The Landlord (M/M) - Chapter 6&7 - June 27th

[Bound Down]

Dylan laid on his couch after a long day of unpacking, with so much left to do. He just moved to an amazing deal on a 3 bedroom industrial apartment. The exposed brick and timber was such a nice touch. He couldn’t wait to be duct taped to the wall or use the support beams to their full potential. Plus, the third bedroom would be nice to have a dedicated playroom that he wouldn’t have to put away any time he had a guest over.

Just as he pulled out his phone, Dylan heard a knock at the door. It must be the landlord, Ben. He had complained about how the lights in some rooms wouldn’t turn on and the kitchen sink was leaky. Ben had promptly apologized for not catching those in the moveout inspection and promised to come today to address them.

As Dylan opened the door he did a double take, or two. He hadn’t expected the landlord to be his age, or this hot. Standing before him, or practically over him was a 6 foot 3 man that clearly hit the gym regularly. His white polo much tighter at the top, with the short sleeves hugging his biceps. His blue jeans were similarly well filled. Dylan was no stranger to the gym, maintaining his lean and slightly muscular aesthetic, but this man could probably ragdoll him.

“Hey man, sorry again about immediately needing repairs at move in. I really should have noticed that,” Ben apologized, flexing one arm as he scratched his neck.

“Uh no worries. . . Thanks for coming out so fast. On a weekend too.”

“It’s the least I could do, bro. Mind if I come in?” Ben definitely had some frat boy mannerisms. It was the first time a landlord had called Dylan a bro.

“Oh, um, of course.” Dylan stepped out of Ben’s way as he walked in.

“I think the lights may be a bad breaker and I’ve got a few spares, but with the sink if it needs more than a tightening I’ll need to go out to get the parts, but I’ll come right back.”
“Sounds good. Thanks!” Dylan excused himself and went to his office/guest room to scroll on his computer while he waited to have his apartment back to himself.

Not long passed before Ben was back, “Hey man, so the new breaker fixed the issue, but you don’t know where the electric panel is, do you?”

“Uh no, I don’t remember seeing it yet. Is it in the hallway or something?”

“No. Let me show you. In case a need to reset a breaker while you’re here.” Ben started walking into the living room as Dylan followed.

Dylan’s heart started pounding as Ben walked into the room he had chosen to be his playroom. Dylan stopped following when he saw Ben open the closet door with all of his kink gear on full display. “Oh”

“Yeah it was right behind your sleepsack.”

Dylan couldn’t think of anything to say. Ben had seen everything, he was bringing it up. Dylan just remained silent to see what Ben wanted to do.

“Kneel boi”

“uhhhhhh what?” Dylan stammered as he processed what was happening.

“You heard me boi. Kneel. A dom may have a couple butt plugs but definitely not as many as you have. You’re a little bitch that needs to be put in his place. And you’ll address me as Sir from now on. I do own the very floor you walk on after all.”

His tone had shifted. The laid back jock was replaced by someone that expected to be obeyed. Dylan got to his knees. Ben was right after all, Dylan was a sub and from looks alone he was definitely willing to sub for Ben at least once. Even if this will make his rental situation a little more complicated.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good boi. It seems you can listen once you learn who you’re talking to.” Ben walked up to Dylan. “Kiss my shoe,” Ben ordered as he placed his sneakered foot in front of Dylan.

Dylan studied Ben’s smirking face for a moment before obeying. You could tell he enjoyed being obeyed. “Yes Sir.” Dylan repeated as he bent down to kiss the top of the worn out sneaker.

As he started to straighten up, he heard Ben say, “Stay down boi. Keep your mouth on my sneaker. I’ll tell you when you’re done.”

Dylan returned to the sneaker leaving his lips in contact with the shoe and waited. When Dylan finally took a breath, it hit him. That shoe had definitely seen some gym time. Ben must have noticed Dylan’s reaction as he said, “Yeah these have definitely been around boi, and I sweat like a real man. Take a few more deep breaths and then you can get back up.”

Dylan did as commanded, breathing in deeply. The shoes smelled bad, but not overwhelming from the outside, it was still a hot musk. His hand went to his jeans to readjust. “uh uh uh. Hands off boi. I’ll decide when your dicklet has earned some attention.”

Dylan eagerly obeyed, really enjoying Ben’s demanding personality. Ben then gently kicked him off his foot. “Damn boi, I usually use these as punishments, but I may have to make them a treat for your horny ass.”

“Yes Sir.” Dylan said, wondering what it would be like to have the shoes duct taped over his nose.

“Ok boi, I need to go to the store to get some parts for the sink. How do you feel about a little time out while I’m gone for hiding your electric panel from me.”

“Yes Sir. I should not have hidden it from you.” Dylan said wryly, playing along with the game.

Ben smirked at Dylan’s half submissive half bratty response and pat his cheek condescendingly. “We’re going to have so much fun together boi. Now strip naked and stand against the beam in your living room.

“Yes Sir.” Was all Dylan said as he complied. His excited dick stood strong as stripping made him feel vulnerable in the most erotic way. Before him was a strong man that owned the ground he walked on and Dylan wasn’t even allowed clothes in his own apartment.

Dylan stood patiently against the wood beam while Ben brought out the pallet wrap and duct tape he must have spotted in the closet. Ben had Dylan step away from the beam and hold his arms out with his hands in fists while he used the pallet wrap to cover him from neck to ankle, wrapping all of his limbs individually. When Ben got to Dylan’s waist he held out an athletic cup and pressed it over Dylan’s upright dick and balls. With another tell tale knowing smile, “Not sure you’ll have earned any attention down there by the time I get back, but I like to keep my options open.”

“Yes Sir,” was again Dylan’s only reply.

Once Ben had finished wrapping everything individually in pallet wrap, he wrapped Dylan neck to toe with the pallet wrap, this time with his arms and legs together. Finally, he put down the pallet wrap and picked up the duct tape. Dylan love the feeling as Ben slowly edged up from his ankles mummifying him in duct tape. The pallet wrap was fun and a necessary step, but the lack of give and stretch of duct tape made him feel so much more secure.

“How about we make this a little more fun than just securing you to the beam? You should be entertained while I’m away after all” Ben said as he walked to the dining room table and grabbed two chairs. Dylan kept quiet sensing that Ben was not asking a question and that a response may be to his own detriment.

Ben placed one chair right in front of the wooden beam and the other to the side. Without showing any effort, Ben lifted Dylan’s cocooned form unceremoniously and placed him standing on the chair. Ben then wrapped more and more duct tape around Dylan’s already cocooned form and the wooden beam, until he needed the second chair to finish with my shoulders.

Once he was finished, Ben stepped to the ground and pulled the chair out from under his captive. Dylan might have fallen a fraction of an inch but was held up over a foot off the ground by the duct tape.

“There you go. I figured if you were going to be hanging around you might as well be hanging around.” Ben joked as he patted Dylan’s dick through the cup and layers of adhesive. Dylan groaned in pleasure. “Uh uh uh. You’re nowhere near getting that kind of pleasure yet, boi. I still have work to do after all.”

Dylan’s only response was to whimper.

“Don’t sound too sad, boi. We’ll have all day once I get back from the store. . . Anyways, once we get started I don’t think you’ll be so sad about the time you got to relax.”

“Do you play that rough, Sir?” Dylan fretted. While worried, he still felt his already hard dick strain against the athletic cup holding it in place.

Ben pat Dylan on the cheek a few times before saying, “Don’t worry. I won’t give you more than you can handle, but I will give you everything you can handle often.”

Dylan was still anxious but those words made his dick strain even more in it’s confined space. “Yes Sir”

“Good Boi. Now I’m going to get going. Hang tight I’ll be back soon… or I won’t” Ben smirked. Ben was halfway to the door when he turned around with a mischievous look on his face. “You know I kept getting so many noise complaints last week. I’d hate to get more while I’m out. I think we better keep you quiet.”

Ben took off his shoe and sock, putting the shoe back on before holding the worn out, yellowing sock up to Dylan’s nose. Dylan winced, “Do you ever wash those?”

“Nope.” Ben beamed. “Now open up.”

Dylan had enough experience to know where this was going but wanted to play with his new captor. He kept his mouth shut, clenching his teeth.

“Naughty Boi.” Ben chuckled. “Guess we’ll get to do this the fun way.” Ben placed his large, strong hand over Dylan’s mouth and nose blocking any attempts to breathe. It wasn’t long before Dylan started feeling the burning in his chest and started squirming against his bonds involuntarily. Ben still held firm even as Dylan began whining into his hand gag. Dylan felt like he was thrashing when really the duct tape held his body so securely that he could barely move a fraction of an inch and Ben’s hand held his face in place.

Long after Dylan felt desperate for air, Ben lifted his hand from Dylan’s mouth while keeping his nose pinched. As Dylan gasped for air, the expected sock was shoved with Ben’s hand holding it in place.

Dylan squirmed in his bonds as Ben wrapped duct tape around his head and then around his head and the beam. The sock tasted of man sweat, weeks of it. It was gross but Dylan had a strong fetish for athletic smells and loved to hate it, simultaneously savoring and repulsed by the alpha male’s sock. What little movement he had left in his head was now restricted with his head secured to the beam, Dylan’s vision more or less restricted to what was directly in front of him.

Dylan moaned into his gag before testing it out, “mmphan?” he croaked unsuccessfully.

Ben broke into laughter. “You horny fuck. Did you just say “again?” Dylan nodded as much as he could with his head secured against the beam. Ben ruffled Dylan’s hair, “You are going to be such a fun little bitch to mess with, but I really do want to get your sink fixed today.”

Ben left without another word. As he closed the door behind him, Dylan could hear the lock latch. Dylan contemplated the implications beyond no one coming in to help him. Giving this Dom a key was meaningless. He owned the room and could enter whenever he wanted to toy with Dylan.

Dylan’s thoughts drifted from possibility to possibility. All of them fixed on Ben. Some excitedly daydreaming of every perfect combination of bondage play they could have together. Others more anxious about how intertwined Ben would be in his life regardless of how things went. Others just imagining what it would be like for Ben to fuck him vanilla or in bondage. He wanted to see that man shirtless.

After a while Dylan’s thoughts slowed. He couldn’t see a clock but knew that Ben had to be taking his time to get whatever part he needed. Dylan couldn’t quite fall asleep but rather rested his eyes as best he could with an empty mind.

After some unknowable amount of time of relaxing into his bondage, Dylan heard the door open and saw Ben walking through, holding presumably what he needed to fix the sink. Dylan squirmed in his bonds, eager for attention, but Ben paid him no mind at all, closing the door and walking to the kitchen sink.

Dylan mphed into his gag indignantly, but Ben simply ignored him as he got to work. After maybe another twenty minutes Ben stood up from the sink and reviewed his work nodding to himself. Then he walked to the door.

Dylan practically screamed into his gag as Ben left and locked the door behind him. He had no idea how long Ben planned to be gone this time. He had grown sweaty in his bonds, and while Dylan was eager to play, at this point he’d rather just be free than hanging bored indefinitely.

[CaptiveDan]

This is really hot! Strong start and very fun situation

[ATOne]

What a treat of a story so far! I wonder just how many people in this building are getting the same treatment with all those noise complaints!

[jake22153]

Wow, totally hot! I wish I had a hot landlord do this to me!

[Bound Down]

It was maybe five minutes this time before Ben came through the door smiling. “Had you going there didn’t I? You know you really shouldn’t let people you don’t know tie you up without discussing the scene first. Maybe I’m really into leaving you tied up for 24 hours unattended.”

Dylan mphhed indignantly. Ben nearly pat his cheek and ruffled his hair condescendingly again. “How’s it hanging up there?”

Dylan mmpphhhed annoyed.

“Do you have anything important to say if I were to ungag you? There will be consequences if I decide it wasn’t important enough.”

Dylan thought about it for a second before deciding to try to shake his head no and vocalize “uh uh” as best he could through the gag. The worn sock had saturated his mouth with Ben’s foot musk, and he was sweaty and growing sore in this position, but not so bad that he needed out, especially if they were about to have some fun.

“Good boi. I seem to remember you wanting more breath play before I left. I think that’s a good place as any to start playing with my new toy,” Ben joked to himself before placing one hand over Dylan’s gagged mouth, covering his nostrils.

Dylan squirmed. His lungs were burning even faster this time and it was not long before he was writhing pathetically within the few fractions of an inch his bonds allowed. Long after Dylan grew desperate for air, Ben finally released his hold. However, when Dylan breathed in the fresh air, he was immediately repulsed. Opening his eyes, he saw Ben holding his shoe up to his face covering his nostrils.

