Dylan laid on his couch after a long day of unpacking, with so much left to do. He just moved to an amazing deal on a 3 bedroom industrial apartment. The exposed brick and timber was such a nice touch. He couldn’t wait to be duct taped to the wall or use the support beams to their full potential. Plus, the third bedroom would be nice to have a dedicated playroom that he wouldn’t have to put away any time he had a guest over.
Just as he pulled out his phone, Dylan heard a knock at the door. It must be the landlord, Ben. He had complained about how the lights in some rooms wouldn’t turn on and the kitchen sink was leaky. Ben had promptly apologized for not catching those in the moveout inspection and promised to come today to address them.
As Dylan opened the door he did a double take, or two. He hadn’t expected the landlord to be his age, or this hot. Standing before him, or practically over him was a 6 foot 3 man that clearly hit the gym regularly. His white polo much tighter at the top, with the short sleeves hugging his biceps. His blue jeans were similarly well filled. Dylan was no stranger to the gym, maintaining his lean and slightly muscular aesthetic, but this man could probably ragdoll him.
“Hey man, sorry again about immediately needing repairs at move in. I really should have noticed that,” Ben apologized, flexing one arm as he scratched his neck.
“Uh no worries. . . Thanks for coming out so fast. On a weekend too.”
“It’s the least I could do, bro. Mind if I come in?” Ben definitely had some frat boy mannerisms. It was the first time a landlord had called Dylan a bro.
“Oh, um, of course.” Dylan stepped out of Ben’s way as he walked in.
“I think the lights may be a bad breaker and I’ve got a few spares, but with the sink if it needs more than a tightening I’ll need to go out to get the parts, but I’ll come right back.”
“Sounds good. Thanks!” Dylan excused himself and went to his office/guest room to scroll on his computer while he waited to have his apartment back to himself.
Not long passed before Ben was back, “Hey man, so the new breaker fixed the issue, but you don’t know where the electric panel is, do you?”
“Uh no, I don’t remember seeing it yet. Is it in the hallway or something?”
“No. Let me show you. In case a need to reset a breaker while you’re here.” Ben started walking into the living room as Dylan followed.
Dylan’s heart started pounding as Ben walked into the room he had chosen to be his playroom. Dylan stopped following when he saw Ben open the closet door with all of his kink gear on full display. “Oh”
“Yeah it was right behind your sleepsack.”
Dylan couldn’t think of anything to say. Ben had seen everything, he was bringing it up. Dylan just remained silent to see what Ben wanted to do.
“Kneel boi”
“uhhhhhh what?” Dylan stammered as he processed what was happening.
“You heard me boi. Kneel. A dom may have a couple butt plugs but definitely not as many as you have. You’re a little bitch that needs to be put in his place. And you’ll address me as Sir from now on. I do own the very floor you walk on after all.”
His tone had shifted. The laid back jock was replaced by someone that expected to be obeyed. Dylan got to his knees. Ben was right after all, Dylan was a sub and from looks alone he was definitely willing to sub for Ben at least once. Even if this will make his rental situation a little more complicated.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good boi. It seems you can listen once you learn who you’re talking to.” Ben walked up to Dylan. “Kiss my shoe,” Ben ordered as he placed his sneakered foot in front of Dylan.
Dylan studied Ben’s smirking face for a moment before obeying. You could tell he enjoyed being obeyed. “Yes Sir.” Dylan repeated as he bent down to kiss the top of the worn out sneaker.
As he started to straighten up, he heard Ben say, “Stay down boi. Keep your mouth on my sneaker. I’ll tell you when you’re done.”
Dylan returned to the sneaker leaving his lips in contact with the shoe and waited. When Dylan finally took a breath, it hit him. That shoe had definitely seen some gym time. Ben must have noticed Dylan’s reaction as he said, “Yeah these have definitely been around boi, and I sweat like a real man. Take a few more deep breaths and then you can get back up.”
Dylan did as commanded, breathing in deeply. The shoes smelled bad, but not overwhelming from the outside, it was still a hot musk. His hand went to his jeans to readjust. “uh uh uh. Hands off boi. I’ll decide when your dicklet has earned some attention.”
Dylan eagerly obeyed, really enjoying Ben’s demanding personality. Ben then gently kicked him off his foot. “Damn boi, I usually use these as punishments, but I may have to make them a treat for your horny ass.”
“Yes Sir.” Dylan said, wondering what it would be like to have the shoes duct taped over his nose.
“Ok boi, I need to go to the store to get some parts for the sink. How do you feel about a little time out while I’m gone for hiding your electric panel from me.”
“Yes Sir. I should not have hidden it from you.” Dylan said wryly, playing along with the game.
Ben smirked at Dylan’s half submissive half bratty response and pat his cheek condescendingly. “We’re going to have so much fun together boi. Now strip naked and stand against the beam in your living room.
“Yes Sir.” Was all Dylan said as he complied. His excited dick stood strong as stripping made him feel vulnerable in the most erotic way. Before him was a strong man that owned the ground he walked on and Dylan wasn’t even allowed clothes in his own apartment.
Dylan stood patiently against the wood beam while Ben brought out the pallet wrap and duct tape he must have spotted in the closet. Ben had Dylan step away from the beam and hold his arms out with his hands in fists while he used the pallet wrap to cover him from neck to ankle, wrapping all of his limbs individually. When Ben got to Dylan’s waist he held out an athletic cup and pressed it over Dylan’s upright dick and balls. With another tell tale knowing smile, “Not sure you’ll have earned any attention down there by the time I get back, but I like to keep my options open.”
“Yes Sir,” was again Dylan’s only reply.
Once Ben had finished wrapping everything individually in pallet wrap, he wrapped Dylan neck to toe with the pallet wrap, this time with his arms and legs together. Finally, he put down the pallet wrap and picked up the duct tape. Dylan love the feeling as Ben slowly edged up from his ankles mummifying him in duct tape. The pallet wrap was fun and a necessary step, but the lack of give and stretch of duct tape made him feel so much more secure.
“How about we make this a little more fun than just securing you to the beam? You should be entertained while I’m away after all” Ben said as he walked to the dining room table and grabbed two chairs. Dylan kept quiet sensing that Ben was not asking a question and that a response may be to his own detriment.
Ben placed one chair right in front of the wooden beam and the other to the side. Without showing any effort, Ben lifted Dylan’s cocooned form unceremoniously and placed him standing on the chair. Ben then wrapped more and more duct tape around Dylan’s already cocooned form and the wooden beam, until he needed the second chair to finish with my shoulders.
