Best Bondage Erotica 2013 (14 page)

I hiss because now my shoulders have locked up, and he hears me. “Let's get you down, baby.”

The padlock falls free and he undoes the chains so I can bring my arms down. Throbbing heat takes up residence in my joints and I wince. “Go start a hot shower,” he says, pointing and swatting me on the ass.

Fresh lust spears through me.

“Hot? Are you freaking kidding me?”

“Yes, hot.” He walks to the window, still totally naked, and slams it down. “Go,” he says. He hits the button on the AC unit and it hums to life.

I go, knowing the room will be cool and comfortable very soon. And when he fucks me again later, I won't be chained up and I won't be sweating hot and I won't be under the scrutiny of strangers, but it will be damn good. Because we are damn good together. However, summer has just started, so there's always next time.

When I turn the water on, I can hear him in the next room singing Billy Idol again. It makes me smile to know the heat waves have just begun for the year.

 

 

 

 

 

“Welcome to the basement passion party,” Charles said, moving back and letting me step off the last stair. “While our ladies are learning about lubes and lingerie, whips and chains and all those things that excite us…” He motioned with his big black hand and welcomed me into his finished basement.

I looked around the brightly decorated room, but something wasn't right. I knew I wasn't the first guy here, but no one sat on the couch or the easy chairs.

“I have cold beer at the bar and…” His voice trailed off again. “Is there a problem?” He stepped behind the bar and opened up the refrigerator, pulled out a cold Bud, and cracked it open.

On the bar were two huge suction cups attached to leather cuffs, a whip, a butt plug and a ball gag. I picked up one cuff and turned it over. “What are these?” I hooked the Velcro together and then ripped it open.

“Debbie must've forgotten these down here.” He handed me the bottle and moved over next to me.

I heard a low-pitched grunt from a tri-fold screen behind the bar. I took a sip and turned toward the noise.

Charles picked up the cuffs and wrapped one around the wrist that held my beer bottle, and then quickly applied the other one.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I just wanted to see if these handcuffs were big and strong enough for your wrists.” Charles's bald head gleamed in the track lighting, his deep-chocolate skin shiny and smooth.

I twisted my wrist and looked at them from all angles. I set down my beer bottle and pulled on the Velcro. “Do you think these things could hold me?”

The grunting noise sounded again, more urgent this time.

Charles grabbed my wrists and pulled me across the bar. He slapped the suction cups down on the surface, letting my feet dangle off the ground.

I pulled on the cuffs. The Velcro held, as did the suction cups. I pulled harder, my feet unable to find purchase for any traction.

Someone kicked the tri-fold screen. The panels rocked back and forth and fell over. Blake Connelly with a ball gag in his mouth stared at me wide-eyed. He was suspended from the ceiling by his wrists, but his legs were free. He groaned again and tried to warn me with his eyes.

Charles moved behind me and slipped the ball gag into my mouth. His fingers buckled the device into place.

Charles undid one wrist cuff, rolled me onto my back and secured my arm again. He secured both of my ankles to the bar so I was held spread-eagle. He clapped his hands and said, “Hail, hail, the gangbang's all here.” He ran a finger down my chest to my fly and ran it up and down.

I felt my unwelcome erection start in my jeans.

“Quick response time. I like that.” Charles groped me again, and then moved to the hallway that was blocked by another screen. He folded it out of the way and revealed Jeremy's body in a sling that swung from the ceiling rafters. He caressed the underside of Jeremy's bearded face and checked the fit of the ball gag.

Jeremy rocked his body back and forth, trying to escape, only to make the sling spin around and around. He closed his eyes. I knew Jeremy hated spin rides at the fair. His compact body struggled to no avail to free himself from the leather straps that held him in place.

Charles removed the last screen to show a body bag that hung from the wall like a garment bag, but a man's form was easily seen in the black plastic. The air was removed, and the man appeared to be shrink-wrapped like a piece of meat at the deli. His husky male form looked familiar. Chris? He was supposed to be here, too.

