Discoveries, Part I

I'm tired of laying on the sofa. It's been a month since I re-injured my back and nothing much seems to be helping. I've read enough books and even watched some bad TV on the internet, but somewhere in my silly little head the sex monster is still lurking. I guess that's a good sign. So sex monster decided to have another go at fiction. Hope you enjoy.

Discoveries, Part I

dk was always a bit nervous when he signed on to the chats. he wasn't particularly good at it for starters. he fumbled for the right words, felt like he sounded stupid and green, and he feared letting his real feelings and desires come through this impersonal forum. But he headed here when he felt the urges growing inside him, looking for some sort of connection to men he could trust and learn from.

One man always put him at ease, though: SirJay. Somehow their chats seemed to cut through some of the bullshit. SirJay was patient with him, seemed genuinely curious in his fears and limits, wasn't pushing him for some immediate pick-up, and when SirJay described some of His own adventures dk found himself drawn closer to the man. dk had checked around and found that SirJay was greatly respected in the local community as a no-nonsense, genuine, caring, funny, and creative Top. All of dk's friends encouraged him to give SirJay a try if the opportunity came up.

dk had looked at every single picture of SirJay's at his profile site. Actually he'd looked multiple times and whacked off to those pictures multiple times as well. One gallery in particular, "Straitjackets," made his head spin, his dick hard, his breathing short, and scared the snot out of him. he'd never told SirJay, but his greatest desire and his greatest fear related to someday having an opportunity to wear one of those beautiful leather straitjackets.

It was yet another lonely Friday night for dk when a request for a private chat from SirJay popped on the screen. dk clicked "ok." A message appeared:

--Good evening, dk!
--Good evening, Sir! Many thanks for the chat request. It really pleases me that you take the time to chat with me, Sir.
--That's very kind of you, boy. I enjoy it or I wouldn't do it! So what's up with you tonight?
--The same. Horny. LOL.
--Same here. As always. Feel like doing something about it?

dk gulped. his groin was already on fire. SirJay frequently hinted at him coming over and dk had very carefully avoided it, never insulting, and always letting SirJay know how flattered he was by the invites. Tonight the fire was raging very strong. he closed his eyes, typed, and hit "enter."

--yes, Sir.

there was a long pause and no reply. dk was about to pass out, wondering what he'd done wrong, holding his breath, wishing that he'd never sent that blasted message.

--I am so pleased, dk. I know how much courage it took for you to say that. I also know, lol, just how horny you must be! So I'm gonna make this as easy as possible. No big bullshit, no Master/slave protocols, but also no time to sit around and think. I'll send address and map to your e-mail. Come over now. Don't think about it. Don't second guess. Just do it. And here's my promise: we don't have to do a damn thing if you decide you don't want to. We can have a beer and take more time to get to know each other. Nothing more. Or we can explore a little bondage if you want. Nothing more. You'll know what's right when you get here. And I promise to listen to you. And respect. Yes? Let a friend know you're coming over here. Tell your friend you'll call at 10:00 to let him know you're okay. It's safer that way. And I won't be offended.

dk read the instant message three times. his email announced an incoming message. It was the map and address as promised.

--i'm on my way, Sir.

--good boy. you won't regret it.

dk printed the map, did a quick check in the mirror, brushed his teeth, grabbed his leather jacket, keys, phone and headed out. On the way over he called his friend Keith and left a message where he was headed and to expect a call from him at 10:00. he was sort of glad Keith hadn't answered. he was so nervous and really didn't want to talk. he knew he just needed to act on the impulse and take "the big step."

It took little time to find SirJay's house. It was a quiet middle-class neighborhood with simple bungalows lining the street. He parked outside the address given to him, took one big breath, and went to the front door. dk knew it was now or never. he had to address his fears and desires; he wanted this too badly to not just do it.

dk knocked and the door opened almost immediately. he damn near swooned when he saw SirJay for the first time in person. SirJay was so much better looking in person: a big man, a big smile, big hairy arms, dressed in leather jeans, leather boots, and a simple black t-shirt. He stretched his hand out to shake with dk, then pulled him into His arms giving him a warm, strong hug. One hand reached up to cup the back of dk's neck, reassuring, comforting, and causing dk's dick to strain in his blue jeans.

"Come on in! Or we'll have to get naked here and do it on the porch, kiddo!" His laugh was robust and warm. dk damn near melted.

