Adventures Being Tied and Edged By Guys Ch. 04

Part 4: Scott in Seattle

Authors note: I am a straight guy with a lifelong love of bondage. I have had a special love for edging ever since I saw my big sister's "Joy of Sex" with the picture the guy tied spread eagle while the girl sat on him and teased his cock. I have tied and been tied by women many times, and enjoyed it thoroughly. However, when they took the dom role, I never felt like they were enjoying it. A few years ago, after reading some stories by Strand Ankler, I started thinking about what it would be like to be tied by another guy. Someone who wouldn't "be nice", and would be doing it to me for his own pleasure, not mine.

This has lead me on a few adventures with guys who could respect my limits, but enjoyed putting a big, muscular straight guy through his paces. I thought I would share a few of these stories. They are almost entirely true, with only a few details of the narrative altered just to make it a slightly better or hotter.

It has been years since my last update and I have had quite a few adventures with both male and female tormentors since my last story. However, time to write them out has been lacking. But hopefully I can catch up a little now. Here's one I had a few months ago...

Note this is part of a series but I can't figure out how to add it to the series in Literotica now, but feel free to search for "Adventures Being Tied and Edged by Guys"

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I met Scott on a fetish app. He is very active in the local bondage scene and runs Shibari classes as well as loving to just tie guys up. I had played with him a few times already and always had fun and been very well restrained.

Scott is a very high integrity player and we had very clear discussions about limits, so everything that happened in this scene was within established boundaries. I will say that I had no idea what was going to happen when I showed up, and my limits were certainly tested!

We had agreed to have an afternoon session in his new playroom, so I showed up precisely at 1pm and rang the doorbell. Scott was just as I remembered him, shorter then me with a friendly face and a stocky build.

I said "Hi" to his husband, who was working in the living room of their town house. As Scott led me up the new playroom upstairs, I heard "Have fun you two!". The playroom looked like something out of a Japanese bondage shoot. There was a tatami mat on the floor and an a-frame made of bamboo poles, soft lighting, and hanging on hooks on the wall were what seemed like miles of hemp rope.

After a bit of chat, Scott asked if I was ready. We had agreed that once the scene started, I was nothing but an object for his amusement. I was his "play toy". So when I said I was ready, his demeanor changed and he said "Play Toy, strip down to your underwear and stand here, now!". I quickly stripped down and moved to t the middle of the a-frame. First a hood was pulled over my head. Next, my hands were tied to each end of a bamboo pole that was run behind my back at waist level, and my feet were spread a bit and tied to another pole to keep them that way. I felt a rope pull the two poles together so there was no way I could lift my hands

Scott then built a chest harness out of rope, right under my armpits. That was pulled up to the overhead pole of the a-frame. This took a lot of the load but also made it so I was officially stuck and not going anywhere. I love that moment. That realization where you have crossed the line and are truly stuck. Scott is a very experienced roper, and I knew there was no hope of escape. This made my cock so hard.

With me now fully restrained, he took some time to explore my body with his hands. He started with my nipples, first rubbing, then pinching and twisting, snickering at my groaning.

"Say you are nothing but a play toy" I was told.

"I am nothing but a play toy!" I replied.

"just an object for me to amuse myself, right?"

"Yes Sir, I am just an object for you to play with."

He slapped my cheek affectionately. "Good Play Toy".

Next, his hands worked their way down and he started massaging my cock through my underwear. We had agreed that I would show up with at least a 3 day load, but it had actually been more like 4, so I was already desperate, and my balls were starting to ache. He made sure they were aching by grabbing them in his fist and squeezing, harder and harder until I started groaning more and trying to twist away. This made him laugh out loud.

Suddenly he pulled my underwear down and started stroking me, slowly. It felt so good, and I started trying to get more. Soon he knelt and took it in his mouth and started sucking it for real. I started to feel it build and started trying to thrust, but he kept in control and slowly sucked me. He took me right to the edge and then stopped.

"I'll be back later, Play Toy".

Then, he pulled my underwear back up, gave my balls a friendly squeeze and I heard him leave the room and walk down the stairs.

I was left to contemplate my fate for probably 15 minutes. Feeling very exposed and vulnerable, tightly bound in Scott's playroom, all alone, not knowing what was coming next.

