Freshman Loses a Dare (Mostly Fiction)

[TiedGuy]

By the start of my third week as a slave we were doing sets of 40 push-ups, 60 sit-ups, and 20 pull-ups in addition to the run to the beach and back. As we pause before the fifth set we glance at our naked sweaty bodies in the mirror and admire our developing muscles and give each other an approving wink. I could not do more than 18 pull ups on this set so I got the die and threw for my Exercise Dice Dare punishment:
1 - Loser sucks winner cock
2 - Two strokes with cane on loser’s ass
3 - Loser jerks off winner
4 - Four strokes with cane on loser’s ass
5 – Loser tied and hung from chin-up bar – toes barely touching floor – slowly teased to climax
6 - 69 both suck each other’s cock

Neither of us had yet gotten the last penalty. We knew that sooner or later it would come up. We both wanted and dreaded it coming up as neither of us had ever done ‘69’. I threw and it landed on a “6” we both gulped and braved it out. Because our bare bodies rubbed against each other as we did are pull-ups facing each other using the same pull-up bar, our cocks both had strong erections. Since I had lost, I lay on the rug facing up. Tom towered over me then dropped into what was like a push-up position over me. I felt his cock touch my lips as he positioned himself, “This is gonna be wild, let’s go for it” he shouted as he lowered his slippery body onto mine pushing his cock into my mouth. The scent of his crotch was strong from our exercising but exciting. I hope he liked my scent just as much. His mouth opened to accept my cock. We started sucking each other gently. Tom, being on top set the pace and I followed. Slowly the pace increased in tempo and force; each of us sucking faster and harder. Now I understand the attraction of ‘69’, two guys working together, sensitive to the other’s state, working toward the goal of mutual ecstasy. Tom tried to slow down and draw out the pleasure but his resolve lasted only seconds before the crescendo of harder and faster resumed. Suddenly I felt Tom’s body tighten and automatically my body picked up the signal and we climaxed together, shooting over and over into each other’s mouths. I swallowed and savored his warm salty cum. He was about to spit my cum out but then I heard him swallow also. “I like your taste!” Tom said, “That was great but we’re probably late.” We jumped up and grabbed our towels and ran to the showers.

A guy who was leaving the showers called at us “I don’t know what you two perverts were up to, but from those boners and shit-eating grins it must have been great. “

[maxim]

Wow that was great but your instaments seem to be getting littler! Weird..

[milkdat]

This story is amazing, I'm extremely impatient when waiting for the next installment and I was kind of let down by a "long" wait for a shot post.

[TiedGuy]

Originally Posted by milkdat

This story is amazing, I'm extremely impatient when waiting for the next installment and I was kind of let down by a "long" wait for a short post.

I have been busy preparing for a two week self-contained bicycle trip which is why the last posting was short. The bad news is that I won't be able to post for a couple weeks, the good news is that I will have plenty of time while pedaling deserted back roads to come up with some good ideas.

TG

[milkdat]

Originally Posted by TiedGuy

I have been busy preparing for a two week self-contained bicycle trip which is why the last posting was short. The bad news is that I won't be able to post for a couple weeks, the good news is that I will have plenty of time while pedaling deserted back roads to come up with some good ideas.

TG

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO lol I cant wait until you get back for the next part

[TiedGuy]

I always met Cindy at the nude beach raft on the days that I had only an early class in the morning. We lay next to each other naked enjoying the sun. Since it was early as usual we were the only ones at the beach and our hands explored each other’s bodies. I fingered her pussy and she stroked my cock and balls. She noticed I was distracted. “You’ve got a dreamy far-away expression that makes you look real sexy. What are you thinking about? Remember we agreed no secrets.”

“You know about Tom and I exercising and the one who loses throws a die to determine his punishment. This morning I lost and threw a ‘6’ so we had to do a ‘69’ and suck each other off to climax. I really liked it in a weird scary exciting forbidden way. ‘69’ was fun with Tom but I was thinking how great it would be with you!”

Cindy asked me about every detail and seemed definitely interested in the dare but hesitated. “That’s something that I’ll think about but I’ll really have to be turned on first. … Don’t look so sad. ‘69’ is definitely on our to-do list!”
We dived in, swam to the buoy, and swam back. She climbed onto the raft and sat on the low edge with her legs dangling into the water. I held onto her naked body while she rubbed my cock between her big and second toes and toyed with my balls with her other foot. Soon I was hard and then I could feel the tightening, then the release. I looked down and watched my white cloud spread through the water and dissipate. She leaned back on her elbows and I rested my face in her crotch. Starting slowly my tongue explored her pussy. Weeks of practice let me sense her need and pace myself expertly. At last she was wanted me to suck her gently then pleaded harder and faster as she climaxed over and over.

