Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)
Ahlaway
Star
- Joined
- Jul 17, 2013
Hey all,
I've noticed that a lot of interest in a roleplay seems to die out somewhere midway through plotting. Like, you really love the idea once you start out, but after a while you start feeling like the plotting and technical stuff is never going to end, and someone stops reply. So to try and avoid that I've decided to start a thread of 'wing it' rps. Bellow you'll find starters ranging from one or two paragraphs. This is mostly just to get the idea across without much else. Feel free to reply with more or less. To start a roleplay with me, all you have to do is message me a reply to your favorite.
That being said, if you're interested, but would rather do plotting, you can message me as well. Also, if you're interested in one of the starters bellow, but wish to switch the roles (I can play either sub or dom).
f-list: https://www.f-list.net/c/the_cat
Starters.
**Disclaimer: All muses are of age (the youngest being 18 in highschool) **
Seeking Doms
1. "Sir please--!" The plea was cut short as his master lifted a hand, making his threat clear. Swallowing a whimper, Cecil opened his mouth wide enough for the obnoxious red ball of a gag. Once it had been clasped tightly behind his head, he shot the old man a pleading look, but it did nothing to sway him. Instead, his master- who he'd served faithfully for years- bound his wrists to his ankles, before rubbing a generous layer of lube on the final piece of this obscene uniform--an anal hook.
Face flushed brightly, Cecil shook his head as he felt the three thick balls on the hook slip inside of him, before his master attached the chain to his collar, and in turn forced him to sit on his knees with his back arched, and chest pushed out. Turning away for just a moment, the man returned with two double ended clips, which came to bite painfully into his sensitive nipples, once his uniform dress shirt was unbuttoned. From one hung the keys to the cuffs, as well as the small lock that connected the hook chain to his collar, and from the other hung a folded birthday card.
After adjusting his pet's bow tie, the man took two steps back to examine his work. "That's a good boy. Now you be a good butler for your new master, alright?"
Desperately, Cecil shook his head no, but again the man ignored him, as he turned and left without even looking back. (Craving)
-
2. The bell rang, and the chaotic shuffle and chatter of changing classes filled the hall outside of his cramped, metal prison. Elliot had long since given up trying to shout for help. No one could hear the sound, muffled by the bright red ball gag. Besides, at this point he wasn't sure he wanted to be found. It wasn't that he didn't want to be freed, but after being held here for hours, he didn't think he could handle the humiliation of being found in such a position. Besides the gag, his hands were bound securely behind him, and his ankles were tied together. A thick leather collar was wrapped around his neck, and a small chain connected it to the back most hook of the locker, which had a thick enough cloth over it that he could lean back without fear of hurting himself.
A small, muffled scream tore from his throat a few moments after the hall had fallen silent again, as he was reminded of the worst bits of it all. Tapped over each nipple was a vibrating egg, and large vibrating plug was within his ass. All three objects came to life at different intensities, randomly, and with how long this wave was lasting he could only assume that his tormentor had gotten a free period, or he'd decided to leave it on for the whole of a class as he had done this morning. As the goosebumps grew more apparent on his skin, and his penis lifted once again, he could only pray it wasn't the latter.
(This could be a boyfriend, stalker/kidnapper, some random dude who's locker this happens to be, or whatever you'd like.)
-
3. Andrew's life was over.
Who would have thought that the handful of gay porn videos he’d done in collage would come back to haunt him this way? There were millions of videos online. Why did his most rebellious student have to find these? He supposed questioning it was pointless now. Those videos had been humiliating, and anything but vanilla. They could ruin his life. If this were to get out, no one would trust him to teach their children, and they both knew it.
With that in mind, he obeyed the boy’s orders and stripped. The cold stung mercilessly at the skin of his knees, as he sunk down in front of the young man, eyes locked on the floor. “Please. Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t show anyone.” He pleaded, though he knew it was more along the lines of agreeing to an unspoken deal. He was helpless, and as he remembered the look his student had when he'd entered the room, Andrew knew he was going to make him earn his silence.
