Freshman Loses a Dare (Mostly Fiction)

[TiedGuy]

The college was supposed to match up freshmen with similar interests for roommates at the dorm. I thought they goofed when they paired Tom and me. Tom liked to swim and hike. He was at ease with himself and his muscular well tanned body. He would watch TV in the lounge barefoot, no shirt, wearing faded and torn Levi's. In our room, he was usually stripped to his white jockey shorts. I liked running and biking and was uptight about my strong but slight body. I was always fully dressed but secretly envied his casualness.

On Saturday after the first week of classes, we went to dinner together and he kidded me about being too uptight and I should loosen up. Back at the dorm he started teasing me and soon we were wrestling on the floor. He held me down looked me in the eye and said "I dare you. Best 2 out of 3 falls - loser is winner's slave until midnight! OK?" My heart jumped! Scared but excited I gulped "OK!"
Tom kicked off his shoes and socks, stripped off his shirt. Uptight me didn't do anything. As we struggled I felt his warm firm flesh. We were even at 2 falls. I sure didn't want to win this so I threw the last fall.

He held me tight against the floor, "SLAVE, get me a coke from the vending room".

I got up and started to leave. "Slave, take off your shoes and socks first! I am going to loosen you up!" I kicked off my shoes and took off my socks. Tom smiled "Give me those socks. We can use them later". He stripped my shirt off. "Now you're ready!"

I walked down the hall, my bare feet feeling the cold floor. Passing the TV lounge some guys glanced then went back to the TV. Down the concrete stairs to the vending room. Some guys were in the room, all they said was "Hi, Ken". It dawned on me that nobody cared!

When I gave Tom his coke he drank it slowly and said "Slave, follow me!" we went to the grass outside the dorm. Both of us stripped to Levi's and tossed a Frisbee for an hour. Working up a good sweat.

When we got back to the room, Tom said drop those Levi's. I stood stripped to my white Jockey shorts. Tom had me hold my hands in front of me. He got some clothesline from his drawer and tied them together. The ropes excited me. "Slave, up against the corner of the bunk bed. The sturdy oak corner post was about seven feet high. He pulled my arms over my head, tying them to the post. He saw my erection swell and smiled. "Looks like I got your interest!" he said as he traced his fingernail over my chest, around my armpits, circled my tits and stopped at my navel. He tied my feet tightly to the post leaving me helpless with a rock hard cock. He traced his nail all over my body, the excitement overpowered me and I struggled vainly to get away from his exciting touch. I started moaning, he shoved one of my socks into my mouth, I thought we would need this. I heard him leave and the door slam. I wondered what was up. I struggled to get loose. I heard the door open and felt a cold shock on my nipple. He took the ice cube repeated the slow torturous and heavenly spiral over my body. He blindfolded me and began to alternate intense tickling at my nipples, armpits. The touch changed from finger nail, ice cube, needle, feather and back sometimes hard sometime barely touching me. Pulling down my shorts he would go to the head of my cock, my ass. The uncertainty of where, when, with what and how hard the next touch would be made the touch when it occurred overwhelmingly intense.

I felt Tom untie my feet then my arms. "Slave, Kneel!" I knelt down, I heard him drop his pants, "Slave, lick my cock!" he commanded and pulled my head by my hair so his stiff rod pressed into my face. I mumbled into the sock. He laughed and pulled it out. "Forgot about it! Now lick". I licked his hard cock then he said now jerk me off. I jerked his wet dripping cock until he shot cum into my face.

We continued like this three hours, he worked me over while tied helpless to the post for about an hour then I licked and jerked him off. I was bursting because I got no release. The last time he tied me to the post and started working my cock very slowly - stopping and pinching the head hard when I started to cum. He kept this up for an hour then pulled off my blindfold and gag. “Next lesson, if you want something you have to ask! Don’t be afraid! What do you want right now?” asked Tom.

“I want to cum!”

“So? Say exactly what you want from me!”

“Tom, jerk me off and let me cum. My balls are bursting”

“What’s in it for me?”

“We could jerk each other off together at the same time. The idea turns me on. Do you like it?”

“Interesting, could be fun. Give me more details?”

I try to picture a good scene. “You strip naked. When you untie my arms, keep me tied to the post with a rope around my chest I’ll take the ends of the rope around my chest and tie the ends around your back so we are roped together chests touching facing each other. We jerk each other off real slow until you say ‘Go’ then we speed up but we watch each other and try to both cum at the same time.”

“Never thought my shy quiet roomy had such evil thoughts! Let’s give it a try!” Tom smiled as he untied my hands, put the rope around my chest just under my arms and tied it tight. He stripped off his Levis and shorts and looked me in the eyes, “This is really wild!” I grabbed the ends of the rope. He pushed his chest against mine and I tied the rope behind his back binding us tightly together so that our faces almost touched and I could feel his breath against my cheek. Both our cocks were really hard, I felt my cock slide against his then push through his coarse pubic hair and slide up against his muscular abdomen. I felt Tom grab my cock and start a slow massage. I reached between us threading my arms through his, grabbed Tom’s warm hard cock and began rubbing it slowly. Tom kept me on edge always exciting me to the limit, making me breathe hard and fast, sweating, struggling against his naked body but never letting me get to the point of release. He was an expert at control and it seemed my torture could go on all night. I worked hard to excite Tom, make him want release. His breath came faster and faster, his sweaty body pushed against me. Slow but hard I continued. “Go” he screamed. I jerked him faster bringing him closer and closer. He stroked my cock in frenzy, staring into my eyes and laughing. I matched his frenzy and my laughter joined his. I exploded first, spurting again and again relieving the pressure Tom’s hours of torture had built up in me. He exploded on my third shot. I shot a couple more times after he finished.

