When I woke up, I could tell me wrists and ankles were no longer bound to the bed. I could also tell Master had put my chastity device on. This was going to be a very long, very painful time for me. Master loved to edge me during chastity, and it would be the worst, but I knew that I only had to put up with it for a month or so with relief at the end of it. I have 11 months in chastity. Master is merciful, but He is very strict when it comes to chastity. He loves the control he has over my cock. I will cum only when He allows me. I actually fear the day when I am allowed to cum again. Master played with me cock and milked me for 24 straight hours the time I was locked up for a long time, but that was only 3 months. It was going to be a very long, very intense session.
In the meantime, Master was going to edge me and pleasure me in other ways, mainly fucking me with his unbelievably long cock; 13.5 inches and fairly thick, but it suits him. Master was a specimen from the Gods, so it was obvious that his manhood would be God-like as well. And boy was it ever. His cock could make me cum and cum without Master touching my cock by just fucking me. He had incredible stamina, and could hold out from cumming for hours. He is honestly the greatest fuckers you could come across. He was born to fuck.
Having said all of that, Master was also a tender, loving man. Most nights after an edging session, we would just lie in each other's arms, cuddling and kissing, truly loving each other. I did love Master completely. He was the one man that made me feel completely safe while also being totally vulnerable. He loved me too. He protected and took care of me, punished me when I needed to be, and gave me the greatest sex one can imagine. It was about 3 years after we first met that we decided to get married. I was worried this step would change what we had, but it just made it significantly better. Now, I truly submitted myself to Master, and gave him both body and soul.
I always think back to the first time I contacted Master. I was 20- years- old, in college, dating my girlfriend of 4 years. I had known for a while that I was gay, but my family was not all that big on gay people, so I decided to live the lie they wanted me to. I tried to come out to my parents once, but they told me that I wasn't gay and that I would outgrow that phase. Needless to say, I didn't "outgrow the phase" or whatever that means. I did have sex with my girlfriend, but I never really enjoyed it. I would get hard and get off, but that is because I'm a guy. However, I would spend most of my time jerking off to the very hidden folder of porn on my computer. This charade went on for a while, but I wanted something more.
I never thought that I was into bondage. The porn I watched was pretty basic. It was actually my girlfriend that introduced me to it. She asked if I would tie her up and fuck her. I did, and it was the first time I was slightly into sex with her. The next day, I ask her to tie me up and have sex with me. She tied me up and put a blindfold on. She rode my cock without me having any control, and I loved it. That loss of control was intense and I wanted more. I began to look into the bondage scene. I knew there were some over the top bondage things, like piss and scat and whips and stuff, and that didn't really interest me at the time (most of them still don't, but I had a change of heart about whips and flogs). I wanted to see what it would be like to be tied down and have my cock controlled.
I went on a message board and posted that I was looking for someone to tie me down and control my cock. I took a few pictures of my cock, which at 10 ½ inches was one of my best assets. Within minutes, I got a few responses. Most of them seemed pretty weird and the ones with pictures were kind of ugly. After a week with no luck, I decided to take the next step, and I decided to go to a bondage bar. The night I decided to go, I was so nervous. Was I actually about to do this? Did I really need this? I thought about it and yes, I really did think I needed it.
I took the bus to the bar, called "Hole in the Wall" and went to the front door. I wasn't 21, and didn't even have a fake ID. The bouncer asked me for it and I told him I didn't have one. He looked me up and down and said, "You look 21 to me. And I think the guys inside are going to love you." I smiled at him and walked in. I was taken aback by what I saw. There were many, MANY, half naked or fully naked gay men walking around, laughing and having a good time. There was a stage with a young man being flogged by an older man. The young man seemed to be in complete bliss. I looked around and saw young guys naked with collars at the feet of their Masters. I thought that I had made a mistake. I didn't want to be owned by anyone. I just wanted a casual experience. It didn't seem that was in the cards. I was about to turn and leave when I saw Him. He was staring at me. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He must have seen me staring back, because he smiled and walked over. I got butterflies. Jesus, He was perfect. Perfect face, smile, body, and a huge bulge. I was already weak in the knees, and He hadn't even spoken to me yet.
"You look nervous, boy," he said. God, even His voice was sexy.
"I've never done this before."
"That's alright, boy. Do you want me to take care of you?"
"I just want a one night thing."
"How would you know that if you've never done anything like this before?"
I just stood there. I was half too nervous to answer and half transfixed on this glorious man. I finally spoke. "I don't want to be hit."
"That's alright, boy. That is something to be worked up to. What would you want to do?" He moved closer to me and his hands touched my stomach. I nearly fainted. I wanted him so bad, but I didn't know if I was willing to do what I had to do in order to get him.
I hesitate but answered, "I want to be tied down and have my cock controlled."