He was probably down just chatting with his husband or doing email or whatever he wanted while I was tightly restrained and frustrated in his playroom. It really did make me feel like an object, which only made me more hot.

Even though it was probably only 15 minutes, it felt like hours as I hung there on his frame. When tied up and left, I cycle from being extremely aroused at my helplessness, frustrated, to bored, and then back again. Today was no different, but being just left hanging like a piece of meat had me very aroused.

Eventually I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and could tell he was back in the room. I could hear him opening cabinets and some crinkling as he shuffled around. He did take the opportunity to stroke my hard cock through my underwear, squeeze my balls, pinch my nipples before continuing whatever he was doing.

Suddenly my hood was pulled off, to see him standing before me holding a very strict looking leather muzzle. He immediately applied it, cinching the straps around my head very tightly so all that could really come out was grunts.

"Play Toy, look what I got out for you!" he said pointing to the floor in front of me. I let out a huge groan of dismay when I looked down and saw two brand new packs of clothespins on the floor. I tried to tell him how much I hate pegs, but the muzzle made it difficult and I know he didn't care anyway.

"My play toy will be wearing all of these before I'm done" He was grinning with sadistic glee as my eyes widened. I tried to protest again through muzzle, but it was just incoherent grunts

He took his time, letting the anticipation build up. Letting his hands explore, groping, squeezing and pinching. He slowly pulled my underwear down. He spent several minutes just slowly stroking and squeezing my cock and balls. He was clearly enjoying playing with them, and he started alternating slow stroking with head polishing, taking me close to the edge several times. He just chuckled at my obvious frustration as he removed his hand and left me trying to thrust in the air. My 4 days of virtual chastity had left me desperately horny. When I showed up, my balls were already aching. Even though I knew I probably had hours to go before I would be allowed release, I couldn't help my body's reaction and kept trying to get more contact.

The first peg was a shock, as he took a big bite of my ballsack, directly in the middle. I yelped and shook. Scott just laughed and flicked it with his finger "Tell me you are nothing but a Play Toy!" He kept laughing as I tried to say it through the tight muzzle gag.

He took his time, continuing to stroke and edge before he clipped a second peg on, right at the base of my ball sack.

Achingly slowly, he added peg after peg. Two full packs of 20. He would add one, then flick and play and tease. He would polish my head, pinch my nipples, flick the pegs or just stand and watch me shake as I would get used to the new pain each one would cause. I tried to beg through my gag, I really didn't want any more pegs, but he just laughed. There was no escaping this for me. I also knew that the worst was yet to come, because as much as they hurt going on, I knew they would hurt way more coming off.

Finally, he had me fully decorated. Lines of pegs making my balls look like a sunburst ( saw the pictures later), and lines up the sides and center of my cock. He just stood back and watched me thrashing and trying to get them off for a while. He dug in my pants and found my phone and used it to take several pictures of my predicament,

Of course he taunted me, telling me how much he liked to make his Play Toy suffer, and he didn't care if I didn't like it, Play Toys are there for his amusement.

After he'd had his fun watching me, he walked around behind me and pressed up against me. One hand grabbed a nipple and twisted viciously and before I could even react, he yanked a peg off with the other. I howled!

He laughed, the genuinely evil laugh of a sadist. After a few beats, he switched hands and repeated with the other nipple and another peg. I howled even louder! He just laughed at me more.

Moving around to the front, he sat cross legged in front of me and idly flicked the pegs, sometimes taking my cockhead in his mouth to polish it with his tongue. Just as I would relax a little, he would pull another peg. Then he pulled 3 or 4 really fast, and I screamed in pain.

He was snickering again and I looked down and there were still a lot of pegs left to go!

He really took his time. Letting anticipation build. One by one, sometimes 2-3 really fast, he slowly removed each peg and gave me time to both fully feel the pain of the removal and to dread the next one. I was sweating profusely and hanging weekly in my bonds by the time he finished.

"I think Play Toy needs a break!" he said. My muzzle was removed and replaced with a strict leather hood that was buckled on tightly.

I was covered in sweat after this ordeal, so he had a towel and wiped me down from head to toe, quite gently.

My hands were untied from the bamboo pole behind my back but quickly bound together in front of me. He loosened the chest harness and helped me sit and then lay on my back. My legs were pulled into the air by the pole holding them together and my hands were straight up from my chest to the overhead bar.

