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

[ChairBoy]

Love the wedgie rope between the butt cheeks! Hottest part of this new chapter for me! Also when he said “where do you think you are going? You ain’t going no where!” Fuck I loved that line. I also hosted our protagonist call him master erick

[bondagefreak]

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[bondagefreak]

AUTHOR'S NOTE
AS ALWAYS, READING AT A SLOW PACE COMES HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
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CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB

THE BOI & THE ALPHA

CHAPTER 16 - THE DEVIL IN THE BASEMENT

I was laid down on my back for the remainder of the binding; my supine position allowing Master Erick to easily and more safely carry on with the snug securing of my calves and lower legs. If not for the maddeningly erect appendage protruding angrily from my unreachable midsection, I would’ve actually found my predicament strangely satisfying.

Even as the burly strongman’s large hands worked tirelessly to truss my lower legs up, I found myself silently staring up at the unadorned ceiling and basking in a sort of dream-like state. There was something oddly therapeutic about being in Erick’s clutches. It may have been the bondage itself, but I also suspected it had to do with my captor's noticeable confidence and overall reassuring manner.

I knew I was completely at his mercy and knew I’d be hard-pressed to escape from this...this weird...contraption of his. But even with all that said and done, I felt at peace. Strangely satisfied and so very content.



When the crisscrossing web of interconnecting ropes finally reached my ankles, I figured for sure the binding was over. Raising my head up off the foamy floor, I looked down at my own barely recognisable and very much limbless form, and then gave my impossibly burly-armed captor a somewhat embarrassed "what now?" look.

Erick merely flashed me a wink before fishing out yet another lengthy coil of soft, highly malleable black rope.
What the fuck? More rope!?


The man spent what I felt was an inordinate amount of time securing my already adequately bound ankles. His tremendously built arms bulged rather wildly as he wielded the fine rope; wrapping it around and between my ankles, knotting, double-knotting, triple-knotting and even quadruple-knotting the ends down as though my very life depended on it.

“Wouldn’t want my new prisoner getting hurt or going anywhere now, would we?” he teasingly spoke; the noticeably ominous streak of amusement still very much present in his deep, masculine voice.

I don't know what it was, but something about his words sent a palpable tingle of excitement coursing through me. It wasn't just what he was saying, but also how he was saying it. And that deep, authoritative voice of his; it was to die for.

“Keep in mind, if you were a dangerous criminal or if I really had to keep you seriously bound up for some reason, I would have used a lot more rope and made those knots a whole lot tighter. I’m actually going pretty easy on you.” he spoke, causing me to go wide-eyed at being told that this is what he deemed going easy on someone.

“There. How’s that?” he finished, after tightening off the final bit of rope and seating himself back up on the leathery exercise bench, presumably to better observe his handiwork. “Think you can escape my knots? Go ahead, boi. Try to escape.” he cockily prodded, daring me to put his maddeningly excessive rope-prison to the test.


A proud smirk quickly animated the bearded stud’s lips as he watched my pitiful - and honestly quite futile - attempts at breaking free. That being said, it's only when Erick unnanouncedly left the room and headed for the nearby garage that I felt comfortable enough to really give it a go. I’m not sure why, but I was definitely more comfortable struggling against my bonds now that I wasn't in his immediate presence. Probably even more so because I was naked and unable to cover myself.

Anyways, Erick’s ropework may have been tight and overly excessive, but one thing he had surely failed to account for was my nimbleness and flexibility. I was fairly quick on my feet and had always prided myself on being agile and dextrous. It was one of the few perks that came with my light build. It may take a while, but given sufficient time and energy, I was rather confident in my ability to find a way out of this maddening criss-crossing rope-prison. Or at least, so I thought.

There was only one slight problem though. Actually, make that a big one. You remember the odd convergence of interconnected strands I was telling you about earlier? Well, it wasn’t just for show. On the contrary, it proved a somewhat disturbingly effective deterrent.


