Chapter 8 - Mr. Parker's idea
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I tried to focus on the book to make the time go faster, but the prospect of actually being able to talk to a person that seemed to share my love for bondage was so incredible I couldn’t actually understand what I was reading. Normally I am a patient guy, but now that it was only a matter of hours to meet someone who was willing to tie me up, keep me restrained and silenced, I found it almost unbearable to wait. Knowing well that reading would be a complete waste of time I put the book on the night stand and just lied on the bed, fantasizing about all the ways the guy would tie me up and what we could do together with me as his prisoner. I kept imagining him being a super hot, muscled alpha jock, who would rope me up any time he wants, completely ignoring all my protests and attempts to fight him back.
I kept day dreaming like this for quite some time and was dragged to reality by the sound of footsteps; my host was coming upstairs. I sighed quietly, a little irritated by his arrival, but the moment I saw that huge muscles of him all my irritation and anger disappeared. Now that I was aroused by all the scenes I was picturing in my head it took all my will power not to gasp in awe. Mr. Parker was wearing only his military pants; he was shirtless and barefoot and, judging by the scent, he never got the shower after our little workout several hours earlier. And that only added to his masculinity; the smell of his dried sweat was driving me crazy.
“Carry to help me with the dinner, kid?” He asked when he entered my bedroom.
“Absolutely, Sir. What shall we have?”
“I don’t feel like preparing anything fancy, so we’ll have some fried chicken with vegetables.”
“Fine by, Sir.”
“It’s not that I was asking your opinion, kid.” He replied with a wink.
All the way downstairs I was walking behind Mr. Parker keeping a safe distant in order not to arouse his suspicion, but close enough to enjoy that incredible scent he was emanating. It was intoxicating; if I had less self-control I would have definitely jump on him and simply start licking all his body from his remarkable six pack to his wide, broad chest muscles and shoulders. But I knew nothing of that sort could happen, so I just walked behind him until we reached the kitchen, which was way too soon for me.
“I’ll cut the meat, you deal with vegetables.” Came his order.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m beginning to like that attitude of yours, Ryan…” Mr. Parker said with a wide, beguiling smile on his handsome face.
I didn’t dare to look him in the eye so I just shrugged and focused on cutting the tomatoes, red and green pepper and other ingredients. I waited for my host to fry the chicken first and then we added the vegetables. After several minutes the dinner was ready and we sat at the table and ate. We didn’t talk much during the meal; the pouring rain outside was getting louder and louder with every moment and I got a little worried about the weather for the next day. I hoped that even if it still rained neither my newly met on-line friend, nor Mr. Parker would change their plans.
“So, Ryan. Did you talk to that girl about tomorrow?” He asked when we finished eating.
“Not yet, Sir. She’ll be on-line in the evening and I’ll ask her then.”
“No problem. I really hope she can make it.”
“Yeah, I hope so, too, Sir…”
“Well, in that case, we have several hours before you can talk with her. Anything you want to do?”
“Well, like I said, we could watch TV, play the pool table… Whatever suits you, Sir.”
“Whatever suits me, huh? All right then. Do the dishes and meet me my little workout room.”
“Another workout, Sir?”
“You’re asking too many questions, kid. Maybe I’ll need to find a proper way to fix that… Just do as I say, Ryan and you‘ll find out soon enough.”
“As you wish, Sir.” I said, trying not to sound nervous.
I did Mr. Parker told me and after doing the dishes I went straight to the small gym. When I entered I saw that my host had moved all the equipment to the walls, leaving the middle of the room empty. I looked at him questioningly and was just about to ask what was going on when he said:
“Your father and I used to wrestle with each other all the time when we were both in the military. Come on, Ryan, take of that shirt and show me what you’ve got!”
My jaw dropped to the floor. Looking at his gorgeous body was one thing, but touching it was something completely different. I was close to panicking when I heard the proposition, but I couldn’t find a good reason to say no; after all I did say we could do whatever he wanted. I didn’t have much time to think of the perfect reply to that when I heard Mr. Parker’s voice again:
“If you’re scared that I could harm you in any way, we can do something else.”
If he wanted to trigger the competitive mode in me, he succeeded. Suddenly I felt that wrestling with Mr. Parker was a great idea and I wanted to show him how tough I was. Something at the back of my head was telling me that I had absolutely no chance against that huge muscled man, but I tried to prevent that wasn’t true. So I took my short off, showing my neatly shaped abdomen and chest muscles; of course they were nothing compared with what I was seeing in front of my eyes, but it didn’t matter.
“All right! Let’s begin!” Mr. Parker said and started walking to me.
I was prepared for his attack and try to block it, but soon I found myself lying on the floor on my back with Mr. Parker sitting on my abdomen and using his two huge arms to press my wrists against the floor at both sides of my head. I tried struggling, but his super dominant nature was overwhelming me and soon I just kept panting and staring at him, actually enjoying the moment. But soon he got up and we started again. I tried to find the best way to avoid his attacks and even wanted to be as offensive as possible, but every time I aimed for his leg or arm he was able to defend himself without any effort. He wrestled me to the ground so many times I didn’t even bother counting.
Our little match went on for more than I expected; when we finished I was once again covered in sweat and so was Mr. Parker. To be honest it felt nice to know that I was able to at least force him to work out some sweat to defeat me. It wasn’t much but I couldn’t have possibly expected more.
“That was a good match, kid. If you train a little bit, you’ll get so much better. Who know, maybe after years of training you would be able to catch up with me?”
“Yeah, I had a lot of fun, too, Sir… Much more than I thought, actually…”
“Oh yeah, I could see that in your eyes… Anyway, it’s after nine, so you’d better take a shower and talk to that girl of yours. You can tell me in the morning what she said, but if you want to go with me, I’ll be leaving at around ten.”
“All right, I’ll keep that in mind, Sir.”
“Great! See you tomorrow, then!”
I went upstairs and took a quick shower. Then I went to my bedroom and closed the door to have some more privacy; and since I was about to talk with a girl Mr. Parker thought I liked, he shouldn’t have anything against it. I lied on the bed and logged in on the website; I was happy to see that ‘Bondage-Prisoner’ was on-line already and I began the conversation:
“Good evening, Sir! You wanted to know more about my fantasies… Well, my greatest fantasy is to be kidnapped, kept TIGHTLY restrained and silenced. I love inescapable bondage.”
“That’s exactly what I want from a guy. Any other stuff you like? Any fetishes?”
“I love masculine outfit, like uniforms, cowboy outfit, leather jackets. I am a huge fan of skin tight, black leather gloves, cigars and boots. I also have a strong fetish for worn out socks and underwear. And I like when the guy behaves in a masculine and maybe even a little brutal way…”
“Fuck! You’re just perfect! Unfortunately I need to go soon, but if you want to meet me in person, just drop me a line.”
“Actually I am available tomorrow, if it suits you.”
“When you address me, you call me ‘Sir’ all the time, boy! Tomorrow, you say? It might be hard, but I guess I can find an hour or two to have a little chat with you. I’ll just tell someone at work I need to leave for some time, it shouldn’t be a problem. Meet me at the ‘Emerald’ pub at around noon.”
“Understood, Sir!”
And that was it. The next day I will finally meet with a perfect guy…
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