Lucky Smoke Break (M/MM)

[Tiedinjordans]

Big thank you to thesean1, who somehow found this story for me and posted it so I can finish. I took the opportunity to revise a little again, but there aren't any story changing differences. I have an unseen chapter typed up to post, look for it at the end!

[Tiedinjordans]

Part 1:

I recently started working at a grocery store, where I'm constantly surrounded by eye candy. Stan, who works in my department, is very much my type. He has dark brown hair that he keeps buzzed and is in decent shape. Stan didn't work the other day, but I texted him and said he should come over to smoke on my break. He lives close to the store, so he was at my truck smiling by the time I got there. Stan always dresses nice and looked good. He was wearing fresh black Jordans with white soles and a black Nike hoodie with some jeans. I wasn't wearing anything fancy, just my work clothes and boots.

"You could have gotten in the truck, it's unlocked." I told him. "You must be freezing."

"Oh, it's not that bad." He said as we climbed in.

I looked down as I lit the joint to check out what he was wearing. "Damn, nice kicks man. Are those new?"

"Yeah, I just got 'em a few days ago. I love Jordans," he said.

"Me too. I have a few pairs."

My phone rang as we were talking, my coworker had gotten slammed right when I left him alone and he asked if I would mind helping real quick, then finishing my break. I didn't mind at all, I would probably get a nice long break out of it. I told Stan I was sorry, but I would be right back if he wanted to wait.

"All good man, take your time," he said as he turned the radio on.

I went and helped some customers for a few minutes then went to finish my break. I made my way back to the employee parking, behind the store and out of the way. I hopped in my truck and turned down the radio.

"I'm surprised we have any business today with this weather. More people braving the roads than I expected." I said as I passed him the relit joint.

"Um, I think you're gonna have to help me out with that." He said.

"Oh shit!" I said when I followed his eyes. I started laughing.

"Sorry I went through your stuff, but I couldn't resist when I saw them. I love shit like this. But I didn't think it through and grab the key. Now I can't reach the glove box to find it. I guess I have to wait til you're ready to let me out." Stan smiled shyly and shrugged at his handcuffed wrists.

"Oh no!" I said as I riffled through the glove box. "The key isn't here, I left it at home!"

"What!? Why would you do that?" He asked as I moved all the papers to show him there was no key. "Can you pick the lock on these?"

"Well I can," I told him, "but do you have a bobby pin or something? I don't."

"Can you drive home real quick?" He asked.

"You know they don't give me enough time for that on my break."

"Well what am I supposed to do?" He asked.

I looked at him, with his wrists stuck near his crotch and his fingers wriggling near his new Jordans. He had cuffed himself to the bar under his seat. I cracked up again. "Get comfortable, I guess."

"Fuck you dude, this isn't funny!!" He said, but he was smiling. "Ahh, I guess it's my own fault. But you gotta cover me up or something. Anyone could see me right now if they got close enough."

I told him there was nothing in the bed of the truck under the cover, but I had my change of clothes and put my Detroit Tigers hat over his wrists. As we finished the joint, I couldn't help but screw with Stan and pull the joint away from him when I held it to his lips. Stan was a good sport and laughed as he struggled to get a good hit. He jerked violently when I pinched his nipple and knocked the ashes off the joint.

"Oh shit, not on the Jordans!" Stan cried out and laughed.

I laughed at him again as I knelt next to his trapped hands and blew the ash off his new Jordans. I brushed them off, taking longer than I needed to, enjoying the feel of the suede.

"Thank you." Stan said gruffly, and I snapped back and sat down, embarrassed. Stan cleared his throat and asked where I got the cuffs. When I told him I ordered them online, he sighed and said he figured. He wouldn't want to have handcuffs shipped to his place because his roommates might get the delivery, Stan explained.

"You could buy one of my pairs off me." I told Stan. "We're gonna have to go to my place to get the key anyway, if you want to try to get out. I would hook you up."

"Dude that would be so awesome!" Stan was beaming. His eyes glimmered as he looked at the handcuffs again, imagining owning them. Then he furrowed his brow. "What do you mean try to get out?" He asked me.

"Well I didn't put you in those cuffs, so I don't think I really have to get you out. Legally, I mean." I said like it was obvious. Stan's mouth was open as he registered what I was saying. I hit the joint again.

I chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll let you out of the cuffs." I told Stan and he relaxed. "Not right away, though. I mean you did it to yourself after all; it's too funny to not take advantage a little."

Stan was speechless as I gathered my stuff and opened my door.

"I'll leave the heat on for you, so you don't freeze to death." I told him as I tapped my keys in the ignition. "And if you can reach the radio you can listen to that."

"Thanks." Stan said, the word dripping in sarcasm.

I smiled and told him I would see him in a couple hours.

Everyone that night got a smile from me and I was thankful that no one could see through the counter. One kid in particular kept catching my eye. I say kid, but Grant is probably 18 or 19. He works in grocery so he wears what he wants and wanders the store. He was wearing a green Adidas shirt with jeans and green and white Adidas Campus Vulcs. Grant spent a lot of time near my counter, and that distraction plus the one handcuffed in my truck made for a very slow, hard night. But eventually it was closing time.

I finished cleaning up and made my way back to the truck. Stan had passed out and let go of my hat. "Good thing no creeps walked by the truck." I said as I shook him awake. "Let me change real quick and we'll get going." I put on my clean jeans and shirt and changed my socks. I put on my grey and black Etnies Twitch Rockfields and grabbed my hat from between Stan's Jordans.

"So you said earlier that you love this shit. Do you mean bondage or just cuffs?" I asked as we took off.

"Both. Any kind of bondage really." Stan said casually.

I smiled. "Well good, no wonder you're being such a good sport. Hopefully you keep it up and cooperate when we get to my place."

Stan sighed. "Well." He looked at his wrists. "I guess that if you decide you want to keep me like this, you do have the upper hand. But if you want to move me to play your game, you had better be ready with a plan, I won't be making it easy for you."

"Oh, I have a plan." I said as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"Why am I not surprised?" he asked quietly. We drove the rest of the way without saying anything, listening to the radio.

Stan's eyebrows lifted as the truck pulled into a driveway and I opened the garage door. "Nice place," he said.

I thanked him as I parked the truck in the garage and cut the engine. "Okay, if you're still here when I get back I'll help you inside." I told Stan as I got out of the truck. I closed the door before he said anything back.

I ran inside and grabbed five of my super thick industrial zip-ties and went back to the garage. I opened Stan's door and smiled at him. He wasn't lying; he tried to make it hard on me. I just ended up forcing his kicking legs down and pinning them with my legs to leave my hands free. I wound up sitting on his Jordans with my legs wrapped around his legs and hands. My dashboard was forcing my head in between his arms and my face was right in his bulging cock.

"Ahh well I'm finally comfy now. I hope you are." Stan said.

