Sunday – pt 2

Sunday Night, Part II [MVR] (by simon on Fri February 22nd, 2013 3:37 PM)

Craig sat up. I eyed his smooth, slightly toned chest. “But,” he said, “I don’t have anything you can tie me with.”

I picked up my shoe. “How about my laces?”

He leaned forward and kissed me again, taking my penis in his hand. I dropped the shoe and embraced him, enjoying the pleasure he was giving me. I had to break the kiss if I was going to tie him, so I pulled away and grinned sexily at him. I picked up my shoe and started to pull out the lace.

While I was doing this he switched on his laptop and loaded up some gay porn. He masturbated himself for a bit, as I took the lace out of my second shoe, and then beckoned him back to his bed. I made him lie on his back while I tied his hands securely behind him, and then, using the other lace, I tied his ankles together. Finally, I turned him over.

He looked so sexy now, bound, naked and helpless. I laid across his body, our skin stuck together like hot leather. I kissed his lips while my hand stroked down his body and found its way to his penis. I gave him two teasing strokes, then took his balls and squeezed.

Craig gasped. “Don’t do that,” he whispered.

“Sorry,” I lied. “Wait. I need to go to the toilet.” I got up off of him and went to the door. I picked up my trousers and pulled them on. I turned back to look at him, and he looked back at me. I winked, then opened the door and headed to the bathroom.

I didn’t use the toilet. Instead, I looked through the cupboards searching for some tape to cover his mouth. Finding nothing, I decided to look downstairs. Craig heard me going down the stairs and called after me. “Simon? What are you doing?”

“Just wait,” I replied.

“Simon?”

I didn’t reply. I went through the kitchen, and searched through the drawers and cupboards until I found a roll of tape. I picked it up, and went back upstairs.

Craig was still lying on the bed, his penis pointing almost vertically.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

“Just getting something to eat.” I kneeled next to him and took his penis in my hand, then into my mouth. He moaned in pleasure as I moved up and down for about a minute, and then I went to kiss his lips again. After that, I sat on his chest and looked in his eyes.

“Will you fuck me,” he asked.

I tilted my head to the side. “Do you want me to?” I asked. He had never asked me to fuck him while we were together.

“Yes, Simon,” he replied. He looked at a small chest of drawers by his bed. “I have condoms and lube in there.”

I leaned over him and stroked his hair. Then, I picked up his black briefs, which were next to his head, and pushed them into his mouth. His look portrayed surprise and confusion. I took the tape from my pocket and covered his mouth with four strips. He couldn’t make any sound at all.

Looking at him now, he was so much sexier. Smooth body, a small amount of muscle, small brown nipples, his rock hard penis and two defenseless nuts. And he was tied. Gagged.

Helpless.

I ran my fingers over his torso, tickling him. He wriggled and squirmed, which turned me on so much, but I really wanted to satisfy my hunger for ballbusting. I wasn’t angry at him, per se. But he was here, tied up, and this is what I’m into, whether he likes it or not.