Gay Bondage Fiction | A Night to Remember – Part 1

Straight boy Lucas wakes up bound in a strange place with a mysterious voice that seems intent on putting him through hell. Art by Blacksmith.

A Night to Remember - Part 1
by David Fox
Art by Blacksmith Visit his Tumblr Page or Download his Book.
Series: A Night to Remember

Lucas woke up with a start and gasped. Complete darkness enveloped him and he could not see a thing. He could feel the cool air almost caressing his naked body that was slicked with sweat. What the hell is going on? He thought in confusion.

As he went to wipe the sweat dripping off his face, the young man felt a sharp pull from around his wrists. There was a tightness, wrapped around his wrists and refused to let him move his arm at all. Alarm bells rang in his head as he tried to move anything at all. Both of his wrists and ankles refused to move and he felt the sharp pain from a tightness wrapped around them.

Am I tied up? Lucas thought in a panic. He tried again to break free from his bonds, but his strength was not up for the task. He tried to look around, but the darkness flooded his entire vision. The young man could feel something pressing against his eyes and realized that he must have been blindfolded.

The last thing he remembered was being at the club and talking to this really fine babe. She obviously was into him by the way she was smiling as they talked. He remembered thinking that he was going to be laid tonight before everything went black.

Unable to move and see, Lucas desperately tried to piece the events that led to this happening to him. As hard as he tried to recall last night, his mind was enveloped in a fog that was as thick as the darkness that blocked his vision.

As he tried to call out, Lucas realized that something was stuck in his mouth. All he could do was grunt pathetically as he tugged on his bonds.

Time seemed to crawl like a snail as he shivered uncontrollably. The combination of the cool air and the sweat gliding off his body sent chills through his body. Why was this happening?

Lucas nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt a hand on his face. Straining with all of his might to break free, he shrilly grunted to be let free. The phantom fingers seemed to trace all over his face as they explored his nose, mouth, and cheeks. The invasion of his personal space added to the chills that was already shooting through his body.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” A computerized voice asked coldly.

The young man thrashed as he shook his head. Punishment? What the fuck? The computerized voice made it impossible for him to tell whether his captor was a male or female. Why would he be punished?

Before he could try and communicate his desire to be free, a lashing pain ran across his chest. Lucas screamed through his gag as his body almost jumped from the sudden pain. Another lash was followed by several more as they hit various parts of his body.

His muffled screams grew shrill as the lashes kept coming. As he renewed his efforts to break free of his bondage, Lucas tried to move as much as he could to avoid being hit again. The bondage held firm and each lash continued to pelt him without mercy.

Anger exploded through the young man as he tried screaming his rage through his gag. Why the fuck was this happening to him? When he got free, he would fucking kill that asshole who was doing this to him!

As the lashings got closer and closer to his bare cock and balls, Lucas pulled as hard as he could against the bonds that held him. His balls finally got hit with the stinging pain and the young man’s muffled screams seemed to last forever. Pain like he had never experienced shot through his balls and he felt like he had been kicked in the nuts a dozen times.

The second lash to his exposed balls was just as bad as the first and Lucas felt pain that he never knew possible. His body convulsed as the lashings included his dick as well and the pain increased a hundredfold.

Why? Why was this happening to him? He was a good kid. Sure, he might have been a bit cocky, but an athlete of his stature was expected to be cocky. Everyone had always loved and admired him and wanted to be him. What did he do to deserve this punishment?

After what seemed like an eternity of his cock and balls being punished by the mysterious figure, the lashings finally stopped coming. Lucas fell back on the cool sheets behind him and shivered as the pain started to slowly fade.

Realizing that he was crying, Lucas shook his head as he tried to stifle his sobs. He felt like a little boy who had just been punished by his dad, although this time he was naked and spread-eagle in some strange place.

The soft fingers returned and started to softly stroke his face once again. The contact of the soft touch compared to the painful lashings sent shivers of pleasure through the helpless boy’s body. With a start, he quickly repressed the feelings as he would not give his captor the satisfaction of seeing him enjoy the touching.

The fingers trailed down his face and to his chest. His light brown chest hair was softly caressed as his hard pectoral muscles were gently massaged. Lucas hissed through his gag as his fresh wounds from the lashings were manipulated.

