Date: Sat, 3 Jul 1999 10:31:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: alex marshall <alec_marshall"yahoo.ca>
Subject: Old Friend Bound to Have a Good Time

Tony and I had been friends for years. Met long ago. Have the easy
familiarity of men who have been through different stages of their
friendship and of their lives together. We got together in the city for a
weekend. We'd met in the city for sex. I'd been looking forward to it. So
we left our hotel room and went out for dinner. I was fighting a hard-on
from that look in his eyes. Half way through dinner he handed me a package,
told me to go the washroom and open it. I go into the stall and pull out a
cock strap, a butt plug, some lube and a note. I read the note.

Tonight we're playing by my rules.
Take off your shorts and put them in this box.
Get these where they're supposed to be.
For the rest of the night, if you don't follow my instructions, 
I'll leave you hot and bothered and with the bluest balls you've ever had.
Be back at the table in three minutes.
Keep your hands out of your pockets.
 
I'm hard, sweaty and short of breath immediately. Don't take more than a
second to consider it. After all, it's Tony. It's crazy, but what harm
could there be? So off with my jeans, stuff my boxers in the little box,
and struggle to get the cock strap over my of course hard cock and around
my balls. It's a struggle, but nothing like the plug. It's not huge, but
it's sizeable. I'm sweating as I push it in. Hurt myself I'm hurrying so
much. Pull it out, worry about the time and sit down on it so that it pops
in. Doesn't hurt once it's there. Wipe the pre-cum it just pushed out of my
cock off as I pull up my jeans. As I try to adjust myself with no
underwear, I understand what the "Keep your hands out of your pockets"
meant. I walk back to the table hard and sweating and blushing as the guys
at the next table notice and start to laugh. Tony, the grinning devil, only
chuckles when I sit down carefully and hand him the box with my shorts.

"You were gone four minutes," he says. "That'll cost you. Later." We then eat
dinner in a more or less normal way. Except every time I move on the chair
I fell the plug and my cock stretches again. I'm distracted. He pretends
not to notice.

Old friends are the most comforting thing. You know their habits, their
needs; remember the feel of their bodies. Tony's fifteen or so years older
than I am, but that's only ever made him more attractive to me. Have
watched his beard and hair go from salt and pepper to sexy silver. He's put
on a few pounds, but I don't care. He's still my friend with a mischevious
sense of humour and likes to play.

We then have a "normal" city evening. Walk around town looking in windows,
go in bookstores, an undirected ghetto evening. My erection comes and
goes. One time it's positively obscene in the angle it achieves under my
jeans. I move to fix it and Tony growls AI told you to leave it alone"
before turning the corner and walking through a big crowd of gay men who
notice, laugh, leer and wink at him.

Eventually, we wander in into a bar. "You've got too many clothes on," he
says. "Check your shirt." I never take my shirt off in places like that and
start to object. He interrupts: "You've got one chance. Do what I say, or
you can go back home now." That tone gets me hard again. The guy at the
coat check winks at Tony as he takes my shirt, looks me up and down, and
says "Anything else?" Tony laughs with him and says maybe later.

We go to the bar. I have a drink that goes straight to my head. We kiss and
his tongue heading for my throat leads to a wet spot developing in my
jeans. I try to grind against him, but he just laughs and says "Down, boy."
He reaches down, touches the wet spot and smiles wider. "You seem ready.
Let's go the washroom for a minute."

He pushes me into a stall and says "Take off your jeans." I figure I'm
going to get one of his blow-jobs now and quickly oblige. He reaches over
and pops-off the cockstrap. I push my cock out for him, but he just ignores
it and reaches into his pocket and hauls out a long length of thong.
"Cockstraps are convenient, but just don't cut it. Now stand still while I
do this right." In a businesslike way, he proceeds to pull down, rope off
and separate my balls. He ties off the base of my cock and leaves a long
end hanging down to the floor. He examines his handiwork, smears my precum
across the head. I goan; he laugh. He gives a yank to the leash he's made
for my cock and balls. I wince, but my cock and balls only get tighter. He
reaches into another pocket and pulls out a jock strap. He tells me to put
it on and to meet him outside. He walks out with my jeans, leaving me to
figure out how to fit my erection into the strap. I then have the problem
of the leash.

