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.

I saw him try to arch his back to pull his ankle and leg ropes into reach. He’d escaped a normal hogtie like this before, but this variation proved harder to break out of – I’d need to remember that.

As the timer ticked down, Dustin’s careful, tactical attempts to untie himself gave way to desperate thrashing. Fuck it was hot. My little bitch sweating and struggling so hard to get free. I soaked up the fear in his eyes as the timer counted down. It took everything in my power to not jack myself off right there.

With three minutes left I went into the bedroom to set up his next prison.

The timer went off and I returned, finding my captive just as bound and helpless as I left him.

“20 minutes later and you’re still tied up,” I taunted Dustin, “I guess you must be really enjoying this. I’ve given you plenty of chances to earn your freedom and you haven’t taken any of them.”

Dustin said something that came out as an unintelligible, mumbled grunt.

I untied his ankles and thighs and grabbed the rope chest harness. I yanked him to his feet, then pulled him into our bedroom.

When the bed setup came into view, Dustin started shaking his head and mumbling pleads for mercy. He dug his feet in the ground to try and keep me from bringing him to the bed. I slapped him across the face, gave a big rough pull, and threw him onto the bed. Before he had a chance to squirm away, I sat on his chest and began restraining his feet.

The sight that had driven my plaything to fight back so much was wooden foot stocks I’d created and rigged to the bed. I opened the latch and forced his ankles into the holes of the stockade, then closed them. There were loops on the top of the foot stocks for me to tie his toes to, but I would need to restrain his arms first. I untied his hands and quickly grabbed his right wrist and forced it into a leather cuff I’d already tied off to the corner of the bed. He tried to grab me and force me away with his weaker, non-dominant, left arm, which did little more but annoy me until I was able to force that one into a cuff tethered to the other bed post. For good measure I locked his upper arms in leather cuffs as well.

I returned to his feet. I used shoelaces to tie his toes to the hooks on the top of the stocks. His feet were fully immobilized, perfectly exposed for the most brutal tickling he could imagine.

I stepped back and looked at my captive. He looked so beautifully vulnerable, stretched out and tied on the bed. His back was against the headboard, his arms flexing and pulling in futile attempts to break free. Short, tight briefs were the only thing standing between his cock and whatever pleasures and pain I wanted to inflict on it. He was mine to do whatever I wanted with.

“Make me cum in 20 minutes,” I said, kneeling on the bed, straddling his chest and putting my hard cock in his face, “or face the consequences.”

I removed his gag, letting him spit the sock out. I presented a water bottle to his lips and let him drink. When he was finished I slapped his face with my dick, grabbed his hair and forced myself into his mouth.

I face-fucked him for a minute, then pulled out, keeping my dick in front of his mouth so he could choose how he wanted to pleasure me. I set a stopwatch this time, counting up from 0 rather than down from 20. This round, I kept it out of reach so he couldn’t see.

Dustin proceeded to try to tease me with his tongue. He licked my shaft, spending extra time at the edge of my cock-head. Fuck it felt good. I let him keep doing that as long as he wanted this time. I figured he needed a jaw break, and I was in no rush to finish.

Eventually, Dustin opened his mouth and gently wrapped it around my dick. With the little range of motion he could muster he sucked my cock, sliding his mouth up and down its length. He couldn’t get very far without gagging or pulling back. That was okay, with how tonight was going I figured I could make this “practice” a more regular thing. After enough forced blowjobs I’m sure he could get a better handle on his gag reflex and stamina.

A few times he pulled all the way out and caught his breath. Once he got me right up to the edge, where I thought he was going to make me cum, only for him to pull his head back and pause. Poor guy, he was so close to freedom.

As the minutes went on and on I could sense his desperation. He tried different techniques, varied his speed, switched between sucking and gliding his mouth.

I looked down and ruffled his hair. I was such a lucky man. Dustin was always so eager for bondage, that he’d just about let me tie him up whenever I wanted. A few good knots and padlocks was all it took to make this man into a sex toy I could use as I pleased. He’d beg and scream and try to get out, but then always come back for more. I loved the power I had to hurt him, fuck him, and keep him prisoner.

I was starting to get close. Dustin had found the perfect technique. Over an hour of buildup had certainly helped as well. I was right at the edge when I felt him start to slow down and pull back. Not this time. I grabbed his hair and started thrusting forward, fucking his face and finally bringing myself over the edge.

I pushed deep inside him and came.

I left my dick in his mouth for a second, then pulled out. Dustin let my cum fall out of his mouth and onto his chest. Maybe if we made this a regular thing I’d start training him to swallow.

“Fuck that was hot,” Dustin said, “I was starting to get worried I wouldn’t finish you off in time.”

“You didn’t” I said, picking up my phone to show him the stopwatch. 38 minutes had passed. He’d failed.

Dustin’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to speak, but I shoved the sock back in to re-gag him, locking the head harness back on his head.

“Sorry Dustin,” I said, “but you took longer than 20 minutes so I can’t let you free yet.”

I scooted myself so I was sitting beside his feet, still immobilized in the stocks. Dustin was shaking his head and trying to beg me to let him go.

“Since it took you 38 minutes to get me off,’ I continued, lightly touching his soles, “I figure that’s how long your punishment will last. I want you to understand just how long 38 minutes really is.”

To be continued ….