## Earning Extra Credit (M/m) (M/mf)

Post by Rocero648 » Tue Apr 20, 2010 10:04 am

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
A couple things - first of all, I realize this may look very similar to another story I've posted on here. However, this version is significantly longer and done a little different. Second, the story begins with male-on-male captivity and domination. Later as the story goes on, a girl will be introduced as another captive. Third, the story switches points of view very often between narrators, although I usually make it clear at the beginning of the chapter who the narrator is.
Hope you all enjoy. The story is far from completed, but it's already really long.
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Tony admired his own work He had managed to turn his basement into a very impressive little â€œdungeonâ€.
Half of it looked like the set from a bedroom bondage shoot: along one wall was an old twin-sized bed with posts at all corners perfect for tying up hands and feet. Not too far away from that bed was a support column: simple in nature, yet perfect for all kinds of positions and rope-work. Nearby the post was a simple, heavy wooden chair. The chair was hard and hardly offered any comfort for extended sittings, which was perfect in Tonyâ€™s mind. He loved to see his â€œvictimsâ€ squirm helplessly on that seat as their ass grew more tired and sore from the flat, solid surface he tied them down to so strictly. There was also a large, unfolded towel splayed under the chair to avoid any â€œmessesâ€.
And then half of it looked more like a full-on BDSM dungeon: a hook hung from the ceiling in one corner of the room with ropes tied to it for all kinds of suspension bondage. Next to that was a cross for some more standing bondage. There was also a wooden horse: a tall, long bench shaped like a triangle. The victim would sit on top, tied up and helpless while gravity did itâ€™s work. Tony loved to hear their gagged moans.
Along another wall was a long row of hooks sporting Tonyâ€™s collection of gags, whips, and other miscellaneous bondage gear. Below those hooks was a large table covered in Tonyâ€™s other toys: colorful sets of rope - including blue, pink, red, yellow, and green, two pairs of standard steel handcuffs, multiple colors of fuzzy lining for the handcuffs - including pink, leopard spots, black, and red. There was also a big pile of scarves, bandanas, and anything else Tony could find. Finally, Tony also had his favorite toys of all: a small little white egg vibrator as well as an adjustable vibrating cock-ring.
Finally, the room was totally set up with cameras at all kinds of angles around the room, all hooked up to Tonyâ€™s computers. There was one computer he kept down here as well as another in his living-room which were both wired to the surveillance system. He also had a television set where the video would be displayed. The whole room also operated on a series of dimmer-switches, so Tony would always get the best lighting.
Now, Tony simply had to wait.
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This weekend is seriously going to suck.
Jack got off the bus on Maple Street and walked along to the house he was looking for.
Any other old weekend, Jack would be drinking and doing all kinds of crazy business with his friends. But this weekend, he was going to have to spend the weekend with his professor.
Jack failed his last exam in his psychology class. Now he was about to receive a failing grade. But fortunately, Tony had given Jack another chance: he would have to drop by his place at 5:00 PM sharp in order to help his professor with a little â€œprojectâ€.
Jack had already been informed partially on what to expect, and Jack honestly still didnâ€™t know what to make of it. However, he wasnâ€™t in any place to ask questions. He was doing this of his own free will so that he wouldnâ€™t have to face his parents and admit to screwing away their money on yet another failed course.
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â€œYouâ€™re lateâ€ stated Tony to Jack.
Jack checked his phone: it was barely three minutes past five. Was this guy for real?
â€œSorry Professor Johnson, I was- â€ â€œNo need for excuses,â€ said Tony. â€œWeâ€™ve already wasted enough time. We should probably get started.â€
Tony let Jack enter. Although he wore an expression of contempt and dis-enthusiasm, Tony couldnâ€™t be more excited as he watched Jack walk along ahead. He was a good-looking boy, although a little on the skinny side. Still, he didnâ€™t look fragile: although he was clean and kempt, he also had a bit of a stubble on his face and some scratches and marks which suggested he got into a lot of hairy situations. Jack also had a look in his eyes that Tony liked: he looked clever, yet also reserved. His eyes looked like they were always looking at something in a different way than everybody else. However, he also looked like he was caught in some little dream in the back of his mind. Jack day-dreamed a lot in Tonyâ€™s class, and Tony called him on it on more than one occasion. It was almost as if Jack was constantly just a little stoned.
Speaking of which... thought Tony.
â€œLetâ€™s sit here first. Coffee?â€ asked Tony. He motioned Jack to a couch and a small glass coffee table. Jack sat down. Tony brewed coffee and came right back out.
â€œAlright, so let me explain the project to you a little better,â€ said Tony as he fetched a brown paper bag. From the paper bag, Tony removed two things that Jack both knew and loved: a quarter-ounce of marijuana and a dime-bag of MDMA (ecstacy in itâ€™s purest form).
â€œHoly crap,â€ said Jack, eyes wide open. â€œYou didnâ€™t tell me about this part of the project.â€
â€œLetâ€™s just call this the independent variable to our project, shall we?â€
â€œUh... okay. You really shouldâ€™ve mentioned this first though, I wouldâ€™ve been here sooner.â€
