TorBound's Bondage Tales

Dark night grips the land in a torrid smother and whipping winds howl and gale slashing against home and hearth, all windows are battened down against the furore of the tempest whilst rain blasts the many slate roofs of feeble villages and their cloying inhabitants. Amongst this great storm lies an island in such contempt of natural forces that it exists outside such ephemeral concerns. The oily black stone tower of Dalafal and its ancient wards kept away more than just weather, however. Neither Man nor beast nor army nor legion could break open Dalafal unless its inhabitant wished bid them enter and so capricious he was that he rarely did. For the advantaged wizard no mortal peril could ever do him harm, indeed it seems the only real hazard such gifted beings face is, well, themselves…

Hex peered out the high window of the 30th floor toward the storm wrapped all around the shimmering blue ward dome of the tower. He had to stand on his tiptoes to do so being a femmy little shortstack who could never master the ‘Enchantment of Adequate height’. Although it was night he could observe as the clouds parted against the ancient magic barrier and how the rain ran down its sides collecting in great pools at the base. He smirked, swiping the hair from his eyes, a bolt of witch green breaking up the sheer black of his messy hair, the product of yet another spell gone wrong and now seemingly irreversible.

‘Come on gods, can’t beat a simple weather ward ey?’

Hex had no reason to believe in any such deities but it gave him a rise to mock them in such a sardonic manner. He turned away from the window as thunder cracked angrily in the distance. He returned to the centre of the huge dark room, lit rather inadequately by candles, and sat back down at his vast desk, returning to his study of a great brown tome; bound in ox leather and gilded in gold leaf.

‘Bit fancy for such an old snooze fest’

He thought to himself as he continued to leaf through the pages. Hex had began his reading with a bit of excitement having translated the title of the ancient book as ‘Enrapture of Despair and Denial’ he was hoping to find some powerful curses and lost summoning spells for fell creatures but instead from the small amount of Yarsi script he could translate spoke of warning to the reader not to continue with the pursuit of dark magic-

‘Yada yada yada where’s all the juicy stuff you’re warning me not to do hey?!’

And then, as he turned the page for the last time before giving up on this huge waste of time, he saw it.

‘Incantation of Ultimate Denial’

“Now that’s more like it!”

Hexi spoke aloud. He knew far too little of this ancient script except it was from the Abaranthyne civilization who were supposedly highly civilised and peaceful people from many thousands of years ago. They were the first civilization to do away with capital punishment and by all accounts Ancient Abaranth was a utopia. Hex knew it mustn’t have been so. Anything like that was always too good to be true. It seemed he was correct in this instance as the tome he was now reading appeared to be some kind of book of joke or punishment spells. He couldn’t work it out.

“Ah fuck it”

Said Hex

“What’s the worst that could happen, I mean, the counter curse is right below it!”

And so to the best of his abilities Hex read the spell allowed focusing his soul mana into his speech

“Ath Ro Ka Ro Daye Sipth Ath Maso Mano Ath Kalytho!”

As soon as the words were spoken a binding green light illuminated the chamber as a tiny green sphere of energy flew forth from Hex’s outstretched palm. The odd orb seemed to have a life of its own as it zipped about the room buzzing like a fly seemingly looking for something. Suddenly it paused and Hex got the distinct impression it was looking at him.

Suddenly, the orb darted towards him at lightning speed and before Hex could even think of casting a ward it slammed into his upper chest throwing him violently against his plush leather chair, he rebounded and fell crashing onto the floor. He fell unconscious and remembered no more for a long while.

2 HOURS LATER

Hex awoke groggily, he got the sense he had been doing something very stupid before he went to bed but for some reason he couldnt remember. He opened his eyes and realised suddenly that he was lying on the smooth stone of his study chamber.

“What on earth was I doing…”

He said to himself chastising He sat up and at once noticed something rather peculiar; His dick was hard as stone.

Now for Hex this was hardly new. Every morning he woke up with an erection and he bet other people did too (Not that Hex bothered with other people). But this was different; he felt bigger than usual and the way it throbbed sent shivers of giddy lust down his spine like waves of pleasure constantly lapping on the shores of satisfaction. He rounded on himself

“Hey stupid stop being, theres work to do!”

But his brain soon lost out to the nagging of his body.

“Well seeing as i’m already hard, why not just have a little me time?”

Hex picked himself up and promptly sat his butt down in his comfy leather chair. Leaning back he pulled his silks aside and let his sizable member free. The move was shocking and his head nearly fell off his shoulder as he lurched back with a sudden spasm of pleasure. For some reason the cool air of the chamber had made him nearly orgasm, why in the world was he so sensitive? Biting his lip the young man placed a surreptitious hand on his dick. Even as soon as skin touched skin that same sensation only now many times more intense struck him dumb, his eyes rolled back and he drooled onto his exposed chest.

“Whhhhat thhhe fuuuckkkk~”

He said in a hazy voice. The logical part of his mind knew something was very very wrong here, he had been magically altered in some way, he was sure of it. He looked back down tk his cock and shrugged.

“Fuck it, lets do this”

Hex had somehow gotten himself into this mess so he thought he may as well enjoy himself. He gripped his member once more and reeled from the beautiful sensation. He began to pump slowly at first as tides of desperately strong pleasure whirled within him he started to moan in time with his pumping as he grew to a steady pace getting faster and feeling growing euphoria as if each nerve in his twink body sang for more and more and more and… Nothing

“Wha- what the fuck-k”

Hex didn’t get it, he was there, at the edge of his O and ready to leap, but something went wrong. The pleasure grew ever more, by the gods he never felt so wonderful but all that was cast asunder by the denial of release. Hex tried again and nothing and then again and again and again but nothing would happen. With each time the pleasure grew more rapturous and the denial ever crueller.

