The instant message I got from Rory was manic delight.
"DID YOU SEE THIS?!?!"
I clicked the link. And that was the beginning of the kinkiest, hottest, life-affirming, terrifying, silliest and all-around amazing adventure of my life and the lives of several others.
Do you like bondage but cringe at contorted bodies in restraints, leather, metal, and pain?
Do you like creative humiliation but wince at tears of pain and terror?
Do you like the camaraderie that comes from guys in distress playing love bondage games?
Join The Brotherhood.
Rush Week begins.
Accompanying a location, time, and place (no fee?), there was an awesome drawing of two dudes bareass and hogtied with several other guys standing above them, high fiving and cheering. The hapless nudes were securely tied with soft white rope. Jay noticed a huge difference from the bondage material he normally saw online. The normal uneasy-making art would have featured the two men tied up in stringent and painful positions with every orifice exposed for raping and pained tears flowing, while evil-eyed leather daddies snapped on fisting gloves and raised canes to raise welts. The unusual thing was that the two bare-bummed captives bore expressions (well, their eyes did - their mouths appeared to be stuffed with socks or underwear and taped over with clear strapping tape) of "aw, man, again?" "how did we end up like this?" "this sucks, this is so humiliating!" And the guys who had captured and bound them...they all looked kindly. And they were in costumes! One just looked like a frat dude, one was in a skintight spandex bodysuit with BOSS written across the chest, one was dressed as CAPTOR (the city's superhero and protector) with the traditional cape and tights, one guy was in a Robin Hood get-up (more tights), another burly guy just had a thong on, and another dude was dressed as a drill seargeant.
They looked like they were having the time of their lives. Jay noted the The Brotherhood's symbol (a happy face gagged) crudely drawn on the bound guys' bumcheeks. How humiliating! How funny!
It was everything Jay and his buddies across the country but connected by the Internet had ever hoped. A bondage group with a focus on creativity, wacky humiliation, and camaraderie between dudes. Love bondage and guys and dudes in distress play. FOR A WHOLE WEK. And it was in Jay and Rory's city!
BING!
Rory had instant-messaged again. Jay reluctantly tore his attention away from that amazing drawing.
"We goin'?"
Jay took very little time in msging back.
"Hell yeah!"
***
Rory shouldered his duffel as we exited our car. We were both almost shivering with excitement. This is was going to be a helluva week if that invite was any indicator.
Cherryfetch Manor was situated on many acres of beautiful woodland. It was a landmark in our city, Tyeville's version of Versailles. The owner was the mysterious millionaire Max Mercant. Once a year he threw a charity ball that fully supported the city's orphanage, but that was the only time anyone ever saw him. His family had established their hometown of Tyeville way back in the 1800s. The Mercant name was synonymous with power, wealth, and philanthropy. I couldn't believe I was going to be spending....a kinky bondage week there? Weird. We had all signed non-disclosure agreements, and were under the threat of legal action if we dared breathe a word of any of this to anyone. Was Max Mercant a big player in the kink game? We were about to find out.
Walking slowly up the whitestone driveway, the massive oak doors opened to us and a genteel older gentleman in a tuxedo greeted us.
"Hello sirs, I'm Wintergreen. I'm the butler and head of household and games here at Cherryfetch Manor. Welcome to the Brotherhood!"
Rory and I looked at each other. Had he said "games?" Interesting.
"Hi, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you."
"Rory here! You're the first butler I've ever met." Rory was always the blunt one. Filled with enthusiasm, and not always tactful. Which is why I loved "punishing" him whenever I could by tying and gagging him and making him feel ridiculous as possible. One of my most popular pics on my kink profile was Rory stuffed in a skintight laundry bag of our dirty socks and underwear with just his head sticking out. A sock stuffed in his mouth and tied off with another knotted athletic sock bulged his furious cheeks. And he was wearing one of my jockstraps as a hat. The expression in his eyes ("I'm going to kill you when I get out of this!") spoke volumes. I got a lot of Likes for it.
