[I posted this story several years ago in the section entitled "New Bondage Stories," which I'm getting rid of, having decided to put all bondage stories into a single category. I'm still in touch with this contributor, incidentally, a young American studying in England. BW]
ENGLAND. I had agreed to spend a few hours on Saturday afternoon with Dave, an older guy who loves tying up younger ones like me. I am 23.I am very smooth, slim, 5'7” when I stretch, and geeky looking. Dave must be 45 and is well built. We'd gotten together four times before, and I'd loved it as much as Dave had. He'd cook a great meal better than anything I got in the dorms—and would make sure I drank plenty of wine. I'd never quite pass out, but I did wind up feeling woozy, and Dave had little trouble undressing me, leading me to his big oak bed, and tying me spread-eagled and face up with strips of leather.
Once I was tied up, I was not allowed to budge till the session was over. Dave would take his time stripping, putting on a leather thong, and then proceed to work me over sexually. We'd agreed from the start that pain was absolutely out. No smacking, no whipping, and no pins or needles. I don't like pain. What I do like is being kept hard but not allowed to cum. I could go for hours being brought close to the edge but then kept from release. Dave was great at that. He had ten different ways of keeping me near cumming—but then stopping. Sometimes he'd just let go of my cock and walk away. Sometimes he'd put on a cock ring. Sometimes he'd apply ice. He had a thing for thick rubber bands.
As much as I loved being kept from cumming, eventually I'd get frustrated and want to be brought off. Then we'd negotiate. Obviously, he could do what he wanted to me, but he liked negotiating. I'll bring you off if you allow me to do this, he'd say. Initially, his requests were tame. I'll bring you off if you let me cum over your chest. Or if you let me smear something sticky all over you. Or if you let me pee over you. In later sessions he'd agree to jack me off if I allowed him to insert a dildo up my ass. Then if I allowed him to fuck me.
Since I craved getting a dildo and his dick up my ass, I didn't object. He always proceeded very slowly and made sure that I was OK.
He himself got off on the fantasy that I was his prisoner and that he was raping me, but it was always consensual. After he came, he'd caress me and clean me up.
The last time we met—a few weeks ago—he sprang on me a request I'd never expected: that I let him shave my cock and balls. Previously, he'd clipped a few hairs to add to his trophy collection, but this time he wanted to shave my private parts altogether. I'd never shaved my cock or balls since hair started growing there. I was—am—a member of our dorm's swim team, and I'd have had to face my teammates in the showers. Because I am only on the dorm team, we don't do things like shaving down. I have no hair on my chest or stomach, and very little on my underarms. But for some reason I have a good amount on my balls.
Dave kept telling me that I'd look better with the hair removed. My cock would look longer, and I'd feel his hand even more when he brought me off. I told him no.
Our deal was that Dave would do nothing without my consent. But I didn't count on Dave's stubbornness. He would not release me until I consented. Instead of being kept tied up for a few hours, he kept me tied up into the night. He came to bed and slept next to me, almost atop me. I was stuck on my back. I tried to sleep myself but could not. I had stayed hard and was getting harder. I tried to get loose but could not. He then positioned himself across me so that I could not even squirm. My cock was so damn hard.
Finally, I gave up and consented.He'd been only half-asleep. He got up, got his shaving cream and razor, and shaved off all my hair. He forced me to swallow a few hairs. He got off on the smell of unwashed cock hair. He showed me in the mirror how much bigger my cock looked. I was really turned on even more. Then at last he put both hands on my cock and slowly brought me off. My cum went almost to the ceiling. I'd never felt better.
I decided not to see him further, for who knew what next he might be planning. But I admit that I did love the shaving.
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