Peril, Bondage, Brad, Rope, Blow Job
DAVID 335
When the drug wore off, he was just mad. Well, not just mad. Furious. He didn't even try to struggle out of the ropes. He just moved his arms and legs to see if he could slide them out from under the mattress. I sat on the floor with my back against the door for the whole ten minutes it took for him wake up. I needed a rest! That fucker was heavy! Or maybe I should say that fuckee was heavy. When I finally got his clothes off and got him over my shoulder, I was huffing and puffing. I wanted to think that I was doing the most macho fireman carry the world had ever seen, but I was sinking lower and lower under the weight of him. He was so damn heavy that I almost lost my balance coming down the basement steps and I bashed my elbow against a pipe. Damn, that hurt!
"BRAD!"
Oh, this was gonna be good.
"Brad! Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Just going ahead with our little bet, baby."
"Fuck you! Untie me!"
"I knew it. I knew it. Always gotta have your way."
"Brad!"
"Like if I was about to make you cum, then you'd hear your mama calling you or something and that would be the end of it. No, no, no."
"Untie me!"
"Make me."
"You untie me right now you son of a bitch or I'll--"
"Or you'll do what?"
"Brad, I am serious!"
"You're in serious deep shit, that's what you are Davey. You shouldn't go around making bets that you don't intend to honor. It's not good manners."
"Fuck your good manners! I didn't say you could tie me up!"
"You said--"
"Or drug me! What the hell are you thinking?"
"You said that I couldn't make you cum, and you said it with a shitty little grin on that handsome face. Which makes it even more irritating by the way."
"Untie me Brad."
And then he started to struggle. And oh what a sight that was to see; those biceps and pecs bulging like crazy, those bone crushing thighs held still by the ropes around his ankles. The grimace on his face. The way his huge, meaty cock draped over one hip. Man but that thing was big. I stood up, went over to the mattress, and knelt between his spread legs. I took his cock in one hand and moved my open hand up and down gently, as though I was trying to determine its weight.
"Get your fuckin' hands off me."
I wasn't in the mood for being nice anymore. I shoved my other hand under his buttocks and pushed.
He gasped, and in shock, raised his hips an inch, which was just what I wanted him to do. I leaned forward until my hand was trapped under that perfect bubble butt, and then my middle finger went exploring.
"NO!"
I kept exploring.
"NO! Brad, no!"
That was the end of his fucking cockiness. There was fear in his eyes now. The silky skin of his perfect rump turned to iron and he flexed his glutes, trying to shut me out, but all he did was grip my finger. The truth of the matter was that I couldn't find his little hole that he guarded so fiercely. But I knew I was near. I moved my finger back and forth real slow, and I watched his eyes. Slowly the grim look of determination faded and was replaced by worry, then fear, then panic, then his whole body went rigid, and then he stifled a little gasp.
"Right there?" I asked. And I wiggled my finger. Aha.
"NO!"
"See that's the bad thing about you, Davey. When the stars aligned to make the ultimate fuck machine...that would be you...I guess they decided that the ultimate fucker would get all the pleasure he could out of bangin' someone. So with all that extra muscle, you also got all those extra nerve endings. I bet I could touch your left elbow and make you cum."
"No!"
"See...that's why you're so mad. Cuz you know that I know. Cuz just a gentle massage makes you drunk and hard, don't it? Cuz a kitten licking that back of your neck would make you fall...on the floor on all fours blasting out jet after jet of cum, with your whole body shaking so bad your voice would be caught in that big, hairy chest, wouldn't it.?"
He shook his head. Now he was scared.
"And you're scared because you know that I know all those secret places...those secret places that just make you climb the walls, but this time you can't push me away, or tell me that the game's over."
"Brad...no!"
"Well we never did say what each of us got if we won the bet, or how long I could have to empty these bull-sized nuts of yours. But here's what I suggest. If I can't make you cum in an hour...you win, and I'll untie you. And I will forever after declare you the most godlike fucker the world has ever seen. I'll drool over you in public. I'll tell people I wish so bad I looked like you. I'll pick up your weights. I'll wipe your sweat. I'll run your bath and massage your feet. I'll clean your house and I'll wear a little maid's uniform while I'm doing it." It was at that point that, even though it was all a dream, I felt a twinge of fear, because I thought, what if I lose? "And if I make you cum within that next hour, you see that big hook and pulley up there? I'm gonna lock a spreader bar on your ankles and attach the hook to it. And then I'm gonna hoist your legs up in the air, and oh Davey I'm gonna fuck you so long and so hard and so bad and so good--"
"NO! Brad, please!"
