By Justin I

If you missed the beginning, click for Part 1

Sharing every moment of tormentous pleasure would fill novels. Four years is a long time to build stories, especially with a minimum of two forms of play a day. On days I have the entire day or I feel especially happy or frustrated, then we spend even more time together. You will accept my generous favor of sharing highlights.

13 Months Post 1st Meeting

Having used the chip in Sam’s head, I programmed a sort of “yes/no” switch in the decision and “gut feeling” part of the brain. This feature had especially come in handy when I made suggestions for Sam, then reinforcing a good feeling in his mind he most often agreed. After he really bulked up and leaned down, I suggested he work on the yards in 5-inch inseam shorts with no shirt. He got funny looks at first, but after a week was normal. I was in heaven, my boy was buff, honey blond with golden tan skin. Of course I gave him special sunscreen that encouraged his tan without damage or burn to his skin.

Sam had been living with me for the past three months. His current living situation was no longer available, being the kind and unselfish with no ulterior motive man that I am, I extended my spare bedroom. For now. I encouraged and programmed that walking around the house in just a set of boxers was normal and I also encouraged one other behavior. When I watched porn, I purposely would leave the door open and loud enough that Sam would hear. He would swing by my room and act all embarrassed asking if I wanted the door closed, reluctantly I had to agree and the door would be closed. If I made any decisions this early in the modification that defied Sam’s logic, the chip could short circuit.

Gradually, when I would play the porn on my computer, primarily domination and service porn, I would also signal the brain to release a burst of serotonin, dopamine and testosterone. In addition, I would stimulate the part of the brain responsible for sex drive. When Sam would come to ask if I wanted to close the door, my combination of signals and hormones caused Sam to take longer and longer each time to ask if I wanted the door closed.

One day I watched a video that involved a real skinny guy in shorts tied up in rope trying to escape, verbally taunted by his master. Sam lingered for a few minutes and spoke up.

S: That skinny guy is never going to get out. He’s too weak.

I turned and the gears in my mind began to spin. Could this be the first?

F: So you think a big muscly guy could get out?

Sam turned to me and instinctively rubbed his chest with one hand before responding, reaching down and repositioning the hard on forming in his boxer briefs.

S: Well, yeah! I mean that guy probably couldn’t get out even if it was the simplest knot. You can see the bones in that guy’s arms and his ribs sticking out.

F: True. This boy is small and probably won’t get out unless let out. However, this Master is a rope expert, those aren’t your typical tying your shoes knots. If you were tied up by a rope master, you would never get out?

Sam reacted slightly when I used the term Master, just for a second.

S: False Freddy! Maybe a year or two ago but I’ve been getting stronger. Look at my arms and legs.

Oh yeah, Sam had also gotten arrogant. A trait I encouraged and loved when challenged working outside or in the gym shirtless. He reached down pulling his already short underwear higher to flex his quads, then lifting both arms to do a double bicep flex.

F: You sound pretty confident, what are you doing right now and for the rest of the day?

Sam had been given a home tour, one of which was my basement which was unfinished but had a futon next to the chest of sex toys and bondage devices. He knew I tied up guys and played downstairs. He had no problem, just requested to know when so he could clear out.

S: Not much. Was thinking of swimming some laps or going for a run, but other than chilling around the house.

F: Wait here.

I went downstairs and opened the chest, picking out a drawstring bag that was filled with lengths of rope. I wanted to play down here but this was a fragile situation that needed delicate handling. Returning upstairs, in the living room I lifted the bag.

F: I am not as skilled as the guy in the video, but I am no beginner either. What do you say to a little escape challenge?

S: Sounds like an easy victory. But if I am tied up I don’t want to be touched or played with, just trying to escape.

F: No problem. I only play with guys begging for play. This would just be one of those video escape challenges online,

Sam agreed and stepped forward. I brought his wrists together and wrapped several lengths until closing it. Snug but not too tight. Then I had him sit on the floor wrapping some rope around his knees and his ankles. Finally, taking my time on this one. I tied a harness around his chest, giving me a taste of feeling his muscles.