"Well, I have you right where I want you." I replied as I used my free hands to apply the zip ties to his wrists and ankles individually and snuggly. Then I threaded the fifth zip tie through all four other zip ties and made it click a few times. I disentangled myself from him and stood next to the car. I tightened the fifth zip tie all the way so the backs of his hands were stuck to the backs of his Jordans.

"You tried!" I taunted. "Don't worry there isn't much you can do cuffed like that, right?"

I leaned over Stan and took my keys out of the ignition. I showed Stan the cuffs' key on the ring and used it to unlock the cuffs.

"You fucker!" He said as he realized I could have let him go the whole time.

I laughed as I picked him up to bring him inside.

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Part 2:

Stan was squirming around quite a bit as I lifted him awkwardly onto my shoulders. "I can't believe you!" He yelled. "I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Hey man, I didn't put the handcuffs on you. And besides, you know you had it coming after last week, if nothing else." I told him as we went inside. The week before, he locked me in the laundry cabinet at work at the end of my shift. It was in the basement and at the end of the day, so no one heard me pounding. I was in there for half an hour before Stan finished closing and came to let me out. And it was a small cabinet.

I put Stan on the coffee table in the living room and shut all my blinds. "Make yourself comfortable," I said as I walked to my room. I grabbed my box of rope and went back to the living room, where Stan was trying to sit up.

"We both have the next two days off, don't we?" I asked Stan. "Do you have any plans?"

"Well, I was going to go do some shopping. My tax refund just came and I need some jeans, bad. But by the way you asked that, it looks like my plans might have changed."

"Oh, I'm sure we can fit in a trip to the mall." I told him, smiling.

I dumped the box on the floor and picked up a couple pieces of rope. I wanted to get Stan out of the zipties, I know they aren't the most comfortable way to be restrained. "So are you going to let me retie you? Or do you want to stay in those zipties until they start cutting you? Come on man, you can't tell me you aren't enjoying this. I'm not blind."

He looked at me and thought for a second. "I have to admit, it turned me on when you took control of me back there. I'm hornier than I have been in a while. I'll make you a deal. I'll let you tie me however you want, but there are conditions. You have to let me jack off before you retie me. And no one can ever find out about this."

My eyebrow raised. "Let's get one thing straight; you're not in a position to make demands. I know how you are going to be tied up. I'll figure out a way to force you into it if I have to, but you are stuck in a very uncomfortable position until then. That being said, I will offer you a deal. If you make it easy on me, I will give you help with this." I grabbed his thick shaft. It pulsed in response, ready to blow already and Stan let out a small gasp. "But that is the best I can do for you. Now, of course I won't be telling anyone about any of this."

Stan thought for a second.

"Well get me the hell out of these things then." Stan replied, indicating the zipties.

I picked him up and set him down in the entrance to the dining room. There is no door, just a large archway. The arch is probably taller than ten feet and very wide, and there is decorative (and functional) trim going around it. The trim is made of bricks that are laid in a way that leaves holes in the wall every so often. These very sturdy holes are perfect to secure rope to, which was my plan now.

Stan had agreed to make it easy on me, but I didn't take any chances. I tied a rope around one of his wrists (keeping the knot out of reach, of course) and then cut the ziptie on that wrist. I pulled the rope up to one of the holes near the top of the arch and passed it through. I pulled until Stan's arm was raised, leaving him on his back with his other hand still ziptied near his Jordans. I repeated the process to his other hand, but pulling him to his feet. I pulled both arms tight, then tied the ropes off around the holes. If you imagine a clock, his hands were in the 1:00 and 11:00 positions. Not straight up, but pretty close. I cut the zipties on his ankles and tied his ankles to the bottom of the arch. I pulled them tight enough to put him off balance, but not tight enough to put his weight on his wrists.

"I'm glad you decided to make it easy on me." I told him.

"Not like it would have mattered much." He replied. "I swear, if I ever kidnap anyone, I'm coming to you."

I laughed and told him I would help for free if it was a cute guy.

I took out my duct tape and secured all the knots. I would be pissed if Stan got free, and I was pretty sure that would prevent it. Then I stood up in front of Stan and appreciated the moment for a bit. I dramatically pulled up a chair. I wanted to hear him ask it. He shifted around and tugged on the ropes, then we made eye contact and I saw it coming.

"So about that deal?" He asked.

Of course, I was a dick. "What are you asking, exactly?"

"Ugh. Please get me off, dude. Deal's a deal." Stan groaned, and flashed me his green puppy dog eyes.

"Well I did make a deal, I guess." I walked up and unzipped his pants and started to play with his cock. He got close to cumming very quick and I stopped. I resumed before he started bitching, but I stopped again before he climaxed.

"What the fuck are you doing, man?" He yelled. "Just finish it off already!"

I pulled his leg up as much as I could and ripped off his left Jordan before he could react. Then I peeled his Vans ankle sock off and balled it up. I grabbed my big green ballgag with a chinstrap on it and stood behind Stan. I tickled his armpit and he exploded in laughter. I took the opportunity to shove the sock in his mouth followed by the ballgag. I had it strapped tightly before he knew what happened.

I walked around him and looked him in the eye. "I said I would get you to cum, but I didn't say when." I blindfolded him with a large bandana and duct tape, then started working his cock again, getting him right to the edge and backing off. I couldn't resist stroking my cock a bit and sniffing his Jordan, too.

Stan was in for a long night.

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Part 3:

I worked Stan's cock for a while. Eventually, he was humping the air every time I stopped and going frantic. I stopped short of him blowing his load again and he let out a long moan.

"Hey Stan, I've got a question for you. Are you ticklish?" He immediately started shaking his head and tugging on his ropes with all his strength. He was mmmmphhing into the gag as loud as he could. "Ahh good," I said, "that will make this more fun."

I began alternating between working his shaft and tickling his armpits. Stan was freaking out; he was very ticklish. I was very careful not to let his cum, though. After a while of the tickling, he was starting to get red in the face so I stopped. I gave him a break while I went and took a piss. When I got back, I pulled his pants up and stuffed his boner back into his jeans. He shook his head. "No No No!" I heard him mmph into the ballgag. "Make me cum!"

"Dude, it's late and I'm getting tired." I told him. "I've tried to help you cum for the past couple hours. It's not my fault that it takes you forever."

That made him mad. He started thrashing and bucking like crazy. I took the blindfold off and saw Stan's look of relief. He must have thought I was letting him go or something. But as I was taking the gag out, I said, "I'm gonna get some sleep. I'm taking the gag out to be safe, but if you wake me up, it'll go back in."

"Wait," he said after he spit his sock out, "you're gonna make me sleep like this?" I told him I didn't really care if he slept or not.

"Please," he begged, "please just finish me off at least. You can't just leave me here this horny all night."

"Oh, I can and I am going to. What are you gonna do about it?," I laughed as I ripped off his other Jordan, "and don't worry, these'll be safe with me tonight."

