Swan Song (MMM/M) (Chapter 7 Update 11/25)
Poor Jason! Blind, gagged, straight jacketed, hobbled, chastity device, and a cruel leash! Quite the unfortunate way (or fortunate depending on your point of view) for him to take that walk. Really enjoying this story, and can't wait to see where it goes!
[mention]Jason07[/mention]. Just caught up with the story after reading Ch. 1 when it was first posted and it was well worth the wait. Totally agree with [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] that I'd rather you delay posting chapters until you're happy with them rather than rush something out. Love the style of writing, the pace and detail of the story and the some of the phrasing shows that a lot of time and thought has gone into this. Keep up the great work!
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Chapter Six
Being tugged on by your dick is not an altogether unpleasant experience. If anything, it was hot as hell. Problem was that I couldn’t exactly enjoy it. You know, what with having my one eyed monster imprisoned in a chastity cage, preventing me from getting hard again. It was maddening, frustrating, and being unable to see where I was going was scaring the shit out of me. But I could feel plenty.
The floor was hard and cool, and the texture reminded me of some kind of ceramic. Thankfully my “kind” host was gracious enough to go slower than what was probably normal, though he used whatever lead he’d attached to me to tug me in whatever direction he needed to go. We came to a couple turns in whatever building we were in, but he would lead me around them using the leash pretty expertly. I say expertly because no matter how hard it was to move in that stupid hobble, I never seemed to run into anything.
With my effective blindness, I was still scared to death of where I was being led to, but it was very hard to think about anything other than putting one step in front of the other. My poor caged cock was constantly trying to harden to its full length, but the cage it was in made it kind of painful as it tried to swell but only felt squished. Whenever that leash pulled it yanked on not just my shaft, but my balls too. It kind of made it easier to tell where he wanted me to go, but damn it I needed some relief! Every pull and tug was both pain and pleasure, and it was driving me insane.
We stopped for a moment and I heard a door open somewhere to my right. Then rustling sounds. Next, I felt fingers fiddling with my ankles. The sensation of the weight of the bar between my legs eased as it seemed like it was removed. Finally my torturer spoke.
“Now let’s get you properly dressed for that walk. Leg up please, and don’t forget the consequences if you refuse.”
I involuntarily shuddered at the memory of nonstop fingers shimming up and down my soles. I raised my left leg slowly. I wanted to take my time. The longer I drew out this process the better. I next felt a pair of pants get pulled up my leg. It felt like another pair of jeans, but these weren’t tight like my skinny ones. He gave exact cues and instructions for when to put my leg down and the other into the other pant leg, and then he pulled the whole thing up and then buttoned the top. He didn’t zip it closed though. . . . . . .
Instead he pulled my engorged member through the hole and just simply. . . Left it there? Oh wait, he’s putting the stupid leash back on it. Greeeeeeeeat. Sure, give me a pair of pants but leave my goolies out and about to hang around? WHy even give me pants at all then?
The next thing I know he’s pulling something around me. Another jacket? Feels like it, but it’s thick and warm, and it surrounds my whole body, arms, chest, everything. Oh gods I can already feel myself heating up inside. A few more minutes in this and I’ll be sweating like a pig. Gross.I feel the front get zipped up, all the way to my neck, then I feel something get placed on my head. A hat maybe? Yeah, it feels like a simple snapback. Then I feel the hood of the jacket get tugged upwards, up and over the hat on my head.
“Now lift your feet up again.” I hear my captor say through the thick hood. I reluctantly obey, lifting up my right foot first this time. I feel him putting a shoe on my foot. I nearly lose my balance as he tries to yank it upwards, but he takes hold of my ankle and brings my foot and the shoe back to the ground, where he has me press down with my foot, submerging it all the way into the shoe. I can tell almost immediately that this is my shoe, my favorite green Converse. It feels familiar and comfy. He has me repeat the process with the other foot, and then I feel him stand back up. I can’t tell what he does next. It feels like he’s pulling on the sleeves of the jacket, which I am most definitely sweating in now, and doing something with them. He finishes quickly and I just stand there for a moment.
It’s warm and toasty inside the jacket, and I feel stupid and embarrassed with my dick hanging out of the zipper opening of the jeans. I start to feel the now familiar tug on my junk and growl darkly. I may have to do what he wants but I don’t have to like it. The next sound I hear nearly freezes my blood though. I hear another door open and I feel the familiar sensation of open air on my skin.
Oh HELL no!
“Nnnnnnnph!” I plant my feet as firmly as I can. I am NOT going out in public like this! I can already feel my face flushing and reddening beneath all the tape and the hat and hood, but I will be damned if I just let him take me out where just anyone can see me, especially with my dick hanging out where everyone can see it!
I feel him stop tugging finally and then his smooth, gravely chuckle makes its way to my ears.