Once he was finished, Ben stepped to the ground and pulled the chair out from under his captive. Dylan might have fallen a fraction of an inch but was held up over a foot off the ground by the duct tape.
“There you go. I figured if you were going to be hanging around you might as well be hanging around.” Ben joked as he patted Dylan’s dick through the cup and layers of adhesive. Dylan groaned in pleasure. “Uh uh uh. You’re nowhere near getting that kind of pleasure yet, boi. I still have work to do after all.”
Dylan’s only response was to whimper.
“Don’t sound too sad, boi. We’ll have all day once I get back from the store. . . Anyways, once we get started I don’t think you’ll be so sad about the time you got to relax.”
“Do you play that rough, Sir?” Dylan fretted. While worried, he still felt his already hard dick strain against the athletic cup holding it in place.
Ben pat Dylan on the cheek a few times before saying, “Don’t worry. I won’t give you more than you can handle, but I will give you everything you can handle often.”
Dylan was still anxious but those words made his dick strain even more in it’s confined space. “Yes Sir”
“Good Boi. Now I’m going to get going. Hang tight I’ll be back soon… or I won’t” Ben smirked. Ben was halfway to the door when he turned around with a mischievous look on his face. “You know I kept getting so many noise complaints last week. I’d hate to get more while I’m out. I think we better keep you quiet.”
Ben took off his shoe and sock, putting the shoe back on before holding the worn out, yellowing sock up to Dylan’s nose. Dylan winced, “Do you ever wash those?”
“Nope.” Ben beamed. “Now open up.”
Dylan had enough experience to know where this was going but wanted to play with his new captor. He kept his mouth shut, clenching his teeth.
“Naughty Boi.” Ben chuckled. “Guess we’ll get to do this the fun way.” Ben placed his large, strong hand over Dylan’s mouth and nose blocking any attempts to breathe. It wasn’t long before Dylan started feeling the burning in his chest and started squirming against his bonds involuntarily. Ben still held firm even as Dylan began whining into his hand gag. Dylan felt like he was thrashing when really the duct tape held his body so securely that he could barely move a fraction of an inch and Ben’s hand held his face in place.
Long after Dylan felt desperate for air, Ben lifted his hand from Dylan’s mouth while keeping his nose pinched. As Dylan gasped for air, the expected sock was shoved with Ben’s hand holding it in place.
Dylan squirmed in his bonds as Ben wrapped duct tape around his head and then around his head and the beam. The sock tasted of man sweat, weeks of it. It was gross but Dylan had a strong fetish for athletic smells and loved to hate it, simultaneously savoring and repulsed by the alpha male’s sock. What little movement he had left in his head was now restricted with his head secured to the beam, Dylan’s vision more or less restricted to what was directly in front of him.
Dylan moaned into his gag before testing it out, “mmphan?” he croaked unsuccessfully.
Ben broke into laughter. “You horny fuck. Did you just say “again?” Dylan nodded as much as he could with his head secured against the beam. Ben ruffled Dylan’s hair, “You are going to be such a fun little bitch to mess with, but I really do want to get your sink fixed today.”
Ben left without another word. As he closed the door behind him, Dylan could hear the lock latch. Dylan contemplated the implications beyond no one coming in to help him. Giving this Dom a key was meaningless. He owned the room and could enter whenever he wanted to toy with Dylan.
Dylan’s thoughts drifted from possibility to possibility. All of them fixed on Ben. Some excitedly daydreaming of every perfect combination of bondage play they could have together. Others more anxious about how intertwined Ben would be in his life regardless of how things went. Others just imagining what it would be like for Ben to fuck him vanilla or in bondage. He wanted to see that man shirtless.
After a while Dylan’s thoughts slowed. He couldn’t see a clock but knew that Ben had to be taking his time to get whatever part he needed. Dylan couldn’t quite fall asleep but rather rested his eyes as best he could with an empty mind.
After some unknowable amount of time of relaxing into his bondage, Dylan heard the door open and saw Ben walking through, holding presumably what he needed to fix the sink. Dylan squirmed in his bonds, eager for attention, but Ben paid him no mind at all, closing the door and walking to the kitchen sink.
Dylan mphed into his gag indignantly, but Ben simply ignored him as he got to work. After maybe another twenty minutes Ben stood up from the sink and reviewed his work nodding to himself. Then he walked to the door.
Dylan practically screamed into his gag as Ben left and locked the door behind him. He had no idea how long Ben planned to be gone this time. He had grown sweaty in his bonds, and while Dylan was eager to play, at this point he’d rather just be free than hanging bored indefinitely.
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The Landlord (M/M) - Chapter 2 (5/30)
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The Landlord (M/M) - Chapter 2 (5/30)
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This is really hot! Strong start and very fun situation
Current Series: The Kidnap Game
A game of cat and mouse between a kidnapper and the men trying to catch him
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What a treat of a story so far! I wonder just how many people in this building are getting the same treatment with all those noise complaints!
Wow, totally hot! I wish I had a hot landlord do this to me!
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It was maybe five minutes this time before Ben came through the door smiling. “Had you going there didn’t I? You know you really shouldn’t let people you don’t know tie you up without discussing the scene first. Maybe I’m really into leaving you tied up for 24 hours unattended.”
Dylan mphhed indignantly. Ben nearly pat his cheek and ruffled his hair condescendingly again. “How’s it hanging up there?”
Dylan mmpphhhed annoyed.
“Do you have anything important to say if I were to ungag you? There will be consequences if I decide it wasn’t important enough.”
Dylan thought about it for a second before deciding to try to shake his head no and vocalize “uh uh” as best he could through the gag. The worn sock had saturated his mouth with Ben’s foot musk, and he was sweaty and growing sore in this position, but not so bad that he needed out, especially if they were about to have some fun.
“Good boi. I seem to remember you wanting more breath play before I left. I think that’s a good place as any to start playing with my new toy,” Ben joked to himself before placing one hand over Dylan’s gagged mouth, covering his nostrils.
Dylan squirmed. His lungs were burning even faster this time and it was not long before he was writhing pathetically within the few fractions of an inch his bonds allowed. Long after Dylan grew desperate for air, Ben finally released his hold. However, when Dylan breathed in the fresh air, he was immediately repulsed. Opening his eyes, he saw Ben holding his shoe up to his face covering his nostrils.
The shoe smelled every bit as manly as Dylan could gauge from smelling the outside before. If he was able to whiff at his leisure, he’d jerk off to it and cum in no time. However, unexpectedly forced to take deep breaths from it after being on the brink of fainting, made Dylan’s stomach churn. Dylan whined pathetically into his gag.
