The Chosen Ones: A Bondage-Mania Event (MATURE CONTENT) M+/M+ NEW CHAPTER! 11/21/22
Posted: Mon May 17, 2021 1:09 am
Chapter 1: You Are Chosen
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(This story is going to start out with our overall main character’s POV on the first couple of chapters. Once the bondage fun happens, I will be writing a chapter for each of the victims experiences as well! This will all make more sense as it unravels.m, but this should be a VERY FUN and VERY SPICY story overall! )
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Main Character:
Mason - 27 years old. White guy with dark brown hair and baby blue eyes. Sides of head are shaved, and hair is done up in a messy fohawk style at all times. 6’1 and 215 lbs. Fit and athletic with the physique of a spartan warrior. Played sports his whole life and work as a professional model in SoCal. Always wearing sporty clothing when not at shoots. Discovered he was bisexual in college.
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It was a beautiful morning here in sunny San Diego. I had just finished my breakfast, and was lounging around on my sofa in my apartment wearing my normal early morning weekend attire which consisted of a plain white t-shirt, my baggy red plaid boxers, and a pair of white no show socks.
I grabbed laptop and began to surf the web and look through social media. While surfing the web, I had stumbled across an advertisement for an event on Facebook that really caught my attention.
It was titled as Bondage-Mania - Do you have what it takes to Be Chosen?
I frowned in deep thought, my intrigue was peaked. I clicked on the link to continue reading. I was amazed at what I was reading. It had said that this was basically a kidnap&bondage event. It stated this event was going to be held at a beachfront mansion next weekend and the address would be given to “The Chosen Ones” once selected. The description continued on to say that all of the members of the kidnap team already work for this company called KidnapU LLC. In total there were 4 members that would be a part of the kidnapping team. It had also mentioned that they would be selecting ONLY 4 lucky guys that apply to come in and attempt to elude them for the weekend. Participants that are selected would EACH receive $25,000 for participating, and would receive the money before the event even began.
“This sounds like a lot of fun”, I thought to myself. “And that is a crap ton of money!”
The description also stated that the 4 winners selected would meet up at a local restaurant to get familiar with one another on Friday evening. It then had a link to an application to download, and asked that we send photos of us both in our normal every day clothing, and then also a few photos of us in our underwear. It said feel free to use props and get creative to score bonus points.
“This almost sounds too good to be true.” I said to myself as I fidgeted around on the couch.
“Screw it. Im applying.” I say with a smile.
Im not going to lie. I was confused as to why people were PAYING this amount of money to tie up some random guys. I didnt care though. I had been tied up a couple of times in college by a couple of guys on my baseball team when I was experimenting with my sexuality and I REALLY enjoyed it. I enjoyed the helpless feeling, and giving up control. I enjoyed feeling that desired. I knew between my good looks, my experience in modeling and knowing how to pose in front of a camera and what looked good, I stood a really good chance.
I downloaded the application and began to fill in the answers. It was actually way more in depth than I had anticipated. It wanted EVERYTHING, from my height, weight, foot size, occupation, background, and everything in between. It even went so far as to ask why I should be selected, what my sexual orientation was, if I had ever been tied up before. It also had asked if I was open to safe sexual advances during the event.
I paused and thought about it. The idea of being essentially kidnapped, and bound and gagged against my will and having someone take advantage of me is a scary thought. HOWEVER, this is a lot of money, AND I loved being tied up and taken advantage of in the past. I also assumed that answering Yes would increase my chances.
I committed. I checked the box answering “Yes”. Once I clicked that, an additional very personal question popped up asking the size of me when fully erect.
“Well that’s kinda personal.” I said with a smirk, but at the end of the day I already committed to allowing sexual activity, so what difference does it make?
I put in my size at 7” and answered the next question asking about STD’s, and I had none so I checked no on all of those boxes. The last box asked what kind of sexual activities I was open to, and I had written in oral, anal, tickling, spanking, sock worship, and then I decided to be playful like I had been throughout the whole application process and put PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING with a winky face. I then put in “excluding...anything involving body fluids, torture, violence etc.”
The last thing I had to do was send photos of myself. I had some photos saved on my phone from old modeling gigs. I selected some of my favorites from them. I knew I had to take some fresh ones though to give them MORE.
I grabbed my vlogging camera that took amazing quality photos, and I put it on a tripod. I grabbed some lighting and got to work.
