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CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB
THE BOI & THE ALPHA
CHAPTER 19 - HAMPERED PLEASURES
As soon as my laughing captor had vacated the basement gym room and disappeared into the distance, I renewed my efforts to break free and struggled like mad to escape the fiercely unyielding rope cage.
My body writhed and twisted; my fingers desperately clutching for knots that remained well out of reach, even as my toes wiggled around and my soles engaged in a pointless dance. With my renewed attempts to break free came a similarly renewed bout of boner-inducing constriction; a plight from which my defenceless crotch was granted no relief — courtesy of my hunky captor’s devilish ropework.
I screamed, bobbed my head around from side to side and struggled in vain to be free of the infuriatingly sticky gag. But even so, the tall slab of military-grade tape easily held my lips at bay, and the raucous rock music animating the upstairs living room even further drowned out what muffled sounds I was able to produce.
Perhaps more torturous and frightening than the crotch harness itself was the ominous threat Erick had voiced out prior to leaving me. That, coupled with the derangingly poignant stench of rotten footwear that stubbornly lingered about the air...
At any rate, my behemothic captor spent the better part of the next hour working in the garage — presumably on his buddy’s motorcycle — before once again paying me a much-needed visit.
Though my cock was still erect and quite literally throbbing with arousal, the dreaded filling of my bladder greatly hampered the amount of pleasure I was able to garner from my state of exhilarating helplessness.
Erick initially teased me a bit, told me that it wasn’t really bondage until I actually wanted out and threatened to leave me here until I managed to escape on my own. But it didn’t take very long for him to pick up on my discomfort and take note of the fact that I didn’t appear nearly as cheery as I’d been before. I needed to pee. And quite badly at that.
“You okay, boi?” he finally asked, cupping the top of my head with one hand and adopting a noticeably softer and genuinely concerned tone.
I groaned, averted my gaze and provided the bearded man with something reminiscent of a non-answer. Something was indeed wrong, but given the amount of time and effort that had gone into conjuring up those crazy knots, I genuinely felt bad about asking to be set free. It took some doing on his part, but after asking me several questions and listening to my impossibly muffled attempts at answering past the maddeningly adhesive tapegag, the buff-bodied behemoth successfully deduced that I was being plagued with the growing need to pee.
Erick merely smirked upon receiving my meek and almost apologetic confirmation. “Aww. Poor boi. Come on. Let’s get you upstairs so you can do your little peepee.” he chuckled, speaking to me as though I were an infant before scooping me up inside those phenomenally large arms of his and lifting me up as though I weighed no more than a mere feather.
I was carried out of the basement, up the stairs and over to the ceramic-floored bathroom before being stood upright and placed in front of the open toilet. Erick's large leathery-fingers tried aiming my unclad penis down at the gaping toilet bowl, but much to my own monumental shame and embarrassment, my upwards-pointing appendage remained stubbornly distended.
“Haha. Looks like your little woody doesn’t feel like cooperating.” the burly man teased, eventually opting for placing me in front of the bathtub where I could pee without making a mess of things.
“Come on, princess. Do your little peepee.” he patiently and somewhat teasingly prodded, keeping my bound form tightly pressed up against his statuesque frame and waiting for well over a minute even as the anxiety of peeing naked in front of another man prevented my full bladder from emptying itself.
“Here. I know an old grandmother’s trick that'll help you.” he spoke, reaching over towards the sink and opening the faucet just enough so that the sound of trickling water filled the room and greeted our ears.
At first, I thought his trick was nothing more than superstitious nonsense, but after a few seconds of hearing the trickle of water pouring down the drain, my brain forced my unease to take a backseat, allowing my full bladder to finally relieve itself.
“There we go.” my burly captor approvingly commended, as a seemingly unending stream of urine shot up from my erect boner and noisily splashed down into the spacious bathtub. Even though the softly spoken words were followed up with a rebuke pertaining to the yellow coloration of my urine and the need to drink more water, the relief I felt was monumental, as though some great invisible weight had been lifted up off my shoulders.