"Oh yes."
Half an hour later, every nerve in his body was on fire. All I had to do was stroke his arms or his thighs or his hips, and he'd moan loud and long. I'd drag my fingernails across his nuts and he'd freak. I'd tickle the back of his balls and he'd sob and try to get away. But I spent most of my time worshiping that huge, horse cock. He'd also been blessed with the ability to get iron hard in about half a minute. Oh that thing was a sight to see. You could hold it with two hands and still have room for another hand. You couldn't get your fingers all the way around it. The veins stood out, and if you held it firmly and kept real still, you could feel his pulse. It had a definite arch to it and it pulled up hard. It leaked a lot of sweet, crystal clear cock drool which I lapped up. Sounds funny to say, but it was a thing of beauty...huge, perfectly proportioned, and just the sight of it was enough to make you want to fall to your knees. The head swelled and turned purple, and just the tiniest lick on the underside made him whimper, and his piss slit would twitch as though he was gonna shoot his load.
It took me a few minutes to open up my throat. I have a pretty normal gag reflex, but for some reason, it disappeared when I serviced Dave's mighty fuck pole. I think he thought I was gonna give him a plain ol' blow job when his sensitive cock head hit the back of my throat. But I just held it there, pushing very gently with my head. And when I started to open up, he tensed up and his voice got high and panicky.
"Oh god! No!"
Well, his voice got high...for Dave. Just listening to him talk was enough to make me hard. He was some cosmic joke...perfect everything. And whoever the jokester was didn't scrimp on his voice either. It was a deep, rich, low growl. And it just sounded so good to hear that baritone voice pleading with me, or moaning as I bent my head low and let his cock head slide down my throat. I just held it there for as long as I could, and then I eased it out and took a deep breath. I sucked on it, lashing it with my tongue until I could feel his nuts pull up, and then I'd bathe the outside with my tongue with all the spit I'd worked up. I was wet and sloppy with it, and oh so gentle. Cuz, you see, that's what drove him insane. You'd think a twelve inch battering ram like that would take a while to blast, but like I said, Dave was a giant nerve ending, a cocked gun just waiting to go off at the slightest touch. I could press my tongue against the underside of his cock head and just hold it there, and in a few seconds, he'd start squirming and kicking and breathing faster and faster. I seriously think that if you held your tongue there long enough, that would be enough to make him explode.
There were other places that made him go berserk too. When I got tired of kneeling, I'd lay on top of him so that my face was buried between those hairy pecs. And I think he knew what was coming. As soon as my head left his chest and he felt me leaning to one side, his whole body would get stiff and he'd hold his breath. And then I'd let my open mouth linger over his nipple, until he felt my hot breath.
"No! Oh god, no!"
And then I'd touch the tip of my tongue to the tip of his nipple. He would stay absolutely still, desperate to prevent any friction, all the while whining and whimpering. And then I'd flick my tongue and he would just about jump out of his skin. You didn't even have to do anything really. All you had to do was move your tongue or your fingertip over his nipples and he would break down into sobbing fits of ecstasy. He was a pig for that kind of stuff. He'd arch his back and offer his chest up to you, while at the same time he begged you to stop. I liked it when he panicked, when there was a certain tone to his moans and whimpers. They'd get louder. They'd get higher. He'd try to pull his body away, as though he wanted to do down through the mattress. I really think he could cum with just the right kind of nipple play, and I think that the desperate struggling was a sign that he was losing control, that his cock was gonna go off any second. Most guys, when you play with their nipples, they get kind of used to it after a few minutes, maybe even less than a minute. Not Dave. He'd pull his chest in when he got close to cumming, and the look in his eyes was just priceless. It was that loss of control, his inability to control his cock, coupled with the knowledge that you knew a secret spot that would bring him to his knees...a place to rub, or kiss, or tickle.
I sat up, straddling his hips, his throbbing sex meat nestled between my butt cheeks. Then I bent over and put my hand over his mouth, pushing down while I supported myself with my other hand. I bent my head, and held his nipple gently between my teeth. He went absolutely, positively ballistic...kicking screaming, fingers stretched out, pulling so hard on the ropes that they creaked. He lifted his hips off the mattress, with me along for the ride! And then I heard something rip, and next think I knew, his left leg was free. The fucker broke the ropes. I couldn't believe it. I watched his leg kick for a few seconds. He didn't know what to do. And then he had the presence of mind to try and kick me off of him. So with pressure so slight that it wouldn't hurt a ladybug, I jerked my head back just a hair and pulled at his nipple.
