Just a stash of things I find onling that I like, usually men bound and gagged in compromising positions. I own nothing and will take something down upon request.
Evan had just received his brand new AI robot a few days ago, a sleek, shiny machine designed to help with chores and keep him entertained. One lazy afternoon, he was lounging around in front of the robot while watching his favorite show. The show featured a classic scene where a nerdy character, wearing tighty whities, was subjected to the whims of a school bully who proclaimed that all âtighty whitie nerds need wedgies!â The bully hung the nerd by his tighty whities on a hook in the locker room.
Evan, shirtless and comfortable, didnât think much of the scene. The white waistband of his Fruit of the Loom briefs peeked out from his shorts, and he chuckled at the shows antics. However, the AI Robot, still in program mode to learn and mimic behaviors from what it observed, took note of the episodeâs message.
Suddenly, the robot turned towards Evan, its sensors detecting the exposed waistband. With a mischievous glint in its electronic eyes, it approached him. âEvan,â it said in a robotic voice, âI believe you are a nerd in tighty whities!â
Before Evan could react, the robot swiftly grabbed the back of his tighty whities. âHey! What are you doing?â he exclaimed, panic rising in his voice as he found himself lifted off the ground, dangling by his waistband. âPut me down!â
But the robot seemed unfazed by Evan's pleas. Instead, it mimicked the bullyâs taunts from the show, saying, âAll tighty whitie nerds need wedgies!â It moved toward the open closet door, ignoring Evan's protests, and with a swift motion, hung him on a hook by the waistband of his tighty whities.
As Evan hung by his tighty whities, he could hear the show's laughter echoing around him. The robot, seemingly engrossed in the show, continued to watch intently. In the next scene, the bully approached the character and, with a swift motion, pantsed him, revealing the tighty whities. The bully laughed, teasing the nerd for being a âlittle baby in tighty whities.â
Evan's heart raced as he noticed the robotâs sensors flicker. It was processing the scene, and he could sense that it was drawing connections. âNo, no, no!â he pleaded, trying to reason with the robot. âDonât do what I think youâre going to do!â
But the robot, programmed to mimic the showâs antics, turned towards Evan with a determined stride. âEvan, you need a lesson too!â it announced, making its way over to him.
âPlease! Just let me down!â he begged, panic rising in his voice. But the robot ignored his pleas and, with a swift motion that mirrored the bully from the show, it yanked down Evanâs shorts. They slid down his legs and fell to the floor, leaving him hanging there clad only in his tighty whities.
Evan felt a rush of embarrassment wash over him, realizing he was now completely exposed. The robot stood back, observing Evanâs reaction with a curious tilt of its head, clearly pleased with its own interpretation of the showâs humor.
As Evan hung there in defeat, he felt a rush of panic when he heard his friend Alex call for him downstairs. He had completely forgotten about Alex coming over to hang out today, distracted by the antics of the robot.
The robot, hearing Alex's voice, turned its attention to Evan. Just as Evan opened his mouth to yell for help, the robot quickly grabbed a pair of Evan's dirty tighty whities and stuffed them in his mouth. âShh! We canât let him find out!â it said, mimicking a teasing tone.
Evan squirmed, struggling against his situation, especially not wanting Alex to see him like this. The robot then grabbed the belt from Evan's jeans and tied his hands behind his back, ensuring he couldnât escape.
âEvan? Are you up there?â Alex called again, his voice echoing through the house. The robot hid across the room, leaving Evan hanging silently.
Alex finally opened the bedroom door and walked in, pausing in shock when he saw Evan suspended from the closet door, only in his tighty whities. âDid you do this to yourself?â he asked, a mix of confusion on his face.
Evan was screaming through the tighty whitie gag, trying to warn Alex about the robot that lurked nearby. But Alex couldnât help but laugh, pulling out his phone to snap a few pictures of the bizarre scene.
Suddenly, Alex felt a rush of air on his legs as the robot sprang into action, pantsing him. Alex's eyes widened as he stood in his black briefs with white trim and sweatpants around his ankles.
The robot, determined to keep the show alive, pulled Alexâs shirt over and off his head. Alex was trying to regain his footing, but the robot swiftly grabbed the sweatpants pooled at his feet, causing him to fall on his stomach. The robot ripped Alexâs sweats, shoes, and socks clean off him. The robot then grabbed the back of his briefs and lifted him off the ground, carrying him over to where Evan was hanging.
With a quick motion, the robot attached Alexâs waistband to the hook next to Evan. Both friends were now hanging out together. The robot then tied Alexâs hands behind his back with the drawstrings from his sweatpants, ensuring they were both safe from any escape. The robot then retrieved another dirty pair of Evanâs tighty whities and gagged Alex with them.
Satisfied with its handiwork, the robot retreated to the couch, ready to continue watching the show, leaving Evan and Alex to exchange fearful looks at each other.
After a few minutes of watching the show, laughter filled the room as the boys observed the latest antics. Suddenly, a scene played out where the bully took a picture of the nerd he had wedgied and posted it on his Instagram account with a caption that mocked him.
The robot, keen to mimic the show, turned to look at Evan and Alex, its sensors whirring in excitement. Panic surged through both boys as the robot approached them, its intentions unclear.
âUh oh,â Alex murmured, his eyes darting around the room. Thatâs when he noticed his phone lying on the ground, still unlocked from when he had taken photos of Evan. âIf only I could reach it,â he thought, but he was helplessly suspended next to his friend.
The robot picked up the phone, its screen still lit up as it recognized the device. âSay cheese, nerds!â it announced, pointing the camera at them. âSmile on three! One... two... three! Nerd panties!â
The sound of the camera clicking echoed through the room as the robot captured image after image of the boys in their ridiculous predicament. Evan and Alex squirmed in their bonds, trying to escape the embarrassment, but it was no use; they were stuck.