-
4. Emil shivered for a good number of reasons as he finished the last bit of dusting. Setting his rag down, he tugged at the edge of his apron. The only article of clothing the master of the house allowed him today. He didn't mind. At least, not too much. It was chilly, but he was happy he could make the master happy. The chain of anal beads, that shifted with each step, and came to life with vibrations at his master's will, was another story, but he didn't say anything. No. It wasn't the hardest, or most embarrassing thing he'd been asked to do since he’d been hired.
Still, it didn't stop him from breathing a quiet curse when the beads came to life midway down the hall. Collapsing against he wall, he whimpered when the vibrations didn't die down after a few minutes. It seemed master had tired of waiting for him to finish. So, on shaky legs, he made his way to his master's room, knocked, and then entered. Giving a deep bow, he bit back a moan as the man turned the vibrations up a setting. "M-master, the ch-chores are done. W-what would you like n-next?"
-
5. Elias hadn't ever been so afraid in his life.
He should have listened. The elders had always warned them not to venture close to where the humans let their young play. Their pa-ru-ka, or, whatever they called it. He'd know better, and he should have listened, but he'd just been so curious. Curious of the big people, and this place they had built. His plan had only been to get close enough to get a better look, and yet he'd never even made it that far.
He'd been caught in some kind of trap, and before he could find a way to escape, one of them and come and gotten him out of it. They'd then shoved him into some kind of glass container, and then placed that into a dark box of some sort. And in that box he'd been trapped.
Trapped until now.
Eyes squinting against the sudden light, he whimpered and pressed his back against the glass wall. "P-please! D-don't kill me!"
-
6. Scott had long since screamed his voice raw, not that it had done him much good with the large red ball-gag lodged firmly between his lips, muffling each and ever noise. Chained to one of the water pipes in the basement, with his hands cuffed behind him, he would have thrashed more in a desperate attempt to escape, if he wasn't also connected to the pipe with a dog's choker collar, which tightened to the point of choking him if he dare pull his head away from where it was anchored. He didn't know how long he'd been here, or how long his coworker planned to leave him. Honestly, he couldn't even fully remember how he'd gotten down here in the first place. He remembered his coworker offering him a water bottle after he'd complained about the heat, but after that everything had gotten fuzzy.
The next thing he knew he'd woken like this. He remembered his coworker grinning down at him. Mocking him when he'd tried to struggle. He remembered too vividly how his body had betrayed him when the man had started pumping his cock, and the excruciating pain that followed when he had worked a long, thin candle into the slit, before lighting it. The candle was getting low now, and clear tear tracks covered his face, showing just how painful each- now cooling- drip of wax had been as it had slid down his skin. At this point, he couldn't decide what was worse. Letting the flame keeping going, or having the man return. (Craving!)
-
7. Jamie had never been so terrified in his life.
Waking up in a kennel surround by large dogs would have been enough to shoot him into terror area on it's own, but that wasn't it. He couldn't move. At least, he couldn't move the way he was supposed to. A tight latex suit forced his body to bend unnaturally, with his legs bent completely at the knees and held in place so that his ankles were pressed against his ass. His arms were bent similarly, with his hands forced into fists, so that they were completely useless. He also had something in his mouth, though he couldn't figure out what it was. All he knew was that it was long and rubbery, with a strap that went around his head and held it in place.
It was only once he'd started to shift, trying to get onto his hands and knees, that he realized the last piece of the outfit. Whoever had done this, had stuffed something in his ass, and it rubbed against his insides with every movement, making the difficult task of getting up nearly impossible. For a moment, he'd tried to force it out, whimpering and crying as he did, but the plug was too large for him to get out on his own. Finally giving up, he slowly made his way up onto his elbows and knees and crawled his way to the large water bowl in the kennel. He couldn't drink from it, but he could at least get a batter look at himself. What he saw...made him panic.
