Cream with my Coffee (M+/M+) *New Chapter 18/11/24 (M+/M+)*

[blackbound]

Glad that didn't end worse! Eagerly awaiting the finale.

[Guardianbound]

@blackbound No permanent damage, gotta keep Scott pretty for his social media followers, and for us of course

[Guardianbound]

Look what I found surfing through the information superhighway

This is most definitely not Lucas Lee from Scott Pilgrim
.... It's Scott Grey AKA @Buffbaristascott

[Guardianbound]

Chapter 17: Convalescence

Travis slid his hand down the blanket and under the loose fitting pyjamas until he found his target. A few slow teasing pumps was all it took for Scott to stir, first drawing a sharp breath of air that left his lungs as a groan. "Naughty you," Scott croaked, eyelids still heavy. "Good morning you," Travis replied, locking lips with his love as he continued with his hand.

"Mmmmmmm.....mmmmm, ahhhh ahhhhh ...Traaaa," Scott moaned as Travis increased his pace. And then ... release. Another gasp, this time more desperate as Scott's cock twitched in a vain attempt to reconnect with the lost stimulation. "A little early for that, don't you think? Besides, how would you explain the mess to the nurses," Travis chuckled.

"I promise, after I've made a full recovery, there will be hell to pay for this," Scott said. "Keyword: after. For now though, it's my responsibility to put humpty dumpty back together again," Travis smirked, looming over the bed with his broad, imposing frame.

"What are you going to do to me?" Scott asked, play-acting distress. "I was seriously tempted to have you securely bound and gagged on a medical gurney all the way back home. However, there's a group of fans gathered outside the hospital," Travis explained. "Fans?" Scott sat up. "I had to give the conference organisers some excuse for your absence. Appendicitis is what I came up with," Travis continued.

"Too bad you won't be able to greet them," Travis said. "Nooooo. What are you doing? No please," Scott held back his laughter, as Travis removed one of his dress shoes and began peeling off one of his black dress socks. "Open wide," Travis commanded. "Fuck no. It stinks, hmmmm, mmmphhhhg Mmmmmmppphhhhhh," Scott shot daggers at Travis as he tucked the sock fully past his lips. Tegaderm went over his lips, the transparent film keeping his bulging lips visible. Travis gave him a long kiss before he covered his work with a medical mask.


As Travis pushed Scott out on a wheelchair, fans swarmed around them, screaming out their well wishes. Little did they know, their hero was currently gagged with his bodyguard's well-worn sock, and hidden under a blanket covering his lap his hands were locked with a pair of handcuffs. "I'm beginning to think that this is a better idea than the medical gurney," Travis leaned down to whisper.



"Doctor's orders, you're to be kept bed bound," Travis said. Scott was, carefully, manhandled on Travis' King sized bed. "I'm loving the look of the peek of black plugging up your mouth," Travis said as he strapped Scott into the prepared segufix. "Hhgmmmm hhhmmmmm nnnghhhh ," Scott struggled, for the first time grunting with all his might as he knew that no one else would be able to hear him.

"Doctor also mentioned that improved blood circulation would help," Travis sniggered as he yanked down Scott's pants. Despite all his protests, Scott was already sporting a semi before Travis wrapped his lips around his cock. Scott tried to buck his hips as Travis bobbed up and down his length but the medical restraints held firm.

"That's enough for now. I'm not going to let you cum," Travis said, teasing him by licking beads of precum off his slit. "Pllllsssss nnnghhhhh pllllllsssss lmmmmm hmmmmm cummmmmm," Scott begged. "I'm doing this for your own good Scott. Tell you what, as soon as I see your blood flowing back we'll repeat this cycle again and again. Keep you nice and hard." Travis slapped his abs. "Nnnggghhh mppppgggg nnngggghhhhh," Scott shouted into his gag. Travis ignored his pleas, robotically getting off the bed and keeping watch at the door with his hands crossed in front of him.

For the rest of the day, Scott was mercilessly edged, each time thinking that he could cum before Travis realised that he was close to climax but each time thwarted by Travis' killer instinct. "I'm going to kill you," Scott huffed when he was finally ungagged. "I thought you'd be a lot more conciliatory. Guess I'm wrong," Travis said. "No please, I'll do anything," Scott whined. "NOPE. I'm getting into my pyjamas and going to sleep, my jaw needs some rest," Travis replied.

