Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking-In

Postby snobound » Sun Aug 29, 2010 7:02 am

Note: I wrote this when I was 18, and have posted it on at least one other site, though always under the same (or nearly the same) username. You may wonder why I posted what initially seems to be a self-bondage story in the intimate TUGs section. As the story progresses, you will probaby agree that it's in the right spot. It's long, so give it a chance- 23 pages single spaced! The story is a bit graphic, and definitely geared toward those with a M/M bent. Mod- if this story is a bit much for this site, go ahead and delete. I will post in sections due to the length. It is mostly due to the second section that I am posting here, rather than in the fictional TUG story thread. This, by the way, was my first real attempt at writing bondage fiction...

Part 1: A Little Too Anxious -or- Ian's Outing


Panic spread like a wave through Ian’s body as he heard the muffled, though distinctive, thump produced upon opening the door to his Boston apartment. Almost nothing worked correctly or sat squarely in the century old four-family he had called home during his final two years at Northeastern. A sound that had previously been only a minor nuisance now caused his adrenaline to surge far greater than it had only moments before.

“Fuck!” surprisingly, was all the usually brilliant Ian could think to shout into the thick leather muzzle held tightly to his face by four roller buckles. It was this piece of headgear that seemed to excite him the most only moments ago, but now prevented him from warning any unprepared visitor of the shock that he or she would surely encounter.

….

Ian had been anticipating this weekend for some time. He would finally get the privacy he had so badly needed, at least temporarily, as his significant other of the last ten months had mercifully gone to Connecticut to visit her family and friends.

Ashley had been introduced to Ian by Zach, a fellow player on Northeastern’s accomplished soccer team. Ian was often described as one of the school’s most eligible bachelors, and was the constant target of set-ups from his well-meaning teammates, who seemed hell-bent at finding their star goalie a “hot piece of ass”. This, Ashley certainly was. A princess from one of Fairfield County, Connecticut’s blue blood families- Ashley seemed a fit prize for one of Northeastern’s most respected student athletes. Ian quickly flashed to Zach’s insistence that he simply couldn’t “fuck this one up”.

Though reluctantly, Ian played the part of the rich girl’s gorgeous boyfriend as the hollow relationship progressed. Ashley was great- blond, and put together like a goddess. Ian was succeeding in quelling the suspicions that he was almost sure were held by some of his friends and teammates by carrying on this seemingly predestined relationship with a girl whom everyone in his world regarded as an excellent catch.
While Ashley was both open-minded and fun, she was also very goal-oriented, and had a clear vision mapped out of what her ideal relationship must look like. The timeline she envisioned obviously included live-in status by month six, as Ian was hounded to allow her to move her remaining belongings into his former bachelor pad after only half a year together.

What should have been a major change went mostly unnoticed since most of Ashley’s stuff had worked its way into Ian’s apartment throughout the previous winter break. Though it had only been a month since Ian had, with a sick stomach, unceremoniously “offered” to share his home with Ashley, it had actually been an entire semester since he had enjoyed any real time alone.

It was for this very reason why Ian’s heart pumped as he helped Ashley load up the car for the three-hour journey to her parent’s home in southwestern Connecticut.

“Exams aren’t for ages. Why the hell don’t you want to come?” Ashley whined for what seemed like the twentieth time.

“I just need some down-time,” was Ian’s programmed response. “You know how stressed I’ve been.”

“Suit yourself,” was Ashley’s retort as she pecked him on the cheek. Ashley climbed into the Escalade purchased for her by her father- the same one that looked so out of place in this working class neighborhood. “Call me,” she mouthed hopefully while pulling away from the curb. Why did Ian appear so seemingly excited at the prospect of their first weekend apart since becoming a serious couple? She would surely miss him. Shouldn’t he feel the same? Ashley dismissed these thoughts as she scolded herself for being so overly analytical and paranoid. Of course Ian loved her.

….

Ian had only allowed fifteen minutes to lapse before climbing the stairs to the attic of his fourth floor apartment. With a slight grin on his face he began pulling the combination padlocks off of two ubiquitous trunks found in college dorms everywhere. Ashley had only once inquired as to their contents while moving her winter clothes into the attic. Ian attempted to ignore her questioning, mumbling, “Old textbooks and stuff,” as he absentmindedly juggled a soccer ball.

Never had Ian considered that he failed to allow enough time to pass as he revealed the contents of the first trunk to contain dozens of lengths of tan hemp rope, as well as shiny steel chains of varying lengths and sizes. He ran his hand across the chain before quickly turning his attention to the second trunk, which seemed to be stuffed to the point of overflowing with leather straps of numerous widths with heavy chrome roller buckles.

Ian’s pulse quickened as he removed the many restraints, harnesses, and straps that lined the top half of the trunk, revealing additional, harder to identify playthings below that appeared to be made of rubber, latex, and other shiny, black materials.

At first glance, this small, stifling attic didn’t appear to be anything out of the ordinary, though a trained eye would have quickly recognized the steel ring dangling from a chain hoist, as well as the unmade bed resting on a heavy, one-piece steel frame with welded head and foot boards, as the toys of a sort of person that Ian couldn’t possibly be.

Ian began to remove two twenty foot long pieces of heavy chain from the first trunk and carried them over to the floor at the foot of the bed. He carelessly dropped the first chain before tossing the second toward the head of the bed. For a change, he didn’t care about making a racket- no one was home. He walked back to the first trunk and pulled a cardboard box from beneath the coiled rope that contained a variety of padlocks. After placing the box at the foot of the bed he chose a large padlock and adeptly secured one end of the chain to the leg in the front left of the bed. The rest of this length of chain sat in a heap at the head of the bed as he did the same with the second length of chain, though at the right side of the bed. The chains came over the top of the mattress at the front, not at the sides of the bed.

Though it was only late April, it was still over eighty degrees in the unventilated attic, and Ian began to sweat as he crisscrossed the chains into an X, bringing the ends down to opposite sides of the bed. He grabbed a lock before looping the end of the first chain around the leg at the right side of the foot of the bed. Ian cinched the chain down tightly before locking it around the leg. He then did the same to the remaining chain at the top of the bed, creating a taught crisscross upon the surface of the mattress. There still remained a number of feet of unused chain at each of the two legs at the bottom end of the bed frame. Ian picked up each of these ends and piled them at the point just before each chain disappeared over the edges of the mattress. He rubbed the crotch of his athletic shorts as he anticipated attaching these ends to his chain harness.

As if he had forgotten, Ian quickly knelt down at the left side of the bed and slipped his arm between the mattress and box spring. From here he pulled a three foot long loop made of a yellow braided nylon tow strap that he had purchased from Home Depot the previous year. He briefly remembered the embarrassment he felt while purchasing the two thirty foot long straps, thinking that the cashier must know his true intentions for this seemingly innocuous item.

Ian then moved to the opposite side of the bed where he pulled the loop made by the other end of this first strap from beneath the mattress. These two ends came over the mattress just below the point where the two chains disappeared over the sides of the bed to be attached to the legs. The straps lay about a foot and a half from the foot of the bed. Ian then uncovered two more loops made of the same strapping that were brought over the top of the mattresses about a foot and a half from the head of the bed. He had spent a frustrating twenty minutes early last semester having to adjust the length of these loops that passed underneath the mattress at both ends of the bed. It was important that the two top loops hold his elbows tightly to the sides of the bed, at the same time allowing his hands to be locked together while held over his head as he lay on his back. The same adjustments to the loops at the foot of the bed were needed to ensure that his feet could be brought together as his knees were secured toward the sides of the bed.

With sweat dripping from his forehead, Ian pushed a lock of perspiration-soaked dirty-blond hair away from his eyes as he plucked two six foot lengths of chain from one of the trunks. From experience, he knew exactly where his shoulders would fall when laying on the bed. Ensuring that at least two feet of chain was left for later use, he attached this shorter chain to one of the crisscrossed chains, just above the point where his left shoulder would soon be. With the reserved two foot section placed aside, Ian brought the remaining length of the chain down to the lower left part of the X created by the two crisscrossed chains and locked it to this second spot. Piled up near this padlock was another unused two feet of chain that would also be set aside until later. Ian quickly repeated this process with the second six foot chain, the top of which was attached just above the point where his right shoulder would lie, and the bottom locked to the bottom leg of the X at the right side. Ian stood back surveying with satisfaction the six attachment points that were now ready for his body harness.

Now only three short lengths of chain needed to be added to the bed to complete what Ian felt was a masterpiece of self-bondage. A two foot length of chain was attached to the center of the welded steel headboard, level with the mattress. The final two were locked to the two legs at the foot of the bed, though these were brought up on to the mattress at the bottom of the bed, not at the sides. Ian admired his handiwork as he adjusted the lengths of chain that would soon render him helpless. He then strategically placed additional padlocks near each of the six unattached ends of chain that sat on the bed.

