Stories of Tie Up Games

I love hypnosis especially paired with bondage!!! I am very excited to see how they will be bound to this altar and what that will entail!!!

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The Dungeon Master - part 9

(Co-written with @DeeperThanRed)

“HHUUHHH?”

Mateo shook his head – or, at least, tried to – the length of bamboo exaggerating those movements he was able to make. Catching Julian’s eye was impossible with his neck secured at its extended angle and he emitted a snort, part-frustration, part-incomprehension. Why was communicating with his partner suddenly so hard?

He wasn't sure how he felt about being the sacrificial offering. Sure, sacrifice sort of fitted with the Holy Warrior vibe of his character but being chained to an altar to open a door just seemed a bit... unglamorous. Would the rest of the party unchain the sacrifice once the way was clear, or would he be stuck there?

Stu, too, frowned at the "rogue and cleric" suggestion but stalled for time.

"What kind of chains?" he wondered, "how do they fasten? is the altar for one person, or two? is there, uh, dried blood or anything?"

He flexed the muscles of his arms and fidgeted at the tape around his hands, out of sight at the back of his neck, working to unclasp his interlocked fingers. Even if it wasn't occurring to him - or the others - to question why they were still tied up after defeating the rope golem, the escape artist within him instinctively explored and prodded at his confinement, searching for a weakness, a way out.

"Maybe..." he tugged a little harder at his wrist-bindings, feeling the pressure transferred through the anchoring rope to his belt, making his leather jeans just a little tighter around the crotch, "... maybe the cleric if we only need to leave one offering. If two, then, uh, cleric and bard?"

Unconsciously, he tested the strength of the cords keeping his arms bent. He glanced at his partner, still blindfolded and collared.

"I mean, you're going to need a dwarf to read all the stuff on the walls. And with Kaiden... well, he should recover his eyesight soon but until he does, he's sort of tethered to me..."

Stu shook the leash for emphasis.

Richard sat back and, with quiet satisfaction, let the discussions unfold. He touched a key on his laptop and the ambient soundtrack became almost subliminally more sinister, the whispery echoing taking on an unsettling Devil’s Chord at the very edge of audibility.

As the three men still able to talk negotiated who should be chained to the doorway altar, Richard surreptitiously studied the fourth member of the party, Mateo. Clearly not 100% accepting of his situation, the businessman’s fingers fluttered like trapped birds, each hand fixed at the opposing elbow, helpless even to twist let alone reach a single one of the knots that kept him bound. The burly ginger man knew his roping.

The bamboo gag had been a spur-of-the-moment choice and Richard had secretly delighted in Julian’s additional tethering of their host to minimise eye contact as well as vocal communication. Much as he appreciated the huffing and gargling, however, Richard knew Mateo’s jaws would start to ache and, over time, the open-mouthed configuration risked accidental inhalation of saliva.

No, aesthetically pleasing it might be, but the wooden bar could only be temporary.

Outside, the storm was, if anything, worsening. Richard was reminded of the similarly foul day he was introduced to Mateo. The younger man had been protected against the weather in a dark blue rain jacket, not outlandish in the slightest but Richard, alert to such things, had registered the unusually mixed frisson emanating from the businessman, somehow both highly self-conscious and erotic – albeit erotic in a way Mateo seemed to be doing his best to conceal.

Richard’s interest had been piqued but, to his disappointment, the incident had never been repeated, Mateo’s kink side apparently going underground again.

Until now.

Richard’s thoughts strayed to the gear he’d glimpsed in the garage wardrobes – some of it not dissimilar to the melodramatic oilskin cloak he’d arrived in himself (and in which he’d spent a stormy night outdoors once, against his will…) – and he had a sudden mental image of a fully waterproofed Mateo out in the rain, maybe staked out in that yard of his or taken for a walk, trussed and comprehensively gagged beneath a hooded cape, sweating and uncomfortable but unable to do anything about his circumstances. Not without risking public discovery, anyway, which had always seemed the businessman’s worst fear.

Richard indulged the scenario for a moment or two, savouring the possibilities.

Lightning flickered outside, drawing him back to the matter at hand. Julian and Stu were apparently at odds but being almost painfully polite with one another, seeming equally conflict averse. The PVC-vested biker’s bound arms strained and flexed as he spoke (and Richard could see his strong fingers searching for a way out of their tape prison) but he made no complaint about what must be an increasingly stressful position.

Which, naturally, made Richard want to change things up, find what made this muscled captive tick. If Mateo’s terror was public exposure, what triggered Stu? According to Kaiden, the biker fancied himself a Houdini, so... the humiliation of a failed escape, even before this small audience?

In a way, it was Kaiden who was surprising Richard the most. His friend was not only tolerating the blindfold, collar and leash, he seemed almost to enjoy them. Sure, there was the hypnotic element, the carefully curated mood of the room, but that was by no means total and Richard had expected more resistance from the man who, out of all those present, he knew the best.

Richard steepled his fingers and grinned. People, he reflected, were endlessly, delightfully surprising.

Always a stickler for details, Stu. Richard appreciated that about him: the more immersive the image of the dungeon in the minds of the player, the deeper they would find themselves entrenched in their roles.

At least, that was the idea.

His gaze passed over Mateo’s meagre attempts to call for help, Richard looked at Stu and Julian. “The chains protrude from the slab of rock that is the altar. There are no bolts, the metal juts from the formation naturally as if a tree growing from the earth.”

Stu’s brow creased in concentration.

“There are eight manacles in total, each chain ending with two. The cuffs seem to lock with clasps that would require a lot of strength and dexterity to open. They are short, sturdy chains, meant to tautly stretch a man across the altar but it would be possible to secure two sacrifices there, one on top of the other.”

Richard gazed at Stu mysteriously. “There are no bloodstains but some old, discolored marks catch your eye. I leave it to your imagination what they might be from.”

"Maybe the cleric if we only need to leave one offering. If two, then, uh, cleric and bard?"

Brilliant choices. Mateo was in no condition to object, and this would be a nice opportunity to replace his bamboo gag with something more comfortable. Julian might pose more difficulties but seeing how he perked up upon the mention of “stacking sacrifices”, perhaps he’d be more eager than Richard gave him credit for.

