Adventures In Male Bondage Novels & Stories

When we entered the bedroom I stopped, taking in what he had prepared. The bed had been stripped down to just the mattress. Black restraints were attached to all four corners. A spreader bar lay on the nightstand next to an array of toys. Paddles. Floggers. Clamps. Vibrators. A riding crop. Everything I had told him I wanted to try. My pussy clenched at the sight. "On the bed," he commanded. "Face up. Arms and legs spread." I climbed onto the mattress and positioned myself exactly how he wanted. Arms stretched above my head. Legs spread wide. Exposed. Vulnerable. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it pounding in my ears.

I arrived at the house at exactly eight the next night freshly showered and ready to fuck. The husband answered the door and invited me in. We went into the kitchen and he made a couple drinks. He asked if everything was still okay and if I had any questions before I began. I told him no, but quick thinking on my part made was going to make the experience even more pleasurable. “Hey, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a little request,” I said. “How bout a little bondage to spice things up. You could go tied her to the bedposts and blindfold her. She’d probably go crazy with that shit.”

I sense this guy is seriously bent. I shove back the urge to shake as I wander past him wearing next to nothing, putting on my best little-girl-lost face as I watch a middle-aged Dom tie his female sub up to a rack with a series of complicated knots that frame her breasts and thighs, rubbing her nipples or clit whenever the sub moves. I don’t have to fake my eyes widening. “That’s Shibari, little sub. Japanese rope bondage,” Ruiz says, stepping closer. “What are you doing wandering around here without your Dom? Did he leave you again?”

I moaned loud, eyes locked on the tied man. “Watch,” I told him. “Watch how a real man fucks.” The man behind me pounded me hard and fast. His heavy balls slapped my clit. Another man stepped in front of me, grabbed my hair, and pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked greedily, gagging as he fucked my throat. A third man knelt under me and sucked my clit while the first one kept railing my pussy. The fourth man sucked and twisted my nipples, slapping my tits until they bounced red.

Everything goes stiffly, the guard comes towards me sniffing my neck, his hot breath on my skin. Emmanuel voice sounds but it seems far, then a crashing of millions glasses rings out. The guards lifts me up with a one hand that I find it inhumanly Impossible. My feet are dangling on air as am backed against the well, trying to scream but it dies down inside my throat. His hot breath are everywhere, prickly. Unable to stay still I shaking from fear. My temperature heats up, I find myself sweating. I try to scream again and it sounds out. The guard continues, he looks intoxicated as he begin to rip my cloth. Am moving hectically, shaking myself from his tight hold on my waist. He bangs my head

Mother Serenity cried. Mary ignored her. “I’m Mary Stewart. Now let her go!” The man dropped Mother Serenity’s hand then shoved the woman back. He stared at Mary with interest, then let his gaze wander suggestively down her body and back up again. Mary’s cheeks flamed at the blatant disrespect, but she gave no quarter, staring back at the man with as much defiance as she dared. He snapped his fingers, and two men advanced on Mary, grabbing her before she could think to run. They had her on the floor in a split second, their hands fumbling with the hem of her gown. She had a beautiful body to die for.

Eve will be bound and all three holes used. Eve will be made airtight. "I don't understand that last one," Eve admitted. "That's the one we'll need Red and Black for. It's all three holes at the same time." "Well, at least it's people we know." Both get head to toe golden showers. "We've already done most of those," his mother said. "Yeah, except the prostate massage, golden showers, bondage, and airtight," Rob agreed. "If you say so," she chuckled.

The adrenaline rush led straight home to another marathon. That night featured new intensity: temporary bondage with duct tape, sensory overload with multiple vibrators taped to my body, and extensive anal fisting prep leading to him burying his cock balls-deep while I wore the biggest plug in my pussy. We filmed a private video for our eyes only, me riding him, squirting, taking double penetration, watching it back to fuel another round.

There were ropes—the kind use for shibari rope bondage—lube, anal plugs, a mouth gag, paddle, and even a black vibrator. I glanced at him, realizing then that my palms had come up to cover my mouth. “What the fuck is all these?” He grinned again. “I told you before Alex. You listened, and assimilated. But you refused to believe.” My head shook. “This is just…” my voice trailed off when he lifted the rope and began to approach. Horror washed over me. “What the fuck are you trying to do?” I demanded. “Stay away from me!” Marcus caught me beneath his body before I could make any significant move.

It was uncontrollable. “Adrian!” I screamed, my body convulsing. My insides clenched so tight around him that he groaned, thrusting his pulsing cock deeper, chasing his own release. He came with a guttural curse slipping from his lips. He spilled his hot seed inside of me and kept thrusting until we both collapsed on the chair, our bodies trembling. For a long moment, there was silence. Only the sound of our ragged breath filled the air. He pulled out slowly, his hands sliding down to smear his liquid all over my inner thigh as a way of marking me, claiming me as his.