I struggled, squirmed, writhed and fought with all the might and energy I could muster. Much to my own monumental dismay however, not only was I not making a figurative dent in Erick's seemingly unbreakable web of ropes, but every single movement I made – no matter how insignificant or minute – resulted in the tightening of my crotch harness.

The intricate diamond-patterned webbing was such that I couldn’t wiggle around, sit up, move my arms or even spread my knees apart without immediately getting my crotch squeezed.


'Ugh. What the fffuck? What kind of fiendish sorcery is this?' I silently thought to myself, even as I struggled in vain and repeatedly groaned and grimaced at the crotch harness’ unfailing retaliatory responses.

It took a while for me to come to terms with it, but when finally I realised this devilry was done by design and not by mere happenstance, I looked down at my own fiercely distended erection and knew with utmost certainty that I was utterly and truly fucked. Erick’s bondage was surreal. Comfortable yet cruel, not to mention downright impossible to escape.



As was suddenly made evident by the sound of booming laughter, my captor had apparently been watching me from a distance for the better part of a whole minute. He had witnessed my frenzied attempts to escape and, judging by the sound of it, he had loved every second of it. “Muahahahaha!” the cocksure goliath beamed, his great big baritone voice easily filling the poignant-smelling basement with deep, triumphant laughter.

I remember wearily eyeing his approach and wiggling my toes and fingers around in nervous anticipation. Erick, by contrast, was all smiles. The mischievous and less-than-noble gleam in his eyes was plainly visible even from a distance. I was afraid. Not genuinely afraid as though fearing for my own safety, but afraid of what he might do to me. There was absolutely NO way this was the same chivalrous knight who’d taken me out on those dates and opened the passenger side door for me.




“What's this? Trying to escape, are we?” the two-meter-tall, bearded devil teased, his lips and facial features betraying the absolute most fiendish of grins.

Never in my lifetime had I been made to feel more titillated and helpless. I went positively APESHIT when the daunting behemoth crouched down above my hopelessly bound frame and hungrily brought both of his downright colossal hands to bear.

“Nhhyyaaaa hahaha! Nyyhaaaa hahaha!” I laughed, or rather, screamed; twisting and writhing as best I could whilst dealing not only with all ten of his teasing fingers but also the unrelenting crotch harness’ tit for tat retaliations.

“Ooooh. Looks like we've got ourselves a little fighter!” the buff-bodied brute taunted and teased, giving no heed to my breathless laughter and continuing his torturous attack by digging into my sides and tickling my neck and nipples.


I actually thought things couldn’t get any worse. But I was wrong. Very wrong. My already crazed laughter turned into cries of outright hysteria when my burly captor unannouncedly lowered a hand even further down and dug all five of his lightly calloused fingertips into my mind-bogglingly ticklish sack.

My eyes bulged and I quite literally exploded with laughter. This torment was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

“Hahaha! Yeahhhh.” hunky Erick very sexily purred, his cruelly grinning face betraying unmistakable amusement and lust at having located what he now correctly deemed to be one of my most ticklish weak spots.



I was still in the midst of vehemently screaming my lungs out when the absolute beefiest of muffling palms departed from my body and clamped itself snuggly atop the entirety of my face. The crazed tickling of my crotch, stomach and navel carried on unopposed and unimpeded for almost a whole minute. Only this time, without the sound of my eardrum-piercing screams.

"Mmmhhh phh phh! Mpphh phhh phh!" was the only faint sound I could seemingly muster.

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t call for help. And perhaps worst of all, I couldn’t even breathe! Suffice it to say, I was quite literally on the brink of passing out by the time Erick deemed fit to free my face from his freakishly suffocating grip.

“Hmmm...I think we might need to do something about that noisy little mouth of yours.” he ominously chuckled, playfully ruffling my hair up and apparently taking no notice of the fact that he had almost snuffed the life right out of me.

I could literally do nothing but lay there; panting and wriggling in nervous anticipation as the towering behemoth slowly got up and wordlessly left the room.

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[4toes]

Excitiiiiing, what would Erick do to silence Jake.