The shoe smelled every bit as manly as Dylan could gauge from smelling the outside before. If he was able to whiff at his leisure, he’d jerk off to it and cum in no time. However, unexpectedly forced to take deep breaths from it after being on the brink of fainting, made Dylan’s stomach churn. Dylan whined pathetically into his gag.

“Relax boi, you’ll get used to it. Hell, you’ll probably even beg for it eventually. If you weren’t gagged, I’d make you thank me for letting you smell a real man’s scent.”

Dylan made a few more sad whining noises into his gag before looking down and doing his best to mph, “Yes Sir.”

Ben laughed again, “You’re such a submissive little fuck, aren’t you? Going to do whatever I say, just because a real man tells you?”

The shoe still pressed against Dylan’s nose, he tried his best to shrug. When tied up so securely he really leaned into submission. When untied, Dylan leans to be a little bit of a brat.

“Oh no? Not going to do whatever I say? We’ll see about that, boi.” Ben said as he removed his shoe from Dylan’s face and covered hand gagged him again covering his nostrils. Ben kept his hand in place until Dylan was once again fighting his bonds with his full strength, insufficient as it was. As he replaced his hand with his shoe, Ben commanded, “Take deep breaths to learn what a real man smells like, boi.”

Dylan involuntarily complied, needing air one way or another. Ben smirked, “See? I do think you’ll do whatever I tell you.”

Even as he was catching his breath, Dylan had enough composure to roll his eyes at that claim.

“No? Need more convincing?” Ben repeated the cycle a few more times, holding Dylan’s airways shut until he was writhing desperately, then ordering him to breath deep breaths from his shoe. Eventually Ben ordered that he must say “Thank you Sir.” As best as Dylan could through the gag.

When Dylan tested him on this, Ben merely removed the shoe, replaced his hand, and left Dylan squirming without the reprieve to catch his breath. Then Ben let Dylan take a single breath through his shoe before repeating. After a few rounds of breath play with only a single breath in between, Ben allowed Dylan to breath through his shoe like normal again. On his third breath, Dylan hastily mpppphed “Thank you Sir.”

Ben patted Dylan’s cheek again, “That’s a good boi. I knew you had it in you.” After a few more rounds of holding Dylan’s breath and then letting him catch it through Ben’s shoe, Ben decided they’d had enough breath play for now.

Sitting down in front of his still suspend sub, Ben asked, “Ticklish?”

Dylan groaned. He was and knew that nothing would change the fact that he was about to be tickled. Dylan made a few involuntary, as he felt Ben’s strong hands playfully caress his feet. Then Ben went into full tickle mode. The involuntary writhing rivaled the breath play just moments before, yet the tape had not loosened in the least so every struggle was still just a fraction of an inch.

“You know, I think you deserve to smell something nice, while you’re pleasing me so well with all your little struggles.” Unexpectedly, Ben applied some duct tape to Dylan’s eyes so he could not see anything. Dylan thought he heard the sound of a belt and fabric dropping to the floor. The next thing he knows Ben is removing the duct tape from his eyes and still fully clothed but holding a dirty gray jock strap in his hand. “Sorry boi, I’m spoiling you way too much for our first session anyway. If you want to see more of my body, you’re going to have to earn that.”

Dylan didn’t know what he’d have to do to earn it, but he desperately wanted to see more of Ben’s manly body.

Dylan watched as Ben maneuvered the jock strap over his head so that the crotch was right in front of his nose. Ben knots the jock strap in the back so that it stays tight against Dylan’s face. At least, with the minimal squirming Dylan is able to achieve, the jock strap isn’t going anywhere.

Once Ben was confident the jock strap is secure, he ordered, “Take a deep breath. I’ve been wearing that to the gym for over a month.” Complying with the command, Dylan did so and immediately felt mixed emotions. While not as all encompassing as the shoe, the jock strap certainly had it’s own aroma to be proud of. Like the shoe, if he were able to hold it at a certain distance and smell at his leisure, he would cum in no time. As it was, firmly secured to his face and fully saturating every breath, Dylan felt his stomach churn.

“Okay boi, now that that’s taken care of, let’s get back to the fun.” Ben said as he sat at Dylan’s feet. The tickling began in full force again and Dylan squirmed to no avoid in his cocoon. He was laughing hard, but all that came out were various muffles through the gag. Every breath was filled with Ben’s manly crotch musk. Damn, Dylan wanted to suck the real thing so bad at this point.

“You have a pretty laugh boi. I think we’ll need to do this often.” Ben announced during a short pause in his tickling assault. Ben continued tickling for minutes on end, occasionally giving a few moments for Dylan to catch his breath. Not that those moments were entirely peaceful, with Dylan having more capacity to realize the quality of air he was breathing through the jock strap.

After what seemed like forever, Ben stood up leaving Dylan’s exposed, dangling feet behind. “I love a good mummification, and we’re definitely not going to let all the effort getting you here go to waste, but it definitely can be limiting with most your body protected from me.”

Ben pressed against the cup covering Dylan’s cock and balls and Dylan moaned. He was so horny after all this attention from Ben. He wanted to cum so bad. “I normally wouldn’t give this thing any attention so early, but since I’ve already played with everything else that’s exposed, might as well. Do you want me to give your sad little cock and balls some attention, boi?”

Dylan moaned an emphatic yes through his gag. Squirming in anticipation, practically humping against the duct tape holding him in place.

“Ok boi. If you insist.” Ben smirked as he took out a knife and carefully cut the duct tape near the edge of the cup. Once Ben, freed the cup he starting stroking Dylan’s dick. “Is this what you wanted, boi?”

Dylan again moaned an emphatic yes, using what little freedom he had to buck his hips into Ben’s strong hand.

“Too bad. I’ve got other plans.” Ben stopped stroking and gave Dylan’s balls a few firm smacks.

Dylan gasped into his gag, but his dick stayed hard, and he humped the air more in frustration than pain.

“Hold on boi, I think I saw a few toys for this in your closet.” Ben left and came back holding some toys behind his back. “Can’t ruin the whole surprise. You already know it’s going to be your balls that get attention,” Ben said as he placed the toys down to the side where Dylan couldn’t see.

“Beg me to crush your balls.” Ben said. Dylan took a moment too long to process as Ben started slapping his balls even harder than before. “I said, beg me to crush your balls, boi.”

Dylan, catching on, started whining into his gag and giving Ben his best puppy dog eyes. “You want me to crush your balls, boi?” Ben smirked his trademark smile saying he knew he was in control. Dylan nodded as best he could in response and whined more through his gag. He would have been into the ball crushing regardless, but the way Ben forced him to beg for the pain made his hard cock strain in the air.

“You’re such a sad little bitch. Not minutes after your sad little dick finally gets some attention, you’re begging for me to hurt your balls instead. . . But if you insist.” Ben maneuvered Dylan into the ball crusher and gave the knob a few twists until it was secure but didn’t hurt yet.

“Is this enough or do you want more, boi? One grunt for more, two for enough.” Dylan grunted once. If he was going to have his balls tortured they might as well hurt. Apparently, it was a test as Ben smirked, saying, “Good boi,” before tightening the ball crusher further. Now Dylan’s balls ached. Not the worst he’d ever had done to them but definitely would not be bearable indefinitely.

“Do you want more boi?” Dylan again grunted once into his gag, not sure how long he would be forced to hold out, but he was thinking with his dick. Again, Ben called Dylan a good boi before tightening the ball crusher further. Now it was near Dylan’s max. He whimpered into his gag as knob turned feeling pain surge through his balls and radiating to his stomach.

“Do you want more boi?” This time Dylan grunted twice and whined pitiably. Well maybe pitiably to someone other than Ben, as he turned the knob one more time before watching the effects. Dylan grunted hard into his gag and breathed deeply through the jock strap still attached to his face. His body took turns squirming against the pain and trying to settle and calmly accept it.

“Do you want more boi?” Panicked Dylan screamed twice into his gag. “Looks like we found your sweet spot boi.” Ben rubbed Dylan’s cheek reassuringly. “You can do it, breathe through the pain.”

Dylan was breathing deep and hard trying to accept the pain that was more intense than he’d ever put himself through. Accepting the pain or not, his dick was rock hard.

Ben let Dylan squirm a little longer before turning the knob back to where it was. “Good boi,” Ben said, continuing to rub Dylan’s cheek. Dylan moaned in relief as what he previously felt would be unbearable long term felt like sweet relief in comparison.

“Be honest, boi. Did you enjoy the thrill of going further than you wanted or was that too much?” Dylan gave it some thought before grunting once. He liked the loss of control and the pain, while unbearable, was so hot at the same time. Ben smirked, “Little pain slut. Good to know.”

Ben proceeded to tighten the knob once again, leaving Dylan panting in pain. This time though, instead of letting Dylan pant Ben hand gagged him covering his nostrils over the gray jockstrap. Dylan whined pathetically through the gag. “I would give your dick some attention for encouragement, but at this point I think you may be one stroke away from shooting.”

One stroke may have been an exaggeration, but Dylan did feel incredibly horny as the aching in his balls grew along side the burning in his lungs. Dylan just kept whining. As horny as he was this was still too much for him to consciously choose, not that he was the one that got to choose at the moment. He wanted it to stop. Actually, he wanted to cum and then for it to stop.

Ben let Dylan have a single breath of air before covering his nostrils once again. “You’re doing so well, boi. Just a little longer.” Ben said supportively as if he wasn’t the one singlehandedly inflicting the pain.

Once Dylan started thrashing again, Ben removed his hand from Dylan’s face and loosened the knob of the ball crusher. “Okay boi. How are you feeling?” Dylan just whined exhausted. “Do you think you can handle another round?” Dylan released two soft breaths of air from his nose, too tired to make a full grunt.

Ben grabbed Dylan’s still fully erect dick. “Do you think you could handle another round if I let you cum during it?” Dylan thought longer on this one. He was so drained, but cumming would be a nice completion to the long bondage session after being horny for so long. Eventually, Dylan made a single weak grunt.

Ben smirked. “So you do have more in you.” He cranked the knob tighter once more and covered Dylan’s nostrils. Dylan squirmed at first before thrashing the millimeters he was able. The whole time, Ben kept a grip on his dick but made no move to stroke it. Dylan tried to hump Ben’s hand but could not move enough to get off.

Ben once again let Dylan have one deep breath before replacing his hand blocking his air. Dylan’s small thrusts were methodical, although even the minimal thrusting he accomplished managed to radiate pain in his balls as they dangled. Eventually the lack of air turned his methodical thrusting into wild thrashing.

Ben let go, loosened the knob and stepped back. “Guess you didn’t want to cum bad enough. Oh well, bois like you are more fun when they’re horny anyway.” Dylan merely panted. “Ok, boi I think you’ve had enough pain for now. Would you rather be released completely, or I can take you off the beam and lay you on your bed, cuddling until you’re ready for more?”

Dylan’s body ached from the tight bondage holding him in one position for so long, but even drained as he was, he wouldn’t mind some time feeling Ben pressed up against him. Especially if there was no more pain for the time being. Dylan grunted twice for the second option.

Ben smiled affectionately, “I was hoping you’d choose that one.” Ben removed the ball crusher entirely, giving Dylan such immense relief he moaned in pleasure. He placed the chair back under Dylan’s hanging feet and cut the tape securing Dylan to the wooden beam before lifting his cocooned body over his shoulder like he was nothing. When they got to the bed, Ben placed him down much more gently than he’d manhandled Dylan before.

“Do you want to keep my jockstrap on, or breathe the free air again while we cuddle?” Dylan grunted once. He had gone numb to the worst of the jockstrap and at this point the smell was one of the things keeping him horny enough to tolerate the ordeal. Ben smiled warmly, “Good boi.”

Ben laid down on the bed beside Dylan, maneuvering them both so that Ben was holding Dylan as the big spoon. He would occasionally give Dylan’s cocooned form a reassuring squeeze or fondle Dylan’s pecs through the many layers of tape. The fondling didn’t give Dylan much stimulation to his sensitive nipples, but just the feeling and attention made him feel warm.

“You did really well today, boi. I had a lot of fun.” Ben complimented, softer than he’d been in the living room. “Did you have fun?”

Dylan grunted once sleepily. Today was more intense than he had been used to, but it had also been so hot losing so much control. He was exhausted though and felt he could dose off at any moment.

“Was there any point where I went too far and shouldn’t repeat?”

Dylan thought longer on that one. Going further than he agreed to was definitely new for him, but it didn’t really go that much further or for that long. Ben had read his body language well enough to bring him to the edge of what he could bear. Dylan eventually decided to grunt twice.

“If that changes, you’ll let me know right, boi?” Ben’s voice took back some of its earlier commanding tone. Dylan grunted once agreeably.

