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CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB
THE BOI & THE ALPHA
CHAPTER 21 - COMING TO TERMS
I don't think I can accurately convey the full depth of what I felt during those first few moments of unplanned solitude. Not only because I lacked the words to do my experience justice, but because to this day, I still have trouble wrapping my mind around the jumble of emotions that assaulted me.
I was still struggling with the large gag by the time my towering host had hurriedly marched his leathery frame out the front door. I had tried halting the cumbersome intrusion by digging my teeth into its rubbery flesh, but the gargantuan strongman's leather-clad fingers had made short work of my valiant efforts.
The gag's front buckle had been pulled snug, filling my oral cavity with the hefty pecker and ensuring the complete and total suppression of my would-be calls for help.
Erick had apologised for the preventative measure, but his solemn words and condoling manner did little in the way of dissuading my panic. The oversized bulb very commandingly pushed its way into the back of my mouth, and the smothering embrace of heavily padded leather instantly grew manifest around my face.
I shook my head 'no' and tried rejecting the debilitating intrusion, but my chivalrous captor merely flashed me a look of sympathy with those dark brown eyes of his, and then reassured me with the promise of a timely return before hastily making his way out the front door. Then he was off in that godawful smelly Jeep of his. And I was very much alone.
The effortlessness with which the bearded hunk's leathery fingers wielded the gag and swiftly had it secured around my face hinted at years' worth of prior experience. Erick had obviously used this particular contraption on numerous victims and grown confident enough in its abilities to entrust my mouth to it in his absence. In a sense, it was an extension of his will, though I admittedly didn't draw much satisfaction from that. At least, not initially.
Quite the opposite, actually. I spent most of those initial minutes vehemently struggling against the unyielding rope prison and shaking my head in a panicked attempt at being rid of the frightening pecker.
I panicked, writhed, cried out and then struggled some more. It continued like that until finally, I was breathless and left with no other choice than to halt my pointless struggle and just focus on breathing. My chest heaved. The sound of rushing air filled my ears - and the entire room - as I noisily fought for air and struggled to quell the burning of my lungs.
Though the gag was not designed to hinder breathing, the size and heft of the annoyingly well-padded face piece left me glaringly aware of the fact that being on the petite side came with its fair share of disadvantages. The generously-padded, face-engulfing front piece clung to my cheeks and lips and just barely cleared my nostrils. Every inhale came with the overpowering scent of leather, and every exhale was marked by a dissonant rush of air.
My partially obstructed airways flared open again, hungrily feeding more air into my lungs even as I cursed the poignant smell and angrily lamented the burly intrusion that so completely filled my mouth. "Mmmnnpphhhh!"
I calmed down quite a bit after the first ten minutes or so. Not only due to the constant smothering and the taxing amount of effort required to properly fill my lungs up, but also due to the realisation that this wasn't actually so bad.
Sure, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind for a first time being tied up, but as the minutes slowly dragged on, I couldn't help but come to terms with the fact that I was basically living one of my fantasies. That of being a prisoner.
Though I'd been in contact with Erick for over a month now and though we'd been on several dates together, much of him - and his background - remained somewhat of a mystery. I'm not saying I thought of him as a stranger. I'm just saying that he still presented the right amount of unknown to slightly trigger that cautionary sense of danger. Just enough of it to make our interactions really exciting.
Add to that the fact that what I actually did know about him was just out of this world enticing. From his stunning looks and musculature, to the forceful citizen's arrests, the insane rope skills, the crazy foot odour and his unapologetically arousing propensity for wearing what he jokingly referred to as kidnap gloves - all of it just had me utterly spellbound.
Erick had assured me that he'd gone easy on me and that my restraints were laxer and more permissive than what he was usually in the habit of imposing. But even as I lay there, looking down at my own outrageously well-sausaged self, I couldn't help but be equal parts mesmerised and freaked out by the sheer tightness of his ropework.
The interconnected web of ropes he'd spun wasn't just symmetrical and aesthetic; it was inexplicably flawless. Every part of my naked body, from my ankles all the way up to my bony shoulders, was clad in a labyrinthian maze of jet-black rope. Every movement I made, every squirm, even just moving one of my wrists or trying to spread my knees apart, caused the entire netting to shift.
Each strand would pull on the next, until finally, the punishing harness which had been built around my crotch unfailingly responded by immediately closing in on itself. It was infuriating to the extreme.