"I'll suck you off" ... "NOPE"
"Handjob" ... "NO"
"I'll rim you" ... "NO"
"You can keep me tied up for as long as you want" .... a pause .... "Tempting. But I realised that that I can already do that"
"Please...."
"Don't make me gag you again."
"Fine," Scott frowned, "Love you Travis."
"Fine. Love you too," Travis replied.

[Volobond]

Awwwww! How fitting that recovery should include some involuntary imprisonment and torture!

[gag1195]

We should all be so lucky to have someone like Travis who steadfastly adheres to the doctor's orders! Scott is surely in good hands (and lips) with Travis around!

[harveygasson]

Ah so happy to see some more if this story and what a lovely sweet update

[Guardianbound]

@Volobond Involuntary assumes Scott made some effort to avoid his imprisonment. You would've blushed when he moaned sweetly and offered his hands to be cuffed.

@gag1195 Indeed. Travis will get Scott up and running in no time, if only to escape from the torture

@harveygasson Glad to have some time to write again, work and writers block have been getting in the way

[Guardianbound]

Chapter 18: All My Exes Live in Texas

Travis received a text while he was out grocery shopping.

Scott's Orders

1. Whipped Cream
2. Oranges
3. Oat Milk
4. One whole Beefcake (P.S. I mean you, more instructions when you get home, come in via the garage)
XOXO

"This guy," Travis said, rolling his eyes. It felt great that Scott was now fully recovered and back to his usual self. Travis made a beeline for the oranges, grabbed a couple, and hurried back home.

The instructions were written on a piece of paper scotch taped to the wall.

1. Groceries on the floor. Love you, thanks.
2. Strip into your underwear. (I hope you're wearing a jockstrap today)

Travis was, in fact, currently wearing a pair. He got the feeling Scott was in one of his moods today. He folded his clothes into a neat pile before reading on.

3. Send me a text, telling me you're home.
4. Shackle your legs. Lock them and place the keys into the tupperware.
5. Gag yourself tightly.

Travis pushed a large red ball gag past his lips, securing the straps behind his head.

6. Slide the blindfold on your head. Do not cover your eyes yet.
7. Cuff one of your arms.
8. Memorise the rest of the instructions and put down the paper.
9. Slide the blindfold over your eyes.
10. Slip on the spandex hood
11. Collar yourself. Lock it and place the key into the tupperware.
12. Place both arms behind your back and cuff your remaining arm. Double lock them.
13. Kneel and wait. You're a slave now Travis.



Travis expected Scott to bring him into the house almost immediately. Instead he waited, until his knees began to ache, but he did not move from his position. Only Scott could command him to move.

After fifteen minutes, Travis heard the garage doors open and a car driving in. The driver waited for the garage doors to close before they got out of the car.

"Look what we have here," he said. But the voice was not Scott's! "Mmmgghhhh?" Travis called out. "Stay still beefcake," the jockish voice said, flicking Travis' nipple. "I've got your boyfriend bound and gagged in my trunk," he said. "Mmmffggghh!! Gggmmmppplhhh," Travis yelled into the gag.

"Who am I? I'm the guy you replaced," there was a forceful tug of the leash attached to his collar. "Nice to finally meet you Travis. I'm Ryan, one Scott's best friends, also an ex-boyfriend. But don't worry too much, it was a mutual breakup," Ryan whispered. Ryan slapped his muscled chest and abs, further muffling his moans with his palm. "Time to fetch your boyfriend hmmm. Those instructions you followed, Scott did same thing, locked himself into his own car and waited for you. Poor thing" Ryan said.

Scott was helped out of the trunk and forced to kneel beside his bound boyfriend. He grunted a little due to discomfort but otherwise remained silent and compliant, following all of Ryan's commands. "I'll give the both of you slaves permission to kiss. Comfort each other before I work the the both of you hard," Ryan said.

"Mmmppfffhhh," Travis made the first move, blindly shifting on his knees in search of Scott. "Mmmpphhh," Scott moaned softly, allowing Travis to find him. Scott turned his head, rubbing his ball gagged lips on Travis'. Travis mumbled something indecipherable then lowered his head, nuzzling against Scott's sweaty chest. "Mmmpfffhhhhh," Travis moaned.