“Was there anywhere I didn’t go far enough that bored you or just didn’t get you to your maximum enjoyable tolerance?” Ben asked, returning to his soft and caring tone.

Dylan thought on that one too. He’d been brought to the edge of his limits pretty consistently, thrashing much of the time he was on the beam. In hindsight, maybe he could have been tickled longer until his was more desperate for it to stop. Or there could have been more times during breath play where he was only allowed to breathe once before the next round. Although Ben had already shown himself to be such a rough Dom when he wanted to be and Dylan didn’t want to give him too many ideas. In the end, Dylan just wiggled a little and grunted three times, breaking their agreed upon code.

“Naughty boi,” Ben laughed as he gave Dylan a mild tap to the balls.

“I noticed a carrara chastity belt in your closet when I was looking for your breaker. Are you able to wear that long term?”

Dylan grunted once, anxious but excited about where this could be going.

“You’re a really cute boi, and how much pain you can take is really fun for me. I’d like to do this again, and I think it’d be really hot if before I freed you I put you in chastity and held the keys until we played again. Do you want to be my locked bitch? At least until next time?”

Dylan grunted once emphatically. In truth he was planning to jerk off once Ben left if he never got the chance before then, but having a guaranteed future meet up with this adonis sounded amazing. Not to mention he’d be even hornier next time from his time in chastity. Granted he would be putting a lot of trust in someone he just met, but this was his landlord, it’s not like he could truly disappear on him.

“Horny slut,” Ben laughed again as he gave Dylan’s balls another slap. Dylan grunted indignantly. “Don’t sound so grumpy; I see that you’re enjoying it.” Dylan merely grumbled a little more into his gag. “You’re such a cute boi”

To this, Dylan moaned affectionately and snuggled into Ben. Ben squeezed Dylan in return. They lay like that in silence for some time before Dylan eventually nodded off to sleep. He was awoken to a few gentle squeezes from Ben. “I’ve got to get going.”

Dylan, only half awake, didn’t process the implied I’ll untie you first in Ben’s tone and started squirming in his bonds. “Relax boi,” Ben chuckled, “I didn’t forget you’re tied up. I’ll free you. . . mostly.” Ben smirked.

Ben started by expanding the free area around the crotch to Dylan’s whole waste. Then Ben freed Dylan’s legs, but before doing anything further, Ben playfully shoved Dylan back onto the bed. Dylan fell with a bounce onto his back.

“I haven’t forgotten the chastity, you agreed to,” Ben said as he went to the closet and returned with a full carrara chastity belt. Ben maneuvered Dylan to put on and lock the chastity device. Fortunately, Dylan didn’t have any morning wood to contend with. “Do you have any other keys beyond these two?”

Dylan grunted twice. “Good boi,” Ben patted Dylan’s cheek. “Now that your little dicklet is locked, making mine the only real dick between us, would you like to give it some attention before I leave boi?”

Dylan grunted once enthusiastically. His dick already trying to grow downward within its new cage.

As Ben went to take off the jock strap and gag, he commanded, “Do not speak unless it is an emergency. The only thing your mouth should be used for right now is pleasuring a real man’s dick. Got it, boi?”

Dylan again grunted once, horny as ever being degraded by someone clearly stronger than him.

Ben ruffled Dylan’s hair, “I knew you’d be a good little bitch.” He removed the jockstrap and unwound the several layers of duct tape before finally removing the now soaked sock. Ben started to undo his belt before pausing. “You’ve been such a good boi, but I still don’t think you’ve earned the right to see my dick yet.”

Ben grabbed a bandanna and tied it around Dylan’s eyes, blindfolding him. Next he maneuvered Dylan such that he was kneeling on the ground, before he finally undid and dropped his pants. “Ok boi. Open up.”

Dylan did so obediently and took what he could of Ben’s cock in his mouth. Ben let Dylan lead at first, kissing, sucking, bobbing. Then he gently but firmly placed his hands behind Ben’s head and started thrusting himself, going only to the back of Dylan’s mouth. With each moan of pleasure Dylan let out, Ben would get slightly rougher, going a little deeper, which only made Dylan moan more. Eventually Dylan was taking Ben’s whole cock with each thrust and moaning to show his appreciation.

When Ben got close he pulled out. Dylan heard him orgasm, but didn’t feel any cum landing on him. Staying obedient, Dylan didn’t ask anything. After he heard Ben put on his pants and redo his belt, Dylan felt a sock being placed in front of his mouth. It smelled like Ben, but it was dry so it must have been his other one. Horny and a little too worn out to struggle, Dylan accepted this sock easily.

Ben mocked the obedience, “No fight this time? Someone must still be sleepy from his nap.” He then placed what Dylan assumed was his leather muzzle around his head. He pulled each strap tightly before securing the buckles with padlocks. Next Dylan felt a chain wrapped around his ankle and locked before hearing it locked to something else.

Ben cut Dylan’s upper body free at last, and Dylan stretched out all the soreness he’d been accumulating.

“Okay I’m leaving now, boi. I had a lot of fun, but I did a lot of work to put you in your place, so to make sure the lesson is reinforced, I’m going to leave you naked and still bound at least somewhat. Your phone and the lockbox holding the keys to your muzzle and the chain around your ankle are on the bed. You may remove your blindfold once you hear me leave. I’ll text you the combination. . . at some point. See you next time, boi.”

Dylan listened to Ben walk away, open and close the front door, and even the latch as it was locked. It wasn’t long after he removed the blindfold, that he realized Ben’s dry sock came with an extra surprise. He had cum into it.

Dylan moaned into his gag, but was unable to get the sock out even with his hands free. He didn’t love the taste of cum and now his mouth would be marinated with it until Ben sent the combo to take off the muzzle.

Dylan tried to forget about the sock, mostly unsuccessfully. Although, at least consciously he turned his attention to the chain. It was locked to another beam in the bedroom. The chain gave him just enough freedom to use the attached bathroom, but not leave the bedroom.

Quickly becoming bored and wanting any distraction to forget the sock, Dylan started scrolling through his phone while laying on the bed. After hours of scrolling on his phone and just wanting to go to bed, Dylan got a text from Ben, “I hope you’ve been enjoying the surprise I left you, boi. 4839”

Dylan’s hand absentmindedly went to jerk his dick, being rebuffed by the metal cage around his crotch. He merely texted back, “Thank you for the amazing day, Sir. I can’t wait for next time.” He received no response as he unlocked and removed the muzzle and chain. It did not take long for Dylan to fall asleep after such a long day.

[Bound Down]

Chapter 3

After a few days of his hand reaching for his dick only to be rebuffed by a solid metal cage, Dylan decided he’d waited long enough to reach out to Ben. He sent a text trying to play it cool. “Hi Sir. I had a really fun day when you . . . fixed the sink. I’d love to meet again.”

Dylan didn’t have to wait long for Ben to respond, “Boi, I’m glad you had fun, but you still need to learn your place. You’re horny because you’re in chastity and I hold the keys. Like a good boi, you’re eager to play, but that will be on my schedule, not yours. I’ll text you when I want to play with my new toy. If you need something fixed, submit a maintenance request, otherwise sit and stay like a good boi.”

Dylan once again tried to grab his dick through his pants to find nothing there. He instead just rubbed against the front of the cage futilely. At least he was getting in some good gym sessions and runs, like he normally does when locked. His energy has to go somewhere.

But Dylan longed for another session with Ben, more than just a desire to cum. The way Ben took control so readily and his mischievous smile as he got exactly what he wanted. Dylan had been doing so much self-bondage in his spare time but even with time lock and use of his wide collection of toys, none of it hit just right.

A few days after his failed attempt to text Ben, he received another text. “Good boi. Someone learned some patience. How many times have you tied yourself up since our session?”

“Six times, Sir.” Dylan answered honestly. Once each day and except twice yesterday when he couldn’t get to sleep.

“Wow boi. Someone’s horny. Interested in another session today?”

“Yes Sir. Please Sir!” Dylan texted back.

“Good boi. I will be over in an hour. In the meantime, I want you to go on a run, shirtless and in your shortest shorts. Get as sweaty and worn out as you can. When you get back, get naked and chain your ankles to the same pillar I hanged you from last time. Leave the padlock keys and what you wore on the run out of reach on the kitchen counter.”

“Yes Sir.” Dylan responded already digging out his short shorts that covered little more than a speedo. He had to give himself a wedgie with them to cover the hip bands of his chastity belt. Even so the front was noticeable to anyone taking the time to examine his crotch. He’ll just have to run fast so people don’t get the time to notice.

Once he left his apartment, he sped through the hallways and lobby as fast as possible trying not to run into anyone. He felt very exposed not wearing a shirt for his run, even if plenty of people didn’t. His short shorts riding his crack didn’t help. The second he exited the lobby, Dylan was full sprint down the sidewalk before he finally calmed into a more casual but still forced jog.

He was no speed runner, just doing a few miles here and there to stay in shape. He figured he could probably do about 5 miles and get back in time to lock up.

Fortunately, it was early enough that not many people were out yet to look at him. Even so, Dylan found himself picking up the pace any time he spotted someone walking in his direction. He didn’t notice anyone looking as he passed them, but couldn’t be sure.

Dylan got back to his apartment sweaty and panting as ordered. He basically sprinted the last half mile just to really work up his sweat. Once again, he rushed through the lobby and hallways to get back inside his apartment, where he could be nude with no one taking a second glance.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him, but had to get moving. Dylan didn’t have long before Ben would be there. He stripped his clothes, grabbed some chain and a couple padlocks. Dylan took one last check of his phone before leaving it on the kitchen counter with the padlock keys. Ben hadn’t texted anything further, so everything should be good to go as planned.

Dylan took one end of the chain, circling it around his left ankle before locking it with one padlock. Then he passed it around the wood beam before doing the same with his right ankle. The chain was long enough to let him stand with his feet beneath him just in front of the timber beam but not step away from it at all. So, Dylan waited, back leaning against the wooden beam he was trapped to.
This time he didn’t have to wait long. Without his phone, Dylan guessed that Ben may have arrived exactly an hour after sending the text to the minute. Ben let himself in, not bothering to knock. He was wearing black pants and dress shoes today, topped with a basic white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearm.

Dylan did not bother trying to hide ogling the business casual hugging all the muscles of his adonis landlord.

Ben smirked taking in his view of Dylan as he walked up to him. “Did you get stuck?”

Dylan rolled his eyes playfully, “What? A little chain, I could break out of this no problem.”

Ben flicked Dylan’s nipple, “Is that so? Then I guess you won’t mind me going to fulfill another unit’s maintenance request. You can just break your chain whenever you’re done, and I’ll see you around.” Ben turned around making to walk away.

“Wait Sir. I lied. I can’t get out.”

“Oh. No? You sounded so confident before. You should at least try. No need to give up so fast. I’ll fulfill the maintenance request, but I’ll come back after to see if you failed.”

“Yes Sir.” Dylan responded in defeat.

“Wait let’s make it a little more fun.” Ben said as he walked into Dylan’s playroom. He came back holding nipple clamps. “I’ll set up a video call between our phones. Anytime I check and these aren’t on, I’ll add an hour to how long before I come back. Of course, that won’t matter if you’re able to break these chains on your own.”

Dylan remained silent this time just accepting his fate as Ben applied the nipple clamps. He did squirm and grunt though as Ben slowly tightened them. After one particularly pleading whimper, Ben must have decided that was tight enough.

Ben gave Dylan a condescending pat on the cheek as he turned to set up his phone on the kitchen counter. “Boi, what is your passcode.”

“8472, Sir.” Dylan answered.

“Good boi.” Ben leaned Dylan’s phone against a pot, confirming he could see Dylan then turned for the door. “Be good.” Were the last words Ben said before closing and locking the door behind him.

Dylan struggled futilely, knowing there was no point. He couldn’t slip out of the chains and definitely couldn’t break them or the solid wood beam. He resigned himself to massaging his pecs around the clamps waiting for Ben to return. It didn’t take long for his nipples to start aching from the constant pressure.

Dylan wanted to loosen them but feared that would fall into the same category of taking them off, and Ben was rough enough without trying to punish him. He didn’t need to give him an excuse to go harder. He merely watched the clock on the oven as he waited for Ben to return.

About thirty minutes later, the door opened, revealing Ben, this time carrying a small bag that he set aside by the entrance. “Good boi, not taking off the nipple clamps.” Ben gave them a slight tug as he asked, “Did you loosen them?”

“No Sir!” Dylan squealed.

“Look at you learning to not be such a brat.” Ben ruffled Dylan’s hair. “Don’t worry, I like my sub’s a little rebellious. Keeps things interesting and gives me an excuse to go even harder.” Ben gave the nipple clamps another tug.

