By Mister-X / Spartan

There are seven of us.  We’d all stuffed ourselves at dinner, and are ready to start The Game.  We are gathered in my living room, and have taken all our clothes off.  We do this every Friday night.  I won last week, so I get to be this week’s host.

The six players are:  1, Eric;  2, Art;  3, Fred;  4, Vince;  5, Jim;  6, Billy.  The order is based on who last won.

Eric won two weeks ago, Art the week before, and so on.  Six of us are confirmed switches.  We don’t know if Billy is.  Billy has never yet won The Game.  He has been number 6 for so long, we’ve started calling him by that number instead of his real name.  And The Game is pure, dumb luck, no skill involved, which makes it fun, but doesn’t account for why Billy has never won.

We are all about the same size, single, between 5’ 10” and 6’ 0” tall, between 180 and 200 pounds, though of different ages.  The six players each brought their gear and put it into six piles.  There are six types of gear:  ankle cuffs, handcuffs, collars, hogtie connection, gags and hoods.  There is metal, leather, rubber and rope.  We all have our favorites, and those we don’t like.  Some of them we really don’t want to have to be in.  Usually each player puts on what he brings, but sometimes one of the guys likes to try something different.  And sometimes some mean guy purposely leaves something extreme for another to have to put on.  Modesty prevents me from saying which of the seven of us does that.  It had been fun to do that at first, but after Billy got to be the one punished, I’ve held back on doing that again.

Whoever’s number turns up gets to pick the next piece of gear to be put on him.  The last one to have that type of gear put on has no choice, but being last, he is the leader, since everyone selects the gear in the same order.  The next to last piece of gear to be put on is the gag, since the player needs to say what he wants.  The last piece is the hood.  The hood is required to be nose holes only, and is the one the player brings.  Once a player has all six types of gear on, he is out, but The Game continues.  The Game is over when only one of the players does not have all six types of gear on.  Then all the players stay in the gear they have on for the next three hours, and the host gets to play with them.  Since the winner is the only one without a hood on, he gets to service the host.  He is the only one who can have his gag removed, if he has one on.

Each of us has our preferred way to be bound.  Eric likes his bondage to be as tight as possible, with a preference for extreme, and this is the type of gear he brings.  Vince wants his bondage to be comfortable, and this is the type of gear he brings.  Some of the gear can be tightened to a specified tightness, and it is up to the host to decide whether to give the person his bondage the way he wants it, the way he doesn’t want it, or the way the host wants to put it on him.  I’m known for doing it the way the guy wants.  So the others like having me be host from the point of view of how the gear is put on, particularly this week, since Eric was the host last week, and he likes to make everything as tight as possible.  It is how I play with the guys after the game is over that the majority don’t like.

I place the die in the cup, shake it, and roll it out.  It comes up a 6.  It figures.  Poor Billy.

“I’ll start with my leather ankle cuffs with a foot long chain between.”  I went over to the pile of gear, got the ones Billy wanted, and locked them on him.  The other players were shaking their heads, as the regular loser started out as the first one to have gear put on.  We all felt sorry for him.

I place the die in the cup, shake it, and roll it out.  It comes up a 3.  Fred’s turn.

“I’ll start with my leather ankle cuffs, padlocked.”  I went over to the pile of gear, got the ankle cuffs, and padlocked them on Fred.

I kept it up.  The next numbers up were 4, 5, 2 and 1, in that order.  Interesting.  We’d never started a game like this before.  At this point they all had their ankle cuffs on.  Eric had the tight Darby cuffs that he’d brought, the only ones left.  Someone was going to have to have some other kind of gear put on with the next roll of the die.

After screwing the Darby cuffs on Eric, I place the die in the cup, shake it, and roll it out.  It comes up a 1.  Eric again.  He opts for the tight 3 inch high thick metal slave collar he’d brought.  The others were visibly relieved that they didn’t have to have that 5 pound monster on.  I padlocked it closed around his neck.