Wintergreen smiled politely, and beckoned us inside. In the foyer was an interesting site. A round oak table was the centerpiece of the large open area with a massive staircase leading to the other levels behind. Passages and hallways led off in other directions. Whereas most mansions would have a giant vase full of flowers on that table, this one had....a man? Sure there were flowers. A very colorful bouquet in fact. Sticking out of his butt! The poor guy was on his hands and knees, his colorful rump facing us. Rory and I circled the table in wonder. He was in what looked like a full body spandex/latex combination suit which hugged and firmed his body in delightful ways It was a shiny black. A latex bowtie in white completed the outfit. Several lengths of black ribbon blindfolded him, and there was a shiny black ball gag stuffed and secured in his mouth. Sweat beads dripped from the top of his blond crewcut. His hands were firmly bound with white rope in front of him, and his arms and thighs were secured and tied together to keep him a compact package on his elbows and knees. His ankles were roped together, and we noted the suit was fullbody, so his feet were part of the suit. But the most amazing part was the amount of flowers sticking out of his bum! A pretty arrangement secured in a plastic tube of water and firmly stuffed in his butt. Despite being blindfolded, the poor dude sensed he had company and groaned into his fat ballgag. In that groan, Rory and I could sense fatigue, helplessness and total humiliation.
"This way, sirs." Wintergreen directed, taking no notice of the helpless and humiliated human vase decorating the foyer.
As we followed him down a long hallway with a burnished wooden floor, I had to ask.
"Uh, so what was...?"
Rory, ever the interrupting cow, interrupted.
"What's with the tied up dude in the spandex with the posies crammed in his ass?"
Wintergreen chuckled as we slowly walked past bookcases full of classic volumes, and warmly lit display cases showing off priceless collectibles. Our little group neared another set of oaken double doors at the end of this impressive hall.
"That, sirs, is one of our houseboys. You will notice a full staff of them. They cook, clean, act as security, and attend to all of the needs of our guests. We recruit them from the finer universities in the area as a form of "work-study" if you wil. They serve here for a year, living together and learning how to be upright young men. That was Patrick. He made the mistake of forgetting to refresh the flower arrangement in the foyer prior to the arrival of our guests today. You will find that disciplinary action and teaching moments here at Cherryfetch Manor can be rather....creative."
"Was the spandex bodysuit part of his punishment?" I asked.
"No, sir, that is the normal uniform for houseboys here at Cherryfetch. We appreciate the male form, and use it to keep the houseboys feeling somewhat vulnerable. Much of their time here is spent as objects to be admired."
Rory, slender but with a pronounced bubble butt, blushed.
"Man, I could never wear something like that! My bum would be bouncing! And the feet! It would be like being in footie pajamas or pantyhose!"
If either of us had been paying attention, we would have noticed a slightly sinister smirk on Wintergreen's face. Little did we know.
We reached the double doors, and Wintergreen opened them for us. A group of men awaited us. This was the rest of The Brotherhood.
***
There were two others in the room. One medium height with ginger hair and a pleasant face full of freckles. He had sort of an "aw shucks" way about him. The other was, to put it simply, drop dead gorgeous. Spiky black hair and muscular in a tight t-shirt and jeans.
"Only four of us? Not really much of a brotherhood..." I noted. Drop Dead (government name Silas) smirked at that.
"Oh, well we're not..." Aw Shucks (government name Cory) began until Wintergreen deftly interrupted him by noting the entrance of a sexy wrestler build houseboy clad in the same spandex bodysuit with white latex bowtie as the unfortunate human vase in the foyer.
"Gentlemen, may I offer you some refreshment?"
Spandex houseboy, looking slightly ill at ease due to the clingy encasing spandex riding up his bubble butt, was bearing a tray of beers. We all grabbed one and drank deep. I noted with amusement that Spandex Houseboy (who we would come to know as "Cheeks") wasn't able to free him big round bum from the wedgie due to having hold the tray. He was even shimmying a little hoping he could wiggle the fabric out of his crack. To no avail, and you could read it on his handsome face. I didn't feel too bad for him. It could be a lot worse. He could have a flower arrangement stuffed in his butt like his buddy out front.