[WhereAmI]

Jake is learning that it's magic, pure unadulterated black magic, that Erick is actually an Evil Sorceror who will soon make Jake into a batch of cookies ( a recipe he got from his Witch sister of Hansel and Gretal fame.

[Volobond]

As a practicioner of shibari myself, I can attest that twinky guys do usually find it easier to escape ropes because they can wriggle out, however, I can also attest that a crotch harness is definitely an effective deterrent and distraction.

[blackbound]

Excitiiiiing, what would Erick do to silence Jake.

I wonder if the thumbnail in the current signature is any indication...

[Bradstick]

Absolutely amazing chapter. That tie is down right evil, every moment righting around his crotch is so cruel, I love it! And to think this Erik going easy on his boi, I can’t wait for him to truly misbehave and get a proper criminal tie.

I am curious what kind of gag Jake will get. I think @blackbound is on to something with the banner picture. As much as I would love him to use the jockstrap from the hockey bag, that seems unlikely as of yet. I also don’t see him using any of his own socks due to his previous comment about his bad foot odor. I could be wrong but I can’t wait regardless! Great work!

[Socksbound]

Finally caught up and boy have these chapters been great. Wonder what the gag will be, don’t think it’s gonna be a typical @bondagefreak gag. Erick isn’t a 20 something college jock, he’s more refined than that

[gag1195]

Some excellent ropework on display! Cannot wait to see how Erick plans to keep Jake silent!

[ShadowHusky]

Late to reading the last three chapters because of life being busy. But what a joy to read them together as they worked to lead into each other so well. The hinting in each chapter for the next part was teasingly brilliant; you know how to keep an audience hooked! I'm loving how tender and understanding Erick, but also has no issue playing into the fantasy and allowing his more dominant personality rise when he has all the power. It's terrifyingly hot.

[ChairBoy]

I really really want see Erick use his full force on a criminal as our protagonist watches!

[ChairBoy]

Excitiiiiing, what would Erick do to silence Jake.

I wonder if the thumbnail in the current signature is any indication...

For his intro to gags?! No…. No?… right? He… he couldn’t

[squirrel]

I love the slow pace of this story and how it's developing; Erick is really great to take things slow with Jake... Most so called Masters would probably demand an immediate and full obedience from their subs, taking no care of them whatsoever. Erick is so different to that....

[LittleGagged13]

After catching up with the updates I've missed for a week, I think I've come to like Erick, just that bit more. It's nice to see that despite his internal conflict, Jakey was ready to move forward and Jake getting ready for Erick, to the point of tiredness, shows how much he must adore his new Sir and is such a cute display of affection from him. Erick caring for Jake is such an charming touch to Erick as well, I wonder whether or not Erick will use the shock collar after Jake makes a mistake~

On Erick, him being horrified and ashamed by his own foot odour make him just that much hotter, but one this that took me a bit to grapple with was that someone like Erick knew Shibari. His surface level presentation didn't strike me as someone who would have known that. His use of Shibari, which I'm pretty sure is meant to be used to place the victim in an uncomfortable situation, to tie Jake up comfortably is just breathtaking. The rope wedgie/crotch-rope was an amazing deterrent to keep Jake still, but Erick's tickling seems like it would override the need to stay still anyday.

Anyways, let's see if Erick's jockstrap or socks get used as a gag! Can't wait for the next chapter.

[bondagefreak]

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DON'T FORGET TO VOTE ON THE STORY POLL AT THE TOP OF THE THREAD!

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER. ENJOY!

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[bondagefreak]

AUTHOR'S NOTE
AS ALWAYS, READING AT A SLOW PACE COMES HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
RESPECT THE USE OF PUNCTUATION AND PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO WORDS IN ITALIC LETTERS.
THE EXTRA EMPHASIS YOU PLACE ON THEM WILL GREATLY IMPROVE YOUR COMPREHENSION OF THIS TEXT.

CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB

THE BOI & THE ALPHA

CHAPTER 17 - THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT

The minute-long wait pending Erick’s much-anticipated return felt like an eternity of waiting. My pulse was racing, my toes were wiggling, and had it not been for the dictatorial crotch harness’ cruel tit-for-tat ministrations, I would’ve surely been squirming more nervously than a can of worms by that point.

I can’t tell you how antsy I was upon seeing my fiercely intimidating captor return with a disconcertingly fat roll of uber-wide sticky tape.

His great big freakishly-sized shoes shuffled about noisily as they trudged onto the foamy flooring and quietly closed the distance between us. I watched as the burly man crouched above me and then watched as he placed his menacingly supersized roll of dark green tape down next to my head. I could barely take my eyes off of it. Never had I seen a roll of tape look even remotely as daunting.


My distended erection bobbed with renewed frustration the moment my eyes shot back up to see Erick reaching for his back pocket and fishing out what I immediately recognised as being his big black kidnap gloves. It was the same sheening pair he normally kept in his Jeep and the same noisy ones he’d worn while driving me home during two of our previous dates.

“Seeing as how I’m keeping you under house arrest, I figured I should probably have these on while on duty.” he spoke, his deep, rich voice rolling into my ears like a sweet and erotic nectar.

I could only lay there and watch; mesmerised and enthralled as he wrestled his huge gloves onto his even more sizeable hands. The jet-black leather creaked and groaned as it strained to contend with the gargantuan-palmed wearer’s fingers. The strenuous nature of the slow gloving was made all the more apparent, not only due to the audible straining of sheening leather but also due to the angry bulging of my captor’s enormous arms.


Erick took his sweet time; making sure his wrist-length patrol gloves were on nice and tight before slowly - and probably purposefully – flexing his giant creaking hands directly above my mesmerised face. I was just so incredibly turned on by what he was doing.

As soon as the gloving was complete, the burly-armed behemoth clamped one of his freakishly wide palms down atop most of my dwarfed face. “You’re gonna be nice and quiet now. I have a lot of stuff to get done today, and I don’t want you talking, screaming or calling for help. Understood? Understood, boi?” he repeated, this time a bit more forcefully.

“Mmhhh pphhhh.” I tried answering, articulating as best I could from beneath his immensely muffling palm.

“Good.” came his stern no-nonsense reply.


A noisy rush of air and a relieved gasp finally escaped my panting mouth when the bearded hunk's suffocating palm finally departed from my face. I was honestly baffled and dumbfounded at my stupendously buff-bodied host's ability to seamlessly and very quickly go from playful and sadistic to downright sombre and menacing. Even more alluring was the fact that he had taken me as his very own personal boi. I could still hardly believe it.

“I have some far more serious and heavy-duty gags upstairs, but seeing as how this is your first time, I’m gonna go easy on you today.” he spoke, slowly picking the giant roll of army green tape up from off the foamy floor and bringing it up to his own mouth, presumably so as to yank the end of it off using his teeth.


The tape opened up with a roar. And I don’t mean a little one. I mean a deafening, ear-shattering, room-filling roar. This was no ordinary tape, I knew. This was something serious. The extra fibrous milky white underside provided clear hints of that.

“Close your lips, boi. Nice and tight. That’s it. Good boi.” Erick calmly ordered, his voice stern and demanding, while at the same time comforting enough to leave me basking in figurative warmth.


My boner throbbed when the telltale ripping of tape occurred and a wide slab of the fiercely sticky-looking adhesive was stretched taut, directly above my face. “Be still. If this goes over your nose, you’re gonna suffocate.” the man warned, further hinting at the seriousness of his freakish tape even as he sought to align it over my mouth.

Erick finally pushed the tape down; the supremely wide slab covering everything from the base of my nostrils all the way down to the underside of my chin and even my hairless jawline.

"There. You have the right to remain silent." he mumbled, slowly smoothing the dark green adhesive down atop both of my cheeks before momentarily clogging my nostrils so as to make sure the seal was perfectly airtight. It was.



My captor spent what was probably the better part of thirty seconds just eyeing me up, cupping the top of my dome in one hand and observing my tapegagged face. His manner was both serious and loving.

