By Cutieboy90

It was the Pride dance and karaoke night at my favorite bar, and I had just ordered my second drink. I was standing by the dance floor, when a cute twink was pushed into me. Luckily for my suit, both of our drinks ended up splashing on him. We immediately fell in love, even before the apologies began. He said his name was Ben. He was a punk, rather slim, wearing mostly dark clothes, spiky dog collar, and sporting a faux-hawk. Not my usual kind of guy, but there are always exceptions. He liked my clean-cut look, my buff chest and arms, and how I was about three inches taller. He fit in my arms perfectly, like a puzzle piece. We’ve been dating since. He had once mentioned that he had never been tied up. I had casually responded that I would have to change that. He laughed, and said “Maybe.”

Well, we’d been dating for two months, he still hadn’t been tied up, and we still hadn’t had sex. So I decided to plan the first time for both.

It was pretty easy. I told him one day that I would take him out to dinner to the nice Italian restaurant downtown. He was very excited, and practically counted down the seconds. I picked him up at work that night at 6:30 and started the drive toward downtown, but turned away at the last exit.

“I need to go home for something. Do you mind? Our reservation isn’t until later.”

“Sure,” he replied. “No problem.” I turned into my garage.

“Come on in,” I said to him. He hopped out of the car and followed me into my room like a puppy. Too easy, I thought. I shut the door, rather forcefully.

“What are you..?” He started to ask, before I leaned in and kissed him.

“It’s OK,” I said calmly. I pulled him in by his collar for another kiss. His soft moans and whimpers grew sweeter as the bulge at his crotch grew against mine. I groped behind me for the rope I kept in the dresser. Finding it, I shoved him back onto my bed. He yelped. “Shhh..” I said again. I swiftly tied his arms behind his back.

“Babe?” He whispered. “”Please, what are you doing!?” He sounded nervous as I tied his legs. I didn’t answer. Instead, I plastered some duct tape over his lips. “Mmmmph!!!” Ben protested. He began to struggle, glaring at me.

“You said you’d never been tied up!” I reminded him. “And I said that would change, didn’t I?”

“Fuuucckkkk!!” He snarled and growled at me through the tape, but the tent in his jeans remained erect.

“Well,” I said to him with a kiss to his nose, “If you like this, just wait till I show you what else I have planned later.”

He looked confused for a moment, and then the lightbulb went off. He groaned. “Fffuuccckkk…”

“Yup,” I replied, stroking his faux-hawk. “That’s right.” He thrashed about, struggling and bucking wildly, knowing exactly what I meant. I sat back and watched him to try to escape.

I noticed the rope beginning to loosen, so I took some more rope, and retied him. Much to his surprise, I took some more rope and tied his wrists and ankles to the headboard of my bed. Ben resisted, but being that I was bigger and stronger, he had no choice but to submit.

‘Please,” he said when the tape slipped off his mouth, looking at me with his pretty puppy-like eyes. ‘If not for me, at least let’s keep our dinner reservation?” I chuckled curtly.

“Ben… I never made a reservation. The only thing I had planned to do tonight was you.”

“WHAT!? But..? How..! MMMMMmmmmmffff!!” I shoved a big red ball gag between his teeth. He looked at me, stunned with disbelief as I buckled the gag tightly behind his neck.

He resumed his thrashing and struggles, but still his jeans stayed tight. I prodded a wet spot by his zipper and smirked. He growled, and his breathing became labored. He was exhausted. Sweat appeared on his brow, and he drooled down his chin. He panted, and looked up at me, pleadingly.

“Ooohh,” I said, wiping the drool and sweat from his face. “You should rest for a minute. Because we’re just getting started!” I kissed his nose again.

Gagged, tied on his back with his butt in the air, Ben could only stare, wide-eyed, as I pulled a few huge butt toys and condoms out of the drawer. “MMmmmm!! MMMM! MM-MMM!!” He struggled violently against his bonds, somehow hoping he’d get loose. I chuckled as I yanked his pants to his ankles, exposing his large, throbbing cock, and tight rosebud. I smirked and got out the lube.

