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(Quick Author note: Never wrote this kind of thing before. So, I’m probably going to do a poor job with describing things. Sorry.)


George was setting himself up for a nice little bondage session while he was home alone. The 21 year old had a very long, very stressful week due to his classes and job. He was so wound up, he found himself snapping at Max, and he didn’t want to snap at his boyfriend at all! So, while Max was at his job, George decided to use his day off for a little fun for himself.


George looked at himself with his green eyes at the full length mirror, taking time to admire how well he looked. He used to be a short, pale chubby boy with hair that had been a boring shade of brown. Now, he looked at his nice, lean body, standing at 5’9, and hairless from the neck down. His hair was down to his waist, nice and thick, and died an off white color. Currently, it was tied back with a bright pink ribbon, and he had painted his finger and toe nails to match.


Max helped him paint his nails, he had steadier hands than George did. Boy, how George loved Max! The 20 year old man was into bondage just like him, and loved it when they did bondage together. 5’7, scrawny, but had great runner’s legs. Mocha colored skin, with short and thick black hair that felt so good when George ran his hands through it. Whenever Max and George looked at each other, there was always this feeling of love coming from those dark brown eyes.


Not to mention those long, slender fingers running up his creamy thighs. Stroking his face lovely, then wrapping gently around his-


“OK, yeah, focus.” George squeaked out. “Got time for that later.”


After making sure his bladder was empty, and he was clean inside and out, he set to work.


He decided to go with a simple bondage play, rather than anything more complicated. Normally, he would do some bondage that was more complicated, and more difficult for him to get out of. Or at least, something he could get into, but would need Max to help him get out. However, Max had been forced into working overtime as of late, so George wanted to play it safe and not have to rely on him to help him out.


Maybe another day.


So, on the ceiling of their apartment, he had a few hooks up there. First, he took some slings, and tied them up there, so the sling was about two feet off of the bed. Those were to keep his Legs up in the air, and spread apart so he couldn’t close them. Then, he took this funnel that a friend made him, probably could hold two cups of water, and bright red with two handles on the side. He put some strings on it, and hung it between the slings.


He then got out a pair of cuffs, another thing that a friend made. One cuff was hooked to the bed, the other would fit around the wrist. Now, the bright pink cuffs didn’t open all the way, they were designed for someone to slip a hand through them, settle them on the wrist, and to pull the chain connected to the bedpost to close it. There was a keyhole along the top of the cuff, easy for someone to put the key in and loosen up the cuff one handed. They were fitted for his wrists, and they were more comfortable than they sound. Also, snug enough that he could not slip out.


He had two keys for them. One was going to be pulled out later, the other was on a necklace that he put around his neck. He pulled out purple blindfold, a rubber cock gag, and a set of pink headphones that had kitty ears on top that went with his Ipod. Along with a lube, and a thick, black, vibrating anal plug.


He would had worn his ballerina boots to go with all of this, but one of the heels broke, and it had to be repaired, so he was doing this barefoot.


He put in the cock gag first, shoving it in, and moaning at the rubber taste it left in his mouth. It stretched his jaw nicely, and pushed his tongue down. It was so thick, he couldn’t bite through it if he tried. He secured it tightly, tying it into several knots, which would take a while to undo.


Just that alone started to get him hard, but he was not ready yet. George went to the fridge, where he had two cups worth of ice cubes, one of them having the key to the cuff in it, with a long string coming out of it. He took it to his room, and poured them into the funnel above his bed.


He had to hurry so it didn’t start dripping without him.


Quickly, George secured the cuffs on each bedpost, and then laid out a towel. He took hold of the warming lube, and put a generous amount of it on the plug, before slowly pushing it in.


He grunted behind his gag, trying not to clench up. His ass wasn’t completely ready for that kind of plug, he was still training himself to take bigger and bigger things. However, he really wanted to push himself this time, and forced himself to relax so he could push it in all the way. He wanted to take the time to get used to it, and enjoy it, however, he wanted to get moving quickly.


He got up onto the bed, and got his legs into the slings. He made sure his ass was on the towel, and his dick was right below the funnel. He pulled the string from the ice cube over his chest, so he could reach it when he puts the blindfold on. Putting a pillow behind his head, and getting as comfortable as he could, he slipped on the purple blindfold, making sure he couldn’t see. He pulled on the headset, and fumbled for his IPod, turning it on, and setting it to a recording Max made him. It hadn’t even started, and he was already rock hard.


Then, he took the string, and gently wrapped it around his middle finger, not too tight to cut off flow. When the ice with the key in it melted enough, he would be able to twirl his finger, and pull it towards his hand. This would allow him to undo one cuff, so he can get the key to the other cuff around his neck.


He reached between his legs, doing a bit of an awkward bend, to flip the plug on. It had three settings to it, so he chose low to keep himself from cumming right away, and to keep him on edge when he gets there. He moaned when it came to life, making his ass feel so damn good, and making him want to squirm.


George forced himself to focus, he was almost done. He slipped his hands into the cuffs, and pulled on them, locking them into place.


