his hard cock around my ass and between my legs.

Outside a private room, the noise was much louder: a leather clad gentleman - tall and imposing, and also wearing a leather jockstrap - stood and nodded at Fran.  They clearly knew each other. Looking at me, he ran his eyes up and down: Fran merely glared back and the man stepped aside. I realized that if I didn't come in with Fran, I would've been his meat for the night. 

We entered the dance floor room: the sight was powerful.

It was a smallish room, about 30 by 30, with scattered waist level platforms, dimmed circling lights and a sound player that was not too loud, but loud enough to cover most noise. It was very crowded; you couldn’t help but rub against one another, making the tension even more intense. Around on the platforms, figures moved and laid about: some either laying back and being fucked, while some were bent over and getting it in the ass. Others, stood in the corners with their lover kneeling before them, orally satisfying their partners and others stood about while behind jerked off, moving about while being stroked. Others on the dance floor were being held as they danced or jerked off as they danced. I noticed that a most of the younger men - like me - were bound and gagged, and so some heads turned as we entered. Fran pushed me to the floor, and moved in time to the music, as I complied and did the same. I swiveled my waist, shaking my ass in front of Fran, while moving my hips up and down, making my cock bounce and move about. Fran stared at my waist and cock, moving close to me, our cocks touching as we rubbed them against each others' cock. I danced around with my legs wide open, enabling Fran to close in to me, rubbing his cock on my cock, the music loud and the lights down very low.

We danced cock to cock; my arms were tightly  bound and thus I couldn't wrap them around Fran, but that didn't stop us from building an intensity between us.  I'd stand with my legs wide open as I possibly could, while Fran would dance between my legs, our cocks rubbing and playing with each other. It was obvious who was the top and the bottom: I'd lean back slightly while Fran would moved in closer. At some times, he would then reach out and grab my hips just to keep me from falling as we'd continue rubbing cocks as we danced nude.  Our eyes and attention focused only on each other. There had been times past when we first started doing this that I'd give up and cum: standing there, moving my cock would let lose a torrent dipping down as I'd move around and soak his hard cock with my surrender. Weakened, my legs would give out and I'd have to stop and rest but now I learned to last, control my desire to let go. Keep it nice and hard: see if can make Fran give it up. Our dances often became a contest: see who can make the other release, thus our dancing would become more intense, close contact only by or cocks, filled with gyrations and and teasing. 

I then noticed that we weren’t the only ones: I looked around and saw most couples were the same as us: older men with their younger bottoms. Most of whom I saw were couples into bondage with the younger men usually the ones bound and gagged. Some danced with their partners on the floor, while looking over I could see some couples were fucking in various places. In some corners couples spent time kissing each other, running their hands over their partners, while in other corners I watched as the other tops had their lovers bent over and fucked from behind with their one desire only of letting loose inside their bound partner. One was laying on top of a table while his older partner held his legs and fucked him with a serious look of total glee, his younger partner - first I thought was distress, but was writhing in desire as he shot a load that shot well above his body, his shouting covered from being heard. A number of the bound ones were also gagged and conversation was very limited: it was focused on action and not talking.

Everyone here were all looking at each other; a few with a total distant look of distress as they were being fucked and others with what looked like sheer ecstasy.

Activity varied; I watched as two older men played with their younger partners who were fucking: with one bent over and the other entering from behind - where both were bound and gagged, the one gagged being fucked by another as he was receiving oral from one of the older men, while the one doing the fucking was being penetrated at the same time by the other older men.

I wanted to ask Fran “what’s going on?” but my gag was too good. Instead, I noticed that Fran and the other ‘elders’ were looking at each other, almost as if to boast about their ‘boy’.

“Turn around,” Fran said me in my ear. 

I did so; he wanted to see me move my ass for him. I could feel his eyes on it - and then I felt his arms wrap me and then pushing me to the side of the room we found a small nook with a padded table; clearly the table was for what Fran intended to do, as he moved me and laid me done on my back and while facing him he suddenly lifting my ankles to his neck and wrapping his arms around my legs tightly  he pushed his cock in, fucking me in time to the music beat.