“There’s that famous fire. Determined to die on your hill are you? You should know I’ve made plenty of preparations to keep passersby away. It wouldn’t do for you to go running up and making noise at the first nosey neighbor to glance our way. Too much of a risk to let my little prize escape.Does that alleviate your fears hmm?”
“Fnnnph mmph! Nnph!” I try to spit back at him.
“Hmmm. Well that’s just too bad. You don’t really have a choice you see. You can’t exactly resist as much as you think.” It’s then that I feel the tugging start again, and I involuntarily take a single step forward. Even trying to brace myself I can’t help but feel the pleasure course through my body when he pulls on it. The pain also makes it difficult to resist. The pull down below only increases in tension as the seconds tick by, forcing me to take another bloody step towards the bloody open door.
“Nnnnnph! Pmmmmph!”
Oh god, trying to form that syllable caused the now wet and gooey mass lodged in my mouth to squeeze slightly, releasing those salty juices trapped inside. I immediately fell silent again, as the concoction slid down my throat, all the while that tugging pulled my forward several more steps. I was at the door frame now, I could feel that lip on the edge. One more pull would be all it took to get me out the door, and it seemed my host was impatient to be on his way.
I tried. I tried so hard, but it was all I could do to not clamp my mouth down to not feel that nasty salty taste again. It was either that or let my balls get torn off.
“Mmmmmmmph!”
I had no choice. Just like he said. Damn it.
I practically fell out of the door, my feet hitting something that sounded and felt like wood. I could hear that infernal chuckling again, mocking me. The leash pulled me forward every step of the way.
“Careful friend, there are steps in front of you, and I don’t want you taking any tumbles.” As he said this I felt a hand on my shoulder, even though the leash pulled me forward. The hand guided me to a stop then. If he was right, and there were steps there, and he expected me to go down them myself, then I had to be very very careful.
I tentatively used my toe to find the edge of the steps and I carefully and very, very slowly moved down the steps one at a time. The leash never quite stopped pulling me forward and down the steps, but the hand on my shoulder was firm and sure. When I reached the bottom onto smooth concrete, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was, annoyingly, short lived.
The hand on my shoulder lifted and I was left with nothing but the sensation of being pulled onward. From here onwards my ever present host was silent. Fine by me. The less I spoke the less I’d have to deal with this nasty taste in my mouth. We walk for I don’t even know how long. As before, whoever this guy is he takes great care of guiding me around turns and obstacles. I don’t think we met even a single person on our little forey either, which I thought was weird. Given how late it was I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. But where was he taking me?
With the tape over my eyes I got pretty turned around pretty easily, but whoever this guy was he was going in a purposeful direction.
After god only knows how long, I finally feel the insistent tugging stop. I sigh in relief at being able to rest my aching ball sack. I feel two hands come down on my shoulders from behind me, causing me to jump in surprise. Had someone finally found us? Was I finally about to be exposed? The faintest whisper in my ear laid down that hope and fear like a dog behind the woodshed.
“Alright, we’re finally here.”
“Hmph?” I enquire questioningly. Where is here exactly? You blindfolded me, you moron.
“Patience my little prisoner. What you have before you is a choice. I’ll remove your blindfold in a moment, but you can’t turn to look at me, not yet, otherwise there will be. . . . . Consequences.”
At that word he zipped down some of the jacket I was wearing and his wandering fingers found one of my nipples and pinched it suggestively. I grunted through the sharp pain, but nodded my head in understanding. The hands firmly, but carefully turned me to face a different direction. When he stopped I felt fingers fumbling for the duct tape that covered my eyes. When he found it he peeled a bit of it up carefully and began to remove it from my eyes. When he was done I opened my eyes for the first time in I don’t even know how long.
I had to blink several times to clearly see what was in front of me. I couldn’t move anywhere still, with those hands still gripping me firmly. So I looked ahead. In front of us was my dorm building. Most of the lights were out, and it was clearly late in the night.
“Like I said, you have a choice before you.” My captor whispered into my ear. Oh how I longed to turn and see his face! But his instructions had been clear, and the hood over the hat still made it hard to see around it. Also, his voice had somehow changed. It wasn’t as gruff or gravely. It was higher in pitch, and much more natural. As if he’d been affecting a fake voice all this time
“As I said, we’re not out to hurt you. On the contrary it’s in our best interest to see you relatively safe and happy. To that end I’m offering you this choice openly. But say the word and I will take you up to your room and release you and we can pretend this whole night never happened. However, if you felt anything akin to enjoyment or happiness in how we treated you this night I ask you to consider staying with us. I promise you, I will personally ensure you don’t regret it. It certainly doesn’t look like you aren’t enjoying yourself.” His eyes wander downward where he is no doubt taking notice of my painfully enclosed cock.
Even as my hard-on attempts to rise and only remains squished inside I stare longingly at my dorm building. I can feel everything as I gaze on, my arms wrapped around me by the straight-jacket, my face wrapped in duct tape and holding the salty, gooey mass within. It was just so erotic and hot. But also uncomfortable. His poor goolies were sore from being squished inside that cage, the thing in his mouth under peasant and slimy, and for the life of him he could not explain why despite all of that, he was so damn excited!