The colossal-limbed behemoth had packaged me up as though I were the most slippery and most dangerous of hardened criminals. And yet, this was apparently his way of going "easy" on someone. Of course, my mind quite naturally became plagued with somewhat darker thoughts. I wondered what his not going easy on someone might actually look like.
Anyways, the one thing that really struck me about the excessive entrapment my stupendously brawny captor had seen fit to impose was its unexpected long-term viability. I'd been stuck in this maddeningly strict web of ropes for several hours by that point, and still, none of my limbs ached, and none of my joints felt sore.
I had, of course, fully come to expect discomfort. I'd been told countless times that it sort of came with the territory. Generally speaking, unless the restraints were minimal, the less experienced the one doing the tying was, the more physical discomfort and soreness the one being tied should anticipate. The fact that no such pain or numbness gnawed at my bare body spoke volumes about my gallant host's substantial experience, both as a captor and as a serious bondage-giver.
Erick's ropework was strict, but it was strict everywhere so as to evenly distribute the pressure instead of having it all focused around certain joints or areas. The only part of my body that ached was the damnable boner that angrily stood up past the body-hugging confines of my unyielding rope prison. I tried, more times than I can count, to sort of manoeuvre my hands away from my outer thighs and inch them closer to my crotch, but the angry thing was downright unreachable! Even worse, the infuriating crotch harness immediately punished my every attempt.
I swear, it was enough to make even the sanest of prisoners go mad!
I spent quite a bit of time slowly writhing around in a futile bid to reach my own crotch, but the endeavour was utterly pointless. The overpowering scent that wafted up my hindered airways did little to quell the fire that animated my unappeased manhood. But perhaps more than anything, it was the sound of my own voice that kept me fully erect and throbbing.
I just lay there, on my back; my hopelessly well-trussed-up form hugged on both sides by the tremendous loft of Erick's absurdly thick and proposterously strong-smelling duvet. To my left sat the dauntingly large, cock-sleeve-mounted vibrating wand he had previously set out to charge. And atop my lower face sat a torturously smothering gag. A gag that not only occupied the entire cavity of my mouth, but that also filled my nose with a powerful scent reminiscent of the bearded strongman's infamous kidnap gloves. It was like torment and ecstasy tangled into one unbearable moment.
I remember letting out a tentative groan. Then another, and another. As the sound of my own heavily muffled voice and laboured sniffs gradually grew more familiar to my ears, I drew a strange satisfaction from the knowledge that my cries for help were going unheard. No, wait. Not satisfaction. More like...thrill, excitement and perhaps even deep contentment.
"Hhhgmmpphh! Hhhhhhhggmmpph!" I yelled, this time a lot louder and with the intent of really giving the gag a serious run for its money. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath. The air that noisily kept flooding into my nose stank not only of leather but of Erick's poignant duvet. I screamed, and this time I mean really really screamed. I called for help - yelling my lungs out in an entirely simulated need to desperately alert the neighbours.
I wanted out. I needed out. I wanted to be rescued, to be heard. And yet I legitimately revelled in the knowledge that I wouldn't be rescued and that I couldn't be heard.
I cried out, again and again; filling the room with muffled screams and growing more excited at the sound of my failure to negotiate passage past Erick's giant gag. My vehement calls for help were soon enough followed by uncontrollable bouts of muffled laughter before the laborious and very noisy flaring of nostrils predictably ensued.
I was overjoyed, overexcited, overstimulated and quite literally over the moon at how utterly entrapped, helpless and downright impotent I was. I was alone, trussed up beyond reason, on the bed of a frighteningly burly man I'd only met a few weeks ago. Nobody knew where I was, nobody could hear my muffled screams for help, and nobody would come looking for me. I was a prisoner in Erick's home. And I was loving every minute of it.
Sigh. But you know what they say about good things, right? All good things must come to an end, or at least so the saying goes.
I was still in the midst of joyously screaming my heart out and having the time of my life when the rattling of keys and what sounded like the front door being unlocked suddenly greeted my ears.
Something was wrong. Erick might have reached the emergency vet clinic by now – if he was driving fast - but there was no way in hell he could have made the trip back in this short a time! Even driving at twice the speed limit, it simply wouldn't have been possible. Something was definitely wrong.