Tony busted up a rock of MDMA into tiny little powder and divided them up into lines. He divided the lines with Jack. Then he ground up a big bud of marijuana and packed it into his large bong. Jack and Tony smoked it all. Soon enough, they were both quite stoned, although Tony still seemed to have a better grip.
â€œSo Jack,â€ said Tony, â€œItâ€™s really simple. Youâ€™re here for the whole weekend with me. You wonâ€™t be leaving any time until Monday morning at 9:00 AM. In fact, itâ€™ll be 9:05 AM since you were late.â€
â€œHey man,â€ said Jack, his eyes blood-shot red and his pupils dilated. â€œNo worries. Iâ€™ll do whatever it takes to get the marks.â€
â€œThatâ€™s good to hear,â€ said Tony. â€œSo, do you know what to expect?â€
â€œWell...â€ said Jack, eyes lazing to the side, and then snapping back to focus on Tony. â€œItâ€™s... kind of weird.â€
â€œDonâ€™t worry about that.â€
â€œIâ€™ll try... but uh... what exactly is the point of this project?â€
Tony sighed. â€œJack, donâ€™t worry about what the point of the project is. Youâ€™re here for extra credit: thatâ€™s it. Just do as youâ€™re told, and youâ€™ll walk out of here with a passing grade. And if youâ€™re very cooperative, I might decide to raise that mark even higher.â€
Jack knew he had no right to be asking questions if Tony didnâ€™t want him to be: Jack was entirely at Tonyâ€™s mercy.
â€œWhen youâ€™re ready, weâ€™ll go to my â€˜study roomâ€™ and get started. Hereâ€™s a few things I should clarify with you: first of all, Iâ€™m going to keep you tied up all weekend. The only time you will be untied is if Iâ€™m about to tie you up again in a different way. Second: Iâ€™m going to keep you gagged almost all weekend. Do you know what a gag is?â€
â€œUh...â€ Jack tried to think.
â€œThereâ€™s all kinds of different gags, but they basically all work the same way: Iâ€™m going to tie something over your mouth so you canâ€™t talk. Youâ€™re going to be gagged almost all the time. Your mouth might get dry and you might start drooling a lot, but thatâ€™s perfectly normal. Iâ€™m going to give you some water every hour. Finally, since youâ€™re going to be tied up all the time, Iâ€™m going to need to assist you with a lot of things such as drinking, eating, and using the bathroom. I realize this is invasive...â€
â€œNah, forget about it....â€ said Jack. â€œWait. Use the bathroom? Youâ€™re going to help me with that?â€
â€œYeah. Iâ€™m not going to untie you every time you need to piss, itâ€™s way too time-consuming. Iâ€™m going to have to assist you.â€
That thought alarmed Jack. Does that mean heâ€™s going to be touching my...?
â€œSo in case you havenâ€™t figured it out yet, I might need to see you naked on more than one occasion.â€
â€œUuuuuuuh....â€
â€œBut Iâ€™ll make it easier for you. If you agree to totally let me strip you naked later, Iâ€™ll add 10% to your overall mark.â€
Jack almost couldnâ€™t believe what he was hearing, but then again 10% was a huge bonus.
â€œGeez dude, youâ€™d better not touch me tough...â€
â€œRelax, Jack. Iâ€™m not some creep whoâ€™s going to rape you or anything, Iâ€™m just trying to help you with your marks. I know this seems like a really weird project, but youâ€™re actually going to be a big help, which is why I can afford to do this for you.â€
â€œ...great.â€
â€œHavenâ€™t you ever had to take your pants off for the doctor?â€
â€œI guess.â€
â€œJust pretend that this is a medical examination then, or something.â€
Jack sniffed hard. His nostrils still tinged from the MDMA.
â€œEvery few hours, weâ€™ll take a break for more weed and MDMA, sound good?â€
Jack reluctantly agreed.
â€œIâ€™ll be right back,â€ said Tony as he headed down a flight of stairs.
Moments later, he came back with a length of green hope in one hand, and a green ball-gag in the other.
â€œSee, this is a gag. And these are the kinds I have the most of. Put your palms together in front of you, please.â€
Jack held up his wrists together. Tony started wrapping the green rope around and around, and then a couple times through Jackâ€™s palms to tighten the loop.
â€œTry moving your hands around.â€
Jackâ€™s wrists squirmed in his bindings. The rope was on tight. There was still about two feet of rope left, but Tony left it alone.
â€œOpen your mouth,â€ said Tony, presenting the green ball-gag. Jack complied. Tony gently pushed the ball into Jackâ€™s mouth and tightly strapped it in.
â€œTry to talk.â€
â€œMmmm hmmm mmph â€
â€œPerfect. Itâ€™ll make your jaw tired, but youâ€™ll get used to it. Also, if you start to drool, thatâ€™s perfectly normal, but you wonâ€™t be able to do much to stop it, especially because Iâ€™m going to leave that thing in there for a long time. But donâ€™t let that shy you away from trying to yell, right?â€ gagged moans were quite possibly Tonyâ€™s biggest turn-on.
â€œAnyway, if you need anything, just start stamping your left foot on the ground really hard. Now letâ€™s go down to our little project center...â€
Tony took the remaining length of rope from Jackâ€™s bindings and pulled him along.
That green gag looks great in his little mouth thought Tony. Jackâ€™s moist lips moved over the mouth-filling gag. His eyes matched the color of his bright green ball-gag. He looked like quite a sight. Tony could tell this was going to be a good weekend.
{THE FIRST HOUR}
Inside his basement dungeon, Tony sat in his big padded computer-desk chair smoking a cigarette. He was admiring his work so far: a tied up Jack bound to the ceiling-hook. He was fully dressed in his hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans, although now he was totally barefoot. His hands were bound straight above his head with his palms together. He watched as Jackâ€™s hands squirmed and writhed in their green bindings, trying to twist and turn. His fingers flexed and his wrists tried to twist and turn, but to no avail. Jack was breathing somewhat rapidly, and his lips were truly starting to glisten. Every so often heâ€™d attempt to suck it back, but every time he would just start drooling even more.
