The Weekend Slave (MMMFF/M)
Warning: 18+ Sexual Content
This story contains several characters from my previous stories (Alexander, Constantine and Uncle Hunter) and it includes themes of objectification, humiliation, extreme/encasement bondage, breath play, consensual non-consent/kidnapping, Coach/swimmer, and some BDSM. I'm also introducing two female characters later on, but the vast majority of the story is highly homoerotic, as to be expected. I really hope you enjoy this latest addition of mine!
PACKAGING AND DELIVERY
At 5 pm, the floor manager wished everyone a great weekend. Immediately, Alexander logged off, packed his belongings in his backpack and made his way to the exit. He worked as a telemarketer during the summer so he could make some extra money for university. Normally, Alexander would stick around to speak with his colleagues, but not today. After merely two minutes, Alexander was already in his car, heading towards the studio where he would be modelling with five other handsome, young men like him.
“You’re late,” barked Uncle Hunter when Alexander finally arrived at the venue.
“I’m sorry, just finished work,” he said apologetically.
Uncle Hunter nodded and growled affirmatively, but did not smile. “Alright, go to the green room and get changed. The other boys are already here.”
Alexander did as he was told. He couldn’t imagine disobeying Uncle Hunter. The man looked like a typical biker – totally bald head, thick gray beard, beady blue eyes, and a hulking frame. Even when he was regularly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, Alexander felt himself entranced by the man’s powerful appearance.
He headed to the green room and started undressing. First, he removed his tight-fitting yellow t-shirt, followed by his black Nike sneakers and blue jeans, feeling vulnerable as he stripped down to his white Calvin Klein briefs. He looked around and realized Uncle Hunter was right, everybody was already done changing and he was the only one there. Alexander felt relieved, as he was somewhat self-conscious about his package not measuring up. He took off his briefs and quickly replaced them with his outfit – a bright red speedo swimsuit.
A wave of excitement washed over his impressionable body as he looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help but admire his slim, perfectly sun-tanned complexion in the impossibly tight swimsuit. Alexander just shaved his face, chest, legs and armpits this morning before work. His head hair, however, reached down just over his ears and framed his narrow face like a pair of dark-brown curtains. His lithe, hairless body and longish hair stood in contrast with his high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and the now rather obvious bulge in his speedo. He felt so sexy he was shaking.
“Alex! What’s taking you so long?” He heard Uncle Hunter’s voice barking harshly at him from outside. He snapped back to reality.
“I…I’m coming, Uncle Hunter!” He removed his last article of regular clothing, his socks, and left the green room wearing only a red speedo.
The large studio had a green screen from which various backgrounds would be projected. Another man joined Uncle Hunter; he was a tall, bearded black man who warmly presented himself as Coach Bill, the man who brought the other models and helped Uncle Hunter with the photo-shoot.
Alexander saw five other young men in the studio clad in shiny orange, yellow, green, blue and purple speedos. Once he joined the line up of suntanned, hairless muscled bodies, he noticed that their suit colours formed the famous rainbow flag. Uncle Hunter explained that August was Pride Month, and he deeply thanked the models for agreeing to participate.
After the rainbow line up, the models were photographed alone or in pairs in various poses. While none of the poses were particularly explicit, they were certainly suggestive, maximally showing off the subjects’ bodies. They were the kind of pictures that would be used on covers of gay men’s magazines, even though the models were not necessarily gay themselves, they just wanted to show off their beautiful bodies and get paid for it.
One of the models, now clad in neon yellow swim briefs, was his best friend, Constantine. He also had his body shaved from head to toe, highlighting his powerful, compact muscles that were developed from years of competitive swimming. He also had a fresh new haircut, high and tight, making him look like an army recruit. Damn, thought Alexander, he looked so hot. The other four models were introduced as Colin, Roman, Chris and Samuel. They all had a similar look – smooth, young (Alexander assumed they were anywhere between their late teens to mid-twenties), classically handsome faces, slim but with varying degrees of muscle, and slightly above average height. In other words, they were typical supermodel material.
The entire photo-shoot took about one hour. Once the excitement of being surrounded by naked bodies wore off, the event actually felt surprisingly normal. Alexander and Constantine were paired together for a number of shots – Constantine didn’t feel too comfortable pairing up with anybody else – and Uncle Hunter had them throw a ball, stand back to back, pretend to wrestle, and Alex’s favourite – hug each other.
While two handsome young men hugging each other – in speedos – may not necessarily imply sexual desire, Alexander certainly felt himself getting aroused when their naked, slightly sweaty bodies touched, feeling his friend’s chiselled back between his fingers, their bulges touching ever so slightly…
“Dude, Alex,” Constantine whispered, “You have a serious boner.”
