Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 7

Postby bondagefreak » Mon May 19, 2014 2:56 pm

Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17
Note from the author: Warning! Explicit content!
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My heart was racing and my limbs were shaking.
I was in such a panic, I thought I'd suffer a stroke and pass out.

I tried to escape my captor, but these bonds...they were inescapable.
I tried to yell, but the disgusting gag he'd stuffed in my mouth muffled my screams.

How the hell did it turn out like this?!
How could I have been so stupid...so, shortsighted?

With my current and future well-being in this stranger's hands, thoughts and memories came flooding in.
This wasn't what was supposed to happen! This wasn't the plan!




Chapter 1 - The Break-In

The plan was simple enough, or so I thought.

My friend and his fellow gang members had explained to me what I needed to do in order to gain access to their group.
I'd never done this before, but since they all went through the same test and succeeded, I figured my own challenge would be no different.

I was supposed to find a house, break into it and come out with a few items of value to present to the ringleader.
I was also gonna be accompanied by my friend and two of his fellow gang members. They weren't gonna be there to help me though. They'd just be there to make sure I didn't chicken out or cheat my way out of the initiatory challenge.

Okay, I know I was kinda looking for trouble...
But I mean, what was I supposed to do?!
I just lost my job and had no family to speak of. Sure, I was a good looking, twenty year old guy. If I'd wanted to, I could have found some job as a mechanic in a garage somewhere. But being young and stupid, I wanted to do something dangerous.
I wanted to go the extra mile, so-to-speak.
I wanted to be able to look at my son and tell him that his daddy did some pretty bad ass stuff back in the day.

Unfortunately, life has a way of biting you in the ass when you least expect it.
So much for being bad ass...


On Friday night, I get a call from my buddy telling me this was my big night.
I either made it into the gang, or didn't. Obviously, the first choice was the only real option.

By eleven o'clock, I had my bag packed.
I didn't bring much...just the essentials: A pocket knife, some rope, a roll of extra wide duct tape, a flashlight, a rag and the small vial of chloroform that I'd managed to get a hold of.

I didn't wanna hurt anyone and didn't want any complications. Getting my hands on those few ounces of the organic compound, was a huge burden off my shoulders.
I'd find a quiet house...hopefuly one with an old lady living in it, use the chloroform to get her to fall asleep, tie her hands up and gag her. Then I'd just find a few things to steal and rush out.
By the time she woke up to call the police, we'd be long gone.


I put on my darkest clothes, covered my hands with a pair of leather gloves and brought along a black face mask...like the ones you see in the movies.
I was ready for the test.


My future gang buddies arrived in front of my place at midnight sharp.
Right away, I got in their car and we drove to the other side of town.

We ended up patrolling street after street, until finally, two hours later, I chose the house I was gonna rob.

It was a medium-sized house, located on one of the more quiet streets of the neighborhood.
The lights were all dark inside and there was no car parked in the spacious driveway.
I knew these homes all had these fancy alarm systems, so I'd have to sneak in by the back.
Hopefully, finding an entry point wouldn't be too difficult.

I signaled the guys to stop the car, indicating the house that I'd chosen.

The three of them looked on for a minute before nodding their heads approvingly.

"Do it fast" the driver told me, making me understand that they wouldn't wait on me for very long.

"Don't worry, I will." I responded, nervous but confident.

"Yo Jake!" my buddy called out as I was about to step out the car.
I turned to look at him and our eyes locked in a solemn, meaningful fashion. "Good luck." he told me, extending his fist for us to complete the gang's signal greeting.


"See you guys soon." I finally said, slipping my face mask on and quietly exiting the parked vehicle.
This was it.


I ran past the driveway and into the house's large backyard.
To my surprise, the yard was lined with a tall wooden picket fence.
It was private enough for me not to have to worry about nosy neighbors watching out for each other.
Picking this neighborhood was a good choice, I congradulated myself.
All these single-story houses were pretty low and the tall fence provided a more than adequate coverage.

It didn't stop there. Things just seemed to get better and better.
The back patio was open a crack, as were all the windows.
It made sense...after all, this was a pretty warm day for this time of the year.
Even now, the night air was warm and humid.

Getting inside the house would be a piece of cake, but obviously, I had more than that to worry about.
My hopes that the house would be a vacant one, quickly vanished and were replaced with the realisation that I'd have to deal with whoever was inside.



The first thing I did after quietly entering the house, was reach for the bottle of chloroform in my bag and let the compound soak into the rag I'd brought.
Whoever was in here, I'd make short work of them.

If I didn't have the chloroform with me, I'd have opted to try and steal without any contact with whoever was sleeping in the bedroom.
But I didn't wanna risk being surprised in the act...so my choice was obvious: use the chloroform, then steal what you can and get out.
Even if the victim woke up while I had the rag pressed to his or her face, it would be a short struggle.
This stuff was really potent and besides, I was in pretty good shape.
Even if there was a guy in there, I was confident I could handle him.

I prowled around the house, using all the stealth and guile I could muster.
My heart was thumping in my chest. I kept telling myself that I was in control.

When I remembered that my friend and his buddies out there wouldn't wait on me forever, I decided to press forward and get on with it.


Finally, I arrived in what seemed like the only bedroom of the house.
I was thankful for the soft moonlight as it bathed the room in a soft hue, exposing the large queen-size bed and the single occupant lying on it.


