Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

My transportation wrist cuffs are removed only to be replaced with hospital style leather cuffs. They are secured against my sides with a leather belt the circles my waist and is locked behind me. Matching cuffs are put on my ankles and laced together with a leather belt like the one that holds my hands. This belt allows my feet about fifteen inches of space between them, which if I spread my legs would give me enough movement to shuffle along. The vison I had just regained is lost again as a new full leather hood covers my eyes as it is pulled tight to my face and laced up the back. It also has a belt and buckle that goes around the neck that is secured. This hood has no gag, my mouth is accessible, much to my relief, for now. My shuffling capability won’t be needed as I am spun around, backed up to the bed and laid down onto it. I am positioned on my back in a sleeping position with a pillow placed under my head. There is a D-ring on the hood’s neck strap that is then tethered to the headboard and will be the only restraint keeping me on the bed.

I lay there for a few minutes, waiting for something to happen to me, not believing my tormentors were going to give me sleep time on this reasonably comfortable mattress and with somewhat docile leather bonds holding me. While things have begun to settle down for me, I can hear that there are other activities still happening in the dungeon. I decided to make an attempt to nap.

But I am correct, I have not been put here to sleep. I feel the mattress depress as another person climbs onto the bed. Instantly I can tell he is completely naked as whoever this is lays down next to me, pressing his body up against my side. I can feel his privates against my leg, his arm now reaching over my chest and resting on it. He pulls me tight to him. Very noticeable is his silkiness, he feels shaved, in that I mean his body, his limbs, his privates are completely smooth. Odd as it is being held this way by a man, the smoothness has made it more peculiar, but maybe a little better. I’m held for a couple of minutes, then his hand starts exploring my chest. It’s kind of a gentle rubbing, a tender, affectionate massage of my chest. Some toying with my chest hairs, then a circling of my nipples ending with delicate pinching, squeezing and twisting by one hand as his other pulls me tight in a hug. I am being cuddled. My reaction, my body tenses up. I don’t believe my body pulled back, but I did internally. This was creepy. A naked man was caressing my naked bound body. He began to explore my body further, moving his hand first to my face, tenderly touching both the leather hood and the exposed lips of my clenched mouth. His open hand then traveled south gently rubbing my chest and belly till he reached my groin where he slowly began fondling my balls and placid cock. The stroking of my body wasn’t unpleasant, but made me uncomfortable, so it wasn’t enjoyable as he intended it to be. My dick did become somewhat aroused from the attention when it was being fondled, but certainly at the moment was not hard.

Undeterred, my bed suiter continued to massage me head to toe, now using both hands when fondling my nipples and package. He repositions himself and lays down on top of me, using his body to rub me and hold me tight providing more hugs. He rose to a staddle position over me and began licking my body, spending much of his initial time sucking on my nipples, before he slid down and began licking my shaft and ball sack. All very gentle, lovingly performed. His sucking, which even in my dislike, brought my member to life and I hardened. That reaction seemed to be to my suiters liking and he swung around so that he was now in a 69 position, retaking my cock into his mouth and pressing his against mine. I know that by contract I must take in this offering, and I open my mouth for him. Again, another first, I am doing the proverbial 69 with another man. I certainly have done this much to my enjoyment at home with my wife, but this provides me with a thrill simply because I am being made to do it in my leather binds while trapped underneath him. I concentrate on my restricted arms and feet, and I am able to execute the required oral actions as I imagine in my mind that this is a clit I am licking and sucking, not a cock. The 69 goes on for just a few minutes, with no real attempt to reach climax by either of us, when he spins around again, laying on top of me and resuming his general cuddling and fondling activities.

Based on his other actions, I am surprised that he hasn’t attempted to kiss me on the lips, a ‘Hard Limit’ item in the contract unless he is disease free and otherwise resides on my ‘Activities Not of Interest’ list. Sir Michael can move at his sole discretion anything on that list to the acceptable list if he decides it is pleasurable to him per the contract, but he does know it is something that even watching it occur between two men repulses me. Not a moral issue at all, it is just a big, big turn off to me to watch, I don’t know why. Not sure how Sir is going to play this. This guy is doing everything else that an affectionate gay couple would do, even including whispering sweet nothings into my ear, so I am amazed I haven’t been subjected to a kiss regardless of my feelings. I know that I would not kiss back if it happened despite the consequences.

There are times where I am just held, times where I am lightly caressed and times where the action gets heavy, and in time I maybe even try to relax a bit, but I overall remain anxious, stiff, I think noticeably. He stays with me for almost an hour, when he is then joined by another. This person too begins with exploratory caressing, somewhat in unison with his partner. They work so well together I wonder if they are not real partners, Dom and sub romancing me together. As the pace picks up the first caresser discreetly departs, giving me a final affectionate hug as the second provides attention to my privates.

I am still tense and still not overly finding this enjoyable, but at least I am getting used to it now. That allows my tired body and mind to recuperate some from the night’s earlier uses and abuses. My body is not being assaulted and there certainly is no pain involved. This gentleman is more into the sex than the first was. He spends more time in the 69 position, working me harder and making his cock dance more in my mouth. He also explores with his fingers further below my sack, probing for and finding my hole. In time he penetrates me with one, then two fingers, swirling around within, stimulating my prostrate, while sucking me deeply, lovingly. When he is apparently satisfied that I am stretched, I am rolled to my side. He snuggles up behind me, bending my knees, putting me in a side squatting position. Lifting my one leg slightly he puts a little lube in my butt hole. (I am still not sure where he got the lube as he never left the bed.) He positions his erected cock between my hind quarters, spreads my cheeks and presses it up against my hole. With expert hip movement he penetrates me, and I am slowly fucked sideways. He keeps me within a tight embrace as he moves slowly in and out of me. The gentlest I have been pegged this entire weekend. Everything is gentle, tender, comforting, pleasant. If I were gay, this likely would be a memorable evening. There should be candles burning on the nonexistent nightstand and music playing in the background. He is enjoying me; he is making love to me; he is not just trying to use me as a handy receptacle for his cock. And his plan is to go all the way with me through to his orgasm. He takes his time, but the climax eventually comes, and he deposits his semen into me. He is in no hurry, so his dick remains in me, as he continues to caress my body with his hands and arms, holding me tight as you would a lover after a night of passionate lovemaking.

His time with me is shorter than that of my first cuddler, cut short I think because the time allotted for this session had elapsed. He withdrawals finally with a sigh, leaving the impression he wanted to continue, I get an ending hug, and he slips off the bed. The past two hours I will record as ‘interesting’, a challenge this time to my psyche versus the body. And a needed respite. I am stood up still with my arms bound to my side, feet hobbled, and blindfolded, butt filled with cum.

It dismays me that I can’t say I enjoyed this. I liked that I was bound, I like that I was fucked while bound, somewhat tied to the bed I was in and not in control, I enjoyed struggling to pull my arms away from the belt that bound them to my waist as I was caress, but that is the extent of it. I sense these two guy’s goals was to stir romantic type reactions and desire in me or tease me with it, but the arousal that one has when making love to a mate they are attracted to was missing here and always would be. I hope this was a performance by both of them as part of ‘the abuse and tease the straight guy by forcing him to make love to a gay guy playdate theme’ and not connected to any real attraction.