“Relax boi, you’ll get used to it. Hell, you’ll probably even beg for it eventually. If you weren’t gagged, I’d make you thank me for letting you smell a real man’s scent.”
Dylan made a few more sad whining noises into his gag before looking down and doing his best to mph, “Yes Sir.”
Ben laughed again, “You’re such a submissive little fuck, aren’t you? Going to do whatever I say, just because a real man tells you?”
The shoe still pressed against Dylan’s nose, he tried his best to shrug. When tied up so securely he really leaned into submission. When untied, Dylan leans to be a little bit of a brat.
“Oh no? Not going to do whatever I say? We’ll see about that, boi.” Ben said as he removed his shoe from Dylan’s face and covered hand gagged him again covering his nostrils. Ben kept his hand in place until Dylan was once again fighting his bonds with his full strength, insufficient as it was. As he replaced his hand with his shoe, Ben commanded, “Take deep breaths to learn what a real man smells like, boi.”
Dylan involuntarily complied, needing air one way or another. Ben smirked, “See? I do think you’ll do whatever I tell you.”
Even as he was catching his breath, Dylan had enough composure to roll his eyes at that claim.
“No? Need more convincing?” Ben repeated the cycle a few more times, holding Dylan’s airways shut until he was writhing desperately, then ordering him to breath deep breaths from his shoe. Eventually Ben ordered that he must say “Thank you Sir.” As best as Dylan could through the gag.
When Dylan tested him on this, Ben merely removed the shoe, replaced his hand, and left Dylan squirming without the reprieve to catch his breath. Then Ben let Dylan take a single breath through his shoe before repeating. After a few rounds of breath play with only a single breath in between, Ben allowed Dylan to breath through his shoe like normal again. On his third breath, Dylan hastily mpppphed “Thank you Sir.”
Ben patted Dylan’s cheek again, “That’s a good boi. I knew you had it in you.” After a few more rounds of holding Dylan’s breath and then letting him catch it through Ben’s shoe, Ben decided they’d had enough breath play for now.
Sitting down in front of his still suspend sub, Ben asked, “Ticklish?”
Dylan groaned. He was and knew that nothing would change the fact that he was about to be tickled. Dylan made a few involuntary, as he felt Ben’s strong hands playfully caress his feet. Then Ben went into full tickle mode. The involuntary writhing rivaled the breath play just moments before, yet the tape had not loosened in the least so every struggle was still just a fraction of an inch.
“You know, I think you deserve to smell something nice, while you’re pleasing me so well with all your little struggles.” Unexpectedly, Ben applied some duct tape to Dylan’s eyes so he could not see anything. Dylan thought he heard the sound of a belt and fabric dropping to the floor. The next thing he knows Ben is removing the duct tape from his eyes and still fully clothed but holding a dirty gray jock strap in his hand. “Sorry boi, I’m spoiling you way too much for our first session anyway. If you want to see more of my body, you’re going to have to earn that.”
Dylan didn’t know what he’d have to do to earn it, but he desperately wanted to see more of Ben’s manly body.
Dylan watched as Ben maneuvered the jock strap over his head so that the crotch was right in front of his nose. Ben knots the jock strap in the back so that it stays tight against Dylan’s face. At least, with the minimal squirming Dylan is able to achieve, the jock strap isn’t going anywhere.
Once Ben was confident the jock strap is secure, he ordered, “Take a deep breath. I’ve been wearing that to the gym for over a month.” Complying with the command, Dylan did so and immediately felt mixed emotions. While not as all encompassing as the shoe, the jock strap certainly had it’s own aroma to be proud of. Like the shoe, if he were able to hold it at a certain distance and smell at his leisure, he would cum in no time. As it was, firmly secured to his face and fully saturating every breath, Dylan felt his stomach churn.
“Okay boi, now that that’s taken care of, let’s get back to the fun.” Ben said as he sat at Dylan’s feet. The tickling began in full force again and Dylan squirmed to no avoid in his cocoon. He was laughing hard, but all that came out were various muffles through the gag. Every breath was filled with Ben’s manly crotch musk. Damn, Dylan wanted to suck the real thing so bad at this point.
“You have a pretty laugh boi. I think we’ll need to do this often.” Ben announced during a short pause in his tickling assault. Ben continued tickling for minutes on end, occasionally giving a few moments for Dylan to catch his breath. Not that those moments were entirely peaceful, with Dylan having more capacity to realize the quality of air he was breathing through the jock strap.
After what seemed like forever, Ben stood up leaving Dylan’s exposed, dangling feet behind. “I love a good mummification, and we’re definitely not going to let all the effort getting you here go to waste, but it definitely can be limiting with most your body protected from me.”
Ben pressed against the cup covering Dylan’s cock and balls and Dylan moaned. He was so horny after all this attention from Ben. He wanted to cum so bad. “I normally wouldn’t give this thing any attention so early, but since I’ve already played with everything else that’s exposed, might as well. Do you want me to give your sad little cock and balls some attention, boi?”
Dylan moaned an emphatic yes through his gag. Squirming in anticipation, practically humping against the duct tape holding him in place.
“Ok boi. If you insist.” Ben smirked as he took out a knife and carefully cut the duct tape near the edge of the cup. Once Ben, freed the cup he starting stroking Dylan’s dick. “Is this what you wanted, boi?”
Dylan again moaned an emphatic yes, using what little freedom he had to buck his hips into Ben’s strong hand.
“Too bad. I’ve got other plans.” Ben stopped stroking and gave Dylan’s balls a few firm smacks.
Dylan gasped into his gag, but his dick stayed hard, and he humped the air more in frustration than pain.
“Hold on boi, I think I saw a few toys for this in your closet.” Ben left and came back holding some toys behind his back. “Can’t ruin the whole surprise. You already know it’s going to be your balls that get attention,” Ben said as he placed the toys down to the side where Dylan couldn’t see.
“Beg me to crush your balls.” Ben said. Dylan took a moment too long to process as Ben started slapping his balls even harder than before. “I said, beg me to crush your balls, boi.”
Dylan, catching on, started whining into his gag and giving Ben his best puppy dog eyes. “You want me to crush your balls, boi?” Ben smirked his trademark smile saying he knew he was in control. Dylan nodded as best he could in response and whined more through his gag. He would have been into the ball crushing regardless, but the way Ben forced him to beg for the pain made his hard cock strain in the air.
“You’re such a sad little bitch. Not minutes after your sad little dick finally gets some attention, you’re begging for me to hurt your balls instead. . . But if you insist.” Ben maneuvered Dylan into the ball crusher and gave the knob a few twists until it was secure but didn’t hurt yet.
