By BondageChallengeGames
(Dustin’s POV)
I sat on the table, once again restrained. Once again waiting, half afraid and half turned-on, to see what Ted had planned for me.
He’d let me use the bathroom before tying me up. I assumed this was both a mercy and a warning for how long I was about to be bound.
He bound my wrists with thick leather wrist cuffs, then padlocked them together behind my back. He wrapped a belt around my chest, pinning my arms to my side. He used thick ropes to tie my legs at multiple points to the table. He locked my ankles in cuffs and locked those cuffs to the legs of the table.
Last, he muzzled me with the head harness like before. This time he didn’t shove a sock in my mouth, which I appreciated. The harness did force my jaw closed, but it wasn’t perfect – I could open my mouth a tiny bit to breathe through it and make out somewhat understandable words. I got the feeling he’d muzzled me more because he liked the way I looked gagged, rather than for any practical reason.
He also finally made me take off my briefs, which I appreciated as well. During that last round I come somewhat close to blowing my load from the combination of the incredibly hot bondage and torture, mixed with the fact that all my squirming made my dick brush against the fabric. Cumming in the middle of a scene would have been potentially nightmarish. The only thing keeping me sane during all of this was how hot it was, the second my horniness goes away all that’s left is the suffering.
I sat there, naked, rock hard, and eager to see what this final round entailed.
Ted stepped in front of me. With the way I was forced to sit, he towered a full head over me, a change from my usual height over him. I felt so small and powerless. I tried to slip my wrists out of the cuffs. No luck. I tried to flex and puff out my chest, but the leather straps kept a firm pressure, a constant reminder I was stuck.
“You look very cute like this, Dustin,” Ted said. He ruffled my hair, “Are you ready for your surprise challenge.”
I nodded. Staring up meek and submissive at the man I’d given complete control over my body.
“I’m going to edge you,” Ted said, “for one hour.”
I whimpered, and gave a mumbled plea that Ted ignored.
“It’s your job to tell me when you’re close.” He continued, “if you can make it a full hour without cumming, I’ll release you and let you fuck me.”
Ted ran his index finger down the shaft of my cock. I shuttered and moaned quietly.
“One hour of delayed gratification and you can fuck me however you’d like. Ass, throat, whatever. I’ll even let you tie me up if you want a little revenge.”
He tickled my balls for a moment, then grabbed them and gave a slightly painful squeeze.
“But if you cum before the hour is over, you forfeit your chance to top me, and have to endure a fitting punishment for your failure.”
Ted released my balls, clicked a button on his phone, put some lube on his hand, and began to jack me off.
“Tell me when you’re close.”
His slick, gentle hand stroked my cock. I’d spent nearly two hours tied up, horny and unable to cum. I was on edge in seconds.
I mumbled something resembling “I’m close” through the gag.
Ted let go. I whimpered into my gag and thrust at the air.
This was going to be a long fucking hour.
To be continued…