He suddenly understood why he was in a dog kennel. The latex suit he was in seemed intent on turning him into just that. Even his gag was a thick chew bone, that had been crammed between his teeth before being tied in place. Shaking his head in denial, his racing heart seemed to stop when he heard a man's voice. (Craving!!!)
-
8. Today should have been a day of celebration. After years of struggle and oppression under a cruel king, the man had died and his son was finally allowed to step up to take his position. Aaron's beloved nephew would be taking his rightful place as the king and he should have been delighted. He should have been there, cheering and giving a toast for his long life and prosperous rule, and yet...he wasn't.
An hour before the ceremonies had begun, three castle guards had stormed into his room and dragged him to his son's quarters. He'd screamed and fought, but a noble had little hope against trained fighters, and no servant was willing to step forward and risk punishment.
And that's how he'd been deposited in his nephews new quarters- the king's quarters. Yet, that wasn't the worse of it. No, the worse had been when the guards ripped the clothes off of him, and bound him. Hands behind his back, and ankles tied together, he'd been gagged and left on the end of bed, like a loyal hound waiting his master's return. (Craving!)
-
Seeking Subs
1. "You know teach, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a dick." Of course, if he hadn't been, Zachary would have missed out on having the hottest teacher in the school as his fuck toy for his last semester of highschool. The final bell had sounded a good hour ago, and Zach had given the man, who had been a constant thorn in his side for what was supposed to be his easy do nothing year, half of that time to think things were normal. A generous act if you asked him. Then, once most of the student body had gone, he went and presented his evidence. The bundle of papers carrying enough dirty laundry to get the man fired, and very likely, ruin his chances of getting another teaching position, if he played his cards right. The man had been angry of course, but that had given to fear in the end. Just as he'd expected he would.
Things had gone smoothly from there. He'd locked the door and ordered the older man to strip and lean over his desk, which he did after a bit of backtalk- something he could only expect until he got the man a bit more trained. He'd bound his hands with his tie, and now sat behind him, in the man's chair, a grin plastered on his face as he slipped a pencil into the deliciously tight ring of muscles. "I didn't expect for things to go this well teach, so I didn't really come prepared." A second pencil worked it's way in alongside the first. "Don't worry though. Tomorrow will be better. Hey, which sounds like more fun to teach with in? Anal beads, or a plug? I was thinking something that vibrates, but since you've been such a good boy I'll give you time to adjust." And in went a third. (Craving!)
-
2. "I stopped by your job today, sweet heart. You're coworkers were pretty worried when you didn't show up for work. Of course, none of them are going to get too involved. I wonder how long it'll be until someone goes to check your place." Lucas mused, tone too sweet as he pulled his precious new pet from the cage. There was a bit of a struggle, but he couldn't really blame his puppy. He'd been allowed to run loose with only that shit poor training his ass of a boyfriend had given him. He just needed a little structure, and he'd be an angel in no time. Once he was finally out, he took a firm grip of the other's collar, and clipped his new leash into place, so he wouldn't get any silly idea of trying to get away. Then, and only then, he let himself take a good look at the other.
The bindings had worked perfectly, keeping him from being able to get off his hands and knees, and the mittens looked positively adorable. The bit gag stretched his cute mouth so nicely as well. Why hadn't he done this sooner? Of course, he would have liked for his boy too look happy instead of frightened, but what could he really expect? Getting used to new environments was rough. He'd adjust in time. Other then that, he was nearly perfect. Kneeling at the other's side, Lucas wrapped his arm around him to hold him tight, while his other hand reached to the bedside counter to grab his puppy's tail. The plug end had been generously lubed before he'd opened the cage, so though it did take a little work, he was able to get it into the other's entrance. He wanted to keep his puppy both stretched and horny, so he'd chosen a large plug. It also assured that it wouldn't fall out if his pet had a naughty spell and tried to get a loose. Something he proved by giving a light tug to the tail end, once it was fully inserted. "There we go puppy. Now, how about a tour of the house? I'll show you your play room." He spoke more to himself, as he took the leash and pulled.
