2: Believer
Brett: 1hr
me: kk
One Month Later
"What a fuckin' mess."
Listen, I'm not exactly proud of how we met. I mean, I should probably be in fuckin' jail for what I did. Instead Brett says "want to do it again some time?" Swear to God!
Thing is, though, I wasn't lying when I said I'm not gay. Don't get me wrong, Brett isn't a bad looking lad. Bit too pretty, maybe. Probably uses, like, moisturiser and shit. But I just don't swing that way. But he says there's no hard feelings, and he says could I maybe do him a favour?
He gave me these two keys - one's to his front door, and the other's for this box that has all the keys for his handcuffs and padlocks and that. Said he didn't like how easy it was for him to escape. Careful what you wish for, right? So now, before he ties himself up, he messages me with how long until he wants to get let out.
Sometimes I leave him a bit longer. I've got my own shit going on, you know?
And now I find him lying on his bed, with his arms and legs spread out like a starfish. He's handcuffed, vibrator's still buzzin' away on his soft cock, and he's fully drenched in his own jizz. I rip the duct tape off his mouth, and he gives me this grin like he's pleased with his self or something, and he's like "what took you so long?" I tell him to fuck off, stick the tape back on his mouth, and pretend like I'm gonna just leave him there.
That gets him beggin' (heh).
After I've undone his cuffs, I decide to stop by the pub; I mean, I was already heading that way. I don't see my mates there as much as I used to. It is what it is. Another one just had a baby. I'm genuinely happy for him.
Bit later, Brett shows up (after he's cleaned himself up). He gets himself a diet coke, and we talk about some shit - act like I didn't just see his cock and balls and all that. And, tell you what, that lad can't half talk! He's always nattering on about so-and-so at work, or some nerd shit. Can't get a second with my own thoughts. He tells me about these Japanese cartoons he likes; told me about this football one - fuckin' mental! Ended up watching the whole lot.
Then after last call, we walk home together.
"You really need to get yourself some curtains, mate."
"Heh, I keep meaning to, but…"
I mean, not 'together' like that.
"Don't make me drag you round fuckin' Ikea."
"Ha. Yeah, that'd, um…"
We're just both going the same way, right?
"Alright. Night, mate."
"Good night… Darren. Umm… message me when you're home safe!"
I give him the middle finger; don't even look back. I don't know why he keeps coming down the pub, to be honest. He doesn't even drink!
Guess he must be lonely.
Before
It was Carl that told me about this site. That's what's fucked up about it. Now Carl's married to this bird who's way too good for him, and I'm playing make believe with my cock in my hand.
Candice is an American. Platinum blonde, pink bikini, massive tits (probably fake). She can't see me, but I type what I want her to do. Me and the other lads watching the stream, typing in the chat, giving tips.
*ting-a-ling* I give her £5 and tell her to handcuff her hands behind her back, and she's all "sure thing big boy". She puts on these flimsy, fluffy cuffs, and she's rolling around, going "ooh, yeah, punish me daddy." *ting-a-ling* this other guy drops $25, now her feet are front and center, and the cuffs are an afterthought. Not ideal.
That's how they get you.
Nadja sounds Russian, or something like that. She got this bright blue hair, and she's wearing this black, lacey bodysuit with fishnet stockings. When I join the chat, she's already hogtied on the bed. It's just me and her this time.
You come home to find your girlfriend in bondage (POV)
She's wearing these fabric and velcro wrist and ankle cuffs, all joined together with this fabric cross thing, with metal clips on each end. I can see a magic wand poking out between her legs. When I join the chat, she looks at me and says something like "honey, you're home early". Hard to tell with the silk scarf around her mouth.
"Now then," I say, "looks like you've been having some fun while I've been away."
This bloke in a black tracksuit and balaclava wanders on screen. I can see a bulge in his trackie bottoms. He unties the scarf, and pulls a pair of panties out of Nadja's mouth, and she goes "please, Darren, I'm so horny from the vibrator. I want to suck your big cock so bad."
"If you insist."
I whip out my cock, and tracksuit guy does the same. He strokes his cock 'til he's hard, and I do the same. He picks up the camera, and he's pointing it down at his cock as he pushes it into Nadja's mouth.
Nadja sucks your cock while hogtied (POV)
She wraps her plump red lips around my cock. She looks gorgeous with my cock in her mouth. "Yeah," I say, "that's good. How do you like my cock?" She says something like "I love your big cock, Darren." Hard to tell with her mouth full. She looks up at me, looks me in the eye, and she has this look like she's begging. Fuck me, it's hot.
I put my hand on her head, make her go faster, make her go deeper. Nadja's a fuckin' pro at suckin' cock. She takes me in all the way and she doesn't even blink. Then the vibrator catches her, and she gets all distracted in this way that's so fuckin' precious.