Jackâ€™s jaw was already hurting. He could feel a tiny droplet of drool spilling down his chin. Every time he tried to wipe it off with his hand, heâ€™d let out a short â€œmmphâ€ of frustration and then rubbed his chin on his hoodie.
â€œHey, Jack,â€ said Tony, â€œDonâ€™t worry about the drool. Just let it happen. Youâ€™ll got a towel right under your feel anyway.â€ Tony had moved the towel over to the hook under Jackâ€™s naked feet.
Jack looked over at Tony who was smoking a cigarette. The gag made him feel so helpless: first of all, having a big green rubber ball shoved and strapped into oneâ€™s mouth is a little invasive, and not being able to take it off on his own was driving him crazy. His fate was now entirely in the hands of his grubby-looking professor: a middle-aged, fairly plain grey-haired man with a bit of a gut. He wore glasses. He kind of fit the stereotypical profile of a child rapist with his spectacles, grey hair, and awkward nature.
Tony blew cigarette smoke directly in Jackâ€™s face.
â€œHmmph â€ Jack tried to protest.
â€œSorry,â€ said Tony. â€œI just love to hear that sound.:â€
â€œHmm?â€
â€œNever-mind.â€
Jackâ€™s hands were starting to feel sweaty. It was too hot in this basement to be wearing a hoodie. He wished he could take it off, but there was no that was going to happen yet. The ropes around his wrists were firm. The rope itself was soft like nylon. Jack tried to suck back more drool, but now he could feel two distinct lines of drool already almost down his chin.
Jack could see himself on the TV in a live recording of his current predicament. Apparently, Tony was some sort of tech expert: he somehow managed to set up a bunch of video-cameras around this room and hook them up so that they could be managed on his computer and watched on his big-screen HDTV. Jack could see the high-res drool dribbling down my chin. The camera angle changed every so often on its own, and Tony could choose which cameras to cycle through on the computer. Right now, they were cycling between three different angles: one straight on from the front, one from behind at a slight angle to the left, and one more straight-on from the right side.
â€œYou know, Jack, I love it when you come to my classes stoned, expecting nobody to notice. That really takes the cake. You really you reek of weed, right? I can smell it off you from ten feet away. I can almost die of the smell whenever I get close to you.â€
Jack stared back with alarmed eyes. â€œI know youâ€™re capable of doing a lot better than you do, Jack. Some of your work is... admiral. But youâ€™re just screwing it all away because you donâ€™t think itâ€™s all that relevant or something. But really, youâ€™re just being immature,â€ Tony continued his â€œlectureâ€ as he walked over to the wall with all his bondage gear and started examining his various whips. He picked up one of his longer riding crops. â€œSee, Iâ€™m sure youâ€™d have more of an appreciation for school...â€ Tony positioned himself behind Jack. â€œ...if you didnâ€™t just have it all so easy.â€
Snap.
â€œHMMPH â€ Jack gave a muffled yell as the crop cracked down hard on his ass.
â€œI bet your parents didnâ€™t spank you as a kid.â€
Snap.
â€œUUUMPPPH â€ Jackâ€™s lips pulled back, revealing his white teeth around the green ball-gag.
â€œI bet you still acted like a difficult child.â€
Snap.
â€œHmm â€
â€œIf youâ€™re still asking what the purpose of this project is, itâ€™s this: quit screwing around all the time.â€
Snap.
Jack didnâ€™t moan this time, so Tony followed it up with an even harder hit.
SNAP.
â€œMmmmmm â€ a mouthful of drool was now flowing down his chin.
â€œQuit wasting your parentâ€™s money â€
SNAP
â€œHmph..â€ Jack tries to suck his drool back but fails.
â€œAnd quit wasting my time â€
SNAP
â€œUgghfffmmm....â€
The camera angle changed every so often between hits. He watched on the TV as his own ass got whipped from behind. The camera angle then changed to the side view, showing Tony whipping Jack as he moaned and grunted into his gag. Then it changed to the front view, showing Jackâ€™s gagged, drooling face perfectly. Under his chin, his shirt was beginning to become moist with drool.
{THE SECOND HOUR - JACK)
I could barely think straight. The heavy dosage of MDMA and pot was seriously screwing with my head. I knew I was in a crazy situation, but I could barely even determine how to react to it.
Thank God for the MDMA though, or else I wouldâ€™ve already freaked out. But the drugs definitely allowed me to stay calm, despite what my professor was doing to me. It was helping me get through this: the ball-gag in my mouth was starting to feel soft and comfortable, and the rope around my hands made them feel warm, secured, and comfortable. I liked the feeling of the rope as I rubbed my wrists against it. Even the whip didnâ€™t feel like much anymore.
â€œTime for a bathroom break,â€ I heard him say. He walked out from behind me and turned to face me. He grabbed me by the chin and started wiping away the drool with his palm and fingers. His sweaty hand felt incredibly unpleasant against my face. He reached up and unhooked the bright green rope around my wrists from the ceiling-hook. My arms were sore from having lost mobility in such a position for so long so it was good to be able to bring them back down. He grabbed the green length of rope and lead me out the room and up the stairs to his washroom.
â€œI think I can let you take care of yourself since your hands are tied in front, but next time you might need my assistance.â€
He opened and closed the door for me, and then I was alone in the bathroom, bound and gagged. I really had to use the toilet. I awkwardly unzipped my pants with my tied hands and opened my fly so that I could urinate. Then I flushed and washed my roped hands, having to handle everything between my palms. My palms had been getting sweaty from being tied to each other for so long, almost pressed together from the wrists. I re-zipped my fly and knocked on the door so that Tony knew to open it for me.