My first few photos, I decided to be shirtless, change into my skimpy black leather thong. I kept my no show socks on. I then set the camera on a timer and began posing in various ways. I also did a series of photos in my leather thong and took my socks off and did a few more poses.
I hopped up and paused the timer on the camera so I could change. I changed into a pair of royal blue skimpy briefs, and put my no show socks back on. I have a foot aversion with barefeet but thoroughly enjoyed socks of all kinds. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs out of my dresser. I cuffed one wrist, as I posed in front of the camera. I held up my one handcuffed wrist, with the other cuff dangling. I reached up and placed a finger up to my lips and did a seductive face and pose.
I then pulled out my role of black duct tape and ripped a strip off and smoothed it over my lips. It looked great with my strong jawline. I then cuffed my other wrist and began posing in front of the camera once more.
Lastly, I paused the camera once more, and then switched into something different this time. I put on a pair of my black knee high baseball socks I used to wear when I played baseball in college. I then slid into a black jockstrap, and grabbed my old white college baseball jersey. I left it unbuttoned so that I could continue showing off my impeccable rock hard abs. I then tossed on my black flat brimmed baseball cap, flipped it backwards and did some really sexy poses for the camera. I even grabbed my old aluminum baseball bat for some of the photos as well. Last but not least, i shoved an old white knee high sock into my mouth as much as I could and part was still dangling out of my mouth. I then backed myself up to the corner of my 4 poster bed and placed my arms behind me around the pole to make it look like I was tied up.
After I was finished, I scrolled through all of my new sexy photos and selected all of my favorites. I sent everything in one fell swoop to the email address listed and decided to wait. I had butterflies. I was so excited and hopeful to hear back. Not even just because the money, but this also sounded like SO MUCH fun.
I knew the applications had to be submitted by Noon PST tomorrow, and winners would be announced later that day anf would be given additional details upon selection. I was growing impatient though and wished I knew ahead of time if I had been selected.
I tried to find anything I could to keep me busy the rest of the day, but my mind kept drifting off to this event and hoping I get selected. This was going to be a long day.
As nightfall came, my anticipation was at its peak. The thought of this event was consuming my thoughts all day long. I had to do something, so I watched some porn and jacked off to get this feeling off of me. It helped. I laid down to watch a movie and went to sleep afterwards.
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I wake up the next morning, and laughed at my morning wood. I had some really intense sexual dreams about being kidnapped and tied up during my sleep. It was so hot. I shot up out of bed, ignoring my urge for release.
I knew id have to go through most of today before knowing whether I had been selected. I cooked up a nutritious breakfast and decided to go knock a couple hours off at the gym.
I promptly got dressed and gathered all my workout gear and protein shakes, stuffing them into my duffle, trying to keep myself busy.
By the time I finished up at the Gym, it was about 11:45 AM. The application process would end in about 15 minutes, and I was eagerly awaiting.
I drove home, showered and got changed into some comfy clothes. It was now 12:23 PM. I found myself wondering how long before I heard back or IF i would hear back. I began checking my email every 10 minutes or so. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I began to grow impatient. I decided to throw on a movie to try to occupy my time.
Even during the movie, I found myself repeatedly checking my email. Still nothing. By the end of the movie, it was now 3 PM and still nothing back. I began to feel like I wasnt selected.
Finally at 3:12 PM, I had checked my email once more and I saw it. The email response titled: “Congratulations! You have been chosen!” I eagerly clicked the email to read it, my stomach in absolute knots with excitement.
I read through everything, and it all seemed legit. The address of the home, the restaurant id be meeting the other chosen victims, and other details. It also had a personal note telling me to bring myself several changes of clothes, and said “Oh, and dont forget your baseball outfit, that was SO SEXY!”
I smiled! I was so elated to be selected for this. It also announced the names of the other three winners, Austin, Trey, and Cory.
I found myself wondering who Austin, Trey, and Cory were. What did they look like, what did they do? I was curious who and what my comrades were about.
The last part of the email mentioned we would receive payment once we sign the contract and the waiver at the luncheon with the other “victims” as they coined it with a winky face.
I closed the email. I was SO excited, but knew this whole next week was going to drag. I was so looking forward to this event and to do something different and have fun. I felt like a kid that received the golden ticket to the chocolate factory. It felt good to be chosen. To be desired. I am so amped for this.