“Is this enough or do you want more, boi? One grunt for more, two for enough.” Dylan grunted once. If he was going to have his balls tortured they might as well hurt. Apparently, it was a test as Ben smirked, saying, “Good boi,” before tightening the ball crusher further. Now Dylan’s balls ached. Not the worst he’d ever had done to them but definitely would not be bearable indefinitely.
“Do you want more boi?” Dylan again grunted once into his gag, not sure how long he would be forced to hold out, but he was thinking with his dick. Again, Ben called Dylan a good boi before tightening the ball crusher further. Now it was near Dylan’s max. He whimpered into his gag as knob turned feeling pain surge through his balls and radiating to his stomach.
“Do you want more boi?” This time Dylan grunted twice and whined pitiably. Well maybe pitiably to someone other than Ben, as he turned the knob one more time before watching the effects. Dylan grunted hard into his gag and breathed deeply through the jock strap still attached to his face. His body took turns squirming against the pain and trying to settle and calmly accept it.
“Do you want more boi?” Panicked Dylan screamed twice into his gag. “Looks like we found your sweet spot boi.” Ben rubbed Dylan’s cheek reassuringly. “You can do it, breathe through the pain.”
Dylan was breathing deep and hard trying to accept the pain that was more intense than he’d ever put himself through. Accepting the pain or not, his dick was rock hard.
Ben let Dylan squirm a little longer before turning the knob back to where it was. “Good boi,” Ben said, continuing to rub Dylan’s cheek. Dylan moaned in relief as what he previously felt would be unbearable long term felt like sweet relief in comparison.
“Be honest, boi. Did you enjoy the thrill of going further than you wanted or was that too much?” Dylan gave it some thought before grunting once. He liked the loss of control and the pain, while unbearable, was so hot at the same time. Ben smirked, “Little pain slut. Good to know.”
Ben proceeded to tighten the knob once again, leaving Dylan panting in pain. This time though, instead of letting Dylan pant Ben hand gagged him covering his nostrils over the gray jockstrap. Dylan whined pathetically through the gag. “I would give your dick some attention for encouragement, but at this point I think you may be one stroke away from shooting.”
One stroke may have been an exaggeration, but Dylan did feel incredibly horny as the aching in his balls grew along side the burning in his lungs. Dylan just kept whining. As horny as he was this was still too much for him to consciously choose, not that he was the one that got to choose at the moment. He wanted it to stop. Actually, he wanted to cum and then for it to stop.
Ben let Dylan have a single breath of air before covering his nostrils once again. “You’re doing so well, boi. Just a little longer.” Ben said supportively as if he wasn’t the one singlehandedly inflicting the pain.
Once Dylan started thrashing again, Ben removed his hand from Dylan’s face and loosened the knob of the ball crusher. “Okay boi. How are you feeling?” Dylan just whined exhausted. “Do you think you can handle another round?” Dylan released two soft breaths of air from his nose, too tired to make a full grunt.
Ben grabbed Dylan’s still fully erect dick. “Do you think you could handle another round if I let you cum during it?” Dylan thought longer on this one. He was so drained, but cumming would be a nice completion to the long bondage session after being horny for so long. Eventually, Dylan made a single weak grunt.
Ben smirked. “So you do have more in you.” He cranked the knob tighter once more and covered Dylan’s nostrils. Dylan squirmed at first before thrashing the millimeters he was able. The whole time, Ben kept a grip on his dick but made no move to stroke it. Dylan tried to hump Ben’s hand but could not move enough to get off.
Ben once again let Dylan have one deep breath before replacing his hand blocking his air. Dylan’s small thrusts were methodical, although even the minimal thrusting he accomplished managed to radiate pain in his balls as they dangled. Eventually the lack of air turned his methodical thrusting into wild thrashing.
Ben let go, loosened the knob and stepped back. “Guess you didn’t want to cum bad enough. Oh well, bois like you are more fun when they’re horny anyway.” Dylan merely panted. “Ok, boi I think you’ve had enough pain for now. Would you rather be released completely, or I can take you off the beam and lay you on your bed, cuddling until you’re ready for more?”
Dylan’s body ached from the tight bondage holding him in one position for so long, but even drained as he was, he wouldn’t mind some time feeling Ben pressed up against him. Especially if there was no more pain for the time being. Dylan grunted twice for the second option.
Ben smiled affectionately, “I was hoping you’d choose that one.” Ben removed the ball crusher entirely, giving Dylan such immense relief he moaned in pleasure. He placed the chair back under Dylan’s hanging feet and cut the tape securing Dylan to the wooden beam before lifting his cocooned body over his shoulder like he was nothing. When they got to the bed, Ben placed him down much more gently than he’d manhandled Dylan before.
“Do you want to keep my jockstrap on, or breathe the free air again while we cuddle?” Dylan grunted once. He had gone numb to the worst of the jockstrap and at this point the smell was one of the things keeping him horny enough to tolerate the ordeal. Ben smiled warmly, “Good boi.”
Ben laid down on the bed beside Dylan, maneuvering them both so that Ben was holding Dylan as the big spoon. He would occasionally give Dylan’s cocooned form a reassuring squeeze or fondle Dylan’s pecs through the many layers of tape. The fondling didn’t give Dylan much stimulation to his sensitive nipples, but just the feeling and attention made him feel warm.
“You did really well today, boi. I had a lot of fun.” Ben complimented, softer than he’d been in the living room. “Did you have fun?”
Dylan grunted once sleepily. Today was more intense than he had been used to, but it had also been so hot losing so much control. He was exhausted though and felt he could dose off at any moment.
“Was there any point where I went too far and shouldn’t repeat?”
Dylan thought longer on that one. Going further than he agreed to was definitely new for him, but it didn’t really go that much further or for that long. Ben had read his body language well enough to bring him to the edge of what he could bear. Dylan eventually decided to grunt twice.
“If that changes, you’ll let me know right, boi?” Ben’s voice took back some of its earlier commanding tone. Dylan grunted once agreeably.
“Was there anywhere I didn’t go far enough that bored you or just didn’t get you to your maximum enjoyable tolerance?” Ben asked, returning to his soft and caring tone.
Dylan thought on that one too. He’d been brought to the edge of his limits pretty consistently, thrashing much of the time he was on the beam. In hindsight, maybe he could have been tickled longer until his was more desperate for it to stop. Or there could have been more times during breath play where he was only allowed to breathe once before the next round. Although Ben had already shown himself to be such a rough Dom when he wanted to be and Dylan didn’t want to give him too many ideas. In the end, Dylan just wiggled a little and grunted three times, breaking their agreed upon code.
