Call me Daddy Twink pt 2

Being that I made a brief trip back to NJ to visit my family and home friends (and ex, ugh), it was not another week and a half before Patrick and I met up again. This time I told him I wanted him in a bit less, a jock and some sports socks. So I showed up to find him as stunning as always. He was wearing sneakers, basic jeans, a belt, and a plain tee tucked into his shirt...a perfect example masculine simplicity. FUCK HE IS HOT! hahahah

Anyway (notice how distracted I get when I describe him?), we chatted a bit before I tied him, I and figured out a rough game plan. I took his shirt off and tied his hands behind his back. I asked him if it was alright and was so relieved to hear him say no (so many guys are terrified to communicate), especially considering I had suspicions that it would be too tight anyway. So I adjusted a bit and with his confirmation that it would be fine, continued tying him.

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing a white jock and white crew gym socks. I pulled his pants off and had him lay down on his side. This is when he realized what I had in store. I don't know if there is a name for this, but I was putting him in a tie where knees are tied to neck (not choking), and ankles are tied to wrists behind the body. It puts the captive in a fetal position sort of, and its rather immobilizing. So once he was on his side, I started tying knees to neck, and made sure to give him some slack (so he could struggle), but still make sure it was tight and restrictive.

After this was done, I used a separate rope to tie his feet since his wrists did not have enough extra. I first wrapped the coils around his ankles and cinched it lightly. I then brought the cinching rope to his toes and wrapped one coil around each big toe, pulling tightly, and tying a square not before bringing the rope down the soles of his beautiful socked feet. Halfway down I stopped and wrapped a few coils over his feet to restrict them more, before finally tying it off. I thought he may be able to get off, but if he could not I knew he would not be able to move his feet much. I finally finished by tying the extra on his wrists down behind his ankles where he could not reach. I stepped back to admire my work and was damn proud.

As proud as I was, he was equally surprised hehe. He struggled somewhat, but quickly realized he couldn't move much, let alone get free. Given this, I gave him less time to struggle than I did before and just dived right into teasing. I let him know how excited I was that he loved getting dominated by little punks so much, which made him grunt and struggle some. I also reminded him of a chat we had had prior, where he said he wouldn't be going to the New York Bondage Club unless I went. So I made sure to rub in his face what a baby he was; a full grown man needing a 21yo kid to hold his hand and take him to the big scary club. This got him struggling a bit, but I decided I wanted a bit more. Now Patrick isn't really into manscents, for him whats hot is that he doesn't like it, but doesn't have a choice (where most of us just get off on pretending we don't like it ehehe), so when I shoved my ripe pits in his face he started to kick and buck like a hot bound bronco! ^ _ ^! I was ragingly hard to say the least, but was especially so after his gag went in.

As just mentioned, he isn't into manscents. So for him it was really humiliating to be forced to gag on...lets say...my two day old socks (wink). So we played the same game we did last time with cock sucking. This time I made him really plead and beg for me to stuff my nasty sweat socks in his mouth. But really, what man isn't agreeable when you have him by the balls. I let him struggle a bit while I kicked back (his body as my foot rest) and checked some messages on my phone.

Soon after, unfortunately, his hands did start to go (to no fault of his for not saying something earlier, its just a demanding position) so I untied him. He checked a missed call on his phone and made a quick return call while his limbs wrested and I had some water. Soon he was ready to be tied again, and I was ecstatic to oblige.

I started to tie his wrists to his thighs. Now there are a lot of escape tricks to a tie like this, and I did my best to consciously avoid them at every chance. First I made loops in the rope that connected at the inner thigh so he wouldn't be able to twist his wrists towards the center and untie each other. Furthermore I also tied these loops to his balls, to make sure he didn't just slide the rope down his legs.

In addition to these tricks, I also put him in a basic chest/arm binder and tied his cock and balls tightly. When I say "tie" and "tightly" I mean every inch of his cock (except for head) was covered in rope and his balls were tied firmly (they are exceptionally tight and this was quite the challenge). I stood back again to admire my handiwork, and challenged him to get out. DAMN HIM! In something I certainly did not foresee, he was able to some how reach his fingers to the opposite wrist to untie his right hand. Oh well. I was exhausted, as was he, and I wasn't up for a whole new tie. So I told him to start jerking off while I stuffed my socks in his mouth and kept them firmly handgagged in. It wasn't long before he was cumming (keep in mind his cock was still completely covered in rope). I also came shortly after, again shooting a huge load all over his chest.

Again we finished very amicably, chatting for a bit before I left. His average-Joe colloquialisms always giving me a little tickle. Lots of "yeah man"s, "sure thing bud"s, etc... I left knowing I would be seeing him again Sunday at the New York Bondage Club. And yes, that post is coming soon.