I had lunch with Tom and he ordered me to meet him after his last class. He said he wanted to buy a slave necklace at the local sex shop. I was confused, the college was in a pretty conservative town and I didn’t know of any sex shop. I hoped I would have to wear the slave necklace only in our room but knowing Tom I was sure I would have to wear the embarrassing thing all the time.

After his class, I walked with Tom to the downtown stores where we stopped in front of the True-Value hardware store. Tom laughed, “Pretty good cover. Most people don’t know all the bondage and sex toys they sell. Chains, ropes, nipple clips, cock rings, vibrators, almost anything you want. Tell the guy at the counter that you are looking for some chain.”

We enter; the old guy at the counter looks us over, stares at my bare feet, and shakes his head. I ask “We want to buy some chain.”

He calls to the back of the store, “Bill, help these guys with some chain.”
We follow Bill to the back of the store. He looks like a high school kid and has a couple cords tied around his wrists. We stand in front of the chain display and Tom tells him what we want.

The guy smiles, he is into this. “If you let me take off your slave’s t-shirt you can get a better idea of which chain looks best on him.” Tom nods and Bill with great pleasure slowly strips off my t-shirt. Bill has me stand before the rack with rolls of chains. He pulls out a small brass chain and drapes it around my neck. Tom shakes his head. Bill pulls out a steel chain with real heavy links.

“Looks great but not too practical, Slaveboy here will be wearing his collar 24/7.”

Bill thinks, “Twist link chain would be great. It lies flat and is smooth so 24/7 would be fine.” He pulls out several sizes holds them around my neck and finally he and Tom decide on the ½ inch twist link steel chain. Bill holds the chain around my neck decides where it needs to be cut and cuts it with the chain cutter.

Bill hands me the 15 inch length of chain. “Let me show you some locks for the chain.” He leads us to the lock display and picks out some brass locks. I catch a glimpse of the old guy watching us enjoying the show.

Tom says, “Looks too fancy and would bounce around, any way to fasten the chain together so it looks like one piece?”

“You could use a connecting link. Let me get one" said Bill. He shows us one, it is like a link sliced lengthwise and fastened with a couple Phillips screws. He takes out his screwdriver, drapes the chain around my neck, and fastens it with the link. When finished he pats the chain smooth and traces his hands slowly down my chest, the bulge in his Levis shows Bill is really turned on by my bondage, fastening a chain slave collar around my neck, and touching my tanned naked skin.

“That looks good but is too easy for Slaveboy to take off” said Tom.
Bill thought a moment, “If you want it on permanently we can use some Quicksteel Epoxy Putty . That stuff holds steel like it was welded. The only way to take off the slave collar would be to cut the chain!”

“Great, let’s do it!” said Tom.

Bill came back with the Quicksteel and led us into a dim storage room. “Lie down facing the floor so I can work on this and not get any on your skin.” He straddled my back then removed the link. He placed a old cloth on the back of my neck to protect my skin. He opened the epoxy and put some on inside of the link. He put the link together and screwed it tight. He put some epoxy on the heads of the screws filling the slots and making it impossible to remove the screws. He used another cloth to remove any excess epoxy. “It will take about a half hour for the stuff to harden so don’t move until I come back for you.”

We waited in the dim dirty room Tom sitting on a box and me on the hard dirty floor. It seemed like forever. Tom laughed, “This is wild – that kid has a real talent. “

Bill opened the door, turned on a light, and bent down to check out my collar. “The epoxy is set so it won’t get on you but it will take 24 hours to get hard as steel. Stand up and let me see your slave collar. Looks great especially on you! You guys must work out a lot. “ He handed me a list of the things he used with the prices. It came to less than $10 so Tom gave him a $10 tip.

I paid the old guy at the counter; he told me my collar looked great. “Bill’s a good kid, pretty clever too. He is into dares online so I thought he would enjoy helping you guys out.” I got my change and left the store with Tom walking down Main Street barefoot wearing only shorts and my new steel chain slave collar. It was a little humiliating as we passed people but also it made me feel excited.

The next day I went to classes sporting my steel chain necklace, I noticed a difference in what it meant to people. Most people looked at it as a type of jewelry; some liked it and some thought it looked stupid. A few could not take their eyes off the chain around my neck; these were into bondage and BDSM. To them it was a flashing neon sign screaming “Bondage Slave”. Straight looking guys made passes at me saying we should get together sometime as they gave my chain collar a little rattle. Matt who sits next to me in math asked if I wanted to go the TNG meeting Thursday. I asked what is was and he explained it stands for “The Next Generation” and is a Bondage, BDSM, and Kink group for guys and girls 18 to 30 and the presentation on Thursday will be “Rope Bondage”. I told him I would ask my roommate about going. Matt said, “What are you his slave or something?” then laughed “Yeah, I guess you must be, tell him he should come too and he might get some good ideas about ways to tie you up and torment you.”