Charles unzipped his tracksuit to reveal a black leather harness with silver studs. It crisscrossed his heart and highlighted his caramel-colored skin. He untied his drawstring and pulled down his running pants. Leather chaps with a studded jockstrap clad his lower half. His huge bulge stood proudly out in front of him. He turned his back to me and a muscular ass flexed as he bent over to pick up his pants. His deep crease displayed a pink pucker that was perfect, tight, round and smooth.

I felt my cock swell as he turned to face me.

Charles looked down at my groin, slapped his own ass, and smiled. “I can see you're enjoying this, too. Nice. I had hoped that there would be some fun tonight.” He walked to the wall and rubbed Chris's bulge like a genie's lamp.

Chris's low-hanging balls seemed to rise up in the black latex bag and his cock swelled.

Charles rubbed faster and harder, and the shrink-wrapped body squirmed like a worm. Chris's cock swelled and a small bubble formed at its tip. “That was easy, but over way too fast.” Charles licked his hand. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, who's the next one to blow?” His finger pointed at Blake.

Blake's eyes widened, and he shook his head.

Charles walked to the bar I lay across, putting me between him and Blake. Charles reached over and started to unbutton my shirt. “Blake needs some special attention.” As his hands opened my shirt to my pants, he pulled the tails out. The cotton slid over my hard cock. He combed through the hair on my chest. “Blake, are you hairy or smooth? Do you shave? Are your balls hairy or…?”

Blake struggled to free his hands. He kicked his feet and swung back and forth.

Charles stopped massaging me and moved over to Blake. He opened his shirt and revealed a smooth chest, a little beer belly, but still a fine body. “So soft,” Charles said. He started to unbuckle the restrained man's belt, and Blake bucked harder. The belt opened and flopped around as Charles unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped his fly.

Blake's thrashing made his pants slide down his legs. A shoe fell off, along with one pant leg. He wore white briefs that bulged.

Charles stepped on the loose pant leg and traced a finger along his waistband. He pulled the fabric down slowly, until a line of thick, brown hair appeared. The thick bulge grew. A wet spot appeared on the white cotton.

“You have a beautiful bush.” He pulled the briefs open and looked in. “Furry balls, too.” He snapped the undies back into place, and pulled the shoe and pants the rest of the way off. “I'll have to fix that…” He let the words hang in the air.

I strained to see what he had as he pulled out an aerosol can and sprayed a handful of foam into it. With his free hand he pulled off Blake's briefs and tossed them aside. Then he lathered up his pubes and balls with the cream.

“This should feel warm on your junk.” He washed the extra foam off his hand and picked up a straight-edge razor. “You'll have to stay really still, I wouldn't want to slip and cut anything off that I shouldn't…”

Shaving had never been my thing, and to have razor stubble down there scared me. I wished I could cross my legs.

“Bald Blake…that has a nice ring to it.” Charles picked up a washcloth and brought the blade down to his thick bush.
Scrape, scrape, scrape
and the thick hair was gone. “That was the easy part. You do want children, don't you?” He pressed the razor under his balls.

Blake nodded, slow and controlled.

“Nice. Then I'll be careful.” One hand stretched the ball sac as the other one removed the cream and the hair. With each stroke, Blake's cock grew bigger and bigger, standing straight up. “Thanks for getting that out of the way. It's a massive piece of meat to have dangling.” He wiped the blade on the cloth and quickly finished.

I let out the breath I had been holding.

Charles took a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned Blake's balls. He kissed the huge mushroom head and smiled at his work. “Bald is beautiful, baby.” He came to the bar and looked down at me. He ran his hand through my hair. “You would take a long, long time.” His finger traced my cock on “long, long.”

But before I could respond, he ducked under the bar and pulled out a metal pipe with a glass ball on one end and an electric plug on the other. He plugged it in between my legs and looked down at my package. “You're going to have to wait your
turn.” He flipped a switch and the ball lit up with streaks of electricity inside. As he brought it to his cheek, a lightning bolt formed inside and struck him. “Ahh,” he moaned.

