Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2021 16:59:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Brian Wincer:  Bondage Master - installment 1 (authoritarian)

DISCLAIMER:  Dear readers: there IS mention of famous comic superheroes
in this story, but the story has nothing to do with those  superheroes,
or any superhero, nor  is there any connection to any posted work
whatsoever.  It is only the fantasy of one of the characters to dress as
one of the heroes.  Enjoy the story!


As he adjusted the ropes for the set of photographs, Brian had a feeling
that this was going to be one of, if not THE most popular sets he had
ever produced.  He was using kim, who had recently become his favorite
model, the set up was hot, and kim... well, kim was, as they say
"growing into the role."
The set up let the viewer imagine what the storyline would be.  kim was
sitting on a chair, naked, and gagged.  His hands were tied behind his
back, and a second cord of rope circled his balls, and ended at a point
that the photo set did not show.  Each of kim's legs were propped up on
another chair, and each was tied to its chair at kim's thigh and his
ankle.  "A sort of equilateral triangle" was the last thing that he said
before Brian put the cleve gag on him.

kim had an interesting ethnic mix:  you could tell that there was some
Asian background, but the rest was mysterious.  He was also a big guy:
he had played football and had wrestled at the 74 kilogram class .  He
wore glasses, and when he had them on, there was only one way to describe
him:  cute.  When he took the glasses off, he was, well, hot.  His
nipples, round and red, tempted Brian:  should he use clamps or shouldn't
he?  For this set, since he was going to be working on kim's cock and
feet, he decided not to.  He'd save that for another time.

"Let's see some squirming kim.  Remember:  this is about submission and
surrender, not stillness and quiet." kim began to moan through the gag.
It wasn't just Brian's social media presence that stood to gain from
these sessions.  kim had fallen in love with Brian, and wanted, well,
more than the modeling gig.  He just hadn't figured out how to get that
across to Brian, who was now, off camera, plucking the cord to kim's
cock.  the rope was not smooth, and the combination of the stimulation
from the loose threads, and the movement, was getting kim hard.  Brian
would later prepare a series of still photos that showed kim growing
through the session.  For now, though, he just wanted kim as hard as
possible.  When they started, and kim's cock was flaccid, Brian left his
glasses on.  At some point, he would take them off as kim's cock went
from normal size, to big.  (When fully erect, kim measured 9.5 inches).
Now the feet.  Brian was off camera, so no one could see the speaker, as
his deep voice resonated on the tape.
"Alright stud.  NOW... I'm gonna make you BEG for relief."  All the
viewer of the video saw were two hands, and two stiff brushes, running up
and down the helpless man's soles.  They could hear the muffled laughs,
and see the useless struggling as kim almost lifted the chairs securing
his legs off the floor.

Brian knew his "go to" spots, that was for sure.  kim was a bit surprised
that he wasn't using clamps on him, because his nipples were how his DOMS
always brought him down.  That and, if they were into it, tickling his
belly.  In one of their first sets, Brian had tickled kim until he was
begging to be tied up and to have his cock jerked off.  That was about
six months ago, when they had first met.

Fetishists who followed social media knew Brian well.  He was a leading
figure in the bondage field.  He was an advocate of bondage apart from
sex.  "The two ARE compatible," he had lectured the night he met kim,
"but to say they are necessarily linked, is a fallacy that we, as
practitioners, need to escape from.  Sex after bondage is fine with me.
So is bondage without sex."  He spoke in the tones of a social scientist,
which he was:  Brian had finished his graduate work in sociology and
psychology and, as part of his research, he had investigated bondage
fetishists.  Along the way, he had been tied up, nearly raped,  shaved,
and eventually learned that he much preferred being in charge rather than
taking orders.  He also found that people would pay good money for
sessions with a good, thorough bondage top.  Brian considered the
options:  he could "set up shop" as a Bondage Master, and make nearly
300.00 an hour, or he could finish his PhD, and start the long trek
toward academic respectability.
He chose the first option.  Now, when he wasn't working, he lectured,
sometimes at LGBTQ centers for the curious, the serious, and everyone in
between.  He also gave bondage demos.  He used to laugh at how many
lesbians willingly stood up to serve as models, while gay men sort of
cowered as if there were something wrong with being tied up in public.
"It's always the lesbians who lead"  he had said at one session, which
brought a wave of applause from the women in the audience.
That was the lecture where he met kim.  He was there with Cheryl, one of
his best friends.  When Brian had called for volunteers, she was one of
the first ones to put her hand up.  She had thick red hair and she was
wearing a black bustier.
"I see you came prepared,"  Brian joked.  Cheryl smiled.  "I didn't want
to miss this.  I heard you were the best."
"I am," he joked back.  Then he saw kim sitting in her empty chair.
"How about your friend?"  He looked at kim.  "How'd you like to do a pair
session with your friend?"  Brian had assumed they were a couple:  kim
just looked too, well, "geeky" to be a gay man.  He was wearing a pokemon
t shirt (Brian thought those had all been destroyed in a necessary
purge), and a gray shirt over it that was clearly a synthetic fiber.  His
jeans were not designer, nor were his sneakers.
Brian found him terrifically compelling.  Tying up Cheryl would be fun:
tying up kim would have been amazing.
As the audience razzed kim, he blushed and started to laugh.  Cheryl
whispered to Brian  "he's very shy.  It took a lot of work to get him
here."   Brian nodded.
"Ok, sweetie, it's just you and me.  Ever do shibari?"
"Once or twice.  Lets make it two or three times."
Brian cautioned the audience that, unlike some of the other techniques he
had shown that night, shibari was not for beginners, and this was only a
demo because  "Cheryl may know more about this stuff than I do."   When
he had her in harness and suspended, she was smiling and the audience was
applauding.
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes the demonstration.  As soon as
I release Cheryl"  he looked at her  "IF I release Cheryl, I'll take your
questions."
When he looked at the audience, he wasn't sure but... was kim pressing
his hand on his cock?