He was quiet, watching me, I guess, but still in the room as I relaxed and recovered. I could hear that he was texting with someone.

The doorbell rang. He said, "Who could that be at this time of the day? Well, you just stay here, Play Toy, and I'll go see."

It was several minutes before I heard him coming up the stairs. He came in and knelt in front of me and started caressing my cock and balls, stroking me back to hardness. Then his hand wandered down between my legs and he started squeezing my ass and stroking the inside of my cheeks, rubbing his finger up my hole. He slightly inserted it and I moaned.

"I think he likes that" Scott said, from the doorway. I realized I was being fingered by a second person!

"He does!" the new voice was deeper and sounded older. His finger went in deeper.

"Well, Play Toys get used, that's what they are here for!" Scott said, "So anyway for the class, I was thinking we could demo this hog tie I'm going to show you. Let's flip him over on his stomach."

The next 15 minutes or so involved the new guy following Scotts instructions to hogtie a big muscular guy like me. Finally I was in a modified hogtie with my legs spread on a bamboo poll, the poll pulled up to my chest harness and my wrists tied tightly to each thigh. I was a piece of meat, and it made me super hard.

Then they just chatted about their upcoming class for a while talking about logistic and other details. The whole time, the new guy molested me, rubbing my ass, fingering my hole, squeezing my balls. Just idly playing with me, like I really was an object while they chatted. I have never felt more truly objectified. I was in subby heaven.

Finally, Scott said "I think I have to let Play Toy go pretty soon. Do you want to make him cum?"

The new guy said "Oh yeah I do!" and with their help I was rolled over on my back. The hog tie allowed my feet to be on the ground, but my hips in the air.

New Guy started stroking me while they continued to chat, just talking about where to go to dinner after the class, gossip about another friend. I felt a huge orgasm coming and he stroked faster, but then he stopped. I groaned and they laughed at me. It was so humiliating I almost came just from that.

He let me come down just enough and started slow stroking me and now they were into it. "Play Toy wants to cum, doesn't he?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Play Toy should beg for it!"

I begged and begged to cum while they taunted me and laughed. New Guy slowly stroking me and keeping me one pull away from shooting.

"Will Play Toy agree to be the centerpiece for a whole party."

"Yes Sirr! Just please let me cum."

"Will Play Toy suck his first cock for me?"

"Yes Sir! Just please let me cum!"

"Beg to suck cock, and maybe we'll let you cum, Play Toy!"

"Please Sir, let me suck a cock, please!"

"Harder Play Toy, tell me how much you want to be a cock sucker!"

This was hot humiliation and I knew we wouldn't go there in this scene because limits were set, but still the degradation almost made me cum by itself

"Keep Play Toy!"

Finally New Guy just stroked faster and harder and took me over the edge, while I continued to beg to suck a cock. They laughed and cheered me on while I had long, agonizing orgasm, shooting a huge load down my chest, that instantly started dripping down my neck.

New Guy asked Scott "Does he like Post torture?"

"He HATES it!" Scott replied.

"Good!"

New Guy started stroking my softening cock and polishing the head while I squealed and thrashed and begged him to stop. They both were laughing so hard. I begged "NO NO NO" until finally New Guy relented.

Scott must have thrown him a towel, because he then gently wiped me down and cleaned me up before getting up and walking out.

Scott untied me slowly and let me recover on the tatami mat. "That's a friend of mine who's helping me teach a Shibari class next week. Thanks for letting him practice on you" He was grinning. "Come on downstairs when you are ready."

I got dressed and used the bathroom, then went downstairs. New Guy had already left. Scott gave me sparkling water and we had a debrief. He wanted make sure everything was cool. Although I was surprised, everything that happened was within limits we had discussed, even if I thought they were just theoretical.

He told me he would really like to throw a little party and have me tied up as the centerpiece. We joked that he could be a crudites platter around me.

We had a nice post session chat, but I needed to get back to work, finally. Scott insisted on a hug before I left and then I was out.

I still have no idea what New Guy looks like. I do know his name and he reached out to me on the same app and we've chatted and discussed him tying me up sometime. His fantasy is to keep me tied up in his back bedroom while he has company over.

It was a fun, exhausting adventure. I have played with Scott since then but no crudites party yet.