All packed

This fiction story was first written on 9th March, 2008. I am in the process of writing my third piece.

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It's hard to think of anything when it hurts so much. Well, not too much. He knows very well what my limits are and surprisingly is always able to stay just right at the edge of those very same limits.

Maybe that's why we work so well as a couple. Sure, I love him to bits and I know he loves me too but there's something about our relationship that just seems extra special.

You must be wondering what I'm going on about. My apologies. It's just that I tend to get distracted when I'm lying down on my tummy, hands tied to my legs in a hog tie, and my balls tied off to it. Add to the fact that I've been blindfolded and my jaws are aching from the ball gag in my mouth, it's hard to think straight, so to speak.

I've been lying here for the last hour. Occasionally, my boyfriend walks in to check on me, partially to make sure that the bonds haven't blocked off any circulation, and also to verbally torment me.

It's more the latter though; he knows how hard and horny I get when he teases me with words like:

"How's that hard dick doing rubbing the bed? Not rubbing hard enough?"
"Does my little baby want out? Does he, does he?"
"Oh, horny are we? Right at the edge? Not enough to go over? Aww…"

Or on the days when he's feeling really evil:

"I’m going out for a run now, see you when I get back!"

We've been together for about six months now, not very long I know but it feels like he already knows every aspect of my life, and every part of my body. But there's something about today that’s extra special.

I've just been posted to go overseas for five weeks for work, and he couldn't take the time off to come visit – so we wanted to make the most of our time together before I left. And I'm due to leave in a couple of hours.

We've both had a few days off work, and it's been nothing but bondage, bondage and more bondage. Sure, we've been to the movies, going for nice dinners and running some errands but really, it was just about taking some time out for ourselves (and bondage).

Take Friday for example – it’s Wednesday now, by the way – when we were supposed to go out for dinner. He had made me put on a cock vibrator under my clothes so that he could have his fun at the dinner table. There were a lot more similar incidents over the next few days and we would always have the most amazing sex before bed, except that I never got to cum.

I had a feeling he was saving me up all those days for tonight, when he’d give me an explosive goodbye.

It’s been going good so far. I haven’t packed yet but when I told him about it earlier, he said that he had it sorted. It was a bit strange, he hates packing by the way, but I suppose he just wanted to keep me bound for a longer period of time before leaving.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

I’m jolted back to the present and I realize that I must have been daydreaming. I couldn’t respond so I just moaned.

“Looks like we’re having fun. Are we ready to cum?”

That was the magic word. If I wasn’t already aware of what a predicament I was in then, those words charged through my body and I started gyrating and moaning really loud, trying to get myself off.

He leans over and kisses my forehead as he unties the rope pulling at my balls. Ah, relief. That hurt more than I thought it would but you rarely feel it until it’s off. I wince in pain and he takes my balls right into his mouth. Immediately, the sensations change – I’m not sure if it hurts because of the pain or because it feels so good!

He then unties my legs from my hands and turn me over, and proceeds to secure my legs to the bed frame.

"It’s not over yet …" I thought to myself.

Then he undid my hands, but quickly pulled them over my head and tied them off to the head of the bed, rendering me bound again and pretty helpless. I was stretched out in the shape of an 'I', my hard cock standing straight up.

This must have really turned him on because he very quickly went for my cock, and boy, did he go at it. I thought I was going to cum there and then. But he knows my body better than that and stopped just as I was about to cum, the bastard.

"Ah ah ah, not so soon …" he said with a laugh.

Frustrated, I trashed about in my bondage until I felt this weird sensation to my cock and shouted through my gag!

"ICE!"

I continued struggling in my bonds, getting out of breathe very quickly as he just kept laughing and rubbing the cubes of ice all over my cock and balls.

Apparently, this was pre-planned because the moment I started getting soft from the cold, my CB3000 was placed on my cock. Suddenly, I wasn't sure what was happening. After all, I had to leave for the airport real soon and this was something he'd usually do much early on, like make me go to work with it on or something.

"Don't worry, I've not locked it yet. I'm giving you the chance to earn your opportunity to cum … but on my terms. I'm going to put the cock vibrator on my cock and put the controls in your hand. You have one minute to get me to shoot. If I do, you get to cum. I've set an alarm."

Ah, the alarm. That was good news for me. There's this game we like to play where we set an alarm and we try to cum at the same moment the alarm goes off. My boyfriend in particular is good at this, the alarm usually triggers his orgasm, like he was some kind of robot.

I hear the vibrator start and then feel him press the controller into my hands. He's moaning so hard that it seems like he was going to cum anytime. I played around with the speed and his moans of approval tell me that I'm doing a good job.

