Ambush (m/m)

Postby ConnerMacManus » Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:06 pm

The door was ajar and a thin stream of dim light illuminated from within. I smirked as I sauntered closer to the threshold, peering through the crack with voyeuristic intent. Daryl stood before a long mirror, stretching a pair of nylons up along his thin legs and over his groin. He was otherwise nude and even in the poor lighting I could make out the definition of his taut, lithe, frame. I could feel a stirring in my trousers as I watched him admire himself, vainly stroking his cock through the sheers. Daryl and I both possessed our fetishes and a week prior we agreed to explore them freely. We spoke in depth about his affinity for cross-dressing and I spent many nights perched upon his nylon-clad legs, fondling his prick through the sheers. It was intense to see how much it turned him on, how swollen he would become beneath my palm as I kneaded him through the thin fabric.

It had been a week since our conversation and I had not yet alluded to my own kinks. Although he was curious, he could tell that I remained guarded and was probably mustering the courage to confront me at some point. However, as I stood behind the door with several yards of cotton rope slung over my shoulder, I knew his curiosity would be quenched long before he expected. I settled my hand on the doorknob as his neck was craning back in ecstasy. Daryl was working himself into a frenzy and was oblivious to my presence. I could feel the tips of my ears burn scarlet as he began to elicit moans, coaxing himself swiftly to an orgasm. Before he could manage a climax, however, I threw an arm around his chest and roughly clasped my hand over his mouth.

A shriek erupted from his throat and he screamed into my palm. The vibrations of his lips against my hand excited me and I held him fast against my chest, breathing in the subtle sweetness of his raven locks. He was rigid in my grasp as I guided him backwards towards the bed, still not revealing my identity. Daryl had been so preoccupied by his erection that he must not have seen my reflection in the mirror. I was amused by how vulnerable he was, thrilled to feel his thundering heart beneath my arm. He was truly terrified and I was not ready to reveal myself yet. I was confident he would come to the conclusion soon enough but I wanted to drag out his fear for as long as possible...it is what turned me on the most.

I drove him fiercely into our mattress, pressing his head into the pillow threateningly. Daryl seemed to be paralyzed in fear, so stunned that he could not bring himself to peer over his shoulder. He remained stiff as a board as I began to snake a yard of the soft rope around his slender wrists. He was heaving rapidly into the pillow as I threaded more rope under his arms and around his elbows, bringing them as close together as possible before cinching the knot. I gasped as I watched the musculature in his back ripple; I could feel the crotch of my denims tighten as he began to struggle meekly. Daryl was a natural submissive and I could not tell whether he knew it was me yet because he played the role so well. Partially because it was an inherent trait of his, an intense inner desire to be dominated.

Placing one hand firmly on his back, I reached into my pocket and produced a bandana. I lightly grasped a fistful of his dark hair and lifted his head just enough to position the folded fabric around his eyes. This seemed to rattle him to the core. Suddenly he began to buck madly beneath me, driving his nylon covered ass deep into my groin. I exhaled and attempted to regain composure as I finished knotting the folded material behind his head. I rolled off of him after he was blinded and upon feeling the absence of my weight, he flipped onto his back and his quivering lips parted in fear.

“Bri?” he questioned, his tone wavering, “Wh-who..”.

Before he could inquire further, I produced two more handkerchiefs from my pocket and wadded them into his gaping mouth. His adam's apple lurched initially as I crammed them past his teeth, causing his cheeks to inflate. Immediately his tongue began to work to push them out but I roughly grabbed his face in warning and retrieved a belt that was slung over the headboard of our bed. I typically used my belt to spank him but now I looped it around his head, drawing it tight over his lips to ensure the makeshift gag remained in place. It looked sloppy but the sight of his cheeks bulging beneath the fine Armani leather only fueled my own erection. His head bobbed side to side in protest and I simpered cruelly before leaning over the bed. From beneath the box frame I drug out a shallow storage bin which contained more rope, copious rolls of tape, and various methods of torture. Daryl rolled idly around on the mattress as I chose some thin, rough, hemp to bind his ankles. I sat backwards on his thighs as I worked on his feet, grinding into his slowly deflating cock, hoping to rekindle his formerly raging hard on. I felt its hard tip promise against my ass as I worked, almost challenging my verdict not to let him cum this evening.