“There. That feels better now, doesn't it?” my captor asked, to which I nodded my head and mumbled an unintelligible word of thanks. Leathery fingers gently took hold of my erect cock before giving it a quick shake. As soon as the final drops of urine had dripped out of my gaping piss slit, I was spun around on my heels and given a kiss on the head before once again being effortlessly scooped up and carried out of the chilly washroom.
A wave of excitement immediately shot through me when, instead of making for the staircase leading down to the basement, the hulking behemoth-hunk carried me over to his very own private domain — the Master bedroom.
The smell that lingered about the air was noticeably earthier than that which occupied the rest of the house, almost disagreeably so. My first suspect was the pair of downright colossal Calvin Klein boxer-briefs lying idly on the floor next to my host's king-sized bed. The phenomenally oversized front pouch and the incredibly distressed leg slots left little doubt as to their wearer's size and endowment. Those were undoubtedly the same boxers my host had worn the day prior, I thought to myself.
The smell grew more poignant as we approached the large bed, but it didn’t take long for my nose to correctly identify the primary source of the potent aroma. The smell wasn't coming from Erick's big boxers, it was coming from the mind-bogglingly hefty comforter draped atop his bed! Jeez, that thing was due for a wash. It was positively musky!
A great big woosh filled the room as I was playfully and unceremoniously dumped onto the centre of the large bed. The frighteningly fat duvet instantly accommodated my sausaged form before quickly swelling back up all around me.
The down-filled bedding’s intoxicatingly earthy scent immediately wafted up my nose; grating my defenceless sniff-holes and overpowering my admittedly delicate senses. Still, the chivalrous brown-haired strongman remained oblivious to its stink.
“I have a bit more tinkering to do in the garage, then I’m gonna get a quick workout done and get the supper started. How does that sound?” Erick calmly spoke, even as he went on securing me down to the bedframe; the audible creaking of his tight kidnap gloves filling the silence as he skillfully wielded a pair of lengthy black ropes.
I clearly remember discreetly sniffing the air as he spoke and crinkling my nose up at the fierce poignancy of the earthy smell. The disturbingly thick duvet’s generous loft swelled up around my bound form; hugging me from all sides and threatening to swallow me whole. So lofty and so fat it was that, had Erick's bed been viewed at the same angle as one watches the horizon, only my erect cock would’ve remained visible from a distance.
“There. How’s that?” my captor cheerfully smirked, sitting himself on the side of the large bed and observing my tightly bound and still very much aroused form.
The ropes coming down my shoulders on both sides of my neck had been affixed to the top part of the bedframe, while the coils keeping my ankles bound together had been tightly latched down to the lower part of the bed. In essence, I could wiggle around from side to side without running the risk of accidentally falling down to the floor.
I squirmed around and tested my bonds for a bit; frowning my brow and groaning in staunch disapproval as the punishing crotch harness immediately responded to my perceived rebelliousness. The demonic sound of my captor’s booming laughter inevitably followed suit. Erick tickled the underside of my vulnerable sack, gave my throbbing hard-on several teasing tugs and then laughed even more heartily upon discovering how ticklish my soles were.
“Hahaha! Yeahhhh, you're really ticklish, aren't you, boi?” the burly strongman beamed, digging the tips of his big leathery fingers into my defenceless bare soles before returning a hand to my sack and once again giving my engorged boner a few tugs.
"Mmmhhh phh phh! Mpphh phhh phh!" I screamed, or rather tried to, over and over again.
I was quite literally a heaving mess by the time the jumbo-palmed leviathan finally stopped his attack and stood up from the bed. “Better find a way out of those knots, boi!” he menacingly warned, ruffling my hair up for what seemed like the millionth time and then leaving me to ponder the same exact threat he’d voiced an hour before.
The weight of his ominous words only grew tenfold when the absolute biggest and most menacing of cock-sleeve-mounted vibrating wands was pulled out of the nightstand, tossed onto the bed and plugged into the nearby electrical outlet.