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I didn't need to get much closer to recognise it was a guy. I couldn't see his face clearly and since he was partially sleeping under the white sheets, I couldn't see his whole body either. Even with the moonlight filtering through the blinds, the room was still pretty dark. It was hard to make out what kinda of a guy I was gonna be dealing with.


I took a deep breath, and after conjuring up all the courage I had left, I went for the kill.

I quietly put my backpack down to the floor, poured some more solution into the rag and jumped on my victim.



Even as I jumped on him and pressed the chloroform-soaked rag to his face, he didn't move.

It took a good second for the guy to wake up and understand what was happening.
When I realised he'd woken up, I pressed the rag tighter over his face and attempted to use my well-developed body to keep him pinned to the mattress.

That's bascially when everything came falling apart...

As the guy woke up, I started realising my mistake.
He was big...really big!
Leave it up to me to chose the only house on the street with a muscular 230 lbs guy as the sole occupant.

In less than a second, the dude was fully awake and I found myself being overpowered.
Before I knew it, the guy had his massive arms and legs wrapped around me, rendering my limbs totally useless.

The compound-soaked rag fell to the floor and all hopes I had of taming this stud, vanished into thin air.


I tried fighting him, tried squirming out of his vice-like grip.
The huge stud just flipped me over and pinned me underneath his bodyweight.

He was naked, only a pair of tight briefs covering his junk.
As he layed there, on top of me, I could feel his hard member against my ass.

I was freaking out! I'd lost control!
The more I tried to fight him off, the tighter he wrapped his muscular limbs around me.

I tried to shake him off, but the dude was so big and heavy that my attempts were in vain.

At one point, he tried bringing his arm up around my neck.
He wanted to get me in a choke hold.

I managed to twist around and almost succeeded in getting off the bed, but before I could get away, he grabbed me and pulled me back in.

I fought like a cornered animal, but he was holding me so close, I couldn't even swing any punches.
I struggled and struggled and somehow I ended up with my face inside his armpit.
He clamped his big bicep on my face, locking my head into his armpit and muffling my protests.

With my face and nose pressed against the guy's moist skin, I couldn't breathe properly.
My limbs inevitably got weaker and by the time the dude had me in a choke hold, I had no more fight left in me.

I remember a painful sensation around my neck.
I remember a terrible headache and then...nothing.

Everything went blank.
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17

Postby Lake Lover » Mon May 19, 2014 3:34 pm

Good! I am so glad the occupant got the stupid , err, 'shortsighted' housebreaker! His goose is cooked. I thought you might be attacked by two doberman pincers before the guy subdued you. Hahaha!

Really__ I am anxious to read what happens to the would be burglar now that he is licked. He needs to face justice. And I don't mean the criminal court variety.

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17

Postby Lake Lover » Mon May 19, 2014 5:08 pm

I just want to add a comment about the photo/ What a hunk that sleeping beauty is!!.

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17

Postby NemesisPrime » Mon May 19, 2014 6:12 pm

Well this sounds remarkably similar to what you planned with me and henry. :)
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17

Postby mikeybound » Mon May 19, 2014 6:22 pm

It'll be fun seeing the stuff in your stories done to someone who actually deserves it. Will that chloroform come back into play?

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17

Postby chadmc90 » Mon May 19, 2014 8:27 pm

Well I honestly can't wait for what's coming to the guy now. This guy deserves a decent torture session.

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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17

Postby mserich » Mon May 19, 2014 11:22 pm

So excited!

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17

Postby bondagefreak » Tue May 20, 2014 12:02 am

Note from the author: Warning! Explicit content!


Chapter 2 - A New Type of Jail


The first thing Matt did after incapacitating the would-be burglar, was turn the light of his room on and run up to his window.
The minute the three boys in the vehicle saw the light come on and Matt's large silouhette at the window, they knew something had gone wrong.
The car screeched it's tires and sped off into the night...leaving poor Jake to fend for himself.

"Well...looks like your friends didn't wanna stick around." The jock remarked, more to himself than for the unconscious burglar's benefit.

Matt wasted no time. He immediatly unzipped the young burglar's bag and unloaded it's contents onto his bed.

He couldn't help but smirk at the irony of the situation.
This young guy had broken into his home, planning to tie him down, gag him and most likely steal a bunch of his stuff, but now here he was...ready to tie this guy up with his own gear.

Matt saw something that looked like a wallet fall out of the bag.
He picked it up and opened it, thinking it was a wallet that had been stolen off someone else.
After all, there's no way this was the burglar's wallet. Who the fuck robs a house and brings his wallet with him?

He looked at the driver's license in the wallet and removed the unconscious burglar's mask, just to be sure it wasn't the same guy as in the photo.

The photo matched!

The guy's name was Jake, he was 20 years old and he lived in one of the rougher parts of town.

Matt couldn't help but shake his head. This kid was a total amateur. He'd obviously never robbed a house before, either that or he was really stupid.
The stud spent a few more minutes going through the gear, before finally deciding to tie the young burglar up.

"Alright...time to teach you a few lessons." he mumbled as he got on his bed and started stripping the younger guy of his clothes.

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I woke up with a headache, my eyes slowly adjusting to the light that lit the once dark room.
I was lying down, my nose buried in the tangle of white sheets. I was at home, in bed...

