A Coastal Trip
By: Derrick Andrew Richter
“So, what sort of play do you really like?”
[text up on screen] Well you know, mostly the stuff we have been talking about. Some of the stuff we talked about I really like. Some things im not sure I’d really want to have happen, but it’s fun.
“Well I’ve had a lot of fun, chatting with you lately. I just don’t know what you’d really like to do, or be interested in, in real time play.”
[text up on screen] Uh…well I love the part we talked about where we really meet, I walk up the off road path into your property from below, seeing things, and all of that. Can you tell me about that again?
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Sighing again, on my side of the screen, “Well that was fun, but I just made it up as I went along. Basically if you came to visit, I’d have you walk into the lower graveled path I have built into the lower forest. It’s off a different road than the house. The path that I use to pick up firewood from the alders I have been thinning over time.”
I continue, with a string of texts. “I’d first give you specific instructions. I expect you to follow the partially graveled path up past the curve. There You will see a Bobcat loader. When you get to the loader you will see an old worn out leather hood on the seat. I will expect you to stand on the open loader bucket, where there is not as much mud, remove all clothes including socks, then lace your high top DC’s back on. Your hat, that should now be thrown in the bucket. After your shoes are back on, laced tight. You need to grab the old leather hood and lace it up in back, as well. You must do this. I will watch on the security cameras along the path.”
As you step off the bucket of the bobcat, You notice a shallow pit dug into the slope. It must have been there a while, as there is a little bit of standing water at the bottom of it. Further past that you see, what looks like another recently disturbed area. A little black plastic can be seen poking up out from under the soil surface, as though someone has buried household trash.
You continue hiking up the path as it curves steeply to the South, then levels out as it switches back towards where the sun is starting to set behind the large cedar trees. You see a small outbuilding, somewhat like a miniature camper cabin with a small deck jutting out in front of the sliding glass door. But what really catches your attention is, there is a rope hanging from a high big leaf maple branch.
Not just any rope, but a well used, thick, dirty white rope. Both ends are dangling about three feet in front of the deck. A deck that is about four feet up above where you are now standing. One end of the rope is a multi-twisted knot, with a large diameter loop open past the twists. A noose just hanging there, waiting, and you know why.
You continue to follow your instructions and walk up to the ramp that leads onto the deck. The only thing on the deck is a pair of silvery, light weight handcuffs. You know, this is the moment. Your instructions said, if you are ready, ready to play, you are to lock the cuffs, behind your back and wait.
Already fully erect, how can you resist? A chill runs through your body, down to your feet. It’s not the weather that chills you. You feel a light breeze blowing against your body that is sweating more than usual. Your stomach has a slight cramp. It’s the moment, the moment you came here for. As you pick up the cuffs holding them, trying out their ratcheting mechanism, you try to look in through the door of the cabin. The cabin is nearly empty, no one is inside, unlike what you had suspected. Looking at a dirty reflection, of your naked body, in the glass door, you close one of the clasps around your right wrist. You watch as you see the reflection of your cock bouncing from the excitement of closing that cuff down on your wrist. Your listen to the clicks of the cuff as you set it nearly too tight. You just don’t want any way to back out. To slip out of the cuffs on your skinny wrist. As you swing your arms behind yourself now you quickly close the cuff on your left wrist, not allowing yourself to think about it. To think that you agreed, that once they closed down on your wrists, you were giving consent to whatever is to come. As the last click locks them solidly into place, you notice that inside the cabin is a green tarp. There is no one around, so you back up to the door and find it easily slides open. You step up into the unfinished room. Turning about you see the only thing in the room is an old green coated canvas bag. The bag though has six handles. There is a what looks like a thick plastic bag inside the open, heavy brass zipper. It is a body bag. At least you guess it is. At that moment you hear footsteps coming up the ramp. There is no place for you to go now. There is no back door or way out. You did cuff Yourself. Implied consent!
Standing in the open door before you will be a man. I will be there in military boots, black leather pants heavy black biker jacket, and a spandex hood that shows only my staring blue eyes and closed mouth. I am standing there with my arms crossed, assessing you. Looking at you as though trying to determine whether you are worth bothering with. No sounds at first. Then I will start to speak. Just a simple phrase, “Turn around, face the back wall.”
Quiet. Then just as you are about to say something, I say, “Stay there, don’t move”. Then I walk off.
