By Justin I

Sam woke up the next day sore. Especially his legs, and his cock was also raw. He stuck to himself that first day, but once he fully recovered I carried out subtle programming a pressing BDSM fantasy.

Three months later.

Sam was hooked, at least with bondage and play. We repeated a variety of our initial scenarios. I would put him in chastity, with no lock, which wasn’t nearly as fun for me. Then after two or three days, I would tie him in a helpless position and edge him and then let him cum. I was stimulated and cummed a few times myself during those blindfolded sessions but nothing as intense. Messing with his memory was a dangerous risk I saved for only the most serious or mind breaking moments that needed correction.

In addition to my being Sam’s Dom, Sam would wrestle me. I think he enjoyed showing off his strength while getting his muscles worshiped while I was helpless to stop him, which was not an issue for me.

At first we wrestled in shorts and muscle tanks, then reduced to shorts and eventually just compressions. As a gift for us when things were more established, I purchased both of us leotards, mine in glossy black with white stripes, his in brilliant white with black stitching. We tried them once, but Sam wasn’t a fan, so I have them saved for the days when Sam’s decisions are meaningless.

When we wrestled it was the clash of a titan with a man. Sam was strong. He pinned me 90 percent of the time. One of his favorite moves was the headlock. Any position that locked my head to be squeezed. Sam would pin me to the ground on my back. Staring up at him in a sort of reverse headlock, his chest and shoulder pressed against my face, his arm snaked around squeezing until I tapped from lack of blood to the head. Just before tapping, I could taste the sweat on his body, it was delicious. He wouldn’t notice but instead grunt “Oh Yeah!” when I was in this helpless heaven.

Another form of headlock he really enjoyed was between his legs, and during these moments he would whip me around in some way. His thighs would be on either side of my head, while my arms were forced straight up gripped by his massive hands. I didn’t enjoy this position as much, as I was facing the ceiling and it was hard to tap out. In fact, I had a suspicion that Sam enjoyed holding me down in his feeble position. He would purposely hold my arms in a way that prevented me from tapping. I would squirm and try to speak but my mouth was pressed against me. When he used this move, it ended most times with Sam kneeling above my head, right next to his crotch with a fresh slapped feeling on one cheek of my face or the other.

Sam liked the sitdown position because of the helplessness and squirming. Again on my back, Sam would take position sitting on my chest, my arms pinned to my sides, sometimes held with one arm above my head and other times one arm pressed over the other keeping me immobile. I loved this position, it really turned me on. Staring directly into Sam’s confident and bold eyes, sweat dripping off his body, his chest and his stomach. The warmth of his legs on top of me and the slight struggle of breathing. When Sam was especially cheeky, he would say, “You can get out, just need the right motivation.” Then he would reach down with his free arm and pinch my nipple, or both if both his hands were available. I would grunt leading to screams of frustration, flailing my legs but no hope. His massive size and build made sure I wasn’t going anywhere.

“I lied, looks like you’re stuck and you’ll have to tap out,” Sam said, but he enjoyed keeping my hands from doing just as much. This made me incredibly horny and gave me the idea.

I had given this some thought, when he was finished swimming, glowing with water beads up and down his body. His hair in a heavy wet but sticking up way, short short and very revealing trunks which I never informed him about. He grabbed his towel and began to dry off and lay down on the poolside lounge chair to catch a tan. He always used sunscreen but low SPF, which continued his youthful appearance but gave an Australian surfer vibe. Walking over I sat next to him, taking off my own shirt and leaning over with my head over him. A foot at most from being able to kiss and lick his golden body.

F: Sam. Do you remember that bet we made that landed you in chastity?

S: Don’t remind me! You s.o.b. locked me up for months. A bit of an overreaction to a simple bet, which by the way you hustled me to win.

Sam sat up enough to reach and gave me a solid shove on my chest. I went flying off the side, which I don’t think he intended but I was a runner build while Sam was a weightlifter.

S: My bad.

He laid back and continued basking in the rays of the sun. I climbed back into my chair and repositioned myself.

F: Yeah that bet.

S: What about it? We will not be repeating that incident. Understand me?

Sam was taking on a macho tone. If you were an outsider in the situation, you would think he was the dominant in this relationship, in which physically he was the big man of the house. The testosterone he was taking made him arrogant. I was wearing a speedo under my shorts which contained my rock hard cock. I had no desire to serve this beast, but his tone with his looks turned me on.

