Joe in the Corner

Lemme tell ya about my pal Joe. Joe is this chubby little guy in his late fifties or early sixties – he would never admit to a day over 45, though. We met online and started chatting. I don’t know why I bothered with him. I mean, I’m the kind of guy who likes to do things for real and he struck me at once as the kind of flake who fantasizes a lot but never actually does anything about making his fantasies come true. Still, I humored the little fucker. Heck, here was a guy almost twenty years older than me and obviously still a virgin S-and-M-wise, but so very fascinated by it.

Boy, was he intrigued! When we started chatting online, he kept asking me so many questions I thought it would be easier to just meet over a beer and talk. I was pleasantly surprised when he turned up at our first encounter – we had agreed to meet at a local bar. His type very seldom turns up for anything! But turn up he did, and we started seeing each other once or twice a week. And I must admit he had a hot little body – about 5’1”, very dark hair that was just starting to turn grey, a very furry chest, from what I could see when his shirt was open. But that was all I could see. This idiot was always fully clothed. All he seemed interested in was talk, talk, talk. He wanted to know everything I did as a Master. He was a glutton for every kind of detail I could give him.

- So what did you do to him, then? Did you fuck him? Was he still wearing the jock strap? And blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda.

It got on my nerves after a while. It started to dawn on me I was being played for a sucker. Joe used me to feed his fantasies. I started telling him less and less. The more he pressed for details of what I did during my scenes, the more evasive I got. Finally, one day, I told him :

- Okay, Joe, you want to know what my scenes are like? You come and watch.

- Watch? What do you mean, watch? Like, stand in a corner and… just watch?

- Yeah, you got that right. That’s exactly what I mean. Get your little butt in the corner of an actual dungeon and watch what’s going on. Except I got a chair for you to sit on. You needn’t stand all the time.

For once, Joe was speechless. I knew he desperately wanted to say yes. I also knew I shouldn’t leave him the time to chicken out.

- Listen, Joe. I got a sub coming at my place in half an hour. If you’re game, you come with me. You’ve been to my place, you know what it’s like.

He had come to my place a couple of times for drinks and of course, I’d shown him my dungeon. Not much of a dungeon, actually, more of a play space I set up in a spare room. Still, it had a cage, a bondage table, quite a lot of gear – the things you accumulate over the years!

We drove to my place and Joe was uncharacteristically close-mouthed during the ride. I guess he must have thought this was it – that thing he’d been fantasizing about for years, heck, decades, he’d finally get to see what it was like. It was only a ten-minute ride to my place. When we stopped at a red light, I looked at Joe’s face. He was staring ahead of him, his dark brown eyes looking at nothing in particular.  His round bald head was sweating profusely, and it wasn’t because of the heat. Looking down, I saw a bulge in his jeans. Little bastard was getting excited just at the thought of what was going to happen. Well, I thought, I’m just going to have to make it better than his best daydream, won’t I?

When we finally arrived at my place, we went straight to the “dungeon”.

- Go and sit in the chair, Joe. My sub Tim should be here pretty soon. He knows I get ornery when he’s late.

Joe sat down in the big heavy wooden chair I had put in a corner of the room. It’s a big solid oak thing I bought at a garage sale a couple of years ago. I mean, the thing’s solid and really heavy. The chair has some leather restraints fastened to it. As soon as Joe was sitting in it, I started buckling the arm restraints. I’m so used to doing it I’m very quick and efficient. Joe didn’t have time to get away.

- Hey! What gives? he cried.

- Joe, my man, I’m not going to hurt you. But you have to understand I can’t allow a spectator watching in on one of my scenes like he’s watching TV.  A good scene has to have a certain mood and the only way you can watch without spoiling the mood is by being inconspicuous.

- Waddaya mean “inconspicuous”? Hey! You’re not going to tie my legs too, are ya?

- Of course I am. Isn’t that just what I’m doing right now? Think about it Joe. Imagine you’re a sub coming to get your kicks with your Master. How would you feel if a complete stranger was there, watching the proceedings, maybe making a comment or two or asking questions like he is at the fucking zoo?

- I’ll be quiet. I told you I would!

- You sure will.

By then, I had him fastened to the chair by his arms and legs. The restraints were padded, so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. There were more restraints – a couple of leather straps to hold the “victim” to the back of the chair and one to hold the upper legs tight against the seat.

- Please, stop! I’ll be good. I won’t move or say a word, I swear.

Little chubby Joe was getting very uncomfortable. I didn’t want that. I looked him in the eye.

- Joe, I want you to relax and enjoy what’s going to happen. I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you and I mean it. In fact, I’m not going to touch you during the whole scene. You’ll be sitting in the corner and my sub will hardly notice you.

That seemed to calm him. I went to get a couple of items from my bag of tricks – a bandana and a roll of tape. I quickly gagged Joe with the bandana and secured it in place with the tape. He was now not only immobile but silent. All he could do was moan helplessly in his gag.

- Mmmmnpphhhhhh?

- Yes, Joe, I like my men to be seen and not heard. I’d told you that already, didn’t I? And…

Just then, the bell rang. It was Tim, right on time. I heard Joe “mmmmnphh” into his gag, as I went to open the door. A couple of minutes later, I was back in the room with Tim at the end of a leash, his hands cuffed behind his back, blindfolded with a black piece of cloth. I looked at Joe and held my hand in front of my mouth in a hushing motion. Joe got my meaning and did not make a sound.

