Back in 1973 I was a nineteen-year old English University student learning about bondage and discipline. I'd spent the night with Gary, an older man who'd shown me how to suck and fuck for the first time.
"Hey, wakey-wakey, it's nine o'clock already and my cock can't wait any longer. Roll over so I can get the cuffs back on."
I was groggy and disoriented, but the sight of his cock woke me up instantly. He cuffed my wrists and rolled me over onto my back, then dragged me across the mattress until my head hung backwards over the edge. His insistent cock went right to the back of my throat and his balls slapped my face, and then surprised me by leaning over my body to suck my cock.
To judge by the sound of his moaning he was really enjoying having my dick in his mouth, which seemed to make him forget how I was placed underneath him. I found it hard to breathe with his dick down my throat, my arms cuffed beneath me and his weight resting on my torso. There was nothing I could do other than gurgle loudly and skitter my legs madly across the mattress each time I felt like I was choking.
Thankfully, he would always pull out long enough for me to gulp down a few breaths before his dick went back in, and after a while I was relaxed enough to enjoy yet another first; I'd sucked cock and been fucked and now my own dick was getting sucked!
Soon neither of us could hold back any longer; first an orgasm worked it's way up through my overloaded systems and triggered one of his in response. He swallowed my cum and left his dick in my throat; lying upside down as I was meant my throat got clogged with his jism, which cut off my air supply and made me pass out for a few seconds.
When I came around, I lay drawing in giant breaths, feeling pleased and amazed that he'd just sucked my dick! I could see him grinning at me from my upside-down viewpoint.
"Nice cock baby, it looks good and tastes even better. I'm sorry about choking you, but I was so randy I couldn't stop myself. I'll take those cuffs off again, so you can use the bathroom while I get on with breakfast."
After we polished off a giant breakfast we sat around for the rest of the morning without bothering to put our clothes back on, talking and listening to the radio. After lunch he got the cuffs and the silk ties that he'd used before and spent the next couple of hours tying me up in various ways, getting me to suck his dick or sucking mine.
This went on until about four in the afternoon, when he had me lying hog-tied on my back on the couch with his knees on my chest and his groin in my face, seemingly on the verge of cumming. But we were interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing. He climbed off me and picked it up, had a short conversation out of my hearing then sat back down on the couch to explain.
"That was Malcolm calling, he's the bloke who owns this house. He was supposed to spend the weekend in London, but his friend's come down with a bad cold, so he'll be back here a couple of hours. He wanted to know if I'd like to come up for a drink when he gets home.
"Bill and I have known him for years, through our mutual interest in bondage and discipline. I didn't tell him about you, because I wanted to ask you first if you wanted to check with you first. You're the kind of submissive boy he loves playing with, but I should warn you he can get quite intense, more than me or Bill.
"The two of us have had a fun time and this is all new to you, so I'll understand if you want to call it a day and let me pop you home. But if you stay around I guarrantee you a very interesting evening. So, what do you want to do?"
This friend of his sounded equally frightening and arousing and so far this had been a fantasy weekend which I didn't want it to end!. I told him yes immediately and emphatically. He responded by untying me and putting his clothes on before handing me my own jeans and shirt.
"Here, get dressed and we'll just relax until Malcolm gets here; we'd better be fresh for this evening's activities, not worn out with playing around."
For the next couple of hours he read a book while I snoozed on the couch, wondering about the stranger I was about to meet. I'd actually dozed off until Gary shook me awake at six o'clock and told me to follow him up the back stairs leading up to the the main floor of the house.
Once up there I stood nervously next to him while he introduced me to a distinguished looking, older man who greeted us. He looked to be in his early fifties, a couple of inches shorter than me with a trim body, a full head of fair hair, a pair of brown eyes, a prominent nose and a large chin. He was wearing a smart blue blazer, dark trousers, along with a dazzling white shirt and regimental tie.
He stood looking me over while Gary apologized for bringing an overnight guest into his house. He looked so forbidding that I was glad to see a grin break across his face.
"Oh, don't be silly, Gary. I told you to treat the basement as your own home while you're were here. You can invite anyone you like, but especially a smart young man like this. You've had him here since last night? Come on in and give me all the gory details of what you've done to him while I make us all a drink."
He brought the drinks over to us and fired questions at Gary while I sat in embarrassed silence, nervously sipping my drink. Gary told him about my punishment sessions with Bill and how Bill had "lent" me to him for his last weekend in England before going abroad. By the time Gary finished describing our evening and day together I was blushing hot as Malcolm stared directly at me.
"OK, son, so far I can see that you're tall and slim and blue eyed; get those clothes off so I can see the rest."
Twenty four hours before I would have been shocked to the core if a stranger had told me to get naked, but now I had no hesitation in standing up to peel off my shirt and pull down my jeans, He grinned approvingly at my lack of underwear and signalled me to turn around for the back view. By the time I turned back around my cock had already sprung to attention.
