A tale from the old gay sauna-bar in Bournemouth, UK.
There used to be a massive sauna and bar for gay men in Bournemouth. My favorite part of it was a dark play area with private rooms, public rooms, and a bondage room.
In the bondage playroom lived a bondage bench. It was designed to be knelt over doggie style with two padded shelves for legs and a padded top section. The leg shelves had straps for ankles, shins, and thighs. The top section had a strap to go over your back, a loop either side to attach wrist cuffs, and a loop at the front to attach a collar. When in use, it presented the occupant's bottom in the perfect position to spank or fuck, while his mouth was at just the right height to suck cock. Like a lot of the heavier equipment, it didn't get a lot of use, as people were understandably nervous about being so restrained in such a public place.
After plucking up the courage to strap myself to that bench, I bought a collar to match my cuffs and took a visit to the sauna-bar. This time, however, the bench was already in use. A slim, much older guy was laying on it awaiting some attention. Unfortunately for him, everyone else in the room was busy with each other, leaving him untouched. He wasn't strapped in, so what he was doing actually seemed a little tame to me.
I really wanted to be in his position, but I could hardly ask to trade places - after all, he got to the bench first. The simplest solution was to make him cum, but I wasn't properly horny myself yet.
Nearby, a guy was kneeling on the floor sucking a cock. Let's call him "BJ". He was just taking a big load of cum in his mouth, so I waited until the guy he was sucking walked away, then approached and offered my cock as a replacement. Some of the cum he'd just taken was still in his mouth and dribbling down his chin. It made a lovely sight as I watched him get to work on me!
I let him suck me until I was rock hard and said "I don't want to cum yet, but thanks for getting me going." "No problem", he replied with a grin. Within seconds, he was sucking yet another cock.
Now fully hard, I rolled on a condom and approached the bench. The older guy was still prone, desperate for some action. I stroked his back, arms, legs, the back of his neck and caressed his fingers. He groaned in ecstasy and parted his legs. My hands found his cock, so I began stroking him to a slightly soft erection.
I could see he'd already lubed himself, so I just added some to my condom and pressed gently against his asshole. He pushed back against me, and I slipped in easily. With little warning, I slid my entire 9 inches into him in just a couple of strokes. He yelled out in that unique combination of overwhelming pleasure with just a little pain. "You OK?" I asked. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Don't stop!", he gasped in reply.
His exclamation drew the attention of the other couple of guys in the room. As they gathered to watch, I withdrew my length almost entirely, then plunged into him again and again. BJ crawled under the bench and started sucking the old man's cock. Within just a couple of minutes, BJ was swallowing another load of cum. The orgasm was loud and powerful. His entire body trembled, and he flopped down, spent. I helped him up, and he wobbled away out of the playroom.
My mission was accomplished; the bench was mine!
After disposing of my condom, I knelt on the bench's leg shelves and began to fasten my ankles to the relevant straps. BJ offered his help, so I bent over and let strap me in. He worked up from my ankles to my shins, then thighs, then my back, and finally attached my cuffs and collar to the rings on the edges of the bench. He buckled the straps far tighter than I would have been able to, rendering me almost completely restrained. I had inserted lube into myself earlier, but I'd also collected a few extra pouches of lube and a handful of condoms from the bar. BJ placed the collection on my back and very kindly rubbed some more lube into my ass and stretched me a little. He then crawled back under the bench to lick my cock.
