TorBound's Bondage Tales

CoroQuest: Insane Difficulty Deepthroat

Syd stretched his back and arms as he yawned deeply, resetting his diaphragm. His lush ponytail bumped the headrest of the seat and made him lurch forward. A tad embarrassed, he woke from his reverie and considered the traversing strip of text above the train carriage door.

‘Next Stop: Lux Solis Camp, Prospective Battle Researchers please alight here.’

A giddy grin spread across the young man’s feminine features. He was, in simple terms, beautiful. His father was a huge man of exceptional muscle and chiseled features. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a great big bushy beard, he was as manly as a man could get. Syd’s mother, on the other hand, was femininity made flesh. A smaller woman with striking features set against her dark skin, with mysterious emerald eyes smoldering on her perfect visage. She was curvy but athletic even in her middle age, her hair so dark it seemed to shimmer blue in direct light as it played about her supple skin.

Together they had given their sons an uneven mix of features. Syd’s brother Dex had gotten all of dad’s masculine blessings: the height, the muscles, the chiselled face; he had also inherited his blonde hair, but their mother’s darker skin gave him a unique look. He also possessed those piercing green eyes.

This left Syd to inherit all the leftover femininity his brother had clearly rejected in his genes. Syd was shorter than his mum but just as curvy. He had inherited the dark skin too, but a shade brighter, so his tone was a lush caramel. His hair was blue-black and luscious like his mother’s, and his face was a delicate oval with soft lips and a cute button nose, with eyes that couldn’t help but allure. The only feature he seemed to inherit from Dad was his piercing blue eyes, like pools of azure. Like his brother, it gave him a uniquely striking look.

As he grew older, the feminine features became all the more pronounced. By 18, Syd had decided just to go with it. He wore his hair in a huge ponytail that fell to the base of his neck with a crescent moon clip over his fringe. He wore a matching yellow sports jacket with white stripes, and underneath, a black crop top with black tights that just barely covered his wide hips and huge butt. His flat chest was supposed to make it clear he was a dude, but it seemed most people didn’t get the memo. He had been scolded by girls so much for not wearing makeup that eventually, he caved and began to wear eye shadow and lipstick. It made him odd at first, and it attracted an odd sort of girl, along with way too many weird guys.

Nevertheless, his family had just gotten on with it. The only teasing came from Dex. But that was due to end.

Finally! I’m gonna be a Battle Researcher!

Syd felt ecstatic to begin his adventure to get his very own Coromon partner. It was the leg up he needed to finally get one over his not-so-twin brother. All that was left was to leave the train and finish the signup at the terminal excitedly.

‘Now arriving at Lux Solis Camp’

Came the calm female voice over tannoy.

Syd jumped up at once; it was a good thing he was so short, otherwise he would have banged his head on the luggage rack. He bounced his way to the train doors to be the very first off the train. As it slowed to a stop, the space behind him began to fill. He felt the presence of a large person right behind him, almost bumping into him. He didn’t mind; it was a busy train after all.

Suddenly, Syd felt a hand grasp his ass firmly. He went rigid, not knowing what to do.

‘Oh no, he thinks I’m a chick’

Syd was too embarrassed to correct the man, and so he was stuck in the spot, paused by inaction.

The man seemed to take this as an invitation to continue. He squeezed Syd firmly and began to slowly knead his palm against his soft flesh. He felt another hand creep up to his hip. He drew his eyes down where he could see the man getting a better grip. Suddenly, he lurched back as the man used the juddering of the train to disguise a pull into himself. Syd found himself with his back and butt pressed against the large man. He could feel something throbbing against him when, just as he was about to speak up.

‘Ding dong dong dong’

The train shuddered to a halt, and the doors opened with a hydraulic woosh.

Syd rushed out at once, not daring to look back, and hurried toward the ticket barrier.

Syd felt his embarrassment slip away as soon as he saw the sign-up booth. A silver and high-tech affair, a very smart-looking attendant stood behind the large desk. She spied Syd at once and glared at him over her half-moon glasses.

“New Battle Researcher?”

