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                         "As you like it"

                                By

                          The Blue Goose





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   It was one of those nights that you only fantasize about, an
not dared to think it could really happen.  But I found out, that
being honest with yourself, and with your friends can be very
rewarding, and fantasies can come true.

   An old friend of mine, who is a reservist in the Marines, was
in town for one of his units monthly weekends.  He did not have to
stay on base that night, so I ask if he would like to stop by the
house for dinner.  He said he would like that, but he did have a
date with a fuckbuddy at 10:00.  I told him that would be no
problem as we could eat early.

   Jim arrived about 6pm, and we had a nice visit catching up on
what had been going on in our lives since we had last gotten
together.  He had a few beers, and I some wine, while I fixed
dinner.  By the time dinner was ready, we were both relaxed and
conversation had shifted to what we were doing for our sex lives.
Jim told me a little about his 10:00 date, and how he was trying to
get him interested in bondage. Jim said that he was trying to find
a way to let him have a chance to watch a bondage scene, to see if
it turned him on or not with out a lot of people around.  This way
if it did, he could join in or just watch.  I suggested he get a
video, and let him watch that.  Jim said that was a good idea and
he would see what he could find.

   Jim and I had been fuckbuddies for almost nine years, and he
still did not really understand what turned me on the most.  He
knew about my obsession with men's long dress socks, and how I
liked bondage, as he did.  But had no idea of my real fantasies.
We got to talking about some of the scenes we had had, and I
thought maybe I should tell him what it was that really got me
turned on.  In all fairness, how could he read my mind.  He had
always tried hard to please me, and I know many times he came very
close.

   So, I ask Jim if he was interest in hearing about my fantasies
in depth.  To my surprise he seemed very interest.  It was hard
for me to talk about them, even to Jim.  I felt like I was
sharing my innermost secrets, as the things I told him I had only
fantasized about.







                              ( 1 )







   I started out by telling him of course, that men in long dark
socks turned me on.  How the thought of having someone wearing
over-the-calf length socks, overpowering me into a semi-conscious
state.  Binding my wrists tightly behind my back with long socks.
Removing my cowboy boots, and tying my stocking ankles together with
another long sock.  And just when I am about to come to, shoving a
dirty sock into my mouth and secure it in place with another long
sock.  I explained, that although I enjoyed a blindfold, as we had
often used, it was not always necessary; especially if my captor
was to wear a mask of some kind.

   Jim had a big smile on his face by this time, and all I could
do was think he was laughing at me.  He said he had no idea that I
liked my sex rough.  I told him that many times I had thought
about him tying me up, pulling my levi's down and getting on the
bed behind me.  How I could almost feel what it would be like for
him to cover my mouth with his powerful hand as he eased his
manhood into my ass.  Gagging me with one hand, beating me off
with his other, and fucking my ass at the same time.  Jim just
kept smiling, and said I had a wild imagination.

   It was almost 8:45 by this time, and I knew Jim would have to
be leavening soon.  Since Jim had a date at 10:00, I did not even
suggest that we try to have sex tonight.  At least I had gotten my
fantasizes out in the open, and maybe next time he was in town we
could work some of them out.

   Before Jim got ready to leave, I ask him to fallow me down the
hall to the bed room.  I wanted to give him a bottle of amyl he
had ask me to get for him, as it was very hard to find ware he lived.
He took the bottle, and gave me the money for it.  I took the
money, and turned around to put it on the dresser.  It was at that
point I felt his arm slide around my neck.  I tried to tell him to
knock off the horse play.  Being a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the
marines, he taught the class on self-defense, and it was useless
fighting him.  Within seconds, the room began to swim and everything
went dark and hazy.  I felt my body go completely limp.
Although I could not move, I had some sensation of what was going
on about me.  Jim turned us around and tossed my limp body
across the bed.  He went over to the closet, and found my laundry
basket.  Grabbing a handful of my long socks, he returned to the bed.









                              ( 2 )






   He positioned my body face down in the center of the bed.  He
was not very gentile, as he pulled my left arm into the small of my
back.  I have no idea how long it took to bind my wrists together,
as I kept slipping in and out of consciousness.  The cold air
hitting my warm feet, when he pulled my cowboy boots off, brought
me somewhat back to my senses.  I could feel the pressure around my
ankles as he tied one of my long socks tightly securing them.
Either his timing was perfect, or Jim realized I was starting to
come fully awake.  Turning around on the bed after tying my feet
together, he laid down on top of me.  As he shoved one of my dirty
socks into my mouth and part way down my throat, I heard him
whisper into my ear "As you like it".  Using another sock he bound
the one in my mouth in place tightly.  Looking in the headboard
he found the leather blindfold and hood, that we often used.
Unlike most times, he put the blindfold on me first.  I would
later find out that this way I could not hook either the gag or
the blindfold and pull them off.  To be sure I did not try to get
off the bed, he took a length of rope out of the headboard and
tied one end of it to my bound wrist.  He then looped the rope
around my neck and the other end he pulled through the socks
securing my ankles.  By pulling the rope tight, he bent my feet up
close to my wrists, ware he tied it off.