The wand's miniature LCD screen instantly came on, and though the device itself was completely foreign to me, I was lucid enough to realise what was happening. Its battery was charging.
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Jake better get to work on getting free. He let Erik know he's ticklish and now a wand has been put on charge. Sounds like some fun shenanigans, more so for Erik, are in the near future
bondagefreak wrote: 1 month agoI'm sure you can I totally get what you're saying, but the first and/or last choices would seem fitting for you, no?
So I'm not exactly sure how I missed the 1st poll option but after revisiting the poll, you are indeed correct as the 1st answer does work.
Another amazing chapter. I love the scenery change from the basement to bed room. Somehow I knew that a heavy duvet would play into this story, granted this was much sooner than I expected. Those heavy musky duvets are a bondagefreak classic.
I am excited to see what those consequences will be for not escaping. I was expecting a lot of things, a vibrator wand was not one of them! And the tease of making Jake watch it charge is hilarious. Fantastic work, can’t wait for the next one!
Thank you for yet another amazing chapter. It didn’t feel that Jake was too thrown off by Erick helping him to pee because he was bound. Not that he had a choice anyway but he might have felt a little humiliated by that. Erick really knows how to handle a sub body and mind.
Loved Erick picking up in the subtle clues there was something not quite right about Jake. Every chapter has me loving him more and more. Getting very envious of Jake
I'd say Jake is having a good afternoon so far. Experiencing bondage from the homework he was assigned with. Erick being skillful with rope and doing an elegant job on shibari ties to keep Jake nicely together and not escape a single knot. And even going to for shoe play as stated from his work. But it looks like it is just beginning with a nice toy to entertain both party members.
great chapter! Jake clearly loves this haha and i can see him losing up and accepting his true self. and our hunky dom is also clearly loving this haha. can't wait for more, I hope Jakeo gets everything he posted on his "wishlist" ;p
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CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB
THE BOI & THE ALPHA
CHAPTER 20 - UPENDED PLANS
As soon as Erick marched himself back down to the garage, that satiating feeling of profound joy and helplessness returned; this time, without the hampering discomfort of dealing with a full bladder.
I twisted and writhed for many minutes on end, revelling in my excessive restraints while simultaneously cursing the tyrannical contraption that punished my unreachable crotch. I wanted to jerk off. No, I needed to jerk off. But even so, my continued efforts to slip a hand out and reach for my own throbbing arousal proved to no avail. Erick’s ropework was flawless.
I cried out again, more in desperation than in genuine frustration. My nostrils flared rather hungrily even as the crinkling of my nose continued unabated. The sticky tape keeping my lips at bay held firm, forcing me to contend not only with my own inability to call for help but also with the overpowering musk wafting up from my dauntingly large host’s frighteningly fat duvet. The smell it gave off was several times more potent than that which impregnated the oversized hoodie he’d lent me. It was somewhere halfway between the hoodie and his hockey bag. In other words, it stank.
My desperation to jerk off and be free of these maddening constraints was such that I soon enough found myself defying the crotch harness by bucking my hips up and humping the air. The crotch noose’s punishing ministrations were almost enough to get me off and grant me release. Almost, but not quite.
After what seemed like an eternity of useless struggling, writhing and fidgeting, I gave up; surrendering to my captor’s strict bondage and ceasing all attempts to free myself of his mind-numbingly complex knots. Struggling was pointless. The ropes were just far too tight and far too numerous for even a seasoned escape artist to break out of. There was no escaping them.
Pretty soon, I was fighting to stay awake; the urge to close my weighty eyelids gradually increasing as the minutes ticked by until finally, I felt myself slipping away into a state of light slumber.
The passage of time eluded me, but when my rope-savvy captor next returned, I was still tightly sausaged up on his bed and virtually no closer to freedom than I’d been when he’d first left me. My eyes very sluggishly drew open upon hearing his approach, but more than anything, it was the sight of his now nearly naked form that drew me out of my slumberous lethargy.