She sounded bored

“Yes ma’am I just can’t wait to get started! What choice of Corom-“

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great, honey. Use the terminal to your left. Any problems, let me know. Next!”

And with that, he was brushed aside to the terminal. Not quite the start he had expected, but Syd was not deterred.

He inspected the terminal, another super high-tech looking device.

‘Prospective Battle Researcher please insert ID Card.’

Syd dug around in his white and yellow backpack and retrieved his issued ID. The small electronic card contained all his important details.

He slotted it into the receiving port.

“Welcome Syd, please select difficulty”

That was odd. Syd wasn’t sure what it referred to. He turned to the smart attendant; she was talking to a rather handsome guy. She was resting her body on her crossed arms and pushing out her cleavage for effect. He didn’t think he ought to interrupt.

‘Errr maybe the question mark’

Syd touched that item on the screen, and suddenly the display filled with text.

Battle Researchers may apply difficulty settings in order to limit the effectiveness of their spinners (Coromon capture devices) and debuff their Coromon artificially by slowing their growth. There are also additional effects for higher difficulties; please assess the Battle Researcher handbook.

At that moment a VCR looking slot on the terminal opened and slid out a full soft back book that was the thickness of Syd’s fist.

He felt disheartened.

‘Read that? No thanks’

He navigated to the next page.

‘Please select difficulty’

‘Normal, Hard, Insane,’

Syd smiled. This was his chance to prove beyond all doubt that he was better than his brother. Without a second thought, he selected Insane Difficulty.

‘Warning: Insane Difficulty institutes extra penalties for battle losses and disables immediate teleportation and rescue services. Are you sure you wish to select this Difficulty?’

Syd thought perhaps traveling everywhere on foot might be tedious, but he reasoned that the experience would be a true adventure that way.

Without reading what ‘Battle Loss Penalties’ might mean he pressed ‘Yes’

‘Are you absolutely sure you wish to chose Insane Difficulty, this decision cannot be undone’

Syd smirked

‘Oh can ir computer, I know what I’m about!’

He selected ‘yes’ once again.

Suddenly, a warm buzzing sensation began to slide around his body. A faint blue shimmer started to build and build until-

“What the!”

‘Woosh!’

And just like that Syd dissapeared.

The smart attendant looked away from flirting just for a moment.

“There goes another sucker…”

A Few Moments Later

‘Shoosh!’

The sound stopped, and with a whiff of blue light, Syd found himself thrown to the ground. He pushed himself up on his elbows, feeling the warm dirt below him as yellow grass tickled his dark skin.

“What the fu-“

“FYYYYOOOOOOMMMM!”

His curse was cut short by a tremendous roar. He looked up at once to see the largest creature he’d ever laid eyes on. The beast was 10 ft tall and stood on two legs thick as tree trunks. Its torso was scaled and muscled with a deep crimson back covered with crocodile-like plates leading up to a huge square-shaped head with soulless yellow slit eyes and a mouth full to the brim with teeth like kitchen knives. Its arms were thick and well-muscled, leading to gigantic crab-like claws instead of hands.

‘Kyraptor!’

Syd knew his Coromon well enough to know he had to run. Just before his expeditious retreat, a faint blue flash drew his attention to the ground below him.

A single Silver Spinner had just been teleported below him.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t that monster with a single spinner!.’

Acting braver than he felt Syd grabbed the spinner and chucked it full tilt at the Kyraptor just as it began to charge.

The spinner began to rotate about its horizontal axis at tremendous speed as blue light shone from its center. It closed upon the Kyraptor, and Syd was just beginning to hope it might work when, with the laziest of motions, the Kyraptor brushed the spinner away with a single duck of its head.

‘Oh no-‘

Not wasting a second, Syd bolted toward the treeline of what he saw now was a lush and dark rainforest. He couldn’t recall any area that looked like this in his region. He didn’t have a clue where he was. With his trainers punching against the soft dirt, Syd used his considerable speed to breach the dense trees just before the Kyraptor slammed its jaws shut and found itself too large to force a path after its quarry.
Syd was none the wiser; however, he continued to run and run and run even more until his lungs burned and his legs were shot.