“Yeah, that’s some serious tape, eh boi?” he teasingly asked, flashing me an unmistakably playful smirk as I lay there; contending with this new gag and uselessly trying to spread my lips apart.

My initial fears had been right, of course. This was no ordinary tape. This was some serious military-grade shit.

Though I could provide no decipherable response to that effect, the angry flaring of my nostrils and the bewildered look of astonishment in my eyes provided my burly captor with all the confirmation he needed. There would be no talking past that single fat slab of his extra wide military-grade tape. No talking, and definitely no alerting the neighbours.

“Good luck tryin’ to call for help, boi. Have fun now. Just holler if you need anything.” he told me, before suddenly halting his departure and adding a very intentional “Oh...wait. Nevermind.”


Evil Erick left the room; his triumphant, demonic laughter echoing in the distance even as I lay there; helpless, bound and replete with the knowledge that I’d be unable to call out for help even should I genuinely need to.

The sound of loud 80s rock music that soon came blaring from the upstairs living room stereo speakers further added to the hopelessness of my cause. I was alone and with no way to make my plight heard. To say that I was turned on would’ve been something of an understatement. I wasn't just turned on. I was exhilarated.

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[Bradstick]

Owww I loved the addition of the gloves! The tape gag was great and Erik’s commentary with the “holler if you need anything” was hilarious. I’m excited to see how Jake does in his first form of bondage once he is left to struggle by himself. Great work!

[WhereAmI]

I love it that the crotch harness is actually alive "had it not been for the dictatorial crotch harness’ cruel tit-for-tat ministrations" and telling Jake when and how not to move or to even try moving at all. A very, very strict and mean Crotch Harness Jake would be wise to obey it.

All the build up with everyone wondering what type of gag it would be was rather amusing when it turned out to be 'tape for the beginner Sub'.

[bondagefreak]

All the build up with everyone wondering what type of gag it would be was rather amusing when it turned out to be 'tape for the beginner Sub'.

Indeed. Seeing as how some of our more gag-hungry and dare I say horny readers are hyping up and lusting after the worst gags imaginable, I almost felt a bit bad publishing this latest chapter. But then I've sorta gotten used to that over the years.

Not to toot my own horn, but in my fifteen+ years of publishing stories for this board, I've been known to keep the audience on its toes, leaving them constantly expecting the worse and conjuring up dire would-be gags and predicaments. My narratives are more often than not quite a bit tamer than what most of my readers expect. Not always, but often

On the Twink & The Jock, everyone seemed very intent on Brody's infamous jockstrap being used. Fortunately for Sammy, that was never the plan. The legend of Brody's jockstrap will continue to live on for some time still. Same thing for B&G in a Sleeping Bag. Nick's socks are constantly hyped up by the readers as being the "classic Bondagefreak gag" when in fact, NIck has made very sparing use of his own socks. I can count on one hand the number of times they've been used throughout the 330+ chapter narrative.

My username has pretty much become synonymous of terrible sockgags irrespective of the fact that muzzles/inflatable bulbs/plug gags/sponge gags/etc match the occurrence of sockgags in my combined works. I don't mind it at all. In fact, I've long found it amusing. But yes, some of my more *ahem* horny readers occasionally do tend to get carried away a bit with their hopes and expectations

[thespy]

Great two chapters, I love that even tho Erick is quite the Dom he has a very soft spot and playful side with Jake-o.

[squirrel]

Loved it when Erick put his super hot leather gloves right in front of his prisoner's eyes, what a great scene!

I do hope that those more serious gag will be used soon...

[blackbound]

Not every muzzle necessarily has a plug or similar gag in it! They can be a good beginner gag.

[Bradstick]

But yes, some of my more *ahem* horny readers occasionally do tend to get carried away a bit with their hopes and expectations

What!!!! Us get carried away! NEVER

[gag1195]

Definitely smart keeping the gag simple for the first time, but I absolutely cannot wait until Erick decides to ramp up with his silencing skills!