This was a couple of years ago. And I rarely have a day where I don't think about it. So much so, that I've recently decided I'd love to do something similar.

I (31m) was staying with a friend friend (34m) for a couple of days. We had met online, and this was the first time we'd met each other in person.

I knew he was gay, and at the time, I thought I was straight. One evening, we were sat on his sofa talking about the difference, we experienced with sex. He told me about how he tops guys and ties them up. Being tied up is a kink of mine, and I blurted out how I'd love that. It was kinda awkward but he kinda joking said he would do it for me if I wanted. We laughed it off and carried on with the evening. But the seed was planted, and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

On the last night I got myself ready, and dressed myself like the type of guy he told me he likes. And put myself in his bedroom. I called him into the bedroom. And once he walked through the door, I nervously mentioned about being tied up. I must have stutter a little, but he got the idea, because his whole demeanor changed.

He walked straight over to the bed, holding my hands, and asked me how I imagined being tied. I remember thinking he was going to kiss me, and we would have foreplay, but I described how I imaged it, with some questions from him.

He ordered me to strip, the way he demanded it really turned me on, and put me into my sub mode. Minutes later I had my hands tied behind my back, my knees and feet tied, blindfolded and lay prone on the bed.

I remember my heart was bounding, and I was shaking, but he was so attentive. He whispered in my ear about how good I looked restrained, and rubbed his hands all over my body.

Once I was super horny he made me beg him to use me. He told me to say the words, "use my hole daddy".

Once I had begged enough he lay on me and started to use me. His hands were all over me. But my favourite was when he put his fingers in my mouth, or wrapped his hand around my neck.
The feeling of being so powerless is something so incredibly sexy. And nothing has ever come close.

After a while he started to fuck me pretty hard. It hurt a little but I was so deep in subspace I didn't care. When he was close he stared calling me his slut, and his whore, and to this day I think about that moment when I touch myself. Being tied, blindfolded, unable to move, just being used and called names. It was a perfect moment.

I felt his cock twitch inside me, and I knew he was about to cum. He grabbed my hip with one hand, and my ass with the other and finished.

I left the next morning, surprised with myself. We always agreed to do it again, but it just didn't happen, and we've been out of touch for a while now.

Anyway, thank you for letting me write this down and remember it, I hope you enjoyed it just a fraction as much as I did.