He just smiled. "Boy, that is something of a specialty of mine. I think I can take really good care of you if you'd let me." He started to rub my chest, and I knew that I would do anything to have this man. I could only whisper, "Yes." With that, he grabbed my arm and took me to a long hallway. He guided me into a room. It was very small, and no more than two people would be able to fit into it. "Are you hungry or thirsty?" I said that I wasn't. "Do you have to use the bathroom?" I again said no. "Strip." I immediately did what he said. I was so nervous, but I would have done anything this man asked me to do. When I was naked, He smiled that perfect smile again. "You have an incredible cock, boy." I was already hard as a rock. He rubbed it slightly and I nearly came right then.
"Stand against this wall, boy." I did, and I noticed there was a hole right where my dick was, that was open to the room next door. "Should I..." I began to speak, but he shut me up. "No more speaking." I was getting a little hesitant, but even more turned on. He pushed me so my body was flush with the wall and my cock was in the other room. He took straps and pinned my ankles, wrists, waist, chest, and head to the wall. He put a ball gag in my mouth before I could start to scream for help, because I was incredibly nervous. I didn't know this man, and for all I knew, he was going to lock me in there and leave me for dead. I think he could tell I was freaking out, because he started to rub his fingers through my hair. That felt so good.
"I am going to tell you what is about to happen, boy. I am going to leave this room. There is a room that is a little bigger on the other side where me and a few of my friends are going to play with your cock for a while. Now you have permission to cum once. I know right now you are so close that I could probably get you off with one stroke, but after you cum once, you are not allowed to again. I asked you if you needed to eat, drink, or use the bathroom for a reason. I am going to play with you for a pretty long while. And then I am going to play with you more after you are spent here. I am going to subject you to more pleasure and pain than you have ever felt in your life." I was shaking my head back and forth, begging through the gag not to do this. "Enjoy this, boy. I know I will. If you are about to cum after your first time, bang on the wall. You do not want to cum without permission boy. Trust me." TRUST YOU. You just tied me up and said you were going to torture me for hours, how can I trust you!?
With that, he closed the door and locked it. I struggled in the bondage, but I couldn't move at all. What had I done? This is not what I wanted. This was way too much. I was screaming into the gag, begging someone to let me out. Then, I felt something... or someone... touch my dick. It was so soft, like a feather. I could barely feel it, but I knew it was there, and it felt so good. He was right. I was going to cum very quickly. However, Master was not going to let me off that easy. He was going to try to edge me as much as he could until I blew my first load. He played with my cock with the feather for what seemed like forever. I wanted, needed to cum so badly. I was screaming to let me cum, but he was very cruel.
After the feather, Master rubbed my cock with anti- sensitivity gel. I didn't know it at the time, and I just thought that they had stopped playing with my cock for a while. It was a good two hours until I felt something again, and it built up into something I never thought I would feel. Apparently, they had continued playing with my cock with the feathers, but since my cock had lost is hypersensitivity, I couldn't feel it. What I felt it again, it hit me like a tidal wave. I literally needed to cum. I was screaming as the feathers continued. The touch was too light to cum, but just enough to drive me insane. Then suddenly, it stopped. I thought they were going to do the same thing they had just done with the gel. But then the door opened. The man walked in and started stroking my hair again. I was crying. I so desperately needed to cum.
"You've been doing so good, boy. I know you want to cum, but like I said, I am good at what I do. You had my permission to cum, but you couldn't. That is because I didn't let you. Your cock is mine now, boy. I control it, no one else. Not even you." He took the gag out of my mouth and I was still sobbing. "It's okay, boy. You will cum tonight, but not here. The bar is closing. We've been going for about 3 hours so far. I am going to take you back to my house, and we will continue our fun there." I said that I wanted to go home, but he just laughed and said, "I am in control now, not you." Although he was being cold with his words, his touch was so gentle and soothing.
He undid the bonds, and put my arms behind my back. He cuffed me and took my back out to the hallway. "No one touch the boy as we leave. He is right on the edge, and if anyone touches him, it'll set him off. We still have a few hours before I let that happen." HOURS?! "Edge, you are one sick fuck," one of the men said. He just smiled and led me out the door. I was totally naked, rock hard, and outside for the world to see. He opened the backdoor of his car and put me in. "You have my permission to cum if you can between now and when we get home, boy." I was on my back, and my hands were too tightly cuffed. There was no chance I would cum. When we pulled up to his house, I just hung my head because I failed yet again to cum.
"This will be your home for the next few days, boy. Come with me." He took me by the arm and into his house. I noticed that there was no one that lived around him. It was totally secluded, something I'm sure he loved. We went to the basement, which was another time I thought I was going to die. I was terrified. "Boy, look at me. I want to please you, but I need pleasure as well. And I love when I make a boy quiver at the slightest touch of their dick. I love it when I make a boy so desperate to cum they will literally do anything to do so. And that is what I am going to do to you tonight. I am going to edge you until you literally can't take it anymore. And after you cum, I am going to do it again. Then when you cum again, I am going to edge you again. And I am not going to stop until I've had my fun." With that he kissed me hard, and although I was petrified, I accepted his tongue, and let it explore my mouth. He ended the kiss after a while and whispered, "I can't wait to hear you beg boy"...