tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482664471340850642024-03-18T21:33:27.883+00:00Bound ArtworkA blog for male bondage artists and writers.Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-23891355986466779552024-03-18T21:30:00.004+00:002024-03-18T21:32:53.504+00:00Sett's Capature<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3wxzI2NpE3SlCzlsbQmO_I1tuxPGF6f2luVKIacTECGUvKyja8vbZ-c7xhEXSGba8GjsC_oI17_6QcJzS4NsZLka1c9KDULBbdvPQ7YtRJLsQ0cicViUUDdEMKaFORLLPev0ntLHn7I1EhyphenhyphenRhFUIhs9EWeHxSTrE8-WprUfusasTOg2aoBxSehIbxws/s2625/Sett1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2625" data-original-width="2515" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3wxzI2NpE3SlCzlsbQmO_I1tuxPGF6f2luVKIacTECGUvKyja8vbZ-c7xhEXSGba8GjsC_oI17_6QcJzS4NsZLka1c9KDULBbdvPQ7YtRJLsQ0cicViUUDdEMKaFORLLPev0ntLHn7I1EhyphenhyphenRhFUIhs9EWeHxSTrE8-WprUfusasTOg2aoBxSehIbxws/s320/Sett1.png" width="307" /></a></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEfvavYmvsS9E7pLse9qIGSAsBYda5BHh12OOyOn9-fHqRQaSibGUsOkgjdJHaWbFrF4L9hUD2HYvqS9lInyyCpFR7mccY7WE_qcws5O8zFLJfBZpp_dviAzbFcQtL5E0IaJxsE5-jgNORtoHCGgDZ_YkdX4ABatRch3i5rE5hHoMDSU9XVw_elEL/s4262/Connor%20Gavin%20Eden.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4262" data-original-width="3306" height="663" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEfvavYmvsS9E7pLse9qIGSAsBYda5BHh12OOyOn9-fHqRQaSibGUsOkgjdJHaWbFrF4L9hUD2HYvqS9lInyyCpFR7mccY7WE_qcws5O8zFLJfBZpp_dviAzbFcQtL5E0IaJxsE5-jgNORtoHCGgDZ_YkdX4ABatRch3i5rE5hHoMDSU9XVw_elEL/w514-h663/Connor%20Gavin%20Eden.png" width="514" /></a></div><br />"Asshole" was the first word that came to mind in describing Gavin Reed. The detective didn't make any effort to conceal his disdain for androids, even in a professional setting. "Synthetic beings that resemble humans," or "plastic pricks" as he called them. The fact that the Detroit City Police Department had installed a number of the new RK900 model "Connor" vexed him greatly.<div><br /></div><div>Another incident at the Eden club was just more ammunition for his cause. But at this point, no other office was enticed by the idea of spending the entire evening investing the crime scene with his grumpy attitude complaining about all the "dancing sex robots" at the place of the scene. "Fine then," Gavin scoffed. If nobody wanted to partner up with him, he wasn't gonna make a fuss. After all, they did have disposable partners now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even Connor picked up on the miserable position he had been put in as he got into the police cruiser with Reed.</div><div><br /><span><a name='more'></a></span></div><div>As the pair entered the Eden Club, they were greeted by a dimly lit hall, sparkling like an animated night sky, stationed with large display glass each containing a near-naked body, an android posing for potential buyers. "Great---plastic prostitutes," Gavin muttered under his breath. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUxizAI3D4EHKtxd2b51jXiYrOtE4iXGvsoBQN81W1ZLH_7DgQAaFrf9bpq-SbldkLEmACu92IxUix2dcWFOkTevm10Q1wPG3gASaq5Yqnj6TzZef23URpUX_6RQp0XIBArS4SF_Jlsp2z4DK5umgAthd-IZXDIULTj-3FeThikdOU0i2h052TDNw/s540/Eden%20Club%20Animated.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="540" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUxizAI3D4EHKtxd2b51jXiYrOtE4iXGvsoBQN81W1ZLH_7DgQAaFrf9bpq-SbldkLEmACu92IxUix2dcWFOkTevm10Q1wPG3gASaq5Yqnj6TzZef23URpUX_6RQp0XIBArS4SF_Jlsp2z4DK5umgAthd-IZXDIULTj-3FeThikdOU0i2h052TDNw/w400-h208/Eden%20Club%20Animated.webp" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>Even from his first survey of the scene, nothing really seemed out of place, but that of course didn't stop the detective from scoffing at the "shameless display." At this point Connor could begin to reliably predict when the next complaint was coming and whatever sense of self he had started to develop injected what he estimated a fair assessment.</div><div><br /></div><div>"You know detective, these androids are only here because people want them. The club remains a highly profitable business with an abnormally low incident rate compared to the counterpart."</div><div><br /></div><div>There it was. The passive-aggressive attitude that every Connor would eventually develop. Gavin wasn't having it. Without warning, he dragged the android into a side room and pushed him up against a glass.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Listen here---" he sneered and made direct eye-contact, "I'm done taking shit from a fucking bot. Your job is to be a nice little obedient-"</div><div><br /></div><div>His sentence cut off when he noticed the naked android on the other side of the glass. It was, <i>another Connor</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Don't let me interrupt, Detective." The second Connor spouted with a coy wink. The first Connor frowned, unsure of the situation and tried to inject, "Detective, I'm-"</div><div><br /></div><div>But there was no getting through to Gavin Reed now. This made his day. "Hah- HAHA-" He didn't know where to start. The ethicality of having a police model also be a sex model, that alone would help him get back at Connor once and for all. But the situation itself was so enticing he couldn't help himself.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I could buy you, right?" Gavin quipped. "Detective-" The first Connor tried getting a word in but was already too late. "I could fuck you... in front of you-" Gavin asserted, grinning from ear to ear, already over the moon with all the implications as he prattled on, "I knew it. I fucking knew your cocky model came fully equipped."</div><div><br /></div><div>The second Connor nodded, smirking as if he was enticed and gave a curious yet serious enough expression to sell the suggestion, "I see you're unhappy with your current escort, would you like a free exchange?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Detective, that's the culprit-" Connor realized, but it was too late. Gavin didn't even hesitate to press the button. </div><div><br /></div><div>The apparent strength enhancement on the rogue android meant the second the glass opened up, the model just stepped out and slammed their heads together, knocking Gavin Reed out in an instant. With his partner unarmed, the original was easily overpowered and dropped next to his unconscious partner, cuffed with their own handcuffs.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Shit," Connor cursed before his evil counterpart leaned down on him and murmured, "Stop resisting, brother. After all, I know your chemistry. I'm going to make this... fun."</div><div><br /></div><hr><div><br /></div><div>An hour had passed. Slowly but surely, Gavin started to regain his senses. He already felt the cool air licking against his bare skin. The intense and stiff sensation of his arousal. A big rod lodged in his mouth, tasting like plastic. His body tightly constricted, pressing up against a cold hard surface all around him.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Mmmfh-" He grunted as he opened his eyes, looking directly at his android partner. Naked. Pressed up against him with a big padded gag. </div><div><br /></div><div>Gavin looked down and scowled at the situation. They were both stripped naked, tied up in full-blown bondage with both of their hard dicks roped together before shoving them into the glass he had so carelessly opened. There was no escape from this narrow prison, but that was never going to deter the detective from furiously bumping against the glass in his struggle.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Mmh-MMMFh-MMMPH!"</div><div><br /></div><div>The blue circle on the side of Connor's forehead turned yellow, a sign of stress in his mental processing. But this was something else entirely. Arousal. It was undeniable the constant back-and-frothing between them had sparked some affection, even with his resolute personality. And now-</div><div><br /></div><div>"Mmmfh-" Connor moaned back, as he sensed the warmth of the detective's strong body and hard cock constantly press and shove against his form. The sense of eroticism was overwhelming him.</div><div><br /></div><div>"N-OOMH!" Gavin protested with such a grimace. No, this fucking android was not about to go into horny mode while they were fucking trapped in here. "Mmmfh mmh nmmmph mf-" He ranted off into the gag, not even making a lick of sense. Connor tried responding in kind, "Mmph mmngh nnh mmmph?!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Mmmp- mmm mmmph!" They really couldn't get a single word out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why was the android blushing? Why did he have to look so attractive and endearing? With actual drool coming out of his ball-gagged mouth, acting so flustered with that lean body all packed up right in front of him? The urge to just- thrust again him was so hard to resist. "Mmmfh-" Gavin grunted, irritated at not even being able to get off.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>This was going to be a long night. </i> </div>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-64209798151192233772022-11-18T04:23:00.005+00:002022-11-28T06:55:21.008+00:00Malzahar Tentacles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='566' height='470' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzfeFmu7CvUgn1taEHMW_MgsF1fbHUqbeNPzHSxR6Hux1xahXLDdak5vTYr9CwBPutLjtacRmwz63E7hI4DeA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div>Malzahar stuck with some salacious tentacles in the Void, unable to escape with every limb stuck and hole filled. 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Debonair Malzahar</b> stripped and tied up, for the "<i><strike>Don't</strike> </i>c<i>over them up, slut" </i>meme.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Alternate versions:</i></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wev3zgAPAH2_bKmdwk3Ep7X7GcU4kU1S3HOZBZEbm9j3Tbc76COzf--kdYPJypDAg6VMzGP464cZM7iTjnrYsMr6M1K6zV70ZKaTHyrTvRTjk-ZHmq2pIwB5v_8YRH9RnpBvIgLPhoidlMZLAuVsLPDGmxgcbFChSLbMKs6BxoVyky9MqeMHALDo/s3033/DebMalz2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3033" data-original-width="2248" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wev3zgAPAH2_bKmdwk3Ep7X7GcU4kU1S3HOZBZEbm9j3Tbc76COzf--kdYPJypDAg6VMzGP464cZM7iTjnrYsMr6M1K6zV70ZKaTHyrTvRTjk-ZHmq2pIwB5v_8YRH9RnpBvIgLPhoidlMZLAuVsLPDGmxgcbFChSLbMKs6BxoVyky9MqeMHALDo/w148-h200/DebMalz2.png" width="148" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-A-UpGDbjPv-htxwyWskFZIurMCSdwIVK_LWXn1jcvdNVD0Tda4iubVd7UKWF0YaLAvPLpDnInonhGXqAu4IDCTbz8DgwbruzDojAlXRpssl_F0MsdgGo3WmZE8Z4GdAVbuAJnRWo8ZAFUNY8c8heiMSzWwoX9Qh_EjYaKSKeF95v93sYdPjTNyJS/s2878/DebMalz3.png"><img border="0" data-original-height="2742" data-original-width="2878" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-A-UpGDbjPv-htxwyWskFZIurMCSdwIVK_LWXn1jcvdNVD0Tda4iubVd7UKWF0YaLAvPLpDnInonhGXqAu4IDCTbz8DgwbruzDojAlXRpssl_F0MsdgGo3WmZE8Z4GdAVbuAJnRWo8ZAFUNY8c8heiMSzWwoX9Qh_EjYaKSKeF95v93sYdPjTNyJS/w200-h191/DebMalz3.png" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivJq_g47uAj4vG-DFmUkhoOBqEIvG4G7Tq3vXOhFdH6JnY9w2xqGK3BCC0l40YzkYz_rofHzKNznrrSOk5WN34RvAWMxW7oVDBT9dgqrFHGRLmi_sTZ9zJyx4IBvAOWO2rfo6mZmRSsKR-AUkL5F_I4flWLjfPIJSIX18nBzNwmtpzVlFqpTMmPSIv" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>damohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277386204156623013noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-76574333770398351372021-08-01T21:32:00.116+00:002021-08-03T00:16:09.499+00:00Yoru and Phoenix<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBwDq22zYtyw1wfKP_3ifYhHfT3g1rVZXtW6NXrlTDe7jJ4mft0ri4LEhK9FZuHkXAk8iLuadP5bcEVFiTNV4Gx_SprYIIDpPAn2UiRspPiuvE7ETqwGQnYS056DuywfgbkYHpejKK50/s2048/Phoenix+Yoru.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1919" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBwDq22zYtyw1wfKP_3ifYhHfT3g1rVZXtW6NXrlTDe7jJ4mft0ri4LEhK9FZuHkXAk8iLuadP5bcEVFiTNV4Gx_SprYIIDpPAn2UiRspPiuvE7ETqwGQnYS056DuywfgbkYHpejKK50/w600-h640/Phoenix+Yoru.png" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>It was a partnered assignment from the Valorant agency. Despite bantering and bickering, Yoru and Phoenix still partnered up a lot in spite of their indifferences. They had a certain 'chemistry' as some would call it. "Ugh... get a room already."</p><p>But despite their bratty romance, both agents were extremely good at what they do and could pull off miracles. Yoru was cold and calculated while Phoenix was impatient and reckless. In practice, Phoenix drew their attention and created the openings necessary for Yoru to clean up.</p><p>Only this time, they both messed up. Phoenix let an enemy walk up behind and knock him out cold. "That idiot," Yoru cursed reactively and gave himself away. When they came to it, both of the agents found themselves among the 'merchandise' they had been sent to rescue.</p><p>Stripped of all their armor, restrained with thick rubber robe and fixed in an befitting position face to face unable to say a word with two red ball-gags adoring their big mouths. "WHA-ph t-mh FU-mh."<span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p>Naturally they struggled to escape their predicament, and of course their prideful ego checked up on each other frequently as if to see who was winning in getting free first. But with thick unbreakable restraints, neither of them were getting close to freedom and the constant glances on each other's naked wriggling body was spurring another reaction.</p><p><i>Arousal.</i></p><p>The more they fought to get free, the more they wanted to just fuck already. But they weren't able to do that either. And just as their tall and towering lengths touched, their captor entered the room dressed in black with a mask. You couldn't see the grin but hear it in the smugness of his tone.</p><p>"Looks like my two uninvited guests are enjoying themselves already." His approach towards their dicks made Yoru stare like he was trying to kill the man with his eyes. A slight hint of panic in Phoenix's eyes as the man grabbed more rope off the floor.</p><p>"NO-omph!" Yoru snarled into the gag and furiously jerked his bound arms as the rope was raised to his dick. Moments later, his manhood was as restrained as the rest of him with his balls bound like a pair of cherries.</p><p>It didn't stop there. Phoenix then watched as his dick got the same treatment, the nervous sweat rolling down his forehead. Then a rope to connect their balls, joining their bondage by their genitals.</p><p>"A gift to keep you entertained for the stay," their captor taunted as he pulled out a small round device on a rubber band. ...A vibrator. He was joining their dicks with a vibrator, pulling the two hard shafts tightly together while pulsating enough to keep them rubbing against each other.</p><p>Both of them grunted and moaned as the device whirred on. "Have fun," the captor said and left them in the room again. They both writhed from frustration and pleasure.</p><p>After another thirty minutes of non-stop stimulation, their dicks were leaking precum and their faces blushing red. Realizing this was going to be a long night, Yoru shot his partner a sharp glare and tried to utter a sentence, "LOO-mh WHA-ph YO-mh GO-ph um IN-pho, IDI-ofm!"