"Fuck, I want to cum on your face."
I pull my cock out of her mouth and she goes "oh yes, please cum on my face, Darren."
You cover Nadja's face with your cum (POV)
Tracksuit guy turns off the magic wand, unclips her cuffs, puts down the camera, and leaves. I give Nadja an extra tip for a job well done. She sits up, and smiles with cum still dripping down her face. But her eyes aren't looking at me, they're looking at her laptop screen.
"Please rate 5 stars!" [CHAT ENDED]
Katie's a local girl. I mean, not down the road local, she's probably in fuckin' London, somewhere posh. But she sounds like home. She's got this light brown hair, wavey and down to her shoulders, and she's right pretty. Proper girl next door type. While she's setting up, we make small talk about this amusement park we both used to go to as kids, and joke about how we might have even met back then.
Listen, I'm not a fuckin' idiot. I know it's not real. But what's the harm in pretending for a bit?
She takes off her robe, and she's wearing this pink rope shibari thing, that squeezes and pushes up her perky little tits. Takes my fuckin' breath away.
"So… what would you like to do to me, Darren?"
She showed me all her toys while she was setting up. I tell her I want her to put on the nipple clamps. She gasps, then makes this fuckin' adorable pouty face, and all I can think is this bird is going to bankrupt me. She pulls at her nipples to make them stand up, then slowly squeezes the rubber tips onto her nipples, wincing as they bite down. The clamps are joined together with this metal chain, and she does this sulky "you're so cruel, Darren" as she playfully tugs at it.
I tell her I want to handcuff her. I tell her I want to fuck her in handcuffs. She sticks this dildo to a table, and angles the camera just right. She puts the handcuffs on slow, makes a real show of it, like she's scared and hesitating. She carefully climbs up onto the table, and gets on her knees.
Katie rides your cock in bondage (POV)
She holds my cock with both hands, eases herself down onto it. She starts slow, resting her hands on my stomach, and wiggling her hips. The nipple clamps jingle and dance.
"Do you like having my cock inside you?"
"Mmm, it feels so good, Darren. You're so big."
She picks up the pace, starts bouncing. I tell her to pull on the nipple clamp chain. She pants as her nipples are stretched, and the clamps are slowly dragged along… then lets out a little scream when one of the clamps pops off. She looks me in the eye and pouts as she rubs her sore nipple. I give her this evil smile, and I tell her to pull off the other one.
She licks her fingers, and moves her hands between her legs, starts rubbing her pussy. Her arms squeeze her tits together.
"If you want to cum," I say, "you've got to ask permission first. You've got to beg."
"Yes, Darren."
She slows her hips, and she closes her eyes and throws her head back. She's moaning, and she says "ooh, please let me cum, Darren, I want to cum so bad."
"Not yet."
She stops rubbing herself, moves her hands to squeeze her tits. She pinches her nipples. Her mouth hangs open, and she's purring like a kitten. She's bouncing hard on my dick, and she says again, "please, Darren, I can't take much more."
"Not yet."
She drops her head, and looks me dead in the eyes. She looks desperate, pleading, like it's actual fuckin' torture. She bites her lip, and she begs, "please…"
You fill Katie with your cum (POV)
She lets out this loud orgasmic scream, and we both cum at the same time. She collapses down onto my dick, sweating and breathless. Her face is red, and she looks at me and she says "you were amazing, Darren. That was the best sex I've ever had."
I give her a massive tip, everything I won on the fruit machines. She's worth every fuckin' penny. She leans in close and she whispers "thank you, Darren."
Katie kisses you on the cheek (POV) [4K]
It's not hard to see why Katie's so popular. It's not exactly surprising when her prices go up. That's how they get you… until there's nothing left to get. What you might call a 'come to Jesus' moment, that.
Couple of weeks later, I'm down the pub, catching up with my mates, and I tell Carl about what happened, and how it's all his fault. He has a right old chuckle about that, and goes around telling anyone who'll listen. I nearly decked him.
"Easy, mate," he says, "listen, our Gemma was saying she's got this friend, right? Wants to settle down, have a couple of kids and all that. But it's fuckin' grim out there, she says, can't find a decent bloke, not for love or money. So I says to her, 'well, what about our Darren? He's at least half decent'."
I give him the side-eye.
"Anyway, I gave her your number. So when she calls, you're gonna pick the fuck up, yeah? 'Less you want to be a sad wanker the rest of your life."
Your best mate sets you up with your future wife (POV)
Doesn't sound that bad, to be fair. Me and Carl have been mates since we were in school. He can be a bit of a cunt, but he wouldn't fuck me about with something like this.
"Yeah, alright."