Wintergreen let us sample our beers and make a little small talk. I found out that ginger-haired Cory had just moved to the city to take a new job. Silas revealed very little about himself. He actually tended to deflect any questions about himself by asking questions in return. Questions I asked, because Rory was too busy staring at him and drooling.
Suddenly Wintergreen spoke.
"I'd like to thank all of you for attending the first meeting of the Brotherhood. You probably have a plethora of questions. Why is the first weekend being held at Max Mercant's mansion? Does he also have your various proclivities? How are the houseboys involved?"
"Sure do." Silas said, eyeing Cheeks (who we later found out was straight) hungrily.
"First, you will all be required to sign this confidentiality agreement. It merely states that you will reveal nothing of what you see, hear or participate in to anyone not involved. Or you will face legal action. Not too difficult a request. Please be aware, however, if you are to violate the contract that Mr. Mercant has LEGIONS of lawyers. The top legal minds in the country. You will end up as broken men."
There wasn't anything sinister about Wintergreen's delivery as he passed out clipboards to each of us with the documents and pens attached. That's what made it scary. From what I'd read, Max Mercant's influence spread far and wide. Despite being a philanthropist, Mercant wasn't someone to fuck with.
I looked around. Rory happily signed. He couldn't wait to get to the kink. Cory looked hesitant and then went ahead. My eyes met Silas'. It was like he was challenging me. I signed slowly not looking down. He did the same. Oh, I was gonna tie his ass up. And do other things to it!
"Very good!" Wintergreen exclaimed, and collected the contracts. He piled them on Cheeks' now empty tray, turned him around by his spandexed shoulders, and gave him a firm smack on his tighted bumcheeks. Cheeks was obviously called that due to his muscular bottom possessing a nice layer of baby fat which gave his cheeks a sexy bounce. "
Oof!" he exclaimed as Wintergreen's spank propelled him out of the library. It was so sexy how much of a plaything these houseboys obviously were. As his shiny buns wriggled and flexed, I felt myself stiffening and shifted my stance so no one would notice.
"Now that our legal formalities are taken care of, here's what you need to know. The Brotherhood is a group that has been started by Maximillian Mercant for the benefit of the erotically-minded, kinky male. Brotherhood weekends will comprise erotic games, male bonding, kinky competitions, and the like. There are rules."
Wintergreen smiled a little as he walked over to a wardrobe in the corner of the elegant library. He opened the doors wide and stepped back. We all began laughing at what stumbled out.
It was a man. He might not have felt like one at that moment though. Blonde, ruddy-faced, with a goatee. He was a stocky sort and had been stuffed in what looked like a white spandex bodysuit from neck to toes. A white ballgag corked his mouth. White cloth had been torn from what looked like a sheet and firmly tied around his eyes, blindfolding him. At first I wondered why he seemed to be embracing himself. And then I think we all realized he couldn't stop. The upper part of his bodysuit was a spandexy straight jacket! He was stuck! As he stumbled out of the wardrobe armless, he wiggled too and fro, mmpphing into the gag as he blindly stumbled into a wall and then a side table. He squealed into his gag in frustration and humiliation as we all giggled at his plight. Fuck, it was funny. And sexy.
The spandex straightjacket part of the bodysuit narrowed into a spandex pouch which encased the dork's package and then led into a thong cord that went between his legs and cleaved his bouncing buns. It was obviously driving him crazy. Later on Tim (that was his name) told us that the pouch vibrated as did the cord thonging his firm cheeks.
The most unusual thing, however, was the design on the white bodysuit. A closer look revealed that it was writing! In fact, Tim's bondage bodysuit was covered with the rules we were to learn to belong to the Brotherhood! After much molesting of Tim, spanking him, tweaking his nipples, making sure his gag was firm, groping his junk and goosing his bum, we were all able to read the rules and commit them to memory. Thanks to Tim, the humiliated human dry erase board.