-
3. James was pretty drained by the time he'd entered the barn. Spending the day tending to the land and caring for the animals had left him sore, and more then ready for a hot bath and a good night's sleep, but he had one thing left to do before he could rest. One thing that he'd purposely put off until now, both to give him something to work towards, and to give it time to...adjust.
Reaching the back of the barn, he opened the door to a small supply room, and stepped in. Inside, a beautiful boy had been left bound for some hours now, hands cuffed above his head on a table, and legs pulled up and open, in two leg harnesses. A dear friend of his had caught the boy the previous night, and knowing how bored James was with his day to day routine on the farm, had dropped him off as a gift. Needless to say, he would be in the man's debt for sometime.
"Good evening pretty thing. Enjoying yourself?" The farmer asked in a mockingly sweet tone, ignoring the bit within the boy's mouth. Moving forward, he sat a bowl he'd carried in with him down on the table, before turning to the nearby shelf, and pulling off a pair of rubber gloves. "I know what you might be thinking. Living all the way out here will be a pretty big transition, but you'll get used to it before you know it. Now, I haven't really figured out what you're good for yet, but living out here, everyone's gotta have a use, so until we figure it out we'll just have to experiment, won't we?" Gloves on, he reached into the bowl and pulled out an egg, and was sure to hold it so the boy could see. "Now, I figured you could be a little two in one, chicken cow for now, don't you think? I've got a nice new machine that'll milk you nice and good, and I think this little hole of yours was just meant for laying eggs." As he spoke, he worked the egg in, smirking as it finally disappeared behind the ring of muscle. Now, on to the next one.
-
4. He'd captured one. After all of these years, he'd finally managed to capture one.
Logan could practically feel his heart beating through his chest. After all of these years of ridicule and self doubt, he'd finally managed to capture one of the little people that had haunted his mind, since he'd spotted one as a child. He could finally prove that he wasn't insane.That he'd been right all these years, and that little people, human in appearance, but no bigger then dolls, lived bellow their sight. Filled to the brim with delight, he placed the creature, into a jar, and placed the lid with precut holes on the top, in place. Once back at his car, he placed that jar into his lunch bag and headed home. Yes, he wanted to gloat as soon as possible, with how happy he felt, the mothers present may have thought him crazy, and he could hardly risk being thrown into jail now.
There as also the risk of things getting out too quickly, and people he wasn't ready for coming to collect his little prize. No, he'd have his time, but for now he would have to do this carefully.
Once home, he placed the bag on his desk, and slowly unzipped it, smiling so wide his face hurt, as he looked down at the creature. "Well, hello there little one. I am so happy to see you." (Craving)
-
5. There were a lot of benefits that came with being the head of the Noel family. Surely he had more wealth and power within his reach then most would experience within their lifetimes. He could do, or say anything he wanted, so long as he stayed on top of the political game, yet the thing he enjoyed most, was the ability to spend his free time taking pleasure in his beautiful servants. One servant specifically.
Filing away the last of his paperwork, Aiden informed a passing servant that he'd be taking his dinner in his room tonight, before heading to the back of the estate, which housed his private quarters. Entering, he didn't bother to hide his smirk. The whimpering within was just too pleasurable a sound.
There, in the back of the room where he'd left him, was his pet. Bound helplessly to the chair, the servants hands and feet were tied to the top, keeping his legs spread open, so anyone who entered could see the cum leaking from around the string, which was connected to the five anal beads inside. He was dressed in nothing but a maids outfit, the top peeled down to show two clamps biting cruelly into his nipples.
Crossing the room, he gently stroked the other's face. "Sorry for keeping you waiting so long love. I hope you weren't too embarrassed when the maids came in to clean." He mused aloud, laughing. Pulling the makeshift gag- the man's own underwear- from his mouth, Aiden let his hands slip down and down, until his fingers could tease the head of the man's dick. "Now, are you ready to play again?"
