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Taboo Podcast Vegas presents a trilogy of podcast episodes that explore man-on-man-bondage.
Listen to “Bound to Hurt” episode 3:
“Bound to Hurt 3: Fantasies Come True” (explicit illustrated story)
Original story and images by Madeira Desouza of Las Vegas
Let me be completely honest here. I was deeply terrified by the very thought of meeting another man and allowing him to restrain me. To have him bind my arms at my wrists held loosely behind my back, and then for him to tie my ankles together took my fucking breath away. I would be powerless to defend myself.
Wow. I wanted the feeling of giving up control and turning over my entire body to another man oh so very much. The thought of surrendering myself to another man so completely filled my mind on a regular basis. Like every day. No exaggerating here at all. I mean it. Every fucking day.
I knew what I wanted to experience. I would be bound to get hurt. Yeah, Not sensible, right? Not safe at all. I could be really injured, perhaps permanently, but that’s what I want. Bound to get hurt. Physically. Emotionally. I want to experience those things very much. For the very first time in my life.
My name is Tom. I was born and raised in the Midwest, a stereotypical setting where agriculture had once been the dominant industry.
But there suddenly were no farms left in my little town, no new industry or businesses to replace what we had lost forever. I was desperate to get out. I wanted much more for myself than I ever would find in that quaint Midwestern life into which I was born. So yeah, I moved away to the big city. I was ready to experience real life. That’s what I told myself. Real life, not some stereotype of a life in a once thriving farming town.
By the time I reached the age of 22, I was pleased with my looks. I had devoted a lot of time and energy to working out, and I became very healthy. I looked very beefy and masculine–just to pick a couple of descriptive words here. But I wanted to experience being dominated completely by another man who was around my own age. I wanted to surrender myself to him completely and let him have his way with me in an intense man-on-man bondage setting.
My luck changed suddenly. One day after what seemed like forever, I finally lucked out and I met a guy using one of those apps for hooking up with someone. He was my age. He was Black. And I am white.
It seemed like an ideal situation for me. I have always been aroused so intensely by a particular type of guy—young masculine men with muscles who have dark skin.
And there we were, The moment I had been waiting for. We met face to face in a small hotel room on an upper floor in the downtown business district. He started to tell me his name, but I asked him not to let me know that. He asked me whether I preferred mysteries. I just nodded, but I said nothing in reply to his question.
I saw he had a large gym bag, which I guess carried the tools of bondage that I would soon find out about. We were both completely naked quickly. I admired his muscular body from across the hotel room in anticipation that very soon I would have my sexual fantasies fulfilled after waiting all these many years. So I chose to walk up next to him in that hotel room. I wanted to feel the heat being given off by his naked body as I positioned myself completely nude very close to him. I put my right arm across the back of his neck and over his muscular shoulders.
Doing that took my breath away as I experienced a new sense of pleasure that was unknown to me. He told me he understood that he was to be the dominant one in that hotel room. He noted that I was taller than him. I said to him, “I am here because I want you to use bondage and to have rough sex with me. That’s what I want here today. You are the dominant one, not me.”
Hearing this enticing young man tell me that he would definitely be the one to dominate me sexually in that hotel room. Oh my God, what a special moment for me. I felt a deep sense of joy welling up inside my heart. At the same time, I was so quickly aroused by him. I was rock solid in no time at all. My cock pointed upwards, proving to me that it was well worth waiting so long for this very special moment to arrive. He pushed me aggressively to the bed and pointed for me to sit down on the edge of the mattress. Then he sat very closely next to me. He draped his muscular right leg over my left thigh so I could not get away from him on that bed. Then he reached over and gently touched my manhood, making me lose control of my emotions.
I suddenly felt deliriously happy and didn’t give a fuck whether this man saw that I had tears in my eyes. He reached down to the foot of the bed and retrieved his gym bag. Just as I had guessed that bag was where he carried all his bondage tools and toys, including small lengths of rope. I stared into his eyes as he tied my wrists behind my back just tightly enough to demonstrate that I was not going to break free.
Why in the world would I ever want to break free? This specific act of bondage using rope was so clearly familiar–my wrist tied behind my back with rope. This was the most consistent fantasy I had since I was a teenager. And that’s when I realized that this man owned me completely. I was his. He was completely in charge.
I heard him say, “Now I’m gonna fuck you, cowboy style.” He stretched out on his back on the bed and told me to sit on top of his well-lubricated cock so that he fit tightly inside my anus. I did what he told me to do, exactly like he wanted. I placed my legs on either side of him, like riding a horse. He said that.
But as he plunged upwards into me, I rode this man’s thick and sizable member. Believe me when I tell you, riding him did not feel anywhere near the experiences I’d had riding horses back home.
He pounded me, thrusting his pelvic region very steadily and strongly. He banged into me up and down again and again. He was unrelenting. I wondered if he would go on like that for an hour without stopping. The pain he made me feel was so strong–all new to me. But the pleasures of the pain he forced upon me were even stronger. I yelled out involuntarily.
That’s when he shouted at me: “Cowboy, getting fucked. You need this so much!” We both shot off at that moment for some reason. I held my breath. I knew that was a mistake.
I passed out and fell over off the bed to the floor of that hotel room. So weird. I do not believe I was still there, not in that hotel room. It felt like a dream world. I was really disoriented. I knew I had passed out, that much was certain. But everything else was hazy and confusing to me. I could not focus my eyes or my mind. Was I dreaming? Was I dead?
And what did I see when I was there? Yeah, that’s the weirdest part. I saw him. He was there in that hotel room. He was down on his knees by himself. He was bringing himself a wild, juicy orgasm while he knelt on that floor.
He shouted out in extreme pleasure as he shot off. It was beautiful to watch him ejaculating like that, so powerfully. Then I saw him standing next to another man. It was as if he had a twin brother. They looked identical as I stared at these two muscular Black men standing together in that hotel room.
Took my breath away. Believe me, I felt so dizzy. Could not figure out if what I was seeing was actually happening to me or not. They spoke in unison: “You wanted bonded bondage. We will give you bondage. We will hurt you. And you will never forget how we did. How we make you feel.”
Suddenly I was able to see myself once again in that hotel room. I was there. I was present in that hotel room. They both were there also. We were all together, three of us naked. I felt so attracted to them.
One of them got behind me and restrained me using his powerful arms. The other one stood in front of me. He began kicking me where it counts. Ball-busting me over and over.
Hurt so bad, felt so good. I could not stop them. Two against one, not fair.
Then I felt the one behind me entering me. As I stood there, unable to get away, I realized that my wrists were tied once again with rope. He bent me over and fucked me from behind very rough and unmerciful. At the exact same time, the other one got in front of me and forced me to suck his cock while getting fucked from behind by his twin.
I felt like I was gonna die like that, taking it at both ends all at the same time. I was lost, gone completely. Nowhere I was familiar with. Just somewhere else in an altered state of consciousness.
The two of these powerful and insatiable men together did things to me I never imagined were possible to do. I was crying. I was laughing. They punched me in my face, hurting me but also making me beg for the brute force of their clenched fists as they kept smashing into my jaw.
I wanted this all to stop, and yet at the same time I wished it would go on and on and on for several hours. My wrists were bound behind my back with rope. A teenage boy’s fantasies pushed roughly into extremes once he was no longer just a boy, merely masturbating alone in his bed. He was a grown man, willingly allowing other men to take him to places and feelings and life experiences that he could not have dreamed about in those innocent days when he was back home in Indiana.
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