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01 - Job Satisfaction
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By Tied Up Scout

Sun Oct 30, 2011 5:41 pm

Hiya, quick introduction because I’m new to the board. My name is Dylan, but my friends call me scout. I’m an 18 year old. I’m 5”11 and I’m an average size. Don’t know the exact weight. I’m not fat, but I do have chubby parts. Kinda like Logan Lerman in Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning thief. I have mid length (similar to the guy in my avatar pic) hair, it’s blonde and I have green eyes. My skin is slightly tanned, but gaining its whiteness back.

I was pointed to this site by my co-worker because he found out I like bondage and apparently this place is a good place to share stories. So far I’ve enjoyed the ones I have read.

I will point out I am bisexual and my main interaction is with male. I apologize if that’s offensive to some people. I believe you all have a right to your own opinion as much as I have my own right to choose my sexuality.

Anyway, let the story commence since I’m guessing that’s why you’re here.

“What’s the job this time Scout?” Angela my co-worker asked me (I call her Angel, sounds much cooler)

“Oh I have to take this package to the village on the border.” I told her. As I wheeled my BMX to the exit. I waved good bye on my way as it was my last job of the day and I really wanted to get the package delivered and get home. Packages aren’t really what my company do, but we have been known to deliver them on occasion.

I sped through the inner city on my BMX getting yelled at by old people (they’re clearly jealous because their bikes weren’t anywhere near as good as a BMX). To get through the hustle and bustle of the town center you have to be agile, and I am pretty agile. Swooping around in my blue shorts and white hooded vest top.

Out in the country though. I had a chance to slow down. Two reasons: enjoy the scenery and I had no idea where the place was. I got past the local post office and to my surprise I heard someone shouting “Dylan!” I hit the brakes and skidded to a halt and looked behind to see an old school friend. His name is Daniel, I hadn’t seen him in over a year and he was my best friend in school. It was such a nice surprise. We talked for a while and then I asked if he could direct me to where I was trying to find. But he did one better. He took me to the front door.

On the way there we conversed about our glory days and the mischief we got up to while I pushed my BMX alongside him.

I should point out not only was Daniel my best friend, but when I was coming to terms with my sexuality I had a crush on him. He’s a similar figure to me, maybe a bit slimmer, the same height. His brown hair is short and swept upwards at the front and he has possibly the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

When we got to the gate, I figured he’d leave as he has places to be, but it was then that he pointed out that this house belonged to his grand parents who were at the time in Cyprus for a month celebrating their anniversary. He invited me inside and even though I had plans I agreed, after all it wasn’t every day I got to see him.

When we got into the porch he insisted I take my shoes off because his grand parents don’t like people bringing in dirt onto their carpets. I was more than happy to take them off and just walk around in my white ankle socks.

He gave me something to drink and then we went up stairs to his bed room. He had an amazing four post bed, but it was unique. Each of the posts were metal and they had small holes running up them.

I sat down on the bed, holding the package that I was supposed to be delivering.

“Could you shake that?” Daniel asked. Not even thinking I did so. The package made a clattering sound, the sound of chains. “Ah, I thought so, that’s mine.” He said.

I handed him the package and he quickly tore into it. The contents were four old locking cuffs. Two for the wrists and two for the ankles. The cuffs were attached to chains and at the end of those chains were long thin bolts.

Daniel stood up and threw the packaging on the floor before he pounced on me. He sat on my stomach and had me pinned down on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge.

“I need to test these to make sure they work. If not then you can take them back.” He said to me with a smile on his face.

“Ummm, that’s not how my company works, but okay. I guess you can quickly test them.” I said.

I’d been tied up before but that was just with shoe laces, this was something completely different.

He took hold of my vest and pulled it over my head and threw it to the side, leaving my plain bare chest exposed. He prodded fun at my little bit of chubbyness, but I didn’t mind.

He took hold of my wrist and attached one of the locks to it and then did the same with the other wrist.

“Do you like pain?” He asked me with a genuine look of curiosity on his face.

My honest answer was “Yes, a little bit, but not a great amount.”

He looked at me and nodded before dragging the chain attached to my wrist to the bed pole and bolted it into a hole, the fourth highest. He took hold of the second chain and did the same. This caused my torso to be suspended and there was very little if any give for me to move my arms.

It was a very tight bond and very stiff. He dismounted from me and moved to the bottom of the bed where he attached the remaining two accessories to my ankles. Before chaining them into position he ran his hands up to my waist and pulled off my shorts leaving me in my boxers and socks. He glared at me for a few seconds and then pulled me down the bed, stretching me out until I groaned from pain. At that position he locked the ankles in place, keeping me bound at a bearable pain level.

He stepped back to admire his work before reaching under the bed and pulling out a drawer. He raked around in the drawer before pulling out a blindfold and putting it on me.

