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International Festival of Captive Men (M+/M+)

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International Festival of Captive Men (M+/M+)

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Chapter 1

There's nothing better than coming home after a long, tiring week of work to find your boyfriend waiting for you. It was the weekend, and I was looking forward to a lot of rest and enjoyment. I opened the front door, and with a smile, I said loudly,

"I'm home, my love!"

Bardiya called out from the kitchen, "Abtin, darling, I'm here... I'm making dinner."

I smelled the food and felt hungry. I was sure Bardiya had cooked a delicious meal. I walked into the kitchen, leaned against the counter, and said, "So, we're having a delicious dinner tonight."

Bardiya smiled and said, "Guess what I made for dinner."

"Steak? A burger?"

"Wrong guess! I made Ghormeh Sabzi."

"Oh my God, I love it."

Bardiya smiled. He was wearing gray pants and a form-fitting navy t-shirt that clearly showed his six-pack. Our relationship had been going for three years, and two months ago, we decided to live together in my house. He was 30 years old, three years younger than me. He was tall, about 190 cm, with black hair, a black stubble, and a smile that could make my heart tremble...

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Bardiya


He and I were close friends in high school, and that friendship continued for years. But after a while, we fell in love and started a relationship. This was the best thing that ever happened in my life.

I kissed Bardiya's cheek and left the kitchen to go to our room to change my clothes. I took off my shirt and put on a gray t-shirt. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Like Bardiya, I had relatively long black hair and a black stubble.

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After dinner, Bardiya and I sat on the couch to watch my favorite show. I hugged him and turned on the TV. The singing talent show would start in a few minutes, and Bardiya and I loved that show and watched it every night.

The show's teaser aired, and the program began. The host was a man named Ziya, a handsome man in his early thirties.

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He would always smile at the camera at the beginning of the show and shout, "(Welcome to another singing talent competition!)" and after that, the dancers would come onto the stage and dance.

But tonight, it wasn't like that.
Zia was on stage, tied up and gagged. His wrists and arms were tied behind his back with rope. His ankles, thighs, and calves were also tied with ropes, and his ankles were connected to his wrists.

There was a red ball gag in his mouth, which prevented him from speaking and caused saliva to drip onto his expensive suit. Zia struggled on the ground, groaning:

"Mmmmpppphhh mmmpptpptpppph mmmm mmmmppphhh"

Bardiya looked at the TV screen, then at me, and with wide eyes, he asked, "Oh my God! What's going on with this show? It was supposed to be a singing competition, but it looks like a BDSM show! Look at that poor host; he's completely helpless..."

I shook my head and said, "I don't know, darling, but we'll find out why they've captured him now."

At that moment, the dancers came onto the stage and danced around Zia, who was still struggling. Then, the male dancers went to Zia, untied his ropes, removed the ball gag from his mouth, and helped him stand up.

Zia smiled and wiped the saliva from his beard. He held the microphone to his mouth and said, "Welcome to the singing talent show!"

The sound of cheering and screaming from the audience filled the air. Then Zia started talking again:

"We thank tonight's program sponsor for tying me up and gagging me! I have to say I was really worried about my saliva dripping on the microphone."

He smirked and continued his speech:

"Our sponsor for tonight's program is the International Festival of Captured Men! A festival that is being held for the first time this year!"

Then a promotional teaser was shown.
The flags of all the countries in the world were shown for a few seconds, and then, as pictures of men tied up and gagged in various positions were displayed, a man's voice was heard saying:

"The International Festival of Captured Men is being held for the first time this year. In this festival, three men from each country will be tied up and gagged and will compete with men from other countries. The country with the hottest tied and gagged man, as voted by you, will win a ship plus 10 kilograms of gold!" The sound of cheering was heard, and the man continued, "You can participate in this festival and buy the necessary equipment for captivity from the stores or even buy a captured man! Learn various knots and have thousands of other unique experiences at this festival... To buy tickets, visit our festival website." The teaser ended, and the singing talent show began.

Bardiya shouted excitedly, "Oh my God, this is amazing! We have to go to this festival."

I smiled and said, "Are you sure, darling? We could just sit here and watch a series or read a book...mmmppphhh"

Bardiya put his hand over my mouth and said, "I'm sure we'll have a great time, so please don't object, and book two tickets right now."

He took his hand off my mouth, and I smiled and agreed. I went to the website the man had mentioned and booked tickets for two days later, which was the festival's opening day. The festival was in another city and far away from us, so I had to book a room at a hotel recommended on the same site, which offered a discount for those attending the festival.

