Sorry that it's been a while.
I've been playing but too lazy to write.
My New Year resolution is to write more again.
So....

January 2, 2025 - Horny bi bondage guy

He arrived on schedule at 1:00 pm. It had been snowing outside, the driveway still had a bit of snow, and I opened the garage door at the last possible moment as his truck pulled down the long driveway.

Not that the garage is heated, but it is attached to the house and isn't quite as frigid as it is outside. I wanted the garage to be slightly warm because I instructed him to strip in the garage and come through the door wearing only his leather harness, leather jock, leather hood, and leather collar.

Watching the security cameras, as soon as he successfully made it into the garage I closed the door behind him to try to trap what little heat was inside as he got prepared for me. Listening through the door I could hear him shudder from the cold, and moments later he walked through the door dressed exactly the way he was told.

I was sitting in my easy chair and had been watching porn. Stroking my cock through the jock strap that I had been wearing for the past 4 days. He did not have to be told, he immediately dropped to his knees and crawled over to my chair. He pushed his face up against the dirty jock with my cock bulging inside and took a deep inhale filling his nose and lungs with my scent.

I moved my right foot between his legs and pushed forward a bit. I could feel the cold leather of the jock against my ankle. I moved my foot back and forth a bit which caused him to moan, long and deep, almost like a growl. He started licking at my jockstrap getting a taste of the past 4 days. The drops of stale urine that had fallen into the jock, the splotches of precum that had oozed out of my cock while watching porn, or reading an email request from one of my boys.

Soon he was putting his entire mouth over my jockstrap trying to get my cock into his mouth through the yellowed fabric. I pushed my foot against his jock again, he tilted his head back and let out a moan like a coyote howling in the desert. I wiggled my foot back and forth pushing against his straining cock which made his head thrash in unison with my foot. I reached down and put my hands on the back of his head, pulling him back down onto my jock, pushing him into the fabric as he continued to attempt to access my cock.

Soon I reached down and pulled the jock to the side letting my cock free. It was all a blur, his mouth was on my cock before I could even blink. He was like a rabid animal. One second he was looking the head of my cock, sucking the pre-cum off. And only milliseconds later he was impaling the back of his throat with the head of my cock. He was so excited, he didn't know what he wanted. He just wanted it all. He wanted everything.

Cupping his jaws in my hands, I guided him slowly up and down on my cock. Trying to control his frenzy. Trying to get him into a slow rhythm of working on my cock. With my foot, I gave his cock a little kick. Just to get his attention, just to get his mind off deepthroating my cock for a second. The frenzy slowed down as I guided him up and down the full length of my shaft. Then I started grinding my foot into his crotch again, slowly, rhythmically. His mouth began following that same slow rhythm.

I pushed him deep onto my cock like he likes. The head of my cock wedged in the back of his throat he started choking. Spit and saliva started going everywhere. I had forgotten to put a towel on my chair, but the chair can be cleaned later. Right now my cock was enjoying the attention.

I pulled him off my cock and shoved him into my spit soaked balls. I made him lick my balls, slurping up the spit and saliva that he had been expelling. Then he started licking my leg beside my balls. Near the taint. That's one of my magic spots. Now I started tossing my head back and the howling like a coyote. I scooted down the chair and he started licking my taint, his tongue darting near my asshole. I pulled him back up onto my cock again. He started devouring it and choking on it again. My jock was soaked with his spit. I told him it was time to go upstairs.

I want you to picture in your mind the description I am now going to paint for you.

When we arrived upstairs, I told him to get on the bed on all fours, head to the top and feet and ass to the bottom. I told him to put his head, his face down on the bed so he was ass up, face down. At this moment his hands were under his chest near his neck. I roughly grabbed his right ankle. I wrapped it in a velcro restraining harness. It goes around his ankle, and is secured with Velcro. It has a metal D-ring. I reach to the foot of the bed, and pull up a ratchet rope with a clasp on the end. I connect the class to the D-ring and pull on the loose end of the rope. Clickety click, clickety click. The rope tightens and pulls his ankle to that corner of the bed.

I moved to the other ankle and do the same thing. I pulled both ropes tight. His ass is in the air, he is on his knees. But his legs are making a "V" shape being pulled to the bottom corners of the bed. I told him to sit up on his knees and present me with his hands. His torso becomes vertical, stretching his hands out toward the side of the bed to me. I've got a new toy. It's a shackle. The type you see in prison movies. Each shackle is bright chrome, with a hinge. I open the shackle and close it around his left wrist.