I place the die in the cup, shake it, and roll it out.  It comes up a 5.  Vince’s turn.  He opts for the soft leather collar he’d brought.  Since Vince doesn’t like gear to be that tight, I put it on looser before padlocking it.

I place the die in the cup, shake it, and roll it out.  It comes up a 1.  Eric again.

“From the cuff pile, put my hands behind my back, tie that rope around one wrist and start pulling it up over my opposite shoulder a little at a time, tie the other rope around my other wrist and start pulling it up over the other shoulder a little at a time, until they are alongside each other in a reverse prayer position near the back of my collar.  Remove the ropes, keep my wrists where they are, and screw the Chatlet cuffs on them.  Then padlock the ring attached to the Chatlet cuffs to the ring at the back of my collar.”

“Oohh!”

“Wow, Eric.”

“Jesus, Eric.”

A few of the cocks started rising, mine included, when Eric described how he wanted his hands restrained.  I obliged him.  When finished his hands were pulling back on his neck, and he had to exert effort to keep them up to prevent them from starting to choke him.  But Eric has good control of his body, and is able to do that.  Being big-time into breath control, I was starting to get hard.  I started looking over at him periodically, and had to concentrate to get my mind back on running the game.  I was thinking of having this done to me in a future game.  The other players were relieved not to have those extreme Chatlet cuffs on for the three hours.

I place the die in the cup, shake it, and roll it out.  It comes up a 6.  Billy again.

“Get my rubber collar.”  It figured.  It was what Billy brought.  He’s into rubber.  But the collar, gag and hood were the only rubber he could get into in this game.

The game continues.  Eric is the closest to going out, with three types of gear on.  When his number comes up again, two of the players, Art and Jim, still only have ankle cuffs on.  We all want to see how Eric has his next piece of gear put on, getting into a hog tie.

“Take the chain, wrap the chain around my Darby ankle cuffs and elbows, pull it as tight as you can before putting the padlock in, but don’t lock it.  Take me next to the wall and put me on my back, head next to the wall.  Push me against the wall so that I roll up onto the top of my head with my folded over legs as close to my head as possible.   Then remove the padlock, pull the chain tighter, and padlock it at the tightest link.  Then turn me back over and return me to where I was.”

“Eric, you’re going to start choking yourself, and you have to stay like that for three hours.”

“I know that.  I’ve done this before.  You can see that my cock is looking forward to it.”  His cock was sticking out hard.

Mine was, too, as I complied with Eric’s request.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when I had finished complying.  What a sight, bent over backwards, his ankles pulling on his elbows, which pulled on his neck.  And he likely will be gagged and have a hood put on with nose holes only, and kept that way for three hours.  Amazing.  What a bondage pig Eric is.  I wanted to try that.  Before next weekend I’ll have to get someone to try that on me to see how long I can stay in it.  I’ll also have to keep an eye on Eric during the three hours after this game is over, since that is a dangerous position to be in.

Eric provided quite a distraction from the game.  But we had quite a ways to go, yet.

I place the die in the cup, shake it, and roll it out.  It comes up a 5.  Jim gets to be collared.  Now only Art has just ankle cuffs.

But the next three numbers that come up are all 2’s.  In the space of three rolls Art goes from leading, with only ankle cuffs on, to trailing, tied with Eric for being in a hogtie, though nowhere near as stringent as Eric’s is.  That’s the way The Game goes sometimes.  You never know who will wind up winning, as there can be sudden swings of luck.

There are three players in the lead.  One of them is good old number 6, also known as Billy.  We are all secretly rooting for him to win.  But the next number that comes up is a 6.  Billy’s usual luck.

The Game continues.  Art’s number comes up again, and he is gagged, one away from being first out.  Then Eric’s number comes up.  He tells me to put his large rubber ball gag with the elastic strap on him.  He tells me to pull it as tight as possible, forcing the ball back into his mouth, and then wrap duct tape around his head tightly six times over it.  I comply.  He is down to breathing through his nose, being choked in the position he had told me to put him in.  And the hood he brought is a thick tight rubber hood with pinholes at the nose.  He is one toss away from having that put on, restricting his breathing even further.  As I think about it and look at his cock, it’s as hard as mine is.

