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My Pal Jock and the Gorilla – Part 01

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By Hunter Perez

It was one o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was standing on the top rung of a step ladder cleaning blobs of protein drink off my ceiling when the front door of my apartment began to vibrate with a knocking to the melody of “Kung Fu Fighting.” Only one person makes himself known in that manner, and I called out, “Come in, Jock, the door is open.”

The door opened and Jock walked in carrying a large box. A few steps into the apartment, he put down the box and looked about the space in bafflement. “Bingo, what the hell happened in here?”

I sighed and shook my head. “Simon wanted to make me a protein drink, but you know what he’s like with kitchen appliances – the blender exploded, and I have protein drink all over the place. Be a pal and grab some toweling to clean this up.”

Jock dug his finger into a blob of protein drink on the wall and tasted it. “Is this supposed to be strawberry or cherry flavored? None of these drinks truly taste like the fruit flavors they’re supposed to be. And where is Simon? Why isn’t he helping you?”

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Complimentary Bondage at the Motel

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By BondageChallengeGames

The Motel Owner and his Assistant admired their catch. A nerdy twink, probably mid-twenties, confirmed gay, stretched out naked on the motel bed.

 

Yesterday, the twink had checked into the motel. The Assistant, manning the check-in desk, had a hunch the visitor was gay, a hunch the Owner confirmed when he found the guest on Grindr shortly after he went to his room.

That evening, the Assistant — a rather conventionally attractive and charming 29-year-old man — had swung by the guest’s room to “see if he needed anything.” The Assistant flirted with the guest and invited him across the street for a drink. While they were at the bar, the owner rigged up the guest’s bed with ropes and open cuffs.

The Assistant brought the guest right up to the door of his motel room, and there, outside in the parking lot, began making out with his unsuspecting prey.

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A Few Hours of Suffering

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By keepmetiedup

They say “write what you know,” so here’s a short story that actually happened to me (with just a teeny bit of embellishment). This story contains descriptions of breath control, some CNC, and pain.

At breakfast this morning, I noticed my jaw still ached when I started to eat my toast.  Later, in the shower, the hot water made my nips hurt again.  When I looked in the mirror, I saw the black and blue marks across my back and ass.  All souvenirs of a good time suffering for a demanding top three days ago.

I visit my family every few months and I often try to schedule a play session before or after my time with my family.  Sometimes, it doesn’t work out.  On this trip, however, I succeeded in setting up a date with a trusted top I had visited many times before who is into pain, cbt, bondage, and – yes – breath controI.  I went over to his place.  We chatted about limits and preferences, and I told him I was interested in playing a bit more with breath control.  I reminded him that I hadn’t visited him for about two years, and he said that he would have to punish me for not coming to see him again sooner.  I smilingly agreed that he would indeed need to punish me.

He told me to strip down to my birthday suit, to go into the next room, and to wait for him with my hands behind my back and my head bowed.  Naturally I complied.  The second room was quite dark and without my glasses on, it was hard to see anything.  I waited.  Eventually, I heard him walk up behind me and he slipped a blindfold on.  Now I couldn’t see anything at all.  I heard him walk around in front of me.  He told me to present my arms to him.  He attached what felt like leather cuffs to each wrist and he fastened these together in front of me with what I’m assuming was a short length of rope.  He didn’t ignore my nips.  He clamped each one with something snug and secure.  I never did see what they were, but they did their job and hurt.  He guided me around the room to a different position.

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Consequences of Failure – Part 05

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By BondageChallengeGames

(Ted’s Pov)

Fuck he was pathetic. All I had to do was wrap my hand around his dick, and his eyes would practically roll into the back of his head. Every little touch and he was moaning, thrusting, and whining.

I loved seeing him like this. What a rush to know that with one hand I could bring him to the brink of pleasure and then torturously take it all away.

To make sure my horny little plaything didn’t cum too soon, I interspersed my strokes with moments of lightly running a single finger along his shaft. I split up the focus on his cock by tickling the underside of his balls, pinching his nipples, and lightly placing my hand around his neck – not enough to choke him – just enough to remind him he couldn’t stop me if I did.

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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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