"You're right when you said he loves sniffing your musk," Ryan chuckled, "alright that's enough. Stand up my slaves, Master Ryan wants to get comfortable." Their leashes were pulled on and they were led into their home.

Scott and Travis were forced on to lay on their stomachs, their shackled legs were roped together then secured to their handcuffs, hogtying them. Ryan then shoved butt plugs into them, abusing the easy access he had due their jockstraps. As they writhed and struggled, they called out for one another, comforting the other as Ryan sat on the couch beside them.

"I'm gonna watch some TV while those plugs work their magic, loosening you slaves up for later," Ryan said. The plugs suddenly vibrated, stimulating both their prostates. "Mmmggghhhh mmfffggggh," they groaned. "Oops wrong remote," Ryan said.

"Time to turn the volume up," Ryan said.
"Mmmfffhhhhh MMPHHHHH!!!"
"Oops wrong remote again," Ryan laughed, but did not turn the vibrations down.
"Those gags really aren't effective enough," Ryan said, then planted his socked feet over both of their faces. "They won't be removed unless I get complete silence slaves," Ryan said, knowing he had no intention of doing so.

[blackbound]

Well well well! The plot thickens some more!

Ryan planning on bringing them even closer through adversity while having some fun himself? Or is there something more sinister going on?

[socjuc]

Aheemmmm loved the trick play Ryan pulled here.....I think Scott and Travis well they're cooked

Ryan's socked foot planting with command for silence before they are removed from their faces....the ultimate in forced submission....

[gag1195]

The introduction of Ryan to this tale brings some fun new twists! Though it is making me miss Jason and his quiet charisma over these three hunks. Oh well, I'll happily settle for these three tormenting each other!

[harveygasson]

And what an entrance Ryan makes! Great to see him included in this one and REALLY looking forward to seeing what he has in store for Scott and Travis. From the brief mentions we've got to their many games in the main story, I'm definitely sure to enjoy what you have in store! Great work as always.

[Volobond]

Haha, a fun introduction to the tricksy and severe Ryan!

[Guardianbound]

@blackbound Just Ryan being Ryan Scott asks him to Dom him and his new boyfriend and Ryan over delivers.

@socjuc As you may know, Ryan has those active runner's socks that are always well worn and sweat stained. You probably thinkScott and Travis are in for a treat!

@gag1195 Jason is in far too many of my stories give my other main character some love. Scott and Travis need their first bondage session where both are subs after all.

@harveygasson Glad you remember those early references! Scott and Travis keep coming back to Ryan after this for their couple bondage fix.

@Volobond We wonder how much of this scenario was planned by Ryan, and how much of it was requested by a horny kept at home Scott.

[Guardianbound]

Chapter 19: Back into the Lion's Den

Travis knelt on the floor in his full suit and tie, his arms were crossed behind his back further expanding his broad muscled chest. "I need a favour from you," he said.

"Ahhh... and here I thought you were feeling charitable today. Name your price," Scott tugged on Travis' burgundy tie like a leash, pulling him into a soft kiss. "Could you... allow yourself to get kidnapped for me?"

"What!?!" Scott exclaimed, "After what we went through at the conference?"

"Yes. It's actually about that... You're kind of a hot commodity now on the dark web after that incident. Lots of people are trying to acquire you, including someone I've been trying to hunt down for years," Travis explained.

"Love the pun Travis Hunt. So you want to use me, your boyfriend, as criminal bait." Scott raised his right brow. "I'll keep you safe I promise. The guy isn't dangerous, only very difficult to pin down," Travis blushed rapidly. "You'll owe me a lot for this," Scott smirked, pinching Travis' nipple between his fingers. "Yes... please..." Travis gasped. "I'll be your toy but not some evil rich dude's toy, not for long. Promise me." Scott said, flicking Travis' raised nipple which protruded under his shirt. "Yes, Scottie," Travis moaned softly.