Now, he was stuck like this, while either waiting for the ice to melt, or for Max to come home. Whichever was first.


The recording he listened too was on repeat. Max had this little fantasy of George kidnapping him, and making him into his sex slave, by tying him up, teasing him, and making him listening to a ‘mind breaking’ recording over and over again. So, George did just that with him, and Max had a blast with it. He then did the same thing with George, who also found it so damn arousing.


So, they recorded their voices on each other’s IPODs from then on out. Whenever they did a solo bondage, they would listen to their lover ‘break’ them.


Right now, George was listening to Max’s voice: “You’re my bound little puppy, aren’t you? You love it when you get tied up, being so weak and helpless. You can’t get enough of it! You need to do it all the time, and you can’t cum without doing it at all, can’t you? You can’t cum unless you’re trapped, helpless, unable to get freed. You want to be teased and tormented, you LIVE to be teased and Tormented.”

And so on and so forth, and it would repeat. George's message was mostly the same, but he called Max his “Bondage Kitty.”


Now that he thought about it, he should have used his doggy ear headphones. Aw, well.


George squirmed a bit, feeling the lube get nice and hot inside of him. He squeezed the plug, making it press against his sweet spot, making his dick ache as it filled with more cum. He had this sudden fear that he was going to orgasm all too soon, and thought about how he should use nipple clamps.


Then, he gave a gasp as he felt a bit of ice cold water drip down on his dick. The funnel was right above his dick, dripping cold water on him, cooling it, killing some of the arousal. He shivered as he felt another drop fall. Even if he could inch his dick away from it, it would still fall onto his body, chilling him a bit.


Ah, this is what he wanted! He wanted to be teased, denied, and chilled a bit on his heated skin. Each dropped killed his arousal a little at a time, undoing some of the work that the plug and lube was doing. It kept him on edge, kept him from spilling over.


He started to sweat a bit, despite the bit of chill. His nipples were pointed, his body was flushed as he laid there helpless. He tried to get the plug to rub more against his prostate, but the cold water made it difficult to rise higher quicker. He found himself tugging on the string a bit, seeing if the key was free yet. He would moan in frustration when he felt it remain stuck.


Well, he wanted a good solo teasing session, he got it. He tried to pull on the cuffs, hoping the chain would break or something. Nope, his buddy made them to last. He tried to close his legs, or to force them down, but nope, they stayed where they were. He couldn’t move his hips away, the water would still hit him, and he couldn’t push the plug out, it was too big.


He moaned, pulled, struggled. The recording kept going more and more into his ear as he felt himself stay on edge throughout the entire thing. He kept pulling on the string, wanting the key, as the drops became more frequent as time continued.

After what felt like an entire day for him, his body was a quivering mess. Sweat all over, the towel was soaked, his dick was leaking, and the toy felt like a jackhammer inside of him. He felt exhausted all over, along with feeling very cold and very hot at the same time.


He gave a weak tug of the string, and felt something fall to the bed.


He froze. Then tugged on the string.


Something was pulled.


THE KEY!


Frantically, he twirled his fingers, using two to try and get the key to him quickly. Energy surging through him as he neared his freedom. He pulled the key into his hand, and groaned when he realized that the teeth still had ice on them.


He wrapped his hand around the cold metal, hoping it would melt it faster. He then rubbed it with his fingers and thumb, hoping the friction could get it off.


It did.

And the key was ready to use.


He fumbled it into the lock, turning it, and allowing him to loosen up the cuff so he could slip his hand out. He got the key off around his neck, and undid the other cuff. Quickly, he used both arms to pull a leg free, then the other.


Not bothering with the blindfold or gag, also the headset fell off, he slid to the side of the bed, sitting down on the edge, and pushing the toy further in. He moaned at the feeling and started to rub himself, using his sweat and the water as poor lube. He warmed his cock quickly, feeling his balls tighten up, his dick swelling, and the heat running through him.


He gave a LOUD moan as he came, cum splashing his chest and hand, his body quivering from the rush of passion. His Orgasm made him fall back, dizzy from the power, leaving him shaking. George laid there, panting, enjoying the pleasant feeling as his body slowly came down from it all.


He wanted to enjoy it sooner, but he felt something shift a bed a bit, and a pair of warm, loving lips on his forehead.


George fumbled for the blindfold, and pulled it off. He looked up at the smiling face of Max, his lover.

He gave a sheepish, muffled greeting to him.


“Had fun?” Max asked him, sounding so amused.

George just nodded.

“Well, I’m glad.” Max stroke his face and kissed his nose. “I’m going to take a shower, do you need to get in there before I do?”

George shook his head.

“Alright.” Max smiled down at him. “After you clean up a bit, and get some energy back, you can join me.”

George’s eyes went wide.

“Just leave the gag in.” Max kissed his neck, then got up.

George sat up, and watched him go into the bathroom. Suddenly, he didn’t feel so tired anymore. And already he was very aroused. His lover had that effect on him.