New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:42 pm

Friday:
It was finally time. I had just moved into a new apartment with one roommate. Chase and I had roomed on-campus two years ago, but we had to leave and commute from home when the housing fees hiked. He was back home for the night, having a birthday party the next day with family. Which left the entire apartment to myself. I was a little tired from moving in, but this week I had just brought essentials to break in the new room (air mattress, clothes, food etc.). After I locked the front door, I entered my room and pulled out my gear. Not much, but enough to keep me busy: several coils of rope, a locking ballgag, a small lock for the gag, handcuffs with keys, and a wrestling singlet. And plenty of duct tape. Chase had helped me move in before heading home, and I had to watch him to make sure he did not open the box with these things in it. Although a part of me wished that he would find it and we could play some right then. Chase was slightly taller than me, had short brown hair, and a moderate build. He had a smile that could charm a snake, and I had always wondered what living on-campus would have been like had he been into tie up.

The first thing I did was to tie a string through the hole in one of the handcuff keys. I then taped the tips of the string to a cup and filled it halfway with water, so that the key hung in the water without touching the sides. I set the cup in the freezer and went back to my room. I then changed into my singlet, which was made of a sleek material and even had a pouch for my parts. Everything else came off, leaving me in just the singlet. I am average height, have short-blonde hair, and have been in sports for most of my life (basketball, baseball, soccer, etc.), though I am not jacked. I untangled the rope coils and laid out the pieces in different lengths. I could feel my package growing larger in the pouch. If only I had a chastity device to keep me in place. Oh well, just have to control myself.

I assumed that the water would take a while to freeze, so I surfed the net for a myriad of rope bondage techniques. Never really had the freedom to try these at home or on-campus, so I had been itching to see just how much trouble I could get myself into. I remembered to have a pair of scissors next to my keys in the room. I found some neat tie techniques that I liked and looked through the steps to do them on myself. A two-column tie here, a thigh-to-ankle tie there, and then I noticed the intricate chest harnesses, with ropes weaving along the model's body. It took me several practices, but I finally had a decent chest harness rope tie that I could be semi-proud of.

I checked in on the water; starting to freeze. I had maybe another hour of waiting time. It was already getting a bit late so this would work perfectly. I walked into the bathroom and surveyed my work; still needed practice, but one day I might have some rope work worthy to post. As I entered my room, I thought I heard the front door unlock. My heart skipped a beat, and I bolted into my room as the front door opened. I closed my door and turned off the lights. I could hear it was Corey, the friend I was subletting the apartment from. He had stopped by to pick up some things he had left before moving into a new apartment. He had his own key to the apartment, but not to my (his former) room. With the lights off, he didn't bother knocking on my door, and before long he left the apartment. A few minutes later my phone started to buzz, and he left a voicemail saying that he hoped my move went well and for him to call me when I got in because he wanted to come over to pick up some things he’d left in my room. Had I moved that stuff out of the room before, he might have grabbed it all and I would not have to worry about him coming back tonight. But seeing as how he just left me a voicemail saying that he would only come over when I was there, he seemed too lazy to come back if he thought I would not be there. For now, I decided to not reply. After all, it was my first night after a move, and I could play it off as too tired, or celebrating the new apartment somewhere, or whatever.

I took a deep breath and continued with my fun. I tried some different rope work (a bit gag, a slip knot that tightens around your wrist coil the more you struggle, and a few other fun ties). I pulled out the ice from the freezer, which was somewhat frozen but not completely thick. The string was still loose, so I removed the ice chunk with the key from the cup and tied it to the back of a chair. I then applied the ballgag with the lock. I decided to go with a simple hogtie; my hand and feet were wrapped in a coil of rope each, and there was a piece of rope with a slip knot at each end tied to both coils. So the second I started to tug between my hands and feet, the knot would secure me in place in a strict (but escapable) hogtie. I then pullout out the handcuffs and set the extra key next to my keys and scissors. I looked up at the ice chunk, which was starting to drip. I placed the cup under the ice so that it would collect in the cup. Also, should the key fall for some reason, it would likely hit the cup and make a noise, so at least I knew that the key was near the cup. I looked up at the clock, which was nearing a late hour, and snapped the cuffs on behind my back. With the singlet, gag, hogtie, and cuffs, I wish I had set the camera up to take some pictures. But I was tired, and so I went to bed, happy to have a new apartment, and happy to have my own space to practice selfbondage.

I woke up a few hours later starting to get sore. I wiggled over to the key and removed the cuffs, checked on my wrists and ankles, and kept the hogtie on, but loosened the slack. I also removed the ballgag. I slept like a baby.

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:42 pm

Saturday:
That morning I woke up, removed all ropes and the singlet, and took a shower. The shower was warm, though there was a dent in the tub that the landlord should be made aware of. When I got out and dried off, I half-expected Chase or Corey to be in my room and shifting through my coils of rope and gear. But no one was there, and after breakfast I called Corey to come over and to get his things. He came over, packed, and we chatted about our first night in our own apartments (he had found a place for him and his girlfriend). Though my story didn’t share any details about how I slept. Corey was more muscular than Chase or myself, and he was studying computer design at the same college. He had more hair than Chase, but the same shade of dark brown.

I went back to Corey’s place, and we unpacked his things and hung out until Chase called around 7:00 and said he was back from his trip home. He had had a great birthday celebration (23) and was wondering if we wanted to meet for dinner somewhere. We finished Corey’s unpacking and met Chase for a burger in the city. Corey went back to his apartment, and Chase and I drove back to our new place. Chase had been drained from his driving and party, so he turned in around 10:00, saying he had to practice his instrument and had a quiz to study for the next day. Chase was in the college band (trumpet, I think), and had always practiced when we roomed back on-campus. He closed his door, and I heard the familiar music. He had gotten better, but what was strange was that our rooms were right next to each other and I could barely hear him playing. I brushed my teeth, and got ready for another night of good sleep, my way.

I changed into a jockstrap (one from my high school baseball days) and spread out the strand of rope. I wanted to try something different from the hogtie. I liked the position, but wanted to go for something else. I had an idea to take the two longest ropes and place them under the air mattress (one at each end). Each of the four ends sticking out was then tied to form a hold that I could slip my hands and ankles through. I figured I could use my bodyweight to keep the ropes held down, then when I needed to get out I could maneuver until the ropes were no longer under me. There came a thought of tying the two long ropes together under the mattress, preventing me from pulling the ropes out form under me. I would have to find a different way out. Since this was my first time, I decided to play it safe and not trap myself to my bed, in a jockstrap, with my roommate on the other side of the wall.

By the time I had the door closed, the lights off, my hands and feet through their holds, and my body lying spreadeagle on the air mattress, I didn’t hear the music stop playing. It had been so much quieter and I didn’t hear Chase approaching my door. He knocked, asking if I had any toothpaste; he had left his at home. I froze. Had I locked the door? Should I reply and pretend to be half-asleep? What would I do if he opened the door and saw me like this? Too late. The door opened. The lights came on. And there he was, at first with a look of shock, but then that smile I loved took over his face. And all I could think to say was “Happy Birthday”.

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:13 pm

Saturday (Night):
This could either go really good or really bad. If Chase had the slightest bit of humor, we could pass this off as some odd college experimentation thing. If he was devious, he could tickle me (saying no homo, of course. Like that actually means anything) then forget about the whole thing by morning. If he was kinky, he could use the toothpaste for something other than brushing his teeth. And if he was afraid, then I would either have a new roommate or need a new apartment by tomorrow.