Dylan squirmed. “I’m sure I’ll give you plenty of reasons to punish me, Sir.”

“Oh, eager for pain, boi? You know punishments aren’t supposed to be fun.” Ben pressed his hand firmly against Dylan’s throat. Just hard enough to pin him against the beam.

“Yes Sir. Even if they aren’t, I’ll still try to earn them. Sometimes I like obeying my dom to the letter, others I like getting under his skin. If you prefer an obedient sub, I’ll try to do more obeying.”

Ben’s tone softened. “boi, I had a lot of fun with you last time. Just have fun. If I need more or less of something, I’ll let you know, and I expect you to do the same.”

“Well, in that case Sir. I could use a few extra orgasms. This cage has been getting in the way for a while now.”

Ben chuckled, “You’re lucky your balls are protected from me slapping them. There won’t be more of those anytime soon. Not until your break in period is over and you learn that my dick is the only one that matters.”

“Yes Sir.” Dylan let his hand absentmindedly drift to his cage.

“Hands off, boi. That is my property, even if you can’t touch it. Anything even approaching the attempt of pleasuring your dicklet needs permission while in my presence. That means no fondling the cage, no humping the floor, no vibrators on the cage, nothing. Understood, boi?” Ben pressed a little harder against Dylan’s throat for emphasis.

“Yes Sir.” Dylan responded, wanting to touch his cage even more now.

“Good Boi.” Ben tugged the nipple clamps for emphasis. Then Ben took off the left nipple clamp gently but then rubbed the raw nipple into Dylan’s chest. Dylan squealed in pain and tried to push him away, but Ben was easily able to swat off his hands and continue undeterred. “You’re doing so well, boi. Just a little more.” Ben reassured as if Dylan was lifting, not actively trying to push Ben’s hand off him.

“It’s okay you can try to push me off, if that helps. It won’t work, but you can try.” Ben taunted as he took off the right nipple clamp and repeated the same massage treatment. Dylan had no more success evading him this time. The ankle chains didn’t help, but he suspected they also didn’t really make a difference either. Eventually, Dylan merely rested his head on Ben’s shoulder and whimpered as Ben continued cheering him on with, “Just a little more,” and “You’ve can do it,” until the sensitivity to both Dylan’s nipples faded.

“Did you have fun, boi?” Ben asked, nonchalantly.

Dylan merely grumbled in response.

“If I unlocked your chastity belt, would you be jerking off right now?”

Dylan grumbled a little more before answering indignantly, “Yes Sir.”

Ben laughed in response. “Ok boi. I think we’re going to play a game.” Ben said as he unlocked the chains from Dylan’s ankles. “I love it when you resist, but I want to show you just how useless it is too.”

Ben grabbed some standard handcuffs and handed them to Dylan. He then took the chain that had been locking Dylan’s ankles and locked it around his own waist through his belt loops and then locked the remaining around his right wrist so it was stuck behind his back. “Enjoy the view. This is probably the most bondage you’ll ever see me in.” Ben smirked.

“Your goal is to not get handcuffed with those cuffs. Bonus points if you can handcuff me, but I wouldn’t get too greedy if I were you. The boundary will be your playroom. Got it?”

Dylan felt his dick strain against his chastity belt at the thought of getting to wrestle with Ben. “Are there any stakes?”

“Boi, what’s the point of any stakes? You’re my little bitch. If I win, I’ll do what I want with you. If you win, you’ll still let me do whatever I want with you.”

“I don’t know it could be fun, Sir.” Dylan said looking down.

Ben ruffled Dylan’s hair with his left hand before grabbed some of it in a fist and gently lifting Dylan’s head back until they were making eye contact again, “Awww what does the boi want if he somehow manages to win?”

“Maybe you let me cum today, Sir?”

“Ha still thinking with your dick, boi? What would you give me in return if I win?”

Dylan paused for a second trying to think of something, “You could hold the keys to my chastity until we next meet?”

“You already gave me the keys boi.” Ben let go of Dylan’s hair and slapped the cage like patting the hood of a car. “Barring any extreme circumstances, this stays on until I say so.”

“I thought you said just until our next time together, which is today, Sir!” Dylan said indignantly.

Ben wedged his hand into the waistband of the chastity belt and pulled Dylan in, “It was. But I’m assuming you want there to be another next time, don’t you?” Ben smirked again. “The best way to guarantee that is that I have something locked on you to mark you as my property. I don’t forget what belongs to me,” Ben said possessively before patting Dylan’s cheek and returning to his calm command, “and besides it’s way to early for me to collar you.”

Dylan wanted to hump anything until he came, but all he managed was to nod. He mouthed “Yes Sir” but didn’t manage to make any sound. Ben certainly knew how to turn him on.

“No offer for me if I win then, boi? Doesn’t seem very fair.”

“What would you want Sir? You already pointed out that I’ll let you do basically whatever you want to me.”

“Ok boi. How would you feel if I took a little more control of your playroom?”

“In what way Sir?” Dylan asked puzzled.

Ben looked sideways, breaking his strong dominant demeaner, knowing he was about to ask for a lot, “I know this is only our second time meeting, but I think it’d be really hot to install a smartlock on the playroom door so that you could only get in or out with my permission. I’d also like to put cameras in your playroom only so I can watch you struggle when I’m not here.”

Dylan took a second before responding, “What happens if after a few more sessions we decide we’re not a fit, Sir?”

“I can either take back all the cameras and smartlock or give you the codes so that I can’t access them anymore.”

“Ok Sir. That does sound really hot as long as you’re still holding my keys.” Dylan said warming up to the idea.

“Good boi. It’s smart to let your dom have extra control and visibility into a room where temptations run strong. It’ll keep you from making poor choices.” Ben resumed his calm command. He rested his free hand on the back of Dylan’s neck and guided him into the playroom, closing the door behind them. Ben then closed the door to the adjoining guest bathroom. “No opening any doors. Ready?”

Dylan nodded unsure. He cautiously gripped the handcuffs sizing up the room. It was roughly square shape, maybe 12 feet by 12 feet and mostly empty has he set up any of his bigger equipment yet. Not a ton of room to keep away from Ben unless his plan was to run in circles for an hour.

Ben calmly walked towards Dylan. Dylan backed away cautiously until he hit the wall. Then he slid across it, starting to run to the other side of the room. His timing was poor though as Ben caught his left hand and held firm.

Fortunately, the handcuffs were in Dylan’s right hand which he tried to bring down on Ben to latch them on his wrist. Lightning fast, Ben merely let go of Dylan’s left wrist and grabbed the handcuffs out of his right hand. “That didn’t last long, boi.” Ben taunted as Dylan took the opportunity to run to another corner in the room. Ben tucked the handcuffs in his pocket.

Dylan was more proactive in running away from Ben, but the room wasn’t that big and it only took Ben a few steps from the center to make Dylan run 12 feet to another corner. The game lasted about 3 sprints before Ben was able to grab Dylan’s wrist again. This time he pulled hard enough for Dylan to stumble to the floor.

Ben quickly straddled him, pinning Dylan on his back with one hand holding both of Dylan’s. “You’re still not handcuffed. You could still win, boi.” Ben mocked. Dylan tried bucking his hips, but couldn’t move Ben off in the slightest. Dylan trying to squirm out of Ben’s grip was even more futile. Single handed Ben could still easily overpower him.

Realizing this Dylan’s limbs went limp giving up his fight. Ben released Dylan’s wrists to grab the handcuffs and life sprang back into Dylan. He tried to push Ben off with all his might. Dylan achieved nothing though. Ben remained firmly planted on top of him, but now both of Dylan’s wrists were cuffed.

“I win.” Ben gloated stand up off of Dylan. “I thought you had learned your lesson there, boi, when you pretended to give in. Guess I’ll just need to keep drilling into you how meaningless your resistance is.” Ben unlocked the chain holding his wrist behind his back. He then proceeded to uncuff Dylan and unceremoniously lift him over his shoulder. Taking him to the kitchen table before sitting down and adjusting Dylan so he was laying across Ben’s knees.

Ben taunted, “Try all you want to avoid the spanking. I’ll stop if you manage to get off my knees.” One of Ben’s muscular arm’s held Dylan in place while the other began repeatedly striking against his bare bottom.

Dylan squirmed against the pain but found even with free hands he had difficulty pushing himself up. Any time he tried to roll off, Ben was easily able to adjust his grip and pull him back in. Dylan had suspected Ben could ragdoll him but holding him on his lap with one hand while he was desperately trying to avoid a spanking was something else.

While submitting to the spanking may have been the wrong word, as Dylan continued to thrash with each strike Ben delivered, the coordination and passion waned from Dylan’s escape attempts. He had resigned to his fate and turned to begging instead. “I’ve learned my lesson, Sir.”

“What lesson was that boi?”

“That regardless of how tied up I am, you are always in charge. I am just your plaything and resistance is meaningless.” Dylan grunted out between spanks.

“Good boi. Are you going to stop testing me?”

“Do you want me to stop, Sir?”

Ben chuckled, “No I like the fight and the excuse to go harder on you for punishment.” Ben delivered some extra hard spanks for emphasis.

Damn Dylan thought he was already receiving full strength spanks, but grunted through the pain as he embraced his mischievous side, “Then no, Sir.” Ben continued spanking at the increased intensity, but Dylan took them with his metaphorical chin held high. Even if his literal chin was wide open letting all his whines out.

“Ok boi, do you think this was enough for you to remember this lesson?” Ben asked continuing to strike.

“Yes Sir.” Dylan practically screamed.

“Ok then I guess we can wind down.” Ben said as he gave three strikes harder than any before. “And just so you know this is not the hardest I can spank you.”

Dylan gulped. “Yes Sir.”

“Sit in the chair while I go to your playroom and decide what we’ll do next.” Ben ordered walking away. Dylan complied but winced as his weight pressed his raw butt cheeks into the hard wooden chair.

[dwild]

A very hot story, looking forward to more!

[Socksbound]

Wow!!

Such a hot story, glad I found it. Loved the breath play in the first chapter especially. The banter and brattiness is great.

Looking forward to more

[slider40337]

Ah, 8472… a bold choice—clearly optimized for users who prefer their security measures immune to assimilation, genetically keyed to non-humanoid biosignatures, and forged in a realm where firewalls are quite literally organic.

[bondagefreak]

Ah, 8472… a bold choice—clearly optimized for users who prefer their security measures immune to assimilation, genetically keyed to non-humanoid biosignatures, and forged in a realm where firewalls are quite literally organic.

Nonsense. Resistance is futile. Qapla'!

@Bound Down
I have this story in my to-read list, but I'm curious. Was the 8472 combination a random number you chose, or was it an intended reference to Star Trek: Voyager?

[Bound Down]

@Bound Down
I have this story in my to-read list, but I'm curious. Was the 8472 combination a random number you chose, or was it an intended reference to Star Trek: Voyager?

It was actually just random four digits that came to mind as I was writing. I had to google the reference. I hope you like it once you get to reading!

[DeeperThanRed]

Interesting to see such a hard playing couple also being so content with their arrangement. I'll definitely give this another read later.

[Pup Wingletang]

Just read the first couple of chapters and I'm fully invested in Ben and Dylan's budding relationship. They definitely seem pretty compatible.

Loved the suspended mummification and how Ben expertly pushed Dylan's limits. Love how he blindfolds Dylan before exposing himself and I'm always up for a bit of bondage cuddling.

I enjoyed the predicament he left Dylan in - freedom doesn't come easy!

[Bound Down]

Interesting to see such a hard playing couple also being so content with their arrangement. I'll definitely give this another read later.

Thanks! I find a lot of the stories on here of reluctant or unwilling victims really hot, but as a hard playing sub wanted to try writing something with a more willing victim, even if Dylan is overwhelmed in the moment at times.

[Bound Down]

Just read the first couple of chapters and I'm fully invested in Ben and Dylan's budding relationship. They definitely seem pretty compatible.

Loved the suspended mummification and how Ben expertly pushed Dylan's limits. Love how he blindfolds Dylan before exposing himself and I'm always up for a bit of bondage cuddling.

I enjoyed the predicament he left Dylan in - freedom doesn't come easy!

Thanks! Yeah suspended mummification has been on my bucket list for a while now. Hopefully I wrote it accurately enough. I love bondage cuddling too! My favorite after care.

I'm glad you liked it. I think you'll see a lot of sessions ending that way. Bondage doesn't end when the Dom leaves, just the entertainment.

[Bound Down]

Thanks for all the feedback everyone. Hope you like the next chapter.

Chapter 4

Ben returned, ordering Dylan to the playroom. “How are your legs feeling after your run, boi?”

“Ok Sir. It was a fast run, but not the longest since I had to get back.”