"Oh, and make sure your passport's up to date," he says, "we're gonna do Amsterdam for your stag-do, yeah? Yeah? Ah, you'll love it."
We get well pissed, talking about Amsterdam, and Carl being best man at my wedding, and our kids being best mates like us, and shit like that. Then after last call I walk myself home. I pass by the house with no curtains, and I notice a light on inside.
You see a woman in bondage… She wants you to come inside.
Now
"You like getting fucked in the arse, don't you, you little whore."
Brett likes it when I wind him up. "Look how fuckin' hard it's making you!" I like that embarrassed look he gets. I like making him squirm.
When I come in, he's on all fours, arse to the door. His wrists and ankles are cuffed to these spreader bars, about a foot and a half wide. He's got this rubber bar gag in his mouth, with a little padlock on the buckle. And there's a chain coming off his collar, padlocked around the leg of the settee, pulling his head down.
Oh, and he's wearing that pink wig, and this, like, Japanese school girl sailor dress. On the floor next to him is a bottle of lube. He's so obvious…
"What d'you expect me to do with this, then?"
The bottle of lube looks brand new. Reckon it's probably his first time. It's not mine. I mean, I hadn't done it with a bloke - but, end of the day, a hole's a hole, right? And I gotta say, he is getting me a bit hard, not gonna lie. He tries to turn his head, and he's looking at me all innocent and he just says "please…" Can't even bring himself to say the rest of the words.
"Yeah, I know what you're after," I say. "And what, is my spit not good enough for you, princess?" He lets out this scared little moan, all like 'oh no, please don't put your big cock in my tight little virgin arsehole without lube'.
Too fuckin' easy.
I always keep a rubber in my wallet. I mean, you never know, right? And it's not like he's gonna know the difference. But I don't use too much of the lube. Don't want him thinking I'm being soft on him.
I knee between his legs, resting my weight on the bar between his ankles. Between that and the chain, he ain't going anywhere. "Right, mate, deep breath." I push into him and, fuck, he's tight. I hold onto his skinny waist, and I start going at him, and it feels fuckin' incredible.
"How does that feel? How do you like my cock?"
He goes all shy, and mutters something like 'I love it, Darren.' I like hearing him say my name, especially when he's begging. Guess that's why I'm feeling generous. I reach a hand under him and grab his cock. "Bet you like getting wanked off while you're being fucked, don't you, you greedy slut?"
I hold onto his shoulder for balance, and I can feel him trying to move his hips to fuck my hand. And he's making these proper dirty noises, like a bitch in heat.
"Listen to ya! You're fuckin' loving it. You're such a-- Gah!" The little fucker cums all over my hand. It's just pouring out of him. "Who told you you could fuckin' cum?" I wipe my hand on his dress, and the cheeky bastard starts giggling.
He's gonna regret that…
To be fair, though, the way his orgasm is squeezing me feels pretty nice. And I'm not that far off myself. Fuck, he feels good. Punishment can wait. I pick up the pace, and he's moaning again, like 'No, please, it's too much.' He loves it, really.
"What, you thought I was gonna stop, just cause you've had your fun? Nah, mate, I'm not done with you yet." We have a safe word. "No use beggin'." He doesn't use it.
Doesn't take me much longer to cum. And when I say cum, I mean I fuckin' EXPLODE inside him. I nearly knock the poor bugger to the ground. He probably isn't gonna be able to sit for a week. I can feel him shaking. Shit, I mean, I'm trembling too. Takes me a minute to catch my breath. "Not bad, mate." I give him a pat on the back, "not fuckin' bad".
I pull out of him slow. "How does it feel to have another man's cum inside you? Not a pure little virgin anymore, eh?" I mean, I came inside the rubber, if we're being technical. But he doesn't need to know that.
I tell him to sit tight, and I wander upstairs. Gives me an opportunity to get rid of the rubber for one. He showed me where he keeps all his pervy toys. Time for those consequences, I reckon.
I come back and I grab his soft dick, and I say "time for you to learn some fuckin' manners." I pull the chastity cage onto him, and when he realises, he starts rattling his chains, and pleading, and I'm like "sorry, mate, can't understand you."
Heh. He's not laughing now.
I undo all his other locks, and I leave him to it. Clean up isn't my problem. Not like I'm gonna hang around for a cuddle.
Later
Sally's gorgeous. I love the way she laughs, proper dirty. Her tits are amazing. And she's actually fuckin' real! Not some girl on a website, but actual flesh and blood, in my bed. Definitely owe Carl a pint.
Crazy thing is, first time I meet her I says, "how do you feel about being tied up?" And maybe I was trying to scare her off a bit with that. But her face proper lit up, swear to God. Like, I think I can see myself actually marrying this bird.
Brett: you up? ;)
I haven't told her about Brett.
me: omw
She wouldn't get it.