Stan watched me put his Jordans on and his eyes followed as I walked to my room.




I woke up a lot earlier than I normally do, excited to start the day. I went to check on Stan before I did anything else. He had actually managed to get to sleep, head drooped on his chest. I unzipped his jeans and woke up part of his body. The rest of him was soon to follow. "Good morning." I said.

"I've had better," he replied, "but I'll admit, I've had worse..." He was already getting close to exploding. I pulled my hand away and he groaned loudly.

I put a pair of my clean socks on his feet since his were used as a gag and then slipped his Jordans back on him. "Time to get ready for the day." I told him cheerfully.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked; he must have sensed I had something in mind.

"Well, you said you want to go to the mall, right? I told you we could make the time to go." I pulled out the handcuffs from yesterday and latched them to Stan's left wrist. "Now don't resist me on this or I'll make it painful."

"No, I'm not wearing these in public. You can't make me do that." And he started resisting.

So I made it painful for him.

*Smack* I took my paddle to his ass. *Smack* *Smack*

That got his attention. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed out. "That fucking hurt, you prick!" But I literally saw his erection grow with each hit.

"Please, you can't make me go to the mall in handcuffs. It will be humiliating." Stan whined.

*Smack* *Smack* *SMACK* The last one left a big red mark.

"AHHH! Okay okay OKAY, do what you want!! Just stop with that!!" He yelled.

I worked fast before he could change his mind. I untied his wrists and told him to put his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. Then I clicked the cuff around his right wrist, so his hands were trapped in the hoodie pocket. (the hoodie was a pullover, so there is just the one big pocket in front) Stan looked down and said he hadn't thought of that.

I left Stan standing there while I went and got ready. I put some jeans and a t-shirt on with a brown hoodie, and my brown Nike SB Dunk Lows. I also grabbed a second pair of handcuffs incase I needed to secure Stan to something and a ballgag to keep him quiet if necessary. Then I went back to Stan.

I untied his ankles and led him out to the truck. I helped him into the passenger seat and buckled him in. Then we were on our way. At first, there was a pretty awkward silence that I didn't know how to break. Stan was a good friend after all, and I was worried that I had messed that up. But then he started talking.

"I can't believe you haven't let me cum yet. Nobody's ever done that to me. It's torture, but at the same time... I don't know. Has anyone ever done that to you?"

I told him no and he said, "Well I guess we'll have to change that later." I looked over at him; he had a twinkle in his eye.

"You would do that to me? Well, as fun as it sounds, it's not gonna happen this time. I'm not letting you go until we have to go to work, Stan." I told him.

He smiled at that one and said, "Next time, then. I'll give you Hell, you'll see."

The conversation turned to video games and boring stuff. Eventually, we got to the mall. I asked Stan how he was gonna pay for the trip, if he was using a card or cash. He had cash, which made it easy; I could just pay. I fished around in his pockets for his wallet after I helped him out of the truck. I found his wallet then fished around a little more for fun. We made our way into the mall and started walking around.

"So where did you wanna go first?" I asked him while I stared at the map. He said anywhere that had jeans, he wasn't picky. So I headed to American Eagle because they have nice jeans. Stan kept pace with me. I couldn't resist having some fun on our way to the store. This included sticking my Nikes in between his Jordans and tripping him up. He looked funny trying to get his balance back without taking his hands out of his pocket. I also gave him a poke in the ribs every so often that he couldn't avoid.

We made it to the store and I asked him what size he was. I basically played his personal shopper, grabbing anything he told me to and carrying it around for him. After we found some good selections, he was ready to go pay and get out of there. I'm pretty sure he was nervous about someone finding out he was in handcuffs. I told him not to be stupid, he had to try them on before he bought them. They were very expensive after all.

"Well are you gonna unlock these so I can?" He asked, indicating the cuffs. I told him that I wouldn't have to. I went and asked a sales attendant for a changing room. He unlocked one and I pulled Stan inside with me. I unzipped his jeans and he kicked his shoes off. I helped him try the new jeans on and he picked out the best fitting ones. I helped him back into his jeans and we went and paid for the jeans Stan wanted. We left the store and I asked Stan if he needed anything else while we were there at the mall.

"No, let's just go." He said. I told him I was gonna walk around the mall for a little and to just relax, no one could tell he was cuffed.

"Fine, if I have to be here anyway, let's go to Lidz. I need a new hat." So we made our way there. I had fun putting the hats on Stan for him to try them on. The sales guy at Lidz was looking at us curiously. Stan chose a black Jordan hat that went with his shoes and I paid the guy and we left. We were on our way back to the car and we passed a Finish Line. I gave Stan a shove and he got the idea. We went in Finish Line and started looking the shoes over. One pair caught my eye. They were Jordan 1's, mostly white with some grey. Stan saw me holding it and said I have good taste. He continued looking for a bit and stopped at a pair of Adidas Superstar 2's, white with black stripes. The sales guy went up to him and asked him if he needed help.

"I'd like to try those Adidas on in size 11, please," Stan told the sales guy, having to point with his head. He continued with, "And I think my friend would like to try those Jordans on, too. He's size 11 as well."

We sat down and waited for the shoes. The sales guy handed me the Jordans and went to hand the Adidas to Stan. Stan said he could put them on the bench and then thanked him. I laced up the Jordans and slipped them on. I walked in them a bit, and they felt great. Stan cleared his throat. "A little help here? I wanna try these on."

I laughed and sat at his feet. Stan got a little red in the face when he noticed the sales guy watching and told me to hurry up. So I took my time lacing them up for him. When I was done, he stood up to get a feel for them. The sales guy came back and asked how we were doing. Stan said, "Great, we'll take 'em both." I looked over at him and he looked back and said to think of it as payment for his new bracelets. I was shocked, the Jordans were a lot more expensive than the handcuffs, but I managed to stammer out a thanks. The sales guy asked if we would like to wear the shoes out or put them back in the box. I said I'd wear them, but Stan didn't. I helped him back into his Jordans and we went and paid.

Now my hands were full, so we started to head back to my truck. I was on cloud nine with my comfy new Jordans on my feet and Stan walking next to me secretly handcuffed. Then I heard someone shout my name.

I looked around to see Grant coming towards us. "What's up guys?" He asked us, "Small world, huh?" I adjusted the bags into one hand so I could bump the fist Grant offered me. Then Grant turned to Stan, who just stared at the offered fist, unable to bump it. Grant held his fist out for a second then gave Stan an odd look and took his hand back. He shrugged it off and turned back to me. "Doing some shopping I see, did you just get your taxes, too?"

"Stan did actually. He needed to get some new jeans and stuff." I told him.

Grant raised an eyebrow and asked Stan, "What, are your arms broken?" Stan just opened his mouth a little. He obviously didn't know how to respond to that. Grant chuckled. "I'm just messin' with you, man," he said as he gave Stan a punch to the shoulder. Stan lost his balance and fell backward into the wall. He recovered pretty fast, but I was watching Grant and he seemed to notice that something was amiss.