Kaiden grunted when his partner played with his leash, before adding. “It’s true that we’d fare better by splitting up. Yes, it’s dangerous and that’s how you get killed in a horror movie but at least there’d be no danger of you two getting lost.”

Mateo produced more displeased moans, but his muffled argument fell on deaf ears.

Then, it was up to Julian’s vote. The youngest man scratched his chin in thought.

“I… think this makes sense. My character is designed for allure, there’s no question I’d make a satisfactory offering. Plus, Mateo is a holy man so that doubles the appeal.”

Perhaps that’s how this boy works, Richard pondered. Mateo’s big fear was exposure, while Stu’s was the humiliation of failed escape. Julian, on the other hand, tried to make everyone happy. Kaiden was a bit harder, but Richard figured he trusted his friend unconditionally, unlike the biker whose boundless confidence lay in his Houdini-like abilities.

“If we’re all on the same page,” Richard summarised, “may I do the honors and place you on the altar?”

Julian gulped and then nodded with increasing enthusiasm.

Mateo just sighed, all but giving up.

Julian was not an expert on getting in and out of bondage by any means, as all of his experience came from online content and trial-and-error. However, even he could tell that Stu was an escape expert, seeing the way his muscles worked against the ropes with practiced ease and how he watched Richard’s movements with professional interest.

The prop for the altar was, of course, Mateo’s durable, large coffee table. Julian pulled the thing near the dinner table on the game master’s instructions and helped Mateo lay on it, face up. Richard had a wide array of leather cuffs, all with metal rings on them that could link to each other or have chains pulled through them to create longer bondage equipment.

Mateo’s ankles were attached to the table’s legs with the help of these cuffs, only a short chain connecting the wooden beams and the businessman’s hairy legs.

At first, Mateo’s puppy dog stare was a bit much for Julian but as if he could read his mind, Richard solved this issue by blindfolding Mateo with a black bandana.

Then, with Julian holding Mateo’s numb arms, Richard untied them from their box tie and applied cuffs, tying them to the table’s legs in the same manner as his legs.

With no small amount of excitement, Julian realized that this position stretched Mateo’s clothes even more across his crotch and chest, making his harness downright obvious.

“Now,” a heavy hand landed on Julian’s shoulder, nearly buckling his knees. What was up with him? He was not normally this compliant and preferred his men more submissive… well, Richard was the dungeon MASTER, after all.

“Julian, why don’t you lie on top of our host? The cleric is bigger than you so it’s only fitting he acts as your altar.”

Thankfully, Julian was 145 pounds soaking wet so he doubted Mateo would have any trouble, but it was still… as he contemplated his weight, Julian felt his cheek being pressed to something hard.

When did Richard make him lie atop the bound businessman???

In a daze, the young man let his wrists and ankles be tied to Mateo’s cuffs in the same manner. He thought maybe they could help each other to work the bonds off, being so close and all but, as if reading his mind, their captor pre-empted this, fixing tight leather mitts on both of them beneath the cuffs, destroying any chance at using their fingers.

Julian cleared his throat. “So, Stu, Kaiden. You guys make sure to get what’s inside that room and return quickly, okay?” Maybe, Mateo could get rid of this gag now that he had no reason to hold his hammer.

Richard continued his narration as if nobody had spoken. “You fixed the offerings in place but Stu, you realize the scripts make clear reference to ‘silent sacrifices’. It’s much safer to pass if they are properly muted.”

Kaiden nodded. “Well, I think you know what that means. Better keep them quiet until we return.”

Julian opened his mouth in protest but when he did, something soggy and soft filled his oral cavity. Richard had speedily removed the young man’s socks and stuffed them inside his mouth! The agility on that guy, Julian thought with equal amounts of respect and annoyance.

He hoped for a simple cleave gag but Richard seemingly had better plans. The buckled leather device he put on Julian was similar to a panel gag, with a small protrusion that pushed the sock stuffing deeper inside Julian’s mouth. However, it had a long, thick silicon phallus protruding from its front panel.

I look like I have a dildo coming out of my mouth, Julian thought. Then he realized what Richard was about to do! He tried warning Mateo but with his partner blindfolded and Julian himself gagged, there was no stopping the burly DM!

Richard untied the ropes holding Mateo’s bamboo gag and then, after a short water break in which Julian’s muffled objections were ignored, he applied a plug gag to Mateo, then removed the plug itself.

This left Mateo’s lower jaw muzzled aside from a ring-opening that held his mouth open. Julian groaned as he felt his head being pushed down, the fake cock attached to his gag pushed between Mateo’s jaws… then, a strap was wrapped around their heads to keep them together.

Julian’s gag was also gagging his boyfriend. It was as if they were presented in a parody of a kiss, helpless in the face of some perverted old god.

Julian felt himself getting hard inside his shorts, which began riding low, exposing the waistband of his briefs – and, to his horror, the bare skin of his upper crack. It didn’t help that he was practically frotting against Mateo’s rock-hard torso and inhaling his musk.

Richard nudged his shorts down a little further and removed Mateo’s blindfold before leaving them, to return to the game.

This was Julian’s first time being tied to someone and he was… inadvertently liking it, despite also hating it. How this was possible Julian didn’t know but he was quickly losing his inclination to care about it.

He just hoped that Stu and Kaiden would fare better in their journey...

Stu tried not to look surprised at the general agreement with his “cleric and bard” plan. Mateo might be in no position to argue but the biker had anticipated resistance from Julian and possibly even Kaiden: Stu knew his boyfriend wasn’t above adopting an oppositional viewpoint to wind him up or just to be perverse and part of him had expected the wirier man to smirk and say, “nah, let’s just sacrifice the rogue”.

Julian seemed into it for sure.

“… I’d make a satisfactory offering. Plus, Mateo is a holy man so that doubles the appeal.”

“Yeah,” Stu nodded, suddenly aware of how bizarre the head movement must appear, flanked by his bound arm-wings, “and it says the sacrifice has to be ‘of equal value’; that sounds like two get chained to the stone, to let two enter.”

