A Chance Encounter

Copyright 2004 by 'JollyRancher’ (All rights reserved)

This is a story of mild male to male bondage. If this offends you, you are under 18 or it is illegal in your country, please close the file and leave now. Otherwise, read on and enjoy!

Ever since my wife of 30 years lost interest in sex, I have, to a great extent, replace conventional sex with "toys" and self manipulation. My collection of toys was pretty tame at first. A couple of dildos for my ass, some cock rings, a few clothes pins and an occasional vegetable seemed entertaining enough. As time passed, I began to crave more and more stimulation and started concentrating on anal play and CBT. Although I was never into real pain, a little "ouch" seemed to multiply the intensity of my orgasms.

In two years time, my collection completely filled a large drawer in the base of my waterbed and overflowed into a couple of other places. Nearly every "playtime" included some form of abuse to my balls, usually either stretching the scrotum thru the use of straps or stainless weights or seeing how much weight I could stand to hang from them with a parachute.

Another frequent endeavor was to see how much I could dilate my asshole. Before my wife lost interest, she would finger my ass while sucking my cock or jacking me off and occasionally she would end up working her entire hand inside my ass. The most intense orgasms I have ever experienced were the result of her having her hand inside my ass and my cock in her mouth. I used items like large dildos, cans, bottles and finally an enormous rubber hand in an effort to duplicate the feeling, but it was never quite the same. There is, unfortunately, a limit to what one can do to, and with, oneself and I eventually reached the point that there seemed to be nothing new to try.

Little did I know at the time, but my limits were to be tested and surpassed in ways that I had never dreamed of courtesy of a man named Jim.

A chance meeting on the golf course and more than a few beers afterward led to me telling him all about my non-existent sex life with the wife and my somewhat unusual ways of satisfying myself. Jim confessed that he was divorced and also suffered from a lack of sex and had engaged in many of the same activities as I enjoyed.

An invitation to stop by his house on the way home was quickly accepted and within minutes I was entering his rather modest home. Over some cold beer on his deck, he asked me if I would share some of the things that I did with myself in the hope that he could pick up some new things to do.

I related some of the milder things that I engaged in but he seemed excited nonetheless as a hardon was plainly visible in his golf shorts. Some of the things I described he simply nodded at as if he had already thought of it while other things seemed to really interest him. He then asked me if I had ever taken pictures of myself while playing and I admitted that I had...hundreds of them. He sort of chuckled and remarked that we seemed to have a lot in common.

The conversation was really getting interesting and I wanted to continue it, but had other obligations and told him that I needed to leave. He smiled at me and asked if I was interested in some playtime with him. That was an opportunity that I was not going to let escape and since the wife was going to visit her mother the following weekend, we quickly made plans for the next Saturday. We parted with a handshake and an exchange of e-mail addresses.

When I checked my email that evening, I found a message from Jim and some pictures of him naked except for a cockring and some clothespins on his nipples. I sent a message back to him and included a few of myself playing with similar things.

During the course of the week, our emails became more and more explicit and kinky until by Friday I was sending him pictures of myself with my asshole stretched to impossible limits, my balls distended by weights and some of me inserting sounds in my cock. Needless to say, I was eagerly anticipating our meeting the next day and my mind was so filled with possible scenarios that I could hardly sleep that night.

Early the next morning, I found another email from him that made me so hot I could barely stand it but also a little hesitant. He said that if I was interested in discovering what my limits were that I should plan to be at his house all day and possibly that night. He also suggested that I not eat breakfast but rather just start drinking all the water that I could and piss as often as I needed to. He also told me that I should give myself several enemas, taking in as much as I could stand each time. I knew from experience that the purpose of drinking large amounts of water and pissing often was to keep the piss from being too strong and since I loved giving myself enemas, following his instructions was a pleasure, but the thought of finding out what my limits were gave me a funny feeling.