I thought about Cindy, “I know some girls who are a little into kink, can I ask them too?” He said sure, just give him the names at the next math class so we can be put down a guests.

[Trav90]

Good. Not much action in this part though.

Now I just want to read the next part

[NotANerd]

I love this story. It just keeps getting better and better. If you ever have any ideas for BDSM dares for me, i'd appreciate it. .

[TiedGuy]

The last half of the math class was a test. All the studying I did must have been working because I got a “B+” which is probably the best I ever did on a math test ever. However, my master’s standards were higher; I would be punished for any grade lower than an “A”.

I stripped naked as I entered our room hanging my shorts and t-shirt on the hooks. Tom was surfing the net in a bored way. I knew I was in trouble, when Tom was bored he liked nothing better than tormenting me. I told Tom about the “B+” and how hard I had worked and it really was the best ever had done on a math test.

Tom looked at me, smiled like he was savoring this, “Slaveboy, you did not get an ‘A’ so I must punish you. My regret is that this is the first time and I can only give you 1 stroke but with an attitude like yours because each time the strokes go up by 1, I’m sure you will soon be up to 10 or 20 strokes which will be a lot more fun for me.”

I mumble to myself, “Slavedriver” not thinking he would hear it.

“Did you call me a Slavedriver, Slaveboy? Of course I am, as your master I will drive you as hard as I can and I expect that you to appreciate it. The punishment will now be 2 strokes because of you insolence! Hang by your knees from the chin-up bar!”

“Sorry, Master, Sir. I appreciate you driving me to academic excellence.”

“3 strokes now smart-ass!” I grab the bar and pull my legs over the top, bend my knees over the bar, let go with my hands, and am hanging from the bar by my knees. Tom wrapped about four turns of rope tightly binding the ankle against the thigh of my left leg. He took the end and wove it through my toes then led it back and threaded it under the turns and pulled it very tight pulling back and stretching the sole of my foot. “This will keep your foot in position for the cane in case the dice comes up bastinado.” He repeated the tie on my right leg. I caught the look at his eyes, we were both enjoying this. He loved tying me up in creative ways and feeling me struggle. I enjoyed the sensual feeling of the tight ropes, the stretching of my limbs, and the strange feeling of security I felt from being completely controlled by my master. Tom had me hold my arms behind my head grabbing each elbow with the opposite hand. He wrapped my arms together tightly with rope winding it around my arms starting at my right elbow until he reached my left elbow. He blindfolds me with a black cloth. “Ken you amaze me. Every time I tie you up you get that humungous boner! I bet Cindy would love to play with that!” He explained the punishments based on the die throw:
1. Strokes by cane
2. Strokes by flogger
3. Bastinado by cane
4. Clothespins
5. Binder Clips
6. Mix and match

Tom put the die into my tied hand and I threw it the best I could. “Good Throw but Slaveboy, you’ll have to trust me on this. See the idea of this torment is anticipation and uncertainty. You will not know what came up until you feel it for the first time and you will never know when or where the next pain will strike!” I felt him grab my hair and pull me up and back, then he let go. I felt like I was falling then realized I was swinging back and forth from my knees hanging on the chin-up bar. Finally the swinging stopped and I waited. I heard Tom play some music and I waited hanging upside down. I heard the whoosh of the cane but only the lightest tap on the sole of my left foot. “Just practicing, I want to do this right” laughed Tom. And I waited feeling the many different pains from my inverted bondage position.

Like a shot I feel a searing burning pain in my right nipple. It hurts and the pain grows. It takes all my determination not to scream, “One, Thank you, Master Sir” I say through my clenched teeth and I wait for the next jolt of pain. As the pain in my nipple grows, I figure it out. It must be the clothespin or clip. Probably, the clip, I don’t think a clothespin could hurt this much. And I wait, Tom was right the anticipation is the real torment. The next clip probably would be on my other nipple, my balls, my cock, all possibilities are bad. I could have thrown a “6-Mix and Match” and I will feel the cane sear the sole of my foot. I begin sweating from the suspense and I wait. I jerk as I the shock of the next clip on the placed on the stretched skin of my boner just below its head. “Two, Thank you, Master Sir” I manage despite the intense pain. The pain gets worse as I feel a pull on the clip, it hurts even more as the sensitive skin is stretched and my erect cock is stretched. I feel my whole body being pulled up. Just as the pain becomes unbearable, Tom lets go and I swing down and back and forth. Tom waits for my body to stop swinging then pulls the pin on my cock again, this time pulling a little bit harder and raising me a little higher before letting go. He repeats this over and over until I am in complete agony. Finally when my body stops swinging there is a pause.