Blake bucked against his restraints, his legs frantically kicking as his smooth, pink balls swung back and forth. His raging hard-on pooled a pearl of precome at the tip.

“Water and electricity, such a wonderful combination.”

Charles brought the electric wand to Blake's nipples. An electrical storm raged in the glass ball and focused on his tender spot. The nipple rose up hard and erect to a sharp point, the electricity tingling and stimulating the tender tissue.

Blake's cock jumped as Charles circled the pink nub. He moaned.

I wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure. He rolled his head back.

Charles moved to the other side and repeated his teasing. “Where else can I stimulate you that is tender and sensitive, like a newly shaved face?” A brilliant smile emerged from his full lips.

Blake panicked. He kicked and thrashed.

Charles adjusted the intensity and as Blake spun, his ass came into view. Charles touched a fleshy cheek.

Blake's whole body stiffened and stopped fighting.

“I'm glad you see my point.” He brought the wand down to his studded jock and sparks flew everywhere. “I love the smell of electrolysis in the evening.” He spun Blake's still form around and adjusted the output. He brought the ball under his erection and between his legs. His pink smooth balls dangled. The wand glowed blue and then pink as electricity shot around the globe. Charles made contact with the left nut, the one that hung lower. A bolt of lightning zapped his ball as spidery electric legs grabbed for Blake's nut sac.

Blake's pelvis pushed forward as more precome poured out of his dick.

Charles moved to the other testicle and watched as they jumped and bounced off the glass globe. “Dance, my pretties, dance.” An evil gleam came into his eyes and he traced the wand between the balls and slowly traced along Blake's cock.

Blake's dick rose up and slapped his firm belly, only to fall back down to be shocked and driven back up again.

Charles drew the wand down to the wet tip and held it there. He watched as Blake's cock super-balled from the wand to his belly button. Wet splats sounded as the precome coated along his treasure trail. Charles twisted the shaft of the wand and a glass probe fell out of the base and hung in the air. It was six inches long, slender and glowed red. “Red is for the rectum.” Charles picked up the probe and brought it behind Blake.

“No, no,” Blake tried to say as he shook his head.

Charles slowly guided the glowing tube between his fleshy buttcheeks. As soon as it made contact with the skin, Blake closed his eyes. Charles grinned. “This won't take long.”

I watched in amazed horror as the tube disappeared into Blake's ass. A red glow came from behind him as his dick continued its arc.

Blake clenched his teeth into the ball gag and his legs spread and rose. The end of his cock exploded. Thick, white come flowed out of him. Part of the first burst landed on my hairy chest, glistening in the light.

Charles moved the wand down to the smooth balls and milked out more cream. Wave after wave of screaming orgasms flowed through Blake's body and poured out of his cock. A puddle of semen formed below his dangling feet.

“Shocking, I know, but oh, so electric.” Charles removed the probe and wand from Blake's body.

Blake's whole body drooped, hung from his wrists, spent. His cock stood straight out, still dripping come.

Charles walked over to me and wiped the blob of come off my chest with a finger. He brought it to his mouth and tasted it. “Salty, sweet. Wanna try?” He offered his finger to me.

I shook my head.

“Delicious. You'll find out what you're missing.” Charles cleaned his finger and then went to rub my fly. “Still hard. Good boy, don't let that bad boy go down, or you'll pay, with blood, sweat and tears, and I'm not talking the music group. I'll be right back; there was one more before you.” He pointed at Jeremy.

Jeremy freaked. He bucked in the sling and made it spin faster.

“Round and round you go, where you stop, only I know…” Charles picked up a black doctor's bag and set it on Jeremy's belly. “I love these pants with the snaps. They're off in a snap.” He pulled hard, and the snaps opened like the firing of a machine gun. He held them in his hand, and Jeremy's bare ass swung in the sling. “I'm glad you forgot your underwear; makes my job so much easier.” He stroked up one of Jeremy's bound legs. His dark brown complexion and black hair showed a gym body toned to perfection.