He laid there on the ground, restrained in the most unforgiving hogtie he'd ever been put in. The other men watched him sturggle, chearing on him and his opponent. He found against the ropes, desperate to get out, knowing that if he couldn't, he be these other men's prisoner for the rest of the weekend.
*****
Once or twice a year, Henry would invite a group of his kink buddies to his house out in rural Minnesota for a weekend of bondage. In the past years Henry had come up with games that spanned the weekend and provided ample opportunity for the group of kinky men to tie eachother up. Henry was waiting in his room in the upstairs of the lakeside house. He liked waiting for everyone to arrive so he could make a big entrence."So much of kink is the presentation" he said to an old leather friend of his, "the sub is letting you tie him up, but he wants to pretend that you're doing it against his will. It's the fantasy of it. A wet rag so he can pretend to go limp and lie on the floor, or a wrestling match with handcuffs conveniently close by, or a contest where the loser is bound by honor to be the winners prize... these things go a long way to getting the boy submissive before the rope is even on."
Henry watched the men arrive. The returners caught up in the driveway and headed inside to the big comfy living room where they waited a few hours for the rest of the guests to join them.
One guest was new this year. Ricky stepped out of his beat up car and looked at the house. A group of men he'd never met were gathered, chatting and catching up, laughing and helping eachother bring their bags inside. Ricky's legs were shaking
What have I gotten myself into. Why the fuck am I here He though about getting back into the car and leaving, turning around before anyone saw him. But then, a voice from behind startled him.
"Hey dude! Welcome to Master Henry's, what's up?"
Carlo had a warm smile that helped put Ricky to ease. Ricky introduced himself.
"Want help bringing in your bags?" Carlo asked.
"Oh, I'm good. I just got the one." Ricky said, immediately worried about how he was coming off to this friendly stranger. Ricky watched the other men bring in multiple suitcases and backpacks. Each full of all manner of bondage equipment. "Thanks though, dude, I appreciate the offer."
Ricky and Carlo walked towards the door of the house. There was a silence that felt very awkward to Ricky, which didn't bother Carlo at all.
"So uhh," Ricky said, filling the air, "where are you from."
Shit, what a boring question. Maybe even an offensive question. Come on Ricky everyone's going to hate you, Ricky thought.
"Ft. Lauderdale!" Carlo said. "You?"
"Just moved to Minneapolis last year, only like three hours away. Dang, Florida though, that's far."
"Worth it though," Carlo said, "this weekend is a blast. Ive come every time for the past four years. Great group of guys. You're going to love it... well if you like being tied up you'll love it, if not - good luck dude."
Ricky smiled and gave an awkward chuckle. He did very much like being tied up. He'd only had the chance to be restrained a few times. Once really shittily by a hookup. A few times an ex had tried to indulge him but quite frankly wasn't all into it. He'd had one mind blowing bondage experience when he first got to the twin cities, but the man that had tied him had almost immediately then entered a relationship and they were never able to meet again. A whole weekend of bondage was incredibly exciting to him, though he couldn't help feeling way out of his league by these more experienced men. Not to mention the fact that he was never great in social situations, didn't super like the way he looked, and was still -all things considered- new to sex (at least for a gay man).
Ricky scratched his palms and swallowed three times, a tick he did when he felt overwhelmed. He was careful to do it discretely - the nickname 'Ticky Ricky' from middle school looming in his mind.
Ricky followed Carlo into the house. As they walked and made small talk Ricky found himself in awe of Carlo's magnetism. In addition to being very friendly, Carlo was quite hot. A sort of man-next-door not-in-your-face hot. He was toned, but still had a belly. His curly hair caught the sun just right, and he clearly took good care of his face, which lit up with his smile. He was fairly short, shorter than Ricky and from the looks of the men he'd seen from a distance, the shortest man here. Ricky hoped he'd get a chance to tie him up, or be tied by him.