Bardiya smiled excitedly and said, "This will be the best weekend ever!"

To be continued...
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Nice start
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Great start, mate! A story with a really original premise, can't wait to see more of this!
Yes, it's me in the picture. What are you waiting for to tie me up and gag me?
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Tsuhaya wrote: 1 week ago Great start, mate! A story with a really original premise, can't wait to see more of this!
I'm glad you liked my story.
This story is going to be very different...
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Chapter 2

I opened the trunk of my black SUV and put three suitcases inside. Three suitcases full of clothes! I raised my eyebrow and asked Bardiya:
"Do we really need all these clothes? We're only going to be there for a few days."

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Bardiya, who was wearing a black shirt and white pants, smiled at me and said:
"It's a global festival! Full of celebrities... maybe even Justin Bieber or Shawn Mendes will be there! And we're going to look really handsome in front of them, dear."
I smirked and said:
"I don't think Justin Bieber or Shawn Mendes would want to come to a festival to get tied up and gagged."
Bardiya, who was getting frustrated, said:
"We don't know! This festival is being held for the first time and, dear, please don't be so bad-tempered, otherwise, before we even get to the festival, I'll tie your hands and feet, gag you, and throw you in the trunk of the car. Got it?"
He then got in the car and slammed the door shut. I was a little stressed! I had never experienced being tied up or gagged before. Even Bardiya and I had never experienced a BDSM-themed life! Attending such a festival was strange and a little unnerving for me.
I get in the car and start driving towards the festival.

We've been driving for four hours. We left the city and got on the highway, and after several hours, we arrived at the festival. This festival is bigger than I thought! There is very heavy traffic at the parking entrance, and thousands of cars are in line to get in. Bardiya looks around in surprise and says:
"This place is like the Coachella festival! It's really big and magnificent."
I look around and say:
"I can't believe so many people in the world are interested in tied-up and gagged men!"
The weather is hot, so I roll down the car window a little. A boy with light blue hair and a white t-shirt with a picture of Chris Evans with his mouth taped shut puts his head in the window and says:
"Hello! Welcome to the Global Festival of Captive Men! Remember to visit the festival stalls."
He hands us a promotional magazine and goes to the next car. Bardiya takes the magazine and starts reading it:
"Well, it says here that this festival covers 130,000 square meters. My God! The red tents on the left side of the festival are a place for new experiences like being tied up and gagged, or even tying up and gagging a man... workshops on different types of knots... a showcase of the latest tie-ups and gags from actors around the world... and lots of other free activities!"
He smiles and continues reading:
"There are about four hundred shops on the right side of the festival where you can find all kinds of tape, all kinds of ropes, all kinds of BDSM gear, jars full of freshly milked men's sperm, and even a tied and gagged man!! "
I say in surprise:
"My God! It's both exciting and a little scary!"
Bardiya continues reading the catalog:
"The big blue stage in the middle of the festival is where the country competition takes place; it's the main venue for the ceremony. We can participate in the country voting by scanning a barcode and choose the best gagged captive man."
I laugh and say:
"I'm pretty sure America will win right now! They just have to tie up and gag Henry Cavill..."
Bardiya continues excitedly:
"The golden buildings at the end of the festival are the VIP buildings, where you can buy golden tickets to tie up and gag famous celebrities!!"
Finally, the line ends, and we enter the parking lot. It's a huge parking lot with thousands of cars. After we park, we get out and walk toward the festival entrance. A cheerful summer song is playing. The weather is very hot, and the sun is high in the sky. It's so, so crowded and full of people here!
A sign with a barcode on it is every few meters. I scan the barcode with my phone and say to Bardiya:
"Okay, tonight at 9 PM is the first competition between Italy and Germany. It's 3 PM now, and until then, we can visit the red tents, which are all free."
"I love free stuff!"
Just then, several people wheeled large cages toward the area where the shops were. Inside the cages were two tall, muscular men whose wrists were tied behind their backs with ropes, their ankles were tightly bound, and they had red ball gags in their mouths. However, the two men looked completely content and didn't seem upset at all about being captive. Two signs were attached to the cages that read: "For Sale." I look at this scene in surprise.

Bardiya grabs my hand and says excitedly:
"Let's go to the red tents!"
He pulls me along, and together we head toward the red tents.
To be continued...
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