{HOUR 3 - Tony)
My nostril burns as I snort yet another copious line of MDMA.
How exciting. I got myself a new toy to play with. And heâ€™s such a cute kid, too. And tomorrow heâ€™ll have company.
The boy lets out a deep gasp of relief as I remove the soaked gag from his drool-covered mouth. Thereâ€™s a fairly noticeable patch of drool forming from his collar and down.
â€œCan I please take this sweater off?â€ he asks.
I press my palm against his mouth. â€œHa-rrmph, nnnmmph â€ I can feel his wet lips moving and hear his muffled groans.
â€œShhhh. Youâ€™re not in control here. You do not speak unless spoken to.â€
I firmly keep him in my hand-gag as I push him over to the table. I finally remove my hand from his mouth once I have a knotted handkerchief to tie into it. I tie a knotted cleave gag into his mouth.
I can feel the MDMA kicking in. I feel giddy and horny, but I know I canâ€™t do anything too serious to this student or else he seriously might decide to report me. I look at his gagged face. He looks back at me with those green eyes. I suddenly get a change of heart over that gag, and untie it from his mouth. I untie the knot in the handkerchief too, and I tie it as a blindfold over his eyes.
â€œWhat are you doing this ti - hmmph!â€ I clamped my hand over his yappy little mouth again. I liked the way his moist lips moved against my palm.
This time he tried reaching up with his tied up hands. I grabbed his wrists with my free hand and brought him to the table with all my bondage gear. I grabbed a set of handcuffs and the pink fuzzy covers and then dragged the boy over to the plain wooden chair.
â€œPut your arms around the back of the chair.â€
I slipped the handcuffs between two bars in the back of the chair so he couldnâ€™t get free and cuffed his hands behind the chair. I liked the way his hands looked like that: his hands helplessly left with his palms facing out and his fingers half-curled.
I reach into my dime-bag of junk and put a small chunk of MDMA on my finger - not too much, but enough to get things possibly going. With my other hand I grab the boy by his chin and tilt his head upwards. I use my thumb to pry between his lips. â€œOpen up.â€ He complies, drawing his lips open slowly. I shove my finger through to his tongue and drop the chunk. Then I grab him in a tight hand-gag.
â€œSwallow it.â€
9:00 PM {HOUR 4 - Tony)
Why gags?
Itâ€™s hard to pick out just one reason why I find gags so attractive on my captives.
It demeans them. Makes them look and feel embarrassing. And oh, the way it makes them moan... nothing probably got Tony off more than gag-talk, gag-moans, gag-anything.
Poor Jack is all alone, tied up in my little dungeon. But does he know heâ€™s being watched?
I decided to go up to the living-room for a little bit and grade some papers, all while keeping an eye on my captive on my living-room TV.
I was getting the whole show with three glorious angles: the first showed me a front-side angle of his face. I left him blindfolded and also re-gagged him with the same ball-gag as before. He was starting to drool again, just a little bit.
Ball gags are my favorite. A good ball gag is probably the most effective gag there is: theyâ€™re durable, impossible to speak with, theyâ€™re impossible to not drool all over yourself with, and the captor canâ€™t get it off without untying himself. And thatâ€™s only if it isnâ€™t padlocked.
I didnâ€™t padlock Jackâ€™s gag. Itâ€™s already in there really tight. I always strap it in until I hear the â€œhmmphâ€. He was sweating a little bit. He must be a little hot in that hoodie.
The second angle showed me a top-down view toward the front of his body: I had used the green rope to strictly secure Jackâ€™s torso to the back of the chair, and his feet were secured to the chairâ€™s sturdy legs with red rope. I knowingly took away his freedom to tap for assistance. Oh well. Maybe he wonâ€™t figure that out.
Thereâ€™s a big wet spot forming in his pants. I stuck a bunch of ice under his underwear earlier - lots of nice, big, chunky ice cubes to make him moan incoherently into that green gag of his. It was music to my ears.
The third shot showed me a view angled from behind and to the right. This gave me clear view of his bindings around his arms: the green rope restricted them to the edgy, uncomfortable corners of the chairâ€™s back. His hands twist and reach around in their pink fuzzy handcuffs. That was another thing I liked: bound hands. Especially when theyâ€™re tied up to each other, or at least close together. Bound hands are totally useless - helpless. Like my captive.
He stopped moaning just a little while ago though. At least, not quite as loudly. I think the MDMA is kicking in. Every once in a while he takes a really deep breath. His hands are no longer struggling anymore; theyâ€™re just hanging limply with his finger slowly opening and closing. Jack moves his hand over the other handâ€™s manacle. His fingers move across the fuzzy lining, and he begins to rub it. He starts squirming in his nots.
I made a really tight crotch-rope for him with some of the red rope. I think heâ€™s trying to rub himself against it, all while methodically â€œmmphâ€-ing softly in his gag.
I pun my red marking pen down, unbuckle my pants, and start to enjoy the show.
{Friday, 10:00 PM - Tony}
I lead my captive outside by his leash. He awkwardly, blindly stumbles along. I pull him along by the yellow rope I looped around his neck and fashioned into a make-shift choke rope: the further away he gets from me, the tighter the rope becomes around his neck. I donâ€™t want to choke him too much though; just enough so that he keeps up.