They entered the house and the group of guys yelled out, making a big huge deal as Carlo and Ricky entered."
"Ayyyyyy Carlo, welcome back dude"
"Howdy yall"
"Ooh who are these hot young men coming in here"
"Yo dude who's your friend?"
"Oh new guy, I'm gonna have so much fun with you this weekend"
Ricky smiled, as overwhelming as the situation was, the very warm welcome and playful cat-calling actually made him really happy. These guys seemed fun. It also helped that Carlo tried his best to introduce him to all the guys. Ricky was the only new guy this year, and the other guys were all excited to meet him. Ricky tried to remember everyone's names, but there were just too many people he was meeting at once. Oh well, he had the whole weekend to meet these guys. Carlo did a lit of the talking, which Ricky appreciated. The tried and true introvert strategy of being adopted by an extrovert once again saving Ricky's ass. An ass that got grabbed quite a few times as he met the other men. The men that came to these weekends were definitely not shy to outwardly showing attraction.
As much as Ricky enjoyed being an object of desire, one introduction gave him pause. Roland, a beast of a man came up and shook Ricky's hand. He was huge, well over 6 feet tall. He was bald, but had a large well-groomed black beard. His tight shirt showed off biceps that were the size of Ricky's head. Ricky wasn't sure if he chose that shirt to show off how jacked he was or if he chose that shirt because it was the only size that would come remotely close to fitting him.
"Hey rookie," Roland squeezed Rickys hand hard. With his other hand he cupped Ricky's face, pulling his head up to make Ricky look him in his eyes "I'm going to have a lot of fun making you my bitch."
Roland let go of Ricky's hand and grabbed Ricky's dick through his jeans. Ricky was already hard. Roland walked away, leaving Ricky equal parts afraid and turned on.
He was glad he wore jeans, they made it a bit easier to hide his election. Though Ricky was sure modesty was a very temporary privilege in a gathering like this.
One more man arrived, bringing the count to 8 guys. He sauntered in confidently, wearing the shortest shorts Ricky had ever seen and the loosest tank top over his skinny body.
"What's up bitches!" He greated the group of men, who cheered and went over to catch up with him.
The group of 8 man chatted and caught up for a bit. When Master Henry sensed an air of anticipation had finally built to a breaking point, he walked down the stairs.
The men quickly stopped talking and stared at their host as he came to meet them. Ricky had seen the pictures of this man as they'd talked on Recon, but seeing him in person was a whole different thing. He stood straight, with impeccable posture and confidence. Each step looked meticulously thought out and effortless at the same time. He was well dressed, and his salt and pepper hair was groomed immaculately. He had a powerful demeanor tempered with just the right amount of gentleness, that let ever sub of his know that he would both control them and take care of them.
He led his husband on a leash behind him. A shorter man who's features were fully obscured by the latex suit and gimp mask he wore. His hands were trapped in fist mitts. A padlock connected the mitts together in front of the gimp. A short chain, just long enough to let him hobble down the stairs, connected his ankles together. Through the tight latex, everyone could see the outline of a chastity cage the gimp had been forced into earlier that morning. In their normal life Master Henry and his husband had a relatively equal relationship, though sexually Henry always dommed and his husband always subbed. During these weekends however Henry's husband assumed a fully submissive role, becoming Henry's assitant, slave, and sex toy. The men at the gathering didn't even know his name.
The crowd of men cheered and whistled as Henry entered the living room. Henry bowed, and then led his gimp over to a dog cage in the corner of the room. He locked his husband inside and turned to address the men.
"Thank you all for coming" he said, "I trust you've all had a chance to catch up. But if not, we have a whole weekend together. Right now, I'd like to introduce our game for the week."
The room waited quietly for Master Henry to explain. He let the silence sit for a few seconds, milking the anticipation.
"As some of you know, I am a big fan of the show 'Survivor'" Master Henry continued, "Eventually I'll find a way to kidnap Jeff Probst and take his job. In the meantime I thought it might be fun to practice hosting a season of survivor with all of you."