Ian removed the thin gray t-shirt that had begun to stick with sweat to his muscular chest and back before kneeling in front of the second trunk. Here he fumbled for a few minutes before standing with an armload of heavy, black cowhide restraints. With his excitement building, Ian distractedly kicked off his Adidas soccer shorts and tight boxer briefs before sitting to attach his five inch wide, three roller buckle ankle restraints. He rubbed his stiffening cock before reminding himself to keep his hands to himself until later.

Ian admired his well-defined six foot frame in a dusty old full-length mirror that leaned against a nearby wall as he secured the four inch wide black leather wrist restrains to his arms. From the box of padlocks he pulled four identical miniature locks that he carefully secured onto the two locking buckles on each of the wrist restraints. Ian now realized how acutely aware his senses were becoming as he jumped upon hearing a car door slam shut in the distance. Peering from the grimy window on the front gable end of the attic he recognized the car as belonging to one of his downstairs neighbors.

Relieved, Ian now strode over to the first of the two trunks and removed what appeared to be a tangled mess of chains attached to four inch diameter steel rings. His practiced hand soon found their mark as he slipped his head between two pieces of chain. It quickly became apparent that he was donning a full body chain harness. Though he had no one to show this handiwork off too, Ian was quite proud of this item that he had crafted after a leather harness he owned of the same design. The different lengths of chain of the harness were connected using add-a-link chain connectors, also purchased with a good deal of unnecessary embarrassment from the local Home Depot. The short length of chain that descended past his navel, as well as the one that passed blow the small of his back and between his ass cheeks, were both connected to two attached rings- a smaller diameter at the top for his cock, and a slightly larger one at the bottom to accommodate his balls.

With sweat dripping from his forehead Ian again examined himself in the mirror- it was now that he would have loved for a like-minded individual to finish restraining him. After a final reach into the second toy box Ian carefully removed one of his favorite items- the black leather head harness with muzzle through which he would soon be attempting to shout unheard warnings. Ian placed the muzzle ceremoniously on to the waiting bed.

Ian now descended the rickety attic stairway into his fourth floor apartment. He had carefully drawn all of the blinds the moment he was back in the house and Ashley was out of sight. He approached the freezer and removed a paper cup full of solidly frozen water. Entombed in the center of the block of ice was one end of a small coil of string of about five feet in length. A second such oddity was sitting in the back of the freezer, as he planned additional fun later in the weekend.

With his chain harness clinking Ian remounted the attic stairs, approached the bed, and then stood on a small chair near the headboard in order to place the cup of ice on an almost unnoticeable shelf that was built into the roof truss five feet or so above where his arms would soon be securely restrained. To the free end of the length of string frozen in the ice he attached two keys that would unlock different padlocks in roughly a few hours time. Once he was satisfied with the knots he dropped the keys, which now hung roughly a foot from the surface of the mattress.

After a final glance at the bed, symmetrically strewn with chains, nylon straps, and padlocks, Ian turned his attention to the muzzle sitting on one of the only chain-free spots on the bed. Since its last use, the straps of the head harness had only been loosened, not totally unbuckled, allowing Ian to easily slip the muzzle over his head. He began with the attached collar, ensuring that it was snug, but not so tight as to restrict his breathing. He then began to tighten the straps on either side of the muzzle itself, pulling the roller buckles tight enough so that the thick leather of the muzzle almost completely prevented him from breathing through his mouth. Ian finally cinched the two straps that came from the top of the muzzle, passed over both temples, and around the back of his head.

As focused as he might have been during the final moments of a tied championship match, Ian breathed deeply through his nostrils as he sat on the foot of the bed. He slid himself back slightly, maneuvering his right leg through one of the nylon tow strap loops. He did the same with his left leg, ensuring that the straps circled each leg at the knee. Ian knew that he must concentrate on the remaining bondage that he wanted to apply, as he had succumbed to masturbation at this point before- overly excited by the wrist and ankle restraints, muzzle, and chain harness.
He moved both ankles to the center of the edge at the bottom of the bed, at the same time grabbing one of the large padlocks that he had left within reach. He then brought the two short chains that had been attached to the bottom feet of the bed frame together toward the center, placing the shackle of the lock through them at the center of the bed, just at its edge. Ian then grunted into the muzzle as he strained to bring his ankles together near the padlock. With one seamless motion he captured the D rings of both ankle restraints in the padlock, closing the shackle with a satisfying click.

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eye as Ian laid back to test the straps and chains immobilizing his legs. His cock was rock hard, but he needed to see this through- he’d waited so long for this precious time alone. Now on his back, Ian groped with his hands for the length of chain on his left that had been looped around the leg on the bottom left side of the bed. Four or five feet of chain from this length making up the taught X was left piled on the bed. He gauged how much would be needed to reach the left side of the chain harness just to the side of his navel. While pulling the chain as tightly as possible Ian quickly secured it to the harness, repeating the process on the right side.
Ian knew that he was only minutes from blissful helplessness as he breathed heavily due to exertion, arousal, and heat. With renewed energy he reached for the small two foot length of chain that was tightly attached to the bottom left leg of the X in the center of the bed. This he brought up over his chest, attaching it with a padlock to the harness just below his left pectoral muscle. Yet again, he repeated the symmetry on the right side, making sure that both chains were as tight as he could manage.

With difficulty Ian now reached over his left shoulder for the second two foot section of chain that lay attached to the left side of the top leg of the X. This he brought over his left shoulder where it sat for a moment. He reached for yet another padlock, which he hooked on to the left part of the V on the chain harness that passed across his chest. Holding the lock with his right hand, he pulled the chain tightly with his left, securing it to the padlock. The opposite chain was attached to the right side of the V on the harness. Testing the effectiveness of the addition of these two chains, he found that he was hardly able to lift his head by an inch or two, never mind his torso.

Tingling with anticipation Ian put each arm through its respective loop of nylon strapping, working them down toward his elbows. It was now, as he stretched both arms over his head, that his swollen cock became harder than at any time when he was pleasuring Ashley. With the final large padlock in his right hand, he reached with his left for the single chain above his head that had been attached at the center of the steel headboard. With every bit of effort he could muster Ian stretched for the farthest link of the chain he could reach. Through this link he passed the shackle of the final large padlock. Pausing for only a second, he then managed to snag the shackle with the D ring of his left wrist restraint, quickly followed by the right. With some delicate maneuvering of his fingers, Ian managed to secure the padlock, marking the completion of his predicament.

After allowing his body to relax for a brief minute Ian began to test the effectiveness of his bonds. This, he thought, was as far as self-bondage could ever take him. Regardless of the intensity of his thrashing, he found that he could move no part of his body more than an inch. The suffocating stillness of the attic, along with his struggling, caused Ian’s body to become drenched in sweat. Though the ceiling was all he could see around the straps of the muzzle head harness, Ian imagined how the chains that were tightly crisscrossing his body must have looked against his athletic, gym toned body. He had waited so long for this opportunity, and would now relish the hours it would surely take for the ice to release the keys from its frozen grip.

Ian spent the next blissful half hour alternating between struggling against the leather, steel, and nylon that imprisoned him as he groaned into his prized muzzle, and simply lying there, still and helpless, savoring the sensory overload he was now experiencing. It was just as he began to drift into one of his favorite bondage fantasies that his apartment’s dilapidated door wrenched him back to reality.

For a few brief seconds Ian attempted to explain away the noise that caused his carotid artery to throb against the leather collar buckled around his neck. It might have been his downstairs neighbor slamming shut one of the ancient windows that stuck against countless layers of paint, or maybe the dog that belonged to the couple with whom he shared the fourth floor was again knocking over furniture. Who was he kidding? Ian had cringed at that very same noise on a daily basis- especially since it had begun to announce the return of Ashley from classes.

“Ashley…oh shit, it couldn’t be!” Ian thought, his panic rising still higher. “Fuck!” he shouted a second fruitless time into his muzzle. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Ashley might have had any reason to return to the apartment after leaving only an hour and a half ago. His mind began to flash over others that might have forced their way into his apartment- Zach; his brother, Hunter; his deranged landlord- he would have been equally appalled had any of these alternatives found him in such an inexplicable predicament. However, if the visitor had been anyone but Ashley they would likely come to the conclusion that he was not at home and simply leave. Could he possibly be that lucky?

“Ian?!” Ashley bellowed, “I forgot mom’s present.” Monday was Ashley’s mother’s fiftieth birthday, and she had purchased a lavishly expensive handbag for her from one of Boston’s exclusive boutiques. Of course she would have turned around for it after realizing her mistake.

“Shit,” thought Ian, had he really been so absorbed in his self-bondage that he failed to notice the brightly wrapped package sitting on the kitchen counter?