Brian was walking back to his car when he heard running footsteps.  He
had been jumped and mugged before, so he began to get in a defensive
frame.
"HEY.  HEY.  Mr.  Wincer"  (not Brian's last name, but it seemed
appropriate for what he did).  He turned.  It was kim.
"I'm sorry.  I .. I didn't mean to seem like a wet blanket or anything.
It was just... well, Cheryl REALLY wanted to go and... I didn't want to
steal her thunder."
Brian smiled.  "You can call me Brian outside of sessions.  And you
are..."
"OH.  I'm sorry.  My name is Kim. "  As Kim stuck out his hand, Brian
took a quick look: rope burns on his wrist.  Yeah, he was getting tied
up, probably self bondage from the looks of it.
"So you came along just to be a friend, or do you like what I do, too?"
kim blushed even more than he did at the session.
"I ... I DO like it, but... I've been scared to do much of it."
"So  you do it at home to yourself.  Probably using a video."  Brian had
been to this rodeo.  He smiled.
"Well.. yes... I'm sort of... sort of afraid. "
Brian's inner voice was saying  "DON'T GO THERE,"  but his other voice
was saying  "this boy could be FUN."
"Tell you what, kim?"  Brian reached into his pocket and pulled out a
business card.
"Yes, even bondage DOMS have to advertise.  If you ever decide that you
want to give it a try, first session is on me."  He patted kim on the
shoulder and as he opened his car door, he said
"You have to change the ropes you're using.  Quality counts.  You keep
using the brand you're using, those marks will never disappear."
Then he forgot about it.  He forgot about kim, and went back to taking
care of his clients, regular and new.  He tried not to do more than two
sessions in a day, because he would lose his focus.  Brian almost never
got a sexual charge about the sessions:  it was work for him.  Good
paying work, but work just the same and, to quote his mother  "you don't
shit where you eat."
It took nearly 4 months, but kim eventually called him.  Brian remembered
how his voice was shaking as they talked.
"Hi... Mr. Wincer.. This is Kim Moss.  We met at your.. at your session
at the Center.  The one where you shibaried Cheryl."
Brian smiled.  It sometimes took awhile, but they all eventually came
around.
"Ah, yes, kim, now I remember you."  Indeed, Brian did.  As he recalled
that geeky guy, he didn't need to play with himself (he was naked) to get
the erection.  "What's up"  (Brian stifled a laugh at that question).
"Well.... " and he could tell kim was having problems with going on.  "I
wonder if that free session is still available?  I think I'm ready to
try."
He'd have a chance to tie up this hot geek!  Now Brian was REALLY hard.
"Sure.. Let me take a look at my schedule .. Hmmm."    "You know, I
usually don't work on Sundays unless I have someone book the entire
weekend, but... how about this up and coming Sunday.  Sunday afternoon?"
"OH, that would be perfect.  Thank you Mr. Wincer."
"Ok, let me give you my address, and let me first give you the
parameters.  First, you'll need to show me that you've got someone to
come and get you in case something goes wrong.  And, the sessions run two
hours.  You'll be tied up for most of those two hours.  Are you still
interested?"
"More Sir."  Brian smiled.  "Sir."  This would be good.
"Now, last question.  Eventually, I like to get my clients to a place
where it's bondage for bondage sake, but for beginners, I indulge
fantasies.  Do you have any? "
Again, there was a pause.  "This is going to sound silly Sir, but I've
always had a fantasy about being robin, and being captured."  A smile
from Brian and an eye roll.  Was the character robin the official gateway
to bondage? How many men had he tied up, who started in robin costumes?
"Ok.  What we'll do when you get here is I'll try to work the session
around as many details as you give me.  Otherwise, I call the shots and
for those two hours... you do what I tell you. I call the shots.
"Yes sir.  Thank you Sir."