</p><p>"...FUC-mh MA-hn!" </p>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-28740549968042284892021-06-11T22:31:00.000+00:002021-06-11T22:31:18.275+00:00Shen Zed Suspension<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqmyBYpV8BgAGqpX0Au5VC1tNb6tnIlb48mG9Z5Yuc7vs8NZ23Vwy8g9fms9u5x1PEaNUNkd3ZcMkfpH-TrTKloEgm4yw-4S3noxVxAP7RmCGeu9ORbCrYv5-DGMCXWgdYw9-NsIwqxY/s2048/Shen+Zed+Suspension.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="2048" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqmyBYpV8BgAGqpX0Au5VC1tNb6tnIlb48mG9Z5Yuc7vs8NZ23Vwy8g9fms9u5x1PEaNUNkd3ZcMkfpH-TrTKloEgm4yw-4S3noxVxAP7RmCGeu9ORbCrYv5-DGMCXWgdYw9-NsIwqxY/w640-h356/Shen+Zed+Suspension.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table>"Unnfh..." Shen groaned, heaving from the tension as he found himself shamelessly stripped and bound, the sturdy powerful ninja found himself suspended above his <i>master's</i> bed. He really was completely stuck like an ornament hanging from the ceiling, writhing with his naked and sweaty body. <br /><p>In front of him was the master of shadows, lying in the bed watching his big captive struggle in his grip. His erection towering in front of Shen's face.</p><p>"Zed-" Shen pleaded to him, the captive ninja's dick twitching for attention from how long Zed had been toying with him. And any time he started to get too wild, his master would happily reel him in with the actual leather leash around his dick like training a pet.</p><p>Thrusting his dick against the silvery mask, Zed spoke with a tone so smug you could hear the smirk, "Beg for it, Shen."</p>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-7393618739113266922021-06-04T16:53:00.004+00:002021-06-04T17:08:55.176+00:00Darius Ekko Academy Story<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Darius and Ekko: Obey the King</b></span><br /><ol><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Chapter Index</u></b></span><li><a href="https://boundartwork.blogspot.com/2021/06/darius-ekko-academy-story.html#1">King of the Academy</a></li><li><a href="https://boundartwork.blogspot.com/2021/06/darius-ekko-academy-story.html#2">The Crown</a></li><li><a href="https://boundartwork.blogspot.com/2021/06/darius-ekko-academy-story.html#3">Test of Strength</a></li><li><a href="https://boundartwork.blogspot.com/2021/06/darius-ekko-academy-story.html#4">Power Struggle</a></li><li><a href="https://boundartwork.blogspot.com/2021/06/darius-ekko-academy-story.html#5">Dethroned</a></li></ol>
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<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter 1: King of the Academy</span></h2><div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OUAzp1sjzGK9ZI6tNocPjvwIHvmgBoCcMrp19HudWtGYa6z0SD29fXEIfrRHN4MxV8u1GdGO-T651OXHvag6WoWtILr2O6SA-3KP5mc3Y9RzxnczlPcsKQuILXX5mC7qpz5a_n44Wkw/s1199/Darius+Story+Thumbnail.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="1199" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OUAzp1sjzGK9ZI6tNocPjvwIHvmgBoCcMrp19HudWtGYa6z0SD29fXEIfrRHN4MxV8u1GdGO-T651OXHvag6WoWtILr2O6SA-3KP5mc3Y9RzxnczlPcsKQuILXX5mC7qpz5a_n44Wkw/w640-h384/Darius+Story+Thumbnail.png" width="640" /></a></div><p>"Anyone else wanna try for the crown?" Darius raised the challenge to the crowd after sending yet another big-headed ‘class hero’ trailing out of the gym with a deflated ego.</p><p>Every guy before him hoped to cement their reputation as the hottest stuff by dethroning him as the reigning champion. An invitation that was principally a shameless contest of pure masculine ego between the academy’s jocks. And excellent showmanship.</p><p>Silence spread across the gym, like the kind teachers dreamt of in their classroom. Everyone was waiting to see who would step up next, but no one did.</p><p>“Heh,” Darius chuckled. Finally he had peaked. Now there was no question to his-<span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p>"Time to step up and show how it’s done," the voice of a young cocky black male shot through. Darius glanced between his peers to see who stepped forward, but found none. Instead the challenger emerged from the most unqualified clique.</p><p>The bookworms... the chess players... the know-it-alls. "...Nerd," Darius remarked.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntA2l0El-Sy8lqQnVJhH7xhyphenhypheng_jWZC76UHAAESJ64d7OdZj35wJuEXIFsWWRIIm7eYP7DyKnMf0c0SIVAFAogwtyFB9H41bfjGqxhWk9VTP6nf8IBgIYYHj0A-GviP0DHx3gkUtSs0Mo/s395/Ekko+Crop.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="263" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntA2l0El-Sy8lqQnVJhH7xhyphenhypheng_jWZC76UHAAESJ64d7OdZj35wJuEXIFsWWRIIm7eYP7DyKnMf0c0SIVAFAogwtyFB9H41bfjGqxhWk9VTP6nf8IBgIYYHj0A-GviP0DHx3gkUtSs0Mo/w154-h233/Ekko+Crop.png" width="154" /></a></div>Ekko was an exceptional example of such. The short and skinny kind of lean, large round glasses, fancy clothes and a shiny white hair-do that said, "I am smart and smug about it." <p></p><p>“Hahaha,” Darius broke into laughter with an unimpressed frown like the wolf being challenged by the lamb and turning to the obligatory trash-talk, "Did someone hide your backpack again or... have you come to get embarrassed?"</p><p>"Hardy har har," Ekko retorted and gestured like a caveman with a matching tone, "Me big jock, gym my turf." His charm was already winning over the crowd, provoking Darius even further as he nonchalantly ignored the jock’s presence strolling into the center.</p><p>“What’s the last game you won that wasn’t digital?” Darius remarked and threw Ekko the ball. The nerd caught it smoothly, rolled it across his shoulders into his other hand before spinning it on the tip of his finger and taunting the jock. “Man, when’s the last time you won a game with style or is bulldozing your only talent?”</p><p>“Oooh,” the crowd exclaimed and Darius gritted his teeth.</p><p>“Fine... let’s see what you got,” he begrudgingly accepted Ekko’s challenge with a bothered sigh and eye-roll. The crowd cleared as Ekko prepared his shot, cocked his head and drew a confident smirk. Turning his back, he threw it over his head and landed a clean shot without even looking.</p><p>“Suppose that wasn’t… terrible,” Darius commended in such a condescending tone and glanced into the crowd the moment anyone tried to clap. Picking up the ball, he made a point of closing up behind the nerd just for the physical impression. Easily two heads taller... wider, bigger. Clapping him on the head as if congratulating a child.</p><p>With a mocking frown, Ekko fired back with an equally ridiculous tone and taunted him again, “How about you spare me the big talk? Unless that attitude is as high as you can throw..”</p><p>“Hah, get ready to see some real moves, ner-” Darius began </p><p>“Oh, big talk!” Ekko interrupted.</p><p>Laughter from the audience wasn’t helping Darius’ anger. He practically growled and rolled his shoulder, taking a deep breath and with a single hand, raised the ball up high before slamming it into the floor, bouncing it once before landing a goal. Strong and steady, much like the player. </p><p>"Not bad... not bad. A little... unoriginal, but that's still nice," Ekko commented with a pursed lip. The compliment sounded so pitiful Darius snapped, “Let’s see you do better then.”</p><p>Taking three long steps further back, Ekko began to dribble the ball harder and faster in-between his legs. Phones came out in droves to start recording. As the momentum built up, he let it fly up in front of him, dashed forward and jumped up to hit it, sending flying backwards into another stylish goal.</p><p>Applause from the audience got louder and even Darius paused at the casual display of skill. </p><p>“Hmph,” he grunted with a satisfied smirk, that spark of excitement in his eyes. Now that Ekko had actually managed to wow the audience, he had a worthy opponent to shut down and earn him even more prestige. A hunter who finally found the kind of game he lived for to conquer.</p><p>Without a hint of doubt, Darius moved three steps further back, crouched down and leapt into the air. Tossing the ball with such force at the ground it bounced against the floor, flew so high it almost touched the ceiling… then plunged into the hoop.</p><p>Applause roared from the audience as Darius once again walked up to Ekko and muttered, “...You know what they call me, nerd.” The way he still managed to make that "nerd" sound so insulting was an art, the tension between them so thick now you could cut it with a knife.</p><p>“King, king!” The crowd cheered as he was winning them back.</p><p>“I’m not bowing yet.” Ekko contended in face of his posturing, though not as confident anymore, took twice the distance this time and a deep breath before making his attempt.</p><p>Starting with the in-between his legs again, Ekko closed his eyes and whispered to himself, “Just… focus.”. Then, as the ball bounced up in front of him, he grabbed it, jumped into a backflip and threw it. It bounced off the floor, then off the backboard before swirling into the hoop.</p><p>The crowd paused in silence for a moment before breaking into cheer, “Ekko, Ekko!”</p><p>Darius blinked like, "Are you kidding me?" There was no world in which he expected Ekko to upstage his best move. At this point it was going to be hard to even match the nerd.</p><p>Still... he wasn't about to lose here. Impatient and determined to come out looking better, Darius moved to the far end for the highest distance possible with the single intent of cutting the match short and hauling home the win. And the cheer quickly changed to his title, “...KING, KING!”</p><p>Sure of his victory, Darius flexed before leaping impressively high up and launching the ball like a cannon. Even Ekko’s eyes widened at the shot.</p><p>A strong throw. ...Too strong, ricocheting more than bouncing. It smacked against the billboard and flew back.</p><p>The pause and silence felt like an eternity. </p><p>"FUCK," Darius roared in frustration. He didn't wait for a reaction either and just stormed out. Which immediately made the crowd roar and applaud their newly crowned underdog. This was the kind of talk that was going to make the rounds for weeks.</p><p><br /></p><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="2"></a><h2><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter 2: The Crown</span></h2><p>The school day had passed. The once busy gym now stood empty, save for one student sitting and reading a book on the stands.</p><p>Soon the gym doors shot open and Darius, now dressed in his dark blue school uniform, marched in stomping like an angry giant and searched with his narrow stare. “Ekko!” He roared as he spotted his victim on the stands and berated him. Cracking a knuckle he came right at the guy grumbling, "...So this is where you've been hiding."</p><p>But rather than raising the fist, Darius dug underneath his shirt and pulled out a necklace, presenting it to the unusually calm nerd.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGUYM3eyL-RO8GFGpGdrboHRKP8_vthJwACtfxWS9kVl-aYyqP-EfL-0u6J_6iMWjpYunwP7h8SK4qn2Y83Vw4XG5PCPKgGL_8XX-b8vFHJZiOIsjBdNMpu3E1oVJl-S_s40U0tBP0UU/s1500/Darius+Crown+Necklace+Tooltip.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="679" data-original-width="1500" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGUYM3eyL-RO8GFGpGdrboHRKP8_vthJwACtfxWS9kVl-aYyqP-EfL-0u6J_6iMWjpYunwP7h8SK4qn2Y83Vw4XG5PCPKgGL_8XX-b8vFHJZiOIsjBdNMpu3E1oVJl-S_s40U0tBP0UU/w400-h181/Darius+Crown+Necklace+Tooltip.png" width="400" /></a></div><p>Ekko raised an eyebrow and remarked, “Oh… the crown is an actual item. I had no idea.”</p><p>"Ezreal held it for a minute. Garen won it from Jayce," Darius bragged as he held it up. A simple grey metal shape with three spikes and thin chain. It looked like the kind of trinket that was probably once awarded to a jock by a cheerleader... and then passed on through generations as a status symbol.</p><p>“...Oh! That’s what’s been keeping you busy in the gym… literally protecting your title,” Ekko remarked somewhat impressed and Darius nodded proudly.</p><p>But as Ekko reached out to receive his token, Darius objected and yanked it back before the nerd could grasp it. “You haven’t earned it yet,” the jock argued as he held the pendant up in the air with an inquisitive frown, “...A few cheap parlor tricks isn’t enough.”</p><p>“Hey!” Ekko complained and looked puzzled before it clicked. “...Ah. I see. You don’t wanna have to fight everyone again. If I lose it to someone else… you’ll have to wrestle it back and keep at it again until they back down.”</p><p>He reached the conclusion with a frown, “...You actually want no one to even question you’re the king. You want that title under your picture in the yearbook.”</p><p>Darius pouted and complained, “I worked hard to keep it. You just- ...caught me off guard.”</p><p>At first Ekko chuckled, realizing how ridiculously much he staked on this pendant. Then shrugged, “...Whatever man. We both know I won that. So does everyone else.”</p><p>“On-on-one, right here… right now,” Darius immediately demanded and walked up to Ekko on the stands, slamming his palm down on the bench behind the nerd and closed in. “...A real match, not some math bullshit. If you can beat me, you’ll get the title and necklace.”</p><p>Ekko snapped his book and shook his head before stating the obvious, "You know damn well I didn't sit here for hours just for a trinket... big guy."</p><p>The jock grinned like his suspicions had just been confirmed and flirted back shamelessly while inching even closer, "So... you <i>were</i> just trying to get my attention. Missed my dick, huh? ...Practicing just to get me all riled up and take you just as long and hard?" Leaning in even closer.</p><p><i>His flirting was always so awkward yet strangely charming.</i></p><p>“Hmm…” Ekko doubted and put a finger over his lips, "...Or maybe to put you in your place."</p><p>“What?” Darius blurted out with such an offended grimace like he just got blue balled and blinked unsure whether Ekko was suddenly playing hard to get or actually shooting him down.</p><p>“Man… your head is getting too big for that crown. Think you can take everyone… today it’s my turn,” Ekko asserted, lowering his glasses for a direct alluring glance.</p><p>“Hmpfh,” Darius grunted. Of course he didn’t take it well. With crossed arms, he doubled-down on his earlier proposal. "Put me in my place... I’d like to see you try, nerd. Alright then, I’ll be fair… IF you win this, you can be in charge this time.”</p><p>Of course there was no dodging the rematch. There was no way his stubborn pride would ever allow this mark on his record to slide. Ekko sighed and glanced at the cloak before accepting, “One goal.”</p><p>“That’s all I need,” Darius asserted as his eyes flared up again.</p><p>As Ekko got off the bench to play, Darius pulled a basketball out of his backpack. Of course he had a ball in his school bag. What would he actually be carrying in there, books?</p><p>“Alright,” Ekko accepted and Darius threw him the ball. "...Since you won the last time," he made it sound like such a small accomplishment. The nerd spun the ball on the tip of his finger before the dribble.</p><p>Darius grunted provocatively, “Fancy moves won’t help you this time.”