Part 1
Everyone seems to know what Joeys dad does in his basement. He has a professional photography studio down there. He's done school photos and weddings and all the usual stuff. But Joey has shared what he found in one of the back rooms. Joey says he didn't know about that room when he lived there. He's forgotten all about it after all these years. But I haven't.
For some strange reason I can't get the vision of what he described out of my perverted head. No one expects that Joey's dad might be gay. No one expects that he is into bondage and slave training. But my mind wanders all the time. I'm not gay. I'm not into being a submissive. Or, I don't think I am. So why am I always thinking about it?
The reason I bring all this up is because I ran into Joey's dad last week. We are all much older now, but he still looks pretty good. In shape, muscular with a thick graying beard. I introduced myself and he acted like he remembered me. I told him I was getting married, not true, and might be looking for a wedding photographer. Joey's dad said he doesn't do much of that anymore. But he does still do 'in studio' photography. I told him I remembered he had a studio in his basement, then asked if that was the one he was talking about. He nodded. I took a breath and gulped a little bit.
"I also remember Joey mentioned something about a back room down there, too."
Joeys dad didn't skip a beat. "You know that I do down there, don't you?"
"Well, I can only imagine. I only have some tiny details Joey might have spoken about just once a long time ago. You probably don't don't even have it anymore. Something about a fantasy dungeon, or something?"
"Joey talks to much."
Part 2
I'm driving to Joeys old house, where his dad still lives. I have an invitation of sorts.
He told me I could visit if we could keep it between us. His studio has a lot of expensive equipment and he doesn't want just anyone knowing what he has. I told him I was curious and willing to keep the secret. Joeys dad looked deep into my eyes, trying to see through me, into my deepest thoughts.
"So, you're curious?"
"I think I always have been ever since Joey mentioned your secret back room. I don't want to impose. It's probably nothing."
"I'll show you, but you need to know what I do down there. Do you know what you might be getting yourself in to?"
I slowly nodded, then shook my head. "I guess I'm really not sure. But like I said, I'm curious."
Joeys dad asked for my number. 'I'll send you some pictures. Then you can tell me if you want to see for yourself."
Before I even made it to my car, my phone signaled I have a text. The attachments were drawings from different porn websites. BDSM websites. Tall hairy men were using other men for sex. The men were bound, gagged, hooded, cuffed and strapped to the wall or over a bench. The drawings were very graphic. The last one was of a guy on his knees, bound in leather and chains, sucking the big cock of the Master in front of him. The message he sent with the pictures told me to view each one and tell him what sort of things I was curious about. There were a lot of different scenes. I kept looking back at the last one. The guy in leather and sucking his Master's fat cock.
I took a deep breath. I singled out that photo and replied. "I guess this is what I'm curious about, Sir."
I was remembering all this as I pulled into the drive. What was I getting myself into? Was this something I was actually going to enjoy? And why was he interested in me, anyway?
He answered the door and invited me in. We had drinks and some chips. Nothing was said about anything. I almost thought he had forgotten about why I was there. But, after out third beer, he asked me politely to stand up and turn my back to him. I obeyed. He gently took my arms and pinned then behind my back. I felt a wide leather strap wrap around them several times from my elbows down to around my wrists. They were pulled tight. Then tighter.
"That will hold you."
I started to look over my shoulder to see his face. But before I could turn to look behind me, a heavy leather hood was pulled over my face and around my head. No holes for my eyes or my mouth. Just a nose slot. It felt like it was form fitted for my face and head. The hood was stretched tighter and tighter around me. Finally a wide strap was secured under my chin, and around my neck. The leather was pressing so tight over my mouth, I was unable to speak at all. I felt him close to me. Holding me. With only my nose exposed I could feel his breath against my face. A hand slipped down over the round of my ass. It squeezed the cheek.
'I'm going to help you face your curiosity. And leave nothing to your imagination. I'm going to make you my cock slut. I know you want it. And I'm going to be sure you don't forget you asked me first. When we get downstairs, we're going to make an epic sex video. You and me. I know you want it. You want my cock inside you. Nod for me, bitch. Nod that you want it. And you want it all."
We stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Waiting. His hand still squeezing my ass. His face close to mine. "Tell me you want me to make you my bitch, sweetie."
From somewhere, somehow, some place deep inside me, it happened. I tried to say 'yes sir'. But only a quiet pathetic mumble could be mustered. So, slowly, I nodded.
Part 3
After the nervous walk down the stairs and stumbling through the studio, we ended up in the back room with dark red lights and all sorts of scary leather gear and chains hanging from the walls. The hood had been removed and I was placed on my knees, like the man in the picture I'd singled out from his message. Joeys dad was in front of me, dressed in only a black leather jock strap and a black T shirt. His cock was half hard and hanging in front of my virgin mouth.
Joeys dad leaned down and kissed my cheek. He told me he had always liked me very much. He said he would love me and we could be friends forever. He said we could be as kinky and perverted as I was willing to go. Then he stood up and stepped closer to me.
"Let's get this thing started. I've been waiting to blow my load in your warm, wet mouth, and all over your pretty face, ever since we met last week. If you want this, make me know it. Make me know you love me, and love my cock. Make me know you'll never stop sucking me off as long as I want you to. Prove you want me. Prove you want it all."
Well, I did my best. I couldn't believe I was so fucking horny and passionate. I went after his big fat cock like I'd been dreaming of it and craving this all my life. He told me he was impressed. He came twice before he let me free. It took 2 hours. My arms were pretty numb when the bindings finally were removed. After that, we laid on a bed in the corner of the room where we kissed, stroked and caressed each other for the rest of the day. During this time, he began to play with my ass. Eventually he had two fingers in me. He licked my hole and spread my cheeks until I'd relaxed and actually realized I was enjoying him giving it so much attention. With my hold well juiced up, he climbed on me. I gave out a gasp as he popped my butt cherry. The feeling of being penetrated was overwhelming. Sliding in and out. Such a different, loving feeling. I moaned that I loved it.
Having already ejaculated twice in the last couple of hours, it took almost a another half hour for him to cum again, this lime in my ass. He pumped me hard, then softly, then aggressive again. He was grabbing at my boy tits when he came. He grunted and pressed deeper inside me. I could swear I felt his hot jizz filling me.
"You're a good little bitch."
Part 4
A couple days later I got a link from him. The message asked me to look at the video, and check my Venmo account. I was curios so I checked my Venmo balance first. He has sent me $2500 dollars.
The video was of us. it was edited down to about an hour. beginning with me bound and hooded, then all the way through to when I was leaving for the day. He must have had dozens of cameras going. There were several angles and different views of every act and position. My face wasn't blurred. I was there in front of God and everyone. He said the video wasn't posted on line. He has a few friends who buy his porn. I wasn't sure if I believed him. But it was too late now, anyway.
Earlier today he messaged me again. He has a few requests from his perverted friends. He wondered if I'd like to try some other things. There might be a spanking paddle, or some other roleplay situations. He said one of his friends thought I was pretty. He asked if maybe I'd be willing to play a crossdresser caught and used like a slave. That sort of thing. He said the money would be twice as much as the first time. And, of course, we would both have a lot of fun, satisfying, sexual pleasure.
I received several pictures from him of those situations. Beginning with a guy in ladies clothing sucking off and being ass fucked by two other men. Strangely enough, when I received the message and the pictures, I was wearing a pair of my ex girlfriend's pink lace panties and matching bra, with another pair of her panties stuffed in my mouth like a gag, while I was jerking off.
So, easy to understand why I agreed?
