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Consequences of Failure – Part 04

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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.

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Consequences of Failure – Part 03

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By BondageChallengeGames

(Ted’s POV)

He was so cute, thrashing around, laughing uncontrollably. I was smiling ear to ear as I tickled Dustin’s exposed feet and armpits.

Every few minutes I gave him a break to catch his breath. Just long enough for his body to reset. I kept my phone hidden from him, hopefully with every pause he thought his 38 minutes of punishment were over, only for me to lunge at him and begin the cycle of torment again.

Five minutes left. I sat up from the bed. I wanted to make this final stretch the worst yet. I blindfolded Dustin, which made the poor bitch whine and sadly beg me to stop. I loved when he begged, even if his words did come out jarbled by the sock gag.

I grabbed a toothbrush, some massage oil, and a feather. I rubbed the oil on his feet, armpits, and sides. He was shaking. Good. He should be afraid.

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Consequences of Failure – Part 02

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By BondageChallengeGames

(Ted’s POV)

It was so fun watching Dustin struggle. I’d sat down with the full intention of playing video games to pass the time while my captive wiggled around on the floor, but watching my fucktoy pitifully try to get free ended up being way more entertaining.

He tried to reach his hands to the chest harness knot. I thought for a second he might reach it and undo himself, it was only a few inches away from his hands. Thankfully his lack of flexibility and the rope pinning his arms to the side meant that knot stayed frustratingly out of reach. Poor guy. I almost felt bad for him.

Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for Dustin, any sense of pity was overshadowed by how overwhelmingly hot it was having a man I could face-fuck and torture. A man that couldn’t do anything to stop me from using and hurting him however I liked.

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Consequences of Failure – Part 01

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By BondageChallengeGames

I stood at attention, stripped down to my underwear, eagerly waiting for Ted to tie me up and reveal what this “challenge” was he’d been hinting at during dinner.

Ted wrapped a length of rope around my chest, tying a knot behind my back. He then ran the rope up over my shoulders on either side of my neck, circling back to the knot behind me to tie a simple rope chest harness. For good measure he ran one more length of rope around me, this time encircling my upper arms, pulling them close to my chest.

I was hard already, something Ted must have noticed. He took a quick break from tying me to reach down and grab my bulging dick through my briefs. I pushed my ass back against him. I reached my arm backwards as much as it could tethered as it was to the chest harness.

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My Pal Jock and the Night Before Christmas

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By Hunter Perez

It was around four in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and I was in my apartment flicking the television remote control in search of something to watch. I planned to be alone for the holidays and, to be frank, I was enjoying my time to myself. Then my phone rang and I saw it was from Jock.

“Bingo, can you do me a great favor?” Jock said in a voice that sounded somewhat more tremulous than his normal tone. “Can you please drive me upstate this evening?”

“Can I drive you?” I asked, confused by the request. “You know I don’t have a car. What’s wrong with your car?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my car,” he responded. “I just got a call from the hospital – Dad was brought in with a heart attack. I was planning to drive up tomorrow morning to see him for Christmas, but I need to be there now. The news of his being in the hospital sort of shook me. With the way I feel I don’t feel comfortable doing that drive.”

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Caught in the Act

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By Cutieboy90

“Hey man, I’m gonna shower. Don’t start the laundry yet.” Tony called down the hallway.

“Got it!” I hollered back.

I sat still, waiting for the sound of running water. Holding my breath. The seconds dragged by, as if time had just stopped. Even my heart seemed to slow…

Until at last the rush of water and the clang of the shower door closing signaled the start. This was the cue I’d been waiting for. Like a racer starting at the sound of the buzzer, I was off. Swiftly and silently like a panther stalking its prey, I was down the hall towards the laundry room in an instant. And there, piled in the hamper was Tony’s laundry. A whole week’s worth of worn gym socks and night shirts just waiting to be savored.

I knelt down, taking a particularly fresh-looking sock and bringing it to my nose.

“Mmmmm…” I could never help the initial moan, nor the swoons I felt when breathing Tony’s sweat and musk. There was a sort of spice to his scent, so masculine. I could detect hints of the trees from the park trail he liked to run through, the funk of his shoes, even a faint touch of the Irish Spring soap he used.

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Arresting

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By ty dehner

With his head bobbing to the beat of the music coming from the speakers in his SUV, Austin Dougherty’s mind was not focused on the road passing under the tires of his Carmine Red Porsche Cayenne. Sitting in the driver’s seat wearing black Adidas pants with the triple white stripes down the legs, his right foot, wearing white Stan Smith shoes, was hovering over the gas pedal in case he had to quickly get his machine out of cruise control. Austin was in a black Adidas jacket wearing a white high performance t-shirt under, the shirt having the logo of the major league football team he plays for. The quarterback kept his tight leather gloved left hand firmly gripping the top of the steering wheel.

Heading east through Banning, California, on Interstate 10, the lights of all the fast food establishments on the side of the highway kept the night from being fully dark as the headlights on his Porche illuminated the cracks in this heavily used section of the interstate. The cruise control was set at eighty since Austin has several freeway lanes as the concrete ribbon cuts through the pass between San Gorgonio Mountain on the north and Mount San Jacinto to the south.

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My Pal Jock and the Party Guest

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By Hunter Perez

Jock is my best friend and I love him dearly, but there is one thing about him that I dread and that involves his penchant for party giving. It’s not that he’s a bad host – far from it. In fact, his parties are extraordinarily generous regarding the delicious foods being served (most of which he creates in his kitchen) or the selection of beverages made available (some of the most expensive wines and spirits I’ve ever enjoyed).

My problem is that Jock never seems to realize that I don’t fit in with his social set. The guests at Jock’s parties can be divided into three categories. First, there are the money boys – the trust fund babies, the day traders, the hedge fund jockeys and investment bankers who gather and compare their portfolios and share insider tips on the next hot stock. Second, there are the gym bros – they wear the tight t-shirts that show off their musculature while they babble about supplements, steroids and iron pumping. Third, there are the bears – the leather clad beefy guys who congregate on the back porch to smoke their cigars and talk about whatever it is that bears talk about. I’ve never been able to eavesdrop on them, hence my ignorance regarding their conversations.

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