By Mister-X/Spartan

‘His hands were pulled painfully up behind his back and a short chain was attached from the back of his collar to the cuffs. The thin cuffs started cutting into his wrists when they started trying to drop to a more normal position. His shoulders were starting to complain as well. But he couldn’t drop them because he would start choking from his metal collar being pulled back. He had to concentrate on his breathing since his arms were starting to pull back down on their own, forcing that collar to press more and more into his windpipe.

With tears starting to well up in his eyes he looked up at Felix, who had a sadistic smile on his face as he saw the problems this predicament position was causing his latest sub. Felix was fondling his hard cock, pre-cum dripping out the end of that 8 inch long appendage sticking out the opening of his tight leather chaps. Felix started to work his meat through the spider gag that was locked on his sub’s mouth, keeping it forced open. He grabbed the sub’s head to make sure his cock would be securely inserted, ignoring the sub’s feeble attempts to plead to be released from this painful position. The sub’s face was getting a brighter red as he struggled to get air into his lungs. He was resting on his knees and cuffed ankles, and his cock was trying to get hard as well, but was frustrated by the chastity it was locked into.

When Felix saw the tears he said, “quit acting like a baby. I’m giving you what you came here begging me for. Now man up and suck!” He slapped the sub hard on the cheek.

The slap awakened the sub. He stopped his snuffling, tried ignoring his body’s complaints, and focused on satisfying this muscled stud who was his master. He started sucking.’

 

Herb’s cock had gotten hard and was starting to drip pre-cum as he was writing these words, envisioning himself in the sub’s position. He had to stop writing so he could go into the bedroom to put on a condom, lock on that tight collar with the attachment hanging down the back that the cuffs were attached to, bring his hands up behind his back, pushing his elbows against a counter to get them high enough to reach the cuffs, cuff his hands, and shoot off, thinking about being in that sub’s position as his own arms were trying to lower down, cutting into his own windpipe. As soon as he’d finished shooting off he got the key to the cuffs in his fingers and worked it into the keyhole so he could remove his handcuffs and steady his breathing.

He enjoyed writing these stories, and got off on reading them. It was his way of living his bondage fantasies, combined with self-bondage when he was ready. It was the best he could do, since he was unable to find someone who would turn these extreme fantasies of his into reality.

Later, after he’d finished the latest chapter in his story, Herb was surfing the net, looking at horny pictures of bound guys struggling against their bonds as the horny guys who had bound them were fondling their dicks, waiting for the opportunity of having their captives service them. He was getting ideas for the next chapter in his story. That’s when he found an intriguing link.

 

‘Do you write bondage stories? We need to utilize your imagination. We would like you to dream up scenes for our site’s muscled studs. In return, we will help you live out those fantasies you write about.’

 

Herb couldn’t believe his eyes. It was a chance to get what he’d always wanted. All they asked in return was to utilize the scenes he would dream up, scenes he had an endless supply of. He never made any money from the stories he wrote, just sending them off to sites to post for free, so giving that up cost him nothing. But he figured there had to be a flaw, something that wouldn’t make this work for him. He first figured that they would be located in some place far from where he lived.

He clicked on the message to find out more information. When he found where they were located he couldn’t believe his luck. They were about 25 miles from where he lived. That would be easily accessible by public transit. He had learned long ago not to immediately respond to any new offer until he had a chance to think about the implications. He had a lot to think about that night as he tried to fall asleep.

The next morning he decided to respond to their query. They wanted an e-mail, and he responded to them, telling them that he lived nearby, was interested in their offer, referred them to stories he had posted to sites on the net, told them he had about 50 more stories in various stages of completion, and offered to give them any more information they requested. He then impatiently waited for a response.

The hours passed slowly for Herb. He realized that he was desperately hoping they would accept his offer. But as each hour passed and he heard nothing from them he was starting to get depressed. That latest partially completed story had disappeared from his mind. He was just moping around the house, his e-mail site kept on, hoping to hear that sound that indicated that another e-mail had arrived.

He finally heard that sound and rushed to the computer to read the e-mail. It said “here’s a sure-fire way to lose ten pounds in the next two weeks”. Spam. He quickly deleted it and went back to moping around the house, waiting impatiently for a response.

He’d pretty much given up hope for getting one and was watching a re-run of his favorite ‘big bang theory’ episode on television that night, the one in which Howard had invented the robot arm and Sheldon and Amy were going on their first date being driven by Penny, when he heard yet another sound from his computer. It was the eighth he’d heard that day, and the other seven were all spam. He waited until one of those long commercial breaks before checking it out. By then his enthusiasm had left and he walked to the computer. But this time it was a response from those people. His spirits quickly lifted.