When I breathed in and realised the sheets smelled like another man, I immediately tensed up and froze.
I'm not at home and this wasn't a bad dream. I was still in the house, on the hunky dude's bed!

I tried scrambling away, but my limbs wouldn't move. I was tied up!
To make things worse...I was completely naked, save for the tight-fiting briefs I was wearing.
The rest of my clothes: my socks, my shirt, my pants...all gone.
The guy had stripped me down!
Maybe to search my clothes, or maybe just to humiliate me!

I looked around for my captor, but he was nowhere in sight.
Maybe he left the room to call the cops!

I knew if I was gonna escape, I had to do so now.


I struggled against the ropes. I struggled and struggled some more, but nothing I did managed to get me free.

The jock had tied my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle.
The bonds connecting my hands to my feet, were so tight that my legs were forced apart, exposing my underwear-clad ass and forcing my body to arch back in a painful position.
It also came to my attention that if I was flipped over, I'd have no way of bringing my hands to my front.

I cursed and thrashed about on my captor's bed...tears pooling around my eyes.

I couldn't believe it. I was tied up and couldn't break free. The cops would come and get me and I'd be charged with breaking and entering with intent to cause harm.
The system was gonna put me away in jail...my life was ruined!

Just as I was about to give in to another frenzied attempt to break free, the hunky jock came into view.

I gasped and looked at him with an expression of shock...my eyes easily conveying the fear I was experiencing as he moved in closer. No wonder I couldn't hold this guy down...he was built like the hulk!


"Hello Jake." he spoke in a deep, masculine voice.

He must've seen the shock in my eyes, 'cause he picked up my wallet and threw it back on the mattress.
MY WALLET! Oh my god...how could I be so stupid!?

"So Jake..." the guy said, circling around his bed, like a hungry animal. "You rob houses a lot?"

I looked at him with wide eyes, my mouth agape in fear.
I just shook my head nervously, too scared to answer with words.

The jock stopped in his tracks and looked at me with a smile.
It was the kinda sadistic smile that made me wanna crawl into a dark corner and hide.

"I believe you." he chuckled, more to himself than for my sake.

He paused and his face went back to the stern expression he was wearing before.

"You live with your parents?" he asked, trying to pry information out of me.

I swallowed and shook my head no a second time.

"You part of a gang or something?" he pressed.

I remained silent. I was so scared, I was shaking all over and I had trouble breathing steadily.

"ANSWER ME!" the stud yelled. "If you don't talk, I'll turn you over to the cops and make sure you spend the next ten years in jail."

His threat got me talking and with a shaky voice, I managed to blurt out all that had happened.
My moving into town, losing my job, hanging out with the wrong crowd, the gang initiation...all of it.

Finally, I broke down into tears and buried my face in the sheets.
I really wanted this guy to let me go...I'd do anything not to be sent to jail. I never thought things would turn out the way they did...

"That's no fuckin' excuse from breaking into my house and jumping me in the middle of the night." he stated.

"Please sir...please, let me go and I swear you'll never see me again." I pleaded through my sobs. "I won't cause anymore trouble...I promise."

"No...you're not getting outta this that easily. If I let you go...you'll end up back on the street with those thugs you call friends." he said, slowly approaching the bed.
"No..." he repeated after thinking it over for a few seconds. "I'm not letting you go."

"Sir...please, I don't wanna go to jail...please, don't..." I started crying out.

"Shut your mouth!" the jock ordered, drawing closer and slapping my head.
Immediately, I stopped my pathetic whimpering and let my face sink back into the sheets.


The muscle jock went to his bedside table and grabbed his cell phone before dialing a number.
He brought the phone up to his ear, ready to answer when the person on the other line picked up.

Shit! He's calling the cops!


"Yo Zack...it's Matt." I heard him say.

My head perked up. He definitely wasn't talking to the cops.

"Yeah, I know it's late...but you gotta come over." he said.

"This dude broke into my house and...no, of course not. Yo, I've got him tied up on my bed!" he chuckled over the phone.

"Nahhh...he's just a poor kid. Besides...jail won't teach him anything we can't."

My eyes suddenly went wide. What the fuck did he mean by that!?

"Yeah, he's cute...hurry up and get over here. Ok, bye."

The jock, or should I say, Matt...hung up his phone and eyed my body in a way that made me really uncomfortable.
I felt, vulnerable...more so than I'd ever felt before.

I was more than a little relieved that he hadn't called the cops, but suddenly, I was scared of what he and this guy Zack, would do to me.


"Why are you calling your friend over?!" I cried out in a shaky voice.

Matt said nothing. He just circled around the bed, up to where my head was resting, got on the mattress and crouched down next to me.

I was looking at his face the whole time, until I noticed his hands were moving.
When I noticed what he was doing, my mouth fell open in shock.

The dude took off his skimpy grey briefs, grabbed my head and stuffed them in my mouth, pouch first.

Right away I started yelling, trying to get the sweaty material out of my mouth.
Matt was on top of me, one hand keeping my mouth shut, and the other, reaching for the roll of duct tape that was on the bed.

"No! No!" I tried to yell, but my pleas only came out as muffled moans.

"Rule number one." the jock said as he tore the tape off with his teeth. "When I tell you to shut up...you shut up." he added, bringing the severed piece of tape over my mouth and wrapping the roll around my head. I yelled and cried out, but Matt didn't give a shit.

