Married Couple looking for Submissive playmate

Part 1 - Getting there

She looked hot. Tall and slender. Maybe in her mid 30's. He is boring-looking. If I get a chance to be with her, I'll let him grab my ass or something. It would be worth the trade-off. We chatted for a while. She sent me more photos of her. She told me her hubby doesn't do it for her anymore. I sent some photos of me and my cock. It was a date!

I was a little concerned about the submissive part. I'm more of an Alpha with women. She told me it just means she likes to be in charge. I might be collared and have some cuffs and chains around me here and there. But nothing too crazy. I told her I was ok with that!

Bob answered the door. On the living room table were a collar and some leather cuffs. 4 of them. 

"What are all the cuffs for?"

"Two for your wrists, and two for your ankles, silly."

The wife wasn't home yet. 

"She wants me to prepare you for her. And I always do what she says. You should too, new boy."

Quickly I'm stripped to my shorts and cuffed, standing in the middle of the living room. He locks my wrists behind my back and my ankles together. As he buckled the collar, he got really close. We are face to face. Too close for me. 

"I need to get the cuffs and this collar real tight. She likes it that way." 

He was touching my bare skin more than he needed to. I've really never been this close to another guy. I've wondered about gay sex. Who hasen't? But I wasn't ready. The visions of her pretty face and tight body were still whirling around in my head. Where was she?

Bob took his shirt off exposing his chubby pale white upper body. A chain was clipped to the front ring on my collar. He tugged it. I almost fell over.

"Follow me, bitch."

My ankles were chained pretty close together. A short 6-inch chain between them. I stumbled, shuffling the best I could. Maybe she was waiting wherever we were going? At the bottom of the stairs, he released the chain between my ankles. Bob took me by the collar and kissed me on the mouth. Right on my fucking mouth! He even tried to push his tongue inside. What the fuck? Now being pulled up the stairs by my neck, I began to question and complain. 

"This is bullshit! Your wife said she would be here. Actually. she said you wouldn't be around much at all. Where is she? I'm not going any further until you tell me."

"When we get upstairs, I'll show you what's up. Shut up until then, bitch."

The bedroom wasn't what I expected. There were no women's touches. Heavy, dark wood furniture. A huge bed with a black bedspread, wooden beams overhead, and tall head and footboards. There were two cameras on tripods at each side of the bed. Hanging on one wall was a rack with dozens of ropes and leather belts hanging from it. I was in big, gay trouble.

Bob attached the chain to my ankles again. "Stay here."

I watched as he undressed, then pulled on a pair of black leather chaps. Open in the back and in the front. His cock was hanging down. It was long and fat. And he was pretty hairy. "Oh fuck!" I thought. And not in a good way. Not yet anyway.

Bob took some items from the dresser. He walked to me, holding them in my face. Two rough-looking clamps. Nipple clamps. And a naughty red rubber ball gag with two big straps running through it. 

"Do you want anything to do with these, bitch?"

I quietly shook my head.

"Good. Get over to the bed and sit down." 

He watched and laughed as I shuffled over to the bed. He moved from one video camera to the other, turning them on. His cock was starting to poke straight out. I was going to get very well acquainted with it, very soon, I surmised. 

Part 2 - Going there

Bob sat next to me. He looked me over. It was time. I could tell. He gently pushed me down on my back, kissing and groping me. My arms were still pulled behind my back, cuffed like a kidnapped victim. So all I could do was take it. He was nice. Kissing my neck, licking my face and my lips. His mouth covered mine. This time I let him slip his tongue inside my mouth. His wandering hands were all over me. Eventually pushing my shorts down, pulling my dick. I just lay there, my eyes rolling back in my head. What else was I going to do?

'Do you like that? My hand on your cock? You don't have to answer. I can tell you do. I want you to do the same for me. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

In a lost and confused daze, I slowly nodded my head.

My hands were freed. He took them and placed them in his bare crotch. I'd been feeling his hardon bumping me for a while. Now I had it. My fingers wrapped around it. He held my hands, moving them where he wanted them. Up and down on his shaft. Slowly. Up and down. From the bottom, all the way out to the tip. He squeezed my hands to encourage me to squeeze his throbbing cock harder.

"This is really nice. But it's time for you to be the submissive playmate you promised to be. Slide down there and put that in your mouth. Like a good little bitch."