“Isn’t that a bit extreme?” I asked, now unable to see him.

“Well we’re doing this, we might as well do it right.” He replied.

I could not understand what he could have meant by that until moments later I felt his hand slip into my boxer shorts.

“Did you think I didn’t notice you almost bulging out of your buttons?” he laughed. “What’s doing it? The bondage or me?” Daniel asked

I was reluctant to answer, unable to see him I didn’t really want to, but I did so anyway and told him “Both.”

I wasn’t sure how he’d taken it but his hand remained groping me and after a minute or so he pulled my boxers down making me completely exposed. I felt his lips wrap around my penis as he began to give me a blow job.

The pleasure I was already feeling combined with this new sensation was building up inside me. I used my self control to make sure I didn’t relieve myself in his mouth. This caused me to get hot and sweat and I wanted to wipe myself but I couldn’t move my arms to do so.

He brought his head up for a moment and explained “I know you had a crush on me, Jamie told me. I’ll be honest, I was afraid to say at the time, but I had a crush on you too.” These words were music to my ears.

He continued sucking for quite some time until I was almost sure if it lasted any longer my self control would reach its limit.

Fortunately, he stopped. He moved back and ran his finger softly down my left leg until he reached my sock. He took hold of it and pulled it off then did the same with my right foot. He then licked the sole of my bare foot from the heel to the tip of the toe.

“Dude, I’m a free runner for a living. You probably just licked the sweatiest foot in the world.” I said.

Daniel remained silent, his hand taking hold of my toes and bending them back causing me to whelp. He was no longer excited. He was in ‘dominate’ mode. He continued licking my foot and sucking on my toes for a little while longer but then disappeared from my touch again.

I could hear a rustling, I assumed he was in his drawer again. Momentarily I felt a streak of pain on my stomach. He had a flogger and he had just lashed it down on me. I whimpered from the feeling as the flogger came down again, and again and again causing me to groan pathetically each time.

The lashing moved up to my chest, it was even harder and consequentially my whimpers were more pathetic.

He stopped using the flogger for lashing after about a good ten minutes of pain. He moved it so that the tassels were brushing the tip of my cock and started moving it around in a circular motion causing me to feel so much eroticism.

I felt like any longer and that was it, game over. There’d be white stuff flying every where. But he stopped.

“Well I’m thirsty so I’m going to get a drink.” He said.

I felt so relieved that I wouldn’t have to face the embarrassment. But he had left the room and I remained bound to his bed with not even a margin of possibility to get myself free.


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Okay, I’m going to leave it there because we take a break. So depending on responses (apparently I’ve noticed that seems to be the theme for continuity) I will pick this up a little later. I hope you enjoyed my first part of my first story


Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:11 am


Thank you, it’s fun to be on here. And thank you also for your compliments. One thing I take pride in is my grammar. I have a few stiff keys so I may miss out letters accidentally. But I write everything up in word beforehand so it points it out


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Daniel had been gone for what seemed like an hour. I had gained no leverage over my bonds and there bolted strength and remained bound in a most uncomfortable manor. My nose and eye brow had developed an itch and it was impossible to scratch. I had tried calling out to my captor but he never came. His house was so big and his walls so thick that I doubt he even heard me.

Eventually though he returned, his door opened and then slammed shut.

“Sorry it took so ling. Knight Rider was on TV and you know how much I love Knight Rider” he said giggling at my torment.

“You’re a dick do you know that?” I said to him for leaving me bound for all of this time.

Imminently my phone in the pocket of my shorts rang, my ringtone coincidentally being the classic 80s Knight Rider theme tune (I too loved that show).

He took it out and answered for me, putting his hand over my mouth to stop any protests I had.

“Dylan? … No he’s busy at the moment? … Can you talk to him? I don’t think so, he’s a little tied up right now… Sure I’ll take a message… Is that all? ... Alright I’ll let him know.”

He removed his hand and hung up the phone. “What the hell man? Who was that? What did they want?” I said a little angry by the fact he’d just answered my phone and had a conversation.

“It was some Angel chick. She just wanted to know if your delivery went okay since you didn’t go back to collect your things at work.”

“Of course I didn’t go back asshole. You’ve had me chained to this fucking bed for around an hour and a half.” I yelled at him.

“You’ve been liking it though.”

“Yeah, at first. That was before you left me to watch TV.”

He was silent, his hand placed upon my cheek and I soon felt his lips pressed against mine. He held the kiss for around twenty seconds and then stopped.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked.

I nodded and decided that was rather worth it.

“Besides, I needed to give you time to gather yourself.” He said as he began lacing a thin rope around the base of my penis. And also around the scrotum. In the time I had became soft and the rope was tied rather tightly. When he’d finished his rope work he started jerking, causing me to get hard yet again.