I bet Jack is wishing he still had his hoodie on now. I took it off once I untied him from the chair. Out in my back yard, the night air is cool and breezy. I lead Jack across my lawn, his bare feet padding against the moist grass. His jeans were still soaked through at the crotch from the ice. His t-shirt had even more drool on it, now down to his chest. He was shaking a little bit.
I stopped and admired the situation of my captive. Iâ€™d hate to be in his position. That ball-gag must really be hurting by now, and I canâ€™t imagine what the taste in his mouth must be like. And having ice stuffed in your crotch is never pleasant. And all that drool must make him feel absolutely humiliated as well as all the brightly colored ropes and gags.
I love being in control. I love knowing that my captive knows how helpless he is, when their entire life is in my hands.
I wouldnâ€™t just tie up anyone though. Jack is a smart-ass whoâ€™s full of himself, and I see how well he gets along with girls in class. Thatâ€™s my mark: people who need to be brought down a few pegs. People who think theyâ€™re so much better than everyone else.
Itâ€™s time for another bathroom break. I unbuckle Jackâ€™s pants and pull them down along with his underwear. He starts to squirm and kick his legs. â€œHHHMPPH!â€
â€œRelax, Jack,â€ I say as I cover his already gagged mouth with my hand to not disturb my neighbors. â€œI told you Iâ€™d be assisting you with your bathroom breaks. Now do your business.â€ I let him go and stepped away.
With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Jack had to lean forward awkwardly to avoid urinating on his pants. When he was done, I pulled his pants back up and re-buckled his belt. In one corner of my yard, near the hedges which act as my yard fence, I have a small park bench with a lamp next to it. The lamp automatically turns on as I lead my captive towards the bench. I make him sit down next to me. I take out my cell-phone and order a large pepperoni pizza with two Cokes. â€œYeah, just come to my back yard when you get here.â€
I put my phone away and look back at my captive.
â€œSo Jack, youâ€™re almost done your first night here. A pretty good start, wouldnâ€™t you say?â€
Nothing. He doesnâ€™t even â€œmmphâ€ in response.
â€œYou know, this might seem like some really twisted, messed up situation youâ€™re in. But itâ€™s not as... inappropriate as you might tink. You really do deserve this, and youâ€™re learning a valuable lesson. See: youâ€™re paying me back for all the time you shouldâ€™ve paid attention to my class earlier. Youâ€™re giving me back the time you owe me: all the time you screwed off fulfilling your own selfish, worthless pleasures. Youâ€™re making up for the total lack of humiliation youâ€™ve shown. This is necessary, and itâ€™s for your own good.â€
The pizza eventually arrived. I switched the lamp off manually when I heard the pizza-guy get here so that Jack could be hidden by the darkness. I paid him at the gate, gave him a good tip, and sent him on his way.
When he was gone, I went back to my captive and turned the lamp back on. I un-gagged him and began to feed him the pizza. When he tried to tell me to un-cuff him, I hand-gagged him again and told him this was the only food he was getting till the morning, reminding him he agreed before to let me force-feed him.
â€œUnless you donâ€™t want the extra credit to pass my course, that is...â€ I reminded him. â€œCome on. Youâ€™ve already gone this long. You might as well go through with it now. Iâ€™m almost done with you tonight anyway. Plus, youâ€™ll have some company tomorrow so you wonâ€™t suffer alone.â€
He started to eat the pizza.
{FRIDAY, 11:00 PM - Jack}
â€œMMMMMPPPPHHHH!â€
The shower water was freezing. I wanted to get out of it right away, but my hands were roped tightly to a hook in the wall under the shower tap. I was totally naked. My professor stripped me after reminding me I had originally agreed to his â€œassistanceâ€ in my showers.
My jaw was so sore now from the gag, and my mouth felt disgusting. I would do anything to just stop the drooling.
The water felt like cold ice running down my body. The worst part is that I can hear Tony in the shower with me. Iâ€™m still blindfolded, and the bandana over my eyes is getting soaked. I feel a sponge moving over my body... every part of my body. First he scrubs around my neck, then down my back until he reaches my bound hands. Then he starts scrubbing my arms up to my shoulders, and then down my chest, then down my stomach, then down my waist.... and then down the outside of my leg. I let out a sigh of relief. He scrubs down my leg towards my feet. He picks up my leg by the foot and starts scrubbing my heel and toes. Then he goes back up my leg, this time on the inside. I tense up and try to protest, but the gag makes it nothing more than a whimper. Furthermore, talking just seems to make the drooling worse. He scrubs up my leg, slowly and slowly until heâ€™s on the inside of my thigh. Then he works his way up to my pubic patch and really begins to scrub. â€œHHMMPH!â€ He harshly scrubs my crotch.
â€œDonâ€™t be such a baby, Jack. Itâ€™s just hygiene. Grow up. Itâ€™s not like Iâ€™m giving you a hand-job.â€
I hate how this gag makes me constantly drool, but Iâ€™m thinking thatâ€™s something he likes about it. Heâ€™s pathetic. Just listen to how this guy talks, he obviously has some serious issues. He was obviously never very popular.
Great. Now Iâ€™m his method for taking revenge on the world. Whatever. This queer obviously canâ€™t even get a date. Iâ€™ll walk out of here still the same person and totally forget this ever happened eventually. Itâ€™ll be worth the marks. And as much as Iâ€™d really like to be anywhere else right now, Iâ€™d rather be tied up and molested by my professor than have to stay in school an extra semester and explain to my parents why I failed my fourth course since I started university. Thatâ€™s just a whole lot more to deal with than a weekend over at my psychotic professorâ€™s house in his creepy video-cam dungeon basement. I wonder what he does with the film?