When he could no longer hear the gut-wrenching roars of the red beast, he began to slow. First to jog, then a swift walk, and finally down to a labored walk.

He suddenly realized how hot he was as sweet sweat soaked his tight body and ran down his collar to soak into his crop top. He ditched his jacket and shoved it into his backpack. Now in a black top and tights with white trainers, Syd was glad at least he was in athletic attire. He would find it easier to move and run that way.

He continued on for a while after that, not sure where he was going or what he was moving toward when, very faintly, the sound of music pierced the constant insectoid hum of the rainforest.

Syd followed the sound and moved closer in a short time. The music grew louder until he could nearly make out the words. Out of pure chance, he looked at his feet to see a metallic trip wire half a second before his foot impacted it.

‘Fwhip!’

Without warning, the loose leaf matter burst to life as the three sides of a pyramidal cage shot out and trapped Syd within their confines. The trap was huge, and Syd sought to squeeze between the bars at once, getting over his shock. He had nearly gotten fully out when his butt got stuck, and then it was too late.

From his left came the noise of hurried footsteps and the clicking of what he thought were guns.

“We’ve got a live one! Hurry up ya gits!”

Suddenly, three huge men burst through the foliage just to Syd’s left. Seeing the sight before them, they began to laugh.

“Ahhahaha lookee here guys, that certainly ain’t the crimson catastrophe ey? Ahahah”

A slightly shorter but just as muscular man clapped the speaker on the shoulder with glee on his lips.

“Too right, Earl; looks like we’ve got ourselves a tourist. A cute one too; I do believe she’s got her ass stuck.”

“She’s pretty”

Came the dull slathered tone of the largest of the men

Earl spoke up again

“Too right, Burl, she’s mighty pretty, and yes, Merl, I do believe she’s caught by the butt, as it were.”

The men approached Syd with Earl as their leader, Merl to his left, and Burl to his right.

He leaned on his huge rifle, using it to support his massive arms.

“Evenin’ missy, what’s a fine young specimen such as yourself doing in a dreary locale such as this?”

Syd felt the rage of misunderstanding and the embarrassment of capture overcome him

“How many times do I have to tell people! I’m a dude! My name is Syd, and I don’t have a clue where I am. I’m a Battle Researcher, and I got sent here from a terminal.”

Earl raised his eyebrows as if the story was a load of tosh, but it was Merl who spoke first.

“Damn, son. Where in the world do they make lads like you? Could have fooled us; poor Burl is already half in love with ya, harhar!”

Merl wasn’t joking. The huge man they called Burl must have been 7 ft at least. He was staring at Syd with utter focus and drooling just slightly. Syd gulped.

“Look, just get me out of this stupid bloody trap and get me to the nearest Lux Solis Camp, and I’ll be grateful.”

The men went quiet leaving the talking to Earl.

“Yeah, well, we could do it that way; sure we could, but first, I’ve got some questions for you. Now listen here, young man, you answer honestly or we ain’t moving a muscle, even if Big Red shows up. Oh, and by the way, he ain’t hungry. It’s mating season. Catch my drift?”

Syd’s eyes went wide with realisation

“You mean if he caught me he’d?”

Earl smiled cruelly

“That’s right, not as well-endowed as you might assume, but that can keep going for days at a time, you know.”

He picked up his rifle and poked at Syd’s huge ass.

“But that ain’t your concern. Your safe, for the time being. Now to the questions.

Syd nodded, feeling that Earl would help in his own time and in his own way, if only Syd would follow along.

“Good boy now, question one: How many coromon do you have”

An odd question, Syd didn’t consider the repercussions before answering

“None”

Merl choked out a laugh

“None! You’ve got no Corom-“

Earl raised a finger toward Merl motioning him to remain quiet. He quickly complied.

“Question two: how much money do you have”

Syd felt a twang of worry pierce his focus, why were they asking that. Surely they didn’t mean to rob him.

“Nothing on me, I keep it all on my ID Card Account.”

