THE BOI & THE ALPHA (M/M) *NEW BDSM-ROMANCE STORY* UPDATE MAY 31

[OrdinaryWorld]

“I never did anything like that before. I’ll admit, it is...kinda hot. But I’m afraid I might not be the best guy to help fulfil that particular fantasy of yours.” he went on, before letting his voice trail off into an air of disgruntled resignation and admitting something he apparently wasn’t super proud to admit. “I probably should have told you this before, but I have a bit of a foot odour problem. It’s, ahh...it’s kinda bad.” he let out, dressing his admission with an embarrassed chuckle.

I don’t know why, but for reasons I have yet to comprehend, I found this new tidbit of information insanely hot. Insanely hot and oh so very frightening.

“Don’t worry though. I’m sure I’ll be able to work something out. I have a few buddies who I’m sure will be more than happy to help with this little kink of yours.” he assured, hinting at the fact that he was both able and willing to get some of his own friends to help fulfil this admittedly bizarre yearning of mine.

I'm exactly like Jake here: Oh my God.

I know most of your doms have their same problem, but it's never not hot. The idea of him getting his friends to help out is exceptionally intriguing.

[Subboi]

I can almost feel this collar around my neck just tight enough to be reminded of its presence without being choking. I suspect the handgag is a sign of things to come.

On another note I am a little surprised at the results of the survey as I was really expecting an even split between doms and subs…

[socjuc]

Yes, Yes, Yes

HOT chapter! Love the photo review and Erick's reaction and responses to Jake, and Jake's reactions to reviewing them. Jake's embarrassment to some of them....I can feel myself squirming as I read

Now you had me with....Erick confessing about his foot odour problem....but the solution is even hotter! His buds willing and able to fulfill this fantasy is just wow! Jake is going to get additional dudes to come to play with him....perhaps a lot more than he originally bargained for....Let's be real here, when they show up, he won't even have a chance or a say. They will have an entitled position over him, and he won't even know them....ultra ultra HOT! As @Bradstick stated already....I wonder if its a Brad or a Phil.....the crossover story possibilities, resurfacing yet again...and this time I am in full character review mode gone wrong....who will it be? And how bad will Jake's fate be?

Looking forward to Jakey getting his first taste of Erick's tie up abilities.....I wonder if Erick will shock him finally, just to make sure it works, just testing....

@bondagefreak , see when you put out a chapter like this it plays with our minds and puts us in a tail spin of thought

[TheAllrounder]

Well written my friend. Was a bit worried before the last two chapters how Erick would turn out as the Master, but I can tell you he is on track to supercede Zach as my fave.

[GoBucks]

Isn't it amazing how many guys in the bondagefreak universe suffer from a chronic food odor problem?

Hot that he is willing to get his friends involved. Gotta ease little Jake in before letting him sample that chronic problem

[bondagefreak]

Well written my friend. Was a bit worried before the last two chapters how Erick would turn out as the Master, but I can tell you he is on track to supercede Zach as my fave.

Welcome to the adventure, buddy! Super glad you decided to give this one a go. Just added your name to the notification list.
Supercede Zack?? Oh wow, that's quite a statement. You're setting the bar real high for Erick now. Let's hope he doesn't disappoint!

[bondagefreak]

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CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB

THE BOI & THE ALPHA

CHAPTER 14 - STRIPPED & UNBURDENED

So nervous and jittery I was after relieving myself in the washroom that I nearly slipped down the flight of wooden stairs while hurriedly making my way down to the basement gym room. I was practically shaking with excitement by the time my sock-covered soles had finally made it down the treacherous steps and carried me into the strong-smelling basement.

Erick was already waiting for me; a long coil of black rope casually slung over his shoulder as he stood in front of the electronic thermostat and played around with one of the buttons. “It’s kinda chilly down here.” he stated, apparently showing concern for my comfort by raising the ambient temperature up from a chilly eighteen degrees Celsius to a warmish and more comfortable twenty-two. The attention to detail was definitely a welcomed touch, especially if I was going to be tied up and left down here while he went about his business.


As you can probably imagine, I was oh so very nervous when the man finally motioned for me to draw closer. He stood there, hungrily eyeing my timid approach; a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a confident smirk splayed proudly across his irresistibly handsome face. Unlike the other significantly younger guys I had met, there was no hint of nervousness, unease or anxiety about him. Quite the contrary. Erick was a sea of self-assured tranquillity. Confident and perhaps even a bit cocksure, but nevertheless reassuring. I knew right away from his calm and composed demeanour that he would make for an amazing first-time Dom. This was exactly the kind of man I needed in my life.