A turnbuckle holds it in place which also connects it to a 10-inch piece of chromed chain. A machine screw is threaded through the U shaped turnbuckle, through the shackle, through the chain, through the other side of the shackle, and is screwed into the other side of the turnbuckle. I used a hex key to tighten the machine screw into the turnbuckle. If this were to be an overnight stay, without the hex key, there would be no removing the machine screw. It's tight.

I put the second shackle on his right wrist. They are both tight, but not tight enough to restrict blood flow to his hands. I connect the right shackle to the other end of the chain and install the machine screw. I have him hold out his arms so he can see the prison style shackles he is now in. I tell him, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into today."

I tell him to put his hands between his legs and lower himself back onto the bed. His face is now smashed into the bed, his weight being supported by his neck and shoulders. He had actually sent me a photo of this position telling me this is what he wanted. I warned him after looking at the picture, you're not going to like it. He insisted, that position looks hot, I want to be in that position. I warned him again, it's going to be very uncomfortable. He insisted that he wanted it.

Be careful what you wish for!

I walked behind him and grabbed the chrome chain and pulled it roughly toward the bottom of the bed. The metal shackles dug into his wrists. I grabbed a piece of rope, I tied it onto the chrome chain and pulled hard as I tied it to the center post at the bottom of the bed.

I took another piece of rope and tied around his cock and balls. Then continued wrapping the rope around only his balls. Around and around, again and again until his balls are at least an inch away from his body. Probably 10 loops of rope pulling them away from his body, separating his balls from their normal position.

I tied the two ends of the rope looping around his balls together with a safety knot, and then made a loop in the end of the rope. I hooked a short strong bungee cord to the loop I had just made in the rope connected to his balls. I pulled the far side of the bungee cord to the crossbar across the bottom of the bed. He let out a grunt. I just pulled the bungee tighter as I secured it to the bottom of the bed.

I slipped on a pair of blue rubber surgical type gloves. Lubed up two fingers and started caressing his tight asshole. I heard him purr. That's the feeling he wanted. He was bound just like the picture he had been fantasizing about, and now his ass was starting to tingle as I played with it.

Normally I start with one finger and work lots of lube in a guy's ass. But I was feeling wicked today. I re-lubed my two fingers, playing with his hole again, and then pushed both of them into his tight ass as far as they would go. He let out a painful scream. I told him to shut up and get used to it. I started roughly cramming my fingers in and out of his ass finding his prostate and pushing on it. He started grunting and screaming again.

His head was turned to the right, so I walked up to his right side. I stood there until I got his attention and he was watching me. I slipped out of the spit covered, four day old jockstrap and wadded it up in my hand. I pushed the jock into his mouth. I could tell by the expression on his face it was disgusting. I grabbed two bandanas and tied them together end to end. I wrapped them around his head and tightly through his mouth tying them in behind his head. This forced that nasty wet jock in his mouth so he couldn't spit it out.

I went behind him again and started assaulting his ass with my fingers again. Soon it was three fingers. I replaced my fingers with my favorite toy. I've written about my favorite toy so many times before. It's a metal toy shaped like a Christmas tree made of balls. It starts with a small ball, then a larger ball, and then a larger, larger yet, finally the largest ball of all followed by about a 1 inch stem and then a base. That's why it reminds me of a Christmas tree.

But it's made of metal. It's cold. Even though my house is warm, somehow this metal Christmas tree can be cold even on the warmest of days. I push it up against hole and I hear his nostrils suck in a bunch of air as if he's gasping, but his mouth is full of dirty jock. So I don't hear a normal gasp, just his nose inhaling rapidly.

Soon I'm fucking him with the toy. Each time working deeper and deeper. Pulling it all the way out, then shoving it nearly all the way back in. Eventually I work at far enough that the last ball pops into his ass. I hear him grunt. His ass has not pulled it all the way in yet. So I reach between his legs, and stroke his cock.

Because I'm stimulating his cock it causes his ass to clinch. I didn't have to push the toy completely in, his ass sucked it in as I stroked his cock. I continue playing with this cock as I hear him whimpering. I know that whimper. He's about to come. Although it would be fun to continue harassing him after an orgasm, I'm not going to let him orgasm yet.

I walk over to my wall of toys and grab a shaving belt. The type you see on old movies on the side of a barber's chair. The belt that the barber would use to sharpen his blade with. It's probably about 14 inches long and made of leather. I smack his ass with it. He no longer has the feeling he's going to orgasm. I smack his ass repeatedly, it starts turning bright red instantly.