Before I know it, I hear him growl and strings of cum shoot all over my body. Yes, I made it before the alarm!

He grabs the controller from my hand, switches it off and falls beside me – spent.

The alarm goes off and I know I made it! I get even more excited, my cock trying to get hard in the cage. He starts to fondle with it, and I'm moaning in approval as I await him to take it off. I'm going to get to cum for the first time in five days!

Suddenly I hear a click. He's locked it!

"Sorry baby… I set the alarm for a minute and a half instead … opps," he said, laughing. "Seems like I didn't cum within the minute after all. That CB3000 would look great on you for five week."

The Proposal

My first ever work of kinky-erotic fiction. It was originally written on 14th Oct, 2007. Hope you like it!

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It’s hard to imagine that it’s been four years.

I remember that particular night, walking into the club – Hanky Panky – all nervous and scared. I was only 26 years old then, and while I’ve been out and proud as a gay male, and dived hedonistically into the clubbing circuit, going into Hanky Panky was a total different experience.

It was a business trip that I was on, and my colleagues understood that I wasn’t going to hang out with them. I even told them the name of the club but they just assumed that it was a regular gay club.

Never in their lives, I think, would they have imagined that I was walking in there with my tightest jeans on, no undies under. In fact, what I did have under the jeans was my CB3000 with a plastic lock on. On my ankles were cuffs as were they on my wrists except that to the layman, the wrist cuffs looked just like a fashion accessory. I was wearing a plain white T-shirt when entered, but if I took it off, I didn’t have to pay an entrance fee.

I’m not sure if he saw me take my T-shirt off but barely a couple of minutes later, he walked up behind me and grabbed my nipples. Needless to say, I was shocked. It was my first time and already this was happening.

Yet, my cock tried to harden under the cage. It didn’t succeed.

Today, that night is just a memory. Oh, I’ve replayed the events in my head over and over but if you asked me back then if I’d be sitting in his backyard four years later, I’d have laughed at you.

It’s not a cold night but the occasional gust of the wind was cool enough to give me Goosebumps. He was somewhere in the house, probably cleaning up the dishes from dinner. I couldn’t tell, though. He could very well have been sitting right in front of me, admiring what sat before him.

I’ve had a blindfold on, you see, so I wasn’t exactly sure. I couldn’t hear anything either, not with the earphones connected to my iPod playing what I can only imagine to be a very hot porn scene. God bless video capabilities. My legs were tied together with rope, and attached to the back of the chair. My hands instead were cuffed to my collar, which instead, was snugly pulling on the rope attached to my balls from my back. I had my chastity shorts on but the front part was undone, revealing my hard cock.

He had attached a cock vibrator but at that moment, it was not switched on. I had been sitting out there for what I imagined must have been an hour, and he’s only come out three times.

The first time he switched the vibrator on low just to keep me hard. He left and came back a while later and it went straight to max. I’m not sure if it was my body jerking, or the loud moan that escaped my lips, but he just chuckled and left again. The third time, he came by to switch it off … just as I was getting right at the edge. I suppose when you’ve lived with someone for two years, he eventually learns how your body functions.

Naturally, I begged to be allowed to cum. But he just ignored me and left. I had to shut up quick, for fear that the neighbours might hear us over the tall walls. Then again, in retrospect, I suppose it’s not the first time they’d be hearing me.

I have to admit though that at that moment, I felt rather strange. It was not like him to be so detached. He is usually more active but this time he just left me there for most of the time and only come back just to make sure I’m still horny and haven’t yet lost interest in the bonds I’m in.

Come to think of it, he acted really strange since I returned from my trip home the day before. I was only gone for two weeks but like any other trip I take, he makes sure that I’m locked in my CB3000. Usually though, the moment I return, he’d release me and we’d have wild sex.

This time though, he has barely been home. He picked me up from the airport and then left for work, leaving me chastised. When he came home last night, he put me into bondage immediately and had dinner while I was struggling. No conversation.

Even that morning, he untied me long enough for breakfast before bringing me back into the bedroom and tied me up again. I was jetlagged so I slept through most of it, and I didn’t even realise it when he woke me up for dinner. Still he undid the bondage instead of feeding me, as he does sometimes.

But he was quick to get me naked again, and blindfolded before leading me out to the backyard. Still no conversation.

And there I was – bound, horny and wondering.

I couldn’t hear anything so imagine the surprise when I felt his wet tongue on my nipples, and his hands started stroking me real hard. My breathing intensified and I started moaning.

“I’m getting close,” I said. “Stop”. Despite everything, I was enjoying myself.

“You’re talking too much,” he replied. I just moaned.