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Part 4:

I swore as I had to speed some more to catch up to Grant. He must have forgotten I didn't know where I was going and needed to follow him.

"I'm glad I buckled you in. He drives like a mad man." I said.

"You're lucky I can't buckle your face in right now." Stan was still mad I had accepted Grant's invitation to his house. "You've gotta take the cuffs off when we get there; I can't keep them hidden the whole time. Grant could already tell something was up and he's not just some stranger at the mall. I have to work with him."

"Don't worry man, I have to work with him, too. Don't you think he would have thought it was weird, or at least rude, if we turned him down?" Stan didn't argue with my logic as we got off the highway. I swerved through traffic to catch up with Grant again.

Grant eventually pulled into his driveway and his garage. "Alright let me grab the key for those cuffs." I said as I hopped behind Stan.

He tried to tell me the key was still on my keychain, which gave me a chance to get the ballgag in his mouth. I fastened the strap behind his head and jumped out of the car. I went up to the front door as Grant was opening it.

"Where's Stan?" Grant asked. I told him he was finishing up a phone call real quick and would be in when he was done.

"Do you think he'll be stuck out there for long? I can show you the house while we wait." Grant said.

I said that sounded great and followed him to the kitchen. We went through the house and then got to his room. He showed me his room, and I took a peek in his closet and saw a nice shoe collection. A few Nikes and Jordans and some DC's and eS. Grant saw me looking and told me to try some on if I wanted. I grabbed some eS Accels and sat on his bed to try them on. As I finished putting them on, Grant grabbed me from behind. He had rope that he started wrapping around my arms. I got a surge of adrenaline and flipped him off the bed over my head. He landed on the floor and apparently got the wind knocked out of him. I took out my handcuffs and quickly had the metal ratcheted around one of Grant's wrists. But then he recovered and pulled away from me. He lunged at my legs and we went to the ground. We wrestled around for a bit and I ended up getting him into a headlock. That kind of put us at a stalemate, though. If I tried to force Grant's other wrist into the handcuff, he would get out of the headlock. I wasn't about to choke him out, I don't know how to, let alone how to safely.

We lay there for a few minutes, both worn out and very stubborn. I didn't mind it at all. Grant tried telling me that he does the tying. He wasn't submissive, and wasn't going to let me tie him up.

I laughed and made my move. Before he could react, I had let go of Grant and pinned his uncuffed wrist behind him. After I applied some pressure, it was easy enough to convince Grant to give me his other wrist. He was screwed. I took his piece of rope and tied his right ankle to his wrists, forcing his green Adidas in the air. He fell backward on his bed with a small push and lay there in defeat. Then I tied his other ankle to his wrists after a loud smack on his ass. I grabbed his backpack from the floor and asked him what he would need for a long trip. I packed his stuff and threw my Jordans back on. I threw the eS in with Grant's other stuff and slung the backpack on my shoulders. Then I started manhandling Grant outside.

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Part 5:

I carried Grant to his side door and put him down on his stomach, then untied his ankles from the sloppy hogcuff. He was pretty much silent and didn't try anything as I hobbled him by tying his ankles together. They were about ten inches apart, so he could walk but not run. Then I marched him to my car. His neighbors' houses weren't right next to his, so I didn't have to worry about that. Stan seemed shocked and tried to talk, I could make it out as "Why would you do that?"

"He attacked me, I was just defending myself." I defended myself.

Stan looked to Grant. Grant just shrugged. I gave him a push towards the back of my truck. Now he started talking.

"Where are we going? You can't put me in the bed." He said. I told him to watch me. Although he had protested, he didn't resist as I moved him in place and got the cover off my bed. I lifted him up by his armpits to sit in my bed and pulled him back so his feet were inside and closed the tailgate. He just watched as I retied his ankles to the corners of the bed. Then I grabbed the rope from his backpack, which I had found in his closet.

He didn't even resist much when I uncuffed him and tied his wrists to the truck. Even through his jeans, it was easy to see he was hard. I pulled out my other ballgag and stuffed it between his teeth and buckled it tightly. He grunted and I smacked his stomach a few times then put the cover back on. I went back in his house to his room and grabbed some more changes of clothes for him and some more of his shoes. I stuffed it all in his big gym bag and locked up on my way out with his keys. I had to ungag Stan before I took off; I don't have tinted windows.

"So what the Hell happened in there?" He asked me.

"I think the handcuffs might have been more obvious than we thought. Grant knew you were in them at least." I explained as Stan turned red. "He suggested I try a pair of his shoes on and jumped me with rope while I was bent over," I continued. "It didn't work out for him, obviously." I explained the struggle in detail.

I drove very carefully, making sure to avoid bad potholes, but also giving Grant a fun ride in back. The drive home was uneventful and I pulled into my driveway. I smirked at Stan as the garage door was opening. He grinned nervously back. I pulled in and closed the garage door as I cut the engine. I got out and ushered Stan out of the truck and into the house. I led him down to the basement and ran a long length of rope around his chest a few times, weaving in and out of his armpits then cinching it in back. Then I threw the rope over a horizontal beam running along the ceiling and pulled hard before I tied it off to a metal vertical pole far away from Stan.

I told him I was going to get Grant and would be right back. He just grunted, even though he wasn't gagged yet. I went back up to the garage and took the cover off the bed of my truck. I cuffed his wrist then untied it and attached it to his other wrist. He didn't struggle. Then I untied all the ropes and helped him out of the truck. I led him down to the basement, and he started laughing into his gag when he saw Stan. He was trying to reach the rope attached to the pole, but it was too far away. He ended up losing his balance and falling backward, to be held by the rope in his original position.

Now to deal with Grant.

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Part 6:

Stan looked pretty frustrated that he hadn't gotten close to the knot on the pole in front of him. The rope tied to the pole went around a ceiling beam and then around his chest and elbows, holding his arms pinned behind him and keeping him on his tip toes. His wrists were still cuffed in front of him through his hoodie pocket. They were pulled tight and into his stomach when he tried to reach the pole, and even tighter when he tipped backwards and lost his balance.

Now he stood back up and turned to the door when he heard Grant's gagged laughter.

"Real funny, huh?" Stan snapped. "At least I didn't get beat like a little bitch, like you."

Grant tried to mumble something, so I took his gag out to let him speak. The big green ball was dripping with drool.

"Oh yeah? Then how did you get in your position, Stan?" Grant asked.

Stan didn't answer, cursing himself for not seeing that coming. He looked at me, but I just raised my eyebrows.

"I found some handcuffs in Jordan's glove box when he was in the store yesterday at work." Stan started with a sigh. "I was kinda impressed, I guess, with how real they were. I put them on without thinking it through, without a key, cuz I thought it would be funny when Jordan found me. And it was actually, you're face was great when you tried to pass me that bowl, Jordan."