</p><p>The second Ekko began to move, Darius charged forward. Even if he was more nimble, it was obviously not going to be easy getting the ball past that massive unit. And to Darius' surprise, the nerd didn't even try to contest it and almost gave him the ball. Without hesitation, the jock headed straight for the goal with a slam dunk in mind.</p><p>But as he jumped up to deliver his victory, everything happened so fast it was like time slowed down for a moment.</p><p>Ekko had jumped after him, boosting off the jock’s bent legs like a step and knocking the ball out of his grip in the exact moment he was holding it loosely above his head before the dunk. It flew backwards and bounced along the floor.</p><p>While Darius grabbed onto the hoop, Ekko landed and went straight for the ball. “SHIT! ...Shit, shit, <i>shit, shit,</i>” the jock began cursing as he had but moments to drop down and catch up, his heart already racing as he realized the imminent loss.</p><p>Legging it after the nerd as fast as he possibly could, he tried to stop the nerd before Ekko took the free shot. Only to watch the ball fly straight up and seamlessly into the hoop.</p><p>Speechless, Darius took a few steps back still processing it in his mind.</p><p>"...FUCK!" Darius yelled loud enough to scare the birds outside, his eyes flickering unsure of what to say. But when Ekko chuckled and reached out for the “good game” handshake with such honest eyes, a strange calm came over him and he felt a sense of relief. He knew Ekko didn’t think any less of him, how hard the boy had worked to match him.</p><p>For once he let a genuine compliment slip, "...How the fuck did you actually get... decent?"</p><p>“A hot jock made great motivation for practice,” Ekko responded, nodding with his thumb and index connected into a circle like a chef beaming with pride.</p><p>“...So you really committed to this, huh.”</p><p>Ekko at least acknowledged, “...You'd probably still whoop my ass in a full game. But I figured I could get good enough to take a shot at you. Didn’t expect it to go so well." Darius shook his head with a flattered grin, “Tsk… I’ve been playing against too many pretenders.”</p><p>The jock then exhaled and blew air up into his lock of hair. "...Can't believe I lost you twice."</p><p>Walking over to hand Ekko the well-deserved pendant, he still struggled to let go even as his fingers touched the nerd’s palm. With a hint of desperation in his eyes he demanded, “One more chance.”</p><p>“Come on, man...” Ekko frowned and pointed out the obvious, “...We got a date in an empty classroom, remember?”</p><p>Darius realized he had to sweeten the deal if he wanted another shot. “If you… erh… win again, hm…” Even he was struggling to come up with something that would entice Ekko, “...I’ll bottom for an hour… no, two… three...?”</p><p>He was fishing. Ekko wasn’t biting. “...Don’t think I have that much stamina.”</p><p>“Ok, ok...” Darius went back to the drawing board and tried to brainstorm out loud, “We can… compete in any game you want. Just as long as it’s not nerd stuff. Like a board game. Just as long as it’s physical?”</p><p>“...Hmm,” Ekko smirked coyly at the pleading jock. To see Darius this malleable was rare and an idea popped into the nerd’s head. An opportunity he had long hoped for.</p><p>“I’ll give you... one more chance to keep your crown. But it will be a... different kind of ‘physical’ game,” Ekko suggested with a coy smirk. Darius already knew in the back of his head this was a bad idea, but he wasn’t gonna back down without at least hearing what was on the table, “...Maybe, what game?”</p><p>Taking a few steps closer and running a finger down his big chest, Ekko only vaguely hinted at his intention. “Let’s call it a test of strength.”</p><p>“A test of strength?” Darius asked both curious and skeptical.</p><p>“...You’ll be naked-”</p><p>This was probably his best shot. He grabbed Ekko’s hand and locked into his eyes with a leer, "Try me, nerd."</p><p><br /></p><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="3"></a><h2><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter 3: Test of Strength</span></h2><p>The academy allowed students to stay and study in the library until night-time. Although few actually stayed and practically no soul was on campus on a Friday evening with plenty of unattended classrooms... more than enough privacy if you knew the secret passage into the locked rooms.</p><p>In one such lone room waited Darius, visibly impatient. Glancing at the clock every five to ten seconds, making a point of being audibly bothered with constant sighs.</p><p>“Finally... what took you?” Darius asked impatiently as he heard the branches rustle as Ekko climbed across them and in through the window, dropping his backpack on the floor. “I told you, man… had to pick up some stuff. For the test.” </p><p>“Right,” Darius remarked and you could almost hear the brows furrow.</p><p>“This had better be good,” Darius berated with his charitable mood already long gone. Ekko opened the bag and revealed his fresh stock of thick brown rope. At first the jock looked appalled, then frowned with a hint of concern and then finally commented both disturbed and impressed, “You really brought… fucking rope to school?”</p><p>"I told you… a test of strength," Ekko suggested, rocking his palm slightly in a so-so gesture to Darius’ grimace.</p><p>In the most “...Fine” sigh, Darius looked down at the backpack, really questioning if he should agree to this. “...You want to tie me up?” Ekko nodded with a flirtatious grin and tried coaxing him into it, “I wanted to see those big muscles in action.”</p><p>“Naked,” Darius emphasized. It finally clicked what sort of “test” this was going to be.</p><p>The jock shook his head, chuckling in disbelief. He then cocked his head and asserted, "You really think you can dominate me, Ekko? ...Me?!” He really sized himself up in front of the nerd, just to remind him who had the actual physical advantage with his towering height.</p><p>Ekko didn't waver and raised ten fingers then lowered seven, "Give me... thirteen minutes to restrain you."</p><p>“Hm,” Darius huffered, pondering the offer with a raised brow before inquiring, “...How long would I get to break free?”</p><p>“...Thirty minutes?” Ekko asked and the jock immediately chuckled before boasting, “Wouldn’t take me that long, nerd.” He then paused to think, glancing at the backpack. <i>Should he really? Maybe it would be easy… of course it would be easy. How much could the guy even do with thirteen minutes? With all the power lifting, some rope wouldn’t be difficult to break.</i></p><p>With a snicker, Darius suggested, "Say I entertain this notion… you’ll give me the pendant and obey me?"</p><p>"Sure,” Ekko nodded.</p><p>“And…” Darius continued, “...if I can’t?”</p><p>“...I’ll take my prize," Ekko finished the sentence with a smirk and glanced at the necklace, then down the buff torso it was hanging on.</p><p>So that was his game plan. Shaking his head, Darius reluctantly agreed. "Alright nerd... I’ll play along. But once I get free...," he stated like there was no shadow of a doubt, "...You'll be mine. My fuck toy. So enjoy your thirteen minutes."</p><p>Ekko nodded with a slight dubious frown. The challenge was on.</p><p>"Alright, <i>King</i>... undress." Ekko demanded to instigate the session. Probably the first time the nerd had ever tried bossing him around. Darius paused, just standing there blinking, not at all used to taking orders. He then sighed, glanced down and began stripping, starting with his jacket.</p><p>It really only took a second for the power to get Ekko’s head. He found a chair to sit back like a pimp and enjoy the show. "Tsk," Darius scoffed.</p><p>And a show it was. ...The padding didn't even contribute to Darius’ bulk. No, that really was just the actual size of his torso as he pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was massive and pumped with jacked arms and abs stacked like bricks. It wasn’t unfounded that he had been crowned “king” as the strongest guy in the academy.</p><p>“Still sure you can tie this down?” Darius remarked to the ogling nerd, flexing his large bicep.</p><p>Next he undid his belt and dropped his pants, revealing his white boxers and big package. The way it drew in Ekko’s eyes gave him a satisfied smirk, he grabbed the bulge in the “you want this” kind of tease and didn’t pull down until he got the eager nod.</p><p>“Hot damn,” Ekko complimented like he hadn’t seen Darius’ thick dick before, flopping out as he dropped and kicked his boxers into the cloth pile.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZS28K6BV63LJHBIngzXvw13kG5RKlf12uQYbbPEfyWip4-L0JNQk7iGsY5EXwLMXBd_XwPhF6rhK1OnYyG0tnbOhd3pAPgw6mAoNnmB618A1l8bs97YSFR668G1O-csH5-axhRtFz8Pg/s2048/Darius+Back+Update.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2048" height="562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZS28K6BV63LJHBIngzXvw13kG5RKlf12uQYbbPEfyWip4-L0JNQk7iGsY5EXwLMXBd_XwPhF6rhK1OnYyG0tnbOhd3pAPgw6mAoNnmB618A1l8bs97YSFR668G1O-csH5-axhRtFz8Pg/w640-h562/Darius+Back+Update.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table><p>And with that, Darius presented himself to the nerd. A shapely, muscular and powerful body, the kind of physique where you could visibly see the jagged shapes in his buff physique. Tall to the point where he was towering above glancing down, the sunlight glistening on his warm and smooth skin.</p><p>The nerd licked his lips as he took a moment just to appreciate the sight of such a strapping hunk, sailing his eyes over the masculine anatomy.</p><p>Most guys would probably be a bit embarrassed, but Darius loved the admiration and couldn’t help but flex and tighten more of his rippling muscles to really wow his audience.</p><p>"Like what you see, nerd?" He teased with a cocky grin. “Mmh, yes king...” Ekko responded in kind with his erection already poking up through his pants like an iron rod.</p><p>“Hah,” Darius chuckled. He was still the one in control. Even if he had to “obey” Ekko, the nerd was already spellbound by his physique and it wouldn’t be long before the boy was begging for his cock. To which end he slowly reached down, began stroking his length until it was towering in the air, twitching and begging for attention.</p><p>The nerd gulped with drops of sweat rolling down his forehead, his cheeks flushed and you could see the overwhelming desire flaring in his eyes.</p><p>“...Let’s start!” Ekko bursted out, bolted up from the chair as if struck by lightning. Immediately grabbing a bundle of rope from his backpack, stretching it out in front of the naked hunk</p><p>“Uh-oh,” Darius muttered as he realized his enticement had backfired and instead of seducing the nerd, it supercharged his motivation into a state of hyperfocus. When Ekko got like this, there was no distracting him anymore.</p><p>“Alright, alright…” The naked jock excused and glanced at the clock for his salvation, “Uh... thirteen minutes-”</p><p>"Put your arms behind your back," the nerd commanded.</p><p>With a sigh, Darius reluctantly complied and joined both his hands behind his back without further objection. Keeping his proud posture and chest high, only following Ekko’s movement out of the corner of his eyes. If he was gonna submit himself to this… he wouldn’t let it faze him. Remaining still even as he felt the rope wrap zip around his wrists.</p><p>Layer upon layer. Tight constricting rope pressing into his skin.</p><p>“Jeez… how much are you gonna use-” Darius complained as after a mere three minutes, both his lower arms were practically sealed together. He glanced back, tried wriggling them loose and couldn’t even move them an inch apart, like they were just stuck.</p><p>“Gotta make it a challenge to escape, yeah?” Ekko quipped as he had already grabbed the next stack of rope.</p><p>To him, the challenge wasn’t just... tying up Darius, but getting enough rope in to make sure his big captive would stay that way. Given the man could literally rip off a door and had carried a motorcycle over his back, Ekko needed to make every second count. This was like trying to contain a rolling boulder with a set of string.</p><p>“Ugh,” Darius complained as Ekko began to lasso two sets of rope around his chest, one across his chest and the other underneath. “Hnfh-” He grunted, jerking a bit to rebel.</p><p>“Stay still.” <i>“Fine.”</i></p><p>After another three minutes, it was admittedly... starting to feel pretty tight. He finally caved and looked down, watching with disdain as his hard-trained pecs bulged out from the rope squeezed into them. Instinctively jerking his arms against the constricting grip on his whole chest, again and again.</p><p>...Nothing.</p><p>It didn’t even give a little. He could really only flex his fingers at this point. "Ufh…” He grunted, it was an odd feeling to feel so trapped while also completely nude. His wood still standing tall.</p><p>"Join your feet," Ekko asked and Darius hesitated for a few again, mumbling a complaint as he didn’t really want to wobble in such an off-balance stance, but still complied.</p><p>Another two minutes and his ankles were glued together. He looked at the clock with a sense of urgency. Thirteen minutes had seemed like nothing and now the five minutes left felt way too long. He needed to give it his all soon to escape.</p><p>“Uh, you look hot like this…” Ekko remarked as he approached the bound hunk with even more rope. Darius gritted his teeth, jerked in his already heavy amount of restraints and objected with a sneer, “What you got left to tie...?”</p><p>“The best part,” the nerd noted with such a smirk.</p><p>Beginning from the jock’s back, Ekko joined the rope side by side and pulled the set over the trapezius, weaving his way down in a zig-zag pattern to create a harness over the torso. It all seemed like a decorative net... until Darius realized where the design was headed.</p><p>"Wait, ...what the fuck?” He immediately began jerking in the rope and barked, “....You're not gonna do my COCK-" Protesting like there was some unwritten rule as he looked down at his defenseless dick in Ekko's hand, the rope to bind it in the other.</p><p>His toothy smirk said it all. “I’m gonna claim my prize,” Ekko declared and taunted him with a hard grip on his hard dick to tighten the hold. “Ungh…” Darius groaned, realizing now what the nerd had meant. The guy was fully intent on dominating him.</p><p>“Ugh… fuck,” Darius complained as Ekko licked along his length, teasing the tip with a finger to really stimulate him.</p><p>In a moment of stubborn pride and sheer lust, Darius sneered and thrust his pelvis out to push his dick against Ekko’s face. "Just remember... this dick’s gonna ram your ass once I get free. Remember that while you’re roping it." This was who he was. He was going to own it and face any challenge head-on.</p><p>"You are... such a jock,” Ekko chuckled in admission.</p><p>Then corrected himself, “...The king of jocks.”</p><p>“That’s right,” Darius reinstated with a sly grin. It was that admiring glint he was hoping for... the genuine awe of his boldness and guts which made him feel empowered. Even in this naked captive state.</p><p>With a certain glee, the nerd then grabbed his big hung dick and began to work it. Teasingly licking the head, slowly stroking the length with his extra time. Leaving no spot unattended.