Ben smirked, “Oh. Then this will be a good finisher.” Ben wrapped leather suspension cuffs around Dylan’s wrists. First, he tied them together in front of Dylan, then he tossed the rope over a beam in the ceiling. When Ben tied off the rope, Dylan’s wrists were only forced about shoulder height.

Ben next grabbed ankle cuffs and a spreader bar, fixing Dylan’s ankles slightly past shoulder width, but no great stretch. “How’s that?” Ben asked.

“Anticlimactic, Sir.” Dylan said sarcastically waving his wrists around to show the slack.

Ben laughed, “I wasn’t going to stop there anyway, but now I have to make you regret those words.” He ruffled Dylans hair a bit harder than usual, jostling his head too. Ben then pulled out his key chain from his belt. On it, were the keys to the chastity belt. “Don’t get too excited boi. Your belt just happens to protect your balls too.”

Ben unlocked the chastity belt and set it to the side. Dylan’s dick quickly sprang to attention, but Ben paid it no mind. Instead, he tied some string around Dylan’s balls, and pulled down until Dylan was forced into a squatting position, tying it off to a central loop in the spreader bar.

Dylan tested his range of motion. As long as he stayed directly under the ceiling beam his arms were tied to, he had a small grace range where neither his balls nor wrists were pulled. Standing up slightly and he quickly felt pressure in his balls. Relaxing back down and he started feeling his weight hang from his shoulders.

“Ok boi. I want you to stand tall enough so there is no slack in the rope tied to your balls. Anytime I see slack, your ass will get a reminder of how sore it is.” Ben ordered, giving a warning spank with a smirk.

“Yes Sir.” Dylan replied standing up until he felt a gentle pressure pulling his balls down. Even at the top of his comfortable range, Dylan was still only slightly above a 90-degree squat.

Dylan’s legs quickly started to ache and wobble. On the first wobble, he was given a few rough spanks from Ben having let the rope go slack. The spanks jolted him up, until his balls felt a painful tug. The next few wobbles, Dylan tried to release the tension in his legs by standing up further, pulling on his balls until they hurt.

Dylan sweat under the exertion. He was not foreign to the gym, but just holding a squat was not something he had practice in. “Sir, I don’t know how much longer I can hold this.”

“Keep going boi,” was the only response he heard back.

“Yes Sir,” Dylan answered as he tried to comply with the order. Though, not long after Dylan started wavering. Ben was quick to provide some encouraging spanks until Dylan lifted back up. At first the spanks were a quick reminder before Dylan recovered. However, as time dragged on and Dylan’s legs burned with the continued effort, Dylan began hanging most of his weight from his arms accepting the spanking for a time until he felt rested enough to squat more. Dylan quickly found that the longer he hung, the harder Ben would spank him.

“Sir, my legs are tired, I can’t squat much more.” Dylan whined shortly after recovering from a particularly brutal spanking.

“boi. I don’t care if you can hold the squat a second longer or not. This is the game we’re playing until I get bored. You may not be able to obey all my commands, but you will take all my punishments.”

“What am I being punished for Sir?” Dylan whined back.

“For not keeping the rope to your balls tight. Are you not paying attention, boi?” Ben’s voice sounded harsh, but looking at his face Dylan could tell he loved the control he was taking. Punishing his brat for not being able to fulfill an impossible command.

“Yes Sir.” Dylan whined as he dropped his weight back onto his shoulders accepting another round of spanking. Dylan’s moans and grunts of pain became more and more desperate.

In the middle of the spanking Dylan heard Ben say, “boi, you’re getting loud and need to be gagged. You’re not going to get a break from spanking for me to gag you. The next time you stand up it better be for at least a minute, or I’ll have to come up with an even harsher punishment.”

Dylan merely grunted and nodded in the affirmative. He stayed hanging for an extra long time this time to make sure he’d have the energy to hold out. Ben’s spanking not only continued but continued to get harder and harder the longer Dylan rested his legs. No reprieve, not even from the increasing intensity. After he couldn’t take any more pain on his butt, Dylan stood back up into his squat position.

Ben wasted no time. Standing behind Dylan where he couldn’t see, Dylan heard the sound of Ben taking off his shoes and socks, then putting them back on. For a short second Dylan saw the yellowed white of a well-used athletic sock before it was shoved into his mouth and duct tape was wrapped multiple times around his head. Dylan’s feet were bouncing from the strain when Ben finally told him he could drop.

Through the pain of the spanking, Dylan made a few exploratory jabs with his tongue to confirm that the fabric was the tougher fabric of athletic socks. With all the stomach-churning taste that he experienced a week ago. The next time he stood into a squat he made a quizzical muffle and nodded towards Ben’s dress shoes he was wearing with dress socks peeking out under his pants.

Picking up on the question, Ben answered, “I have to look nice for work sometimes, but I can’t miss out of valuable hours each day of marinating my socks for your amusement. You deserve nothing short the finest man stench available, so I wear my workout socks under my dress socks.” Ben pat Dylan’s cheek affectionately, “Besides, if I gave my socks a break to air out during the day, you might actually enjoy them rather than barely stomach them and where’s the fun in that?”

Dylan whined and rolled his eyes, but his sarcasm didn’t last long as he fell back down for another round of spankings. The torturous game continued on repeat. Dylan would accept longer and longer spankings trying to get the energy for a meaningful reprieve, even if his legs were on fire from the exertion.
After a particularly long spanking, Dylan stood into his squat only to find that his legs felt like mush and he couldn’t hold a squat for more than a couple seconds. He whined into his gag but fell involuntarily for another round of spanking.

Dylan tried to get up and again failed, subjecting his bright red and possibly purple butt to more torture. The next time Dylan failed, he let out a long pathetic whine, but just dropped his head accepting his spanking. Ben spanked Dylan harder and harder, but before Dylan could make another feeble attempt at standing, he stopped.

Ben lift Dylan’s chin and with no reserve or sarcasm, praised, “Good job boi. You did great! It was so sexy watching the lines of your thigh muscles twitch trying to hold off the inevitable.”

Dylan was too exhausted to do much more than make a louder than normal breath through his nose in acknowledgement, but inside he felt so warm at Ben’s praise. Dylan knew he was no slouch when it came to athleticism or attraction, but having someone that looked like he could be the Greek god of swimmers and lifters say his muscles looked hot made him feel so hot.

Ben untied Dylan’s balls and locked the chastity belt back on before proceeding to untie his sub the rest of the way. Standing even outside of a squat felt awkward for Dylan with his legs feeling like jelly.

“Ok boi. I’m going to get you nice and secure while I set up the playroom security we discussed.” Ben led Dylan back to the kitchen table carrying a handful of ropes. Ben tightly tied Dylan’s arms behind his back then forced him down onto one of the chairs, smirking as his sub winced in pain. He then tied Dylan’s wrists to the back of the chair with his wrists behind the back of it.

Ben then proceeded to secure his chest and stomach to the back of the chair as well. Ben lifted up an ankle one at a time tying them to the back of the chair as well, so Dylan was forced to rest his whole weight on his sore and sensitive butt.

Dylan whined and squirmed, but realizing that squirming made the pain infinitely worse, resigned himself to just whining.

Ben held Dylan’s chin, making eye contact, “Come on boi, you might as well get used to it. You’re going to hurt sitting down for a few days anyway.”

Dylan only whined through his gag in response.

Ben gleamed with a sudden idea. “I’ve got a way to help you pass the time, while I set up your playroom.”

Dylan moaned, knowing it could be nothing good. When Ben returned, he was holding Dylan’s electro device. He placed a few electro pads on Dylan’s hamstrings and turned up the intensity just enough to force Dylan’s legs to jostle to the rhythm of the electro device. The electro itself wasn’t painful, but the leg jostling forced Dylan to rub his sore butt cheeks into the wooden chair.

Ben then tied a bandana around Dylan’s eyes, blindfolding him. “So you can focus on your butt like a good boi.” Dylan heard Ben walking away, presumably to set up the lock and cameras in his playroom.

Dylan whined on deaf, possibly no ears as the electro device forced him to rub his sore cheeks against the chair every 5-10 seconds. His butt felt like it was on fire. While he knew consciously this was better than the active spankings, in the moment he wasn’t so sure with how tender he felt.

As the time passed, Dylan regained the energy to at least absentmindedly test his bonds. He quickly found that he would not be pulling his wrists free through any slack. Looking for knots to play with also yielded no success. Any knot he could find had no slack on either end to loosen. Even so Dylan let his fingers roam as a mild distraction from the pain in his butt.

Eventually Dylan heard Ben approaching and his blindfold was removed, “Having fun boi?”

“Mppphhh” Dylan whined pathetically with his best puppy dog eyes. He had recovered from the point of total exhaustion, but his body was still aching from the long bondage and forced squats, let alone the pain in his butt likely wouldn’t go away for a day or two at least.

“Awwww you’re cute when you beg, boi. Let me turn off the electro as a treat for being so adorable.” Dylan felt the shocks in his legs get stronger and grunted in painful surprise. Looking up, he saw Ben smirk, “My bad. Wrong button.” Then the electro truly stopped. Dylan grunted in relief, waiting for what was to come.

[CaptiveDan]

Incredibly hot chapter, I love the forced workout/exertion of the squat! Also the low intensity electro effect on his thighs was described really well (as someone who's been getting into a lot more electro recently)

[harveygasson]

This is an absolutely fantastic story so far! Love this sub/Dom dynamic.

[Bound Down]

Thanks @harveygasson and @CaptiveDan! I'm glad you're liking the story so far.

Chapter 5

Dylan sat in his bondage as Ben stared down at him appraisingly, “How’s your hole, boi?”

Dylan grunted quizzically.

“We don’t have to if you’re not ready. But I think it’d be really hot for me to fuck you with your flaming red cheeks. Each thrust bringing you pleasure on the inside and pain on the outside.”

Dylan paused for a moment considering. He would love to have sex with Ben, and having Ben fuck his aching ass did sound hot, but he wasn’t sure if it would be too much once they started. He was aching all over. As these things go though, the more Dylan thought about it, the hornier he got, until he found himself nodding eagerly to Ben. Hopefully he wasn’t signing for more than he could handle.

“Good boi.” Ben pat his cheek possessively before untying the ropes securing Dylan to the chair, but leaving his wrists tied behind his back. Dylan was marched back into the playroom to see that Ben had set up his fuck bench while he installed the lock and cameras.

Before securing Dylan to the fuck bench, Ben closed the door and pulled out his phone, showing Dylan an app. He pressed a button for lock and Dylan heard the click of a latch in the door. “I’ve got both the keys and control the lock whether I’m here or in another country. You don’t get to leave unless I want you to, whether you’re tied up or not.”

Dylan felt his dick strain against his chastity belt. He was lucky his hands were tied up, as he absentmindedly went to touch the front of his cage only to remind himself he couldn’t. He didn’t have the energy to face down a punishment from Ben for touching the cage in front of him.

Ben had a knowing look on his face. He must have guessed Dylan’s reaction. “Kneel boi.” Ben ordered gesturing to the fuck bench. Dylan complied as Ben locked his ankles into place. Ben then unlocked and removed the chastity belt again allowing Dylan’s ignored dick to spring to attention for the second time that day.

Ben warned, “I’m going to untie your wrists now. If you so much as think of touching your dick, I’ll make the spanking today will seem like a butt massage. Got it boi?”

Dylan nodded meekly. Ben untied Dylan’s hands and immediately pushed him down onto the torso pad of the fuck bench, locking his wrists in place on the front forearm pads. Dylan wasn’t sure he had a second to touch his dick if he wanted to; everything happened before he realized it.

Once Dylan’s wrists were secured, locked in the metal cuffs fixed to the bench, Ben started applying some of the additional security straps along the back, calves, forearm, until all Dylan could meaningfully move was his head. Ben then blindfolded Dylan.

Dylan once again heard a shoe and sock being taken off and being put back on. He “mpphed” questioningly as the blindfold was removed.

“You are a boi and my plaything. Your body should be on display as much as possible for my appreciation. I am your Sir. You are to worship me and seeing my body is a reward not to be given lightly.” Ben responded.

Dylan nodded but moaned longingly.

“I know boi.” Ben ruffled Dylan’s hair.

Ben took his sock and fixed it with a bandana right under Dylan’s nose. The stench was awful. Dylan felt such mixed emotions, not knowing he could be so attracted and so revolted to a smell at the same time. The smell of Ben’s musk was hot, but that much concentration forced into every breath was overwhelming. Not to mention that the smell reignited the taste of his gag that he had at least somewhat gotten used to in the meantime. Both hitting him at once made him simultaneously want to thrust his hips and vomit. Fortunately, he was able to hold off the latter at least as well as the fuck bench prevented the former.