The muscle hunk continued wrapping the extra wide duct tape around my mouth and head, sealing his worn underwear inside my mouth.


What have I gotten myself into!?
At first, I was grateful he didn't call the cops...but little did I know, I'd be pleading for him and his friend to turn me in before this was over.

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Matt:

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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Postby xtc » Tue May 20, 2014 2:11 am

Interesting start.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Postby mitchelaiden » Wed May 21, 2014 4:16 am

Love this... cant wait for the next chapter
The use of dirty underwear gag coming straight from the hunky guy was extremely arousing to read ;)
Hope there will be more sweaty gags to come
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Postby bondagefreak » Wed May 21, 2014 12:31 pm

mitchelaiden wrote:Love this... cant wait for the next chapter
The use of dirty underwear gag coming straight from the hunky guy was extremely arousing to read ;)
Hope there will be more sweaty gags to come


Hey! It's really good to hear from you...it's been a while.

Yeah, I knew you'd enjoy that :quirk:
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Postby bondagefreak » Wed May 21, 2014 6:55 pm

Note from the author: Warning! Explicit content!


Chapter 3 - Forced to Submit


"No! No!" I continued yelling in my gag.
I couldn't believe it. I had a full grown man's worn underwear stuffed inside my mouth.

The stud had just peeled them off right in front of me and shoved them in my mouth.

I yelled and thrashed, but my initial disgust was soon overcome by the new-found anger I was feeling towards my captor.
"Fuck you!" I tried yelling at him, over and over.
I thrashed and thrashed some more, grunting loudly into my gag the whole time.

I continued venting my rage until suddenly, Matt got on the bed and settled himself right on top of me.

I had the wind knocked out of my lungs and felt a huge weight on the back of my shoulders.
Matt's two big thighs came down on either side of my head, and I got to feel the jock's full weight as he sat on the back of my neck.
His weight pinned my shoulders to the mattress and caused a new level of strain to all four of my bound limbs.

My pointless thrashing came to a full halt. I couldn't even move my head.
The worst part of it was that I could feel the dude's ball sack resting on the back on my neck, just under my head.



Without warning, I felt my head being yanked up and the next thing I know, Matt grabs his pillow and jams it between my face and the mattress.
I had no choice but to breathe through my nose and inhale the thick scent of feathers and body odour emanating from the dude's pillow.

As soon as the pillow was under my face, I felt my head being pushed down into it and felt the heavy jock grind himself against the back of my skull.
I tried pulling my head up, but he was sitting right on the scruff of my neck, stopping me from moving my head up at all.

My air supply got thinner and thinner and soon I was fighting for air.
I yelled and screamed in my gag.
Matt yanked my head up and I inhaled through my nose, taking in as much air as my burning lungs would allow.

Before I knew it, my face was pushed back inside the thick loft of his pillow.
Once again, I was left to scream and panic until, at the last minute, my captor pulled my head up and allowed me a fresh lung-full of air.

I breathed in and out loudly, but if it wasn't for the thick gag and the duct tape sealing it in, I'd be panting with my mouth open by now.
My face was burning hot, my limbs were getting really sore and my lungs felt like they were on fire.

As soon as I felt the muscular stud pushing my head back down inside his pillow, I cried out and whimpered pathetically.
"Mmmmmmpphh! Mppppphhhh!" I screamed. I felt my eyes watering over and my loud moans immediately started trailing off into a series of soft whimpers.

The jock pulled my head back up and slipped his big hand under my face, loosely covering my mouth and nose.
I whimpered into Matt's hand, breathing with my nose and inhaling his scent in the process.

The jock's grip on my face tightened, until I couldn't draw breath anymore.
My whimpers turned into a loud yelp when I realised he was cutting my air out again.

"You'd better fuckin' calm down boy, or I'll get really pissed off." he threatened, increasing the pressure he was putting on my face.

My lungs were starting to burn and I had tears running down my face. I yelled and tried fighting him...hoping for a miracle.
I was angry, but also scared as shit. This guy was gonna kill me!


"Calm down!" the stud loudly repeated, pressing my mouth and nose into his big, sweaty palm.

I moaned and groaned, but as soon as I quieted down, the jock rewarded me by loosening his hand and allowing a gush of air into my awaiting nostrils.

I layed there, breathing and panting loudly through my nose, trying to recover from the ordeal I was being put through.

I started shaking all over.

Who was this guy? What would he do to me tonight?
When I played back what he said to his friend over the phone...that jail couldn't teach me anything that they couldn't, I got a huge lump in my throat.
I knew this would be really bad.

I tried telling myself that whatever they did to me, it wouldn't be as bad as jail.
Even if they tortured me for a day or two, it would still be better than spending the next few years locked up in a jail cell.

I stayed there, lying down helplessly underneath my hunky captor, breathing submissively inside his warm hand.


"Quiet!" the jock yelled, ordering me to stop my pointless whimpering.

I continued sobbing uncontrollably in his hand, but made an effort to stay as quiet as possible.

Slowly, the jock got off from on top of me and stepped off the bed.

"I better not hear a fuckin' sound from you, or you'll end up with a lot more than my underwear inside your mouth." he warned.

I let my head sink into the pillow and continued sobbing uncontrollably, trying not to spend too much time pondering on what he meant by "a lot more than my underwear."

