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Pent Up Frustration (M/M)
Fantastic continuation! Something tells me that there will be some other characters in the story
This continues to be a very hot story. Definitely looking forward to whatever comes next. Looks like you may be there a while.
Awesome chapter.... waitingg for next chapter uffffff
Waiting for nex part
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Looking forward to the continuation
Excellent I hope you post soon
Chapter 6
I continued to strain against the ropes binding me to the chair. Every inhale was filled with Frank’s musk, keeping my cock hard and aching. While part of me worried I wouldn’t be getting out anytime soon, the desperate need to finally cum eclipsed everything else.
Frank was at his computer nearby, typing occasionally, sometimes glancing at his phone to answer a text.
“How you doing over there, Marine?” he asked, turning toward me.
I moaned into my gag and gestured down at my cock and balls, still bound tightly in rope. I tried to beg him to let me cum, but it came out as a muffled mess.
“Hmmm, I can’t understand you very well.”
He stood, walked over, and wrapped his hand around my shaft, stroking slowly while locking eyes with me.
“Maybe it has to do with this little soldier you’ve got down here. Maybe it needs some attention.”
His strokes picked up at a steady pace, working me toward climax. I matched with shallow thrusts, straining as far as the ropes would allow. I was desperate—willing to do anything to cum.
“What do you think? Should I let you?” he teased.
I nodded vigorously, grunting into my gag. He pumped faster, bringing me to the edge.
Then his phone buzzed again, and he stopped.
“Ah, tough break, man. And here I thought I might actually let you get off this time,” he said with a sinister grin.
I groaned and thrashed, furious at being denied.
Frank chuckled and checked his phone, his smile widening.
“Looks like I’ve got to bring some business home with me. An associate is dropping off documents for me to sign, and we need to go over some work stuff.”
He seemed pleased with the situation. I, however, panicked. I’m still tied to the chair! I squirmed like crazy until Frank placed a steadying hand on my face.
“Dude, calm down. Nothing to worry about—I’ve got an idea.”
He walked to the closet and opened it. To my surprise, it wasn’t just a closet; it was big enough to walk into—big enough to stash a bound and gagged Marine.
“I’ll just tuck you away in here while I handle business. Behave, and I’ll reward you,” Frank said with a wink.
He dragged me into the closet and positioned me. When he returned, there was mischief in his eyes.
“Remember what I said about a reward? Well, there’s a catch.”
From behind his back, he revealed a vibrating wand and wedged it between my legs so it pressed against my bound balls and rock-hard cock.
“I thought I’d make things interesting. If you manage not to cum while you’re in here, I’ll reward you with something special afterward. If you do…well, there’ll be punishment.”
I don’t even know if I can last five minutes with this thing on low. How the hell does he expect me to last through a whole meeting?
“To be fair, I’ll keep it at the lowest setting,” he continued. “With enough focus, you’ll have a fighting chance.”
He cracked a grin. “And I’ll leave the closet door cracked open so you can watch. Watch or don’t—whatever helps you. But something tells me you won’t look away.”
Before leaving, he pulled off the shoe taped over my nose, giving me fresh air for the first time in hours. Relief was short-lived. He folded the sock that had been inside the shoe and pressed it beneath my nose, securing it with another Nike sock tied wide across my gag.
“That should do it. Good luck, bro. Enjoy the show,” he said, patting my cheek before flipping the wand on and stepping out.
The vibrations were immediate. It felt incredible, but I focused as hard as I could to keep from blowing too soon. I had no idea what the reward would be, but I wanted it. The sock strapped under my nose was damp and pungent, making it even harder to concentrate.
Not long after, there was a knock at the door.
Wait—Frank didn’t put any of his gear away! I panicked. If I could talk, I’d warn him. Hopefully this guy’s used to this kind of thing.
Frank opened the door.
“Hey, dude, what’s going on!” he said, greeting someone with a bro hug.
“Nothing much, man. Thanks for having me over while you’re in town. I’ve been dying for some time in the ropes. Way easier to find guys who tie than guys who’ll let themselves get tied!” the visitor replied.