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End of Chapter 1
I am SOOOO looking forward to writing this series out! I hope I do a good job of building up anticipation and hope you all will stick it out with me! Please leave feedback!
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(This story is going to start out with our overall main character’s POV on the first couple of chapters. Once the bondage fun happens, I will be writing a chapter for each of the victims experiences as well! This will all make more sense as it unravels.m, but this should be a VERY FUN and VERY SPICY story overall! )
———————
Main Character:
Mason - 27 years old. White guy with dark brown hair and baby blue eyes. Sides of head are shaved, and hair is done up in a messy fohawk style at all times. 6’1 and 215 lbs. Fit and athletic with the physique of a spartan warrior. Played sports his whole life and work as a professional model in SoCal. Always wearing sporty clothing when not at shoots. Discovered he was bisexual in college.
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It was a beautiful morning here in sunny San Diego. I had just finished my breakfast, and was lounging around on my sofa in my apartment wearing my normal early morning weekend attire which consisted of a plain white t-shirt, my baggy red plaid boxers, and a pair of white no show socks.
I grabbed laptop and began to surf the web and look through social media. While surfing the web, I had stumbled across an advertisement for an event on Facebook that really caught my attention.
It was titled as Bondage-Mania - Do you have what it takes to Be Chosen?
I frowned in deep thought, my intrigue was peaked. I clicked on the link to continue reading. I was amazed at what I was reading. It had said that this was basically a kidnap&bondage event. It stated this event was going to be held at a beachfront mansion next weekend and the address would be given to “The Chosen Ones” once selected. The description continued on to say that all of the members of the kidnap team already work for this company called KidnapU LLC. In total there were 4 members that would be a part of the kidnapping team. It had also mentioned that they would be selecting ONLY 4 lucky guys that apply to come in and attempt to elude them for the weekend. Participants that are selected would EACH receive $25,000 for participating, and would receive the money before the event even began.
“This sounds like a lot of fun”, I thought to myself. “And that is a crap ton of money!”
The description also stated that the 4 winners selected would meet up at a local restaurant to get familiar with one another on Friday evening. It then had a link to an application to download, and asked that we send photos of us both in our normal every day clothing, and then also a few photos of us in our underwear. It said feel free to use props and get creative to score bonus points.
“This almost sounds too good to be true.” I said to myself as I fidgeted around on the couch.
“Screw it. Im applying.” I say with a smile.
Im not going to lie. I was confused as to why people were PAYING this amount of money to tie up some random guys. I didnt care though. I had been tied up a couple of times in college by a couple of guys on my baseball team when I was experimenting with my sexuality and I REALLY enjoyed it. I enjoyed the helpless feeling, and giving up control. I enjoyed feeling that desired. I knew between my good looks, my experience in modeling and knowing how to pose in front of a camera and what looked good, I stood a really good chance.
I downloaded the application and began to fill in the answers. It was actually way more in depth than I had anticipated. It wanted EVERYTHING, from my height, weight, foot size, occupation, background, and everything in between. It even went so far as to ask why I should be selected, what my sexual orientation was, if I had ever been tied up before. It also had asked if I was open to safe sexual advances during the event.
I paused and thought about it. The idea of being essentially kidnapped, and bound and gagged against my will and having someone take advantage of me is a scary thought. HOWEVER, this is a lot of money, AND I loved being tied up and taken advantage of in the past. I also assumed that answering Yes would increase my chances.
I committed. I checked the box answering “Yes”. Once I clicked that, an additional very personal question popped up asking the size of me when fully erect.
“Well that’s kinda personal.” I said with a smirk, but at the end of the day I already committed to allowing sexual activity, so what difference does it make?
I put in my size at 7” and answered the next question asking about STD’s, and I had none so I checked no on all of those boxes. The last box asked what kind of sexual activities I was open to, and I had written in oral, anal, tickling, spanking, sock worship, and then I decided to be playful like I had been throughout the whole application process and put PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING with a winky face. I then put in “excluding...anything involving body fluids, torture, violence etc.”
The last thing I had to do was send photos of myself. I had some photos saved on my phone from old modeling gigs. I selected some of my favorites from them. I knew I had to take some fresh ones though to give them MORE.
I grabbed my vlogging camera that took amazing quality photos, and I put it on a tripod. I grabbed some lighting and got to work.
My first few photos, I decided to be shirtless, change into my skimpy black leather thong. I kept my no show socks on. I then set the camera on a timer and began posing in various ways. I also did a series of photos in my leather thong and took my socks off and did a few more poses.
