Tables turned on me

Joe who? Fuck! That's my buddy from basketball league from a few years back. I thought he was married with kids! Why would he be posting on this gay webpage? Hmmm?? Inquiring minds want to know.

I message him saying we have many matches in our desires and fetishes. And I just like his stories and his photo. His bio says he is willing to experiment being a mans sex slave, or sub. He says he has always dreamed of being toped and used like a bitch. I asked if he wants to be a real bitch or just act like one. He didn't understand. I asked if he would wear his wife's underwear when I top him. He didn't like the sound of that. So, at least, we got that out of the picture.

He sees I am in the same city. We exchange for a few weeks and agree to hook up. It turns out he is a closet gay guy and needs to be very discrete. I agree to keep out meet up quiet. The morning before we meet for beers I tell him who I really am. He tries to ghost me but I still have his phone number.

Me: TEXT: "It's cool, Joe. I need to keep this quiet too. Let's still meet up. I'd love to top you."

Joe: TEXT: "I can't get caught. You get it? You can't tell anyone, please. I'll do what you tell me. I want to, and I don't want you to let my secret out."

Me :TEXT: "You better keep your mouth shut too, bitch."

He loved it!

I read stories about guys meeting up in a Master/ Sub way where the Master cuffs and gags the sub in his car or in a bar bathroom. The sub is helpless and nervous as they drive to a secluded place for raunchy fucking. Or in the bar setting, the sub is led back through the bar in cuffs, a collar and a gag like a slave. Everyone laughing and slapping him on his ass as they leave. I was thinking of a similar predicament to put my new friend into. I bought a bondage beginners kit at the Adam and Eve store and off I went to the meet up.

This isn't a gay bar. I knew if I wanted to humiliate him I'd have to do it quick and leave even quicker. Sitting at the bar, we are drinking a beer and watching a baseball game. We realize we don't really know each other all that well. "Maybe that makes this easier." I told him. I slip a discipline collar out of my pocket. 

"Put this on. Just like it's nothing." I order.

Joe looks at the collar, then back at me. He glances at the door. I think I might lose him right now. 

"You better be ready to go." He whispers to me.

He carefully takes the collar and casually lifts it up, draping it around his neck. He quickly buckles the strap behind his head. Click. It's done. He looks around to see if anyone notices. He looks back at me. His hand is in his crotch. He is cupping a rather large bulge in his pants. 

He leans toward me and quietly says: "I am so fucking horny." Of course, this tells me he is right where he hoped to be. So, I keep going. 

"Good, hold your hands out like this, bitch." I motion with my hands together in front of me. He quickly obeys. In the same pocket in my jeans I've got one of the black leather cuffs that came with the bondage kit. It is just long enough to make it all the way around both of his wrists, binding them together. I wrap it around, buckle the strap tight, then push his hands back under the bar. He wiggles against the strap. He whispers: "Fuck."

This is fun. No one seems to notice anything yet. How far can I take this, I thought to myself. I take a flyer and wiggle the ball out of my other pocket. It's a traditional red rubber ball with a black leather strap going through it. A ball gag. This one is rather large. I bought the kit for this reason alone. It might be as large as a tennis ball, but not quite. But it's very soft. Stuffing it into his slobbering, pussy of a mouth, should be easy. 

"I'm going to shove this in your slutty mouth, Joe. You're going to take it, and like it. Then we will have to go. Go very quickly. Got it?" Joe looks at the ball in my hand. The back up into my eyes. He is wanting this so bad. I can tell. He smiles. "I really love this a lot."

Just as I am about to lift the ball up to his opening mouth, the bartender heads our way. Shit! I quickly put it back under the bar.

"You guys doing OK?" He asks. The I see him give Joe a once over. "Oh, it looks like you're doing more than OK." He sees the ball in my hand. "OK if I watch?"

I put a $20 on the bar and shove the ball in Joes mouth. I surprise him in my haste. He lets out a squeal like a schoolgirl. Everyone in the bar looks. The bartender laughs out loud.

A few guys in the bar express their surprise. "What the fuck?"

We make it out to my truck and jump in. I look back only after the doors are closed and locked. A few guys are looking out the doorway at us. One is the bartender. 

Driving in the direction of my house, I notice he has a wet spot in his crotch. "That was pretty intense. Did you piss yourself, Joe?"

Joe just shyly shook his head. Eyes down in shame.

His crotch was full of his own cum, seeping through his pants. I think we could say my plan worked well. But now, I would be my turn. 

Billy