Journal entry December 1st.
Thursday evening. And Christmas looms closer. All the ads and shopping etc...Can't wait for it to be over. Bah-Humbug. Haha. This month actually turns out to be slow business wise. Quiet around the house. Will try and make plans with wifey this weekend. That lingerie store on Route 1? There was a movie she'd hinted at.
Closing off for now. Hoping for a nice, horny dream.
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"Are you sure about this? Positive?"
"Oh yes."
They had met in an online, adult chat room. Cybering with Eric was truly awesome. Inventive descriptive, gay scenarios. Erotically teasing. Explicit and gritty. Both attaining orgasm. Eventually they exchanged photos, personal info and phone conversations. Eric arranged their initial meeting at a coffee house and the subsequent date at his home.
Oh yes. The simple phrase had that correct submissive tone. Often he'd become Master Eric online indulging in mild S&M. Standing in the luxurious parlor, I took in his awesome physique.
Curly flaming red hair surrounded a rugged, clean shaven face. Pearly white teeth. Cut-off blue tee shirt displaying muscular arms. Tight leather pants hugging his charms. Sandals.
"You're...umm...a hunk." I quipped, touching Eric's freckled skin.
"Thank you. Strip now." I blushed at the command, quickly complying and stood naked for his scrutiny.
"You have a nice, muscular body Don." He quietly stated, casually walking around me. Checking me out.
"Follow me please." We entered the adjoining, dimly lit room. Centered under the skylight was a sizable contraption that reminded me of a Nautilus machine. Eric firmly led me to the L-shaped padded chair. The seat itself was tiny with only enough room to support the back of my tush. My genitals were totally exposed, hung loosely like a Christmas ornament.
"Gonna truss you up now." I took short breaths, arms and legs were stretched out and backwards against other parts of this padded contraption. In several efficient seconds, wrists, biceps, ankles and thighs are firmly restrained using Velcro tabs. Eric smiled slipping a wide leather belt across my tummy, cinched tightly to the back support. Basically immobile and at his mercy I suddenly realize he's done this before.
"Just relax man. I'm not going to hurt you...much...only bring pleasure like you've never known." Eric's friendly, hazel eyes flashed.
He lightly kissed my forehead, ears and nose. Full manly lips closed tenderly against mine. Eric's warm hands caressed my temples, face and neck. Knowing fingers swirled around chest hairs and tweaked my pebble like nipples. His tactile, arousing massage moved slowly and deliberately across my torso. As he knelt, I lustfully stared at Eric's muscular biceps. His palm fondled my hairless scrotum.
"Mmm. I love shaved balls. So...lick-able." Reaching to the nearby cabinet, he pulled open a drawer. Eric held the purple, torpedo shaped anal probe for inspection. My tormentor smeared a dollop of gel around the smooth 3 inch item, gently moving the tip into my pucker.