“Alright, shirt off.” the brawny behemoth ordered, using his index finger as a means of adding weight to his spoken command.

I hesitated, if only momentarily, before quickly doing as I was told and slowly relieving myself of my t-shirt. Erick immediately closed the gap between us. He placed an amazingly large hand around the back of my neck before pulling me in a bit closer, inspecting my bare torso and then ordering me to shed the rest of my clothes.

“Shorts and undies off. Socks too.” came the sound of his very alarming command.

I didn’t mind taking my shorts and socks off, but the thought of revealing myself and allowing him to bask in the sight of my nakedness mortified me. It didn’t sit well with me at all. In fact, I loathed the idea.

“Ugghhhhh. No. Please. Erick, can’t we just...” I immediately complained.

“Jake. That’s enough. Do as you’re told. Shorts and undies off. Now.” the dauntingly statuesque man very sternly repeated, mercifully allowing my forgetfulness to go by undisciplined even though I hadn’t addressed him the way I was supposed to.

I groaned, more in the hopes that he would change his mind than out of outright defiance. But Erick merely furrowed his brow and gave me a visibly disapproving and transparently expectant look. Feeling as though I had no other choice in the matter, I reluctantly acquiesced. Slowly. Half-heartedly.

“There. You see? That’s not so bad now, is it?” the man soothingly spoke, even as I shamefully stood there, fully naked and feeling incredibly vulnerable. “What’s a pretty little guy like you got to be ashamed of? Eh, Jake?” he asked, to which I could offer up no response other than avert my gaze down to the floor and hang my head low.



Erick examined me for a bit, always ensuring that he had at least one hand holding me close and steady as he did so. I quivered when his warm fingers ran down my back, and then quivered anew when they travelled up my left arm, across my chest and finally down to my shamefully naked manhood. I felt like a piece of meat. Like an acquisition being examined by its new owner.

“Wow. Not a hair in sight.” he spoke, his words betraying a note of disbelief as he stood there, cupping the bottom of my impeccably-shaven nutsack inside his positively huge hand.

“Did you do all this for me, Jake?” he asked, using my name most likely as a means of enforcing a sense of closeness and familiarity between us while at the same time attempting to draw my focus away from my own embarrassment.

I didn’t know how to answer his question, but thankfully, he didn’t force me to. “You know, I don’t expect you to be completely hairless. Don’t get me wrong, I like it. I just don’t want you to freak out and think you have to shave yourself down to this extent every time we see each other. I don’t mind a bit of hair, so long as it’s short and well-trimmed. Alright, Jake-o? Hey. I'm talking to you. Alright?” he calmly repeated, lifting my chin up so that I was forced to meet his gaze and acknowledge his softly spoken words.

I didn’t immediately give much thought to the significance of what he was saying, but it was actually really comforting and considerate of him to inform me that my paranoid over-shaving was neither expected nor necessary.

I gulped and then nodded my head to let him know I understood. In truth, I was barely listening to what he was telling me. My mind was so addled and humiliated that I couldn't seem to make sense of his words. For a minute there, I actually thought I was shivering due to the basement’s lingering chilliness. It didn’t take me very long to realise, however, that I was trembling, not due to any external temperature but due to the jumble of uncontrolled emotions flooding my mind.


Erick apparently sensed what I was feeling. He peered into my glossy eyes as if wanting to confirm that I was fighting the urge to cry and then gently wrapped his tantalizingly massive arms around me before pulling me in close.

“Shhhhh.” he quietly purred. “I’m super proud of you, Jake. You’ve never been naked in front of a man before and you obeyed my command to strip even though that little voice inside you was probably begging you not to. I’m so very proud of you.” he spoke, tenderly planting a kiss atop my head and lavishing me with praise before finally going on to tell me how cute and handsome he thought I was.

The towering hunk loosened his hug after a short while but tightened it back up again after feeling me pressing into him instead of stepping back. We stood there hugging each other for a good minute before finally I had regained control of my emotions and the urge to break down had passed. I was still definitely uncomfortable with being naked in front of another man, but not to the point of being weak-kneed or feeling as though I was about to collapse in shame.

