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.