By JR

Inspired by various stories of bondage games, my boyfriend and I came up with our own. David wrote the rules, and let me weigh in. We use dice, with the first roll deciding the duration of bondage. Starting Friday after work, I roll one die. If it comes up 1, then I am let out of whatever bondage situation David comes up with by Saturday morning.  2 = Saturday afternoon; 3 = Saturday night; 4 = Sunday morning; 5 = Sunday afternoon; and 6 = Monday morning.  The next die roll decides the type of bondage.  1 = rubber; 2 = leather; 3 = puppy play; 4 = metal; 5 = clothing; and 6 = sensory deprivation.

I particularly enjoy rolling a 5, as he comes up with some way for me to be in bondage under my clothes, like wearing a locking butt plug harness under tight jeans or locking on a heavy metal ball stretcher to be worn under a suit.  He knows how much I get off on the subtle humiliation factor of barely detectable bondage in public.  We started with the idea of a third die to determine the type of activities: eletro play, piss, flogging, fucking, CBT, breath play, etc.  But then David decided against that, as he does not want dice to limit how he tortures me.

David told a friend about this game, who got quite intrigued, which made for an interesting weekend for me while David was away for work.

I came home from meetings Friday afternoon, wondering how I was going to occupy myself for the weekend with David traveling.  I thought I would relax by the pool, work in the yard, run to the beach, and maybe meet a few friends for a drink.  But when I walked in the door, I found a note telling me that I was being “lent out” to David’s friend, Tyler, for the weekend.  The dice game would continue.  I had met Tyler a few times.  He is a quiet guy, a few years younger than David and me, in his late twenties.  He sometimes works out with us and has been to a few pool parties that we hosted.  I definitely enjoyed seeing him around our pool, but never had much of a conversation with him besides the usual small talk.  He once got a little too drunk and spent the night.  David and I thought he was passed out cold that night, though at some point whatever we were doing woke him up and David found him outside our bedroom door looking rather aroused, peering in to see me hog tied and in a gas mask, and then scurrying back to the guest bedroom.

As I was pondering how the weekend would turn out, I got a friendly text from Tyler inviting me over to his house. By the tone of his invite, it seemed more like he wanted to keep me company while David traveled than the prelude to a bondage weekend. I tried to keep it friendly, asking if I should pick up some beer, which garnered no response other than his address. I had no idea how this was going to proceed. I speculated that David got Tyler excited about our game and our dynamic, but that he would not have the balls to play. Frankly, based on his quiet nature, I expected to have an awkward beer or two and head home shortly after.

I took a shower, threw on some shorts over a jock strap and a t-shirt and headed across town to Tyler’s.  I had never been to Tyler’s house, and expected the typical apartment of a twenty-something bachelor. I was surprised to pull up to a picture perfect suburban house on a golf course. (At first I thought Tyler might live with his parents and this would get awkward.)  When I arrived, the garage door opened and I received a text message telling me to pull inside.  I pulled in, shut off my car, and sat there for a minute wondering what I was getting myself into.

Another text: “strip in the garage”.  Well, that was forward.  I got out of my car and stripped off my clothes. And another: “dice are on the workbench”.  I walked across the garage to find a work bench and a pair of dice. I noticed a camera aimed at the bench, and knew what I was supposed to do.  I rolled the first die, and got a four. Whatever Tyler planned for me was going to last until Sunday morning.  My next roll was the dreaded six. My heart sunk.  I was just not sure I had the stamina for two days of sensory deprivation. But my dick was rising.  Another text: “Bottom left drawer of work bench.”

I knelt down to open the designated drawer, fighting my curiosity to search the others.  (Did Tyler have drawers set up for each scenario of the dice?) Inside the drawer I found a pair of rigid metal handcuffs and a seedpod type chastity device.  This was not an easy device to install, but I managed to work it on against a growing erection and completely conceal my junk inside the gleaming stainless steel pod.  Next I contemplated whether to secure the handcuffs with my wrists in front or behind my back, ultimately selecting behind my back because that thought made my dick harder.  The cuffs were seriously thick, about 2” wide of gleaming stainless steel wrapping each wrist, not too tight but heavy and definitely inescapable.  Of course, as my dick grew in its pod, I felt little dull spikes digging in, and the pain made my dick grow more, pressing tighter into its confines and spikes.  I was liking this device, but dreaded the long term effects.  Once cuffed I stood in the garage awaiting the next step or instructions.  After a few minutes, the door between the garage and house opened and Tyler emerged.  He looked amazing, wearing just slim jeans, black leather gloves, and a big smile.  I could make out his already-erect dick pointing down the left leg of his jeans.  He liked what he saw on camera.  He had the muscular hairless body of an underwear model, with a boyish face under a few days’ of scruff and a messy tassel of hair on his head.