Chase smiled, looked at my situation, then left. I was still in shock. My friend of two years had seen me spread out and bound, and he smiled. I tried to struggle against the holds. No good; I had used a slip knot combined with another knot, so the more I fought the tighter it held, but stopping at a certain point for safety. I then tried to lift the rope out from under me. I could feel the rope becoming easier to move with each budge. Then, Chase came back and took a few pictures on his phone. He then sent me a few copies. “I can send these to anyone I want. If those ropes come over your head before I tell you to, then everyone on your contacts list gets a picture.” Was he serious? That would devastate me. And I had some business contacts on my phone I had hoped to interview with at the end of the semester. I stopped fighting the ropes. “Awesome. Now I did manage to see your box of toys yesterday while moving in, despite your caution. I would have thought you might be a little more patient, but I guess you got to break in the apartment somehow.”

He took a few steps forward, closed the door, and knelt next to my feet. He took a deep breath in, then started tickling my bare soles. Despite my best efforts, I let out a stream of laughter. But with all of the kicking and fidgeting, the bottom ropes had moved out from under the mattress. I nearly kicked Chase in the face. He gave me a look of disappointment, and then reached for his phone.

“Wait! You said if the ropes come over my head I would get in trouble. You never said anything about my ankle ropes. Please, Chase. Don’t send out the pictures!” He stopped moving, and smiled again. He moved towards the door. He opened the door and left. He came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water and his phone in his hand.

“You’re right, Andrew. I never said anything about the rope holding your legs. But you know full well what I meant. I tell you what, I’ll let you pick one name on your contact’s list and I will only send the picture to them.” I froze in thought. He was still going to send out the incriminating picture?! “If you don’t pick, I will.” I tried to think. Were there any contacts I knew would either not accept pictures or were outdated? With no one coming to mind, I gave out the one name I thought would minimize this wildfire before it started.

“Corey. Send it to Corey.” With the same smile still on his face, Chase sent the picture and within minutes, Corey called back. Chase asked whether I should answer it or should he. If I answered it, then it would just be me who would be involved. But if Chase answers the phone, there may be a chance that he would take more of the hit. Maybe Corey would think that Chase spiked his new roommate’s drink and had some house warming initiation or something. I left Chase answer the phone, only he stepped outside of the room so I could not hear the conversation. When he came back in a few minutes later, his only words were “Corey will be over in a few minutes”. With that, he closed my door and all I could think about was how much trouble I had gotten myself into. And how much I was enjoying it.

Re: New Apartment

Postby bondagefreak » Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:14 pm

Excellent writing, as usual ! If I can refer to your previous stories, "New Apartment" is bound to be a fun ride :quirk: Please continue to entertain us with your writing. I am anxiously awaiting the next chapter !
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Re: New Apartment

Postby xtc » Tue Mar 12, 2013 3:27 am

Good start. Post when ready.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: New Apartment

Postby tiednw » Tue Mar 12, 2013 5:12 am

Awesome start!

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:27 pm

There was a knock on the main door. Corey must not have waited because he used his key to get in before Chase could get to the door. With my bedroom door still closed, I could only make out part of their conversation. “Is this for real?”…”Is he still there?”…”Do you remember when…?” At that point the door opened and there stood Chase (with his smile) and Corey. Corey had more of an inquisitive look, as if he wasn’t sure this was really happening. He turned to Chase and said they needed to talk. Chase closed the door and I heard them move towards the other end of the apartment. What was that all about? It’s bad enough that my friends have me tied mostly naked to my bed, but now they have to go have a secret discussion about what to do with me next.

I laid there (what else could I do?) and thought. Had Chase and Corey done tie up before, and with each other? That might explain how they were so calm with the situation. Maybe they had had tie up challenges with each other while they had lived together. Were they doing some tie up now? I started to struggle again, but stopped in fear of Chase sending out another picture. A few minutes later, Chase came in and I heard the front door close. Chase said that Corey would keep my secret, and that he had to leave for now. “In the meantime,” he said, “we get to do some catching up. You’re going to let me tie you up in a different position. If you can escape before I call time, then you can tie me up.” I grew hard at the thought of being tied up by Chase, though not as hard at the thought of tying him up. He was going to use the Frogtie position, where my thigh and ankles were bound together, and with my calves tied to my thighs. It was a very ‘open’ position, leaving full access to my privates and feet should things become more interesting.

He untied me from the spreadeagle, and told me to change into the full baseball uniform. As much as I wanted to comply, I didn’t have the uniform with me this weekend, as I only had the essentials. “It’s either uniform, or no uniform,” he said, “I’ll give you three minutes to get changed and when I come back, I want you in the Frogtie position on the mattress. I’ll add the rope, then you’ll have 30 minutes to get free.” He left and closed the door. I sat taken aback, still taking in the fact that my friend and roommate was controlling my tie up activities now. One minute wasted already. I looked around my room, not seeing anything that would pass as a baseball uniform. Another minute gone. I could try the wrestling singlet. I tried to change into the singlet, but was still finagling with it by the time Chase had entered back into the room. He was not happy I had not followed directions. As such, I would need some training. I offered, “I could use some training, coach,” trying to play off the sports motif and see if he would accept the wrestling singlet as a uniform. “Not that kind of training. Something more direct, more instinctual.” He left and came back with his own box of gear. In it was a leather harness, straps, gags, the whole bondage works.

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:11 pm

Late Saturday night:
“Strip.” That’s all he said. I obeyed. The singlet slipped off and so did the jockstrap. He tossed me a leather jockstrap at the same, and I quickly pulled it on. It fit pretty snugly. “Corey and I had some fun while we roomed together. His girlfriend didn’t really like that I got more of his attention, so he moved when you offered to take his lease”. Interesting. “So who tied up who?” I asked.

Chase looked at me and let out a deep sigh. “First lesson is that you don’t speak unless spoken to.” With that, he tossed a shock collar to me and told me to put it on. He also passed me the leather harness, which formed a large “X” across my chest. He told me to go to the bathroom before we “started”. I stepped into the bathroom and relieved myself, then took a few moments to admire what I saw in the mirror. That shock collar was intimidating, though. I stepped back into my room and knelt on the mattress. He said to me on his bed. I complied and walked into his room. As a music major, he did have a more creative (I’d call it messy) room. Books and papers scattered around the room, along with different clothes here and there. Some jeans, some socks and underwear, etc. Almost all of the walls were covered in thick foam, the kind found in music studios to insulate sound. I guess this was why I didn’t hear him playing much. It was getting pretty late, and I wondered how long he planned on playing with me. Hopefully not much longer than 30 minutes, if I could get free. Then I looked at the walls and was reminded of the shock collar. No… no there’s no way he would… I went to comment to Chase about his room and walls when I got a small jolt.

“Don’t speak. Unless you want another shock.” This was bad. The walls would keep any screams I had from pain kept to a light sound. To the neighbors above us and next door, it would just sound like a horror movie playing off of Chase’s laptop. I took the hint, and knelt by his large wooden bed. He got to work with the ropes, and before long he had my wrists bound to my ankles, with my bottom legs tied to my thighs. I had to be careful not to grunt too loud, because I wasn’t sure how sensitive the color would be. About ten minutes into my escape challenge, Chase gets a call and says that it’s Corey and he stepped outside of the room. At that point, I made more active movements and tried even harder to escape while he couldn’t see me. I wasn’t about to let him see that I had not made any progress and would not be able to escape in the next 20 minutes. Chase came back in and said that the stakes had changed. He had owed Corey a debt from their last tie up and was unable to pay him back with the girlfriend watching Corey like a hawk. So Chase was going to pimp me out to Corey after I failed to escape. Of course, if I escaped, then I would have the choice of helping Chase with his debt. I now had 15 minutes left and spent every second of it struggling like a madman. I didn’t know Corey as well as Chase, and seeing as how Chase (the more tame one) has a box full of kink gear, I was hesitant to think what Corey might have waiting for me.