Master Erick rubbed my back and waited for me to stop shaking before slowly pulling away and allowing me to stand on my own. He picked my chin up in between his fingers and then we kissed. Slowly. Tenderly. “There we go. Sweet prince. You’ve got nothing to be afraid of, alright?” he spoke, running his tantalizingly large hands up and down my shoulders before planting one final kiss against the top of my forehead.



With the short episode of emotional weakness finally behind me, the two-meter-tall behemoth skillfully guided us back to more pleasant and figuratively more joyful seas. I was still a bit nervous, but was genuinely feeling a tad better about myself.

“So you’ve never been tied up before. Right? Not even a little bit?” the bearded goliath pressed. “Hmm. And you like heavy bondage, don’t you?” he spoke, speaking more for his own benefit than mine while rubbing his chin as though deep in thought.

“Alright. I’ve got a pretty good idea of what we’ll do. We’ll go for something strict but comfortable. How does that sound? Sound good?” he asked, to which I meekly smiled and nodded my head yes. Yes. That sounded good. Very good.

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[Snozzberry]

So considerate of Erick to turn up the heat so Jake has a nice comfortable sweaty tie up, the sweatier the better. Now will it be a Boxtie, Frogtie, Hogtie, or perhaps a Straddle The Saw Horse Tie. Enquiring minds want to know.

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[ChairBoy]

get me some popcorn! I am on the edge of my seat every sentence!

[socjuc]

I hope Jake gets the royal bound treatment! Who do I need to grease to influence the next chapter?

[Pakislol]

Erick's patience is incredible! Jake's experience is described in really lovely detail. It feels like I'm in the same room with him, watching it all happen.

[gag1195]

Great chapters! I am continually in love with this slow burn going on, and Erick's constant checking in and assessing of Jake's comfort! Of course, as much as I'm loving the slow burn, I can't say I'm not excited for the actual restraints!

[Bradstick]

Ahh I absolutely love these two. The slow burn going is incredible and makes my heart go all warm. The last couples of days have been pretty rough and these new chapters have definitely been a bright spot.

The scene of Erik running his hand across Jake before grabbing him by the balls was so hot. Then it went to a really touching moment with the hug and Erik reassuring him. I’m really excited to see what this “strict but comfortable” position will be! Can’t wait for the next chapter!!!

[Subboi]

Erick is very convincing. He reminds me of Zack quite a lot in terms of confidence, calmness, and authority. Jake is completely subjugated and it’s beautiful to read.

[Gaybondage]

Oh man, bondagefreak, you really outdid yourself this time. This story is so hot.
Out of curiosity, when you write your stories, do you picture yourself from the perspective of Erick or Jake? Or Dom vs Sub in general?

[bondagefreak]

Oh man, bondagefreak, you really outdid yourself this time. This story is so hot.
Out of curiosity, when you write your stories, do you picture yourself from the perspective of Erick or Jake? Or Dom vs Sub in general?

Oh, I'm most definitely a Dom. Though I do not necessarily need to picture myself in the narrative in order to verbally illustrate it. As such, I have tales written from both perspectives and even some from a neutral observer-type narrator.

More importantly though, I'm thrilled to hear you're enjoying this! Welcome to the adventure, my friend. I've added your name to the tag list, that way you'll be notified as soon as a new chapter is published. Stay tuned!

[bondagefreak]

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[bondagefreak]

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CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB

THE BOI & THE ALPHA

CHAPTER 15 - WEB OF MADNESS

Erick apparently had a lot of stuff to get done both in and out of the house today, but even though I was essentially going to be stashed away for what I assumed was a large part of the afternoon, my host didn’t rush things or appear the least bit interested in hurriedly sorting me out. On the contrary, he ended up taking things real slow and making me feel as though he had all the time in the world for me. His calm demeanour gave me peace and left me feeling treasured instead of making me feel as though I were a hindrance that quickly needed sorting out.

I was gently guided towards the centre of the large room; my bare soles producing soft shuffling noises as they brushed against the foamy exercise mat-covered flooring. Erick’s sinister chuckling immediately greeted my ears as soon as he caught sight of my wide-eyed expression. The sizeable duffle bag positioned on the nearby workout bench was quite literally filled with long coils of black bondage rope.

“What’s a matter, boi? You didn’t think I’d run out of rope now, did you?” he forebodingly chuckled, flashing me a mischievous grin that betrayed obvious amusement at the sight of my unspoken discomposure. There was so much fuckin’ rope! Too much of it, in fact. Probably enough to hold a small army hostage.


