By BondageChallengeGames

I lay there, fully naked, bent over a metal cage, my legs tied to the bottom back corners, my arms tied out and toward the top front corners of the cage, my neck locked in a collar clipped to the cage, my whole body still aching from the past hour. I saw my roommate and captor Bryan, out of the corner of my eye, in the kitchen preheating the oven.

“Is pizza good?” He asked me, as if I had any control of the situation whatsoever.

“Yeah man,” I said, “thanks.”

Bryan walked over to me and ran his hands through my hair. He ran his fingers down my spine, sending a tingle through my body. He slid his hand along my ass and lightly tickled my taint before passing me to walk down the hall, out of my very limited view.

A few minutes later I heard him walking back. He sat something on the table behind me, and walked over in front of me. In the time he’d been gone he’d stripped down to a black speedo. Whether he’d changed into that or been wearing it under his clothes all day was anyone’s’ guess. He knelt down in front of me, to be at face level, and pulled an open mouth spider gag from behind his back. It was one of our other roommate Jordan’s toys; they don’t do a great job keeping you quiet, but they do make anything you say complete gibberish, and more importantly keeps your mouth open so a dom can use your throat however they choose. I opened my mouth and obediently let Bryan strap it on me.

His next surprise was one I felt, rather than saw. Walking behind me, he took the mysterious thing off the table, and begin to slide what I reasonably assumed was a dildo from my room (thankfully lubed up), into my ass. Rather than leave my hole filled and move on as he had during my interrogation earlier, Bryan instead slid it in and out, fucking me with it while I made unintelligible moans through the spider gag. It felt great. My ass was filled, but Bryan was taking it slow, and so any pain was worth the amazing feeling of being fucked. As much fun as the dildo was, I wondered why Bryan hadn’t just fucked me himself, but I soon got an answer for that.

Leaving the dildo fully in my ass, Bryan came around to my front. His speedo-encased bulge right at my open mouth. He slid it off, revealing his dick underneath. Bryan’s dick was a bit on the smaller side, probably a little over four inches hard. I raised my eyes up to look at his face. Bryan grabbed my hair and slid his cock into my forced-open mouth.

I love Bryan’s dick. I’d always preferred smaller cocks, and Bryan’s was just the right size. He could fuck my ass as long as he wanted and it felt good; he could rail my prostate and bring me cum without ever having to slow down or start over. He knew exactly how to pound my throat so I felt filled and used, he could make me gag but never enough that it became painful.

He fucked my throat, my head firmly in place by his grip on my hair. I couldn’t do anything but take it, and I was loving it. My cock was fully erect, the toy in my ass and the primal sexual feeling of my mouth being owned by another man kept me on edge. Eventually Bryan started to moan too, and I felt his cock throb in my mouth.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck”

He shot his load down my throat without warning. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, as drool and cum dribbled out of my mouth and onto the cage bars. Bryan walked behind me and wiped himself off with a towel he must have brought when he’d gone back to get the toys. He slid the dildo out of my ass.

“That was amazing” he said. I tried to nod my head as much as I could.

“Wait here, I have an idea,” he continued, “I have to get something.”

I lay there, still hard as a rock. I pulled at the ropes Bryan had tied me down to the cage with. When Jordan uses ropes on me I can usually break out eventually, same for Jordan when I tie him up. With Bryan though, neither me nor Jordan are usually able to break free. The man knows his ropes. I struggle against my bonds but find that, sure enough, I won’t be able to get out of these.

Bryan returned, and put a butt plug in my ass. The plug is fixed to a strap. One side of the strap runs along your ass, while the other side splits off to route around either side of your dick. The two sides reconnect at a belt-like piece that loops around your waist. This set-up makes it so the plug stays in your ass, as the strap device keeps it pressed against your body, and keeps you from pushing it out.

Bryan then did something surprising. He got in the cage. He crouched down, and crawled inside. I looked at the open cage door, with my captor inside. If I could get free I could lock him inside. Turn the tables on him. Make him my bitch for the night, the way things should have been had Jordan not gone turncoat. I struggled against the ropes, but alas, my chance at payback and freedom was not to be.

Inside the cage Bryan tickled my chest as it was pressed up against the bars. He moved his hands down to my dick, that by the nature of the grid pattern of the cage, and the way my groin was pressed up against the back side of the cage, now passed through an opening in the bars and into the interior.

“Here’s my idea” Bryan said, maneuvering himself onto all fours in the cage. “One of these days when I have you both captured, I get one of you in your position, and the other one of you like me in here.”

Then he started to suck my dick. Only for a second, before pulling away.

“I’m sure I can rig something up so the person inside the cage is unable to move their head, so they’re forced to suck the person tied on the outside of the cage.”

It honestly sounded like a hot idea. One I’d definitely try and steal for when I had them both captured at some point.

“Oh well,” he said, crawling out of the cage, “food for thought”.

