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Standard disclaimer: If you're under 18 or if male/male b/d & s/m isn't your
cup of tea, bail out now.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing this kind of story. If it
receives positive feedback I may be inclined to write more
escapades into the realm of my adventures with Mike. There is
a "Mike" I knew in college, however all of the events
described below are fictitious, although it would have been
fantastic if they really had happened.
Warning: This story contains acts of unprotected sex. The author does not
condone such acts in today's world of STDs and AIDS. Nevertheless,
I hope you enjoy the following story.
Tough Love
Mike was my roommate for two years in college, however I had known him since we were freshmen. From the first moment I saw him at the freshman orientation sessions I knew I had to get to know him. God, he was georgous to look at. Standing just over 6 feet tall, his swimmer's build combined with a mop of curly black hair, pouting full lips, and the most vibrant hazel green eyes I had ever seen made him irresistable. To make a long story redundant, I introduced myself and we soon became fast friends. For two years I lusted after him. How many times had I longed to hold him close to me and tell him my true feelings.
During our junior year, I came one step closer to having him. We decided to find an apartment together. Right from the start, I realized I'd made a terrible mistake. Now, being so close to him, being under the same roof with him, I found it almost impossible to resist his boyish charms. How many times had I sneaked a peek at him while he prepared to take a shower? Those breif glimpes revealed a young man whose body was well toned from years of cross country bike riding and weight training. His ass, two hairless plump mounds of muscle, was a true "bubble butt". His sinewy arms and legs moved with such grace. I had to have him. That's when I conceived my plan.
We lived together again our senior year in the same apartment. But, unknown to Mike, I had rented another one room apartment on the top floor of another nearby building. I was able to afford this as my grandmother had left a sizeable amount of money to me after she died when I was in highschool. Now that I was over 21, I was able to draw on that money. So, I set about turning my one room apartment into my personal playroom. I bought padding (wrestling mats to be exact) and covered the walls and floor of the main room with them. I also installed eyebolts at key places in the floor and ceiling. In addition, I bought numerous devices of pain and pleasure from several adult bookstores not far from campus. Now I had everything I needed, almost. The last piece of equiptment I needed I was going to have to make myself. Now, I was an electrical engineering major and so I set about constructing a "little black box". By the time I was finished, It had numerous leads and a variable resistor for each lead. But, the crowning glory of the device was an automated pulse circuit with a timing mechanism.
Now all I had to do was wait for the right time. That time came at the end of the first semester our senior year. It had been a difficult semester for both of us. Mike had no idea how difficuld it had been for me. We both went out to celebrate the end of finals. It was a Friday and neither of us had plans to return home for the Christmas break until the following Tuesday.
We both drank heavily, however I curbed my intake around 11 PM while Mike kept drinking (with a little prodding from me). The wheels had been set in motion and everything was falling into place. As the night wore on, Mike got more and more drunk. When the bars finally were closing, I had to support him as we walked towards the apartment, MY apartment. When we got to the building we climbed the stairs to the top floor. Our apartment together was also on the top floor of our building and Mike was so out of sorts that he didn't notice it wasn't the same building. When we got to the door, I fumbled for the key. While I did this, I had to take my arm from around Mike so I could unlock the door. Without my support, he started to slump against me. Before he could fall to the ground, he lached on to me with both his arms around my neck. His face was now only inches from the side of mine.
"Hang in there Mike, we're almost home," I said.
"Kev," whispered Mike to my ear, "you're so good to me. Thanks."
At this point he tightened his grip around my neck and drew himself up closer to me. He embraced me warmly and I just rocked back and forth with him for a few minutes. God, I was longing for him now. I gently broke the hug and inserted the key into the lock. I pushed the door open and gingerly helped Mike to a couch near the door. All the lights were off and it was dark so, combined with the effects of the alcohol, he had no idea where he really was. I was so close to realizing my dreams of the past three and a half years.
"Let the games begin!" I thought.
Within a few minutes, Mike had passed out and lay unconscious on the sofa. I worked quickly, lest he should wake before he, and I, were prepared. I started by removing his shoes and socks. My hands were trembling. I couldn't believe this was happening. I paused for a second to collect myself and then continued.
Next I undid his belt and zipper on his jeans. Being careful so as not to rouse him from his slumber, I carefully slid his jeans down his body, revealing those toned and powerful legs that tempted me so. Having now removed his pants (but not his BVDs yet) I turned my attention to his sweatshirt. Carefully I raised each of his arms above his head. Wasting no further time, I removed his shirt. He was now nearly naked, and what a sight to behold! Laying there, he looked so peaceful and delicious. I now knew what I had to do.