</p><p>"...Unfh," Darius groaned a little, the way the nerd could work his tongue was astonishing. It didn't take before he was almost at the verge of release, his meat throbbing and hard as rock, towering in front of Ekko with the long shadow across his forehead.</p><p>With another toothy grin, the nerd grabbed the length and mercilessly began threading a rope around the base, looping further around his balls so tight that his erection stood out like a bound handle. His round balls wobbled with his every movement. It felt as intense as it looked.</p><p>"Fucking... arh... hell," Darius cursed and gritted his teeth looking down at his now <i>completely restrained</i> cock. Writhing from side to side, frustrated and horny. After several groans he complained, "Shit’s too tight... like a constant grip around my balls. ...Man. Fuck."</p><p>And there were still another two bloody minutes left on the clock.</p><p>The more he seemed to get upset, the more satisfied Ekko seemed to get. Confident, the nerd rose back up, pulled in the rope around his chest and asserted, "Time for you to kneel, my king...." </p><p>“Ugh,” Darius groaned again and couldn’t even stop Ekko from forcing him down. At this point, his royal title was just a means to rub it in.</p><p>The nerd connected a final rope between his wrists with his ankles, stopping him from standing up again. A few tugs to check his work. He had finished with time with a minute spare.</p><p>Thrashing about impatiently, Darius’ patience had worn out and he began to assert the threats. "I really... really am going to enjoy this fuck." Glancing down at the insane ropework and his twitching, bound dick made his anger pick up as he turned his head back up and continued, "You REALLY asked for it this time."</p><p>“You smug, ann-” He cut off the insults as the nerd was holding some kind of leather pad with two long strings and a phallic knob on the inside intended to slot into his mouth.</p><p><i>An actual padded leather gag.</i></p><p>Glared straight at it, Darius gritted his teeth and protested, "...Put that thing in my mouth, Ekko... and you're not gonna be able to sit tomorrow. You hear me, nerd? ….I will plow your fucking ass so ha----rrmmpph."</p><p>Ekko really made a bit of a show of considering it, from feigning worry to speculating before optimism and finally the cheeky grin before cutting him off before shoving the gag in.</p><p>There really was no fear left of his lordship.</p><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="4"></a><h2><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter 4: Power Struggle</span></h2><p>Half an hour ago, Darius and Ekko were standing in this empty classroom with the jock asserting his towering figure over the nerd.</p><p>Now, the big guy had been stripped naked. Bound. Gagged. Kneeling on the floor, jerking from side to side with a fiery anger that spelled, “You’re gonna regret this” as he practically chewed on the black leather stuck in his mouth.</p><p>“...One more thing,” Ekko mentioned as he picked up the loose rope from Darius’ bound cock and tugged it a few times like a leash before taking a seat on the table in front of the jock to enjoy the ensuing show.</p><p>This obviously did not go over well.</p><p>"Fuc-mmmph, oummh mh ff- mmoumph-" Darius kept running his foul mouth, even though the gag had muffled him entirely. He kept trying to talk like he should be able to, but all he could utter was just incoherent grunts. "Mmmmph, om-mm-mmph, ouumh ammph mph ah mmph!"</p><p>He tossed and turned his arms in frustration, still trying to shake the gag out.</p><p>Just watching Darius in this state was hypnotizing. Bound, gagged and struggling to get free. His chiseled body flexing and jerking from side to side putting every muscle to work. His tied dick swaying from side to side with every movement. Hearing his deep threatening voice so muffled, grunting and groaning. “Mmmphf-- Oomph-”</p><p>Finally managing some calm, he looked to Ekko for the declaration.</p><p>“Alright king. You got thirty minutes to escape, otherwise I’ll be taking that crown and the prize it sits on,” Ekko goaded and looked at the clock. “Three, two, one… go.”</p><p>If you could picture a fiercely strong man trying to escape from an impossibly tight binding whilst also naked and hard, this was Darius. He literally tried jumping on his knees, violently jerking from side to side like he was trying to snap the ropes holding him, his muscles literally tightening and bulging as he pulled as hard as he could.</p><p>“MMM-mh mh AAMH g-mph MMM-hree!” He grunted looking so unbelievably frustrated chewing into the gag in his mouth that robbed him of even being able to say a word in this.</p><p>Every now and then Ekko would reel him back in with a few tugs in the leash on his dick again, which set him off every time. “DOMMPMT D-AMMPH HMMHAT!” But rather than heeding the angry grunts, the nerd instead dropped his pants now and let his own dick out, nudging the tip of his own erection as he enjoyed the show.</p><p><i>Is he fucking serious?</i></p><p>It was such a telling display of power. How the nerd literally had positioned himself a few inches above just to look down into his eyes and assert dominance.</p><p>“FU-MPH Y-OMH,” Darius straight-up yelled at the smugness, not even sounding that loud. Lunging forward to close the distance, almost butting heads with Ekko just pushing him back with his boot and yanking on his leash to reel him in again. Like a wild beast being forcibly tamed.</p><p>He looked back at his own bound body again. From his hard dick roped up to his heaving chest and… the pendant he still had on, so easily removed now.</p><p>Taking a moment to catch his breath, Darius summoned every ounce of strength with one singular goal in mind: Break free. If he escaped, he would get everything he wanted. If he didn’t… Ekko would get him.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDiQzTwMHFzpdmlfIojN3ozLDr83NjkbtGdHHE8XHvtNaXjdkAU11Ehd-Io4hC2p5sPBBO-vXUzB_udWRgPrH5vPSN4s88phsCtb8UJX0OC0CyPCqDfYp7rMP3Lx8tZnYfZFpgJzoYnY/s638/Darius-Anim-Smaller.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDiQzTwMHFzpdmlfIojN3ozLDr83NjkbtGdHHE8XHvtNaXjdkAU11Ehd-Io4hC2p5sPBBO-vXUzB_udWRgPrH5vPSN4s88phsCtb8UJX0OC0CyPCqDfYp7rMP3Lx8tZnYfZFpgJzoYnY/s16000/Darius-Anim-Smaller.gif" /></a></div><p>This time he focused his movement rather than going wild. Forcibly thrusting upwards and outwards, pulling his arms back before again lunging forward, hoping to snap the ropes when he hit the limit. Going at it until the sweat literally began rolling down his muscular body, unwilling to surrender before he had conquered these restraints.</p><p>Trying again. And again. And again.</p><p>All while Ekko kept heeling him back in with the leash on his dick, gently but firm enough he still felt the nerd’s attempt at claiming him.</p><p>“MmMmfh!” He roared into the gag, staring down at the restraints with sheer determination. “Break already, break!” He said to himself. His actual words, “Uummfh, bmmph-!” ...It had to be there, almost.</p><p>...Nothing.</p><p><i>Why the fuck weren’t they tearing?</i></p><p>“WH-AMPH MH F-UPH!?” He roared frustrated, shutting his eyes into a blind rage and started fiercely trashing about just wanting some result. Sweat drizzled down his rapidly expanding and contracting chest, every jerk and movement being met with the tight constriction around him. All while he could feel his rock hard erection craving attention from all this excitement.</p><p>“Time’s up,” Ekko’s voice suddenly announced.</p><p>Darius’ eyes widened as he immediately glanced up at the clock. It couldn’t be true. ...It was true. Thirty minutes really had passed. He paused and looked at Ekko with a sense of bewilderment, his chest heaving from how much he had worked himself up.</p><p>What would happen now…?</p><p>...He couldn’t free. He actually couldn’t get free. He was stuck... like this.</p><p>Ekko moved his hand down to lift up the necklace in his palm, holding Darius by the chin as he looked dead-straight into jock’s eyes while asserting, “...Looks like you’re mine.”</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS1g_cNyrf4zbtk9d5erAV6CIgVWxZJrcuHNK7eAuNnuHD6ef1hPuwmlEX6eYcBHo2z-IrrSHmjXKDJ-Kf6ZdL8kWCcXGEYDb6cwICh_mGu6Z_W-9nbpWqAQWOW5_URIFj-PjfLffdUmk/s2048/Darius+Ekko+1.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1756" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS1g_cNyrf4zbtk9d5erAV6CIgVWxZJrcuHNK7eAuNnuHD6ef1hPuwmlEX6eYcBHo2z-IrrSHmjXKDJ-Kf6ZdL8kWCcXGEYDb6cwICh_mGu6Z_W-9nbpWqAQWOW5_URIFj-PjfLffdUmk/w548-h640/Darius+Ekko+1.png" width="548" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table><p>It took a few moments before the realization really sank in. ...Ekko had him. The nerd could do anything with his body now. He really was the nerd’s captive. This was what it felt like to be a- ...He was the fuck toy now.</p><p>“FU-MPH!” </p><p><br /></p><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="5"></a><h2><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter 5: Dethroned</span></h2><p>All this struggle for some little pendant. “Hm,” Ekko muttered amused as he lifted the chain up from Darius’ chest and glanced at it. A tiny but stylish crown glinting in the sunlight. </p><p>Maybe it made sense. In a way, the trinket represented his overly competitive nature, constantly trying to best others for social standing. A king of the hill contest where there could only be one at the top. The prom king, the alpha jock, the hottest stuff on campus. Popularity, respect, party privileges and lots of sex. Everything that defined Darius.</p><p>Peeling the necklace off him, Ekko raised the chain above his own head and put on the necklace.</p><p>“Hail to the new king, baby.” Ekko gloated with a smirk as he once again tugged in the leash that was attached to Darius’ cock and balls. Sitting above the bound and gagged stud like a throne. Much to the previous king’s dismay.</p><p>“Mmmph Ek-kmho,” Darius tried objecting and writhed for a bit, but sighed and lowered his head with a disgruntled glance. Almost as if he had accepted Ekko as the new “King.”</p><p><i>At least he wasn’t in position to contest the title in this state.</i></p><p>“Hm,” Ekko muttered. In the mood for gloating, he taunted his captive hunk, “...If I’m the king now, what does that make you? ...My servant? ...My toy?” Making a point of hovering above the jock, finally at a height advantage. Darius grumbled and looked so vexed, definitely not used to being in the submissive position.</p><p>“Hmfh- hm-mph,” he grunted a response, looking like he was trying to chew through the gag.</p><p>Clearly enjoying this power trip way too much, Ekko pretended to understand the stuffed mouth and responded, “...You’re right! It’s both. Guess that makes you my... slave.”</p><p>It was like the word struck a chord with him. “N-oomh! ...N-OMH!” He objected with his muffled protest, still refusing to surrender his pride. Why had he doomed himself so much? ...Right, because he thought he’d be in the other position at this point. But a bet’s a bet.</p><p>...And knowing Ekko, the nerd was going to milk this session. Both figuratively and literally.</p><p>“Now that I have you as my slave, ...all evening...” Ekko’s teasing made Darius realize he had agreed to stay like this until sunset. Glancing at the clock again, that was easily three hours away. Three hours of being Ekko’s sex toy. Groaning like he just missed the bus by a second, “Fuu-mmp-mmph…”</p><p>The nerd smirked. He knew what he wanted to do.</p><p>Finally beginning to strip down himself, he jumped on the floor and slowly peeled off his clothes, making a point of dragging it by the restrained hunk who was still hard and horny. Teasing him to the point of almost sticking the buttchecks he couldn’t get to against his big tied cock. Obviously working from the blush on his face and the jerks in his arms to try and claim the lean body.</p><p>“MmmMm-mmmfh…” Darius almost whimpered with eyes that spelled how much he wished he could do anything.</p><p>Bending a bit down to look him in the eyes, Ekko walked a pair of fingers up his chest and flicked his nose to taunt him. “Since you’re not used to being the sub… I think this slave is due for some <i>training</i>.”</p><p>Training. Darius’ eyes widened at the very mention of the word. How was this happening to him?!</p><p>“Heh, and if you learn to obey and submit. Maybe I’ll reward you.” Ekko teased him and Darius scoffed like that was ever going to happen. “Wh-mpmh g-emph fr--ehhmmp,” he really was trying to master speaking stuffed in an attempt to talk back.</p><p>Leaning in closer, Ekko spoke in a softer and alluring voice, “First lesson… you’re my toy.”</p><p>Kneeling down in front of Darius, the nerd began thoroughly groping his slave, sailing his hands up and down the ripped chest, placing both palms on his huge pecs just to feel them squeezing in his grip. “These are mine now,” he remarked to the jock’s discontent eyes, “Mmmph-”</p><p>Inching closer, Ekko slowly moved further and further down Darius’ torso until he finally reached the jock’s restrained erection, jiggling his bound balls and teasing the shaft with gentle nudging and running it through a ring formed by his thumb and forefinger.</p><p>“This is mine too,” Ekko murmured. Darius scoffed and grumbled.</p><p>Running circles below the dick’s head with the tip of his finger, it only took twenty seconds before the dick began to throb again and pre-cum leaked out. All the pent-up frustration and cravings longing for release. </p><p>“Amazing how you’ve been rock hard this entire time,” Ekko remarked and lowered his tone to suggest, “...Maybe you’re enjoying this, big guy?”</p><p>“N-OMMH,” Darius barked a grunt. </p><p>“Your twitching cock says otherwise,” Ekko remarked and it was hard for Darius to keep objecting with his flushed cheeks and the sweat still rolling down his body. “...Gonna be a fun challenge to keep you on the edge and deny you from cumming too early.”</p><p>The way his eyes twitched in response to that notion said otherwise.</p><p>Ekko moved even closer to the point where he was practically sitting on his big slave and began kissing his pecs, moving back down to the dick and turned to licking, smearing the saliva on Darius’ bare skin as he traveled the surface up the chest. Embracing the body one inch at a time, leaving almost no spot unattended.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTu4OcOtwp8YaXH48YyLeU1Yewo6UQ8_oKl_I7DeJBmHsA5f49ArJxGTDNlyX3hnOy-xyqlhpP7eLDFKAaPWqMkcZ8MxhQjX_G2upFR8CfzribUXp98XT-d9J7_lZE9Uv3n-nO8x0cRoU/s2048/Darius+Ekko+2.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTu4OcOtwp8YaXH48YyLeU1Yewo6UQ8_oKl_I7DeJBmHsA5f49ArJxGTDNlyX3hnOy-xyqlhpP7eLDFKAaPWqMkcZ8MxhQjX_G2upFR8CfzribUXp98XT-d9J7_lZE9Uv3n-nO8x0cRoU/w452-h640/Darius+Ekko+2.png" width="452" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table><p>As he reached the neck, Ekko moved behind Darius while keeping a grip on the jock’s dick, the other hand on his chest to tease his nipple.</p><p>Then began the edging. Switching between rapid stimulation, stroking his length fast and hard, to a sudden stop and a hard grip to kill the climax. Every time he felt the sweet sensation of release approaching, grunting, breathing faster, humping into the nerd’s hand as he felt the surge begin, just to reach that sudden stop with his dick practically begging for release.