He walked over to the kitchen, pulled a frozen pizza out of the fridge, and put it in the oven.

“Now, I’m going to try out a bondage harness on you,” he said, “if you’re a good sub I’ll let you sit with me on the couch. I might even jack you off. But if you try anything, your night in that cage will start right now.”

I nodded and gave as much of an affirming noise as I could.

“Good” he said. He walked back down the hall, and returned with more rope.

Bryan untied the ropes securing my wrists and the ropes securing my arms to the cage, but with my collared neck still clipped to the cage bars, I was still forced into the bent over position. Byran stood behind me, his groin pushed up against my ass, as he pulled my now free wrists behind my back and retied them, this time to each other in a double column tie.

“Try to get free”

I struggled, pulling my arms and trying to wiggle out. No luck.

“Grunt twice if you start losing circulation, feel any cold on you, or get any tingling sensations.”

I gave an affirmative moan through my spider gag.

Bryan ran his hands up along my sides. He grinded up against my ass for a moment, before bending over top of me to unclip my collar from the cage. With my collar disconnected from the cage (but still very much locked on my neck), Bryan pulled my hair until I was in a standing position, my legs and ankles kept in place on the back of the cage.

Bryan then began to tie a chest harness on me. He’d done similar ropework on me and Jordan before, so I knew a bit of what to expect. Ropes looped over my shoulders, around my chest both above and below the nipples, and kept my upper arms pressed against my body. He connected all of this to my tied up wrists. I couldn’t move my hands or arms at all. I could only twist side to side; for all intents and purposes, my arms didn’t exist. The ropes felt great against my skin, and framed my chest well, as I soon found out when Bryan wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug and twisted my nipples.

“MMMHMmmhmm”

Bryan chuckled and then went on to the next part of his masterpiece. He clipped the leash back on my collar, and tied the end of the leash to the cage. He then untied my legs and ankle so I was no longer connected to the cage. He untied the leash from the cage, and led me over to the square support beam we have in our kitchen, that runs from the floor to the roof. He tied my collar to the beam, to ensure I couldn’t run away, as he moved down to my lower half.

Bryan began to make a harness around my groin. He ran rope around me like a belt, then brought two lengths around my dick and tied them together again under my taint. He took each length and wrapped it around my thighs, before bringing it up again along the cheeks of my ass, making a rope harness with an almost jockstrap shape. The rope felt great against my skin, it framed my dick and applied a constant erotic sensation.

Bryan looked at his work, ran his fingers along my body, and then stepped away. He took a few pictures of me, and then disconnected my leash from the support beam. Bryan led me with the leash over to the couch, and pushed me so I was sitting down. He left me, tied up, gagged, and plugged, while he went to grab the pizza out of the oven.

Bryan returned to the couch and sat down beside me. He undid my gag and started to feed me. It was awkward, but I was happy for the food, having not eaten since I got home, and being pretty exhausted from everything that had happened so far. After two pieces of pizza and some water, Bryan finished feeding me, and started eating. He left me ungagged.

“Thanks for the food man,” I said

“Yeah, no problem!” he said, “I’m sure you were hungry after what we put you through. Plus, hopefully you’ll remember this when you get your revenge.”

I smiled, “maybe”.

“So,” Bryan said, “how do you feel? Are you enjoying your night?”

“I feel pretty great!” I said, “Definitely sore, but this had been a lot of fun. As pissed as I was at Jordan for turning on me, what you and him have done to me tonight has genuinely been a blast. And these ropes feel great!”

“Good! He said, “I’m going to keep you in them for a few more hours, then throw you in the cage for bed. Wait, here, I’m gonna get some things.”

I chilled on the couch, feeling out my bonds while Bryan went down the hall. He returned with some lube, a blindfold, and the head harness gag I’d been forced into earlier.

“Alright Dan,” Bryan said, putting the blindfold over my eyes. “Open wide.”

I opened my mouth and he fastened the head harness on me, gagging me again and pushing the blindfold over my eyes. Bryan laid down on the couch, and pulled me down so I was laying down as well, pressed up against him, spooning, with him as the big spoon. I heard him turn on the T.V. to some history documentary. As he watched, he twirled his fingers around my nipples, ran his hand through my hair, and would occasionally stroke my dick or play with my balls for a few seconds before moving on to another part of my body.

It was relaxing, comforting, and simultaneously incredibly sexually frustrating. I squirmed a bit in vain, kept in place by his rope work and his other arm, which ran underneath my side and back up my chest, pinning me close to him. I felt his hard, speedo-bound dick press up against my plugged ass. I moaned in frustration and pleasure.

This went on for the length of two documentaries, roughly an hour and a half. When the second documentary ended, Bryan spit in his hand, and then moved it down to my dick. He wrapped it around my shaft and began to slowly glide his hand along the length of my cock. In a horny frenzy I wiggled and thrust my hips, fucking his grip. With his other hand he grabbed my groin harness and started tugging on it, guiding my crotch as he jacked me off.