1. Safewords are imperative.
2. No one shall be made to do anything they don't want.
3. The level of pain shall not go above a red bottom unless agreed to by all parties involved.
4. What happens in Mercant Manor stays in Mercant Manor.
5. Cleanliness in both person and environment.
6. All members must hold a modicum of respect for Mercant Manor employees.
7. Kindness shall prevail.
8. Humor shall abound.
9. An open mind is absolutely necessary.
10. Brotherhood above all.
We were all silent, watching Tim keep trying to get out of his straightjacket to no avail, and pondered the rules. I noted that he had earplugs in as well.
"Uh, so what did Whiteboard here do?"
Everyone laughed and looked toward Wintergreen for the answer.
"Timothy here signed his contract and then he and his compatriot immediately broke rule #6. Breaking the rules will always result in a penalty. I and Mr. Mercant determine what said penalty will be."
He reached over and patted Tim on the head, who mmppphed in response and twisted his burly bod fruitlessly.
"Timothy and friend thought it would be funny to rearrange the flower display in the foyer without permission. They were to experience the same punishment but I felt that this would be an amusing way to present out code to you."
He reached over and deftly removed Tim's earplugs. Unbuckling the ballgag strap, he removed it from Tim's mouth. It came out with a wet pop.
"Oh man, this sucks. Dude, please. My balls are being vibed. Let me out, please?"
"Isn't that right, Master Timothy? You and Master Andrew thought it would be funny to play interior decorator with one of our houseboys?"
Tim moaned.
"Yeah, dude I am so sorry. Please, i gotta jerk off. This is too much. The spandex and the being stuck in this suit. Cmon! Please?"
Ignoring him, Rory turned to Wintergreen.
"There's another one?" he asked delightedly.
"Oh yes, Master Rory. Right out in the foyer as a matter of fact. We felt that the punishment should fit the crime."
Wintergreen motioned our group to follow him out of the library and back towards the foyer.
***
"The Brotherhood" so far consisted of myself, my best pal Rory, the bashful and sweet Cory, the mysterious and competitive Silas, and the hapless Tim. Tim, of course, had been left to his own devices, straightjacketed and stumbling, stuck in a humiliating, stretchy self-hug, gagged, blindfolded, and deafened, back in the study. Wintergreen briskly led the way to back to the foyer where we were to meet the sixth and final member of our little cadre. It was exciting because we would get another look at the human vase we had passed on the way in.
Alas, the human vase had either been liberated of his humiliating punishment, or his floral arrangement ass had been moved to some other part of the house. An actual floral arrangement had replaced him on the big round table in the center of the foyer. There was someone entirely new to greet us. His name was Matt, and he was a big hunk of guy. You could tell he was a big hunk of guy due to the fact that he all he was wearing was a skimpy black g-string, costume tuxedo cuffs on his wrists, fishnet thigh-high stockings with garters holding them up, and shiny black high heels. His blushing face really set the rest of it off.
“Well, hello, Matthew. How have you been finding your tutelage under our housekeeping staff to be adequate,” Wintergreen inquired to our chuckles and smirks.
“Y-yes, Mr. Wintergreen, sir. It’s been an…uh…education,” he shifted uneasily on his unfamiliar footwear.
Matt was holding a tray bearing six tiny keys, each strung onto slim but stout cord. He directed Matt to pass them out. As Matt brought his tray, around we noticed two things about the back of him. One, his g-string featured a big white bunny tail right over his buttcrack. And two, the maids hadn’t taken Wintergreen’s directive to show Matt the ropes lightly. His big round bubble butt bore the pinkish signs of a thorough spanking. We later learned (some of us more directly than others) that the maids and kitchen staff here at Cherryfetch Manor knew their way around a wooden spoon.
“Looks like someone was a naughty girl,” Silas snarked, and gently patted Matt on his left buttcheek.
