By BondageChallengeGames

The plan, as Andrew had explained to me, had been this:

Tom would see me all trussed up and hopefully let his guard down. Andrew was going to further lower Tom’s defenses with sex, and then the moment was right, I was going to grab whatever part of him I could reach and hopefully overwhelm him enough that Andrew could tie him up.

To do this, Andrew unlocked my wrist cuffs. Because my chest and neck were still locked to the wall – with padlocks whose keys were far out of reach – I was still very much restrained and unable to turn on Andrew. I let my arms fall limp to my side, finally getting rest after being tied above, behind, and beside me.

“I’m going to attach cuffs where your wrists had been, but they’ll be loose enough you can slip in and out.” Andrew said, “I’m also going to be nice and ungag you – give your jaw a bit of a rest in case I need it later. But know that if you scream, or mouth off, or try to get free, I’ll tie you to that wall in the most uncomfortable way imaginable, and spend the whole time waiting for hubby to arrive by torturing you. Understand?”

I nodded. I wouldn’t try anything. At this point I’d happily trade my slim chance at freedom for a reprieve from torture.

Andrew removed my gag and got the trap set up for Tom; he set up the loose decoy cuffs and I tested sliding in and out of them. He put cuffs up above me that he could lock Tom into.

Tom had shown he could be tricky, and neither of us knew if Tom had something else planned for us. The good news was that Tom is incredibly sexually driven. An insatiable bear of a man, Tom got a pretty one-track-mind when he was horny. Part of what made him a great usual sub for Andrew is that he would just volunteer to be put in all sorts of bondage if it meant he’d get off. We brainstormed ways to get him in a position where he’d drop his guard to fuck, and unfortunately most of them did end up with him using me as his tied up sex toy. Not ideal, but definitely not something I had any say in.

“When he comes home, I’m going to gag you again,” Andrew said, “One, to add realism; and two, to make sure you don’t betray me and warn him something is up. And I want to be very clear, I’m not going to attempt to restrain him until you grab him. That way if you do back down or chicken out Tom doesn’t know I was planning on betraying him and you get to spend the rest of the night as both of our victims. If you grab him, though, and I’m able to get him restrained, I’ll let you go free. But if you try anything, now or in the moment, you’ll be regretting it for the rest of the night.”

I agreed to his terms, as if I really had a choice. Andrew started rummaging around the room, collecting torture equipment to use on his husband.

He’d taken the vibrating cock ring off of me. Still I was hard as a rock. I wanted so desperately to cum. For a brief second I thought about using my free hands to jack myself off. It wouldn’t take long, I’d been on edge for hours.

But I resisted the urge. Partly out of fear, many doms are very particular about when a sub is allowed to cum, I didn’t want to cross Andrew and feel his wrath. It was also a tactical decision. I can take a lot more pain, and I enjoy bondage a lot more, when I’m horns. The minute I cum, enduring anything Andrew or Tom might throw at me could be a lot harder.

Andrew and I chatted as he watched the window for Tom’s arrival. He asked me if I’d enjoyed the torture scene. I thought for a minute, and decided that ultimately I did. Kink is weird that way, one minute you’re begging to get free, but later you think back fondly on the experience.

“It was actually very hot,” I told him. “I’d be down to do it again, as long as this time I actually have a real code I can use.”

Andrew smiled, a kind smile this time. We chatted as friends, or as much as you can when you’re naked on the floor and chained to a wall. I asked him about chastity. He said he’d been down to do it for a day or two, but that one week was way too long. We both agreed that Tom, on the other hand, could definitely probably use a week or two in the cock cage. A little extra frustration would do wonders for that already sex-driven man.

Eventually Andrew saw headlights. I slipped my hands into the loose cuffs. Andrew put the ring gag back in my mouth.

“He thinks he’s so clever,” Andrew said. “Not using the garage, sneaking up to the front door. Let’s show that bastard a real trap.”

* * *

True to his word, once Tom was securely bound and gagged, Andrew released me.

It was a bit tricky getting out from under Tom, but I managed it. I stood up and stretched as Andrew unlocked my cuffs.

It felt so good to finally be free, and even better to watch Tom, that traitor, strung up in my place.

With my chest harness and collar now available, Andrew loosed both so they would fit on Tom. He secured them on to his husband and went to lock Tom’s ankles to bolts near the floor.

“Wait,” I said. “Don’t lock his legs, it might be easier to fuck him if I can move him a bit.”

Tom’s muffled shouts and the sounds of clanking padlocks as he struggled filled the room.

“Of course,” said Andrew. “Great idea.”

I got a condom and some lube from Andrew. Tom could do nothing but look over his shoulder and whimper as I ran my lubed up hand between his ass checks.

“I suffered a lot because of your little trick, bitch,” I whispered into his ear. “I hope you suffer a lot because of ours.”

I slowly slid my middle finger into his hole. I fingered him, gently opening up his ass until it was ready. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I positioned my captive so that my dick could go up into him while we both stood. Slowly I slid my cock into his ass. He whimpered. I slapped his thigh, wrapped my arms around him, and started picking up speed.

I fucked Tom. I was aggressive and frantic, fucking him as fast and rough as I could. I pulled his hair, slapped him, twisted his nipples, tugged his balls, and pulled his collar, giving him a little taste of what he was in for later that night. As I approached the edge I slowed down, just enough to let the plateau last a little longer. Then, when I couldn’t wait any more, I pushed as deep as I could and came. Shouting out and grabbing him tight so I stayed in him until my orgasm was done.

Finally, after hours of being tied up, hours of enduring all manner of torture, hours of being on edge, I was finished.

I pulled out, took a breather, and cleaned up.

“Well Andrew,” I said, “this was fun, I’m gonng head out and get some rest. I’ll see y’all later. Have fun, Tom.”

I rustled the helpless prisoner’s hair and handed downstairs.

“Have a good night, Kyle,” Andrew said. “Come back soon, we should do this again sometime.”

As I collected my things and put on my clothes, I heard Andrew talking to his victim.

“I’m going to torture you,” he said, “one full hour. The gag will be in, and you’ll have no way out. No way to stop me. Then after an hour, I’ll remove your gag. Tell me the code to the lockbox and the interrogation ends, but lie to me and the gag goes back in and you’ll have a whole hellish hour to regret your mistake. Eventually I’ll break you. I’ll get the code, unlock this cock cage and put it on you. Then I’ll lock you in the dog cage for the night while I have sweet dreams of all the things I’m going to do to you tomorrow on your day off.”

I knew better than anyone that he meant every word.

To be continued …