Five minutes left, and Chase gets another call. It’s Corey again, and this time he asks to be put on speakerphone. He said that if I didn’t escape that we would have a lot of fun for tonight and all of tomorrow. School would be on Monday, and I would be returned to Chase Monday morning. I fought and twisted and turned as much as the ropes would permit, which wasn’t very much. Corey had Chase turn the phone around and convert the call into a video FaceTime, so he could see me struggling with the last few minutes left. “Time’s up,” they said together. Corey told Chase to have me at his apartment in ten minutes, which would be tough since it was a six minute drive. The call ended, and Chase moved in to prepare the transfer. I looked into his eyes and tried my best to mouth the word “please”. For him to stop and reconsider. “What’s that? If you want something, speak up.” I tried, but got shocked. I tried again, and got shocked again. With tears starting up, I tried to speak again, but was hocked into submission again. Chase was starting to lose interest: he could see that I didn’t want to go, and that was turning him off.

Regardless, he lifted me over his should and helped me into his car. He laid me in the back seat and we made it right on time to Corey’s apartment. Corey and his girlfriend had rented a small house, which had a garage attachment. Corey must have seen us driving up, because the garage door opened and Chase was able to back into it. At least I didn’t have to be carried across the lawn for the neighbors to see. As Corey was closing the garage door and nearing the car, Chase offered some words of advice, “Just go with it, man. Corey has some really cool equipment, but he doesn’t exactly like taking things slow for newbies.” That was it. He turned back towards the steering wheel, unlocked the car doors automatically, and never said another word. He never promised that I would be okay, that Corey wouldn’t hurt me. Corey opened the car door and lifted me over his broad shoulders. He leaned back in to tell Chase to be back at 8:00 AM Monday to pick me up, otherwise the garage door would stay closed until Tuesday. That wasn’t good. Chase was never good with keeping appointments, and if his mind was as unorganized as his room then I may have a problem.

Corey walked to the wall (with me on his shoulder) and opened the garage door. Chase drove off, not looking back even once. Corey close the garage door and walked us into his house. His girlfriend was out until Wednesday for a sorority event, and the house was not connected to any other units. Great. Alone and half-naked in leather and a shock collar with a stranger-friend where no one can help or hear me. Please remember to be on time, Chase. After all, I know where you live.

Re: New Apartment

Postby tiednw » Thu Mar 14, 2013 2:07 am

Awesome continuation!

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Thu Mar 14, 2013 9:13 pm

This was all going too fast for me. Just yesterday I was moving into a new apartment to room with a friend. Now I find out that he and his former roommate had… something going on. Something having to do with ropes and leather and shock collars and who knows what else. I knew Corey, but didn’t know him that well to feel comfortable with whatever he had planned. “Don’t worry,” he said. He must have noticed how much my breathing had increased. He held me on his shoulder and carried me into his new house. Most of the house was already set up, with just a few boxes to the side of the room. He walked to the center of the living room and set me down on the floor, with me still tied in a Frogtie.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You will sleep here tonight and spend all of tomorrow doing what I ask of you. If Chase remembers to pick you up, then you will go home in one piece with him Monday morning. During your stay here, you will not be harmed in any way that would permanently damage your body. I am using you to test out my routine for Chase eventually. We have something more special, and I’d like to have everything down perfect before I use anything on him.

“For tonight, you will sleep in a sleepsack, which is a tight sleeping bag. If you want the shock collar off, nod your head up and down now.” I did so. “That is fine. We have a lot planned for tomorrow, and I want you to be as comfortable as you can.” He removed the shock collar, reminding me to only speak when spoken to. I stayed silent. “It’s getting late, and I want you energized for tomorrow.” He pointed to a dog mat on the floor (my apartment didn’t allow pets, so I guess another reason Corey moved was so he could get a dog. Looks like he found one). I couldn’t exactly move, still being bound and all, so he untied the ropes connecting my ankles to my thighs and retied them so my elbows bent and my wrists were now tied to my biceps. My legs were still left bound ankle to thigh, so I looked even more like a dog now. The carpet was soft enough for me to crawl towards the bed. Once there, he took a thick chain that was dead-bolted to the floor and a collar and locked the collar around my neck. It was a leather collar, about one or two inches thick, and now had a padlock fixed to it. He held the key in front of my face and said that he was going to bed. He stood and walked to the room across from me and (keeping the door open, I guess to hear me) he stripped nude and crawled into bed.

Wow. Just, wow. I was bound in doggie position with rope, chained to the floor with a thick color on, and wearing a leather jockstrap and harness. I wanted to jack off so bad, but I couldn’t reach down far enough to do anything. I flipped over as quietly as I could and started humping the dog mattress, getting pretty close to climax. Before knew what had happened, Corey had grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my onto my back. “No,” was all he said. He looked down, back up to my face, and said it again, “No”. I could tell he was frustrated, but more disappointed than angry. He went over to one of the boxes and pulled out a chastity device, a CB-6000s. Now, my nub was small but I never considered myself small enough for the smaller model of the device. He took my package into his hands and had me locked in chastity within a few minutes. No pinching or any discomfort. Just expert handling of his dog. He gave me another stern look, almost daring me to jack off now, and walked back into his room. The whole time he had been naked. I could feel my member trying to grow in the small cage, but all I could do now was rub the cage against my leather jockstrap. From the articles that I had read online, I knew I would have trouble staying asleep with the cage on. With that in mind, I closed my eyes to the weirdest Saturday I had ever had.

Re: New Apartment

Postby tiednw » Fri Mar 15, 2013 2:05 am

Nice part again!

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Mar 18, 2013 7:44 pm

Sunday morning:
Sure enough, I had not slept well. Woke up several times to a pulsing (wanna-be) hard-on. Nothing I could do, though. I was more concerned with what Corey had planned for today. All day long, I was his, and maybe longer if Chase missed the pickup time tomorrow. Tomorrow seemed so far away. Corey must have heard my chain rattling, as he was at my side in quickly, still nude, and sporting some morning wood (lucky). “Eager to start early, are we? It’s only 7 a.m.” Yep. Tomorrow kept getting farther and farther away.

He left and came back a few minutes later after a shower. He was wrapped in a towel when he returned, again just to check on me, then went back to his room. He came out wearing a cop uniform, a leather one at that. Short-sleeved shirt, form-fitting chaps (with just a leather jock underneath), fully equipped utility belt (except for the gun and taser), and a leather cap. If not for this chastity device, I would have broken in the new dog mat. So both Corey and Chase seemed to have a thing for leather. “Wow, Sir” I managed to say. Probably the first words I had said to him.

“Thank you. Look pretty sharp yourself,” he said back. “Today I will take you through a few drills I plan on using on Chase. Feedback is appreciated, when you can give it.” Implying a gag. Sure enough, he produced a muzzle head harness for me to wear. It was a snug fit, leaving my mouth cinched, open airway for my nose, and complete vision. At least until he placed a blindfold over me. Once blind and mute, he unbound my arms (which were killing me by now, and felt so good to move). He gave me a minute to relax and pulled out the handcuffs from his utility belt. I felt the cold metal clasp my hands in front of me and he led me to his garage, which wasn’t too cold for 7 a.m.

Once there, he stopped me, closed the door, and uncuffed my hands so that he could make room for the leather restraints. One for each hand, and I could feel how thick they were on me. Each restraint had a chain linked to it, and I heard the garage door motor turn on and thought he was going to display me (clad in leather, muzzled and blindfolded) to his neighborhood. “Relax. I’ve hooked up the motor to pull the chains instead of opening the door”. As he said it, my arms were pulled taught until I was standing in a “Y” formation. “Now the games start. First game: The Quiet Game. Go for one hour without making any noise. You’re at an advantage with that muzzle. But the second I hear you make noise, the game is over and I win. The first of us the win two out of the three games wins. The winner decides on whatever they want to do next. Didn’t seem to tough. But then again, he could do just about anything to me.