“No problem, Bryce. I was supposed to have this really hot Marine over, but he never showed,” Frank said casually.
Bryce stepped inside, wearing a muscle-cut shirt, gym shorts, and running shoes. He was nearly as built as Frank, just a bit smaller, with short brown hair and a well-kept beard. He looked like he and Frank knew each other well—probably gym buddies. And definitely someone I wouldn’t have minded tying me up either.
“Let’s get you tied and gagged, then, bro,” Frank said to him.
Watching from the closet, I realized something.
This challenge just got a whole lot harder.
I continued to strain against the ropes binding me to the chair. Every inhale was filled with Frank’s musk, keeping my cock hard and aching. While part of me worried I wouldn’t be getting out anytime soon, the desperate need to finally cum eclipsed everything else.
Frank was at his computer nearby, typing occasionally, sometimes glancing at his phone to answer a text.
“How you doing over there, Marine?” he asked, turning toward me.
I moaned into my gag and gestured down at my cock and balls, still bound tightly in rope. I tried to beg him to let me cum, but it came out as a muffled mess.
“Hmmm, I can’t understand you very well.”
He stood, walked over, and wrapped his hand around my shaft, stroking slowly while locking eyes with me.
“Maybe it has to do with this little soldier you’ve got down here. Maybe it needs some attention.”
His strokes picked up at a steady pace, working me toward climax. I matched with shallow thrusts, straining as far as the ropes would allow. I was desperate—willing to do anything to cum.
“What do you think? Should I let you?” he teased.
I nodded vigorously, grunting into my gag. He pumped faster, bringing me to the edge.
Then his phone buzzed again, and he stopped.
“Ah, tough break, man. And here I thought I might actually let you get off this time,” he said with a sinister grin.
I groaned and thrashed, furious at being denied.
Frank chuckled and checked his phone, his smile widening.
“Looks like I’ve got to bring some business home with me. An associate is dropping off documents for me to sign, and we need to go over some work stuff.”
He seemed pleased with the situation. I, however, panicked. I’m still tied to the chair! I squirmed like crazy until Frank placed a steadying hand on my face.
“Dude, calm down. Nothing to worry about—I’ve got an idea.”
He walked to the closet and opened it. To my surprise, it wasn’t just a closet; it was big enough to walk into—big enough to stash a bound and gagged Marine.
“I’ll just tuck you away in here while I handle business. Behave, and I’ll reward you,” Frank said with a wink.
He dragged me into the closet and positioned me. When he returned, there was mischief in his eyes.
“Remember what I said about a reward? Well, there’s a catch.”
From behind his back, he revealed a vibrating wand and wedged it between my legs so it pressed against my bound balls and rock-hard cock.
“I thought I’d make things interesting. If you manage not to cum while you’re in here, I’ll reward you with something special afterward. If you do…well, there’ll be punishment.”
I don’t even know if I can last five minutes with this thing on low. How the hell does he expect me to last through a whole meeting?
“To be fair, I’ll keep it at the lowest setting,” he continued. “With enough focus, you’ll have a fighting chance.”
He cracked a grin. “And I’ll leave the closet door cracked open so you can watch. Watch or don’t—whatever helps you. But something tells me you won’t look away.”
Before leaving, he pulled off the shoe taped over my nose, giving me fresh air for the first time in hours. Relief was short-lived. He folded the sock that had been inside the shoe and pressed it beneath my nose, securing it with another Nike sock tied wide across my gag.
“That should do it. Good luck, bro. Enjoy the show,” he said, patting my cheek before flipping the wand on and stepping out.
The vibrations were immediate. It felt incredible, but I focused as hard as I could to keep from blowing too soon. I had no idea what the reward would be, but I wanted it. The sock strapped under my nose was damp and pungent, making it even harder to concentrate.
Not long after, there was a knock at the door.
Wait—Frank didn’t put any of his gear away! I panicked. If I could talk, I’d warn him. Hopefully this guy’s used to this kind of thing.