Now, Tim is a handsome bear of a man, a big, beefy guy in his early sixties with light grey hair and a beard. He was wearing a leather jacket and a pair of jeans one size too tight. Since this is Joe’s story, and not Tim’s, I won’t go into too much detail as to exactly what I did to Tim.  Let’s just say that it was long, painful, sometimes exquisitely so, and that it involved, among other things, a bondage table, plenty of rope, several sizes dildoes and lots of lube, titclamps and numerous clothespins, and various other items. Nothing I like better than to take a big, bad ol’daddybear of a man and make him my plaything.

Every once in a while, I’d have a look at Joe to see haw he was doing. He kept silent, just as I had signaled him to, but boy! was he squirming! He was obviously very much aroused by what he saw, but of course, being strapped to my big wooden chair, he couldn’t jerk himself off. I had done a good job of securing him to the chair and the whole situation must have been driving him wild. Here was his ultimate fantasy happening right in front of him, like a live porn video, and he couldn’t touch himself! All he could do was IMAGINE it was him roped on the bondage table, his chubby little furry body that was being fitted with the tit clamps and clothespins, his arsehole that was being invaded by the dildoes, and so on, and so forth… But actually, this was all happening to someone else. And it could have been him.

Finally, when I was done with Tim, I took him back, still blindfolded, to the entrance hallway so he could get dressed. At some point, Tim looked at me and said :

“Was there somebody else in the playroom? I kept hearing those muffled sounds, a bit like somebody moaning in a gag.”

I burst out laughing and told Tim about the deal with Joe. Tim got a good laugh out of it too. He said knowing that Joe was there would have been distracting, but now, when he would wank off thinking about today’s scene –as he always did between meets – it would make his memories even hotter.

When I got back to my playroom, I saw that little Joe was all red in the face. Thinking that maybe he had difficulty breathing, I quickly took off the gag.

- You bastard! he shouted. You mean son of a bitch!

I was taken aback. Just a little.

- What’s the matter, Joe? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

- Enjoy it? How could I enjoy it being trussed up like this? Get me loose, willya? I gotta wank off something bad!

- Now Joe, I think you are being downright ungrateful. There I’ve been fulfilling your wish, your longtime wish, that you’ve been asking me about for months, and that’s all the thanks I get? Just for that, I got half a mind to put that gag back on and leave you alone for a few hours.

I had said that with my stern Master’s voice. It was Joe’s turn to be taken aback.

- You wouldn’t do that, would you? he said in a slightly fearful tone.

- You bet I would, I answered. Didn’t I do exactly as I said I would, just now?

- Oh, I wish you hadn’t, Joe said. He was no longer shouting. He seemed anxious to get back in my good graces.

- You didn’t answer my question, Joe. Did you or didn’t you enjoy what you saw?

- I did. But also I didn’t. Because I couldn’t do anything.

- So what do you wish you could have done?

- I…

- C’mon, spill it! That’s an order!

- I… I wished I could have taken Tim’s place.

- Now be careful what you say, Joe. If you give me power over you, I’ll definitely take it. You want more of what you saw, you won’t be a spectator.

All the while I was looking at Joe’s eyes, who had become imploring, and the bulge in his pants. There was a wet spot there. Obviously, what Joe had seen had made him leak a lot of pre-cum.

- I’ll give you everything you want, Sir! Everything!

Now, I have to give Joe credit – he caught on quick. Him using that word “sir”, that told me more than enough that he meant business. I untied the straps that were holding him to the chair.

- All right, I said as he was getting up. Now, you strip. Down to your undies.

- Yes, sir! 
Such eagerness in his voice.

And now I could see it all. The furry chest. The chubby little body. Joe was just as scrumptious as I had suspected he was.

When he was down to his briefs, I put a couple of leather restraints on his wrists and fastened his hands behind his back. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. I started playing with his fat little man boobs and nipples.

- Now, Joe, you called me a couple of nasty names a moment ago…

- Oh, Sir, I’m so sorry. I was upset. I was afraid you were just going to… you know… kick me out of your playroom…

- Why were you afraid I’d do that, Joe?”

He looked down and said, in a hoarse voice :

- I know I’ve been such a nuisance to you, Sir. I just couldn’t… you know… take the plunge… And then when I saw Tim… I thought "what does he want to have to do with me, when he can have men like that?"

He looked so sweet when he said that, like a little boy who just got into trouble.

- Well Joe, I think it was a bit presumptuous of you, thinking that.

- Yes, sir, it was.

I lifted his chin up, so he’d look me in the eye.

- Joe, you never try to second-guess your Master. You just do as you’re told. Is that understood?

- Yes, Sir!

- You need to be punished for the bad words you used. You know how bad boys get punished?

- Er… I’m not sure, Sir?

- They get a good spanking. Now come over here.

I led Joe by the ear over to where my special chair for giving spankings was. I sat down and pulled Joe over my knee. With both hands tied behind his back, he had no means to resist. He still had his briefs on, but that wasn’t much protection, was it?

As I started to slap Joe’s chubby little bottom, I thought that this had definitely been worth waiting for. Joe probably thought so too.