-
6. "You know, I never got why everyone liked jocks so much, but I think I get it now." Tyler mused from his place on the other's back. He'd always figured that the closer they got the graduation, the less bullying would happen. It was immature, stupid, and everyone was bound to grow out of it as they got their college letters and started to plan for the future, right? Wrong. It seemed that some people enjoyed being abusing their size a little too much, but likewise, there was only so much the victims of these bullies could take before they snapped. Some people broke down, but Tyler preferred to get even.
Getting his tormentor bound and gagged on the gym storage room floor hours after everyone else had gone home had been a challenge and involved bribing a rather...sleazy janitor, but now that he was here, sitting on his back as he tugged his hair, it was well worth it. "Yeah, I think I could get used to this."
Laughing to himself, he finally got up and moved away for a moment. When he returned, he had ping pong balls in his pockets and the paddle in hand. He gave the jerk's ass a hard smack with the paddle before fishing out one of the balls. "I know it's not your sport, but I thought it would be nice to get some special athlete photos." (Craving!)
-
Plots That Could Be Either
1. Our characters come from a proud family who have worked the land for as far back as the family tree can go. Our characters are two brothers who have recently lost their parents. A car accident took them both in one day, and both boys needed to come back to set things straight on the farm. Well, one thing the youngest didn't know was that the older had no plans of selling the farm. In fact, he planned to stay, and he planned to keep his brother, whether he wanted to stay or not. With their parents gone, and this house in the middle of nowhere in his name, the older can finally do everything he's wanted to.
-
2. Ever since N started collage his relationship with his younger brother, O, had gone nowhere but down. They fight more often than not, and if asked their opinion of the other N would say O’s nothing more than a nosy brat, and O would say N’s a bossy know-it-all. Fights have become a common occurrence, but one summer day it goes to far. After a very long argument O strikes out and manages to actually hurt N. Realizing the consequences of his action he’s filled with fear. What will his parents say? What will they do? Yet his friend P, who had been staying the night, comes up with a solution. A very manipulative individual he manages to frighten O out of his mind with the possibilities of punishment, before convincing him the only way to deal with it is to get rid of the evidence. They bind and gag the still disoriented and hurt N and get him in P’s car. P then takes them to his and O’s hang out (an old abandoned farm/building/ect) where he convinces O they can keep his brother. He reasons that the only way to keep O’s brother from telling is to make it so he won’t want to tell. The truth is, P has had the hots for N for years, and he plans to use this time, not only to humiliate and play with the older brother, but manipulate and train the younger.
-
3. A is what many would refer to as, sick in the head. Having grown up with abusive and unstable parents, he'd often acted out in school, leading him to be considered an outcast, as well as a frequent target for bullies. By the time he was in highschool, this treatment was what he had come to expect, so when a handsome, popular, boy (B) came to his defense one day, his expectations had been shattered. Though B never spoke with him again, A kept an eye on him. A very close eye. He liked to watch him, as B just seemed to glow, but A had never intended to take it any farther than that. That is, until he found B one night, long after graduation, sitting on the curb. B had gotten into a fight with his partner, and the other man had beat B before kicking him out of their apartment. Enraged that someone could treat B so cruely, A began to wonder. Had this happened before? B's friends certainly weren't as good as he deserved. He had seen that. How else was B tormented? What other unfair blows came his way, because he was too kind for his own good? With such questions buzzing in his head, A could easily justify what he did next. He kidnapped B, and took him home, where he could watch over him. Sure, B didn't like it at first, especially with A allowing himself to play out a few of his fantasies on him, but A was sure he'd come around eventually.