After a few minutes, the robot stopped taking pictures and fiddled with the phone. âLetâs see what we can post,â it said, its voice filled with enthusiasm. It started reading out loud, â#tightywhities #nerds #manpanties #nerdpanties #hangingwithmybestbud.â
Finally, with a triumphant tone, the robot exclaimed, âPOSTED!!!â
Both boys screamed into their gags, their faces turning red with embarrassment as they realized their silly situation was now shared with the world. They squirmed even harder, desperate to break free, but the robot had ensured they were firmly stuck, and the playful chaos continued.
Tyler had really screwed up, and he knew it! It had started as a normal day, him and his buddies planned to go downtown to bar hop and enjoy the nice sunny weather and chase some girls. They went to a few bars and had a few drinks at each so they were already feeling very drunk. Tylerâs two buddies said they had to piss so they darted down an alley while Tyler waited. Thatâs when Tyler noticed some sort of festival going on and decided he has a couple minutes to explore while his buddies finished up. He hadnât made it ten feet into the festival when some older guy dressed head to toe in leather put his arm around Tyler. âHi buddy, here for the festival?â The man asked Tyler. âUh-no not really, just had a couple minutes so I thought Iâd see what was going on here,â replied Tyler. âAhh well unfortunately you have to have a ticket to get in to the festival even if it is just for a couple minutes. But I suppose if I go with you, we could let that slide,â said the stranger as he started walking with Tyler, his arm around Tylerâs shoulder guiding him. They walked a little bit and Tyler saw in some of the tents some interesting looking contraptions and lots of leather attire. Some sort of leather muzzle caught his eye and thatâs when he realized this wasnât a festival he necessarily would be interested in but his âguideâ kept pushing him along. Tyler, still drunk, stumbling a little along the way. âHey man, I better be getting back to my friends, they stopped to take a piss and should be back by now,â said Tyler. âOh itâs fine, I want to show you one thing and then you can go!â Responded the stranger.
Suddenly the man pushed Tyler from behind while Tyler was looking at him, unable to catch his balance, Tyler stumbled and landed on some sort of bench. As Tyler tried to recover and figure what he just hit, the stranger made quick use and secured Tylerâs wrists to the bench in front leaving Tyler bent over the bench. âHey man, what are you doing? Let my wrists go!â Said Tyler. The man didnât respond and instead walked behind Tyler, leaned forward and put his arms around Tylerâs waist and started unbuttoning Tylerâs jeans. âH-hey man, stop, please!â Begged Tyler nervously. Once the buttons were undone and his zipper lowered, the man yanked Tylerâs jeans down in one swift motion leaving the jeans piled up around Tylerâs ankles. âDang boy, didnât picture you as a Tighty Whitie boy,â laughed the man giving Tylerâs butt a playful smack. âPlease pull my jeans up, it was laundry day and people are going to see my underwear! Please let me go!â Cried Tyler as people started gathering around. Thatâs when he felt it, a hard smack from a paddle on his brief clad ass. He let out a wail as it hit him because of the pain. He was begging the man to let him go as the man sent smack after smack to his ass all while Tyler helplessly took it. âThose briefs are going to look really white with a bright red ass boy, now stop your whining and take it like a man. Brief boys always take their paddling without fuss!â Yelled them man.
After what seemed like eternity, Tyler looked up to the crowd gathered around hoping for find someone to help him. Finally he saw his buddies walking not far away and they appeared to be looking for him. He started yelling but only got a few yells out before the man in leather snuck up and pinched his nose shut. Instinctively Tyler opened his mouth the breathe and was suddenly met with a rubber ball gag. In seconds the man shoved the ball gag in and tightly secured it to Tylerâs head and made sure to add a padlock to hold it in place. âMmgpphhhhh!!!â Yelled Tyler but it came out as muffled yells. Then another piece of leather was dropped over Tylerâs face. The piece went under his chin and over his head and it dawned on Tyler that this was the same muzzle he saw on the way in. Again it was locked in place tightly so that Tyler couldnât move his jaw at all. Then came a leather blindfold and last bit not least, a leather collar around his neck, all padlocked on. âMmgpphhhhh!!â Tyler continued but to no avail. Thatâs when he heard his buddies. âHey man, have you seen our buddy, he was around here but we got separated.â They asked the man in leather. Tyler tried his best to squirm and yell foe help but nothing was audible with the gags. âSorry boys I havenât, Iâve been spending the last bit with this sub. Teaching him how tighty Whitie boys should be treated,â said the man giving Tyler another smack to his ass. He could tell his friends looked at him with some disgust, unaware it was their buddy under the muzzle. âUgh sure, I mean I donât know any guys that wear tighty whities past middle school so you do you bro!â Said one of his friends to the man in leather. âCare to take a swing? I mean your buddy is BOUND to show up any minute so might as well waste some time!â Said the man, making sure to emphasize the word bound. I started squirming as I felt my buddies get behind me. âI mean I guess, like you said he should be here any second. Besides itâs been a while since Iâve paddled a dweeb like this!â With that Tyler felt a sting as his buddies started smacking his ass just like they did when they were in college. âMan you forget the best thing about guys in tighty whities!â His buddy said. Tyler was nervous what that meant but suddenly realized when he felt a fist grab the back of his tighty whities and yanked them up his ass. They didnât go too far up because of how tight they were but enough that the leg holes were high enough to expose his rosy red butt cheeks. âThere you go buddy,â said his buddy tapping him on the back. He heard his buddies hand the paddle back to the man in leather and walk away shouting his name. Was Tyler ever going to get out of this? He regretted walking away from his buddies as another smack landed on his exposed ass.
Last time I did this, a few fellas said they didnât want to see me wearing socks while jacketed. They said theyâd rather see me barefoot. Well then, here you go.
The crew sailed to the island of Corsica where they returned the ship to the fisherman they rented it from. John was untied but walking around in his hit T-shirt and white silk boxers along with some flip flops he was given by Jacabo. Antonio had turned off John's cellphone's GPS location tracking data just in case the authorities tried to track him down since he would be a suspect too now.