I felt his hands touch my side. “Game 1 starts now.” He tickled me up and down my chest and abs. I tried not to move, but after a minute twitches turned into jerks which turned into spasms which turned into flails. My legs started to kick, and I must have come close to hitting him because he stopped. He moved back into the house and returned, strapping my feet together with two more leather restraints. There must have been a bolt or hook in the floor because I could not move my feet that much, even when I lifted my body up and tried to kick. He went back to tickling me, and before long I let out a long burst of laughter. Muffled by the muzzle, but still loud enough for him to hear me and stop tickling. “That was too easy. Why don’t we call it a mulligan and let you have that as a practice round, newbie? Remembers what happens for the winner” He gave me a few minutes to breathe. By the time he started tickling me again, I was determined to beat him at his own game. The cards were stacked against me, but I would not back down.

The blindfold came off, and he stood in front of me. I could see he was a little annoyed I had not squeaked. “Fine. We still have forty minutes, which is plenty of time to make your squeal like a pig.” I did not like his tone. He moved behind me and I heard an odd sound, like something cutting through the air. Then I felt the paddle. It had indents and markings on it, so it must have been from a fraternity he was in or something. I almost let a yelp escape. He looked back at me, then gave me a few more swats. I don’t know how I did it, but I lasted another ten minutes before he stopped. He moved in front of me again, “Seriously. I’m trying to start your morning nice, but you’re making it hard on me. Hard… That’s it” He went back into his room (how much gear did he have stashed in there) and retuned with a stand and an odd device. He knelt down in front of me to remove the chastity device, lubed my flaccid guy up, and slid the odd device over it. He hooked it up to a stand and stood up. “This will vibrate and give you a wonderful sensation. Last chance before I turn it on…” The way I saw it, he was determined to win his Quiet Game, and if I lost this round and got to cum, then I’d just have to try harder during the next two games. Maybe I’d have better odds than being strung up and toyed with. He flipped a switch and the device began to vibrate, pulsing between smooth rumbling and rougher movements.

He smiled and stepped back into the house. He left the door open, but he would be too far away to hear me make any minor noises. Which was a good thing because very quickly I found my previously-caged cock hard and ready to shoot. I let a few soft moans go, then looked to see if he was anywhere close. I tried to keep a mental clock running, and I had maybe ten more minutes before I won this round. Would he be spiteful and not let me cum when the round was over and I had won? The cockring had been steadily increasing in magnitude and I wanted so bad to release, but I had heard horror stories of post-cum torture. He walked back in, looked at my situation, then flicked the switch to another setting, which made the pulses go through the roof. As he walked back into the house, he shut the door. I thought he was giving up, but I didn’t last another minute before I shot. I hit the garage door in front of me with my build-up. But the pulses did not stop! How much time was left? Eight minutes at the most, I thought, I was having trouble remembering anything right now. I started to moan and groan, and eventually yelp as my cock had become my worst enemy. I couldn’t hold back any longer as I let out yell after yell (which I’m sure he heard through the door). The garage had plenty of stuff in it the keep most of the sound from being heard outside the garage, and I guess it was a good thing that the house was not connected others. Ten minutes of torment had passed now, but he still had not come in. I gave up, yelling louder so that he would hear me and know I had lost his game. Screw his game; I wanted out, now.

Re: New Apartment

Postby mikeybound » Tue Mar 26, 2013 6:23 pm

Pretty good, but flawed. He wasn't put in a sleep sack, and it was kinda hard to keep track of how his legs were tied.

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Thu Mar 28, 2013 7:41 pm

Thanks for the feedback. I'll work to make it better for future reads.

I had passed out. There was a point where I thought I could not take it anymore, and then a few minutes later of agonizing pain, I passed out. Like a wus. I’m not sure how long I was out, but I was able to drift off in thought for a bit. Enough to imagine Chase and I playing tie up, without Corey there to kink things up too much. As Chase had me tied spreadeagle on my mattress, just like he found me yesterday, I was preparing for the best wet dream ever. He stood over me, taking in what he saw, enjoying it. Then Corey woke me up. Cock-blocked.

I woke in a steel cage on the ground, back inside the house, in what must have been Corey’s room. I could see his bed and the door leading to the living room, but that was it. Along with all his boxes filled with who knows what. Oh, and I was completely nude. No leather, which also meant no restraints, other than the cage. Corey was at the front of the cage, with that paddle in his hand. At least that thing couldn’t reach me in here. He asked me if I had a nice nap, and that he thought it would be best to wake me when he saw how hard I was getting. I looked down, and there was nothing attached to my cock. No chastity device. No milking machine. Not even a jock strap. For the first time in a while, I didn’t want to stroke off. Not because I was naked in a strangers house in a steel cage. But because that milking machine has left a bad impression of jerking off. Like he said, I was starting to grow hard, probably from the dream about Chase and me back at our place.

“Since you failed the first challenge, you had better pick up your game for the next two rounds.” He lifted a plate for me to see; a sandwich, chips, and a Twinkie. “It’s almost 10, and you missed breakfast this morning after you passed out. Why don’t you take an early lunch, get your head in the game, and we’ll pick up with round.” He set the plate outside the cage, close enough for me to reach through the bars. Corey stood and walked out of the room. I reached for the plate and was about to start eating when I saw him come back into the room, carrying a box with gear in it. He set the box down in front of the cage and slid the plate out of reach. He told me to stick my hands through the bars, and that we would start the next round. I didn’t bother arguing, because I didn’t want to regret it later. Soon, I had leather mitts over my hands. He then pulled out several leather straps, which he used to cinch my forearms to my biceps, as well as cinch my calves to my thighs. He then pulled out the chastity cage and told me to roll to me side and move my junk close to the bars. It took some maneuvering, but two minutes later, I had the device around me dick again. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about any milking pains while I had it on.

“Round 2. I’m going to set the plate inside the cage with some water. You will have ten minutes for lunch. To win, all food must be eaten and all liquids drunk before time runs out. So don’t be a messy eater. You may find it hard to move, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. Remember. Fail here and I win the game. And I get to have even more fun with you.”

He stood, unlocked the cage to place the food and a doggie bowl with water. He closed the cage backed up, and sat on his bed. I gave him a focused look. I though to myself, “If I get out of here. No, when I get out of here, it’ll be your turn for the humiliation”. He said for me to begin, and I tore into that sandwich like I hadn’t eaten in days. On all fours, up on my elbows and knees, I eat as much as I could get my mouth around. Fortunately I saw a clock next to his bed, so he couldn’t lie or change the time if, no, once I started to win. The sandwich, peanut butter and jelly, was easy to down. I look between the chips and the water, up at him, and started on the chips. These were a bit harder to eat since I had to work my mouth around an entire chip before eating it, or I risked part of it breaking and having to go back for it later. Eight minutes left, and I had half of the chips remaining. I started to get a little lightheaded, must have been eating too fast. Too little time to slow down, so I’d have to bear the stomachache later.

Soon, after all of the chips were gone, I started lapping up the water. The bowl appeared clean on the inside, but boy was that a lot of water. I grew even more lightheaded, and the room started to grow fuzzy. Six minutes left, according to the bedside clock, and I had a lot of water still to go. I looked up at Corey to see him smiling. I shook the sleepy sensation and kept going, drinking water like a dog, bound in his cage. What was with me? I had gotten some sleep last night (no thanks to that chastity device), and I just had a nap for an hour after the first round. So why was I still tired? Corey started to laugh, and he walked over to the cage. He knelt down beside me, while I tried to ignore him. I had to finish this round. I just had to. No way I was going to let him win. “Getting sleepy, are we? That’s what you expect when the Sandman makes your sandwich.” So he did drug the sandwich. Something strong enough to work quickly, but nothing too strong that it took immediate effect. He was determined to win his challenge and have me any way he wanted me, even if it meant cheating. He wanted me to know that I could try all I wanted, but he would always win.