“Ian!” Ashley shouted, louder still. Ian could hear the clomping of Ashley’s heels as she made a circuit through the small apartment in search of her boyfriend.

Ian began to thrash around against his bonds more violently than he would have believed possible, wincing as he felt muscles tear in both his left side hamstring and tricep. If he could only pull on one of the wrist restraints with enough force to tear the D ring from the double stitched and riveted cowhide strap that fastened it to the cuff he would be able to reach up and grab the keys that dangled only inches from his fingertips. He now regretted his thorough comparison shopping on the web in search of the most durable and inescapable leather restraints money could buy. His excruciating efforts yielded no more than what he was sure were two severely bruised wrists.

He now realized that his only hope of staving off unimaginable humiliation was to be lucky enough for Ashley to assume that he had left the apartment. This, he thought, was a long shot, seeing that his running shoes still sat near the door and his wallet upon the kitchen table. The pace of Ashley’s search around the apartment slowed, and Ian thought his heart would burst from his chest as he heard her come to a stop at the seldom used door that led to the attic stairway. Ian briefly noticed that his cock managed to remain rock hard, even in the midst of such an advanced stage of panic. He dared to breath again as he heard her footsteps move away from the door, then pause yet again.

Then came what seemed like one last shout, “Ian?!”

“Oh, thank god,” thought Ian as his heart rate began to decrease. Why would she choose to hang around waiting for him when he could be gone for god knows how long? Finally, Ian’s worst fears were realized as Ashley’s footsteps retraced their path back to the door to the attic stairway. This horrific development was quickly followed by the loud clack of the antique door knob, and creaking of the hinges as the door slowly swung open.

“Ian?” was Ashley’s apprehensive call up the stairway. Amid all of his panic, Ian managed to formulate one clear thought- that his life would likely change forever should Ashley choose to climb the twelve stairs that separated her from a shock she never would have expected.

A feeling of resignation spread through Ian’s body as he heard Ashley climb the first half of the stairway. She paused, and then rushed up the remaining stairs as the bed on which Ian was immobilized began to come into view. “Oh my god, Ian!” Ashley shrieked with a great deal of concern and shock as she surveyed this inexplicable scene. “Who did this to you? Is someone else in the house? Why would they…,” she trailed off as she suddenly spotted the keys dangling just out of reach of her boyfriend’s clenched fists.

Ian closed his beautiful blue eyes as he attempted to concoct some sort of believable explanation for the state that Ashley now found him in. There was no time, however, for such creativity, as the truth seemed to flood into Ashley’s head all at once. She stepped to the side of the bed, admiring how the numerous chains accentuated the well-defined body that had first attracted her to Ian. She ran her index finger along his right bicep, his sweat-soaked armpit, and across his chest. “Faggot,” she finally said, almost under her breath.

Ian winced at the utterance, though he had hardly any time to come to terms with her realization of the truth. She grabbed hold of his still hard cock, slowly stroking it as Ian moaned into his muzzle. Ashley watched his muscles strain as she milked him toward an orgasm the likes of which she had never been able to induce before. She finally wiped off her hands on the insides of his thighs as Ian watched her expression change from one of curiosity to one of anger.

Ian could say nothing as Ashley’s attention turned to the keys that would have inevitably dropped to his hands within the hour. She reached for the keys, held them in her hand for a brief moment as she looked into his pleading eyes, and with a flick of her wrist, yanked the opposite end of the string from the melting cup of ice. “You wasted ten months of my life, you fucking faggot. I hope you rot here.”

Panic stricken once again, Ian began to scream into his muzzle and thrash around once again. “She can’t do this to me!” he thought. Ashley calmly removed her camera phone from her pocket before snapping pictures of her helpless boyfriend from different angles. Ashley then spat on Ian’s chest, turned around, and descended the stairs as she began dialing the same phone she had just taken four incriminating photographs with. Ian heard her make what sounded like three successive calls. Who was she calling, and what was she telling them? Ian suddenly envisioned a picture of him in bondage on the front of Northeastern’s student newspaper.

Ashley seemed to march around the apartment for a good half hour, gathering together, as Ian only assumed, important belongings that she couldn’t wait to send her father or brother to retrieve at a later time. Eventually Ian heard the door of the apartment slam shut.

A flood of emotions poured over Ian during the next hour. He could only imagine who Ashley might have called in the minutes following her exit from the attic. How in the hell was he going to free himself from bondage that failed to loosen even a little after all of his painful thrashing? He found it ironic that his cock began to stiffen once again, even as he began to accept the distressing fact that he might have to remain chained to the bed until another unsuspecting visitor discovered his previously well-kept secret.

Suddenly Ian woke with a start. A reflexive tug from both his arms and legs quickly reminded him of the dire situation he was in. The attic was now dark, and his muscles ached from prolonged restraint. He could have sworn that the noise that had awakened him was the same that had alerted him to Ashley’s arrival earlier in the day. How long had he been asleep? Had he really heard the door open again? His heart seemed to skip a beat as he heard heavy footsteps in the apartment below- this time, it wasn’t Ashley. He squirmed in his bonds once again as he accepted the possibility that his night might only have just begun…

Let me know what you think...

Will post part 2 soon! :bondage1:
Last edited by snobound on Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:09 am, edited 3 times in total.
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Re: A Little Too Anxious -or- Ian's Outing (M/M) Part 1

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Aug 29, 2010 7:38 am

I think this is an excellent story and I want to see the rest of it ASAP!!! :big: And I doubt very much that I am the only one, either!!! :twisted:
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Part 2: Zach's Breaking-In!

Postby snobound » Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:07 am

Part 2: Zach’s Breaking-In


What troubled Ian more than the fact that he was completely immobilized, by his own hand no less, and with no chance of escape, was that he was totally in the dark as to the identity of the stranger that was now apparently rummaging through his apartment. As best he could tell, at least six hours had passed since his shocked former girlfriend had stormed from his Boston apartment after discovering him chained tightly, in an almost ritualistic manner, to a bed in the attic. It hadn’t taken Ashley long to figure out that her attractive athlete boyfriend, once regarded as one of the most eligible bachelors on the Northeastern campus, was in reality a bondage loving fag. Before falling asleep Ian had been contemplating who Ashley had called before leaving the apartment.

Ian began taking stock of his present situation, over which he had almost no control. After his extended rest he found that aside from a good deal of soreness, and the fact that he had to take the biggest piss imaginable, he seemed none the worse for wear. The relentless training required of the star goalie of Northeastern’s soccer team had allowed him to endure an extended bondage session that would have likely broken even the most seasoned gear pig.

Again, he began to tug on the heavy cowhide wrist and ankle restraints that kept him stretched across the queen size bed, though his repeated efforts proved fruitless. The three inch wide nylon tow straps that tightly pulled both his elbows and knees toward the sides of the bed were even less likely to yield to his struggling. What frustrated Ian the most was that the heavy chains crisscrossing his body, especially those pining his shoulders to the bed, prevented him from even lifting his head far enough to get a good look at the intruder who would likely be coming up the stairs at any moment. Ian now regretted having fastened the muzzled head harness so tightly as to keep him from yelling to any of the three neighbors with whom he shared this century old four family house.

Waves of panic had already surged through Ian’s body that day, and the dreaded sensation returned as the decidedly male footsteps from below began to climb the stairway leading to Ian’s improvised attic dungeon.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” came the familiar voice. “The goddamn bitch was telling the truth after all.”

“Oh, this can’t be happening,” though Ian. His most trusted friend, Zach, was just about the last person who he wanted to find him like this. This would surely mark the end of his tenure on Northeastern’s soccer team, along with his full scholarship. Zach was not only Ian’s best friend, but the captain and forward of the soccer team as well. He could only imagine the gossip about his recently discovered proclivities spreading like wildfire around the campus. It wouldn’t be long before he was the laughingstock of the entire team.

“What the fuck, man?” was all Zach managed to get out. Of course, all Ian could do was grunt into his muzzle, so he decided it was just better to lie there in silence. “So…what are you, some kind of faggot now?” Again, all Ian could do through his heavy headgear was grunt, so he continued to stare at Zach in silence. He felt as if he could cry- his world was unraveling with fantastic speed.

Zach stared at the intricate symmetry of leather, steel, and nylon immobilizing his friend. Eventually he turned and began walking back toward the attic stairs leading to the apartment. All of Ian’s muscles seemed to convulse at once as he shouted into the muzzle. Zach spun around before reaching the top of the stairs. “What? I thought you liked being all tied up like that.” Ian groaned loudly into the muzzle in reply.