I chuckled and began some rope work while Stan continued his story.

"But I should have noticed the gleam in Jordan's eyes when his shock wore off." Stan told Grant. "He lied to me and told me he left the key at home."

Grant laughed and looked at me, as I finished pinning his left wrist to his midriff with a web of rope around his waist and through his crotch.

"So I was stuck in his damn truck his whole shift," Stan said irritability.

"Well, you could have left, right?" Grant asked. "You just would have risked being seen walking around in cuffs, but that wouldn't be a big deal as long as no one called the cops."

"I ran the cuffs around a steel pole." Stan muttered.

Grant bust out laughing. "Then it is all your fault." He said. "You literally asked for it!"

Stan got embarrassed and shot back, "I didn't ask for this," shaking the handcuffs as best he could. "Ask Jordan! He's had to force me into each new position!"

"Hey," I defended myself, "you agreed to certain terms eventually. And you could have gotten away from me plenty of times at the mall."

Stan fell silent at that and I finished roping Grant's right wrist to a strong eyehole bolt in the ceiling. I made sure his hands were very secure, with good circulation and knots well out of reach. I could tell that Grant was biding his time and waiting for an opportunity to get the upper hand and get these ropes on me. But I wasn't going to give up this rush of control easily and covered his knots with duct tape.

With Grant stuck where he was, I returned to Stan. As I untied the knot around the pole, the rope was pulled out of my hands. Stan had only gotten a few feet before I grabbed the rope and pulled him back.

"What, you wanna go back to the hard way of doing this because Grant is here?" I taunted. "Fine, you might end up regretting it, but Grant will probably enjoy the show."

I knew how to deal with Stan, but I would need something from upstairs. I resecured the rope that went over the beam to his chest harness, but this time to his ankle. I left him very little slack, so his foot was forced up in front of him almost to his chest, and he was left balancing on his left foot. Seeing him like that, with his Air Jordan stuck out in front of me, gave me an idea for a new position to tie my friends in, and I hurried upstairs for the chains.

[Tiedinjordans]

Part 7:

It was easy to keep control of Stan and get him into position using the chains. He struggled the best he could, but I easily secured one of the chains around his neck with a combination padlock, and ran the other end of the chain through an eyebolt near Grant. When I pulled all the slack from the chain, it forced Stan to hop towards Grant to avoid choking. But the rope that went from his ankle, over the ceiling beam, and to his chest harness was already tight, so moving his body forward moved his foot up by the same distance. Stan let out a yelp as his leg was stretched further than it was used to, his new Jordan sticking in the air almost level with his face.

"Well, you wanted to make a scene," I said as Stan glared at me. "I told you that you might regret it."

I untied Stan's chest harness and quickly grabbed the rope that ran to his ankle. With the rope in one hand and chain in the other, I started to slowly give his ankle a little slack, while pulling on the chain. Stan muttered some curses as he was forced to hop towards Grant. I dropped the rope when Stan was next to Grant and then padlocked the chain to the eyebolt.

Grant watched as I locked another chain around Stan's right wrist and ran that through the eyebolt. Stan was still struggling, but when I uncuffed him, it was easy to pull on the chain and get his right wrist locked to the eyebolt, high above his head. Stan grabbed at me with his left hand, and almost got me before I ducked out of reach. I grabbed the handcuff dangling from his wrist and ratcheted it through his belt loop to get him secured.

I stood back, panting, and grabbed another chain. I locked it onto Stan's left wrist then took the cuffs off. I only had to apply a little pressure in the right place, and Stan's arm went where I wanted. I chained it behind him by going around his waist and crotch. Now that he was where I wanted him, I unlocked the chain around his neck and tossed it aside.

With both boys unable to go anywhere, Stan stuck right behind Grant, I moved on to their legs. I secured a rope to Grant's right ankle above his green Adidas and pulled it up towards the ceiling beam and secured it at his chest level.

Stan tried to keep his foot away from me when I went for it with the other chain, but a little tickle in his belly button, and that was all she wrote. I forced his right foot up behind him and chained it to the same leg. This kept his knee bent and his black and white Jordan touching his ass.

"You guys ready to get a lot closer?" I asked them.

They didn't answer and I grabbed more rope. I wrapped it around both their waists and left thighs, up near their crotches. Stan grunted and Grant chuckled as I tightened the rope and drew them closer together. Stan started breathing pretty heavily as I cinched the knot, his dick rubbing right against Grant's crack.

A few more ropes secured their right wrists to each other, their chests together and their left ankles side by side.

I watched them both for a while, extremely satisfied. The rope and chain work was very captivating, and they were putting on a really good show. Stan was still struggling, even though it was obviously a lost cause. But Grant was just trying to keep his balance, a difficult task while Stan was bucking like a horse.

"Jesus Christ, will you get rid of the rope around our waists Jordan?" Grant asked. "I mean come on Stan, can't you control that shit? Your dick is trying to bust out of your jeans."

"Dude, seriously, that is not my fault." Stan said. "Jordan hasn't let me cum since he brought me here yesterday but he keeps getting me close. It's torture."

I chuckled and turned the lights off on my way upstairs. I was confident they would be stuck there while I slept.

"Looks like he doesn't plan on letting you cum tonight either," Grant taunted.

Stan could not stand it. He couldn't help trying to make something work, but he was stuck too close to Grant. All Stan managed to do was thrust against Grant enough to get himself a little harder. His dick was so close to Grant's ass, but trapped by his jeans and unable to get any relief.

Now Grant was getting turned on now himself. He hated being tied up, so no one had managed to keep him in ropes before. He had only been tied up once, part of a bet back when he played baseball in high school, and he had escaped in less than a minute. He also turned the tables on the kid he lost the bet to. Grant had him tied up in no time, his cleats almost touching his butt in a tight hogtie. That had made for a very fun day.

But now, Grant was actually trapped. He had tried all his tricks to escape, but Jordan was very good at this. With no knots even remotely in reach, and no slack to manipulate, he thought he might actually be at Jordan's mercy. And that's not mentioning Stan, who was still trying to hump his way to relief, making it very hard to keep balance. Stan's dick was starting to tease him, too, each thrust distracting him from his escape attempt.

The most frustrating thing for Grant was his hand placement, however. Stan's struggles started to get Grant a little aroused. His left hand was tied right at his crotch, securely, and he couldn't move his wrist at all. He was left with the ability to squeeze his hardening cock, but not to free it from his pants or give it any room. This was a first for Grant. He had never been denied an orgasm, always able to deal with an erection one way or another. Now he was starting to get very hard as he realized he couldn't cum either, stuck in the same boat as Stan. As his cock strained against his jeans, he couldn't help but squeeze it. He moaned and started to get lost in the lust that had taken control of Stan. But he snapped out of it.

"Stop," he demanded of Stan. Stan stopped his thrusting, instantly obeying the authority in Grant's voice. He rested his chin on Grant's shoulder as he regained his composure and caught his breath.

