client 246: about 28…married…infant baby at home…lovely wife. sex at home is limited, boring, and rare. his sexuality is uptight…stymied by his domestic lifestyle and suppressed desires.
he came to me by answering one of my craig’s list ads. i’ve been seeing him off and on for less than 6 months…12 visits total. in that time each visit made him slightly more comfortable around me in regards to his expressing a growing need for fulfilling his sexual fantasies.
his fetish? he likes the thought of being tied up in front of gay males who would, of course, fully appreciate him in that type of situation; lavishing a form of coerced, almost reverent pleasure upon his body; being made vulnerable to their lustful desires. he knows he’s got the body and looks that completely justifies his egotistic assumption he would be treated as a bound god by his gay captors. he craves to have his body forced into display so that his flesh can be worshiped in that way.
we had progressed from rather intimate chats initially to improvised role play involving forced stripping scenes after just a few weeks. his cock responded to the faux forced nudity yet he still left the sessions unfulfilled. though his levels of excitement have been clearly present and obvious. his str8 mind had not allowed him to let me take things to a point where he could get some release. he remained adamant to a strict no touching policy though he clearly wanted that issue taken from out of his control.
he had gotten relaxed enough with me now to let me suggest an experiment. he was told to refrain from sex for a two week period and come back to me after the 14 days. upon his return he told me the lack of sex had been intense and difficult but that he was extremely horny and very excited as to what i had in mind.
i asked him if he trusted me. he confirmed that he did. i then showed him the pill. told him it was a mild sedative. he would take the pill and allow me to create the situation he had always fantasized about. nervously he consented…saying he trusted me.
within minutes he was ready. the drug was taking hold as i told him in a stern manner to strip. he did so…nervously…reluctantly…but he did obey. one could tell he liked being naked in front of a clothed gay man. i presented him the ropes i was to use and explained to him i would tie him so he would know what it felt like to live his fantasy. he seemed way but then agreed to let me do it after asking him again to trust me.
as i worked the knots i explained the philosophy of bondage…of turning over one’s body into the control of another as a form of liberation and sexual expression. i told him i was making his body a presentation piece…a work of art…a display to one who would know how to show appreciation for the beauty of his masculine form.
it was upon completing the delicate application of the rope to his long hard penis that he lost control. my finger had slowly gone forward to gingerly touch the underside of his cock in the ropes when his erection had an involuntary reaction. so excited was he by his situation his cock popped a bit of a load without me ever getting a chance to touch him at all.
he shivered…trembled…spasmed. he was embarrassed…and a bit ashamed he had ejaculated before we ever really started. feeling his cum run down his still hard dick- he fidgeted in his bindings. he began to ask me to untie him, saying it was fun and all but maybe he should get dressed and leave. i told him it was ok - ejaculations like he had happen…no big deal. he just got more irritated and insisted i untie him. i for some reason couldn’t bring myself to do. i liked him…liked how he looked in the ropes…i liked our special secret arrangement…one he personally made sure no one knew about.
"come on," he said, "i trusted you…so untie me." but i just looked at him not able to move to do as he asked.
"I TRUSTED YOU DUDE!!!", he yelled angrily.
i just looked him up and down. i felt my mind go to a dark place it hadn’t gone to in quite sometime. i sighed…got up to get some duct tape.
"i trusted you…", he said in a more worried tone.
"maybe." i replied, tearing off a piece of the tape the length of his mouth, "maybe you shouldn’t be so trusting all the time."
i cancelled all my other appointments for the rest of the day and well into the following week