Re: Next-door Neighbour (M+/M+) *New Chapter and Poll 24/12/22* (M/M, M/M+)
Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2023 5:39 am
Chapter 29 (M/M, M/M+)
Jason
Four hunks and a twink enter a room, who gets to tug on the leash to lead four of them – bound, gagged, and blindfolded – down to basement? Me. Lucky me. Should I add naked to that list though? Their clothes do have to come off eventually, and they are certainly not going to remove themselves. Hence, someone has got to remove it, and that someone has got to be me. It is a question of timing though.
Glancing over my shoulder, I observe Dan following behind me as best he can, his glorious silver hair hidden underneath a black spandex hood. To his rear are Travis, Scott and Ryan, three more featureless dark heads, distinguishable only by the shapes of their bodies. Dan stood out as the only one nude so far, and watching him hunch forward, with his chest puffed out and his arms stretching backwards for balance as I tug on the collar attached around his neck made me feel pleasantly light-headed. Have any of his other students or colleagues seen this side of the professor? Do they know that the charismatic and dominating presence in their lecture theatres can be transformed into a submissive to someone like me?
I halt suddenly, causing the hunks to carom into one another. “MMMmpppghhhh,” they groan as they bumped into one another. “Where are the keys Dan?” I ask. “mmpphhhhh?” Dan replies with a questioning inflection. “The chastity cages for Travis and Scott,” I say, wrapping my hand around Dan’s own cock. “mmmphhhh mpphhhhhh Mphhhhhh MPPPPPhhh,” Dan struggles to get words around the protrusion in his mouth. If Scott and Travis had to rely on Dan’s gag speech abilities they would be doomed. However, the keys are already with me – found them as I was searching through Dan’s bondage gear – so I thought why not mess with Dan a little, just for fun.
“What if I decided to cage you too hmmm?” I say. “mmmppgggghhh plsssss mpppppghhhhh,” Dan shakes his head. “Then you need to keep yourself nice and hard for me Dan. I can’t force your hard wood into such a small space can I,” I say as I give Dan one last teasing pump.
Scooting down the line to Travis and Scott, I yank down both of their shorts at once, revealing two straining cages. “My gosh,” I tut disapprovingly, “we need to get those off immediately don’t we.”
“ffffmmmm phhuuuu,” Scott and Travis murmur. They both rose to full mast rather quickly, without requiring any additional aid from me. Safety scissors in hand, I get rid of the last of their clothes. 3 out of 4 done. Ryan is likely to be the feistiest and most challenging one. “Ryan…” I make my own slow and cautious approach, gently moving my fingers round the elastic band of his shorts. “Mmmphhhh, pphhaasoonnn!” Ryan bucks his hips in protest. “Ryan…” I try again, this time pecking him lightly on the neck and caressing his back and abs before creeping ever so slowly downwards. “Mmppphhh fmmmmmkk,” Ryan curses, finally acquiescing.
“I’m going to cut the shirt off too,” I say, as I worked on getting my boyfriend erect. “whhaaa mmmppphh nghh nghhhh,” Ryan protests. “It’s Dan’s shirt,” I whisper into his ear.
4 out of 4. Done.
“I hope no one needs to pee,” I say, leading the four lumps of meat down into Dan’s basement dungeon. “Mmmmphhhh grrrmmmmm,” a few scattered moans and groans came in reply. “Just keep yourselves hard,” I chuckle, remembering the time Ryan did just the same to me.
My memories of my first time down here are hazy and completely lost in a few places, but I remember Dan leading me down here with a wine bottle in his hand. Was I holding a glass myself? Had to be I think.
“What do you use this place for?” I asked. “What do you think I use this place for?” Dan said. He walked up close to me, his warm wine breath as intoxicating as his smile. “I bring back cute boys, and keep them down here for as long as I want. With permission for sure,” Dan said. I then kissed him, or he kissed me, and somebody’s hand was on somebody’s bum.
“Permission from who, their parents? Did I forget to bring my signed permission slip?” I teased. “Oh-ho. No, they’re old enough to make up their own minds. Although, most of them might not be that sound of mind after all. They always seem to mistake me as their Daddy,” Dan said. This time I am sure that he was the one that kissed me, setting the wine bottle and glass aside to take me into his arms.