The e-mail said:

 

‘We finally finished reading all the stories you told us about that you sent to sites on the internet. You certainly have an active imagination, just what we have been looking for. You indicated that you were willing to accept our offer, so as long as you realize that you will not be reimbursed for your ideas, we will be more than willing to accommodate you in living out your fantasies, though some of them you wrote about are so wild that you won’t want to live them out. We would like you to meet us when it’s convenient, and would like to get started with this project as soon as possible. Contact us as to when you can meet us at our location.’

 

Herb immediately replied that he was available any time, since he was retired, and to let him know what time would be convenient for them. They suggested a time the next day, and Herb responded that he would be there at that time. They told him which door to come to in that large building. Herb was in a celebratory mood that night.

Herb decided to return to that story he’d been working on. His mind was happy, and was back to being in writing mode again. He soon had the next chapter written. This one wasn’t as stimulating, so he wasn’t able to shoot off after writing it. He made a little note to himself at the bottom to try to improve it, that it didn’t pass the ‘hard’ test. He had similar notes on the story parts of many of his 50 partially completed stories.

Herb got to the building about 15 minutes early. He walked around the big building, his thoughts about what he was doing and whether it was something he really wanted to do. His cock had no doubts that it was, but his brain thought back to everything else he’d done in his life, what his parents would have thought about him doing this if they were still alive, and what the remaining members of his family that were alive would think. He knew they would all be shocked if they knew, and would undoubtedly disapprove. But he’d been through these thoughts before and still continued writing, spurned on by his cock. Finally the 15 minutes had passed and he was at the door.

He tried the knob and found that it was locked. He knocked on the door, and got no response. He’d been given a phone number to call, so he pulled out his cell phone and called it. At first there was no response, but finally there was an answer. He told them his name and that he was at the door at the requested time. The person on the phone said he’d be there soon to let him in.

While this meeting meant a great deal to Herb, it didn’t seem to have the same urgency to the people at the site. Herb found this to be a little disconcerting. Finally the door opened. He didn’t recognize the guy who greeted him. The guy held out his hand and said “hi, I’m Greg. Welcome to our site.” Herb found Greg to come across as a normal guy with a firm handshake, and he started feeling a little better about his welcome. Greg escorted Herb into the massive building, taking him down the hall to a room that looked like a snack area.

“We’re still shooting one of our site’s latest scenes. It ran longer than expected, which is why I wasn’t here to greet you. Feel free to make yourself at home here while we wait for the boss to be available. I’ll have to get back to the scene being shot.”

“Mind if I join you? I’ve never watched one of those being made.”

“As long as you stay in the background and don’t say anything.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to make a bad first impression.”

The two went over to an elevator and were soon transported to one of the upper floors. They could hear sounds coming from a large room down the hall. Greg and Herb walked down to that one and quietly entered. Herb got to see several of the guys in person who he had seen on the internet. One of them was tightly bound while another was having his way with him. A third was directing the scene. A couple of others were standing around, occasionally offering advice, or making comments to the other.

Both Greg and Herb made sure to make no sound. The camera was rolling, and the two were acting out their scene. When the director said “cut”, he came up to the bound guy and said “you need to show more pain on your face. You aren’t convincing us that this bondage is hurting you. If you can’t act that we’ll add to it to give you some real pain.” After the actor assured him that this wasn’t necessary, the director turned to the other and said “you’ve got to get your cock harder. It’s too flaccid.”

That guy responded “I can’t keep getting it hard on command.”

“Then try thinking dirty thoughts. Surely the thought of humping this bound muscled hunk in front of you should get you going. Now get into your roles, guys. All right, start again where you started the last scene. Okay, camera, roll.”

The scene started again. Herb didn’t recognize the beginning of it, but he soon got to see the part he had seen when he walked into the room. When the scene was finished, the director told the two “it’s not your best effort, but it’s good enough to put up. Take a break. We’ll see you back at 2:00 this afternoon to give you the script for the next one.”

The director finally noticed that there was someone in the room he hadn’t seen before. That was when Greg introduced Herb to Ian, explaining who Herb was and why he was here. Herb said “I’ve admired your work for years on the internet. I’d be honored to be writing scenes for you.”

Ian responded “a writer, eh? Let’s go to one of the offices downstairs where we can talk.”

The three were soon in an office with the door closed. Greg started talking about the stories Herb had written and posted on sites. Apparently Ian had not read any of them. Herb was a little disappointed to realize that Ian wasn’t aware of anything he had done. Greg also mentioned the 50 that were not completed yet. After Greg had finished Ian said “the posted stories are freely available to anyone else to read. What I’m more interested in are the 50 that are partially completed that no one has read yet.”

