Nephew Bondage

I’ve been reading some of these nephew stories. I have never ever spoken about my incident. I’m now 46 but was in my mid thirties at the time of my experience. My family is filled with tall people, I being just shy of 6 ft with the men all but one being over 6’4”. My brothers son on the first occurrence was 6’2” and skinny at 14 yrs of age. I have always been in great shape, an athlete as is he. He and I were watching pro wrestling to which I said it was fake. He showed me some wrestling holds to prove otherwise. Some questionable unless of course you score points for cupping your opponent’s breasts and crotch. I thought, hmmm .. I do believe I’ve been groped but I let it pass. The second occasion was when his dad sent him to my place early one morning to build a prefab tool shed for me. It was a hot morning and only getting hotter. He was now sixteen at 6’4” and around 200 pounds. I donned my bikini and was sunbathing in the backyard while he worked. We aren’t talking about an overly revealing bikini. Very conservative as bikinis go. By noon Daryl finished the job and we went in to cool down. We were watching a PVR Dateline where a young woman was kidnapped. Those who killed the woman, used duct tape to keep her bound. I voiced how I found it very hard to believe that tape could hold anyone to which Daryl insisted it could and went out to his truck to get duct tape. She was taped to a bed so we went into my guest room where a similar metal bed board was available. I let Daryl tape my arms as it was with her to the board. I was positive that I could break free no problem and shocked to find that I was unable to. I really tried but as I did the look that came over Daryl’s face was hard to explain but it caused my heart to pound. I realized that I was completely helpless. My struggle became more violent as my determination grew. I threw myself around which had him focused on my breasts bouncing wildly as I tossed and contorted my body in my fruitless attempt to get free. Daryl laughed but his staring at my tits, filled with a want in his eyes and a substantial tent in his sweat pants was intimidating. I yelled, “Daryl .. you can stop laughing. You win, now release me!” He kept laughing and for whatever reason, maybe nerves, I started laughing too. He said he would go fetch some scissors to cut the tape. When he returned, still laughing, he said I looked beautiful, very sexy. Instead of cutting the tape he cut the middle of my bikini top at my breast bone which released my breasts fully exposed. I yelled at him in anger about how wrong that was and that he ruined my bikini. “What is the matter with you?!” He was very quiet, laid beside me and then suckled on my nipples. I kept saying to him, “Daryl, this is so wrong!” He just kept suckling. I had no choice but to relax and let him. He seem to enjoy it so much that in a way it was adorable and I was beginning to enjoy it, a lot. He must have sucked and played with my breasts for 20 minutes when he then slid his hand into my bikini bottoms. I said, “This is so wrong Daryl! What you’re doing is very wrong!” I’m not one who enjoys being fingered, never have and I told him so. He pulled his fingers out of me and placed them in his mouth. “But you’re wet!” He asked if he could eat me. I gave a firm no! “Cut this tape please.” Instead he firmly removed my bottoms down and off my legs. I did not fight him from going down on me. He immediately assaulted my clit with his tongue. I told him it hurt that it wasn’t enjoyable. He seemed upset that he was unable to please me. I then instructed him on how to eat me. Take it slow and once I’m fully prepared through the fore play for him to gently suck on my clitoris. Gently. He followed instructions well. He really was wanting me to enjoy what he was doing and now I was. I took some time as I always do to cum but when I do it’s always intense. He loved it. He loved watching me shake in my aftershock pleasure. He took his clothing off and asked if he could fuck me. I said only if you release my hands. To my surprise he cut me loose. And to my surprise I let him enter me. We had sex several times that afternoon never to be repeated. It was actually a beautiful moment of an older woman teaching a young man on how to become a lover. I also made sure I was never alone with him again. He has begged me more times than I can count to let it happen again but it will not. He has a long term girlfriend who, although shorter than I, looks very much like me. Go figure.