“Do you know much about your penis?” He asked.

My answer was plain, simple and honest. “Not really, I just use it for peeing and pleasure when the need arises.”

“Well, I could see you were having trouble before. What this tight lace is doing is stopping you from releasing anything until you are at the full limit of pleasure. You will probably feel it building up inside and that itself is an amazing stimulant. But nothing will come out.”

This was something I never knew. But as he jerked harder and harder I could feel what he was talking about.

He began un-bolting my ankles from their fastenings. He removed my boxer shorts completely, then bent my legs and spread them apart. Then secured them in holes along the frame of the bed. He released my wrists as well temporarily, while he still had hold of one hand, I used my free one to itch, and remove the blindfold.

Daniel was standing at the side of the bed wearing something similar to a military CO uniform. It had a sense of authority about it. But it was unique, the trousers and under-vest were a light leather and he had big black boots that reached up to just below his knee.

My wrists were secured down in a hole only a few inches from where my ankles were secured so my hands were at my sides.

Daniel stood up on the bed and forced down my chest with his boot. He crouched down and ran his fingers through my hair and then gripped hold of it tightly and pulled my head up.

“So, ‘Scout’ I believe Angel called you. Are you prepared for what’s in store for you? Because this right here is just the beginning. You are Mine now.” He said with a smirk on his face “At least until the weekend finishes and you have to go back to work.”

“I’m yours?” I said, more sarcastically than asking what he meant.

He lifted his spare hand and lashed the back of it against my cheek. I glared at him with a ‘What the fuck?’ look.

“Don’t talk back, or you get punished. I am your master and you are my slave.”

“What? No wa…” Again his hand lashed across my face. And I was helpless. Even if I wasn’t bound, Daniel was much stronger than me and so being able to enforce what he meant was easy for him.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down a little bit so that his penis was hanging out. It was a hard as mine, but he had very little stimulation causing that. I did notice a vibrating cock-ring though. He kneeled over my head, dangling his penis around my mouth. I had no choice but to open up and do as he wished. It lasted the good of five seconds before I began protesting.

“Pfth, that’s disgusting.” I spat.

Again I felt his hand crash across my cheek. He returned to his drawer and got a ring gag (I believe it’s called. You know, opens the mouth by force but also acts as a gag) He put that on me and tried again, this time with much more success.

This lasted around twenty minutes and surprisingly he hadn’t jizzed all in my mouth, not even a drop. It appeared he was much more composed than myself. In fact he was probably some kind of god when it came to that sort of thing.

When he stopped, he pulled his pants backs up and removed the ring gag. I started spitting everything I could out of my mouth. He again dove deep into his drawer, this time taking out what appeared to be mitts. However they were flat and didn’t have anything for moving your fingers around in them. He attached these to my hands. They were only buckles but because I had my fingers restricted it wasn’t like I could take them off. He removed the shackles that kept me tied down to the bed and allowed me to sit up, as I did he wrapped a leather collar around my neck which had a length of chain hanging from it. The shackles were replaced by leather wrist and ankle bands with rings on them, ideally for just quickly strapping someone to something quickly.

He gave me my boxers and shorts back and pulled them up for me.

“Daniel? What exactly did you mean by I’ll be your slave?” I began to ask. Still curious about the things he had said.

“Exactly what it is. You will be my slave. You do what I want and when I want.” He replied.

Daniel stood up and again took hold of my hair and dragged me to the ground. He forced his foot down on my back. “And from now on, you shall only address me as Master or Sir.”

I gulped back my saliva at the shock from this brute force he was displaying. If this was some sort of role play, he was very into it. But he was causing me pain and had full control over the situation. So I could do nothing other than obey him. “Yes master. Sorry master.” I said to him, hoping he would be more gentle with me.

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.” He said, taking hold of the chain on my collar and dragging me around on all fours.

He took me down stairs into the living room. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. He released his grip on my chain and pulled away the rug that was in front of the sofa. This revealed five rings bolted into the ground. He directed me into the middle of them and using padlocks he secured each wrist and each ankle, and also the collar chain. I stood on all fours, now kept firmly in place by these new bonds. He sat down on the sofa and turned on TV. He took off his jacket and threw it to the side and began un-lacing his boots. We removed them and then also his socks. He relaxed and lay back on the sofa, putting his feet up and using me as the foot rest.

“Good boy.” He said as he began enjoying his 80s classic… Airwolf.


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Again I’m going to leave it there. This story is pretty segmented so I’ll continue perhaps later when I have more time. I hope you enjoy my tale of slavery.



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Mon Dec 12, 2011 1:41 pm

So, sorry it's taken this long to get around to finishing this. Work has been a trail lately with it being near christmas so I've been working extra shifts. So because you have all waited patiently I will try and make this last part the best I can.