Remaining resolute to my convictions, I began to tie the twine around both of his big toes through the nylon to further instill his helplessness. Of course, these actions were only preliminary. In my mind I envisioned rendering him utterly immobile, dominating him to the deepest extent of my desires. Once his feet were effectively bound for the time being, I relieved his thighs of my weight once more and noticed his forced boner still remained in attention. Through the thin sheers I could still see the contours of his prick, every pulsating vain and the pronounced bulb that lead to his raw, tender, slit. I could not resist rubbing the nob of his steadily rising prick, feeling beneath the pad of my thumb the pre-cum that began to seep from its reddening tip. Beads of sweat began to form at his temples as his nerves and arousal simultaneously spiked.

“Whore,” I hissed amusedly beneath my breath, watching as a small stain appeared on the mesh where I had touched him.

Re: Ambush (m/m)

Postby ConnerMacManus » Thu Jan 16, 2014 10:03 pm

Although I could not see his eyes, I could still sense his terror by the soft trembling of his muscles. My hand fell upon my crotch and I massaged myself as I looked upon my victim, gleefully bearing my teeth as I pondered his plight. He began to emit whimpering sounds through his gag as my fingers ghosted along his bare chest, the tips of my nails brushing along his diamond-cut tits. I felt the small buds harden beneath my touch. It was astonishing how Daryl's body betrayed him, how aroused he could become even in the face of danger. There was a lingering doubt in my mind that he knew it was me but I cast it aside in order to preserve my excitement.

My gaze settled upon the heap of cotton ropes that sat coiled at my side. Although I was sadistic in regards to his feet, I wanted Daryl to remain relatively comfortable because ultimately, I wanted this to be something we could both enjoy. We never spoke of bondage specifically but each time I have clutched at his wrists in our past escapades, I noticed he was always quicker to cum. This may have been something he would have initially been reluctant to try but I knew he wanted it, perhaps even more than I did. So I continued to bind him, knotting the remaining yards of rope at his bound ankles before wrapping up towards his knees. I still wanted Daryl to be able to bend if need be so I decided early on not to tie up to his thighs just yet.

Now he was urging the back of his head into the pillow, moaning so loudly that his jugular appeared prominent in his neck. After I finished tying his calves, I mounted him once again, coming crotch to crotch, my lips hovering over his expanded cheeks. I cupped them in my hands and breathed upon him, allowing smoldering air to wash over his face. This caused him to writhe beneath me in discomfort. I could tell by his fearfully arched brows that he could feel my prick stiffen against his own. Although I was wearing jeans, I felt my cock urge against the thin black cotton of my briefs. I drew away from him quickly and continued to sit on his legs, admiring how his swelling balls and engorged prick were threatening to rip the nylons. I wondered how many of them he had destroyed while exploring his fetish,; I wondered how many stained and torn sheers were hidden in the nooks and crannies of our flat. I would find them all and stuff his mouth until it burst, make him taste his week old cum until he had his fill.

Daryl tried to bend his torso upwards and I cackled, wondering if he truly thought he could escape. This ounce of bravery almost scared me, left me fearing how quickly he would get himself killed if he truly were in a hostage situation. I shoved him back onto the mattress and pinched his nostrils together, depriving him of breath just long enough to subdue him. His black hair was scattered, a sweaty disarray as he shook his head, fighting for air that only I could grant him. His cheeks grew flush and I let him breathe again, watching in fascination as his nostrils flared vigorously. I heard more garbled moans beneath the cruel gag I had given him and for good measure, I gave the tail of the belt a hard yank.

Now he lay beneath me, breathing in a panic through his nose, probably wondering when he would be deprived of oxygen again. I felt a pang of guilt and searched his obscured face for any threatening signs of real distress. For a moment I contemplated untying him and apologizing. And then, of course, he thrust his legs upward in a swift, angry, motion, digging forcefully into my groin. It was the first act of true defiance and I knew that he would be alright, I knew I could push him further. Or at least, that was what I was reassuring myself. I was too hopelessly aroused to turn back now. He was too hot beneath all of the ropes to just release him on a whim...to release him because he was too scared. We both consented to each other exploring our kinks and this was how I chose to do it.

When the whimpering finally subsided with a defeated grunt, I persisted to re-enforce the bondage on his arms. Although they were tied sturdily behind his back at the wrists and the elbows, I began to wrap another yard or two of rope around his chest, further pinning his arms to his back. I was conscious to leave his pecks accessible as I continued to bind him, not wanting to numb any of his most erogenous areas. This was the ultimate key to domination, to make him crave my touch, whether I was his boyfriend or a complete stranger. I wanted him not to care. I wanted him to want me and the bondage so bad that his only reality would be his own desperate plead for release, for a gushing ejaculation, to soak his nylons through the sheets.

