Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 17:09:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: t baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: All Tied Up

All Tied Up
(c) 2003by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved


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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!


If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required;
however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort
of chance.

If you like this let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be
acknowledged - flames will be ignored.


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ALL TIED UP


	Let me start out by telling you a little about me - my name is
Chung Son Yi, here in Los Angeles that ended up being Sonny Chung. That's
okay I guess, but it isn't the same. As you must have figured out I'm
Chinese, I came to the USA to go to school and then when the demonstrations
happened in Beijing I applied for asylum. After about a year of waiting, my
application was approved and now I'm an American Citizen. I'm just thirty
years old and stand 5 foot, 2 inches, I have a 5 inch uncircumcised cock,
and I weigh 130 pounds soaking wet. I don't have much body hair - even my
beard is sparse enough that I have always been able to just pluck the few
hairs that do grow and never shave. Oh yeah, I'm gay!
	I picked up a copy of the magazine in a bar and when I got home I
just dropped it in the corner -- it wasn't until a few days later that I
actually read it. Most of the stories were not all the interesting, but
then I got to the personal ads. There were an awful lot of them that
required dialing either a 900 or 976 number at over $ 1.50 per minute. I
guess I might do that if the ad was really hot, but none of them seemed to
feel all that interesting, then in the small section where people posted
ads with regular phone numbers I found the one that would stick with me for
some time to come.

			  BONDAGE SLAVE REQUIRED
		   Must be 18-35, under 5'8", Inexp. OK
		      No smoke/drugs, Asian/Latin ++
			No phone sex (xxx) xxx-xxxx

