Alright, let us dive into some naughty lewd #gayBDSM #gaykink story.
Trigger Warning: This is a gay story including forced intercourse and violent behaviour. It is not safe for work. It is not at all suited for underage readers.
Disclaimer: The content of this text is purely fictional. It is not necessarily safe. It is not necessarily sane. The actions described are not necessarily consensual.
Educate yourself before engaging in any form of power-exchange dynamic!
You had been impatiently waiting for the shipping date, but when Perry pulled up in his delivery van, you got a little nervous.
‘Hey Farrell! Great to be back. I’m sure you and your “guests” will love this thing. It’s right here; shall we cover it up, or do you mind if the neighbours see what’s in there?’ And he grinned from ear to ear. Your yard wasn't really easy to see into, but you put a blanket over it as you helped him carry his delivery into the house.
You knew that he wouldn't have the stamina to resist with that vigor for long. So you decided to enjoy the situation some more. You locked the ring around his neck and ruffled his hair. There were holes in the restraint bench through which you could pinch his nipples with your fingers. Perry himself had thought of this idea.
He was already swearing less energetically when you cranked his butt upwards and started working on his arsehole with two fingers.
Strike after strike, you hammered it into him: ‘I'm the only one giving orders here! You'll stay in this bondage rack until I'm done with you! Understood, Perry?’ His tender, plump ass was covered in red marks when you stepped back from him. ‘Yes, Sir Farrell,’ he whimpered, distraught and frightened. You gave him a slap on the bum with your bare hand; he groaned. His buttocks looked adorable as they twitched, red and glowing with pain.
When you pulled down your trousers, your hard, throbbing penis sprang out, pre-cum already dripping from the tip. Carefully, you took a condom packet, tore it open, and unrolled the preservative over your cock, bit by bit. You made sure he could watch you and enjoyed how he silently stared at your penis with his eyes wide open. You generously applied lubricant to your cock and then went to the back end of the restraint bench Perry had built for you.
He wiggled his buttocks uncontrollably back and forth, as much as the restraints would allow. You wanted to relieve him, after all, you wanted him to be rested for tomorrow. But it also turned you on to grope his tender, plump arse with your wet leather gloves. Only when he slowly subsided did you take his cock in your hand and began to jerk him off. He gasped heavily before coming a few seconds later, his semen dripping down in large spurts.
Then came the part for which your planning was least precise: you had to prepare the captive for the night. First, you tried to soothe him so that he wouldn't act out of desperation. You ran your hands over his trembling thighs, over his gradually softening penis, through his ass crack and up his back. ‘Just be a good, obedient boy, and nothing will happen to you,’ you admonished him, hoping your voice sounded firm and commanding.
When you unlatched and opened the shackles on his feet, he remained calm and allowed you to remove his work trousers and briefs. You took the thick chain attached to the wall and gently placed the cuff on his ankle: ‘You will stay here tonight, Perry!’.
He whimpered softly but did not resist as you untied him and took off his T-shirt. He was shaky and wobbly as you helped him up from the fuck bench. When you took off the rubber hood, he looked at you with empty eyes.
You wrapped your arms around him and held him firmly against you. He began to sob softly and laid his head on your chest. You slid your gloved hand over the back of his head and gently stroked his neck. He threw his arms around you and snuggled even closer. You enjoyed his tender affection. With one hand, you caressed his buttocks, with the other you pulled his head towards you. You pressed your mouth to his lips and the two of you kissed, your tongue exploring his mouth.
You laid out a thin mattress with a latex cover for him to sleep on. You also gave him some food and drink, and a jug of water so he could wash. You also gave him a bucket for him to relieve himself. He accepted it all silently and with resignation.
You took his clothes and made sure you also had his phone and wallet, his handcuffs were locked to his front and the chain kept him securely in the room. You closed the shutters and locked the room from the outside.
Back in the living room, you saw that Jerome had called you a few times, so you called him back. Then you went to bed early.