I watched as my captor unslung the lengthy coil of black rope hanging from his right shoulder and watched as he began slowly and very adeptly fastening a makeshift harness around my chest and upper torso.

The surprisingly soft rope came down on both sides of my neck. It went beneath my armpits, around my shoulder blades, and then across my upper and lower chest before finally going up to the back of my neck again. Much like the padded collar buckled and locked around my neck, the chest harness was an all-around snug fit, but not an uncomfortable one.

“Can you breathe okay? Not too tight?” the statuesque man asked, after fishing into the nearby duffle bag and producing another lengthy coil of thin black rope – the diameter of which looked about the same as that of my pinky finger.

“Mm-hmm.” I cheerily nodded, slowly rolling my shoulders back and finding a strange amount of satisfaction in this newfound constriction. It felt good. Strange, but good.

“Good. Now come here. Turn around. There. Spread your legs a bit. Put your arms down at your sides. That’s it. Good boi.” came his next series of calmly spoken commands. A blissful warmth washed over me at the sound of those last two words.

I did as I was told, walked over towards the nearby workout bench where the burly hunk had taken a seat, and then silently stood naked in front of him as he began uncoiling the moderately lengthy bit of rope.


Our eyes were now at the same level – give or take a centimetre or two – due to his seated position on the leathery workout bench. I vividly recall discreetly glancing at his face while he uncoiled the sizeable length of rope and still remember admiring his features and thinking to myself what a handsome and mesmerisingly good-looking man he was.

His arms and hands were just stupidly big, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't find the idea of being physically - and perhaps even forcibly - manhandled by them incredibly alluring.


In any case, a jolt of nervous excitement immediately traversed my naked body and travelled up my spine when the second coil of black rope was finally unleashed. My left wrist was slowly but very securely fastened down to the outside of my left thigh. A third coil was then fished out and unraveled; this one taking on the task of securing my right wrist down to my right thigh.

When Erick asked me to struggle and attempt to free myself from these new binds, I obeyed and immediately made the attempt. Much to my own immeasurable excitement and great satisfaction, my wrists remained firmly wedged in place. The ropework was tight. Not tight enough to cut off my blood flow or cause me any discomfort, but definitely tight enough to keep my arms pinned down at my sides and my hands uselessly trapped against the outside of my own thighs. The newly imposed restraints felt oddly rewarding, once again providing me with an irrefutable confirmation that I was genuinely enjoying this.


“That’s pretty tight, ain’t it?” the burly-armed leviathan self-assuredly questioned; obviously drawing some measure of amusement from my continued inability to break free.

“Yes, Sir.” I instinctively answered, struggling in vain for a few more seconds before once again accepting defeat.

Erick grinned; letting a deep, cocksure chuckling fill the room before voicing out an ominous promise and alerting me to the fact that he was just getting started. “Don't worry, boi. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be sausaged up so nice and tight you won’t even know what to do with yourself.” he warned, the sound of his tantalizingly sinister promise sending a veritable shiver of anticipatory excitement up my spine.

'Oh my god, Jake. What the hell did you get yourself into?' I remember silently thinking to myself.



My soothingly self-assured captor spent what must’ve been the next fifteen or twenty minutes securing my upper body into what I later learned was a form of art. Something called Shibari. In other words, the art of restraining.

The ropework was overly elaborate and honestly a little excessive. But even as the minutes ticked by and the constricting network of crisscrossing strands grew tighter and more complex, the overall result remained strangely unchanged. It was strict but inexplicably comfortable.

That being said, I can’t tell you how rosy-cheeked and utterly flustered I became when the overly intricate diamond-patterned webbing gradually expanded downwards and began encompassing not only my stomach and forearms but also my already bound wrists. I was left quite literally powerless to do anything as the flow of blood was diverted away from various parts of my body in favour of rushing towards my crotch.

By the time the intricate webbing had fully overtaken my forearms and abdomen, the once-flaccid member hanging between my thighs was furiously erect and jutting out in front of me as though animated by some great anger.



Erick pretended not to notice at first. But when finally he halted the maddening expansion of his ever-tightening rope-prison and pointed out that my glaringly engorged member hadn’t escaped his notice, my humiliation was complete.

“Well. Someone sure seems to be enjoying this.” he chuckled, before extending a hand forward and teasingly digging the tip of a large index finger directly into the underside of my hyper-sensitive sack.