As Julian and Richard prepared the “altar” and the latter produced cuffs, chains and mitts from his seemingly infinite bag (like a bearish ginger Mary Poppins), Stu began delivering a low-voiced commentary for the benefit of his blindfolded partner.

“… so, Mateo’s out of the ropes now and into cuffs… they look like a set you used on me once and there’s those leather mitten-things underneath, the type that lock fingers in a kind of bag that can’t be removed… those are a total pain in the arse…”

“I’m sure we can find a pair in your size,” interrupted Kaiden, “for when I realise my bounty’s right here under my nose and haul the rogue back with me, packaged up nice and neat.”

With his tape-wrapped hands, Stu gave the leash an admonitory jerk.

Mateo, legs now cuffed, spread and very firmly chained to the lower end of the sturdy wooden coffee table, was increasingly resigned to his fate. It was a relief to be free of the box tie and he would’ve rubbed the numbness out of his fingers if Julian hadn’t been holding (and, mercifully, massaging) his arms.

Mateo’s relief was short-lived – in a matter of minutes, Richard was guiding his hands into enclosed leather mittens and buckling them tightly in wrist cuffs – but at least the new position allowed him to extend cramped muscles and stretch his body out.

If anything, he was a little too stretched out on the long wooden surface; Mateo was suddenly more aware of both the chest harness and the leather jock concealing his cock cage, all now rather more apparent through his clothing.

The bandanna blindfold seemed fair exchange for the prospect of removal of the bamboo holding his jaws apart, but he grunted in surprise when Julian’s weight was lowered on top of him and the smaller man squirmed to become comfortable.

The odd thing was, it did feel comfortable. Maybe not physically – the harness was pressed ever more forcefully into his sensitive nipples (making Mateo want to squirm) – but there was something deeply comforting about the closeness of his partner, about the smell of Julian and the little grunts he made as he arranged his body over Mateo’s, even of the younger man’s cock, sandwiched between them. He was reminded of the times he’d spooned his boyfriend in bed, enfolding Julian and keeping him captive through muscle-power alone.

Mateo’s own cock started to strain against the confines of its silicon-and-leather prison, the keys to which were still on a chain around Julian’s neck – now nestling teasingly between the businessman’s pectorals.

Mateo caught the phrase “silent sacrifices” and realised, from Julian’s increasingly muffled protests, that his partner was being gagged. Good! He smiled inwardly at the thought of the younger man getting a taste of his own medicine.

The businessman’s spirits lifted even more when his own gag was finally removed, and he was able to flex his neck again. Ice-cold water tasted divine, and he gulped it gratefully, ignoring Julian’s increasingly urgent grunting. It felt strange but not unpleasant being ungagged while his partner struggled to speak. Julian's gag seemed an effective one.

Of course his vocal freedom couldn’t last. Mateo accepted the plug gag phlegmatically; it was at least less of a jawbreaker than the bamboo pole had been, especially when the central mouth-plug part was removed… only to be replaced by a throat-filling length of silicone, which he initially struggled to accommodate. Less than a minute of focused nose-breathing, however, and he’d begun to get used to it… and finally the blindfold was untied…

… revealing Julian’s wide eyes, barely two inches from his own!

The bard's expression was hard to read, despite its proximity, and Mateo tried to signal "are you okay?" through the medium of eyebrows alone. A quick sideways glance told him his boyfriend was as securely cuffed and mitted as he was.

“… so now they’re kiss-gagging each other... and it's, y'know, hot,” Stu told his partner, adding mischievously, “such a shame you can’t see it.”

“Am I still blind?” Kaiden asked, “isn’t it wearing off a bit by now? I'm going to need vision to get my bounty properly in my sights..."

Stu's immersion in and enjoyment of the game was obvious, and that made Kaiden want all the more to tease him with threats of imminent capture and removal from the action.

"Well, if your blindness is lifting," Stu retorted, "how come I'm still tied up? Did no-one untie me after we defeated the rope monster?"

To be continued...

Well, Stu, I don't recall anyone untying you...

The double bondage predicament of Mateo and Julian is extremely hot. I'm not sure if the subliminal hypnosis is fading but it's sounding like Richard'll need to think quickly to get things back under control without overplaying his hand... maybe ease off now and go back in at the next opportunity?

As always, looking forward to the next instalment!

Some amazing updates to catch up on! These 4 need some serious team building bonding exercises to work better together!

Tying Mateo and Julian together was incredibly hot, so I hope sacrificing both is worth it!

As for the poll, I'm hopeful that Julian ends up winning! I want to see what he might do with the rest under his control... but, I'll be happy with any outcome the ends with Richard getting his usual comeuppance!

blackbound wrote: 7 months agoThe double bondage predicament of Mateo and Julian is extremely hot. I'm not sure if the subliminal hypnosis is fading but it's sounding like Richard'll need to think quickly to get things back under control without overplaying his hand... maybe ease off now and go back in at the next opportunity?

Well, they say hypnosis works best of all on those who want to be hypnotised. Maybe they're unconsciously (or not-so-unconsciously) into it?

As always, looking forward to the next instalment!

Glad to hear it! You won't have to wait long.

gag1195 wrote: 7 months agoSome amazing updates to catch up on! These 4 need some serious team building bonding exercises to work better together!

Hah, true! And Richard, naturally, exploits any and all divisions.

Tying Mateo and Julian together was incredibly hot, so I hope sacrificing both is worth it!

Quite the gamble, isn't it?!

As for the poll, I'm hopeful that Julian ends up winning! I want to see what he might do with the rest under his control... but, I'll be happy with any outcome the ends with Richard getting his usual comeuppance!

Julian is a bit of a dark horse...

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The Dungeon Master - part 10

(Co-written with @DeeperThanRed)

Kaiden thought that everything was going according to plan. Now he was effectively rid of any chance of opposition, all he needed to do was remove his blindfold and take advantage of Stu’s bound-up position to take him down. He was quite certain that once he gagged his hapless partner, Richard would hurry to make him withdraw the act.

But the blond man preferred to wait and see first.

For now, Stu’s first-hand commentary made things highly entertaining. Kaiden couldn’t help but tease him, despite knowing that Stu had him on a leash.