As if reading his mind the voice of his captor whispered insidiously into his ear.
“Come with me, and you could have the most mind blowing experiences. And we can experience them together. Just the two of us.”
Ever so slowly the arms on his shoulders turned Jason carefully around so that he could look upon the face of his tormentor. A pair of luscious chocolate brown iris, full of warmth, and mischievousness, stared back at his bright verdant green ones. That upturning of the mouth with a quirk of a smile at the corners. He was waiting for an answer. He wasn’t subtle about what answer he wanted either. Even as they stared into each other’s eyes his hands moved to cup and caress my gagged face, while his other wandered lower and made a show of fondling the cage trapping my immobilized junk. All the attention made it very hard to think, and I nearly moaned into my gag as I tried to focus on Xanders eyes.
After what could only be described as an eternity of struggling back and forth between my insecurities and my desires I relented. I gave Xander a barely perceptible nod. He smiled wide and immediately stopped what he was doing.
“Excellent,” he said, no longer attempting to fake a deeper voice, “let’s get back to the lair so we can eat some food and enjoy some actual playtime. I have a lot of high hopes for you Jase. Ah, but first. . . .”
He paused and shifted direction to walk around Jason as he picked his phone out of his pocket, dialing a number as he did. I could hear the conversation behind me as I tried to turn my head to watch him.
“Yes he’s in. . . . . . Yeah we’ll be back soon so keep it warm for us then we’ll get ‘em ready for the night, see you soon.”
I heard the beep as he canceled the call and turned back to walk back around me again. He put both his hands on my shoulders and whispered into my ear.
“On with the show.” Before I could ask more about what he meant with whatever gargled sounds I could make a fresh strip of duct tape from who knows where came back down over my eyes, shutting off my sight once more.
“Mmph?” I blabbed in surprise. Then the god damn chuckle was back.
“What? You thought just because I revealed myself I’m going to take it easy on you now because we’re close? Think again bud. The night's events are only just beginning. Now hop to my little bondage boy, we got places to be.”
And with that the cursed tugging on my crotch began anew, with me incoherently cursing Xander the entire walk back to wherever he was planning to stash me.
Being tugged on by your dick is not an altogether unpleasant experience. If anything, it was hot as hell. Problem was that I couldn’t exactly enjoy it. You know, what with having my one eyed monster imprisoned in a chastity cage, preventing me from getting hard again. It was maddening, frustrating, and being unable to see where I was going was scaring the shit out of me. But I could feel plenty.
The floor was hard and cool, and the texture reminded me of some kind of ceramic. Thankfully my “kind” host was gracious enough to go slower than what was probably normal, though he used whatever lead he’d attached to me to tug me in whatever direction he needed to go. We came to a couple turns in whatever building we were in, but he would lead me around them using the leash pretty expertly. I say expertly because no matter how hard it was to move in that stupid hobble, I never seemed to run into anything.
With my effective blindness, I was still scared to death of where I was being led to, but it was very hard to think about anything other than putting one step in front of the other. My poor caged cock was constantly trying to harden to its full length, but the cage it was in made it kind of painful as it tried to swell but only felt squished. Whenever that leash pulled it yanked on not just my shaft, but my balls too. It kind of made it easier to tell where he wanted me to go, but damn it I needed some relief! Every pull and tug was both pain and pleasure, and it was driving me insane.
We stopped for a moment and I heard a door open somewhere to my right. Then rustling sounds. Next, I felt fingers fiddling with my ankles. The sensation of the weight of the bar between my legs eased as it seemed like it was removed. Finally my torturer spoke.
“Now let’s get you properly dressed for that walk. Leg up please, and don’t forget the consequences if you refuse.”
I involuntarily shuddered at the memory of nonstop fingers shimming up and down my soles. I raised my left leg slowly. I wanted to take my time. The longer I drew out this process the better. I next felt a pair of pants get pulled up my leg. It felt like another pair of jeans, but these weren’t tight like my skinny ones. He gave exact cues and instructions for when to put my leg down and the other into the other pant leg, and then he pulled the whole thing up and then buttoned the top. He didn’t zip it closed though. . . . . . .
Instead he pulled my engorged member through the hole and just simply. . . Left it there? Oh wait, he’s putting the stupid leash back on it. Greeeeeeeeat. Sure, give me a pair of pants but leave my goolies out and about to hang around? WHy even give me pants at all then?
The next thing I know he’s pulling something around me. Another jacket? Feels like it, but it’s thick and warm, and it surrounds my whole body, arms, chest, everything. Oh gods I can already feel myself heating up inside. A few more minutes in this and I’ll be sweating like a pig. Gross.I feel the front get zipped up, all the way to my neck, then I feel something get placed on my head. A hat maybe? Yeah, it feels like a simple snapback. Then I feel the hood of the jacket get tugged upwards, up and over the hat on my head.