"Sorry," Stan muttered. His face was burning with shame, but he couldn't do anything about his dick still throbbing almost up Grant's crack.

"No, you're fine." Grant's tone had softened. "But you were getting me pretty worked up, and we're gonna have a long night already. We shouldn't be torturing ourselves on top of it."

Stan didn't say anything, still embarrassed by his lack of control. But at least Grant was cool about it. Stan's cock finally starting to settle down. After he calmed down, it didn't take long for him to start falling asleep. He had had a long, taxing day. And he had slept poorly the night before, tied standing up then, too.

Grant soon felt Stan snoring, his head still resting on Grant's shoulder. Grant was jealous, anticipating a very long night with little to no sleep. He was not comfortable in these ropes. His earlier arousal at being trapped completely gone now, he tried again to get out. He ended up frustrated and tried to simply break free. Stan mumbled something as Grant struggled but didn't wake up. Grant stopped and prepared for a long night as Stan started getting a boner.

"Just great." Grant muttered as Stan stared to move his hips in his sleep.

[Tiedinjordans]

Part 8:

Grant did not like being tied up. Stuck as he was, he started to feel his skin crawl and thought he could almost understand claustrophobia. But most of all, he did not like the powerlessness of his situation. Grant is what some might call a control freak. It didn't matter, though. He couldn't get out, so he would just have to deal with it. He wished he could sleep through it like Stan was, but his mind was racing and he just couldn't manage to drift off while forced on one foot like Stan could.

Boredom was setting in, and Grant started thinking about the only other time he had been tied up. The rope work had been a joke compared to what he was in now. He was a sophomore in high school and on the JV baseball team. He was changing into his black uniform with white pinstripes when the team's starting pitcher, Ryan, sauntered up.

"Hey Ryan." Grant said as he tightened the laces on his black Nike cleats. He had a crush on the older, attractive teammate, but he wasn't the type to get tongue-tied.

"'Sup Grant?" Ryan said. "You see who we're playing today?"

"Yeah." Grant chuckled. "Should be a piece of cake, huh?"

"No joke, almost boring. I bet I pitch a no-hitter." Ryan boasted.

Grant rolled his eyes and said, "You forget that they at least have Daniel? They may be a crap team, but I've never seen Daniel strike out." Done getting ready, the boys kept talking as they left the locker room.

"I could do it," Ryan said confidently. "I bet you ten bucks."

"Fuck that, I don't need your money," Grant said, sure that a no-hitter was not gonna happen. "Loser gets tied up instead."

"Deal," Ryan said and they shook on it. Grant was ecstatic. He had pictured Ryan in ropes for a long time, and now his mind was racing, planning out the position to put Ryan into and what to do from there. He barely even noticed the game start, but then Ryan got his attention.

"Hey," Ryan poked Grant in the ribs and nodded at the opposing team, "Look who's missing." He flashed a grin.

Grant looked over with dread, and Ryan was right. Daniel was nowhere to be seen. Now Grant was nervous. If Ryan was on his game today, a no-hitter was suddenly possible. He swallowed hard as he looked back at Ryan's shit eating grin, now imagining himself trapped by Ryan's handiwork and what positions he could be put into. It was not a good thought, and he found himself whole-heartedly rooting for his opponents for the first time.

By the last inning, Grant was resigning himself to his fate. Ryan was on fire, and might have pitched a no-hitter against a good team. But then Grant heard the coach talking to the second string pitcher and his hope flared back up. The coach was considering pulling Ryan for the last inning, something about good sportsmanship. Grant still had a chance then, and hoped the new pitcher would screw up Ryan's no-hitter.

But Ryan had been listening, too. "Coach," he started. "You can't mess up my chance at a no-hitter like that." He looked straight at Grant on the words 'no-hitter'. "Who knows if I'll get another shot."

The coach caved quickly and Grant's fate was all but sealed. He watched as Ryan threw more perfect pitches, completely in his zone. On the final strike, Grant went weak in the knees. He had barely considered this outcome in his overconfidence and haste to bind Ryan up tight.

"Did you see that!?" Ryan boasted. "Do you know what that last pitch made, Grant?"

"A no-hitter." Grant mumbled.

"And that makes me what?" Ryan prodded.

"The winner." Grant rolled his eyes.

"So what does that mean?" Ryan guided.

"You get to tie me up," Grant sighed.

"Yup." Ryan's eyes sparkled.

They walked back to the locker room, Grant regretful that he had made the wager and Ryan excited to see the outcome through. Grant took the long way on purpose, and tried to keep conversation going. He figured that it wouldn't be welching on the bet if Ryan simply forgot about it.

"I've just been sick of Call of Duty lately, I haven't been playing many video games in general," Ryan was saying.

"Yeah, well games aren't as fun when you're no good at them, I guess," Grant joked.

"Please!" Ryan said as they made it to the locker room. "I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back! Oh wait, that's you that's getting tied up, not me."

"Ha ha," Grant said sarcastically. "I hoped you had forgotten."

"Nope, and a bet is a bet, right?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna back out." Grant replied.

"Alright, then give me your shoelaces." Ryan demanded.

Puzzled, Grant looked down at his cleats. Then he looked around at the locker room and saw it was empty. He had taken so long getting back, hoping Ryan would forget about all this, that their teammates and coach had already gone home. Grant gulped.

"Wait, you wanna do it now?" Grant choked. "Here?"

"No time like the present, right?" Ryan smiled. "Laces, please." He held out his hand.

"Shoelaces are too thin, they might cut off circulation or something." Grant reasoned.

"Well I don't have anything else to work with, and this is happening now. So, laces, please." Ryan repeated.

Grant grunted as he pulled a piece of rope out of his bag and tossed it to Ryan without a word.

"Why do you even have this with you here?" Ryan asked with raised eyebrows.

"To give cocky pitchers an attitude adjustment when they need it." Grant growled.

Ryan laughed, "Looks like you'll be getting adjusted this time, buddy. Glad I can help you with it." And he got to work.

Ryan wrapped Grant's wrists tightly in front of him with the green rope. "Man, I hope you're good at escaping stuff." Ryan said as he attached the rope to the top of Grant's locker. "You realize being untied was never part of the bet, right?"

Grant tried to pull his arms down when he heard that, but it was too late. They were stuck to the bar at the top of his locker and the rope was pretty tight.

"Get me down." Grant demanded. "Freaking untie me!"

"You can yell all you want," Ryan said calmly as he dug into Grant's bag and found more rope at the bottom. He used another piece to tie Grant's feet together at the ankles and then sat back and watched.

Grant, feeling trapped, started trying to get out in earnest. It didn't take long at all. He was able to reach the knot securing his wrists to the bar, and there was no other knot holding his wrists, so the rope came right off.

