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Predicament Bondage GameOh ok, that makes sense now. Sounds like you want to make absolutely sure he can't pull up off that dildo. And maximum CBT as he picks up the items with the magnet. *evil grin!*
Posted by Admin 09/19/2020 - 12:45
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Predicament Bondage GameAttached to the board in addition too the dildo impaling him. And hang a heaviest magnet from his ball
Posted by funcagedbear 09/18/2020 - 21:41
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Predicament Bondage GameHmm, do you mean the board secured to a chest harness or collar instead of being impaled on the dildo? Or in addition to? And the magnets around the balls meaning he has to collect everything with a magnet that's hanging from his balls, or?
Posted by Admin 09/18/2020 - 19:52
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Predicament Bondage GameI would want the board secured to a chest harness or collar and the magnets around the balls
Posted by funcagedbear 09/18/2020 - 09:34
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Dildo Predicament ChallengeNice idea! Hmm, now where were those clamps go? And which direction would they get pulled when cranking the ratchet? Maybe his nipples get clamped, and a ratcheting rope from the nipple clamps down to a lower anchor every time he goes up on the dildo he pulls his nipples.
Posted by Admin 08/22/2020 - 23:16
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Story Saturday: A Coach’s Persuasive Motivation, Chapter 13

I tried again, “Please Sir, may I lick your sweaty jock clean?”

“I think you’ve almost got it. You look pretty humiliated, what you’re saying shows it, but there’s something missing.” He adjusted his underwear that was around my neck. “I went for a 4 km run in these, each of 3 days this week. I was saving them for just such an occasion.” He pulled them up and wrapped them around my face, making sure to tuck part of them deep in my mouth, the part of them where his dick and balls were sweating heavily throughout his 4 km runs. Then he removed the handcuffs. “Now try one more time.”

I couldn’t believe he was making me go so far. But I knew it would only get more humiliating if I didn’t go all the way. So I sat up higher on my knees, but my hands up as if they were a puppy’s paws, and

“Pheeze hir ay I ick your hweaty ock keen?”

He laughed, at my expense, “Hahaha, MUCH better. You can start your tongue washing now.” I knew the rest of the team heard and I was to afraid to see the laughter in their eyes if I turned around so I set to, using my tongue to lap against the fabric of Jeff’s jock strap. I have to admit, he tasted great, but that didn’t make it any less humiliating.

When I was finished, or I at least thought I was finished (hoping Brian would agree), he looked down at me with a smirk. “You did a pretty good job down there, little one.”

I let out a sigh of relief. I was actually able to please Brian. Now I won’t need to continue doing this for the rest of the team. (Right?) I looked up at Brian quietly, but if I thought it was ok to speak, I’d be saying, “Please please pleeeeeeeze Brian, don’t make me clean the rest of the team’s jocks!!!”

Just as I was thinking that and hoping for the best, Brian said, “Alright boy, time to do your first load of laundry. But first, turn around and put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told, and Brian re-cuffed my hands. “We wouldn’t want you cheating and trying to use your hands, no would we boy?” I looked up pathetically.

Boy Locked in Irish 8 Handcuffs

“Now get to work cleaning those jocks boy. You have until the team is finished showering and changing, although they’re going to need those jocks at some point while they’re changing…so you’d better get to work. And you’ll be doing this every day from now on, until further notice.”

I was trying to think of a way out of this mess. As much as I wanted to please Brian, there must be another way, some type of alternative. “Um…Brian?”

“Yes boy?”

“Um, do you think there just might be some other way, ANY other way, something I can do instead of cleaning these sweaty jocks with my tongue?”

Brian stood there with an evil grin on his face. He didn’t have to say anything, I could already tell what he was thinking, feeling the ultimate power he had over me. He didn’t have to give me a break. He didn’t have to cut me any slack at all, and he knew damn well that was the case. He let me stew there for a few minutes as he looked up on me with that evil grin, making me fear I crossed the line just by asking for an alternative. Just as I was about to blurt out an “I’m sorry Brian, it won’t happen again!”, he interrupted me before I got the first word out. ‘I suppose there MIGHT be a way. Not to get out of this, but quite possibly to reduce the severity a bit. If I allow it, would you be interested in that?”

“Yes Sir, I can’t imagine anything as humiliating as this.” But then I hoped he didn’t have something even worse in mind.

Brian glanced over at the team. He knew they had been so busy practicing lately that most probably haven’t even had time to jerk off. “Ok boy, here’s the deal. Your teammates have been so hard at work practicing that they haven’t had time to do much else, including those necessities that every man needs. Well, at least those that aren’t locked in chastity of course.” [Another laugh from Brian, at my expense.] “But we also don’t have a lot of time to waste. So to save time, and to help motivate you, you’re going to offer each of your teammates a blowjob, one at a time. If they accept, you will suck the dick of those who accept. You will have 5 minutes to get them off, so I suggest you learn real fast what gets them off and do exactly that. If you succeed, you won’t have to tongue clean that teammate’s jock for the rest of the current week. If you fail, then you will have sucked another dick AND you’ll still be cleaning that teammate’s sweaty jock. Got it?”

“Uh…I guess so Sir.”

“You guess so?” Brian wasn’t impressed with my response. “Or I could make you suck every dick in this locker room AND clean every jock in this locker room every day. Would you prefer that?”

“No Sir! Sorry, I’ll gladly accept your offer. Thank you Sir for your generous alternative, or, um, potential alternative, to cleaning every sweaty jock. I just have one question. If they want a blowjob, will you at least remove the handcuffs so I have a better chance at getting them off in 5 minutes?”

Brian suddenly looked pissed off. “Peter, are you really complaining about the generous offer I just gave you? If I wanted to let you use your hands, I’d call it a handjob. I said BLOWJOB, and that’s exactly what you’ll be doing. And just for trying to negotiate, now you’ll be doing it with that teammate’s underwear or jock, his choice, over your head while you blow him. Any other questions?”

“No Sir, sorry Sir.”

I wasted no time (knowing I’d get into more trouble if I did) in walking over to the closest teammate. “Would you like a blowjob, Sir?”

He responded, “Wow, is this what it’s come to with you? How fuckin humiliating. Hahaha. Yes, actually I think I would like a blowjob, but I want a good one.”

“Ok Sir.”

“But first…first I want you to tell me how badly you want my big cock in your mouth.” As he said that, Brian pulled him aside to explain my predicament to him. He also handed him something, but I didn’t see what it was. He came back over to me and said, “Weren’t you supposed to offer me something more than just a blowjob boy?”

“Um, no Sir.”

“Something like the option to put my underwear or jock on your head while you blow me?”

“Oh, sorry,  I forgot.”

“I don’t think you forgot, I think you were just trying to save yourself some humiliation. Brian here just told me if you try to get out of anything, you’ll get more of what you tried to get out of. So now, not only am I going to put my underwear around your neck, but you’re also going to wash my socks for me before you blow me.”

He told me to turn around, then he quickly shoved his sock in my mouth from behind me, removed the handcuffs and said, “Get down on your knees like a good little bitch and show me how badly you want my cock in your mouth, how badly you CRAVE it, boy.” I did as he said.

Jock Sock Gagged

After a few minutes of him and another teammate laughing at me on all fours like a dog, with his underwear hanging around my neck and his sock in my mouth, he removed the sock, cuffed my hands behind my back again, and said, “Ok bitch, BLOW ME! And make sure you do a good job and don’t take forever to get me off or you’ll be tongue cleaning my jock too, and let me tell ya, it’s extremely sweaty today!”

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