After about 10 snacks I heard something I don't think I've heard for a long time. I heard the safe word. And I stopped instantly. Well, since he had the dirty jock shoved in his mouth and tied in place with bandanas, he couldn't actually say the safe word. Which by the way is just like a stop sign or traffic light... "RED"

The backup for the safety word if your mouth is filled, which his was, is three of anything. Three finger snaps. Three jazz hands. Three body convulsions, well not convulsions but thrash your body around three times. Or in this case, three large grunts. Very rhythmic. Very purposeful. Very loud. Grunt, grunt, grunt. A short pause and he did it again. Grunt, grunt, grunt.

I immediately stopped smacking his ass with the razor strap. I walked around and pulled the bandanas off and pulled the jock out of his mouth. While doing that I said, was that the safe signal?

Once the jock was out of his mouth he confirmed, yes, the ass whoopings were too much. And I do respect limits. We hadn't even really talked about spankings. We definitely hadn't talked about being beaten with a razor strap. So I respected that.

Now that his mouth was empty and he could talk, he said, "Can we get me out of this position? This is pretty uncomfortable." I said, "Didn't I warn you?" "Yes, you warned me that I wouldn't want to be in this position and it would be uncomfortable. But I wanted to try it anyways. But I didn't expect it to be this uncomfortable."

"So maybe you'll trust me a bit more next time when I tell you that you're not going to like something?" "Yes, Sir."

His balls were pretty blue, and I had planned on untying them soon anyways. But first I untied the rope and the bungee that were connected to the chain connecting the jailers shackles. Then I untied his balls. He almost instantly went into doggy position raising his chest and neck off the bed and positioning himself on all fours.

His wrists were still chained together and his legs still spread at the ankles to the corners of the bed. I told him to sit up on his knees as I took the shackles off. And then I pushed him back down onto his elbow so I could play with his ass some more.

I got one of my favorite vibrating toys and lubricated it and shoved it into his ass. I pressed the remote control and I heard the toy start to vibrate and hum in his ass. He let out a pleasant moan.

I unhook the ratchet ropes from the velcro restraints on his ankles and told him to flip over on his back sideways on the bed. With his feet hanging off one side and his head hanging off the other side. I reconnected his ankles. His right ankle to the top of the bed, has left ankle to the bottom of the bed. I pulled the ratchets tight pulling him tightly down against the bed.

I went around to his head and shoved my cock in his mouth. This is what he had been wanting also. I knew he wanted to be restrained even more, but before I did that I yanked my cock out of his mouth and told him to lean his head up a little bit.

I took the collar off his neck. He whimpered a bit and asked why I was removing it. I told him that I've learned from experience that when your head is hanging upside down and off the side of the bed, unless the collar is very very loose, when you're in that position it tightens to the point of restriction. He started to whine a little bit and I said, "remember you didn't trust me when I said you weren't going to like that position for a long time? I'm telling you from experience, we need to get the collar off of you.". He agreed.

Once the collar was off his neck, I put Velcro restraints on each of his wrists and pulled them to the top and the bottom of the bed. I pulled them tight. Very tight. I went to the other side of the bed and pulled the ratchets again making his ankles and legs even tighter against the bed. There wasn't going to be a lot of movement.

I went back up to his head and started throat fucking him. His fantasy was to be throat fucked like in the videos. I had plenty of towels on the floor, and the side of the bed. He wanted spit and slobber everywhere. I had enough towels, I didn't care that there was going to be spit and slobber everywhere.

I shoved my cock down his throat. All the way. I pushed it deep, deeper than he's experienced it with me before. I saw that part of his neck, near his Adam's apple, enlarge. I knew that was the head of my cock I was looking at. I pushed it deep into his throat and held it there. I knew he couldn't breathe. But I just held it there. He started to thrash around, jerking his head from side to side. I held his head in place with my thighs as I continued pushing my cock down his throat. His thrashing turned to a panic thrashing. So I yanked my cock out. The vibrating toy was still in his ass, I could hear it humming in the silence of the room. I reached between his legs and gave it a little push making sure it was still wedged deep in his ass.

He gasped for air like a drowning victim who had just got their head above water again. He panted and hyperventilated trying to get air back into his burning lungs. He started to say something, possibly object, and I shoved my cock back in his throat. Not quite as deep this time, but whatever complaints he had, I didn't want to hear them. I just wanted to shove my cock down his throat. However I was listening for three grunts, three finger snaps, three of anything. But nothing. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

I let him breathe for a few moments and then started assaulting his throat again. I pulled my cock out and there was spit and saliva everywhere. I moved forward smearing my spitty cock all over his face. I shoved my balls into his mouth. I barked out a command telling him to lick my balls. He licked and sucked all the spit and slobbers off my balls. Then I shoved my cock down his throat again.

