This story contains Male to Male interactions.

About two years ago, I met a guy online that was into edging just as much as I was. His name was Steve and we chatted regularly about edging, all the while agreeing that it would be so much better if someone did it to you rather than simply doing while masturbating.

We got to know each other through chatting and eventually texting and phone calls. I learned a few things about Steve. First, he was gay. Second, he liked to edge guys. Third, he wanted to tie me up and edge me. We lived about 100 miles from each other so it certainly was possible, but I was not sure if it was something that I wanted to try from a guy.

We talked it over and I decided to go ahead with it. But I was worried that since I was not attracted to Steve that the whole experience would be pointless. I had also never been with a guy before in any way so I was a little nervous about that. Steve told me that it did not matter if I was attracted to him. I would be tied securely, gagged and blindfolded. The whole thing would be an experience in touch and anticipation. We also agreed on a few rules. If I did not get hard within a 5 minute trial time, Steve would untie me and the whole thing would be off. Next, after the trial period, we would set the time limit to an hour. Finally, Steve could not use his cock on me at all. We both agreed and set a date. Steve did have one last condition. I could not masturbate or have sex for one week before we met. That was the hard to do considering that I usually masturbate or have sex every two or three days.

So on the day that we were to meet, I showered and got a little dressed up. It was nothing fancy, but I wanted Steve to find me attractive, I guess. I thought that this must be what it is like for a woman going on a date. I drove to Steve's house which was a nearly two hour drive. His house was in the country a bit and while there were houses nearby, they were not too close. Steve had a nice place and it was well kept. As he welcomed me inside, it had a nice homey feel to it and it was very clean.

Steve invited me to sit on the couch for a drink. He offered me all types of drinks, but he did not realize that I do not drink at all and simply asked for water. We talked for a little bit and I do not know if this was the beginning of Steve trying to build anticipation, but it was working. I was reluctant to even do this but now I was so horny and excited that I just wanted this to happen. Just as I was about to ask if we wanted to get started, he asked if I was ready and we went down to his basement.

The basement was finished and had a hallway with four doors. The last door on the left is where we entered. When I looked inside, it was like a cozy dungeon. There were ropes, a bondage bed, a bondage chair, and all kinds of toys. I soon learned that the bondage chair was to be my place for the next hour or so.

The bondage chair looked like a lazy boy chair with eyehooks all over the sides and back and cut outs on the armrests for my thighs to go into. It looked like a place that would be comfortable but very secure. Steve told me that a friend had built it just for him.

Steve told me to get undressed in front of the chair and I slowly took off my clothes. However, Steve told me to leave my underwear on. Then Steve sat me into the chair. It was comfortable as I expected. Steve had two seatbelt like straps that he secured around my waist and chest. Then Steve took my hands one at a time and pulled them behind the chair where he securely tied each one to eyehooks in the back.

Steve next went to a drawer and came back with an interesting contraption. It was a blindfold and gag with straps to keep everything in place as it was secured to my head. The gag was not a ball or bit but a rather large cock shaped gag. Steve told me to open wide and the gag filled my mouth. I could only mumble when he secured it and with the blindfold, I could not see anything. Then Steve secured the harness to the back of the chair. I could not move my head except slightly to each side.

Then Steve tugged at my underwear and completely removed them. I got hard as a rock and Steve said it looks like you are all mine for an hour once you are tied. (Remember that we had the 5 minute rule. We had not even started and I was hard!) I could not believe how turned on I was. Steve also commented that I was a "grower", meaning that my cock gets large when aroused but otherwise does not seem too big.

Then Steve took each leg and pulled them onto the armrests and right into the slots. My thighs fit perfectly and Steve tied them tightly into place. The fact that my legs were up on the armrests meant that my cock, balls and ass were now completely exposed and available. If Steve could have done anything he wanted to me and I could not have done anything about it.

While I thought that Steve was done tying me, I could still move my lower legs and feet. He pulled my ankles back toward the back of the chair and tied them to the back of the chair. Then he tied my big toes to the back of the chair as well, pulling my feet into a pointed position with wrinkled soles. Now I was finally completely helpless.

Steve then set a timer on his phone for an hour but there was no way for me to know for sure. He asked if I was ready, but I could only mumble. He said "I will take that as a yes."