Scott knew the exact date and time of his kidnapping, which did not make it any less exciting. Travis kept their methods a secret from him, only assuring him that he would be unharmed. He was walking back home in his sweaty gym attire when he was attacked, someone grabbed him from behind clamping a leather glove over his mouth. Before he could put up much of a struggle, a group of men seemed to materialise out of nowhere, hauling him into the back of a vehicle. "Careful boys, he's the most expensive merchandise today," he heard a voice say. "Yes Sir," a sweet scented cloth replaced the glove over his mouth. Scott grunted and held his breath as he saw the team preparing various restraints, gags, and a bodybag that he knew would be used on him the moment he succumbed to the ether. As his eyes adjusted to the lighting in the vehicle he received further confirmation of his eventual fate, three body bags strapped vertically on opposite sides of the vehicle. A fourth spot was left empty, presumeably soon to be filled by him. A jab to his ribs knocked the air out him, and he was forced to take a deep breath of the ether. His vision blurred, his muscles weakened, and he slumped into the arms of his captors.

Scott awoke muzzled and strapped into a tight fitting leather bodybag. His fellow captives and himself were being pushed along on heavy duty metal dollies. His kidnappers lined them up in what appeared to be a private viewing room and left them to struggle. Scott could barely manage a wriggle in his constrictive bondage and any hope of dislodging the ball stuffed in his mouth was effectively stymied by the leather strapped over half of his face.

They didn't have to wait for long before they met The Curator. Scott expected someone far older and decrepit but was surprised when the man who examined him seemed handsome, with a build rather similar to the hunks he usually acquires for his collections.

"You're worth every penny Scott," he chuckled, sliding a finger along Scott's jawline. "I hope you'll enjoy your first viewing later. I just need a repeat performance of your first livestream," he said. The Curator ignored Scott's muffled curses as he filled two small needles from separate vials. The first needle was a paralytic, causing Scott to lose all control of his body but keep his sense of touch. Henchmen freed Scott from the dolly and bodybag before stripping him fully nude.

"Don't worry, only I will get to see you nude today," The Curator stabbed him with the second needle, a powerful aphrodisiac. His henchmen then positioned Scott in a mummification machine. With a push of a button, Scott could only look on with horror as his body was wrapped tightly with layers of a sticky and stretchy body-fitting material. As the machine circled his legs, The curator came up to Scott and inserted a small plug up his butt coupled with a cock ring round the base of his growing erection.

"One final step," The Curator smiled as the machine reached the level of Scott's bulging pecs. He stretched a layer of the sticky material over Scott's lips, making sure to smooth the material so the contours of his lips were fully visible. "Show time Scottie," he leaned forward to kiss Scott's gagged lips.

Scott realised The curator had timed all of this accurately to where Scott was just beginning to regain control of his muscles. The platform he was standing on lifted and Scott was slowly raised into the floor above.

Flashing lights blinded his eyes and Scott fell backwards against a layer of glass. He blinked and looked around, he was surrounded by glass, a wrapped hunk on full display. "Hmmmpphgghh," he moaned and writhed, and several of museum visitors snapped a few more pictures.

The were others like him, trapped in nearby glass jars. But he was positioned strategically in the centre of the room. It was clear to everyone in attendance, The Curator had acquired a new prized possession....

[Donbrown]

Stories with illustrations are always much appreciated! Glad to see you continued the story, mister!

[gag1195]

How can I get tickets to this museum exhibit?

Great to see more from this story!

[Bradstick]

It’s been awhile since I caught up on this story. I love that was how they got married! Scott taking the bullet was so romantic!

As for this latest scene, absolutely hot. Travis sending Scott in as bait is both incredibly hot and incredibly dumb. Either it will go off perfectly or Travis is gonna end up bound and in a glass jar too.

Also the art of Scott in the chair is amazing. I am a sucker for mummification, and being put on display like that spectacular. I look forward to the next scene!

[Volobond]

Hehehe, what an exciting new adversary. We can only hope Travis' plan is foolproof!

[Guardianbound]

@Donbrown Illustration not my own. But this was a case where inspiration hit me when I saw the picture. Glad you enjoyed

@gag1195 Free admission if you hand over Connor and Peter hahaha.

@Bradstick We shall see where Travis ends up.... Perhaps he's in the crowd somewhere snapping his own pictures.

@Volobond Final evil Villain boss, The Company! Scott did escape from his clutches afterall

[gag1195]

@gag1195 Free admission if you hand over Connor and Peter hahaha.

GASP! That admission price is too high! I could maybe part with Santiago or Kyle, but Connor and Peter? I'd expect to take home a piece of the collection for that price!

[Bradstick]

How can I get tickets to this museum exhibit?

Great to see more from this story!