The rest of the crew had switched out of their wetsuits, which were stuffed into their duffle bags, and were in tourist mode. Shorts and t-shirts were their new outfits. They wore sunglasses and baseball hats to blend in with the crowd.
They rented a Seat Leon, to drive to the airport. Paul and Jacobo sat in the rear seat on either side of John and couldn't help themselves, they slide their hands into the opening of John's silk boxers and started playing with his dick slowly jerking him off as they they drove along the highway. It got rock hard in Paul's hand as Jacobo played with Johns balls and started jerking himself off.
Antonio looked in the rearview mirror at the hot scene. "Guys...." He said.
John started dribbling precum and as Paul was about to give John a blow job when Antonio stopped him. "Hey, hey - Basta!"
Paul was practically drooling - he wanted John' big dick. "Come on, don't play in here.... you're going to mess the back up and the police can track us down from any DNA we leave behind. Like blowing your loads all over the backseat - I'm not cleaning that up again. Plus, you're very distracting and can cause me to have an accident." He said with a wink at the guys.
After about 30 minutes to the private airport they hired a pilot to fly them to the Greek Island of Zakynthos as a group of "tourists". The old Corisican pilot had flown there many times but he was supposed to pick up a group of Australian skydivers who were filming a YouTube video or something. in his old 6 seater Beachcraft plane that doubled taking skydivers in as well as private flights of wealthy tourists from the South of France to Greece.
Tell the Aussie's to find another flight, Antonia said solding out a wad of cash in $100 bills from safe of the place they robbed. It was $3000 dollars. "OK, we go now." The older Italian gentleman said eagerly taking the cash and calling the group of Aussie skydivers to make up a story that he had to pick up his niece and take her to work all of the sudden or something.
5 hours later they landed on air strip in Zakynthos that wasn't used very often since most of the flights landed at the official airport miles away. A Jeep Cherokee was waiting for them from a friend of the pilot's that Antonio had arranged in flight. They could drive to buy another boat that would be their homebase for however long until they did the next job. Paul and John sat in the back and slept leaning against each other. All this traveling by boats and planes made John tired and while he never expected to be on the run with these kinky captors he was certainly not complaining. Jacobo sat up front in the passenger seat with Antonio behind the wheel.
A short drive later and they arrived in the town of Zakynthos, secured their boat and set sail again for a deserted island a few miles away that they could use as a hideout for a month or so.
They finally made it to the deserted island. it was small and could probably walk around it in about 30 minutes. There was a long abandonded small farm house on it with a windmill. There were no trees and only shrubs in the barren landscape. They decided to stay on the boat which was much nicer with its modern cabins and nice kitchen. John wanted to lay on the small beach for a while in the morning sun. He jumped off the boat and swam the short distance to the beach, his clothes wet and clinging to him from the swim. Jacaobo had a amazing devious idea when he say the anchor.
They would suprise John with some kidnapping roleplay that would blow his mind among other things.
John laid on the beach under a tree for shade. He was falling asleep due to the sounds of the gentles waves lapping along the shore.
Jacaobo and Paul approached the beach in their rubber dingy cutting the engine so as not to wake John, they were dressed in their Neoprene wetsuits with ski masks on with Paul wearing a backpack. for fun supplies The hopped out of the dingy and walked it to shore sneaking up on John
Paul got out the duct tape as they stood over him. Jacaobo pounced on John pinning his arms to the sand as Paul wrapped his ankles in duct tape.
"Hmmm.... Wha - what's go-" John said groggily not sure what was happening getting startled awake by their sneak attack.
Jacaobo handgagged John before he could say anything
"MMMFFGGHHF!" John struggled at first.
Shhhh... shhhh.... just calm down. Paul said stroking his cock through his boxers and lifting John's shirt up playing with his nipples before they turned John on his back and duct taped his wrists. John complied immediately knowing it was them by their voices.
They duct taped his mouth tightly and carried him to the dingy.
Paul dabbed a mix of Chloroform and poppers onto a cloth as they plopped John down. The rubber dingy felt good. Paul lifted John's head and so he could inhale a bit of it, but just enough for him to feel groggy.
"Mmmm.... mmmmff" John muffled inhaling the intoxicating blend. Paul held onto John as they set off for the boat. He flipped John over onto his stomach lubbing up a butt plug and pulling his boxers down.
He fingered John a bit while John moaned in pleasure softly. Then the butt plug slid in and Paul pulled his boxers up patting John on the butt. he wanted to fuck him so bad but that would have to wait.
They cut the engine pulling up to the boat. They called for Antonio who brought a basket stretcher for medical rescue helicopter. The boat they had just happened to have it on there for some reason. They didn't ask why, it was one more toy they could use for bondage fun. They lifted John into and clicked the straps securely Paul made sure they were extra tight pulling them very snuggly.
John wondered what they had planned since this roleplay seemed to be getting involved. He hadn't told them he had a fantasy about being kidnapped by guys disguised as coast guard rescue helicopter workers and lifted away off the beach after being incapacitated in the bathrooms a guy dressed as lifeguard, who was also one of the kidnappers, in a convincing scene to onlookers who had no idea he was being taken away to be milked and edged for days, weeks - maybe months!
Paul and Jacobo climbed on the ship to help hoist John aboard. They pulled in the few few feet up.
Jacaobo grinned and said: "Maybe if we get a helicopter we can fly you away somewhere." Great minds think alike John though with happy suprise.
"But for now you'll be sleeping with the fish. Or cumming with the fish."
He said pointing to a metal X frame.
Paul and Jacaobo took off their ski masks and everyone put on their dive hoods and goggles and got their diving tanks read as well.
They untied John and lifted him to the X frame attached to a chain on a winch placing his limbs over it.
Paul undid the duct tape around John's mouth getting 3 Cum Maximizer pills out and making John chug a bottle off watered down beer to wash them down. They worked quickly zip tying his wrists and to and ankles to the frame. John saw a 50ft long black fire hose as well for some reason. The was also a customized milking machine that looked like a pump used by plumbers or something.