An excruciating pain hits me as the last clip is put on the tip of my cock. I breathe deeply to control my pain and force out “Three… Thank…You… Master…Sir.” I sense by now Tom is in his full torment mode enjoying my suffering and struggles trying anything to make me plead for mercy and I am determined despite the pain to deny him this victory. I know what he is going to do and soon feel the painful tug on the clip attached to the head of my cock. The tug becomes harder and the pain almost unbearable as he pulls my body upward then he lets go and I swing back and forth. Each cycle he pulls me up harder and more painfully until he reaches the point where the clip slips off, he re-clips and I feel a fresh shock of pain but we both know he has reached the limit of this game.

My swinging stops, Tom tells me “You handled that pretty well; you can untie yourself any time you want.” I was puzzled then I understood as I felt the throbbing pain of the clips. My ordeal wasn’t over, Tom had left a way for me to escape this bondage and it was up to me to find that way. It wouldn’t be easy and wouldn’t be fast, and I would be in pain until I got my hands free and removed those infernal clips, but there was a way. Since I couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold, I had to use the limited movement of my hands to explore the ropes and find the secret.

To get loose I need to get my hands free. I can’t feel any knot with my left hand, with my right I can feel a knot but the end leads away from the knot. I pull on the end and feel the tug on my left foot, I move my foot around and it seems like a loose loop that is held because my foot is stretched back by the rope threaded through my toes. Using my other foot I try to work the rope off my toes. I struggle and finally get the rope off my little toe then it is easier to push it off toe by toe until I can extend my foot and the loose end drops off. The pain from the clips on my nipple and cock makes it hard to concentrate. Slowly I use my fingers to pull up the loose end, untie the knot on the loop, and then untie the knot holding the coil of rope binding my arms together. Now I only have to unwind the rope binding my arms. It is slow but I carefully make progress then suddenly I drop the loose end. Shit! I struggle and move my body around trying to get the end where my fingers can grab it. I am covered by sweat and my muscles ache from my contortions but at last my fingers grab the end and I very carefully continue unwinding until the coil get loose enough so I can pull my arms apart. I reach for my cock. It is only a plastic clothespin, OMG! What will the pain be like when “Binder Clips” comes up? I pull the clothespin off and feel an intense shock of pain followed by relief. I remove the other clothespins from my cock and nipple. Each one causes sharp pain followed by relief. I rip the blindfold off and stare at Tom watching me intently almost like cheering me on. I work on the ropes binding my thighs and ankles and get my legs free. I use my abs to pull up and grab the bar with my hands, remove my knees from the bar, drop my legs then release my hands and drop to the floor.

Tom throws me a towel to wipe the sweat off and pats me on the ass indicating he was proud of me. We have just enough time to make dinner so I put my cut-offs and T-shirt and we head to the dining hall. We are excitedly talking about every aspect my ordeal like it was a double black diamond ski run we just skied together. Neither of us are at all concerned about the visible rope marks on my legs and arms, they are like badges of honor.

While we were eating I told Tom about Matt’s invitation to the “TNG” meeting. I explained it stands for “The Next Generation” and is a Bondage, BDSM, and Kink group for guys and girls 18 to 30 and the presentation on Thursday will be “Rope Bondage”. Tom said, “Sounds great, Let Matt know we will be there.” I suggested inviting Cindy and Sharon and Tom liked the idea. He called Sharon on his cell and talked for awhile: “Yeah I know it sounds weird but we got to see what it’s like. Hi Cindy, yeah that would look cool. Sure, it’s OK with me and he’s my slave so what he thinks doesn’t matter! See you Thursday”. Tom puts his cell away “It’s on with the girls. They’re all excited about it and Cindy even has a special surprise for you.”

[sophielou10]

ur amazing please carry on

[TiedGuy]

On Thursday, the girls were waiting outside when we got to their dorm. “Ken, you look great, you always know just what to wear!” Sharon laughed. The joke was that as my roommate Tom’s slave the only clothes I was allowed to wear was a ratty t-shirt, levis cut-offs with no underwear, barefoot, and a steel chain slave collar that could not be removed, this is the only thing I ever wore.

Cindy was holding something behind her back, she leaned forward and kissed me, “Close your eyes until I tell you to open them and I can give you your present.” I closed my eyes. I felt her soft hand on my neck and felt her grab my slave collar then I heard a snap. I felt something touch my chest then I felt a sharp jerk on my collar, “Open your eyes now, Slaveboy!” I looked at Cindy standing about 5 feet in front of me holding the end of a black leather dog leash. She gave the leash another jerk, “Let me check out how much you like my gift. I stepped toward her and she reached into my cut-offs and felt my growing boner. The leash attached to my slave collar controlled by a beautiful girl was a mind-blowing turn on.

I felt another jerk as the group headed for the TNG (The Next Generation - a Bondage, BDSM, and Kink group for guys and girls 18 to 30) meeting. I played with Cindy by holding back so she would have an excuse to jerk the leash. She responded with strong quick jerks through the leash to my steel chain slave collar. I didn’t care a bit about the smiles and comments of the kids we passed, I was in a wet-dream come true!

