It was in a warehouse like building, with two stories and had several bar areas and two dance floors. It even had a leather shop in the middle of it. I can’t recall the name any longer, and well, I can’t recall much of what happened that night, except for the man that I met there. I will never forget him and the events of the rest of the night and the following two days.

I was sitting at one of the tables next to the bar, in one of the upstairs lounges, the one with the cars coming out of the walls and the heavy metal music playing. I was just nursing my bourbon, a very strong one, when I noticed a red haired man.

I am not normally attracted to men with red hair, but he had a certain twinkle in his eye, and he smiled at me as he walked past, and I felt my cock start to get hard. I was surprised by the reaction, but he just kept walking, and so I went on looking at all the other pretty young things in the room, and didn’t give it much more thought.

A few minutes later he returned, and asked if he could sit down. I told him that it was a free country, and no one was sitting there (being the smart-ass I am) and so he joined me.

I offered to buy him a drink, but he had already made up his mind that he was buying my next drink and was on the way to the bar before I could argue.

He came back and sat down, and I couldn’t help notice the sizable basket showing in his tight jeans, and the nice curve of his ass. Again, my cock took notice too.

We chatted for a few minutes as we drank, and made the usual small talk, I told him how I was just visiting, and that I would be here for a few days before heading back to Texas. He told me his name was Danny, and he was 35 years old, but it didn’t matter to me much by this point in time, the alcohol and my hormones had pretty much shut off any interested I had in learning his life story.

Well, as these things sometimes occur, he asked me if I wanted to go someplace a little more comfortable.  I am not accustomed to going to stranger’s homes, but he was very convincing, and my big head wasn’t doing the thinking, so I agreed to follow him to his home.

I only took us a few minutes to get there.  He had a very nice place and it was decorated very stylishly, and seemed comfortable enough.  I sat down in the leather couch and he sat in the chair across from me. We had another drink, and he offered to show me around his place, to give me the “grand tour.”

Well, we didn’t get farther than the bedroom when he started to strip off his clothes, “Kinda warm in here, isn’t it” he said as he took off his shirt, before I could even respond, and I saw the beautiful red fur that covered his chest.

He stood with his powerful rugged torso outlined by the light coming from the living room, casting its muted glow on his naked body.  He stretched, making the sinews of his upper body crackle.  I watched him with a tingling awareness, though he seemed to sense a peculiar degree of uncertainty in my manner…some deeper fear of admitting a sexual attraction.

I put the uncertainty out of my mind, and decided it was time to get started, to strike while the iron was hot, so to speak. I stripped down also.

“That’s better,” he said softly.  He placed himself directly in front of me and took hold of my shoulders. I tried to fix my gaze on his eyes, but the room was too dark. I could not discern he features completely, as he drew is body tightly to mine and reached his lips upward, seeking. Our mouth’s touched, and he pressed a big kiss on me. But when he tried to work my lips apart, to drive his tongue between them, he encountered an unexpected, unresponsive rigidity. “What’s the matter,” he whispered.

“I haven’t done this very often,” I replied. He seemed surprised and a little confused.  Where our groins touched I could feel the hardness of him pressing against me, and although I was somewhat apprehensive, I did want to go further.

He said, “I’m confused, maybe I don’t understand,” hesitantly. And then asked, “what are you into, what do you like?” and I could feel the tremor of excitement that ran through his small but powerful frame.

“Nothing special,” I said, “almost anything’s ok with me, within reason.”

He crushed me against him and I wrapped my arms around the slender tapered warmth of his smoothly muscled body.  Two sets of lips were parted and two tongues probed the darkness. For several minutes we held this position before relaxing our grips and easing our bodies apart.  Still uncertain, I watched him move to a chest by the bed.  He knelt down and opened the bottom drawer, turning to look at me over his shoulder. “See if there’s anything in here that interests you,” he said. He remained on his knees as I slowly approached.

In the shadowy glow of the living room light I could see a small collection of carefully wound ropes, several chains-the dog collar type used on large dogs, with spikes on the inside. There were a few clips and padlocks, in the very back a pair of handcuffs. I felt the thrill of excitement, a tingling rush along my spine and a warm constriction in my gut.

“Anything there you think you’d like to use?” Danny asked.

“How? You mean…?”

“Yes, on me,” Danny said softly, answering my half formed question. After several moments, Danny turned to me and his lips closed hotly around my crown, and his tongue probed fiercely at the slit. Seconds later he pulled my full, hard-sprung rod into him, forcing my cock head down his throat until his nose was flattened against my full black bush.

“You want me to tie you?” I asked. My voice was shaky and I felt a fresh surge of energy flood my loins. A wild, unfamiliar lust seemed to settle in my balls, made them ache with urgency, forced my cock to assume a degree of steely hardness it had never known before. This was my first encounter with S and M and I was very excited by it all.

He pulled back, allowing my cock head to rest against his lower lip as he gazed up at me.  “What’ll you do to me if I let you tie me up?” he whispered.

I hesitated for only a moment before answering, knowing the very idea of binding this muscular lithe man was driving him close to climax, yet feeling an edge of doubt. It was a crazy, scary thing to do, I told myself…wild, but…”What would you want me to do?” I asked at length.

“Make me do whatever you want me to,” Danny whispered hoarsely.  “Put a leash around my neck – around my balls, make me follow you, kneel in front of you and suck your cock…make me call you ‘sir’…whip my ass a little if I don’t do it just the way you want, throw me down on my belly…fuck me…anything you want, man, anything.”

The flush of arousal made my knees grow weak. The prospect rendered me almost powerless to respond.

Danny reached into the drawer and took a coil of cotton clothesline, and handed it to me.