I yelped; instinctively pulling away in an attempt to escape his torturously teasing touch. Erick, however, had easily anticipated my retreat. He hooked his talons into the crisscrossing web of ropes adorning my stomach and easily pulled my fleeing form back in towards his seated frame. “Hahaha! Where d’you think you’re going, boi? You ain’t goin’ nowhere!” came the sound of his immensely deep and downright raucously booming laughter.



My painfully erect woodie quaked, throbbed and bobbed around with renewed anger when additional rope was fished out and the fiendishly constrictive cocoon resumed its infuriating expansion. Not only that, but my face pretty much took on an air of unbridled panic when the two lengths of rope hanging from my lower back were wedged up my bum, passed in between my thighs and then pulled up around both sides of my furiously aching crotch.

A noticeably evil chuckle left my behemothic captor’s grinning lips as he pulled the ropes taut, causing them to dig further up my bum crack, to the point where they were quite literally pressing up against my anus.

I remember wincing and letting out a deeply pleasured groan. I was quite literally beside myself with emotion by that point. Even to this day, I still don't know what it was I was feeling. Was it panic? Exhilaration? Fear? Arousal?

The mind-numbing cocktail of raw emotions flooding my core was indescribable. Still, Master Erick didn’t relent. His colossal arms and immensely large-fingered hands worked tirelessly and with ruthless efficiency. His meticulousness and self-assured manner were matched only by the frightening strictness of his knots.

The pair of ropes which had been pulled all the way up between my bums and around both sides of my manhood were tightly twisted above the base of my distended erection before finally branching off and connecting to the very intricate network of ropes firmly clutching my waist and navel.

The unexpected crotch harness did very little in the way of appeasing my infuriated arousal.
Quite the opposite, actually. It only fuelled it.

I gasped, groaned and squirmed rather endlessly as the increasingly maddening web worked its way down; digging beneath, around and even between my pert bums, before tightly trapping my thighs together and slowly encompassing my knees. I was quite literally being mummified alive!


It sort of escaped me at the time, but there was actually method to Erick’s labyrinthian handiwork. For reasons I would not immediately pick up on, a seemingly numberless amount of interconnected ropes had been latched onto the multi-directional slipknot snuggly surrounding my undefended crotch.

They say all roads lead to Rome. But in my case, well...Rome may as well have been a metaphor for the full sack and increasingly irate "Tower of Pisa" rising up from my defenceless groin. Erick was most definitely up to something.

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[Snozzberry]

@bondagefreak My painfully erect woodie quaked, throbbed and bobbed around with renewed anger when additional rope was fished out and the fiendishly constrictive cocoon resumed its infuriating expansion. Not only that, but my face pretty much took on an air of unbridled panic when the two lengths of rope hanging from my lower back were wedged up my bum, passed in between my thighs and then pulled up around both sides of my furiously aching crotch."

This definitely sounds like the recipe for a 100 Megaton Atomic Wedgie.

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[thespy]

Ohh poor Jakey, such a vulnerable compromising position... yet hard as a rock :p hehe. great chapter, Jake is slowly getting more relaxed and sure of himself, I know by the end of It, he will inhabit his true sub self.... cant wait for it.

[socjuc]

Totally brilliant!!!!

Loved Jake describing his experience of different apparatus used on him and the feeling it gave him....and his newly found erotic state throughout. So well described for a first time getting tied. Also great to read of Erick's stoic and entertaining reactions

I am eager to read how Erick will complete this 'mummification' of Jake....i have my own ideas

What an awesome chapter Sir! U r a true Artist! Merci

[Bradstick]

As much I love a sleepsack or duct tape mummification, there is something so elegant when rope is used. Specially lots of it when tied in extravagant patterns and unyielding knots. This definitely going to be something memorable!

I am curious what Erik has in store for our little sausage prisoner. I doubt he will leave him on the floor with just the restraints. He needs to be motivated to escape only to realize he can’t. Nothing a sweaty gag can’t fix, especially from that hockey bag

Can’t wait for then chapter! This first taste into his new role is already amazing! Great work!

[4toes]

Looks like Jake-o is enjoying himself right now. Can't wait what Erick plans to do next. Hahaha hope he gets a new thing when he starts doing shoe play and all the more someone being tortured by the smelliness of his feet.

[Subboi]

This description is so detailed that you can visualise it. Erick is really good at soothing Jake’s angst given it is his first time. I was wondering whether he would tighten up the ropes if Jake had said he was able to breathe too easily.