Postby TiedInJordans » Wed Jun 14, 2017 9:52 pm
It was easy to keep control of Stan and get him into position using the chains. He struggled the best he could, but I easily secured one of the chains around his neck with a combination padlock, and ran the other end of the chain through an eyebolt near Grant. When I pulled all the slack from the chain, it forced Stan to hop towards Grant to avoid choking. But the rope that went from his ankle, over the ceiling beam, and to his chest harness was already tight, so moving his body forward moved his foot up by the same distance. Stan let out a yelp as his leg was stretched further than it was used to, his new Jordan sticking in the air almost level with his face.
"Well, you wanted to make a scene," I said as Stan glared at me. "I told you that you might regret it."
I untied Stan's chest harness and quickly grabbed the rope that ran to his ankle. With the rope in one hand and chain in the other, I started to slowly give his ankle a little slack, while pulling on the chain. Stan muttered some curses as he was forced to hop towards Grant. I dropped the rope when Stan was next to Grant and then padlocked the chain to the eyebolt.
Grant watched as I locked another chain around Stan's right wrist and ran that through the eyebolt. Stan was still struggling, but when I uncuffed him, it was easy to pull on the chain and get his right wrist locked to the eyebolt, high above his head. Stan grabbed at me with his left hand, and almost got me before I ducked out of reach. I grabbed the handcuff dangling from his wrist and ratcheted it through his belt loop to get him secured.
I stood back, panting, and grabbed another chain. I locked it onto Stan's left wrist then took the cuffs off. I only had to apply a little pressure in the right place, and Stan's arm went where I wanted. I chained it behind him by going around his waist and crotch. Now that he was where I wanted him, I unlocked the chain around his neck and tossed it aside.
With both boys unable to go anywhere, Stan stuck right behind Grant, I moved on to their legs. I secured a rope to Grant's right ankle above his green Adidas and pulled it up towards the ceiling beam and secured it at his chest level.
Stan tried to keep his foot away from me when I went for it with the other chain, but a little tickle in his belly button, and that was all she wrote. I forced his right foot up behind him and chained it to the same leg. This kept his knee bent and his black and white Jordan touching his ass.
"You guys ready to get a lot closer?" I asked them.
They didn't answer and I grabbed more rope. I wrapped it around both their waists and left thighs, up near their crotches. Stan grunted and Grant chuckled as I tightened the rope and drew them closer together. Stan started breathing pretty heavily as I cinched the knot, his dick rubbing right against Grant's crack.
A few more ropes secured their right wrists to each other, their chests together and their left ankles side by side.
I watched them both for a while, extremely satisfied. The rope and chain work was very captivating, and they were putting on a really good show. Stan was still struggling, even though it was obviously a lost cause. But Grant was just trying to keep his balance, a difficult task while Stan was bucking like a horse.
"Jesus Christ, will you get rid of the rope around our waists Jordan?" Grant asked. "I mean come on Stan, can't you control that shit? Your dick is trying to bust out of your jeans."
"Dude, seriously, that is not my fault." Stan said. "Jordan hasn't let me cum since he brought me here yesterday but he keeps getting me close. It's torture."
I chuckled and turned the lights off on my way upstairs. I was confident they would be stuck there while I slept.
"Looks like he doesn't plan on letting you cum tonight either," Grant taunted.
Stan could not stand it. He couldn't help trying to make something work, but he was stuck too close to Grant. All Stan managed to do was thrust against Grant enough to get himself a little harder. His dick was so close to Grant's ass, but trapped by his jeans and unable to get any relief.
Now Grant was getting turned on now himself. He hated being tied up, so no one had managed to keep him in ropes before. He had only been tied up once, part of a bet back when he played baseball in high school, and he had escaped in less than a minute. He also turned the tables on the kid he lost the bet to. Grant had him tied up in no time, his cleats almost touching his butt in a tight hogtie. That had made for a very fun day.
But now, Grant was actually trapped. He had tried all his tricks to escape, but Jordan was very good at this. With no knots even remotely in reach, and no slack to manipulate, he thought he might actually be at Jordan's mercy. And that's not mentioning Stan, who was still trying to hump his way to relief, making it very hard to keep balance. Stan's dick was starting to tease him, too, each thrust distracting him from his escape attempt.
The most frustrating thing for Grant was his hand placement, however. Stan's struggles started to get Grant a little aroused. His left hand was tied right at his crotch, securely, and he couldn't move his wrist at all. He was left with the ability to squeeze his hardening cock, but not to free it from his pants or give it any room. This was a first for Grant. He had never been denied an orgasm, always able to deal with an erection one way or another. Now he was starting to get very hard as he realized he couldn't cum either, stuck in the same boat as Stan. As his cock strained against his jeans, he couldn't help but squeeze it. He moaned and started to get lost in the lust that had taken control of Stan. But he snapped out of it.
"Stop," he demanded of Stan. Stan stopped his thrusting, instantly obeying the authority in Grant's voice. He rested his chin on Grant's shoulder as he regained his composure and caught his breath.
"Sorry," Stan muttered. His face was burning with shame, but he couldn't do anything about his dick still throbbing almost up Grant's crack.
"No, you're fine." Grant's tone had softened. "But you were getting me pretty worked up, and we're gonna have a long night already. We shouldn't be torturing ourselves on top of it."
Stan didn't say anything, still embarrassed by his lack of control. But at least Grant was cool about it. Stan's cock finally starting to settle down. After he calmed down, it didn't take long for him to start falling asleep. He had had a long, taxing day. And he had slept poorly the night before, tied standing up then, too.
Grant soon felt Stan snoring, his head still resting on Grant's shoulder. Grant was jealous, anticipating a very long night with little to no sleep. He was not comfortable in these ropes. His earlier arousal at being trapped completely gone now, he tried again to get out. He ended up frustrated and tried to simply break free. Stan mumbled something as Grant struggled but didn't wake up. Grant stopped and prepared for a long night as Stan started getting a boner.
"Just great." Grant muttered as Stan stared to move his hips in his sleep.