Instead of just a blindfold this time, Ben draped a thick cloth hood over Dylan’s head. He could breathe well enough through it but couldn’t make out any light. “Boi, until that hood comes off, you are just a hole. As my plaything I enjoy watching your reactions even when I don’t respond to them. As a hole, your feelings, desires, reactions are all meaningless. You’re here to take a real man’s dick and that’s it. Understood?”

Dylan grunted affirmatively through his gag and nodded. He couldn’t deny that Ben’s words were sexy as hell, but at the same time Dylan couldn’t help but wonder if he signed up for too much this time.

“Good. That said, even a hole needs to be closed for maintenance sometimes. If you snap your fingers I will stop, and we can assess where we’re at. Snap your fingers once to show you understand.”

Dylan complied.

“Good.” Ben gave Dylan’s butt a few taunting slaps before placing his dick at the entrance to Dylan’s hole. He must have found some lube as it entered easily enough. Ben entered slowly, filling Dylan up. He must have been well endowed as Dylan felt the dick reach further and further.

Ben started slowly, pulling out far enough to hit Dylan’s prostate with his head on each push, but then going past until Ben’s hips pressed against Dylan’s sore butt cheeks. Dylan moaned in pleasure, but even doing so he wondered how much of Ben’s belittling had been an act. Would Ben enjoy hearing him moan or was he truly ignoring everything Dylan did and focusing on his own dick’s pleasure?

After a few warmup thrusts, Ben started picking up speed, thrusting fast and hard into Dylan’s hole. Ben gripped Dylan’s hips, pulling him into the thrusts as much as the bondage allowed. On the inside, Dylan’s prostate still enjoyed the attention, but the speed was intense and a lot to process, let alone that on the outside each thrust ended with a painful smack of Ben’s hips against Dylan’s sore ass. Dylan’s moans shifted from pure pleasure to grunts of his body trying to process the intensity. His body clenched in response.

Dylan wanted to just focus on his prostate but couldn’t ignore the pain or the fact that each breath he took still churned his stomach with Ben’s gym sock tied under his nose. Although remembering the gym sock did make him horny in a theoretical sort of way. While his body wanted fresh air and a cleaned-out mouth, the thought of all his available senses being bombarded by Ben while he was fucked made Dylan hard.

Rather than speed up to completion, Ben slowed down his thrusts. At the end of each drive, he pushed extra hard into Dylan filling him up and tenderizing his poor butt cheeks. Ben continued to cycle through speeds, clearly not wanting to finish quickly. Regardless of the speed he made sure each thrust ended with him pushing into Dylan’s butt cheeks.

Despite the pain and his overwhelming senses, Dylan was rock hard. Every thrust made him feel like he was building on a prostate orgasm that never came. If the fuck bench gave him any opportunity, Dylan would be humping like crazy to get off. Instead, all he had was to focus on his prostate, wishing it could build just a little bit more, but it never did.

Eventually, Ben must have had enough fun drawing it out as his pace quickened. He kept pushing faster and faster. His hands on Dylan’s hips gripping hard enough Dylan would need to check them for bruises later. Until, at last, Ben pushed all in and held gasping as he continued to push as hard as he could into his hole.

Ben held there for a few moments as he caught his breath before pulling out. When he did, he pushed a large metal butt plug into Dylan’s hole to replace his dick and gave Dylan’s ass a few light smacks. Dylan winced at the spanking, but Ben paid him no mind.

Ben must have decided he didn’t want to risk any impropriety this time as Dylan felt his chastity belt being worked back on and locked. Dylan felt Ben handling the butt plug and the ass string of his chastity bet and then heard the clicking sound of a padlock closing. Dylan yet again felt a few more smacks on his ass and grunted in response.

The hood was finally pulled from Dylan’s head. He needed to squint to adjust to the light. As his vision cleared, he saw Ben looking at him affectionately. “You were a good hole. Did you have fun?”

Dylan nodded and grunted enthusiastically. He was still drained physically, but all that stimulation to his prostate woke Dylan right up for the time being.

“Good boi.” Ben chuckled. “That plug will stay locked in until my seed dries in your hole, marking it as mine.” Then Ben freed Dylan from the fuck bench. He had Dylan carry a latex sleepsack as he marched him into the bedroom. Ben pulled back the sheets and had Dylan lay out the sleepsack and lay into it. Dylan enjoyed the tight hug of the sleepsack as he Ben zipped him up, although the pressure on his ass took some getting used to.

Next Ben tightened straps above his elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles to further limit his ability to move through the latex’s stretch. Lastly, Ben untied the sock from Dylan’s nose and stripped the gag. Although the taste of Ben’s sweaty sock still lingered on Dylan’s tongue. Before Dylan could ask for some water Ben ordered, “Do not speak unless spoken to, boi.”

Ben took off his shoes and got into bed behind Dylan, pulling the sheets back up and holding Dylan tight as the big spoon. “I’m going place my hand over your chastity belt, boi. Remember the rule about no humping. I’d hate to have to interrupt our cuddling for a punishment.” Dylan felt the pressure against his groin and fought the urge to push back despite how horny he was.

“Same questions as last time, boi. Did you have fun?”

“Yes Sir. I had a lot of fun. After you fucking me, I almost want to keep going.”

“Oh, so I didn’t wear you out enough, boi?” Dylan could hear Ben’s smirk in his voice.

“I wouldn’t say that, Sir. I don’t think I’ll be able to sit comfortably for a few days, and my legs will definitely be sore tomorrow. If you had stopped after you forced me to squat for who knows how long, I would have been very worn out. I just had some time to recover since then.”

“Good to know, boi. Was there any point I went too far?”

“No Sir. You’re really good at reading my limits. Even when I was nervous about you calling me a hole, you gave me an out.”

“Good boi.” Ben pressed his hand into Dylan’s cage, making him moan. “Did you wish I went harder at any point?”

“No Sir.” Dylan playfully, “My ass will be remembering this for days.” After a second to remember earlier, “Actually Sir, my nipples could use more attention. You massaging them after taking off the clamps was really hot. Maybe a few more rounds of that?”

“Good to know, boi. I’ll see about making you regret saying that.”

“Siiiirrrr.” Dylan whined playfully.

“Yeah, I know, boi.” Ben squeezed Dylan.

Ben asked no more questions and Dylan honored the rule of only speaking when addressed. Dylan felt Ben doze off before he did. His body was still hot wired from the fucking, but eventually Ben’s cozy embrace lulled him to sleep as well.

Dylan woke up to Ben getting out of bed. “I’ve got to get going soon, boi.” Ben rubbed Dylan’s cheek affectionately. Ben left the room and came back with the head harness from the last time.

Ben held up both his athletic socks, one still damp from earlier. “Open up, boi.” Dylan refused and Ben smirked. “Have it your way.” Ben said as he hand gagged Dylan blocking his nostrils as well. When Dylan started squirming for air, Ben still held firm. When Dylan started writhing for air, Ben still held firm. Only once getting his next breath was Dylan’s only primal thought and need, did Ben move from hand gagging him to pinching his nose.

Dylan gaped wide only to feel the two socks shoved in and held in place with Ben’s strong hands. Ben had the head harness secured and padlocked before Dylan even finished catching his breath. Ben hoisted Dylan in his arms carrying him out of the bedroom and into the playroom, setting him down gently on the floor. Although, Dylan’s ass still sparked as it hit the floor.

Ben unbuttoned the collar of the sleepsack, unlaced the strap at Dylan’s elbows, and pulled the zipper down to his chest. “I’m going to lock the playroom door on my way out, boi. I’ll unlock it whenever I get around to it. The keys to the muzzle and the butt plug are on your kitchen counter.”

Dylan mpphed into his gag and tried to wiggle in the sleepsack, but Ben just chuckled, “I’m sure you’ll find a way to get out of that. And if you don’t, I’ll know.” He nodded at one of the cameras. Then Ben smirked, “Although, maybe I’d need to punish you for making me come all the way back here to let you out. How’s your ass feeling, boi?”

Dylan mffed meekly into his gag. Ben pat Dylan’s cheek one last time and left. Dylan could hear the playroom door latch behind Ben. Anxiety and arousal built in roughly equal measure as Dylan assessed his situation. Mindless wriggling wasn’t getting him anywhere. The shoulders of the sleepsack still held firm against Dylan trying to pull his arms out of the sleeves.

Dylan noticed the zipper and that it had some room to go down before it caught on the strap pinning his wrists to his waist. He spread his elbows as far as he could manage in his latex cocoon until he finally heard and felt the zipper going down, loosening his sleepsack. Even with the extra slack, the shoulders of the sleepsack still held his arms down.

Rolling over to try rubbing the front flaps of his sleepsack over his shoulders, Dylan got distracted briefly by grinding his cage into the floor. After a few minutes of failing to get off, Dylan refocused on his task. After some strain, Dylan was able to rub the corner of the sleepsack off his left shoulder. He repeated with the right shoulder much quicker.

Rolling back onto his back, Dylan winced as his butt hit the floor again. Undeterred, he was able to pull his arms out of the internal sleeves and made short work of the rest of freeing his legs. Dylan was now hot and sweaty from the effort in the non-breathable sleepsack.

Dylan was wiping sweat off his forehead when he was startled by Ben’s voice coming from a camera, “That was hot, boi. Watching you struggle so hard for freedom. I guess partial freedom as you still can’t get out of the playroom until I feel like it. Have fun.”

Dylan mpphhed at the camera but heard no further response. It didn’t take long for him to realize he also didn’t have his phone this time either to distract him. He thought of grabbing a vibrator to try edging through his cage, but at this point he was tired, and the arousal was fading.

Instead, he walked into the connected bathroom to take a shower and unwind from the long session. Dylan noticed two cameras preventing any privacy in here either. Dylan sighed into his gag. Not like Ben hadn’t seen him naked most of the day anyway.

There wasn’t any soap or shampoo in the shower. Dylan hadn’t ever thought it’d be useful in a room not designated for him or his guests to sleep in. Oh well Dylan thought as he turned the shower on, only for his weary brain to remember he was wearing a leather muzzle and quickly jump forward.

After some thought on how bad he wanted a shower, he decided he was past the point of caring about optimal care of his toys and just let the water splash off his back and chest, letting whatever water happened to splash up happen. He washed off the sweat from his run, from his perpetual squats, from the sleepsack. The water felt so good against his aching body, although burned slightly against his flaming ass.

When he stepped out of the shower, Dylan realized he also didn’t have any towels in this bathroom. He groaned into his gag. He didn’t even have any cotton clothes to use in the closet. Anything in this room would be latex or spandex, not exactly great at drying off. Dylan just sat on the toilet, wincing, and waited for his body to air dry.

When he was dry, Dylan went back into the main room, pulled out a padded bondage board with d-rings along the side and just laid on it on his side. As he felt himself dozing off, Dylan heard the camera command, “No sleeping with my sock in your mouth, boi. I’m not there to help if you accidentally choke on it.”

Dylan begrudgingly sat up, wincing again, knowing Ben was right. Although he was curious, was Ben occasionally checking in or just watching livestream? After a few minutes of boredom sitting against the wall, Dylan decided to put together some of his playroom equipment he had put off.

He assembled a bondage frame, which seemed like it may become obsolete with all the available wood beams in the ceiling. Next he put together a cage, just long enough for him to lay down in and just tall enough for him to sit up in. As he hand-tightened the bolts that would need a tool later, he recognized the irony of putting together a cage in a room he was already unable to leave.

After Dylan plugged in the cable winch into his bondage/stretching table, he heard the lock on the door click. He checked the door and found that it was unlocked. Wasting no time, he unlocked the muzzle and spit out Ben’s sock. After several hours that thing left such a strong after taste that several cups of water didn’t fully clean his mouth. At least the stomach churning eventually faded.

Next, he took the keys to the padlock on the butt plug and unlocked it from his chastity belt. As he went back to the playroom, he realized the door had closed on its own and locked. Dylan was slightly annoyed at being locked out of his playroom, but that could be a talk for another day. He was ready to relax and wanted the butt plug out. Going to another bathroom he removed the plug with some effort. The tight string of the chastity belt kept getting in the way even when the plug wasn’t locked to it.

When Dylan grabbed his phone, he saw a text from Ben. “Looking forward to next time, boi.”

Dylan responded, “I am too, Sir.” Then he collapsed on his couch, careful to lay on his side, for some TV, snacks, and phone scrolling after a long session.

[Red86]

Started reading this the other day and fully caught up this afternoon. While there's kind of one part of this I'm not overly interested in (that's on me, not you) the rest of the story I'm finding very enjoyable!

