And of course, the fag was put into a holding cell. Officer Hunt thought he’d get a kick out of duct taping the faggot’s mouth clean shut, keeping the cuffs on behind his back, writing in permanent marker “faggot” on his forehead, and telling the boys to have fun.
Your eyes are telling me you want me to touch your cock, boy. Don’t worry, I will…
But first, let me use that leftover tape to restrain you juuuuust a little better… because whether you want it or not, my teasing touch wíll make you struggle.
All he wanted was a hand-job… a blow-job, maybe… he never agreed to become this guy’s bound and helpless boy toy! Wonder how he’ll cope with the reality that it will be several more days of captivity before he’s allowed to cum??
Martin expected the lads to untie him after the game but it finished hours ago.
Courtesy of TieGuyWNY
Owww how I’d love to have a muzzle put on me like that :)
Patrick didn’t have a problem convincing his photography class’s resident meathead to team up for the mid-term project. And while his classmate had a problem posing as Patrick’s model for 48 hours straight, he couldn’t say much about it with all the ducttape wrapped around his mouth.
Freddie squirmed some more, straining and pulling at his bonds until they bit into his ankles, into his wrists. Had the guy been some kind of fucking Eagle Scout or something?
He’d been down on the thin dorm-room carpet for about half an hour now, ever since he’d rolled his way off the bed, but they weren’t any looser, and Freddie was starting to panic. He’d started lazily browsing CL ads when his insistent morning wood woke him up at 9ish. He’d answered the guy’s ad (“You a college dude curious about losing control?”), and the guy had showed up by 9:30, and the, well… “stuff” they did probably took what, an hour? How long does is take for a guy to sweet talk you into letting him tie you up? How long does it take him to plug your ass repeatedly with the dildo he had brought, the dildo that was thick and black and veiny and smeared with shimmering lube, and that was still sitting on your bed—openly, obscenely, accusingly?
Freddie struggled again, trying to arch up and get a view of the alarm clock by his bed, but he couldn’t. 9:30 plus an hour of “stuff” plus the interminable half-hour since the guy smirked down at him and left without a word meant that it was probably around 11:00, which meant that his roommate Jordan’s morning lab—the whole reason Freddie could sleep in late and let his dick wake him up—would be ending in 15 minutes. Then another 15 minutes for Jordan to walk back to their dorm, which meant that Freddie had 30 minutes to figure this out, to get out of this, maybe even more time if Jordan stopped for lunch or—
The door clicked open.