When we got to the TNG meeting, Cindy and I were the center of attention. A woman introduced herself to me, “I’m Mistress Victoria and will be giving the rope bondage demonstration tonight. I like the way you came dressed as a Slaveboy.”

“Yeah, thanks. It was more Tom and Cindy’s idea than mine. Meet Tom, he’s my roommate and master. This is Cindy, she’s my friend and my mistress for tonight. “

They exchange greetings. Mistress Victoria explains “I couldn’t help but notice your Slaveboy here has a great body. May I use him as the subject for my rope bondage demonstration tonight? Of course he would have to strip naked before the audience, is that OK?”

“I love looking at him when he is naked and I think most of the girls and guys here will really enjoy seeing him naked too. It’s fine with me” answers Cindy.

“It’s a great idea putting him up there by himself and making him strip naked while everybody else in the room has their clothes on. You’ve got my permission. I’m his master. He has to do what I say. Ken, you will be Mistress Victoria’s subject and will do everything she asks you to do!” ordered Tom.

“Yes, Master Sir” I reply and avoid Mistress Victoria’s eyes.

“What’s bothering you Slaveboy? Are you worried about stripping naked in front of the audience?” asked Mistress Victoria.

“Not exactly, Ma’am. Usually when someone ties me up I get an erection. I’m worried that when you start demonstrating rope bondage on me, I will sprout a humungous boner and I don’t want that to ruin your demo” I replied.

“I don’t think that would ruin my demo, I think you will be a big hit” says Mistress Victoria as she tousles my hair. “You’re kind of cute, it think I will enjoy this demo a lot. Cindy, when I say bring up my volunteer, you will lead Ken up by his leash, unclip him, strip off his T-shirt, then his shorts and leave him there standing naked in front of the group.”

“Sure will, I especially like the part of stripping him in public” agrees Cindy.

A lot of people talked to Cindy and me. They were drawn by the leash attached to my slave collar and told us we must come to their next play party and what kind of scenes we were into. Then the meeting started. It was mostly about coming events play parties and future programs.

A rug was rolled onto the speaker area before Mistress Victoria started talking, there were some eyebolts in the floor and some heavy pipes in the ceiling. She covered safety, types of rope to use, and other things then asked Cindy to bring up the volunteer for her demonstration. Cindy played her part giving me a real sharp jerk on the leash to get me to stand up get moving. She unclipped me and I looked at Mistress Victoria and she asked me to face the audience. “Cindy, remove your Slaveboy’s shirt!” She slowly eased off my shirt to the approval of the crowd. “Would you rather see the demo with Slaveboy here naked?” The Members yelled to take it all off. Cindy unbuttoned my Levis cut-offs and unzipped the zipper. She slowly pulled the cut-offs to the floor and I stepped out of them. Embarrassed I looked down at the floor.

Suddenly Cindy grabbed my hair and pulled my face up and planted a long deep kiss on my mouth and whispered, “You’ve got the best body of any guy here. Look them straight in the eye!” I scanned the crowd looking straight into their eyes and it made me feel good. Cindy smiled “See you later!” and went to sit with Tom and Sharon to watch the demo.

Victoria slowly traced her fingers down my chest to the base of my cock. “Great body! Do you work out?”

“My roommate, Tom, and I exercise about an hour every morning.”

Her hands moved over my tanned ass, “No tan lines either.”

“Cindy and I go to the nude beach a few times a week.”

“You mentioned to me that you might have a surprise for us during the bondage demo. Tell our audience what might happen“ordered Mistress Victoria.

I hadn’t expected this and it made me nervous and I didn’t think about what I was doing and because I was nervous I started playing with my cock while I struggled out my answer, “A lot of times when I get tied up I get an ... erection.”

“I liked the more descriptive term you used before better ‘sprout a humungous boner’. Probably if you keep playing with your cock like that you’ll get a boner real soon!” Victoria responded and the crowd roared with laughter. Startled when I realized what I had been doing, I dropped my cock and put my hands at my sides. My reaction caused a fresh round of laughter. I wished I could sink into the floor or run away but I just had to endure my embarrassment until the demo was over.

Victoria asked me to hold my hands in front of me and then tied them together with a rather sloppy knot. The feel of the rope binding my hands caused a slight stirring in my cock. She told me to try to pull loose. I pulled and struggled to free my hands but the rope only got tighter abound my wrists. She let me struggle for a few more minutes then showed the audience the deep red color of my hands cause by the restricted circulation because of the rope. “This shows how important it is to know your knots. Many common knots will become tighter as your sub struggles and can be dangerous to him. Tonight we will learn those knots with which you can safely tie up your sub.”

Mistress Victoria had me put my arms behind my back and showed several ways to tie the arms. By the second knot my cock was saluting at full attention. She demonstrated a hobble on my feet. She used a French Bowline to attach ropes to my wrists then had me stand on a chair while she tied the other ends to the overhead pipes. When I got off the chair my toes barely touched the ground. She tied ropes to my ankles and then to the eyebolts in the floor to spread my legs apart leaving spread eagled and completely defenseless.

