By slavebladeboi

Nate gave a final wave as the car carrying Alex and Greg disappeared around the corner of the street. He walked quickly back into the house and placed the addresses they would be at, together with their phone numbers to call in case he might wanted to join them after all, under a fridge magnet where he couldn’t miss seeing them. He stood in the kitchen and took two or three deep breaths to calm his nerves, knowing now was the time to take Mike up on his invitation to have a serious chat.

Mike met him on his doorstep and invited him in. “Go through to the kitchen, Nate, take a seat and I’ll fix us one of my special brews.” He said the last words as if they were in capital letters. He opened the fridge and poured the cloudy liquid into two tall glasses. Then, sitting down opposite Nate, he looked him straight in the eye. “I think we are both wondering what’s next, aren’t we?”

Nate almost did his usual “look down at his feet” move but stopped himself halfway and looked back at Mike. Mike continued to look at him, but, in the end, as Nate didn’t volunteer anything, he said quite quietly, “Be open, Nate. There’s not a lot left to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen you sobbing with regrets, you’ve told me things you probably haven’t ever put into words before. You know things about me not many other people in this world know, plus you’ve seen more of me than most other people have, so let’s just both open up and say what we need to.”

Nate took a deep breath, but still no words came.

“OK, I’ll start then,” encouraged Mike. “We both know we’re gay. We both know we rather like bondage, and we both know we don’t advertise the fact. If we are to proceed in any of this, I need to know more about your thoughts. How much bondage have you had? What sort of gear do you own, if any? What are your fantasies?”

Nate became more animated at this. He seemed to be able to answer direct questions more easily than starting from thoughts of his own. “I only own those handcuffs, Mike. They are all I’ve got. I improvise with my leather belts sometimes, but I’m not sure if you’d call them bondage gear.”

“How?”

This time Nate avoided Mike’s gaze as he answered. “I cuff my balls and wrist when I wank so I can play with my nipples at the same time, they really get me off. If I can, I strap my ankles together in bed and sleep with the cuffs on both wrists, have a slow wank and sleep like that.”

“Seems you associate bondage with wanking a lot,” ventured Mike.

“I suppose I do,” Nate answered, “one always leads to the other with me.”

“Is that because you haven’t had anyone put you into any type of bondage where you have no chance of jerking yourself off? Have you never had bondage for its own sake as it were?”

“God no,” replied Nate with a surprised look on his face. “No one has ever known about my fetish.”

“Well, they do now, don’t they?” smiled Mike. “I know all about it. So, what about your fantasies, what bondage would you like to try, with me for instance?”

This time Nate took a long chug from the glass before answering. “You may find this stupid, but…”

“No, I won’t,” cut in Mike. “Nothing about this, or you, is stupid. Never think that.”

“Well, you. You do it for me,” Nate said as he lowered his voice to a semi whisper. “I see you from my bedroom, doing things like cleaning your car or gardening, all muscles and sweating, and I wank over it. It turns me on, you turn me on. I want to be bound by you, under your control and be pushed to my limits.” Another mouthful of Mike’s brew covered some of his embarrassment.

“Sounds like a compliment to me,” smiled Mike again. “Would you like to try some bondage with me? Nothing hard, apart from the obvious.” He laughed out loud as he said that.

“I’d love that, Mike. Really, I would.” Nate swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe that he’d said that and nervously replaced the glass onto the work top.

“Finish your drink and we’ll go downstairs,” Mike said. “A bit of forced workout will ease the muscles. Maybe we can even use that key after all.”

Nate swallowed the final drops and swung himself off the stool.

Mike led the way. “OK, Nate, let’s put our minds to this. It’s not a game, people can get hurt physically and mentally if it’s done the wrong way. You need to do what you’re told when you’re told, it may save a pulled muscle or worse. Understand”?

“Understood,” said Nate.

“Make that understood, SIR, down here.”

Nate opened his eyes wide, “Yes, Sir,” he replied.

“Strip off. Everything, and fast.”  Mike began to put on the pressure, he didn’t want this first scene to go anywhere unexpectedly. “Now lay down on the bench face up.” He watched Nate do exactly as he was told and admired the young man’s body, which was definitely fit and ready for a lot more than it had experienced so far. Mike then pulled out a pair of handcuffs and swung them in front of Nate’s eyes. “You see? Let’s hope I still have the key. Put your arms together under the bench.” He bent down and cuffed Nate’s wrists together so he could no long raise his body. “Right, boy.”

Nate heard this, and it took a second or two to sink in. Sir? Boy? Wow, he thought, not realising how quickly he was getting an erection.

“Raise your legs 45 degrees, keep them straight, hold that position for ten seconds then repeat. Twenty five times.”

“Sir!” Nate called out in the best military way he could. The first five gave Nate no trouble at all. Mike looked at his watch and continued to count the regular seconds out loud. He began to see Nate slowing slightly at twelve.

