More than one of my friends get over-excited by sports gear. When Ben used to say says “A
More than one of my friends get over-excited by sports gear. When Ben used to say says “And make sure you bring some your gym kit”, I knew I was agreeing to a long, tough session. When he said “Let’s meet after work”, he meant “Do your usual workout, then come over in your suit.” So I would shower nicely after an pretty serious session, put my suit back on, polish myself up smartly and turn up at his place with my holdall and sweaty gym kit, usually rugby kit.The ritual was to chat a while about the office and the gym - I would give my exact routine at the gym, and Ben would keep nodding. And then he would get up quite suddenly and open the drawer in the cabinet and get out whatever ropes, gag stuff and usually a muzzle, whatever he had decided for the evening.Then I would remove my suit and tie, well everything down to the speedos he expected me to have on, and then put on the gym kit. He would sort of bask in all this, and breathe in deeply. Then it began to vary. Sometimes a ball gag first - “Put this on, Steve”. Then “Lie face down, so I can get close”. There was always that stage, when he tied my wrists behind my back. The sweat smell always had the same effect - a sort of roughness in him - he loved tugging at my wrists as he tied them, and he always seemed to find new ways to make me feel them. Sometimes he trussed me up on the sitting room floor. Sometimes he hoicked me up on my my feel - gagged, wrists tied. maybe muzzled already, and pushed up the narrow stairs to the bedroom, while he muttered to himself stuff like ”OK, Mr sports guy!” or (a favourite) “Now you’re really going to sweat!”. And always, wherever I ended up, the use of so much rope, while he explained how he had completely mastered me in whatever sport it was he imagined, and that I deserved to be taught that he could have me “plucked and trussed” whenever he wanted. I hope not so long before we meet again. -- source link
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