I hope Jordan makes the most of it. Great story, buddy, keep it up!
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Just Between Us (M/MMM)
Jordan's adventure rewarded him with new discoveries about himself. It was really sweet of Jaime to help him with that! I hope Jordan makes the most of it.
Great story, buddy, keep it up!
I hope Jordan makes the most of it. Great story, buddy, keep it up!
Yes, it's me in the picture. What are you waiting for to tie me up and gag me?
A very overwhelming experience for his nostrils! Great chapter! Can't wait to see how it ends.
Thank you all for your continued support and interaction with the story
We have now reached the end of Jordan's introduction to bondage and domination, the boys fully rewriting his brain into becoming a stink-loving rope bunny, with Jordan's first experience ending with a bang all over him ;p. As always, enjoy the story and know that this is not the end of little Jordan... he is now part of this world and rest assured he will continue to explore it, one way or another.
@gag1195 @DeeperThanRed @fratboydanny @bondagefreak @KidnappedCowboy @Red86 @60Cancer @Tsuhaya @Snozzberry @harveygasson @OrdinaryWorld @Footsub @socjuc
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JUST BETWEEN US (M/MMM)
EPILOGUE
The year passed rather quickly, and during that, we played countless times. Each session pushed me further, testing my limits, teasing out new desires and kinks I hadn’t even known I had. The teasing turned to challenges, the challenges into dares, and the dares into something else entirely. They pushed me, tested me, broke me down and built me back up in ways I never could have imagined; the signs of true dominance, it really taught me a lot about subbing and doming as well.
Jaime, Bobby, and Nate took their roles seriously; too seriously sometimes. They seemed to make it their personal mission to find new ways to torment me, to leave me sweaty, breathless, squirming, and yet, somehow always wanting more. We experimented with new positions, tighter knots and different materials. There was never a shortage of creativity, nor a shortage of wicked laughter as they found new ways to toy with me. Once, towards the end, two of their teammates joined in Jeremiah and Igor, they all played TUGs before, but they were new to this scene involving me and each one was eviler than the other; One time, Bobby lost a bet against them. His punishment? To be mummified with me; face to face, chest to chest, our sweaty bodies pressed together in only our underwear, squirming, grinding, struggling, our breath mingling as we laughed at the absurdity of it all, reveling in the experience together. He didn’t care. Not about the grinding, not about the heat between us, not even about my boner, grinding against him… because? He had one too. He just threw his head back and laughed. These sessions became our thing, our secret, our unspoken bond that remained just between us. But all good things must come to an end sadly, that is the rule of life.
The three of them had been scouted together for a sports scholarship, a full ride to a different state, different lives were ahead of them now. The day they packed up and left, I felt the weight of it settle in. No more teasing letters or calling me over, no more playful taunts at the dinner table or as they tightened a knot just right, no more nights spent breathless, exhausted, and exhilarated all at once at either of their places; thankfully we did have one last night of saying goodbye, just before they left for school. We sat at the local drive-in, we joked, we reminisced, we pretended this wasn’t the last time, but when the food was gone, and the reality of goodbye finally settled in, the air got heavier.
Bobby was first. A rare, genuine hug. Strong, solid. No words, very rare of him you know; just a quick squeeze and a rough pat on the back before he pulled away.
Nate followed, his grip lingering just a second longer than Bobbys, whispering in my ear with a smirk, “Don’t go getting into trouble without us, yeah?†and then a playful tap on my ass.
Jaime was last. Standing there in his jeans, his classic green jersey and his backward cap.
“Got you something, Jordy.†He grinned, handing me a neatly wrapped box, black paper and a crimson bow.
“What is it?†I said, scanning the box
“Open it when you get home, in your room†giving a big warm comforting hug and a kiss on the forehead, before ruffling my hair and parting away.
Once home, I rushed to my room and plopped on my bed. When I opened it, inside was the shibari book that started it all, now well-worn from use, The pages now creased, full of dog-eared corners and faded notes in the margins with the ink all smudged up. Tucked beside it were several lengths of rope, already broken in, soft yet strong, carrying that familiar musky scent that we all love.
Then, folded carefully at the bottom, were three pairs of socks; worn, now stained yellow, the scent familiar, comforting, it was theirs; my fingers ran over the fabric, it was still moist, heavy, I swallowed hard, all the memories flooding back in. I continued rummaging thru it, and then, at the very bottom of the box, there was a picture, the five of them, grinning, sweaty after some practice; and in the bottom only three signatures stood out, Jaime, Bobby, and Nate with a heart, then I turned the picture over and was met with the message: “Room 115… anytimeâ€. I gave a soft chuckle, running my thumb over the ink with one of the socks on the other hand.
THE END
We have now reached the end of Jordan's introduction to bondage and domination, the boys fully rewriting his brain into becoming a stink-loving rope bunny, with Jordan's first experience ending with a bang all over him ;p. As always, enjoy the story and know that this is not the end of little Jordan... he is now part of this world and rest assured he will continue to explore it, one way or another.