Matt circled to the other side of the bed and although he was no longer in my field of vision, I could hear him take out some clothes and knew he was getting dressed.


I spent the next hour or so, lying still on Matt's bed.
In truth, I didn't know how long it was, but it just seemed like a long time.

I didn't dare move or make a sound. I didn't even try to push his pillow away.
I just layed my head in it and silently waited, trying to make myself as insignificant as possible.


I heard my captor go about his things in other rooms of the house.
Sometimes he'd walk by the room, just to check up on me, but other than that, he didn't seem too concerned that I'd escape.

After all, the guy was built like a rock. Even with my limbs freed, he'd overpower me and pin me down in an instant.
If I couldn't even post a threat to him with my limbs freed, you could only imagine how utterly insignificant I was right now, in this state.
I mean...the guy had me stripped down, gagged and tied up on his bed.
I was so completely at his mercy, he had nothing to worry about.



Slowly, I got used to the taste of the underwear in my mouth.
He obviously hadn't worn them for that long and I could only be thankful that they weren't stained with cum or anything.

I was almost asleep when the inevitable sound of a doorbell resounded across the house.


The lump that had previously built-up in my throat returned when I realised that my captor's friend had arrived.


Something told me things were about to get really messy tonight...
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Postby chadmc90 » Wed May 21, 2014 7:15 pm

Oh man, this guy is about to get taught why not to steal from a large, muscular guy's house TUGs style!

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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Postby puffalover » Wed May 21, 2014 10:16 pm

Can't wait to see what they'll have in store for this poor fellow...lol!

I'm really liking where this is headed. Keep up the great writing!
Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Postby mitchelaiden » Thu May 22, 2014 1:31 am

Great continuation :D
Can't wait to see what he and his friend do to him ;)
He deserves every "punishment" he gets :bondage:
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Postby Lake Lover » Thu May 22, 2014 1:26 pm

It is amazing how little guys learn in their school years. Jake was playing Russian Roulette with a round in every cylinder and he lucked out only because the revolver misfired> He could be laying stone dead on Matt's floor rather than well tied on his bed. Matt and Zack will give Jake an education for sure. Let the lessons begin!
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Postby tony2 » Thu May 22, 2014 3:18 pm

cute so far. looking forward to the brand of justice coming through the door.....
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Postby bondagefreak » Fri May 23, 2014 1:57 am

Note from the author: Warning! Explicit content!


Chapter 4 - Matt's Friend


My heart froze and my eyes flashed open.
The sound of the doorbell immediately drew me out of my slumberous state.

Everything went quiet and then I heard the front door open and some indecipherable low mumbles in the hallway entrance.
I heard the front door being closed and locked, and the approaching sound of footsteps soon followed.

The footsteps stopped and suddenly, a tall, blond-haired guy appeared in the bedroom doorway.

"So this is the little fucker who tried to steal your shit?" he asked, quickly entering the room to get a look at me.
"Dude, I actually thought you were kidding when you called me earlier." he said, turning to Matt, who stood cockily by the doorway.

Matt didn't say anything. He just looked at me with a sly smile and let his friend get a closer look at me.

I watched the blond guy, who I assumed was Zack, circle around the bed, closer to where I was lying.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and quickly made eye contact with the jock.
He was big, built almost like Matt and I'd say about the same height as well. He was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt.
The way he filled his t-shirt, I knew this guy was also into weightlifting and stuff. Looking at the size of his chest and arms, I'd say he had to weigh at least 200 lbs.
These guys looked like they were gym buddies or something.

Both my captors looked to be in their late twenties...I couldn't tell for sure.
They were both a lot bigger and a lot heavier than me.
With Zack's arrival, I knew my chances of escaping had just gone from slim to nonexistent. I was in serious trouble.


The blond muscle stud continued examining my underwear-clad body and even sat beside me to test the bonds.
I couldn't help but yelp when the jerk gave me a hard slap on the buttocks, the thin underwear, providing virtually no cover.

I looked at him with angry eyes and mustered up enough defiance to curse under my gag.

The jock immediately grabbed my head and spat in my face, right before giving me another hard slap on the ass.
I yelped out under my gag and buried my head in the pillow, completely humiliated by the treatment I was receiving.


"What d'you think?" I heard Matt ask, his tall, muscular form still leaning against the door frame.

There was a silence and through the corner of my eye, I could see Zack giving me another quick inspection.

"He's cute...definitely a keeper." he commented, putting a warm hand on my skin and letting it glide across my back. "But he seems to have a bad attitude." he added as soon as I struggled against his touch.

"That won't be a problem." Matt said, walking closer towards the bed. "He won't be hard to break..."


I was freaked out as shit, but I couldn't tell if this was part of an act or something.
Maybe they were trying to scare me...or maybe they were really serious about this.


"You're fuckin' lucky Matt didn't turn you over." Zack suddenly said to me, before grabbing my face and forcing me to meet his blue-eyed gaze. "You wouldn't last two seconds in jail. Those pervs would eat you up, boy." he added.

No matter how much I didn't wanna be here right now, I knew the guy was right.
Young guys like me didn't last long with the pigs in jail. I'd seen movies and documentaries about the shit that goes on in prison and I knew enough about it to know that when I'd come out, I wouldn't be the same.