The men in the room whistled, hollered, and talked amongst themselves, all save for Rolland, who stood still and stoich, watching from the back of the room.
"There will some major changes from the tv show, of course" he continued, "to better fit our particular reason for being here. You'll find many of these out as we go, but perhaps the biggest change is that no one will be sent home. Instead, those voted off at tribal council will become subs for the rest of the group, until only one dom remains among you. This game will last the weekend, and while there will be opportunities to get back in after being voted out, it is very likely that some of the first people voted out among you will remain in some form of captivity for the entire weekend."
Micky nervously looked around. He could see the other men sizing eachother up, making knowing eye contact to one another and giving all manner of hard to read non verbal ques. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the buff, domineering Rolland looking at him from across the room.
"Now," Master Henry continued, "telling a group of kinky gay men that if they lose they'll have to spend the weekend in bondage may not be as strong of a motivator to do well in the game as it would be with most people. So to help motivate you all to do your best and not get voted out, there will be a prize for the overall winner of the competition. More on that later."
"For now," he said, walking around the room to hand out index cards and pens, "I hope everyone remembers eachothers names. Because we are going to start this game strong. Without talking, I want everyone to vote for the person they most want to be our first sub for the weekend."
Ricky's pulse skyrocketed. As the new guy he immediately assumed there was a target on his back. To make matters worse, the only name he could remember was friendly, extroverted Carlo, and he didn't want to turn on his new friend. It was probably a dumb move, but Ricky decided to leave his paper blank. Hoping his thrown away vote wouldn't come back to hurt him.
Master Henry collected the votes and silently counted them. Ricky waited, trying so hard not to show to all these new men that he was shaking. He did every tick he could to calm himself down. It was a scary feeling, having his freedom literally in the hands of these strangers he had just met.
Master Henry announced the results:
"One vote for Artis"
"One vote for Dasol"
"One vote for Nahum"
"Two votes for Rolland"
"Two votes for Mickey"
"One vote left blank"
The guys immediately broke into a dozen conversations. Who'd put in who? Who put in the blank vote? Ricky cursed himself for leaving his blank. If he'd just remembered Rolland's name he could have been the breaking vote, he could have saved himself and neutralized the man that'd threatened to "make him his bitch".
"So like," one of the men piped up, "does it go to rocks."
Master Henry gave a hearty laugh, "Oh no. That kind of luck based mechanic has no place in my perfect game. No, this tie will be broken with a ... tie."
"Good luck bud," Carlo whispered to Micky, as the crowd looked to Micky and Rolland.
"Rolland, Micky," Master Henry said, "Strip. Take off everything but your underwear."
The guys who'd survived the vote started hooping and hollering. They whistled as Rolland confidently and wordlessly took off his shirt and began undoing his pants. Micky's eyes darted around the room, he could feel his heartbeat throughout his entire body. Everyone was watching him. In moment a group of guys he'd never met would see him nearly nude. Not to mention what might happen after that. Timidly and slowly he took off his shirt, which just made the other guys shout out compliments and chant his name - something that would have normally felt great if there wasn't the risk of immediately becoming their captive. He undid his buckle and pulled down his pants.
Rolland wore loose boxers, his many chest and back tattoos now visible on his exposed muscled form. Ricky had on black briefs, which were cut pretty low and probably a bit too small for him. A fact he was increasingly aware of as his cock started to swell and get hard for everyone to see.
"Now," Master Henry said, "for the tie breaker I need two volunteers. One to hogtie each of our 'finalists'. Whichever of them gets free first remains in the game, the other becomes our first elimination and first house prisoner."
Nahum, a large, hairy man wearing overalls and a cowboy hat volunteered.
"Let me have a go at the newbie here" he said, his words thick with southern twang.
"Oh you know Nahum knows a thing or two about hog tying," one of the other men said.
