This is a true story about a kinky night that happened to me about 9 - 10 years ago. The photos are of me during that session.

I pulled up to a suburban house in a cookie cutter HOA neighborhood as the sun was going down. It was the home of a dominant man I had been talking to on Recon, a fetish site for gay, kinky men. I was wearing an old shirt and jeans with no underwear, as instructed. I also wore flip-flops. I parked on the curb, got out of my car, locked the doors, and walked up to the front door. I rang the doorbell, and a bald man with a dark black, neatly trimmed beard opened the door almost immediately. He was 5'11", slightly shorter than I am, with a build that suggested he took care of himself but also enjoyed good meals as well. "Welcome, please come in. Glad you made it, not many actually follow through," he said, his voice masculine and dominant, as he invited me inside and I took my flip flops off by the door. He then led me to what I assumed was his living room.

The walls were a neutral tone, candles provided some nice lighting, and the floors were hardwood with a black sheet on top of one spot in the middle. Soft, rhythmic music was also coming out of the speakers, loud enough so the background wasn't silent but quiet enough to permit normal conversation. "Yes Sir, and there aren't many men who actually follow through with hosting a sub," I replied to his statement. He grinned, "Yeah, a lot of guys like to talk but won't let themselves live out their fantasies, but you're here so I see you're not one of them," as his grin turned more impish. "Yes Sir, I enjoy more than just talking, like I mentioned in our conversations online and in text, bondage is a nice stress reliever for me."

"Well you're in for an evening of relaxation and my pleasure," he replied. "Shall we begin?"
"Yes Sir," I said.

He grabbed a leather hood that was on top of a bookshelf, black socks, and homemade arm binders. He placed the hood over my head, taking away my sense of sight as the denim of my jeans began scratching my hardening cock. The socks went over my hands, acting like gloves, with black tape going around them to keep them secured on me, and he grabbed my arms to pull them behind my back, putting them into his arm binder. Once my arms were secured, I heard his footsteps as he went and grabbed something else. I soon learned they were scissors, as I heard a "snip snip," as he walked back towards me.

"Now, lets see what I have to play to with," he said as he began cutting my shirt off. Once my shirt was completely off, he grabbed the waist band of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, my dick popping out as he pulled them down. I stepped out of the legs and I heard him walk down the hall, the sound of them landing on the floor, and a door closing then being locked. My pulse started to pick up, as I realized I was standing there, completely naked and exposed, most private and intimate parts on display and unable to be covered, and knowing that I wouldn't be able to stop him from playing with them either.

"You're already enjoying this, that's good," he said as he grabbed my cock and gave it a few short strokes. "Hope you don't plan on getting any relief from your horniness anytime soon," he laughed as he let go. "You're mine for as long as I please, this is what you wanted, isn't it boy?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I answered, in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

"You're already leaking boy," he said, rubbing the precum dripping out of me over my dickhead, causing me to moan and squirm a little bit. "Sensitive I see," in his devilish tone, as the realization of my predicament was sinking in. He then placed his hand on my groin, pressing gently on the pubic bone. "Where are your pubes, boi?" he asked, rubbing the groin.

"My ex boyfriend shaved them off in my last session with him a couple weeks ago, Sir," I answered, fondly remembering being bound to his bed before he shaved them off, right before I found out I had to move away for work.

"You should be smooth, boi, to show your submission. Men have fur, sub bois have skin. In future sessions I'm going to shave your chest," he said, running his fingers through my chest hair, before a moderate slap on one of my ass cheeks "And your ass," he chuckled, as he grabbed and squeezed it before giving the other ass cheek a smack and a squeeze.

He played with me standing up for a few minutes, before undoing the arm binders. "Don't you dare cover yourself," he warned, as I stood there, arms by my side, and cock sticking straight out. He grabbed my shoulders and walked me over to where the sheet was, and helped me lie down. A metal bar was located under the sheet, and he positioned it under the small of my back so it wouldn't be extremely uncomfortable. He then secured my arms to the bar, and thigh cuffs were put around my upper thighs, with him tickling and teasing my balls as well. My arms were further secured by chains to the thigh cuffs. Then I felt my legs being spread apart, as my ankles got locked into a spreader bar.

I heard him step back, and I could almost feel his eyes looking down at his work. He had me naked, restrained, lying on the floor displayed in front of him. I then felt something being slipped over my cock and pulling at my balls. I assumed it was a cock ring, but the pictures later indicated it was a rubber ball stretched. I also felt a strong pinch on my nipples, as clothespins were put on them.

"Hope you're comfortable, because you're going to be down there a while," he said.
"Yes Sir," I replied, as he started stroking my cock again.
"Tell me when you get close, and don't you dare cum without permission, otherwise the consequences will be severe," he said.
"Yes Sir," I answered.