Frank opened the door.
“Hey, dude, what’s going on!” he said, greeting someone with a bro hug.
“Nothing much, man. Thanks for having me over while you’re in town. I’ve been dying for some time in the ropes. Way easier to find guys who tie than guys who’ll let themselves get tied!” the visitor replied.
“No problem, Bryce. I was supposed to have this really hot Marine over, but he never showed,” Frank said casually.
Bryce stepped inside, wearing a muscle-cut shirt, gym shorts, and running shoes. He was nearly as built as Frank, just a bit smaller, with short brown hair and a well-kept beard. He looked like he and Frank knew each other well—probably gym buddies. And definitely someone I wouldn’t have minded tying me up either.
“Let’s get you tied and gagged, then, bro,” Frank said to him.
Watching from the closet, I realized something.
This challenge just got a whole lot harder.
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Wow!! Yessssss!!!!! 
Frank seems to be really strict with his new vicim Man, I can't wait to see the other dude roped up and gagged....
Man, I can't wait to see the other dude roped up and gagged....
Ooooh, the addition of a new captive is awesome! This story has been so hot, and I'm excited to see where it's going to go!
Glad to see everyone else is enjoying the story so far!
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Amazing...hope thr marine gets punished hard..hope to see a lot of hogties and barefoot too..hahaha.
Awesome story Pleaaase continue....
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Fantastic story, and it's heading in a very promising direction....
Another victim is an excellent way to keep this going. After all that stimulation, avoiding an orgasm from the vibrator would be mighty difficult. Now, having to watch Frank truss up his friend, I don't hold out much hope for you getting your reward. Guess we'll see how tough you are...
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I am VERY excited to read the continuation of this story, it almost inspires me to revive my own story which I unfortunately abandoned months ago.
I’m young and impressionable, I need someone to guide me through this world... preferably on a leash... and then tie me up afterwords... or before... and I guess a gag could be used as well... 
Hey yall, more is coming! I've been busy with studying that I haven't had a chance to write more. Glad to see that alot of people like my content
New post coming soon. I'm about half way done with the next chapter.
Hey Bud, just wanted to say that I'm excited and eager for the next chapter of this tale. Everything in it is right up my alley. Hope it's ready soon!
Hope it's ready soon!Just wrote some more this evening. This will probably be one of my more longer chapters but it should not disappoint!
Chapter 7
Outside of the closet
“So, what do you feel like this time around? Last time I had you trussed up in the sleepsack. Did you want to try something else?” Frank asked Bryce.
“I was thinking more rope this time. Maybe you could hogtie me,” Bryce replied.
“Yeah, I can make that happen. Let’s get you roped up!” Frank said.
He gathered several lengths of rope along with bandanas and duct tape, setting them aside. Bryce pulled his arms behind his back, crossing his wrists. Frank wrapped the rope around them in a crisscross fashion, securing it with a knot. From there, he circled rope beneath Bryce’s pecs, then above them, accentuating his chest before tying it off in the back. A short length connected his wrists to the chest harness. More rope followed until Bryce’s upper body was a tight web of bindings.
Frank helped Bryce down to the floor to work on his legs. Rope was tied snugly around his ankles, then above and below his knees. Finally, Frank connected the ankle ropes to those below the knees, arching Bryce’s body into a hogtie.
“How’s that feel? Anything pinching?” Frank asked.
“Feels great, man. I could stay like this for a while,” Bryce replied, flexing and struggling lightly in the ropes.
Frank rolled him onto his side and tugged his shorts down enough to expose his cock and balls. He bound them neatly in rope, lingering long enough to stroke Bryce’s shaft and make him arch in pleasure.
“Enough of that for now—I don’t want you cumming too early,” Frank teased.
“Come on, dude, I’m ready to blow!” Bryce groaned.
“I know what you’re ready for. But first, I need something.”
He pushed Bryce onto his stomach and stood, walking toward the closet where I was hidden. Bryce squirmed helplessly on the floor.
