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Six months had passed since the day Billy turned up on my doorstep and asked me to tie him up. Our relationship had matured during our unusually mild winter in British Columbia's Fraser Valley. Billy was now living with me full-time as my submissive partner, boy toy, and lover. Both of us worked outside the home, me as a line manager for B.C. Hydro, and Billy in an government office downtown. We both had commutes, and by the time we got home, we were often too tired to do much more than hug, chug, and go to bed. What happened then was pretty vanilla, but satisfying nonetheless.

But, ah, then there were the weekends.

Billy would wake up before me, and pretend to be asleep. He'd wait until I reached for him, and then he'd feign surprise.

We'd start with a warm up session before breakfast. This usually was on the floor or the bedroom or in the hallway. I'd always insist that Billy stretch before getting bound. He had a leg cramp once that left him in tears although I did my best to knead it into relaxation. We wanted no more of that!

So, easy bondage was the order for first thing in the morning. Billy liked to have his hands tied behind his back, be tied knee and ankle, and "left" for me to "discover him" just inside the doorway. Great fun, and this usually turned into a one-sided wrestling match that I always won.

Part of being a bondage sub is learning to stay put. This was not Billy's strong suit, but he always preferred getting off to getting loose, and I never faulted him for that. In fact, I usually helped.

Billy spend a lot time in the chair - in the chair - not tied to it - just in it. This was a hard lesson for him to learn, but when he was in the chair, he was expected to relax and stay put. That's all that I demanded of him. I usually had to remind him what his responsibilities were during these times, and if he became too antsy, I didn't mind blindfolding him, too.

Afternoons were for stricter bondage. A favorite of mine was tying Billy up to hooks up on each side of the doorway. This is great, subtle bondage tool, by the way. They look just like coat hooks when not in use.

When Billy faced away from the door jamb, I usually couldn't resist giving him a slow, lazy blowjob. How slow? Slow enough to have him begging for me to let him come.

When Billy faced the door jamb, he'd still get hard, but he knew that his "suffering" then led to the promise of great sex later. He looked good blindfolded and gagged, and he'd stay hard as long as I wanted to keep him that way.

I always tried to disabuse the notion that there was any special "get-off place" or "get-off position" around the house. In fact, none of it was scripted. I never knew where our afternoon sessions would end or how . . . or where.

Once drove Billy, hands cuffed behind his back with his ankles in leg irons and him wearing only jeans, twenty miles to a motel in Bixby, and smuggled him into a room. I finally let him have me doggy style, with him still bound, on the cheap sheets of the motel. He got so excited that he kept bouncing out, and I had to keep one hand behind me to guide him in. Then I took him leaning over the bed with my knees on the floor and my hands on his hips. Afterwards we snuggled for a while, and it was dark by the time we finally woke up. We decided to spend the night there and drive back in the morning. I never did go back to the car for the keys. Billy seemed comfortable enough.

Evenings usually involved gentler forms of bondage. I had developed some definite preferences concerning Billy's body. I preferred his ankles either elevated or pressed against his ass. I preferred him barefoot and naked, or mostly naked. (Sometimes a little something between partial and full nakedness heightens the anticipation.)

Billy knew my preferences, and he certainly didn't mind showing off his body for me. He'd always keep at least one eye on me, as if daring me to grab him. As if I, Mr. Cool on the Spot, ie "da Boss" might suddenly go nuts with lust.

Okay, that happened sometimes.

Billy made it look easy, and as sexy as hell, too.

Take a basic tie - wrists crossed and ankles bound together side-by-side. This looks promising, but it's not good bondage.

Add another element, such as binding the wrists to the ankles, or binding the ankles to the ass and the wrists to the cock and balls, and it becomes good bondage.

And taking it back to the way it started is always a nice touch, too.

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Well, the winter that was has melted into glorious spring. I'm about to go stir-crazy hanging around the house.

It's about time to take Billy camping. It's supposed to be less cool tonight, so I think I'll get the handcuffs and shackles and spend the night with Billy in a XXXX bag on the back porch.

Then in the morning, I have a new toy to show him. It's a cock and balls to wrists cuff with an adjustable lower strap. It's going to cover up his asshole, but while he's wearing it, he's NOT going to be standing up.

Yes, I do spend a lot of time thinking of things to do with my submissive man's cock.

I hope my ingenuity never fails me.

The End

Model: Andre

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/03/2006