All in all, Julian and Mateo must have a nice view themselves. Despite Julian’s boyish looks, he was now sure that the young otter was the dominant one in the relationship, and if great minds did indeed think alike, Kaiden predicted that the key around his neck belonged to something Mateo had on under his clothes.

This whole “being bound to your significant other” thing didn’t sound so bad. Kaiden found himself imagining being bound to Stu, maybe a pair of straitjackets strapped around each other’s backs, forcing them to hug close, their heads forced together in a gagged kiss by rounds and rounds of tape...

Or maybe they could be hogtied across each other in a 69-fashion, their mouths gagged with each other’s erections, not unlike Stu’s description of Julian’s gag inside Mateo’s mouth.

Or maybe someone would mummify them as one, holding them together with a double-sided dildo inside both men.

Kaiden shook his head. Why was he so intent to imagine himself in bondage? He wanted to get out of his current situation and end the game with Stu metaphorically (and hopefully literally) bagged by his mercenary character.

“Am I still blind? Isn’t it wearing off a bit by now? I'm going to need the vision to get my bounty properly in my sights..."

He definitely wouldn’t mind seeing their cute bard and cleric chained up for sacrifice.

Richard intervened. “You’re indeed correct, Stu! None of your friends untied you! Kaiden, would you mind helping your fellow out?”

Stu jerked at his bound wrists, held uncomfortably behind his neck.

"Seriously, you guys just left me like this?"

He wrenched again, frowning as the rope bit into his bare arms (and regretting having being coaxed out of his leather armour). Recognising he needed his fingers free to make decent progress, the biker started to flex and yank his taped hands in earnest, pausing only to mouth "oh shit" at seeing Kaiden’s hands move toward his blindfold and leash.

Now’s my chance, Kaiden smirked. “Of course, but you know I’m going to need my eyes to see the knots. Also, with Stu holding me like this, I can’t get behind him.”

Even Stu could see that this was a trap from a mile away but it’s not like he had much of a choice. After Richard confirmed that the blind status effect had worn off, Kaiden threw away the blindfold and unclasped the leash from his collar.

If Richard or Stu noticed that he didn’t them remove the collar itself, they didn’t say anything.

The DM folded his fingers and looked at the duo. “You enter the crypt chamber that creaked dustily open after the offered heroes took their places on the sacrificial altar. The room is cold and dry, giving a different air compared to your exploration so far.

“Once you take a few steps, you find a large sarcophagus placed vertically in the middle of the room. There are various riches and trinkets scattered around, not unlike the burial room of a king. It’s hard to say who this room belonged to but there are no other obvious exits.”

“What do you do?”

“This must be the treasure room we’ve been looking for,” Stu guessed.

Richard just looked at them expectantly, his impartial expression giving no hints. Kaiden felt oddly at ease despite the creepy description of the room. A look at the rogue’s face confirmed that he also felt the same way.

“First things first,” Kaiden smirked at Stu, “from the start, I’ve had no intention of sharing the treasure. I attack Stu and grapple him down.”

Richard raised a brow, ignoring Stu’s cries of “traitor!”.

“Roll a die.”

With the ropes around Stu pulling his agility down, Kaiden had no trouble gaining the upper hand in combat. “I tackle the rogue and tie his legs together with my belt.”

Wordlessly, Richard passed him a roll of heavy Gorilla tape. Close enough, Kaiden figured, before grabbing Stu’s legs, holding them together and starting to wrap them with tape.

Luckily, he knew Stu well enough to recognize him trying to generate slack. His cumbersome boots and pants, however, offered little room for manoeuvrability and when Stu’s token struggles threatened to become unruly, Kaiden reminded him how used he was to tying him up by lightly squeezing his leathered bulge.

“Now, who has the leash?”

For good measure, Kaiden wrapped Stu’s legs in multiple layers of tape, from ankles to knees.

“His shouting could attract monsters,” Richard added a helpful reminder, “you may want to do something about that.”

Kaiden winked. “Great idea. Do you have anything in mind?” Before he had even finished his sentence, the DM passed him a small ball gag. This was duly forced between Stu’s teeth, reinforced with the bandana left over from Mateo and secured with ten rounds of black Gorilla tape.

Patting Stu’s cheek, Kaiden taunted him, “I can’t wait to haul you back as my prize along with whatever booty lies in this coffin. I may sell the cleric and bard but I’m keeping you.”

Smug as a snake, Kaiden turned to Richard. “What now?”

“Let’s see…” the ginger stud turned to Julian and Mateo, “… what do you two choose to do this turn?” Only moans and grunts. Their voices had become unfocused and increasingly in tune with Richard’s thrumming background music.

“Stu, do you choose to do anything? You could try to free yourself.”

The treasure room sounded intriguing but, within seconds, Stu was contending with an attack from the traitorous elf. He did his best to resist but Kaiden stealth-pressured his leathered crotch and, in minutes, the big man's legs were taped together from ankle to knee, his assailant even lifting his feet off the ground to run a round of Gorilla Extra Strong under and over his boots.

"You bastar-!" gasped Stu, as the ball-gag was pressed into his mouth, wrapped with Mateo's bandanna then secured with ten more turns of the heavy-duty adhesive, sealing his face from nose to chin.

"... I may sell the cleric and bard but I'm keeping you."

Stu could only growl in response. He could potentially, with time and perspiration, loosen and even dislodge some elements of the gag but, for now, it was tight and effective.

"What do you two choose to do in this turn?" asked Richard, and Mateo was dragged back from his reverie of Julian's to focus on gameplay once again.

What could they do? His face was strapped so closely to Julian's that their breathing intermingled and every little movement of one translated to the other, through their shared gag and multiple points of contact. In Mateo's case, his partner's squirming was agitating his harness-sensitive nipples almost unbearably and his cock strained inside its cage within the leather jock. He could barely concentrate on anything else.

Try to escape? His side-glances had revealed that Julian's hands were as securely cuffed and mitted as his own so there would be no struggling free of those bonds.

Julian was quiet and his eyes seemed a little glazed over (although they were so close it was difficult for Mateo to maintain focus himself). The businessman bucked upward at the crotch and arched upwards against Julian's cock, to get his attention. Was his usually dominant partner coping with the situation? Mateo grunted a mangled "are you okay?"

