bdgmuscle: Boy bound. Gagged. Stripped. Stashed. Kept. I’d written “Serious swim
bdgmuscle: Boy bound. Gagged. Stripped. Stashed. Kept. I’d written “Serious swim guy” in my profile. He got in touch “You one of those serious swim boys who shaves to take 0.1 second of his time?” I admitted it. He invited me round: “Me and my partner we both like shaved swim boys. What size chest are you? And wear speedos under your jeans.”One was rangy. Long arms and hands. Probably a swimmer. I guessed it was the other who had written: sizing me up with every word he spoke. Shorter, pink faced but on the ball. Not going to waste time. After a chat just: “Time to see those speedos.”When I’d stripped, and sat on the floor, the rangy one fixed my ankles - turns of black flex and then turns of shiny black tape. The hoicked me over and did the same for my wrists. “Open up swimmer boy” said the shorter guy. “Got to get you plugged.” They plugged my mouth and fixed it with more of the shiny tape.Tall guy lifted my heels. Short guy lifted my arms. They carried me like I weighed nothing into a room full of shelves and cupboards beyond the bedroomIn two minutes I was slid into a space - I guess for shoes. As if I were, I don’t know, a pointless nonentity. The flex and tape were tight. The gag was more demanding than I expected. My speedos began to stretch. My body needed to straighten.They looked down at me, and started to pet each other. “Glad his speedos are enjoying themselves.” They went back through to the bedroom. I could hear everything. I started to thrash against the hard wood cage. The flex bit my wrists. The gag made me want to retch. Even while my cock stiffened unbearably into my speedos. They paused a moment. “Hear that?” one said, and carried on. “I love swim boys” said the other. -- source link
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