"Dude, I got his driver's license. We'll have to check the system to see if he has a criminal record of something." Matt suddenly said.

Zack let my head go and pushed it down against the pillow.
"Don't worry, I'll check that out in the morning. If something pops up, I'll take care of it." he answered.

Oh my god! These guys were...cops?! Dirty cops?! No...no, it couldn't be!
I'm not sure if the fact that my captors were law enforcement agents changed anything, but somehow I got the feeling that it would make things even worse for me.

Matt handed his buddy my driver's license and the blond jock quickly scanned the piece before looking at me.
"So Jake..." he said with a smile. "Looks like you've been a really bad boy." he taunted.

"Don't worry..." he continued. "Matt and I will straighten you out." he added with a wink.

I gave the guy a defiant stare, or rather, attempted to do so, but instead I ended up just looking down and chewing on the underwear Matt had stuffed in my mouth.

"Dude, what's he gagged with?" Zack suddenly asked, no doubt having noticed that my cheeks were bulging too much for a simple tape gag.

"He wouldn't shut up, so I stuffed my briefs in his mouth." Matt explained.

The blond hunk laughed at my demise and gave me a playful pat on the cheek.
"Hey boy...you enjoying my buddies undies?" he asked, making his voice small, like if he was teasing a puppy or a young child.

I gave him an icy cold glare and told him to fuck off, or tried to.
The stud must've gotten the message, 'cause next thing I knew, a fresh smudge of spit landed on my face, followed by another hard slap to left cheek.

"Shut up and chew on your fuckin' gag, you punk." the stud yelled, before getting up.

Ashamed and exhausted, I let my head fall back into my captor's pillow.


Matt sat down on the bed and rubbed his hands over his face.
"Alright...I need to get some sleep."


"What d'you wanna do with him?" Zack asked, motioning his head towards me.

Matt turned around to eye me for a second.
"I'm gonna keep him tied up in here. We'll figure out how to go about this in the morning." he decided.

"Sounds good...I'm just gonna grab a sleeping bag and crash on your couch." Zack said, slowly walking out the room. "You dude...mind if I watch some TV? I fuckin' need to jack off." he added, before stepping out.

"Go ahead, the TV guide's in the DVD cabinet. You've got loads o' porn channels to choose from." Matt laughed.


From the casual way the two were discussing, I almost got the feeling that this was Zack's home away from home and that he often spent his nights here.

The two guys said their good nights and before I knew it, Matt and I were alone in the bedroom.

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Zack:

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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Postby Lake Lover » Fri May 23, 2014 1:59 am

Chapter 3 - Forced to Submit is captivating, intense, scary. I put myself in Jake's position and I would be avery afraid of my neck being broken. I almost feel sorry for the little prick. The breath control being forced on him is so HOT! Love it!!

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Postby bondagefreak » Fri May 23, 2014 2:18 am

Lake Lover wrote:Chapter 3 - Forced to Submit is captivating, intense, scary. I put myself in Jake's position and I would be avery afraid of my neck being broken. I almost feel sorry for the little prick. The breath control being forced on him is so HOT! Love it!!


Glad you enjoyed that chapter, my friend :quirk:
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Postby NemesisPrime » Fri May 23, 2014 4:33 am

Oh dear, I wonder how long they plan to keep him...
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Postby mserich » Fri May 23, 2014 9:18 pm

The mystery about where this is going, the unknowns about his new captors, the sensuality of everything... this looks to be another great one!

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Postby bondagefreak » Sat May 24, 2014 9:37 am

Thanks for the encouragement so far, everyone!
Chapter 5 will be up shortly.
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Postby Valimure » Sat May 24, 2014 11:09 pm

Another great start to what I'm sure will be another great story! The premise is extremely interesting... Jake's gonna be in for an interesting time, especially considering he's not their friend and he's the one that did the breaking and entering!

Excited to read more!

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Postby bondagefreak » Mon May 26, 2014 1:55 pm

Photo of Zack added to the bottom of Chapter 4.
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Postby chadmc90 » Mon May 26, 2014 9:03 pm

Another good chapter, BF! Wanting more already!!
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Postby bondagefreak » Mon May 26, 2014 10:54 pm

Note from the author: Warning! Explicit content!


Chapter 5 - The Master Bedroom


I was kinda glad to be away from Zack right now, but at the same time, really apprehensive about being alone with Matt.
I didn't trust these guys for a second, but to my infinite dismay, I was in no position to do anything about it.

Matt approached his bed and I gave him a pleading look.
My limbs were so sore, I thought they were gonna fall off.
Not only that, but the underwear gag was so big, that even with the tape holding my jaw shut, it made my cheeks puff out uncomfortably.

I moaned lightly, trying to get my hunky captor's attention while at the same time trying to avoid making him angry.
I was afraid of what he would do to me if I got too agitated for his liking.

Matt ignored me completely.

Instead, he just stripped off his clothes, revealing his big pecs and the prominent set of abs adorning his belly, and yanked his pillow from underneath my head.

The jock set up his bed, until I was the only thing left to remove.

It didn't take him long to circle around the other side of the bed and grab me.