He was gasping for air again, I wasn't giving him much recovery time between throat fucks. But once again I moved my balls up onto his face and he started lapping at them. Then I did something we hadn't talked about. I moved even farther ahead positioning my ass over his mouth. We had never talked about rimming. My gut instinct told me he wouldn't do it. He wasn't sure what to do at this moment. His eyes were covered in slobber so he probably couldn't see what was happening to him, but I'm sure he knew. I sensed that he knew.

I started scooting my ass and my taint and my balls across his mouth. Using his mouth and tongue and nose to work magic on my ass. I don't think he actually stuck his tongue out, but it was so fucking hot knowing that I was cramming my ass over his mouth and he probably was hating it. I didn't fucking care. I was stroking my cock, rubbing my spitty cock and balls all over his face, rubbing my ass up and down his face. Completely humiliating him.

I didn't want to come yet, and he wanted this to be a super long session. And as we had previously discussed, it was at this point I told him I was going to leave him alone to think about what I was doing to him. I timed this break so that he would be thinking about my ass rubbing on his face. My actual asshole rubbing on his mouth and nose. I wanted him to think about that while I was gone.

I bent down and picked up the nasty jock and shoved it back in his throat. He shook his head side to side. I pulled it back out and asked, what? He said there's so much slobber that the jock was trapping it in his throat that he needed some time to breathe and relax. So I checked to make certain he hadn't popped the vibrating toy out of his ass, I threw the jock on his chest, checked all the ropes binding him to the bed, and I left the room.

As I left the room I heard him moaning. The moaning turned into whimpering. The whimpering turned into what was almost a desperate cry. He realized he had gotten himself into something really powerful. The total power exchange he had given me was almost too much for him. During all of this I was still reading his body language and I knew he was at a limit. I hadn't quite pushed past it, but I was right there. If I pushed much harder, it would be too far. I might break him. I didn't want that. But I wanted him to experience his fantasies.

I sat downstairs in my easy chair for about 10 minutes. It probably felt like eternity to him. He did not call out to me. He did not call out for help. He did not call out to quit. But I heard him moaning and occasionally crying. I'm sure the smell of my ass on his nose and lips were causing him a near mental breakdown. I let him think about everything for about 10, maybe 15 minutes.

I quietly went back upstairs, obviously he was in the exact same position. He was moaning and crying a bit. Slobber covering his face. His eyes were closed to protect against all the slobber. I'm not even sure if he heard me under the room again.

His mouth is open as he was breathing through his mouth, there was too much slobber in his nose to even breathe through his nose. Since his mouth was open, I just crammed my hard cock back in. I pushed it all the way in and I think I startled him. I yelled at the top of my lungs to suck my cock. I leaned forward with my chest against his. I think I sucked his cock once or twice just to antagonize him.

I kept throat fucking him deep and hard. And then I felt him cough against my cock. I knew what was happening. I was almost expecting it. Yep, he had thrown up a little bit. But that's what the towels were there for. It didn't upset me, I just wanted to make sure he was okay. I grabbed a towel and wiped his face off. I gave him a minute to catch his breath and ask him if he was okay. He assured me he was. I asked him if we were pretty much done for the day, had I exhausted him? He said yes.

I said, okay but we're not quite done yet. I'm going to get off down your throat or in your ass. I think I want you to taste my cum today. I mounted his throat again and started fucking his throat. When I felt my balls draw up I knew I was about to orgasm. I pulled my cock almost all the way out leaving nothing but the head of my cock in his mouth as I started howling. I could feel my cum squirting in his mouth. His head still hanging over the side of the bed. I knew he was going to fight to swallow it all and he might end up spitting some of it out. But if he did it was just going to run down his face like in the videos that he cherished so much.

I pulled back a bit as my orgasm continued to pulse in his mouth. Either snot blew out his nose or my cum blew out his nostrils. I didn't care which. I savored my orgasm. Then I just left my cock in his mouth until every drop of my cum had left my cock.

I grabbed a fresh towel and cleaned him up a bit. Unhooked the restraints on his wrists and ankles. I asked him if I had fulfilled his fantasy and he replied, "most definitely, I can't wait to give you my next fantasy."