## A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Roommate

Post by tiedup101 » Sun Oct 07, 2012 2:25 pm

An Introduction :
Gordon and Conor were my best friends from our private school. We all had wealthy parents that honestly didn’t really care about us that much. During our senior year, they allowed us to live together in a small 2,500 square foot house in the suburbs of the town, about 2 miles from school. They got to travel overseas, live their own life, enjoy themselves without having to worry about us. The house, situated in the middle of a wooded 4 acres, was extremely private and big enough for the three of us. We probably shouldn’t have been able to live on our own, but Gordon had stayed back a year and was 19, Conor and I were 18. We were all relatively ‘preppy’ as we had wealthy parents, but played sports and had active social lives. Anyway, we all had our own room for our self. I also had my own spare storage room. Gordon and Conor shared a larger one. I kept old stuff and a desk for working in mine. Gordon and Conor didn’t functionally use their space as I never went into it nor had I seen inside it. Also, while I am best friends with both, I have known Gordon before high school, Conor I met at school. One more thing before I start.
About us:
Conor: Blonde, 5 feet 10, 6 pack, big into hockey
Gordon: Blonde, 6 feet, big ass, big into baseball
Me/John: Brown hair, 5 feet 11, big into soccer
Another friend that appears later in the story, James, is great at lacrosse. He is 5 8, dirty blonde, and is slightly pudgy: he has a bigger ass than Gordon, and larger thighs and calves.
Okay, lets get to the story:
It was springtime at school, and Conor, Gordon, and I had just finished a baseball game. Hot and sweaty, we returned to our home for a quiet Friday night. We all sat down on the couch and flipped channels. Nothing on. We were bored, and just sat around watching some stupid show on NBC. Then Gordon suggested something. Why wouldn’t Conor and I wrestle and whoever lost had to do whatever he said for the night. At first it sounded stupid and pointless since it didn’t benefit us if either of us won. But then I think we both realized that the thought of Gordon forcing the other do stupid stuff all night sounded like a lot of fun. So we agreed, cocky enough to do it assuming we’d beat the other.
Gordon laid out some terms and we got started and began to wrestle still in our baseball uniforms. To make a long story very short, I lost. Conor played hockey, and while the same size as me, he was much stronger. He had me down quickly. Gordon, refereeing, blew the whistle. Conor, in one last show of arrogance and pride, shoved his ass into my face. I laid on the ground in defeat.
Gordon, already shifted from the referee of a wrestling match to my ‘master’ for the night, ordered me on my feet. Conor stood around and watched. Gordon then ordered that I put my hands of my head. I obeyed. He walked around behind me, pulled an old knee high baseball sock of his out of his back pocket and tied it around my eyes. My world went black. Gordon pulled my hands down and I felt cold cuffs lock onto my wrists. I had never been cuffed before. I had never been restrained before. Why did Gordon even have them? I didn’t have time to question. We were moving.
Gordon held a hand on my cuffs and pushed me forward. I followed his lead. Gordon said nothing as he led me to one of the rooms in our house. Gordon uncuffed me, but I was not left unrestrained for long. I was pushed onto a seat of some sort. But I wasn’t exactly sitting. (Let me try to describe the position I was in: try to think of it as a steel stockade, but I was in a relatively comfy leather chair. It was a spanking bench of some sort.) Gordon began strapping me in. Soon my calfs, thighs, back, and wrists were restrained. I was not going anywhere without Gordon releasing me. I didn’t say anything as he took off the sock covering my eyes.
I was in Conor and Gordon’s spare room. Or should I say dungeon. While I have no background in bondage of any kind, it was clearly a bondage haven. Every type of gear was there. Then I figured it out. Conor and Gordon were bondage buddies. And I was being introduced to it, tonight. Gordon came back into the picture. I struggled in the bonds, but knew it was futile. Gordon kneeled down to my eye level and looked me in the eyes. I grunted and said a much needed ‘fuck you.’ He shook his head in disgust.
Conor came from behind and presented a ball with straps in front of my mouth. I shook my head, I refused to be gagged. Conor laughed at my defiance and pinched my nose. After 15 seconds, I simply couldn’t hold it any longer and opened up. Conor shoved the huge red ball into my ball and buckled the straps behind my head. I was still in my full baseball uniform: jersey, pants, socks, jockstrap, compression shorts, undershirt, and cup. Gordon and Conor didn’t explain anything, but they didn’t need to. I had been tricked into bondage without realizing I was being introduced to their games.