"Stu, do you choose to do anything? I think you can try to free yourself."

The leather and PVC-clad biker didn't need a second invitation. Pushing his chair back from the table, he slid off it and on to the floor. His escape idol, Houdini, always did his best loosening of restraints when he was able to wriggle freely, using floor and furniture as leverage.

Kaiden leaned forward. “If everyone is busy, I’ll try to open the sarcophagus.”

Richard smiled, which made the elven warrior’s smile falter. This was the winning stroke… wasn’t it?

Fearing Kaiden moving to intensify things further, Stu worked quickly, almost frantically, wriggling like a cut snake and rubbing his taped hands against the floor, the edges of the chair and table, even considering Mateo and Julian's "altar" as a suitably sharp-cornered surface for tape abrasion.

The rolling around would, he hoped, loosen some of the roping and his sawing movements would reveal and exploit weaknesses in the hand-taping. Once he was able to unclasp his fingers, he could grope for knots and try to squeeze or slide a hand free.

“You pull the ancient stone with ease, the slabs moving against each other in near-silence. You expect to find a mummy dressed in gold and silver, or maybe big gemstones and ancient, valuable armor. Instead…”

The game master pulled out a small figurine and a curse escaped from Kaiden’s lips.

“Oh, you son of a bitch!”

“...you find a mimic staring back at you.”

To be continued...

Man, what a great story. It took me a while to read because I was turned off by the "roleplay log" nature of it at first, but once I got into it I was rewarded with fun characters and sexy situations. The hypno elements were a particularly welcome surprise (have been getting into them myself the last few years). The design of the rope golem was also super sexy!

The balance between the action within the game vs at the table is also handled well. I think my favorite character is definitely Richard. More mature men are simply hotter, and I'm enjoying his schemes to get all his players wrapped up like they secretly (even the doms, lol) want to be.

Croup wrote: 7 months ago Man, what a great story. It took me a while to read because I was turned off by the "roleplay log" nature of it at first, but once I got into it I was rewarded with fun characters and sexy situations. The hypno elements were a particularly welcome surprise (have been getting into them myself the last few years). The design of the rope golem was also super sexy!

Aw thanks so much for commenting, @Croup! Yeah, the role-play format is kinda super-geeky - to the point of being a turn-off for some - but me and @DeeperThanRed had used (most of) these characters in different situations in different stories and wanted an excuse to bring them all together. We liked the idea of D&D being that excuse.

The balance between the action within the game vs at the table is also handled well. I think my favorite character is definitely Richard. More mature men are simply hotter, and I'm enjoying his schemes to get all his players wrapped up like they secretly (even the doms, lol) want to be

Yeah, this was the first appearance, in our jointly-written fiction, of Richard but he quickly became a character about whom we instinctively wanted to know more, hence he popped up again in more of our writing: Nine Circles (where we see him, a few years younger, getting together with Lance, the spicy, combative guy for whom he develops his hypno skill) and that couple's second date, in Lust in France.

He's based, in part, on a guy I used to play RPGs with in real life, years ago, who always (or almost always) took the role of DM. He would incorporate elements of "method acting" at the table - for example, one character got lost in a dark room, so the player was made to wear a head-enclosing, eye-covering helmet, duct-taped so he couldn't remove it - and Richard was a kind of extension of that guy.

A mimic! And Kaden has betrayed everyone and has to deal with this new threat alone! He played his hand too soon! He should have waited to surprise his true target...

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The Dungeon Master - part 11

(Co-written with @DeeperThanRed)

All the while - and clearly getting into and off on the game narrative - Stu was gurgling "DAMN YOU, ELF!" curses into his gag.

As his partner kept poking him with his bulky body, it was getting increasingly hard for Julian to not get hard.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to think non-sexy things. Uh… fully clothed Mateo? No, he was still super-hot in his business suit, if not more so. A terrifying monster? Julian’s mind provided him with some very unhelpful tentacle monster images.

Why was it so hard to turn down the horniness? He didn’t know but he knew that his dick loved being sandwiched between the two of them.

Wait… Mateo was trying to tell him something! Or rather, ask him something. Julian looked back at his deep brown eyes and forced a frown, using what minimal movement remained in his neck to tap the gag a little deeper inside the cleric’s mouth.

“Mmmmpphh!”

I’m alright, he meant to say. Just stop trying to make me cum! Mateo probably wasn’t even trying to arouse him, but it was so hard to keep control in this situation when he normally led the way. The danger of creaming his pants in front of the Master also didn’t help-

Julian blinked. Master? Yeah, he didn’t want to be humiliated in front of the Dungeon Master… unless Richard… wanted it?

At least, the others seemed occupied with their own little predicaments, Julian pondered, taking a glance at how Stu was pushing at their coffee table in a futile frenzy. Hopefully, Kaiden’s betrayal could seal the end of the game, and they could all have a break.

But even that was seeming increasingly unlikely.

Mateo felt almost wholly synchronous with his significant other, the pair tethered and moving as one so the little (and not-so-little) stabs, jabs and waves of sensation at his nipples and groin seemed to travel through Julian's body and back into his own.

He was only dimly aware of Stu's frenzied sawing movements against the edge of the coffee table - and less aware yet of the appearance of the huge, padded trunk, agape to receive its prey...

The biker alternated between sawing and stretching motions, desperately flexing and rubbing at the tape covering his interlocked fingers. Regaining use of his hands was key to making any sort of escape; he tried to block out all other external distractions and focus exclusively on this one task.

With even just one finger free of tape, Stu would have a tool to work on that damnable three-layer gag... then he could perhaps use his teeth to help Julian or Mateo out of their leather prison-mitts (although neither one of the spreadeagle sacrifices seemed hugely driven to help himself in that regard).

A mimic.

Kaiden chastised himself for being so stupid. Of course, the big, obvious prize placed in plain sight would be trapped! He had been so proud of himself for putting Stu in his (cute) place that he had stopped thinking about what Richard may have been planning.

Remorse won’t do any good to me right now, he thought bitterly. Think, Kaiden, you’re the one here who knows Richard the best.