### Re: Earning Extra Credit (M/m) (M/mf)

Post by Jack Roper » Tue Apr 20, 2010 3:58 pm

Hey Rocero,
Great story so far. I like that you did not run it all into one-long paragraph. makes it easier to read.
One thing though: that sounds like a lot of MDMA to be using. Those two must really have gotten extremely high!
John

### Re: Earning Extra Credit (M/m) (M/mf)

Post by Rocero648 » Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:19 pm

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Not much to say here. The girl gets introduced and tied up in the last of these chapters here. I'm hoping to update with much more soon.
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9:00 PM {HOUR 4 - Tony)
Why gags?
Itâ€™s hard to pick out just one reason why I find gags so attractive on my captives.
It demeans them. Makes them look and feel embarrassing. And oh, the way it makes them moan... nothing probably got Tony off more than gag-talk, gag-moans, gag-anything.
Poor Jack is all alone, tied up in my little dungeon. But does he know heâ€™s being watched?
I decided to go up to the living-room for a little bit and grade some papers, all while keeping an eye on my captive on my living-room TV.
I was getting the whole show with three glorious angles: the first showed me a front-side angle of his face. I left him blindfolded and also re-gagged him with the same ball-gag as before. He was starting to drool again, just a little bit.
Ball gags are my favorite. A good ball gag is probably the most effective gag there is: theyâ€™re durable, impossible to speak with, theyâ€™re impossible to not drool all over yourself with, and the captor canâ€™t get it off without untying himself. And thatâ€™s only if it isnâ€™t padlocked.
I didnâ€™t padlock Jackâ€™s gag. Itâ€™s already in there really tight. I always strap it in until I hear the â€œhmmphâ€. He was sweating a little bit. He must be a little hot in that hoodie.
The second angle showed me a top-down view toward the front of his body: I had used the green rope to strictly secure Jackâ€™s torso to the back of the chair, and his feet were secured to the chairâ€™s sturdy legs with red rope. I knowingly took away his freedom to tap for assistance. Oh well. Maybe he wonâ€™t figure that out.
Thereâ€™s a big wet spot forming in his pants. I stuck a bunch of ice under his underwear earlier - lots of nice, big, chunky ice cubes to make him moan incoherently into that green gag of his. It was music to my ears.
The third shot showed me a view angled from behind and to the right. This gave me clear view of his bindings around his arms: the green rope restricted them to the edgy, uncomfortable corners of the chairâ€™s back. His hands twist and reach around in their pink fuzzy handcuffs. That was another thing I liked: bound hands. Especially when theyâ€™re tied up to each other, or at least close together. Bound hands are totally useless - helpless. Like my captive.
He stopped moaning just a little while ago though. At least, not quite as loudly. I think the MDMA is kicking in. Every once in a while he takes a really deep breath. His hands are no longer struggling anymore; theyâ€™re just hanging limply with his finger slowly opening and closing. Jack moves his hand over the other handâ€™s manacle. His fingers move across the fuzzy lining, and he begins to rub it. He starts squirming in his nots.
I made a really tight crotch-rope for him with some of the red rope. I think heâ€™s trying to rub himself against it, all while methodically â€œmmphâ€-ing softly in his gag.
I pun my red marking pen down, unbuckle my pants, and start to enjoy the show.
{Friday, 10:00 PM - Tony}
I lead my captive outside by his leash. He awkwardly, blindly stumbles along. I pull him along by the yellow rope I looped around his neck and fashioned into a make-shift choke rope: the further away he gets from me, the tighter the rope becomes around his neck. I donâ€™t want to choke him too much though; just enough so that he keeps up.
I bet Jack is wishing he still had his hoodie on now. I took it off once I untied him from the chair. Out in my back yard, the night air is cool and breezy. I lead Jack across my lawn, his bare feet padding against the moist grass. His jeans were still soaked through at the crotch from the ice. His t-shirt had even more drool on it, now down to his chest. He was shaking a little bit.
I stopped and admired the situation of my captive. Iâ€™d hate to be in his position. That ball-gag must really be hurting by now, and I canâ€™t imagine what the taste in his mouth must be like. And having ice stuffed in your crotch is never pleasant. And all that drool must make him feel absolutely humiliated as well as all the brightly colored ropes and gags.
I love being in control. I love knowing that my captive knows how helpless he is, when their entire life is in my hands.
I wouldnâ€™t just tie up anyone though. Jack is a smart-ass whoâ€™s full of himself, and I see how well he gets along with girls in class. Thatâ€™s my mark: people who need to be brought down a few pegs. People who think theyâ€™re so much better than everyone else.
Itâ€™s time for another bathroom break. I unbuckle Jackâ€™s pants and pull them down along with his underwear. He starts to squirm and kick his legs. â€œHHHMPPH!â€
â€œRelax, Jack,â€ I say as I cover his already gagged mouth with my hand to not disturb my neighbors. â€œI told you Iâ€™d be assisting you with your bathroom breaks. Now do your business.â€ I let him go and stepped away.
With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Jack had to lean forward awkwardly to avoid urinating on his pants. When he was done, I pulled his pants back up and re-buckled his belt. In one corner of my yard, near the hedges which act as my yard fence, I have a small park bench with a lamp next to it. The lamp automatically turns on as I lead my captive towards the bench. I make him sit down next to me. I take out my cell-phone and order a large pepperoni pizza with two Cokes. â€œYeah, just come to my back yard when you get here.â€
I put my phone away and look back at my captive.
â€œSo Jack, youâ€™re almost done your first night here. A pretty good start, wouldnâ€™t you say?â€
Nothing. He doesnâ€™t even â€œmmphâ€ in response.