The towering two-meter-tall beast-of-a-man casually strutted in, proudly showing off his post-workout pump by posing in front of the tall bedroom mirror and flexing his immensely sizeable muscles. I knew, right from the moment I’d initially laid eyes on him, that my attraction to men was indeed very real and not a mere figment of my imagination. Lying there, helpless and naked on his bed, and watching as he flexed his monstrous arms and thighs only further confirmed what I already knew. It confirmed my attraction, not just to men, but to this man in particular.
Erick was huge. Like, doorframe-size huge! And not only that, he was hot. Insanely hot. So much so that after watching him fish out some clean clothes and seeing his exceptionally meaty rump as he turned around and departed for the shower, I found myself once again squirming with arousal and very hungrily flaring my nose up.
Though the glimpses I’d caught of his freakishly buff body and mesmerisingly fat bums had been both short and discreet, I was left inexplicably turned on and so incredibly nervous. The size of his tree trunk-like thighs alone was enough to fuel my fears and fill my head up with wild imagery. Wild imagery pertaining not only to our shared interest in wrestling but also to his voiced passion for forceful smother-fucks.
I was turned on by his incredible size and muscles, but also hugely apprehensive about it and the obvious complications it would naturally entail. My fears were even more pronounced due to the fact that I’d shared with him photos of wrestling scissorholds and crotch-to-face pins; photos he apparently had no qualms about using against me, as made evident by the unexpected and downright torturous shoeplay a short while earlier.
Mind you, I found a lot of things hot on paper, but experiencing those things in real life was a different matter. So yeah, as far as Erick’s bewildering size and stunning musculature were concerned, I was both aroused and oh so very nervous. Suffice it to say, my head was quite literally swirling with arousing fantasies during pretty much the entire duration of his shower.
Erick finally reappeared about half an hour later, this time freshly showered and wearing a sleeveless shirt and some snug above-the-knee gym shorts that revealed part of his huge thighs. The unfathomably large sneakers clad over his immense feet betrayed the weight of his approaching footsteps before finally growing silent the moment he stepped onto the bedside carpet.
A telltale woosh of air greeted my ears as soon as he sat next to me; his tremendously oversized bums causing both the lofty comforter and the mattress beneath it to sink down and capitulate under his 250-pound frame.
It took quite a bit of doing on his part, but after gently caressing my hair and uttering a few calming words, the slow and arduous peeling of my sticky tape gag was finally commenced.
“Yeah, that's some seriously sticky tape, eh boi?” hunky Erick proudly chuckled, peeling the remainder of the dark green slab of tape off and watching as it stubbornly clung to my hairless skin and stretched part of my lower face.
“I bet you really liked that, didn’t you?” he finally asked, speaking of the gag and crumpling the now useless piece of adhesive up before placing it on his nightstand.
“Yes, Sir.” came my meek and wholeheartedly honest response.
“Yeah, I know you did.” the burly man winked, quickly ruffling my hair up and then causing me to wince, yelp and fidget by giving my defenceless sack a few light teasing taps.
My host and I chatted for a bit even as my knots were promptly checked and my lack of progress was duly noted. We ended up sharing a rather long and passionate kiss during which time my painfully rigid boner was teasingly stroked and the prickly hairs of Erick's short beard kept rubbing against my skin. I was positively throbbing with arousal by the time the jumbo-palmed leviathan pulled his tongue out of my cramped mouth and halted his torturous ministrations.
Erick left the room without saying a word, only to come back less than a minute later, this time with a tall glass of cold water in hand. I can hardly describe just how warm and special I felt when he sat his huge frame down next to me, picked the back of my head up and slowly tilted the glass down to my lips; ordering me to drink up and very patiently helping me to do so.
My chivalrous yet commanding captor placed the now half-empty glass of water on his nightstand before running his warm fingers through my hair and quietly eyeing my rosy-cheeked face. We kissed again, albeit this time more briefly.