Earl smiled slightly

“I see, and do you have that ID Card with ya?”

“Sure do, it’s right here in my butt pocket.”

Syd reached back to his bum to retrieve his ID. When suddenly he realized he couldn’t feel the familiar rectangular impression on his butt. He searched around, trying to contort his torso to look back, stifled somewhat by the bars of the cage.

“Oh fuck”

Earl cleared his throat

“Language young man, you got a problem?”

Syd turned back to Earl seeing his rifle now trained right into his face

“Err sorry sorry, its just I think I left it at the terminal that sent me here!”

Earl chewed on that. He lowered his rifle and walked a small circuit back and forth in front of Syd.

“Now let’s see here, you’ve wound up in a place you have no idea where. You’ve got no coromon, no money, and no ID, and you need our help to get you back to civilization, or you’re up a certain creek without a paddle. Do I have all that correct, young sir?”

Syd gulped finally realising the severity of his situation.

“Y-yes… I just want to get home, I don’t want to impose.”

Earl stopped and smiled broadly.

“You hear that boys he don’t want to impose!”

They all chuckled broadly, even the slow Burl managed a heavy murmur of laughter.

“Well, that’s a fine sentiment; however, it seems to me that you’ve spent one of our very expensive Kyraptor Traps and wasted a good deal of our time. Not to mention the cost of transporting you back to civilization. There aren’t any teles out here; we have to take you by car, and gasoline isn’t cheap in a post-oil economy, you understand. So the deal is this: what are you going to give us in exchange?”

Syd couldn’t believe what he was hearing. They had him, a young man in over his head and pleading for a bit of help, and all he could think of was the potential gain. His anger boiled over, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out words he should never have said.

“Now listen here you hillbilly fucks. You may have spawned in this shithole jungle but I’ve got a home and a family to get to and what’s more I’m supposed to be getting my first Coromon today. And all you fucking hicks can muster is the urger to rob me, get a grip losers help me or I’ll be telling the police and they won’t hesitate to- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING AT!”

Syd was interrupted by the growing smile of Earl, which widened with every insult and was now as wide as the Cheshire cat. Earl chuckled quietly.

“I’m laughing at you. That was the young answer, young man.”

Without another moments conversation Earl stepped to Syd’s left and raised his rifle to aim at his huge ass

“Hard target to miss-“

Before Syd could plead for forgiveness, Earl had squeezed the trigger. Rather than an explosion of propellant, a soft woosh propelled a dart with red fletching into Syd’s soft behind. At once, the fluid inside began to drain into him, and with a single mutter of

“Wait wuh?”

Emmy collapsed into unconsciousness.

1 month later.

Earl kicked the door of their large barn-shack open and, passing the entrance, he hung his broad-brimmed cowboy hat rather high on their familiar pegs. Burl labored in behind him carrying a huge scaled carcass on his shoulder.

While Burl moved the carcass down to the cool room Earl went over to their ‘Rec Room’ to find Merl busy relieving himself. As Earl leaned against the door way he could hear a hurried wet slapping and high pitched squeals and moans.

“Back at it again Merl?”

Mer straightened up. He was in the corner by an elevated metal cage covered in rings with ropes attached. He pulled back a bit and craned his neck around to see his partner.

“Oh hey Earl, sorry I know it’s Burl’s turn with him today, but I got done resetting the traps early and, well, I can’t help myself but to be truthful.”

Earl chuckled softly

“Don’t you worry about it, old buddy. Not like Burl’s gonna notice. But I do need you to help him down in the cool room. You mind?”

Merl know his partner well enough to know he wasn’t really asking

“Sure boss, I was just about done anyway.”

At that moment Earl walked forward to see Merl pull out of a soft fleshy receptacle. His cock twitched as it pulled back past the lips of their young toy. The toy choked out sticky white cum that soaked his lips and dribbled down his chin. If he weren’t blindfolded Earl was sure he’d have seen his eyes roll stupidly in his head.

Merl washed and zipped up quickly, heading out the door to aid Burl. Earl lingered and surveyed their toy: Syd.