"You want a turn next?" Nahum winked and walked over toward Ricky. One of the other guests had already gone to grab rope, which he gave to Nahum and the man that had volunteered to hogtie Rolland.
Nahum stood in front of Ricky, who swallowed hard. Ricky stared at the lengths of rope and the man that would restrain him.
"You ever been hogtied before, boy?," Naham asked
Ricky shook his head no. The group of men murmered among themselves, while Nahum got a great big smile on his face.
"Well lucky you, boy," he said, genuinely sounding excited for Ricky, "you'll get to start with one of the best! Turn around."
Ricky did as he was told. He turned to look out of the large glass windows to the lake outside. It was better looking that way then at all the men staring at him. He didn't dare look down and see his cock straining against the tiny tight fabric that did nothing to cover his erection. He felt so exposed, a feeling that was about to get a lot worse.
Nahum grabbed Ricky's hands and brought them together behind him. Ricky breathed heavily as Nahum wrapped the rope around this wrists, and then looped some between his wrists to form an textbook quality double column tie. Ricky tested the tie, tugging with is hands. Already it was the tightest rope he'd been put in, and Nahum was far from finished.
Nahum tied a chest harness on Ricky, and connected his bound hands to it. He made sure to put the know that sealed the harness on his captives front side, so that his hands would have no chance to reach it, he also made the know as flat as rope could go, so there wouldn't be any uncomfortable pressure on Ricky's chest as he lay on the ground for who knew how long.
Nahum ordered Ricky to kneel, which Ricky did. Nahum played with Ricky's hair, something that felt so intimate in front of these group of watchers. Once Ricky was kneeling, Nahum grabbed the back of his harness and slowly lowered him to the carpeted floor. Ricky felt a rush of vulnerability as he was lowered. If Nahum dropped him he would fall face first, with no chance to catch himself. He safety was fully in the hands of this man whos name he didn't even remember, this man that was tying him up in front of everyone.
Nahum got Ricky to the floor and tied two more double column ties, one on Ricky's thighs, and one on his ankles. Then Nahu tied a rope rope Ricky's ankles to the chest harness, pulling it taught so that Ricky's legs were bent backwards, completing the hogtie.
"It's better to tie the legs to the harness than the hands for longer scenes," Nahum told Ricky, "less pressure on the wrists, plus harder for the guy to stretch and untie his ankles."
Nahum looked over and saw the guy that had tied Rolland had in fact, tethered his wrists directly to his ankles. The big muscled man, while currently in a very compromising position, didn't at all appear as concerned or helpless as a good hogtie should invoke.
Ricky on the other hand, felt truly trapped. He'd always considered himself good at escaping bondage. He had pretty small wrists and was pretty resourceful. But this hogtie was a whole other level. Still he could probably get loose eventually, he just had to hope Rolland was tied as tight as he was.
"Begin" Master Henry ordered.
Ricky began wiggling and tugging, trying desperately to get free. But the knots were out of reach, the rope on his wrists and ankles perfectly snug to keep him from slipping out, but not too tight to cut off circulation. All he could do his rock side to side, a movement which did nothing to loosen him up, ad just made him look more desperate and pitiful - a look the group of sexually charged, kinky men found very hot. The guys cheered and chanted, half for Ricky and half for Rolland. Ricky couldn't tell if they were chanting for him to get free, or chanting because they wanted him as the house sub. He felt so vulnerable, half naked on the ground in front of the guys, unable to do anything to break free or hide from their peering, hungry eyes.
Then, Ricky felt a pressure on his head, a foot gently push his head into the carpet. A chill ran down Ricky's body as he had no way to stop whoever this was from whatever they planned on doing to him. The foot lifted off his head, and a moment later a huge hand gripped his chin and lifted it up. Rolland, free from his bonds, forced the newbie to look him in his eyes. Ricky shuttered.
He was fucked.
if all the foreshadowing is to be believed.