The rope ended at his navel before I cinched it off at the rope that clasped his wrists together. I knew I could not keep him in this position for too long so I wanted to take full advantage of its inconvenience. How he must feel that dull ache in his arms beneath those ropes...those treacherous ropes that threatened his circulation and began to chafe if he struggled too much. He now looked like a worm wiggling beneath me, creating small bucking motions that nearly resembled gyrations. I laughed at the sight before coming upon my knees, urging my denims down my thighs. My own cock was unfathomably hard, so stimulated that it was beginning to rise towards my chest. I pet it as if I were taming a serpent, stroking it gruffly, appeasing it before it could have its inevitable and explosive glory.

“My poor pet...,” I murmured, peeling away the nylons to release Daryl's erection.

I began to edge him and myself, finding comfort upon his heavily bound legs as I masturbated us both. I closed my eyes as I slide my hand along our wet, glistening, pricks. How close he would come to what he was yearning for. And yet, how far he would be. The frustration would make him pliable, obedient in ways that I could not yet conceive. As I felt both of our pricks growing beneath my touch, I was only further encouraged as his agonized groans began once more. It was an erotic chorus and I continued to tease him until I brought him so close to the edge that the desire to cum would consume him.

Re: Ambush (m/m)

Postby mikeybound » Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:55 am

This was fantastic! I can't wait for the next part.

Re: Ambush (m/m)

Postby gagged-cowboy » Fri Jan 17, 2014 12:02 pm

Wow, amazing story. Please continue :-)

Re: Ambush (m/m)

Postby tiednw » Sun Jan 26, 2014 2:48 pm

Nice start

Re: Ambush (m/m)

Postby ConnerMacManus » Thu Feb 06, 2014 6:19 pm

Daryl's cheeks burned red as he was undoubtedly humiliated by his arousal. His hips bucked into my grasp in want; he was unable to contain himself. It was clear that Daryl was in his element, even if he didn't want to be. By the looks of it, his testicles were churning and there were just scarce moments between him and an orgasm. “So quick to come”, I teased inwardly, knowing well that if I were in his position, my spunk would have been coating the ceiling ten minutes ago. Yet, as his master, I released my grasp and I could already see him deflate in bewilderment. He had been so worked up that it appeared he nearly forgot the reality of the situation, that he did not quite know who exactly trussed him up and started jacking him off. I was amazed as I sat before him, gawking at the power I possessed. I knew it was not virtuous to be smug but nothing quite compared to having this control over Daryl, telling him when he could cum, denying him the only thing his mind and body craved.

My ears pricked at the exotic sound of his body rustling in the ropes. He was exploring his bondage now, searching for flaws that he would never find. My technique was meticulous because I had practiced several times on my own body, working and reworking knots until I needed to slash the ropes to free myself. This night had been in the making for quite some time and see him so helpless was the sweet gratification I had been pining for. To watch him sweat and cry beneath me was realizing an image I have dreamt of for weeks. Every time I was inside of him I was thinking of this moment and this moment would never fail to bring me to my peak.

Wanting to be closer to him, I slunk off the bed and re-emerged behind him. I pushed his rigid body forward and positioned myself at his back. I could feel the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck lift as I furled my bare legs around his bound figure, constricting him further as I flexed my muscles. I love how I could do anything to him, play with him however I wanted and he could only marinate in his own submission. I shifted him between my thighs, mindful to settle his exposed ass as close to my prick as possible. My cock nestled against his crack and that drove him wild, causing his body to tense in my grasp. I threw my arms around him and held him unspeakably tight, my teeth falling upon his shoulder as he exerted any remaining adrenaline that he possessed. I felt him strain beneath me and my dick started to twitch, teasing the crease of his ass in anticipation. However, at the moment, I was content holding Daryl. I loved to feel him struggle.

Whether it was the crushing weight on his ribs or the security of being held, Daryl finally stopped fighting after a few more long, strenuous, moments. To feel him fall limp in my arms was a victory in itself. I had overpowered him, successfully drained him of his will. It was as if he was beginning to relent to his bondage. Yet, I remained clutching him, musing if this was a feigned submission. I occupied myself my nibbling on one of his earlobes, tasting his most sensitive areas that he was often too ticklish to endure. He always pulled away in a fit of laughter when I ever tried to kiss his neck and now he had no choice. I could hear a pathetic growl through his thick gag as my tongue drove down the length of his neck. Daryl tucked his head inward and tried to pull away but struggling was futile. My legs were clamped securely around his waist and my arms around his heaving abdomen.