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Ten minutes earlier, in the closet
I had a clear view of everything. Frank and Bryce were negotiating the tie, completely unaware that I was in the closet—bound to a chair, gagged with Frank’s socks, bandanas, and tape, while a vibrating wand kept me teetering on the edge.
I tried shutting my eyes to block out the visual stimulation, but it was harder than I thought. Bryce was insanely hot. Watching Frank slowly strip him of his freedom with rope had me throbbing. If I keep watching, I’ll blow my load right here.
I steadied my breathing, looked away, and forced myself to focus.
Then I heard Frank mention he needed “something.” Curiosity made me open my eyes just in time to see him walking toward the closet.
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Back to the present
Frank slipped inside, careful not to let Bryce see me. Startled, I groaned into my gag, confused by what he was doing. He pressed his hand firmly over my gagged mouth.
“Shhhh. You don’t want our guest to know you’re here.” He glanced back—Bryce was still struggling and hadn’t noticed.
“Okay, question for you: do you change your socks often? Shake your head yes or no.”
I blinked at him. What kind of question is that? The truth was my uniform socks hadn’t been washed in a while. After countless workouts and long shifts, they reeked. My unit even had a running joke about it—using my socks to gag rookies during “lessons.”
I gave a slow nod.
“Fuck yeah, my Marine was holding out on me,” Frank grinned. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to use them for Bryce. Trust me—you won’t regret it, especially with what I’ve got planned for you.”
Even without the promise of a reward, the idea of Bryce gagged with my socks turned me on. I nodded again.
“Perfect. Since you’ve held back this long, I’ll need you to keep holding off just a little more.”
He removed the wand from my crotch, easing the stimulation, then went to work. He untied the rope from my boots, unlaced them, and slipped them off. The stench of my socks was immediate. Smiling, he stripped them from my feet and replaced them with his own black Nike crews, followed by my boots, which he laced and tied.
“Thanks, dude. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I wasn’t sure what he had planned, but I had a strong suspicion Bryce was about to find out.
Frank left the closet door cracked enough for me to watch, tucking my socks into his waistband. He walked back to Bryce, who was still hogtied and struggling.
“Sorry for the wait, had to grab something special. But first—you’ve had enough of seeing.”
He blindfolded Bryce with two bandanas, cutting off his vision.
“Think a blindfold’s gonna keep me from getting out?” Bryce taunted.
“If you think you’re escaping now, you’re more muscle-brained than the last time I had you tied and gagged,” Frank shot back.
Frank fetched more gear, straddled Bryce, and pressed one of my socks over his nose. Bryce twisted his head, recoiling.
“Dude, what is that?! It reeks!” he shouted.
“Let’s just say this sock needs a wash, and you’re the guy for the job,” Frank said, balling it up.
“No way, man—MMMPPHHH!”
Frank ignored him, stuffing the sock deep into his mouth. Bandanas were cleave-tied to hold it in, then layered over with more. Tape followed—wrapped tightly over his mouth, around his jaw, even partially covering his ears. Finally, Frank strapped a leather muzzle over his head, but not before pressing the second sock firmly over his nose and locking it in place beneath the leather.
“How you getting out now, Bryce?” Frank teased.
“Mmmmpphhh!” was all Bryce could manage, his groans muffled by my socks. He thrashed helplessly, only for Frank to seal the deal with noise-canceling headphones.
Satisfied, Frank turned to me. This time, he opened the closet door fully, putting me on display.
“All right, Brian. Enough time in the closet. Time for your reward—for helping me shut Bryce up.”
He dragged my chair out, positioned me a few feet from Bryce’s hogtied form, and turned me to face him.
“I keep my word. And I think you’ll enjoy this. But first—you need a new sock.”
Frank pulled one of Bryce’s massive socks off. The smell hit him instantly, and he grinned.
“This’ll do. Hope you enjoy it—like you’ve got a choice,” he joked, swapping Frank’s sock from my gag for Bryce’s. The stench was powerful, but my cock was straining harder than ever.
