Random Photo w/story: Here's the story: “Have you ever bee..

Random Photo w/story: Here's the story: “Have you ever been tied up?” He sidled up to me at the bar as I was downing my first scotch and soda of the night. I was in Des Moines of all places, on tour, and there wasn’t much to do after the show but go out, have a drink or two, and hope for a hookup. It was a Wednesday, so the bar wasn’t busy, although the drag queen with the mustache who didn’t actually know the words to the song she was lip synching to seemed to have a modest following, cheering her on as her mascara ran in the heat. It was about as non-descript an establishment as you could get, not quite a leather bar but aspiring to be more than just a small town watering hole. I was just glad it was there, because I needed to drink, and my mind was wandering so much that I didn’t hear him over the din. “You look like you’d enjoy that.” I turned to him and said, “Excuse me? I’d enjoy…?” “Getting tied up.” No smile, no indication that he was at all kidding. Here was a man on a mission. “Um. I don’t know that I’d enjoy that. Maybe if I knew the guy pretty well.” “I’m not like a crazy or anything. I would love to tie you up.” “Ok, I’ll just take you at your word that I won’t end up in diced up chunks at two in the morning. How would this work if I say, yeah, tie me up?” “Well, you’ll come home with me, strip down to a pair of shorts, put on a mask, and I would tie you up so that you couldn’t escape, and I would pose you in different positions and photograph you. Probably put a ball toy in your mouth, and then click away. Just get a bunch of photos of you for my collection.” “And then what happens?” “That’s it. I untie you, you get dressed, we shake hands, and I drive you wherever you need to go.” “No sex?” “No, actually, that’s not my interest. But full disclosure, when you leave, I will most likely rub a few out to your photos and then add them to my files. I’ve photographed a lot of guys and I have a huge collection. It’s just for me. No one else.” “And I’m supposed to believe that?” “You think I want the world to know that I get off to guys in ropes? I work in a bank. Those photos aren’t going anywhere.” “Where do you live?” “I’m about five minutes away. Look, I get it if you’re a little wary, but ask any of the bartenders here if I’m legit. Hell, I’ve tied them all up at some point. And feel free to ask Lotta Nerve up there if I’m a safe bet.” “Lotta Nerve? Oh, her.” I pointed up to the stage. “Oh yeah. I’ve tied her up a buncha times. We get quite creative.” I stared at him, trying to find some insanity in his eyes…and I could not. I was feeling kind of adventurous, and honestly, things have been so stressful that I liked the idea of giving in totally and letting myself be subordinate to someone else. I actually hoped to find someone to fuck me, but as the pickin’s were slim, I thought this might be diverting. “I’m in.” “Great. Let’s go.” He started on his way and I followed him. As I passed the bar, one of the bartenders waved at me and nodded his head as if to say “He’s cool.” I smiled and waved, just another member of the fraternity. We got in his well worn Subaru, which happened to be spotless inside, so I took that as a good sign that I was going to be fine, but my heart was still pounding with anticipation. Unknown territory with a mystery host. We arrived at his home, just a regular one story, one car garage, well landscaped abode. He parked in the driveway, we got out, up the sidewalk to the front door, door opened, walked inside…and it was as usual a living room as usual could be. No weird stuff; I don’t know what I was expecting, no roman crosses or BDSM setups. Hmm. Maybe that stuff was downstairs. “Come on back to my bedroom. That has the best light.” I followed him back and it was a tidy, bed-made, organized, clean primary bedroom, very beige, with an en suite bathroom. “Can I use your bathroom?” “Sure. I’m going to set up.” As I did my business, I looked in the mirror in front of me. In my harness and arm band (on the right…I had come out hoping to get fucked), I thought I was way overdressed for this environment, at least in terms of gear. A tank top and jeans would have been more appropriate. My understanding was that he was going to choose what I wore anyway. Curiouser and curiouser… I reentered the bedroom and he had his camera in his hand. This was before digital cameras…it was the real thing, a Nikon with a lens as long as my hard cock. This guy wasn’t fooling around. “Ok, so there are some shorts there and a mask. Would you put them on for me?” “Sure.” I stripped off my gear, my jeans, my boots, until I was down to my cockring. I put the shorts on as my dick began to get chubbed up. “And the mask?” I put that on as well, and saw myself in the mirror. Gay Zorro vibes. Hmm. I couldn’t tell if I looked hot or silly. “Nice. Ok. Ropes.” He tied me up. “Ball toy?” “Um. Sure. If you’d like.” “I’d like.” “Ok.” He inserted the pink rubber ball in my mouth and tied it behind my head, testing the tightness to see if I was comfortable. When I acknowledged I was, he grabbed his camera and moved me toward the bed. “I’m going to lay you down for the first shots. Feel free to move as if you’re trying to escape, and I’ll shoot pics. Here we go.” I did as he asked and I could feel my dick begin to harden under the spandex shorts. This was kind of turning me on. As an actor, I took to the roleplay of captive, imagining I was being primed to get used by a bunch of leather guys in an arena for the pleasure of the King. He interrupted my reverie. “So good. Now let’s get you standing up and I want to shoot you from every angle.” I noticed a tenting in his khakis, so I figured I was giving him what he wanted. He stood me up carefully and I gave a submissive aura as he went around me, clicking away at every angle. My dick was beginning to throb. This was a whole different kind of attention I’d never had, and I liked it. “Ok. That’s it!” He put the camera on the bed and began to untie me. It was all pretty quick and painless, and he was nothing but a perfect gentleman. I took off the mask and the red shorts, and my cock sprang out at full attention. He didn’t notice as he went about taking down the lights and getting the room back in order. I was going to ask if he wanted to suck me off, but I didn’t want to break the “contract” we had established. I got dressed and asked if he’d take me back to the bar, which he was more than happy to do. I gave him my address and he told me he’d send a CD with the shots on it…this was BD…Before Digital. When he dropped me off at the bar, we shook hands and he thanked me. Knowing he was going to go home and jerk off to the photos was kind of a turn on, so when I got back inside, I knew I had to find some touch. There were still a few guys hanging out, but it was the bartender who waved at me on the way out who gestured me over and poured me a scotch and soda without me even asking. “How’d it go?” “Great actually. Curious to see the photos.” “Oh, there’s nothing arty about them. They’re just for his JO pleasure, but it’s fun to get tied up.” “Yeah, it really was. More than fun actually.” I gestured down to the bulge in my jeans. “The balls are getting blue.” “Oh, I’ll take care of that. Gil…take over.” The other bartender winked as the bartender took me into a backroom, shut the door, got on his knees, unzipped my pants, pulled out my raging cock, and sucked me off like a pro. Instinctively, I put my hands behind my back as if I was still roped up, and it made the BJ even more intense. I came buckets, and he gagged as my jizz flooded his mouth and smacked his lips when the faucet went dry. He stood up as my cock began to de-chub and patted me on the shoulder. “Thanks! Tasty!” “No…um. Thank you!” I followed him back out to the bar, downed that scotch and soda, waved goodbye, and made my way back to my hotel. This had been a very weird evening. But I rubbed one more out before bed remembering how good it felt to give in to total submission. I needed to pursue this…and I did…a lot. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.