“Naughty boi,” Ben laughed as he gave Dylan a mild tap to the balls.
“I noticed a carrara chastity belt in your closet when I was looking for your breaker. Are you able to wear that long term?”
Dylan grunted once, anxious but excited about where this could be going.
“You’re a really cute boi, and how much pain you can take is really fun for me. I’d like to do this again, and I think it’d be really hot if before I freed you I put you in chastity and held the keys until we played again. Do you want to be my locked bitch? At least until next time?”
Dylan grunted once emphatically. In truth he was planning to jerk off once Ben left if he never got the chance before then, but having a guaranteed future meet up with this adonis sounded amazing. Not to mention he’d be even hornier next time from his time in chastity. Granted he would be putting a lot of trust in someone he just met, but this was his landlord, it’s not like he could truly disappear on him.
“Horny slut,” Ben laughed again as he gave Dylan’s balls another slap. Dylan grunted indignantly. “Don’t sound so grumpy; I see that you’re enjoying it.” Dylan merely grumbled a little more into his gag. “You’re such a cute boi”
To this, Dylan moaned affectionately and snuggled into Ben. Ben squeezed Dylan in return. They lay like that in silence for some time before Dylan eventually nodded off to sleep. He was awoken to a few gentle squeezes from Ben. “I’ve got to get going.”
Dylan, only half awake, didn’t process the implied I’ll untie you first in Ben’s tone and started squirming in his bonds. “Relax boi,” Ben chuckled, “I didn’t forget you’re tied up. I’ll free you. . . mostly.” Ben smirked.
Ben started by expanding the free area around the crotch to Dylan’s whole waste. Then Ben freed Dylan’s legs, but before doing anything further, Ben playfully shoved Dylan back onto the bed. Dylan fell with a bounce onto his back.
“I haven’t forgotten the chastity, you agreed to,” Ben said as he went to the closet and returned with a full carrara chastity belt. Ben maneuvered Dylan to put on and lock the chastity device. Fortunately, Dylan didn’t have any morning wood to contend with. “Do you have any other keys beyond these two?”
Dylan grunted twice. “Good boi,” Ben patted Dylan’s cheek. “Now that your little dicklet is locked, making mine the only real dick between us, would you like to give it some attention before I leave boi?”
Dylan grunted once enthusiastically. His dick already trying to grow downward within its new cage.
As Ben went to take off the jock strap and gag, he commanded, “Do not speak unless it is an emergency. The only thing your mouth should be used for right now is pleasuring a real man’s dick. Got it, boi?”
Dylan again grunted once, horny as ever being degraded by someone clearly stronger than him.
Ben ruffled Dylan’s hair, “I knew you’d be a good little bitch.” He removed the jockstrap and unwound the several layers of duct tape before finally removing the now soaked sock. Ben started to undo his belt before pausing. “You’ve been such a good boi, but I still don’t think you’ve earned the right to see my dick yet.”
Ben grabbed a bandanna and tied it around Dylan’s eyes, blindfolding him. Next he maneuvered Dylan such that he was kneeling on the ground, before he finally undid and dropped his pants. “Ok boi. Open up.”
Dylan did so obediently and took what he could of Ben’s cock in his mouth. Ben let Dylan lead at first, kissing, sucking, bobbing. Then he gently but firmly placed his hands behind Ben’s head and started thrusting himself, going only to the back of Dylan’s mouth. With each moan of pleasure Dylan let out, Ben would get slightly rougher, going a little deeper, which only made Dylan moan more. Eventually Dylan was taking Ben’s whole cock with each thrust and moaning to show his appreciation.
When Ben got close he pulled out. Dylan heard him orgasm, but didn’t feel any cum landing on him. Staying obedient, Dylan didn’t ask anything. After he heard Ben put on his pants and redo his belt, Dylan felt a sock being placed in front of his mouth. It smelled like Ben, but it was dry so it must have been his other one. Horny and a little too worn out to struggle, Dylan accepted this sock easily.
Ben mocked the obedience, “No fight this time? Someone must still be sleepy from his nap.” He then placed what Dylan assumed was his leather muzzle around his head. He pulled each strap tightly before securing the buckles with padlocks. Next Dylan felt a chain wrapped around his ankle and locked before hearing it locked to something else.
Ben cut Dylan’s upper body free at last, and Dylan stretched out all the soreness he’d been accumulating.
“Okay I’m leaving now, boi. I had a lot of fun, but I did a lot of work to put you in your place, so to make sure the lesson is reinforced, I’m going to leave you naked and still bound at least somewhat. Your phone and the lockbox holding the keys to your muzzle and the chain around your ankle are on the bed. You may remove your blindfold once you hear me leave. I’ll text you the combination. . . at some point. See you next time, boi.”
Dylan listened to Ben walk away, open and close the front door, and even the latch as it was locked. It wasn’t long after he removed the blindfold, that he realized Ben’s dry sock came with an extra surprise. He had cum into it.
Dylan moaned into his gag, but was unable to get the sock out even with his hands free. He didn’t love the taste of cum and now his mouth would be marinated with it until Ben sent the combo to take off the muzzle.
Dylan tried to forget about the sock, mostly unsuccessfully. Although, at least consciously he turned his attention to the chain. It was locked to another beam in the bedroom. The chain gave him just enough freedom to use the attached bathroom, but not leave the bedroom.
Quickly becoming bored and wanting any distraction to forget the sock, Dylan started scrolling through his phone while laying on the bed. After hours of scrolling on his phone and just wanting to go to bed, Dylan got a text from Ben, “I hope you’ve been enjoying the surprise I left you, boi. 4839”
Dylan’s hand absentmindedly went to jerk his dick, being rebuffed by the metal cage around his crotch. He merely texted back, “Thank you for the amazing day, Sir. I can’t wait for next time.” He received no response as he unlocked and removed the muzzle and chain. It did not take long for Dylan to fall asleep after such a long day.
Dylan mphhed indignantly. Ben nearly pat his cheek and ruffled his hair condescendingly again. “How’s it hanging up there?”
Dylan mmpphhhed annoyed.
“Do you have anything important to say if I were to ungag you? There will be consequences if I decide it wasn’t important enough.”
Dylan thought about it for a second before deciding to try to shake his head no and vocalize “uh uh” as best he could through the gag. The worn sock had saturated his mouth with Ben’s foot musk, and he was sweaty and growing sore in this position, but not so bad that he needed out, especially if they were about to have some fun.
“Good boi. I seem to remember you wanting more breath play before I left. I think that’s a good place as any to start playing with my new toy,” Ben joked to himself before placing one hand over Dylan’s gagged mouth, covering his nostrils.