“Am I going to be your next victim?” I asked. “Maybe,” he said turning me around and hand gagging me. “You’re already drunk and weak, I could put you into that cage over there,” he pointed, “or strap you into that chair over there.” “Mppphhhhhh,” I moaned. “See the wall and table over there with all my toys I could use on you. Do you want that?” Dan said. I do not remember what happened next.
One at a time, I unleash each of my hunks, bend them over and ease a butt plug into their holes. Following that, I bring each hunk to a chair and rope them to it, coiling ropes round their pecs, thighs and legs, restricting any movement beneath the neck.
“Try struggling,” I say. “Mppphhhh mmpphhhhhh,” grunting, creaking, rocking, but the rope held strong and there was no give, and no chance of escape. Great. “Moo, My muscle bulls go Mooo,” I taunt. “Hopefully all that meat and muscle on those bones means you bulls will produce lots of milk for me,” I say. “mmmphhhmmmm,” they groan.
I kneel in front of Dan and take him with my mouth, stroking his shaft and kneading his large pair of balls with my hands. “MMMMMMmmm Mmmmmmmm,” Dan groans loudly. “Shhhh, you don’t want the others getting jealous,” I say. In fact, I positioned the person most likely to get jealous, right beside him.
“mmmmmm mmmmmm,” Dan went into that soft groan that indicated to me that he was approaching climax. “Ahhhh,” I stop all stimulation and take an exaggerated breath. “MMMMMmmmmmm MMMPHPPHHHH pplllllssssss ngggghhhhh,” Dan begs. Instead, I slide a cock ring down his shaft, squeezing out one oozing drip of precum on my way up that I playfully licked off his tip. “MMMHHMMMM PHHASSOSNNN,” Dan struggles and humps the air in vain. “Regretting your choice now are we? A math professor like you should’ve calculated better,” I say.
Repeating this same process down the line, I quickly had all my hunks frustrated and writhing in their bonds. By the time I had reached Travis, he was begging before I even laid a single finger on him, poor thing. “Last step,” I say, stepping over to the table. “It’s going to be awhile before it’s time for your first milking. Yet, I can’t be leaving you guys here without some entertainment can I,” I say.
“Here’s something for you to hold. Don’t press the buttons yet,” I caution, handing over remotes one by one to my captives. “Scott, go ahead and press yours first,” I say. “MMMGMMMMMM,” Travis exclaims over a soft buzzing sound that ceased once Scott switched the butt plug off. “Travis, your turn,” I tap his shoulder. “MMMMMM FMMMpphhhhh,” Scott groans. “That’s right,” I walk over to between Dan and Ryan, “so that leaves the both of you. I think you’re both smart enough to have figured out what’s in your hands,” I smile to myself, content at the humming noise that came from both the chairs beside me. Though they are hooded, I know from the low stifled groans that they are both biting down hard on their gags, waiting for other to show the first signs of weakness.
“MMMMMhhhhmmmmm MMMMMMMMM FFFFFFFMMMMM PPPHUUUUU,” the hunks curse and shift in their chairs. “Those balls better be working double time,” I say, checking on my ropework one last time. “I’ll be down again to check on you bulls later. Enjoy!” my voice echoing off the staircase up from Dan’s basement.
I spend the next hour enjoying the comforts of Dan’s home, watching some television, browsing through Dan’s bookshelf, listening to music while I mess around in his kitchen, until I saw him.
Jerome was waving at me through the floor to ceiling glass panel window, smiling. “No,” I mutter to myself, feeling my stomach sink and churn. However, Jerome is not standing on the grass, it looks to be a solid surface, like marble. “It’s not real. It’s a...” I say. It is a reflection. Which can only mean. “Boo,” Jerome says, clamping his arms around my body and mouth. “MMMMHMMMMMM,” I scream, smelling the subtle reek of his stale sweat. “Do you miss me?” he asks, sending a shiver to the base of my spine.
It all came back to me then, the helplessness of being truly kidnapped, the pain of Jerome forcing himself on me, the torment and anger on Ryan’s face. “You think I couldn’t find you if you went to your professor’s house?” he says, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief.