Zach walked back toward the bed, again examining Ian’s ingenious handiwork. Zach didn’t seem to know what to do. Ian was, after all, his best friend. It was he who had helped him to scrape by academically so that he could remain in good standing to play on the team. Zach turned his attention to the attached collar and four roller buckles that held the muzzled harness to Ian’s head. Though he couldn’t easily reach the hardware on the back of the collar, he unbuckled the two straps on the right side of the harness, allowing Ian enough clearance to speak.

Ian breathed deeply through his mouth for a few seconds before blurting out, “You’re not going to leave me here?”
Zach stared at the floor for a moment as he formulated a reply. “We’ll see.”
He turned to leave yet again as Ian pleaded, “Dude, I have to piss so god damn bad!”
Zach looked almost amused. “Just fucking piss on yourself. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck you!” snarled Ian.

Zach turned and descended the stairs without saying a word. Ian could hear him fumbling around the kitchen. A few minutes later he reemerged at the top of the stars carrying an empty two liter soda bottle with the spout cut off. The opening was just large enough to accommodate Ian’s dick in its present flaccid state. He placed the bottle over Ian’s cock and held it low between his legs to prevent any piss from leaking out onto the bed. As Ian began releasing the burden of nearly eight hours of pent up urine he asked Zach why he couldn’t have simply unlocked the wrist restraints and handed him the remainder of the keys.

“I don’t want to,” was Zach’s immature reply. He pulled the two liter away once Ian seemed satisfied and placed it on the floor next to the bed. Then, to Ian’s horror, Zach proceeded to refasten the buckles he had loosened only moments ago.

“Hey, what the hell are you…?” was all Ian had managed to utter before he was back to grunting into the tightened muzzle. He thrashed around violently in his bonds as Zach walked back toward the apartment. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs he flipped the light switch and closed the door, leaving his friend in total darkness. What Ian had failed to notice before the lights had gone out was the hard-on bulging from within Zach’s shorts.

….

It was almost an annoyance to Ian that his dick began to stiffen again after only fifteen or so minutes of struggling in the darkness. Earlier, his incredible urge to piss had prevented him from becoming aroused. With exasperation he thought that this position ought to have lost its appeal by now, though he simply couldn’t help enjoying the feeling of being helplessly bound, self inflicted or not.

Even though his limbs and upper torso were almost totally immobile he was able to thrust his hips a bit, causing the steel ring surrounding the base of his cock to jerk back and forth slightly. Within minutes he had worked himself into a full erection. The attic was still quite stuffy, and he began to sweat again. He noticed that his pits were beginning to stink- he had been sweating up there all day. This only excited him further as he worked himself toward orgasm. Finally, moaning into his muzzle, he shot a respectable load across his stomach and chest. As Ian’s breathing slowed his body soon succumbed to exhaustion.

….

Ian suddenly woke to the blinding light that poured through the gable window at the end of the attic. With a shock he came to the realization that Zach was straddling his stomach, his knees resting on the bed to either side of him.

“You fucking reek,” were Zach’s first words. Inexplicably, he was smiling. Ian considered the fact that he might be dreaming- or hallucinating. He couldn’t help noticing Zach’s hard-on. He had known from glances in the locker room that Zach was better endowed than he. Zach leaned forward and began loosening the buckles on both sides of the head harness. He then supported the back of Ian’s head with his left palm as he undid the collar’s buckle with his right. As much as he enjoyed this piece of equipment, Ian relished the feeling of having his mouth free again.

Neither spoke for what seemed like an eternity, though it must have been only a few minutes. Ian stared blankly as Zach finally whispered, “Tie me up.”
Ian’s usual brilliance failed him yet again. “Huh?”
“You heard me,” replied Zach, still in a whisper.

Ian couldn’t seem to comprehend the situation. What the hell was going on? Was this some sort of trap? Some joke? Was this Zach’s final test to ensure that his friend was in fact a leather boy faggot?
“Wha…What are you talking about?” Ian stammered.
“Oh, come on,” said Zach. “Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out, you’re fucking smart enough.”
“Figured what out?” asked Ian, still attempting to process this unexpected turn of events.
“I’m a fag, you dumb ass.”
“What? No way, you have a different fuck every week,” said Ian incredulously.

“Yeah, but that’s all those girls are to me- a fuck, a diversion.” Zach climbed off of Ian and walked over to a large cardboard box at the top of the stairs. From atop this box he retrieved the two keys that had been dangling above Ian’s restrained hands when this whole ordeal started- it seemed so long ago. With the keys in his hand Zach laid on the bed beside him, his head just below Ian’s armpit.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” asked Ian.
“Why didn’t you?” was Zach’s quick response. Both seemed to ponder the question for a while, though Zach was the first to redirect the conversation. “I want you to tie me up.”
“Shit,” thought Ian, “he’s fucking serious.”
“Ok?” said Zach.
“Yeah, you bet,” answered Ian, still shocked at the unexpected request.

This seemed to be the answer Zach was waiting for. He turned over and then kneeled again across him, this time with his cock nearly in Ian’s face as he unlocked the two wrist restraints from above his head. Slowly, and with a groan, Ian brought his arms down to the edges of the bed.

“It’s quite a workout, isn’t it?” asked Zach, placing both his hands on Ian’s sore right bicep.

“Yeah,” said Ian, “it is, but I doubt it if we’ll ever see it on coach’s drill list.” Both laughed. Only hours ago Ian would not have been able to envision himself ever being able to laugh again. He thought about how unimaginable this turn of events really was. He pulled his arms through the nylon loops that held his elbows, groaning as his muscles came back to life. Zach climbed off the bed and began unlocking the chains that held Ian’s harness to the bed. Once these were removed Zach was directed to use another key to unchain his ankles from the foot of the bed. Finally, though slowly, Ian began to pull his legs through the strapping that held his knees to the sides of the bed.

“Oh my god,” said Ian as he stretched his muscles with a groan. He lay there for a few minutes before Zach took him by the hand, pulling him into a sitting position.
“I’m sorry for keeping you like that all night,” said Zach. “When Ashley called I couldn’t believe what she had told me. She was so fucking pissed, but she didn’t want anything to happen to you. I acted shocked, even angry, but the truth was I couldn’t wait to get over here and see what you had rigged up for yourself. I’ve never been tied up, but had often thought about it, even jerked off to tied up guys on the net.”

Ian stood, shakily at first, but soon began removing the chain harness. “Didn’t you ever wonder about me?” asked Ian.
“Dude, everyone wondered about you!” said Zach with a laugh. “No one was sure, though, and everyone liked you too much to say anything that might piss you off.”

Ian thought this through for a moment. “Ashley didn’t know,” he said slowly.
“Ashley’s a fucking idiot,” laughed Zach.
“I guess,” said Ian as he headed for the stairs- he would soon be reaching for the two liter again if he didn’t get to a bathroom.
“Hey!” Zach called after him.
“What?”
“What about tying me up?” asked Zach.
“Huh? Now…today?”
“Yeah, now,” said Zach enthusiastically.
“Come on, man,” said Ian. “I’ve been chained to that bed forever. I’m sweaty, I stink, I’ve got dried cum on me…”
“Yeah, perfect,” said Zach with a grin.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” said Ian, incredulously. “Just give me an hour or so, ok?”

….

Upon reaching the bathroom Ian pissed like the proverbial race horse, and then brushed his teeth, all the while feeling as if he’d just hit the lottery. He’d had a secret crush on Zach since he first met him. Like himself, Zach was lean and muscular, though not exactly a body builder. Slightly shorter than Ian, Zach’s neat, short cropped brown hair and eyes stood in sharp contrast to Ian’s unkempt dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Now that Ian thought about it, he remembered how awkwardly he had acted around Zach when they first met at a meeting for new players in the field house. Of all the hot men that were there, it was Zach that he found most appealing, and as he recalled, it didn’t take much for the two of them to become good friends.

“You coming?” shouted Zach from the attic.
“Jesus, it’s only been fifteen minutes” thought Ian. “Let me get something to eat, for Christ sake!” he shouted back. Zach came bounding down the attic stairs as Ian emerged from the bathroom. Ian thought he had an excited glint in his eyes- he really was anxious.

Ian sat down at the small kitchen table and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He ate ravenously as Zach sat down across from him. Ian was still skeptical of Zach’s revelation, though his enthusiasm and fairly steady erection were quickly quelling his suspicions.

“How are you going to tie me?” asked Zach. Ian had the impression that he was sitting across from a little boy about to embark on a shopping spree in his favorite toy store.

Ian looked up from his Cocoa Puffs, swallowed, and grinned. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know what you can handle. Why don’t you go upstairs and dig through the two trunks that are up there. See what excites you.” This was such a golden opportunity to gain an extremely hot bondage partner, or even to begin a serious relationship, and Ian was scared of freaking Zach out after only his first experience.