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Fortunately I wasn't gagged, but topical conversation wasn't an option. Any time I tried to talk I was hushed and Daniel would lift up his foot and bring it back down on me with force. During the advert break which lasted a total of thirty seconds, i.e. only one advert, he would allow me to talk, but I still had to address him as master. I felt under the circumstances and where we were I should ask what he was going to do with me, and beg him to release me, I did tell him that if he released me I'd come back when I wasn't busy and allow him to release his fetish upon my soul, but he didn't accept those terms (although I do now see him when I can and we do more of this stuff) so I asked more reasonable questions, like how his grand parents let him have this stuff in their house. To which I found out a little bit about the history of the building, before it was their home it was a sex dungeon that allowed members of it's cult to come in and join together with things like bondage.

By the time the shows were over I was in agony, my muscles couldn't take any more and my limbs were stiff from being in the same position for all of those hours. At the end of the show marathon Daniel stood up and crouched down, he took hold of my chin and forced me to look at him as he spoke. "I'll make a deal with you, you can stay here the night since I doubt you'll be riding home, you won't be tied up or anything, but before I release you from my service you have to endure somethin I've been waiting to test out. Deal?"

I immediately answered "Deal" without thinking, but once the words had escaped my mouth I wished they hadn't, this could have been anything, this one thing could have been worse than an eternity as his foot rest. But it was too late, he was already releasing my arms and legs and looked rather excited. He had gone from a demonic, powerful, frightening dominator to a 12 year old who just got a brand new games console.

"Do you like wasabi?" he asked me as he pulled me into the kitchen.

"You mean the hot japanese thing? Yeah, I love it." I replied thinkng he was going to feed me before I became his little fantasy slave again. But no, this was something completely different.

He took out a small tub of wasabi from his fridge and tucked it under his arm. He tugged on my leash and dragged me through the house, back up the stairs and into his bed room where this nonesense had all started. He removed the collar from around my neck, much to my relief and threw it to the side. He placed the wasabi on the floor and began stroking my hair. "You look tense, relax, this isn't going to be as bad as wha everything else has. It's just something I read on the internet in a story that I wanted to try for myself." he said, it was very reassuring knowing that and I did feel much more relaxed.

Daniel gently pushed me onto the bed and cuffed my hands through the bed frame above my head. He didn't secure anything else, though he made sure to check that the lace around my penis had not come loose in any way. "You seem like a totally different person to ten minutes ago." I said to him, watching his every move as he dotted around my body making checks.

"Well, yeah. I feel very... moe."

"Moe?"

He giggled and hushed me again, but this time just using his finger in front of his mouth, which at the time had a huge grin going from one ear to the other. Seeing that everything was the way he wanted it he went into another room and came back with bag. The bag was full of felt tip pens of various colours. Daniels started with the yellow and scribbled random doodles on various parts of my body. He changed colour after doing four and kept that pattern. By the time he was finished, fifteen minutes later he stepped back and observed his handy work. "Bravo to me. It's beautiful." He said playfully glaring at me. I could feel myself blushing and my cheeks going red from the compliment, but it didn' matter because my cheeks were currently green...

"Okay, now for the wasabi." he said. He picked the tub of it and removed the lid. Using one of his fingers he scraped some of the wasabi out and smothered it around each of my nipples and then onto them. The nipples are extremely sensetive and the hot wasabi was causing a mild, but bearable burning sensation. I groaned from the pleasure it inevitably caused me, which caused Daniel to become even happier. "It works, it works the way the internet told me." he said with a surprised look on his face.

Before I could make any remark about the internet and the information it holds I felt an even stronger burning from the tip of my cock. He had put the wasabi there of all places and it was... wonderful. Only word I can use to describe it. Hurt like hell, but the pleasure it was giving me. "You like that?" Daniel asked me. I just nodded as words were a struggle.

"'Scout' what will happen if I undo that lace around your dick?" Daniel asked me.

"Don't do it!" I exclaimed knowing I would immediately explode from the feeling I currently had. "Well, not unless you like cleaning up."

His evil grin returned from earlier, but now with a playful demeanor he seemed rather imp-ish. He began to untie the lace and swirl the remainder of the wasabi on his finger around the tip, very slowly.

"Daniel, no." I said mercifully. Before I could feel myself about to release. My head began to sweat and itch. I tried to scratch at it but my bound hands wouldn't allow it. This just caused clatter from the steel rustling against the bed frame. Inevitably all of the feeling that had cumulated over the past few hours released all over Daniels bed room.

With my pleasure released Daniel felt it was time that I was released. I used my new found freedom to excercise my body parts and get rid of the feeling of stiffness. I went to his bathroom and he allowed me to shower so I could clean myself off. Once hygene had been tackled we settled down for the night, snuggled up in his bed and watched the Simpsons until we fell asleep.