An Unexpected Bonding Experience Between Friends

Adventures in Gay BDSM Part II

Leaning back on his heels, Peter admired his handiwork, and smiling for the first time, said, "that has been in many boy's mouths, taste it?" The idea of having a well used ring gag in my heterosexual mouth was startling, didn't he wash the thing between victims?

He ran his hands over my biceps and down my thighs, and again, not used to being touched by a man, the experience was jarring. I didn't particularly like it; I was accustomed to the smooth caress of a woman, not this. How disgusting. What had I done to myself??

It got worse. Much worse. He began kissing my nipples, not hard, but the way a woman kisses- delicately, appreciatively. To my horror, the little bastards became erect, which Peter seemed to enjoy greatly. Then he spread my thighs and began kissing the inside of them, first one, the the other, not aggressively, but soft as a butterfly's wings. Ugh, that was just awful, and then to my disgust my limp member began to stiffen, slowly at first, until it was fully engorged and bulging the polyester thong prison. My anus tightened another notch and I squirmed a little, and tried to protest, but all that came out was "gah," which seemed to excite Peter even more, as his own rod started engorging.

David Bowies "Putting Out the Fire with Gasoline" played in the background. Yeah, thought I, nice work, you really put out this fire with gasoline. God only knows what disgusting perverted Gay thing he will do to me now. I wanted to run, but I was captive as he continued to kiss, pause, kiss, pause, to which I gargled, "gah! Gah!," which would have been, "No! No!" I was rapidly having my heterosexual virginity peeled away from me, and it was pure mortification.

After an eternity, he led me to a home made pillory, the sort used by Pilgrims on witches and other assorted scum. As he released my wrists, I figured, oh Hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. Might as well see this through, besides, the mere sight of a wooden stocks was rather intriguing, and I always wanted to delve deeper into BDSM.

Laying on my 21 year old back, the top half of the pillory gently clicked into place, clamping my throat in a wooden embrace that neither choked me, but neither would let me move my head an inch. Similarly, my wrists were arrested, allowing comfortable circulation, but not an breath of movement. Clunk, went the latch, as he fastened a small padlock into place. Taking the cuffs that had been on my hands, he then bound my ankles, and with short lengths of chain pulled my legs open, frog style, attached to the pillory harness. Traitorous bastard, my 7.5 inch tool slipped the waist of the thong, and peeked out over the top. Again, Peter grinned as drops of clear precum oozed onto my belly. He paused and kissed up the tiny puddles, only grazing the redding corona. "Gah! Gah!"

Peter pulled us his thick and hard weapon, also dripping its drops of precum and for the very first time in my 21 year existence on the planet Earth my mouth was filled with this hot, pulsating...penis...this thing and all I could see was the triangle of his blond pubic hair rising and falling and beyond that a look of sheer delight as I choked upon this masculine assault upon my, MY, mouth. Gah, gah, was reduced to a sputtering gurgle, like, "urk, urk!"

I began to taste strange, yet erotic flavors, the salty musk of precum, and the heady, yet oddly mild musk of his bush. Women smelled much stronger, and that took a little getting used to, at first, but this was not entirely a bad thing. Definitely the BDSM I craved, that was for certain.

So, in my infinite adventurism, I decided to give him a little show. I stomped my feet causing the chains to jingle, and splayed my fingers out in protest and flew my eyes wide to represent my not inauthentic shock at being forced to suck cock for the very first time. (Continued as Part III, or I lost count).