In a world where connections can be made at our fingertips, it's hard to find the communities we belong to. When you've grown up thinking one viewpoint is the only viewpoint how can you ever see yourself in any other way? As a man, you are taught you have your head held high, you are the man on top. Yet you continue to desire being the man on the bottom. You play your role well. You get a sleeve of tattoos, you grow your facial hair out, and you maintain your military haircut, all so no one knows you enjoy being taken.

You desire to be released from control, to be out of control. You feel yourself drawn to being handcuffed to the bed. Your legs sprawled out, giving full access to your naked body and hole. You couldn't stop another man from touching you even if you tried. Your muscle is no match for the steel tightened around your wrists. You allowed yourself to be in this position. You thought you could resist the urge, but we both know you needed to submit. You barely put up a fight.

The blindfold is next. Perhaps it's to help you relax as you've never had another man touch you before or perhaps it's to keep you guessing at what comes next, feeding into the theme of power exchange and trust. You feel your mouth get eased open as something is inserted inside. You're not sure at what it is but it's hitting the back of your throat. You can feel your eyes water as you choke on your saliva and gag, but you kind of like the sensation. You want to push whatever is inside of you out, but you can't. Your bound hands won't let you. That is the biggest turn-on of all. You're helpless and whatever I want done to you will happen.

You gasp for air as you feel a finger enter your hairy hole. You squirm as it's an uncomfortable sensation until my knuckles are deep inside with two fingers. You feel my fingers stretch your hole. You struggle in your handcuffs as you've never had anything so deep inside. You are helpless. You begin to let out moans until your own sock is stuffed into your mouth. You are now mute and blind and bound.

Whatever was in your mouth earlier is now finding its way inside of your hole. You twist in your binds, but no matter how much you struggle, it only pushes it deeper inside of you. Your cry is muffled by your own sweaty sock. You are out of control. Suddenly, sensations calm and you feel a rush of relaxation over you. You feel fulfilled. This is what you needed all along. The ability to let go washes over you as you are pounded over and over. Your hole feels drenched by the time the night is over. You are released from your binds. You shower. You dress. You return home. You feel relieved until you realize tomorrow will be a new day of work and responsibilities. You miss how your mind was allowed to rest and just exist. You loved the feeling of sucking and you crave to be held down once again. You know how to connect with me again. You have my contact. When you are ready for another outlet for release.