â€œYou know, this might seem like some really twisted, messed up situation youâ€™re in. But itâ€™s not as... inappropriate as you might tink. You really do deserve this, and youâ€™re learning a valuable lesson. See: youâ€™re paying me back for all the time you shouldâ€™ve paid attention to my class earlier. Youâ€™re giving me back the time you owe me: all the time you screwed off fulfilling your own selfish, worthless pleasures. Youâ€™re making up for the total lack of humiliation youâ€™ve shown. This is necessary, and itâ€™s for your own good.â€
The pizza eventually arrived. I switched the lamp off manually when I heard the pizza-guy get here so that Jack could be hidden by the darkness. I paid him at the gate, gave him a good tip, and sent him on his way.
When he was gone, I went back to my captive and turned the lamp back on. I un-gagged him and began to feed him the pizza. When he tried to tell me to un-cuff him, I hand-gagged him again and told him this was the only food he was getting till the morning, reminding him he agreed before to let me force-feed him.
â€œUnless you donâ€™t want the extra credit to pass my course, that is...â€ I reminded him. â€œCome on. Youâ€™ve already gone this long. You might as well go through with it now. Iâ€™m almost done with you tonight anyway. Plus, youâ€™ll have some company tomorrow so you wonâ€™t suffer alone.â€
He started to eat the pizza.
{FRIDAY, 11:00 PM - Jack}
â€œMMMMMPPPPHHHH!â€
The shower water was freezing. I wanted to get out of it right away, but my hands were roped tightly to a hook in the wall under the shower tap. I was totally naked. My professor stripped me after reminding me I had originally agreed to his â€œassistanceâ€ in my showers.
My jaw was so sore now from the gag, and my mouth felt disgusting. I would do anything to just stop the drooling.
The water felt like cold ice running down my body. The worst part is that I can hear Tony in the shower with me. Iâ€™m still blindfolded, and the bandana over my eyes is getting soaked. I feel a sponge moving over my body... every part of my body. First he scrubs around my neck, then down my back until he reaches my bound hands. Then he starts scrubbing my arms up to my shoulders, and then down my chest, then down my stomach, then down my waist.... and then down the outside of my leg. I let out a sigh of relief. He scrubs down my leg towards my feet. He picks up my leg by the foot and starts scrubbing my heel and toes. Then he goes back up my leg, this time on the inside. I tense up and try to protest, but the gag makes it nothing more than a whimper. Furthermore, talking just seems to make the drooling worse. He scrubs up my leg, slowly and slowly until heâ€™s on the inside of my thigh. Then he works his way up to my pubic patch and really begins to scrub. â€œHHMMPH!â€ He harshly scrubs my crotch.
â€œDonâ€™t be such a baby, Jack. Itâ€™s just hygiene. Grow up. Itâ€™s not like Iâ€™m giving you a hand-job.â€
I hate how this gag makes me constantly drool, but Iâ€™m thinking thatâ€™s something he likes about it. Heâ€™s pathetic. Just listen to how this guy talks, he obviously has some serious issues. He was obviously never very popular.
Great. Now Iâ€™m his method for taking revenge on the world. Whatever. This queer obviously canâ€™t even get a date. Iâ€™ll walk out of here still the same person and totally forget this ever happened eventually. Itâ€™ll be worth the marks. And as much as Iâ€™d really like to be anywhere else right now, Iâ€™d rather be tied up and molested by my professor than have to stay in school an extra semester and explain to my parents why I failed my fourth course since I started university. Thatâ€™s just a whole lot more to deal with than a weekend over at my psychotic professorâ€™s house in his creepy video-cam dungeon basement. I wonder what he does with the film?
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{SATURDAY, 9:00 AM - Tony}
After last nightâ€™s shower I switched Jackâ€™s gag with some tape and a cloth tied over his mouth to give his jaw a break. I took him out for one more bathroom break and then tied him up to the twin bed in the basement. I woke him up an hour ago and moved him to the chair. Now Iâ€™m drinking coffee, smoking a joint, and looking at some papers I need to eventually grade.
I hear someone knocking at the door. I check my watch. Late, of course. I open the door to Megan, a hot, young student in my class. Sheâ€™s one of those snobby white-washed Chinese girls. Her eyes are big and black, and her eyebrows arch as if sheâ€™s looking down on everybody.
I offered her some drugs, but she turned them down giving me a look like I was a big creep. I couldnâ€™t wait to wipe that undeserved superiority complex right out of her mind.
I knew her weakness though: she was a daddyâ€™s girl, always getting by through getting everything from her dad, and all her dad ever asks for in return is that she gets an A in all her courses. Unfortunately though, she was sitting with a C, which made her practically sob out loud when I showed her overall mark for the course. Sheâ€™s never had lower than a B, and sheâ€™s never had more than one B a year. This mark would cause more disappointment then sheâ€™s ever known from her parents.
She was also used to getting by on her looks a lot, I can tell.
She let me tie her up, trying to hold back a couple tears. I used the bright pink rope on her. It looked good on her pink top and black dress. I tied her hands up in front of her like I did to Jack yesterday. I made her press her soft, delicate palms together before I started wrapping the rope around her wrist. I used the bright yellow ball-gag on her, securing it between her full, juicy pink lips. Her full cheeks bulge slightly under the tight strap. â€œHhhhmmm!â€ What a beautiful sound.
She used that mouth far too much for talking behind peopleâ€™s backs, always criticizing and trying to turn friends onto each other so she could climb her little social ladder.
After today though, sheâ€™ll be in no position to think of herself as high-and-mighty above anyone else. Soon Iâ€™ll have her just like Jack: helpless, drooling, struggling, whimpering, and totally vulnerable to every little thing I want to do to her. I wonâ€™t rape her, of course. Thatâ€™s a step too far. Iâ€™m just trying to discipline these delinquents.