Follow up question, how does one become an exhibit? Online application? Cause I am quite interested

[Guardianbound]

@gag1195 I'm sure we can arrange a suitable swap. Connor and Peter need to be displayed

@Bradstick Catch the eye of The Curator. Good luck hahaha!

[Guardianbound]

Chapter 20: Watch Your Back

Travis weaved through the crowd in search of his target. He had successfully infiltrated The Curator's gallery disguised as a visitor. His ticket in? He helped The Curator acquire his new prized possession: Scott.

Travis had planned and organised Scott's kidnapping. This was why he knew the exact date and time of his fiancé's capture and why he could assure Scott that he would be unharmed. Travis and his team had, by that point, successfully thwarted multiple attempts by other shadow organisations to acquire Scott, inadvertently increasing his profile and The Curator's interest in acquiring him at all cost. So when a relatively unknown new start-up made an offer to The Curator to deliver Scott to him, he instantly engaged their services.

It did not feel good lying to Scott about how he would be kidnapped but Travis couldn't risk Scott blowing his cover, or the cover of his other agents. The three other men delivered to The Curator in the same shipment were actually Hunt Security men, tasked with aiding the mission after Travis released them or after they found their own means of escape.

Travis' heart skipped a beat as he watched a mummified Scott being raised into his display case but clapped along with the other gallery visitors and snapped a few photos with his phone. "It's like the rest. He's been drugged to keep his cock hard, and rigged with a butt plug and cock ring to force him to struggle and put up a show," Travis thought.

Within seconds, Scott's muscles tensed visibility under The Curator's tight bindings, eliciting many "oooosss" and "aahhhhs" from the visitors. "Thank God there isn't the 'Press Here to Make my Cock Twitch' button present in some of The Curator's other viewings. I'll get you out soon my dear, I promise," he thought.

"Are you regretting your decision to sell him to me?" a well-dressed man stepped up to him. "I wouldn't have been able to display him as well as you have," Travis chuckled. "And I wouldn't have been able to display him without you. Come, I wish to thank you appropriately your services." The Curator linked arms with Travis, bringing him to a private room overseeing the entire gallery.

Travis wondered briefly if he would have developed a crush on The Curator if his mind wasn't in its mission mode as The Curator offered him a glass of wine. He did have a very charming smile which complemented his masculine aura. "To our continued partnership!" Travis smiled, observing from the corner of his eye that The Curator's men had left them alone in the room. "Yes. I wanted to bring you up here to discuss just that," The Curator replied, clinking glasses with Travis. Travis took care to drink only after The Curator had taken a sip.

"I know who you are," The Curator smiled.
"Oh... you do?" Travis said, displaying no fear.
"Michael Hunt would have a stroke if he found out his son was entering the kidnapping business," The Curator followed.
"Children tend to be the opposites of their parents. And it's more lucrative," Travis replied.
The Curator chuckled out loud, "I like you. Another glass?" he stood up, turning his back towards Travis as he refilled their glasses. This was his chance.

Travis crept up behind The Curator and wrestled his arms behind his back, slamming him against the wall. "I like you, I like rough play too. Unfortunately, I'm never the submissive," The Curator said calmly. "What...do..." Travis said. "I see your speech is slurring. Soon your grip on me will loosen, and I'll have to support your weight in my arms," he said.

"The second glass contained the antidote. Which you would have drank if you didn't decide to betray me," The Curator explored Travis' muscular torso with his hands. The Curator personally stripped Travis, pumping his cock to hardness as he worshipped his nipples and pecs. "I had my suspicions from the way you looked at Scott, don't worry you'll see him soon," he said.

***

Scott thought his ordeal would be over when his platform was lowered. "Mmhhhpppgghhhh grrmmmmm???!!!"
"Sorry Scott, there's a new addition to the viewing tonight. I'm sorry I didn't prepare enough cases. But I'm sure you'll be glad to share one with him," The Curator smirked, pushing a struggling mummified Travis beside him.

Travis and Scott groaned as they were lifted again into waiting crowd. The flashes of light seemed endless as everyone in the gallery was drawn to the tightly packed muscle couple. "Mmppgghhhhhh," Travis seemed to apologise, nuzzling against Scott's neck. Scott mustered his best gag talk: [I trust you Travis, you'll get us out]. Scott planted his lips onto Travis', drowning them in a wash of dazzling lights...