-
4. Going into your freshman year of collage comes with a lot of worries, but one in specific is shared by nearly everyone; the roommate fear. Well, A seemed to luck out to most. His roommate, B, was weird, to put it kindly. He had no filter, in actions or words, and he had a number of odd habits. Yet, A wouldn't say that he was that bad. Sure, B wouldn't have been his first choice, but once he'd gotten to know the guy he'd realized that he was a trustworthy friend who really just wanted to please. B didn't even judge A when he not only came out about his sexuality, but gushed about his crush. B was odd, but nice, and A could live with that. At least, he could up until his birthday. That day B promised him a great gift. His parents had come into town and taken him out to eat to celebrate right after class, so A hadn't gotten a chance to see B's 'great gift' until late that night. After returning to campus, and being lead to his room by his very excited roommate, A was presented with a horrifying yet arousing sight. There, on his bed, was C, his crush. C was bound tightly in ropes and ribbons, with a ball gag muffling his whimpers and moans as a toy buzzed away inside of him. It was at this point that A knew his friend was insane, because C would obviously report them. He panicked, but B's insistence that he could keep C quiet did make things very tempting.
I've noticed that a lot of interest in a roleplay seems to die out somewhere midway through plotting. Like, you really love the idea once you start out, but after a while you start feeling like the plotting and technical stuff is never going to end, and someone stops reply. So to try and avoid that I've decided to start a thread of 'wing it' rps. Bellow you'll find starters ranging from one or two paragraphs. This is mostly just to get the idea across without much else. Feel free to reply with more or less. To start a roleplay with me, all you have to do is message me a reply to your favorite.
That being said, if you're interested, but would rather do plotting, you can message me as well. Also, if you're interested in one of the starters bellow, but wish to switch the roles (I can play either sub or dom).
f-list: https://www.f-list.net/c/the_cat
Starters.
**Disclaimer: All muses are of age (the youngest being 18 in highschool) **
Seeking Doms
1. "Sir please--!" The plea was cut short as his master lifted a hand, making his threat clear. Swallowing a whimper, Cecil opened his mouth wide enough for the obnoxious red ball of a gag. Once it had been clasped tightly behind his head, he shot the old man a pleading look, but it did nothing to sway him. Instead, his master- who he'd served faithfully for years- bound his wrists to his ankles, before rubbing a generous layer of lube on the final piece of this obscene uniform--an anal hook.
Face flushed brightly, Cecil shook his head as he felt the three thick balls on the hook slip inside of him, before his master attached the chain to his collar, and in turn forced him to sit on his knees with his back arched, and chest pushed out. Turning away for just a moment, the man returned with two double ended clips, which came to bite painfully into his sensitive nipples, once his uniform dress shirt was unbuttoned. From one hung the keys to the cuffs, as well as the small lock that connected the hook chain to his collar, and from the other hung a folded birthday card.
After adjusting his pet's bow tie, the man took two steps back to examine his work. "That's a good boy. Now you be a good butler for your new master, alright?"
Desperately, Cecil shook his head no, but again the man ignored him, as he turned and left without even looking back. (Craving)
-
2. The bell rang, and the chaotic shuffle and chatter of changing classes filled the hall outside of his cramped, metal prison. Elliot had long since given up trying to shout for help. No one could hear the sound, muffled by the bright red ball gag. Besides, at this point he wasn't sure he wanted to be found. It wasn't that he didn't want to be freed, but after being held here for hours, he didn't think he could handle the humiliation of being found in such a position. Besides the gag, his hands were bound securely behind him, and his ankles were tied together. A thick leather collar was wrapped around his neck, and a small chain connected it to the back most hook of the locker, which had a thick enough cloth over it that he could lean back without fear of hurting himself.
A small, muffled scream tore from his throat a few moments after the hall had fallen silent again, as he was reminded of the worst bits of it all. Tapped over each nipple was a vibrating egg, and large vibrating plug was within his ass. All three objects came to life at different intensities, randomly, and with how long this wave was lasting he could only assume that his tormentor had gotten a free period, or he'd decided to leave it on for the whole of a class as he had done this morning. As the goosebumps grew more apparent on his skin, and his penis lifted once again, he could only pray it wasn't the latter.
(This could be a boyfriend, stalker/kidnapper, some random dude who's locker this happens to be, or whatever you'd like.)