My body instinctively stiffened, and my mind immediately began conjuring up possible explanations for my host's unexpectedly early return. Had he faked the whole thing? Created a scene with Rufus just for the sake of exciting me? Was all this just some sort of elaborate game? Possibilities flashed before me, but none of them made any sense. I had heard the vet call, had seen the genuinely unsettled reaction in my host's face, and had heard the dog's distress. This hadn't been faked. It couldn't have.
Then, another possibility instantly flashed before me. A plausible one. A frightening one. I stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide, body stiff with apprehension. I gulped. What if...what if this wasn't Erick? What if it was someone else?
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Raises Hand and volunteers to be the "Someone Else" to go in a keep Jake company while Erich is gone and possibly longer if needed by the Author to take Erich place as a Stand in DOM for a few weeks. Heck I'll even feed him and take him in and sit on the toilet so he can do his business, and the the Bidet to clean his ass and shower him. After 2 months w/o a shower Jake's pretty ripe. 🌬
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
That cliffhanger, certainly a sir @bondagefreak trademark. Excited for the next chapter! Haha would really love to see more of Erick though. Cant get enough of him and his foot odour yet.
I'm glad you continue this story! This chapter is great! I'm extremely curious to know who the person who just walked in could be...
I can't wait for the next chapter!
Oh man, looks like litte Jake might be meeting someone new. Since he is so new to the bondage play, I truly don't think this was planned by Erich. Looking forward to learning who it is!
Spending some time alone, bound, gagged and left by his captor must have been quite an experience for Jake... I certainly hope it's Erick who is back...
A very hot chapter! I loved the screaming into the gag because he knows no one will come to save him. Very exciting!!!
As for the new comer, I think Erik called in one of his buddies to baby sit his prisoner. I don’t think is the kind of guy to leave his house unlocked, even when in a rush. He is also too caring to leave his prisoner all alone on his first real BDSM experience. I’m excited to see if I’m right!
Here’s my predictions! I think it’s possible it could be an Erick fake out… I mean it’s very much in the style of Bondagefreak writing to do so… but logically it’s just not possible. The motive doesn’t make sense with all the pieces we have. But… it can’t be someone breaking in because they have keys? If it was Erick would’ve had to drop them on the way out. The chances of that don’t make sense a robber comes up to the door, finds keys and fiddles with them. Erick cares too much about his sub, he definitely asked someone to watch his sub. But the question what is this mystery man’s personality? Will he abuse the power? Will he watch hard? Does Erick have some secret cameras on and he is really testing the friend. Will the friend up in bondage too? Idk? It seems like Erick is the type to tie up any living being. Also? Will the friend of Erick readjust the baby sub to have him tighter?
I know I'm late, but I voted "Yes" on the poll. Having Erick as a Dom who's so caring and loving, I wouldn't mind if I was in Jake's position. Great story, sir @bondagefreak !
bond_G wrote: 1 day ago
I know I'm late, but I voted "Yes" on the poll. Having Erick as a Dom who's so caring and loving, I wouldn't mind if I was in Jake's position. Great story, sir @bondagefreak !
Hey @bond_G. Oh, you're not late at all. We're just getting to the fun bits. As is tradition, I went ahead and added your name to the tag list, that way, you'll be notified every time a new chapter is posted. Glad to hear you voted yes on the story poll, though from the fact that you wrote "I wouldn't mind" it definitely sounds like a soft yes rather than an enthusiastic one
When you have time and should you feel like it, take a look at the COMPATIBILITY GAME THREAD. Even if you're new to the forum and haven't read most of my stories yet, it might be interesting to see who your best matches are. It might also give me an idea of what you like/dislike and help me recommend certain stories based on your interests.
Special thanks for the warm reception, guys! I know many of you are quite busy and haven't yet found the time to catch up to the latest chapter, but I'm going to go ahead and give you guys a second chapter to catch up to.
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CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG SUB
THE BOI & THE ALPHA
CHAPTER 22 - AN OMINOUS INTRUSION
My body instantly froze when the rattling of keys was heard. My adamant screams fell silent and my breathing grew shallow. I heard the front door unlock, heard the thump of what sounded like booted footsteps, and then picked up a faint noise that seemed oddly similar to that which usually accompanied my towering host's movements. Leather, and lots of it.
