Story – ‘How To Teach A Straight Boy A Lesson’ Part 1

I think the most important thing I could possibly tell you is that I’m straight.

The idea of anything involving my asshole or another guy’s cock repulses me beyond imagination. I like pussy, end of story. I’ve always been attracted to cute little blonde girls, and the more the let me walk all over them the better. Unfortunately, I seem to go through girlfriends faster than a roll of Charmin.

Anyways, one girl I dated for a while was named Maggie. She was about 5’2″ with bleach blonde hair and a nice rack, so basically my type. We met at the local bar, Twenty Two, one of my favorite haunts, and ended up going back to my place. Needless to say, it was a good night if you know what I mean. After that, we kept seeing each other for a while, but then I met Alexa — who had way better boobs and a smaller waist. I was pysched, Alexa was into me, right off the bat we started sleeping together, and Maggie was out of the picture.

Or so I thought.
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I was meeting Alexa at Twenty Two for drinks and hopefully taking her back to my apartment afterward. I had on a pair of nice, dark jeans, a light blue button-up with a white T-shirt underneath, and my most expensive brown leather shoes. My long, dark hair hung around my face in perfectly messy waves, and even in the low light of the bar my bright blue eyes stood out from my tanned skin. I knew I looked good, and Alexa obviously realized it too.

She was sitting up at the bar, sipping at some fruity cocktail that was inevitably going on my tab, looking smoking hot in this little black number I couldn’t even begin to describe. My cock nearly jumped for joy at the very sight of her. I got into the seat next to her, ordered some vodka on the rocks, and just when I was about to start sweet-talking her, she put her hand over mine.

“Seth,” she said quietly, a devious smile on her lips. “Let’s not waste our time here, alright? Come on. Let’s go back to your place.”

Magic words. I instantly leapt off my seat like my ass had been burned, grabbed her arm and steered her out the front door. We’d just passed the convenience store nearby when two pairs of arms reached out from a dark alley and pulled me in.

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I, obviously, shrieked in terror like a little girl as they threw me to the ground. A swift kick to the gut had me gasping for breath but successfully shut me up. One of the pairs of hands wrestled my arms behind my back and handcuffed them there. My panic only increased, my screams resuming.
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Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 47

The gas mask is clearly evidence of this fit muscle boy’s desire to be kept in bondage…

…however, he needs to lose the jacket and a collar needs to be locked onto his neck…

…his wrists should be chained behind his back…

…and then he could be restrained like this…

…or maybe have his ‘swagger’ knocked out of him with a little public humiliation…like this…

…what would you do to him?

Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 22

This guy is already in the right position to be restrained.

Lock some heavy steel manacles around his wrists and chain them to the bar above his head. Spread his ankles wide and chain them to the wooden posts. Lock a heavy steel collar around his neck. Fix a chain to each side of the collar and stretch them to the posts on either side and padlock them in place.

Anything else? Gag? Hood?

What do you think?

Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 15

This story is continued from ‘Guys Who Need To Be Tied Up And Gagged – Part 13’…

He enjoyed wearing his skintight, black, shiny Nike skinsuit because it made him feel almost naked as he ran around the track. He enjoyed the admiring glances he would get from other athletes – both female and male – as he trained hard and worked himself up into a sweat. He never wore underwear beneath the skinsuit, that was part of the fun.

But today, the thin lycra skinsuit offered him no protection as he lay face down, bound tightly in his hogtied position, his dick and balls grinding against the metal floor of the small white van in which he lay captive.

His ropes showed no mercy. They dug into his flesh as they gripped his body – his wrists, arms, thighs, knees and ankles all held in their firm, unrelenting grip.

He dared not move. The noose around his neck prevented that. Struggling would only serve to tighten the noose and add tension to the ropes passing between his legs either side his lycra clad package.

He lay very still and concentrated hard on maintaining control of his breathing. No air could enter his stuffed and duct taped mouth. He could breathe through his nose but the tight rubber gas mask which encased his entire head and his duct tape gag controlled very precisely the amount of air which passed into his body and lungs. Obviously, this was a deliberate move by his captors.

There was no way he could escape from his bondage. He waited…trying to listen to anything which might give away what was to happen next.

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