Drained, I hung over his shoulders and untied the rope around his chest and he untied me from the post. He collapsed on the old rug in the middle of our room. Too exhausted to climb to my top bunk, I turned off the light and dropped down next to him.

“Shit, Ken. You are one hot dude when you let yourself go! That was the greatest time I ever had with a guy! I lucked out getting a guy like you who enjoys rope bondage so much for a roommate. We are really going to have fun this year with your wild ideas. I got some pretty good ideas, too. About ways to torment your helpless body that I can’t wait to try” whispered Tom.

“Yeah, that was great. You are a hot dude yourself and I really enjoyed you. But I guess I sort of scared myself when I let the things I usually keep hidden loose. I feel I am just a weird, sexually perverted kid.”

“Every barely eighteen guy is weird and sexually perverted. He just wants sex in any and all ways: female, male, animal, sex toys, whatever. Most guys just hide it and feel miserable like you have been doing. Forget about labels, if it feels good, you enjoy it, and it doesn’t hurt anybody, it’s OK. End of story. Now let’s get some sleep, Goodnight Slaveboy”

It felt good, felt exciting, him calling me Slaveboy. “I guess you’re right and it sure felt good tonight. Goodnight.. “ I hesitated like at the top of a high dive before the exciting plunge into a new exciting adventure. Then I plunged and by two simple words made myself his slave. “Goodnight, Master.”

[Daredevil999]

wow!
that was great, please carry on!

[jono mckenzie]

WOAH.
best story by far i have ever ever read, 100/ 10.
please carry on, bring up the fact that he is a shy boy and doesnt do this stuff often and this story will be amazing. thankyou!

[maxim]

I don't think he's going to finish this will someone please do so itsba great start and would love to hear more

[glue]

this was fantastic

9.8/10

[TiedGuy]

I woke up having to pee. I noticed Tom lying next to me and remembered I was now his slave. I got up and took a piss in the sink. When I finished, Tom had gotten up. He looked over my naked body with a sly self-satisfied smile on his face and an erection beginning on his cock. “God Damn, Ken, you’re my honest to god very own naked slaveboy! Kiss my ass!”

“Yeah this is going to be great. I can’t wait to get started!”

Tom frowned, turned on a loud heavy metal song, went to his special drawer and took out a slender flexible wooden rod, swished it a couple times trough the air, “This will do. Bend over and grab your ankles, Hurry up!”

“Jesus, Tom. I didn’t know we started yet!”

“Quit mouthing Off, Slaveboy!”

“OK”

“Here are my rules: A blow doesn’t count if you yell. First time you break a rule is one stroke, second is two, etc. When given an order, obey immediately! Address me as “YES, Master, Sir! when we are alone and “Yes, Tom” if others are around. Don’t speak unless I ask you to. Understood?”

“Yes, Master, Sir!”

“That’s better. You count the strokes saying “One – Thank you Master, Sir! If you lose count we start over. For not obeying an order – 1 stroke!”

Tom wound up and stung me hard across my butt. “Yeooww” I screamed.

“OK, let’s start over, For not obeying an order – 1 stroke!”

Tom wound up and stung me even harder across my butt. I controlled the pain. “One – Thank you Master, Sir! “

“For not addressing your master correctly – 1 stroke!”

Tom laid another stroke hard across my butt. I controlled the pain. “One – Thank you Master, Sir! “

“For not addressing your master correctly a second time – 2 strokes!”

Tom laid two more painful strokes across my butt. “One – Thank you Master, Sir! … Two – Thank you Master, Sir!” I controlled the pain enough to answer but I couldn’t stop the tears. I also could stop the excitement from the pain as felt my cock start to harden.

“For not addressing your master correctly a third time – 3 strokes!”

I caught myself before I yelled “No fair!” Tom laid two more painful strokes across my butt. “One – Thank you Master, Sir! … Two – Thank you Master, Sir!”

He watched my cock it hardened. “Are you enjoying the pain I am giving you, Slaveboy?”

“No, Master, Sir! ….Yes, Master, Sir”

“Which is it suffering or enjoying?”

“Both at the same time, I guess. It really turns me on! Master, Sir!”

“We’re a matched set, it really turns me on to inflict pain on you and watch you suffer!” He laid on another stinging stroke.

“Two – Thank you Master, Sir!” I immediately knew I miscounted.

“OK, we’ll start over” Tom laid three more painful strokes across my sore butt. “One – Thank you Master, Sir! … Two – Thank you Master, Sir! … Three – Thank you Master, Sir!”

“Kneel Slaveboy! What did I command you to do?”

“Kiss your ass, Master, Sir!”

“Walk on your knees to my backside and give it a juicy wet kiss!”

“Yes, Master, Sir!” I looked at his erection pointing at a high angle. I inched my way on my knees, put my lips against his ass and gave it a wet slobbering kiss. The humiliation was so stimulating it caused me to start dripping pre-cum.

“Looks like we’re both pretty hot! Let’s do some dice-dare exercises to work off the steam.

“Yes, Master, Sir!” I answered wondering what Tom had planned.

[maxim]

Wow anostly I loved the babysitting one but I think that this one is better please please please continue!!!

[::..Alice..::]

haha, really hot
keep it going ..

[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!”

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