Though I was admittedly a little puzzled by my musclebound captor's early return, the relief I felt was quite palpable. Even though a fair distance separated the bedroom from the main entryway, I could definitely hear the discordant creaking of his noisy jacket and could readily pick up the angry groaning of what I assumed to be his "kidnap" gloves. Those sounds had been absent from my life and completely alien to me a mere month ago. Now they felt almost...homey, for lack of a better term.
Anyways, satisfied with the knowledge that my burly host had returned, I clearly remember breathing out a sigh of relief. Only thing is, it wasn't my burly host. The moment I heard a voice coming from the hallway, my eyes went wide in panic, and I knew that I had erred. The voice was deep and irrefutably masculine, similar to Erick's, though not quite as smooth and definitely more gravelly. Whoever it was, it most certainly was not my Erick!
I listened rather intently as the sound of the intruder's throaty voice echoed in the distance. It didn't take long for me to realise that he was speaking over the phone. His words left few clues as to what the conversation was about, but still, I listened.
"Yeah, I get it...Nah, man, don't worry...Haha, nah, it's not a problem. Yeah. Uh-huh...Alright, that sounds good...Yeah, that's fine. Alright dude. See you later." Then the phone conversation ended, and only an eerie silence remained.
The thud of a heavy bag being dropped to the floor ensued. The jingle of keys landing on the small entryway table met my ears. Heavy footsteps and the increasingly noisy groan of leather betrayed the intruder's slow approach. Then he was standing there, in the bedroom doorway, looking directly at me. Our eyes met - mine brimming with fear, shame and embarrassment. His, brimming with deadly confidence and something quite possibly darker.
"So, you're the little twerp Erick's recently been goin' on about." he spoke, his sharp, almost condescending tone made uncomfortably unsettling due to the cold and clearly assessing manner in which he allowed his steady gaze to pierce my own. Whoever he was, he did not seem particularly impressed.
The man who stood before me was young. Most likely a bit older than I was, but definitely younger than Erick. It was hard to put my finger on an exact number, but if I had to guess, I would say mid to late twenties, possibly thirty at the very most.
Though his stature was fairly average and his build looked similarly moderate, the man had a definite studly presence about him – an aura of intensity, if you will. Perhaps it partially came down to the fact that I was fully naked and very much embarrassed to be seen in such a state, but even had I been properly clothed and free of rope, there was just something about him I knew I would've found really quite unsettling.
The blond stubble lining his broad jaw and lower face gave the intruder a certain rugged appeal, and the unflinching, almost feral glint in his eyes hinted at a predatory nature.
He moved through the chilly room like a wolf in a butcher’s shop - silent, assured, deadly. He approached the bed; slowly, deliberately – his manner much like that of a hungry predator slowly closing in on its next meal.
The discordant creaking of overlapping leather grew more intense and more prominent as the distance between us shrank. The threatening, jet-black garb adorning his reasonably tallish frame did little in the way of softening his daunting aura. Quite the opposite, in fact. It added a sharp edge to his already imposing presence.
I watched as he slowly and very calculatingly closed the distance between us. Then he was towering over me, standing right next to the bed, violating me with those probing eyes and silently taking in every inch of my stark naked body.
I shifted around uncomfortably beneath the searing hot intensity of his stare, but the strict rope cage silently mocked my feeble attempts at granting myself minimal modesty. The intruder's eyes noted my uneasy shifting, but he said nothing to appease my discomfort. His eyes lingered on my erect cock for far too long before slowly trailing up my navel, chest and exposed neck. I shivered beneath his gaze and felt utterly powerless beneath its invisible weight.
I gulped in fear when he sat himself onto the bed; the angry creaking of his noisy leather filling my ears even as the thick comforter caved in to accommodate the weight of his seated frame. Sheening jet-black fingers commandingly reached down to cup my chin. The grip was neither harsh nor tentative, but so irrefutably assertive. I dared not pull away.
Hungry eyes pierced into the depths of my soul before both sides of my face ended up being very carefully and very meticulously inspected. I felt like a piece of meat.
"Hmm. Not bad." the gravelly-voiced intruder then spoke, after what felt like an eternity of silence. "Cute little face. I can see why Erick might like you." he coolly added, slowly removing his gloved fingers from my chin and allowing them to slowly trail down towards the chunky collar adorning my neck.
Though the feeling of apprehension was still very much alive in me, I must admit to having garnered some small amount of relief upon hearing him utter my host's name. They knew each other, apparently well enough for Erick to have divulged the nature of our relationship, or at the very least, professed an interest in me. I'd be lying if I said something about that didn't make my heart flutter.