First of all, he had wasted his turn, and nobody was in any position to give him a hand, so the monster was going to make the first move.

“The mimic jumps at you the instant you make out the glowing eyes inside the sarcophagus,” Richard said, “you brace yourself against an attack but feel the lid closing behind you at an unnatural angle and throwing you inside the monster’s waiting maw. Under the rogue’s unbelieving gaze, the mimic closes its mouth with a loud thud and traps you inside.”

“Shit,” Kaiden browsed his character sheet in a hope that something could help him, “can I stab at the mimic?”

Richard smiled enigmatically. “Why don’t you make a Strength roll and find out?”

As it turned out, Kaiden didn’t have the room or point of support to allow him to get a clear hit. He swung his weapon but all it did was let the mimic adhere to his arm, making escape even harder.

Kaiden desperately looked at Richard. “You… don’t have a prop for the mimic… do you?”

The ginger Svengali rose from his seat and looked to Mateo. “I didn’t bring such a thing with me,” he said, giving Kaiden momentary hope, “but I think our host has something suitable… don’t you, Mateo?”

Kaiden couldn’t make anything out of the bound duo’s muffled groans, but it seemed Richard could, “just a little piece of apparatus I noticed when Julian was giving me a tour. Come on, Kaiden, give me a hand.”

Reluctantly (and without giving much thought as to why refusal didn’t even cross his mind), Kaiden followed Richard through Mateo’s residence into a home office, then helped him haul a large, leather-padded box to the living room.

The box looked a little like a retro trunk but when Richard opened it, Kaiden saw that it had a similarly leather-cushioned interior and even some ventilation holes.

Kaiden stared at Richard: “There’s no way I’m going to fit into this.”

“If you were a bigger man, you might not,” Richard agreed, “but this looks like an impulse purchase that went unused because it wasn’t big enough for that bigger man. Isn’t that right, Mateo?”

Julian heard and felt a groan vibrating his gag.

“Come on, Kaiden, let’s remove your armour to fit inside better. Let’s say… the mimic’s acid is gradually melting everything down.”

Kaiden had to accept that he was out of options. He stripped out of his clothing, positive that Stu was ogling him from the floor, and stood in front of the crate in his underwear - a tight pair of white boxer briefs. He sighed but allowed Richard to reapply the leather blindfold.

“Now, what?” the blond man asked nervously. His burly friend didn’t respond but Kaiden heard tape being ripped from its roll.

Taking the briefest of rest-pauses, Stu realised both Richard and Kaiden had temporarily left the room. The dining room. Dining! He blinked and glanced around, wondering if there was anything nearby that might aid him: a piece of dropped cutlery?

Julian wasn’t afraid of heights and technically knew that he was strapped up way too tightly to both the table and his partner for him to be even able to fall down but he still couldn’t help but close his eyes and press himself to Mateo (even more than he was) as he saw Stu sending light bumps and jolts to the bound couple through his own escape attempt.

Inadvertently, this caused him to thrust his muzzle toward Mateo’s mouth, the dildo going deeper - a small mercy that the comfortable man he was laying on top of didn’t have much of a gag reflex - but it still made his entire body shiver as Mateo’s muscles shifted. Julian could feel the other man’s muffled moans vibrate through their shared connection.

If Richard’s plan had been to get the tethered couple hot and bothered (and even more prone to compliance, an annoying voice at the back of Julian’s head added, unhelpfully), it was working.

Unlike Mateo, the younger man could see Stu’s struggles: the biker thankfully stopped pushing at the table with his taped-into-one fists and was looking around, likely for anything to help him in his getaway.

Sure enough, from his unique perspective, Julian could spot a fork under the coffee table. Julian grunted in his gag, wondering if Stu could find it on his own or if he could be directed toward it. Any attempts to get his attention by mumbling or pointing to the silverware with his eyes confused Mateo instead, who thought his boyfriend was trying to get his attention.

Whatever Stu was going to do – try to free himself and risk being punished on Richard’s return or hide the fork for later use - he had better hurry. Julian could hear two sets of footsteps.

On devilish impulse, Mateo simultaneously flexed and bucked upwards, making his body larger and grinding his groin upwards into that of his fellow captive - not out of any plan or even hope to escape but to see Julian's reaction to a tightening of his bonds.

Then he did it again. And again.

Stu, having looked in Julian's direction and caught his eye, looked quizzical for a moment then followed the younger man's gaze beneath the makeshift altar.

Yes! An escape tool!

Okay, a knife would've been better, better still something sharp but fixed in place but hell, it was better than nothing. The biker swivelled on his leather-clad buttocks and swung his tape-bound feet under the table, trying to catch the fork and pull it in his direction…

To be continued...

The cushioned box is an ingenious bit of DM improve on the part of Richard! Which will make his hopeful takedown and revenge all the sweeter!

Thanks to everyone who took the time to comment or to vote in the poll - @blackbound, @gag1195, @Guardianbound, @Bradstick, @CaptiveDan and @Croup.


The Dungeon Master - part 12 (finale)

(Co-written with @DeeperThanRed)

… and then... well, he was momentarily devoid of inspiration. If his hands hadn't been taped, he could've rolled on his back and grasped the fork. If they'd been tied at his waist or lower back, he could've tried to manoeuvre the utensil into a fixed position between his bound-together boots and begun jamming his taped fingers into the tines until the adhesive plastic was pierced or frayed enough to break.

With hands both taped and fixed upward, behind his neck, there was no immediately obvious way to put the tool to use.

Unable to think of anything else (and with no plan as to what to do beyond his instinct to GET TOOL), Stu rolled over and did his best to grasp the piece of silverware in his tape-tangled fingers.

Grunting in unwanted arousal, Julian glared at Mateo. The bigger guy really knew how to exacerbate his helplessness. Stretched further due to his shorter limbs, he couldn’t do much to stop Mateo from shaking him like a fish on a pan. Worse, he could feel the hard touch of a plastic cage on his bulge, pushing against him, in a relentless rhythm.

He hoped either Stu or Richard could put a stop to this because if it kept going, Julian was going to be in serious danger of shooting in his briefs.