He untied the rope to from my legs and stands me up. We walked a few steps and I felt him putting on some ankle restraints on me before I hear an unfamiliar click. My wrist are released from behind my back, but then two clicks. My hands are now spread apart above my head, locked. This is new, I thought to myself.

Silence.

Then I felt myself falling forward. “Hey!” I shouted and he replied with a simple, “Shh…” I bit my lip in silence. I trust him, he won’t hurt me. Before I knew it, my body was horizontal, and I was lying on a table of some sort. It took a moment before I realised that if the table is removed, I’d be suspended in mid air.

As if he read my mind, he pushed the table away and suddenly I’m hanging horizontally, naked with my hard cock throbbing in all its glory. I don’t remember ever being this horny!

He took my cock in his mouth and worked it over real good, and I started moaning louder and louder. He played with my nipples, little pinches and then a twist, and suddenly … clamps!

Just as the clamps came on though, he stopped touching my cock, knowing that I would shoot my load if he didn’t. All that came out of me was a loud groan.

He took off the blindfold and for a moment, I kept my eyes closed. I slowly opened it and saw his face – gagged! This was a change. I moan again in approval.

Then my eyes adjust, and I see that he wass standing right by the back walls, away from the house, dressed smartly in a suit. “Fuck, I didn’t think I could get any hornier,” I told him.

Gagged, he doesn’t say anything in return. He just walking towards me and then undoes the O gag and put it on me instead. He then smiled and grabbed at my cock and stroked it real hard three times. I moaned. Then five times. And I moaned louder. I was getting real close.

This whole scene is new to me and I was really getting off on it.

“I’m gonna double the amount of strokes now, and if you cum, this scene is over,” he told me.
I groaned and tried to speak through the gag. “Let me cum! Let me cum!” I mumbled. I was so horny that I was willing to sacrifice the rest of the night.

“Although, I’ve got tomorrow off, and I’ve got a big surprise planned. So trust me, you don’t want to cum,” he responded. Then there was a big smile on his face, and a wink.

Oh fuck, I thought to myself. And it took everything I had not to cum in the 10 strokes that followed. At the 10th stroke, I let out a loud groan and started leaking.

“Good boy, that’s why I love you so much,” he said to me as he kissed me through the gag.

Then he started lowering my legs until they touched the ground and he uncuffed them so I was standing on my own with my hands still high above my head. My cock was throbbing and I was sweating but there was nothing I could do. My chastity shorts was glistening from the precum that dripped all over it.

“I’m going to turn you around now,” he said to me. “And then what happens from then on will depend on you. I will give you a choice.”

I nodded to signal that I understood. We’ve done this before – he gets really intense into a scene and then gives me options to decide where we go from there. It was what made him unique, and he knows that I needed that little bit of control sometimes.

He turned me around in one swift motion, and there in front of me was bright twinkling fairy lights on the house. It was beautiful. I looked down and there was a table with a bottle of champagne, two glasses and a small boxed all wrapped up.

I looked at him and he grinned. He walked towards the table and returned with the gift.

“Seeing as how you’re a little, well, tied up,” he teased me. “I’ll help you open the present, shall I?”

I nodded, all the time wondering what was the occasion – did I forget something? Despite everything, my cock remained hard, perhaps because he was there, all dressed up ready to party and I was restrained to a bar hanging from the tree, naked except for the shorts.

He undid the wrapping carefully to reveal a nice jewellery case. Before he opened it, however, he zipped up the front portion of the shorts and attached the padlock on without actually locking it. Sheepishly, he opened the box to reveal the two most beautiful silver rings I’ve ever seen. Attached to one of the rings, was a small key.

“I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I hope you feel the same too.”
My head started spinning. What was going on, did he just propose to me?

And as always, he read my thoughts exactly.

“Will you marry me?”

I stared at him, speechless.

“Seeing as how you’re gagged, I’m going to undo your left hand now. See this key? It opens that padlock attached to your shorts. If you’re going to say yes, you lock it yourself and only I ever get to undo the lock,” he told me before taking a deep breath, continuing,

“And if you say no, then you’re free to do whatever you want – jerk off, undo yourself, whatever – I know this is sudden and if you need more time to think about it, I won’t be offended. I will still love you all the same and nothing changes.”

He looked worried, more than I have ever seen. And the smile was gone and he hesitated before undoing my hand. I was still speechless and looked at him, my hand dropping to my side.

After a few moments, my hands moved towards my crotch and I started rubbing it through the shorts. He stopped breathing as I did that. Not surprisingly, I realised I was still hard. Then, without thinking, I brought my hands higher and fiddled with the lock.

It was a shiny, polished silver lock. I looked at it, and it had the word “Yes” on it. Still holding on to it, I looked at up at him and looked straight into his eyes.

Click.