Fully restrained and blindfolded, as David was fingering my hole, I heard what sounded like the door opening. I assumed it was my imagination but he seemed to hear it as well as he quickly moved toward the door down the hall. I listened carefully fearing that someone else had entered the room. Being blindfolded, my other senses were heightened and I was nearly sure a second person had entered. At first they didn’t speak but then I heard an unfamiliar voice whisper, “You guys still going?” immediately followed by footsteps bringing them into the actual room, close to the bed.
I could feel their presence and knew they were both inspecting me. Still bound, I squirmed uncomfortably, yet not a word from either of them. All I knew is both of them were staring at me, and my cock had never been harder. The silence was deafening until I finally heard the second voice say quietly, “Yup, that’s him. This is gonna be fun Steve. I brought the extra gear you mentioned, let me get started”.
What the fuck I thought to myself. I didn’t sign up for a threesome, yet the moment was extraordinary erotic. I struggled to get free but it was hopeless and it was apparent that my squirming simply turned them on even more. I finally broke down and nearly shouted, “David, what the fuck is going on? Who is this?”
Before getting an answer, I felt someone kneel on the bed over me and secured what felt like a leather collar around my neck. When he had finished, the voice whispered into my ear, “Don’t worry sexy man, we’ll go easy. We all know you want it”.
Damn! Where did I hear that voice before?
“Ok, asshole”, I barked, “who the fuck are you?”
He leaned back into my ear and smilingly whispered, “C’mon Steve, don’t you remember me?” Every time he spoke, the voice sounded more familiar, yet I simply couldn’t place him.
All I could do was shake my head and continue to struggle to answer his question.
“In good time, Steve, in good time”, he answered.
He got up off the bed and I heard him undress. When he appeared to be done, David remarked, his voice apparently in the direction of the new voice, “Damn stud, you weren’t kidding. You’re fucking ripped.”
“Thanks man,” he said. “You’re one hot leather daddy yourself”.
It was becoming clear to me they were now clad in only leather gear. My imagination was in overdrive: both in a leather jocks, probably harnesses accentuating their pecs, shoulders, and biceps, and it sounded like Mr. New Guy was ripped as hell. The one thing I knew for sure was that David was wearing a leather band around his left bicep. He had made that clear earlier when he pointed out mine was on my right bicep and what that implied.
Suddenly, I felt someone climb back on the bed next to me again, manipulate my newly placed leather collar and apparently attach straps to D-rings on either side of it and secure the straps to each side of the mattress, securing my neck to the mattress as well. I thought I was immobilized and vulnerable before, but this took it one step further.
“Now you’re definitely not going anywhere”, the voice sneered as he moved down the bed toward my waist.
Tugging at the chains that connected my nipples to the cock ring, he asked, “Mind of I take these chains off, David? I have something else in mind for….” he stopped mid sentence and finished by sliding his closed fist up and down my cock.
“Of course, can’t wait to see what you have in mind”, David answered.
I was more than happy to have the chains that secured my nipples to the cock ring removed, but damn did it hurt when the nipple clamps came off.
“Arggghh!” I yelped.
“I know, sexy man, that’s the worst part” he said as he tenderly rubbed the blood back into my nipples.
When it was clear I had survived that ordeal, I could feel his hands doing something to my leather cock ring. It felt like there was a D-ring at the base between my legs because he attached what seemed to be another leather strap to it and pulled it down (hard!) to stretch my erection to a completely upright position. For some guys that’s not an issue, but when I get hard, my cock stands nearly parallel to my body. Pulling on it to become perpendicular is uncomfortable, to say the least. Not painful, but somehow erotically uncomfortable. And that’s what this mystery man was doing. He had attached a leather strap to my cock ring and slowly, but deliberately, pulled my cock into the upright position. Wondering if he’d release it, I quickly got my answer. Like the straps that were restraining my neck and limbs, he attached this one to something at the bottom of the bed which permanently pulled my erect cock away from my body. I wasn’t going anywhere and my cock was more erect than I ever remember it being, commanding the attention of my two leather-clad admirers like a beacon in the night.
I felt his hand gently stroke my pole-like cock as he said, “See David, I told you this would be hot.”
“Fuck yeah,” replied David. “This is seriously hot.”
I couldn’t help but groan from the abuse, but I had the wherewithal to blurt out, “David, I trusted you”.
“Don’t worry Steve,” he replied. I felt his hand gently caress my torso, from the base of my cock up to my chest as he continued, “My friend here is an expert in what you signed up for tonight. In fact, you two actually know each other. When I told him about the first time you and I met and what the plan was for tonight, he told me about his love for bondage and leather and asked if he could join us. I told him only if he played by the rules. My rules. So here we are…”
“Who the fuck are you?!” I yelled, trying to direct my voice to where I thought he was.
I didn’t feel him, but I instantly heard his voice in my ear whispering, “C’mon Steve, you seriously don’t remember me?”
Damn! I thought….every time I heard his voice it sounded more familiar.
I shook my head to indicate “no”.
He continued, “A martini, very dirty. very very dirty. Ring a bell Stevie?”
And then it hit me. “Brian, fuck, is that you?” I smiled.
“Yup, Stevie, it’s me. And I finally have you where I want you.”
Damn, this was incredible news. Brian was the bartender at the hotel bar downstairs that I’d flirted with repeatedly. I’d often have a cocktail before or after my business dinners and he and I would try to outdo each other with double entendres and sexual innuendo. Unfortunately, I’d never had the opportunity to take the next step with him but I’d often fantasized about what it would feel like to get fucked by him followed by him bouncing up and down on my cock while he straddled me. It was serendipitous that now I was complete exposed with my cock begging to be straddled.
And then it occurred to me…”How the hell do you two know each other?” I asked.
David responded with a laugh, “Remember a few weeks ago when you posted your door was open and you’d be ready at 10PM? I got here around 8:30 to have a drink downstairs and wait, and Brian and I got to talking. He was surprised when you ordered a drink, a double by the way, but took it to your room to drink. And he noticed you seemed nervous and distracted. I told him about my appointment with “Open Hotel Door” and he was jealous as hell and, given your behavior, wondered if it was you.”
Then Brian spoke up, “I wanted to join you two upstairs, but I didn’t get off until 2AM and you guys had wrapped up by then.”
Then David continued, “But I made it a point to swing by the hotel over the last few weeks and grab a drink. When you and I made tonight’s plan, I told Brian about it and he wanted in, and made clear that he’s a leather/bondage oficionado. I told him he could join us, and I planned to play hard, but I insisted no serious harm should come to you, just like the night we met.”
I sighed with relief and noticing this, David went on, “So now it’s time to play Steve,” and with that he laid down next to me, pressed his leather-bound body next to time and began to caress my entire body with his free hand. At the same time I felt Brian do the same thing, but on the other side of my body.
I’m still blindfolded, spread eagle, and completely restrained…my wrists, neck, ankles, and my cock being pulled away from my body. They laid there for quite a while, slowly stroking every party of me, alternating between gentle and rough, with me moaning and loving every minute. They paid particular attention to my nipples, balls, hole, and particularly my still engorged cock. Finally, with Brian’s lubed hand firmly stroking my ready-to-explode, 100% vertical cock, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “You didn’t tell me about your insanely thick cock, Stevie. We have alot of catching up to do…”
