Paul is the name I'm using for this pup, but it's not his real name

Paul is a good looking straight boy, I met him ages ago when I was walking home from the City Centre in my leathers.

Paul who'd been walking infront of me, stopped and asked me for a cigarette. Normally I would have told him I didn't have any to spare, but there was something interesting about this boy so I gave him a cigarette and a light. At that point I'd expected him to thank me and clear off. So I was very surprised when he started to tell me about himself. Within no time I found out that he was 19, loved kick boxing and just left his girlfriends home and on his way home. Then he started asking questions about me, like where I lived and things like that. Well being forward I had to tell him that I enjoyed tying guys, but he showed no interest apart from to tell me that his girlfriend often tied him, but she wasn't very good at it.

Our walk took us through Queens Square, over Redcliffe Hill and across Bedminster Roundabout and I turned left into York Road not thinking anything about Paul just following along with me, but at that point he was going the wrong way to get to his home. Paul followed me across the road into St Lukes Road it was only when we got to the park that I realised the lad had walked out of his way to follow me. I didn't say anything but I actually needed a piss so climbed over the wall into the park, telling Paul that the couple of pints I'd had earlier was beginning to work their way through. The park is open at all hours but it was easier to climb the low wall than walk around to the entrance.

Paul stood back and waited while I emptied my bladder against the tree, then I walked further into the park. "Aren't you going the wrong way?" Paul asked with a puzzled look on his cute face.
"Not if you want to get tied to a tree, we're too close to the houses to do anything here," I told him with a big grin." Knowing that if I'd guessed wrong the lad would protest and stop following me. Paul, walked silently behind me. I was right!

Selecting a slender tree, I told Paul. "This one will do, take the laces out of your trainers."
"What for," the youngster asked surprised, almost demanding to know.
"I've got nothing else to tie you with and taking my boot laces out is going to take too long."
"Won't someone see us?" he asked as he fell to his knee and undid the laces.
"At this time of night? Anyway, I'm not going to tie you too heavy with only 2 shoe laces, if someone comes it will be easy to get you out.
Paul was still kneeling as he passed the laces to me. I took them then told him to take his jacket off, before I made him stand with his back against the slender tree and reach his arms around.

Making a slip knot in each end of a lace, I slid one noose over one of his thumbs making sure it went well past the knuckle then tightened it. Then I used the other noose in the same lace to go over his other thumb. Then I knotted each end, to make sure if the guy tried to remove the noose it would take him a while for him to get free. "The more you pull, the tighter those knots will get." I told him

Okay the boy wasn't tied tight but I was sure he wasn't going anywhere for a while. Then I pulled his t-shirt up his back and front until it was up over his head, and exposing his slender tight muscular body. Bunching up the hem of his shirt, and using the spare lace, I tied the shirt so he couldn't get it back down over his eyes.
"W.w.what are you going to do to me?" he stuttered nervously. I touched his nipple,causing him to flinch and squirm. "Stay still slave boy, I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to have some fun with you." Undoing his jeans and letting them fall to his ankles and secure them, I then took the waistband of his CK's and pulled them slowly down over his arse.

No one can call me a size queen, the size of a boys willy makes no difference to me, I've seen a lot of cocks of all sizes, this one was one of the smallest that I'd ever seen for a long time. Paul was really nervous about this, so much so that his cock had shrivelled to almost nothing. Lightly, I ran my hand over the smooth hairless body. "See pup, I've no intention of hurting you, just think about the situation that you're in and relax, the more you relax, the more you'll enjoy it," I whispered.

"I.i.i.i'm shitting myself," Paul stuttered again
"Pup, we've got this far, you know it's what you want to happen. Just relax and enjoy it. If you're not enjoying it, it's no good to me. I'll just untie you and go home. But it would be a great shame after we've got this far. Do you want me to untie you?"
"N.n.n.no, please carry on, I trust you." Paul replied and I ran my hand lightly over his shrunken dick." Paul started to squirm in his bondage and tried to grind his vulnerable cock into my hand. In a short time, I felt life. "Ah, the slaveboys getting used to being tied up and exposed in the open," I laughed.