Unfortunately, Stu seemed to be stuck and was trying to reach the fork without even looking at it, his packaged fingers a good deal away from it but it must have been hard to locate while he couldn’t quite control his movement.

It wouldn’t matter anyway - because Richard and Kaiden chose that moment to crabwalk inside the living room, carrying a large chest between them.

“I can’t leave you people to your own devices even for five minutes, can I?” Richard sighed dramatically at the sight of Stu struggling on the ground to free himself, “once I’m done with the elf, we’ll find somewhere you can more easily stay out of trouble.”

He spotted the fork under the table and swiped it from between Stu’s twisting hand-mittens.

“’You reach a fork in the road’,” Richard joked, putting the utensil aside.

Producing another black bandanna, he tied it tightly over the biker’s eyes!

Kaiden snickered at Stu’s ordeal. He was sure he wasn’t going to like being inside the chest, but it was nice to see that at least the others were as well-captured, “it’s a shame the mimic’s not big enough for both of us.”

Richard shot him an unreadable look then reached towards the roll of thick, wide Gorilla tape - immediately making Kaiden grateful that had taken time to shave his arms and legs.

“We’ll see about that. Now, if you will…”

Kaiden was no sore loser but even so, the rate at which he put his arms together to allow Richard to begin winding tape around them was… a surprise. One, two, three, four… Hmm, there were a lot of rounds of tape, but his hands were in front of him. Distantly, Kaiden thought maybe he could free himself without much difficulty; being inside the chest was going to be the biggest challenge.

That is until Richard took out another stick, similar to the one that was previously used to gag Mateo but somehow shorter and looking a lot thicker...

Urgh! Darkness!

Stu NNGGGHHH!!ed at the injustice of it all - not even managing to grasp a fork in time - and wasted no time in trying to angle his tape-mitted hands in such a way as to push the blindfold up and off. Failing this, he planned to return to his Quest To Find A Corner Pointy Enough To Snag Stuff On.

Mateo, on the other hand, delighting in having found a means of tormenting his glassy-eyed partner, continued to buck, grind and toss Julian like a pancake. A MANCAKE, perhaps?

After the dozenth buck, Julian had had enough! Did Mateo want to play? Fine, then he was going to return the teasing tenfold.

First off, his head might be strapped to his partner, but he still had the advantage of being on top. If he could hold his head high when Mateo pushed him, he could frot his chest on the bigger man’s clamped nipples! He also switched his moans from annoyed to sexy, knowing that Mateo’s cage would start to bother him once he got hard.

Meanwhile, Richard took hold of Kaiden’s arm and pulled him to sit inside the chest. Kaiden’s hesitation was no match for the game master’s insistence and persuasiveness. “There you go, now just keep your arms between your legs and - that’s it!”

Having wrapped Kaiden’s hands and fingers into uselessness, Richard pushed the bondage bar under the elf’s knees and over the crook of his elbows.

“This position,” explained the DM, his voice calm and level, “is called ‘bucking’. I was tied up like this position for a whole night. You won’t be. If you’re lucky.”

More Gorilla tape was used to secure Kaiden’s limbs to the bar as necessary, keeping the wirier man in a bent-forward position. Following a similar binding of his ankles, Richard placed entirely gratuitous X’s of tape over the man’s exposed nipples.

Kaiden expected the chest to be closed on top of him but the burly ginger just kept going, switching to rope and reaching in to wind loop after loop around the elven warrior, pulling his body towards the bar: his legs were tethered under his butt, which was attached to a harness going above and under his pecs and behind his neck. The last rope pulled his head forward, keeping it ducked between his arms and towards the stick - not to mention the way his shoulders were squared up.

Anymore and I’m going to be small enough to fit into a briefcase, Kaiden thought in bewilderment. What more Richard could add before closing the lid?

Initially, Mateo stifled a part-gagged chuckle at Julian's spirited retaliation but - fuck! - those clamps really were digging into his nipples! And, in an uncanny echoing of his bard character, shifting both dance and song from Annoyed to Sexy did indeed produce a near-magical effect on the contents of the dark-haired man’s cock cage.

Discomfort was crossing over into actual agh-fucking-stop-it pain!

And yet, Mateo found it difficult to stop provoking Julian: the flashes and throbbing in his nipples and cock seemed to fuel his drive toward escalation. He flashed back to those times when, as a child, he had been tickled so hard and for so long that the overwhelming sensations became unbearable - yet his heartfelt cries of "STOP IT!" intermingled with tears of laughter as well as pain.

He eased up a little, slyly changed his movements in response to his partner's, shifting from rhythmic bucking to a slower but equally relentless upward grind.

Stu was aware of none of it, as he continued to push, shake and rub at his bandanna-blindfold. Stuff was happening around him, damn it, and he wanted to see!

Richard smirked at Mateo and Julian’s begrudging compromise. He didn’t think he could have gotten a better show out of the couple if he asked for it specifically. They were completely engrossed in each other, shifting between mutual aggravation and just plain old frottage.

But while he enjoyed the show, he wasn’t done boxing Kaiden.

“Now, I know you can endure getting gobbled by this mimic but you’re gonna need to try hard to get yourself free - or choose to wait for rescue to arrive.”

Knowing very well what this would earn him, Kaiden couldn’t help but ask: “can I shout for help?” Stupid. Everyone in the party was as equally as helpless as he was.

Richard appeared thoughtful before disappearing for a moment and returning with a leather contraption in his hands. “You can, but the mimic’s tentacles fill your mouth before you can do so.”

“Mateo, you impulse-buying spendthrift and your stupid purcha-ggghhhmm!”

Kaiden’s wide open mouth was expertly stuffed with a silicone-tasting bulb, his captor’s moves easily stymied by Kaiden having his head forced between his legs. “Gggrrrnnnhhh!” The bulb was attached to some sort of thick leather panel that buckled behind his head and pressed over his lips. The damn dungeon master even tied a rope from his harness to the gag’s buckle!

Kaiden mumbled something not-at-all-nice around his mouthful of silicone, causing Richard to lift an object attached to the outside of the gag.

What the…? Kaiden felt the mass inside his maw growing. Are you kidding me? Mentally, the blond man kicked himself for allowing himself to be gagged in the first place. An inflatable pump-gag! And he wasn’t even that used to the previous size!