“Now lift your feet up again.” I hear my captor say through the thick hood. I reluctantly obey, lifting up my right foot first this time. I feel him putting a shoe on my foot. I nearly lose my balance as he tries to yank it upwards, but he takes hold of my ankle and brings my foot and the shoe back to the ground, where he has me press down with my foot, submerging it all the way into the shoe. I can tell almost immediately that this is my shoe, my favorite green Converse. It feels familiar and comfy. He has me repeat the process with the other foot, and then I feel him stand back up. I can’t tell what he does next. It feels like he’s pulling on the sleeves of the jacket, which I am most definitely sweating in now, and doing something with them. He finishes quickly and I just stand there for a moment.
It’s warm and toasty inside the jacket, and I feel stupid and embarrassed with my dick hanging out of the zipper opening of the jeans. I start to feel the now familiar tug on my junk and growl darkly. I may have to do what he wants but I don’t have to like it. The next sound I hear nearly freezes my blood though. I hear another door open and I feel the familiar sensation of open air on my skin.
Oh HELL no!
“Nnnnnnnph!” I plant my feet as firmly as I can. I am NOT going out in public like this! I can already feel my face flushing and reddening beneath all the tape and the hat and hood, but I will be damned if I just let him take me out where just anyone can see me, especially with my dick hanging out where everyone can see it!
I feel him stop tugging finally and then his smooth, gravely chuckle makes its way to my ears.
“There’s that famous fire. Determined to die on your hill are you? You should know I’ve made plenty of preparations to keep passersby away. It wouldn’t do for you to go running up and making noise at the first nosey neighbor to glance our way. Too much of a risk to let my little prize escape.Does that alleviate your fears hmm?”
“Fnnnph mmph! Nnph!” I try to spit back at him.
“Hmmm. Well that’s just too bad. You don’t really have a choice you see. You can’t exactly resist as much as you think.” It’s then that I feel the tugging start again, and I involuntarily take a single step forward. Even trying to brace myself I can’t help but feel the pleasure course through my body when he pulls on it. The pain also makes it difficult to resist. The pull down below only increases in tension as the seconds tick by, forcing me to take another bloody step towards the bloody open door.
“Nnnnnph! Pmmmmph!”
Oh god, trying to form that syllable caused the now wet and gooey mass lodged in my mouth to squeeze slightly, releasing those salty juices trapped inside. I immediately fell silent again, as the concoction slid down my throat, all the while that tugging pulled my forward several more steps. I was at the door frame now, I could feel that lip on the edge. One more pull would be all it took to get me out the door, and it seemed my host was impatient to be on his way.
I tried. I tried so hard, but it was all I could do to not clamp my mouth down to not feel that nasty salty taste again. It was either that or let my balls get torn off.
“Mmmmmmmph!”
I had no choice. Just like he said. Damn it.
I practically fell out of the door, my feet hitting something that sounded and felt like wood. I could hear that infernal chuckling again, mocking me. The leash pulled me forward every step of the way.
“Careful friend, there are steps in front of you, and I don’t want you taking any tumbles.” As he said this I felt a hand on my shoulder, even though the leash pulled me forward. The hand guided me to a stop then. If he was right, and there were steps there, and he expected me to go down them myself, then I had to be very very careful.
I tentatively used my toe to find the edge of the steps and I carefully and very, very slowly moved down the steps one at a time. The leash never quite stopped pulling me forward and down the steps, but the hand on my shoulder was firm and sure. When I reached the bottom onto smooth concrete, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was, annoyingly, short lived.
The hand on my shoulder lifted and I was left with nothing but the sensation of being pulled onward. From here onwards my ever present host was silent. Fine by me. The less I spoke the less I’d have to deal with this nasty taste in my mouth. We walk for I don’t even know how long. As before, whoever this guy is he takes great care of guiding me around turns and obstacles. I don’t think we met even a single person on our little forey either, which I thought was weird. Given how late it was I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. But where was he taking me?
With the tape over my eyes I got pretty turned around pretty easily, but whoever this guy was he was going in a purposeful direction.
After god only knows how long, I finally feel the insistent tugging stop. I sigh in relief at being able to rest my aching ball sack. I feel two hands come down on my shoulders from behind me, causing me to jump in surprise. Had someone finally found us? Was I finally about to be exposed? The faintest whisper in my ear laid down that hope and fear like a dog behind the woodshed.
“Alright, we’re finally here.”
“Hmph?” I enquire questioningly. Where is here exactly? You blindfolded me, you moron.
“Patience my little prisoner. What you have before you is a choice. I’ll remove your blindfold in a moment, but you can’t turn to look at me, not yet, otherwise there will be. . . . . Consequences.”