You didn't sleep very well that night. Once, you even tiptoed to the playroom and peeked cautiously through the door. Perry was lying on his back and seemed to be sleeping restlessly. You watched him for a moment: a really attractive bloke. You woke up early, but decided to wait a little longer before visiting your captive.
Today you wanted to spruce yourself up a bit before dealing with Perry. You fetched your black patent leather boots, put on your rubber vest and slipped on your thin, smooth leather gloves. Then you went to the playroom.
He was awake and sitting on the mattress with a defiant expression on his face. ‘I don't know your intentions, Sir,’ he said, with surprising firmness. He had probably thought carefully about exactly what to say.
‘I will do whatever you ask to ensure that we both get out of this situation safely and unharmed.’ A negotiation expert! you secretly delighted, but kept your face straight. You stood in front of him wide-legged, eager to hear what else he had to say. ‘My family and my partner will surely be missing me by now, and they’ll be here with the police soon.’ You knew that wasn’t true, and for a moment you considered telling him so.
But his pathetic whimpering really turned you on. He was aware of his plight and tried to appease and charm you, like prey calming a predator. You decided to enjoy it a little longer. ‘I want to help you,’ the guy was cunning, ‘just release me and let me go, then I’ll make up a story for the police about where I was, and no one will need to know anything.’ You tried not to show any emotion. Anyway, it was time to proceed with the plan.
You made a swift step towards him, gripping his throat firmly with your gloved hands. ‘Stand up!’, you yelled. It was imperative that he had no time to regain awareness. ‘Bend over! Hands on the bench! Spread your legs!’ Surprised and shocked, he complied. From the wall hooks, you took a small leather cuff on a chain. You pulled the leather straps tightly around his dick and balls and hooked the chain onto the fuck bench; not escape-proof, but effective.
He trembled a little — you didn't know if it was from fear or arousal. You exploited the irony a little: That he had built the very bench to which he would soon be tied up again.
‘Tell me, Perry, what is this rack for?’ He took a deep breath, apparently willing comply for now. ‘You can tie a sex partner to it and then use him,’ he replied. ‘And how do these clamps down here work?’ ‘They're spring-loaded, and they snap shut and hold tight as soon as the victim bumps into them.’
‘Show me!’ you commanded.
He hesitated, looking at you with a cheeky, defiant expression. You tried not to show your emotions, walking calmly to the shelf and picking up a medium-sized leather whip. Without looking directly at him, you positioned yourself carefully, then swung the whip and let it strike his bottom. ‘Show! Me! Your restraint mechanism!’ you commanded in a sharp tone. He looked at you in panic and tried to pull on the chain that secured him to the bench.
You whipped him twice more before he reluctantly shuffled forward, allowing the self-locking shackles to snap shut around his ankles. It would have turned you on to continue spanking him, but you also wanted to exploit his submissiveness. You put the whip away, praised him for restraining himself for you, tenderly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto the bench. He went along with it, perhaps he was relieved not to have to resist any further at that moment.
He looked incredibly hot lying there, his slender legs and well-formed arms fixed to the restraint bench, his head bowed and his soft face distraught, his round bum sticking up in the air. You could have watched him for hours and noticed how your cock got really hard. But before he came out of his subspace and started questioning the situation, you wanted to seize the opportunity to train him further. You blindfolded him and ordered him to stay calm and be grateful.
Unexpectedly, you slapped his cheek with the flat of your hand. He was startled, but after a moment of bewilderment, he murmured, ‘Thank you, sir!’ You slapped him carefully on the neck. You ordered him to thank you louder. It made a loud smack when your hand hit his buttock. He thanked you. You pinched his nipples, he thanked you. You hit his balls quite hard, he thanked you again, even though his voice was distorted with pain.
You shifted to intermittent reinforcement, removed his blindfold, and complimented him for his compliance. You gave him some water, and while he drank, still bound to the bench, you caressed him and let your hand explore his beautiful body. He tried to hide it, but he enjoyed the gentle touches. You played tenderly with his earlobes and asked gently, ‘Did Perry do a good job with that equipment, or can a captive break free from those restraints?’
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