“Well well young man, its been a whole month who are hanging in there”

Syd was heaving in air as best he could. The ring gag allowed him to suck down air but didn’t permit him to communicate with anything more than an affirmative or negative grunt.

“Nuhhh nuhhh!!!”

Earl smiled. He wasn’t enjoying himself. Shocker. Earl recalled the day he had caught himself.

They had got Burl to carry him like a sleeping maiden back to their camp. Burl took extra care in this duty, seeming to grow very fond of the curvy boy. Earl guessed that the great big brute didn’t really understand that their captive was a bloke. He supposed that didn’t matter to Burl. The big fella liked what he liked. And he really liked the young fella.

Once back at camp, Earl set Merl to work converting one of their smaller traps into a holding cage. He wanted something that could hold their captive with relative comfort for many hours at a time and could be easily moved without withdrawing the lad. Merl had done masterful work converting a small Armado cage into a gibbet-like holding cell, with a circle cut from its roof lined with plush leather padding to hold his neck and head in place. Merl had made it for easy feeding, but Earl had better ideas.

It was not enough for Earl to simply stuff him in the cage and call it a day’s work. He used his skill as a master poacher and ex-se sailor well.

Gathering his finest rope of various thicknesses, he worked out a tying routine that would be relatively quick, nice to look at, and most of all, impenetrable to escape attempts.

He called Burl to lay the lad on their newly cleaned butcher table. Earl had them leave his clothes on. He preferred the look of tight clothes over a curvy body, anyhow. He told Burl to help Merl with fabricating the cage and moving it to the rec room after it was done. Meanwhile, Earl set to work.

The leader of the poachers knew that the tranq he used was much too powerful for most human beings; as such, he had removed it only seconds after it had pierced the young lad’s skin. Even still, he was due to be unconscious for many hours. Time enough to finish the ropework.

Earl started by laying him on his stomach. Surveying his sleeping body, he was struck by just how feminine his figure was.

‘Got-damn!’

He gave his huge a solid slap, which elicited barely more than a murmur from Sleeping Beauty. Focusing on the task at hand, Earl drew the boy’s hands behind his back until his hands were touching the opposite elbow. A classic boxtie, he began by securing the wrists to the pit of each elbow before creating a strong pillar that rose up his back toward securing around his neck and collarbone. He wound the remaining rope around his forearms until they were practically mummified. He finished off by retrieving the lad’s socks. He drew them over balled fists and used a roll of duct tape, transforming them into useless balled mittens of silver tape. He tugged the pillar to assure himself of its sturdiness. It barely budged.
Satisfied with his work thus far, Earl moved to his legs. He loved the look of his tights and decided to go for a looser pattern so as to see the tight rope sinking into his thick thighs. He began by securing ankle to ankle with a central rope between which he ran along the middle of his leg, making two loops either side to secure the lower legs before tying off just above and below his knees.

Earl then bent his legs so that his toes were flat against his ass he secured this to the tops of his thighs with many turns making extra sure that was no give in the rope but not so tight as to stop blood flow. With the legs now stuck in position Earl finished off by connection the lower leg loops to upper leg loops around the boys curvy thighs. Once secured a beautiful diamond pattern sunk deep into the supple flesh coated by the black sheen of stretchy nylon.

With his arms and legs secured, Earl was happy the boy would be able to kneel and not much else, but his body looked bare and boring without any rope about his torso, and so Earl meant to remedy this small tragedy.

Starting at the thighs, Earl constructed a slim central piece connected to a spare loop about the boy’s neck. Pulling tight enough without causing pain, Earl drew it taut enough to be supportive. He then began the surprisingly quick process of emulating that same diamond lattice he had created on his thighs. Making sure to center two diamonds over his chest and another over his navel, Earl was delighted when he stepped back after a few minutes. He looked over his prize and, with subtle glee, lifted him into place on his knees, making sure to support his drooping torso to inspect his work.