Herb responded “the reason some of them haven’t been posted is because they aren’t good enough. But there are others which are. I hate giving you all of them to read because you’ll not be happy with some of the stories and get a false impression of my writing.”

“Don’t worry about that. I get to read a lot of lousy scripts, too, but that doesn’t mean that I think the script writers are bad. We don’t always do our best work, as the two demonstrated in the scene we just watched.”

“In what form do you want the stories available to you? Should I send you 50 e-mails, or should I print out hundreds of pages of paper?”

“Start sending me e-mails, about five a day. I should be able to read that much each night. Anything I like I’ll print out and start making notes on.”

“Okay. I’ll start when I get home. That will take care of my end of the agreement, should we proceed with this. But I’ve got questions about your end of the agreement. When can that get started?”

Ian looked over at Greg with a furrowed brow. Greg showed a copy of the notice he had put up on the internet. Apparently it was the first time that Ian had seen it. After reading it he looked over at Greg and said “why didn’t you consult me about this?”

“Because I thought it was a great idea and I was afraid you would sit on it as usual.”

Ian just sighed, and sat back to think. Herb was shocked. He hadn’t realized that this proposal was just something that one underling had thought up on his own and hadn’t gotten permission to put up. All his dreams of finally being able to live out his fantasies were starting to disappear. He could feel himself dropping down into one of his periodic depressions.

Finally Ian looked over at Herb and noticed the change in him. Ian said “you were looking forward to living out your bondage fantasies?”

Herb quietly said “yes”.

“Have you ever been bound by another?”

“No.”

At hearing this Ian’s eyebrows went up. “Never been cuffed? Never been jacked off when bound? Never been fucked when bound?”

“No, no and no.”

“Jesus. You are repressed. So you live out your fantasies in your writings?”

“Yes.”

“I see. Well I’m sure we can at least introduce you to the basics.”

“I was wanting more than an introduction. I can do the basics at home to myself.”

“You should experience the introduction first before you decide whether you want more. Greg, set something up with Mark. Explain to him what the situation is. And next time, run something like this by me before you put it up.”

“Yes, Ian. But you’ve been so busy with directing all these scenes, I’ve noticed that you keep repeating stale old ideas. Your viewers have noticed it, too, and some have commented on it. I’ve been reading stories on the net, including some hot ones Herb has written, and I knew there were some writers out there with active imaginations who were probably frustrated from not being able to live out their desires, so I thought I’d try this to get a good match going, fresh new ideas injected into your scenes in exchange for satisfying them. I still think it’s a great idea, and I didn’t want to wait for you to sit on it like you’ve sat on my other ideas for weeks at a time because you’re so busy. You said you can read 5 stories a night, but I don’t believe it.”

Ian was surprised at this outburst from Greg, who was normally meek. He realized that Greg would only speak like this to him if he had a deeply felt conviction, so he took a minute to think about what Greg had said. Ian finally said “I guess I have been pretty busy, but with all those sites that are up and running it takes a lot of my time.”

“You’ve got to start delegating some of the directing to others. You’ve got some good talent working for you. You don’t always have to do everything.”

“I know, but I still like to make sure that everything meets my standards.”

“You can do that by reviewing what they’ve done after they’ve finished.”

After thinking about this, Ian said “you’ve given me a lot to think about. In the meantime, let’s get Herb started being satisfied. I’m willing to start our relationship going by putting him in debt to us.”

Ian left the room. Greg immediately got hold of Mark and brought him into the room while Herb was still there. Herb’s eyes opened wide when he saw Mark. He was naked from the waist up and was wearing skin-tight leather pants. He had well developed muscles. Herb was thinking ‘woof’. Greg explained what Ian wanted, and Mark finally noticed Herb. He told Herb to come with him to another room. Herb eagerly followed.

Once in that room Mark ordered Herb to strip naked. Herb quickly obeyed. Mark took a look at Herb naked, reacting like he wasn’t too thrilled about what he was looking at. He finally asked “how old are you?”

“Seventy-three.”

“Gawd. And you want to start being a bondage sub at your age?”

“I’ve wanted it for many years, but I’ve never been able to be. I’m happy to start now.”

“Well, at least you’ve kept up your body. You’ve got good muscle tone. The wrinkles on your hands, feet, arms and neck are off-putting, but the rest of you is in good condition. You’ve got a little flab around your mid-section, but it’s not too bad. How tight do you want your bondage to be?”

“Do you ever read bondage porn stories on the net?”

“Yeah. Who doesn’t?”

“Ever read anything by an author named ‘want-it’?”

“Yeah. He’s written a lot of stories. His guys get into some pretty extreme bondage.”