As he untied his feet, Grant breathed a sigh of relief. For a second, he had imagined Ryan leaving and him being trapped. But now he was already free.

Ryan was obviously disappointed, he thought the ropes would hold Grant until he decided to let him go.

"Man, it's a good thing you suck at that," Grant said. "I could have been screwed if you did a couple things better."

"Yeah? Like what?" Ryan asked.

"Well, you should have tied your knot out of reach," Grant started. "So I couldn't pick it apart. And there should have been a knot before you tied my wrists to the bar because I probably could have just slipped out. And you should have tied my hands behind my back, that would have made it harder. Maybe even a hogtie. And instead of wrapping my wrists just one way, you should have crossed between them."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down," Ryan interrupted. "What do you mean crossed between them? And how do you keep a knot out of reach? And what's a hogtie?"

"After you wrap the wrists together a few times like you did, go in between the person's wrists and wrap the rope. Makes it look like rope handcuffs." Grant explained. "Keep a knot out of reach by cinching it near the back of their hands instead of the palm. And the hogtie? Just where your hands are stuck behind you to your feet."

"Holy crap, can you teach me?" Ryan asked.

"Teach you what?" Grant asked. "The hogtie?"

"How to tie someone up right. However works." Ryan answered.

"Sure, if you want me to." Grant said evenly. He picked up the rope and sat at Ryan's feet. He showed Ryan how to use the rope and had his ankles secure quickly.

"Why did you leave so much extra rope?" Ryan asked.

"To complete the hogtie later." Grant replied.

Grant pulled Ryan's wrists behind him and had those roped before Ryan realized it was happening.

"Wow, I don't think I can get out of that," Ryan said, testing his bonds as Grant pushed him onto the ground on his stomach.

"I'm not done yet," Grant chuckled as he wrapped rope around Ryan's elbows and pulled tight. Ryan grunted hard and looked back at Grant, but the knot was already finished.

"And now, I can tie everything to your elbows." Grant explained as he tied the extra ankle and wrist rope to the rope around Ryan's elbows.

"Oh fuck no. Fuck no!" Ryan laughed. "I can't reach anything."

"Exactly." Grant said. He cinched the last knot and sat down next to Ryan. “And there you go. See how a few details make a profound difference?”

“Yeah, you’re really good at this.” Ryan replied as he tugged at the ropes.

Grant grabbed his bag and started changing out of his uniform. He stole a glance at Ryan as he pulled on his shirt and saw him tug at the ropes a last time.

“Okay,” Ryan sighed, “I can’t get out. Untie me so I can get changed, too.”

“Oh man.” Grant chuckled. “I said I’d teach you how to tie someone up. Not how to untie them.” He slipped on his Jordans. “I’m sure you’ll manage to get out. Eventually.”

Ryan laughed at first but then Grant grabbed his bag and started walking away. Ryan relaxed when Grant turned around.

“Oh there’s one more thing I will teach you.” Grant said. “This is how a ball gag works.”

The ball was in Ryan’s mouth before the words registered and strapped tight before his tongue could react. He grunted then started swearing when he saw Grant walking away again. It was muffled, but Grant got the gist of it. He laughed and wished Ryan luck on his way out.

Grant couldn't stop grinning as the locker room door closed behind him. He scratched his crotch as he imagined Ryan on the ground by his open locker, thrashing in his bonds, thinking his only way out was by his own means now. Grant figured Ryan would be trying very hard to escape now, but he was confident in his abilities with rope. He wasn't really going to leave Ryan there, of course; it was too good an opportunity to walk away from like that. But he felt the need to make Ryan feel the same stress he had felt when presented with the prospect of long-term restraint. Grant left the locker room behind him and set out for his locker to grab the books he needed for the weekend.

Grant wandered the halls for a while after he visited his locker, his footsteps echoing down the empty corridors. It always felt eerie in the school after hours, even though Grant should be used to it by now. This was his normal routine after sports. What was abnormal tonight, Grant thought, was the guy left hogtied in the locker room. He decided Ryan had suffered enough and headed back to get him out of his ropes.

Grant opened the locker room door slowly, trying to be quiet. He slipped in and shut the door softly behind him. On his way to his bound friend, Grant heard the muffled grunts of Ryan still trying to escape. He peered around the lockers and saw Ryan quite a distance from where he had left him, still worming himself slowly towards the coach's office. It was taking quite a lot of effort and Grant couldn't see the point. But he was happy to watch the show Ryan was providing, cleated feet flailing as his butt wiggled up and down for each inch. His hair was wet with sweat and he had to stop frequently to catch his breath, the ball gag making it harder to exert suck efforts. When Ryan took his fifth or sixth break ten minutes later, Grant spoke up behind him, making him jump.

"Why are you wasting your time going in there?" Grant asked as Ryan made it to the threshold of the office. He removed the ball gag.

"I'm gonna cut the ropes." Ryan mumbled.

"With what?" Grant asked.

"Anything I can get my hands on." Ryan replied.

"I mean, you think you can get up the desk? Like that?" Grant asked. "Your feet are stuck pretty close to your hands. I made it pretty tight."

Ryan laughed hard, the tension breaking now that Grant was back. "Okay, now untie me," he said. "You got me, I thought I was fucked. Hey, what are you doing?"

Grant had started to unlace Ryan's cleat and slipped it off without a word. He thought it was funny that Ryan thought he was going to be released that easy. There was going to be a long night ahead for him; one that Grant remembered very fondly. It didn't reach a sexual level, but Grant could see Ryan's arousal at certain times, most of all when his feet or inner thighs were tickled. After hours of torture at Grant's hands, Ryan was exhausted. He grunted dejectedly into the ball gag, which had been replaced after a string of profanities streamed from his mouth after a particularly painful lash to his ass, inflicted with his own belt.

Grant saw the signal that Ryan was near his limit, and took the gag out. Ryan stayed quiet but looked back apprehensively. He saw the last lash of the belt coming and yelped as it hit it's target right between his butt cheeks.

"You fucker." Ryan growled, but then he felt Grant doing something to the ropes. Before Ryan could freak out, he felt the ropes loosen and he was able to lower his legs. "Uhhhh. Thank you." He said.

"You walk to school, right?" Grant asked. Ryan nodded, and Grant said, "Perfect, me too," while he untied Ryan's ankles.

Grant gathered up the ropes and put them in his bag before turning his attention to Ryan's bag.

"Um... forgetting something?" Ryan smirked and turned around to show his hands to Grant, to get them untied. But Grant simply put Ryan's backpack on him over his bound arms and clasped it together in front at Ryan's chest. "What the Hell? Untie my hands dude, I can't walk home like this!"

"Why not? I'll make sure you make it there safe, don't worry." Grant said as he loosened the laces on Ryan's Nikes. He sat Ryan on the bench and helped him slip the basketball shoes on. As Grant tightened and tied his laces, Ryan chuckled. He apparently thought Grant was joking again, but Grant grabbed his bag and walked out of the locker room. Ryan had to run to catch the door before it closed; he wouldn't have been able to use the handle with his hands still bound behind him and his backpack in the way.