To say it looked marvellous was an understatement. The harness sunk deep into his bare skin across the bellow drawing the eye toward the inviting divet of his naval whilst the chest diamonds pushed his chest our so they nearly appeared as small breasts eccentuating his already considerable femininity. Earl had made and extra diamond for his crotch and was pleased to see his modest bulge was delightfully bulging in place. He gave it a lusty squeeze. Finally on the back. To secure the bulge he had created a crotch rope to connect to the arm pillar so that any struggle would end up pulling the already tight rope deeper into his has and tug on his package. With harness either side and a rope driven down the middle the lads already huge rear looked ridiculously inviting. Earl had to stop himself from thinking about it. Syd was to share. He made a rule now that, until a ransom was secured at least. They wouldn’t go ‘too far’ with him.

“All done boss!”

Came the yell from Merl at the doorway as Burl trailed in behind him hefting the small but heavy gibbet cage.

“Done boss…”

Murmured Burl.

Merl approached the table and remarked upon the rope work

“Damn boss you’re and artist! He looks might fine indeed. Am I to imagine this means he’s off the table?”

Earl smiled knowing what he meant

“Just his body pal, I think his mouth should be good enough for all of us. At least til we get ourselves a ransom”.

And so, grinning eagerly, the three of them shifted the trussed-up boy into the cage, securing his head in the top hole with multiple padlocks and securing his ankles, knees, and arms to D-rings welded onto the sides of the cage. The final piece was a huge ring that Merl had obtained from one of his travels into town. Earl didn’t ask.

Securing the gag ruthlessly to the boys gaping mouth the trio moved their new ‘relief station’ into the rec room.

A few hours later and Syd came slowly back to the land of the living.

“Muhh wuhhh???”

Syd had woken utterly confused, seeming not to remember the events of only a few hours ago. He looked up at the three men standing before him when it dawned on him.

At once he began to struggle in earnest, his cage rattling as it was suspended at waist height by a thick chain connected to the ceiling, secured to a central point just behind his head. He found he couldn’t move an inch, and if he attempted to do so, all he got was a rope clutching his ass, squeezing his bulge and straining his neck. He began to panic in earnest.

“Ah ah bad toy, save the struggling for later. I want you to listen to me and listen well.”

Despite his fear Syd mastered himself just for a moment.

“Clever lad now. I need two things from you. Your name and a contact number”

“HUUUDD HUUHHDD”

Earl placed a silencing finger on his captive mouth now dripping with drool

“Ah ah ah, put up a fight at least. You can tell us later. After all its rude to speak with your mouth full.”

At that moment the three men unzipped and pulled out their huge members. Syd screamed as they approached and then.

“Guh guhhhh”

Earl was drawn back to the present. Looking at their now very well used toy. He had done his job better than imagined taking load after loaf after load. At first he spat out everyone one but after one week he learnt that if he swallowed they wouldn’t slap him afterwards. However in response to his constant tears Earl had decides to blindfold him most of the time. He liked the way his eyeshadow rain down his face like dark waterfalls of agony.

After week three, Earl had noticed their toy was growing hard whenever it got used. In response, he had Merl fit him with a tight cage. It was important to Earl that his captive derive no pleasure. He didn’t want Stockholm syndrome. He wanted him of clear mind to experience every second of captivity as if it were the first. Sometimes, he would tase him randomly just to keep him scared and unable to determine a pattern that he could grow used to.

Earl assigned Burl to Syd’s other needs. The muscle-bound giant carried out these tasks with unusual care and focus. Earl laughed to himself that Burl was truly in love with the young fella. He would push that today.

“Good day Syd. You haven’t heard that name for a while have you lad?”

Syd stopped his head from lolling to face toward the voice of his tormentor. He looked a total wreck with makeup smeared down to his chin and cum oozing from his open mouth and nostrils.

“Hhhhhh???”

Earl came closer and patted the young man on the head. He was too tired to recoil even though he knew the boy thought he was about to be throat fucked yet again.

“Oh you poor thing you’ve lost all your fight. We can’t have that.”

He ruffled his hair and stroked him gently.

“I’ve got good news for you. Your family has managed to pay our rather exhaustive ransom.”