A few moments later, Moments that nervously tick away, your pulse sounds like it is pounding in your ears, I have returned. Without saying a word, I grab your hands from behind pulling on the middle of the cuffs. I drag out back out the door. You nearly trip on the slight step down onto the deck. Pulling by your arms, I turn you around. As you turn around your eyes see that the loose end of the rope is now twisted about a thick round deck support. The deck is small, barely enough room if you had chairs on it. There is no rail at all. The noose is lightly wrapped around the rope attached to the post. I face you to stand just a few inches back from the edge of the deck. The ground is not really that far away. Certainly not deadly if you just jump off. That is assuming you don’t have a noose on your neck. You find it unnerving that I am so quiet. You stand naked on the edge waiting. Your wait is not long. You soon feel my gloved hand grabbing your chest from behind. My other hand shakes the rope out. And I rest the loop of the noose just around your head. The open loose loop rests no on your ears. You feel on end of it at the base of your head in back nearly down to your neck. I grab you from behind with both arms wrapped around you now, as though you are being hugged from behind. Now you can feel you are hard again, really hard. You feel my mouth on your left shoulder it follows to the base of your neck. The rope is not quite down to your shoulders just yet. You reach with your cuffed hands finding my belt you follow it down to a still bulge under the leather. I grab your left nipple with my right gloved hand. My left hand now wraps around your painfully stiff cock. You’ve been so hard, It is just oozing with pre-cum. I use that to rub the head of your cock till it feels hot like fire. You start to breathe hard. Now you notice that the knot of the noose has slipped down to your nose. My mouth and nose is now at the back of your head breathing into what little shaved hair you have there. You can’t help lift your chin up into that pleasurable feeling. As you do the heavy knot has to slip down to the top of your chest. Your head and neck is now fully with in the open loop of the noose. Even though I am no longer touching your penis, or even your balls, small thick streams of true sperm start to just drain out of your erection. I grab some of it up and stick my hand right into your mouth. Pulling your chin down. Your tongue can taste leather and cum together. You suck my three fingers as I pull them back out. I immediately grab the knot from in front, pull it behind your head and tighten the knot up tight so the noose is just tight enough to stay put, right at the jawline.
You are really shaking now. I’m pulling on the slack end. Pulling it back which takes up the slack on your side of the tree limb. You feel it just start to want to pull you forward. I take that excess slack in my hand and wrap around the post three more times. So the only way your rope has any give is if you were to lean forward away from the deck. You thought you gave up control when you locked the cuffs on. But now you are standing naked, noose set high on your neck, on a rope that is passed over a branch above about three feet forward from where your feet are safely still on the deck. It’s quiet again. You feel the breeze around your sweating bare skin. I have now removed my jacket. Once again I grab you from behind. I lean against you. Just enough to make you feel off balance. I am getting off feeling your shaking, quivering body against my bare chest. I can smell your nervous sweat. It arouses me a great deal. I begin to draw my tongue up your neck, over the rope to around your ear. Then quietly I ask, “Do you want to really shoot your load now? Are you ready to cum?”
You nod your head a little at first then three more times. I let go of you and step back. Moments later I am walking down the short ramp to the gravel, then around to in front of you. My chest right at your boot level. I reach up towards you with both hands.
“You have to bend your knees some, if you want me to reach that dick of yours.” You know if you bend your knees carefully and lean back then the knot will force your chin down and the rope a little tighter on the neck. But you lean forward just a little to relieve the pressure.
I grab your dick and lightly pull forward. Pulling till just the head of it is in my glove. You start to try to push forward into my hand, and it works. You are working at fucking my gloved hand. I will of course keep moving back. You have to keep bending, leaning forward, inching right to the edge. Your mouth is actually open, drooling like you are hungry. I let go and step back again.
I say, “I want to feel you in my arms again right now. All you have to do is bend you your knees more and step down one foot at a time. As you swing free, You will swing forward to me. Only off the ground by a mere foot or two. Close enough for me to hold you close. I could hold your thighs tight and help support you. Come to me.”
You feel ready to pass out, not from the noose just over stimulation. You are thinking fuck yes, but no. I don’t want to do this, but yeah I do but how will he let me down?
As you are busy thinking this I reach forward grab you by the balls and just pull you forward. Your knees bending from the strain on your balls. You swing forward. I step away while you twist and swing feet free in the air. A breeze caresses you everywhere as you are immediately choking. Air is everywhere around you, but can’t pass through your throat. You are thrashing hard. You seem blinded by light, ears ring loud then your head feels stuffy like full of foam you go out just as you feel my arms grab your thighs. I place my mouth over your cock and thrust it forward. Your cock deep in my throat as you cum. Then I back off a little and piss floods into my mouth, spilling out over my face running off into the ground, that which I can’t swallow.
I then stand back as I let you go. “See I told you I’d make you cum.”
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Moments pass. There is nothing more on the screen. Then finally:
[Text up on screen] Wow that was amazing. Sorry my hands were gooey. I really need to run. But hey, my name is Dallas and I really like to meet you sometime in RT. Interested? Cause I think I’d love to play sometime.
I respond. Well that IS what I had asked you about.
[Text up on screen] Great! I think I have an idea for a great adventure for us. Can I email you the details later? If so, just don’t forget your rope. =)
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