For his session with kim, Brian dressed in a leather vest and chaps.  He
put on the Muir cap that seemed to get every bondage bottom he worked
with excited, and got his gear together.  He heard the knock on the door
of his loft, and... there was kim.  Another pokemon t shirt, another
synthetic fabric shirt, and the same pants as he wore at the demo.  He
had on his thick glasses, and he carried a bag.
"He's as cute as ever,"  Brian thought, as he let kim in.
"Well, this is the place.  Take a look around.  I assume you've got your
boy wonder suit in the bag."
"Yes sir, I do."  kim looked around and Brian noticed that as he did, he
put his hands behind his back.
"If I can ask, kim, it seems to me that you've done more than self
bondage.  It's none of my business, but I can make the experience better
for you if you tell me what level you're at."
"OH, I'm sorry.  I should explain.  I had a boyfriend for three years.
He was a total top, but hated bondage.  So I went out looking for it but
I was too nervous to go to people like you, so it was just friends tying
each other up. " He stopped.  "So I guess you could say I'm not a virgin,
but I AM a bondage version."  He giggled nervously.
"That IS helpful to know, kim.  So you're used to a man touching you,
maybe in 'private places.'
"OH YES SIR.  I LOVE THAT."
Brian smiled.  "Well, let's see if I can 'give you a taste of that.  So,
tell me about your fantasy."
It was one Brian had worked with before.  Robin, separated from Batman,
captured, spread eagled and tortured until he gave up the location of the
Batcave.
"Ok, boy wonder.  There's a bathroom over there.  How about you get
cleaned up and then... we'll go to the mat."  Brian pointed to a large
green gymnastics mat in the corner of the loft.  It was outfitted at four
points on each side, with restraints.
"I'M SO EXCITED SIR!"   Brian laughed a little as kim went off.
"OK I'M READY SIR!"   kim came out of the bathroom, and Brian was
amazed.  Whatever kim WASN'T  spending on his street clothes, was
certainly going into costumes.  This was high quality work.  He looked it
over.
"You had Fantasy Designs make that for you, didn't you?"  kim looked up.
"I did Sir.  You know them."
"I do.  Their work is the best.  Expensive though."
"They ARE Sir.  I was stunned how much this cost."
Brian smiled.  "Then I have to assume you use it with some regularity."
kim lowered his voice.  "yes sir.  At Halloween parties in public, but
usually by myself. "
"Well, if you come back, we can use it again."
"Sir, I don't know if I could afford your rates.  Probably not."
"Let's have our session and then we'll talk about that."