“Nowhere is safe Jason. I’ll always come and find you. Until you return back what is mine,” he says, forcing the handkerchief over my nose, its dizzying sweet scent immediately recognisable to me…
I jerk myself awake, falling hard on the floor. Dan’s floor, I fell off the couch. I am not gagged, neither am I bound. I scan the room, looking for my assailant. Quiet, nothing but the flashing standby mode message on Dan’s television and the stack of books on the coffee table. I grab the fire poker from Dan’s fireplace. “I’ll get you,” I say. Creeping my way room by room, I start to clear Dan’s huge house, each corner turn and each door more frightening than the next.
Adrenaline kept me going. I could hear my heart in my ears and had to remind myself to breathe, but I just kept going. “He isn’t here,” I finally say to myself in the last room, before realisation punched me hard on the stomach. Crap, the basement!
“Ryan! Ryan!” I shout as I run down the stairs, barely avoiding a nasty fall by gripping onto the railing when I missed a step.
“MMMmmmmmm pphhhmmmmmm ppphaaaasooonnnn,” the hunks respond. One, two, three, four. All of them are here. He did not take me, nor did he take Ryan. Am I going crazy?! Maybe I was dreaming the entire time. Was I simply waking up from a nap on the couch?
“MMMMMmmmmmm Phaaaasooon,” Ryan calls to me. “Ryan,” I run to him, frantically pulling the hood and blindfold off his face. Ryan blinks at me, and rapidly registers that something is seriously wrong. “Ryan,” I repeat, sitting on his lap and hugging him tight.
Ryan was warm, he always is – a few degrees warmer than me. “Phhaaason?” he works my name around the ball gag in his mouth. I sit up and cup his face with both my hands, his hair is dishevelled and slick with perspiration that also covered his body. He gave me a piercing look that telegraphed: “Tell me now. What is wrong.”
I plant my face near his pits to avoid his gaze, at the same time attempting to let the scent of him replace the lingering memories of Jerome and his chloroform. “MMMMmmmmm lmmmmm fmmmm phoooo,” Ryan jerks and struggles.
It is not enough. I want, I need Ryan to possess me fully. I hastily slip Ryan’s spandex hood back on and stripped myself fully nude. “I want you to fuck me Ryan,” I say loudly. “Phhassssonnn MMMMMM NNNGHHHHH LLLMMM FFMMM PHHOOO!” Ryan protests.
“Ahhh, Ahhhhh,” I moan as lower myself on Ryan, letting his flesh slowly fill me. “Fuck me hard,” I whisper, “I want to know that this is real.”
Jason
Four hunks and a twink enter a room, who gets to tug on the leash to lead four of them – bound, gagged, and blindfolded – down to basement? Me. Lucky me. Should I add naked to that list though? Their clothes do have to come off eventually, and they are certainly not going to remove themselves. Hence, someone has got to remove it, and that someone has got to be me. It is a question of timing though.
Glancing over my shoulder, I observe Dan following behind me as best he can, his glorious silver hair hidden underneath a black spandex hood. To his rear are Travis, Scott and Ryan, three more featureless dark heads, distinguishable only by the shapes of their bodies. Dan stood out as the only one nude so far, and watching him hunch forward, with his chest puffed out and his arms stretching backwards for balance as I tug on the collar attached around his neck made me feel pleasantly light-headed. Have any of his other students or colleagues seen this side of the professor? Do they know that the charismatic and dominating presence in their lecture theatres can be transformed into a submissive to someone like me?
I halt suddenly, causing the hunks to carom into one another. “MMMmpppghhhh,” they groan as they bumped into one another. “Where are the keys Dan?” I ask. “mmpphhhhh?” Dan replies with a questioning inflection. “The chastity cages for Travis and Scott,” I say, wrapping my hand around Dan’s own cock. “mmmphhhh mpphhhhhh Mphhhhhh MPPPPPhhh,” Dan struggles to get words around the protrusion in his mouth. If Scott and Travis had to rely on Dan’s gag speech abilities they would be doomed. However, the keys are already with me – found them as I was searching through Dan’s bondage gear – so I thought why not mess with Dan a little, just for fun.
“What if I decided to cage you too hmmm?” I say. “mmmppgggghhh plsssss mpppppghhhhh,” Dan shakes his head. “Then you need to keep yourself nice and hard for me Dan. I can’t force your hard wood into such a small space can I,” I say as I give Dan one last teasing pump.
Scooting down the line to Travis and Scott, I yank down both of their shorts at once, revealing two straining cages. “My gosh,” I tut disapprovingly, “we need to get those off immediately don’t we.”