F: Finished. Let’s see you get out of this big Sam.

I said in a sarcastic and teasing tone.

S: No problem.

Sam began to struggle. Glad I wore compressions of my own, my cock was rock hard in my shorts. His arms flexed, his chest pulled accentuated by the ropes. He was beautiful. It took him 20 minutes but he got loose. He was red all over from the struggle with some of those temporary indentations from the ropes.

S: Told you man! Maybe you need to take some rope courses.

Time for implementation.

F: True I may need more experience. How about we try again?

S: Dude, I got out in 20 minutes. How are you going to tie any better in that time than before? Just admit you were wrong.

F: Perhaps. How about this, I get another chance to tie you up but we’ll play for stakes. We each get something if we win. Thoughts?

Sam looked puzzled for a minute by the stakes. He looked excited.

S: So if I escape I get something or you have to do something I pick? If I can’t then I do or get you something?

F: Exactly! I was thinking that if I win I get to embarrass you by using one of my toys downstairs on you, if you win then you get to do the same?

S: I don’t know. Sex toys aren’t really my thing. How about when I win, you have to pay for me to get a massage? Working all day, after this I could use one!

F: Sex toys are universal, but if it makes you comfortable if you win I will pay for your massage with all the work. If I win I get to use a toy on you, but a non painful one?

Sam agreed. I reached into the bag grabbing more ropes.

S: Wow, you were holding out on me. I would be worried about being hustled but I’m going to get out, it just might take longer.

I grinned.

F: Might take longer, or until you’re begging for me to let you out.

S: Let me take a piss and then we’ll get started.

While he went off to the bathroom I pulled out rope after rope, eventually pulling out eight lengths of hemp bondage rope. He returned, and I led him over to the middle of the living room where I got to work. I first brought his wrists behind his back. Sam let out a grunt and gave an inquisitive look with a confident smile. I wrapped a length of rope around his wrists, tighter this time with the ends out of reach. Then a rope coiled around his elbows, knees, ankles. I tied a rope from his ankles to his wrists and finally I used the last rope to cinch everything together and as tight as possible. I could cum just from will power at this moment, I was so turned on.

F: I’m all done. I went a bit tighter this time, but a big strong guy like you shouldn’t be a problem.

S: Problem? Even better! Just means that I am going to go all out for that massage, get the full package,

Sam got to work. I was laughing inside. I could tell he was attempting a struggle but not much was happening. His muscles flexed beneath the cord but he didn’t move. None of the ropes were coming loose, if anything they were getting tighter. Little did Sam know that I was a rope master, visiting rope conventions every year and occasionally winning prizes for the best or most creative knots. He continued for a while but when his face was bright red I walked over with my feet right next to his face, crouching down.

F: How are you doing? Looks like you’ll be getting out any minute now.

Sam let out a deep breath and his bright red face dimmed back, only showing bright red cheeks of embarrassment.

S: If I didn’t know any better, I would think you hustled me. You’re good, these are tight. Just give me some more time, but I’ll get out.

F: If you say so!

Walking over to the couch, I grabbed my phone and the tv remote. I put on the tv to a show I had seen many times before, but my main focus was setting my phone up in a discreet method to record my struggling worm. I powered through two episodes and finally I got the magic words.

S: Alright alright, I may have been wrong to be so arrogant. You can let me out now.

I turned slowly to him, shuttin the tv off.

F: You fought well, brave soldier. But I thought you might be stuck when you;ve been in the same spot on the floor this whole time.

S: Yeah yeah, now let me out.

F: Say please.

S: Seriously man, I’m done. Please let me out.

F: Good job Sam.

Speaking in the same tone a dog owner might with their puppy.

F: First, I get my prize. Do you yield and accept that I get to use one of my toys on you? Even if it’s on your cock or balls?

Sam just stared at the wall, resting the side of his face on the floor. Letting out a few calming breaths.

S: A deals a deal. Use one of your toys but nothing painful.