He was wracked with laughter as my writhing, wet, muscle explored every area that ropes did not cover. I tasted him liberally, grinning against his flesh as he jerked in discomfort. It was interesting that someone could laugh even if they were scared shitless. His poor body, bound as harshly as it was, was suffering most indignantly as it became a victim to my tongue's greedy assaults. Daryl began to thrash as I started to roll his nipples between my fingers, simultaneously massaging him as my tongue drove behind his ear. I could feel perspiration erupt from my own pores as the struggle continued; Daryl was rapidly becoming encumbered by the stimulation and it seemed he was regaining determination to escape me. It was rather endearing to watch him fight on and I only ceased my attack because I too was starting to become exhausted by our dance.

I laid back on the pillow, forcefully tugging him along with me until his back fell against my chest. My fingers dove into his drenched locks and I clutched at them lustfully. He tilted his head back and began rubbing his forehead on my chest, desperate to steal a glimpse at his captor. I denied him the satisfaction and clapped my hand over his eyes. He exhaled harshly through his nose and then I placed my other hand over his gagged mouth. I lay there, catching my breath, pressing my hands into his face. His lips were dry against my palm as they remained parted, lashed by the belt that was holding in the bandanas. I reached beneath his back and gathered some of my pre-cum onto my fingers, bringing them to his lips to moisten them. This caused another humiliated moan but he knew that he was at my mercy, that if I wanted him to taste my sex juice, he would have to.

As the moments progressed, I surmised he was growing weary due to a series of pathetic moans he was beginning to make. They were becoming more constant and desperate as if Daryl was pining for any sort of closure. I retrieved a pair of scissors from the nightstand and began to cut away the bondage that wove around the circumference of his chest. Upon this release, he began to grunt excitedly, probably under the impression that I was starting to free him. His exclamations behind the gag were hopeful and pleading and I could only grin as I snapped the rope that was securing his elbows and his wrists. Daryl's arms parted slowly and painfully. He hung his head as he attempted to move the stiff appendages in front of him. Before I could allow him to regain any proper range of muscle, though, I fiercely grabbed his aching, slender, arms and pulled them together in front of him. I forced his wrists together and he began to jerk away from me.

My hand slipped to his groin and furled around his testicles, squeezing them in warning for him to be more compliant. His erection was beginning to wane and although this particular act was a punishment, I also wanted to keep him stimulated. Just as I imagined, Daryl immediately stopped struggling and allowed me to wind a length of discarded rope back around his wrists. Once more he turned his head over his shoulder and started to rub against my abdomen, pursuing another obsolete attempt to remove his blindfold. In response, I yanked a pillow from out behind me and tore off it's pillow case. I wanted Daryl to know that he was not going to know my identity for certain until I was ready. The lingering doubt would continue to plague him until I decided that he could know. I pulled the pillowcase over his head and watched him swing his bound face angrily from side to side.

Ignoring his rising protests, I slipped from behind him and came to my feet, leaving him to sit and contemplate his situation. Occasionally I turned my head to peer at his frustrated form, experiencing a new pang of arousal as he began to roll around, desperate to loosen any of his bonds. I drug an office chair from my desk towards the center of the room, a few feet away from the bed. Approaching Daryl once more, I positioned my arms beneath his and scooped him upwards, easily supporting his smaller frame before unceremoniously dumping him in the chair. I pulled the nylons back over his penis, which now stood at half mast, and positioned him upright against the cool, leather, surface.

Daryl remained somewhat cooperative this time as I separated his legs, securing each calf and ankle to the chair using the ropes that had previously bound him. He appeared to be dejected beneath the pillowcase and I intended to remove it once he was secured to the chair. I missed his features already; his rich, obsidian, locks and his gaping lips; the thin eyebrows that arched uncertainly over the blindfold every time I touched him. Returning to the bed, I chose a roll of silver duct tape from my storage bin and tore it open with my teeth. Once I peeled apart its end, I attached it to his left arm and started to encircle the chair, winding the tape around his chest and arms to full adhere him to it. It was satisfying to hear the tape crack and squeak as I continued to encircle him, trapping him beneath layers and layers of tape, keeping his bound wrists resting barely an inch from his groin. I had gone through nearly half of the roll before I gnawed through the tape and began to re-enforce the ropework on his calves.

I saw his chest begin to heave in a panic as I persisted to fuse him to the chair. The duct tape would most likely ruin this particular pair of nylons but I knew that he possessed many others. After he was thoroughly bound to the seat, I ripped the pillowcase from his swaying head and watched him inhale deeply.

Re: Ambush (m/m)

Postby mikeybound » Fri Feb 07, 2014 9:07 pm

Nice update. Good to see more.

Re: Ambush (m/m)

Postby theonerope » Tue Feb 11, 2014 4:20 pm

Awesome! Please write more!

Re: Ambush (m/m)

Postby hujikelmop » Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:10 am

Wow! Please carry on with this story