“Shut up, Connie,” Alexander whispered back. Constantine chuckled.
While he didn’t necessarily reciprocate his best friend’s feelings, Constantine loved the kind of attention he received from him. Even his own girlfriend didn’t admire his body the way Alexander did! Also, say what you want about his eccentricities, Alexander was really fun to have around. Constantine always thought that if he ever wanted felt like doing gay stuff, Alex would be his number one go-to. After all, he kind of looked like his girlfriend, Daniya. This wasn’t necessarily gay, though. Just a bunch of good looking dudes being proud of their bodies…on Pride month. Right?
After the hour was up, the models each received a check for $80 and headed back to the change rooms. Not bad for just strutting around in budgie smugglers looking sexy, thought the boys. When it was Alexander’s turn to accept his check, Constantine jumped in and grabbed it.
“Uh-uh, I’m going to hold on to this. For safekeeping.”
“What?” Replied Alexander, slightly outraged.
“Uncle Hunter wants to talk to you. Remember you were talking about having a tie-up weekend or something?” he winked.
Alexander felt his face turn as red as his speedo. Several faces turned to look at him. He lowered his voice. “Dude…not here! They’re probably gonna think I’m a freak.”
Constantine laughed. “Dude, you’re in a photography studio the middle of the Gay Village. I doubt anybody within listening radius will judge you for wanting to have a sweet little bondage session with you Daddy Bear. Anyways, I’m going to change, but I’ll come back to meet you back here. I promise, your money is safe with me.”
Alexander felt the same way of excitement he experienced changing into his red speedo. Constantine was right – in their last tie-up adventure, Uncle Hunter entertained the thought of tying up the boy once again, this time for the entire weekend. Considering that he was already wearing his favourite outfit to be tied up in, the idea certainly made sense. In fact, he half-expected that he would not be coming back in the same car.
Uncle Hunter and Coach Bill were eyeing Alexander from their desk, signalling him to walk over and smiling mischievously.
Alexander walked over, suddenly overcome with shyness as he felt the older men’s eyes focusing on him. Uncle Hunter said he looked very cute and sexy, and that was certain that countless gay men would fantasize about him in his tight little red speedo. Alexander felt himself getting extremely aroused by that thought. Uncle Hunter surely knew how to stroke his vanity! He felt oddly submissive, as if he was ready to do whatever was necessary to please both Uncle Hunter and Coach Bill.
It didn’t take long for the older men to ask Alexander if he has participated in any bondage sessions recently, not including the evening when he was “kidnapped” by Uncle Hunter along with Constantine. Alexander responded that no, the “kidnapping” was the last time he did anything bondage-related. Coach Bill announced that he has been looking for a boy, preferably a swimmer, to fulfill the role of a bondage slave for an entire weekend. He said that Alexander fit the role perfectly – being cute, athletic, totally hairless, wearing the most revealing speedos without hesitation, and having already had previous bondage experience.
Alexander found himself speechless; the idea of bondage “slave” for the entire weekend went beyond anything he has experienced or expected. Coach Bill added that once he agreed to be the “slave”, Alexander would relinquish all forms of control. There were no “safewords”, but rather, he would judge Alexander’s limits based on his responses to various situations. Naturally, such situations would require an enormous degree of trust and bravery. Coach Bill assured Alexander that he “coached” several young “slaves”, and they always came back for more. However, if he thought this was too much, Coach Bill would respect his decision not to engage, and call it a night.
At that point, Constantine came back from the change room, now clad in khaki pants and polo shirt. Even in his everyday clothes, he still looked dreamy. Alexander felt so powerless, being nearly naked among a trio of clothed men, openly asked if he would like to become a bondage slave for the weekend. He looked at his friend.
“Dude, I got a movie date with Daniya, I can’t join you, sorry,” he said nonchalantly. I’m just going to get you all wrapped and strapped, and then head out my way!”
Very tentatively, Alexander nodded to his friend, who assured him that he would come pick him up should anything happen. He assured Alexander that he knew Coach Bill’s address, though he was not willing to disclose it. Alexander felt himself even more powerless. Shockingly, he found the entire situation extremely arousing. Before thinking about it further, Alexander found himself enthusiastically agreeing to Coach Bill’s terms. Uncle Hunter smiled widely.
The first thing they did was binding Alexander’s hands behind his back with a pair of handcuffs. They were not the same light, fuzzy handcuffs that Alexander kept in his underwear drawer. Indeed, they were much tighter and heavier, and Alexander assumed they were inescapable without assistance or serious practice.