Groggy, I had four minutes to finish what seemed like a never ending bowl of water. I laid my head down to take some breathes, and I half-expected the bowl to be full again. He egged me to keep going, saying that I was so close to winning. But he wouldn’t let me, that much I knew. After how he strode in and fixed that milking device to me during the last round, I expected him to pull out a bottle of water and pour it into the bowl right in front of my face. I lifted my head and kept going, changing from lapping to sucking. I looked up to see him start to get a little frustrated. He let me continue until I had three minutes left in the round, with only a little bit of water to go. He began fidgeting, moving a bit here and there trying to think of something. He moved to his knees and positioned his cock in front of the cock, moving closer so that now if was between the bars. He exhaled and let out a long stream of piss, hitting my face and then into the bowl when I moved out of the way. This guy was twisted. I was going to win fairly, despite his sleeping pills ground up in the peanut butter, and he still had to cheat.

“You would have been out by now if you have drank some of the water before the chips. Now, your bowl still has stuff in it and you’ve got just over two minutes to go. Chase never said anything about you and watersports, and I don’t expect you to start now.” With that, he stood and walked out the room, saying he needed to grab a towel to clean up the mess I made him make. Now what? I can let him win, and let him do who knows what to me. Or, I could, you know, drink his piss. He was right; Chase wouldn’t know anything about me doing this before. I did try touching my piss slit after a draining the hose a few years back, to taste my own piss just to try it. But I never caught the appeal. I thought back to what he had said about his “rules” for this round, and I’m pretty sure he had said liquids instead of just water. So did he have this as a failsafe even after the sleeping pills? Or was he just used to having guys drink piss from his bowl? It didn’t matter now.

I heard him coming back, and took a deep breath. The sleeping pills were taking a heavier effect, and I would be passed out with my head in the bowl soon. I moved the bowl to the center of the back of the cage, which was pressed against the wall. I wrapped my body around the bowl as best as I could, and then proceed to suck down as much of his piss as I could. It definitely had a taste, but not as disgusting as I had worked it up to be. He must have saw me defying him, because I heard him drop what he had brought and run to the cage. With my body blocking him, we could not pull the bowl away from me, not before I lapped up the last drops of his urine from that bowl. He was going to try pissing in it again, but I covered the bowl with my body, expecting to get hit by his stream any second now. But no. It never hit me, because it never left him. I was getting so woozy that I had trouble just keeping my eyes open.

“Fine. You win this round.” I smiled so big, but made sure he couldn’t see it. “Enjoy your nap, because when you wake up, you’re going to wish you had just let me win.” I didn’t care. I was awake for maybe a few more seconds, long enough to hear him storm out of the room. Long enough to know that I had beaten him this time. Long enough to know that it could be done, that I could win. But long enough to know I was in bigger trouble now more than ever. Maybe I could go back to my dream about Chase.

Re: New Apartment

Postby mikeybound » Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:41 pm

Victory!!!! I hope he gets to build on this. Maybe Corey will respect him?

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Thu Apr 04, 2013 8:24 pm

Note: there is a dice game in which the tie-up and position for the final round are determined by a roll. For this, I rolled for real and stuck with the outcomes of the dice. I’ve planned to adapt the story to the outcomes, but know that this part of the adventure is completely up to chance :)

One thing is certain: I was getting tired of passing out. Each time losing control as I fell back into sleep. Each time waking up in a new situation. But every time, I would get to dream of Chase. For those brief moments, which could last forever yet not long enough in dreamt-time, we would have fun. I started to wake, leaving that wonderful dream state in order to fight to win against Corey.

He was right there when I opened my eyes, waiting and smirking. I felt cold handcuffs holding my hands behind my back. I was sitting in a wooden chain, my feet cuffed to each of the front legs. I wasn’t wearing anything, again, and was starting to believe that Corey liked me that way. He was in normal gym clothes with shorts and a T-shirt. The clock read 3:00 p.m. We stared for a few seconds, and he could tell I was getting annoyed with his “games”. They definitely were not fair, and I wasn’t looking forward to having to beat this cheater for the final round. If he won, he could do whatever he wanted to me, which was strange since he has had every opportunity to do just that. But maybe Chase had made him promise to not do certain things to me, and this game was his way of forcing me into saying I was okay with whatever else he had planned. He stood up and brought out a sheet of paper and a pen.

“This last round is all up to chance,” he said. “There are three categories: Attire, Position, and Challenge. We both will select three for each category, and then take turns rolling dice to determine what happens next. For example, you could roll to be in full leather, hogtied position, and have 30 minutes to escape. Right now you are naked, handcuffed to a chair, and could have X number of minutes to escape. Since we both pick half of the possible choices, it should be fair; you pick stuff you like and I pick stuff I would like to see you in. I know the last two rounds haven’t been as fun for you as they were for me, and so this is your chance to even the playing field.” Finally, a fair game. Though he could just as easily use trick dice and claim that the game is still fair. He could pick some dastardly positions or challenges that even if the dice lands on them fairly, there would be no way of escaping. But not like I had much choice.

I asked him, “Do all of the challenges have to be escapes? Could we have other challenges like that dog bowl round or something else?” He nodded his head in agreement. “And once I win,” “If you win,” he interrupted, “Once I win, what happens? Do I still have to wait all night for Chase to pick me up tomorrow, or can we change the stakes?” He raised his eyebrows.

He replied, “Let’s design the attire, positions, and challenges, and then we will talk about reward for the winner. Anything is possible, so be as creative as you want. If I don’t have what we need if the dice roll that way, then I’ll run out and grab what we need, or make it. We have all afternoon, all of tonight, and some of tomorrow morning to have fun.” I thought long and hard about my choices. Anything, huh? Choose something fun, and risk having to cope with it until tomorrow. Choose a short escape timeframe, and risk losing and having all of that extra time at his mercy. I told him my attire interests:
1) baseball uniform with pants, shirt, and eye black grease marks
2) leather jockstrap, leather chaps and top harness
3) straitjacket top with a jockstrap.
I have wanted to try a straitjacket for a while, but never got around to it since it’s more of a two-person setup; I did make my own out of a long-sleeve shirt and belts, but it was never as secure as I wanted it.
His attire choices were:
4) nude (of course)
5) dog mitts, boots, butt plug, muzzle, and collar
6) business suit, tied, blazer, pants with belt, and shoes.

I was fine with all of the choices, though the butt plug threw me off a bit. He said that the straitjacket idea was more of a position, and that any position choice would be adapted to the straitjacket; hogtied would turn into legs locked in leather restraints, me set on my stomach on the floor, and the leg restrains hooked to the back of the straitjacket. Next were our choices for position (mine as 1-3, his as 4-6). He said that anything with handcuffs or locks would have the keys incorporated into the challenge. My first choices did not include gags or other items, which he said was fine, but that he would make sure his choices included them:
1) hogtied with rope
2) spreadeagled to bed with rope
3) hand taped, feet taped
4) handcuffed to the chair as I was, only with his socks taped into my mouth, blindfolded
5) immobilized/mummified in plastic wrap, taped, then placed in a sleepsack, with a bit gag (buckling)
6) his “special” bondage

He wouldn’t give me any details about his last choice, which I said was unfair. “Hope you don’t get it then. Of course, if I win, then expect to end up in that position anyway,” he replied. Last on our list were the challenges. He made sure to be creative with his choices:

1) 30 minutes to escape the position
2) 1 hour to escape the position
3) switch roles, reroll for new challenge
4) watch “Jeopardy” with him while bound in the position. For each wrong answer, 1 spanking with a paddle. For each correct answer, 1 less spanking. Money and difficulty had no weight.
5) “ice-locked” until the locks/key melted. (as interesting as this was, it did not seem like a challenge to me, other than having to endure the position until free)
6) same rules as #4, but for 1 minute of tickling and 1 minute strapped to the sucking machine.