“Looks like my Marine’s ready for some relief. What better way than watching a muscle hunk squirm in your socks?”
Frank grabbed lube, stepped behind me, and clamped a hand over my gagged mouth. His other hand stroked me, slow and firm. I matched his rhythm as best I could, ropes creaking with each thrust.
“You like this, Marine? Tied, gagged, smelling Bryce’s socks while watching him suffer in yours?” he whispered hotly in my ear.
I moaned in agreement, body trembling.
“You’re close, aren’t you? You wanna cum?”
I nodded furiously.
“Then cum for me. Show me how much of a man you are.”
As if on command, I exploded, my orgasm spilling onto the floor near Bryce. I moaned so loudly I worried the next room might hear. Frank stroked me through every wave until I sagged in exhaustion.
“Looks like my Marine really needed that. Good. I’m glad you enjoyed,” he said, cleaning his hand.
He tied a bandana over my eyes, slipped headphones over my ears, and patted my shoulder.
“Relax, cool down. You’ve earned it.”
And just like that, I was left in the ropes—spent, blindfolded, silenced, and drifting in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life.
Outside of the closet
“So, what do you feel like this time around? Last time I had you trussed up in the sleepsack. Did you want to try something else?” Frank asked Bryce.
“I was thinking more rope this time. Maybe you could hogtie me,” Bryce replied.
“Yeah, I can make that happen. Let’s get you roped up!” Frank said.
He gathered several lengths of rope along with bandanas and duct tape, setting them aside. Bryce pulled his arms behind his back, crossing his wrists. Frank wrapped the rope around them in a crisscross fashion, securing it with a knot. From there, he circled rope beneath Bryce’s pecs, then above them, accentuating his chest before tying it off in the back. A short length connected his wrists to the chest harness. More rope followed until Bryce’s upper body was a tight web of bindings.
Frank helped Bryce down to the floor to work on his legs. Rope was tied snugly around his ankles, then above and below his knees. Finally, Frank connected the ankle ropes to those below the knees, arching Bryce’s body into a hogtie.
“How’s that feel? Anything pinching?” Frank asked.
“Feels great, man. I could stay like this for a while,” Bryce replied, flexing and struggling lightly in the ropes.
Frank rolled him onto his side and tugged his shorts down enough to expose his cock and balls. He bound them neatly in rope, lingering long enough to stroke Bryce’s shaft and make him arch in pleasure.
“Enough of that for now—I don’t want you cumming too early,” Frank teased.
“Come on, dude, I’m ready to blow!” Bryce groaned.
“I know what you’re ready for. But first, I need something.”
He pushed Bryce onto his stomach and stood, walking toward the closet where I was hidden. Bryce squirmed helplessly on the floor.
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Ten minutes earlier, in the closet
I had a clear view of everything. Frank and Bryce were negotiating the tie, completely unaware that I was in the closet—bound to a chair, gagged with Frank’s socks, bandanas, and tape, while a vibrating wand kept me teetering on the edge.
I tried shutting my eyes to block out the visual stimulation, but it was harder than I thought. Bryce was insanely hot. Watching Frank slowly strip him of his freedom with rope had me throbbing. If I keep watching, I’ll blow my load right here.
I steadied my breathing, looked away, and forced myself to focus.
Then I heard Frank mention he needed “something.” Curiosity made me open my eyes just in time to see him walking toward the closet.
---
Back to the present
Frank slipped inside, careful not to let Bryce see me. Startled, I groaned into my gag, confused by what he was doing. He pressed his hand firmly over my gagged mouth.
“Shhhh. You don’t want our guest to know you’re here.” He glanced back—Bryce was still struggling and hadn’t noticed.
“Okay, question for you: do you change your socks often? Shake your head yes or no.”
I blinked at him. What kind of question is that? The truth was my uniform socks hadn’t been washed in a while. After countless workouts and long shifts, they reeked. My unit even had a running joke about it—using my socks to gag rookies during “lessons.”