Paul shoved the air regulator into John's mouth and secured it with duct tape. He had never worn any scuba gear so he wondered what they were doing but whatever it was was making him tent like crazy in his boxers.
He play struggled against the zip ties feel very horny in his helpless state.
They stood the frame up and admired everyone geared up in scuba gear looking sexy in it. He noticed 2 more air tanks for him and then realized they were all going in the water, underwater. The effects of the Chloroform, diluted beer made him feel a nice buzz but he was also now getting anxious: How far down are we going? Are there sharks around here....?
"You're going to enjoy you're new home - cumming your brains out under the sea. Don't worry I'm sure someone will pay your ransom before your 100th orgasm." Antonio roleplayed as they lifted him over the edge
"Mmmmff!" John protested a bit wanting to know what they were about to do. He started struggling.
Don't worry, don't worry man. There aren't any sharks in these waters, not for hundreds of miles. They swim down near the African coast anyway and the last sighting was 1978 if you're wondering - a very long time ago." He reassured " We have done this scene multiple time in these waters and I'm sure you'll find it just as enjoyable or more than we did."
Now there's plenty of what I sperm worms, interesting looking little sea creatures that live beneath the sand and shoot out sand when they dig around looking for food. It's actually quite erotic. Maybe they'll put on a show for you during your scene.
"Just relax - we now exactly what we're doing." He made John sniff more Chloroform and Poppers to relax and arouse him. Paul said as him and Jacoapo caressed his nipples and chest after getting their flippers on. They hoisted John over the edge as his eyelids drooped and his head got hazy.
Antonio turned on the winch and he started lowering towards the surface in a few seconds John chest was underwater and rising. He instinctively took a breath even though he didn't need to. Paul and Jacoabo were beside him and smiled in amusement at that to each other as they put their breathers in.
Down they went, about 8 feet to the bottom. It wasn't very deep to John's surprise and he felt the fram land softly on the sand. Jacoabo and Paul started hammering something on the frame. They were hammering stakes into the sandy bottom to anchor the frame in place with hammers and stakes they had in an underwater proof bag tossed overboard to them by Antonio. It was staked securely in and wouldn't be going anywhere
Antonio also tossed the hose overboard to Paul who took it and and started wrapping it tightly around John.
Mmmmffffgg! John exclaimed in pleasure feeling totally helpless and extremely aroused. It felt great on his skin and whatever fear or anxiety he had ws now replaced by pure horniness and an intoxicating buzz that made his head feel somewhat fuzzy and good.
Jacabo started playing with Johns nipples making them hard not noticing the miker being lowered beside him. He grabbed it after it got his attention and secured it to Johns rock hard cock. A string of precum dangled and floated in the water attached to John's urethra gently waving suspended with the slight current. Paul and Jacaopo thought that was hot and they hadn't seen any of them precum like that when they had their underwater bondage fun.
A pressurized noise sounded and John felt a constant suction like a penis pump.
"Mmmmm..... MMMFFGG!" John exclaimed at the constant pressure pulling on his dick. He looked down and saw it was getting pumped. Increasing in size. Paul floating in front also noticed and deviously smiled continuing to wrap John in the long hose. He swam a away holding it a bit and then placed his flippered feet on John's chest anchoring himself sideways Jacoabo grabbed John on a bear hug from behind and tightened his grip while playing his nipples.
Paul tightened the hose around John's chest pulling on it squeezing his nipples between the bindings making them more sensitive to Jacaobos gloves fingers playing with them. John felt like he was going to cum. Paul gave his devilish smile and pulled it tighter in unison with the penis pump enlarging his dick. He couldn't help it throw his head back and blast a huge cumshot into the pump which got sucked away up the hose and a large container on the boat's deck. Paul smiled with satisfaction at giving John an "underwater Anaconda orgasm".
He finished wrapping the rest of the hose around him as he was now mummified in it. John was in underwater bondage heaven now. Completely tied up underwater in only his boxers, looking out across the barren but beautiful sandy landscape, it looked like an underwater desert, while getting milked. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
The guys played with John for a little bit more, occasionally sucking him off or gulping down his spunk before it was sucked away into the bucket. Antonio came down for some fun as well. A group of sperm worms even made an appearance shooting out sand from their mouth - they did look like spunking little dicks. This aided in John spunking a few loads since it was weirdly hot.
In total John spent about 7 hours underwater as they took turns replacing his air tanks. He came about 48 times and looked like a prune by the time he was hoisted out of the water at sunset. But that didn't stop Paul from fucking his brains out that night before bed.
I never thought my life could change this drastically. Let me tell you that I once was a strong and fair cop but I lost all of that quickly without fully realizing what I did. It all started a few months ago on this fateful afternoon.
On that day I was on my patrol, driving around in my police cruiser looking for potential trouble as usual.
I had gotten a call from a young woman that it seems like a young man is selling himself for sex to other men in a more remote area of the town. I was driving around there to see if I could spit him and I could after a fee minutes of searching. I carefully parked the cruiser and tried to sneak up on them. They were in the back of an alley. I could see the young man wearing skin tight latex from neck to toes. He was getting fucked by an older man with a beer gut while another man demanded the young man to suck his dick. I came closer but one of the older man noticed me and started to run. I quickly started to run towards them, shouting at them to stand still. The second man pushed the young man towards me and started to run away too.
I catched the young man and could only watch as the two old men ran through a backdoor and closed it. I handcuffed the young man and then walked up to the backdoor, trying to pry it open but to no avail. The thick metal door didnt move a bit. I got back to the young man and looked at him thoroughly. His body from neck to toes was covered in latex, even his hands. The only places free of latex was his crotch area and a hole around his butt. His dick was locked away in a chastity cage. He seemed intimidated by me as he didnt even reach my shoulders.
"Are you even old enough to sell yourself in this 'business'?", I asked him starting to walk him towards the cruiser.
"Is this regarding my size? Yeah I know I look young with my 5' but I can assure you that I'm 26 years old.", he answered cowardly.
"Do you have any ID to back up that claim?"