@gag1195 @DeeperThanRed @fratboydanny @bondagefreak @KidnappedCowboy @Red86 @60Cancer @Tsuhaya @Snozzberry @harveygasson @OrdinaryWorld @Footsub @socjuc
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JUST BETWEEN US (M/MMM)
EPILOGUE
The year passed rather quickly, and during that, we played countless times. Each session pushed me further, testing my limits, teasing out new desires and kinks I hadn’t even known I had. The teasing turned to challenges, the challenges into dares, and the dares into something else entirely. They pushed me, tested me, broke me down and built me back up in ways I never could have imagined; the signs of true dominance, it really taught me a lot about subbing and doming as well.
Jaime, Bobby, and Nate took their roles seriously; too seriously sometimes. They seemed to make it their personal mission to find new ways to torment me, to leave me sweaty, breathless, squirming, and yet, somehow always wanting more. We experimented with new positions, tighter knots and different materials. There was never a shortage of creativity, nor a shortage of wicked laughter as they found new ways to toy with me. Once, towards the end, two of their teammates joined in Jeremiah and Igor, they all played TUGs before, but they were new to this scene involving me and each one was eviler than the other; One time, Bobby lost a bet against them. His punishment? To be mummified with me; face to face, chest to chest, our sweaty bodies pressed together in only our underwear, squirming, grinding, struggling, our breath mingling as we laughed at the absurdity of it all, reveling in the experience together. He didn’t care. Not about the grinding, not about the heat between us, not even about my boner, grinding against him… because? He had one too. He just threw his head back and laughed. These sessions became our thing, our secret, our unspoken bond that remained just between us. But all good things must come to an end sadly, that is the rule of life.
The three of them had been scouted together for a sports scholarship, a full ride to a different state, different lives were ahead of them now. The day they packed up and left, I felt the weight of it settle in. No more teasing letters or calling me over, no more playful taunts at the dinner table or as they tightened a knot just right, no more nights spent breathless, exhausted, and exhilarated all at once at either of their places; thankfully we did have one last night of saying goodbye, just before they left for school. We sat at the local drive-in, we joked, we reminisced, we pretended this wasn’t the last time, but when the food was gone, and the reality of goodbye finally settled in, the air got heavier.
Bobby was first. A rare, genuine hug. Strong, solid. No words, very rare of him you know; just a quick squeeze and a rough pat on the back before he pulled away.
Nate followed, his grip lingering just a second longer than Bobbys, whispering in my ear with a smirk, “Don’t go getting into trouble without us, yeah?†and then a playful tap on my ass.
Jaime was last. Standing there in his jeans, his classic green jersey and his backward cap.
“Got you something, Jordy.†He grinned, handing me a neatly wrapped box, black paper and a crimson bow.
“What is it?†I said, scanning the box
“Open it when you get home, in your room†giving a big warm comforting hug and a kiss on the forehead, before ruffling my hair and parting away.
Once home, I rushed to my room and plopped on my bed. When I opened it, inside was the shibari book that started it all, now well-worn from use, The pages now creased, full of dog-eared corners and faded notes in the margins with the ink all smudged up. Tucked beside it were several lengths of rope, already broken in, soft yet strong, carrying that familiar musky scent that we all love.
Then, folded carefully at the bottom, were three pairs of socks; worn, now stained yellow, the scent familiar, comforting, it was theirs; my fingers ran over the fabric, it was still moist, heavy, I swallowed hard, all the memories flooding back in. I continued rummaging thru it, and then, at the very bottom of the box, there was a picture, the five of them, grinning, sweaty after some practice; and in the bottom only three signatures stood out, Jaime, Bobby, and Nate with a heart, then I turned the picture over and was met with the message: “Room 115… anytimeâ€. I gave a soft chuckle, running my thumb over the ink with one of the socks on the other hand.
THE END
Awe cute ending....i thought as I read that the gift just had to be worn socks!
The room number a clue?
Looking forward to the next tale!!
The room number a clue?
Looking forward to the next tale!!
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Snozzberry
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I'm an official State Tester that has been assigned to Jordan to test him on his positions, bondage skills, and total knowledge of things before he can get his "Certificate Of Knowing Stuff". This could take several months, Come on Jorden let's start your testing in the bedroom.
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🖐🖐More of an invitation ;psocjuc wrote: 2 months ago Awe cute ending....i thought as I read that the gift just had to be worn socks!
The room number a clue?
Looking forward to the next tale!!
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harveygasson
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Very fun story. And I'm sure a visit to continue their fun is just what he needs.
A great little bittersweet ending! I hope this isn't the last we see of these boys! College visit, anyone???
Fun story. He is definitely in to deep and will no doubt have more fun in the future. Maybe a visit to college will renew that fun and maybe open other doors. They always say when one door closes, another opens. The possibilities are endless!!
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That’s was a very fun story! I loved the facesitting and the bag full of used items. I’m excited to see what other stories you come up with, your writing is fantastic