I hopped up and paused the timer on the camera so I could change. I changed into a pair of royal blue skimpy briefs, and put my no show socks back on. I have a foot aversion with barefeet but thoroughly enjoyed socks of all kinds. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs out of my dresser. I cuffed one wrist, as I posed in front of the camera. I held up my one handcuffed wrist, with the other cuff dangling. I reached up and placed a finger up to my lips and did a seductive face and pose.
I then pulled out my role of black duct tape and ripped a strip off and smoothed it over my lips. It looked great with my strong jawline. I then cuffed my other wrist and began posing in front of the camera once more.
Lastly, I paused the camera once more, and then switched into something different this time. I put on a pair of my black knee high baseball socks I used to wear when I played baseball in college. I then slid into a black jockstrap, and grabbed my old white college baseball jersey. I left it unbuttoned so that I could continue showing off my impeccable rock hard abs. I then tossed on my black flat brimmed baseball cap, flipped it backwards and did some really sexy poses for the camera. I even grabbed my old aluminum baseball bat for some of the photos as well. Last but not least, i shoved an old white knee high sock into my mouth as much as I could and part was still dangling out of my mouth. I then backed myself up to the corner of my 4 poster bed and placed my arms behind me around the pole to make it look like I was tied up.
After I was finished, I scrolled through all of my new sexy photos and selected all of my favorites. I sent everything in one fell swoop to the email address listed and decided to wait. I had butterflies. I was so excited and hopeful to hear back. Not even just because the money, but this also sounded like SO MUCH fun.
I knew the applications had to be submitted by Noon PST tomorrow, and winners would be announced later that day anf would be given additional details upon selection. I was growing impatient though and wished I knew ahead of time if I had been selected.
I tried to find anything I could to keep me busy the rest of the day, but my mind kept drifting off to this event and hoping I get selected. This was going to be a long day.
As nightfall came, my anticipation was at its peak. The thought of this event was consuming my thoughts all day long. I had to do something, so I watched some porn and jacked off to get this feeling off of me. It helped. I laid down to watch a movie and went to sleep afterwards.
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I wake up the next morning, and laughed at my morning wood. I had some really intense sexual dreams about being kidnapped and tied up during my sleep. It was so hot. I shot up out of bed, ignoring my urge for release.
I knew id have to go through most of today before knowing whether I had been selected. I cooked up a nutritious breakfast and decided to go knock a couple hours off at the gym.
I promptly got dressed and gathered all my workout gear and protein shakes, stuffing them into my duffle, trying to keep myself busy.
By the time I finished up at the Gym, it was about 11:45 AM. The application process would end in about 15 minutes, and I was eagerly awaiting.
I drove home, showered and got changed into some comfy clothes. It was now 12:23 PM. I found myself wondering how long before I heard back or IF i would hear back. I began checking my email every 10 minutes or so. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I began to grow impatient. I decided to throw on a movie to try to occupy my time.
Even during the movie, I found myself repeatedly checking my email. Still nothing. By the end of the movie, it was now 3 PM and still nothing back. I began to feel like I wasnt selected.
Finally at 3:12 PM, I had checked my email once more and I saw it. The email response titled: “Congratulations! You have been chosen!” I eagerly clicked the email to read it, my stomach in absolute knots with excitement.
I read through everything, and it all seemed legit. The address of the home, the restaurant id be meeting the other chosen victims, and other details. It also had a personal note telling me to bring myself several changes of clothes, and said “Oh, and dont forget your baseball outfit, that was SO SEXY!”
I smiled! I was so elated to be selected for this. It also announced the names of the other three winners, Austin, Trey, and Cory.
I found myself wondering who Austin, Trey, and Cory were. What did they look like, what did they do? I was curious who and what my comrades were about.
The last part of the email mentioned we would receive payment once we sign the contract and the waiver at the luncheon with the other “victims” as they coined it with a winky face.
I closed the email. I was SO excited, but knew this whole next week was going to drag. I was so looking forward to this event and to do something different and have fun. I felt like a kid that received the golden ticket to the chocolate factory. It felt good to be chosen. To be desired. I am so amped for this.
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End of Chapter 1
I am SOOOO looking forward to writing this series out! I hope I do a good job of building up anticipation and hope you all will stick it out with me! Please leave feedback!
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