Tyler walked over to me, put his hand on my shoulders, and guided me down until I was on my knees in front of him.  He pulled my face into his crotch and held me there as he spoke.  “Here’s how this weekend is going to go.  You are not going to make a sound.  No ‘yes sir’, no ‘that hurts’, no whimpering, no nothing.  You are going to do as I say without question.  Nod if you understand.”  I nodded, my face rubbing Tyler’s crotch up and down.  “Good.  Now I bought some new toys just for this weekend, and I’m going to test you with every one of them.  David’s told me how much you like to be locked up and punished.  He told me you are a no limits pig, and to fucking use you as hard as I can, and store you away like a useless object.  Does that sound right?”  The words “no limits” sent a shot of adrenaline down my spine.  We all have some limits, and surely David outlined mine to Tyler.  I was not nodding.  “I asked you a question!”   I slowly nodded, afraid doing so would mean I agreed to some kind of torture I could not endure.  I must not have nodded enthusiastically enough, as the next thing I knew Tyler was behind me, pushing me down on the grown and pulling my cuffed wrists up behind me, with his knee in the small of my back.  “Are you going to resist me, you worthless piece of shit?  Go head!  That will make using you that much more enjoyable!”  I shook my head, and wondered who was this guy and what happened to the quiet Tyler I knew?

Tyler walked over to the work bench, opened one of other drawers, and produced a stainless steel collar.  He came back with lightning speed, lifted my head off of the garage floor, and snapped the hinged collar around my neck with one swift movement.  It was heavy, but loose enough to not restrict breathing.  He sat on back and took an allen wrench to the collar, securing small screws until they were flush with the steel.  Tyler then grabbed me by the collar, slipping his fingers between the metal and my Adam’s apple, and lifted me up off the ground, dragging me behind him into the house.  To my surprise, when we entered from the garage into the kitchen, I found we were not alone.  There were two other guys in the kitchen, relaxing around the counter drinking beers.  They both looked familiar, perhaps just from seeing them around town, but I did not know them.  Upon seeing me, the older of the two smiled and said, “I didn’t think he would have the nerve to show up.  This is going to be awesome.  I’ve always wanted to fuck this cocky asshole.”  Tyler’s response, “Well I promised his boyfriend we would keep him occupied all weekend, so have at it.”  The third guy got up from his stool and came over towards me.  He was younger, early twenties and adorable.  I then remembered that I had admired him many times running along the waterfront, one of the few guys who ever passes David and I on our runs.  I’ve marveled at his stamina, and often tried to keep up once he passed me just to focus in on his perfect ass bouncing under sweat-soaked track shorts in front of me.  Most guys would wear baggy shorts, but this one wore tiny and thin track shorts that revealed his strong thighs and stuck to his ass when they got soaked in sweat.  I smiled ear to ear when I realized who he was, and even more so when I looked down to see a massive erection growing in his silky Adidas shorts.  “I’m Keith,” the hot runner shyly introduced himself.  I started to introduce myself, but caught myself, remembering Tyler’s instruction to remain silent.  Keith looked more nervous than me, odd since I was the one collared and cuffed in front of him.  Maybe this was not his scene, I thought.  Keith set his beer on the counter and then lifted his tank top off to exposed that beautiful sculpted torso I had literally chased after so many times.  His nipples were erect, stomach rippled, and skin perfectly tanned.  I could have run my tongue across his body all weekend.

Keith approached me and immediately started rubbing my body, tweaking my nipples firmly between his fingers, then pulling me close against him and grabbing my ass hard.  He wasted no time working a finger into my ass, pressing his growing erection against me.  Keith brought his lips close to my ear, and quietly said, “I have not cum in a week.  I’ve been saving it for your ass.”  My dick got so hard that I winced as it bound itself up in the chastity pod, straining against the spikes.  I smiled wide in anticipation of this hot runner filling my ass, feeling his hard body slap against me building up a heavy sweat like he does when running.  As Keith pulled away I looked down at his crotch, seeing just a dab of precum wetting the inside of his thin nylon shorts.  I wanted to lick it up.  I tried to take some initiative, getting down onto my knees to bring my tongue to this delicious wet spot, to let my nose breath in Keith’s scent from the worn shorts.  I was allowed to for only a moment before Tyler jerked me back up by the collar.