“Ready, babe?”

Ben just whimpered and drooled as I massaged his butt, gently working my digits in one-by-one. His dick remained hard, encouraged as I licked and mouthed it constantly. My goatee tickled his balls, and I could feel him relaxing. I looked him in the eye, and told him to answer me honestly. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He nodded, and then after some garbled gag-talk, I unbuckled the ball gag. Before he could say anything, I leaned in and kissed him deeply. He sucked on my tongue and nibbled my lips. Drawing back, he spoke in a soft yet confident tone.

“Honestly? I’ve been waiting for you to tie me up and take me for two months. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to- Mmmmph!!” I shoved the ball gag back into Ben’s mouth and buckled it more tightly.

“You naughty, scheming little punk!” I admonished in a mock-angry voice. “For being such a bad boy, I ought to punish you severely.” I could see a lustful smile creeping over his face. A new idea was forming in my mind, and I went back to sucking his dick and fingering his butt. I felt his balls churning, and his dick twitching. But I didn’t let Ben shoot yet. I listened to his gagged moans, his pleading whimpers for me to fuck his load out. Nah, I figured I’d subject him to a few hours of edging before I fucked him.

I edged his dick with my tongue, my mouth, and my hand. I stuck a large butt plug in his hungry hole, massaging his prostate until he thought he would cum. I firmly swatted his butt with a belt, telling him what a naughty boy he was. Finally, I pulled the plug out of his butt.

“Alright, Ben. We’ve waited long enough.” I squeezed some more lube onto his hole. His eyes brightened in anticipation, as I rubbed myself on his butt. We didn’t break eye contact as I pushed into his warm, tender innards. I grabbed Bens collar, and held us nose-to-nose as I pounded him. He gave a few nuzzles, some quiet blissful moans, and soft whimpers, but I stayed silent. I let my whiskers tickle his nose. I returned a few licks and kisses for his nuzzles. I began stroking his hard cock.

Ben’s gagged whimpering became more desperate. My own breath got heavy as I felt him tighten around my cock. Yes. Finally. With a deep grunt, I slammed deep into my lover’s butt. Ben wailed through his gag, and shot his load instantly; his thick, pearly cum mixing with the sweat and drool on his chest. Meanwhile, I filled his ass with my own load.

Panting, sweating, and moaning, we rested for a few moments, recovering from our intense orgasms. This was not the end though, I told myself. Nope, there was more in store now for my scheming little boyfriend.

I slowly started stroking at Ben’s cock again. Despite his desperate protests, I got him hard again. He swore and cursed and howled, spit flying through the big ball gag filling his mouth. My cock throbbed watching his struggles, and I stroked him harder.

“Come again, Benny boy. You’ll want to, trust me.” I kissed his forehead.

He fought for ten minutes, before he finally spilled another load. Gasping, he frantically shook his head, whimpering his discomfort, as I continued jerking him. I coaxed a third orgasm from him, though it was a dry one. I wiped my fingers on his boxers, and walked to the dresser. Ben lay in a puddle of drool, sweat, and cum, his entire body completely spent. His hands lay limply from their bindings. He looked up at me as I approached the bed. I untied him, ungagged him, and scooped him up in my arms.

Mouths locked in a long kiss, I carried him into the shower and got us both cleaned up. I changed the sheets as he dried off. When he returned, and we’d curled up in bed, I had one more surprise for him.

“You waited for that for two whole months?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…” He nuzzled my neck affectionately.

I stroked his faux-hawk. “Well was it worth waiting two months?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

“Good,” I said as I locked a small stainless steel cage around Ben’s cock. “Then it’s settled. Two months it is!”

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, Cutieboy90, for this story! This is an encore posting of this story.