Cuffed

So Mike is a pretty vanilla guy. Sex is great with him, but it's usually a routine of making out, then grouping each other's cocks, then mutual sucking, anal, and clean up. It's a hot, fun, sexy cycle, but it's predictable. I, on the other hand, tend to prefer some extra spice from time to time. I've been trying for a while to get him to open up and let me know what sort of things get him going and the furthest I've gotten was putting a football jersey and a jockstrap on and letting him fuck me wearing that. Fun, different.... not necessarily kinky.

So a few days ago I suggested we go into a gay sex shop in Toronto's village. I wanted to browse the toys and costumes and see what sort of things got his motor running. A lot of our interraction was laughing at the shock of some of the things there. Things like someone using a dildo that is thicker than my calf, dogs masks, electroshock toys etc... but there were two things that caught Mike's eye briefly but I noticed the catch and took careful notes. The first was a restraint contraption that binds a guy's hands behind his back, and the second was a pair of see through mesh underwear. Perfect. I could work with those two things.

I put my handcuffs in my bag and headed over to Mike's, stopping at the sex shop on the way to buy the sexy underwear. He was stilll at work and I was going to surprise him when he got home. I took my things up to his apartment and started getting ready. I stripped down and put the mesh briefs on which made me instantly hard because I have to admit - they looked fuckin hot! My ass, my dick... everything faintly covered and just begging to be touched. Next I took a necktie and wrapped it around my eyes, blindfolding myself. I figured that if he and I could look each other in the eye and see the amusement/arousal it might turn it into a silly thing rather than a sexy one, so by blocking my vision it gave him a level of anonymity to indulge with some privacy. Finally, I handcuffed my wrists behind my back, totally restraining myself and removing any level of control. I plopped myself facedown on his bed and waited for him to come home.

After 10 minutes or so I heard the lock turn at the door. I could hear him come in, take off his coat, throw down his keys, put away his shoes, toss the mail on the coffee table. Everything was normal until he opened the bedroom door and said, "Holy Shit!" I could hear the smirk on his face as he exhaled but his libido must have gone from 0-100 in 0.5 seconds. The next words out of his mouth were "Look at that ass!" then he positioned himself above me and spanked it. It was shocking. I couldn't see anything and I didn't expect it so soon, but it was hot to know that he was into it and going to rough me up.

He undressed. I don't know how much he took off but I could hear clothes hitting the floor. He kept his belt in his hand though cuz I could hear him pull it together and snap it a couple of times. He wanted me to know that I was getting a lashing and I was just happy that I wasn't going to have to ask for it. I was nervous. At first it was just a thought idea that I would be restrained and blindfolded but now I was excited. I actually had no idea what was coming and I had no power to stop whatever it was. I felt the belt flick against my thighs. It was gentle. I didn't make a sound. Next it slashed me again, a little harder. It still didn't hurt but I shifted perking my ass in the air and gave a little moan to start to get him going. He spanked me a couple more times. Each slap on the same spot making the sting more intense with each hit. I winced and twitched so he could see the muscles in my back flexing at the pain of his touch. I knew he was getting so hot but he said, "Give me a control word." I just said, "Go fuck yourself!"

That got him going and I loved it. He whipped me a lot harder after that and I screamed. He whipped again, and again, and then I caught the belt in my hands behind my back. I struggled and he tried to get the belt away from me, I wouldn't let go so he whipped me with the other end - the buckle. "I'm sorry. I promise I'll do whatever you ask. Just please stop hurting me." He got off the bed and came back a few seconds later with a bandana that he tied around my head at my mouth. He gagged me, told me to shut up and wait for him, then he jumped into the shower. I didn't want to make it that easy for him so I started to try to escape. I rolled out of the bed and he could hear that I wasn't obeying. By the time he got out of the shower I had crawled to the bedroom door and was trying to turn the handle with my shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing?" then he grabbed my arms and lifted me back onto the bed. I got spanked for my disobedience.

He was naked now and I could feel the water from the shower still beaded on his body. He was pinning me facedown on the bed with his naked body and he grinded his cock into my ass and rubbed me down with his hands. I could hear his deep breaths in my ear as he grabbed my neck and pushed my face into the pillow. He spanked me a few more times as I thrased and tried to kick him off, then he spit on my ass, spanked me again, got right into my ear, and said, "Enough."

I stopped fighting back and I could feel him pull the bottom of my briefs aside and start playing with my hole. He was spitting on it, getting it nice and slippery. I knew what was coming next. I could hear him open a condom and squirt some lube and before I knew it he was pushing the head of his cock into my ass. He didn't go slow and he wasn't gentle. He thrust his whole dick into my body and I thrashed some more at this new feeling. I knew that turned him on the most. That this big strong guy was bound and gagged on his bed, writhing in pain inflicted from his manhood. He slipped it out, almost all the way, then rammed it all the way back in, grunting as he thrusted into my ass.

He made me get on my knees, face down ass up, and he continued to greedily pound my hole. His hands were on my hips and he was aggressively pulling my body towards him while he quickly forced his towards mine. The spanks continued and I could hear his breathing getting heavier. The sound of his thighs slapping my cheeks blended in with the spanks, and it was just a dirty song of flesh hitting flesh. He pullled out and spit on my ass a few more times. I couldn't see what was happening but I could tell he was taking in the sight of my felxing ass at his touch. The breaths, the firm grips on my ass, the globs of spit hitting my hole - he was worshipping my bum.

He flipped me onto my back and put my legs through the cuffs so my hands were now in front of me pulling my thighs to my chest. He entered again without warning but this time it felt great. "You like that you little bitch?" "Fuck ya!" He covered my face with a pillow and just ploughed me without mercy until I could feel his body tighten, his breaths get faster and louder, he dick probe deeper and longer, and finally his moans as he unloaded in my ass. I could feel some sweat dripping on my chest from his face and he allowed me a few post orgasm pumps before he took it out, said "I'm done with you," left the room and shut the door.