Gordon began patting my hair and I struggled in the bench. Conor began tickling my socked feet as I drooled through the gag, wishing he would stop. My best friend didn’t, but Gordon got to work spanking me through the baseball pants. Somewhere in that, Conor peeled off my sweaty socks and tickled me barefoot, which was 100 times worse. Gordon somehow managed to pull my pants and compression shorts down long enough to uncover my jockstrapped ass.
I began struggling, realizing the gravity of my situation. I was completely defenseless as my drool dripped down to the floor and my ass got redder and redder. Gordon and Conor loved every single minute of it. About an hour later, they stopped and allowed my a minutes rest. They took off my ball gag but replaced it with a odd gag. It was a funnel attached to my face. When Gordon presented a bottle, I realized they could force me to drink anything they wanted me too. The bottle was unmarked, but once he began pouring, I realized it was Gatorade.
After they made me chug that bottle, they presented another bottle. I shook my head, I was full. They ignored my shakes and moans and poured the other bottle. I had three bottles of Gatorade in my system within 15 minutes and I was ready to explode. That’s when nature called. I needed to go the bathroom, bad. That’s when I figured out what they intended for me to do. They wanted to humiliate me, make me piss my jockstrap. I began begging through the funnel gag, with no words that could be understood coming out. I looked Conor and Gordon in the eyes, but they both gave back huge smiles. They were clearly enjoying themselves.
I began trying to get out of the spanking bench, but straps don’t tend to snap from a strong high school soccer player. I watched as Gordon set up a computer on a table in front of me. Shit, they were going to record me while I pissed myself. Conor came up behind me and gave me some hard slaps to the ass, then proceeded to leave the room. Gordon took off my funnel gag, but replaced it with his baseball sock. I began to taste his sweat with my saliva while he went around to my ass.
I waited a while, but then I felt him putting some liquid of some sort in and around my ass. He was lubing it up. I struggled some more, but I didn’t want to involuntarily start peeing. I felt a finger being inserted into my ass. Only a day ago I would have been shocked if Gordon asked me to finger himself. Then again, he wasn’t asking right now, I was bound to a bench and gagged. Gordon stopped after a few seconds and pulled his finger out.
He came over to me and shoved his finger under my nose. Fuck this. I breathed through my nose, inhaling the horrible smell. He laughed at my humiliation. He too, left, probably to join Conor, leaving my alone. Before he left however, he made sure to tell me to go to the bathroom if I needed, that the carpet was new.
An hour later, after sweating from the thought of embarrassment, I finally gave into my body and pissed all over the bondage dungeon floor. It’s a psychological thing and it killed me. Conor and Gordon knew that. I hung my head in embarrassment. Then Conor returned and started laughing once he noticed the puddle under my bondage bench. He didn’t say anything as he approached me with a dust mask. One that straps around your head and acts like a cup on your face. Of course, I couldn’t stop him.
I wondered what the hell he was going to do with it until he pulled a bottle and a small cloth and put some of the liquid in the bottle on the cloth. I figured it out once he put the cloth inside the dust mask. He was knocking me out with chloroform. I began struggling, trying to stop the unstoppable. I figured out I couldn’t do anything about it however. I was bound to the bench, immobile. Within a couple minutes of dwindling struggling, I was out. Conor watched the entire time as I faded away unwillingly.
I woke up groggily. I found myself in a bondage chair. Gordon padlocked strap after strap until I couldn’t move an inch. He had my biceps, wrists, chest, nipples, ass, thighs, ankles, calfs, even my toes strapped into place tightly. My neck was even locked into place, put into a posture collar. I couldn’t look down with it on. I was being forced to look straight ahead, not down. Gordon walked over to me and introduced me to a spider gag. The ones that keep your mouth open, no matter what. I refused, but a pinch to the nose for 20 seconds, and my mouth accepted it. Now my mouth was forced to accept anything. I moaned into the gag.