I walked downstairs and reached into the chest again. Pulling out a shiny chastity cage with a lock. This cage was the one I had in mind as it would prevent Sam from pleasing himself without shrinking his dick. As I held it in my hand, drops suddenly formed on my sleeve. Realizing that I was actually so excited that I was drooling. Wiping my face I went upstairs and walked over to Sam.

F: I got the perfect toy. I’ll put it on you and show you in the mirror when let out. First I need you on your side so I can lower your shorts.

Sam turned pink but tried shifting to his side. I let out a chuckle.

F: Don’t worry. Let me help you out.

I kneeled down and used both hands to gently lay Sam on his side. His muscles were intoxicating. Squeezing as I gently lowered him, precum was definitely smothering the inside of my shorts. Sam lowered his head to peek, but I turned to block his view. I reached down and lowered his shorts, to reveal his cock and balls. I was stunned. I had seen Sam change many times but this was different. With little golden curls, trimmed but not recent. His dick was massive, even when flaccid, I couldn’t imagine his size when full grown. I slipped the metal shaft now warmed from holding over his cock, around his full balls and snapped it in place. Secured with a tiny lock. I covered it once again with his shorts.

F: All set, no peeking, but you are going to love it. I’ll show you in the mirror after you’re out.

S: Yeah whatever, just get me out.

Sam was frustrated now. Speaking with a grumbly voice, not a violent one but definitely unhappy. It took some time as the knots had gotten tighter but he was free. Standing up I told him to take a peek.

S: What the hell? Is this some antisex device? How does this qualify as a sex toy, when it actually stops all sex?

I could not contain myself, I had to focus entirely on putting the now sweat drenched ropes into special bags for washing.

F: You said I could use any toy, as long as it wasn’t painful. This will not hurt you but clearly it will frustrate you. As you call the “antisex device” is actually a chastity cage, named appropriately for it makes you chaste. Most importantly, it qualifies as a sex toy because if worn long enough, builds up a massive load as well as giving the key holder all the power. P.S. I am the keyholder.

Sam fondled the device, feeling his balls as well since the ring underneath forced them out. He tried to tinker with getting it off, but the lock was strong and would need tools without the key to remove.

S: So you won. You put the toy on me, you can take this off too.

He stepped towards me. I lowered the key on a silver chain around my neck.

F: Oh this won’t be coming off today. For several days actually. We never specified how long the toy would be used, just that I would have free reign, except pain. Just as I got all your terms for the massage.

Sam looked horrified. Turning again to the mirror and turning his head down to look at himself without reflection.

S: No man! I can’t go without cumming. I masturbate every day, sometimes twice a day if I am really horny.

Sam started to grip the lock even harder. If I wasn’t mistaken, his dick began to grow as well inside its prison, with no ability to achieve pleasure.

F: Sounds like I made the perfect choice. If it helps I will cum twice a day, once for me and once for you until I allow you freedom.

Sam gave me a look that would have melted me if lasers could shoot out of his eyes.

S: Ok then how long will I have to wear this cage?

F: That’s a good question. Do you remember earlier when I clarified that I don’t play sexually or BDSM with a guy unless he wants it?

Sam’s face changed from confusion to terrifying understanding in a matter of seconds.

F: Well, you will be wearing the cage until you beg me to play with you. Not asking, not even asking nicely, but begging. I will know when you are sincere.

Sam looked horrified but at the same time I could see his dick pressing against the end of the cage. He was so filled with emotions and hormones that he was actually enjoying it without realizing. I did get angry at myself because I grabbed the biggest cock cage I owned, but his dick was massive.

F: Do not worry. When I accept your miserable pleading and allow you a chance to earn your freedom, I will respect our first rule. Pain is off limits.

With defeat in his eyes. Sam lifted his shorts again, going to the bathroom. With the click of the lock I could hear the sound of the lock against the cage, the grunts of frustration and finally a sort of suffering chuckle.

I was at the gates of heaven with an angel in my bird cage. Soon enough he’ll be so horny, built up and eager for the key worn around my neck. Willing to do anything, forgetting that frustration can be just as painful.