By now we were up in the middle of the huge bed. The dark bedspread was silky smooth. It felt nice. The large posts and overhead beams made me feel like I was inside a castle or a dungeon or something. There were metal rings and brackets bolted to the beams. One of them had a long black rope hanging from it. I felt like a captive. Like a manly man's play toy. The leather cuffs were still wrapped tightly around my wimpy wrists and ankles. The collar was snug around my slender neck. I was wondering when he might string me up to the bedposts like a slave. I wasn't going anywhere until he said I could. I thought I better do whatever he told me to do. So I did.

I thought of how nice he had been. I know he tricked and lied to get me here. But he had been gentle, and polite. So I tried to please him because of it. I also figured if I didn't give him a satisfactory blow job, I didn't want this thing up my tight, virgin ass hole. It's pretty fucking big. So I had some motivation.

I'd never seen an uncircumcised cock before. It's so different from any I've seen. There's a lot more skin sliding up and down around it when I was sucking it. Even when it was super hard and ready to blow. I had one hand around the base of it keeping the tip of it from going down my throat. He grabbed my head and pulled my hair. I heard him groan and tell me what I good sucker I was. My cheeks blew out full. Then I choked and spurted a lot of it all over his lap. He pushed my head down hard. I couldn't breathe! More cum blowing all over the place. 

"Eat it you fucking whore!"

I was drooling and blowing cum and snot out my nose. I was crying. What the fuck? I big bathroom towel covered my face. He helped me clean it up. 

"This is a $1000 comforter. I don't know what I was thinking having you do that while were on it."

All I knew was this shit was a mess. I know I swallowed some of it. I wasn't happy about that. 

"Let's get you in the shower and clean you up."

With the cuffs and collar removed, he pushed me into his big, fancy walk-in tile shower. We washed up and shampooed our hair. It was nice. But I was still just a bit too close to the man. We were in there for a long time. The warm soft water felt great. 

Bob took a towel and dropped it onto the shower floor. It was still folded up. 

"Get on your knees and try that again, bitch. I'm ready."

His strong hands were on my shoulders. My knees were on the wet, squishy towel. His big hard member was down my throat. I gulped and choked and slid it in and out. After a few minutes, I looked up. He was looking right back down at me. 

"That's good. Look up at me like that until I blow again. I like that."

It's a lot harder to concentrate when you're looking him in the eyes. And he liked it. 

"That's it, baby. Suck a little harder. Just like that! Press those little bitch lips tighter! Ok, get it all the back in your throat, baby! Take it all the way. Come on! I know you can do it! Go, baby! Go!"

I'm in a frenzy sucking him like a desperate slut. I'm pounding my head in and out really fast. Every time in, his cock head pops the back of my throat. It's a fast, crazy skull fucking. He is trying so hard to cum again. It takes fucking forever! We finally both stop from exhaustion. 

"That was a good try, sweetie. But it's going to take a little more to get me off this second time."

Another towel joins us on the shower floor. Bob drops to his knees behind me. I start to move and stand up. He grabs my hair and pushes my face against the hard tile wall. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me in close. I see him take a bottle of shampoo off the floor. It's all over my backside now. 

"Oh fuck!"

Bob holds my head with my hair. My eyes open wide as I feel his long slippery cock sliding up between my cheeks. I'm gasping for breath. I'm trying to scream! He roughly pulls my hips in hard. 

"Oh fuck yes! Scream all you want, bitch!"

He just keeps pushing. Wiggling up and down and pushing. His cock pops in, then goes in a little more. He pulls back a little, then back in. Harder. Deeper. "Fuck!"

Before I know it, he is slapping my backside with his hips. He is all the way in and having his fun. I can't believe I'm taking his huge cock. I hear my little outburst every time he pounds forward. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I wake up on the bathroom floor. The shower is off. I've got a towel draped over me. Bob is somewhere else. My ass feels like it's just been violated with a big fat cock. . I can't move. I lay there for a long time. My warm skin cooled by the cold, Italian tile floor. 

Part 3 - Got there

Bob says he should have been easier on me. But after a couple of hours, I almost feel like myself again. I'm not ready for 'round two', But I'm moving ok. Bob thanks me for being a good sport. He finally came clean on how he seduced me.

"My wife and I broke up a few years ago. I used some of her old pictures. I emailed you pretending to be her. But you probably already figured that out. Didn't you?"

He gave me two flash drives with the videos of us. I watch them frequently. Although they only captured us kissing on the bed, and me sucking him off. He didn't have a camera recording our bathroom scene. Next time he wants me to stay the night. I'm still waiting for the courage to do it all again. But somehow, I know I will.