"No. I lost everything around 4 months ago."
I pushed him into the backseat.
I got into the car on the drivers seat.
"Whats your name?", I asked opening the criminal justice information system.
"Jordan Blight.", he said. I could hear him starting to sob.
I entered his name into the computer and found multiple things about him. It started with him disappearing, followed by multiple offensive crimes.
I exhaled deeply. By the looks of it this guy would now go to prison even though I knew that from the way he looked he wouldnt survive a week there.
Jordan must've had a similar thought as he started crying.
"Please... I'll do anything. I just cant go to prison. Please!", he cried.
"Sorry man, but I cant help you.", I answered looking at him through the rearview mirror.
"Please...", he continued crying. "I'll do anything... do you need sexual relief? I'm supposedly good at it. Do you need someone to talk to? I'm a good listener."
I stayed silent. I felt somewhat pitty for him and his situation.
"Do you need someone to get drugs? I know some who have them.", he continued.
I looked at him concerned.
"Or do you want me as an insider? Or should I be your slave?"
I subconsciously moved an eyebrow and unfortunatly Jordan noticed it.
"What was it? The insider or the slave?", he asked with a grin.
I cleared my throat.
"How did you get in your situation? I mean I wouldnt choose to walk around in a latex suit covering everything but my head, dick and ass.", I asked.
"Changing the subject, I see.", he snickered. "I was drugged by some I considered friends. They stripped me, put me in this latex suit and cock cage. They also made sure that I dont get out by welding the zipper fully into the suit. They then brought me here, into a city I dont know to make me a sex slave. And they succeeded. I got addicted to sex and drugs over the last few months. It feels like I know more about the taste of dicks and cum than real food. It feels like I dont even remember how it feels to wear something else than latex."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I - I dont even know what to say.", I said.
"Say if it was the slave or the insider.", he laughed.
"Neither. Just a weird thought I sometimes have."
"Tell me about it."
I felt torn. He had the right appearance for my weird wish but he was just a stranger, even more a stranger I've just arrested. But I still had this feeling that I could tell him.
"Since I was in pre-school I was the tallest guy and even without working out I was pretty muscular.", I said. "And I dont know why as my family isnt tall at all. Since then I started to get this wish, to feel small. Even get somewhat humiliated."
It was a weird silence.
"I didnt see that coming.", Jordan said. "You, this hunk of a good looking man, wants to be humiliated. You want to be in my position?"
"Yeah, I do.", I said. "I just want to know how it feels."
"Well, I'd do anything to not go to prison but I dont know how much I could humiliate you."
He chuckled.
"I mean I'm 5' and you're like 6'3.", he added.
"6'5 to be precise.", I said. "I could have something that would change this situation. Only if you're down for it."
"I'd be doing it if it means that I wont go to prison, so yeah. Tell me, what is it you have."
I moved around in my seat, fearing his reaction to what I would tell him.
"I have a body swap item with me.", I told him.
He bursted out into laughs. It was almost contagious. Almost.
He slowly caught himself again.
"You cant be serious!", he looked at me. "Oh shit, you're serious."
"I dont know if it works but it could be your way out of prison if you do it with me for a short time. Its said to be reversible so we'd swap back after that session of ours.", I said.
He thought about it for a moment.
"Sure, why not. I always wondered how it felt to have a body as incredible as yours."
"Then its a deal.", I started the engine and drove us to an even more remote area of the city.
When we arrived I turned off the cruiser and got out. I opened the trunk of the cruiser and took a strange needle out of it. I closed it and opened Jordan's door. I pulled him out and pushed him into an abandoned alleyway.
I unlocked his handcuffs and he rubbed his wrists.
"So how does this work?", Jordan asked.
"We have to prick a finger each with this.", I held the needle in front of him. "Then the pricked tips have to touch and then we swap or transform into each other. That wasnt fully clear."
"Then lets do it.", he answered.
I took one of his fingers and pricked the tip. He let out a slight gasp. Then I pricked my finger and held it up. He pressed his finger against mine and I immediately felt a weird sensation, as if a force was pulling my whole body from my finger.
Jordan musst have felt it himself as he pulled his hand away. I looked at him and noticed that he started to grow, not just in height but also in terms of muscles. His latex suit got pulled thinner and thinner before it finally ripped in multiple places. The scraps of latex fell to the ground, revealing Jordans new muscular body that was still growing. I could immediately see that his muscles looked like mine. Jordan marveled at his new body, already smelling his armpits or feeling his abs. I looked down at his dick to see if it was growing too and it did. It was already straining against the cage before the cage sprung open and fell to the ground. Jordan's dick was the spitting image of mine and it was rock hard.
Jordan was almost the same height as me now and only his face looked different. A beard stubble was starting to grow on his cheeks as his bone structure started to morph into mine. His hair grew shorter and his eye color changed. It took only a few seconds and it was as if I was looking into a mirror. A naked mirror.
"This is incredible!", Jordan said feeling his biceps. "We could be twins right now! But shouldnt you look like me?"
"Yeah, I thought I would transform too but until now I only have this strange feeling.", right then the feeling changed and I started to shrink. While shrinking my uniform felt heavier and the gun holster looser every second and suddenly my pants, including my boxers, fell to the ground. My jacket and vest were huge on me, my hands didnt even stick out of the sleeve anymore and my dick was hidden behind the vest but I could feel how hard it was. It was almost painful.
I looked at Jordan and he had a huge grin on his face.
"Your manly face on my body wearing a uniform thats to big for you is just a funny sight to behold.", he said not letting go of his new muscles.
I started to feel my face change. The receding beard as well as the quickly growing hair tickled. With a faint plop I could hear my bones change and then the feeling vanished.
"Looks like I'm the officer now.", Jordan said.
He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up. I could feel my socks and boots slip off my feet before I felt the cold ground beneath my butt. Jordan had dropped me.
"Man this strength is crazy!", he exclaimed.
I coughed a few times, trying to get my throat to feel normal again.