The bondage chair I was in didn’t have an actual seat, meaning was ass was exposed below. My feet didn’t touch the ground. I soon figured that out. Conor came into sight, grinning from ear to ear. He was on a mission. I couldn’t look down, but had a sickening feeling I knew was going to happen. I could only moan, groan, grunt and drool and Conor did his job. I felt the first jab of pain as a sizable dildo was shoved into my unprotected ass. Then I heard a faint humming. A questioning groan caught the attention of my ass attacker.
Conor confirmed my fears. It was an electric dildo. He stepped aside while the dildo continued to move, in and out. I heard a beep and the ass pounding got harder. I drooled and moaned, but nothing stopped the fast in and out of the dildo. Gordon, clad only in a jockstrap and socks, came up to me with a large black blindfold. My view of his ass bulging out of a jockstrap disappeared.
I forgot about that once I felt my cock being played with. Either Gordon or Conor began putting things on my cock, balls, and thighs. My most sensitive areas. What Gordon whispered in my ear made my heart drop. He said, ‘electro.’ Soon I was screaming through my gag as painandpleasure began to hit me. I couldn’t move an inch however while Conor and Gordon cranked up the controls, causing my groans to get stronger as the pain kept coming. After an hour of hell, they began releasing me. Well releasing me from the bondage chair and into a steel stockade. Yay.
They even tied up my balls, tied tightly with a thin rope. They moved me to the kitchen table, locked in a steel stockade with a fuck machine attached. They put a bit gag in my mouth, prohibiting speech but allowing the constant moans. The moans that I expressed as the fuck machine went in and out. I glanced around, best I possibly could, for any sign of relief. Gordon and Conor left for me to contemplate my horribly shitty situation.
I was practically crying, the dildo hurt so bad. There I was, up on display in the middle of my own living space, getting fucked by a machine. And I couldn’t do a thing about it. I heard steps, but couldn’t turn around to see, the stockade locked me in place. Gordon returned, now naked, and began petting my hair, like a dog. His package was purposefully right in my face. I groaned in agony.
He moved his hands all around my body, feeling me up. He even pulled at my balls. Even tickled my balls. Pulled the knot around my balls tighter. He decided what would happen to me. I had no control. He laughed at every moan I made. Then, to piss me off even more, he cranked up the machine. I shook my head in disapproval, and now my moans became steady and louder. He left as I followed his ass. Who knows what the hell he was doing with Conor.
I was left alone on the kitchen counter for at least a couple hours as my ass was pounded. Conor came out of his bedroom, naked like Gordon, and luckily, only came my ass a feel painful slaps and released me. I didn’t try to run away, I knew that Conor would tackle me in two seconds given the chance. I played ‘good slave’ in hope for some sort of reward.
One minute I am sitting on the couch, relaxing. The next, I’m in a steel stockade, in my tight boxer briefs. Gordon carried the stockade containing me to the living room. I was displayed in front of Conor and James. Really embarrassing. Gordon began by cutting away the little clothing I had left. Self conscious as I am, I hated being naked in front of my friends. I squirmed in the steel.
Gordon came around to the front and put a ring gag on my mouth. A quick pinch to the nose ensured that. I began drooling as he released me. Instead of letting me go, however, he tied my thighs to my calves, effectively keeping them together. He tightened a collar around my neck. He had be stand at attention. Standing at attention, for me, meant to be on all fours.
James and Conor watched, much to my embarrassment. Gordon stripped down to his boxer briefs and midcalfs, at least that was a plus. Conor followed suit. I could only watch as I helplessly drooled as they did what they wanted with me. Gordon had an idea, as they began whispering. Conor left as Gordon spanked me. He began walking me around as a dog, leading me with the leash.
Imagine the humiliation. Led around as a naked ‘dog’ by a friend, in front of two friends. Then Conor came back. Gordon stopped. They ordered me to stick out my butt. I grumbled from the sinking feeling and the thought that something was going in my ass. I braced myself. Walter shoved the plug into my ass.
Gordon announced what it was to me as I glanced back. A dog tail. I reddened in embarrassment. Gordon, in his affirmative and commanding voice, ordered my to ‘wag my tail.’ I grunted and slightly shook. A massive whack hit my ass, along with a wave of pain. Conor had a flogger. It not only hurt my skin, but also my sensitive ass hole. I shook with much vigor, causing pain to my ass. Conor grabbed the leash and led me around. While I was being led around, I heard the door slam shut. They shouted, "In here!" to whoever it was. They were expecting someone. Shit. Who the fuck was this?