As soon as the wife left at eight, I began giving myself the enemas. I use one of the old red rubber bags and after a few times to clean my system out, I can usually hold a full bag and most of another. After several of the full enemas, nothing came out but clear water and since I had not eaten anything since early evening, I felt sure that my system was completely empty. I had began drinking water as soon as I read his email and by the time I finished with the enemas, I was to the point where I could stand at the toilet pissing and drinking at the same time like it was going straight thru me. By the time I had shaved my face, cock, balls and ass and showered, it was time to leave so I grabbed a change of clothes and hit the door.

It was only about a twenty minute drive to his house, but by the time I got there my bladder felt like it was ready to burst. Jim greeted me at the door wearing only a pair of nylon gym shorts and ushered me to the deck and motioned for me to sit down. I told him that I really needed to piss first but he said to wait just a few minutes that we needed to talk.

He asked if I had thought about what he had said about finding my limits and if I was serious about it and I told him that I was. I thought it was odd the he immediately asked me again if I was absolutely certain and I affirmed that I was.

He then told me that once we started, I would have no control whatsoever over what happened, nor could I call it off or leave. He then said that he had done this many times with other men and that he would not cause any permanent damage nor leave any marks at all and that I would leave his house with a new evaluation of myself.

I had read about such scenes and knew that persons involved usually always had a "safe word" that they could use if needed and I asked Jim if we were going to decide on one. He said that we would not need one, that he could tell when something was too much and would back off as needed and that if I wanted to do this that I would have to trust him. I couldn't bring myself to say it, so I just looked him in the eyes and nodded. I would have agreed to almost anything by then just so I could go relieve my bladder.

We stood, shook hands, and he invited me to join him in the "playroom". I watched as he unlocked a large door and wondered to myself if I was entering the gates of Hell... and I wasn't far wrong!

As my eyes became adjusted to the semi-darkness, the room began to look like a cross between a doctor's office and a kitchen. Cabinets with doors completely filled one wall. Along another wall were more cabinets and a sink and countertop. In the middle of the tile floor was an exam table like one would find in a doctor's office along with several roll around carts and IV bag holders. Hanging on a third wall were all kinds of instruments of pleasure and torture, some I recognized but most I did not. The fourth wall was covered with mirrored glass from floor to ceiling.

As I stood in the middle of the floor and holding my belly to keep from pissing myself, he looked at me and asked if I was ready to begin. I nodded! The first words out of his mouth were an order to undress, and be quick about it. I was wearing only sandals, shorts and a tee shirt so it didn't take long until I was as naked as the day I was born.

While I was undressing, he retrieved from the wall a leather band about four inches wide with smaller bands at the sides that I realized were cuffs. This was quickly fastened loosely around my midsection and I felt my wrists being fastened into the cuffs. As soon as my wrists were secured, he pulled the band tight into my belly and I felt piss run down my legs as it was literally squeezed out of me.

This seemed to make him instantly mad and he slapped my face hard and told me that I was not to do ANYTHING without permission and that I was to be punished. I was forcibly bent over the exam table and my legs were kicked wide open. I started to raise my head and look at him when suddenly my ass was on fire from the first strike of the wooden paddle.

I couldn't help but let loose a little more piss and upon noticing this he swung the paddle again! Five times my ass absorbed the shock and each time more piss puddled on the floor. His remark that obviously I couldn't follow the simplest of directions was followed by an order to climb up on the table and the statement that he KNEW how to keep me from pissing myself.

It took a while, but I managed to get on the padded table and on to my back. Jim then grabbed my legs and pulled me down to the point where my ass was barely on the table and my legs were hanging off. My legs hanging off the end increased the pressure on my insides but his threat of another slap encouraged me to somehow keep from pissing any more.

From under the table he swung out some stirrups like doctors use for female patients and roughly shoved my legs up and back until my heels were in place. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me farther down till my ass was hanging over the edge a little then secured my body to the table with two wide leather straps then my feet to the stirrups with smaller straps making it impossible to move anything but my head and neck. Once secured to the table, he elevated the stirrups some more and then swiveled them out as far as he could.