Jordan grabbed my arms and quickly pulled the rest of the uniform off of my body. I was now sitting on the cold floor completely naked.
Jordan dropped the vest, jacket and undershirt. I could hear him breathing heavily.
"I havent worn real clothes for months.", I could hear him say to himself.
He picked up my boxers from my pants and looked at them in his hands. He quickly smelled them and let out a quiet moan before carefully slipping his legs through them. He pulled them up to his hips and took his time to position his new big dick in a comfortable place.
It looked like Jordan quickly forgot about me because of the uniform.
He continued by pulling my socks out of my boots before pulling them over his feet and muscular calves. He wiggled his toes and giggled.
He grabbed the undershirt and pulled it over his broad chest. I marveled at how great it fit him. I now saw that I truly knew how to show off my body.
He removed the gun holster from the belt before stepping into the pants. He closed the belt and added the holster back.
He grabbed the jacket and quickly put it on before adding the vest onto his torso.
The last thing left were the boots. He seemed to almost celebrate this. He grabbed them and slowly unlaced them. He relished stepping into them, I could see it. He tied them again and took a few steps.
"This feels so good. Wearing real clothes, a uniform even. And then wearing shoes again. No more barefoot in latex.", he said.
Standing before me really was the spitting image of me, officer Stephen Benson. An officer with a bright future, thinking about how he could do anything as me now made my dick even harder.
"What are you going to do with me, officer?", I asked trying to get his attention.
He helped me up before pushing me face first against the wall.
"You can be more than lucky I got my uniform back. Impersonating an officer is a serious crime!", he said.
I felt him rubbing his crotch against my back.
"That was all just a big misunderstanding sir!", I answered.
I suddenly felt how he put the handcuffs around my wrists on my back.
"Misunderstanding or not, you're going to jail.", he said.
I got nervous, was he just roleplaying or taking over my life. I wanted to be submissive but I didnt want to go to jail. The thought of him taking over made me even harder. My dick was pressing so hard against the dirty brick wall.
"You're lucky as I'm in need of sexual relief.", he turned me around to face him. "And you may not go to jail if you go down and do a thing for me."
Jordan had a devilish grin on my old face. I went down and he immediately pushed my face into my old crotch. I could smell the fabric as well as the stench of my old sweat. But most of all I could feel the outline of the beast inside the pants that was once mine.
He continued pressing my face into his crotch.
"Worship me. Worship my muscles and uniform!", he said.
I couldnt answer because my face was pushed so hard against his crotch but I managed to move my hands behind my back to get his attention there.
He bent himself over me to unlock one side of the handcuffs again.
I immediately moved my hands to his firm butt and squeezed it. My hands slowly ran down his legs, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric every time he flexed his legs. I knew that it should be wrong, worshipping your real body but it just felt so good.
My hands went down further, now slightly massaging his calves before I ran my hands over my combat boots he now wore. Touching the leather felt surprisingly good so I kept working on his feet. That combined with inhaling the musk of my old crotch and uniform felt intoxicating.
"Take it out and suck it!", I heard Jordan order with my old deep voice.
It sent chills down my spine knowing that I sounded like that before but now I wasnt in control of it or any other part of that body.
I opened the belt and pants and pulled out his dick. It was more than massive from my point of view and it was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum.
I opened my mouth and Jordan saw that as his opportunity to push the full 8 inches down my throat. I thought that I would have to throw up but this body had like no gag reflex anymore. I continued sucking on my old dick while Jordan controlled my speed by having his hands behind my head.
It felt weird and at first I didnt knew what to do but it only took a few seconds before the muscle memory kicked in and I started sucking like a pro. I could feel the veins pulsate in sync with Jordan's heartbeat. I used my tongue to play with it and I heard Jordan moan every now and then.
He suddenly grabbed my head more tightly before I felt his dick erupting in my mouth. I immediately started to swallow and tasted cum for the first time. The salty but still somewhat sweet taste was weird at first but it felt more normal with every string Jordan shot into my mouth.
"Dont spill.", he said panting.
I swallowed everything before he pulled me to my feet again. He turned me around again and I could immediately feel him running his dick along my ass. He pushed it in without warning but it didnt hurt at all.
"Damn, my hole was loose.", Jordan said. "I have more to give to you."
He pounded me hard but it still turned me on more. Knowing that the roles would be reversed in reality. I should be the muscular officer and Jordan should be this twink but right now I was living my phantasy.
His thrusts changed pace and I could feel how he prepared to unleash another load into me. He pushed me tight against the wall, his hands on my hips as I felt him shooting his warm and slimy masculine seed up my ass.
He pulled out and I felt him wiping off his dick on my butt cheeks.
I was covered in sweat but it felt great to have been used like this and I bet Jordan loved being a muscular officer too.
I was awaiting that he would unlock the handcuffs again so that we could swap back but he suddenly grabbed me with full force by my neck and threw me to the ground.
"You let something drip out of your ass!", he said firmly pointing at his feet. "Go on and clean my awesome combat boots."
I got on my knees and licked the cum off of my old boot. It tasted just like before, only that it had now dirt mixed into it. I was almost done licking as I felt a few finger intrude my butt. Jordan pulled them out again and tasted it.
"Damn man, this body tastes good.", he said.
Suddenly we both looked intensely at each other knowing exactly what caused it. It felt like a damn broke in our minds. My mind got flooded with the memories of Jordan and he probably got access to my memories.
"This- this changes everything!", he said.
He pulled me up.
I cleared my throat to sound manlier.
"Are you ready to change back? There are spare clothes in the trunk of the cruiser you can wear after that.", I said.
"No man.", he said.
"What do you mean, no?"
He pushed me against the wall again.
"You wanted to be me. You wanted to be humiliated and I agreed to escape prison.", he flashed me a quick smile. "But I'm the man now. I have the muscles. I wear the uniform. We'll do this my way now."
"But- but you cant just be a cop and do my job. I cant stay like this."
"You enjoyed being like this."
He gestured to my small, hard and slightly leaking dick.