I'm not a landlord but I am in a trade that involves repairing stuff at people's homes. Still waiting for the day I stumble on someone's playroom. That would be pretty amusing to say the least. Be even better if the discovery lead to some mutual fun

[blackbound]

Read through this entire story in one go as I'm recovering from surgery. That went from 0 to 100 at record speed!

Love the dynamic between the two. Both know what they want, but only one gets it when and how they like.

Looking forward to more!

[harveygasson]

Amazing new part!

[Bound Down]

@Red86 I have my fingers crossed for you. Although I definitely keep all of my stuff much better hidden than Dylan

Thanks @blackbound and @harveygasson! I'm glad you're liking the story so far.



Chapter 6

After their second day together, Dylan didn’t have to wait long for a text from Ben, “How’s your butt, boi?”

“Still a little tender Sir, but I can sit down without wincing now.”

“And your legs?”

“They are still sore, Sir. It hurts to walk.”

“Good boi. Do you have any plans tonight?”

“No, Sir.” Dylan texted back, eager for another session.

“Good boi. When you’re wrapped up for the day, go into your playroom. In the drawer with padlocks you’ll find a few smart locks. Tie yourself up however you want using those, and I’ll decide when you get out.”

“Are you not coming over then, Sir?” Dylan felt a little disappointed. He liked bondage and routinely tied himself up but was hoping Ben might be making a visit.

“boi, your role is to be available to my desires. My role is to keep you in your place. I’m not coming over tonight, but I want a good show to distract myself, so you’re going to strip and tie yourself up where I can watch.”

“Yes, Sir. Should I add anything to the bondage for your show?”

“Good boi. Now you’re thinking like a good little bitch. I’ll leave that up to you, but if I’m bored with your choices, I may leave you tied longer.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dylan answered as he stripped and went into his playroom to start planning his self-bondage. When the door closed behind him, Dylan heard the click of a lock. Checking the door, he found he was stuck in his playroom again. Dylan was momentarily distracted playing with his chastity belt as his dick tried to get hard, although he was nowhere near release.

Dylan locked leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles with regular padlocks. Next, he attached a metal prostate milking tool to a dildo holder so that it would stay in place on his bondage table. Dylan used the smart padlocks to lock his legs to the table. Before locking his wrists, Dylan slid the prostate massager into his hole until it was positioned just right and then put on the same hood Ben had used when he fucked him. Finally, Dylan locked his wrists to either side of the table above his head with the smart padlocks. The table was only roughly 2 and a half feet wide. He wasn’t exactly pulled into an X, but his fingers and toes also couldn’t reach each other.

Dylan felt himself try and fail to grow in his chastity belt. Unable to do anything in that direction, Dylan preoccupied himself with the prostate plug. While he didn’t exactly have slack in his stretched-out position, Dylan did have just enough mobility in his hips to buck against the prostate massager.

Dylan continually gyrated and humped his hips, pressing the massagers as hard as he could against his prostate. Having done this before, Dylan knew it would only be enough to make him desperate to cum not enough to give him a prostate orgasm. Dylan grinded his hips harder and harder feeling closer and closer to an orgasm until he had to catch his breath. Panting he wondered if Ben was watching right now or just checking in occasionally.

Dylan started again, working himself harder and harder towards an orgasm that wouldn’t come. He could feel the sweat starting to drip down him. He would need to rinse out his cage thoroughly too. He could only imagine how much precum was dripping though the penis tube. As his grunts turned to pants, Dylan realized he was going to need a break soon, but he kept pushing trying to just get that last little bit. Dylan relaxed back onto the table with a grunt of frustration. He felt so close, building deep down but just could get over the edge.

Ben’s voice spoke from one of the camera’s, “Sexy choice, boi. Do you think you could cum like that?”

“Not on my own, Sir. I can’t get enough leverage in this position.”

“That’s hot. Well, you seem to be having fun. You can get back to it, boi. I’ll let you out once you cum.”

Dylan moaned, but the threat turned him on, and he wanted to try to use it maybe get off this time. He pounded his prostate into the toy with renewed vigor and quickly got to the edge. He felt himself building and building, but he just couldn’t get past it. It felt like no matter how much he worked the metal ball in his ass, he would only ever be stuck feeling like he was building towards an orgasm. After a few minutes of pounding, Dylan gave in again to catch his breath.

On the positive side, even though he felt frustrated in every way at the end of each prostate pounding, Dylan also gained renewed energy from his arousal. He managed to go through circuit after circuit for what must have been at least an hour, though Dylan stopped counting after 13 rounds.

After one particularly frustrating round Dylan spoke out to the room, hoping Ben was watching, “Can I be let out now, Sir?” Dylan received no response. After catching his breath, Dylan resumed his circuits of edging himself to no relief.

After a few more rounds, Dylan decided he’d had enough, and he would just lay there until Ben finally decided to let him out. Unfortunately for Dylan, he had placed the prostate massager perfectly so that any adjustment he made in his bondage pushed it against his prostate. Even taking a particularly deep breath pushed his horny button so to speak.

After a few minutes of the unplanned teasing, Dylan found himself grinding his but into the massager all over again. Dylan repeated his circuits, taking himself to the edge and riding it as long as he could before finally giving in. Always with an exasperated grunt, exhale, or expletive. It was only when his muscles were aching, and he was mentally drained that he finally stopped grinding. The bulb in his ass still taunted him, but with the new wave of sleepiness overcoming him, he felt he could ignore it better than before.

Right as Dylan verged on sleep, he heard the locks holding him to the table click. It took him a moment to move. His limbs were sore from the stretched-out position. Let alone the constant strain and jostling from his hip activities. Eventually he gingerly recovered and took off the hood and his cuffs, putting everything away.

He glowered at the prostate massager as he shoved it in the drawer. He could normally get a prostate orgasm with his hands free but at this point he was probably too spent to manage, and he wasn’t about to give the little tyrant any more power over him. Dylan also didn’t know Ben’s policy on prostate orgasms while caged either.

He found the door to the playroom still locked. “Come on, please.” Dylan whined to himself as he tried to pull against the bolt. He was tired and just wanted to sleep, but the solid wood door was not going anywhere.

To pass the time, Dylan took a shower cleaning off all the residue from the session. The hot water felt nice and this time he did have the appropriate toiletries to thoroughly clean and dry off. Once again, he found the door locked.

Frustrated, Dylan knocked against the walls wondering how solid they really were. If it came down to it, could he break through? The knocks all his something solid, brick or concrete, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t breaking through. Maybe the wood door? It would be his best bet if it came down to it. It was very solid, but Dylan had plenty of metal rods from his various bondage furniture he could use to whack at the wood. Not an effective axe, but something. The window wasn’t an option. The antitheft bars along it kept him in as much as they kept anyone out.

Ben spoke through one of the cameras, startling Dylan out of musings. “That was really hot, boi. I loved watching your body writhe so hard to get the pleasure you just couldn’t achieve. I even saved some videos for later.”

Dylan started to protest, but Ben cut him off, “boi, you said I could put cameras in here. What did you think would happen? Relax I won’t share them with anyone without your permission. Speaking of you should check your phone when you get out. I think you’ll like the cuts I sent.”

“When can I get out, Sir?” Dylan asked, not hiding his exasperation.

“That’s up to you, boi. It’s currently 8 PM. You can either stay in there until I wake up at around 8 PM to let you out, although I am my own boss and prone to sleeping in. . . Or you can lock yourself in your cage with one of the smart padlocks and I will set a time for both the cage and the door to unlock at 6 AM.”

Dylan moaned. He could get ready in time if he got out at 8, but didn’t want to risk being late to work over Ben sleeping in, but 10 hours in the cage was a long time even if he’d be sleeping for most of it. The cage was long enough for him to lay down, so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. “Can I bring anything in the cage as a blanket or pillow, Sir?”

“Aww it’s cute when you try to negotiate, boi. Yes, you can bring a towel for your pillow and your leather sleepsack for a blanket. But for trying to negotiate, I’ll now set the time to the cage and room for 7AM and I’ll stay up an extra hour tonight if you decide not to go into the cage.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dylan grumbled.

“boi, I don’t like your tone. Do you want to make it even longer?” Ben’s words were harsh, but his tone was playful. Not that Dylan doubted if he’d follow through.

“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” Dylan corrected his tone meekly.

“Good boi. Now, get to it. If you’re choosing the cage, I expect you in it within 5 minutes.”

Dylan quickly went to the bathroom one more time, taking a towel on the way out and grabbed his leather sleepsack, putting both in the cage before him. Dylan turned off the lights and grabbed a smart padlock. He crawled into the cage and locked the cage behind him, snapping the padlock shut with his wrists through the bars.

“Good boi. You look so cute in your little cage. You may need to sleep in there more often.” Dylan rolled his eyes, wondering if Ben could see him in the dark. “Just confirming I set the locks to open at 7:30 AM.”

“Sir you said 7 AM.” Dylan whined.

“You’re right. You’re right. This app is crap. Oh, now it’s saying 8 AM. Do you want me to try to fix it again?”

“No, Sir.” Dylan answered trying not to sound like he was grumbling.

“Ok suit yourself. Sweet dreams, boi.”

“Good night, Sir.” Dylan responded, resting his head on his pillow and curling into his leather sleepsack. It wasn’t anywhere near as comfortable as his bed, but the padded board he was laying on wasn’t the worst either. Dylan quickly fell asleep despite his dick futilely trying to get hard in response to Ben so casually and playfully punishing him. Ben was in charge, and he knew it.

Dylan woke up surprisingly refreshed. The muscles in his hips ached from his activities the night before, but otherwise he didn’t notice any soreness to indicate he’d slept in a cage instead of his bed.

Unfortunately for him, he had gone to sleep at 8 PM shortly after Ben forced him in the cage. Even if he had slept in, as he expected he had, there’s no way he had slept the full 12 hours to the point where he would be freed. Feeling the padlock, Dylan confirmed he was not free yet. The heavy duty black out blinds he had for privacy also didn’t give him any hints at the time.

Dylan thought about getting a clock in here. On the other hand, not knowing the time was hot. And having a room with no electronic chargers or other lights seeping in was pretty hot from a sensory deprivation perspective.

Instead, he laid back down, wrapping the sleepsack around him and daydreamed about what he’d done with Ben so far and what they could do next. Dreaming on all the fantasies that his hot landlord seemed hell bent on helping him fulfill. Eventually, the locks clicked open, and Dylan was able to get to work on time. Although he found it hard to focus, even harder than it usually was when he wore chastity belts.

[Bound Down]

Hi all. Here's a bonus chapter to give their relationship some development outside of bondage. I'll summarize any bondage relevant details at the top of the next chapter if you want to skip it.

Chapter 7

During lunch the next day, Dylan got another text from Ben, “Are you free Friday night, boi?”

Not eager to spend another night in alone in a cage, Dylan hesitated before responding, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good boi. When you get home Friday, stay in your dress shirt and slacks, but put in your Bluetooth prostate massager and handcuff yourself to a wooden beam.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dylan replied. Getting no further instructions from Ben. At least he knew he would get at least some facetime with Ben if no Bluetooth locks were involved.



Dylan eagerly rushed home after work on Friday for the anticipated session with Ben. Texting him that he’d gotten home and would be handcuffed in less than 5 minutes.

Ben texted back, “Good boi. Text me the control link to the prostate plug.” Dylan complied without texting further.

The playroom was unlocked and Dylan grabbed what he needed, propping the door open and quickly getting out before he found himself locked in there again. Fortunately, his hole had a few days to recover from his evening on the bondage table. Dylan wasn’t sure he could have willingly plugged himself the day after he rubbed his prostate raw. As it was, now instead of pain, he felt perhaps an extra sensitivity down there.

Dylan handcuffed himself to the beam in the living room so that Ben would see him immediately when he entered. Shortly after being handcuffed, Dylan felt the prostate massager kick on. It had a nub that circled his prostate while it vibrated. Dylan was already horny with anticipation before it turned on, but now he was desperate to see Ben.

Ben didn’t make him wait long this time. Letting himself into Dylan’s apartment only a few minutes later. He was similarly dressed in an olive dress shirt with the sleeves rolled part way up his forearms, as well as khaki slacks and brown shoes.

“Look at you, so eager to be played with. Oh well, that’s not the plan for tonight.” Ben said turning off the plug and unlocking the handcuffs.

“What do you mean, Sir?” Dylan asked, just standing there as Ben casually slid the handcuffs in his back pocket.

“We’re going on date.” Ben announced.

“What?” Dylan asked confused. He’d love to try out more of a relationship with Ben, but the handcuffs and prostate plug had him in a completely different mindset.