She explained that part of the fun of rope bondage is to make your subject look good with creative rope work as she wove a tight rope harness over my upper body.
She grabbed my balls and pulled them down. She separated my balls and tied each into it's own little sack. She started with the lowest hanging testicle first and once it was firmly tied she moved to the other. Once both testicles were separately tied, she wrapped a rope above both causing them to be pushed down and stretched even more tightly. She stroked the tightly stretched skin over my balls and explained how the stretching made my balls exquisitely sensitive to her touch. I confirmed this by moaning and struggling helplessly to get away from her touching.

“I wonder what else I could tie?” she wondered as she traced her finger slowly along the length of one of the veins throbbing on the surface of my swollen engorged cock. The audience laughed because they knew what was next. “My last demo is the Braided Cock Tie. This is a fun way to tie up a cock. It is sort of like a Chinese finger trap made of cord. I start with two loops of cord, tying them to the base of his cock then braiding the four strands tightly up to the tip of hic cock.” Feeling her soft hands weave the cords over the sensitive skin of my cock was torment. I got so excited all I wanted to do was cum but she just slowly worked her bondage on my helpless cock.

When she was finished she said “Thank you for coming to my rope bondage demonstration. Refreshments will be served now. My cute Slaveboy will be hanging around during refreshments so you can check out his bondage up close.”

I concentrated that this would be over soon as I felt a dozen hands touching and feeling all over my body all at once. Most were really interested in the rope-work; some gay guys were especially into feeling the ball and cock bindings. Nevertheless, all those hands touching me in my most sensitive places were torment.

Suddenly Cindy stretched up and kissed me gently, “I’m really turned on, if you know what I mean. Tom and Sharon are going to a movie so after this we will have time to do it!”

I remembered when I told her about 69 she said it was on our to-do list when she was really turned on”. “That is just what I need, thinking about us doing 69 tonight will get me through this. You are great.”

As the group left, Cindy helped Victoria untie my cock and balls. It felt better when Cindy’s hands were the ones touching my cock and balls. Cindy asked if she could keep the cord from my balls because she would like to try tying my balls. Victoria agreed and asked Cindy if she wanted to leave the rope harness on me because it looked so good. Cindy said fine. They untied my arms and legs. Cindy helped me into my shorts and clipped her leash to my steel slave collar. She gave the leash a sharp jerk and I happily followed her to my dorm room barefoot and dressed only in shorts and a tight rope bondage harness. I knew my reward was waiting!

When we got to my room I stripped off my cut-offs because that’s the rule Tom has made. Cindy told me to lie on Tom’s bed; she told me Tom said it was OK to use it. She asked where Tom kept his ropes and I pointed to a bag hanging in the closet. “Having a guy completely under my power really turns me on I’m going to use the French Bowline I learned tonight to tie you spread-eagle to the bed.” After she tied the ropes around my wrists and ankles she tied them to the four corners of the bed. She pulled my legs as hard as she could so I was bound tightly and could barely move. She leaned over and kissed my mouth, licked my nipples and played with my cock using her tongue. I was glad that she had tied me down otherwise I could not have taken this pleasurable torment. I watched as she pulled out the cord Mistress Victoria had used to tie my balls and slowly followed tonight’s lesson. She pulled hard on my balls to stretch them down; she tied each ball separately, and finished by tying turns at the top of both balls so that the skin was stretched even tighter than before. She knelt between my legs, “Those look like two delicious red candy balls just waiting to be licked!” She started licking them softly at first, switching from one to another, my cock was a humungous boner throbbing for release. She adjusted her licking slowing down when the tensing of my abs threatened I would cum. I pleaded for her to stop and was glad she ignored me because it felt so good and the same time that it was unendurable. Her breathing became harder and faster, “Now, I’m really turned on. Now let’s do ‘69’, Loverboy!” She shifted around so that her head was by my cock and her cunt was hovering over my mouth. My tongue made a slow gentle circuit of the lips of her cunt. As she became wetter I went harder and faster savoring the taste and fragrance. Cindy was pacing her lips easing back when she felt my body tense. When I sensed her clitoris swell I started sucking it gently and she responded in kind. We kept at that plateau for what seemed forever before she pleaded for me to suck harder. Soon she was moaning in ecstasy and began matching my sucking, harder and harder, my whole body tensed and I exploded my cum into her mouth, I came again and again and she swallowed it all. Then we were both calm and she rested on top of me both of us sweating and breathing hard.

Must have dozed off, I was startled as I felt Cindy’s soft fingers on my balls loosening the cords and freeing my balls and immediately starting another boner to grow. I lay there smiling as she untied my ankles and wrists. “I love feeling you touch me I could lay here forever”, I smiled. She unwound the rope harness.