	I had bought some bondage magazines and even a couple of videos,
but the only real bondage I had ever tried was alone with a pair of
handcuffs that didn't need a key to open them so that I knew I could
release myself. This sounded like the real thing and it excited, and
scared, me completely. I think I jacked off just thinking about the ad a
couple of time a day for three weeks.
	I must have started to make the call five times a day, but I never
could finish dialing the number. When I finally did actually get the nerve
to finish dialing I hung up as soon as the phone was picked up -- I didn't
even stay on the line long enough to hear the guys voice. I think this went
on for several days before I managed to get the courage to stay on the line
only to hear an answering machine:
	"You have reached the dungeon, the Master is torturing a slave at
the moment [sound of a whip cracking and a scream in the background], but
he will return your call when he if finished. Leave your name, phone
number, and any other pertinent information after the tone. [BEEP!]"
	After the tone I hung up, I didn't know what to say and was still
afraid to leave my phone number. I think I chickened out half a dozen more
time when I heard the beep and then when I made the call I heard His voice
for real, not just a recording.
	"This is the Dungeon Master, who is bothering me?"
	"Uh, hello? I-I-I'm calling about an ad in a magazine," I said with
a trembling voice.
	"Okay, so what do you want?" His voice was commanding and harsh.
	"Are you still looking for a bondage slave, Sir?" I asked, almost
hoping that he would say 'no' and hang up on me.
	"I still have a cell available, are you applying?"
	"Yes, Sir, I think I am."
	"You 'think you are?' What's the matter; don't you know what you're
doing? I don't waste my time with guys who just 'think' they are replying
to my ad!" His voice seemed to almost sneer at me. I was scared and fully
erect at the same time.
	"I'm sorry Sir, yes, I'm replying to you ad." I was trembling and
still so sexually excited that I thought I might cum right then and there
on the phone.
	"Okay, then tell me about yourself."
	"M-my name is Sonny, I'm 30 years old, 5'2", 130 lbs., smooth body,
and Chinese. What else do you want to know, Sir?" That wasn't so difficult
was it I asked myself.
	"I want to know anything you think I should know about you
including what kind of experience you have as a slave."
	"Your ad said inexperienced was okay and I've never done anything
like this with someone before -- all I've done is to handcuff myself for a
little while and it felt extremely exciting."
	"So, now you think you're ready to be a bondage slave?" That sneer
was back in his voice.
	"I don't know, Sir. I would just like to try it and see if it is
for me."
	"Well then, you'll have to come to my dungeon and try on some
chains, won't you? Where do you live?"
	"I live in Hollywood, but I don't have a car and I'm still rather
new here so I don't know how to get around very well. Is there any way that
you could come to my place, at least for the first time?"
	There was a pause that was long enough that I began to think that
he had hung up because I couldn't come to him then he said, "I'll have to
check my schedule. Give me your phone number and I'll call you back in a
few minutes."
	Now it was my turn to pause -- did I really want to give this total
stranger my phone number? Well, I had called him so I decided I would and
gave it to him. He repeated it to me, said he would call back within thirty
minutes and hung up.
	I sat there with the phone in my hand, listening to the dial
tone. What had I just done? Why had I done it? What would happen next? I
was scared shitless, but I was still rock-hard -- I started to reach down
to jack off, but decided that I would wait until he called back, if he
called back.
	I sat there next to the phone watching the clock as the minutes
ticked by, each one seeming to take an hour. At the end of thirty minutes,
I was on pins and needles, expecting the phone to ring at any moment and
still wondering if I would answer it if it did.
	RING!
	I almost jumped out of my skin. "Hello," I said.
	"Hi Sonny," said a voice I knew very well, it was a friend who
lived a few blocks away. "I wondered if you wanted to go out to the dance
club tonight?"
	"Uh, I don't know, I'm waiting for a very important phone call and
I may be all tied up. I need to keep the phone line open. I'll call you
back if I want to go."
	"I told you that you need 'Call Waiting' but you're just too
cheap."
	"I'll talk with you later about that, too, bye."
	"Okay, good-bye," he said and hung up.
	I looked at the clock, a couple of minutes had passed, what if he
had called and got a busy signal, would he call me again? Should I call him
back just in case? I didn't know what to do.
	RING!
	I didn't jump as much this time, but I did pause, trying to decide
if I would answer it or let my machine take the call.
	RING!
	I screwed up my courage and picked up the phone. "Hello," I said
trying to show a confidence that I didn't feel.
	"Slave," said that same, almost dangerous voice. "I can come over
there this afternoon in about half an hour, give me your address."
	Well, this was the final hurdle; once I gave him my address there
was no way I could hide who I was from him. Was I doing the right thing? I
still didn't know.
	"Are you going to tell me your address or should I just hang up?"
He sounded angry.
	"I'm sorry, Sir, I have only lived here for a short time and I had