What kind of sick game was this? He thought in revulsion as his chest was slowly explored. He tried screaming through his gag which made the hand that was touching him to roughly twist his nipples. Crying out from the new pain, the young man quickly stifled his screams to stop the pain.

As soon as he was quiet again, the fingers returned to their exploration of the jock’s exposed body. Lucas didn’t know how to feel as the pain and pleasure mingled together in a way that confused the captive jock. He wanted to rip free of his bonds and beat the shit out of this sick pervert.

The hand left his chest and followed the narrow trail of hair down his abdominals and towards the trimmed pubic hair of his groin. Realizing that he was about to be touched down there, Lucas started to freak out again. Pulling on the bonds that kept him from moving his body, he tried to kick with his hands and feet to prevent from being touched in his most intimate area.

The hand pulled away and Lucas sighed with relief as he thought that he was safe for a little bit. His false sense of security was shattered when the lashings started once again all over his body. Shocked by the sudden onset of pain, the young man screamed through his gag as he shook his head in pain.

He tried to beg for mercy, but the cursed gag made it so he could not say a single word. His pleas came in grunts and shrill screams as the top jock was slowly transformed into a mess of pain and tears.

Finally the lashings stopped once again, and it was replaced by the soft hand that traced along the length of his soft cock. Lucas shivered with revulsion and pleasure, but did not voice his discontent. He didn’t want to be beaten again and his pride was swallowed as the hand softly grasped his love tackle.

Lucas nearly sighed as he felt a stirring in his cock and balls. The soft manipulation of his genitals by his captor was causing him to become hard against his will. He tried to think of the most disgusting things possible to keep him from getting aroused, but he was so mentally exhausted from this ordeal that he just laid there and took it.

It didn’t take long for the jock to become completely hard and he could feel his captor stroking his seven inch erection. Lucas moaned softly as his impressive cock was tugged and stroked. There was still lingering pain from his earlier beatings, but the pleasure that he was feeling now made him confused as to how he was supposed to feel.

The hands left his dick throbbing and twitching against his firm abdomen. Lucas panted through his gag as he tried to calm the raging monster that his captor had awakened. A new series of lashings started to rain down on his hard cock and full balls as he bit down hard on the gag that was stuck in his mouth.

Shrill muffled scream after scream tore from his throat as Lucas felt a new level of pain. His cock quickly shriveled back down to a normal size as he tried to somehow cover his pride and joy from being punished.

His tears started to flow freely again as any sense of pride that Lucas had remaining quickly vanished. The pain was more than he could bear and he knew he would do anything to stop this sick torture.

Eventually the lashings stopped once again and Lucas sobbed through his gag as the vestiges of pain still ripped through his body. He couldn’t tell if his captor was still there or not. His body shivered from the combination of pain and the coolness of the air. The jock never felt anything like this before in his life. The mixture of humiliation, vulnerability, pain, and pleasure was overwhelming to the good looking college student.

With no signs of his captor, Lucas tried once again to break free of his bonds. Although he had little hope that he could break free, he felt he had to do something before the next wave of tortures hit.

He prayed to God that someone would find him and get him to escape from this hellish nightmare. With his sense of time completely scrambled, he had no idea if it was day or night. It could be anytime of day and anywhere for all he knew. That unknown only made the terror of the situation worse for the bound jock.

The hand suddenly returned and started to softly massage his sore genitals. The hand seemed even softer as it was covered with some kind of cream. The cream was lathered all over his lashed cock and balls that stung when it was applied.

It didn’t stop there as the other hand joined in. The cream was applied to every part of his body from the neck down to the soles of his feet. Lucas knew that he should resist, but he didn’t want the lashings to return. He was completely powerless in this nightmare and he only hoped that he would be rescued soon.

As soon as his top part of the body was covered in the cream, Lucas felt something pressing against his mouth and nose. Thrashing in fear, he was forced to breath the toxic fumes as the darkness consumed everything. The energy was leeched from his body as the darkness entered his mind. The last thought that Lucas had before he passed out was that he hoped that this was not the end.

1 Comment

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   scotts60143 - July 28, 2016, 6:18 pm

   Great beginning! Can’t wait until I have time to continue it!! Like the way you described his feelings of helplessness…makes the story quite interesting!