So, I walk out of the john into the increasingly full club. Stand there
blushing, looking down, but hard as could be. He's obviously just checked
my jeans and come back from the door. Of course, I knew he would, he grabs
the leash and gives it a tug. He laughs as I wince. "Let's go upstairs."

Tony then walks through the most crowded part of the club with me in
tow. Have to hustle: I'm afraid the leash'll pull my cock out of the
strap. Guys look and laugh, cop a feel, make jokes with Tony. Upstairs it's
much darker. Lots of leather in evidence. He buys me another drink while he
stands and talks with the guys coming past. Sometimes they comment on me;
sometimes they just seem to ignore me.

"Excuse me," Tony says ever so politely, "I'm going to go get something
from my coat. But so you don't get too lonely, come over here." He leads me
to a floor to ceiling metal pole, has me lean my back against it, and
proceeds to handcuff my hands around behind it. I'm scared and
sweating. This time I do object. He just grabs my hands. I try to pull
away, but he's always been stronger than I am. I try kidding with
him. Finally, I try begging. He just walks away. "Back in a flash."

So it's happend. I'm bound and nearly naked in the dark upstairs of a gay
bar. Am suddenly far too nervous to make eye contact with anyone. The
circulating men stop and stare. With you not around, they come closer. They
stand there and talk about me as though I couldn't hear them. They feel me
up like so much meat. One works on my nipples for a bit. A few minutes
later another finds the butt plug and starts moving it slowly and
methodically about. In no time at all I'm rocking my hips, trying not to
moan. His friend walks over. Together they agree that given how hard I am,
it's clear to them I'd be more comfortable with fewer clothes on. They pop
off my jock and have a good laugh at the site of my purple, oozing, bound
cock and balls. They pocket the jock then walk off and leave me there.

I hang my head, but my cock stands tall. I will my cock down, but it only
seems to get harder. I can hear guys laughing about me. Tony shows up. "Oh
good, you found people to keep you company. Sorry I was so long." To my
relief, he uncuffs me. But he then grabs my leash and yanks me further back
into the bar. We stop in front of a railing Tony gets down on his
knees. Once again hopeful, I stick my cock in your face. You slap it hard,
then tie the leash to a ring in the floor. He doesn't pull it tight, but
doesn't leave a lot of slack either. I'm not going far.

"Turn around. Hands on the rail." I move too fast and give my balls a hard
yank. He laughs. More carefully, I move and bend over. I feel his hand on
my ass. He too twiddles the butt plug till my hips are rocking. He stops.

"Boy, you've been good tonight. Better than I expected. But you touched
your cock a couple times when you thought I wasn't looking, and you still
need to be punished for being late in the restaurant." With that, his hand
comes down Slap! on my ass. I'm so startled I yelp. "Quiet." And he sets in
to spank me. This, of course, draws a crowd. I try to get away, but the
leash on my balls means I'm not going far. His slapping hand starts to
catch the butt plug and soon I'm moaning. He stops.

"Didn't you tell him to be quiet?" I turn my head to see who spoke. It's a
big grizzly of a man. Huge chest, silver hair showing through his leather
vest. Dark skin, silver beard, big strong arms. His legs are huge and I
certainly hope he's wearing a cod-piece or that bulge is scary.

Tony eyes him up and down and answers that yes, he had told me to be
quiet. "Then he's not doing a good job of it. Best cure for that is to
start over. Here, why not use this?" He unhooks a leather paddle from the
wall.

Tony accepts it, but says he thinks he knows what the real problem is. He
walks back to me and without warning pops out the butt plug I've been
wearing all evening. I gasp but bite my tongue from the shock of the sudden
withdrawal. "So what you going to do instead?" the Grizzly demands. He
simply smiles, reaches into his bag and pulls out a bigger one.

"Give him something to moan about." Everybody laughs but me. Tony walks
back, gives my ass a slap and starts working it in. It hurts. I know I've
got no choice in the matter and bear down. It still hurts. I start to move
away but the leash on my balls grabs hard. While I'm gasping, he sinks it
home. Everyone applauds.

Tony takes the paddle, smiles at me and says "Fifty?" I wince. The first
couple strokes sting, but I keep quiet. Somewhere around 10 I groan.

"Ok" says the Grizzly, "This one's not good at quiet. Try something
different. Make him count it out. Start over, of course." Tony laughs, rubs
his hand over my hot, stinging ass and says sure. I start counting, but
it's more like grunting. Fuck. Around 10 the Grizzly interrupts again.
"Look, we can't hear him. It won't do. Make him shout it out. Start over."