My question was answered when my friend James sauntered in. He burst out laughing. He could not contain himself. I was so embarrassed. This was not happening. They led me around the living room while James sat on the couch and took a video of the entire thing. Fuck this shit. I was not enjoying this one bit. James then stripped down to his boxer briefs so he could 'cool off.' His boner was visible.
Gordon got a pair of nipple clamps, and soon I had painful nipples to deal with. They even made me fetch dog toys. Reminder, every time my ass moved, more pain. They got a kick out of it. They got bored with just one person however. I watched in disgust as Gordon tackled James. They handcuffed him and stripped him, of course. Then, Conor had another one of his evil and sick idea.
I was ungagged. Then Gordon came up with this electric shocker, I think for his dog. He zapped me in the ass. The searing pain went through my entire body. James was held by Conor, and he was bent down and backed up into me. I knew what they were planning immediately. I yelled ‘hell no’ and began buckling.
Another shock to my ass reminded me I did not have control over what I did. Gordon warned me, laughing: ‘another struggle like that, its going in your ass hole.’ I believed him. Conor backed James’ ass into my face. Gordon ordered my tongue out. I had second thoughts, but once I saw the shocker, I stuck my tongue out in obedience. Gordon ordered me to continue. I began licking James’ ass out.
Probably the worst part, other than the act itself, was that James was not gagged. I heard everything. I stopped, not wanting to continue. Before I could even realize what I had done, I had been zapped in the ass hole. I fell down from the level of pain. I quickly got back up and got back to work. About 5 minutes of complete humiliation later, I was asked to stop. Finally, relief.
Unfortunately for me, they had other ideas. James was led behind me. Shit. Well, shit for him. He got to work quickly, hearing and seeing the pain I experienced. Gordon gagged me with his sweaty hand as James did his work. I was so embarrassed, but they wont over yet. They wanted me to suck James’ dick. I blatantly told them nothing would force me to do that, not even electro.
The way I said it, they believed me. I could tell. But they didn’t stop at that. By the time I saw the ring gag again, it was too late. Quickly it was buckled in. My mouth was forced open. James was kneeled in front of me. Without being able to close my own mouth, his cock easily slid in. Not being able to close my mouth forced me to suck my best friends cock. Gordon and Conor loved every second. They wanted James’ out of the way, however.
I watched as they put mitts on his hands and shoved his in a small cage. Then they turned to me. It was getting uncomfortable in the steel stockade. Luckily, they were such nice masters! I was unlocked, and then put right back into bondage! Gordon gave me a nice pair of stocks to get put into. Then my horny friends wanted their turn. Soon I was sucking Gordon’s huge cock. Conor then began spanking me, big time.
After a shitload of time sucking Gordon’s big dick and Conor spanking my ass red, they stopped. I was taken out of the steel stockade and moved into Conors room. Gordon knew how much I loved James’ ass, so he set me up on Conors bed, in a naked spreadeagle.
James walked in, in handcuffs, in his full baseball uniform. Gordon followed in and announced our presence. I wasn’t gagged, trying to be a good and worthy slave. Gordon told me he had a reward for me. But he didn’t seem evil when he said it. James was uncuffed and got to work doing what Gordon had ordered him to do. He pulled out his baseball cup and ordered me to lick.
James was extremely popular, and when with his friends, extremely controlling. He slapped my balls while I began licking his baseball cup. After a few minutes of that, he pulled down his baseball pants to reveal his jockstrapped ass. He lowered it onto my tied up body and into my face. I was forced to lick all around his ass, around the butthole. Then he had me move onto the hole itself. I began eating his huge ass, basically in heaven. Jameses ass was one of two that turned me on the near point of orgasm.
While I was doing that, Gordon began fingering my unprotected asshole. James then turned around and I began licking his gooch and balls. That’s when Conor came along. James was handcuffed again and pushed away. Conor lowered his ass into my face. Not as much fun. Certainly not fun. His ass was hard. He was extremely athletic. Unfortunately I had no choice. Gordon continued to finger my ass. Gordon then got a dildo machine and soon I was being fucked my a dildo. I could barely move and breathing got harder as Conor got lower. I was getting sick of eating ass. They pushed on with my torture. How could it have turned from James’ amazing ass to hell.
