Owning Dale

I had always believed that I was sub. Then, one day on a kinky web site I saw Dale's picture. He wasn't really my type; 21, fresh faced, blonde messy hair, 100 miles away... And I am straight. However, there was something about him that appealed to my single man cravings and made my stomach knot up tight and so I read his profile. Dale was looking for some kinky fun, had dabbled, and didnt want to play on his doorstep. In hope, I messaged him saying I had some experience (lie), loads of gear (lie) and was gay (another lie). Why was i lying to woo this guy when I went looking for some hetero fun?

Anyway, he didnt reply that day, but he was on my mind for the next five days until he did reply. He apologised for the delay in replying which was down to nerves, but said he liked my face pic and wanted to chat. We exchanged emails (i downloaded some pics of toys and emailed them to him). Dale started to reveal what kind of fun he was really looking for and then, to my surprise (and shock), he mailed his number amd asked me to call him. Now it was me who was nervous...

I left the poor lad almost two days before calling him. But I did and we hit it off quite quickly, building on the emails we set out a clear "what we'd like to do" and arranged a day... It was a Tuesday and he was making the trek to mine that Friday afternoon. I needed to go shopping in preparation. A few hundred pounds later, on the Thursday night, Dale texted me. "Shit," I thought, "he's not coming". But I was wrong, Dale told me he would be there at 5pm on Friday and asked if he should bring anything. I said to bring anything he wanted to and gave his a dress code. 

Friday. 5pm. Dale arrived. 

I opened my door to see a 6'4" blonde guy in faded, ripped, tight blue denim and a snug fitting white tee-shirt. He was taller than I thought he would be, I'm 6'2" but he seemed way taller. He carried a small hold-all and smiled. I was a mess. But... I'm straight!?! I invited him in, he took the hold-all off his shoulder and it was the that i noted how toned this boy was. Not massively pumped, but well muscled and toned... Turns out Dale is a swimmer. 

We chatted, set up some do's and dont's, code words, etc, and i showed him round. We were stood back in the hallway when I stared at him and said, "OK. Top off". Dale slid his tee over his head to reveal a nicely toned swimmers physique. I stepped forward and started to examine him... His stomach was solid, arms, shoulders and butt. I stepped back, "trousers too". Dale unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the belt loops in such a way that it cracked the air. That shook me up. It was a reminder that this boy could easily take me. He unbuttoned his fly and let the jeans slide to the floor. Dale was a good boy, he remembered and obeyed my full instructions... No underwear. 

I smile, Dale is also beaming, so cock sure of himself. Young, beautiful, buff and a healthy looking cock. He asks me if I am gonna get my kit off. "Not yet," I reply, "plenty of time. I need to show you where you'll be sleeping. Get your gear". Dale picks up his clothes and bag and follows me upstairs into my room. 

"Getting me in the sack, eh?" he asks. 

I dont answer but smile a wry smile and show him a well stocked wardrobe of filth.

"Wow, wouldnt mind giving that a quick try," he said pointing at a collar with neck bar.

"Sure," I say as I get it out. I hand it to Dale for him to inspect. He holds the collar up to his neck and looked at me, smiling. Smitten though I was, I held a straight face as I expertly padlock the heavy duty metal collar in place and then guide his wrists into the equally heavy duty cuffs. He looks glorious, and then shocked as I push him back onto the bed.

"Hey," he mockingly protests, "thought I was the dom one".

Then it hit me. The crack of the whip,the cock sure cockiness... My ad. I had used the site before when I met another lad called Lee. I was looking for a dom. I hadnt changed my preferences... Dale was still smiling at me. 

"OK," I said, "I'll be gentle". Truth is, I had no intention of letting Dale go. I had misled him, and there was no way I wanted to give up this beautiful boy. So, i schemed.

"If you lie back there," pointing to the middle of the bed, "I'll make it worth your while", I said, licking my lips. 

Dale hurriedly shuffled into position. I reached to the bed posts and produced restraints; left wrist to bed post, right wrist to bed post, and quickly padlocked the lad into them. His movement was quite restricted, collar, metal bar, cuffs, and now to the bed. Dale starte to shuffle nervously,

"Cant wait for the role reversal, boy. Youre in trouble". Those words were spoken with purpose, quite a dominant one - odd for a boy who had just walked in to secure, tight, restrictive, controlling bondage.

"Don't think so, mate". I said and gagged him quickly - much to his tightly bound frustration. 

Later on, shortly before bed, my thoughts of Dale in his "predicament" made me as horny as hell. I went to see him before bed, he was wide awake with his cock pointing straight up. It was impressive when flaccid, but.... A grower amd a shower. I had my hands down my crotch while Dale was struggling in his restraints. Dales muscular, lomg, swimmers legs had free range of movement as he squirmed around the bed. That was no good - he had to be mine completely. I secured his legs to the bed as I had done with his wrists then sat on his lap and removed his gag. Dale was quiet. His cock kept drumming my ass cheeks as it throbbed. Dale's expression was beging for attention. I teased myself as I looked into his eyes - it would be nice to be dommed by Dale, but I had him. I wanted to keep him. I stroked my cock as I thought about being his bitch, tightly bound with that cock pounding my (virgin) ass. It wasnt long before I had covered Dale's six pack in my cum. Dale's face told me that he was starting to accept that I was his master and that he was my boy. And thats where I left him for the night. Subdued. Bound. Frustrated. Dripping.