I thought he was gonna drag me off, but to my surprise, the hunk just slid an arm under my belly, pulled me against his body and lifted me up, right off the mattress.
As soon as the muscle jock pulled me against his torso, I felt his warm body against mine. This was hardly the right time for it, but I couldn't help but be impressed at my captor's raw strength and at the size and feel of his body. I was quite fit, yet this guy could just pick me up with one arm and move me around like an inconvenient piece of luggage.
His body was hard and really warm...he was like a living version of a greek statue.

Matt carried me over and put me down on the floor, right next to his bed.
Goosebumps formed all over my body as soon as my warm skin came into contact with the wooden floor.

I silently watched my captor walk to his bedroom door, only to shut the light off and come back towards his bed.
The room remained dimly lit due to the small lamp that was on the bedside cabinet.

The jock got in his bed, lied down and payed me no attention whatsoever.

That's when I understood, he was planning on leaving me tied up and gagged like this until much later this morning.



"Mmmppphhhhh...mppphhh." I complained, hoping to earn my captor's sympathy.

I couldn't stay like this for another hour, much less until the jock woke up!

He had no right to keep me like this. Sure I'd broken into his home and tried to harm him, but even so, the law was quite adamant about not being allowed retaliatory action, even in a case like this, where one person was obviously at fault. Yet here I was, tied down and gagged with this hunky cop's worn underwear...silenced and kept prisoner inside the very house I'd tried to rob.
This was highly illegal and my captors both knew it.
Unfortunately, there was really nothing I could do about it.
No one would come looking for me here. These two hunks could have their way with me and I'd have no choice but to take it. I was so helpless...I couldn't even open my mouth and ask to pee.

I tried to articulate words, trying to get my captor to understand me...but the underwear was too big and filled my mouth completely. This was so frustrating!

I cried out, careful to keep a soft tone so as not to incude the stud into thinking I was trying to cause trouble.


Still he ignored me.

"Mmmmmpphhhhhh." I cried out again, arching my back and twisting my body to demonstrate my level of discomfort.

The jock rubbed his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows in order to look down at me.
When I saw he was finally paying me attention, I tried my best to look pitiful, putting aside all pride I had left in hopes of gaining his mercy.

The stud got up and crouched down next me.
I felt his warm hands on me and right away I knew he was working on my bonds.
I couldn't help but moan in relief when the ropes connecting my hands to my feet were loosened.
My respite was short-lived though.

As soon as I was free of the ropes, I felt Matt's full weight on me.
He was crouching down on top of me, knees digging into my upper and lower back. God, he was heavy!

The jock yanked my arms backwards and before I knew it, a pair of handcuffs were snapped onto my wrists and locked shut. Even as the new restraints were applied, I made no efforts to resist my captor.

The only thing I did, was moan and whimper into my gag, hoping the stud would pull his worn underwear out of my mouth.

I needed to drink and badly needed to pee...but with the jock's briefs in my mouth, I had no way of letting him know.
All I could do was whimper and grovel up to him.


A huge sense of relief came over me when I felt my hunky captor slowly unwrap the duct tape that was wound around my head.
After a minute of removing the sticky material, my lips finally came into contact with fresh air and the jock's big fingers plunged into my mouth, pulling out the saliva-soaked briefs.

I couldn't help but lay underneath my captor, panting heavily with my mouth open.
As soon as the jock had finished removing his worn briefs from my mouth, I heard the familiar sound of duct tape being unrolled.

I wasn't expecting to be re-gagged so soon. But I guess he decided he wanted to keep me alive and didn't wanna risk having me choke on his briefs during the night.

"Matt!" I cried out, trying to get his attention. "I need to pee!" I pleaded, knowing that I wouldn't be able to let him know once the duct tape was applied to my lips.

The stud threw the roll of tape back on his mattress, before getting up from on top of me and roughly flipping me over so I was facing up to him.

Suddenly, the jock's hand impacted with my face, causing me to cry out in shock.
"Never fuckin' call me by my name. You hear me?!" the jock spat, tightly holding onto my chin.
With my hands cuffed together underneath me, I couldn't rub the pain away from my cheek.
I quickly nodded my head, not wanting to anger the jock further.

"You call me Sir. Is that understood?" he said, his sculpted arms poised to give me a beating if I didn't respond correctly.
Again, I nodded my head. "Yes Sir." I added, casting my gaze away from his face.

My body was suddenly lifted up and my legs scrambled to follow the jock as he led me towards the bedroom door.

As soon as we walked out of Matt's bedroom, I heard the sound of the TV playing in the distance.
A shiver ran up my spine as my bare feet came into contact with the cold ceramic floor.

The washroom wasn't far from Matt's room and within a few seconds, the jock led me inside and closed the door behind us.

I was expecting him to uncuff me and wait outside the door, but to my surprise, the underwear-clad jock kept a tight grip on my arm and roughly pulled down my boxer-briefs.
I felt completely vulnerable and ashamed, but those feelings only grew exponentially when I felt Matt's big hand grab the base of my penis and angle it towards the toilet bowl.

"Hurry up and pee." he ordered.

I would've liked to do just that, pee and get it over with.
But I was so shocked and nervous that even with a full bladder, I couldn't bring myself to urinate.

I could feel the big stud, standing closely behind me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and could feel his pecs touching my upper back every time he inhaled. I could smell him and could sense his body heat. I even felt his thighs brush against my handcuffed hands...that's how close he was standing to me right now.

"Come on, we don't have all day." he prodded, giving my soft member a quick wiggle.