I flogged James as Gordon ordered me too. His huge ass, bigger than any other boy I knew, bigger than Gordon’s, shook every time I hit him with the flogger. He was tied up, his hands tied to the ceiling from a hook, was pretty much straight as a pencil, except for his huge bubble butt protruding out. I was practically cumming just hitting it.
Gordon, who also had a flogger, made sure I was doing my job flogging James. He was wearing some compression shorts, while I only wore a jockstrap. I was glad to get that coverage, since James was not blindfolded and could see if we had hard ons. We both had raging boners, but at least there was something there. James was relatively short. He is extremely jocky, but slightly overweight in the ass, thighs, and calfs which really showed as I flogged him. He let out so yells and fucks as I continued to flog him. His entire body shook as his ass got redder.
Soon my ass was red as Gordon flogged me as I flogged James. I flogged James harder and harder to avoid pain to myself. After a few hours of that, Gordon pulled me away and handcuffed me. Conor held me while he untied the practically crying James. He whispered in James’ ear, in which his already pained face turned a beat red with embarrassment. With a slap to the ass, Gordon pushed James out of the room. James practically ran, like Gordon had threatened him or something. Apparently they had made some sort of deal. Then Gordon turned to me.
Gordon, grinning from ear to ear, handed me a big mess of rubber. He told me to put it on. I was only wearing nothing, so I welcomed clothing to hide my embarrassment. Little did I know.
The suit he gave me, similar to a wetsuit in where it covered my body except this suit covered from my neck to my toes. Everything neck down was covered. The only other difference was it was even tighter than spandex. I could barely pull it on.
Meanwhile, I have Gordon flogging me since I was ‘too slow.’ I rushed to put it on, but it was so hard. He laughed while doing it, knowing how helpless I was. I had red lines all over my back and stomach from his flogger by the time I was done. They laughed, knowing it was so hard to put on. Once I was done with that crazy ordeal, they put mitts over my already covered hands.
Once they padlocked each one, they padlocked the two mitts together, linking my two hands in front of me. I was ungagged, but chose not to speak. I again hoped they would reward me by not putting a gag on. Already, I was turning into a slave, trying to please my masters. They walked me over to Gordons bed and helped me up. They laid me on my back, my head propped up by a few pillows.
They then got to work securing me even more. They padlocked my feet together, put a collar on me, and then my favorite part, pulled out a muzzle harness. I shook my head, but was unable to move more than an inch before they put in over my head. It had a penis gag connected to it. Soon I was sucking on plastic penis. They tightened the million straps that were a part of it and I lost the mobility of my jaw.
They added a couple finishing touches: a rope was tied from my collar to the bedpost, and another rope from my feet to the endpost. Essentially if I fell off the bed I’d still be stuck in Gordons room. They also put headphones in, playing country music. I hate country music. Then they hooded me, over the headphones and muzzle. They stepped back to admire their handiwork. I looked at myself as best I could. I was covered in rubber, practically head to toe, covered in gear, virtually immobile, couldn’t talk, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel much with mitts.
I couldn’t tell if my friends had left me or not in my bondage, I had no way of telling as all my senses had been taken away from me. As I listened to horrific country music, I pondered my shitty situation. I was entirely under Gordon and Conor’s mercy. Whatever they wanted me to do, I had to do. This scared me.
Hours passed, but I was still left in the bed, immobile. Without any possible way to tell time, minutes seemed like hours, hours like days. After 4 months in bondage, I finally felt my hood being taken off. It was Gordon. He was naked. I feasted on his body while he unmuzzled me and gave me something to eat and drink. They were so kind.
He didn’t say a word and didn’t offer for me to speak. I kept quiet as he unbuckled me, strap by strap. Once I was finally only confined my some mitts linked together in my head to toe wetsuit, Gordon pulled me from the bed. He then began to peel off the wetsuit, sweaty since it was room temperature in the house. Once I was naked, he put a jockstrap on me and a jockstrap on himself. One last touch before he prodded me out of the room was a penis gag and blindfold.