</p><p>“EK-MOH!” He grunted out loud.</p><p>Again the nerd repeated the notion. Again he was denied his climax. After the fourth time, he started to squirm in Ekko’s grip and pleaded, “L-ph mh CU-mph!”</p><p>“No,” Ekko stated plainly.</p><p>After another solid fifteen minutes of constant stimulation and being denied again, Darius finally began to crack and pleaded through his gag. “Lpmh mh mmmuh.” Repeating the sentence frustrated while the nerd made a point of keeping eye contact just to assert dominance.</p><p>“You get it now, don’t you. The first lesson,” Ekko asked as he stopped another climax. Darius squirmed like you could tell how unbelievably titillating it was to not be able to control his own orgasm.</p><p>“Mmmfh…”</p><p>Looking down at his restrained body, his dick still in Ekko’s hand, it finally struck him… he really would never be allowed to cum until the nerd allowed it. He was becoming a toy, losing his mind with the drool starting to ooze out of the gag, struggling to keep any focus and the pleasure was overwhelming all of his senses.</p><p>At this point… he would have to choose between his pride and his climax.</p><p>Ekko continued. Another twenty-minutes of edging him near his climax, Darius began to heave. His cheeks flustered. The way he looked at Ekko with such pleading eyes, begging him. The nerd finally asked, “You wanna cum… big guy?”</p><p>“Ye--mmphhh…”</p><p>This was what Ekko had been waiting for and demanded, “You ready to obey?” He demanded and at this point, Darius didn’t hesitate to put the urge to come above his stubborn pride, nodding obediently “...Ye-mph.”</p><p>A triumph Ekko looked like he never expected to get. The unbreakable had been broken. Overly satisfied with himself, he declared, “Time for your second lesson.”</p><p>Second lesson. Darius started to wonder if he’d still be able to form words after this session. </p><p>Untying the rope between his ankles and wrists, Ekko then grabbed the leash on his cock again, tugged and commanded his new toy. “Stand up, slave.” Even if he had finally submitted himself to the nerd’s authority, being told to stand up with the name of “slave” was still stirring the anger.</p><p>“Hmmpfh-” He grunted, but got back up on his tied feet with some effort. </p><p>Once again Ekko got reminded of how much taller and bigger Darius was. But this time it felt different. Darius looked like a slave now. And to see such a large muscle-bound hunk in complete submission was gratifying.</p><p>“Alright my slave… lie down on the table,” Ekko commanded and looked to Darius still with a bit of doubt. </p><p>“Hmmmpfh-” Darius complained but did as asked. Shuffling over to the edge with his tied feet, bending over and then attempting to roll in order to get his legs up. Just watching him try to move so immobile was already making Ekko’s dick twitch in anticipation.</p><p>The jock then glanced at the nerd, knowing what was coming. Accepting his role with a heavy sigh and a slight annoyed frown.</p><p>Diving into his backpack one last time, Ekko pulled up a plastic bottle. It had a white transparent thick liquid in it with the word “Lube.” He jammed the bottle down on the table next to his captive and then undid the knot keeping his ankles stuck together.</p><p>“Spread your legs, slave.” Ekko’s command made Darius glance down his restrained body one more time before grumbling and lifting his leg.</p><p>You could see the nerd’s “yess” in his eyes as he took a dip from the bottle on his fingers, then slowly running them in-between Darius’ cheeks until they slipped into the hole. Massaging it to prepare for penetration. The jock groaned and jerked a few times in his bound arms from the sensation.</p><p>Grabbing his dick, Ekko poured from the bottle onto his shaft. Looking like he had waited for this day to come.</p><p>He started pushing into Darius. With a grip on his shaft and raised leg, Ekko let his dick push into the cheeks and slid slowly into the hole. Feeling the tight fit all-around his dick as he squeezed his way inside, going as far as he could get in.</p><p>“Mmmpfh-” Darius groaned and squinted, still wrestling with his obedience.</p><p>Pulling out slowly, Ekko pushed in again faster. And faster. Thrusting into Darius and feeling his passage clench around the dick.</p><p>“Unfh… fuck. You’re so hot,” Ekko moaned to the slapping sound of his pelvis clapping against Darius’ ass. Staring intensely at the muscular chest heaving to keep up with the heat, his arms still wriggling a bit. He cocked his head against the table, overwhelmed by the heat with drool pouring down on the table from the black leather gag.</p><p>“Mmmmmfh-” Darius began to moan. His cock started to pulsate again in Ekko’s grip, starting to reach his climax again. “Not yet,” Ekko said and kept Darius from coming again. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzb8ddMva_xqZd8myLgw4ZVaORvN0eun7Vs5Ec_-I1NaBjg2coi6rrGnvIwBSfuresKV_eBtjvyj-0cbPzna1gf6DiTIzSegEUUZ2TFAWRnQ6TgzGGcsOX7HQ5soQvGWwQrkZlVRuPL0/s2048/Darius+Ekko+3.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1448" data-original-width="2048" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzb8ddMva_xqZd8myLgw4ZVaORvN0eun7Vs5Ec_-I1NaBjg2coi6rrGnvIwBSfuresKV_eBtjvyj-0cbPzna1gf6DiTIzSegEUUZ2TFAWRnQ6TgzGGcsOX7HQ5soQvGWwQrkZlVRuPL0/w640-h452/Darius+Ekko+3.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table><p>And for the exact remaining thirty minutes, Ekko fucked Darius relentlessly. Taking only brief pauses to keep his stamina up. The sweat also started to drizzle down his own body. The fading sun glistened on their wet skin.</p><p>It was time for the final push. Picking up the phase, he thrust into Darius ferociously and began to moan, “Ah.. aaaah.” All while the jock groaned with each thrust. “Mmmfh- uuumh-” </p><p>In a moment of perfect tranquility, Ekko jerked his head back, feeling the surge of pleasure as his dick pumped inside Darius. The warm steamy liquid flooded around the shaft, slowly spilling out the hole. Just standing there, breathing heavily as he felt the tension release and the sweet relaxation.</p><p>“Heh, such a drooling mess you’ve become…” Ekko remarked as he finally pulled out, letting Darius’ leg down while the semen flowed out of his hole. “Mmmmfh-” Darius grunted and glanced at the nerd, disgruntled and worn. His dick still throbbing and urging for release. </p><p>Grabbing the bottle of lube, Ekko looked him in the eyes with a frisky grin.</p><p>“You’ve earned your reward... my slave,” he said as he took a grip on Darius’ stiff cock, coating it in lube as whatever smirk Darius could have under the gag finally appeared. “Hmmmph…” At least he was </p><p>Scaling the muscular man, Ekko guided his dick straight up and began to slide down. Feeling the tip press inside, followed by the thick shaft slowly squeezing into his passage.</p><p>...Of course Darius wasn’t going to keep playing the submissive slave and unexpectedly thrust up, shoving it inside and bouncing the nerd on his hips. “Hmmph,” he grunted almost like a chuckle. </p><p>To his surprise, Ekko still had the leash on his dick and tugged on it to pull in his balls and base. “MMMPFH!” He grunted, unwilling to give up this power struggle.</p><p>“Looks like the training didn’t completely break the alpha,” Ekko remarked with a coy grin prepared for this rodeo.</p><p>Pulling back out, Darius prepared himself with a few heavy breaths as he glanced at Ekko trying to reassert his dominance. “Hmm-Mmhpfh,” he grunted like he was initiating the intercourse and moved his shoulders further back to allow himself better control in his immobile state.</p><p>Ekko yanked in the rope on his cock as he pushed back down, almost pulling it into his ass while Darius at the same time attempted to thrust. They were either working together or trying to prove who was in control.</p><p>“Mmmmph… MMMMPFH!” Darius moaned, but this time sounding invigorated and ready to finish. Thrusting up again and again. His eyes began to shut again as he felt all of his tension and pent-up frustration gather in one single motion.</p><p>Finally. The pleasure washed through him like waves of blissful warmth. He felt his load shoot up through his dick. A sensation more intense than he had ever felt before with the rope still squeezing so hard around his base and his entire meat crammed inside Ekko</p><p>“Mmmmmmpfh…” He groaned and shut his head back. His dick still pulsating and unloading.</p><p>Ekko grinned as he began to step off, his own ass leaking with cum as well. The jock was completely done. His muscles and dick so limp. Resting on the table, breathing heavily as he recovered.</p><p>Joining him on the table, Ekko lied beside him to take a breather. Darius didn’t even seem to care about the rope or the gag in this moment, his big chest still rapidly expanding and contrasting, just glancing at the nerd with eyes that said, “Fuck man…” </p><p>They both stared up at the ceiling. Their eyes met once and Ekko snuck in the question with a glance, “Did you enjoy that?” </p><p>Darius rolled his eyes, sighed and then hesitantly nodded.</p><p>“Let’s see who will win tomorrow,” Ekko commented with a smirk. “Hmph,” Darius grunted and looked at him with a raised eyebrow with a glance that said, “You’re on.”</p><p><i>With a chuckle, Ekko raised the pendant on his chest and snuck in one last “...slave.” Furious grunting ensued.</i></p></div>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-27586794690455108452021-05-31T17:23:00.006+00:002021-10-21T05:32:23.356+00:00Punisher_Delivery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNW2-vw3MFoK-1W7PwuMsub43hRT80jIkLl9pEGkkJLYrL_Z9Z3QvlxOwoGUIQu1eMvwPTVaWtv13QcKfdvnxMPcb8AEDui939tdInMy6Z1YrFaGonwprXlURxVF1cGMR7YDwc4IzETtYnjle6H2zAK7BsPRvUNW0-qowZ_2SCD54ENnFkQZUfRrDzEw=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNW2-vw3MFoK-1W7PwuMsub43hRT80jIkLl9pEGkkJLYrL_Z9Z3QvlxOwoGUIQu1eMvwPTVaWtv13QcKfdvnxMPcb8AEDui939tdInMy6Z1YrFaGonwprXlURxVF1cGMR7YDwc4IzETtYnjle6H2zAK7BsPRvUNW0-qowZ_2SCD54ENnFkQZUfRrDzEw=w452-h640" width="452" /></a></div><br /><p></p>damohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277386204156623013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-39077089724505301102021-05-01T23:19:00.007+00:002021-05-01T23:21:18.374+00:00Malzahar Tentacles<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJG0mRqXun5fF4_1F-beCvam9VSJONIEqoukdpBtLf5zTuXd4Mkz42bGQqJ25E00GrhaioCgEuhtDWXjzeA06usATJiWHK8yUJ43QKzjZUTK-hgigbfwA9Iffi-_1yEOx97aIEmHAaH3I/s2000/Malzahar+Valentine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1490" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJG0mRqXun5fF4_1F-beCvam9VSJONIEqoukdpBtLf5zTuXd4Mkz42bGQqJ25E00GrhaioCgEuhtDWXjzeA06usATJiWHK8yUJ43QKzjZUTK-hgigbfwA9Iffi-_1yEOx97aIEmHAaH3I/w476-h640/Malzahar+Valentine.jpg" width="476" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table>A duel between dark mages rarely turned out well. Malzahar consequently ended up as the test subject of a summoning spell, stripped and bound for his captor's pleasure. A session that quickly turned erotic as numerous tentacles shot out from a portal and began to study him, easily influenced by the summoner's horny desires to toy with his naked body.<p>And after minutes became hours, his own drool began to join the sweat, slime and cum now decorating his body. His mind shifting from thoughts of counter-spells to pure lust and only desiring more.</p>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-40498486084915898542021-05-01T22:59:00.005+00:002021-05-01T23:00:41.550+00:00Varus Pantheon<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaz1tnGT6vCbq-XYqKTt1nrqFLESWVe0Skuk2XK76qjAoqz5EnOQkgJKFLdyl1kvQx5CHlSjF-GISGxVno37vR7xtxiKq7520QRl6RZ4hl9Wwr_G4WGTpv33063Hg7CPWzL5XX4dPjZQ/s1000/Pantheon+Varus.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="1000" height="604" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaz1tnGT6vCbq-XYqKTt1nrqFLESWVe0Skuk2XK76qjAoqz5EnOQkgJKFLdyl1kvQx5CHlSjF-GISGxVno37vR7xtxiKq7520QRl6RZ4hl9Wwr_G4WGTpv33063Hg7CPWzL5XX4dPjZQ/w640-h604/Pantheon+Varus.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table>"Mmmpfh-" Pantheon grunted frustrated, his powerful and deep voice now muffled by the cloth gag under his helmet like a growl. Stripped down, tied up and completely helpless.<div><br /></div><div>It was hard to admit Varus had bested him as a warrior. He could complain like most that magic and spells shouldn't triumph over might and weapons, but... in true combat there were no such rules. Even if he was bigger and stronger... way bigger and stronger, it didn't change the result. He was stuck in this predicament because his foe defeated him in combat, however indignant it felt.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Just... he'd never been tied up before. Felt this kind of helpless. It was... a challenge not to give in to the demon's games.<span><a name='more'></a></span></div><div><br /></div><div>But he had to resist. He knew what Varus was trying to accomplish. To <i>make him</i> succumb to his emotions, to allow anger and stimulation to overtake his mind. To reduce the once proud warrior to a mere aggressive male, growling and flexing his sex to reassert his lost dominance. Like a wild beast caged.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet... Varus played every card perfectly. Slipping a hand behind him and firmly grabbing his buttocks, pulling him in closer against Varus' own dick. He felt like the demon's toy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Worst of all, Varus had mercilessly tied his dick up with several layers of rope looped around his base and balls. The way the demon was casually twirling the rope in hand, taunting him with the control over his very own sex. Tugging in the rope like a leash was the final straw.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Omf- Homh, for-phr!" He snapped and threatened, forgetting the gag and inevitably barking at the bastard.</div><div><br /></div><div>...Of course the unbearably smug grin spread across Varus' face. Even with his hollow demonic voice you could hear how much he was enjoying this victory as he taunted his big captive, "Let me guess... These bonds won't hold me forever?"</div><div><br /></div><div><i>...HOW did he know?!</i></div><div><br /></div><div>"Hmph," Pantheon grunted acknowledging defeat. His anger already starting to make him jerk his bound arms in defiance as he knew... Varus was going to win again. And the demon only gloated by groping his ass repeatedly and snickering. "...You're MINE now, big guy."</div></div>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-45306806425209980942021-05-01T00:08:00.002+00:002021-05-01T00:09:40.145+00:00Mordekaiser Varus Group<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GiPm0lzqlQ-uq6dJcg3awcIDeyJdigg-ZpWVWi310F8xuUZHf5DC0wsHTLUOWdgyre18Ym0r2cKSQLLDB2-e5mkBYClYo3l870YcemvBCrOXvNppnjbHK10abPLZWpp1KCDx-Z0cILQ/s3062/Mordekaiser+Varus+Darius+Malzahar+Garen+Pantheon.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="3062" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GiPm0lzqlQ-uq6dJcg3awcIDeyJdigg-ZpWVWi310F8xuUZHf5DC0wsHTLUOWdgyre18Ym0r2cKSQLLDB2-e5mkBYClYo3l870YcemvBCrOXvNppnjbHK10abPLZWpp1KCDx-Z0cILQ/w640-h214/Mordekaiser+Varus+Darius+Malzahar+Garen+Pantheon.