“Will do,” said Zach as he got up from the table and returned to the attic. Ian felt his cock stiffening within his shorts- this was what he had always wanted. After placing his cereal bowl in the sink Ian spent the next twenty minutes or so cleaning up after Ashley’s rampage through the apartment as she gathered her belongings. He spent another few minutes collecting the numerous frames containing pictures of Ashley, as well as other assorted items that reminded him of her, tossing everything into a large green trash bag. After tying the bag closed he opened the door to the back porch and tossed the bag outside. He stood for a moment with the door open. It was only 9:00 though already warm and muggy. Spring in New England is seriously schizophrenic- it had snowed just last week. Ian smiled at the thought that the attic would again be hot and muggy.

Ian closed the door and dead bolted it- he wanted no surprises this time. He still expected one of Ashley’s friends or relatives to be stopping by to pick up her clothing, books, etc. He then climbed the stairs to the attic, finding Zach standing in the center of an array of bondage equipment of almost every variety and material. He had a hungry look on his face. “Dude, I like it all.”

A smile crossed Ian’s face- this was looking more promising every minute. “Alright, look,” said Ian, “I don’t want to get too crazy with you just yet. Let’s take this slow and see how you react. Some people can panic and freak out if their first session is too intense.” Zach nodded.

“Ok, everything here excites you, but we have to start somewhere. When you were looking at pictures on the web, what turned you on the most?”
“Well,” said Zach slowly, “rope is always cool.”
“Ok, clothes on or off?” asked Ian- he himself had only put his Adidas shorts back on before going downstairs.
“Off,” answered Zach without even thinking. He removed his t-shirt and cargo shorts, quickly followed by his boxers.

Ian took a quick second to admire the specimen standing before him. Zach had a beautiful, highly toned body. He always seemed to have a dark tan that looked hot against his slightly hairy chest and stomach. Ian then cast his attention to the items spread out around the attic floor. He bent down and picked up a length of tan hemp rope and began to uncoil it. Ian guided him to a clear area of floor before pulling both of his arms behind his back. He then crossed Zach’s wrists, binding them together tightly with the rope. Zach was hard even before the rope touched his skin- the anticipation exciting him almost as much as Ian’s hands on his naked body.

Ian gave Zach’s ass a little smack before telling him to stand there while he unearthed an upright weight bench formerly used for seated curls and shoulder presses. After rearranging a number of boxes he carried the seat over to where Zach stood. He gestured for Zach to sit on the bench, ensuring that his bound arms passed in the rear of the narrow back rest. He then reached for another long piece of hemp rope and knelt down at Zach’s feet. He crossed Zach’s ankles and had begun to bind them as he suddenly blurted, “Wait,…wait a minute, stop!”

“Shit,” thought Ian with disappointment, “he’s already panicking. This isn’t going to work.”
“This is pussy shit,” spat Zach. “You can do cooler stuff to yourself without even thinking.” Ian though he almost looked hurt.
He was a little annoyed, though also impressed. Zach apparently wanted to go hardcore right from the start! “Alright,” said Ian with a smirk, “if intensity is what you want, it’s what you’re going to get.”
“Do it up,” was Zach’s reply, almost as if he were gesturing to have plates added to the bench press in the team’s workout room.

“Alright then,” said Ian. He finished tying Zach’s ankles before standing. “Just sit there and shut up.” Ian spun around and surveyed the rest of the room. At the far end of the attic near the gable window stood two parallel wooden supports constructed from railroad ties. They were securely fastened to both ceiling and floor, standing about five feet apart from each other. These were obviously not original equipment. Drilled through the sides of each beam at one foot intervals were two inch diameter holes that matched up evenly with corresponding holes in the opposite beam.

Ian cast a glance in the direction of Zach, lightly testing the ropes binding his wrists and ankles, before moving toward a long and dusty cardboard box that leaned against a nearby wall. He hefted the heavy box onto the floor, where it came to rest with a loud clang. Ian reached his hand inside and began drawing out six foot long steel pipes- there must have been close to a dozen of them. Zach was watching this intently with a slight look of apprehension on his face.

Crouching low, Ian began sliding one of the steel pipes through the bottom hole in the first beam and across to the second, where it passed through the corresponding hole. After installing the fifth pipe Ian looked over to Zach explaining, “I figured that I had to make this look as innocent as possible- I wouldn’t know how to explain it if the pipes were mounted permanently.”

“So, you’re going to tie me to the pipes?” asked Zach.
“Yup,” answered Ian, “you can do all sorts of interesting stuff with this rig.” Zach appeared to be contemplating the possibilities. By the time Ian was finished the steel cross members extended all the way to the peak of the roof. He then carried over a folding table, locked the legs into place, and placed it lengthwise against this contraption.

“You ready?” inquired Ian.
“Let’s go!” he retorted, with obviously feigned confidence.

Ian knelt down and untied Zach’s ankles, then motioned for him to stand. Grabbing him by the bicep of one of his bound arms, Ian led Zach over to the table. Still holding on to his arm, Ian said, “You’re going to need to kneel on the table.” Ensuring that he didn’t fall over, Ian guided Zach into a kneeling position. With his hands on Zach’s shoulders he pushed him toward the ladder-like contraption with his back to the bars.

“Hold on,” said Ian. He climbed on to the table, towering over his kneeling friend. He pushed Zach’s head forward a bit, and then lifted his bound arms strappado style in order to pass them over one of the bars that lay at the height of his shoulder blades. This was easy to accomplish, as Zach was as conditioned as Ian from countless hours of athletic conditioning, and quite flexible. Ian pushed Zach back against the bars as far as he could go. His biceps were now resting upon the bar that Ian had guided his arms over. Ian stood directly in front of Zach with his legs to either side of him, peering between two of the bars to check on the positioning of Zach’s arms. As he did this Zach ran his tongue across Ian’s well defined six- pack, then rested his head on his stomach. “What a submissive little pig I have here,” thought Ian happily.

Ian jumped down from the table, walked over to the spot where Zach had explored all of the available equipment, and began scooping up an armload of coils of hemp rope. He returned, dumping the pile onto the table upon which Zach knelt.
“You going to use all of that?” asked Zach.

“Yup, and more,” replied Ian. Zach remained quiet. Ian moved to the rear of the bars and thought for a moment. “This won’t do,” he said, and began untying Zach’s wrists. He quickly repositioned Zach’s left wrist against the bar just below the one around which his elbows passed, securing it tightly with one end of the lengthy rope. He then began wrapping the bulk of this length of rope repeatedly around his stomach, capturing the same bar to which his left wrist was tied. Ian then brought the remaining three feet of rope over to Zach’s right wrist, securing it as well to the same bar.

Ian stepped around to Zach’s front, admiring his friend’s already stiff cock. “Get out of that, pig,” said Ian with a smile.
Zach squirmed a bit then stopped. “I can’t, but keep going.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Again, Ian mounted the table, picking up a shorter length of rope as he did. This he doubled up at its center point, bringing the folded end around Zach’s left arm, just below the shoulder. Holding the folded over end in his left hand, he brought the two free ends up with his right and fed them through the loop formed at the rope’s center point. Ian pulled all the remaining slack through this loop until it encircled his upper arm tightly. He then brought the free ends up and over a bar a few feet above Zach’s head, securing them tightly. Much to Ian’s amusement, Zach moaned slightly as he repeated these steps on his right arm. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” asked Ian.

“Uh huh,” was Zach’s muted reply. Ian lightly slapped Zach’s stiffened cock as he rounded the rig once more, soliciting yet another moan from his helpless friend. Ian then picked up what must have been a hundred foot length of the same heavy rope, revealing, as he uncoiled it, that it had already been doubled over, resulting in a heavy cord of fifty feet in length. With this rope in hand Ian kneeled in front of his friend. By the look in his eyes he thought Zach appeared to be in some altered state of euphoria.

While observing this intriguing behavior, Ian worked to locate the center point of the doubled over length of rope, which he then tied around a bar directly behind Zach’s neck. Ian brought the two remaining twenty five foot ends over Zach’s shoulders. In the center of Zach’s chest Ian crossed the two ropes. With one side in each hand, he reached around Zach’s back, trading off the two ends of the doubled rope to opposite hands. He brought the ropes back around to Zach’s front, but not before capturing the bar around which his elbows passed. Zach breathed deeply, taking in Ian’s scent as he repeated this loop two more times, ensuring the tightness of the entire length as he went. Two thick bands of rope now pinned Zach’s torso against the steel pipes; one just below his pecs, the other around his stomach, level with his navel.