Then the pattern would begin, stroking till I got close, then stopping to rub the precum over the sensitive head, causing me to squirm as much as I was able. This continued for a little while, until I heard him get up to grab something. He came back, and the next sounds I heard was the clicking of a camera's shutters, as he started taking pictures. This was something we hadn't talked about, although he was aware that forced exposure was fantasy of mine, and my cock throbbed with each click. I then heard the hum of the computer, as he put the pictures on his hard drive.

"You're being added to a gallery showing off my work," he said. "You mentioned that you wanted to be exposed in front of a bunch of horny men, and now anyone who visits my profile will see you, naked, as one of my submissive bois. I'm also going to send you the pictures, and I want you to upload them on your profile as well. This is your role, to be naked and displayed for the pleasure of men, understood?"

"Yes Sir," I replied, knowing that my vanilla nudes would soon be accompanied by pictures of me engaged in kinky activities.

He logged off and returned to my spot, my cock still hard, still throbbing. The pattern of stroking, getting close, then polishing with precum continued. My balls ached for a release that was being denied. Finally I started begging him to let me cum.

"Ok, I'll let you cum, but you're not going to be let out after you shoot. Understood?" he asked, his voice firm.
"Yes Sir,"

In less than minute I started shooting, cum hitting my chest and the good, with more shooting out as I started to achieve an orgasm. He kept going till I stopped shooting, and let me rest as he went and grabbed a towel. He cleaned me up, wiping the cum off my body, taking care to move lightly around my still sensitive cock.

"That was impressive, but I think you have more in you," he said. "You endured just over three hours of edging, now you're going to have three orgasms before I let you out,"
"Yes Sir," I replied, as I felt his hand firmly grip my still hard cock, starting to slowly stroke the shaft but being careful not to play with the head and send the nerve endings into overdrive.

I am not sure how long he was stroking, but it seemed to be only a few more minutes before I came again. This time cum still shot out, but not as far or as hard, only going above the bully button.

"Twice in 20 minutes, impressive. I see why you have such a furry chest and ass. You are a virile horny boy," he laughed as he started to clean me up again. "You probably had full thick bush too,"

"Yes Sir, it was very thick, dark and curly," I replied.

"I'm glad that they're gone. Pubes make it harder to clean up your mess," he said. "Now you've got a little under 40 minutes to give me one more load, and if it takes longer than that, its going to be 2 more loads, understood?" his firm dominant tone coming out again.

"Yes Sir," I replied.

The slow gentle stroking began again. This time he alternated speeds, and would stop suddenly, as if he were trying to extend the time it took so it'd have to be two more loads. "Tik tock boi, you want to shoot one more or two?" he asked, a playful menace in his voice.

"Just one Sir," I answered.

He kept stroking, this time with greater consistency, allowing me to achieve a third, and hopefully final, orgasm. "Very good boi, but now its time to have a bit more fun," he said, and he started running his thumb over my sensitive dickhead. I squirmed as much as I could, begging him to stop. Eventually he did, and while I say eventually, it turned out the polishing torture lasted less than a minute. He cleaned me up again, and slowly undid the restraints but left the hood on. He took me over to a chair where he sat down, and had me sit on the floor. Positioned between his knees, he wrapped his arms around me.

"That was an intense session, are you ok?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," I answered, as his arms and knees kept me in a firm but voluntary hold.
"Just relax now, breathe, and know you're ok. Is this ok?" he asked, as caressed my chest and hooded face.
"Yes Sir,"
"Good, just breathe, I need to bring you down from that sexual high slowly and gently," he said. This continued for a few minutes, as we exchanged small talk, the high giving way to a more zen like feeling rather than a sudden crash. As it became clear that I was ok and relaxed, he stood me up and took the hood off, the soft glow of the candles easier on my eyes than bright light bulbs, and I saw him there. He grinned, and I smiled back.

"Have fun?" he asked,
"Yes Sir, you?" I asked back
"Absolutely. I want to do more sessions with you if you want," he answered.
"I definitely want to," I said.
"Good, because you're definitely a fun and real sub," and then he put his hands on my chest, "and I am really looking forward to shaving this fur off."
"Yes Sir," I answered.

He went down the hall and grabbed my jeans, and I put them on. He walked me to the door andI slipped on my flip flops, but still shirtless. He opened the door, and we said our goodbyes for the evening. I got in my car, and after I turned it on I looked at the clock. It was after 10PM, meaning I had just had a session that lasted well over 4 hours. I smiled as I put the car in drive and headed home.

It wasn't long afterwards that he found himself a man. A man that could make him submit, willingly. We exchanged messages back and forth for a little bit, but eventually life happens, and although we never played again, I still jerk off thinking about that night, and fantasizing about being edged for 4 hours instead of 3, being forced to cum until I have dry orgasm, and also being forcibly stripped naked and bound in front of a group of horny men.

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