That stopped the kicking. I could hear his muffled screams and I could barely make out what he was trying to say. Just to see if I'd numbed his nipple with my tiny love bite, I licked it softly. He nearly threw me off of him. Like a buckin' bronco.
I was going to switch hands and work on the other nipple, but I thought that the element of surprise would be even sweeter, so I scooted back down, grabbed that hot, wet, throbbing club and stuffed the head in my mouth. I gave him the slowest blow job the world has ever seen, and when my lips would wrap themselves around the top of his shaft, I'd suck and let my mouth get real, real juicy, and then I'd withdraw my hands, hold his cock with my lips for a second, and then pull back. His cock would slap his belly with a wet, meaty, thwack! I did that over and over again. The suspense would make him tense up, except for that free leg. That kept jerking and pushing against the mattress. Instinctively, he tried to push himself away from me. Once in a while, he'd try to bring it up and kick me off, but I learned quickly to stay low. He brought his foot down on my back...hard...over and over again...and without missing a beat I wrapped my thumb and forefinger above his nuts, and I pulled. The kicking stopped...real fast!. That tree trunk leg hit the mattress with a thud, and from then on all he'd do was kick and flail. Once in a while, he would bring his foot up to the level of my head and hold it there, as though taking aim, but then he'd let it drop. He tried to twist to get his leg over me, but his arms were stretched too tightly to allow him to turn his body.
I sucked on the head of his cock, and I leaned forward again, gagging him with one hand while my other hand stroked his nipple with a feathery touch. I let up on the pressure so that he could raise his head and see me.
"Hey," I said. "You want me to stop?" I released my hand.
"YES! Oh Brad!" he sobbed. "Brad! Please no more!"
"You are one stroke away from cumming, aren't you?"
He sobbed and nodded his head.
I smiled. "Well...no need to really make you cum. I know I could've done it. You know I could've done it. But I tell you what. I have always wanted to kiss that handsome face of yours, especially when you're tied down. Gimme a kiss, a real honest to goodness sexy kiss and I'll let you go."
"No!"
"Okay, here we--"
"Okay! Okay!"
I laughed. "No biting! You bite and I'll make you cum so hard your brain will short circuit. Okay?"
Trying to catch his breath, he nodded.
I dove down on him, clutching his head in both hands, tilting my head until our mouths met. I probed with my tongue. His mouth opened. I held his head still and my tongue went wild inside him. His moans of shock melted into moans of ecstasy. The fucker loved it! And the fact that I was kissing that handsome, masculine face, made me uncontrollably horny. I started bucking my hips, rubbing my cock against his, He struggled to break free. I fucked those washboard abs with abandon. There are few things finer than rubbing your slippery cock over a set of hairy, outrageously muscled abs. His throbbing sex meat was trapped against my rocking hips. His moans grew shorter, higher...his body got stiffer. I realized that I was jacking him off. He was so close, any friction would set him off.
I released my grip. I sat up. He gasped. I moved back. With both hands, I grabbed his twitching muscle pole, slobbered all over it, bathing it in saliva and precum, and then I wrapped one fist around it, just below the head, and started to jack.
"NO! NO!"
"You're gonna cum."
"NO!"
With my other hand, I dragged my fingernails behind his balls. His nuts pulled up.
"NO!"
I jacked faster...tiny strokes, constant strokes.
"NO!"
I slid my hand up, to rub underneath the head of his cock. He took in a huge breath, held it, squeezed his eyes shut, and froze.
"Yeah!"
And then the fucker came and came and came. His whole body locked up, and his groin muscles clenched over and over again. Thick jets of cum pulsed out under high pressure, drenching his hairy chest and his face, and in his gasping, he even took a wet blast to his teeth. I wanted to keep jacking him, but feeling that horse cock go off in my hands was too good to miss. You could just feel everything between his legs slamming it out. I waited patiently. He came long and hard. And when his body went limp and his gasps turned to sobs, I stood up and pulled down the pulley.
Finally.
Finally, his butt was mine. What a sight he was. Wet with sweat and cum. Muscles constantly tensed, pulling against the ropes.
And then suddenly, I felt warm. And then suddenly I felt disoriented. Not dizzy. Just......sideways. The room went dark. I felt pressure against the side of my face. I was aware of my eyes being squeezed shut, even though I wanted to open them as wide as I could in the darkness.
Oh no.
I felt the sheets.
I felt the warmth of the blankets.
I felt my pillow.
I heard the quietness.
I felt my bedroom around me.
I felt only a twinge of anger. That's ok, I told myself. That's ok. Because I know that I'll dream again. And it'll all be just practice for the real thing.
2007