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”It will only take a minute.” That was what Steven had said as he

beckoned Ben to come down into the basement. Now he had

already been gone for longer than that. Not that Ben was

complaining, although he must present a slightly weird picture,

tied to a chair in full formal attire, bowtie and all, in Steven’s

derelict basement.

Ben couldn’t help smiling to himself. His neighbor Steven had

never been one to care about ephemeral things like paint. He did

look good himself, though, in those dirty jeans and t-shirt that he

used to wear when he was tinkering with the stuff he kept in his

basement, like today. So Ben hadn’t minded at all even when

Steven proposed to tie him to a chair. It was all good fun and he

did have a minute to spare. And especially he loved the feel of

ropes around his wrists and chest, and other ropes tugging at his

ankles.

Ben was feeling strangely comfortable, although the clock was

ticking and he was supposed to be off any minute now. This

wasn’t the first time he and Steven played some rope games, but

it had been a while now. He felt at the ropes tying his hands

together. The knots were solid, as Steven’s handiwork was wont

to be. His feet were likewise securely tied to the back chair legs.

There was no way he was getting out of this without help.

Ben found the thought of being helpless oddly soothing, even

though he was going to be late for the dinner. He wasn’t in the

mood for bland food and idle conversation anyway. Strangely he

preferred being tied up in Steven’s dank basement. He smiled

again, thinking that he must be quite the sight, looking like some

kind of captured secret agent.

Oh well, that would be the day… the daring, handsome agent

lured into a romantic tryst and trapped by the devious enemy.

“You can torture me all you like, but I will reveal nothing....” He

tried to assume a suitably fierce expression and tentatively

weighed on the chair to see if he could topple it. He thought that

he could, but he would probably only hurt himself. Instead he just

relaxed and let himself drift off into the world of dreams.

Ben’s daydreaming broke off abruptly at the sight of Steven

coming down the stairs. “Dude, you need to release me”, Ben

smiled. “I should have been off ages ago.” There was something

about Steven’s expression that gave Ben pause. “Yeah, about

that”, Steven drawled. “I called them and said that you’re not

coming. That you had come down with some kind of stomach

bug.” Ben’s mind was racing, as several trains of thought collided

in his head. First he was angry, then relieved, then puzzled, then

a little bit scared. But he had known Steven since childhood and

while he could be a little quirky, he wasn’t really a scary person.

So the smile crept back onto Ben’s face, as he took in Steven’s

dirty t-shirt clinging to his lean, stringy body, his shaggy

strawberry blond hair and stubble and his wry smile as he picked

up another coil of rope. Ben’s smile faded as Steven methodically

tied his knees together, looping the rope meticulously around itself

and fastening it. “Hey man, what are you doing?” Ben wondered.

“You need to let me loose. And what was that thing you were

going to show me?”

“You’ll see soon enough”, Steven answered without looking up.

“You comfortable?” “Yeah, as comfortable as can be supposed

being bloody tied up”, Ben laughed. There was no way he could

take his predicament seriously. He’d known Steven all his life, and

the guy couldn’t hurt a fly. But he’d put up a fight anyway, if just

for show. And he certainly didn’t want Steven to know how

immensely he was enjoying all this, to the point that it was

beginning to show in his pants.

“Quit mucking about”, Steven growled. “You’re not going

anywhere and you know it.” “Oh yeah?” Ben quipped defiantly.

“Oh yeah!” Steven assured him, leaning over him with his hands

on his thighs, pressing him to the floor. Ben was reminded of the

games they used to play. He never used to be able to get out of

Steven’s bonds, while Steven usually got loose eventually. Maybe

that was in part because it always felt so good being tied up by

Steven, feeling his body close but not touching, with Steven

oblivious to the world while concentrating on getting the ropes just

right.

Ben wondered what Steven was doing for a living nowadays.

They had kind of grown apart after Ben went off to university,

while Steven stayed behind, doing whatever he was doing.

Right now he was fiddling with some black rope, standing on a

chair and looping it over a pipe near the ceiling, affording Ben a

prime view of his crotch and even showing some skin as his t-shirt

parted company with his jeans. A string of dark hair curled its way

into the jeans, which showed a nice bulge. The realization hit Ben

like an electric shock. Steven was getting hard. The thought of it

instantly got Ben hard too, and by now he didn’t really care who

knew.

“You getting excited up there”, he called out to Steven, his face

cracking up into a big smile. “Shut up”, Steven growled, giving

Ben a murderous look. “So that's what you wanted to show me?”

Ben grinned, nodding in the direction of Steven’s bulging jeans.

“Impressive.”

“I said, shut up!” Steven repeated, jumping off the chair and

leaning once again over Ben, making him giddy with his smell of

sweat and excitement, that smell that Ben always had loved when

they were horsing about as boys, only this was very obviously a

man’s smell.

Ben wasn’t even scared as Steven looped the black rope around

his neck and tightened it by pulling the other end. Instead the

feeling of the coarse rope around his neck excited him. Somehow

he had never felt so intimate with Steven before, as he literally

was holding Ben’s life in his hands.