Gingerly, I sat him upright and draped his arms around my shoulders, moving him to the center of my playroom. As he lay on the padded floor, I attached leather cuffs to each of his wrists. Each cuff had a "D"-ring on it and to these I attached two long lenghts of reinforced nylon rope. Taking the other end of these lengths, I threaded them first through eyebolts in the ceiling above and then through wrachet devices in the floor. Arranging his body so I could hoist Mike up, I began to pull the ropes. With each click of the wratchets, his arms and then his whole body was raised off the floor. I stopped when his knees were slightly bent.
Next, I attached a spreader bar between his legs with a rubber cuff around each ankle. I anchored this securely to the floor at each end on the bar and then stood back to admire my handy-work. He was absolutely delectable! But I wasn't finished yet. Still uncouscious, I approached him with my bag of toys. Delving into my bag, I produced one of my favorite torture devices, "the seven gates of Hell", an insidious device consisting of several increasingly smaller metal rings connected by a flat strap of leather. Taking a pair of scissors, I cut his underpants away. His cock was a sight to behold! About 5 inches soft. I couldn't stand it, he was so damned beautiful! His balls hung low with just a trace of peachfuzz type hair covering them. With newfound determination, I fed his shaft and balls through the largest ring with little difficulty followed by the rest of his shaft throught the remaining six rings. It looked innocent enough now but just wait till I get him hard. Hell be begging for me to remove it.
Reaching back into my bag of tricks, I produced a ball stretcher which I proceeded to fasten around his nut sac. On the bottom of this stretcher there was a small metal ring to which I attached a 5 foot piect of nylon clothesline. In the floor below Mike's balls was another eyebolt through which I threaded the clothesline and pulled it a little past the point of being taught. Now, if he tried to straighten his legs, he'd get a painful yank on his testicles.
At this point Mike started to groan. He's regain full consciousness soon so I had to move quickly. I took two hoods from my bag. I fitted myself with the executioner's hood and Mike with the slave's hood. His had holes for his ears, eyes, nose and mouth. There were snaps on the side of his hood where various devices could be attached. I snapped the blinders into place cutting off his vision. Next, I fitted an inflatable gag to the hood. With a little effort, I was able to feed the inflating balloon between his teeth into his mouth. I didn't inflate it yet, that was for later...
There now remained only two more touches to be added. From my bag of tricks I pulled two final devices; a 8 inch butt plug and a catheter. Taking his "gates of Hell" encased cock into my hand, I began to feet the catheter into his urethra. It didn't take long for his cock to grow to its full 7 inches. This made it easier to insert the catheter. Finally, I hit bottom, so to speak. Moving behind Mike, I greased up the butt plug. Spreading his ass cheeks revealed his rosebud anus. Unable to help myself, I tounged his mancunt. This produced the first real reaction from Mike, he began to moan as he woke. Without further hesitation, I spread his cheeks and shoved the butt plug home. This brought him around and he screamed in pain as the cone shaped object raped his ass. His sphincter closed around the narrower base of the plug and it was now firmly in place.
Now fully conscious he started to take in his surroundings as well as his predicament.
"What the fuck is going on," he demanded.
"Now, now. Calm down my dear Mike. Everything will become apparent soon," I chided.
"Let me out of this you bastard. I'll fucking kill you," he screamed.
"Will you now," I replied. "I think we've heard enough out of you for the time being."
With that I walked in front of him and started to inflate the gag.
"Just who the fuck are you and why are you doing thi....."
His words were cut short as the gag inflated inside his mouth. Still struggling, Mike tried to push the gag out of his mouth. But it would do him no good, it was there to stay. Taking a step back, I gave a sharp yank to the cord pulling his balls to the floor. He winced in pain and tried to back away by straightening his legs. He soon realized this was a major mistake as the cord tugged even harder at his balls. He grimaced and started to make moaning sounds through the gag.
"Now Mike, there are going to have to be a few groung rules here," I instructed. "First, you are not to make any sound unless I give you permission. Second, you will follow all of my instructions without hesitation. Third, if you are given the privlage of speech you will speak only when spoken to and address me as Sir or Master."
At this Mike started to struggle in his bonds and tried to yell something through his gag.
"Have you forgotten rule number one already slave?" I questioned.
I started to inflate the gag more and Mikes eyes got wide. He continued to yell into the gag and I continued to inflate the gag until he fell silent.
"Now, isn't that better"
Mike shook his head no several times.
"Well, you better start to appreciate it or things will get far worse for you than this."
