In Deep (Part 5) - Sir

Jake went way deeper than I expected for a first meet. Guys are usually nervous and have a hard time fully letting go enough, giving me power over them, fully submitting and letting me take control.

In my experience, which may have been biassed by preferences, submissive guys, especially those into other kinks and bondage were usually better to work with than the average person just interested in hypnosis. There’s a part of their mind that has already learned to let go and put their trust into the dominant guy. But even so, a first time meet up can put a guy enough on edge it limits how deep they take themselves down into trance.

As I brought him back to the room, he blinked, his eyes taking a moment to regain focus.

“How do you feel boy?” I asked?

“Good Sir, I think… I went under?” he replied.

“You did boy, good job.” I had introduced a classic reinduction trigger and I was going to test it in a minute. He was likely to have some recall of the induction process and going into trance, but I’d work on making that harder for him, so triggers were more spontaneous and surprising.

“Come here boy. Kneel.” I gestured to the floor in front of me. I could tell he was enjoying himself still, his hardon showing in his underwear as he walked over. His abs rippled as he knelt down before me. He placed his hands on my thighs, I could feel the warmth of them through my jeans. I usually started sessions fully clothed, a subtle nod to the power dynamic, my sub or subs, vulnerable, typically wearing only a jock or thong or even completely naked.

“Are you willing to serve me tonight boy?”

“Yessir” he said softly.

“Good boy. I’m looking forward to it. Hands behind your back, eyes down” I commanded. I walked over to the tool chest that contained the tools of my trade, and took a mid size chain and selected a brass padlock with the word ‘slave’ engraved on it from a neatly arranged row in the top drawer. The others, keyed alike, had other terms to suit the boys preference of how I may refer to him if not by name including: ‘slut’, ‘boy, ‘whore’ and ‘bitch’; then we had a few more niche options as well. Hopefully a little something for everyone.

I sat down in front of Jake, forward on the couch holding the chain, a leg on either side of his body. I placed my free hand on his side and watched him cast a glance back over his shoulder at Matt who, still tied to the table, had just groaned as he tested the restraints again. A small puddle of drool glistened on the table’s blue leather surface. “Eyes on me boy!” I barked sternly, holding a grin, to show I wasn't mad at him for his curiosity, it actually made introducing him to some more hardcore kink than he’d tried before really enjoyable.

“Sorry Sir” he said, his brown eyes now looking back intensely into mine. I placed the chain around his neck, ignoring the flinch of the cold steel meeting his skin. I looped the open latch of the padlock through one of the links, leaving the other end of the open collar draped across his chest. The free end of the chain followed the contour of his pecs.

“This is a play-collar, I lock them on my boys during a session once they have agreed to serve me for the session. It will stay on while we play, and when the session is over it will come off. I am going to use you for my own pleasure. I may cause you to experience pain and suffering for my own enjoyment, it may be intense, but any marks left will be temporary. I will tell you to do things and I expect you will do them, if not I will make you and it will be much more uncomfortable for you than if you had just obeyed in the first place. I will keep you safe at all times and if at any point you feel you need to end the session as discussed, the collar will come off and the play will end. There is no shame, judgement or disappointment if that happens, and we can talk about what happened and play more again another time. Are you ready boy?”

“Yessir!” He repeated eagerly. I held his gaze and he bit his lower lip playfully at the sound of the lock clicking shut.

“Mmmm good boy, very hot. Now SLEEP!”

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I dropped Jake in and out of trance a few times, each time going deeper with him. I helped condition his subconscious mind to forget the details of being in trance when he wasn't in a waking state, but preserved his knowledge having known he had been under. Helping him grow hornier for me and the thought of the control he knew I now had. I placed some more triggers for use at a later date or time and then brought him back to the room. I had stripped one time I had taken him under while he was counting himself down deeper. Once again I made him kneel in front of me, my hand on the back of his head guiding it down towards my hard cock.

The view of his narrow waist, angular torso and dimpled ass was incredible. He took me all the way to the base, burying his nose in my crotch, his forehead pressing into my stomach. I heard him inhale deeply, and noticed his rib cage expanding as he took in my musk deep into his lungs. My cock pulsed in his throat, causing him to gag. The involuntary contraction of his throat tightening around me felt amazing. It took an incredible amount of self discipline to not just grab his head and thrust my hips forward, forcing my cock deeper into his throat and blow my load. I pulled out, and string of thick spittle clung to his lip and spilled down his chest. He laughed as he wiped it off with his hand.