Dylan squirmed. His lungs were burning even faster this time and it was not long before he was writhing pathetically within the few fractions of an inch his bonds allowed. Long after Dylan grew desperate for air, Ben finally released his hold. However, when Dylan breathed in the fresh air, he was immediately repulsed. Opening his eyes, he saw Ben holding his shoe up to his face covering his nostrils.
The shoe smelled every bit as manly as Dylan could gauge from smelling the outside before. If he was able to whiff at his leisure, he’d jerk off to it and cum in no time. However, unexpectedly forced to take deep breaths from it after being on the brink of fainting, made Dylan’s stomach churn. Dylan whined pathetically into his gag.
“Relax boi, you’ll get used to it. Hell, you’ll probably even beg for it eventually. If you weren’t gagged, I’d make you thank me for letting you smell a real man’s scent.”
Dylan made a few more sad whining noises into his gag before looking down and doing his best to mph, “Yes Sir.”
Ben laughed again, “You’re such a submissive little fuck, aren’t you? Going to do whatever I say, just because a real man tells you?”
The shoe still pressed against Dylan’s nose, he tried his best to shrug. When tied up so securely he really leaned into submission. When untied, Dylan leans to be a little bit of a brat.
“Oh no? Not going to do whatever I say? We’ll see about that, boi.” Ben said as he removed his shoe from Dylan’s face and covered hand gagged him again covering his nostrils. Ben kept his hand in place until Dylan was once again fighting his bonds with his full strength, insufficient as it was. As he replaced his hand with his shoe, Ben commanded, “Take deep breaths to learn what a real man smells like, boi.”
Dylan involuntarily complied, needing air one way or another. Ben smirked, “See? I do think you’ll do whatever I tell you.”
Even as he was catching his breath, Dylan had enough composure to roll his eyes at that claim.
“No? Need more convincing?” Ben repeated the cycle a few more times, holding Dylan’s airways shut until he was writhing desperately, then ordering him to breath deep breaths from his shoe. Eventually Ben ordered that he must say “Thank you Sir.” As best as Dylan could through the gag.
When Dylan tested him on this, Ben merely removed the shoe, replaced his hand, and left Dylan squirming without the reprieve to catch his breath. Then Ben let Dylan take a single breath through his shoe before repeating. After a few rounds of breath play with only a single breath in between, Ben allowed Dylan to breath through his shoe like normal again. On his third breath, Dylan hastily mpppphed “Thank you Sir.”
Ben patted Dylan’s cheek again, “That’s a good boi. I knew you had it in you.” After a few more rounds of holding Dylan’s breath and then letting him catch it through Ben’s shoe, Ben decided they’d had enough breath play for now.
Sitting down in front of his still suspend sub, Ben asked, “Ticklish?”
Dylan groaned. He was and knew that nothing would change the fact that he was about to be tickled. Dylan made a few involuntary, as he felt Ben’s strong hands playfully caress his feet. Then Ben went into full tickle mode. The involuntary writhing rivaled the breath play just moments before, yet the tape had not loosened in the least so every struggle was still just a fraction of an inch.
“You know, I think you deserve to smell something nice, while you’re pleasing me so well with all your little struggles.” Unexpectedly, Ben applied some duct tape to Dylan’s eyes so he could not see anything. Dylan thought he heard the sound of a belt and fabric dropping to the floor. The next thing he knows Ben is removing the duct tape from his eyes and still fully clothed but holding a dirty gray jock strap in his hand. “Sorry boi, I’m spoiling you way too much for our first session anyway. If you want to see more of my body, you’re going to have to earn that.”
Dylan didn’t know what he’d have to do to earn it, but he desperately wanted to see more of Ben’s manly body.
Dylan watched as Ben maneuvered the jock strap over his head so that the crotch was right in front of his nose. Ben knots the jock strap in the back so that it stays tight against Dylan’s face. At least, with the minimal squirming Dylan is able to achieve, the jock strap isn’t going anywhere.
Once Ben was confident the jock strap is secure, he ordered, “Take a deep breath. I’ve been wearing that to the gym for over a month.” Complying with the command, Dylan did so and immediately felt mixed emotions. While not as all encompassing as the shoe, the jock strap certainly had it’s own aroma to be proud of. Like the shoe, if he were able to hold it at a certain distance and smell at his leisure, he would cum in no time. As it was, firmly secured to his face and fully saturating every breath, Dylan felt his stomach churn.
“Okay boi, now that that’s taken care of, let’s get back to the fun.” Ben said as he sat at Dylan’s feet. The tickling began in full force again and Dylan squirmed to no avoid in his cocoon. He was laughing hard, but all that came out were various muffles through the gag. Every breath was filled with Ben’s manly crotch musk. Damn, Dylan wanted to suck the real thing so bad at this point.
“You have a pretty laugh boi. I think we’ll need to do this often.” Ben announced during a short pause in his tickling assault. Ben continued tickling for minutes on end, occasionally giving a few moments for Dylan to catch his breath. Not that those moments were entirely peaceful, with Dylan having more capacity to realize the quality of air he was breathing through the jock strap.
After what seemed like forever, Ben stood up leaving Dylan’s exposed, dangling feet behind. “I love a good mummification, and we’re definitely not going to let all the effort getting you here go to waste, but it definitely can be limiting with most your body protected from me.”
Ben pressed against the cup covering Dylan’s cock and balls and Dylan moaned. He was so horny after all this attention from Ben. He wanted to cum so bad. “I normally wouldn’t give this thing any attention so early, but since I’ve already played with everything else that’s exposed, might as well. Do you want me to give your sad little cock and balls some attention, boi?”
Dylan moaned an emphatic yes through his gag. Squirming in anticipation, practically humping against the duct tape holding him in place.
“Ok boi. If you insist.” Ben smirked as he took out a knife and carefully cut the duct tape near the edge of the cup. Once Ben, freed the cup he starting stroking Dylan’s dick. “Is this what you wanted, boi?”
Dylan again moaned an emphatic yes, using what little freedom he had to buck his hips into Ben’s strong hand.
“Too bad. I’ve got other plans.” Ben stopped stroking and gave Dylan’s balls a few firm smacks.
Dylan gasped into his gag, but his dick stayed hard, and he humped the air more in frustration than pain.
“Hold on boi, I think I saw a few toys for this in your closet.” Ben left and came back holding some toys behind his back. “Can’t ruin the whole surprise. You already know it’s going to be your balls that get attention,” Ben said as he placed the toys down to the side where Dylan couldn’t see.
