Honey Trap (?/MM)
Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2019 2:16 pm
Just a short piece I wrote to alleviate term-end stress. Hope you guys enjoy.
It was three days before summer break and Damien was in the process of having the simultaneously the best and the worst day since he started this job, when he finds out his crush tied up in his skivvies.
Some context: Damien had discovered that he likes doing his job better when all the boys finishes changing and leaves the gym for whatever. Easier to clean after them when there's nobody to make jabs at him not being any older than the students in here and it's not like he was dying to make small talk with anyone in the team.
Except Sean, that is.
Sean was the ace of the team and objectively the most handsome man in the whole school with broad shoulders, curly blond hair and a smile full of good will. Despite being the best at what he does, he wasn't an arrogant jerk and always had time to talk with Sean after practices about nothing and everything. Damien never thought a lanky, awkward janitor like himself would have a chance with the ace, so he never acted on his attraction towards Sean and treated him as one of his rare friends.
However, seeing Sean bound and half naked was making him seriously consider every life choice that brought him to this moment.
Poor guy was lying on the floor dressed only in tight, white briefs, tube socks and bright red sneakers of the team. His forearms and ankles were tied to each other with copious amounts of duct tape. More tape was wrapped around his mouth which is filled with what appears to be a jock strap, muffling his grunts. An old shirt was bound over his eyes, leaving him in the dark about who just entered the room. Damien know the guy was ripped, but seeing Sean's muscular body straining against his restraints, abs and ass clenching with effort, dripping with sweat...
One part of Damien wanted to ravish Sean, right here and right there. When he can find another chance like this? On the other hand, regardless of how attractive Sean looks like this, it's obvious he didn't get tied up willingly and Damien isn't going to pick a quick pleasure over one of his only friends.
Damien crouched beside the young jock. "Shit, man, what did they do to you? Don't worry, Sean, I'll untie you." For some reason, realizing the identity of the mysterious guy only made Ben's struggles more frantic and moans louder.
Before Damien can untie Sean's gag, a hand holding a wet piece of cloth clamped over his face. Damien let out a cry as a sickly sweet smell filled his nostrils, trying to buck his assailant, but a strong arm wrapped around his chest quickly incapacitated his arms. He was so busy with Sean that he didn't even noticed another person entered the locker room!
His trashing slowly came to a halt, as he lost his consciousnesses, without even saving his friend...
***
Damien come to himself slowly, feeling a warm body beneath him. "Whmm dm- mpphh?!"
He opened his eyes, finding himself directly looking at Sean's gagged face. Damien blushed, realizing he was also stripped to his boxer briefs and pressed skin-to-skin (and bulge-to-bulge) with his crush. He tried to lift himself, but his limbs were also bound with tape. His movement only succeed in rubbing himself to Sean and making very clear that both young men were hard.
Damien blushed, mumbling an apology behind the tape over his mouth (which had a foul-tasting cloth in it. Damien hoped it was a clean jock). Sean nodded like saying "it's okay". Without his blindfold, Damien could see his eyes closer than before, noticing what a bright green they are.
There was no way of saying where they were: a dim, cramped space, probably a trunk. Without any way of saving themselves, bound and gagged in their underpants. Damien sighed, resting his hand on Sean's chest.A second later, he felt a chin, gently caressing his hair.
It could've been worse, Damien thought. He has no idea what's going to happen to them but in a sense, he didn't leave Sean alone when he needed.
The End
It was three days before summer break and Damien was in the process of having the simultaneously the best and the worst day since he started this job, when he finds out his crush tied up in his skivvies.
Some context: Damien had discovered that he likes doing his job better when all the boys finishes changing and leaves the gym for whatever. Easier to clean after them when there's nobody to make jabs at him not being any older than the students in here and it's not like he was dying to make small talk with anyone in the team.
Except Sean, that is.
Sean was the ace of the team and objectively the most handsome man in the whole school with broad shoulders, curly blond hair and a smile full of good will. Despite being the best at what he does, he wasn't an arrogant jerk and always had time to talk with Sean after practices about nothing and everything. Damien never thought a lanky, awkward janitor like himself would have a chance with the ace, so he never acted on his attraction towards Sean and treated him as one of his rare friends.
However, seeing Sean bound and half naked was making him seriously consider every life choice that brought him to this moment.
Poor guy was lying on the floor dressed only in tight, white briefs, tube socks and bright red sneakers of the team. His forearms and ankles were tied to each other with copious amounts of duct tape. More tape was wrapped around his mouth which is filled with what appears to be a jock strap, muffling his grunts. An old shirt was bound over his eyes, leaving him in the dark about who just entered the room. Damien know the guy was ripped, but seeing Sean's muscular body straining against his restraints, abs and ass clenching with effort, dripping with sweat...
One part of Damien wanted to ravish Sean, right here and right there. When he can find another chance like this? On the other hand, regardless of how attractive Sean looks like this, it's obvious he didn't get tied up willingly and Damien isn't going to pick a quick pleasure over one of his only friends.
Damien crouched beside the young jock. "Shit, man, what did they do to you? Don't worry, Sean, I'll untie you." For some reason, realizing the identity of the mysterious guy only made Ben's struggles more frantic and moans louder.
Before Damien can untie Sean's gag, a hand holding a wet piece of cloth clamped over his face. Damien let out a cry as a sickly sweet smell filled his nostrils, trying to buck his assailant, but a strong arm wrapped around his chest quickly incapacitated his arms. He was so busy with Sean that he didn't even noticed another person entered the locker room!
His trashing slowly came to a halt, as he lost his consciousnesses, without even saving his friend...
***
Damien come to himself slowly, feeling a warm body beneath him. "Whmm dm- mpphh?!"
He opened his eyes, finding himself directly looking at Sean's gagged face. Damien blushed, realizing he was also stripped to his boxer briefs and pressed skin-to-skin (and bulge-to-bulge) with his crush. He tried to lift himself, but his limbs were also bound with tape. His movement only succeed in rubbing himself to Sean and making very clear that both young men were hard.
Damien blushed, mumbling an apology behind the tape over his mouth (which had a foul-tasting cloth in it. Damien hoped it was a clean jock). Sean nodded like saying "it's okay". Without his blindfold, Damien could see his eyes closer than before, noticing what a bright green they are.
There was no way of saying where they were: a dim, cramped space, probably a trunk. Without any way of saving themselves, bound and gagged in their underpants. Damien sighed, resting his hand on Sean's chest.A second later, he felt a chin, gently caressing his hair.
It could've been worse, Damien thought. He has no idea what's going to happen to them but in a sense, he didn't leave Sean alone when he needed.
The End
Very arousing stuff.