SirJay pulled him into the living room shutting the door behind them and guided dk to sit next to him on a leather sofa dominating the small living room. dk took in his surroundings and saw a comfortable, tasteful home filled with quality furniture and some intriguing art. he hadn't really known what to expect, although he had wondered if the house would be totally given over to SirJay's dungeon needs.

SirJay watched dk's eyes take in everything, finally settling back on SirJay himself.

"Disappointed? Hoping there'd be a St. Andrews cross in here instead? Or a bed of nails? Or 5 boys locked in cages?" SirJay's eyes twinkled.

"No, Sir." he gulped. "Well, maybe, Sir."

SirJay laughed again, so freely. dk didn't feel that SirJay was making fun of him, but, as before, the laughter put him at ease, making him realize that most of his fears were baseless.

"All the gear, toys, clothing, furniture are in the basement. It's why I bought this house. I drove my real estate agent a bit crazy because every time she showed me a house the first thing I looked at was the basement."

dk smiled. he'd seen all the pics that SirJay had but didn't realize until now that they were taken in a basement setting.

"You wanna see? Get the 'full' tour, so to speak?" Without giving dk a chance to respond he pulled him to his feet and guided him to a door tucked in an alcove near the front door. SirJay pulled a key from His pocket and unlocked 3 deadbolts holding the door shut. "I've got thousands invested down here," he said "and I don't really give a good fuck if somebody wants to break in and steal the TV, but there's no way they're getting My gear!"

He flicked on a light and let dk step in front of him. dk slowly descended the stairs with SirJay following, his hands resting lightly on dk's shoulders. It was the smell that hit him first. There was a mixture of heavy, musty leather, ripe latex and rubber, old cum. sweat, and hormones. dk took deliberate deep breaths, each one helping him to relax and grow even hornier.

At the bottom of the stairs SirJay nudged him to turn right. dk was awestruck. Here was all the equipment he'd seen in all the pictures. A bondage bed, a hanging cage, the St. Andrews cross, a bondage chair, a barbers chair with multiple straps. It went on and on. dk began to quiver and could feel his knees getting weak.

SirJay wrapped His beefy arms gently around dk's chest, standing behind him, and just whispered in his ear. "Too much, too soon, I know, but there's no easy way to show you just one thing at a time. And I won't use any of it, unless you tell Me you want to, that you're ready to try it."

dk felt stronger and was getting his breath back. "It's beautiful, Sir. And overwhelming."

SirJay laughed again and pulled dk toward the left wall. There were pegboards covered with every bondage device imaginable. dk wasn't even sure what some of the items were for. his eyes danced over the straps and cuffs and hoods and gags. "Anything in particular catch your eye, boy?" dk couldn't answer. he was intrigued by it all and afraid of most of it. SirJay pulled a simple black leather collar from the pegboard and held it out to dk. "Here. Just this. Feel it." dk took it in his trembling hands, felt how soft the leather was, saw the locking buckle, and felt the urge in himself to wear it. SirJay took it back from him, stepped behind him and placed the collar on dk, pulling the leather strap through the buckle firmly, but not too tight. He reached to the pegboard and pulled down a small padlock, inserting the hasp through the locking mechanism and clicking it shut.

dk turned around to face SirJay and buried his face in the Man's chest. "You've never really done this, have you, son."

"No, Sir."

"Well, welcome to my world. I'm pretty sure you belong here."

For the next hour SirJay and dk played. And truly it was like play. No sexual pressure. SirJay showed him how each piece of equipment worked, allowed dk to try on various items like wrist cuffs, blindfolds, gags. dk even got the nerve to try on one of the leather hoods. As SirJay laced it on him dk could feel his dick growing very hard and he started to get very short of breath again. This time, however, SirJay didn't back off, finishing the lacing then attaching a blindfold to the hood. SirJay didn't insert the gag that went with the hood. He knew it would be too much too soon for the boy.

SirJay quickly placed locking cuffs on the boy's wrists and attached them to nearby poles leaving dk stretched completely out. He undid the waist of the boy's jeans, unzipped them, and started to stroke the dripping boycock. In a matter of seconds dk quivered throughout his body and shot a huge load. he was gasping for air as SirJay continued to slowly stroke several smaller loads from the boy.

SirJay carefully removed the hood and the wrist cuffs, leaving the locked collar in place and held the boy in a tight hug. "Yup. I'm pretty sure you belong here."

Part II tomorrow. I promise!