When he was done, Richard unceremoniously shut the chest’s lid and turned to Stu - who, had by then, already removed the blindfold, which hung around his neck.

“Impatient, are we? Don’t worry, you can join your elven friend,” he tapped the flat surface of the chest, “right here.”

Stu's attempts to dislodge the blindfold had grown ever more frantic as he listened to what seemed like his partner being comprehensively gagged - soundtracked by the grinding, frotting and grunting of the other couple and the creaking of his own leather as he struggled to regain his vision - and, at the back of it all, that odd atonal-but-rhythmic background soundscape of Richard's.

If bondage ASMR tracks existed, this would be the sound of at least three playing simultaneously.

The fabric slipped down just in time for the biker to see the lid - the mouth of the mimic - slam down on his packaged-taped-and-roped partner. Stu's twinge of concern for Kaiden was subsumed within a wash of schadenfreude: the betrayer was getting his comeuppance!

"Don't worry, you can join your elven friend. Right here."

"Hhhunhh?"

Through his gag, Stu did an unconscious but uncannily accurate impersonation of Quizzical Scooby Doo.

The Dungeon Master petted Stu’s head, finding the biker’s perplexed look humorously canine. He wondered if Kai had ever tried putting him in a puppy hood.

“You heard me. No more rubbing yourself all over the furniture.” Bending down, he put an arm under Stu’s chest and waist, enjoying the way the bound man’s muffled voice wavered and the leather creaked under his touch.

“Don’t struggle too much or I might just drop you.”

With some difficulty, he hoisted Stu on top of the chest. After his captive was laid on his stomach on top of the strong, leather-padded surface, Richard got to work.

Mateo’s box not only had a good number of air holes in its sides but also several fixing rings, virtually begging for rope to pass through and knot.

Using a thin but strong red cord, Richard began tightly securing the rope at the sides of the chest, crisscrossing them tightly over Stu’s bound form, pressing him tightly on the surface. His arms, already secured at the back of his neck, were also linked to the box. His legs were bent so his boot-heels dug into his leathered rear. More rope pulled him down at knees, waist and shoulders, pressing his body into the padded surface and preventing him from even raising his head.

Richard replaced the bandana over Stu’s eyes, reinforcing the cloth with a couple of rounds of Gorilla tape. When all was done, Stu’s head was the only part of him not secured to the box, but his gagged chin lay flat against the chest’s side.

Richard got up and stretched, looking over to Julian and Mateo, still struggle-stimulating each other, their urgent breathing suggesting one or both was near climax – while Stu was now firmly attached, without slack, atop Kaiden’s prison.

“So… I think that can be called a total party kill.”

Mateo helpless.

Julian helpless.

Kaiden helpless.

Stu helpless.

The pattering of rain – the very rhythm of the raindrops – seemed to follow the strange frequencies of the role play soundtrack which, in turn, harmonised with the overlapping sounds of the room: the groaning and grunting and creaking and moaning of four thoroughly immobilised men.

The effort of securing every one of his quarries had caused Richard to perspire. He shrugged out of his t-shirt, now damp with sweat and musk, and draped the garment carefully over the heads of the dildo-gagged couple.

Standing bare-chested in the centre of Mateo’s living room in leather cargos and boots, enjoying the cooling of his tattooed, red-furred skin over now-relaxing muscles and with a freshly poured glass of his host’s wine in hand, Richard closed his eyes. He imagined himself at the very eye of the storm, calm conductor of a blissful symphony of sighing, straining and suffering.

Smiling, the Dungeon Master raised his glass in silent toast to the sweetness of absolute authority.

The End

(Look out, though, for further Tales of the Richardverse, coming very soooooon... !)

I'm gone for one day and you finish both your stories??

What a great scenario. I'm trying to think what would happen after "The End", though - eventually Richard'll have to let them go, and presumably the revenge will be terrible. After all, Richard always gets it, doesn't he?

blackbound wrote: 7 months ago I'm gone for one day and you finish both your stories??

You were totally holding me back.

What a great scenario. I'm trying to think what would happen after "The End", though - eventually Richard'll have to let them go, and presumably the revenge will be terrible. After all, Richard always gets it, doesn't he?

Well, let's just say Richard may have built himself quiiite the towering karmic payload...

In the meantime, we have something special launching at Hallowe'en - so not the longest of waits, then.

blackbound wrote: 7 months ago I'm gone for one day and you finish both your stories??

What a great scenario. I'm trying to think what would happen after "The End", though - eventually Richard'll have to let them go, and presumably the revenge will be terrible. After all, Richard always gets it, doesn't he?

Agreed! We need the followup where the four are finally released and immediately descend on their dungeon master! Or they call up Lance to exact some revenge for them!

gag1195 wrote: 7 months agoAgreed! We need the followup where the four are finally released and immediately descend on their dungeon master! Or they call up Lance to exact some revenge for them!

I reckon Richard unties one hand of one captive then RUNS AWAYYYYYYY!

Straitjacketed wrote: 7 months ago

gag1195 wrote: 7 months agoAgreed! We need the followup where the four are finally released and immediately descend on their dungeon master! Or they call up Lance to exact some revenge for them!

I reckon Richard unties one hand of one captive then RUNS AWAYYYYYYY!

That's the coward's option, but from the stories he's featured in, he's anything but a coward. He knows comeuppance is in his future. I suspect he'd take the vengeance in stride! And might secretly be looking forward to seeing what his four captives can dish out!

gag1195 wrote: 7 months agoThat's the coward's option, but from the stories he's featured in, he's anything but a coward. He knows comeuppance is in his future. I suspect he'd take the vengeance in stride! And might secretly be looking forward to seeing what his four captives can dish out!

Actually, he'd probably attempt hypnosis again, to chill them out a bit before, eventually, untying them. But yeah, future vengeance? Bring it on!

What an intriguing storyline. I have no experience, or much knowledge of role play games, and felt a little lost at first. But the use of bondage to enhance the players experience and hypnosis to influence the players compliance (desire?) was fantastic. And hot! (I do enjoy a great erotic trance on occasion)