“How is our dashing hero going to get out of this sticky situation”,

he thought. “Join us next week to find out.” Steven looked

annoyed at Ben’s grin and tightened the rope just enough to show

he was being serious. “Do your worst, buddy”, Ben thought, also

suddenly serious and looking Steven straight in the eye. In some

deep corner of his soul he felt that it would even be alright to be

killed by Steven. There had always been an unspoken connection

between the two of them, like they were meant to be together

somehow. As the rope slowly tightened around his neck, Ben felt

strangely serene and exhilarated, and at the same time more

excited than he ever remembered, as he watched Steven’s grim

look as he pulled unrelentingly on the black rope. “I won’t scream

and I won’t beg”, was the last thought that passed through Ben’s

mind before all went black.

“I thought he’d never shut up”, Steven thought to himself as he

was untying the XXXX Ben. Steven wasn’t a man of many

words and had never been able to express his feelings for Ben.

But today was different, he thought as he stripped Ben of his

clothes and folding them neatly on the table. Today they had

crossed a line together, and they both knew it. Steven let Ben

keep his underwear on as he carried him upstairs, laying him on

the bed and stroking his body softly while waiting for him to wake

up. The night was still young.

Prom Night by Toldeo Ty (Writer's block 2nd place)

It had been a long school year and was glad to see "prom night"

finally arriving. Although I didn't have "a date" I still intended to go

as I enjoyed seeing all the hot guys and I knew James would be

there (who I secretly had a crush on). Always received "mixed"

signals from him and wasn't sure if he was interested in me or

not. I finished putting my tux on and headed out to prom. I greeted

all my friends as I entered including James. I tried to avoid Stan

as he had made unwanted advances towards me in the past.

While mixing with everyone I suddenly discovered a note had

been stuffed in my pocket which simply said..."meet me in the

basement". I wondered if this possibly was from James as I made

my way down into the basement.

I spotted a wooden chair in one of the corners just as someone

came up behind me with a ski mask on (who I thought was

James) telling me to sit down in the chair. Did James actually

know of my fantasy to be "XXXX"? I complied and he pulled

my hands behind my back and began wrapping rope around my

wrists. This instantly gave me a boner. WOW! How did James

know I was into being tied up? I couldn't help but smile as my

fantasy was coming to life. He took another rope and wrapped it

around my chest and arms, pinning my arms to my sides. The

excitement of this was incredible! I was so turned on, I wanted to

play with my hard cock but was unable to do so which only added

to the whole scene. I was sure that my "excitement" was showing

very prominently though by pants as I was tied up more. Next he

moved around in front of me and wrapped rope around each

ankle and then pulled the rope up to the center part of the chair

(pulling my feet up off the floor) and secured it. I continued

watching with a smile on my face.

Next, he took another long piece of rope and wrapped it tightly

around each leg (just below the knee) and then after securing

both legs tied it off to the front rung of the chair. I began to

struggle a bit and discovered I was very tightly tied to the chair

and it didn't feel like I could actually get free (even if I had wanted

to). Once he was sure I was secure he reached down and played

a bit with my hard cock. I moaned in ecstasy! Suddenly he

stopped and pulled his mask off. To my XXXX it wasn't James but

Stan. I began bucking in the chair to break free of his devious

scheme but he had tied me very tightly and I couldn't find any

knots to try to loosen. Stan looked at me and laughed. "I guess I

have you now, don't I?" He leaned over and kissed me but try as I

could I couldn't break free or stop him. "Stan, let me go." Looking

at me with a very lustful stare he answered..."I don't think so."

"I've told you before that I don't have any feelings toward you."

"Then why is your cock so hard?" he laughed as he once again

grabbed my cock and teased me some more. How could I

respond to that? For as long as I could remember I always got

hard just from the sight of rope and if I saw pictures of a guy tied

up that got me even hotter. Now, finding myself helplessly tied up

(even at the hands of Stan) I couldn't help but be hard. Try as

hard as I could I couldn't break free of the ropes holding me tightly

to the chair.

"Nothing to say?" Stan then produced a black strap and after

attaching one end to a hook in the ceiling he wrapped the other

end around my neck. "Maybe this will change your mind" he said

as he walked away and back up the stairs. "Why don't I let you

think it over." Although I wasn't "hanging" from this it was making

it increasing difficult to breathe. The more I struggled to get free

the more my air was cut off. I tried to keep from panicking but I

was afraid I was going to pass out. I tried yelling but the noise of

the music upstairs made it impossible for anyone to hear me and

yelling only used up more oxygen.

Just as I felt myself beginning to black out I heard James voice.

Quickly he undid the strap around my neck as he asked if I was

alright. I told him that I was as I sat there and caught my breath.

James said..."I saw you come down here and then I saw Stan

come back up but when you didn't return I thought I would see

what was going on." James began to reach for the rope to untie

me but I looked at him and said "No, don't." A bit puzzled he

stopped and looked and then he spotted the bulge in my pants.

"Hmmmmmmm...Looks like someone enjoys being tied up." I

shook my head in agreement. "Well then, why don't we have

some fun?" he said as he reached down and played with my hard

cock and then bent over and kissed me. I passionately kissed him

back and then I felt his tongue against my lips so I opened my

mouth and our tongues intertwined. After kissing for awhile James

said "You look hot all tied up helpless like that." All I could do was

moan as I was so turned on by this whole scene. Suddenly, I

thought about Stan. "What if Stan comes back down here?"

James simply smiled and said I cold cocked that son-of-a-bitch

and hogtied his ass up in the restroom; so don't think he will be

bothering us." I smiled and replied "Maybe you will hogtie me

sometime." James looked at me and smiled as he continued to

play with my stiff cock "You can count on it, stud."

 

Model: Jay

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/12/2008