“Not yet, faggot!  I’m not forgetting your roll of the dice.  Let’s go.”  He kept his hand wrapped tight around the collar as he dragged me out of the kitchen and up a flight of stairs, down a hall to a guest bedroom.  The room was a makeshift dungeon, black curtains drawn over the window and slick black rubber sheets spread taught over a four-poster bed.  There was a small assortment of gear spread around, but I did not see much before Tyler shoved me face-down on the bed.  He then quickly grabbed a hood and started fitting it over my head.  I smelled the rubber before I felt it, slick against my buzzed scalp.  The padded ears muffled his sound, but amplified the sound of the zipper securing in the back followed by several buckles.  Tyler slipped the bottom of the rubber into the collar, tucking it all in neatly and smoothing out any wrinkles.  To the hood he added a cover for the tiny eye holes, which felt like flat padded rubber pouches, buckled tightly around the back of my head with another thick strap of rubber, cutting off more sound as the rubber pressed on the hood already pressed tight on my ears.  I was quickly plunged into complete darkness and near deafness.  I could breathe through nose holes and the mouth was open, for now.  “I hope you’re comfy.  This is staying on for the duration.”  He spoke very clearly for me to make out each word.  I feared that by “duration” he meant Sunday morning, which meant two consecutive nights in this hood and all day Saturday.  I had never had my vision taken for so long, and wondered how I would cope.  The smell of the rubber was intoxicating and the sound of several padlocks clicking shut on the buckles made my dick strain again against the spikes of the chastity pod.  For now the thought of being trapped in this hood so long had me completely turned on.

Now it was time to turn me back over to the hot runner.  Tyler again spoke loud and clear so I could hear him through the hood.  “You are going to worship every inch of this boy’s body with your tongue.  Get him super hot and ready to use your ass.  If you stop, I’m going to beat you.  If Keith does not look satisfied, I’m going to beat you.  If you make a noise, I’m going to beat you and gag you for the rest of the weekend with my sweaty piss-soaked jock.  Nod if you understand.”  I quickly nodded, fear building inside of me competing with my desire to taste Keith’s body.   I felt hands grapping my head guiding me over to this chiseled body which I would then go on to explore for at least a half hour, working my tongue through the mouth hole of the tight rubber hood, wishing my hands were released from the heavy cuffs behind my back so I could feel him.  I seriously regretted not cuffing them in front!

Keith grabbed me by the collar, pulling my face into his left armpit, where I lapped away taking in the taste of his sweat.  He then unexpectedly brought my face to his and began to kiss me furiously.  I was kissing one of the hottest guys I’d ever met, and could not even see him.  As suddenly as he lifted me up to his face, he pushed me down to his feet, spitting the mixture of his and my saliva back onto me.  I was down at this feet, licking each toe and between his toes, before working my way up his muscular calves and into the pits behind the knees.

As I made my way up to the crevice between Keith’s balls and inner thigh, I felt a coolness at my ass.  A lubed finger entered and prodded, relaxing my hole for some toy to enter.  One of the other guys began working my ass with a small dildo as I focused on Keith, burying my face between his balls and thigh and ready to hopefully be allowed to taste his hard dick that I felt bobbing next to my face, brushing against the rubber of my hood.  I licked and sucked on his balls as I felt my ass getting slowly reamed.  As I went for his dick with my tongue, Keith pushed me off, flipped me over onto the bed, and violently replaced that dildo with his dick.  My face was crushed into the rubber sheets, as he pulled my hips back and ass in the air.  For the first time since arriving I made a sound, a yelp in reaction to the initial pain.  This did not go unnoticed by Tyler.  “Did you make a fucking noise?!” I heard him yell.  I just froze.  “What did I say would happen if you made a single noise?”  Keith was thrusting in my ass and Tyler was yelling at me, and I had no idea how to react.  Next I felt my neck pulled back hard by the collar until my whole body was arched and strained.  A gag was forced into my mouth and immediately strapped tight around the back of my head.  It felt like a long penis shaped gag, filling my mouth and pushing back into my throat, pressing my tongue down hard.  I could not stop gagging as I adjusted to this huge object in my mouth.  I wondered where Tyler found this evil gag, as nothing I had ever seen online looked as big as this felt.  I struggled to breathe through my nostrils while this rubber penis kept me on the brink of gagging and Keith pounded on my ass with an animalistic intensity.  I heard a loud paddling sound, but it was not me being paddled.   I could feel the reverberations, though, and realized that it was Keith’s hot ass getting paddled as he fucked me.  The paddling grew stronger and louder, with Keith screaming out each time he was hit and in turn thrusting harder inside me, until he gave out a guttural yell and shuddered, orgasming uncontrollably inside me and collapsing on my back.