He led me into another room and unblindfolded me. I was in his family. Gordon put me into the ‘boi punisher’ as he called it. It was a spreader bar with a dildo in the middle along with a couple other hooks for the hands. He locked me in position: my ankle cuffs were locked to the ends of the bar, which was a heavy 3 inch inch width, 4 foot long piece of wood.
I was in a jockstrap leaving my ass open for entry. A small two inch dildo was attached to the middle of the bar, and as Gordon lowered me into it, it entered my ass. Nothing big or thick, but enough feeling to remind me it was there. I was on my knees, with my butt sitting on the dildo/bar. Not exactly comfortable. Gordon handcuffed my hands behind my back and tied a short rope from the cuffs to the bar. I was locked in. It was getting uncomfortable, my ass huge in comparison to the small 3 inch wood and dildo. I couldn’t go anywhere though.
Gordon was dressed in a jockstrap as well. As I adjusted to the boi punisher, Gordon approached with an official blindfold. My world went black. Then he told me to stick out my tongue. I obeyed, confused. It wasn’t the typical way to accept a gag. I darted it out and knew instantly what I was tasting. Gordons ass. I began giving my best friend a rim job as he moaned with pleasure.
A minute later, he pulled away and I begged for more. He shoved in a abnormally big penis gag, which I accepted unhappily. Far worse than Gordons ass. Gordon began applying nipple clamps: adsadwffdsadfuck. He began paddling my balls as I leaned forward in pain. This went on for the longest time, my stomach lurching at his every touch to my balls. Finally, after an hour of pure fucking hell, he released me. But not for long, as he mitted and hooded me.
Hooded, I couldn’t see anything as my friend Gordon led me through the house. I was only in a too small jockstrap. Him as well. I couldn’t even see his amazing ass. I had a penis gag in, and only small mmphhs came out. My hands were mitted and linked in front of my body. I followed his lead. We stopped. I allowed him to turn me around. He pushed my head down. I bent down. He pushed. I was getting into a cage.
He pulled up my head, and it went through the cage, like a head hole at the top of the cage. I heard him push iron, and soon I couldn’t even move my neck. He closed the cage door at the bottom. I heard a padlock. Now my head was locked out of the cage, and my body was locked in. He pulled my legs out. I let him, and then I felt chains go on my legs. He connected them together, so I couldn’t bring them back into the cage because of the bars.
Gordon asked for my mitted hands. I obeyed, hoping he would be nice in return. He knotted a rope to them, and roped the other side of the rope to the top of the bars of the cage. This situation kept my hands locked away from my body and kept me from moving them much. And he was completed.
I was left with my head locked out of the cage, my feet and ankles locked out, my body locked in, and my hands secured, hung above. He pulled my hood. I was fucked. He had me secure. I swore through the gag, but nothing audible came out. He laughed and played with my hair. Gordon then grabbed a dirty knee long soccer sock of his, reeking of sweat, and tied it around my ties.
Then I realized what he had planned. The bars of the cage were rather wide spaced apart, plenty wide for an arm to reach in. He began tickling me. I could BARELY move. I could only mpph through the gag and beg for forgiveness. After a half hour of near pissing tickling, he stopped. He then said he was going to hang out with a few friends. It was such a shame, he said, that I was stuck in the cage and couldn’t join.
I struggled, but didn’t even budge an inch. He grabbed the hood, but a couple of those reeking soccer socks in them, and pulled it over my head. The location of the socks was perfect for me to sniff while he and Conor enjoyed a night out without me. I wonder what my friends would think. I slept there for the night, though it wasn’t too comfortable.
I awoke to the feeling of a car moving. I tried to figure out what was going on. I was in a cage, padlocked in. I had mitts locked on my hands, so even if the cage was just a latch I wouldn’t have been able to unlock it. I was in Gordon’s large Chevy Tahoe, in the way back of the car. I was simply a dog, not restrained other than mitts (that weren’t locked together), but limited to a cage so as not to be a bother to my masters. They hadn’t said a word to me, though I am sure they could hear me moving about. They had covered my cage with a large thick blanket. At least my identity would be hidden.