to look to make sure I gave you the correct information." Now exactly true
-- but I had only been in this apartment for a few weeks. I gave him my
address and apartment number.
	"I'll be there in about thirty minutes -- I expect you to answer
the door completely naked, is that understood?"
	Gulp?!? Naked? "Yes, Sir," I managed to get out and without saying
anything else he hung up.
	Now what? I guess I could just go out and not be here when he
arrived, only then I would never get up the nerve to do something like this
again.
	I decided that I would take a shower before he arrived, and then I
also tried to clean myself up everywhere else. When I looked at the clock,
I saw that almost twenty-eight minutes had passed. I went back into the
living room and waiting for the doorbell to ring.
	Once again, the time was passing extremely slowly, it seemed like
each minute was five minutes long. Finally, I tried to look away from the
clock and just concentrate on what might happen once He got here. When I
looked again it was now almost forty minutes since he had called - was he
going to stand me up and not come after all?
	BING! BONG!
	It was the doorbell, was it him? He told me to answer the door in
the nude - I had never done something like that before. Of course, I had
never invited a total stranger over to my home for bondage sex either.
	BING! BONG!
	"I'm coming," I said loudly. I opened the door and stood there,
stark naked, in full view of whoever it was that rang my doorbell - God I
hoped it was him. I just realized that I didn't know a thing about him, I
had never asked him what he looked like or what his name was and now I was
standing naked before the person I hoped was him.
	He nodded his head and strode into the apartment. The first thing I
noticed was that he was tall, at least six feet and rather large, I would
guess about 225 lbs. He was dressed in black leather from head to toe and
he was carrying a small black leather duffel bag over his shoulder. I stood
there, my head turning and my eyes following him into the room while my
body remained there in the doorway, displayed to anyone who might happen to
be looking.
	"Are you a statue or can you close the door and get your ass over
here?" he said in that same deep, sexy voice I had first heard on the
phone.
	"Sorry, Sir," I said as I closed the door and hurried to stand
directly in front of him. I was still looking him over, drinking in his
being, feeling the sexuality that seemed to radiate from him.
	"Okay, slave," he said, "slaves don't look up at their Master
without permission. Keep your eyes downcast at all times."
	His voice was magic, I automatically did as I was told, casting my
gaze toward the floor and looking at his black leather motorcycle boots.
	"You think you have what it takes to be a bondage slave?" he asked.
	"Yes Sir, I do," I replied.
	He dropped the duffel bag on the table in front of the sofa and
zipped it open. "Okay then, turn around and put your hands behind your
back."
	I did as I was told and felt him buckling leather cuffs around my
wrists. The cuffs were fastened together so that my wrists were crossed and
then he snapped some sort of locks into the buckles with rather loud
clicks.
	"These cuffs are reinforced with steel chains and the only way they
can be removed is with my key. You are now my prisoner until such time as I
decide to release you. Do you understand, slave?"
	"Uh, yes, Sir," I mumbled softly.
	He slapped my ass, hard. "I didn't hear you, slave."
	"Yes, Sir," I said more forcefully.
	"That's better, when I speak to you I expect you to answer loud
enough for me to hear you the first time."
	"Yes, Sir."
	"Do you live alone?" he asked.
	"Yes, Sir." Should I have said that I had a roommate and that he
would be home in an hour or so? Would that have protected me if I needed to
be protected? Oh well, too late!
	"Down on the floor," he ordered.
	I complied and then felt him cuff my ankles together in the same
fashion as my wrists and then he bent my knees and ran a piece of chain
from my wrists to my ankles, leaving me completely helpless. My cock was at
full erection as it rubbed against the rough carpet.
	He rolled me over onto my side and started rubbing his boot against
my rigid cock, pressing against it and squeezing my nuts at the same time.
	"Please Sir, that hurts," I said.
	"I do please and I want it to hurt a little bit, just to remind you
of your new position in life."
	I sighed, I had allowed this to happen, now I was going to have to
live with it I guessed. "Sir, I don't even know your name," I said.
	He pressed harder against my crotch. "You don't need to know my
name, you will call me Master or Sir at all times. In turn I will call you
slave or any other name that suits me at the moment. When you are wearing
my leather or chains and someone asked you what your name is you will tell
them 'Shit for Brains,' is that understood?"
	"Yes, Master."
	"Very good. You're getting the hang of this already, you may not be
too difficult to train after all."
	He turned on the TV and sat down in the living room chair, using my
body as a foot stool. He just sat there watching the TV for about half an
hour, and then he kicked my aside and stood.
	"I have an important appointment I have to keep. I'll only be gone
for an hour or so; you stay right here like this while I'm gone." He picked
up the duffel bag and headed for the door. "I'm not going to ask you for a
key, I'll just leave the door unlocked so I can get back in when I return."
And he left, leaving me there, helpless on the floor.