### Re: Earning Extra Credit (M/m) (M/mf)

Post by BlackWingedAngel » Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:57 pm

yeah discipline
can't wait for the update.
I'm a girl
I want to be the submissive victim
I am such a total bondage newb

### Re: Earning Extra Credit (M/m) (M/mf)

Post by Rocero648 » Sun Apr 25, 2010 2:23 pm

Thanks for the positive feedback so far!
I was hoping this could be a story that could appeal to any and all bondage entusiasts, even though a lot of it is M/M in the beginning.
To me, part of what I love about bondage is how the victim feels helpless and humiliated. As a straight guy, I don't feel so "helpless" if a girl were to tie me up, usually because if that kind of thing happens I obviously wanted it to happen.
At the same time, I was thinking my story needed some girl-relief, so Megan will be joining us as our second victim. Not sure if I'll write from her point of view. Maybe. I've never really writter from the opposite sex.

### Re: Earning Extra Credit (M/m) (M/mf)

Post by Scottstud94 » Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:46 pm

Appealing to all bondage enthuists? Yes well done. You've also made this teacher to be truly hatable also well done.

### Re: Earning Extra Credit (M/m) (M/mf)

Post by Rocero648 » Thu May 13, 2010 12:53 pm

10:00 AM â€“ Tony
â€œLetâ€™s check in on our friend Jack, shall we?â€
I finish tying Meganâ€™s bare feet together by the ankles. Her shoes and socks lay back in my entrance hall. Sitting on my living-room couch, I have Megan resting next to me with her bound feet on my lap. Sheâ€™s bound up tight: her legs are bound at the ankles and above and below the knee. Her hands are tied in front to another rope around her waist, which also looped under her ass and up again to form an effective crotch-rope. It was done in such a way that moving her hands too much would pull up and tighten the rope. It was already pressing through her clothes against her flesh.
That big yellow ball stuck in her mouth certainly diminished the effect of her almost naturally snobby features. Her eyes still looked away from him as if he didnâ€™t exist; as if she was trying to think of something else, and Tony was little more than a nuisance she was trying to ignore. But now, those eyes also hid distress which Tony just barely saw seeping from her. Every once in a while, Tony heard the sound of Megan desperately trying to suck back to keep from drooling, although the gag was already getting dark in a layer of her spit.
I dragged her ass over to my lap, positioning her skirt-covered behind perfectly over my crotch.
I wonâ€™t rape her. But I might as well have a little fun.
I reached out for the TV remote and turned in on. â€œTime for some Captive TV, sweetie.â€
I sat back with my arm around her skinny waist, pushing her back into me, digging my crotch deeper over her skirt. She started to struggle and moan. â€œShhh. Donâ€™t worry, sweetie. Iâ€™ll keep my hands above your clothes. For now.â€
That didnâ€™t seem to settle her down much. I reached over her mouth with my hand and pulled her back, muffling her cries even further as I pulled her head almost right next to mine. I rest my chin on her shoulder, smelling her long, black, silky hair. â€œYouâ€™re mine for this weekend, baby. But donâ€™t worry, youâ€™ve got company. Watch.â€
With the hand I was using to grab her mouth shut, I pulled her chin to look straight at the TV.
Jack was strictly tied to the wooden chair, with multiple ropes binding his arms, legs, and torso. Aside from his bindings, a blindfold, and a â€œspecialâ€ sort of panel gag strapped in his mouth, he only wore a t-shirt which just barely covered his genitalia. He was trying to lift his ass off the chair, barely succeeding and only getting more tired.
The panel gag had one strap which went around the back of Jackâ€™s head, and another which tightened under his chin, forcing his mouth to remain closed over the gagâ€™s mouth-piece: a mouth-filling, four-inch long, two-inch wide, fully detailed rubber penis head. And my detailed, I mean detailed: Jack would be able to feel every fake vein, curve, and wrinkle. The straps made sure he was getting as intimate as possible with it.
Only the third camera angle showed what Jack was trying to lift his ass away from. On the seat rested a few penetrators, each sitting on their base and pointing directly up towards the ceiling â€“ or in this case: Jackâ€™s ass. Two of them were way off the mark, but one was firmly on the bull-eye: Jack managed to just barely stay above the tip. The ropes gave him no more room than that. He was starting to tire too: his legs trembled slightly.
Still covering Meganâ€™s mouth, I reach out with my free hand to hold one of hers. Her fingers ball up into a tight fist as soon as she feels mine moving along the back of her hand. I try to pry my fingers through, but she shifts and struggles, moaning into my palm. I grab the crotch-rope and start to tug. â€œDonâ€™t be a baby. Just enjoy the show.â€
Jackâ€™s ass was now barely resting on the penetrator.
I stop covering her mouth and use that hand to start tugging the rope. With my other hand, I slide my fingers between hers, my palm against hers, with the palm of her other hand resting against the back of my hand. I bring my other hand back to covering her mouth, forcing her closer to me. For a few minutes she tries to break her hands free in vain. I easily hold on as she tries to straighten her fingers and move her arms, tensing her hand to get it out of mine. But eventually it becomes soft and submissive to my grasp.
I can feel tears running down my other hand.
As Jack slowly sinks lower and lower, I start to shift and grind the crotch of my jeans against Meganâ€™s tense ass.