Conor and Gordon were sitting in front, and we were driving. We stopped, and to my absolute fear, we picked up my best friend James, from school. He didn’t notice the mysterious box covered with the blanket, thank god. I made no movement, in hopes that he wouldn’t notice. We stopped again, this time in some sort of a garage. I noticed that other than a few hellos, James hadn’t talked to Gordon and Conor. I had only heard my two masters voices.
Gordon got out. He opened the hatch. I silently begged him not to pull the blanket. I saw it move and Gordon yanked. It was still relatively dark, but I could see Gordon, dressed only in a wifebeater and athletic shorts. He wore midcalfs and sneakers. The other two passengers got out, but I still heard nothing from James. Then I saw him. He was handcuffed and gagged. How did I miss that? How did I not hear a scuffle? They must have knocked him out or something.
I watched James eyes widen with disbelief when he saw me naked in the cage. Conor, dressed only in shorts and midcalfs, pulled James away and pushed him into the house. I wasn’t sure who’s house it was though, I had never seen it before. Gordon unlocked the cage and I crawled out. I wasn’t gagged, but knew if I talked I’d be dead. He pulled off my mitts but replaced them with handcuffs. A ball gag silenced me. He then handed me a jockstrap, which I gladly accepted. He helped me put it on, reminding me of my status as property of him.
He then pushed me along, and I too joined James in the mysterious house. Pushed and prodded along by Gordon, I entered the basement. I saw two older men with Conor and James. James was collared and leashed to a wall, forcing him to kneel towards the wall. He was now clad only in a jockstrap. He was still ballgagged and cuffed. Gordon grabbed a collar on a table in the sparse basement, put it on me, and then brought me over to James. Gordon tied a rope to a hook alongside James’, and I too was forced on my knees facing the wall.
The two men and my two masters went upstairs leaving me with my best friend. James began trying to talk to me through the ballgag, but I couldn’t understand him and he couldn’t understand me. I resorted to checking him out in his small jockstrap and white midcalfs. He didn’t seem uncomfortable like I was tied up and gagged, but he seemed worried. I heard footsteps. Gordon and Conor approached, patted us both on the heads, and said goodbye. I didn’t know where they were going, and then I heard the two men.
I would estimate that they were about 45 years old. They both wore jeans and t shirts. I got worried as Conor and Gordon left and the two men approached us. We couldn’t turn around since the ropes were tied close to the wall hooks, but James and I did start to squirm. I felt extremely vulnerable in only my jockstrap, handcuffed and ballgagged. One of the men untied me from the hook on the wall, pulled me up, and led me upstairs. He didn’t say anything as I tried my hardest to escape. Who were these men? I was a bit scared. However, he was strong and held a good grip on my handcuffed arms.
He led me up the stairs. I looked back at James, who was getting the exact same treatment by the other man. The man led me to an empty room. He sat me down on a chair. He taped me knees, ankles, calfs, and thighs to the chair. Once he felt I was secure in the heavy wooden chair, he uncuffed me. He then pulled my hands behind the back of the chair and cuffed them there. He continued taping me, securing my chest in multiple locations to ensure I didn’t get out. James, right behind us, got the same treatment to a similar chair beside me.
My ballgag was pulled out, but replaced with a muzzle. Once the man secured that, he secured an identical muzzle to James’ head after removing his ballgag. Meanwhile, the other man had pulled up the sofa across from our chairs. He sat down, joined by the other man once he finished James’ muzzle. The man who had mostly handled me addressed us.
He told us that we had been rented out to them by our friends Conor and Gordon. They ran a porn site and planned to use us as models. We would be perfect for the job because we would be forced to consent to our friends Conor and Gordon, who would give consent for us. Basically, we would hate being tied up and being a model, but we’d be forced to allow them to do whatever the wanted to us.
As I realized my fate as a porn actor (though I certainly wouldn’t be acting) I began trying to get out of the duct tape and cuffs. James tipped himself over trying to get out. The two men finally gave us their names, Andrew and Ben. Andrew told us his film crew of two would be arriving soon, so they briefed us on what we’d be doing. Since their site was for twinks dominated by older men, they’d be our masters and we’d be their slaves. We would be tortured, dominated, tied by them on camera. Great.