Tony looks at me and shrugs before taking off his shirt. "You heard the
man," and lays into me again. I'm feeling like a parody of a Marine now as
I bark it out. It's hurting more with every stroke. I squirm but my leash
means I'm not getting away. Around 20, my voice starts cracking. I'm
sweating and swaying from the effort of staying bent over. Can feel all
eyes on me. At 30, I'm feeling desperate when he hits me and the count
comes out more like a yelp: the paddle just found the end of the butt
plug. By 40, I'm running in sweat, legs shaking, cock dripping and hips
rocking from the constant strokes to the plug. I'm getting hotter. The guys
are counting with me now. At 50, when he stops, I try not to collapse. I
want to cry and to shoot a load at the same time. I look down and see
droplets of precum on the floor below me. I'm dripping. Everyone
applauds. The Grizzly claps Tony on the shoulder before moving off.

Tony stands me up, leans me back against the rail, and ties my hands to
it. My cock is pointing desperately forward. His hands roam my chest and
caress my stinging ass but ignore it as he calms me down. He sets a couple
hands-full of clothespegs on the rail, gives me a kiss and says "Don't go
away" before walking off.

"Tony, don't leave me here like this." He does, thank god, come back. He
snuggles in close, kisses me. His hand brushes my cock even and I
shudder. I close my eyes and settle into a kiss. Before I know what he's
doing, he snaps some tit clamps on me before walking off. Ahhhhhhhh!

Guys come by to look again. They're not very inhibited in front of me after
the paddling. They talk about me, laugh, touch. In no time at all, they've
got clothespegs all over my body. The Grizzly comes back and walks up in
front of me. This man is huge. He says nothing, just graps the tit
clamps. He works my nips till I start to groan, then tightens them. Strokes
my sides while I gnash my teeth and recover, then starts alternately
pulling the chain till I feel like I could cum like this. Somebody pulls a
couple clothes pins off. It hurts as the blood comes back in. I look up and
it's Tony. "Calm down!"

The Grizzly looks down at Tony while taking off a clothespeg. "This boy
needs fucked."

"When we get back to the hotel." Tony takes off two.

"Now." The two of them talk about the relative merits of now or later while
seemingly absentmindedly taking off the rest. I just try not to cry. Can't
focus on what they're saying as I cope with the removal of all the
pins. Suddenly, they're both tying up my ankles, putting a harness on me,
and before I can recover from the sudden removal of the tit clamps, he
pulls a cord and I'm hoisted off the ground onto my back into a
swing. There's some confusion about why I can't go higher till Tony
remembers the leash tied to the floor. The grizzly smiles and says he'll
hold that. He rolls the slack around his wrist until my cock is pointing
straight up.

The Grizzly then strips Tony. When he's naked he looks him up and down,
fondles his thick cock a little, then sets in to work his nips. In no time
at all, his cock is swollen and ready.

"Tony, this boy needs properly fucked. It's your job to show him how it's
done. Get it right or I'll see to your punishment myself." He reaches over
and pops out my butt plug. I want it back. I feel empty. He positions you,
gives your ass a slap, then hosts a beer to toast me. All I know is my cock
is so hard it hurts, my balls are tied so tight I'll never cum, and my ass
needs filled up again. Tony obliges with the very tip of his cock. I'm
trying to rock forward and get more. He stops and looks at me.

"Ok, Brian, here it is. You're naked, bound in a swing, and about to get
fucked like I should've fucked you years ago. You've been needing this for
years. Now, beg for it."

I can't believe him. He's of course smiling that devil's smile. I sort of
whine and squeeze at his cockhead with my ass. "I mean it Brian. You can
still go home with blue balls if you want. Beg for it." I manage a
please. "I can't hear you." Please, Tony, I squeeze and bear down. He backs
up, just teasing my hole with his head.. "One last time Brian. Loud enough
for the whole bar or you're getting nothing." As he says it, he drags his
hand over my precum slick, bound balls till I groan. He smiles, flexes the
muscles in his cock so I feel it, and waits. I'm lost in it.

"Tony, I need it," I'm shouting. "Tony, fuck me. Make me know who's the
man." Everybody in the bar can hear me and comes over to watch. I don't
care anymore. Let them watch. "Shove your cock in hard and do me. I need
you to man. I"ve never needed it so bad as right now. Fuck me. Please. Open
me up with your meat and make me your boy. I'm beggin you man. Now........"
my last sentence is lost as he pops in his head.