F: Of course, of course, but I had an idea for another bet. One that you are almost sure to win.

S: Sure to win, eh? Go on then. Talk about this bet of yours.

F: For months now, we have been playing around and I have been the one to tie you up and get you off.

S: Shut up man! You want the whole neighborhood to know our business?

He again reached over and this time gave my shoulder a solid squeeze. It did hurt a bit, forcing me to lean into the pressure.

F: Ok, Ok.

Whispering now.

F: Well I have this idea that will allow you to tie me up.

Sam turned his head slightly, before his sunglasses covered his eyes but at this angle I could see his pupils. His mouth cracked a slight smile and he turned a bit more, indicative that he was interested.

S: I’m listening.

F: Here is my thinking. I will wear a chastity device, just to prove that I won’t cum for a few days. The bet is that on the third day you will hide the key in a room. I will be given one hour to find the key, if not then you win. You will tie me to the bed, to the four corners with the leather cuffs and rope. Simple. Then you’ll work me over in your own way.

Sam stared at me and then into the distance, looking over without being obvious I could see his dick was growing. It was my own little lie detector, I didn’t even need the chip. Then Sam stared at the sky breathing in a sigh.

S: Sounds iffy, you know I am not into guys, just like getting worked downstairs until I cum?

F: That’s the thing, if you win and I am tied, you don’t even need to get me off. Not that that would be a bad thing, but once we are done, you could untie one of my arms and I’ll jack myself off.

S: I guess that could work. You need a good working over, and the idea of you being unable to stop me sounds fantastic. However, what happens then if you find the key?

F: Well, then I tie you up and get to play with your dick until you cum.

S: What’s the catch?

Sam was suspicious, since I had been so reserved with my punishment but his would be an all-access pass.

F: Fine, if that’s not enough I will throw in some CBT.

S: What’s CBT?

F: It stands for cock and ball torture. I’ve got some toys that would squeeze or make you feel like your balls would be squeezed. So you better hide that key well.

Sam flipped over onto his stomach for an even tan. His trunks were just as sheer in the back, showing his crack that separated two golden round bubbles. I swear in that moment I was hypnotized and actually leaned forward to rest my head. Catching myself I asked again.

F: Well?

S: Let me think about it while I finish. I’ll let you know after my shower.

An hour or so later, Sam emerged from the bathroom. A glowing white towel wrapped around his waist, nothing underneath, he walked over and sat on the couch beside me. Placing his large but rather delicate and soft hand on my quad, which was showing partially from the length of my shorts.

S: I accept your terms, but I am amending a thing or two. You won’t just be wearing a cockcage for three days but a whole week, I know you masturbate every night, you leave your door open, you animal. It will be locked and I will be wearing the key. The second is that if you win, my balls are one my most valuable assets, so only beginner level to medium torture, none of that hardcore business. Yeah?

Sam was right, his balls were a valuable commodity. In the few months here, his body being beautiful I suggested creating one of those sites with the live camera. He wouldn’t have to show his face, just his body and masturbate like he always did. Free money with no effort at all. He was skeptical, until I used the app to bring this thought to the front of his mind until he agreed. He didn’t know it but I had a secret camera hidden in his room above the bed, in the ceiling fan. I was given the best show, and whenever I wanted. Distracted by the sliding of his hand up my leg and off to the coffee table to grab the tv remote.

F: You twist my arm man, but deal is a deal.

S: You want a twisted arm? I’ll give you one if you don’t grab that chastity device, a lock with a key and a bag of frozen peas in the next five minutes.

I turned to look at this boy I hardly recognized. Was I actually training a Dom or was I training myself to be his Sub? Nevertheless, frozen in my spot I was jolted.

S: Four minutes and forty five seconds.

I jumped to my feet and rushed downstairs. I grabbed the chastity device and a lock, but I wanted to cum badly so when he yelled two minutes left, I quickly got to work rubbing myself. My dick was hard but it wasn’t enough time. Again he sounded off a time call, thirty seconds this time. I sprinted up the stairs, into the kitchen whipping the freezer open and grabbed the first frozen vegetable I could find. Rushing back, now covered in sweat, I sat beside him again.

F: Calm your tits Sam.

Sam looked at the items laid before him, examining them.

S: You only have one key for this lock?

F: Yeah Sam, only one. I’m not a cheater.

S: True, board game night you do follow the rules.

Giving me a wicked look.

S: You aren’t a cheater but you are disobedient. You are five seconds too late.