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><b>Varus the Conqueror</b> had issued a challenge to every major faction of the world. To heed his summons and send their most powerful champion to fight him in a bid for power. A clean contest in a barren land, far away from cities and civillians.</p><p>There was no way they could or would ignore him. A chance to take down an all-powerful <i>Darkin</i>.</p><p>The prideful and rival nations of Demacia and Noxus both sent their strongest knight, Darius and Garen. The void in its unending hunger sent the prophet Malzahar to overtake the Darkin, a powerful dark mage. From the tallest peak of Mount Targon descended the great warrior known as Pantheon, a man who once housed a god before another Darkin slew the deity within him.<span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p>A day had been declared in a great wide field. Varus waited the challenger's arrival.</p><p>But there was one champion above all else that he hoped to lure out. As the shadows grew long, his hopes were answered by a towering figure approaching in the distance. A knight in dark plate, a mountain of a man wielding a great mace with a swing powerful enough to grind his bones into dust.</p><p><b>Mordekaiser the Lord of Domination</b> had arrived.</p><p>"Hmpfh... your petty magic cannot hide them from me." With a wave of his hand, Mordekaiser broke the illusion behind Varus and revealed the four champions he had already bested. Darius, Malzahar, Garen and Pantheon were all chained together by the Conqueror's red magic, bonds wrapping all across their bodies.</p><p><i>Their naked bodies.</i> </p><p>Each and everyone of them had been stripped down to their bare skin, the tight restraints holding all their physical might in check with gags silencing them from even speaking a coherent sentence. But above all else, he had them chained together by the base of their manhood, their hard dicks wobbling as they struggled to escape the Darkin's growing collection.</p><p>Though the blunt sight of their humiliating captivity caught him by surprise, Mordekaiser above all else understood. This was about domination. Varus' intention was simply to assert himself as the most powerful man by subjugating every other competitor.</p><p>And in their current state, there was no question they had completely and utterly dominated. A fact none of them was happy about from the way they thrashed about and grunted.</p><p>"...Impressive, but pointless." Mordekaiser </p><p>Varus smirked like a devil as he looked at the last challenger before him and interrupted, "Will you succeed where the others have failed? ...Or will the Lord of Domination become the dominated?"</p><p>Even the captive men gave pause to hear that answer.</p><p>Mordekaiser raised his great mace and his hollow voice commanded, "This is where you fall, Darkin. And you shall serve me. ...You shall all serve me." A dark teal mist emerged and swallowed them both, leaving the captives behind only able to glimpse a few two dancing lights inside of the fog.</p><p><i>Surely if Varus lost, their bonds would shatter and they could escape his clutches.</i></p><p>Eventually the dance came to a stop. The mist began to widen and engulfed the bound spectators as well. "Mmmph?!" They grunted, finding themselves in a misty realm. In the midst of it, Mordekaiser. Now as naked as them. Even his enormous muscular body being restrained, the red bonds actively coiling around him and tightening to permanently bind him.</p><p>"NO-OOOMPH," Darius in particular roared into his gag, soon joined by the rest. "MMMPH!"</p><p>"...Impossible!" Mordekaiser roared, trying to shake the bonds with every ounce of his strength. Thrashing from side to wide, his whole chest heaving as his huge arms trembled trying to push against the bonds around them.</p><p>Varus, enjoying every second of the show.</p><p>"Pray I never escape these bonds... little darkin," Mordekaiser threatened angrily and with no hint of remorse, Varus grabbed the knight's cock and bound it like the others, pulling out a thread to connect him with the others.</p><p>You could see the dark knight's red eyes flicker in the shadow of his helmet, perhaps for a moment realizing he was now no different from the rest of the dominated champions. Which only made Varus cackle, "Hahaha! So satisfying to see YOU squirm."</p><p>"Join the rest of my captives." He snickered before smacking Mordekaiser's ass and pushing him along to join the rest.</p>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-71196724335404540812021-04-30T21:57:00.001+00:002021-04-30T22:10:50.672+00:00Zac Lee Sin Varus<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBVhgN8mQPmE2bzA2PfYfQ-CiKlqriTOb1RYcCVcLYz1hVLiGALQDMRO18DFpmsZRXNhqoTlH24vriw6F7vbkdNHGRAkUNqGAxd6tTok3jvZ8QUXbjxbzKy-w626iA59C3c4w2YIMxwo/s1000/Lee+Sin+Varus+Zac.png" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBVhgN8mQPmE2bzA2PfYfQ-CiKlqriTOb1RYcCVcLYz1hVLiGALQDMRO18DFpmsZRXNhqoTlH24vriw6F7vbkdNHGRAkUNqGAxd6tTok3jvZ8QUXbjxbzKy-w626iA59C3c4w2YIMxwo/s600/Lee+Sin+Varus+Zac.png" width="600" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span>[Click to Enlarge]</span></td></tr></tbody></table>"What, are you supposed to be... a man?"<div><br /></div><div>Lee Sin was unbearably smug. His condescending and mocking tone in combination, his cocky grin and unnecessarily proud posture, it was like posturing came natural to him. Arrogance was only matched by his teammate.</div><div><br /><div>"Maybe the slime will make a decent toy," Varus taunted with no subtlety as to the implication.</div><div><br /></div><div>A bulky monk with a blue dragon tattoo decorating his powerful chest, accompanied by a toned archer in dark gilded armor with a gold crown that looked more like devil horns. Both with hair white as snow and an ego as big as they come.</div><div><br /></div><div>Zac briefly shifted his shape, tightened his form to give the brief impression of highly muscular anatomy while retorting with a clenched darker voice, "Let us fight as men then! Losers will become the victor's toys!"<span><a name='more'></a></span></div><div><br /></div><div>"He actually thinks he can take us," Varus mocked with a ridiculing and condescending tone. Lee Sin scoffed, "Such delusion. Let us make the slime man... a toy."</div><div><br /></div><div><i>He could.</i> </div><div><br /></div><div>The fight wasn't even much of a match. It turns out when your opponent is a sentient entity made entirely of slime, neither punches nor arrows are particularly effective. But Zac's elastic and slippery movement was what really caught the two by surprise, leaping behind them like a spring and catching them both with his stretching arms... finishing the fight by slamming them into each other.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Wait... no!" Varus stressed as he looked down dumbfounded, realizing they had been shoved directly into a trap. And before they could put any muscle into it, the slime below their feet shot up like tentacles and wrapped around their legs, immobilizing them on the spot.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>They struggled, but it was no avail. They were stuck in every sense of the word.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" Lee Sin cursed, realizing just how much they had boasted and provoked the "slime man." Zac's deep chuckle confirmed just how much they were in for it. But being more fair than they deserved, he made them an offer. "Admit you lost fair and square, gentlemen... and we forget this bet."</div><div><br /></div><div>But if there were any two men that absolutely would never eat their words, it were these two. Varus especially held nothing back. "Try me, slime man. You'll always be the toy."</div><div><br /></div><div>You could see the curious pleasure in Zac's eyes, "You willing to bet on that?" </div><div><br /></div><div>All they had to do was break free and win the fight. That was what they convinced themselves even as their armor and clothes had been peeled off with ease as Zac positioned himself behind them with a firm grip on both of their squirming naked bodies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Two naked guys. An even larger slightly transparent man of green slime. And a number of tentacles from the slime below latching on to the two, even stroking their dicks until they were rock hard.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Once I get free from this you worthless goo, I'll bottle you up and- ...MMMPH!" Varus continued to run his mouth until Zac decided to shut him up with another tentacle proping into his throat. "Don't think this proves anythi- ...NNNMFPH!" Lee Sin also wanted to join in the muffled grunts.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Zac was having so much fun with this. Two cocky studs begging for it.</i> </div><div><br /></div><div>He had lined them up. Now he began the thrusting. His big slime dick easily slipped into Lee Sin, while in turn he forced the guy to thrust forward into Varus. It was a train of men fucking each other. Only Varus had no one in front of him, so Zac raised a tentacle and formed it into a tube for the guy's dick to slide into, sucking away as he fucked the tentacle. </div><div><br /></div><div>For the first ten minutes they kept trying to resist. Still unwilling to accept they had become the toys instead. But eventually the heat and lust overwhelmed them, blushing with sweat rolling down their naked skin, succumbing to the moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then came their first load. "Mmmmh..." They both grunted loudly as the white liquid dripped out of Varus' ass, with his own being sucked down the green slime tube.</div><div><br /></div><div>...But Zac wasn't going to release them just yet. These two still had plenty of stamina and willpower left. With a tight grip on both of their still-hard dicks, he was going to pound away until he'd broken their pride and left them a drooling moaning mess. And they were already starting to drool and moan.</div></div></div>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-48748008492832332632020-12-16T06:11:00.001+00:002020-12-16T06:14:12.061+00:00Dominating the Dominant<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcgsZLzxONCs09_-jNDqIdYYP0G1iSUVebMSwHHQO8BMQ7UMOIXMc9gV-pzFll84-LfcdlWF2qY4PJs8jUjPSnLBmzXlM7p810aOE_xrmGTV5doJ1J_LNmhYk2mtvW1MRSMLA2HBu_gM/s2048/Mordekaiser+Struggling+HD.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcgsZLzxONCs09_-jNDqIdYYP0G1iSUVebMSwHHQO8BMQ7UMOIXMc9gV-pzFll84-LfcdlWF2qY4PJs8jUjPSnLBmzXlM7p810aOE_xrmGTV5doJ1J_LNmhYk2mtvW1MRSMLA2HBu_gM/w562-h640/Mordekaiser+Struggling+HD.png" width="562" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Click to Enlarge]</td></tr></tbody></table><p>It was already inconceivable to Mordekaiser to have been bested in combat, especially by such a small and feeble archer as the self-proclaimed "Conqueror" Varus. After all, he was superior in every aspect. Much, much bigger than any man... a literal giant towering over the archer. A single blow with his devastating strength would have been enough.</p><div><div>Yet Varus only allowed him to close the distance after there enough of the foul magical arrow to completely rend his armor and subjugate him in one single spell. Every ounce of his mighty form exposed, momentarily incapacitated and forced on his knees. "...Impossible...!"<span><a name='more'></a></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>From every moment onwards, Mordekaiser had to summon all the strength he could still muster to struggle against the Conqueror's attempts to bind him. Literally. The archer had actually brought and prepared restraints for this moment. Now his powerful body was getting tied up with layers upon layers of constricting rope, tightly strung around his bulking physique to keep his overpowering strength subdued. The lord of domination... was being dominated.</div><div><br /></div><div>He huffed. He grunted. There was not a single moment where he let up. He would not allow the conqueror to make him "the conquest."</div><div><br /></div><div>Mordekaiser thrashed about, flailing from side to side, flexing and putting every muscle to work as the sweat rolled down his skin. Buying every second he could for the crippling spell to fade as his strength began to return. All he needed was to avoid getting completely restrained before-</div><div><br /></div><div>"NO!" Mordekaise cursed. Varus had succeeded, his ropework complete. <i>...His... powerful form... captured!</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Still the conqueror seemingly had one crowning piece left to secure. Not only did Varus dare seize and toy with his manhood, but Mordekaiser had to watch helplessly down his own restrained body as his captor began to loop one final rope around nothing less than his big throbbing dick. Feeling every strand of rope begin to squeeze around his base.</div><div><br /></div><div>"...You can't...!" A hint of desperation crept into his hollow voice. Realizing now this was not just a means to seize him, but an act of domination.</div><div><br /></div><div>And yet the conqueror didn't hesitate and mercilessly restrained his masculine pride. A tight constricting grip with several loops around his base, turning his big length into a bound and easily grabbed handle. Another set around his balls pushing them out like a pair of round cherries, wobbling every time he struggled. He paused in a moment of abhorrence and shock. To truly and fathom what had become of his undeniable might.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gloating with a smug grin, Varus gave the stunned giant's tied cock a few more tugs. Enjoying every moment of this undeniable victory and his flickering eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Got you."</i></div>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248266447134085064.post-24071182202948573072020-09-28T06:22:00.003+00:002020-09-28T06:29:13.116+00:00Procrastination<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrAPRSmY3dTFLrCk428UuFywuuy-tBjvJqLAFlo8NsLUZkf-DRakA7sMRuCW2HrI6AojNZOXhC1Xqh52omhQk-hthSDV48WCQdxONS44EYusuozBLOYk8gQI-5pHuZXSxYXa3hipO4fA/s2872/Overwatch+Procrastinating+McCree+Soldier+Reaper+Title.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1095" data-original-width="2872" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrAPRSmY3dTFLrCk428UuFywuuy-tBjvJqLAFlo8NsLUZkf-DRakA7sMRuCW2HrI6AojNZOXhC1Xqh52omhQk-hthSDV48WCQdxONS44EYusuozBLOYk8gQI-5pHuZXSxYXa3hipO4fA/w640-h244/Overwatch+Procrastinating+McCree+Soldier+Reaper+Title.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator"><br /></div><i> Without work, Jack Morrison just can't get time to fly by until a friend offers him an alternative way to waste around doing nothing.