“OK getup lazy boy, it is my turn to rest on my back and you to be on top and do all the work!” I let her settle than supported myself by my arms and toes like doing a pushup above her. Slowly I lowered myself until we were barely touching then rubbed her body softly with my body. I pushed my hard cock firmly against her lips forcing its way in. It was greeted by her warm welcoming tongue. At the same time I forced my tongue into her opening. I pushed it as far as it would go. I was fucking her with my cock and my tongue at the same time in unison. As she became wetter, I began to suck her and she began to suck me. We paced ourselves, so we could draw out the pleasure. She moaned and moved as she climaxed and I had spasm after spasm as my cum shot into her mouth. While she held my cum, I switched around and kissed her deeply sharing the taste of my cum together.

After we rested I put on my cut-offs but couldn’t find my t-shirt. I walked with Cindy back to her place, she enjoyed hugging my naked torso with her soft arms and I enjoyed her hugging me on my bare skin too. Tom and Sharon were waiting at the dorm; Tom was twirling my ratty t-shirt around his finger. Tom laughed, “You left this at the bondage demo, but Cindy sure doesn’t seem to mind!”

[annieh6]

this story is one of the best ones that i have read on this sight please continue

[curious-young-girl]

wow!! this is getting extremely gud!!

[TiedGuy]

Tom is really into cycling and wanted us to do a weekend trip. I jumped at the idea of spending a couple days with Tom cycling around the area. Believe or not, besides being master/slave we were good friends and enjoy doing things together. We spend a lot of time planning, finding a good route on back roads with little traffic. We fitted panniers on my bike because as Tom’s slave I would have to slepp all the gear which I really didn’t mind, by this time I was used to being his slave so it just seemed like the right way. We put a sleeping bag, a ground cloth, and some ropes in the pannier so we could set up a simple shelter to sleep in Saturday night. I didn’t ask why he packed only one sleeping bag but I hoped we would be sharing it. So that I could do a long ride, Tom carefully wrapped my metal pedals with cord to give a smooth surface for pedaling barefoot and lent me a pair of cycling shorts.

We ate some bagels and jelly we had saved for breakfast so we could start early. The weather was great, sunny and a tail wind. We made good time, by about 10AM we had covered 50 miles and were both starved. Tom spotted a roadside diner and signaled to turn in. There were no cars in the parking lot. The waitress/cook looked to be our age with blonde hair and a well shaped body hidden under a tight fitting starched white uniform. She said hi to Tom but when she saw me she pointed to the sign that said “No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service”. We pleaded with her pointing out that we were the only ones in the place “Boss’s orders but I feel sorry for you guys and Barefoot Boy is kinda cute. Go to the side door and I will serve you in the back room. It is only open in the evening so nobody will see you if they come in.”

We parked our bikes by the side door, she opened the door for us, we sat at a table and ordered cheeseburgers with fries and chocolate malts. When she brought us our food Tom said “I’m Tom and this is my roommate Ken. We are freshmen at the university and are doing a hundred mile ride up to the park at Spring Lake.”

“Hi, I’m Jane. Wish I could go to the university but I’m stuck here earning money to help my mom. What’s the story with the shirtless barefoot boy, not that I’m complaining, I love to look at your body but what gives?”

We wolf down a couple bites of hamburger, a few fries, and gulp our malts, “Ken lost a dare and must be my slave for the rest of the year. He must do everything I order him to do. What are some special things you would want him to do after we finish lunch?”

“He’s really cute, I would like to see him strip naked!”

“What else? What would you like a cute naked guy to do?”

“I would like him to kiss me long and deep”

“What else? A secret fantasy?”

“I would like him to kneel and worship my feet.”

We finished and Tom said “Jane, for giving us hungry travelers such a delicious feast, I grant you three commands that Slaveboy must obey. Stand up Slaveboy!” I stood up in an open place between the tables.

Jane commanded in an uncertain tone, “Slaveboy strip off those shorts!” I looked her directly in the eyes and slowly slipped off my bike shorts.

Tom picked up the shorts and stuffed them in the back pocket of his jersey. “Jane, you may touch the merchandise! “ Hesitantly Jane cane up to me, touched my face and neck, traced her hands over my back and chest. She hesitated at my nipples. “Go for it; play with his nipples if you want. He is just your Slaveboy” encouraged Tom. Jane watched my swelling cock as she played with my nipples. She moved lower and fondled my penis which quickly became rock hard.

Jane stood before me our lips almost touching, “Slaveboy, Kiss me deep, hard, and long!” I held her gently, pulled her face to me until our lips touched. I pushed my tongue slowly into her mouth. I explored every crevasse going deeper and harder as we became more excited. I withdrew my tongue and let her tongue explore my mouth. My rock hard boner was pressing into her white uniform.