"Okay Grant, untie me." Ryan demanded as he followed Grant. "I'm not walking all the way home like this. I'll scream for help if I have to."

"Wrong thing to say, bitch." Grant turned around and tackled Ryan to the ground. Ryan couldn't resist much and before he knew it, Grant was sitting on his chest with his Jordans pressed into either side of Ryan's face, holding it still. Soon, the ball gag was back in Ryan's mouth and strapped tight.

Grant helped Ryan up and dusted off his baseball uniform for him. When Grant started off again, Ryan had little choice but to follow him. He could only hope that Grant would untie him soon, or that they would run into someone he could get help from.

As they crossed the empty parking lot, Grant threw an arm over Ryan's shoulder so the ballgag was blocked from view before they got to the main road. Ryan heard some skateboarders coming before he saw them, three guys he recognized from his class. He hoped they would pass by without noticing his predicament, his plan of trying to get help going out the window as he imagined the embarrassment of his situation.

The last skateboarder was gliding by when he glanced over. Ryan felt his ears get hot, thinking the ball stuffing his mouth and the rope wrapped around his wrists would be obvious so close up. But the skateboarder simply smirked as he made eye contact with Ryan and kept rolling.

Grant saw Ryan's dick hardening in his baseball pants. His resolve finally snapped and he grabbed Ryan's junk and pumped it a couple times. After a surprised grunt, Ryan responded by thrusting into Grant's waiting hand until it was withdrawn. As Ryan began humping the air, trying to reach Grant's hand, Grant tightened his hold with his left arm and put Ryan into a chokehold.

Grant pulled Ryan along by his neck as he ran to the main road. It was hard for Ryan to breathe with the ballgag and chokehold, but he had no choice but to run as well since Grant knew how to employ a chokehold.

When they reached the sidewalk, Grant let go and started laughing. He kept an arm around Ryan as he hit the crosswalk button, to shield the ballgag from the cars going by. As they crossed the road, Grant noticed Ryan was still hard and decided they would take the trails to get to Ryan's house.

There were a bunch of wooded trails snaking through the land bordering Ryan and Grant's neighborhood. Grant pulled Ryan onto one as they were passing it and let his arm drop now that there was no one to see the gag.

Once they were far from the road, Grant stuck his Jordan in between Ryan's Nikes and tripped him. Once Ryan was off balance, it was easy for Grant to pin him on his back and sit on his chest.

Grant stared unblinking into Ryan's eyes as he reached behind his and felt that Ryan was still hard. Grant turned around on Ryan's chest and straddled him, putting his Jordans in Ryan's face as he unbuckled the baseball pants on the boy wriggling beneath him. Grant freed Ryan's cock, but instead of squeezing or rubbing it, he started smacking it. Ryan grunted in surprise and tried to get up, but Grant had him in a good hold and he didn't have any use of his hands.

Grant dug through his backpack as Ryan started whimpering, begging Grant to stop slapping his dick. Ryan couldn't see what Grant took out of his bag, but he stopped slapping Ryan's cock now that it was soft.

Ryan felt Grant do something to his dick again, but it didn't hurt. It felt like he was grasping it lightly, but his fingers had gone very cold. Before Ryan could get hard again, Grant jumped up and turned around.

Grant had a triumphant smile on his face as Ryan made eye contact with him, then Ryan's eyes slowly traveled down to his own crotch. His dick was trapped in some kind of metal cage, a very small metal cage. As Ryan lay there stunned, Grant applied a small padlock and the cage was locked on.

As Ryan was still digesting that, Grant pulled his pants up for him. As his younger teammate untied his hands, Ryan realized how much control Grant now had over him. His dick started getting hard but quickly reached the limit of the cage and Ryan let out a deep moan. As the ballgag came out, Ryan was trying to rub his dick but the cage was very effective.

Grant packed his stuff back into his bag and started walking away. Ryan noticed and ran to catch up.

“Where are you goin?” he demanded.

“Home.” Grant replied simply. He chuckled to himself.

"Get this thing off me!" Ryan screamed, looking more shocked than panicked as he spun Grant around.

When Grant chuckled and turned back around, Ryan grabbed him and pushed him to the ground. Grant didn't resist at all as Ryan pinned his hands above his head and sat on his chest.

"There's no key." Grant said calmly as the older boy breathed hard in his face. "It's a combo lock so you can't get it off without my help. It's made so lock cutters can't even reach the lock. If you want it off anytime soon, you'll do what I say."

Grant had Ryan give him a blow job and then sent him home still locked in his cage, barefoot in the woods since Grant had taken his Nikes and his socks.

Grant was dreaming about the times Ryan had earned time out of his cage when he was abruptly waken by a slap to the face. He came to quickly, not remembering where he was at first but then it all came back.

I was standing in front of him, ready to start the day. I saw his face change when he remembered he was trapped, tied tightly to Stan, who was still snoring. I set my hand casually on Grant's bright green Adidas.

"Morning, bro." I said cheerfully. "Guess what the plan is for today!"

[cj2125]

Always liked this story and I’m glad you could continue it! Like how it started with a simple prank involving handcuffs and ended with two guys tied in the basement... only you know where it will go from now

[LK3869]

I'm just on part three , but I've liked everything I came across so far.
It's filled with brands and style I love too and since I've worked in a store with some sexy coworkers... You made my day .

[Mrtrident178]

This is an amazing story

[LK3869]

ok, made it to part 8... Great fun so far.
Fun thing:
getteing to know baseball better with a TUG story...
I hope you Yanks realise no one else understand anything in that sport: cryptic rules, no rythm ... But uniforms are sexy and throwing, batting and catching action make real nice pics. And: "world series," that makes me laugh
Us and Canada are the "world"....

Anyway, that baseball game and the walk back home was a real nice moment.

A detail that bothers me: I was real horny in high school and already well into bondage, but I don't think that little dick cage is in accordance to late teens spirit: too complicated and overtly fetish. It fits well with the "present days" - since that baseball game was a flasback - caracters you describe, but that's just too elaborated for high school. Such things like playing with delaying pleasure, you learn later. Past seventeen and until somewhere past twenty, you just grab and shake

[harveygasson]

Brilliant story! Loved the flashback with Ryan

[Deleted User 300]

Lovin the update.

Been following the story since the old board and so glad theres an update.

Grant is hot af. Glad he is tied up and really struggling with the fact. Loved the flashback.

[NeedControl]

Oh man, I'm so glad you added another chapter to this, and what a smokin' hot chapter it is!!! This was one of my favorite stories on the old site, and your addition only makes it better!

I see that it's been a year since you added this most recent chapter; I sincerely hope you still have some creative horny juices flowing around and want to tell us more about the current adventures of these three studs, and of Ryan's journey of submission as well!!