I watched as he walked over to one of the cabinets and instantly the room was flooded with light so bright it hurt my eyes. It took a second to realize that the ceiling was also covered with mirrors and I saw the image of myself on the table, spread open like a Thanksgiving turkey.

Jim removed several things from the cabinet and placed them in a roll around cart which he pushed back over to the end of the table. As he picked up a package and tore it open, I recognized that it was a balloon catheter. He looked at me and said "THIS will keep you from pissing unless I want you to".

He retrieved a tube of KY jelly with one hand and grabbed my now flaccid cock with the other. With his thumb and forefinger he spread the little hole in my cock open and held the end of the tube tight against it and squeezed. I had played with sounds before and recognized the slight burning sensation as the jelly filled my urethra. He kept squeezing until I could feel it expanding my urethra and trying to force itself into my bladder.

I felt my cockhead being tightly pinched to keep the KY inside me and then the catheter being forced down inside. I yelped when it reached the sphincter and forced its way inside but there was no relief because he had clamped off the tube. As he began inflating the balloon to keep it in place, my bladder really started to hurt and I started thrashing around and telling him that I had had enough and wanted to quit NOW! He said "I thought as much" and retrieved a ball gag from the cart and shoved it in my mouth, effectively silencing any protests from me.

He then said that since I seemed to really be in pain, the he would let some out and relieve the pressure. For that I was truly thankful until I saw him attach a long piece of clear tubing to the catheter. I knew then that the only relief I would get would be to drink from myself!

He walked to the head of the table carrying the tube, pulled the gag from my mouth and stuck the tube in. The instant he released the clamp, piss started shooting from the tube with the force of a fire hose. I tried to stop it with my tongue over the hole but could not. With his admonition that I better not spill any ringing in my ears, I started swallowing as fast as I could but kept choking and gagging so he clamped it off again. Even though I had swallowed quite a bit, the pressure in my bladder started building again almost immediately.

Jim then said that since he had other things to do besides giving me a drink, he would let me take care of that part. From the table he removed a roll of old fashioned white hospital tape about two inches wide. The gag was removed and quickly several strips of tape were placed over my mouth. A small hole was made in the center and the piss tube forced thru it and into my mouth. The clamp was placed in my hand and I was told that I was responsible for deciding when to relieve the pressure in my bladder but that everything that came out of there went into my mouth. With a little laugh he said something about "recycling"...

I could only wonder what the "other things" that he had to do might be.

As I looked up at the ceiling and saw myself lying on the exam table strapped down with my legs spread wide and a tube from my cock to my mouth I couldn't help but be afraid of what I had gotten myself into. A man whom I hardly knew now had complete authority over me and all of my bodily functions and I was powerless to prevent him from doing anything he wanted to me.

Jim left the room for a minute and returned pushing another cart with a large monitor on it and carrying a tripod and camera. "I like to record my adventures so I can review them later. I think that you will find that the best way to keep the pressure in your bladder to a manageable level is to adjust the flow to a constant trickle and keep swallowing. Now I am going to do some things to your balls that you may not like at first, but will come to enjoy very much before we are thru."

He set up the camera so that it was pointed up between my legs, attached the leads to the monitor and rolled it up by my head and I was provided a close-up view of my obscenely wide spread crotch. The urethra on the underside of my cock was bulging out all along its length because of the catheter and my hairless balls hung loosely in their sack, almost covering my asshole which was stretched partially open because of my legs being spread so wide.

His first touch on my balls was a gentle as any woman’s, lifting them in his hand as if weighing them and then each one individually, rolling them around with his fingertips. Then he took one ball in each hand, pulling them to the side and down and commenting on how much he liked low hanging balls and that after tonight they would hang just a little bit lower!