At that word he zipped down some of the jacket I was wearing and his wandering fingers found one of my nipples and pinched it suggestively. I grunted through the sharp pain, but nodded my head in understanding. The hands firmly, but carefully turned me to face a different direction. When he stopped I felt fingers fumbling for the duct tape that covered my eyes. When he found it he peeled a bit of it up carefully and began to remove it from my eyes. When he was done I opened my eyes for the first time in I don’t even know how long.
I had to blink several times to clearly see what was in front of me. I couldn’t move anywhere still, with those hands still gripping me firmly. So I looked ahead. In front of us was my dorm building. Most of the lights were out, and it was clearly late in the night.
“Like I said, you have a choice before you.” My captor whispered into my ear. Oh how I longed to turn and see his face! But his instructions had been clear, and the hood over the hat still made it hard to see around it. Also, his voice had somehow changed. It wasn’t as gruff or gravely. It was higher in pitch, and much more natural. As if he’d been affecting a fake voice all this time
“As I said, we’re not out to hurt you. On the contrary it’s in our best interest to see you relatively safe and happy. To that end I’m offering you this choice openly. But say the word and I will take you up to your room and release you and we can pretend this whole night never happened. However, if you felt anything akin to enjoyment or happiness in how we treated you this night I ask you to consider staying with us. I promise you, I will personally ensure you don’t regret it. It certainly doesn’t look like you aren’t enjoying yourself.” His eyes wander downward where he is no doubt taking notice of my painfully enclosed cock.
Even as my hard-on attempts to rise and only remains squished inside I stare longingly at my dorm building. I can feel everything as I gaze on, my arms wrapped around me by the straight-jacket, my face wrapped in duct tape and holding the salty, gooey mass within. It was just so erotic and hot. But also uncomfortable. His poor goolies were sore from being squished inside that cage, the thing in his mouth under peasant and slimy, and for the life of him he could not explain why despite all of that, he was so damn excited!
As if reading his mind the voice of his captor whispered insidiously into his ear.
“Come with me, and you could have the most mind blowing experiences. And we can experience them together. Just the two of us.”
Ever so slowly the arms on his shoulders turned Jason carefully around so that he could look upon the face of his tormentor. A pair of luscious chocolate brown iris, full of warmth, and mischievousness, stared back at his bright verdant green ones. That upturning of the mouth with a quirk of a smile at the corners. He was waiting for an answer. He wasn’t subtle about what answer he wanted either. Even as they stared into each other’s eyes his hands moved to cup and caress my gagged face, while his other wandered lower and made a show of fondling the cage trapping my immobilized junk. All the attention made it very hard to think, and I nearly moaned into my gag as I tried to focus on Xanders eyes.
After what could only be described as an eternity of struggling back and forth between my insecurities and my desires I relented. I gave Xander a barely perceptible nod. He smiled wide and immediately stopped what he was doing.
“Excellent,” he said, no longer attempting to fake a deeper voice, “let’s get back to the lair so we can eat some food and enjoy some actual playtime. I have a lot of high hopes for you Jase. Ah, but first. . . .”
He paused and shifted direction to walk around Jason as he picked his phone out of his pocket, dialing a number as he did. I could hear the conversation behind me as I tried to turn my head to watch him.
“Yes he’s in. . . . . . Yeah we’ll be back soon so keep it warm for us then we’ll get ‘em ready for the night, see you soon.”
I heard the beep as he canceled the call and turned back to walk back around me again. He put both his hands on my shoulders and whispered into my ear.
“On with the show.” Before I could ask more about what he meant with whatever gargled sounds I could make a fresh strip of duct tape from who knows where came back down over my eyes, shutting off my sight once more.
“Mmph?” I blabbed in surprise. Then the god damn chuckle was back.
“What? You thought just because I revealed myself I’m going to take it easy on you now because we’re close? Think again bud. The night's events are only just beginning. Now hop to my little bondage boy, we got places to be.”
And with that the cursed tugging on my crotch began anew, with me incoherently cursing Xander the entire walk back to wherever he was planning to stash me.
Oh my GOD!!!! This is so amazingly hot I can't even put it into words. The cock cage, the bondage in public, the uncertainty of where Jace was being led, EVERYTHING!!! And the fact that dreamy Xan was behind it all makes it even better. How I'm all a-tingle to find out what's in store for our cute dancer boi. And who his captor was calling on the phone.
You have a real winner here, my man!
You have a real winner here, my man!
I had suspected that Xander was involved someone, maybe orchestrating/paying the kidnappers. But him actually, literally, pulling the strings? A great little surprise! Jason is certainly in for a fun night, if his afternoon/evening so far is any indication. Can't wait for them to get back to the lair, and to see what Xander is planning!
Great update - can't wait to read the next part, find out who the others are and what lies in store for Jason!
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I just read chapter five and much as expected, found it immensely enjoyable!
I really must congratulate you for successfully describing so many things through the lens of Jason's blindfolded state.
The fact that Jason paints such vivid imagery of his captive state is a tribute to your impressive writing skills, buddy-boi.
