Tie me up and fuck me like that

Part 1

Meeting

I've played in the gay pool off and on most of my life. But being sort of a twink myself, I found myself with similar guys. Not all that exciting. Like most guys, I surf all the different porn sites. I always find myself ending up in some kind of bondage place. I guess I see myself as the one being bound and used. I've tried some self bondage too. Someday I'll figure myself out. I've never been sure who I am. It's a lonely, confusing life most of the time. Then I met Gary. 

Gary picked me out from a few other guys chatting with him on line. He said he liked my face and wanted to get together. We met for beers and then went to his apartment. He was kissing me in the bedroom, standing face to face, naked and getting hard. His cock was in my hand. Mine in his. We were working up to getting it on real soon. I took a chance, and it worked. 

"I feel like you are a take charge sort of guy, Gary. I'd like it if you'd take charge with me today."

"What do you have in mind, by new friend?"

"I'd like you tie me up. You know? I watch a lot of bondage porn and I like seeing the girl's tied up and used. Bind and gag me, then fuck me like that. Could you do that for me? I'd like to try it. I'd like to try it a lot."

Gary stood there for a moment, thinking. Then he smiled. "I don't have any real bondage gear. But I've got plenty of neck ties and some cloth tape. How would that work?"

"I think that would be perfect, as long as you call me a bitch when you do it."

"All right, bitch. Wait here. I'll be right back." As he left the room, still naked and hard, he looked over his shoulder, smiling back at me. "You and I are going to be very, very good friends, by bitch!"

Part 2

Role play

Gary quickly returned to the bedroom. He is still naked and stroking his long, fat cock. As he said, he had a handful of colorful neck ties, a roll of black tape and something I was surprised to see. He handed me a long red dress to wear.

"The girls in your porn sites always wear some sort of pretty clothes, don't they?"

I looked a the dress, then back at him. I wasn't expecting this. I was puzzled. But I liked it. I slipped it over my head letting it flow down over my naked body. There were white puffy sleeves and a wide white sash around the waist. It looked like a teen girl's prom dress. My hard cock was poking out, breaking the smooth flow of the dress in front. Gary approved. 

"I like watching bondage porn too. I'm going to tie you up and fuck you like a girl, bitch."

Gary set a video camera on the dresser and turned it on. It made me very uncomfortable right away. It felt like it was right in my face. I wasn't sure I wanted to be part of anyone's video collection. He roughly turned me around holding my hands behind my back. A soft silky tie tightened around my wrists, then wrapped around and tied again. I was getting nervous. I glanced at the camera again. "Fuck!"

I was going to ask him to settle down and maybe start this a little more slowly. I looked silly in the long red prom dress. maybe I asked for too much with the wrong guy. My words began to slip out of my mouth. But it was too late. I was startled by the sound of a long piece of tape being ripped off the roll. I turned to speak. To beg him to stop. But the tape was quickly stretched across my face and pulled over my lips. My eyes opened extra wide. The tape was wide, sticky and tough. He pulled it around the back of my neck where the ends over lapped and stuck to each other. My lips were pressed tightly together. My cheeks pressed in. I looked in fear and surprise at my newly found Master.

'Ahhh, yes. That's the look on your face I was hoping for, bitch."

He took his time tying me up the rest of the way. He had me kneeling at the foot of the bed, arching my back to the footboard. He tied me there to the footboard by my arms and around my chest. My legs were opened and tied securely with ties wrapped around, just under my knees, out to the legs of the bed. I was bent back against the foot of the bed. He took a handful of my hair, pointing my face looking up so I would watch as he stroked his cock. 

"You're going to get a lot more than you bargained for today, bitch!"

I was hoping he was just playing along with my request. It was too late for me to beg for mercy, or to change the rules. He held my head with one hand, and groped my chest like I was a captive schoolgirl with the other. He was working my 'tits' pretty hard through the fabric of the schoolgirl's dress. I was wincing and making painful, muffled noises as he pinched and grabbed at my nipples. His 'ready to cum' cock was waving in the wind, right in front of my face. His pulling my hair and pinching my 'tits' so hard hurt a lot. I was trying to scream and beg him to stop. But all that was heard in that lonely empty bedroom was my muffled, mouth tightly gagged "Mummphhs", and his ongoing chatting about me being his bitch.