Matt groaned, and shifted his cheeks to relieve the sting. It was rather funny to see our hunky bunny boy try to walk in this heels without dropping his tray. Oh wait, did I mention he was wearing bunny ears, too? We would later find out that Matt was a former Marine who owned a self-defense studio in town. And despite being a secret kinkster, nothing in the realm of ooo rah had prepped him for any of this.
We had each been able to take the next month off from our respective professional engagements to embark on our kinky new adventure.
When all the keys were passed out, Wintergreen pocketed the remaining two (they would later go to Tim and Matt post-punishment) and informed us as to what they were.
“Gentlemen, these are your keys to Cherryfetch Manor. After thorough background checks and observation, Mr. Mercant and myself have found you to be perfect candidates for our new Brotherhood. Wear these close to your heart, not only to allow you access to the manor and all it contains, but as a symbol of your commitment and loyalty,” he said solemnly.
Then he smiled.
“And tonight - the games begin. It will be a restless evening for some of you, as tonight is the Indoor Hunt. Your objective? To steal into the other member’s rooms in the middle of the night and firmly bind and gag them so they are helpless until they are discovered tomorrow morning. Here are the rules. You must overpower your prey without harming him in any way. And you are only allowed to use the materials to be found in your quarters. We want to see what you can do without the customary rope, tape or handcuffs. Stealth, strength, and creativity are this contest’s watchwords. You will all be staying on the third floor which is vast, with your rooms situated fairly far apart. You all will be provided with a floor plan, as well as a “stealth suit” to aid in your hunt.”
“What does the winner get?” Silas asked. Was he still challenging me with his eyes? I was already envisioning him in a very strict hogtie.
“The winner receives freedom. The game doesn’t end until there is only one man standing unbound. You will be all be recorded with our night vision security cameras to insure that every man plays by the rules. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to free Timothy from his “ruleboard” and see to some other things. Bunny boy Barbra here will show you to your rooms,” he said indicating Matt with a casual gesture.
And he was gone back to the study to let that big lug Tim out of his humiliating spandex straightjacket suit.
“Uh, will you follow me to the main elevator?” Matt said ruefully, as he and his glowing red bottom (lovingly set off by his fishnet stocking tops and bunny tail) led us towards the lift. Despite not knowing each other, we were beginning to bond by razzing Matt about his current situation and boasting about being the winner of tonight’s bondage contest.
“You boys are in a world o’ trouble. I was All-Collegiate Wrestling. I’m gonna tie you ladies in knots,” Cory proclaimed, seemingly getting over his shyness.
“Dude, I was a Marine. You don’t think I know everything about capture and evade?” “Barba” snorted, his ego causing him to temporarily forget about his current costuming.
Silas and I stood at the back of the old-fashioned lift (there was a big lever, and a grate closed before the doors did). A very nude and entirely beefy Tim called for us to wait up. He had his hands over his junk, and was blushing from head to toe. It was a sexy sight to see his big muscular thighs flex as he almost daintily stepped into the elevator.
“Did you get out on your own?” Rory asked curiously.
“No, Wintergreen finally let me out. And before you ask, it sucked. I am going to pound off so bad when I get to my room. That suit had me hard as a rock and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it!. Remind me to never mess with the “floral arrangements” ever again in this joint,” he said to our laughing and catcalls.
As the others chided Matt and Tim, Silas and I sized each other up in the back of the lift. I was the one to break the silence first.
“You been checking me out, Silas?”
He kept his cool, not looking at me as he spoke, more concerned with checking out Tim’s beefy, bare buns. It was a nice view, the front of that elevator. Tim’s bare ass side-by-side with Matt’s firm, rosy, and spanked buttcheeks.
“I guess. I’ve been thinking of how I’m going to tie you up tonight.”
“Like hell.”
“Oh, trust me, Goldenboy. Your ass is getting wrapped up tonight. And if you start acknowledging me with the proper respect now, I might not stuff your butt in addition.”
Normally, I would have reacted to him threatening to stuff my ass (with what, I wondered?). But I was much more concerned with what he called me. “Goldenboy.”
Did he know? And if so, how?
TO BE CONTINUED...