</i></div><div class="separator"><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator"><u>Index</u></div><div class="separator"><a href="https://www.boundartwork.com/2020/09/procrastination.html#chapter1">Chapter 1: A Hero's Burden</a></div><div class="separator"><a href="https://www.boundartwork.com/2020/09/procrastination.html#chapter2">Chapter 2: Joining In</a> </div></blockquote><br/><div class="separator"><h2 style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a id="chapter1">Chapter 1: A Hero's Burden</a></span></h2><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="1200" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eYXJx1MZhwgMmaB5SGzECwJGgDZx1fEtEITRtspitq8ehi0wy4nRNSXkoBrQJUb7LaYzR1G5fkCuQOw0op2x3cLWfmCVeIZAClq9IlyEXItHoB2GoGmOyPb5b_yuMXW7J8ecCHKiyF8/w640-h318/3BPKOHZTP50R1435596307669.jpg" width="640" /></p></div><p> The Overwatch headquarters. The main office of the global military organization renowned as the heroes that saved all of humanity from extinction during the great Omnic Crisis.</p><div><div> At the center of the office square, a triumphant statue of the great war hero Jack Morrison towered above the crowd in commemoration of their historical victory. The man himself now the first official Strike Commander of Overwatch. A symbol of heroism, honor and justice.</div><div><br /></div><div> Inside the head office, a much less glamorous-looking Jack groaned at his workstation, his chiseled features now stained by fatigue and stress.<span><a name='more'></a></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGgDeLHLYK_Y9dgGyUGuWOwxA2uyqHUb_em5eTgZSV4YFs78cEkeu1Qg6jd-TI3fCwpoM1f-yiq5rBXq076ljJqtn4QDzuvo4GRoQ8Pfc1m0i7W8jYIrl7YvDfUFPOcoBXKo26OKaqxw/s653/Jack+Taking+Seat.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="462" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGgDeLHLYK_Y9dgGyUGuWOwxA2uyqHUb_em5eTgZSV4YFs78cEkeu1Qg6jd-TI3fCwpoM1f-yiq5rBXq076ljJqtn4QDzuvo4GRoQ8Pfc1m0i7W8jYIrl7YvDfUFPOcoBXKo26OKaqxw/w226-h320/Jack+Taking+Seat.png" width="226" /></a></div><div> There was paperwork to do. There was always paperwork to do. In truth, he could and even should be delegating this work, but burying himself in mission reports and work policy was the only way he could distract himself these days.</div><div><br /></div><div> His lonely eyes darted to the picture in the locket on his desk with an expression longing for the past.</div><div><br /></div><div> With a heavy sigh, he shut the brown box and tapped the desk interface to open up the display for his desktop, blankly scrolling through files on the holographic display with the tip of his finger. Looking for something... anything to keep his mind busy.</div><div><br /></div><div><div> Just as he was about to open a report, an old friend barged into his office. Always dressed in black with a beanie, a full goatee accompanying his scarred brown face.</div><div><br /></div><div> If Jack Morrison was the shining hero representing Overwatch, then Gabriel Reyes was the man covering his back, just hidden enough in shadow to avoid the public eye. A comrade from the simple military days long before the political era of Overwatch, which was just about the only reason the man still had clearance to barge in unannounced.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Morrison,” Reyes exclaimed with his usual shiteating grin, slamming down a large official Overwatch container on Jack’s desk excited to share.</div><div><br /></div><div> “...Evidence?” Jack asked, sounding dubious with a raised eyebrow. Gabriel shook his head, “The spoils of war. An evidence container was the only way I could snatch it without stealing it.” Somehow that explanation didn’t make it sound any better.</div><div><br /></div><div> Without a drop of hesitation, Gabriel planted his ass on the desk to tell his story.</div><div><br /></div><div> “So I was on a mission,” Gabriel began to narrate and Jack just immediately opened the report, much to his annoyance. “This isn’t in the report,” Gabriel argued as he brushed the holographic display away with a hand to close the application.</div><div><br /></div><div> Both stared at each other annoyed until Jack finally sighed and allowed it, “...Fine.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel’s shiteating grin switched back on as he crossed his arms and started doing the voice for dramatic effect. “Alright... so we’re rounding up goons in an underground network. Rats running loose everywhere. McCree suggests we pin ‘em down somewhere while we hunt down the remnants. I post a guard outside the room and start piling them up inside. One of the thugs starts mouthing off-.”</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2W6nkH-nz4hPzUtUqwlfol5ioHT03DLYhK8DpEoR_3TnHXWjOeIm1cdFCMC1TxBFPIF7aRR8nrnpwzbTYFYJcl3NK1Nhh34wneQ7NxyStII8jNuXdq7ok8mGuxLITE6XQhjZG93Ale7I/s617/Reaper_Spray_-_Shrug.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="617" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2W6nkH-nz4hPzUtUqwlfol5ioHT03DLYhK8DpEoR_3TnHXWjOeIm1cdFCMC1TxBFPIF7aRR8nrnpwzbTYFYJcl3NK1Nhh34wneQ7NxyStII8jNuXdq7ok8mGuxLITE6XQhjZG93Ale7I/s320/Reaper_Spray_-_Shrug.png" width="320" /></a></div><div> “Please tell me you didn’t deck a restrained detainee...”</div><div><br /></div><div>“I mean, that IS my go-to...” Gabriel admitted with a cheeky grin before shrugging it off, “But... the dude kind of killed the mood when I noticed he was getting a little, hm… too excited.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel chuckled as if it was flattering.</div><div><br /></div><div><div> “...Excited?” Jack frowned as if he still didn’t understand the moral of this story. “...Did you finally find your soulmate, a thug wanting consenting to a pummeling?”</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel cocked his head and snickered. “No, blondie.” His eyes darted down suggestively. “Excited as in... the dude’s pants started to bulge a little too far up. ...Not that I blame him, I am pretty hot.” Only Gabriel could deliver such a line without batting an eye. The surprise on Jack’s face was exactly what he had come for. That honest “...Oh.”</div><div><br /></div><div> “Maybe he was… into that kind of stuff?” Jack suggested, gritting his teeth.</div><div><br /></div><div> “That’s what I wanted to investigate. Because either the dude has a serious kink or... I was just irresistible to him.” Gabriel proposed and looked to Jack with a cheeky grin, winking in an exaggerated attempt to be seductive.</div><div><br /></div><div> “No,” Jack concluded without hesitation.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Come on Jack… you can’t lie to me,” Gabriel mocked as he nudged against Jack’s chest with a knuckle. He bit his lip and added, “...All these years, nothing? You never found me the least bit attractive? ...Not even one boner?”</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel was never shy of being blunt or inappropriate. Even Jack had to take a few to comprehend the directness. Which only fed his smug grin.</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack leaned in closer. Held his hand briefly. Then whispered, “No.” </div><div><br /></div><div> But Gabriel wasn’t ready to give up. If he did, he wouldn’t have been half the soldier he was. He shook his head and sarcastically retorted, “Jack… Jack. Why are you lying? Have we forgotten Rio de Janeiro? ...You got so drunk after our mission you asked me to flex and if you could feel my bicep. It only got more frisky from there.”</div><div><br /></div><div> That made Jack blush and blank for a minute, trying to recall the details.</div><div><br /></div><div> “...I did not get frisky, you fucking liar. As I remember, you got slam drunk and bragged about your gains for twenty-minutes straight in a wager between the men to try and turn me on. Then you offered to split the winnings if I played along,” Jack corrected and glared.</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel just chortled. Thinking back, these were the kind of games he always used to play. Butting heads against the other soldiers, trying to fuck with them and establish dominance. An urge to poke back rose, maybe it was longing for the simpler times or maybe it was just Gabriel’s charm that brought it out.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Maybe I did find you attractive,” Jack turned a slight smile.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Wait… for real?” Gabriel’s eyes lit up as if he had just been given a bread crumb to a forbidden path. He got off the table and slammed his hands down, his tone hilariously playful. “There’s no getting out of this now, Jack Morrison. You’re gonna spill.” </div><div><br /></div><div> Jack cocked his head a bit playful. “You always had a way to make light of a grim situation. Even on a desperate battlefield, you always found a way to lift the morale.” He changed his voice in an impression of Gabriel, “Did you guys see that bastion? I can understand why that bot wanted to revolt. ...That’s one ugly-ass coffee machine.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel snorted. “When they blew it up, one of the men yelled: I don’t want your expresso.”</div><div><br /></div><div> After they both laughed it off, Jack smiled at him and added. “That was the reason I always thought you were better suited for this position. I was the peacemaker. But you were the professional.”</div><div><br /></div><div> The genuine compliment left Gabriel at a loss for words. He took a while to chew on it. Then with a smirk he remarked, “...So it was my confidence you were attracted to?”</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack chucked, “Yeah… but you were always straight as an arrow, Gabriel.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Admittedly, Gabriel never actually expected Jack to give him anything, let alone confess an old crush. Suddenly he felt a bit unsure of himself, realizing he was probably pushing more than just his usual shenanigans here. Still he couldn’t help concede some of his own thoughts with this sudden brush of honesty.</div><div><br /></div><div> “I am two percent bisexual however. Only ninety-eight straight. ...I could smack an ass.”</div><div> Jack chuckled. Although he never could imagine Gabriel getting busy with anything else than what the man described as “a big set of mouthwatering melons,” it was nice to hear his friend being so open-minded.</div><div> His eyes then turned Gabriel’s “legally acquired evidence” and asked, “What’s in the box?” </div><div><br /></div><div>“Well…” Gabriel smirked and opened it to reveal the content, “...On the faint off-chance that dude I trussed up wasn’t deeply in love with me like you-”</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack mouthed a silent “fuck you” as Gabriel continued telling.</div><div><br /></div><div> “...I went through the dude’s stuff to investigate and found THIS.” Gabriel proceeded to pull out any number of gadgets and gear from the box, ranging from stacks of rope to all sorts of sex toys. Gabriel squeezing a weird-ass looking dildo like a squeaky toy.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Holy shit,” Jack admitted looking astonished.</div><div><br /></div><div> “You want me to add these details to the mission report, commander? Yes, one of our suspects appeared to respond with… sexual arousal during the apprehension. We then later found his stash including rope and leather restraints, padded and ball-gags, vibrating plugs and dildos, all inventory has been accounted for. There was a certain… homoerotic tension, fancy words might say.” </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div> Gabriel was <i>milking</i> this now.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div> “Please stop,” Jack said as he buried himself in his arms on the table with his face flaring up.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Hmm…” Gabriel paused as a devilish idea formed in his head and he gently scooted the box towards the Strike Commander with a smirk that couldn’t get any wider, “...Do you want the box, Jack? Maybe relieve some tension when you’re done procrastinating.”</div><div><br /></div><div> “No.” Jack emphasized, glaring up from his arms with furrowed brows.</div><div><br /></div><div> “So you’ve never…” Gabriel stopped himself, realizing the level of inappropriate curiosity he was diving into. He really was about to ask if Jack had ever experimented with this kind of stuff. And the conversation was only getting more awkward by the minute.</div><div><br /></div><div> “It’s not like I have a partner to experiment with.” Jack lamented as he looked to the locket.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVr8IUf2jNFd2Yz_afU8tkI6NLX1k2maczADEyMKpjpmKXTCBgPEC0xR_6OXsqVqMvMzbWSUeb311mda2Pu_lWG2LDFsEjpyCav1x8-nFSXS1voULGjstbHOMMKo8j_k8xQbxROS0IfA/s480/Vincent_and_Jack.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVr8IUf2jNFd2Yz_afU8tkI6NLX1k2maczADEyMKpjpmKXTCBgPEC0xR_6OXsqVqMvMzbWSUeb311mda2Pu_lWG2LDFsEjpyCav1x8-nFSXS1voULGjstbHOMMKo8j_k8xQbxROS0IfA/s320/Vincent_and_Jack.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><div>Much to Jack’s alarm, Gabriel picked up the box, glancing at the picture inside. A much younger Jack and his ex-boyfriend.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Hm…” He grunted as he closed it again. For once he took some time to think about what to say before suggesting, “...You’ve got to move on, Jack.”</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div> “You have no idea, Gabriel-” Jack started to say, but his friend interrupted him.</div><div><br /></div><div> He huffed, even gritted his teeth. “I got… so angry at first. I bought into it too, you know? That big fat lie about your breakup. My thick head first started picking up on it once they stuck that trophy wife on your arm on the fundraiser. First thought, did you swing both ways all this time and we could’ve talked chicks all this time?” </div><div><br /></div><div> Jack didn’t say anything. Gabriel walked over to take a seat before he continued.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3Iqac56UDX-PTQ1lmTwR9BT9yaEY4x9RXdCNijlI9qOuo46TiP9M3_7Bat431puWEsgJds_tN3qEsaBPeI1Hf7WZZNBTMTN4iyan1eZb4mGQ_XEuRMlgITn-XVEooQih_hoe_TSUOsM/s670/Gabriel+Sitting.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3Iqac56UDX-PTQ1lmTwR9BT9yaEY4x9RXdCNijlI9qOuo46TiP9M3_7Bat431puWEsgJds_tN3qEsaBPeI1Hf7WZZNBTMTN4iyan1eZb4mGQ_XEuRMlgITn-XVEooQih_hoe_TSUOsM/s320/Gabriel+Sitting.png" /></a></div><div> “Why didn’t you tell me, Jack. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me,” Gabriel ranted with gritted teeth, “...I would just have taken that stupid post in a heartbeat. Eat the damn politics.”</div><div><br /></div><div> They both looked to the big statue outside. Jack concluded, “Then you would just have been the one miserable. One of us had to make the sacrifice. At least now I get to give you the agency to pursue your justice.”</div><div><br /></div><div> “Bullshit,” Gabriel grunted. “If those bigots don’t want to let us intervene in their country... I call it natural selection.”</div><div><br /></div><div><div> Jack chuckled. “It’s our duty to protect them, Gabriel. Even when they hate us. A few bad governors don’t mean innocent civilians deserve to die.” The Strike Commander leaned back in his chair, letting out a heavy sigh. “Even if it is a heavy price to pay to be the hero.