I approached my captive and began to caress his muscular frame. He tried to pull away but he was securely bound and there was no escape. Several times he ended up pulling on the rope attached to his ball stretcher and each time he winced in pain. Moving around to his front, I caressed his pectorals. Holding his chest between my hands, I rubbed my thumbs over his nipples and circled them with my tounge.
His struggles lessened at this and he started to moan in pleasure. Now I'm getting someplace, I thought. Moving from one to the other I sucked his nipples into my mouth and flicked my tounge over the sensitive tips. Mike was now writhing in extacy and was really getting into the scene. Then, abruptly, I stopped. He began to protest and as I reached for the inflator on the gag he quieted down.
"Listen up slave, you're here for my pleasure, not yours. The sooner you understand that, the more you'll enjoy this scene," I barked.
Moving to his legs, I ran my tounge up the inside of his thighs. My slave must be ticklish sinse he started to jerk around at this. This could prove to be an interesting trait to exploit. I continued my assult on his thighs as he squirmed with my ministrations. His cock was rock hard so I knew he was enjoying this. I backed away and retrieved my final instrument of torture, the black box.
As Mike was blindfolded, he was unable to see what I was about to do. I attached an electrode lead to the catheter in his cock and six more to the gates of Hell confining his prick shaft. Moving behind him, I took hold of the base of the buttplug and started a gentle undulating motion with it rubbing it over his prostate. His muscles tensed every time the plug made contact with his prostate and he moaned deeply into the gag. I continued this for several minutes and noticed his cock was leaking precum freely. As I had done with his nipples, I abruptly stopped my stimulation of his erogenous zones. And, as before, he began to protest.
"Won't you ever learn. You've got to follow the rules or I'll have to punish you. Now, prepare for your punishment."
He started to squirm but it wasn't going to do him any good. I grabbed a set of tit clamps and put them on without any preparation. He screamed into the gag as the clamps bit into his tender tit flesh. I moved away from his writhing form and admired my acconplishments. Here was this totally hot guy I had lusted after for over three years and now he was mine to do with as I please. His muscles flexed as he tried to break his bonds and a light sweat had broken out all over his body. Perfect, I thought, the sweat should add nicely to the effect of what's about to come.
Moving to the "black box" I checked that it was in order and then began the next phase of Mike's torture. Turning on the device, I set the resistors to the high setting and pushed the "execute" button. The pulse surged into his cock through the catheter and Mike jumped so hard I thought he's pull his balls off the way the rope tugged at the stretcher. Quickly I switched the circuit over to the electrodes attachet to the gates of Hell and pushed the execute button. He jumped again and this time tears started to run down his cheeks. Stepping forward, I caressed his face and wiped his tears away.
"There now. I won't do that again unless you displease me. Do you understand?"
He nodded his head yes and I caressed his cheek one more time before removing his blindfold and stepping back. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light but finally settled down. I had removed my hood but stood behind Mike. Walking around in front of him, I allowed Mike to finally see the face of his captor. He grew suddenly still and his eyes grew wide with disbelief.
"Yes Mike, its me. I'm responsible for your entire predicament. Do you know how long I've lusted after you, do you? Ever since I saw you at freshman orientation I knew I had to have you. For two years I waited patiently to see if there was any sign you felt the same. I longed for you for so long. Then, when we agreed to live together in an apartment, I thought that finally, I might be able to explore my feelings toward you and hopefully find out if you felt the same. But nothing happened, you were a great friend but never did I feel anything more than that from you. I was crushed, all my hopes seemed to be slipping away. This was the only way I could think to finally have you as my own. So many times I jacked off with a vision of you in my mind and close to my heart. It just started to become too painful. You frustrated me so much when I never got any signs from you how you felt. Now its payback time. I'm going to show you how it feels to be as frustrated as I was and I'm going to do it with this." I motioned to the black box.
He violently shook his head no, remembering the intense pain it caused earlier.
"Oh don't worry, my dear Mike. I won't have it set on high like I did before. Quite the opposite as a matter of fact. I think you'll find it most stimulating."
He seemed to calm down when I said this. He wouldn't be that calm for long though. I had another setting designed into the device that would have him begging to cum. On the low setting with the automatic pulse setting selected, I could send a 10 second pulse of electricity into his cock, causing a tingling feeling that was sure to keep him hard but not to last long enough for him to cum. After the pulse there was a downtime of 50 seconde before the next pulse, just enough time for that tingling "I'm ready to shoot" feeling to subside. Seeing everything was set, I pressed the execute button and the torment began. Mike tensed as his cock received the first pulse. Me moaned in pleasure.