Zach marveled at Ian’s efficiency as he looked down upon the expert ropework- he had never felt so aroused. With Zach watching his every move with heightening anticipation, Ian strode to the rear of the ladder-like structure carrying two twenty foot coils of rope. Ian used most of the first coil in tying Zach’s left arm to the structure where it bent at the elbow, crossing the steel bar from opposite angles each time, ensuring that he reserve a number of feet for later use. After subjecting Zach’s other arm to the same he decided to see how his largely silent friend was tolerating such a thorough upper body immobilization. “Squirm, pig!” was Ian’s command. He watched with satisfaction as the muscles in his back and arms went taught- the only significant motion coming from his splayed fingers as his captive made a pitiful attempt at escape.

Zach hung his head in defeat as a thin patina of sweat broke out over his body. Still standing behind Zach, Ian grabbed a hold of his left ankle, pulling it toward him until Zach’s thigh was held tightly to the steel cross member around which his knee was now wrapped. Doing the same with the right leg, Ian placed one ankle on top of the other, crossing them. Only releasing his ankles for a brief second, Ian reached up to grab the ends to both ropes that had been tied to Zach’s elbows. From opposite directions Ian passed both ropes under Zach’s ankles, taking up slack until his feet were pulled upward by about six inches. He now wrapped Zach’s ankles tightly, passing both around and in between them, finally tying off the two ends in an expert knot.

Suddenly, and without any warning, Ian kicked the table out from under Zach’s knees. Zach was so tightly bound to the bars it was as if the table hadn’t been supporting his weight at all. Moving around to Zach’s front, Ian stood examining his helpless form, finally asking, “How’s that?”

A whispered, “Uhhhhh…” was all Zach was able to manage.
Ian was a little worried- this was some intense stuff for a first timer. “Look at me, pig!” Zach picked his head up slightly and seemed to focus in on Ian’s face. “Are you ok?” Zach nodded slightly. “Ok then, I guess were ready for more,” said Ian, still reading his friend’s nonverbal reactions. Again Zach nodded, the vaguest of grins crossing his face. Ian took that as his cue to continue. Reaching between Zach’s legs he grabbed a hold of his balls, giving them a light squeeze, soliciting a moan that gave Ian an instant hard-on.

Ian turned his attention to the final coil of rope lying on the table that once supported Zach’s body. This was yet another one hundred foot length that had been doubled up at its center. Ian threaded the rope behind Zach’s back until equal amounts remained hanging below his body at both sides. Reinforcing the thick bands already around his waist, Ian circled the two ends around Zach’s stomach from either side, bringing the remainder around to the middle of the small of his back. Moving around to his backside, Ian crossed the ends of the rope and knotted them tightly, finally allowing the slack to hang between Zach’s ass cheeks.

Again, Ian needed to return to Zach’s front, where he grabbed the double-length end that hung to the left side. He now brought this end up through Zach’s crotch, between his left thigh and balls. From here the rope was brought tightly around Zach’s thigh and over the bar upon which Ian’s ass nearly rested. Pulling tightly as he did so, Ian repeated this loop around Zach’s thigh, this time tying the rope off at the bar. The same was done to Zach’s right thigh, pulling his ass and legs tightly against the bar.

Sweat dripped down Zach’s sideburns and onto his cheeks as Ian worked to utilize the remaining ends of this long length of rope. Just as he had with Zach’s elbows, Ian bound Zach’s knees to the bar around which his legs were wrapped, again using the same alternating crisscross pattern. Ian admired his work, almost as excited as if it were himself so helplessly suspended on the rig.

With a smirk Ian recalled an instance last season when some fellow teammates had caused Zach to go to pieces after holding him down and tickling him. Ian regretted not being able to get in on the action as he was forced to hide an erection behind a towel. Almost impulsively, Ian ran a finger across the arch of Zach’s left foot, bringing about an instant convulsive shudder.

“Oh god, don’t!” moaned Zach imploringly.
“Oh, I won’t…not yet,” replied Ian with a laugh.

Ian watched as Zach’s lips mouthed the word no, a silent plead, almost to himself. He spit into his hand and grabbed a hold of Zach’s rock hard cock. He simply held his hand there for a moment as Zach made a pathetic attempt to thrust himself forward into Ian’s waiting palm. The endless feet of rope binding him to the bars, however, robbed him of any reward. Ian then pumped Zach’s cock a half dozen times with his hand, stopping suddenly after giving his balls another tight little squeeze.

“Uhhh…you fucker,” moaned Zach with a whisper.

“It’s time to shut little piggy up,” said Ian as he walked toward the two trunks at the other end of the attic. Making his decision within a few seconds he returned holding a rubber bit gag attached to a head harness. Zach’s eyes were trained on the item, though he said nothing. Ian dragged a small three tiered stepping stool in front of the quivering Zach, climbing to the second step in order to stand face to face with his sweat-drenched friend. Ian ran his hand through Zach’s damp, close cropped hair and then swiped his tongue along his right cheek, ending at the corner of his mouth with a slight kiss. He then laid the harness over the top of Zach’s head, placing the bit into his mouth. Ian first tightened the strap that passed across Zach’s cheek on the left of the harness, quickly followed by the right. A cinching of the final strap across the top of Zach’s head ensured that the bit remain deeply lodged in his mouth, preventing any recognizable speech.

“You ready for the finishing touches?” asked Ian.

Zach stared blankly at Ian wondering how much more stimuli his body could withstand, though he only grunted in response. Taking this as a yes, Ian picked up off the floor a piece of long, black shoelace that he had carried over from the trunk at the same time he selected the bit harness. Though Zach’s erection certainly didn’t need any encouragement, Ian nevertheless gave his dick a few slaps before beginning to wrap both his cock and balls with the shoelace in a continuous figure eight pattern. Each tug on the shoelace brought about tiny spasms within the muscles of Zach’s stomach and thighs. He tied off the ends of the shoelace as a stream of saliva dripped from Zach’s bit gag, spattering upon Ian’s chest.

Zach appeared to still be under a euphoric daze as Ian retrieved a small wooden box from the bottom of one of the trunks. Standing in the shadows at the far end of the attic he opened the hinged lid, revealing a number of assorted playthings. From the box he removed two small chrome nipple clamps, choosing to leave the optional weights behind for Zach’s breaking-in.

Bathed in the noonday sunlight that poured through the dingy attic window, Zach was absolutely soaked with sweat as his muscles strained against the ropes. Ian wandered back toward Zach, pushing the stepping stool in front of him once again. Standing on an even footing with his captive friend as he dripped saliva, sweat, and pre-cum, he applied the first nipple clamp without warning. Zach cried into the bit gag, but had little time to come to terms with the pain before Ian applied the second. Zach’s eyes rolled into his head as he clamped down hard on the rubber bit. Tears seemed to fill his eyes, but Ian knew they would soon subside.

As the two stood chest to chest Zach leaned his head forward, resting it on Ian’s shoulder in a gesture of either subservience or affection. Ian wrapped his arms abound him, pulling them close as he whispered into Zach’s ear, “Is this what you wanted?” As Zach seemed only able to manage nonverbal communication in this state of sensory and emotional overload he nodded slightly as Ian pulled away from the embrace. Before stepping down Ian removed a small piece of thin rope from the top step of the stool and proceeded to tie one end to the D-ring on the very top of the head harness. Ian pushed Zach’s head up by the chin as he resisted slightly, at the same time bringing the opposite end of the rope over the steel bar just inches above his head, pulling it tightly before tying it off.

With his head now immobilized, fingers and toes were all that Zach remained in control of. Leaving Zach to contemplate his utter helplessness and vulnerability, Ian descended the attic stairs, closing the door behind him. “Oh, fuck, where’s he going?” wondered Zach desperately. Becoming more acutely aware of his predicament, a pit formed in his stomach as he recalled leaving Ian chained for hours on end to the very bed he as now staring at. This, he thought, was a far more taxing position that what Ian had been able to rig up for himself- could he withstand a marathon session helplessly bound to these bars? For all the range of motion he had he might as well have been encased in concrete. A wave of panic washed over him as he considered the possibility that Ian might choose to exact a sinister form of revenge for his actions the night before.

Ian was, in fact, plotting a form of revenge, though not of the variety that Zach was now dreading. Digging through his bedroom closet, Ian reemerged holding a vibrating massage wand that he tossed onto his unmade bed. He had played the guitar for years, and standing in the corner of the room, next to his amp and Stratacaster, was an empty microphone stand. Carrying both the stand and vibrator Ian walked back to the hallway where he dropped the items near the attic door before proceeding to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water before sitting down at the table to relax a bit- Zach, he felt, needed a few minutes alone.

He waited for only another fifteen minutes before getting up and heading for the attic door- his heightened state of arousal making him overly anxious to play with Zach’s naked, completely immobilized body. Zach breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Ian open the door at the foot of the stairway. Ian climbed the stairs heading straight for Zach, reading the look in his eyes as screaming, “Don’t leave me here again!"