“Beg me to crush your balls.” Ben said. Dylan took a moment too long to process as Ben started slapping his balls even harder than before. “I said, beg me to crush your balls, boi.”
Dylan, catching on, started whining into his gag and giving Ben his best puppy dog eyes. “You want me to crush your balls, boi?” Ben smirked his trademark smile saying he knew he was in control. Dylan nodded as best he could in response and whined more through his gag. He would have been into the ball crushing regardless, but the way Ben forced him to beg for the pain made his hard cock strain in the air.
“You’re such a sad little bitch. Not minutes after your sad little dick finally gets some attention, you’re begging for me to hurt your balls instead. . . But if you insist.” Ben maneuvered Dylan into the ball crusher and gave the knob a few twists until it was secure but didn’t hurt yet.
“Is this enough or do you want more, boi? One grunt for more, two for enough.” Dylan grunted once. If he was going to have his balls tortured they might as well hurt. Apparently, it was a test as Ben smirked, saying, “Good boi,” before tightening the ball crusher further. Now Dylan’s balls ached. Not the worst he’d ever had done to them but definitely would not be bearable indefinitely.
“Do you want more boi?” Dylan again grunted once into his gag, not sure how long he would be forced to hold out, but he was thinking with his dick. Again, Ben called Dylan a good boi before tightening the ball crusher further. Now it was near Dylan’s max. He whimpered into his gag as knob turned feeling pain surge through his balls and radiating to his stomach.
“Do you want more boi?” This time Dylan grunted twice and whined pitiably. Well maybe pitiably to someone other than Ben, as he turned the knob one more time before watching the effects. Dylan grunted hard into his gag and breathed deeply through the jock strap still attached to his face. His body took turns squirming against the pain and trying to settle and calmly accept it.
“Do you want more boi?” Panicked Dylan screamed twice into his gag. “Looks like we found your sweet spot boi.” Ben rubbed Dylan’s cheek reassuringly. “You can do it, breathe through the pain.”
Dylan was breathing deep and hard trying to accept the pain that was more intense than he’d ever put himself through. Accepting the pain or not, his dick was rock hard.
Ben let Dylan squirm a little longer before turning the knob back to where it was. “Good boi,” Ben said, continuing to rub Dylan’s cheek. Dylan moaned in relief as what he previously felt would be unbearable long term felt like sweet relief in comparison.
“Be honest, boi. Did you enjoy the thrill of going further than you wanted or was that too much?” Dylan gave it some thought before grunting once. He liked the loss of control and the pain, while unbearable, was so hot at the same time. Ben smirked, “Little pain slut. Good to know.”
Ben proceeded to tighten the knob once again, leaving Dylan panting in pain. This time though, instead of letting Dylan pant Ben hand gagged him covering his nostrils over the gray jockstrap. Dylan whined pathetically through the gag. “I would give your dick some attention for encouragement, but at this point I think you may be one stroke away from shooting.”
One stroke may have been an exaggeration, but Dylan did feel incredibly horny as the aching in his balls grew along side the burning in his lungs. Dylan just kept whining. As horny as he was this was still too much for him to consciously choose, not that he was the one that got to choose at the moment. He wanted it to stop. Actually, he wanted to cum and then for it to stop.
Ben let Dylan have a single breath of air before covering his nostrils once again. “You’re doing so well, boi. Just a little longer.” Ben said supportively as if he wasn’t the one singlehandedly inflicting the pain.
Once Dylan started thrashing again, Ben removed his hand from Dylan’s face and loosened the knob of the ball crusher. “Okay boi. How are you feeling?” Dylan just whined exhausted. “Do you think you can handle another round?” Dylan released two soft breaths of air from his nose, too tired to make a full grunt.
Ben grabbed Dylan’s still fully erect dick. “Do you think you could handle another round if I let you cum during it?” Dylan thought longer on this one. He was so drained, but cumming would be a nice completion to the long bondage session after being horny for so long. Eventually, Dylan made a single weak grunt.
Ben smirked. “So you do have more in you.” He cranked the knob tighter once more and covered Dylan’s nostrils. Dylan squirmed at first before thrashing the millimeters he was able. The whole time, Ben kept a grip on his dick but made no move to stroke it. Dylan tried to hump Ben’s hand but could not move enough to get off.
Ben once again let Dylan have one deep breath before replacing his hand blocking his air. Dylan’s small thrusts were methodical, although even the minimal thrusting he accomplished managed to radiate pain in his balls as they dangled. Eventually the lack of air turned his methodical thrusting into wild thrashing.
Ben let go, loosened the knob and stepped back. “Guess you didn’t want to cum bad enough. Oh well, bois like you are more fun when they’re horny anyway.” Dylan merely panted. “Ok, boi I think you’ve had enough pain for now. Would you rather be released completely, or I can take you off the beam and lay you on your bed, cuddling until you’re ready for more?”
Dylan’s body ached from the tight bondage holding him in one position for so long, but even drained as he was, he wouldn’t mind some time feeling Ben pressed up against him. Especially if there was no more pain for the time being. Dylan grunted twice for the second option.
Ben smiled affectionately, “I was hoping you’d choose that one.” Ben removed the ball crusher entirely, giving Dylan such immense relief he moaned in pleasure. He placed the chair back under Dylan’s hanging feet and cut the tape securing Dylan to the wooden beam before lifting his cocooned body over his shoulder like he was nothing. When they got to the bed, Ben placed him down much more gently than he’d manhandled Dylan before.
“Do you want to keep my jockstrap on, or breathe the free air again while we cuddle?” Dylan grunted once. He had gone numb to the worst of the jockstrap and at this point the smell was one of the things keeping him horny enough to tolerate the ordeal. Ben smiled warmly, “Good boi.”
Ben laid down on the bed beside Dylan, maneuvering them both so that Ben was holding Dylan as the big spoon. He would occasionally give Dylan’s cocooned form a reassuring squeeze or fondle Dylan’s pecs through the many layers of tape. The fondling didn’t give Dylan much stimulation to his sensitive nipples, but just the feeling and attention made him feel warm.
“You did really well today, boi. I had a lot of fun.” Ben complimented, softer than he’d been in the living room. “Did you have fun?”
Dylan grunted once sleepily. Today was more intense than he had been used to, but it had also been so hot losing so much control. He was exhausted though and felt he could dose off at any moment.
“Was there any point where I went too far and shouldn’t repeat?”
Dylan thought longer on that one. Going further than he agreed to was definitely new for him, but it didn’t really go that much further or for that long. Ben had read his body language well enough to bring him to the edge of what he could bear. Dylan eventually decided to grunt twice.