He didn’t like my last challenge to change roles; basically, if I rolled a 3 for the challenge category, we would swap and he would be in my attire, position, and would roll for a different challenge. If he rolled a 3, it would be back to me, until one of us did not roll a 3. But he let me keep that choice, so long as I would stay handcuffed to the chair if he ended up having to take on my role. He would consider his victory my defeat; if he won his challenge, I lost the round, and the game. He looked over the list, asked if there were any changes I wanted to make, and then brought out a pair of dice.


He rolled the first die, getting a 3: straitjacket with jockstrap. My cock twitched at the thought of being bound in a straitjacket, and at least I wasn’t in the dog gear. He placed a second die in my mouth, held out a plate, and told me to roll. I spit out the die and it landed on a 5: mummified with a bit gag. He said that the straitjacket and jockstrap would stay on, but that my legs would be wrapped in plastic and taped, then zipped up in a leg sack. This was getting more and more interesting, and I was stiff at the thought. He noticed, grinned, and rolled for the challenge. I was also glad that I didn’t end up with the “special” bondage. For the last roll, we got a 3! His face paled. He grabbed the dice and rolled again (though I should have rolled this time), getting another 3. Now back to me. The tension was high. He rolled again, landing on a 2: an hour to escape the straitjacket leg sack and bit gag.

He stood up, triumphant that he did not have to endure his own game. I sat there thinking of how I was going to escape. I had an hour to break free of a straitjacket (which I had never been in) and a leg sack (which I had never seen). He went to his closet and pulled out a leather straitjacket (http://www.mr-s-leather.com/SJ050/essen ... acket.html) and the leg sack (http://www.mr-s-leather.com/SJ011/all-l ... -sack.html). The bit gag was next. He laid out all of the gear. One hour, let’s do this.


Note: the rolls were fun to do live. I set up the lists for each category, and got hard after each roll, especially after getting two 3’s in a row for the last category. It would have been interesting to see Corey tied up, but you enjoyed this piece and the future segments.

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Fri Apr 12, 2013 11:12 pm

No hope. He was not even halfway through the straps and I knew there was no chance for escape. The straitjacket was snug, not exactly restricting, but almost like a natural coat. He had uncuffed me from the chair and tossed the straitjacket to me. He helped get my arms through, and started cinching up each strap. The back straps we taught, and the sides and front loops were fixed. I could not lift my arms over my head for release, and now he was going for the crotch straps. I asked him if he would put a jockstrap or something on me, to keep from pinching. He said he almost forgot and that I had rolled for a jockstrap. He brought out the same leather jockstrap I had first worn when brought here, after Chase drove off. If only he could see me now.

The straitjacket was fully secure. Corey had me lie down on the floor so he could work on the leg sack. I kept thinking about 1) how he had all of this gear and 2) what his girlfriend knew. He started by wrapping my legs in plastic and then in duct tape. The leg sack was leather, just like the straitjacket. There were buckles that moved my legs together, and D-rings for other potential fun. I had rolled for “mummified”, but this sack could easily have rope added to more into a hogtie position.

“Almost done,” he said. He brought out a black rubber bit gag and fixed it to my mouth. It was pretty tight, but still left room for comfort. “You’ve got one hour to be completely naked and free of your restraints. Do whatever you have to do to escape.” He grinned, “good luck, and try your best to win.” He stood up and left the room. I could hear him rumbling in the kitchen. The straitjacket was not giving any. The leather was sticking to my sweaty body and I could barely wiggle my arms. I tried moving my legs apart, but no use. I didn’t need the whole hour to know that I couldn’t escape. Regardless, I spent the next twenty minutes putting most of my energy into just squirming my legs back and forth. The leather in the leg sack and its were too restrictive to allow me to bend my knees much, at least enough to stand up. I could sit up, move my arms back and forth, and that was about it. The drool in my gag had already started to flow out of my mouth, out of my control.

Corey came back in with a plate of bacon and eggs. He sat down in front of me, and the food smelled delicious. But until I saw him take a bite, I wasn’t about to eat another sleeping pill-laced meal. I rolled onto my stomach (partly to avoid the smell of his meal) to try a different angle to move about. No good. The leather and buckles were not giving. I turned onto my back and looked at him. “You still have 30 whole minutes. I wouldn’t waste a single second if I were you. Unless you want to admit defeat.” He finished his plate and walked back to his kitchen. A few minutes later he returned with an iPad, which had a few pictures pulled up. Each picture had a device that I had never seen before, but could tell that they were intended for some pretty kinky sex. “These are my ‘special’ bondage toys. Each one will send you to a headspace you never knew existed. This one here,” he pointed to a long cylinder-like object in one of the pictures, “will fit over your privates and jump between massage to stimulate to shock and other functions. I think you know it.” It must have been the same thing he used on me during the first round, the thing that got me to scream in ecstasy and agony as it milked me. I didn’t know it did other frightful things.

I started to get the picture. As he moved through explaining the basic functions of each device, I struggled more and more to escape from my situation. He had a device that clamped to your nipples, a device that crushed your balls, a device that looked like a jock cup and fit over your nose and mouth. He said that sensors had been programmed to release small scents from the inside of the cup, ranging from feet, piss, ball sweat, and even some real chloroform. The leather seemed to getting tighter as my anxiety increased.

Ten minutes left and he walked back and changed the iPad function to a countdown clock. He started a monologue about how there was plenty of time for him to use all the devices he had in on me. I started to plead, which through the gag came across as moans. He took it for moans of please, and made his promises even more kinky. I squirmed, shook, and tried to move as best as I can. The straitjacket hit a snag in the rug and by dumb luck, I was actually able to undo that strap. This seemed to be all of the slack I needed, because two more straps were loose enough to get them caught and undone in two minutes. If he was concerned that I would escape, he didn’t show it. He kept talking at the same pace about how he was going to give me the time of my life, even if I wasn’t going to be able to sit-down for a few days. At five minutes left, I had just managed to move the straitjacket around enough to slip one arm in and then out the back. He stuttered, then increased his speaking speed, almost daring me to defy him again. I reached and finally found something I could undo for the straitjacket. With a few movements, the straitjacket came off. I took out the bit gag, and a pool of drool slurped onto my chest.

Corey was speaking more forcefully. His devices kept getting more and more intense, and I thought he may be making some of them up. Three minutes left, and my hands flew over the buckles like a child opening presents on Christmas morning. I slid out of the sack, but had completely forgotten about the duct tape and the plastic wrap underneath. I started unwrapping faster and faster. I caught a few hairs that the plastic wrap had not covered. Corey went silent. I ignored him at first, moving as fast as my fingers would allow, until I looked up. He had a huge smile on his face. The iPad had ten seconds left! I moved frantically, trying to tear away what I could. He stood up and move behind me, counting aloud. “3…2…1…time!” I couldn’t believe it. I kept going, in shock that I had just lost. He told me to stop, to accept that he had won. I had to get free. I could still run for the door. All that was stopping me were a few wrap or duct tape and some plastic wrap around my ankles. Hell, I was about to stand up and start hopping for the door. He told me to stop. I didn’t He told me to stop. I kept going. He pulled my arms behind my back and handcuffed them, but these felt different. “First device for you, since you want to start your special treatment early by not listening to me. These are kind of opposite to a shock collar. If there is not a registered yell going on after I activate them, then they send out shock. This is your chance to vent out all of the hostility you apparently still hold for me. I’m setting them to ten minutes on the remote.”

He left the last of the duct tape around my ankles and walked out. I saw him press a remote control and immediately felt a strong shock.