By now, all are cuffed at hands and feet, as well as collared.  It’s an even match.  Number 6 is again tied for the lead.  Finally Eric’s number comes up.  He’s the first one out.  I put his hood on, pulling the strings tight, and pulling the neck strap tight.  It’s a tight fit, and I have to stretch the rubber to get it over his head.  I make sure that the nose holes line up with his nostrils.  He’s now bound as he will be for the next three hours.  He’s in for it.  I can hear his labored breathing through the pinholes at his nose, but it’s a steady breathing.  This is what Eric wants, to be in extreme bondage.

Back to the 5 players who are still left.  The next number up is a 6.  Billy is now in a hogtie.  Fred, Vince and Jim are still tied for the lead.  Each of their numbers comes up in succession.  There is now a four-way tie for the lead, all in a hogtie.  The next number is a 2.  Art goes out.  I put his hood on.  Down to 4 players.

The next number is a 4.  Vince is now gagged, one away from being out.

Then a 5 comes up.  Jim is gagged, one away from elimination.  Fred and Billy are tied for the lead.

A 4 comes up next.  Vince goes out.  Three down, three to go.

A 1 comes up next.  That doesn’t count, since Eric is already out.  Then a 5 comes up.  Jim goes out.  Only Fred and Billy left.  Could this be the week that Billy finally wins one?

A 2 comes up next.  Skip that one.  Then a 5, then a 1.  Finally a 6 comes up.  Billy is gagged.  He has me get the smaller rubber ball gag he had brought, and which the other players had left.  Everyone feels sorry for Billy, since he’s been on this long losing streak, and none of the other players choose his gear, since Billy always chooses the ones he brings when he can.  Fred is now in front.

But after a 4 and a 2, the next number is a 3, Fred’s number.  He’s gagged.  It’s down to see which comes up first, a 3 or a 6.  We’re all hoping it will be a 3.

After a run of several numbers that didn’t count, a 6 finally comes up.  Billy goes out.  He still hasn’t won The Game.  Fred wins this time, and will be the host next week.  And I have 6 guys to play with.  Everyone is hooded except Fred.

I leave the room and return with a plastic bag and a thick rubber band, looking at Fred with a smile.  Fred knows that he will be the only one experiencing this, since I will be cutting off the air of the others by using my fingers on their nostrils, the only parts of their hoods accessing air.  Fred’s cock starts rising at this thought, and he’s smiling.  He, like me, is the only one of the other six who is also into breath control, and particularly likes the feel of having his air run out in that bag as it gets tighter and tighter around his head, something that I also like.

I’m looking forward to my three hours of play time with these 6 hot guys.  And next week, it will be Fred’s turn to have his way with me, turning me on with the plastic bag if I lose, even if hooded.  I want to have it done to me while bound like Eric is this week, though I first need to see if I can tolerate that extreme position.  My cock starts leaking pre-cum at the thought.  After checking Eric, I start to remove Fred’s gag so he can service me.  After that I’ll bag Fred and wait for him to cum.

I’ve already prepared the ice cubes, chastities, tit clamps and butt plugs for the players to have on, and I’ll start putting those on after Fred and I get our rewards for our wins.  I’ll first apply the ice cube to get a guy’s cock down small enough to fit into the chastity.  Next I’ll put the butt plug in to try to stimulate his cock, trying to get it to touch his prostate.  Then I like to lightly stroke a guy’s tits, getting them nice and hard before putting the clamps on them.  Finally I’ll put my fingers on his nostrils for a minute or so before moving on to the next guy, leaving the guy very frustrated.  I leave my second bagging of Fred for last, before resuming my play with the others.

I love this game.

 

THE END

Note: Mister-X / Spartan will soon return to the Metalbond Prison Library with a brand-new, nine-part story called Bondage Fantasy World.