I watched as James was tied up. His legs and wrists were given cuffs, which were used to restrain him. A 3 foot spreader bar separated his legs. The two cuffs were attached to chains and tightened. He was in a tight standing up spread eagle. He was still only in a jockstrap and midcalfs. They handed me the flogger. Only my legs were cuffed, given a 5 foot chain between them. The chain meant I could move around, walk around, easily, but I couldn’t run. Basically, I was in light bondage.
Andrew told me if I didn’t flog James I would be tied up like him and flogged. I chose to punish my buddy James. The camera crew took it in, a jockstrapped young lad flogs his equally clothed friend in chains. James howled through the muzzle but I continued to flog him. I watched as James approached me, his head down with shame. He was given a jockstrap to wear along with the trusty white midcalfs, lucky for him. I was naked except for mere midcalfs, my arms tied above me in opposite directions, hung up. James, ungagged, said nothing to me as he was handed a box of clamps.
I began prancing around as he approached with a clamp ready to be attached. Andrew strapped me down to the spanking chair while Ben got some contraption ready in front of me. Once I was sufficiently secured to a point of no movement, Ben pulled out a dildo. I began to squirm in my bonds and beg through the huge red ball gag lodged in my mouth. He attached it to the contraption, a fucking machine as I learned. Andrew unbuckled the straps of the gag.
I began preparing a speech of swears, but Ben had already shoved the dildo into my mouth. I couldn’t even spit it out, I was so secure and tight in the bondage bench. Ben went to the base of the stand which held the dildo and pressed a button. The dildo went even farther in, rotating back and forth, forcing me to give the dildo a blowjob. As I choked on the plastic dildo, my unprotected ass was explored. A jockstrap did not protect me from the ever creepy Andrew and Ben.
Andrew spit into my hole, and then his fingers explored my inside. I couldn’t do a thing about it as these old men fingered me and did whatever they wanted to me, on camera. I moaned as Andrew pushed his middle finger into my vulnerable hole.
Once he had had his fun, Ben came over with his hand. A jockstrap did nothing to protect my entire ass either, so he began spanking me. I continued to choke on the dildo as he spanked me like a child. As he continued, my ass reddened and it hurt even more. I could barely squirm. He continued to spank me until I was screaming from even a touch to my ass.
Once they completed that torture, Andrew and Ben led me to another room in their rather large house. It was a babies room. Two cribs, a changing table, a rocker, a high chair, and a wall full of baby toys/objects. Except everything was bigger. All the furniture was adult size. I remembered a friend had told me some people liked the baby scene, wearing diapers, pacifiers, cribs, etc. Apparently you could purchase furniture for this particular fetish. It was called being an adult baby or being a diaper lover.
Ben lifted by jockstrap clad body up and into one of the large cribs. He had lowered the bar to get me in. Andrew approached with a diaper. He yanked off my blue jockstrap and began taping it on. I pushed the idea of using it away, hoping they wouldn’t actually make me use the diaper.
TO BE CONTINUED:
Last edited by tiedup101 on Wed Oct 10, 2012 2:45 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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### Re: A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Roommate

Post by tiednw » Tue Oct 09, 2012 3:24 pm

Nice story, however sometimes I have the feeling there is missing a small part. For example: I didn't get how James showed up in the story...

### Re: A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Roommate

Post by tiedup101 » Wed Oct 10, 2012 2:46 pm

Yes, I just noticed this! Sorry! I edited it, must have been cut out for some reason.
-Johnny
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### Re: A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Roommate

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:51 am

Any news on this ? Hope you plan on continuing !

### Re: A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Roommate

Post by kkoomm » Tue Jul 02, 2013 5:38 am

I really hope you continue too

### Re: A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Roommate

Post by tiedup101 » Thu Jul 04, 2013 11:28 am

Yes. Hopefully some point in the next couple of weeks. Please message me your ideas/fantasies/desires for the direction of this story
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### Re: A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Roommate

Post by mikeybound » Fri Nov 22, 2013 8:40 am

How did I miss this?