"The way the device is set up now, it will deliver one 10 second pulse every minute. It will bring you to the edge but you won't be able to cum. Now I know that dosen't sound that bad but after 30 minutes or so the pain in your nuts wanting to release their load and the pain in your cock shaft from the continues over stimulation will have you begging me to let you cum. You've kept me frustrated for 3 and a half years, Mike, and I think its only fair that you experience just a fraction of that. I'm going to leave you here for 3 and a half hours and when I return we'll see how cheerful you are."
With that, I turned and left the room for the kitchen, but not before switching on a video camera in the corner of the room. I wanted to capture every moment of his torment. Another pulse races through his cock just as I was leaving and he moaned into the gag. The poor bastard, I thought, he has no idea what he's in for.
I left the playroom flat and went back to our apartment to wait things out. I must of jacked off three times while thinking of the bound, gagged and tortured twink in the flat down the street. After about 3 hours I returned to the playroom to see how mike was doing. I wanted to see the final few minutes of my revenge. I walked into the flat and immediately Mike screamed into his gag in my direction. He was dripping with sweat and just then another pulse raced into his penis. He squealed and writhed in his restraints. Oh was I going to enjoy this. I went to the kitchen and got an egg timer. I brought it back and set it for 20 minutes.
"This timer is set to 20 minutes, Mikey, the amount of time left in your punishment. When it goes off I'll end your frustration, but not until."
I quickly stripped off my clothes and sat on the couch opposite Mike. Slowly I jacked my cock while Mike struggled to somehow escape his captivity. With every pulse from the box, Mike seemed to lose a little piece of his will to resist. Finally, the timer went off. Mike immediately perked up and started to plead through the gag. I walked up to him, rubbing my manhood on his thigh, and took his face in my hands. Just then a pulse raced into his manmeat and he began to cry. I reached behind me and turned the machine off. An audible sigh of relief eminated from Mike and he sank in his bonds.
Acting quickly I began to remove the catheter and the gates of Hell. He winced at the Gates came off but, like a good slave, kept silent. Next I removed the ball stretcher and then moved behind him to remove the butt plug.
"Now this might hurt a little as I take it out but soon everything will be better. Prepare yourself slave."
I took firm hold of the base of the plug and pulled it out in one smooth effort. Mike's legs and arms tensed to their maximum as the widest part of the plug moved through his sphincter. But his pain quickly turned to relief as I withdrew the plug. Now moving back around front, I ran my hands over his chest and removed the tit clamps. He again spasmed as the blood rushed back into his tits. Massaging them, I lessened his discomfort. Now, I decided to remove his gag.
"Mike, I'm going to remove the gag now but you have to promise me you will remain absolutely silent otherwise I won't let you cum and I'll leave you hang here for the rest of the night. Mike shook his head yes in understanding and I reached for the gag. Deflating the balloon, I removed the attachment from his hood and then removed the hood all together. His hair was matted and wet with sweat as was the rest of his body. He started to say something but I put my fingers to his lips to quiet him. He looked deeply into my eyes and I returned his gaze. Although defeated, he has an almost soulful look in his eyes. I lower myself against his torso until my mough is just inches away from his cock. Hefting his balls in my left hand and holding the base of his cock with my right, I wasted no time in going down on the entire length of his shaft.
"Oh God, yes. Kev, that feels so good. Please don't stop. Oh God, oh God," Mike was moaning. "Yes, lick my cock. Oh yessssssss."
I continues going up and down on his meat stopping on each up stroke to tounge his piss slit. He began to squirm uncontrollably as he threw his head back in extacy.
"Oh, Kev. Yes, do me, please. Oh God, oh yes, oh God. Yes, yesssss, yesssss. Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh." Mike's breaths came in short gasps as he neared climax. "Yessssss. OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Mike hissed through clenched teeth ad he tumbled over the edge in to the abyss of pleasure. His cock pulsed once, twice, three times, then more. He was cumming a river! Six, seven, eight spasms racked his muscled frame before he was done. His cum was sweet and salty. I savored it in my mouth before standing up and locking my mouth to his. His lips parted and he accepted my tounge and his own semin. He breathed his hot breath into my mouth. It was as if new life had been breathed directly into my very soul. I swooned as did he before we broke the kiss.
"Oh Kev, I've wanted you for so long. You were never unappreciated, I was just scared. I love you and I want to be with you."
Tears welled up in his eyes and mine. I released his legs and arms from their bindings and we sunk to the floor in each others arms. We cuddled for several minutes and then drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each others arms.
THE END
Well, please let me know what you think. I was quite pleased with it after I banged it out this morning. Please e-mail me with your comments and if you think I should write more such stories.
kmcd@interaccess.com