I gave a slow nod.
“Fuck yeah, my Marine was holding out on me,” Frank grinned. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to use them for Bryce. Trust me—you won’t regret it, especially with what I’ve got planned for you.”
Even without the promise of a reward, the idea of Bryce gagged with my socks turned me on. I nodded again.
“Perfect. Since you’ve held back this long, I’ll need you to keep holding off just a little more.”
He removed the wand from my crotch, easing the stimulation, then went to work. He untied the rope from my boots, unlaced them, and slipped them off. The stench of my socks was immediate. Smiling, he stripped them from my feet and replaced them with his own black Nike crews, followed by my boots, which he laced and tied.
“Thanks, dude. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I wasn’t sure what he had planned, but I had a strong suspicion Bryce was about to find out.
Frank left the closet door cracked enough for me to watch, tucking my socks into his waistband. He walked back to Bryce, who was still hogtied and struggling.
“Sorry for the wait, had to grab something special. But first—you’ve had enough of seeing.”
He blindfolded Bryce with two bandanas, cutting off his vision.
“Think a blindfold’s gonna keep me from getting out?” Bryce taunted.
“If you think you’re escaping now, you’re more muscle-brained than the last time I had you tied and gagged,” Frank shot back.
Frank fetched more gear, straddled Bryce, and pressed one of my socks over his nose. Bryce twisted his head, recoiling.
“Dude, what is that?! It reeks!” he shouted.
“Let’s just say this sock needs a wash, and you’re the guy for the job,” Frank said, balling it up.
“No way, man—MMMPPHHH!”
Frank ignored him, stuffing the sock deep into his mouth. Bandanas were cleave-tied to hold it in, then layered over with more. Tape followed—wrapped tightly over his mouth, around his jaw, even partially covering his ears. Finally, Frank strapped a leather muzzle over his head, but not before pressing the second sock firmly over his nose and locking it in place beneath the leather.
“How you getting out now, Bryce?” Frank teased.
“Mmmmpphhh!” was all Bryce could manage, his groans muffled by my socks. He thrashed helplessly, only for Frank to seal the deal with noise-canceling headphones.
Satisfied, Frank turned to me. This time, he opened the closet door fully, putting me on display.
“All right, Brian. Enough time in the closet. Time for your reward—for helping me shut Bryce up.”
He dragged my chair out, positioned me a few feet from Bryce’s hogtied form, and turned me to face him.
“I keep my word. And I think you’ll enjoy this. But first—you need a new sock.”
Frank pulled one of Bryce’s massive socks off. The smell hit him instantly, and he grinned.
“This’ll do. Hope you enjoy it—like you’ve got a choice,” he joked, swapping Frank’s sock from my gag for Bryce’s. The stench was powerful, but my cock was straining harder than ever.
“Looks like my Marine’s ready for some relief. What better way than watching a muscle hunk squirm in your socks?”
Frank grabbed lube, stepped behind me, and clamped a hand over my gagged mouth. His other hand stroked me, slow and firm. I matched his rhythm as best I could, ropes creaking with each thrust.
“You like this, Marine? Tied, gagged, smelling Bryce’s socks while watching him suffer in yours?” he whispered hotly in my ear.
I moaned in agreement, body trembling.
“You’re close, aren’t you? You wanna cum?”
I nodded furiously.
“Then cum for me. Show me how much of a man you are.”
As if on command, I exploded, my orgasm spilling onto the floor near Bryce. I moaned so loudly I worried the next room might hear. Frank stroked me through every wave until I sagged in exhaustion.
“Looks like my Marine really needed that. Good. I’m glad you enjoyed,” he said, cleaning his hand.
He tied a bandana over my eyes, slipped headphones over my ears, and patted my shoulder.
“Relax, cool down. You’ve earned it.”
And just like that, I was left in the ropes—spent, blindfolded, silenced, and drifting in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life.
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That was a hot chapter
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Mmmmm yes!!
Awesome new chapter! SO hot!