						* * * * *

	I was too shocked to say anything until he was gone and then it was
too late. I was naked and hog-tied on my living room floor. I was gagged
and I could shout for help, but assuming anyone heard me and did come to
see what was the matter, they wouldn't be able to release me without some
heavy-duty cutting tools. For that matter did I want someone to find me
like this - I didn't know anyone in the building and most of the other
tenants were Asian and I rather doubt that they would understand my
situation at all.
	He did say he would be back in an hour or so - I think I can stand
to stay like this for that long. It did feel very sexy and my erection
still hadn't subsided.
	I lay there, trying to rub my hard-on on the carpet and listening
to the sounds from out in the street and the few people who were coming and
going from the building. It was the middle of the week and most everyone
was at work. Even if I did yell for help, I imagine that it would be
several hours before anyone would be around to hear me.
	I heard someone wearing what sounded like heavy boots coming up the
walkway, could it be him returning already? Then the steps stopped and I
heard the doorbell next door ring. After a bit it rang again. When no one
answered the footsteps continued down to my door and my bell rang.
	Should I call out that I was helpless on the floor in here and that
the door was open? The bell rang a second time. Obviously, this person was
ringing lots of doorbells - I began to doubt that they lived in the
building, probably some sort of salesman. I didn't want someone like that
to find me like this so I kept quiet and a moment later, the steps moved on
down the walkway to the next door where once again the bell rang. Whoever
it was they were ringing everyone's bell - it had to be a salesman.
	After a few minutes I heard the heavy tread coming back up the
hallway - again they stopped next door and the bell rang one more
time. When no one answered the steps came on down and stopped directly in
front of my door.
	BING! BONG!
	Once again, my doorbell rang. I was just about to call out when I
heard the person at the door try my doorknob and when it turned and the
door started to open it stopped after a couple of inches.
	"Hey Joe," I heard a voice call in a heavy undertone, "I've found
one that's open."
	There was a muffled reply and then a second set of footsteps
stopped in front of my door. All of the sudden I was so sure that I wanted
anyone to come in and find me, even if they could release me - something I
sort of doubted as I didn't have any tools that would cut through the
things holding me captive.
	The door opened and two guys walked in like they owned the place -
much the same way that Master did. They didn't notice me there on the floor
right away, but I was looking them over. They were both wearing jeans and
flannel shirts - and ski masks - these guys were looking for apartments to
rob.
	"Hey, look at this," the first one said, pointing down at me. "It
looks like someone has already been here."
	His partner turned and looked at me. "Now that isn't something you
find in the living room every day," he said with a chuckle.
	I didn't know what to do, I was helpless and they could do anything
they wanted. There wasn't much of anything in the apartment worth taking
but I did have a few dollars I could offer them if they'd help me get
loose.
	"Please, guys, I need your help getting loose," I said.
	"What's in it for us?" one of them asked.
	"I'll give you all the money I have," I replied.
	"That's no big deal, we're going to take that anyway - you are
going to have to do better than that."
	"I won't tell anyone that you were here, or if anyone asked what
you are doing in the building I can say that you were visiting me."
	"You are going to have to do better than that, boy," one said with
a laugh.
	"Hey, he was going to offer us all his money - I just found his
wallet - all his money consists of about twenty-five dollars - surely he
didn't think that would be enough."
	They both laughed. "Look at that - the little Chinaman has a
hard-on. What do you know, he's turned on by this shit."
	He was right, my prick was still fully erect and nothing I could do
seemed to be getting it to go limp.
	"I've got an idea, help me carry him in onto the bed," said the one
who seemed to be the leader.
	His partner agreed and the two of them picked me up and carried me
into the bedroom.
	"Now, if I hear a single sound out of you that even begins to sound
like a call for help I'm going to use this," he pulled out a switch-blade
knife, "to cut off that little pecker and stuff it into your mouth. Do you
understand?"
	"Y-y-yes," I said. I figured that he would do exactly what he said
he would and I didn't want to take any chances.
	Both of them began to undress - they were beautiful. While I
couldn't see their faces to be sure, it appeared that they were
twins. 5'9", 140 lbs, trim bodies that looked like they worked out
regularly and no body hair at all, not even under their arms or around
their lovely circumcised 7 inch cocks.
	"Where are the keys for these cuffs?" one of them asked.
	"I don't have them," I replied.
	"What do you mean, 'you don't have them?' Who does?"
	"The Master who left me like this." I was telling them the truth,
hoping that they would believe me and at the same time sort of hoping that
they wouldn't.
	"I've looked all over, I found a ring of keys, but nothing on it
would fit those locks."
	"That's too bed, the position he is in makes it impossible to fuck
him, and I so like to fuck helpless guys." He gave a rather sadistic laugh.
	"Well, we may not be able to fuck him with our dicks, but I bet he
enjoys using this," he held up a dildoe that I had purchased but never been
brave enough to try.
	"I'm going to have my cock sucked, you can use that on him if you
want while you wait for me." He sat on the bed and pulled my head up to his
cock. The male scent in his crotch was extremely strong - it didn't smell
like he had taken a shower in several days. The overpowering odor was a
fantastic aphrodisiac and when he pulled my face to his hairless crotch, I
automatically opened my mouth and allowed his rigid fuck-pole to violate my