"What's your name, boy?" the leather-clad stud finally asked, his deep, gravelly voice drawing me out of my stupor and causing an openly quizzical expression to drape itself across my features. Surely he was not blind to the hefty gag adorning my face!
"You have one, I presume?" he spoke again, casting me a fiercely expectant look, as though thoroughly unmoved by my impeachment and wholly oblivious to my plight.
"Mmhhpphh phhmmph." I responded, my words rendered completely indecipherable by the debilitatingly large plug Erick had deemed fit to equip my mouth with. The stubble-jawed predator didn't look the least bit impressed.
"What? Speak up, boy." he frowned, making his clear dissatisfaction known by raising a golden eyebrow and flashing me a transparently reproving look.
I hated the sound of my own heavily muffled voice. Alone, I had revelled in it and screamed my lungs out precisely with the intent of hearing it. In front of this unwelcome spectator, however, the thrill that came with hearing my own inability to communicate was long gone. It was degrading and outright humiliating. But apparently that was the whole point.
Though I was new to the world of BDSM, I was astute enough to realise that the leather-clad predator knew as much. He wanted me to speak, and he wanted me to fail. Still, I felt compelled to obey him. My submissive nature demanded it.
"Mmmhh gmmphh phhh ggmpphh phhhh." I told him, articulating as clearly as the cavity-filling intrusion allowed me to, in the hopes of somehow getting out a respectful "My name is Jake, Sir."
Naturally, the heavily leathered stud understood absolutely nothing of my response. No hint of amusement or discernible sympathy lined his cold features even as I lifted the back of my head up off the pillow and angrily shook my face around in a desperate bid to be free of the insufferably fat pecker.
"Well, that's a fucked up name." was the only audible response I received before the noisy creaking of leather once again alerted me to the hawk-eyed intruder's calculated movements.
I was still looking up at the ceiling and breathing heavily through my nose when the embrace of leathery fingers very assertively took hold of my achingly erect shaft. I yelped and let out a muffled plea in the hopes that the hand would recuse itself, but the instinctive bucking of my hips did little to dissuade the leathery grip which so confidently lay claim to my manhood.
"Since your Master asked me to come here and keep an eye on you, I might as well have a bit of fun while he's away." the stud purred, ignoring both the panicked expression I bore and the inadvertently mixed signals I was sending. That's basically how I got my first real taste of what it meant to be helpless. Erick's friend wanted to play with me. And so, play with me he would.
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Oh man, what a handsome newcomer! He looks so hot in his leather outfit...
Even though he looks young, he seems to know well how to deal with a prisoner; his strong language and making the gagged sub attempt to speak prove that he is a real alpha male! I hope he will tell us more about himself...
Oh wow! The latest two chapter is a blast, love your scream Jake, keep screaming buddy you are living your dream . The foreshadowed buddy of Erick also finally appeared, his little praise for Jake is nice, but nothing can beat being manhandled by him, highest compliment for sure!
Well fuck me running, this character is way too fucking hot. I have a feeling from this chapter alone that Ryan, Matt and Zack are going to competition for my favorite character.
His entrance, the way he eyed up Jake like a piece of meat. This man seems like he has sadistic tendencies when he doms and I’m totally here for it.
bondagefreak wrote: 14 hours ago
"Well, that's a fucked up name." was the only audible response I received before the noisy creaking of leather once again alerted me to the hawk-eyed intruder's calculated movements.
The continued asking for his name with the gag only to reply with this turned me on way more than I like to admit. I don’t know who this man is, but I am more than envious of Jake right now. I cannot wait for the next chapter!!!
There's no way that's what Erick meant when he asked his friend to look after Jake! Granted, it is extremely hot to have this mysterious leather stud show up and assert his dominance, I don't think Erick will be too happy if things continue where this cliffhanger left off!
"Well, that's a fucked up name." I got a really good chuckle out of this part. I love asking sub questions they can't answer when properly gagged. It's so fun when I make up own interpretation of what they are trying to say Even for those times the gag is less strict and I can make out just enough of what they are saying if I listen hard enough
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. The foreshadowed buddy of Erick also finally appeared, his little praise for Jake is nice, but nothing can beat being manhandled by him, highest compliment for sure!
Even for those times the gag is less strict and I can make out just enough of what they are saying if I listen hard enough