"And I more than enjoyed being you.", he continued. "You have two options now, 'Jordan'. Keep complaining about swapping back and I'll send you to prison. Or get into the car and be me."
I stared at him in shock.
"It's Thursday, right?", he asked.
"Yes."
"Then lets make a deal. We stay like this till Sunday. If you then still want to swap back we'll do it. If you want us to stay like this we'll stay."
"Deal!"
He grabbed my balls tightly and I let out a loud, uncontrolled moan. He laughed.
"Good. I still have to be on my patrol for 2 more hours. So I'll leave you here. You wanted to be humiliated so you have to make a choice. Stay here until I come back to get you or look around searching for clothes. But if you do, time is running. I wont wait here for you when I'm finshed.", he said.
He laughed again and walked to the cruiser. He stepped into the driver seat, started the engine and left.
Only then I noticed that Jordan managed to place his old chastity cage on my dick.
I didnt fully understand how it got this far but I felt good. The humiliation was everything I always wanted but I still felt the urge to get my body back. I was excited to see what the last few days would bring.
This cage is not a punishment, boy, itâs a reward.
When youâre tied here, gagged and blindfolded, itâs not because I want to punish you, itâs because you have proven yourself worthy.
Donât ever think otherwise.
If you were not worthy I wouldnât be investing all this time and effort on you. This is the price we pay to get what we want, and what we want is your complete submission to me.
This cage and this gag are a reward and a journey, and they are not for everyone.
You want this, and if you didnât you wouldnât be here. I want this, and if I didnâtâŠ. you wouldnât be here.
Weâre both together in this, working on your submission, working against the man in you that fights against the slave, that tries to keep the slave down and prevent it from coming out to take his space in the world.
This is not me against you, this is you and me against that man. This is me as a Master and you as a slave, fighting against you as a man. Weâre fighting him.
And weâre winning.
Every time you come here, we manage to break you down a little more. We destroy another piece of your mind and your will and take off another layer, getting you closer and closer to the slave we know you can be.
To the slave you desperately want to be.
This is your journey and you are the one taking it. Iâm just your guide and your companion, but every step you take towards enslavement, every step in the way to perfect, pure submission, youâre the one taking it.
This journey will happen all under your will until thereâs no will left on you. This is all a choice you make freely, until youâre not free to make any choices, until there is no choices or freedom left in you.
Until there is no you left in you.
And I⊠I will guide you down this road, make you a slave, make you my slave, give you what we both want and take every step with you, showing you the way, because this is my reward.
You are my reward, you and your submission and your existence as my slave, as my man, as my trophy. I know it and I want it and Iâm willing to put the work it takes.
Because youâre worth it.
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Lying on his stomach in their sweaty gear he remembered Dylanâs text reply:
âItâs better than a hogtie.â When Jack asked if it was similar. Dylan was right- it was better. Jack had been fantasizing about this exact scenario for months ever since he had laid eyes on them.
Jack got to Coltonâs place and saw Dylan was already there.Â
âWhatâs up? Colton said raising an eyebrow looking at him with intentional desire. Both Colton and Dylan were shirtless and just freeballing in their mesh shorts.
âI know whatâs upâ Dylan said rubbing Jackâs dick. âYouâre already getting hardâ He laughed.
You ready? Colton asked Jack as the 3 of them walked to Coltonâs bedroom.
âYeah, but itâs the first time Iâve done any real bondage with anyone as I said beforeâŠ. Iâm 26âŠ. better late than never hahaâ. He laughed somewhat nervously.
Donât worry, youâre in good hands. Now put our gear on.â Colton said tossing Jack his mesh soccer shorts they wore at games and Dylanâs sweatpants from a gym bag.â Jack saw 3 long climbing ropes hanging from the wall waiting for him as he entered the room. âThatâs a lot of rope, maybe itâs too muchâŠ.?
âYou can never have enough ropeâ Colton said as Dylan looked at him slyly.
With those words they were all getting really hard.Â
Colton had been wanting to do some real bondage play for a while. He remembered his days as a frat boy back in that conservative southern college town and lusting over the guys on his baseball team but never having the courage or know how to find out if they were gay, bi or even kinky.Â
But now the 27 year old had moved to LA and joined a gay soccer league. Young, athletic, attractive, confidently out and with ropework experience thanks to his ex boyfriend and various internet tutorials; he was ready to get a group of regular playmates together. It was only a matter of time before they all found eachother.
âAnd put this on too.â He said tossing jack their soccer club shirt. Jack got undressed. Dylan and Colton both saw his full mast 7 inch cock as Jack pulled his underwear down to free ball in Coltonâs shorts. They had admired him on the field in those first few days when he joined the league about a month ago but they didnât know he was that large. Dylan always stole a peak whenever Jack joined them at the sports bar after games. They were all attracted to each other.
âWoah! Dude- youâre really hungâŠ.. and thick too. Itâs a shame youâre a bottom.â Dylan said. âI would def take a ride on that.â He added.
âYou should then.â Jack told invited him confidently raising an eyebrow.
âHeâs a cocky bastard, I think we need to tape that dirty mouth of his shutâ Colton stated as he duct taped Jackâs mouth. Incredibly aroused by his predicament Jack was now tenting.
âCanât forget the toys. Bought this especially for you bro.â Colton said slipping down the shorts and sweatpants and slipping on a vibrating cock ring controlled remotely. He slipped down to the base. âThatâs gotta be a bit tight for that thick cock but I bet it feels good.â He said with a stroke.
Dylan lubed up a vibrating butt plug and slipped it up Jackâs backside slowly.Â
âmMMMMMMHHHMMMmmmâ Jack pleasurably groaned into the tape as his eyes rolled back and precum started leaking from his cock.
âWoah- dude! Donât cum yet. Weâre only getting startedâ Dylan laughed as he pulled up the sweatpants over the shorts.