Still stroking him very lightly, I ran my thumbs over his exposed nipples and was surprised to find them harden, it's rare to find young straight boys who got any pleasure from having their nipples played with. His cock grew until it was standing upright parallel with his belly. I ran my fingernails over the shaft of his throbbing cock, "Yeah that's what I like to see, a throbbing cock for me to torment and tease." I whispered. Then continued to whisper. "You're not going anywhere until you cum slaveboy, but you're not going to cum for a while. You're my plaything and I'm going to make good use of you."
"Thank you Sir," Paul replied which shocked me. He hadn't been prompted to call me Sir, yet he did so willingly. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing shaft and squeezed hard while stroking him slowly. I didn't keep it up. Instead I ran my hands everywhere over his body, letting him feel that I had total access to everything that I wanted to touch.

For around an hour the lad was tied helplessly to the tree, his arse was sore from rubbing against the bark as he squirmed ecstatically. I reached my arm around his waist and pulled his torso away from the trunk of the tree until his hips were thrust forward as far as they could go. My free hand stroked his cock until I felt him about to cum. Only a while ago, this cock had been pumping Paul's girlfriend now it was poised and desperate to cum again. He was really begging me to let him cum, But my hand stopped stroking him just at the right time and he let out a larger gasp of frustration each time.

Finally, he begged. "Please Sir, I've been a good boy for you, will you please let me cum? I really need to shoot." There was desperation in his voice. "You're a slaveboy, you'll cum when I want you to cum." I told him, causing him to let out a loud groan. It was such a pleasant surprise to meet this lad just as I thought I was going home to bed with no more action for that day, and I didn't want to do anything to make the boy not want to see me again. "If I let you cum, do I just walk away and leave you here?" I asked.
"Do anything you want, just let me cum now. Please" I laughed out aloud. I wasn't finished yet though, my hand ran down the crease of his arse and touched his virgin rosebud. That was a really sensitive area. His body shot forward as far as the bondage allowed.
"Please no one has touched me there before," Paul pleaded.
"If I want to touch you anywhere, I can do it, now stay still." I touched his arse again. This time the lad tried hard to resist the temptation to pull away, but it was a very difficult fight for him to stay still.

"A straight boy? Like fuck you are, you're pussy is begging for someone to fuck it."
"P.p.p.please Sir, I'm really not looking for that, please don't do anything to my bum," He begged.
"Shut up straight boy, I'm not going to take your cherry here . . . I don't have a condom."
"Sir, you can do anything to me, but I really don't want to be fucked." I sensed he was close to tears with worry and his cock started to subside. Stroking his head through the t-shirt, "Don't worry pup, I'm teasing you, I love the way you squirm when I touch your asshole." I assurred him and his tense body relaxed again.
I took another grip on his dick and stroked it very, very slowly, as he neared climax, his hips started to thrust his dick into my hand, attempting to get more speed and friction, I removed my hand. "Pup, I'm ready to let you cum now, but if I feel you make any movement at all, I'll stop stroking. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Sir," he replied breathlessly.

This time I stroked him even slower, just sometimes speeding up, then slowing down again. Yes he was going to cum, but he was going to have to work for it. Suddenly, his body tensed and his hips thrust forward. "ARGH," he cried out. It sounded so loud against the stillness of the night. His slaveboy seed shot out of his cock with enormous force. His body went limp and he slowly sank down as far as his bondage would allow. Quickly, I untied his shirt and let it fall back down over his chest, intime to see a massive stupid grin on his face. He was completely drained and unable to speak. I untied his thumbs and let him free to dress.

Paul stood up and threw his arms around me, letting me take his full body weight as he was unable to support himself. After a short time he recovered and kissed me on the cheek. "THANK YOU. . . Thank you so much for that." Paul stood up under his own steam then reached down and pulled his clothes back on. He sat on the grass and hugged my leg. I lit 2 cigarettes and hand one to him, then we made our way to a bench, to sit and chat. I gave Paul one of my cards so he could contact me anytime he wanted to do something similar, then we parted company and went to our homes.

Paul never did make contact but I've thought of him and our little session often. Then 4 years later, just as I was thinking of going to bed. My doorbell rang. I recognised the face, but couldn't think who it belonged. "Rob?" He asked in a South Bristol boys accent.
"Yes that's me," I replied stupidly.
"You're not wearing your leather tonight. Mind you it's been almost 4 years and the telephone number on your card doesn't work."
Suddenly it occurred to me who the boy was. I almost ripped his arm off getting him in through the door. I'll tell you about that another time.