I slowly unraveled the rope.  There was about nine or ten feet of it, I say, and already my mind was planning the best way to use it.  “I’m really the boss?” I asked finally.

“Yes , sir,” gasped Danny.
”Then stand up!” I said.

Danny rose, stood before me with his head tipped slightly downward. I swallowed hard, stepped back a pace. “Turn around,” I said.

He obediently swung his muscled body about. He stood as he had before, but now with his back toward me. “Put your hands in back of you,” I instructed him, and he assumed a “parade rest” position.

I wrapped the center of the cord around Danny’s wrists, tied them securely together and made an extra loop between them, drawing the ropes more tightly as I cinched the double length that passed around both of his arms. I made a square knot and let the loose ends fall. Danny never moved.

The light from the doorway framed his muscular body, seeming to glint in special emphasis of the molded contours, marking the dual arch of strength that paralleled the spine.  I took the ends of the rope – each about four feet long - in my hands. At first I thought to tie them around Danny’s waist, but he suddenly lifted his arms.  As he raised them toward the center of his upper back, I realized the rope was long enough to fasten about the neck. I quickly passed the lines over either shoulder and tied them together where they met against Danny’s throat. My prisoner’s arms were now firmly in place; he was helpless to move them without cutting off his breath.

“Turn around and face me,” I said sharply.

Again, Danny obeyed, standing as he had before. By his silence he was expressing the surrender of his tightly bound body to the will of his master. I stroked his solid upper arms and chest. I touched his hard pointed nipples, squeezed them gently and heard my prisoner hiss in pleasure. My hands moved lower, side-by-side across the ridges of Danny’s belly, through the lighter covering of fur until I touched his groin and my fingers came to rest about his substantial projection of captive cock.

Seizing Danny’s shaft in both hands, I pulled him forward, stepping back and forcing him to follow me. I moved a little faster, backing around the room and hauling on the rigid flesh to make Danny follow docilely in my wake. “You like that?” Danny whispered. “You like having a stud all tied up so he has to do whatever you tell him to do? Like being able to order a guy around who’s stronger than you are?”

I was going to answer, to tell him “yes,” but my own arousal choked the words before they were formed. In the moment it took me to clear my throat, I remembered what Danny had told me at the start. “Aren’t you supposed to call me ‘sir’?” I asked.

“What if I don’t?” Danny whispered.

“Then I’ll whip your ass,” I answered him.

“Well…I’m not calling you ‘sir’ am I?” Danny taunted. “What’re you going to do about it?”

I released Danny’s cock and went back over to the drawer. I picked up another of the ropes from the array and pulled Danny’s leather belt free of his Levi’s. I looped the belt around Danny’s neck; and then tied one end of the rope around Danny’s cock and balls. I used the improvised leash to lead Danny over to the bed; pulled it taut and tied it to a bedpost, so he was face down on the bed.

I could see the beads of sweat on Danny’s chest hair and abdomen, and saw a glitter of fluid arousal gathering at the tip of his prick, and as I watched, it grew heavier. Finally it sprung away, forming a long elastic thread as it fell to the floor.

I yanked hard on the rope that was tied around his cock and balls, and tied the free end to the bedpost and removed the belt from around his neck.

Danny was now lying prone on the bed, completely captive, as I stood back with the doubled belt in my hand. Another quiver of excitement ran through me as I felt the loop of leather flex with the motion of my wrist, my fingers tightening on the metal buckle.

“Now, are you going to call me ‘sir’?” I demanded hoarsely.

“What if I don’t?” Danny answered. His tone was surly, and his voice was low.

I swung the belt and landed a light, glancing blow across his firm ass. “Say it!” I rasped.

Danny didn’t answer and I struck him again…harder this time.  Still Danny failed to respond and so I strapped him smartly, making a sharp snapping sound when the belt met his buttocks. “Oh!” Danny gasped. “Easy sir…please!” he begged. “Don’t mark me…please man.”

“Sir!” I snapped at him.

“Yes sir,” whispered Danny. “Yes sir, please don’t mark me.”

“I thought you wanted me to whip your ass?” It was my turn to my captive now. When Danny didn’t answer, I landed the belt across his ass another half dozen times. I was careful however, not to strike too hard, and I knew instinctively to aim the leather strap so it struck a slightly different surface, never landing twice in exactly the same area. I moved to the back and later the thighs, each stroke more a caress than a lash, every contact evoking a muttered gasp from my captive. Danny never begged again, he never had to. Still he continued to address his me as ‘sir’ and obeyed my every command.

Eventually I untied Danny from the bed and made him kneel on the floor next to it. I commanded Danny to suck my cock, my balls and to take my swollen shaft to its fullest and to answer any question with the proper respect. Later I shoved my tightly bound captive down on the mattress and tied his ankles at the foot of the bed. “You wanna get fucked?” I demanded. I let my fingers probe his unprotected crevice, tips grazing the heated moisture around his orifice.

“If you want to, Sir.” Danny whispered.

“Tell me how much you want it.  How badly you need to feel a real man’s cock up your ass! Tell me!”

“I need it sir,” Danny answered. “Please, sir…fuck me, sir!”

I took a jar of lubricant from the nightstand and smoothed it into the valley between Danny’s legs. “That’s it, boy,” I growled. “That’s it! Beg for it!”

I fucked him hard and long, and we repeated this ritual, or some variation of it for the next two days.

It was the first time in my life that I had ever had an experience like this, and it is one that changed my perception of sex forever.

I thanked Danny for expanding my sexual horizons and left him with a smile.

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*With thanks to Larry Townsend's The Leatherman's Handbook