“Keep up, boy, listen to my timing!” Mike sounded as harsh as he thought necessary.  Nate got to fifteen before breaking a sweat, his cuffed wrists wanted to add some leverage, but there was no chance in that position, he just had to work through. He felt each rep get harder, he pushed himself. He had to do this. After eighteen he felt the burn really hit his abs but was determined to make it to the end.

“Twenty five, Sir!” he called out, panting. Mike smiled to himself. Nate was doing well. He bent down and unlocked the cuffs and told Nate to sit up. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Now another simple exercise. Hands behind your back.” Nate followed instructions and once Mike had cuffed him again, he said, “Don’t lie fully back boy, or the cuffs will hurt your wrists. I’m going to hold your ankles; I want you to do twenty-five sit ups. Sounds easy, but, as I said, don’t fully lie back. Start and count out loud.”

Nate got to eleven before he needed to take a deep breath to shout out the number, most of his energy being channelled into sitting up. He stopped noticing his cock pointing fully up to the ceiling every time he raised himself and just thought of how many reps he had left.

And he thought he was fit before he started this.

“Faster, boy,” said Mike, “seven more. When you finish don’t lie flat, remember.” Nate finally completed the set and kept the slightly raised position, rather shakily, as Mike took his time to retrieve the key and uncuff him. Nate was red faced and hot.

“Well done, boy. Now one more challenge, I think. I like the idea of some arm exercise, don’t you?” Nate didn’t have an opinion. He felt wacked already and no longer conscious of how much his leaking cock was enjoying the situation.

“Get over to the monkey bars,” Mike ordered as he went to a cupboard at the side and took out a pair of leather wrist restraints. “I don’t suppose you’ve used anything like these before, have you boy?” he questioned. “These are a lot more comfortable than the metal cuffs for your next task.” He strapped them on Nate’s wrists, his shorts brushing against Nate’s erect cock and making Nate close his eyes in a sort of semi trance. Reaching up, he used a carabiner to hook the restraints to a ring fixed midway on the bar, making Nate’s arms into a shallow Y shape. Mike had the bars set for his own height standing straight and, as Nate was somewhat shorter, he found he could only just touch the ground with his toes.

“How many chin ups do you think you can manage?” he asked Nate.

“I’ll go for ten, Mi… Sir”

“Make it a dozen, boy, and you’ll get a treat from me,” smiled Mike.

Nate pulled himself up. He was only just able to touch the ground anyway so didn’t think it was cheating when his toes contacted the mat. “Bend those legs, boy,” Mike shouted at him, “every time you touch the mat I’ll add another rep.”

Shit, thought Nate, but he powered on as much as he could. His arms were becoming more sore at each pull-up he made. After six he felt he’d not make it through. At eight he touched ground. Mike shouted “thirteen!” loudly. Nate groaned and pulled himself as high as he could. His arm muscles were on fire, he was glistening with sweat which was running into his eyes and he couldn’t brush away.  At ten he thought he would die. At eleven he gave up and hung from his wrists, panting.

“Been a bit too enthusiastic, boy,” advised Mike. “Best know your limitations before you start on this again.”

“Yes, Sir, sorry,” muttered a breathless Nate, not remembering he’d said ten initially anyway.

Mike stood in front of him and reached out both hands, running his fingers down Nate’s sides and sending the most erotic signals to Nate’s brain. “No need to be sorry, boy. You did better than I expected for a trial run. Now, support yourself while I unhook your wrists.” Nate steadied himself and, when free, allowed Mike to support him by the upper arms. “Got enough energy for that treat I mentioned, boy?”

Nate wasn’t at all sure. “I don’t think I have much energy left, Sir,” he said. “Sepends what the treat is.”

“Well, it’s not that physical,” went on Mike, “Just a few stairs. Come on.” He led him up the stairs to the hallway, then again up to the bedrooms. Mike held up a key, a different one this time and far larger than the one that fitted the cuffs. “This is the key to my work room. We’ll keep to Sir in there as well, OK?”

“Yes, Sir,” said Nate a bit mystified. Mike took three steps, put the key in the lower of the two locks, and turned. Then he withdrew it and did the same to the upper keyhole. After turning that as well, the door opened. “After you,” Mike said with a sweeping motion of his arm.

Nate stepped in and gave a long exhale. The room was the dungeon playroom of his dreams, one that he had fantasised over ever since he saw similar ones on fetish sites he accessed on the internet. If there was a window it was blocked off, no daylight at all, just some down lighters fixed to the walls at intervals and some spotlights which came on when Mike flicked a switch. As his eyes got used to the patches of bright light and the contrasting shadows he saw a large wooden cross standing against one wall, what he recognised as a spanking or fucking bench complete with several thick leather straps standing in the centre of the room and several other smaller items including a substantial upright chair. There were many steel rings and hooks fixed to the walls, chains hanging down and one wall covered in various leather and rubber items. It took his breath away.

“I call this my work room, and you can understand why I said we will continue calling ourselves Sir and boy in here,” Mike said, in lowered tones which made Nate see how serious the whole situation had become.”