oral cavity.
	As I closed my lips around the glans of his beautiful erection he
said, "If I feel teeth you're going to have to squat to pee for the rest of
your life."
	I began washing the purple plum cockhead with my tongue, working on
it as if I were painting it with my tongue. I also was letting little drips
of saliva run down the shaft so that when he started pushing more inside me
I would be able to make it slip in properly.
	I was concentrating so hard on the cock in my mouth that it took a
moment for the sensations at my rectum to register in my overloaded
brain. I felt a finger invading my still virgin asshole, spreading
lubrication all around the pucker and into the opening where my tightly
clenched sphincter muscle was unable to prevent entry.
	At first the invasion hurt, but then he pressed against my prostate
and a thrill passed through my body the likes of which I had never
experienced before. I didn't even realize that he had added a second and
then a third finger to the invading digit; however, when he removed all of
them I felt rather empty. But not for long - he pressed the rubber cock
against the entrance to my bowels and pressed against it until my asshole
opened and allowed the artificial cock to go where no real cock had ever
been before.
	I gulped as the invader pressed against my prostate, swallowing
several inches of the real cock which was invading my mouth. I continued to
work my tongue around the monster and allowed another inch to slip inside -
now the head of the cock was rubbing against the opening to my throat,
prompting the automatic gag reflex. I started to choke and he pulled back a
bit until I could get myself under control and then he started pressing
back, determined to push his cock into my throat.
	I worked hard to suppress the gagging and finally was able to allow
the meaty pole worked its way all the way into my throat, cutting off my
breath. When this was combined with the rubber cock now stuck deep into my
bowels I felt like I was a Thanksgiving turkey being stuffed from both ends
at the same time.
	Just when I thought I was going to pass out from last of oxygen the
cock in my throat pulled back until only the head remained in my mouth
where he paused for a moment before pressing forward again until I was
again unable to breathe.
	"I'm going to start face fucking you now - when I cum I expect you
to swallow everything - if you lose even a single drop you are going to
wish you were never born."
	He didn't wait for a reply, which I rather doubt that I could have
delivered with my mouth plugged by his hard-on, but started a rhythmic
fucking motion which his partner matched with the dildoe in my asshole.
	While I had sucked a few cocks in the past, this was the first time
anyone had actually face-fucked me and no one had ever put anything up my
anus before. The fucking I was getting from both ends was almost more than
I could take and when it was combined with the friction of my cock against
the bed sheet and the still sexy turn-on of being helpless to do anything
about what was happening to me I knew that I was going to shoot my load in
a hurry.
	And I did!
	At the same time, the cock in my mouth blasted a load of hot cream
against the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, doing my
best to make sure that I didn't lose any of the tasty cream - it wasn't
just his threat - I loved the taste of cum and felt that it would be a sin
to lose a single drop.
	When he had shot his load jolt of cum, I sucked on the softening
prick, making sure that I hadn't missed any of his juices. The tip of his
cock was extremely sensitive and I did my best to tickle him there for as
long as he would allow it.
	When he finally slid his now flaccid member from between my jaws,
his partner pulled the dildoe from my asshole and I truly felt like I had
been emptied. I lay there expecting the other guy to replace his partner at
my head; only instead, they were both getting dressed.
	"Help me carry him back into the living room - whoever left him
like this will probably expect to find him where he left him and I wouldn't
want to have someone who would leave someone like this mad at me."
	They carried me back into the living room, placing me on the floor
right where I had been when they arrived. And then they left.
	I lay there for a few minutes, trying to explain to myself just
what had happened - if I hadn't just experienced it I'm sure I wouldn't
have believed that it could happen.
	Again, I heard footsteps outside my door. My door opened and Master
marched in. He looked just as he had when he left.
	"I'm going to have to cut our session short. My business is going
to take a lot longer than I had expected. I came back to release you - if
you call me again some time I'll see if I can work you into my schedule. It
would be far better if you came to my place - I only have people over when
I have time to treat them properly."
	He pulled a key ring out of his pocket and released me from my
bondage. Before I even had a chance to say anything about what had happened
to me while he was gone he packed his toys into the duffel bag and left.
	If it weren't for red marks on my ankles and wrists, the taste of
cum in my mouth, and the soreness around my rectum I would have thought the
whole thing was a dream - but what a dream.

* * * * *

	It was very late that night when my phone rang again - when I
answered it was Master.
	"Just wanted to know if my twin boys did you right?" he said with a
chuckle. "They are my sons and my slaves - when I can't be there I
sometimes send them, but I like to check up on their work."
	I didn't know what to say at first - the whole thing was a set-up,
but what a set-up. Finally I replied, "Uh, they were fine, I would have
never known if you hadn't called." And I meant that.
	"Well, we'll have to see what happens next time, won't we?"
	"Yes, Master, we will," I said.
	When I tried to call him again the next week the phone number was
disconnected. I've seen many ads like his since then, but when I called
them, they weren't him. I was spoiled. I keep hoping that I'll hear from
him again - I still have the same phone number just in case.

The End