“ffffmmmm phhuuuu,” Scott and Travis murmur. They both rose to full mast rather quickly, without requiring any additional aid from me. Safety scissors in hand, I get rid of the last of their clothes. 3 out of 4 done. Ryan is likely to be the feistiest and most challenging one. “Ryan…” I make my own slow and cautious approach, gently moving my fingers round the elastic band of his shorts. “Mmmphhhh, pphhaasoonnn!” Ryan bucks his hips in protest. “Ryan…” I try again, this time pecking him lightly on the neck and caressing his back and abs before creeping ever so slowly downwards. “Mmppphhh fmmmmmkk,” Ryan curses, finally acquiescing.
“I’m going to cut the shirt off too,” I say, as I worked on getting my boyfriend erect. “whhaaa mmmppphh nghh nghhhh,” Ryan protests. “It’s Dan’s shirt,” I whisper into his ear.
4 out of 4. Done.
“I hope no one needs to pee,” I say, leading the four lumps of meat down into Dan’s basement dungeon. “Mmmmphhhh grrrmmmmm,” a few scattered moans and groans came in reply. “Just keep yourselves hard,” I chuckle, remembering the time Ryan did just the same to me.
My memories of my first time down here are hazy and completely lost in a few places, but I remember Dan leading me down here with a wine bottle in his hand. Was I holding a glass myself? Had to be I think.
“What do you use this place for?” I asked. “What do you think I use this place for?” Dan said. He walked up close to me, his warm wine breath as intoxicating as his smile. “I bring back cute boys, and keep them down here for as long as I want. With permission for sure,” Dan said. I then kissed him, or he kissed me, and somebody’s hand was on somebody’s bum.
“Permission from who, their parents? Did I forget to bring my signed permission slip?” I teased. “Oh-ho. No, they’re old enough to make up their own minds. Although, most of them might not be that sound of mind after all. They always seem to mistake me as their Daddy,” Dan said. This time I am sure that he was the one that kissed me, setting the wine bottle and glass aside to take me into his arms.
“Am I going to be your next victim?” I asked. “Maybe,” he said turning me around and hand gagging me. “You’re already drunk and weak, I could put you into that cage over there,” he pointed, “or strap you into that chair over there.” “Mppphhhhhh,” I moaned. “See the wall and table over there with all my toys I could use on you. Do you want that?” Dan said. I do not remember what happened next.
One at a time, I unleash each of my hunks, bend them over and ease a butt plug into their holes. Following that, I bring each hunk to a chair and rope them to it, coiling ropes round their pecs, thighs and legs, restricting any movement beneath the neck.
“Try struggling,” I say. “Mppphhhh mmpphhhhhh,” grunting, creaking, rocking, but the rope held strong and there was no give, and no chance of escape. Great. “Moo, My muscle bulls go Mooo,” I taunt. “Hopefully all that meat and muscle on those bones means you bulls will produce lots of milk for me,” I say. “mmmphhhmmmm,” they groan.
I kneel in front of Dan and take him with my mouth, stroking his shaft and kneading his large pair of balls with my hands. “MMMMMMmmm Mmmmmmmm,” Dan groans loudly. “Shhhh, you don’t want the others getting jealous,” I say. In fact, I positioned the person most likely to get jealous, right beside him.
“mmmmmm mmmmmm,” Dan went into that soft groan that indicated to me that he was approaching climax. “Ahhhh,” I stop all stimulation and take an exaggerated breath. “MMMMMmmmmmm MMMPHPPHHHH pplllllssssss ngggghhhhh,” Dan begs. Instead, I slide a cock ring down his shaft, squeezing out one oozing drip of precum on my way up that I playfully licked off his tip. “MMMHHMMMM PHHASSOSNNN,” Dan struggles and humps the air in vain. “Regretting your choice now are we? A math professor like you should’ve calculated better,” I say.
Repeating this same process down the line, I quickly had all my hunks frustrated and writhing in their bonds. By the time I had reached Travis, he was begging before I even laid a single finger on him, poor thing. “Last step,” I say, stepping over to the table. “It’s going to be awhile before it’s time for your first milking. Yet, I can’t be leaving you guys here without some entertainment can I,” I say.
