Random Photo w/story: Here's the story: I had just fucked a ..

Random Photo w/story: Here's the story: I had just fucked a guy I met at the gym. I went over to his place, and he had a sling set up, which got me instantly hard (and the cock ring I wore under my workout gear was getting tight, just the way I like it). We wasted no time, got naked, he hopped in the sling and begged me to fuck him. He was all set for me: I fingered his hole, grabbed a rubber, lubed up, shoved my dick inside him, and I fucked him like I was out of my head, consumed with horniness and desire. I thought the sling was going to collapse, but he wanted more, harder, deeper. We were sweating and howling, and I pinched his tits and slapped his ass as I kept driving inside him. It was totally animal and what we both needed after a hard workout. The air was ripe with our man scents as he squeezed his ass around my cock, making me ram his hole harder and harder. Two men doing what we were meant to do when the libido arises and there's nothing to do but get off. He began to yelp and I knew he was ready, and I began to pull out and push in, pull out, push in, the whole length of my cock leaving and entering his body with a force that took him over the edge, and I fucked the cum out of him; he shot his load in wild spurts all over me, my torso, my face, my abs...must have been 10 spews of cream, one for every thrust. After he shot his load, I pulled out, ripped off the rubber, and jizzed all over his hole, and I matched him, spurt for spurt, as I shot a fucking geyser of cum. I watched it begin to drip off his ass, so I leaned in and licked my spooge off his hole, making sure to tongue fuck him as I did. That made him shiver and shake and he had to stop me because he was on overload...as was I. We both took a moment to get calm, and then he sat up in the sling and said, "That was amazing. But you know what I've always wanted to do with you?" "What?" I asked, giving him a questioning side-eye. "I wanna tie you up." "Oh." "I wanna tie you up and fuck you." I had no idea what I was getting into. Here I thought he was a total bottom boy, but turns out, he was vers and kinky. Did I trust him enough to give all power over to him? No. But I was curious. I had never been tied up before and I had wanted to. Just never found the guy to do it. Was this my chance? "Um. Ok." He pulled himself out of the sling and went over to a closet. I hadn't realized that this was a fully stocked dungeon set up he had...I was so filled with sex need when I came in that I didn't even notice. He came over with some heavy black rope and proceeded to tie me up, connecting body parts, my chest to my cock, my balls to my feet, my arms to each other. He was a master at rope tying and when he pulled his knots tight, I was getting into it. "Tighter!" I bellowed and I heard him chuckle as he continued to knot me in, and I felt the ropes push into my skin, and with every dig, I felt more and more helpless and ready for whatever he wanted to do with me. When he was finished and I could barely move, he brought me over to a saw horse covered in black leather, and had me lean myself down on it: my hands were tied behind my back, my chest was covered in a tight harness of rope, my legs were bound, my cock and balls were squelched, and all that was free was my ass, and I began to hump, letting him know that I was ready to get fucked. Suddenly, I felt his hand cover my mouth and his hard cock at my hole. I felt back with my bound hands to make sure there was a rubber on it, and sure enough, there was. "Fuck me!" I mumbled into his hand. "FUCK ME!!!" And then I felt it...that thick rock hard greasy cock pushed past my ring with no effort at all as I was so ripe to get fucked that you could have shoved a baseball bat up there and I would have gladly welcomed it inside me. He began to work my hole with his dick, and the fact that I had no control, that I was bound and helpless, made the whole thing unbelievably full of sensation. He shoved his fingers in my mouth as his cock rocked my ass, and all I could feel was this bliss of being totally used, to let him take charge and be so hole-centered that I thought I was going to explode with pleasure. He kept hitting those spots inside, incessantly, and every time he thrust, I could feel my crotch tingle and throb to the point that I couldn't hold back, and I began to cum, hands free, him fucking the jizz out of me as I did to him. When he saw my load dripping out of my dick, he howled, pulled out, took off the rubber and I could feel his hot cream hitting my back, 6 or 7 shots that made my skin blaze where his wet juice touched me. He leaned forward and put his weight on me, his torso on my back, and I could feel the cum drying up between us as our chests rose and fell, letting our breathing return to normal. After a few minutes, he stood up, the cum pulling a bit, like glue drying, and he righted me and began to untie me. We were both exhausted, and he laughed when he saw my face. "You look happy. Wiped out, but happy." "I am. Thank you." "I know I'll remember this, but...couId I take your picture. You just look so satisfied. And the ropes have left their mark." "Shoot away." And that's the photo you see here. Since then, I've taken any opportunity to get tied up and used. I fucking love it. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.