“I’m gonna get the supper started,” he spoke. “And then I'm gonna have to decide how to punish you for not escaping on time,” he went on, using the tip of his very large and slightly calloused index finger to tickle the engorged head of my erection, directly beneath my gaping piss slit.
I gasped, yelped, and contorted in my bonds; the angry boner rising up from my crotch bobbing around stiffly even as my full sack threatened to explode. Erick didn’t only know how to touch me, but he apparently also knew where to touch me, and perhaps more importantly, when to stop.
The sound of a smug chuckle escaped his cockily smirking lips as he ruffled my hair up and slowly departed from the bedroom. Unfortunately for the both of us, what promised to be an arousing evening of fun and games took a rather sudden turn for the worse when real life reared its ugly head and made an unexpected house call.
I was in the bedroom, wiggling around in my infernally unyielding restraints and being driven to madness by my own arousal when everything sorta went sideways. Erick was in the kitchen, going about his business and slowly getting the evening meal underway. I could hear what sounded like the news playing on TV. Everything sounded normal at first, until suddenly, I heard some commotion and what sounded like heavy footsteps hurriedly scurrying about the floor.
Naturally, I ceased my useless struggling and immediately perked up. It was hard to accurately make stuff out through the slightly gaping bedroom doorway, but it sounded as though my burly host was speaking to someone, or rather, something. His tone was similar to that of a father trying to appease or comfort a young child.
More indistinct commotion ensued. Then everything went eerily quiet before the sound of rushing footsteps punctuated the silence once more. I had no idea what was going on, but something was definitely amiss.
During the minutes that followed, I caught glimpses of my host walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room; repeatedly pacing about the hallway as though preoccupied by some great worry. He was talking to someone again, but his tone was different now. It was less infantilising and more serious.
It took me a while to realise that he was actually on the phone with someone. And judging by the irregularity, or should I say the franticity of his footsteps, my burly host sounded both unsettled and deeply concerned.
Several long minutes passed before the phone conversation came to an end. More scurrying and pacing about ensued. Erick finally made his reappearance, but this time, his handsome features were completely devoid of their usual playfulness.
I looked up, both wide-eyed and concerned, as his big, leather-jacket-clad frame swiftly approached the bed. The hulking man was dressed up as though ready to go somewhere, and it also didn't escape my notice that he already had his sports cap and jet-black patrol gloves on.
“Hey,” he soothingly spoke, softening his facial expression and very gently cupping the top of my dome with one amazingly large leather-clad hand. Erick’s demeanour went from concerned to apologetic as he gently massaged my scalp and informed me that he was about to rush Rufus to the emergency vet clinic.
“I’m really sorry about this, Jake. I really am. I promise I’ll make this up to you later on. Alright? Can you, umh... d’you mind just... staying here ‘till I get back?” he asked, the nature of his apologetic tone coming not only from the fact that our evening plans had been upended but that his hurried departure would invariably mean more time in strict bondage.
I told my host not to be sorry and assured him that I was perfectly fine and that Rufus was the priority. Erick understandably didn’t have time to properly fill me in on what had happened or explain to me what was plaguing his furry companion, but judging from the fact that the emergency vet hospital had agreed to take the little guy in—on a Saturday evening no less—I knew it must’ve been pretty serious.
Erick apologised again before planting a kiss on my forehead. He told me he’d be back within the next two hours and that we'd immediately have supper upon his return. I assured him that was fine, and then he was off.
The 6ft5 leather-clad behemoth marched out of the bedroom, grabbed his keys, picked his dog up and stepped out the front door before apparently realising he'd forgotten something and rushing back into the house less than a minute later.
“Fuck. I almost forgot...” he sighed and then incredulously mumbled; the furious creaking of his leather jacket seemingly animating his every movement.