I have always loved having my balls pulled but his steadily increasing stretch soon became quite painful and it began to feel as if he were pulling my eyeballs back into my head. Moaning and groaning was next to impossible with my mouth taped shut and full of piss and I thought that I might pass out from the pain when he suddenly released them and let them fall. I was almost afraid to look at the monitor for fear that he had pulled them loose. They appeared to be ok, but quite red.

The next item he selected from the cart was a leather ball stretcher, much like the one I had at home but about three inches in width. When he circled under my balls with his thumb and forefinger I knew what was coming! My balls were again pulled away from my body and as the pain approached unbearable he snapped the ball stretcher around the sack as tightly as he could.

On the monitor I saw my balls sticking more or less straight out from my crotch, bulging out of the end of the stretcher and beginning to turn purple. Just as I thought that I could take no more, I watched as he pulled a small leather strap attached to the bottom of the stretcher up and between my balls and snapping it into the top, effectively separating my balls from each other.

From one of the cabinets he produced a metal, u-shaped device about three feet tall and as wide as the exam table and inserted it in some sockets at the end of the table so that it stood up directly over my crotch. Its purpose soon became clear as I watched him snap a heavy cord into a metal ring in the middle of the strap separating my balls and loop it over the bar.

He slowly pulled the cord tight, making my balls extend straight up. The relentless stretch continued until I could actually feel my ass being slightly lifted off of the table. The pain was so great that I could not help trying to cry out but that effort only caused me to choke again on the now strong and acrid piss in my mouth.

I was gagging so much that piss was actually spurting out of my nose and I could not breathe and I was afraid that I would choke to death. When he saw piss coming out of my nose he immediately reached up and jerked the tape off of my mouth and the hose out. Piss went everywhere until he managed to clamp the hose off again. When I had calmed down a bit, he slackened the cord stretching my balls a little, but they were still pulled farther than they had ever been.

"I have some more plans for your balls later, but for now I need them out of the way. I know how much you enjoy having your ass dilated and your prostate stimulated and now I think we will find out just how wide open you can get. Since your bladder needs to be empty to make room, you will get some relief there but your belly will soon be full of something else."

The ball gag was stuffed back into my mouth and strapped into place and then Jim turned his attention to my poor cock which thankfully had remained flaccid. I watched as he connected the hose that had been in my mouth for so long to a bag like they use for such purposes in the hospital and released the clamp. I instantly began feeling better as the pressure in my bladder decreased. I had no idea how much my belly had been swollen out by my full bladder until I watched it go back to normal as the bag filled. When the bag was completely full, he clamped off the hose again and attached another and released it again... it seemed as if there was no end to the piss flowing out of me!

The fact that Jim had recognized that I was in trouble when I started choking and gagging and moved immediately to take me out of danger gave me reason to believe that he really did know what he was doing and I began to relax and enjoy the passion that he was awakening in me. Even the constant throbbing in my balls began to feel erotic even though I was still concerned for their welfare!

As he zoomed the camera in until my asshole nearly filled the screen, he said "you are really going to like this". He began to circle around my asshole with a fingertip, just lightly stroking and rubbing and I noticed that my hole seemed to be "winking" at him all on its own. I shivered a little as he dragged his finger directly across my hole and immediately started wanting him to push it inside me.

He asked me if I liked that but of course I couldn't answer him. I think my asshole answered for me as it continued to pulsate at his touch. I was disappointed when he removed his finger and stood up, but then I realized that he was slipping on a surgical glove. He walked around to the side of the table and checked the urine bag and then pushed on my belly and commented that I was draining nicely. Then he reached up with his other hand and rubbed the top of my head and looked into my eyes and asked if I was ok. All I could do was nod yes.

Returning to his spot between my legs he adjusted the camera to ensure that I had an unobstructed view of my asshole and said "I want you to watch the monitor while I dilate your asshole. Watching what is happening and at the same time feeling what is happening can be quite erotic. Just relax and enjoy the experience."