Earl paused, allowing Syd to swell with hope and relief. He was thinking his nightmare was about to be over.

“Unfortunately me and the boys have decided that we quite enjoy our new relief station. As a matter of fact we’ve never worked so hard in our lives.”

Earl felt Syd grow still. Waiting for the penny to drop, suddenly-

“NHHH NHHH NHHH PLLLHHH NNHHH PLHH LHH MMMMHH GHHHH!”

Earl smiled broadly as the boy swung in his cage sweat and spit flying as he fought with all his might for a millimetre of freedom.

After a minute of struggle Earl caught the cage and brought Syd to a standstill.

“Now now young feller. We ain’t entirely without mercy. You see I run this joint and I reckon you desire a shot at freedom. If you win we will genuinely let you free. Swear on Merl’s life. If you fail. Well we’ll be using all that ransom money on new gear for you that’s for sure. And I may become more lax on which parts of you I allow the boys to use. Understand me?”

With a shudder Syd nodded.

“Good toy now let me get this darn thing off”

With a moments fiddling Earl released the leather blindfold and huge ring gag allowing Syd the first light he’d seen in days. His jaw ached like never before and his voice was horse.

“Thhhankk… you…”

Earl laughed

“Poor lil idiot don’t be thanking me yet. Here let me fix you up some.”

With a tender care Syd hadn’t felt in ages Earl began the task of cleaning up Syd’s face first with a makeup wipe, then warm water, then moisturiser.

“Lovely, spic and span, now let’s sort your makeup”

Earl continued on now reapplying eyeshadow and mascara. He chose a deep purple lipstick and gloss to coat Syd’s lips he applied it with care.

“Well look at you. No one could guess you’re not a finest girl this side of the river. I’ll sort your hair too can’t have you all matted for our little video.”

Syd began to worry now. He knew Earl was the most sadistic of the bunch. Any plan that involved a ‘video’ couldn’t be anything good.

Earl fussed about Syd’s hair combing out the knots and smoothing it down. Retying his ponytail with a wide band, almost like hand grip…

“There sorted.”

Earl stepped back and framed Syd in his fingers.

“Ready for the big show, get in here boys!”

As if waiting behind the door Burl and Merl entered at once. Burl was wearing a loose white tanktop and boxers which failed to hide his gigantic cock. Merl was carrying a rather expansive looking 4k camera, with stand and sound equipment including a boom mic.

Earl revelled in the confused look on Syd’s face.

“Now He’s my villain dialogue boy, you’re gonna want to listen to this.”

As Mer set up the camera facing side on to Syd’s cage Burl sidled along side Earl as he began his speech.

“Like I said before are willing to give you a fair shake at getting out of here but we thought you should only really get to go if you you really really, and I cant emphasise this enough, really worked for it. As such Burl here is going to help you. Burl, show him.

Earl gripped Syd by his ponytail and forced him to look as Burl walked right up to the caged boy and, pulling down his white boxers allowed his huge cock, only half erect to slap onto Syd’s face.

“Oh no please no, he’s too big he’s-“

Earl motioned Burl to take a step back as he clamped a hand over Syd’s mouth.

“Now don’t interrupt me, take a closer look sucktoy.”

Burl held his dick flat to his leg, it nearly reached his knee. Syd saw now that crude lines and letter had been drawn with permanent marker on his huge member. He could make out the length of a ruler with marks indicating inches ending at eleven inches. At the marks of each inches were written words

‘1 months, 2 months, 3 months, 4 months ‘ and so on until the tenth mark which read ‘1 year’ at the eleven mark the words ‘Freedom! :)’ were written.

Syd stared agape, realisation dawing on him slowly.

Earl read his expression and laughed

“That’s right little trooper. In case it weren’t obvious you are going to show lover bot here just how much you adore him and in doing so you-ll show us how much you want to be free. Now the times written are how long we are going to keep you until we play this game again. Now the fun part is the harder you try the longer you have to wait til next time, however if you can reach the very based of this gifted man’s trousers snake then we shall keep our word and set you free. No ifs ands or buts!”

Syd stared at Burl’s dick in awestruck terror.

