The first time I saw myself in a sex sling, it was quite shocking. Legs in stirrups, raised and spread wide. Naked, smooth, and covered in sweat while I held on to the chains on either side of my head for dear life. Looking up at the mirror that covered the ceiling of the room we were in, I was fixated on what was happening to me at that moment. Focusing on what was causing me to moan and quiver and utter half sentences about getting fucked. What was happening to me was a muscular dick gliding in to the hilt and then almost all the way out of my tight body as the swing went back and forth with each collision of hips and ass. It almost felt as if I was watching someone else get long-dicked as the cock withdrew from me. But each time the sling would rebound, it was being met with a firm thrust by the strong, focused man standing between my legs and that would quickly force me back into reality. I yelped and moaned and enjoyed the buzz created by each percussive collision of wet flesh on flesh and each sudden dilation of my insides around his thick member.
I first "met" Martin online. I was cruising Manhunt, basically just passing time, when I got a message from him saying, "Hello! You have a very nice profile and I feel we may enjoy spending time together if we got to know each other. Let me know if my interests match up with yours and we can talk more maybe? I think you have a submissive desire in you. - Martin". I found his message oddly charming as it was quite polite and yet boldly told me I was submissive. I suppose I knew why he thought I was submissive in nature as I basically said, as intelligently as I could, that I liked to suck bigger, stronger, and older guys dicks and get fucked by them :) I had never really sought out any sort of formal dom/sub hookup in the past. Not that I was against it by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, quite the opposite! I had often jerked off in the past to videos of twinks like me being fucked while in vulnerable and submissive positions, including in slings and other sex devices, as well as stories detailing what it felt like to give control up to an older, stronger man. For whatever reason though, I always felt like that kind of sex would stay in the realm of fantasy to me.
At this point I still wasn't ready to take the next steps as I checked out Martin's profile and began a brief exchange with him. One interesting thing was that he lived very close to me. I asked him what he had in mind, confirmed I was a little intrigued by the idea of being dominated, and told him I had no experience so I was a little intimidated. His profile basically said he was a German expat in the tech industry who liked to be in control, using toys and more while topping. Martin responded by unlocking his photos, which included a face shot as well as some photos that only served to increase my interest. In these photos Martin had a leather chest harness and a cock ring on. He was smooth and simply toned as hell. He looked truly strong with a sheen of sweat covering him. His face was handsome but he had a sincere, endearing look to him. Even though he was kitted out to dominate, he looked kind of geeky at the same time somehow. I was instantly taken with him. Martin then outlined what he was into. He had a variety of toys and some specific furniture he liked to use on sub twinks. He was not really into pain but more into control, light bondage using straps and things like that while he controlled anal play, oral, and fucking. He asked if I had ever used any sex furniture or any toys. I outlined my toy usage but admitted I had never been tied up or in any sort of "furniture". He asked if I wanted to talk more, maybe on the phone or in person and this is where I chickened out. Although I had a rock hard boner talking about all this, I was nervous about being restrained by someone I didn't know. I made sure to thank him for contacting me. Martin responded that he appreciated my politeness and that I should get in touch with him if I wanted to explore any of this in the future. He said he was going to add me as a buddy and I should do the same with him, just in case. With this small final order for me to keep my contact with him, he was gone. I kind of regretted not jumping at the chance, but I was ultimately happy enough jerking off thinking about the whole thing and calling it a night.
I was playing in an amateur tennis tournament when I came across Martin again. Not a huge surprise as we lived in the same neighborhood. I saw him playing and at first didn't know why I recognized him. I couldn't put my finger on it and found myself staring a bit. At one point, he noticed me looking at him, caught my eye and gave a small smile while ever so lightly raising his eyebrows. I began to blush profusely and turned my head away quickly and felt a little embarrassed. As the tourney continued, I still couldn't put my finger on it, but I just KNEW I knew him from somewhere. Then I caught him talking to someone across the court and his German accent rang out. It was then I realized where I knew him from and connected him to the Dom that I had talked to online. I felt a slight quiver in my cock as I thought about the implications. After the tournament many were still hanging around when Martin caught my eye and approached me, which made me begin to blush once again as he approached.
"Hello, I don't mean to be rude but do I know you from somewhere? I am feeling I know you're face from something."
"Yes, actually," I said, sure I was beet red. I looked around to make sure no one was listening and said, "We actually talked online a little while back." I gave him my screen name.
His face brightened and he said, "Oh yes! I do remember. You were very polite and seemed very nice. It is nice to meet you in person!" I obviously agreed.
One of the reasons I ultimately agreed to go over Martin's house was because of our interaction in person. He was extremely nice. And even though he knew I was interested, at least a little, in hooking up with him, Martin never used this opportunity to push any sort of hookup or anything on me. He simply was friendly and talked about our mutual interest in tennis. Before too long it was time to go though. Martin told me it was very nice to meet me as he took my hand in his strong hand to shake. He said, "It would be nice to see you again sometime." I agreed with a little blush and smile. With that he was gone.
I lasted about 2 hours when I got home before jumping online. Martin was not online but I decided to leave him a message. No reason to beat around the bush! I told him I really enjoyed meeting him in person and if his invitation to learn more about his "toys and furniture" was still open, I would love to partake.
The next day a message appeared in my box, "I would love to host you for some fun! When are you available?" He then outlined that I should make sure to be well hydrated and rested as well as well manicured.
Before long we had a date. It was a day during which I had three days off and we were meeting on the middle day. I arrived in the early afternoon. I was high in energy, almost jittery, clean as a whistle, and, of course, "Well hydrated".
Martin met me at the door of his super nice townhouse. Everything was sleek and new and impeccably clean and organized. We chatted a bit before Martin cut to the chase.
"Would you like to begin our play?", he said with a smile. I nodded and blushed. I felt a stirring in my loins :)
Martin led me down a corridor and directed me through a door into a bathroom that was attached to another room. He asked me to strip down and put my clothes in a cubby on the wall. He told me to then go into the other room attached to the bathroom when I was done. With a light touch to the small of my back and a smile, Martin departed. I stripped down, admiring my smooth body in the mirror. I looked myself in the eyes and smiled a little. I could tell I was in the right place, doing the right thing. With a little bit of butterflies in my stomach, I opened the door to the next room and stepped through.
After stepping into the room and closing the door behind me I gazed around with my mouth open. The butterflies in my stomach kept going and I felt my heart begin to race a little. I unconsciously began to salivate and activate muscles in my ass as the set up of the room drove home what an onslaught of sex I was in for today.
The first thing I noticed was that there were mirrors covering every wall and the entirety of the ceiling. Then, I took a closer look at the various furniture and accessories.
For starters, there was a fuck bench, which had a large padded surface onto which the bottom was strapped with his chest and stomach resting on the leather surface. The fuck bench also had lower, adjustable smaller pads on which the forearms and lower legs could be strapped down. Finally, it had a head rest with a hole for the face to stick through. I also realized a bonus of the hole in the headrest was that the bottom could clearly watch himself getting reamed out in a mirror that was embedded in the floor below the whole thing, all while strapped tight and posed into doggy position.
Second, I noticed two posts in the middle of the room. From the posts, 4 chains with restraints on the end were affixed. There was also a hook on center, above the mirror, from which currently hung a sling with stirrups and wrist restraints.
There was also what appeared to be a kind of leather seat with a reclined back at a 45 degree angle, a small seat, and no armrests.