Brian got to work.  He stretched kim out on the mat, and secured his
wrists.  Then he pulled over his legs, and did a simple tie down at his
ankles, and at his knees.
"Struggle for me.  Let's see if you can escape.  It's no fun if you
can."
kim began to push against the ropes.  Brian saw that he was getting into
this.  He grunted.
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS YOU FIEND."
Brian picked up the cue and crouched down.
"Oh, I think I will boy wonder.  I think I'll get everything I want.
First thing I want... is to know who the boy wonder is."  Brian reached
for the mask.
"NO!  NO!  I won't let you do that.  NO!"
"Ha ha.  You're in NO position to argue with me robin."  Brian untied the
mask and that's the first time he saw kim without glasses.  He suppressed
the desire to say  "you have beautiful eyes."
"SO.. Now let me get this photo, robin.  Putting you through facial
recognition and.... a bit of... BLACKMAIL."
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS.  BATMAN WILL FIND YOU AND PUT YOU AWAY
FOREVER."
"Again, we shall see.  Perhaps we'll have to bring that Bat to join us.
Where is he?"
"I'll never tell."
"Yes you will.  You'll crack like an egg."
"NEVER.   WAIT.   What are you doing? STOP".  Brian had begun opening up
the buttons on  robin's jersey.  kim's chest and torso were revealed.
"Not a six pack, but...  DAMN he's fine,"  Brian thought.   He reached
over and put on nail extenders.
"Last chance robin.  I'm not gonna ask you if you're ticklish, because
I'm gonna find out."
"YOU WON'T GET IT FROM ME."   Brian applied the nails to kim's sides and
drew them down slowly.  He saw kim try to resist, which only got him more
excited.  He stopped and coyly said
"If you don't like that robin, we can do... this.."  He put a finger into
kim's navel.
"NO!  NO!  THIS IS FIENDISH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHA"
Brian continued to tickle kim for about five minutes.  He had developed a
system where when a client's face turned a certain shade of red, he
stopped.  Such was the case now.  Clearly, kim was ticklish and clearly,
he wasn't used to being tickled.
"I warn you boy wonder, a rest will only make the next assault all the
more... interesting.   Shall we find out where  you and  your... friend,
live?"
"I'm telling you nothing..
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA."  This time, Brian gave NO
warning, and just went right back to kim's ribs.  He saw the color form
in kim's face, but he didn't stop:  this boy was driving him   CRAZY.
"OK, OK.  YOU WIN!  YOU WIN!  I'll tell, I'll tell.  Just... just STOP.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."   Brian pulled his nails away and he
looked at the bulge in kim's tights.  He was enjoying this.  For sure.
He looked at the timer.
"kim, you broke faster than I thought you would.  We have an hour left.
Do you have another fantasy?"
kim was catching his breath.  "That... that was the only one I had.  I
didn't think you'd be so good Sir."  Brian smiled.  He could imagine
keeping kim tied up here for good.  He could justify another hour.
"How about.... this is a little pushy kim, but... maybe....  I'll leave
you tied up like that and set the timer for 45 minutes.  If you can't get
out of at least one rope... you have to jerk off for me in the last
fifteen minutes of your time here."
When he looked at kim's face, Brian thought he had said the wrong thing,
so he jumped back in:  "I'll untie you right now if you want."
"No Sir, No.  Please.  Please don't untie me.  It sounds... it sounds
great, but.. we only have an hour left?"
"It's your first time kim, and remember, I usually get paid for doing
this.
"I... I have other fantasies that don't involve robin, and.... do you
really want me to jerk off for you?"
Brian did, but he said  "I want my clients to do what they want.  You
seem..."  He looked at kim's bulge but didn't touch it.  "you seem
excited. That's why I suggested it."
kim paused.  "I want to.  I want you to see how excited I am.  How good
this feels to me.  But there's only an hour...."
I laughed.  "Do you need more than an hour to jerk off, kim?"  He blushed
this time: it wasn't red from tickling.
"Sir... that bulge is the costume.  I came ten minutes ago."
"And you want me to keep you tied up?"
"Yes sir.  I really don't want to go."   Brian was so hard it was
beginning to hurt.
"I'll tell you what, kim?  I enjoyed this too.  I always enjoy newbies.
How about this?  I'll look at my schedule and see when I have another
open slot.  If you can make it, we'll do something else.  But the next
time, it'll be MY fantasy, so you don't feel bad about not paying.  How's
that sound?"
kim sighed.  "If we have to end today,  I guess we do.   But another
session sounds great.  " He smiled.  "I bet your fantasies are more
interesting than mine."
"We'll see kim.  We'll see.  Here's your homework: next time, come as an
office worker.  Shirt, tie, khakis, something like that.  It'll be a
ransom fantasy.  You up for that?"
"OH YES SIR.  That's one of mine, too.  "
"Terrific.  Now let's get you up and cleaned up.  You can use the shower
if you want to get the splooch off of  you.  Some clients like to keep it
on them as long as possible. "
"I'll shower Sir.  I'm supposed to meet friends tonight and... I don't
want them to know."
"They'll find out eventually kim, if they dont' know already.  Those
wrist burns I told you about?  They're pretty obvious."
"I understand Sir.  I think I'm kidding myself. "
"We'll talk next time, handsome."  Brian saw the look, like that of a
puppy, when he called kim 'handsome'.
"We'll talk about the scene, the future and also... " I looked at him.
"How to get you to accept what you like as totally and completely fine."
"Yes sir.  Thank you Sir."
While kim was showering, Brian pulled out his cock and dumped a big
load.   He hid the cloth he had used so kim didn't see it.

And two days later, he called kim to see if he were available the next
Sunday.  Brian had no doubt he would be.
That was the last time he ASKED kim to come to the loft.  After that, he
TOLD him when to come.