“I-I can’t I-“

“Shhh Shh shhh now boy don’t be foolish. This giant will be having his way with that beautiful mouth of yours like it or not. The only chance you got out of here is to play the game. After all why do you think I did your makeup so nicely. That purple lipstick will make a fine measuring mark don’t you reckon!”

With a gulp Syd nodded.

“That’s great boy now say it to the camera, we don’t want your family to miss a thing”

“I’ll do it”

He said his voice quivering

“Thatta boy!. Burl! Have at em!”
Without a seconds waring Burl lurched closer and grabbed Syd by the ponytail. Wasting no time lining his duck up to the squishy orifice of Syd’s mouth he rammed himself in hitting the back of the boys throat and reaching barely a quarter of his length inside him.

“Close your lips boy. Need to leave a mark or it don’t count!”

Through the overwhelming sensation of being facefucked Syd remembered to close his lips and sucked properly to try and gain some ground on the massive shift. His eyes watered with the pressure and he began to tear up and choke.

“Ooo looks like 4 months. You can do better than that!”

With the chance of freedom emboldened him Syd steeled himself and slammed his head down forcing Burl further down his throat. His neck began to bulge as he forced the mass deeper and deeper inside reaching all the way to the ‘9 months mark’ before having to withdraw. But he couldn’t. Burl was still holding his ponytail in place not allowing the boy to recoil. Burl gentley drove himself deeper and deeper whilst Syd began to spasm and choke and cry his body screaming for fresh air whilst precum gargled from his mouth and nose. Burl reached ‘1 year’s before releasing drawing Syd back down to ‘4 months’ then up to ‘9’ down to ‘5’ up to ‘9’ and so on. Syd was having his mouth pumped at speed as Burl got into both humping and forcing Syd’s head down in time to gain more please.

Syd had quickly lost the plot and forgot all about the game. He was focused on breathing now each time Burl pulled back to less that ‘4 months’ Syd was able to steal a scant gasp of sweaty humid air before having his eyes rill back at the odd pleasure and overwhelming sensation of deepthroating. This went on for a very, very long time. It wasn’t until Merl called

“Out of storage space boss”

That Earl finally called a halt.

“Let him go Burl.”

Burl was happy as Larry withdrawing himself slowly. as he finally exited Syds mouth a torrent of cum spilled out as Syd spluttered and gasped. He was a mess once again with makeup streaking down his face his eyes red with tears.

“Hhhhhhaaaaa nhhhhaaaa uhhhhh”

He wasn’t speaking real words, just vocalising without purpose or thought.

“Now my boy, lets see how you did, Burl.”

Following the command Burl pressed his duck against his leg once again. It was covered with many hundreds of dark purple rings wrinkled in the patter of Syd’s lush lips. The rings reached all the way up to ‘1 year’ with a single lipstick ring only millimetres away from ‘freedom! :)’

Earl grabbed Syd by the hair as his head lolled in place.

“Now would you look at that you nearly had it! And it only took you 2 hours. But rules are rules my boy. You didn’t make the cut”

Syd was only vaguely aware of what was going on, he guessed that maybe he had lost a game? He couldn’t tell.

“Merl clean him up, I want a turn next. Afterward you can go and buy all that weird bondage stuff you’re always on about”

“Even the sleepsack?!”

“Yes even that crack on now I ain’t got all day”

“Yessir will do!”

As a satisfied Burl stomped off to clean himself and Merl busied himself with cleaning Earl took a moment to whisper into Syd’s ear.

“Bad luck suck toy. It’s not all bad though. At least you’ve got a year to practice. You can start with me…”

Somewhere in the back of Syd’s mind that registered. He work from his stupor and realised what had happend with fresh eyes

“Wait no- wai-“

At that moment Earl reapplied the ring gag and smiled devilishly

“Now now, toys don’t talk, now be a good boy-“

Earl paused to buckled the leather blindfold as Merl finished cleaning and moved away to his computer room.

The next thing Syd heard was a zipper and the next thing he felt was warm flesh near his face

“And suck.”
The End