“How does it feel,” asked Ian, “to hang there, alone, contemplating your fate after a friend leaves you helplessly bound? Imagine what that feeling is like after hours on end.” The look in Zach’s eyes now softened to one of apology. “Anyway, you’ve been a trooper up until now. Let’s see how you handle a little extra stimulation!”

Zach looked downright alarmed as Ian placed the microphone stand at his feet. He uncovered a dusty red toolbox from behind a stack of boxes, opened the lid, and removed a roll of the ever-useful duct tape. Ian held up the massage wand, demonstrating it to Zach before plugging it in and allowing him to hear its steady buzz. Zach followed the vibrating wand with his eyes only briefly, as his restrained head prevented him from viewing much of anything that wasn’t directly in his line of sight. He suddenly closed his eyes with a moan as Ian touched the vibrator to his balls for a few brief seconds. “I’ll give the piggy a few minutes to ponder that,” taunted Ian as he crossed the attic.

Ian’s collection of leather restraints still lay strewn across the floor, and he quickly gathered together a small pile that he tossed on to the bed. Ian was the sort of gear enthusiast that didn’t need to be bound to something in order to enjoy his multifaceted toy collection. He sat on the bed, resting a foot on the steel footboard, and began fastening the same heavy ankle restraint to his leg that had contributed to his recent imprisonment. He immediately attached the second ankle restraint, and stood up in order to remove the athletic shorts that had been the only piece of clothing he had worn since being released from the bed.

Ian’s cock stood at attention as he stared at the deliciously helpless Zach while applying both of his locking wrist restraints. Within only a few minutes he had also donned a pair of both arm and thigh restraints, immediately followed by a locking collar with one inch spikes. After fastening both buckles of his intimidating four inch wide cowhide belt, complete with useful D-ring attachment points at five inch intervals, he paused to admire these favored components of his leather collection in the attic’s dusty full-length mirror. He loved how the restraints around his upper arms seemed to compliment his well toned bicep and shoulder muscles. He had always felt that he looked his hottest while in bondage, and that this fact alone was the ultimate benefit of the hours he spent each week in the gym.

He rubbed his cock as he approached Zach, first stopping to pick the roll of duct tape up off the floor. Using a considerable portion of the roll, Ian attached the massager to the pivoting head of the stand with the rubber coated vibrating head angled upward toward Ian’s body. After pulling the massager just beneath Zach’s waiting cock, Ian then adjusted the height of the stand. He raised the rubberized head until it pressed firmly against both his balls and the underside of his cock. As Ian withdrew his hand a column of Zach’s drool made contact with his dick, seemingly prepping it for the torment that was to follow.

Zach’s eyes seemed to beg for mercy as Ian ensured that the torture device was set to low- other settings would be reserved for later. With a sinister smile Ian held the power cord within Zach’s field of vision- Ian noticed that he suddenly looked far more composed than he had only a few minutes ago. Without hesitation Ian crouched at the outlet, and the room was immediately filled with the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator.

“Uhhhhhhhhh…ahhhhhh,” came Zach’s only protest as he clamped down hard on the bit gag, his eyes closed. Drool poured in a steady stream from the rubber bit, covering his chest, the floor, and his cock. Zach’s fists opened and closed and his toes curled as he fought to maintain control.

Ian stepped to the side of his bondage rig and ran his forefinger across Zach’s arch for the second time. “Oh fuck, don’t!” thought Zach as every muscle in his body seemed to twitch in response to the light touch of Ian’s finger. He didn’t know how much more of this sensory assault his body could take. Though his cock was harder than he could ever remember it, the vibrator cruelly maintained Zach’s state of arousal just below orgasm.

He hadn’t even noticed his absence, though Zach opened his eyes in time to watch Ian approaching him from the opposite end of the attic, carrying what he thought was a strange looking paint brush. Holding what was, in actuality, a cymbal brush, Ian stepped to where he had full access to Ian’s feet.

Panicking, Zach watched as this horrifying development unfolded before him. “That bastard knows I can’t deal with tickling,” he thought as he strained with all his might against the ropes that stood absolutely no chance of giving way. Zach’s inevitable worst nightmare began with a solitary swipe of the rigid bristles. Ian made another complete heel to toe pass over Zach’s opposite foot as he reached up with his free hand and ran a finger along his sweaty armpit.

For a brief minute Ian considered whether or not he should subject Zach to this additional level of torture before running the brush along side of his bound torso, soliciting both a reflexive flinch and groan. Each location on his body seemed as promising as the next- Zach was an extraordinarily ticklish guy. Ian then began an all-out assault with both his fingers and the brush. Zach wiggled his feet madly, laughing hysterically into his gag as Ian moved in an almost systematic manner between the arches of his feet, his toes, armpits, and torso. Soon his laughing turned into what can almost be described as a sustained whine before his whole body went limp.

Ian knew that Zach had blacked out momentarily from a lack of oxygen, as he had been doing more squealing than breathing, though he also knew that he must ensure that his friend was safe. Moving quickly to Zach’s front he saw that his chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm- he was ok. He had managed to push Zach past his limits after only a few minutes of sustained tickling! Ian switched off the vibrator as Zach’s eyes began to flicker open.

Zach yelled a muddled, though unmistakable, “Asshole!” through the gag. Ian seemed unfazed. He switched the vibrator to the next higher setting, renewing Zach’s erection to full strength. He strained against his bonds for another fifteen minutes as his cock continued to drip pre-cum.

As Zach learned to cope with his unrelenting state of near-climactic arousal Ian was making other preparations. He had retrieved a pair of fourteen eyelet black leather Doc Martens from the back of his closet that he laced over a pair of thick sweat socks after removing his ankle restraints. Around the Doc’s Ian had buckled a sturdy pair of boot restraints. Small lengths of chain had been attached to his boot, thigh, and upper arm restraints with snap hooks; multiple padlocks hung from the chains. Two longer lengths of chain were hooked to his belt.

While retrieving his boots he had also removed the second cup of frozen water from the freezer, in which the end of a length of string was encased. The ice within the cup was already beginning to melt in the sultry attic as Ian placed it on a small board that lay across the roof trusses just above the center of the topmost steel bar. To the free end of this string he attached a solitary key that dangled roughly four feet above Zach’s head.

Zach seemed only marginally aware of Ian’s actions until he had climbed the steel bars to position the ice release mechanism. Zach attempted to bury his face in Ian’s taut midsection as he reached toward the roof. The aroma of sex and sweat that Ian was exuding drove Zach’s level of arousal higher still. Much to Zach’s surprise, Ian then began to untie the rope restraining his head harness. Zach leaned his head on Ian’s stomach as soon as he was able, and he began unbuckling the harness with one hand while holding onto the rig with the other. Without even allowing him the time required to swallow the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, Ian climbed one rung higher and forced Zach to swallow his rock hard cock.

Shocked, Zach seemed to resist at first, though only for a moment, as Ian began to slowly fuck the face of his tightly bound best friend. With the merciless vibrator buzzing below, and his cock filling his mouth, Ian thought with satisfaction that Zach had received much more than he had bargained for. Ian reached over one of the bars with both arms in order to push Zach’s head into his crotch with greater force while still anchoring himself to the rig. Within only a few minutes Zach was sucking like a pro, and it was Ian’s turn to do a little moaning. Finally, nearing orgasm, Ian grasped the bars above him as he flung his head back. Realizing how close to shooting he was, he began to pull out of Zach’s mouth, though his enthusiastic friend thrust his head forward, ensuring that he capture every drop of Ian’s cum.

“What an eager little piggy,” Ian said with a smile as Zach pulled his head away from his softening cock.
“Fucking awesome,” was Zach’s only whispered reply as he licked a streak of cum from the corner of his mouth. Ian had to remind himself that Zach still remained in a semi-lucid state as he continued to build toward orgasm. However, Ian thought, the release that he was so highly anticipating wasn’t going to come to Zach as easily as it just had for him.

Ian climbed down from the rig, flicking each of Zach’s nipple clamps, soliciting a now unfettered moan. He reached behind the head of the grossly misused massager and gave Zach’s balls another ample squeeze, again resulting in a satisfying groan.

“Uhhhh,” moaned Zach as Ian pulled the vibrator away from his tormented cock and balls. The sudden loss of the incessant stimulation caused Zach to hump the air pathetically. Ian admired his tenacity, and decided to reward Zach’s futile efforts, ever so slightly, by holding his cock in his saliva lubricated palm without granting him any other assistance. His sweaty chest and back glinted in the sunlight pouring through the dusty gable window as Zach heaved his muscles toward Ian’s stationary hand with all his might. Ian laughed loudly.

Louder this time, Zach mumbled, “Come on, you asshole. Do it!” The increasingly vindictive Ian gave Zach’s cock a few badly desired pumps before cruelly removing his hand altogether. He reached up with both hands and ran his fingers up and down Zach’s sides. “Oh please, you can’t,” Zach pleaded as he turned his attention to his armpits, “I can’t take it.”