This is absolutely fantastic.
I know quite a few guys are going to be thrilled with the introduction of a chastity cage.
Can't wait to read more!
I'll be delving into the sixth chapter a bit later this evening.
I just read chapter five and much as expected, found it immensely enjoyable!
I really must congratulate you for successfully describing so many things through the lens of Jason's blindfolded state.
The fact that Jason paints such vivid imagery of his captive state is a tribute to your impressive writing skills, buddy-boi.
This is absolutely fantastic.
I know quite a few guys are going to be thrilled with the introduction of a chastity cage.
Can't wait to read more!
I'll be delving into the sixth chapter a bit later this evening.
Hey guys! I want to thank everyone for their continued support of this story that I've written. I greatly appreciate that people have taken the time to read it. For now though we're going to go back in time a bit to shine a bit more light on things from the past. As such this is an interim chapter until I finish writing the next one. Enjoy!
Interim Chapter
------A couple weeks back
“Bondage? That’s your big secret? Geez, you had me worried for nothing!” Xander grumbled. He’d been pestering me for days about revealing the one thing I was most anxious about sharing. I gave him a lazy middle finger in response to his blasé attitude, while also doing my very best to ignore the creeping feeling of bliss rushing to my face.
They were having lunch at a local cafe in town, Xander enjoying a hot coffee with plenty of cream and sugar, and my far more civilized and cultured choice of a nice chai tea latte.
“Fuck you, it’s embarrassing enough as is.” I mumbled grumpily. He frowned when I said that.
“Why? It’s one of the most common types of kink or fetish someone can have. Roughly 20% of all men have a fetish for being tied up, including me.” I stared at him.
“You?” I asked, skeptical. He nodded, his face split by a proud smile.
“I was hoping you would be into that stuff too, hence why I started prodding so early on. Why are you acting like you’re ashamed of it?” He asked.
I turned my head away from him, looking into the sky as memories invaded my skull. I’d always enjoyed tie up games. Even got a family friend only a year older than me and his brother to enjoy some fun as kids. Parents caught us eventually and emphasized how dangerous it was and to not do it again. As I got older I still enjoyed watching plenty of porn with it, but never had the occasion to actually experience it. That all came crashing down when mom caught me watching it one day.
She’d said a lot of things that day. Said only perverts and disgusting pigs liked things like that. Said it would have been a disaster if his little sister had seen or walked in at the wrong time. He’d been a lot more careful after that. But he’d never forgotten what she’d said about him. Which is why he never told anyone about what he liked. Until now anyway. Now that he was away from her. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs of troubled memories away.
“No reason I guess. Never met anyone else who enjoyed it before.” I said absentmindedly. Xander just looked thoughtful for a second before jumping onto the next topic.
“So. . . What kinds of things do you like?” He asked suggestively, complete with wiggling eyebrows. I couldn’t help but smile, and the next half hour was spent in earnest discussion between us. We both found that we had several likes in common, and a few things that we didn’t. It helped take a lot of anxiety I had about the subject off my mind. I’d never had anyone I could confide in or talk about sex stuff with. It was. . . . . Nice.
Eventually Xander looked me straight in the eye and asked point blank.
“Do you want me to tie you up?”
Immediately I felt my face flush again, but I ignored it as I pondered the question. Did I want that? Did I want this gorgeous guy to bind and gag me? I could feel my loins down below scream “YES” but it was hard to put into words my discomfort at the idea.
I’d spent so long daydreaming and fantasizing about the subject that I didn’t know how I could handle it, let alone if I could at all.
“I. . . . Yes. Yes I think I do.” There I finally said it, and before my nerves could fail me I plowed onward.
“But I don’t want to just lay there. I want more. I want,” I hesitated at this part because it was just so audacious, “I want you to kidnap me.”
Xander’s eyebrow rose, clearly not expecting this level of commitment. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat a bit, though it had no backrest. My blood seemed to falter in my veins. That had been too much. I knew it. I’d blown it. I looked down, dejected.
“Naw dude don’t do that, don’t crawl back into that shell,” Xander punctuated his statement with a flick to my forehead, “I can do it, but it’s gonna need lots of planning and discussion. I even have a few friends who can help out who are kind of into the same things, but are you sure you can handle it?” He asked this next question with a very serious look on his face.
Holding my stinging forehead, I stared at him. It was here right in front of me. All my dreams, all my fantasies, mine for the taking. Nothing was going to stand in my way. Not this time.
“I’m in dude. All the way.”
Xander smiled like Christmas had come early.
“We’ll see if you still have that spunk in you once I’m through with you. Looks like I’ve got some calls to make. I’ll talk to you later, bud.” And just like that he was off, out of his seat with his phone in his hand.
I just sat there staring after him wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into.