   I had no idea what he had in mind, but hogtied as I was, he
could do damm well as he pleased.

   Jim must have left the room, as I did not hear anything for some
time.  Then I heard the refrigerator door close.  As Jim entered
the room, I heard the pop of a beer tab.  He did not say anything.
I guess he was just admiring his handy work.  He came over to the
bed and rolled me over on my side.  I felt him undo my western
belt and pull it off.  He then reached inside my levi pocket and
pulled out my keys.

   The next thing I remember hearing was the front door close.
It was then I remembered about his damm date with his fuckbuddy at
the base.  Why in hell had he gone to the trouble to tie me up,
and just leave me be?   Well, I guess I did ask for it.  Jim had
tied and gagged me almost exactly the way I had fantasize about it
to him.  What I had not counted on, was being hogtied and left
alone.

   I must have worked on my bounds for at least an hour, getting
hornier by the minute.  Then I heard the front door open and
close.  Now I was scared.  Who in the fuck could it be.  Maybe Jim
forgot to lock the door when left.  I tried not to make a sound
hoping who ever it was would take what they wanted and leave me
undisturbed.



                              ( 3 )






   Listening as best I could, I could hear voices in the kitchen.
I knew they were opening and closing the refrigerator door, but
that was all I could make out.  The voices stopped, and I could
hear footsteps coming down the hall toward my room.  I have no
idea how many men were standing in the room, all I could make out
was heavy breathing and sipping from cans.  They all left, and
went back into the kitchen.  I herd more talking, but not what
they were saying.  Soon they must have made up their minds, as I
could hear them returning.

   I was still lying face down on the bed, when they entered the
room again.  I could since them on both sides of the bed.  One of
them must have had a knife, as the rope that held me hogtied was
cut and my feet fell back onto the bed.

   Someone turned my head sideways, and poured a few drops of ayml
onto the gag.  As the amyl started to sweep through my body, I
felt them untiing my hands and feet.  This proved to be a false
hope, when my right hand was securely tied to my right ankle using
one of the socks.  My left hand and ankle were tied in the same
manner.  I was then rolled onto my back, picked up a put down on
the floor.  By now, I had ascertained that there were only two men
in the room.  I could hear them taking off their shoes and
clothing.  My shirt was opened, and I could feel their warm
stocking feet rubbing all over my chest.  I felt a rough hand undo
the buttons on my 501's to expose my rock hard cock.  The feet
moved down and round my cock.  I was sure I was going to pop my
lode, but just then they stopped.

   They picked me back up, and put me back on the bed on my back.
Lifting my feet and hands into the air, put me in somewhat of a
reverse jackknife situation.  The hood was loosened enough to remove
the sock holding the first one in my mouth.  I tried to spit it
out, but a hand held it in place.  My Levi's were pulled up to my
knees, and my ass lubricated with the lubricant I keep in a cabinet
next to my bed.

   That was the only clue I needed!  This was Jim and his
Fuckbuddy from the base.  Jim would have known where the
lubricant was hidden.  My knowing who it was, would not help me
much, but it did make me more relaxed.










                              ( 4 )






   More amyl was applied to the sock in my mouth, and my nose held
closed.  My head was spinning round and round as the sock was
pulled out and a rubber covered cock shoved down my into my
hungry mouth.  I heard the foil of another condom package being
opened, and soon felt a hard dick against the sphincter muscles of
my ass.  With one swift movement, the cock was rammed all the way
in.  It took me by such surprise, I had little time to cry out.
In fact, it would have done me little good to have tried as my
mouth had a different type of gag in it now.

   By this time, and even through the condom I knew that it was
Jim fucking my face.  He is the only man I know with a metal ring
through the head of his cock, and I could feel it with my tongue.

   Jim's friend must have really gotten turned on by the scene, as
in no time at all, he had shot his wad, and was pulling out.  Jim
pulled his dick out of my mouth and shoved the sock with amyl back
in and secured it with a sock.  I could feel them untiing my hands
and feet.  My hands were again tied tightly behind my back.  Someone
held my feet as my ankles were again bound securely together.  I
was rolled onto my side, and I felt Jim lay down behind me.  With
one hand cupped over my mouth, he slowly forced his dick into my
ass.  He seem not to be in such a rush as his friend had been, and
fucked my ass for some time.  But all good things must come to an
end, and I felt Jim going into a orgasm.

   After Jim pulled out, I was rolled onto my back and my dick
covered with lubricant.  Jim found my leather condom in the
headboard, and slipped over my dick and secured to my balls with
the velcro cock-ring.  My pants were pulled up and buttoned over
the top of the leather condom.  I could here them getting dressed.
When they were ready to leave, I was roll onto my stomach.  They
turn my head, and applied more amyl to my gag.  Since they did not
hogtie me this time, I knew they would not be back.

   I heard the front door close, and I was left alone to fuck my
self silly into the leather condom.

   The night was young, and I was in no hurry to get out of my
restraints.











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