Re: New Apartment

Postby mikeybound » Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:22 am

That cheater! There was nothing about tape and plastic wrap in the dice roll. If he points this out, there might be a shot of switching.

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Sun Apr 21, 2013 7:43 pm

I belted out scream after scream. The cuffs would send a shock every time I stopped to take a breath, and then it was right back to yelling. I yelled about how stupid I thought his game was, how I hated the fact that he could cheat and get away with it. Breathe. Shock. I yelled at him for taking advantage of me, and wished I had never let Chase tell him about my kinky side. Breath. Shock. But above all, I yelled about how I didn’t want to be here anymore and that I just wanted to go back to my apartment and hug Chase. After hearing that, he walked back into the room. He stood there, wearing a normal set of clothes: jeans, boots, grey t-shirt. He had car keys in his hands. Strange, I never saw a car when he had me in the garage earlier. He had a big smile on his face. I kept screaming at him all I could. It was getting tiring but felt good to let out everything I had been holding in about him and his dumb game. He was a filthy cheater and planned to have me lose from the start. When Chase found out tomorrow morning about how he had abused me, Chase would never let me near this place again.
When I asked him about the car keys, my voice getting a little sore by now, he said that they weren’t his. He stepped out into the hallway and came back in, shoving Chase to the ground. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and he fell straight onto me. He was wearing normal clothes, except for a black bandana wrapped around his eyes. Before I could yell anymore, Corey held up the remote and hit another button. The cuffs’ function must have been reversed because now they were shocking me anytime I yelled. Chase had a shock collar around his neck, and my guess was that he couldn’t talk to me either. But he must have known it was me, because after he landed on me he didn’t fight to get back up or turn around; he settled in and laid his head down onto my chest.
Corey started to talk, “I’ve had this house bugged with cameras and sound. One of the perks of being a computer major. Chase, here, has had full access to witness our games. He made me promise that he could watch to make sure you would be okay. And, I’m sure, to have something to beat off to.” Chase didn’t move. He didn’t make any motion to deny what Corey was saying. Had he really known this whole time what this monster has put me through? Corey continued, “Chase decided to end our agreement to pick you up tomorrow when you lost the last challenge and game. He drove over here and demanded that I release you. When I denied him and told him to sit back and watch, he tried to run past me and spring you free somehow. Now he’s going to go spend the night with us. I’ll still release you both tomorrow at our designated time, but until then I’m taking full custody of you both.”
Chase had started to move. He turned and settled on the ground next to me. There a slight smile on his face. Was he just happy to be next to me, or did he actually want to go through tonight’s torment? Corey said, “As you may have guessed, my girlfriend does not live here. We did move in together, but that didn’t last long when she realized she couldn’t handle the full thrills that I’ve come to enjoy, a few of which I’ve shared with you already. So she left, and now I have the place to myself. I had planned to use all of these challenges and gadgets on Chase, but I’m glad I got to test out the kinks, so to speak. So, for tonight’s agenda, we have a full array of fun planned. We’ll start with some classic bedroom torture, move towards some kinky shenanigans, and end with total bondage. Any objections?” Jerk. “Okay, then.”
He moved towards me and tore through the duct tape holding my feet together. We stood up, leaving Chase handcuffed on the ground, and he walked me out to the garage. He had a new device set up. It looked like a wooden stockade to hold a person’s head and hands. A chain hooked into the ceiling suspended it. There was also a set of chains and leather restrains to hold one’s ankles. He placed my head through the big hold, which bent my body over. He then undid the shock-cuffs and secured my hands. He dead-bolted the stock and went in front of me. Without the cuffs, I started to talk back to him. “If you hurt Chase, I’ll get you back. I’ll…” He stuffed a pecker gag down my throat. It filled in about three inches. He buckled it tight then moved behind me. I felt something touch my ass, then I felt something working its way in slowly. He told me he had a crank set up to revolve and push a dildo into me. The speed and intensity would escalate for the next hour, eventually working into a relentless pounding. I roared in protest. The crank must have been on a swivel because no matter where I moved it stayed with me, following my exposed, bent-over ass. He walked out of the garage, saying he finally was going to get to play with Chase the way he truly wanted to. He closed to garage door, and the machine kicked up a notch faster.

Re: New Apartment

Postby mikeybound » Sun Apr 21, 2013 9:00 pm

I can imagine predictable results once they're released. I'd like electro shock to be the first thing they do to that asshole.

Re: New Apartment

Postby tiednw » Mon Apr 22, 2013 1:23 pm

Nice! I'm hoping for double trouble bondage! Maybe a twin mummification?

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Fri Apr 26, 2013 3:17 pm

A living hell. Instead of a cycle of high and then low pounding, the machine Corey had hooked me up to was constantly revving up. The good news was that I would make it. The bad news is that I probably would not be sitting down for the next week without wincing. The lube on the dildo was consistent, and every few minutes it would disperse a new coat by what I can only describe as cumming into my ass. It then let the pounding motion apply the new coat. Another one of Corey’s little gimmicks. The first time he had me in the garage he hooked my penis up to a vibrating milker. Now I was getting worked from the other angle. I was getting tired of his machines.

Forty-five minutes in, I thought I heard something from inside the house. It sounded like some shuffling and yelling. The machine then cranked up another notch, and the pounding motion of the dildo and the churning gears flooded any other noises I may have heard. The penetration was excruciating. Every few minutes the machine would cum inside me, which humiliated me even more when I reached my next orgasm. My sperm hit the garage door one of those times. And since I was bent over in the wooden stocks, one of those times shot in my own face. It was warm and quickly firmed on my face. Fifty minutes in, and the door to the house opened. It was Chase! He had lost his shirt, still wearing his jeans. His chest and back were layered with whip marks, which made him look super masculine and cool as he walked to me. He switched off the fucking machine and removed the gag in my mouth.

I started, “Chase, what’s going on? Where is Corey? And what the hell took you so long?!” He smiled back; there’s that smile I missed. He said that before he came over and got captured, he had called some friends for help. They had just snuck into the house and had wrangled Corey into the cage. He said that Corey was now stripped naked and handcuffed, wearing his shock collar if he made any noise. I wanted to see him in that humiliating position so bad. I told Chase to let me go so I could spit in Corey’s face and then we could get out of here. Chase’s smile left, and what he tried to replace it with I knew was a fake one.

“There’s a problem,” he said, “While I did save you from another ten minutes of relentless fucking from this machine, and the rest of tonight and tomorrow morning under Corey’s thumb, I’m afraid I can’t save you from what’s about to come next.” He moved behind me. I got nervous, trying to move my head around to see but the stock was keeping me fixed forward. I asked him, “Wait. If you called your friends for help, then why didn’t you just wait for them? Why did you get here early?” So he could be captured, of course. He must have been so happy to have found me tied spreadeagle on my air mattress this morning. Not just because he could have fun with me. But because I shared at least some of his kinks. Chase was now completely behind me.

“The people who came to help me had one condition. I told them everything that has happened so that they knew what to expect and how to catch Corey without putting you in harms way. These are some friends that I have grown fond of, and we have connected through a small group of others. We enjoy tying each other up and having fun. They made me promise that they could initiate you into their group.” My cock twitched. “After I told them all about you, they said you wouldn’t mind but they still need your consent. Tonight they will take full advantage of you. Less penetrative and sexual than what Corey has been doing to you. More along the lines of tying you up, seeing if you escape, and proving a fun and safe way to expand your horizons. What do you say?”

I thought long and hard. I had a choice in the matter, finally! Instead of constantly having to struggle and fight with Corey for my rights. They sounded like nice enough people who might let me go even if I said no. But I wanted to explore more than self-bondage ever could for me. I also wanted to interact with Chase and learn about his kinks. Maybe they even let me give Corey some payback. “Okay. I’m in. But no anal, at least not for a long time.”