Once properly handcuffed, Alexander had his speedo pulled down to his knees, revealing his semi-erect genitals. He felt panic as Uncle Hunter pulled what looked like a thick rubber band around his shaved testicles, followed by a smaller band around his cock. He later found out they were cock rings. Immediately, he felt his young penis spring to attention, standing painfully erect against his lower stomach. Coach Bill took a measuring tape and measured the length, width and girth of his fully erect penis and noted that he was circumcised, much to Alexander’s humiliation. Constantine was standing right there the entire time, thoroughly entertained by the fact that his friend’s cock was nearly two inches shorter than his.
Coach Bill also measured his waist, chest, arm, leg, and torso length. Once content, he pulled the speedo back in place and tied the drawstrings as tightly as they would allow. The speedo already felt about 2-3 sizes too tight, but now, as it was painfully pulled into a tall V-shape, Alexander felt as if his strangulated cock and balls were about to explode. He seriously wanted to “adjust” himself, as he so often did. Throughout the entire time, Alexander did not say a single word, but he certainly whimpered and wiggled nonstop.
Coach Bill warned Alexander that under no circumstances was he allowed to cum in his speedo. Alexander nodded obediently as Uncle Hunter petted his head and growled “good boy”. He was then gagged and blindfolded with silvery aluminum foil tape, and to make sure he couldn’t see, a tight leather hood with only nose holes was laced over his head. His shins were taped together to make sure he couldn’t run away. Now, he could only hobble with assistance from his captors.
Constantine watched incredulously as Uncle Hunter grabbed the bound boy over his shoulder and brought him to the garage, where his van was parked.
“Brings back memories?” He asked the boy. Constantine smiled and said yes.
Alexander remained surprisingly still as he was carried around like an inanimate object, providing no resistance as he felt himself being put inside a sleeping bag, the smooth, slippery material wrapped around his body and tied above his head. He felt leather straps around his shins, thighs, arms, chest, and his neck. At this point, Alexander felt himself panicking and shaking involuntarily, nearly falling over in the process. Uncle Hunter grabbed him roughly and told him to settle down, or else. Coach Bill said in a penetrating voice that if he calms down, he would find there is sufficient oxygen in the sleeping bag. As a swimmer, he was expected to control his breathing a little bit better than that.
Once Alexander calmed down a bit, he felt himself being lowered on his stomach, and ropes tied to keep the sleeping bag secured to the van. At this point, Constantine wished him a great weekend and Alexander assumed he left to spend time with his girlfriend as the doors slammed shut. Several minutes later, he heard the engine turn on and the van started moving.
The ride to Coach Bill’s house must have taken about an hour, and Alexander remained bound, gagged, blindfolded, hooded, and strapped inside the sleeping bag throughout the entire time. As time went on, he felt the previously cool, slick fabric of the bag moistening with sweat. It was much hotter and darker than he expected, and while he still managed to breathe, the fear of possible suffocation was certainly at the forefront. He felt his hand muscles ache in their current position, and was hoping there was enough circulation flowing towards his extremities. And perhaps worst of all – his cock was now trapped under his belly, painfully swollen and erect within the cock rings and the tight speedo. Alexander refused to admit it, but this was the horniest he has ever felt in his young life. And the uncertainty of his situation, despite causing him a great deal of existential anxiety, only increased his arousal. If it wasn’t for Uncle Hunter’s warning, Alexander felt he would’ve already had several orgasms simply by grinding his cock back and forth.
After about an hour, the van finally stopped. The suffocating monotony of the ride was replaced by a feeling of intense dread. Alexander felt the ropes loosening, but all other restraints remained intact as Coach Bill and Uncle Hunter carried him together. He heard doors opening, going down a set of stairs, presumably to a basement (or a dungeon), and felt he was lowered face down unto a camping bed.
Additional leather belts were tied around the sleeping bag to keep Alexander strapped to the camping bed. He felt strong, rough hands caressing the sleeping bag. He struggled and moaned in dissent, but any type of resistance was utterly useless. He heard Uncle Hunter’s voice, a low, ominous vocal fry rumbling in his ear: “You’re mine, Alex. All mine.”
More touching, more creepy talk, more struggling, and then nothing; Alexander now felt his shoulders ache from the struggling, yet the restraints showing no sign of loosening. He wondered how much longer he would have to suffer inside the sleeping bag, tied up, feeling suffocated. He heard a low, evil sniggering laugh and shook violently in his bonds...
TO BE CONTINUED