I've never really liked to be fucked. Don't like losing control like
that. But he's got my attention completely focussed on his cock now as the
head fills me. I struggle to pull him in deeper and look up at his
eyes. "Don't worry boy, I know what I'm doing." Tony looks over at the
Grizzly and nod. He pulls a rope and my legs are going higher, till they're
pulled up around your head. When he stops, Tony sinks it home. I groan
loadly, the crowd laughs, and he settles into a nice easy fuck.

I'm so hot that I instantly feel like I could cum. But the Grizzly's got
the leash on my cock, and it's standing straight up like a telephone pole
touching nothing. Tony and I are quickly covered in sweat. I'm rocking in
the swing, trying to get his cock all the way in every time. He speeds up a
little, teasing me with rapid jabs and I lose focus. Suddenly the world is
moving, or I am: they're lowering my head down below the level my
ass. Blood runs to my brain, I can't think straight, and the change in
angle gets even more of Tony inside of me.

It turns into a hard, sweaty, rhythmic fuck. I grunt every time Tony comes
in and resist everytime he pulls out. The sound of his balls on my ass is
all I hear. He changes rhythm, pops his cockhead on my prostate, and I can
feel something rising from my balls. I open my eyes and see a drop of cum
come out the top and run down my shaft like lube. I hear him laugh. He
tries that stroke again and another drop cums out. All I want is to cum but
he's pumping it out of me stroke by stroke. I close my eyes.

Time stops for me. I'm just a hungry ass and balls so full I know nothing
else. In no time at all, my shaft and balls are coated in my jism. I feel
it run down my stomach. It's all I can smell. I can feel it between my legs
and it must be the lube that keeps his cock sliding relentlessly in and
out. I need to shoot so bad. I try fucking against him, but can't hardly
move in the sling. Fight the ropes on my hands trying to get to my cock,
but can't get near it. It's still vertical, not even touching my stomach.

Tony's speeding up, and I can feel his cock swelling. Please. I feel hands
on my balls. I manage to focus on the Grizzly as he unties them. They come
together and rise up fast. So close, but he keeps the strap around my cock
and it's still waving untouched in mid-air. Somebody's got to touch
it. Tony pumps on and on. More cum comes out, but I still need to
shoot. Please. I feel his hands on my stomach and then holding my hips. I
open my eyes and try to focus on him. I hear the Grizzly say "Relax, boy,
your Daddy's going to take care of you." With that Tony changes rhythm
again. He pulls all the way out, then sinks it home. So fast. Then again,
and again. He picks up even more speed.

"Come on, Brian," I hear Tony growl. "Give it to Daddy." He pulls out
slower, then lands home so fast that I lose it. I'm not really there at all
as my balls blast cum out my untouched cock. I vaguely hear Tony "Oh yeah,
get it out boy, come on Brian, get it all out." He keeps fucking and I keep
cumming.

Seems to be about to go on forever. Somewhere in there I hear him grunt and
his strokes grow erratic. He's cumming too: some inside me and some onto my
cock and balls as he pulls out and showers me.

Tony reaches over and slides his tongue into my throat. His hands start
rubbing our sperm all over both our chests and stomach. I jerk away,
ticklish after shooting such a load. He keeps on kissing and reaches down
further and smears our cum onto my still hard cock. Touched for the first
time there, I yell and pull back. He grabs it and rubs more cum into my
cockhead. I can't get away. Lose control of my body and my breathing. Can't
even yell stop. He just keeping going. A hand milks my balls; teeth on my
nipples. Relentlessly, his hand drags our cum over my oversensitive
cockhead. As the tears stream down my face, I'm cumming again. It's
torture. Every shot hurts and wrenches my whole body. I'm tossing back and
forth in the swing, trying to get away from what I'm feeling. He keeps
going right through this second orgasm, not letting up. By the time his
hand stops, I'm incoherent and crying.

The sling moves and I'm coming back into vertical. I almost faint again.
Tony cups my balls, reaches over and unties me. I fall into his arms
completely spent. We're hot and sweaty and sticky and he's strong and
safe. The crowd laughs and toasts Tony, then moves on. He slides your
tongue into my mouth again and I come back to the world.