"I've always wanted a girl to fuck like a bitch. But you are even better. You'll be my bitch any time I want. You'll come when I order you to. You won't have a choice. You told me you want this. You crave it. And now that you're getting it, you won't be able to stay away. Will you, bitch?"

He was right. I slowly shook my head, no. He continued to grope me like a drunk prom date. My tits were really sore. He wouldn't stop pulling at the dress and grabbing me everywhere. He was sweating and getting really excited. So was I.

Then finally, after what seemed like hours, it happened. With a groan and a laugh, he released his grip on my sore tits, pulled my head back, and grabbed his cock. He squeezed it hard and let out a loud "Oh Fuck!"

I was blinded with a raining splash of warm sticky cum. I tried to close my eyes but they were already covered. I felt another stream hit my face. Then another. I felt a long steady stream splatter on my neck and my bare chest, just above the neckline of the red dress. He was groaning and laughing with each surge. 

Gary spoke again. Happy and dominant. "Oh fuck yes! This is what I was hoping for! Take it all, you fucking bitch!"

I was trying to to turn my face away and struggling against the ties. He held my head still until he finished all his loads on me. He was breathing slower. He was done. I could see a little bit out of my cum dripping eyes. He was heading to the shower, leaving me there covered with his huge wet load. 

Before he was gone into the bathroom, he looked back at me, smiling. "Now you look like a slutty bitch. Get used to this, my friend. And get ready for much, much more!. Oh, fuck yes!"

Part 3

Sucking

After Gary wiped my face clean, he removed all of the tape from my mouth. He was finishing a beer and offered me a drink. As I gulped the cold one, he leaned in close, placed his hand on my tit, squeezing it like before, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear. 

"I'm all ready again, bitch. You're going to finish this beer, then you're going to suck my cock until I cum again. And if I know me, since I just came 15 minutes ago, that is going to take a really long time."

Gary loosened the ties and sat me up on my knees a bit more. But I was still tighely tied back to the footboard of his bed. He produced a long, fat butt plug from the dresser. I wish I could have seen my expression then! He laughed as he dribbled some lube on it. 

"You're going to like this. Eventually. Ha Ha!"

He took my ass cheeks and spread them wide. I let out a loud "Oh Fuck!" when he shoved it in. It was even bigger than it looked. Or it felt that way. I couldn't believe it went in me. It was deep in my bowels. I could feel it pressing on things I've never felt before. The look on my face must have said it all. This was out of control. "You enjoy that? Well, I did. Ha!"

The focus was back to my position. My mouth was in the perfect place. He moved in,  pressing his crotch into my face. His cock was hanging down, but getting bigger. "Get to work, bitch!"

Somehow he managed to reach down and feel my tits while he throat fucked me. The pretty red dress was crumpled where my nipples and my tiny boy boobs were. He constantly gave me orders and instructions. I did my best. But when he thought I wasn't giving it my all, or following his orders quickly enough, he would grab my tits harder and punish me with more hard, ruthless pinching. I sucked and licked and sucked and let him stick it in my throat. I choked and gagged on it. When I couldn't take it down my throat well enough for him, he punished me and we tried again and again. Sometimes the punishment when I needed to catch my breath was when he would lean down and shove the butt plug up as far as it would go. I always let out a girly squeal when he did it. So that became his favorite act when I was a bad cock sucker. 

In and out. Back and forth. Down deeper in my throat. Sucking the tip as hard as I could. he worked it. He worked me. He was so fucking hard. I couldn't always focus on the cock sucking. The plug in my ass and his relentless groping and pinching my tits mad the whole ordeal too much to bear. I fell into a daze and just kept sucking. I thought I was dreaming. Was I one of those helpless girls in the porn videos? Was I a prom date captive, tied and forced to satisfy a ruthless pervert? I fell into my role. The plug was doing some crazy things inside me. The tight ties that made me nervous were now making me feel safe and submissive. I was actually enjoying this very much. 

He was right, it took forever. But I wasn't begging for it to be over. I wanted it to last forever. We were in a faster pace. He took my head in both his hands and blew up in my mouth. I couldn't handle it all. I choked, drooling it all over. He laughed. Then pulled his cock back and shot in my face again. He must like that. I was instructed to continue to suck it all out. I worked and worked until he was exhausted. The feel and taste of his cock and his cum was everywhere. I swallowed and used my tongue to find more from my face. I loved it.