“That’s me. And what I have my guys get into is what I want to experience.”

“Gawd. You want bondage to be that extreme?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll see what I can do to accommodate you. Just be careful what you ask for. You may not want it after you’ve started experiencing it.” He just went over to the gear setting in the room shaking his head at the thought of someone like Herb wanting what he had written about in his stories. He came back with some fixed Hyatt handcuffs, some Darby ankle cuffs, a leather penis gag, and a two-inch high metal collar. After putting these on Herb, Mark said “you don’t seem excited by these. Are they extreme enough for you?”

Herb shook his head back and forth.

When Mark removed Herb’s gag, Herb said “these are pretty basic items. I do more than this to myself at home to erupt.”

“Do you have your hands bound behind your back when you erupt?”

“Of course.”

“How can you erupt without stroking your cock?”

“I’ve always been able to. I’ve erupted thousands of times that way. Just being in extreme bondage is enough.”

“Gawd. I’ve never met someone who could do that. I wanna watch this.”

“Then you’ll have to step things up a bit on me.”

“What do you suggest?”

Herb thought about that scene he’d written yesterday that caused him to erupt. “Replace my cuffs with some regular thin ones that will cut into my wrists. Then force my hands high up behind my back to get them as close to my collar as you can get them before connecting them to my collar. Then step back and watch. Also, put the gag back in.”

Mark went to get the cuffs and padlock, shaking his head back and forth. When he returned he did as Herb had instructed him to do. He stepped back to watch, noticing that Herb’s cock was rising. Just then Ian and Greg came in to make sure that Mark was doing what he was instructed to do and see how Herb was doing. Mark motioned them to be silent and stay back, telling them to watch.

Herb was having difficulty, being in this predicament bondage position just like he’d been in yesterday. His face was getting red. His cock was now hard and leaking pre-cum. He was unaware of the presence of Ian and Greg, and soon shot his load. When his cock subsided, Mark said “I’ve never seen something like that before. I’d heard about it, but had never seen it. That was impressive.”

Ian looked at Greg, and said “if he can do that while being filmed without any outside stimulation, we might have found ourselves another actor.”

On hearing that, Herb started making sounds into his gag. When Mark removed it, Herb whispered “the problem is that I can’t have my face shown”.

Ian said “that is a problem. Well, it was just a thought.”

Mark removed that connecting chain from the handcuffs to the collar. As he was doing so Herb was saying “that’s a scene I wrote about yesterday, only the guy who was putting his sub into that position had the sub’s cock in chastity and was wanting to put his meat into the sub’s mouth to have him suck it off.”

Mark stopped and quickly said “I’m fine with that. Let’s do it.”

Before Herb could react, Mark quickly strapped a spider gag on. He didn’t want Herb to scotch the idea. Mark’s cock had gotten hard from watching, and he wanted it serviced. The last restraint Mark put back on was the connecting chain between Herb’s cuffs and his collar, the one that caused Herb’s cock to rise before. But this time Mark had put Herb’s cock in chastity so it couldn’t.

Mark realized that a spider gag would be needed, since Herb had told him he’d never sucked cock before and Mark didn’t want him biting down on it. After unzipping his pants and having his cock leap out hard, Mark was getting Herb to service his cock, telling him to ‘suck’. It was almost as if Mark had read the story. Soon Herb got to experience taking another man’s cum into his throat. He was starting to catch up after his almost lifelong repression.

Ian and Greg had stayed around to watch, not wanting to interfere. It was another scene that could have been shot and put up on one of their sites. They could see that Mark and Herb were starting to develop a good relationship and they didn’t want to stop that, knowing how important that was. After Mark had finished, Ian said “maybe we could shoot it without showing Herb’s face, or maybe we could use a hood to hide his features.”

Greg said “he’s not your typical male muscled body, but maybe that would appeal to some viewers, being someone they could identify with. It’s something to think about.”

When Mark had removed the connecting chain and the spider gag, Herb told him to leave the other restraints on and to come back later. He wanted to stay bound as long as possible, now that he was finally able to start living his fantasies. After he was alone he was already starting to think about another hot scene. He ignored the pain from his wrists as he was thinking about it. But he was regretting not having told Mark to remove his chastity.

Herb was thinking that this was turning out better than he’d hoped for. It sounded like he would be cast as one of those who would be in scenes that would be posted on the net, ones that he realized he would be paid for, ones where he would be rewarded for having his cock motivated to erupt. He couldn’t think of a better position to be in.

But he also realized that he was in this position due to his ability to write scenes. He decided to start earning his keep by dreaming up another hot scene while he waited for his cock to reload.

 

Metal would like to thank Mister-X/Spartan for this story, and he encourages him to write more!