I thought I was gonna pass out and just fall down.
I was so embarrassed that my thighs and my knees started shaking.

I tried looking away from my penis and tried focusing on just peeing.
I thought things couldn't get any worse...but I was wrong.


Slowly but surely, I felt my penis get harder and harder.
I breathed in and out loudly, trying to focus on something else...trying to deflate my cock before it got fully erect inside the big stud's warm hand.

"Come on boy...this isn't the time to get horny. Just pee in the damn toilet." Matt spoke from behind me...his warm breath, brushing against the back of my neck.

I tried to focus on something else, but the jock's words had the opposite effect and in a matter of seconds, my member went from soft to hard.
My level of discomfort grew when my cock started angling itself upwards, forcing Matt to tighten his grip on my shaft.
It just got more and more painful. My cock tried to point upwards, but Matt kept it bent down.

The jock tightened his grip on my erect rod and kept it angled down towards the toilet bowl.

I angled my upper body downwards, which released much of the tension from having my fully erect cock held down.

Seconds went by until finally, a stream of warm urine started flowing out of my erect member.
The ensuing feeling of relief, causing me to temporarily forget the awkward situation Matt was putting me through.

The jock wiggled my rock-hard member, letting the last few droplets of pee drip out, before finally letting go and pulling my tight-fitting underwear back on.

I felt so ashamed, I let me head hang down even as my captor washed his hands and pulled me out of the bathroom.


Just as we were about to walk back towards his room, I tried to slow him down.
"I need to drink...Sir" I said in a soft tone.

The jock stopped in his tracks and turned around to give me an angry stare.
He said nothing. He just tightened his grip on my arm and continued walking me, or rather, dragging me towards his bedroom.

"Sir! Please Sir!" I pleaded, sinking down to my knees in an attempt to slow him down.

I really wasn't looking forward to being tied up and gagged again, but my submissive display wasn't just a simple facade to delay the inevitable.
It wasn't only a matter of being scared and feeling ashamed. It was even more basic than that.
I REALLY needed to drink!

The stud gave me another hard look, but my submissive posture and pleading words must've made a bigger impression than I thought.

Matt let out a frustrated sigh and pulled me back up to my feet before pulling me in the opposite direction.

As we made our way towards the kitchen, we quickly passed the living room.
The TV was on and although the volume was faint, the imagery on the screen was quite graphic.

Zack must've been pretty tired. The blond stud was sprawled down over the couch, fast asleep.
His T-shirt was off but his pants were still on and the sleeping bag he'd brought was still bundled up.
In fact, as we got closer, I noticed he was still holding onto the TV remote.


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Matt walked up to his sleeping friend and took the remote from his hand before using it to turn the TV off.
The stud put the remote down on his living room table and led me out of the room, towards the kitchen.


We arrived in the kitchen and Matt immediately told me to get down on my knees.
I complied right away and watched as the muscular jock reached for a glass and filled it up with cold tap water.
He walked back up to me until his big spandex-clad bulge was mere inches from my face, grabbed my hair, pulled my face up and ordered me to open my mouth.
The glass of water was pressed against my lips and the refreshing liquid came pouring down inside my throat.
I didn't like drinking with my hands cuffed behind my back, but I had no choice.
Matt tilted my head and slowly poured the liquid down my thoat, allowing me a few gulps of air in between.

I drank the whole glass and although I could have drank some more, I remained quiet and decided I was lucky to have been given any water at all.

I offered no resistance as the jock led me back to his room.

Even though this was no ordinary night, I was getting real tired...and so was Matt.

The jock ordered me to lie down on the floor.
He opened his drawer and came back towards me with another pair of handcuffs.

The stud crouched down next to me and I felt the cold embrace of steel on my skin, as he used the handcuffs to secure my right ankle to his bed frame.
Simple, but effective. I wasn't going anywhere tonight.

Matt grabbed the roll of extra wide duct tape from his mattress and quickly started unwrapping the silver material before bringing the roll to my face and wrapping it around my mouth. I let out a soft pleading sound, but my captor ignored me.

The hunky stud wrapped the tape around my mouth and head, making sure I'd be keeping quiet during the night. The roll was brought around my head about half a dozen times before the jock finally severed the tape and used his hands to smooth it all down around my face.

I moaned lightly, but the stud put a hand on my head and pushed my face down to the floor.
"I better not hear a fuckin' sound from you, you hear me?" he warned. "If I have to get up another time because of you, I swear I'm gonna give you the worse beating you've ever had."

With that, he got up, got on his bed and crawled under his sheets.
I kept perfectly still and quiet, not even daring to raise my head up off the floor.
The bedside lamp was turned off and soon I heard the jock breathing lightly in his sleep.


I was scared and worried...but eventually, I too fell into a light sleep.
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Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Postby Ossassin » Tue May 27, 2014 3:59 am

Well Zach is looking red ;)
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Postby NemesisPrime » Tue May 27, 2014 6:54 am

Ossassin wrote:Well Zach is looking red ;)

And hot! :big:
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Burglary Attempt Gone Wrong (MM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Postby Lake Lover » Tue May 27, 2014 10:13 am

Those two pics of Zack-- wow! Awesome. If I were Jake, I would sure consider staying around for 'a while'.

A Masterfullly written chapter -- with some very comical undertones. HaHaHa!