“If that changes, you’ll let me know right, boi?” Ben’s voice took back some of its earlier commanding tone. Dylan grunted once agreeably.
“Was there anywhere I didn’t go far enough that bored you or just didn’t get you to your maximum enjoyable tolerance?” Ben asked, returning to his soft and caring tone.
Dylan thought on that one too. He’d been brought to the edge of his limits pretty consistently, thrashing much of the time he was on the beam. In hindsight, maybe he could have been tickled longer until his was more desperate for it to stop. Or there could have been more times during breath play where he was only allowed to breathe once before the next round. Although Ben had already shown himself to be such a rough Dom when he wanted to be and Dylan didn’t want to give him too many ideas. In the end, Dylan just wiggled a little and grunted three times, breaking their agreed upon code.
“Naughty boi,” Ben laughed as he gave Dylan a mild tap to the balls.
“I noticed a carrara chastity belt in your closet when I was looking for your breaker. Are you able to wear that long term?”
Dylan grunted once, anxious but excited about where this could be going.
“You’re a really cute boi, and how much pain you can take is really fun for me. I’d like to do this again, and I think it’d be really hot if before I freed you I put you in chastity and held the keys until we played again. Do you want to be my locked bitch? At least until next time?”
Dylan grunted once emphatically. In truth he was planning to jerk off once Ben left if he never got the chance before then, but having a guaranteed future meet up with this adonis sounded amazing. Not to mention he’d be even hornier next time from his time in chastity. Granted he would be putting a lot of trust in someone he just met, but this was his landlord, it’s not like he could truly disappear on him.
“Horny slut,” Ben laughed again as he gave Dylan’s balls another slap. Dylan grunted indignantly. “Don’t sound so grumpy; I see that you’re enjoying it.” Dylan merely grumbled a little more into his gag. “You’re such a cute boi”
To this, Dylan moaned affectionately and snuggled into Ben. Ben squeezed Dylan in return. They lay like that in silence for some time before Dylan eventually nodded off to sleep. He was awoken to a few gentle squeezes from Ben. “I’ve got to get going.”
Dylan, only half awake, didn’t process the implied I’ll untie you first in Ben’s tone and started squirming in his bonds. “Relax boi,” Ben chuckled, “I didn’t forget you’re tied up. I’ll free you. . . mostly.” Ben smirked.
Ben started by expanding the free area around the crotch to Dylan’s whole waste. Then Ben freed Dylan’s legs, but before doing anything further, Ben playfully shoved Dylan back onto the bed. Dylan fell with a bounce onto his back.
“I haven’t forgotten the chastity, you agreed to,” Ben said as he went to the closet and returned with a full carrara chastity belt. Ben maneuvered Dylan to put on and lock the chastity device. Fortunately, Dylan didn’t have any morning wood to contend with. “Do you have any other keys beyond these two?”
Dylan grunted twice. “Good boi,” Ben patted Dylan’s cheek. “Now that your little dicklet is locked, making mine the only real dick between us, would you like to give it some attention before I leave boi?”
Dylan grunted once enthusiastically. His dick already trying to grow downward within its new cage.
As Ben went to take off the jock strap and gag, he commanded, “Do not speak unless it is an emergency. The only thing your mouth should be used for right now is pleasuring a real man’s dick. Got it, boi?”
Dylan again grunted once, horny as ever being degraded by someone clearly stronger than him.
Ben ruffled Dylan’s hair, “I knew you’d be a good little bitch.” He removed the jockstrap and unwound the several layers of duct tape before finally removing the now soaked sock. Ben started to undo his belt before pausing. “You’ve been such a good boi, but I still don’t think you’ve earned the right to see my dick yet.”
Ben grabbed a bandanna and tied it around Dylan’s eyes, blindfolding him. Next he maneuvered Dylan such that he was kneeling on the ground, before he finally undid and dropped his pants. “Ok boi. Open up.”
Dylan did so obediently and took what he could of Ben’s cock in his mouth. Ben let Dylan lead at first, kissing, sucking, bobbing. Then he gently but firmly placed his hands behind Ben’s head and started thrusting himself, going only to the back of Dylan’s mouth. With each moan of pleasure Dylan let out, Ben would get slightly rougher, going a little deeper, which only made Dylan moan more. Eventually Dylan was taking Ben’s whole cock with each thrust and moaning to show his appreciation.
When Ben got close he pulled out. Dylan heard him orgasm, but didn’t feel any cum landing on him. Staying obedient, Dylan didn’t ask anything. After he heard Ben put on his pants and redo his belt, Dylan felt a sock being placed in front of his mouth. It smelled like Ben, but it was dry so it must have been his other one. Horny and a little too worn out to struggle, Dylan accepted this sock easily.
Ben mocked the obedience, “No fight this time? Someone must still be sleepy from his nap.” He then placed what Dylan assumed was his leather muzzle around his head. He pulled each strap tightly before securing the buckles with padlocks. Next Dylan felt a chain wrapped around his ankle and locked before hearing it locked to something else.
Ben cut Dylan’s upper body free at last, and Dylan stretched out all the soreness he’d been accumulating.
“Okay I’m leaving now, boi. I had a lot of fun, but I did a lot of work to put you in your place, so to make sure the lesson is reinforced, I’m going to leave you naked and still bound at least somewhat. Your phone and the lockbox holding the keys to your muzzle and the chain around your ankle are on the bed. You may remove your blindfold once you hear me leave. I’ll text you the combination. . . at some point. See you next time, boi.”
Dylan listened to Ben walk away, open and close the front door, and even the latch as it was locked. It wasn’t long after he removed the blindfold, that he realized Ben’s dry sock came with an extra surprise. He had cum into it.
Dylan moaned into his gag, but was unable to get the sock out even with his hands free. He didn’t love the taste of cum and now his mouth would be marinated with it until Ben sent the combo to take off the muzzle.
Dylan tried to forget about the sock, mostly unsuccessfully. Although, at least consciously he turned his attention to the chain. It was locked to another beam in the bedroom. The chain gave him just enough freedom to use the attached bathroom, but not leave the bedroom.
Quickly becoming bored and wanting any distraction to forget the sock, Dylan started scrolling through his phone while laying on the bed. After hours of scrolling on his phone and just wanting to go to bed, Dylan got a text from Ben, “I hope you’ve been enjoying the surprise I left you, boi. 4839”
Dylan’s hand absentmindedly went to jerk his dick, being rebuffed by the metal cage around his crotch. He merely texted back, “Thank you for the amazing day, Sir. I can’t wait for next time.” He received no response as he unlocked and removed the muzzle and chain. It did not take long for Dylan to fall asleep after such a long day.