“Oh, I think you can,” chuckled Ian as he bent down to retrieve the cymbal bush from the floor. Zach watched in terror as Ian brought the brush slowly toward his bobbing cock.

“You can’t fucking do this to me!” Zach begged as he brushed the musical implement across his cock, bringing about a shudder that seemed to pass through every muscle of his body. Ian’s hard-on returned quickly as he ran the brush relentlessly across Zach’s stomach, inner thighs, and armpits, occasionally giving his cock a few pumps for good measure.

Sweat dripped from Zach’s nose as he writhed in both pleasure and agony, gasping for breath. His hysteric laughter and squeals built once again toward an almost silent scream as Ian turned his attention to Zach’s helpless and exposed feet. Zach emitted an almost guttural growl between his frantic squeals as Ian tortured the soles of his size eleven feet. His toes flayed in every direction in a vain attempt at escaping the inevitability of the stiff bristles. Conclusion to come...

If you've made it this far, thank you for taking the time :wink:

I want to tweak the original conclusion a bit, but will post it soon.
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:43 am

No, thank YOU for taking the time to write this! This is AWESOME!!!
Can hardly wait to reach the... uhh.. climax!!! :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
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Part 3: Conclusion

Postby snobound » Sun Aug 29, 2010 1:19 pm

Part 3: Conclusion

Zach somehow felt that measures had been taken to further restrain him, if that was even possible, as he slowly regained consciousness. “How could that be?” he thought “I couldn’t have been out for more than a few seconds.” It was as if he were now being pressed against the steel bars, in addition to being tightly bound to them. As Zach’s eyes slowly began to come into focus he became aware of the presence of the now familiar scent of Ian’s sweaty body. He briefly flexed his muscles against endless feet of hemp rope as he began to recognize that it was Ian’s head, crisscrossed in every direction by the straps and roller buckles of his muzzled head harness, which was obstructing the view from his right eye.

Ian had often said that Zach wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, though he was finally struck by the realization that his friend was tightly bound, both to him, as well as the rig. Zach looked up between Ian’s outstretched arms. The heavy cowhide restraints surrounding his upper arms at the base of each bicep were chained to the bar just above Zach’s head, and his wrists, locked together, were attached to another bar a few feet higher.

The one inch spikes of Ian’s collar raked across Zach’s chin and cheek as he craned his neck in an attempt to survey what else his creative friend had dreamt up during his apparently lengthy blackout. For over an hour Zach had been cruelly kept at a near orgasmic state by a vibrator and relentless tickle torture, and a brief glance at Ian’s hot, leather-clad torso and legs, chained against his own, immediately returned his cock to a state of full arousal. Ian had made two passes with heavy chain around his and Zach’s waists, passing both above and below the bar at the small of Zach’s back. Another chain first locked Ian’s right thigh restraint to the bar around which Zach’s knee was tied, and was then used to wrap both their thighs together before being locked again to the restraint. Ian had done the same to both his and Zach’s opposite legs, and though Zach simply couldn’t crane his neck far enough to see, he had also locked both heavy boot restraints to the first bar from the floor with two short lengths of chain.

Zach began breathing heavily as he savored the scents and sensations of having Ian’s body pressed tightly to his. His fully erect cock bobbed helplessly between Ian’s bound thighs and against his balls. In its state of hyper-sensitivity, Zach’s cock brushed against Ian’s flesh, encouraging his ferocious attempts at thrusting himself against Ian. Ian pulled back the mere half inch the tight chains allowed in an obvious attempt at further frustrating Zach’s attempts at release. Ian, however, was unable to prevent the contact with his cock that Zach was working so hard to attain.

Finally rewarding his persistence, Ian began rubbing his stomach and thighs against Zach’s. Warm pre-cum dripped almost instantaneously from Zach’s cock as he panted heavily as a result of his efforts. Ian’s cock stood erect between the stomachs of both their sweat-drenched bodies. Zach simply loved having Ian’s beautifully defined arms chained to the bars at either side of his head. “You’re fucking hot,” Zach whispered before lowering his head against Ian’s bicep, breathing him in.

With the muzzled harness buckled tightly to his head Ian was unable to answer, but replied instead by bucking against Zach with renewed intensity. Zach responded in kind, both taking full advantage of their considerable athletic prowess. A steady stream of Zach’s drool ran down Ian’s right bicep and along his armpit. Every muscle in Zach’s body seemed to simultaneously contract as an almost explosive orgasm overspread his body. Ian’s inner thighs and ass crack were dripping with cum as he continued to hump Zach’s stomach. Lubricated with sweat, his cock rubbed against the ropes binding Zach to the bars, providing just enough friction to work him toward his fourth orgasm in ten hours.

Finally relaxing a bit, Zach thoroughly enjoyed being the object of Ian’s thrusting. He tightened the muscles of his six-pack, providing a more rigid surface onto which Ian could rub his dripping cock. Ian pulled furiously against his heavy duty restraints before moaning against the muzzle as he shot cum along Zach’s chest and face. Without hesitation Zach licked along the side of his mouth, wiping away a considerable amount of Ian’s warm, sticky cum.

“That was fucking incredible,” gasped Zach after a few minutes of panting-both had seemed to expend more energy than if they had played a double header. Ian rested his head against Zach’s. The two seemed to give in to each other- had they not been bound, it would have been an embrace. “I never,…I never thought it could be like this,” Zach said slowly.

In an attempt at ensuring that he could forever recall this moment, Zach slowly surveyed the ropes, chains, and leather that held them both tightly to the rig. Zach’s muscles, especially those in his arms and back, were by now beginning to ache. Maybe he simply hadn’t noticed it earlier due to his continuous near orgasmic state. Regardless, the building tension in his muscles was now difficult to ignore.

“Ok, dude. That was fucking awesome, now get us down,” said Zach, almost with a laugh. Ian slowly lifted his chin off of Zach’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. Zach couldn’t help noticing how good Ian looked in the highly restrictive headgear, tufts of his sweaty, unkempt dirty-blond hair poking out between the straps and buckles.

Amid his growing infatuation Zach did notice a malicious glint pass over Ian’s eyes as he simply looked upward along his bound arms at the key dangling just inches above his hands. Zach too looked toward the rafters. “Oh, shit. You stupid asshole!” shrieked Zach. “How long until that fucking Ice melts?” Ian shrugged, as one only could with his arms chained over his head, laughing into his gag….

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Well, that's it for the original story. I guess there's room for a continuation, but I'm working on another story that I hope will become a bit of a series- one that I think will appeal to a wider cross section of the board.
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Oh Yes!

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Aug 29, 2010 1:57 pm

This is great! The only thing that could be better would be finding it happening to ME!!! :big: Love Happy Endings!!!
Keep on writing whatever stories you want! You definitely have an audience!!!
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby tiedup101 » Sun Aug 29, 2010 3:33 pm

*drool* wow! Amazing, amazing story. Wow.
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby snobound » Sun Aug 29, 2010 6:37 pm

Thanks a lot, guys! I'll keep 'em coming.
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby snobound » Wed Sep 01, 2010 2:40 pm

For you guys who have asked about the self-bondage set-up described in the first half of the story...
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Sep 02, 2010 11:56 am

Great story! Thanks!
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby fratboydanny » Fri Sep 03, 2010 11:12 am

Great story...it took a few readings to get through it and not because of the length. XD

Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 03, 2010 11:30 am

Am I correct in assuming that at least *some* of the details you left out of the Happy Birthday, Hunter story are being portrayed here? :D
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby snobound » Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:05 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:Am I correct in assuming that at least *some* of the details you left out of the Happy Birthday, Hunter story are being portrayed here? :D


Well, the pic is more or less based on the self-bondage described in the first part of this story. It's very hard to explain in writing. I've never been satisfied to wait around for someone to tie me up, and sort of perfected this over a period of a couple of years. It's pretty damn intense, and I enjoy it nearly as much as being tied by another's hand. I'm such a restraint slut! You said in a post somewhere that you had given up on self-bondage.... I would be lost without it.
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby fratboydanny » Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:37 pm

i agree with you, Hunter, without self restraint....i'd be lost at times. while not optimal, it is a necessity at times. :)

Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 03, 2010 1:24 pm

I've never been great at self-restraint -in both senses of the word.
Seriously though, after my adolescent experiences mere self-restraint is no fun at all. But it's fine for those who can still enjoy it. I just wish I could.
It's a shame we can't all get together and set up that TuGs community Snobound speculated about in a different forum :big: No need for self restraint then!
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Re: Part 1: A Little Too Anxious + Part 2: Zach's Breaking

Postby tugsbd » Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:24 am

Great story! Wish I could have been in one of your positions!
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.