Hex was properly scared now. He got a hold of himself and scrambled about his desk for tomes, it was hard to focus through the haze of lust that was threatening to turn him into a permanent goon puppet of some unseen trickster. He found some tome bound In Ox Leather with gold leaf, he tossed it aside deeming it useless and it sailed into the roaring fireplace, burning quickly to nothing.

“Come on, come on, come on! Please fu- fuck pleeeease I need to cum I need to I need to pleeeeease”

He was going absolutely manic now as whatever incantation placed on him seemingly knew he was trying to escape and as such redoubled its lustre spreading now to his prostate which seemed to throb with a deep full pleasure.

After approximately 40 seconds of searching which felt like 40 minutes to Hex he finally found something that might save him.

‘Per Latus Penatus’

‘For Penitent Cows’

He knew it was a summoning spell of some kind but he just didnt give a single fuck what it did, the boy needed to cum right now there was no time to wait, certainly no time to read the details. He repeated the spell as written with a heady lust in his voice and a nervous stutter

“A-an hestus ip adan-n p-per latus penat-penatus.”

Suddenly a bright puff of pink smoke burst from Hex’s position and the room was rendered opaque for many seconds.

When the room finally cleared of smoke a truly disastrous scene was on display. The summoning spell had worked, it was indeed a summoning spell. As per the creators design it was to be used on naughty cows who could only be milked under restraint. The creator also seemed to have a creative flair as Hex’s garments were also replaced.

Hex was now wearing a delightfully lewd outfit. On his legs cow pattern thigh high socks hugged the soft flesh of his toned legs and thick thighs. His hand and arms too were covered by nearly shoulder length cow pattern gloves of the same soft cotton as the socks. On his neck was a thick white collar with a tiny cow bell at the front. And finally his mouth was held agape by a huge white silicone ring gag.

So there was Hex the Cow trapped in an odd apparatus of shiny silver. It looked like a pillory holding his neck in place and forcing his arms together behind his back and above his head so he was forced to look at the floor. His waist was secured further back bending his torso forward at a 45° angle at the waist. His legs were spread wide apart and bent at the knee so that he was suspended in an odd frog-like position. This metal was cruel and totally unwavering in its capture, despite Hex’s upcoming struggle it wouldn’t budge at all until someone spoke the countercurse. This was only the restraint however; the real problem was the milker.

Although the designer had shown his flair the spell was actually meant for production and as such he had designed it for maximum production. Attached to the waist portion of the rig was a lithe silicone fleshlight covered internally with thousands of soft little bumps all vibrating at speed. The milker was on a pump that could be set to different speeds as of now it sat idle kess than an inche from Hex’s tortured dick. He knew already this was gonna be bad.

Hex looked down to his dick as best he could in his taught position and watched with horror as the milker began to slowly move toward his penis.

“NUH NUH PLSSHHH NUH PLSHH AAAAA”

His poor member had barely touched the entrance of the warm pink rubbery material and already he could feel the vibrations deep in his core. He starred in unreality as he watched his dick swallowed whole by the milker his body lurching involuntary this way and that to try and escape but it was bo use the sensation was at once heavenly and hellish. Hex couldn’t do this he just couldn’t he-

The milker began its programme

Suddenly Hex felt the intense vibration of the milker and it began to pump in and out in and out at a quick pace, never letting more than half his dick out of its grip. It was just too much Hex howled into his gag sounding more like animal than person.cearly the milker was designed to get as many orgasms as possible and yet it had not overcome the denial spell someone had placed on him. What resulted was a desperate nightmare of wonderful pleasure punctuated by hitting the summit of bliss, all just to plummet back down feeling much more sensitive each time.

It had been about a minute and Hex had already lost all sense

“CUH CUH CUH LEHHE CUH LEHHE CUH LEHHE CUH PLSHH PLSHH PLSHH PLSH I CHHT I CHHT PLSHHH CUH CUH”

And so on ad infinitum. Hex wouldn’t ever be able to get out of this by himself and given the powerful magics of the tower he’d never want for food or drink and he’d neve age either. No one ever came to dalafel and so no one was likely to save him. It was more likely Hex was soon lose his mind and learn to enjoy hell on earth. It didn’t matter either way, there was nothing he could do about it.

Hex looked out the window as he felt the release of an orgasm disappear from grasp once more. He muttered barely more than a whisper

“Plsshh shhhonhh plshh hlflf mh”

As if in answer a smaller pink poof of smoke burst from the apparatus and Hec found he was now plunged by a thick black leather blindfold, his ring gag had been replaced by a thick white rubber ball gag a whole size bigger. In his ass he felt a huge plug filling him up and vibrating powerfully deep within him. His feet had been secured toe by toe and mechanical brushes were now tickling him mercilessly. And on top of all this the milker had gone into overdrive having clearly been annoyed at Hex for not cumming.

And so it went on and on and on.

And so Hex would be a new permanent fixture of Dalafal. A living art piece depicting hubris in its purest form, a Narcissus who could gaze but feel no joy, an Icarus doomed to fall but never land, and, more simply, a stupid foolish boy getting just what he deserves.

Maybe the Gods got the last laugh after all…