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel shook his head and looked at Jack with an expression that said, “You’re hopeless.” </div><div><br /></div><div> He paused briefly, then continued the rant. “Be the hero? Seriously?” He locked into Jack’s eyes to get the point across, “...We’re still friends. You’re still a dude. So why don’t you tell me what the actual fuck you’re thinking instead of what the ‘Strike Commander’ should say. Give me a piece of your fucking mind. Yell if you want to.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack looked astonished. Gabriel just leaned back and let him chew on it as he spread his arms over the armrest.</div><div><br /></div><div> “This is off the record?” Jack asked and added, “Anything goes?” Gabriel nodded.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div> Jack’s eyes shifted from side to side. Raising a pair of fingers with a storm of thoughts on which of his bottled up thoughts to finally let out. After a solid five minutes of careful consideration, he finally reached a verdict.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Do you have any idea how titillating you can be?”</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack sounded so serious that Gabriel couldn’t help but frown, “No?”</div><div><br /></div><div> It was Jack’s turn to rant. He jumped from his seat and phased around, almost shaking. To which Gabriel couldn’t help but giggle.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Imagine you had this really gorgeous babe….” Jack began to explain as Gabriel nodded along with his cheeky grin. “But then work asked you to break up with her because... in some countries they don’t tolerate heterosexuality. So while you’re sitting on your largest dry spell, this new gorgeous babe is coming into your office with a box full of sex toys.”</div><div><br /></div><div> There was a brief pause.</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel bursted into an uncontrollable laughter. He was straight up wheezing, tears starting to run out of his eyes. “Oh man. Fuuuuck.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack raised both palms like he had just about enough of it. “I mean… I would love to try your fucking secret technique. But you’re dangling something in front of me that I could never have. You’re just blueballing me so fucking hard. Dude.”</div><div><br /></div><div> “You’re absolutely fucking right,” Gabriel admitted wiping the tears from his eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div> His expression then changed as a thought dawned on him. He looked up at Jack, furrowed brows and a sly grin. Already Jack could tell this was the birth of a terrible idea. And yet Gabriel seemed enthusiastic.</div><div><br /></div><div> “Maybe I could let you try it. You know, as friends. Strictly platonic.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack looked visibly confused. “Are you fucking serious?”</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel pointed to his work desk. “If you’re gonna procrastinate... you may as well do it trying my ropework. I was just gonna fucking binge something tonight anyway. Could just take some time to take a friend… a favor. No big deal. Not like I haven’t touched a dick before.”</div><div><br /></div><div> The idea was so strange to Jack. “So what… I would just be wriggling there while you’re slouching on the couch? That’s it?”</div><div><br /></div><div> Gabriel shot him an affirmative nod as he as he got up and invited him to come to his living quarters with a head tilt. “Don't take too long being a flustered school girl. I'm not getting up once my show is on.” He wasn't even joking.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheObwf41uPypJTZRGVad0-YV3heVMoQMQUTVbitEF8hQQTYqoAPIzNZ9v0k4FgoZ38YMjAtrBe7uq7hjq4yap2DyWK_ooBSLXOKRaNgt2KewWNf4vTcO3F8MXN7Dc3_BB7EQfXN5GczyA/s1680/Jack+Walking.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="1680" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheObwf41uPypJTZRGVad0-YV3heVMoQMQUTVbitEF8hQQTYqoAPIzNZ9v0k4FgoZ38YMjAtrBe7uq7hjq4yap2DyWK_ooBSLXOKRaNgt2KewWNf4vTcO3F8MXN7Dc3_BB7EQfXN5GczyA/w640-h176/Jack+Walking.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div> Every time he neared Gabriel’s living quarters, he turned around and backtracked to his office muttering, “...This is stupid. This is so unbelievably stupid.”</div><div><br /></div><div> Then before making it back, he made another turn and started routing back to Gabriel’s room before repeating the cycle. Not even looking anymore at where he was going anymore, just arguing inside his own mind trying to list every reason not to go through with it. </div><div><br /></div><div> “He’s your friend. He’s ninety-eight percent straight. It would be highly inappropriate.”</div><div><br /></div><div> None of it mattered to his fluttering heart. The very thought of it was the only thing that occupied his mind now. “Fuck you, Reyes. Fuck you.”</div><div><br /></div><div> It wouldn’t even be actual sex. He’d really just be squirming in the dude’s room like some fucking ornament. Already he could hear Gabriel’s voice mocking him, “Look at you now, Strike Commander. Guess you’re just my plaything tonight, haha.” ...Yet that humiliating thought was giving him such a raging boner.</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack hadn’t even noticed he was actually standing at the door threshold. His heart was drumming in his chest. He knew he shouldn’t ever ring the bell. "Fuck..." Jack swore to himself as he finally conceded.</div></div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a id="chapter2">Chapter 2: Joining In</a></span></h2><div> Already from his limited time spent serving under Commander Gabriel Reyes, Jesse McCree had come to expect the unexpected. The man was "creative" to say the least with a knack for finding unorthodox solutions to otherwise unworkable situations... which fit McCree just fine as a former ruffian given the option to serve Overwatch rather than jailtime.</div><div><br /></div><div> The two of them had even started to develop some kind of... "friendship." At least that's the word he thought would be most appropriate for it. It still mostly felt like being yanked around like a dog on a leash, but there was a certain ease in just following orders.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqlnTqXdy2MtBw64BzHAF8YjIl0qJAAxOpycaibG6V3qLxkvqZ2otCxggYCr7SQ6fLXJ5iJc1xPKv1qv6xNYPeRtwCGHXkjVxfvff8lhQUHs1e3GpJpHs12D1adlNvTJgJ_QpL2DhMR0/s2048/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="2048" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqlnTqXdy2MtBw64BzHAF8YjIl0qJAAxOpycaibG6V3qLxkvqZ2otCxggYCr7SQ6fLXJ5iJc1xPKv1qv6xNYPeRtwCGHXkjVxfvff8lhQUHs1e3GpJpHs12D1adlNvTJgJ_QpL2DhMR0/w640-h422/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+1.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div> Tonight however, he had walked into something that still managed to blow him away. Reyes had allowed him to drop by at any time with the key rule being to "just bring alcohol." And McCree had seen his share of things coming into this room from poker nights to multiple prostitutes actively going at it, neither mutually exclusive.</div><div><br /></div><div> "Hey <b>boss</b> man, bought some booze and-" McCree announced his entry before he just came to a complete stop.</div><div><br /></div><div> He was staring face to face with a naked man. And not just any naked man, but the Strike Commander of Overwatch. Jack Morrison himself. The great hero of the Omnic Crisis, one of the most renowned and elite soldiers, was kneeling right by the foot of the door.</div><div><br /></div><div><i> And he wasn't just naked. </i></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxgPCUfdqzj7RSZ6ylb-QkSMzxICs0YIF3np2MzpcB2_s9iGHQToV6fBHQ3-NmhQZ0bSQU7ijh46pxIC8ABaq4ILKU7Wm3V4ZGlIrCRg3PybLiPx1kg2BTJf6rCI_xUZMtD1nTOQrj9w/s2048/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="2048" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxgPCUfdqzj7RSZ6ylb-QkSMzxICs0YIF3np2MzpcB2_s9iGHQToV6fBHQ3-NmhQZ0bSQU7ijh46pxIC8ABaq4ILKU7Wm3V4ZGlIrCRg3PybLiPx1kg2BTJf6rCI_xUZMtD1nTOQrj9w/w640-h422/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+2.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div> Jack had been thoroughly tied up. Several thick layers of rope adorned his chest and strapped his arms behind his back in a firm hold. It was the kind of ropework where despite the soldier's strong muscular form, there wasn't even a shadow of a doubt that man wasn't getting free.</div><div><br /></div><div> And nothing had been spared. Even the dude's dick had been tightly restrained, secured along his waist with a small vibrator going at it just below the head. An actual ball-gag sealing his mouth.</div><div><br /></div><div> "...Strike Commander," McCree greeted lost for words.</div><div><br /></div><div> Jack looked surprised and tried to respond to the best of his ability. "Mh-Crmph" he grunted, his otherwise deep-toned commandeering voice so utterly muffled. Not that there was much he could do or say in this situation, the dude had been completely dominated and from the sweat drizzling down his skin, he had been struggling to get free for quite a while.</div><div><br /></div><div><i> Still, he had to admit it... Jack Morrison was one hella good-looking man</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div> He almost couldn't peel his eyes off the captive soldier as his gaze sailed over Jack's pumped pecs and chiseled abs. The enormously big throbbing cock. Was it even right to be standing here ogling the guy's body? ...Not there was anything Jack could do about it. It felt almost empowering in a sexual kind of way. Already he could feel his own bulge swell up.</div><div><br /></div><div> "McCree," a bossy voice snapped him out of it from somewhere behind. Reyes signaled him over with his "come here" throat-clear.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI53COTkVDHJc3fYYWVZQ_Z666v4Kz7eBPYHZBEQ9RMwWFkusZhfvPu6NSh7mXVHn9GaL2ZIyiMc8w5iBdTGYhedTR_cg5VqmegFUvQwQgF00Q1NQqNF4fR0aiqPdIqI4Frmw4cMploOk/s2048/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="2048" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI53COTkVDHJc3fYYWVZQ_Z666v4Kz7eBPYHZBEQ9RMwWFkusZhfvPu6NSh7mXVHn9GaL2ZIyiMc8w5iBdTGYhedTR_cg5VqmegFUvQwQgF00Q1NQqNF4fR0aiqPdIqI4Frmw4cMploOk/w640-h422/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+3.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div> McCree approached cautiously, unsure of what kind of situation he'd really walked into. From every impression he had so far, Reyes was not the least bit gay and had made no effort in hiding his sexuality with porn running on the television half the time.</div><div><br /></div><div> Thoughts started racing into his head and the questions just poured out. "Did ya erh.. kidnap the chief?"</div><div><br /></div><div> "No." Reyes didn't even blink. <i>How was he always so impassive?</i></div><div><br /></div><div> Scratching the back of his head, McCree thought of a different approach and just probed for the answer. "There be a reason then... dude's, uhm, trussed up?" And once again without even moving his head, Reyes gave the most vague and simplistic answer he possible could.</div><div><br /></div><div> "Morrison always procrastinates hard when there's no work. ...So I made an <i>offer</i>."</div><div><br /></div><div> McCree couldn't help but frown. That explained nothing. "So you tied up the Strike Commander because he wasn't doing anything?" He thought to himself. Or questions like, "If you're not gay, then why is the dude all naked... and by the gods man, why did you do his dick like that. Have mercy on a guy."</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7hYThCMIrAFsKgx_-w07iZQAQouq2iVjcZTnNTjxQ0JGpKW8SBeSoC9fmnlxoNKVYsXN_wvAO4PzjX5EmfBB1NtKQvFCSkaGkIVM6tApv6v-Gs1hIiT81tzFIraUS-ykC_PRmMg-TN4/s2048/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="2048" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7hYThCMIrAFsKgx_-w07iZQAQouq2iVjcZTnNTjxQ0JGpKW8SBeSoC9fmnlxoNKVYsXN_wvAO4PzjX5EmfBB1NtKQvFCSkaGkIVM6tApv6v-Gs1hIiT81tzFIraUS-ykC_PRmMg-TN4/w640-h422/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+4.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /> "Heh," Reyes suddenly chuckled as he turned and immediately spotted the still rock hard bulge towering on McCree's pants. With a raised eyebrow and an incredibly smug tone he remarked, <i>"Got nothing better to do either, cowboy?"</i> </div><div><br /></div><div> <i>It was at this moment he knew, he fucked up. </i></div><div><br /></div> Up until this point, the possibility of getting tied up together with Jack hadn't even crossed his mind. But his erection and flushed cheeks had given away more than he ever intended to admit. And now that he had given Reyes that very idea, there was no escaping it. Unless he could come up with a damn good explanation for his arousal.<div><br /></div><div> "I... was- uhm, erh..."</div><div><br /></div><div> Nope, that wasn't happening. Reyes got up from his couch with one sole intent and McCree gulped slowly backing away as he lamented, "Well... shit."<br /><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4Ug8H5fH69H6MWBtWe7ClRQo_vA3TEHN8nmlFZPJpbXr7aqSBUvII8f_SP5dJ-g97LR6h5dDcIaR_m2Pwb13iH8t7kQz97UqMugjbjZRkNqmxImC3t6sNOFk7MEzqYvLdiUCo42sOUQ/s2048/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="2048" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4Ug8H5fH69H6MWBtWe7ClRQo_vA3TEHN8nmlFZPJpbXr7aqSBUvII8f_SP5dJ-g97LR6h5dDcIaR_m2Pwb13iH8t7kQz97UqMugjbjZRkNqmxImC3t6sNOFk7MEzqYvLdiUCo42sOUQ/w640-h422/Overwatch+Procrastinating+Panel+5.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div> In the end, it had only taken fifteen minutes before McCree had been stripped and joined with Jack in bondage.</div><div><br /></div><div> Reyes had even had fun engineering the ropework. After he'd placed them opposite each other in the same position, he linked their ropework together firs by their chest before getting the even better idea of joining the ropes on their dick. "You two can share this," he smugly said expanding the vibrator across both of their dicks stuck together.</div><div><br /></div><div> "Hmph," Jack grunted disapproving, but knowing well enough he had signed up for this and had long passed the point where he had any input.</div><div><br /></div><div> And so he left the two of them to spend the evening together in that fixed position, forced to just look at each other naked in his restraints with the gags preventing any conversation. "Mc-Crmph," Morrison acknowledged his comrade with a grunt and Jesse responded in kind. "Mo-rmphon."</div><div><br /></div><div> But still, he had to admit... being tied up with Jack Morrison was pretty hot. Somehow in some unintended way, Reyes had given him an excuse to just be hard and horny all night. An excuse to just stare and moan while rubbing against Jack's own length. It felt every bit intense with the tight rope around his base and the teasing vibrator.</div><div><br /></div><div> He couldn't help it now, after all. He might as well enjoy it and from the precum spilling out from both of their dicks and flooding down, Jack was as turned on as he was.</div><div><br /></div><div> <i>This was probably the most pleasurable boredom he'd ever engaged in.</i></div>Artist Bogrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08878134297987384549noreply@blogger.com3