Still snugly bound on the centre of the profusely strong-smelling bed, I watched rather intently as the buff-bodied leviathan stepped into the bedroom closet and began speedily rummaging through its generous contents. The scouring lasted only a few seconds before sheening jet-black digits finally found what they were looking for.
“I’m sorry about this,” Erick once again apologised, quickly closing the distance between us and placing a heavy knee down on top of the bed. I didn't quite understand what was happening until the back of my head was somewhat forcibly scooped up and a very hefty silicone bulb was presented down to my disbelieving face.
“Open wide,” came the bearded strongman’s sternly voiced, dauntingly no-nonsense command.
My eyes quickly scanned the gag; noting not only the frighteningly bulbous penis head-shaped protrusion but also the generously padded leather that came up behind and around it.
My normally very patient and measured host didn’t have time to answer my questions or ease me into it. My lips had barely just begun parting when the very fat and immensely intrusive bulb began its tyrannical onslaught; barging its way into my reluctantly surrendering orifice and installing itself as supreme ruler over the struggling cavity that was my mouth.
I bit into it; sinking my teeth into its soft rubbery flesh as a means of halting the unwelcome intrusion. Thickly padded leather faintly reminiscent of a gloved palm hungrily clung to my lower face; clamping down atop my mouth, covering my chin, my cheeks and even obstructing part of my flaring nostrils.
"I'm sorry, boi. I can't have you screaming for help while I'm gone," the frowning behemoth very somberly spoke, pulling the head strap all the way around the back of my dome before slipping it into the dedicated front buckle.
Erick’s leather-clad fingers creaked as he pulled the strap snug and buckled it down; foiling my attempt to keep the cumbersome gag at bay and driving the oral stuffer all the way down into my amply stuffed cavity.
He sat there and watched for maybe five or ten seconds as I struggled to cope not only with the sizeable stuffer but also with the heavily-padded leather that tightly clung to my lower face and partially obstructed my nasal passageways.
Satisfied with the knowledge that I wouldn’t be able to call for help and oblivious to the fact that I could hardly draw breath due to the annoyingly well-padded, face-hugging front piece, Erick kissed my forehead, ignored my frantic head-shaking and told me not to go anywhere.
Then he was off, leaving me restless on his bed, stifled to a whimper and quite literally struggling for every breath.
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blackbound wrote: 1 month ago
Was going to say this. Either he is really distracted by the dog, or it's some kind of trick, but not particularly safe or responsible in either case.
Fortunately Jake is fictional and I can enjoy his predicament anyway
I had the same thought. In normal circumstances, leaving a first time sub alone like that with that kind of gag would be not good. However this is fictional and hot as hell! I am wondering if it is a kind of trick but I seriously doubt that.
I swear to God if that dog dies I will cry. Those three need a happily ever after at the end of this story. I absolutely love this story, can’t wait for the next chapter!
Well secretly (I guess not secretly anymore....), I was hoping Jake would be punished, but I am thinking that Erick doesn't believe the big gag is the punishment....
@bondagefreak Great continuations....thoroughly enjoyed catching up on a few chapters, and eager to see what Jake experiences next! I have my ideas...
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Glad to have finally caught back up on Jake's adventures. When I last commented Jake hadn't even been tied up - that's definitely changed now! Loving Erik's artistry in turning Jake into a little rope mummy and I love the fact that he's been kept like that even whilst changing location and taking care of various bodily needs. Erik went easy on the gag at first but just that one strip of uber tape was more than capable of keeping Jake in line.
I love the idea of Jake being left to struggle whilst Erik gets on with his day, occasionally dropping by to make sure Jake is OK and stop him getting too bored.
Quite a few hints of what might be coming Jake's way in the future but for now I'll enjoy him alone and struggling whilst Erik sorts out Rufus.
And I just remembered I love the layered helplessness of the gag and the music - the idea that even if you could get around the gag your shouts would still be drowned out by the loud music. Jake definitely seemed to enjoy it!
Great to have this pair back in my life!
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.
I totally get what you're saying, but the first and/or last choices would seem fitting for you, no?