It didn’t take long for me to shoot. Cumming more than I thought I had in me and involuntarily moaning and shivering for a good few seconds before going limp. Me and Bryan laid there in silence for a couple of minutes, snuggling up on the couch.

“Alright Dan,” Bryan said, “I’m about to turn in for the night.”

He got out from behind me, and began to undo my head harness. We have a rule that no one stays gagged overnight (for safety), so I assumed this meant he was ready to throw me in the cage. Turns out, Bryan had one last plan.

“So, here’s your challenge” he said. He removed my blindfold, and began wrapping a new length of rope around my ankles, tying them together.

“If you can make it inside your room within 15 minutes,” he continued, re-gaging me with the head harness now that my blindfold had been removed, “you won’t have to sleep in the cage tonight. I’ll free you right here and now.”

I looked down the hall. Ok, I can do this! It’s like, max 30ft to my room, I can easily wiggle my way down there in 15 minutes.

Bryan lowered me off the couch, onto the ground.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Go!”

I began squirming across the floor. Pulling my knees toward my chest and bouncing as much as I could to get traction across the ground. It was a little painful, and incredibly humiliating, but I was making progress, and the prospect of getting to stretch out and relax on my own bed was more than worth the struggle.

I’d made it halfway down the hall, probably only 10ft from my goal. I could practically taste freedom. I heard Bryan start walking towards me from where he’d been standing watch by the couch.

“Oh wow,” he said, “you made it a lot further, a lot quicker than I thought!”

I looked over my shoulder. I saw a short length of rope in his hand. I knew what was coming. I ‘mmphfed!’ into my gag and started fighting as hard as I could to make it those last 10ft to freedom. I cleared maybe two feet before Bryan kneeled down beside me, and grabbed the back of my chest harness, stopping me in my tracks.

“Still got 7 minutes left” Bryan said, as he tied the rope around my ankles to my chest harness, effectively hog-tying me. “Maybe you can make it…”

He closed the door to my room.

“Or maybe not.” He smirked, “I’ll go get the cage”

I struggled against my bonds. Trying to get any sort of movement, but to no avail. I looked up at the closed door keeping me from a restful night of bondage-free sleep. There was no way I’d be able to make it into my room. I resigned myself to my fate.

Bryan dragged the cage from the kitchen area into his room. He left me hogtied on the floor for what was definitely longer than 7 minutes, as he got fully ready for bed. With each pass in and out of the bathroom he removed some of the layers of my bondage. First removing the head harness, then the plug, then some of the rope. Finally, right before fully untying me (save the locked collar), he locked a bracelet around my ankle.

“Go ahead and use the bathroom,” He said, “and don’t try anything.”

He held up the remote that controlled the electrodes in the ankle bracelet, ready to deliver a painful shock if I tried to escape my caged fate. I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took a second to stretch before my night in confinement. When I was done, Bryan ushered me into his room, opened the cage door, and told me to get inside. I knelt down and crawled into the cage. Bryan bent down, held up the key he’d earlier kept in the lockbox, and unlocked my collar as promised. Leaving my ankle bracelet on, he closed the cage door and locked it with the padlock that had previously been on my collar.

“Good night dude,” Bryan stripped down, walked to his bed, and turned off the light.

“Night, man” I replied, curling up in the cramped cage trying to find a comfortable positon.

Bryan was nice enough to leave a small blanket to cover my naked body with. Of course, anyone who has been inside a cramped dog cage knows it’s not exactly the most comfortable place to sleep. The night came and went, with me occasionally drifting off, only to be woken up by a muscle ache, a sudden draft, or Jordan loudly coming home from his night out.

Eventually though, morning came, and my sentence was over. Bryan woke up to the sound of his alarm, signaling my time as his prisoner was finished. He freed me from the cage, unlocked my ankle bracelet, and helped me crawl out. I stretched myself out, took a much needed shower, and got ready for the day.

Over breakfast, Bryan and I told Jordan about the rest of our night. Bryan enthusiastically shared the other pictures he’d taken of me.

“Looks like you all had some fun!” Jordan said, “I bet you’re not even mad I turned on you, ayy Dan?”

“Oh I’m still going to get you for that,” I smiled, “but yeah, all in all, definitely a fun night.”

I looked over at the calendar. No one had signed up for tonight. Tomorrow night Bryan had signed up, but had indicated he just wanted to be strapped down to a bed and left there for a few hours. Nothing super major in the next two days, though the weekend -and all the bondage fun that would no doubt bring- was something to look forward too.

“So, what’re yall thinking we should do tonight?” Jordan asked.

“I don’t know man,” I replied, “probably just a movie or something. I’ll need a little break before Saturday.”

I looked at Jordan, I saw in his eyes we both had the same goal.

This weekend, either me or Jordan was going to be tied up. And this time…

It wasn’t going to be me.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank BondageChallengeGames for this story!