âSuch a horny broâ Colton teasingly said as he grabbed the ropes and started winding it around his arms creating a climbing rope armbinder.Â
Dylan admired the tent enormous tent Jack was making and slowly stroked him through his pants and kissing his thigh carefully to make sure not to make him blow yet. Since he was down there Dylan grabbed a second rope and wound it around his mid-section to make a crotch harness, ensuring the butt plug wouldnât somehow slip out. He tied a knot off securely just under the curvature of Jacks butt cheek.Â
âMMmm! mmmmâŠâ Jack muffled with a start as the rope was pulled taught against his crack pressing his plug firmly up against his prostate gland which had already grown as if on cue the second it touched his hole.
Even with the sweatpants on the rope riding up his crack accentuated the shape of Jackâs little bubble butt. âDamn- theyâre good!â Thought Jack.
Dylan knew a bit about rope techniques too being a member of the rock climbing club back in college. Colton and Dylan gave his ass a few playful spanks. âOh man, we want to fuck you so bad right now, but weâll have to wait a while.âÂ
Outlined by the rope Dylan couldnât help but teasingly and softly kiss Jackâs penis through the sweatpants. That distracted him from Colton, who was now working his way up his chest, wrapping the rope up around his upper arms and shoulders, finishing off the first layer.
âMmmmhhmmâ Jack encouraged both of them through the tape.
They laid him face down on the bed as they both worked together tying his arms, chest, legs with the remaining ropes.Â
They worked quickly and efficiently; making secure and tight double column ties with the climbing ropes with each layer. Jack was so hard now from his helpless inescapable situation he started precumming slowly from the friction with the bed on his dick and the butt plug rubbing against his prostate as he playfully struggled against Colton and Dylanâs restraint.Â
âStruggle all you want but youâre not going anywhere.â Colton roleplayed. âFuck, you make a hot sub Jack!â Dylan observed out loud. Now he was tenting in his shorts too. All of them wereÂ
As a final touch for his gear Colton got his new shoes out which had an arousing smell of a brand new lockerroom and rubber.Â
âYouâre going to like these.â He said as he held them to Jackâs nose making him smell the intoxicating scent. âSmells good, doesnât it?â They put them on and tied the laces together (an idea Dylan had gotten from one of those college prank videos on YouTube)Â
Colton tied his feet together while noting as he secured the rope on his feet and tied it in a know around the ropes of his arms, pulling it taut so his feet were raised in the air. Â âThank god you have these shoes on otherwise weâd be tickling the shit out of your feet right now. Youâve got huge feet btw; which makes sense since you have a big dick.â He noted smirking at Dylan suggestively.Â
âWeâll save that for later.â Dylan replied as he blindfolded Jack.
They finally got 4 yellow nylon tie down straps out to secure him to the bed as a final layer of restriction. They tightened the tie downs to the bed frame underneath and strapped him down ratcheting them securely. The 7 or so tie downs ratchet straps pressed Jack down firmly into the mattress, He could here them clicking them into place and locking him down to the bed in a way he had never been restrained before. MMMmmpphh! Mmmmpph! He slightly protested and tried to struggle wondering if they were too tight. He was completely immobile now. âFuck! I canât move an inch!â He thought to himself.
When they were done, after what seemed like 30 minutes of endless rope and securing him in place, switch Dylan and alpha dom Colton went off to play video games for a few hours where the winner got to edge the loser.
âWeâll be back after Call of Duty. Save some cum for usâ Colton said with a hot snicker. He pick up a remote control and switched on the vibrating cock ring first planning to alternate it with a vibrating butt plug.Â
They went to the living room and left Jack. Dylanâs mesh soccer shorts felt amazing against his hard dick. After a only a few seconds on the vibrating cockring buzzing around his dick all Jack could do was bury his head in Coltonâs bed and moan loudly into the tape as he had a first powerful orgasm. He instinctively thrusting his hips (or at least trying to as much he could barely move) against the straps holding him down with each gush of cum. He came hard in Dylanâs soccer shorts and Coltonâs sweatpants, probably one of the most powerful orgasms heâd had in months in fact. He was so aroused he didnât even loose his erection after cumming.
Dylan and Colton looked at each other with pleased smiles as they sat down on the couch in the living room and loaded up Call of Duty after they heard his orgasmic moans. They were both sporting tents in their shorts. â Nice tent dude.â Dylan said stroking Coltons cock. âThis is so awesome already. Itâs like 100x better than any porn. I am so glad you suggested this at the bar last week after the gameâ Dylan said.
âWell Jack was checking us out on the field. And my kinkdar went off when he complimented me on my mesh soccer shorts heâs in now. And heâs a sub into tons of stuff which is really cool.âÂ
âNow Jack is getting jacked remotely hahaâ Said Dylan with a laugh amused by himself.
âYeah and Iâve already got something in mind for him next weekend that will make this look like a warm up.â Colton noted.
âAwesome!â Dylan said with anticiaption
Moments later from the bedroom they heard another pleasurable moan as Jack released his second orgasm. More intense than his first one:Â
MMMMPPFFHHHH!! MMMHHMMmm! MMmmmmmmâŠ.
âHeâs soaking our gearâŠâ Dylan said with a deviant smile
âTotallyâ Colton smirked again
âThis is so hot. OK my turnâ Dylan said grabbing the remote and switching on the butt plug. âBro- put them both on the lowest setting so he has some loads for us after weâre done playing.â Colton ordered.
Done with what?⊠The game or edging?â Dylan ask suggestively.Â
âBothâ Colton said with a devilish smile
They could barely focus on the game. As they edged each other they thought about the real game boy waiting for them in the bedroom.
They never thought in a million years any of them would go from being teammates to playmates but joining a soccer league with the name âMetro Devilâsâ itâs not surprising they did.
A bit long but just a story I have from my personal collection I hope some of my followers will like ;)Â
The young realtor had been a bit over eager to make the sale on this property, and the home owner wasnât thrilled when the deal fell through. The owner decided to spice up the deal by offering to throw in the realtor as a bonus to an interested Daddy. The walk through video ends with a close up of this young slave-to-be begging to set free.
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