“Yes, Sir,” Nate said in similar fashion. “I absolutely love this place. I’ve dreame…”

“Hold on,” said Mike quickly. “Now understand. I have the only key to this room. You will never, and I mean never, come in here alone or without my permission. And just as importantly, this room remains our secret. I trust you implicitly, Nate. Yes, Nate, not boy as I’m talking to you as my friend now, to honour this agreement.”

“You can trust me, Mike, Sir, I will never let you down,” Nate said.

Mike smiled and gave Nate a hug. “Ready for your treat, boy?”

“There’s more?” said Nate, surprised, “I thought this…”

“Just a bit more,” smiled Mike. Stand up against the cross and face me.”

Nate’s erection that had subsided somewhat revived at that command. He did what he was instructed to do, and Mike set to strapping his wrists and ankles to the attachment points on the cross. Once Nate was standing in the spread-eagle position Mike stood back and viewed the spectacle. “Hot,” he said. “You, boy, are a picture of masculinity any gay man would want to play with. And you’re all mine. For the moment, anyway.”

Nate was full of conflicting sensations, calm, erotic, sensual, nervous. They flowed through him in a mix of feelings, one after the other. He closed his eyes and tried to savour each but couldn’t separate one from the other. He gave up. Opening his eyes, he found Mike standing directly in front of him. “Close your eyes again, boy, and just relax.” He carefully applied a blindfold over Nate’s eyes.

Nate did exactly that. Mike slowly ran his fingers up the outside of Nate’s thighs, continued up his sides to his arm pits then out along each outstretched arm. Nate shuddered with the erotic feelings coursing through him. Mike continued to run his fingers around Nate’s stomach and down to his groin. He kept away from the seven inches of pulsing flesh that was pointing upwards, slowly dripping strands of gossamer liquid down its length and onwards to the floor. Mike leaned in and kissed Nate’s neck then ran his tongue down to his nipples. Nate groaned loudly and shook visibly in the restraints. His brain was almost at overload, and when Mike kept his tongue on Nate’s left nipple and lightly and slowly ran a finger along the length of his cock, the animal noises he made were music to Mike’s ears.

Mike kept this up for several minutes before slowly retreating and leaving Nate’s body to recover, to return to earth. Nate’s cock took a lot longer to stop pulsing, bouncing slightly with every heartbeat, but eventually Nate sighed deeply.

In a rather hoarse voice he managed, “Thank you, Sir, thank you so very much.”

Mike left him on the cross and went downstairs. He retrieved Nate’s clothes, bringing them back to the playroom where he carefully set his boy free. Nate slumped down. He was past thinking in sentences and gave a short, “thank you” again when Mike handed him his shorts and T shirt. “See you downstairs when you recover,” said Mike, grinning at the sight. He definitely knew now that Nate was capable of more than he first thought, and he was going to find out exactly what that was. But first things first. No need to rush.

As Nate walked back down to the kitchen, Mike told him to sit down and carefully consider what he was about to say. “You know what you told me about your bondage experiences and wanking, Nate?”

Nate looked surprised then more confident hearing his name again. “Yes, Mike.”

“I wonder,” Mike continued, “would you be prepared to trust me on this?”

“On what? But yes, I trust you,” answered Nate.

Mike held up a silicone cock cage. “I think this will fit you perfectly, Nate. If you let me lock this on you until you’re back here with me, it will enhance your experience more than you can imagine. I promise to unlock it for our next meeting.”

Nate looked a bit surprised and then straight into Mike’s eyes. “Yes, Sir, Mike, if you think it will fit, I’m up for trying.”

“Good boy, Nate.” Mike said. He got Nate to pull his shorts down and sat him on a stool. Nate’s cock was now totally soft, and so, with some deft handling and a squirt of lube which Mike had brought downstairs with him, he locked Nate’s junk up. After only a couple of “ow’s” and some screwed up eyes from his boy, as he now thought of Nate, the job was done. “Very well done, Nate. That looks perfect. Any tight or pinch points?”

“No, Mike. It feels a bit heavy, but overall comfortable,” said Nate, fingering his new addition.

“That’s good then,” Mike said smiling. You can piss through it easily. I shall be at work tomorrow, but the next day we can review your need to wank if you like.”

“Um, not tom.. but that’s…” Nate started to stutter again.

“That’s right, Nate,” Mike said with a grin. “You did so well this afternoon, we don’t want to spoil it, do we?”

“Um, No,” faltered Nate, “but…”

“You’ll be fine, Nate. Just get on with the things you have to do and stop worrying. It’s only 36 hours or so. It will feel so good when you get back here. I’ll text you. But now I have stuff to prepare for work so I can have a couple of days off without worrying about it. We will have to call it a day now.”

Mike gently pulled up Nate’s shorts and accompanied him to the door. “Remember, I’ll text you the day after tomorrow.”

“And, Nate…” Nate turned to look at him. “You did well today. Made me really proud.” With that he shut the door. Nate stared at it for several seconds, trying to take in all that had just happened before turning and walking across the street to home. Things seemed to be moving rather faster than he had first imagined.

To be continued …