Interim Chapter
------A couple weeks back
“Bondage? That’s your big secret? Geez, you had me worried for nothing!” Xander grumbled. He’d been pestering me for days about revealing the one thing I was most anxious about sharing. I gave him a lazy middle finger in response to his blasé attitude, while also doing my very best to ignore the creeping feeling of bliss rushing to my face.
They were having lunch at a local cafe in town, Xander enjoying a hot coffee with plenty of cream and sugar, and my far more civilized and cultured choice of a nice chai tea latte.
“Fuck you, it’s embarrassing enough as is.” I mumbled grumpily. He frowned when I said that.
“Why? It’s one of the most common types of kink or fetish someone can have. Roughly 20% of all men have a fetish for being tied up, including me.” I stared at him.
“You?” I asked, skeptical. He nodded, his face split by a proud smile.
“I was hoping you would be into that stuff too, hence why I started prodding so early on. Why are you acting like you’re ashamed of it?” He asked.
I turned my head away from him, looking into the sky as memories invaded my skull. I’d always enjoyed tie up games. Even got a family friend only a year older than me and his brother to enjoy some fun as kids. Parents caught us eventually and emphasized how dangerous it was and to not do it again. As I got older I still enjoyed watching plenty of porn with it, but never had the occasion to actually experience it. That all came crashing down when mom caught me watching it one day.
She’d said a lot of things that day. Said only perverts and disgusting pigs liked things like that. Said it would have been a disaster if his little sister had seen or walked in at the wrong time. He’d been a lot more careful after that. But he’d never forgotten what she’d said about him. Which is why he never told anyone about what he liked. Until now anyway. Now that he was away from her. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs of troubled memories away.
“No reason I guess. Never met anyone else who enjoyed it before.” I said absentmindedly. Xander just looked thoughtful for a second before jumping onto the next topic.
“So. . . What kinds of things do you like?” He asked suggestively, complete with wiggling eyebrows. I couldn’t help but smile, and the next half hour was spent in earnest discussion between us. We both found that we had several likes in common, and a few things that we didn’t. It helped take a lot of anxiety I had about the subject off my mind. I’d never had anyone I could confide in or talk about sex stuff with. It was. . . . . Nice.
Eventually Xander looked me straight in the eye and asked point blank.
“Do you want me to tie you up?”
Immediately I felt my face flush again, but I ignored it as I pondered the question. Did I want that? Did I want this gorgeous guy to bind and gag me? I could feel my loins down below scream “YES” but it was hard to put into words my discomfort at the idea.
I’d spent so long daydreaming and fantasizing about the subject that I didn’t know how I could handle it, let alone if I could at all.
“I. . . . Yes. Yes I think I do.” There I finally said it, and before my nerves could fail me I plowed onward.
“But I don’t want to just lay there. I want more. I want,” I hesitated at this part because it was just so audacious, “I want you to kidnap me.”
Xander’s eyebrow rose, clearly not expecting this level of commitment. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat a bit, though it had no backrest. My blood seemed to falter in my veins. That had been too much. I knew it. I’d blown it. I looked down, dejected.
“Naw dude don’t do that, don’t crawl back into that shell,” Xander punctuated his statement with a flick to my forehead, “I can do it, but it’s gonna need lots of planning and discussion. I even have a few friends who can help out who are kind of into the same things, but are you sure you can handle it?” He asked this next question with a very serious look on his face.
Holding my stinging forehead, I stared at him. It was here right in front of me. All my dreams, all my fantasies, mine for the taking. Nothing was going to stand in my way. Not this time.
“I’m in dude. All the way.”
Xander smiled like Christmas had come early.
“We’ll see if you still have that spunk in you once I’m through with you. Looks like I’ve got some calls to make. I’ll talk to you later, bud.” And just like that he was off, out of his seat with his phone in his hand.
I just sat there staring after him wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into.
Nice flashback, helps set the scene. Really enjoy your style of writing!
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Wow, this is a great look into these two! Thank you for sharing this!
Thank you both for saying so. I’m glad that people can enjoy how they are outside of their current predicament, because this would be how they are normally. Also I needed a slight break from all the bondage for a chapter before diving back in.
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Really enjoyed the flashback, mate! Kinda reinforces the notion that if you reveal something, you better be ready to follow through 
Love how this is all being orchestrated by Xavier and am eager to see where he takes Jase - literally, physically, and psychologically.
Love how this is all being orchestrated by Xavier and am eager to see where he takes Jase - literally, physically, and psychologically.
This is one of my favorite so far on this forum. Love the various bondage materials and the kidnapping/sequestration scheme. Keep up 
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[mention]Jason07[/mention] Glad to see this is still going strong, my friend.
It seems you definitely have a successful hit on your hands!
Chapter six was especially fun, what with the blind stroll, sensorial deprivation/stimuli and big reveal.
Can't wait to see what sorta fun these two will end up enjoying.
It seems you definitely have a successful hit on your hands!
Chapter six was especially fun, what with the blind stroll, sensorial deprivation/stimuli and big reveal.