“Here’s something for you to hold. Don’t press the buttons yet,” I caution, handing over remotes one by one to my captives. “Scott, go ahead and press yours first,” I say. “MMMGMMMMMM,” Travis exclaims over a soft buzzing sound that ceased once Scott switched the butt plug off. “Travis, your turn,” I tap his shoulder. “MMMMMM FMMMpphhhhh,” Scott groans. “That’s right,” I walk over to between Dan and Ryan, “so that leaves the both of you. I think you’re both smart enough to have figured out what’s in your hands,” I smile to myself, content at the humming noise that came from both the chairs beside me. Though they are hooded, I know from the low stifled groans that they are both biting down hard on their gags, waiting for other to show the first signs of weakness.
“MMMMMhhhhmmmmm MMMMMMMMM FFFFFFFMMMMM PPPHUUUUU,” the hunks curse and shift in their chairs. “Those balls better be working double time,” I say, checking on my ropework one last time. “I’ll be down again to check on you bulls later. Enjoy!” my voice echoing off the staircase up from Dan’s basement.
I spend the next hour enjoying the comforts of Dan’s home, watching some television, browsing through Dan’s bookshelf, listening to music while I mess around in his kitchen, until I saw him.
Jerome was waving at me through the floor to ceiling glass panel window, smiling. “No,” I mutter to myself, feeling my stomach sink and churn. However, Jerome is not standing on the grass, it looks to be a solid surface, like marble. “It’s not real. It’s a...” I say. It is a reflection. Which can only mean. “Boo,” Jerome says, clamping his arms around my body and mouth. “MMMMHMMMMMM,” I scream, smelling the subtle reek of his stale sweat. “Do you miss me?” he asks, sending a shiver to the base of my spine.
It all came back to me then, the helplessness of being truly kidnapped, the pain of Jerome forcing himself on me, the torment and anger on Ryan’s face. “You think I couldn’t find you if you went to your professor’s house?” he says, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief.
“Nowhere is safe Jason. I’ll always come and find you. Until you return back what is mine,” he says, forcing the handkerchief over my nose, its dizzying sweet scent immediately recognisable to me…
I jerk myself awake, falling hard on the floor. Dan’s floor, I fell off the couch. I am not gagged, neither am I bound. I scan the room, looking for my assailant. Quiet, nothing but the flashing standby mode message on Dan’s television and the stack of books on the coffee table. I grab the fire poker from Dan’s fireplace. “I’ll get you,” I say. Creeping my way room by room, I start to clear Dan’s huge house, each corner turn and each door more frightening than the next.
Adrenaline kept me going. I could hear my heart in my ears and had to remind myself to breathe, but I just kept going. “He isn’t here,” I finally say to myself in the last room, before realisation punched me hard on the stomach. Crap, the basement!
“Ryan! Ryan!” I shout as I run down the stairs, barely avoiding a nasty fall by gripping onto the railing when I missed a step.
“MMMmmmmmm pphhhmmmmmm ppphaaaasooonnnn,” the hunks respond. One, two, three, four. All of them are here. He did not take me, nor did he take Ryan. Am I going crazy?! Maybe I was dreaming the entire time. Was I simply waking up from a nap on the couch?
“MMMMMmmmmmm Phaaaasooon,” Ryan calls to me. “Ryan,” I run to him, frantically pulling the hood and blindfold off his face. Ryan blinks at me, and rapidly registers that something is seriously wrong. “Ryan,” I repeat, sitting on his lap and hugging him tight.
Ryan was warm, he always is – a few degrees warmer than me. “Phhaaason?” he works my name around the ball gag in his mouth. I sit up and cup his face with both my hands, his hair is dishevelled and slick with perspiration that also covered his body. He gave me a piercing look that telegraphed: “Tell me now. What is wrong.”
I plant my face near his pits to avoid his gaze, at the same time attempting to let the scent of him replace the lingering memories of Jerome and his chloroform. “MMMMmmmmm lmmmmm fmmmm phoooo,” Ryan jerks and struggles.
It is not enough. I want, I need Ryan to possess me fully. I hastily slip Ryan’s spandex hood back on and stripped myself fully nude. “I want you to fuck me Ryan,” I say loudly. “Phhassssonnn MMMMMM NNNGHHHHH LLLMMM FFMMM PHHOOO!” Ryan protests.
“Ahhh, Ahhhhh,” I moan as lower myself on Ryan, letting his flesh slowly fill me. “Fuck me hard,” I whisper, “I want to know that this is real.”