Keith pulled out his still hard dick and I stayed as still as I could, still crouched forward with my ass in the air and hands cuffed at the small of my back.  Before I could relax, I felt cold metal entering me.  It felt blunt and wide, like a small barrel, pressing deep inside before my ass closed around a narrow base.  Whatever was inside my ass was filling, more girth than the substantial dick I had just experienced, and colder.  Someone flipped me over until I was on my back, skin sticking against the slick rubber sheet and heavy metal of the cuffs digging into my spine.  My legs were lifted up and I felt a pair of thick shorts being pulled on.  When they were finally all of the way on, I could hear and feel buckles tightening followed by the click of three padlocks, one at each thigh and the other at the waist.  The shorts pressed down firmly on the metal pod around my dick and held the metal plug securely inside me.

I was then lifted roughly onto my feet and pushed across the room until I hit a wall in front of me.  I heard Tyler: “Here’s what’s going to happen now, boy.  I’ve got some more friends coming over in a couple of hours for a little pool party.  Until then I’m going to keep you locked up here and turn up the juice on that plug in your ass.  If you’re nice and quiet, we’ll let you out then.”  I then overheard him speaking with Keith and the other guy about how to bound me.  This is when I heard this other guy speak up for the first time since I walked in the house.  “I’ve got some pallet wrap in my car.  We can mummify this faggot.”  Fuck.  Keith again, to me, “Can you handle that for a couple of hours?”  I had done it before, though only in the comfort of my boyfriend’s care.  I nodded yes.  Two minutes later I was moved from the wall and my hands were uncuffed.  The wrapping started at my ankles and worked upwards, eventually adding another layer on top of the chastity shorts and pressing the metal cage and its spikes hard into my throbbing dick.  They worked the plastic up and over my hooded head, just leaving the hood’s nostril holes exposed.  Then came the duct tape in a few areas, but not all over.  I felt the tighter bands of duct tape at my ankles and thighs, then at my upper arms and finally my head.  I felt several hands lift me up and toss me back onto the bed.  Shortly after I felt a sudden spasm in my ass.  I had no idea the plug fitted inside me was connected to anything, having been hooded when it was fitted.  The electro started violently with no ramp up, brutally shocking my insides.  I was immediately writhing and squirming, screaming into my gag uncontrollably, struggling to breathe through my nose as my pulse raced.  I then felt someone sit on my chest and press down on my collar hard, grinding my head into the bed, before covering the nose holes so I just barely strain to breathe.  “You’re going to calm down right fucking now!”  I tried as best I could to compose myself, but the waves of electricity were not relenting.  All I could do is lay there twitching and sweating, hoping to regain my breath.  After an eternity he let up and I took quick breaths through my nostrils like I was hyperventilating.  Perhaps I was?  The gag deep in my throat did not help.  I struggled to swallow my saliva and breathe calmly, to be still and not fight against mummified state.  I had to meditate, think of anything but my situation, to get calm and try to stay that way.  I just laid there absorbing the electro stimulation hoping it was already at its highest setting because I could not take any more than this.  I heard Keith then, shouting, “See you in an hour or two.”  And then, “One more thing.”  He came back over and cut the pallet rap at my nipples and clamped on two excruciatingly tight clamps, one on each nipple.  And then silence.

An hour or more passed slowly and I never got used to the pain.  At some points the electro would become less intense, almost enjoyable, and then spike so hard I felt it in my teeth, making me clamp down on the gag lodged in my throat and gag for air.  My nipples were pulverized, the pain giving me a headache.  My jaw ached and my heart pounded.  But the worst of it was my dick, which refused to go soft, refused to stop pressing against the spikes in its capsule, and just leaked as the electro plug milked my prostate over and over without ever granting the pleasure of an ejaculation.  The pressure made me pee as hard as I tried not to, leaking into the rubber shorts.

I felt the electro stop and the clamps come off my nipples before I heard anyone in the room.  I screamed into my gag when the clamps came off, bucking under the layers of pallet wrap, and choked hard.  I felt broken, lifeless as I was stood up and unwrapped, the gag removed so I could drink water from a straw.  I was soaked and shivering.  As I was unwrapped, my own odor from profusely sweating filled the room, along with the faint scent of the piss in my shorts.  I stretched my body as best I could.  I could hear some noise from downstairs, music and voices for this pool party.  I wondered what my role would be in this party.