With that Sam grabbed me and wrapped my right arm around my back forcing me forward. Then he twisted me slightly, grabbing my left nipple. I was wincing and whimpering with pain. Then he let go.

S: Go on then. Lock up your penis.

Rubbing my nipple and shoulder for a moment I leaned forward for the bag of corn. Lowering my shorts, turning my Big Ben into a pocket watch. It was cold and I was miserable but I needed to show I was the man. Sam was the boy. I slipped the ring around the back of my cock and my balls. Then regretfully but compliantly I slipped the cage over my dick and locked it in place. When my dick thawed out, it grew to the end of the cage begging for early release.

S: Looks good on you. Now what did I say about obedience, it must be exact. I asked for peas, not frozen corn. A small change but not exact.

He quickly leaned over, using his left forearm to keep me upright, with his right arm gave me four fast and hard belly slaps. Bare hand to bare stomach. I fought back but was much smaller, I needed to bring up my protein or dial this back after all of this was finished. With that Sam turned the TV on and blew me off.

Five days later

I was in agony. I had locked myself up before, but I was the big dog, the alpha and only locked up for a day at the most. My balls were aching. I knew what to avoid for stimulation, but at this point even wind from walking around was enough for the precum to flow. Sam was waiting for me on the couch, reflecting light off his soaked sheen body after an intense leg and back day.

S: How are you feeling?

F: Just call me rabbit, endlessly horny man. You endured months without your dick? You must be Hercules.

I regretted the question once asked.

S: You don’t even know my pain. Maybe I should give you the same treatment and have you wait months, twice as long. What do you think?

Quickly pulling out my phone to exaggerate.

F: Hey man! I thought you were a man of your word.

With that I quickly opened the app on my phone and heavily indicated in Sam’s mind that keeping me locked up was a bad idea. BAD IDEA – DO NOT PROCEED.

Sam flinched a little as he spoke then shifted.

S: You’re right. Let me go hide this key and we’ll get started.

Sam went into the dungeon and was down there for 12 minutes, each minute taking a lifetime. Returning up the stairs was Sam with a villainous smile.

S: Good luck!

With that I know not what he did, but I sprinted downstairs. Initially I wanted to fake losing, take the loss so I could experience being a sub but I was horny and changed my mind. I ravaged for the key. But when I got downstairs, Sam had taken everything out of its storage spot making a huge unorganized mess in the basement. I threw gags across the room, dildos even further, some expensive equipment was handled like dodgeballs and the search continued. Finally I heard a timer in the distance. I was ghostly pale at the same time furiously red. I lost. I heard the sinister giggle from Sam turn into a throaty laugh as he made his way, one step at a time.

S: My, my, what a mess, you have any luck? Well go on then, show me! Unlock your dick and we can begin with you as the man in charge. Go on!

I was furious but held back, as anger would make his control worse.

F: Alright Sammy where did you hide it? I looked all over this cursed dungeon, it’s not here is it?

S: Not true. Actually it’s been in plain sight, you just ignored it.

Sam walked over to the prison cell, walked over to the sink and grabbed it from behind the faucet turner. Blending in as the same color as the sink.

S: You can pick this up later. Let’s grab the cuffs and the rope and head to your bedroom, it’s too messy down here.

With that, defeated, I shuffled through finding mismatching cuffs and different colored rope. I was OCD in my own way but I couldn’t bother to hunt down the matching sets as all my brain was processing was what to come, or not cum.

Returning upstairs. Sam was in the kitchen mixing himself a protein shake. While he was distracted I used this opportunity to implement a safeword while I was restrained. Sam will tie my hands to the sides, possibly gag me so speaking is not an option but snapping my fingers will. I had been working on and practiced many times a “freeze” option for Sam. Should he ever try to get revenge or escape, I would say the key word and he would stop whatever he was doing and completely shut down, then once stopped would be the most susceptible to suggestion. Before he walked into the bedroom, catching me on my phone I programmed the safe word to be me snapping my fingers three times.

With that setup we went into the bedroom. Sam ordered my clothes removed, standing there naked with my imprisoned cock. I placed the ankle cuffs on myself, but he did the wrist restraints. Tight and without reserve, but not enough to cut off blood flow. Then he commanded me to lay down, and I obeyed. Face up, spread apart, he worked one corner after the other. His knots were sloppy and overdone, but they were enough to keep me stretched out. I could do nothing.

To be continued…