"I'm a mess" he said, his eyes still teary from gagging.

"If you're not covered in some combination of sweat, spit, lube, piss and cum, I've not used you hard enough boy" I replied.

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I grabbed us a glass of water and saw Jake looking over at Matt again, who must have been able to hear the noises Jake and I had been making and had started to moan and started thrusting his hips in frustration. I handed Jake the glass of water and went over to my bound and slobbering boyfriend and fondled his cock and balls a bit.

“Is he ok…?” Jake asked me, the way he trailed off made me think he meant more than just physically. Matt had spent close to an hour now tied to the table while I had worked with Jake, and we'd pretty much ignored him.

“He’s been tied up for much longer before, I’m sure he’s fine. You’re fine right boy?” I responded, raising my voice at the end to make sure Matt had heard me through the hood.

“Mmmhmpfft” spit bubbling from the corner of his gag.

“See I think Matt here is actually getting really turned on while he imagines what I’m doing to you Jake, tied up so close by, but unable to join in.” Continuing to speak loudly so Matt could hear. A pathetic noise of confirmation followed.

“I do think that he’d appreciate some company though, let’s go pick you out some restraints” I said walking back towards the corner with the tool chest. Jake stood up and followed close behind.

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Matt’s position needed to be adjusted slightly to make room for Jake, his head now nearly off the edge of the table. I tied Jake down on his back, mirror image to Matt. His arms by his sides, wrists secured near the centre of the table, along the length of chain along the side of the padded top. Matt’s wrists were secured in the same fashion, a few links away. I noticed Jake had laid his legs over Matt’s shoulders with his feet hanging over the edge of the table. I brought his ankles back towards Matt’s shoulders, forcing his legs to bend partially to make up the distance from the resting position he had chosen. The ankle cuffs had a set carabiners and I clipped them into Matt’s collar, switching sides of the table and doing the same, Matt’s ankles to a link on each side of the chain around Jake’s neck.

“I’m going to put this hood on, so you get a taste of what Matt has been experiencing, let your mind wander a bit, not knowing what’s coming next” I said. I noticed his Adam's apple bob, swallowing his nerves. He nodded while raising his head slightly from the edge of the table. I slid the matching neoprene hood to the one Matt had on over his head, plunging him into a tight and restrictive darkness. He immediately attempted to sit up, but Matts ankles and the clip on the back of his collar anchored to the table below stopped him from being able to. His arms jerked rapidly, testing the limited range of motion, every muscle in his body tense.

“Easy, boy. Deep breaths, you are ok, you’re doing great.” I gently ran my hand over his chest lettign him know I was still there, moving up across his body and rubbing my hand across the smooth neoprene. I cradled his head against my leg at the side of the table. I stayed with him petting his head like that for what felt like an eternity, but in reality was likely only a few seconds. An electrically charged feeling had filled the room, it was as tense as he was, still straining against the restraints. He took in a deep breath and held it, then slowly let it out and let himself ease back flat into the padded table top. “Good boy. How are you feeling?”

“Good, Sir. So intense.” he sighed, his body relaxing further.

I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures of them in bondage on the table. Jake had asked for some photos of him being used. Both boys were rock hard and were leaking. I had made sure the anchor points for their wrists were tight enough neither of them could reach either of their cocks. I wanted full control over their pleasure and eventual release in every sense of the term. I could see Jake’s heart rate was slowing back down, his entire body flush with tiny droplets of sweat that had rapidly appear just moments before. He’d had a moment of panic when I had put the hood on. His experience with bondage had been a pair of hand cuffs and a blow job, the rest he had become familiar with through porn. I had been expecting the scene to end when I was cradling his head, but he had powered through the momentary fear. We had just met, but I was impressed, and fucking proud of him.

I grabbed a beer out of the bar fridge and kicked back to enjoy the view, putting my feet up on the table, making a note that I really needed a third boy right about now to be worshipping my feet. I dismissed that thought. I stroked my cock between sips, admiring the two sexy boys and their bodies, planning out how to tease and torment them both some more. I notes that Matt was holding Jake's hand, their fingers interlaced.