“That’s enough kids! Time for the last command!”

“Slaveboy, kneel before me, remove my shoes, and worship my feet!”

This was my fantasy come true! I knelt, kissed her ankles above her socks. I motioned for her to sit down and gently removed her shoes and socks. I cradled and rubbed her soft feet in my hands. I kissed the tops of her feet and licked the soles slowly. She began breathing harder and harder as I sucked gently at first each of her toes than repeated more forcefully. She told me to lie down then began rubbing my chest with her feet and toes. She let her feet explore downward and began rubbing my balls with her feet. Finally, while her left foot was massaging my balls she rubbed my boner between the big toe and second toe of her right foot. She rubbed me gently with these toes. As I got more excited she moved faster and harder until my abs tightened and I shot my cum into the air in four powerful bursts. Tom told me to get up and put her shoes back on as we had to get going. I thanked Jane and gave her another kiss. Tom kissed her also.

I expected Tom to give me back my shorts. He laughed, “I’ll give them back to you as soon as you pass me!” and he took off fast. I followed pedaling as hard as I could. I kept up with him but since I was carrying all our gear it was difficult. By the way, riding bare-assed is not that much fun. My balls got sort of squished on the seat and rubbed a lot. Standing helped and it was sort of weird feeling the wind on my cock and balls. Only a couple cars passed us. The drivers did a double-take and were laughing as they passed me. One pickup truck passed us than made a wheel spinning U-turn about a mile down the road to get a second look. Inside I saw two women in ranch clothes laughing their heads off and giving me the thumbs up sign.

After about 20 minutes, I managed to pass Tom. I don’t know whether it was because I was more determined than he was or he just took pity on me (Not very likely). We stopped and Tom threw the bike shorts to me which I pulled on, much easier riding now.

After another hour, the sky darkened and we heard thunder. Just as we saw the first lightening flash, Tom spotted an old abandoned barn up a long overgrown path. We found that the door to the barn was open; we pushed in our bikes and were in a large room with exposed wooden posts and rafters supporting the roof. We noticed another set of doors chained shut with what looked like a new chain which apparently led to another room. We didn’t care as there certainly was no one around now. Tom spread out our sleeping bag and we lay down watching the storm through the partially open door. It didn’t take long and we were both looking at the thick wooden posts and thinking about the night I lost the dare to Tom. I stood against a post facing the door so I could still watch the storm and Tom got the ropes from the pannier.

Tom tied my arms together and had me stand on a box. He threw the end of the rope over a peg sticking in the post and tied my arms over my head. When in removed the box I was hanging there with my toes barely touching the dirt floor. Tom pulled off my cycling shorts and gave my cock an affectionate pat. He tied my legs tightly to the post. “I haven’t teased you in quite a while; this will be fun!” He started slowly gently tracing his fingers over my body starting at my hands tied over my head. He lingered at sensitive spots like my armpits, nipples, belly button, cock, balls, the crack of my ass and the inside of my thighs were he traced lazy circles as I squirmed against the ropes in a vain attempt to get away from the overpoweringly intense touch of his fingers. My cock swelled more and more and got harder and harder and became ever more sensitive to his persistent fingers which had established a permanent siege of this the most vulnerable spot on my naked body.

“Please, Master, Sir, Stop! I can’t take any more!” I yelled.

Tom Stopped, “Anything you want, I don’t mind switching to something worse. How about tickling?” He warmed up using his fingers on my armpits, ribs, ass, and the skin at the base of my balls. Tom stopped while he re-tied my feet they no longer touched the floor but hung from the rope with the tender soles of my feet facing backward and fully exposed to his tormenting fingers. Since my feet no longer reached the floor, all my weight pulled heavily on my stretched arm. The insistent tickling of the soles of my feet drove me wild. I laughed until I was out of breath. I writhed and struggled until I was covered with sweat and my whole body ached from my exertions. I gasped for Tom to stop, but a big part of me just wanted the excitement of more and more extreme torture. Tom picked up a bit of straw in each and using these simple instruments prodded and stroked every sensitive part of my body redoubling the previous torture. I pulled against the ropes with all my strength until I was completely exhausted. In my exhausted state the torment merged into exquisite pleasure.

Tom stopped teasing me. “I need to take a crap. Stay here until I get back!” he kidded and headed out the back of the barn.

My body sagged in complete exhaustion from the ropes that bound my wrists and my abs heaved heavily in and out as I tried to recover my breath. I watched the storm through the opening in the door. I thought I heard a rumbling of thunder. “Oh Shit!” I yelled as I watched twenty motorcycles turn off the highway and speed up the overgrown path to the barn, the headlights shining through the rain. Alone, stark naked, with a raging boner, I waited in apprehension for this bunch of black leather clad bikers to discover me tied to a post.

[jono mckenzie]

pleeeeeeeeease carry on.
i absolutely love this story so much!