Bounded to Please his Master

by Paul François

22 Apr 2019 3150 readers Score 8.4 (20 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


In his early teens, Orvo was called “The Nerd” by his classmates, mainly because of his slim frame, boyish face and glasses. When Orvo turned 17, his friends were not surprised to learn that he was more attracted to guys than gals. The Nerd did not, however, fit in the mainstream gay culture. His fetishes were… bondage, foul body odors, humiliation roleplay, and other kinky practices. 

When he was in grade 8, the frail Orvo experienced innocent tie-up games involving boys of his age, but he usually found himself doing the tying up. He was good with the ropes because he secretly practised self-bondage alone in his bedroom. Gags were also a big thing for him, especially using dirty socks. And he liked wearing sports gear; the look and feel of tight football uniforms while tied up aroused him. He made videos of himself, disguising his face in a leather mask.

For his 18th birthday, Orvo dreamed of exploring his bondage fantasy with an older guy but his timid nature held him back… until he met a very fit blue-collar guy who came over to build a garden box for the backyard. Half way through the job, the stud was perspiring, covered in grime and sawdust. Every time the construction guy bent down, Orvo could see a red jockstrap waist band. “Only gay guys wear that, he thought; now is my chance.” Alone in the house, Orvo decided to play it cool. He had a plan…

- Would you like a glass of beer?
- That would be great, thanks. I’m Paul, what is your name?
- Orvo but you can call me Orja.
- You mean like “slave”?
- Yeah, it’s just a fantasy.

Paul smiled, took a big sip of beer, removed his shirt and continued to quickly finish the job. He also had a plan. As soon as he closed his tool-box, he asked Orvo if it was possible to take a quick shower. “Of course, replied the teenager, you can undress in my bedroom, it’s next to the bathroom.” While Paul was showering, Orvo noticed that there were not only a pair of jeans, a dirty t-shirt, a jockstrap and smelly socks on the bed, there was also a long rope. He immediately grabbed it and circled his waist, almost moaning with pleasure. He did not notice that Paul had come out of the bedroom and was watching him.

- I left it on the bed for you, Orja.
- Oh, your surprised me.
- In a lustful way I’m sure. Can I undress you?
- Please do and tie me up too.
- Don’t worry, I’m also kinky and bondage is my thing too, but I’m the master.
- And me, your obedient Orja!

There was not a four-post bed to easily restrain Orja’s ankles and wrists, but an arm-chair was second best. Paul ordered his slave to undress and sit at a 90-degree angle. He then bounded his wrists to the arm rests and the ankles to the legs of the chair. The master took a pause, put his red jockstrap on and whispered in Orja’s ears: “The best is to come, my little slut!” Paul went to get his tool-box and pulled some electrical wire that he used to make a cock ring, giving Orja an immediate erection. He squeezed his slaves’ balls, tied them separately with wire, triggering moans of pleasure: “This is the best birthday party I’ve ever had, Sir!”

- Fine, but we need to put cream on the cake.
- Do you mean 100% homo nectar?
- Of course, you fucking orja. I’m going to suck you with frenzy and jerk you off to cream my face!

When Paul saw how Orja was so obedient and how he got him so horny, the next step was set into motion. He liberated his slave from the chair, ordered him to get dress and follow the guide of Man-to-Man Pleasure. They took place in Paul’s truck and drove off to a secluded barn where Orja was again tied up, facing this time an X shape cross with foot rests. The rope swirled around the ankles and up to the wrists, giving full access to a round firm young ass.

Paul’s rod was now hard and ready to pump, but he followed his introductory ritual, caressing firmly Orja’s butt, then slapping it vigorously, triggering moans of pleasure. This was the signal for Paul’s oral attack. He bitted the succulent buns, licked the crack and darted his tongue inside to reach the anus or rose bud which he chewed and sucked to the rhythm of Orja’s cries of joy. “The best is to come, my fucking little slave!” Paul opened the Crisco jar and lubricated his hard dick with vegetable shortening, shoved his rod in Orja’s ass hole and started pounding until he exploded his own 100% homo nectar. Orja was no longer a virgin. He had entered Manhood with brilliant colors!

 

by Paul François

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