“Dinner, wine, conversation? Are you dense, bro? I knew you didn’t always obey commands, but I thought it was because you were a brat. Now I’m wondering if I should just speak slower when giving them to you.” Ben taunted as he ruffled Dylan’s hair, but this time putting it back into place afterwards.

“I’m not dense.” Dylan retorted indignantly. “I’m just not usually ordered to plug and cuff myself before them.”

“Yeah, we started a little backwards than usual with me stumbling upon your stash. And you were just so cute bro, I couldn’t help taking you like the little bitch you are. . .” Ben paused, and Dylan did not fill the silence. “But I normally like to go on a couple dates to get to know a sub before playing with them and get to know them at least a little outside of the bedroom. That’s not a problem, is it bro?”

Dylan forgot how casual Ben was when he wasn’t taking control. “No, Sir. A date sounds nice.”

“Good boi. But until we get back here, pretend it’s just a first date. No calling me Sir and I won’t call you boi.”

“Yes Ssssss Ben.” Dylan corrected his automatic response.

“Ha. I’m used to punishing bois for not addressing me as Sir. You may be the first I get to punish the other way around.” Ben joked as he draped one of his strong arms around Dylan ushering him towards the door.

“Where are we going?”

“I got reservations at a local steakhouse.” Ben answered. Instead of walking out the lobby, Ben led them to the garage, where he held open the passenger door for Dylan before getting in himself.

“Tonight’s on me of course. Get whatever you want.”

“Thanks Ben.” Dylan replied gratefully.

“Of course, man. Tonight, I’m going to make you feel like a prince. . . so that when I show you what a little bitch you are you have all the farther to fall.”

“Thanks, I guess.” Dylan responded more sarcastically this time. When they got to the steakhouse, Dylan realized this wasn’t just a steakhouse, but the top steakhouse in the city. Was Ben trying to impress him or was this just where someone that owned a building felt like eating out?

“Hold tight for a second.” Ben said as he got out of the car and gave his keys to a valet. When he walked back to the car, he opened the car door for Dylan.

“Thank you, kind Sir.” Dylan joked.

Ben gave Dylan a hug after he got out of the car. Leaning in he whispered, “That’s one already boi. How many slip ups am I going to have to punish you for?” Ending the hug, Dylan saw a smirk on Ben’s face showing how much he loved to control the situation.

“We’ll have to see. The night is young.” Dylan retorted playfully as they entered the restaurant.

When they entered, they were quickly seated in a private room with a closed door. Ben had to be showing off his wealth at this point. Dylan was well off enough with a stable career, but renting a room here would have definitely put him back.

As they were browsing the menu, Ben asked, “So what do you do for a living? Gotta be something nice to afford all that bondage equipment.”

Dylan was startled for him to speak so casually about kink. Looking around he saw the room was empty, “I work as a software engineer. I do pretty well for a young professional, although I guess you know that from my background check.”

“Nah. I don’t look at background checks or applications unless something is flagged. You passed and that’s what mattered. Beyond that is your private business. Private anyways until you try to use a sleepsack as a curtain for your electric panel.” Ben quipped.

“Okay” Dylan said with mock defensiveness, “I thought it really brought out the gray in the panel. You should have seen how gloomy the closet looked before.”

“Hah you’re a funny man. Well maybe, boi, but still funny.” Ben corrected.

“So, what do you do? Anything other than own the building?” Dylan asked.

“Well, may old man owns a few dozen mid and high rise buildings in this and a couple other cities. He’s transferred a couple to me so that I can see the day to day of the business, before I take over with the higher scale stuff when he retires.”

“Oh, so you’re rich, rich.” Dylan joked.

“My dad is rich, rich. Nothing is final until it happens. Plenty of businessmen’s children are disinherited for being useless in the industry.” Ben corrected neutrally.

The waiter came in to take their orders. When Dylan tried to order a reasonably priced salad, Ben asked, “Sorry, do you not like steak? I should have checked first.”

“No I do, it’s just. . .”

Ben asked the waiter to bring two orders of one of the most expensive cuts, a bottle of wine, and “the salad in case that’s what he really wants tonight.” He turned back to Dylan smirking.

When the waiter left, Ben joked, “Ordering so small bro, right after joking about me being so rich?”

“It’s just a lot and a range I’m not used to. I didn’t want to overextend my welcome.”

“Oh boi. You should learn to take the offers I give you in and out of the bedroom. Maybe they are a trap, but nothing a little punishment can’t fix.” Ben quipped lightening the tone.

“You’re breaking the no title rule much more than me, Sir.” Dylan joked.

“And that’s two punishments for you.” Dylan cheered like he was announcing a touchdown. “And I’m in charge, so very few rules apply to me anyway.”

“So how do you fill your day? Other than gagging your noisiest tenant?” Dylan asked.

“Brattiest tenant.” Ben corrected. “I have several noisier tenants. And for work, I answer most maintenance requests. I’m a licensed electrician and plumber, so I can handle almost anything but hvac. Occasionally too many things break at once and I have to call in other handy men, but mostly just me. I list empty units, review applications, do inspections on departures. The front desk staff are able to answer most questions, but occasionally a few get to me. I also review the finances, making sure income is outpacing expenses, but once that gets set up once for a building it’s pretty easy to keep it going.”

“What’s the dumbest maintenance request you’ve gotten?”

“Well, there was one man whose daughter set up his old home with all the smart appliances. When he moved to the new unit, his daughter was smart enough to make sure he packed everything with him but hadn’t installed any of it yet. He called the front desk saying none of his lights were working.

When I got there and found the light switches working, he was stunned saying that no one uses light switches anymore. I asked him what he did to turn on the lights and he just announced to the room, ‘Siri, turn on the kitchen lights.’”

Dylan laughed, but chimed in, “You think you’d be more sympathetic to a man used to his commands being obeyed.”

“Ha good one. I had a light afternoon, so I actually set up all the smart switches for him, if you consider that sympathetic enough. Although I did it because, I figured his daughter had enough on her plate.”

“That was sweet of you. Although I don’t think my move in came with any free installs.”
Ben looked at Dylan sideways, “Are you forgetting a certain fuckbench?”

Dylan brushed it off, “That doesn’t count. You used it too. . . and hopefully will again.”

“Point made.” Ben conceded lightly.

The wine was brought to the table. After the waiters had left and Dylan was taking a sip he was startled enough to spill a few drops of wine on his shirt. The prostate massager started rubbing his prostate again.

Dylan looked up to see Ben smirking, “So messy can’t take you anywhere.”

“That mess is yours. You bumped into me.” Dylan argued playfully.

“I didn’t touch you.” Ben threw back. “Don’t make any other messes.” Ben glanced down at Dylan’s lap, “I like eating here and don’t want to be banned.”

“You could always turn it off to make sure that didn’t happen.”

Ben smiled, “Man, that’s no fun. Don’t you like a challenge?”

Their food was brought out shortly after and Dylan handled the changing intensities of the plug much better than its initial start. In truth he would likely have to be tied down and extremely horny to get a prostate orgasm from the plug. Not that Ben didn’t turn him on, it just wasn’t enough stimulation on its own.

Dylan as expected went for the steak and left the salad “for later.” The food was delicious. He liked steak but always thought steakhouses like this were all hype, but it was amazing.

“Like it?” Ben asked earnestly.

“Yeah, it’s delicious. Thank you.”

“Yeah, this is my favorite steakhouse. I’ve been to others in the city and around, but this one tops them all.”

“Do you travel often?”

“I go on a few trips a year. I’m not one of the rich kids that are on planes every week. I like travelling, but I also appreciate being home and having friends and acquaintances in an area that I see regularly. What about you? Have much of a travel bug yourself?”

“I’m probably similar. I have a few friends that ask me on a few trips a year, but I’m never the one to start the planning. I just sign on when asked and plan the days I’m asked.” Dylan answered.

“What’s the favorite place you’ve been?”

“There’s a few castles in Europe that let you generally browse yourself. I really enjoyed seeing the dungeons and imagining. . . Otherwise wherever is warm and has good food.

“Ever get locked in one of those dungeons?” Ben asked with a smirk.

“Ha no. I doubt those locks would even work still. Besides my dungeon is pretty inescapable itself.”

“Pretty? boi, even the internal walls in the building are concrete. You’re not breaking through that without industrial tools. You’re on the third floor and couldn’t use the window even if there weren’t security bars.”

“But the door is wooden.” Dylan answered lightly.

“Bro, you better not bust up my doors. Those are over a hundred years old and still in good condition.”

“I don’t plan too. I’m just saying if it came to it, the room is escapable, especially compared to a real-life dungeon where the door would be several inches thick, or metal and I wouldn’t have plenty of metal rods to whack at it with.”

“We may need to fix that.” Ben grumbled to himself.

“Do you have any hobbies?” Dylan asked, trying to change the subject.

“I go to the gym a lot. I like lifting and swimming. I’ve got a few mates that go as a group, so it stays interesting. I watch soccer and occasionally other sports with some friends. I guess I read. Nothing too exciting.”

“I think tying up your tenants is pretty exciting.” Dylan quipped.

“Funny.” Ben’s eyes rolled. “What do you do for fun other than let strangers tie you up with no precautions?”

“I go to the gym some. I run more. I go to the bars with friends and make a fool of myself dancing.”

“Weird you specify that you make of fool of yourself dancing, as if you don’t do the same in all your endeavors.” Ben joked.

“Hurtful!” Dylan said with mock sadness.

The waiter came back with two slices of flourless chocolate cake as the restaurant’s dessert this evening. They both enjoyed the cake, but Dylan seemed to notice the plug ramming his prostate harder and faster as they ate the dessert.

When they finished Ben asked, “Are you ready? They have my billing information, so we don’t need to wait for a bill.”

“Yeah.” Dylan stood up realizing he was a little more buzzed from the wine than he thought. As he tried to walk, the constant attention to his prostate became even more distracting, adding an extra flare to his steps that probably made him look even more drunk.

When Ben opened the car door for Dylan to get in, he again purposefully broke the rule saying, “Thank you good Sir. So kind of you.”

Ben laughed, “and that’s three, someone’s eager for some punishment.”

“I figured we could end on a nice lucky number.”

“You could go to seven,” Ben quipped back.

“I don’t think I’m brave enough for that.” Dylan joked and Ben laughed. Dylan was hoping to receive at least one of the punishments tonight considering how horny the prostate plug was making him on the ride home.

When they got back to Dylan’s apartment, Dylan started pulling out his keys. Before Dylan could unlock the door, Ben turned him around and kissed him, holding the back of Dylan’s head pulling him into it. Dylan felt sparks at the sudden rush of intimacy. When Ben finally let him go, he was wordless.

“Tonight was wonderful. I really liked getting to know you better.” Ben said earnestly dropping any frat or dom demeanor.

“I. . . had a lot of fun too.” Dylan replied, still recovering his brain from wherever it shot off to during the kiss.

“Have a good night.” Ben said as he turned to walk back to the elevator.

“Wait. Did you want to come in?” Dylan called out frantically.

Ben smirked, dropping his earnest demeanor, “You think I’d just sleep with someone after a first date. I have standards.”

“Oh okay.” Dylan said not wanting to push the subject. “Have a good night.”

Ben leaned in and spoke into Dylan’s ear, “Now if you did want to play tomorrow, you could lock yourself in your cage naked tonight. Use a regular padlock, so I have to come here in person to let you out. And leave the lights on so I can watch you better, use a blindfold if you need some dark to sleep.”

“Yes Sir.” Dylan answered. “It is Sir again, right?”

“Yes boi, it’s Sir again.” Ben answered. As he left, he said, “Remember to bring some water with you. You’ll need some hydration.”

Dylan eagerly complied, getting ready for bed, or the cage. He brought a towel, the sleepsack, a water bottle and a blindfold into the cage before he locked it. He had left the prostate plug still in, as it was still running and Dylan wasn’t about to earn a fourth punishment for taking it out if he wasn’t allowed. He figured it would run out of batteries soon enough having been on for a few hours now.

In reality, the plug ran for another half hour making him desperately horny, but not quite enough to orgasm before it finally gave in and allowed him some rest. As Dylan went to sleep, instead of dreaming of bondage and punishments he only dreamt of their kiss.

[Red86]

Really enjoying the way Ben has taken over whole playroom and gear to where Dylan can't even use it whenever he wants. Kind of a different take on the whole controlling/Domination aspect with the full use of electronic/smart locks. So far these two seem to be really enjoying each others company. Even at a distance sometimes

@Red86 I have my fingers crossed for you. Although I definitely keep all of my stuff much better hidden than Dylan

It would definitely be amusing if it did happen. But likewise, I keep my stuff stored away from normal peoples eyes. Probably should leave a thing or two out on occasions to see if I get any comments