An uptight college student gets put through gay bondage hell by his devious roommate and his friends in this reader submitted story by Le Barberez.
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Bondage, with a Haircut
by Le Barberez
Series: Bondage with a Haircut
I was a male University student who was pursuing a degree when I met a crowd of people in my apartment, like about 43, which was shared with a roommate who I knew as Darren, Darren went to the same University as me and we both were fine off with barely knowing about each other. Until of course, one of the guys smirked. I thought for a moment that this was nothing to obsess over. I simply walked over to my desk and sat down, and started up my computer, a lot of giggles and chuckles were going on behind my back, but I simply ignored it. Suddenly, one of them broke out into tears of laughter and kept on pointing at my butt, to which the other guys and Darren stopped giggling and finally laughed out loud. I tried to get up, but as it turns out, my pants were super-glued to the chair. I walked to my bathroom with the chair on my butt, got out of the pants, and got into a fresh pair. I then threw the chair out into the trash and got a dining chair to sit down on while I worked on my computer.
Several months passed as I started to learn that they were all devious pranksters, including Darren. That's when one day, I found that I was super-glued to the wooden chair I sit on for eating. Several of them suddenly whipped out their belts and bound me to the chair. Darren came up to me and whispered in my ear," We noticed that your hair has grown a bit longer," and flicked my ponytail hair, which caused several of them to chuckle," so I decided, out of my own courtesy, to give you a haircut Josh."
One of them pulled out a large towel and tied to of its corners around my neck. Two of the others then grabbed my face and kept it still as Darren forced the clippers down my scalp. After leaving my hair buzzed with several bald patches, one of them suddenly leapt on my chair and whispered into my ear, "Ever heard of bondage?" He suddenly let down his pants and revealed a rather large dick. The guys who were constricting my head forced open my mouth and the man shoved his dick down my throat.
I wasn't warned that they liked bondage. Particularly traumatized by that event, I was scared of everything associated with haircuts and barbering. Barber capes, clippers, even razors, but I managed to live on. Of course Darren noticed how trauma was taking its toll on me. That's when they started forcing upon me bondage haircuts whenever they get the chance. Then, on Darren's birthday, I was chloroformed, but when I woke up, I found myself in a basement of some sort, which was where I was forced into a rubber straightjacket with an opening for a dick and a hole for where the butt would be. Then they strengthened it further with ropes chains and lots of duct tape, and even attached a leather collar with four chains on each side, tied down to a barber chair with a hole in it by leather straps. Darren then came to me and said, I heard you didn't like anything associated with haircuts."
He smirked as they all suddenly started strangling me with numerous amounts of barber capes, one over the other, I couldn't even contract my neck, then he spoke again, "Now, we can have our fun." What was weird was that it seemed that they were well over a hundred in number. That was when several of them grabbed my head and kept it still while everyone else grabbed something. I could feel the clippers being forced down my scalp, and scissors snipping at my hair, I could feel hair yanking at my long hair and hands kneading gels, cream and pomade into my hair, sometimes grease.
Suddenly, someone said," Surprise!" Thick shaving cream was suddenly being sprayed on my mouth and multiple hands reached out, shaving it with a razor at the same time. I suddenly felt myself squirming in agony as one of them shoved a dick up my butt through the hole in the chair, but it wasn't much of a squirm when you were restricted so much. They were having fun trying out wacky haircuts on me, like a hybrid psychobilly-mohawk with split dyeing and highlights and shaved sides, and extremely greasy, blonde, pompadours, and an orange burnt afro the size of an exercise ball. One of them then muttered something about taking my own trash out, and stuffed the hair cut off into the rubber suit. After growing bored though, they didn't stop there. Darren suddenly came up to me, a worn out, completely-bald 22 year-old male, too tired from trying to resist, with splotches of thick foaming cream still left on my mouth, reached under the capes and unfastened the leather straps.
I thought it was finally over as he shoved my off the chair, but then he inserted a vinyl-covered electronic tail that wagged and vibrated that was meant to be put into a butt, but as he turned it on, the vibrations felt like extremely painful butt-fucks. Then he grabbed a chain connected to the collar on my neck and whipped it, screaming commands like Sit! and Roll! whilst being forced to bark. I halfheartedly rolled and he kicked me in the stomach, from which I started to do with my best effort, Then, they all got up from the floor and stripped naked, forming a path with themselves as walls and one of them was waiting at the end of it.
"Fetch!" Darren whipped at me and I didn't understand at first, but after seeing Darren point at the dick of the man waiting at the end of the path, I immediately started squirming to him, motivated by the whipping of the chain on my collar. As I squirmed through the path however, the men started squirting cum all over the narrow path they formed and me. Disgusted, I stopped for a moment, only to be whipped again. Upon reaching the end though, The man shoved the dick into my mouth and pulled it in and out. slapping me and saying to suck on it, to which I grudgingly obliged.
This went on for a while before being forced into other bondage acts like suspension with butt-fucking and being hung upside down while sucking on a dick and being strapped onto a table and having cum being squirted onto myself. Some of it was particularly torturous like having my head in a wall urinal through a special hole and men trying to aim into my mouth, which was being forced open, and my foot being attached to my chain from the collar through a pulley, but then after about maybe 8 hours, they strapped me back to the chair and poured on me all the cum, leftover gel, pomade, grease, cream and shaving cream, and all the tools they used that day, and stuffed my butt and my mouth with several automatic fucking machines. One of them even pulled out a camera which he was using to record it all, attached it to a laptop in front of me and played the video, setting it to play again if it ended, and attached a charging jack to the laptop. They then left the basement in single file, taking along with them their clothes, as well as mine.
Le Barberez