Steve started to touch me all over my body, but not where I expected. He lightly touched my sides, my inner thighs and my nipples. I never thought my nipples were sensitive but they were for sure today. They got hard and Steve began to pull on them only making my cock hard. I heard Steve walk away and open a drawer. When he came back, he attached two suction cup toys to my nipples. It felt like someone was sucking on them.

Then Steve pulled up a chair in front of me and touched me from my inner thighs to right between my balls and ass. I got hard again. Steve kept finding all of my special spots. Finally, Steve walked behind the chair and started to tickle the soles of my feet. Now, I am normally not ticklish at all, but in this situation, I was super ticklish. I tried to move away, but I was stuck. I was Steve's toy and was hard again.

Steve went back to his chair in front of me and began stroking my ass cheeks leading right to my asshole. Then without warning, he started to gently touch my cock while caressing my balls. It felt so good and I let myself enjoy it. Steve's hands were soft and he kept touching and stroking me. I don't know how long he was doing this, but I started to feel an orgasm building up. It was getting closer and closer. This is where Steve differed from every other attempt that I had tried with this, either by myself or with a woman. When I had edged myself, I would stop right before an orgasm and then let it build again. When women had tried it on me, they basically just jerked me off while I was in bondage. However, when Steve saw that I was getting close, he slowed his stroking but did not stop. He was looking for clues from my body that I was going to cum and wanted me to approach my orgasm slowly but deliberately. He would stroke and stroke and then slow down and I would get closer and closer. The buildup was incredibly pleasurable but super frustrating.

At this point, I could not tell how much time had passed. It could have been minutes or an hour, but I was about to cum. My body started to twitch in my bonds and just as I was right about to spurt, Steve backed off but kept touching my balls and base of my cock. My body came back from the edge just enough and he started to stroke me again. It took seconds and I was at the edge again. Again, my body twitched and convulsed in my restraints but this time, Steve kept me right at the edge, stroking lightly but deliberately. My cock wanted to explode. I was mumbling through my gag. Without it, I would have been begging to cum. Steve was stroking me perfectly. Any faster or harder and I would have cum and any less and I would not have been on the edge. The process repeated over and over. I was becoming delirious. Steve said "This is what you wanted, right? Well, no turning back now."

At this point, the pleasure was intense but so was he frustration. I had never spent so long right on the edge. Every so often, my cock would leak out precum. Steve would often take his finger and taste it. He said that it was so sweet. At this point, I felt a desire that I had never had before. Whether it was the build up or the torment or the inability to cum, I kept having the urge to eat my own cum. This urge still comes back when I edge myself. I don't know why.

Now, Steve positioned himself on the side of the chair. He kept stroking my cock and keeping me back and forth to the edge, holding me there and backing off, but now he started to pull on the suction cups on my nipples. The sensation almost made me cum at first, but Steve let go of my cock just as he could see I was close. I had never had sensitive nipples, but they were sending intense feelings right to my cock.

The stroking intensified for a few seconds and then Steve began to tickle my foot as he let off of the stroking. I tried to move but was helpless. The feeling of being so vunerable was a huge turn on and Steve was playing my newly sensitive spots like an instrument. Nipples, feet, balls, cock. I never knew what was coming next and the frustration escalated to a level I did not know was possible. Steve asked me if I would do anything to cum. I tried to say "yes" but all I could do was mumble.

Next, Steve lubed up my cock and put a rubber band like cock ring on me. I was already super hard and sensitive, but this made it even more so. I was not sure how much more I could take. I wondered if my body would just get triggered so much that I would shoot my load.

Once I was lubed and rock hard, Steve used a fake pussy toy to stoke me slow and low. It was heaven and Hell. I need to cum so badly. As he stroked me, Steve circled my asshole with his finger. No one had ever done that to me and it was too much. I came so hard and Steve kept the fake pussy pumping on my cock. The orgasm felt like my entire body was it by euphoric lightning and I seemed to spurt cum forever.

When it was over, Steve gave my feet one last tickle before untying me. I had never had someone spend so much time on me and we did not even make it to an hour. The weird part was that Steve seemed happier than I was. He loved every second and wanted me to come back as soon as possible. He had some even more intense games for next time.