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Ethan’s Cruel Robbers

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SockgaggedJason gay bondage storiesIt was the end of summer and the beginning of college fall semester, but the Georgia air was still humid and warm. Off campus, young sophomore Ethan was asleep in his apartment. He was a fit, shorthaired, clean-cut young man. An aspiring business major who enjoyed kickboxing. Two young men, disguised with neoprene ski masks, quietly entered his apartment as he slept. They were local kids looking for any valuables that would allow them to buy drugs. One of them had blonde hair draping out of their mask, the other had brown hair. Ethan woke up, however, and noticed the intruders in his place. He grabbed a nearby golf club and prepared to defend his home. Upon making his way into the hall, though, the robbers noticed of him and quickly pounced on Ethan before he could take defensive action.

The two thieves pinned him to the floor and held him down. Ethan, only wearing his underwear, experienced awful carpet burn in the struggle. That, and the pressure of their weight holding him down firmly was defeating.

Ethan tried to yell for help, though, hoping to alert the neighbors in his apartment complex, but the blonde thief cupped his hand over his mouth while the brown-haired robber flipped him over on his stomach. They bound his hands behind his back using a nearby extension cord they yanked from the wall.

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Chained Up in Dave’s Dungeon

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SockgaggedJason gay bondage storiesNote: This is a true story about one of my experiences and for adults only. It contains gay male bondage roleplay and sexual contact between men.

My buddy Dave recently bought a fixer-upper house in a bad neighborhood of Los Angeles. In his backyard, at the end of his carport, was a rickety old barn like garage. With my help, we converted it into a dungeon. Like me, Dave was primarily a dominant master (a “dom”) but we enjoyed switching up roles when we played. Having his own dungeon was a big feather in his BDSM cap. He outfitted it with his existing bondage gear and toys, and all kinds of crazy, kinky stuff. The most significant additions to his dungeon that made it special, however, required special installation. Since I was handy with heavy-duty tools, I volunteered to be his slave labor for the task. One was a bondage bed. He found an old iron bed at a thrift store that we reinforced with more metal material and then anchored it to the concrete flooring.

Next, we installed his piece de resistance, which were two sets of metal scaffolding towers. Through a craigslist ad, he found a music company “dumping” these gargantuan beasts to anyone who could take them away from their storage. They were the kind used for rock concerts to frame a stage and hold up lighting. It took us an entire day but we were able to install them inside the garage and deadbolt them into the concrete flooring securely. Miraculously the aluminum towers fitted to the inch inside, just barely touching the roofing of the garage. We joked that it also made the shabby structure more secure and guaranteed the old roof wouldn’t fall on our heads.

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Hockey Player’s 21st Birthday Wish

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SockgaggedJason gay bondage storiesNOTE: This story starts off with innocent bondage but becomes very sexually graphic, involving gay sexual contact. The young men depicted are over 18, and you must be over 18 to read.

I was in for the most humiliating kidnap by my hockey team that would turn in to the craziest sexual experience of my life. This is the story of my 21st birthday. After a practice, a group of my teammates tackled me in the locker room while I was undressing. I didn’t stand a chance. I was tied up, gagged, and stuffed into a thick canvas laundry bag. I was transported to one their houses via someone’s car. When I was removed from the sack, I was situated on a bed. They untied me and proceeded to remove the last parts of my hockey gear.

They did, though, spare me full on humiliation by leaving me in my jockstrap. I put up the fight of my life, but there were six of these guys against me. I was screwed. They held me down and tied me spread eagle to that bed with ropes.

My gag, which was a few haphazardly applied layers of athletic tape, was coming off partly on the account of all the sweating. As it fell from my face, I started to yell my head off. Well, that was a mistake. The next thing I remembered was Jacobi, the co-captain of our team, quickly stripping out of his sweatpants and slipping out of his jockstrap. I only caught a glimpse of what he was doing before he was shoving his sweaty jock into my mouth.

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Marky Mark and I Get Funky

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SockgaggedJason gay bondage storiesEver since I saw his video “Good Vibrations,” I feel in worship over the ruggedly gorgeous Brooklyn-faced Marky Mark. His flawless muscle bound exterior of smooth, pale white skin gave me an erection every time I stared at him. He was a white boy from Brooklyn, but he had cocky, rhythmic way of working his body.

Everything about him was large! His bulging biceps and chest. His thick calves. His big lips and mouth. Marky Mark was my dream god!

A few weeks ago, I was flipping through a grocery store tabloid and my eyes caught something fantastic. It was a full body shot in color of Marky Mark performing an afternoon LA concert. He was clutching his mike and wearing only a fresh white pair of department store underwear and a red baseball cap. He had stripped down to his briefs and danced around the stage in his bare feet while teenage fans went wild! In the photo close up, you could see his cocky confident grin through the mike. Also, you couldn’t help notice the bulge between. Marky Mark knew he was hot.

I fantasized about him for days after that photo. I wanted to meet him somehow. I would ravage his sinful body and let him do to me whatever he commanded!

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Let’s Gag Him, Bro!

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Kevin, flanked by his best friend, Matt, stormed into his own beachside apartment with purpose where he found his roommate, Flynn, in the middle of removing his motorcycle gear. Flynn had just returned from a long motorcycle ride in the mountains. He had taken off his helmet, gloves, and one of his boots when they barged in so suddenly. Flynn was still fully suited up in his motorcycle racing leathers, though. Kevin and Matt, without warning, tackled him. They had restraints ready; a collection of clothesline rope and duct tape.

Flynn didn’t put up much resistance since he shrugged it off as innocent horseplay that wouldn’t go far. He laughed but was handedly taken to the floor. They sat on top of him and pulled his hands behind his back. Kevin skillfully tied Flynn’s wrists together quickly with some of the clothesline they brought. Once they were bound, Flynn then knew it was a little more serious.

“Fuckers, this hurts!” Flynn complained.

“So, what?” Kevin laughed. “We’re kidnapping you, bro!”

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