Fran was taken by the moment: he only wanted me to be there in any fashion he wanted me to be. Fran's fuck toy. And it was a powerful moment, the moment with me helpless and unable to argue or say anything as he pleasured himself with me bound and gagged for all to see in front of others, several of whom stopped to watch as he buried his cock in and moved with a hard termination and a passion bordering on ruthlessness, leaning in close to my face, speaking in a low, harsh voice as he thrust into me:

“This…is…uh!..Love Boy / Man night. Legal age… Uh!.. Only. But…only…older and younger couples are allowed in ….Mm!…Younger…Men! I had to… bring… uh, nh!… You! Show… you OFF! All to See!! You're Mine! Uh! Mine! Ah! Mu - UH UUUHHH… YES GOD!!!!” and with that Fran threw his head up howling in sheer ecstasy as his cock pumped into me again and again and again and again, howling out loud.

After a moment, his face again close to me as he whispers in my ear: “had to show that you were mine; just to keep it that way. Needed to fuck you for all to see; had to show you we’re not alone. Don’t be afraid, Others out there like us,…” And with that he licked the sweat off of my forehead, before grabbing my ankles and pulling my feet close together, the soles touching the soles, locking me in place as he then went down on my cock and began sucking me off, moving quickly with his mouth, up and down my shaft. No delays: just straight into it, working hard to make me cum - and which I quickly found my cock even harder, my cock tip feeling his tongue playing with it, going into his throat while he kept me in place, moving up and down with exaggerated motions, all the while humming with obvious pleasure.

The room was alive with the passion sounds of sucking, moaning, the liquid sounds of asses being repeatedly penetrated by cocks, many either wrapped within their own moments or others watching each other getting fucked or sucked, dancing to the music that’s buried by the sounds of an incredibly sexually active room filled with younger men being taken by older men, many of whom were, like me, bound and held prisoner.

I remember reading stories of ancient days when prisoners were taken, bound to prevent escape, selected and either given, bought or fought over by the captors who deserve a reward for their service, the younger men becoming either mere sex slaves, or willing partners to their captors, becoming lovers and agreeing to give themselves to their captors for mutual pleasures in exchange for protection and shelter. I imagined we were in such a situation: newly captured and surrendering, stripped naked or with minimal clothing, bound and gagged, given over to their newly chosen captors for sexual pleasure.

Unlike earlier days, I and the others in this room were fortunate: I had my lover who wanted me as I wanted him and thus, my cock - so hard and juicy - that was about to give in to him as all around me I could hear the slapping of asses, the grunting and panting of the older men as they worked their cocks into the younger asses; while the younger men (younger in relation to their older lovers) - some who struggled and squirmed as they were penetrated while others danced with their partners with total hotness, bending their hips forward, either teasing with their cocks or their asses, dancing to their partners’ wishes as their partner held their balls and / or stroked their cocks and have them dance, with some cumming and spilling their juice onto the floor, into the hands or mouths of their lovers. It was a noisy place, alive with passion and hot intensity and I surrendered to the moment, feeling that this was a small part of something far bigger and far deeper and a long history.

Outside, the city went on with its usual late night activities, oblivious to our actions with long, ancient roots taking place amongst the consenting and horny. I could see the history reaching back centuries, the multitude of us coming together for an intimacy that many banned over the centuries,…

Suddenly, just then, as if to join in, my passion arose within as I suddenly shot out, futilely trying to shout out Fran’s name:

“MMM! MMM! MMM! MMM! MMM!,…” And then I could give no more, falling quiet.

...watching as he moved about my exploding cock, getting as much cum as he could get as I drained myself into him.

A moment later, Fran whispered in my ear, my focus only on what he said and ignoring the noise and activity all around me: “get up; we’re going back to the room. I have something more to give you,” then standing straight before me between my legs, his hands on his hips, his cock rock hard. I tested my bindings and moved my head around to loosen my gag; no give. 

There was nothing more to be said: my lover has me and I him. And the dance went on,...