Can't wait to see what sorta fun these two will end up enjoying.
I spent seven years locked in a cock cage 24/7. The guy who kept the keys would frequently tie me up since I HAD to show up any time he called since I was very definitely his prisoner. Several years ago, he moved out of the area and gave me my freedom. Loved being free, but kind of missed the rope time, even the cage time. A couple weeks ago I put the cage on. Planned on wearing it for a couple days. I stopped at a local convenience store, got gas, used the restroom. Planned on using the stall since I was caged. It was in use, so I used a urinal. A much younger, much stronger friend who used to tie me, but hadn't tied me in years came in and used the urinal beside me. He saw the cage and asked me who had the keys. I told him I had them. They were at my place. I just wanted to wear it for a few days since it had been so long since anyone had tied me or caged me. He decided to come to my place and take the keys. So, he now has the keys and I am locked up once again. He tells me it is permanently attached. He says when I can wrestle him down and tie him up, I can get the keys back. There is no way that will ever happen. This guy is huge compared to me. So, he told me last night I had to come to his place this morning to get tied up. Since I'm his prisoner I had no choice. So, I got there and immediately got hogtied. Plus I have to get tied up again on Friday and on Saturday. When someone controls your "junk" they very definitely control you. Looks like this guy is going to be a prisoner for a very long time. Even after the ropes and cuffs come off. He'll still be a prisoner. Lucky guy.
Damn! That's awesome!Finn wrote: ↑2 years ago I spent seven years locked in a cock cage 24/7. The guy who kept the keys would frequently tie me up since I HAD to show up any time he called since I was very definitely his prisoner. Several years ago, he moved out of the area and gave me my freedom. Loved being free, but kind of missed the rope time, even the cage time. A couple weeks ago I put the cage on. Planned on wearing it for a couple days. I stopped at a local convenience store, got gas, used the restroom. Planned on using the stall since I was caged. It was in use, so I used a urinal. A much younger, much stronger friend who used to tie me, but hadn't tied me in years came in and used the urinal beside me. He saw the cage and asked me who had the keys. I told him I had them. They were at my place. I just wanted to wear it for a few days since it had been so long since anyone had tied me or caged me. He decided to come to my place and take the keys. So, he now has the keys and I am locked up once again. He tells me it is permanently attached. He says when I can wrestle him down and tie him up, I can get the keys back. There is no way that will ever happen. This guy is huge compared to me. So, he told me last night I had to come to his place this morning to get tied up. Since I'm his prisoner I had no choice. So, I got there and immediately got hogtied. Plus I have to get tied up again on Friday and on Saturday. When someone controls your "junk" they very definitely control you. Looks like this guy is going to be a prisoner for a very long time. Even after the ropes and cuffs come off. He'll still be a prisoner. Lucky guy.
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Holy damn I cannot imagine having a cage that long. I might die. My limit in a cage is only four days. And I have the keys so I eventually have to take them off. Granted I need a new cage because mine is too small. Helps me avoid temptation though. XDDD
Still, wish I had someone that willing to take care of me. We will see how long Jason lasts, as this is still only his first night with them.
Holy damn I cannot imagine having a cage that long. I might die. My limit in a cage is only four days. And I have the keys so I eventually have to take them off. Granted I need a new cage because mine is too small. Helps me avoid temptation though. XDDD
Still, wish I had someone that willing to take care of me. We will see how long Jason lasts, as this is still only his first night with them.
Granted, it will be harder for a hormonal college student like Jason, than it is for me, but I do hope that Zander does keep Jason locked in the cock cage for a few years. The two very muscular men who hold the keys to my cage, tell me that they can think of numerous reasons why it is to their advantage to keep me caged and hold me prisoner. But they can't think of any good reason why it would benefit them to let me out of my cage and quit tying and chaining me. They tell me that my imprisonment to them, is permanent. Kind of hope Zander decides to make Jason's imprisonment permanent also. Nice to have a man who is such a devoted friend. Even a devoted friend who is also somewhat of a "control freak."
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Hope you're doing okay [mention]Jason07[/mention].
You've been sort of quiet these past two weeks.
Hoping we get a continuation of this soon, my friend.
You've been sort of quiet these past two weeks.
Hoping we get a continuation of this soon, my friend.
Don't worry everyone, I'm doing ok. Inspiration for this tale has just slowed down a bit and I'm having trouble keeping it going for the moment, but it is still coming along. ^ ^
Glad to hear that you're OK. Take your time, I'm sure it will be worth the wait!
Nice writing
You can't rush art. When the Muse strikes you, we'll be here, eagerly awaiting the next installment!
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[mention]Jason07[/mention]
Glad to hear you're doing okay, buddy-boi.
Take the time you need. We'll be here to greet you when you're ready to grace us with new chapters.
Glad to hear you're doing okay, buddy-boi.
Take the time you need. We'll be here to greet you when you're ready to grace us with new chapters.