Chase stay behind me. He said that since he had gotten me into this mess that he would go through anything that happened to me tonight. He left the room to summon his friends. Three new people walked in front of me with Chase. I recognized one of them from class. “Hi,” I said, “I don’t normally look like this. But I would like to join your group.” They all seemed like nice guys, and moderately good looking. Each one of them introduced themselves and they asked what I would like to try first. I said that the straitjacket had been my favorite so far.

They released me from the stocks and chains. One led me to the bathroom to take care of some much-needed business. When I came out another one of them had made a plate with a sandwich and chips. I backed up, thinking they were about to drug me and put me through another challenge. The third one walked up and reminded them of the challenge I had gone through and to make something else. The second guy apologized and was back in a few minutes with a bowl of chicken noodle soup he popped in the microwave. It tasted delicious. After finishing my dinner I asked if I could see Corey. The third guy looked hesitant, but then said it would be fine. And with that, I stood and went to see my previous captor.

Re: New Apartment

Postby mikeybound » Sun Apr 28, 2013 7:31 am

This was a triumph. I don't normally get invested in these characters!

Re: New Apartment

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Apr 29, 2013 6:49 pm

Thank you for the amazing feedback. Below is my last installment for this story. I'm grateful for the response it has gotten, and cannot wait to work on more stories. Enjoy:

There he was. Naked, cuffed, and collared in his own cage. His eyes grew furious when he saw me walk in, free as a bird. I bet he never would have guessed all that happened tonight and where he would end up. Then again, neither did I. I was happy to be free of his malicious devices. Free to play with Chase and his friends. But more so, free to rub it in Corey’s face.

These people had promised never to abuse my boundaries as he had, never to put me in a position I did not want. Never to force me to compete for my rights. They would challenge me, yes, but on a much more pleasant base. No shock collars, sleeping pills, or fucking machines. Just good old’ fashioned fun. They told me that they had their tie-up events at each member’s house on a rotating basis. Chase had hosted the last one and that Corey had not attended. They remarked that he must have been here at his apartment working on his perverted devices.

“Don’t call them that,” I said, almost out of instinct. “He may have some pretty dark stuff going on, but the basics of your group are still there. Granted, I wished I had been immersed in your world a little more gently,” I shot him a glare, “but a part of me enjoyed today’s events.”

One of them retorted, “You can’t be serious? Out of all of the things Chase said he has done to you? Not to mention all of the worse things he had planned.”

I responded, “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”. With that, each of Chase’s friends got the message. They back out of the room, leaving me alone with Corey. I heard some murmuring before Chase stormed in. He was adamant that I leave with him and his friends right now. I said he could pick me up tomorrow, that I still had an obligation to stay the night with Corey. His face was white. “If this is the kind of stuff you are into, then we have a lot to talk about,” he said.

“Not all of this stuff is what I’m into. But I do enjoy some of it. And I would be happy to talk with you about all of it. I want you to be comfortable with my desires and interests.” I turned to him. “The cameras are still linked to your feed at the apartment, and you’re welcome to keep watch over me for the entire night.” That seemed to calm him down a bit. “Now that he’s been brought down a few pegs and humbled, I think tonight is going to play out very differently. When you leave, I’m going to have a long chat with him about my expectations, my limits, and my agenda for the rest of tonight and tomorrow morning.”

He lowered his head in thought. He stared at Corey, and then looked back to me. “Have fun”, was all he said. He smiled, then got ready to leave the apartment, his friends must have already left because the place was silent. I asked him to stay. He was a bit taken aback, but agreed and waited in the living room (sitting on the dog bed I had first slept on). I knelt next to Corey, still bound in his cage. His demeanor had changed from when I first walked in. What was rage and contempt was now more admiration. He was obviously still nervous about what was going to happen, but he seemed to be interested to find out.

I reached in to remove the collar, and he held his tongue. We had a long (about 30 minutes) discussion about what had happened today. He apologized for the extremes he had done. I knew he was more sorry for getting caught, and since he knew the cameras were still rolling. But I let it slide. I then changed the topic to what I proposed would happen for the rest of tonight: simultaneous bondage challenges, in which both of us would undergo three new challenges throughout the evening and next morning. Chase would be the arbitrary referee, and would ensure that both players had equal odds. Corey thought hard. “Not much choice if I say no, huh?” he said, moving his bound hands.

“You have every right to back out. If you don’t want this, you can stay locked up in your cage, while Chase and I have some tie-up fun on your bed. You’ll remain bound and caged because we made a deal for me to stay the night, and I wouldn’t want you trying to take advantage of me. Again.”

He thought some more. He may have been trying to devise a counter plan to escape early and overpower Chase while I was still bound. Or he may have been fantasizing about Chase and me on his bed playing. Or who knows what. All that mattered was that he agreed to play by my (fair) rules. I stood up and walked out of the room to Chase. I explained my plans for the night, and he seemed a bit eager to be the referee now that he had had a chance to see all of the superior gear Corey had lying around the apartment. Aside from rope and a pair of handcuffs, he probably had never been this close to so much kinky gear. And to him, it was less about the gear and more about the tie-up.

I made him promise to give fair odds, and to let go of what Corey had done. He was getting a clean slate for tonight, which meant equal odds for the challenges. No extra knots, no additional restraints. Plus, it would be great practice to not only have two different people to tie-up, but also to see how two different people respond to his knots and restraint methods. We went back to Corey’s room, and all three of us discussed openly what we wanted to happen. Which challenges to try, positions and restraints to attempt. We finished the night with interesting results:

I had won the first challenge (a standard hogtie), while Corey had escaped from his straitjacket earlier than I did for the second challenge. I’ll admit that I did take more than my fair share of time enjoying the straitjacket rather than working on a way out. Chase devised the final challenge as a long-term one: spreadeagled for the night, with each of us having our own chastity devices on (the first kinky thing Chase had suggested, no, demanded).

Corey was tied across his bed, while I was bound to my air mattress (he had had plenty of time to get it during the early part of the second round when we were both in straitjackets, legs bound with leather ankle restraints and tied to each other’s. If one of use escaped during the night, then they switched with Chase. After he had us nude, roped, and cock-caged, he added blindfolds for each of us. The ropes were moderately tight. I struggled for a bit, then gave up and tried to get some sleep. What I guessed was a few hours later, I woke to hear Corey laughing. Chase must have been tickling him to keep him from escaping, or just because he could. To keep things fair, he made his way to me (or was it Corey?) and I got my fair share of tickling. Next morning, I had not escaped. Turns out that Corey did in fact escape during the night, and he got to rope Chase to his bed. But Chase, being the expert at tie-up that he is, was not tied down for long. They told me that when he escaped and switched with Corey again, that the tickling was Chase’s way of saying he would always win, at least at this challenge.

For the next few months, I enjoyed my remaining semesters at college practicing tie-up with Chase and Corey. We went to regular meetings with Chase’s friends from before. We would work our way towards the more intense things, but never got as fully intense as what Corey had put me through that first night, which he did apologize honestly for later. All in all, I had a great time.

Re: New Apartment

Postby NemesisPrime » Mon Apr 29, 2013 6:56 pm

Looks like everthing got "tied up" in the end!

Great story and I look forward to more of your stories!

Suggestion: more straghtjacket bondage please!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: New Apartment

Postby mikeybound » Mon Apr 29, 2013 9:11 pm

It did feel a bit rushed, and Corey didn't seem to get his karma in the end. It was a great series.

Re: New Apartment

Postby tiednw » Tue Apr 30, 2013 1:10 pm

I liked your story. Looking forward to more stories!

Re: New Apartment

Postby kkoomm » Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:01 am

Very cool :)
I like your writing!