-
3. Andrew's life was over.
Who would have thought that the handful of gay porn videos he’d done in collage would come back to haunt him this way? There were millions of videos online. Why did his most rebellious student have to find these? He supposed questioning it was pointless now. Those videos had been humiliating, and anything but vanilla. They could ruin his life. If this were to get out, no one would trust him to teach their children, and they both knew it.
With that in mind, he obeyed the boy’s orders and stripped. The cold stung mercilessly at the skin of his knees, as he sunk down in front of the young man, eyes locked on the floor. “Please. Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t show anyone.” He pleaded, though he knew it was more along the lines of agreeing to an unspoken deal. He was helpless, and as he remembered the look his student had when he'd entered the room, Andrew knew he was going to make him earn his silence.
-
4. Emil shivered for a good number of reasons as he finished the last bit of dusting. Setting his rag down, he tugged at the edge of his apron. The only article of clothing the master of the house allowed him today. He didn't mind. At least, not too much. It was chilly, but he was happy he could make the master happy. The chain of anal beads, that shifted with each step, and came to life with vibrations at his master's will, was another story, but he didn't say anything. No. It wasn't the hardest, or most embarrassing thing he'd been asked to do since he’d been hired.
Still, it didn't stop him from breathing a quiet curse when the beads came to life midway down the hall. Collapsing against he wall, he whimpered when the vibrations didn't die down after a few minutes. It seemed master had tired of waiting for him to finish. So, on shaky legs, he made his way to his master's room, knocked, and then entered. Giving a deep bow, he bit back a moan as the man turned the vibrations up a setting. "M-master, the ch-chores are done. W-what would you like n-next?"
-
5. Elias hadn't ever been so afraid in his life.
He should have listened. The elders had always warned them not to venture close to where the humans let their young play. Their pa-ru-ka, or, whatever they called it. He'd know better, and he should have listened, but he'd just been so curious. Curious of the big people, and this place they had built. His plan had only been to get close enough to get a better look, and yet he'd never even made it that far.
He'd been caught in some kind of trap, and before he could find a way to escape, one of them and come and gotten him out of it. They'd then shoved him into some kind of glass container, and then placed that into a dark box of some sort. And in that box he'd been trapped.
Trapped until now.
Eyes squinting against the sudden light, he whimpered and pressed his back against the glass wall. "P-please! D-don't kill me!"
-
6. Scott had long since screamed his voice raw, not that it had done him much good with the large red ball-gag lodged firmly between his lips, muffling each and ever noise. Chained to one of the water pipes in the basement, with his hands cuffed behind him, he would have thrashed more in a desperate attempt to escape, if he wasn't also connected to the pipe with a dog's choker collar, which tightened to the point of choking him if he dare pull his head away from where it was anchored. He didn't know how long he'd been here, or how long his coworker planned to leave him. Honestly, he couldn't even fully remember how he'd gotten down here in the first place. He remembered his coworker offering him a water bottle after he'd complained about the heat, but after that everything had gotten fuzzy.
The next thing he knew he'd woken like this. He remembered his coworker grinning down at him. Mocking him when he'd tried to struggle. He remembered too vividly how his body had betrayed him when the man had started pumping his cock, and the excruciating pain that followed when he had worked a long, thin candle into the slit, before lighting it. The candle was getting low now, and clear tear tracks covered his face, showing just how painful each- now cooling- drip of wax had been as it had slid down his skin. At this point, he couldn't decide what was worse. Letting the flame keeping going, or having the man return. (Craving!)
-
7. Jamie had never been so terrified in his life.
Waking up in a kennel surround by large dogs would have been enough to shoot him into terror area on it's own, but that wasn't it. He couldn't move. At least, he couldn't move the way he was supposed to. A tight latex suit forced his body to bend unnaturally, with his legs bent completely at the knees and held in place so that his ankles were pressed against his ass. His arms were bent similarly, with his hands forced into fists, so that they were completely useless. He also had something in his mouth, though he couldn't figure out what it was. All he knew was that it was long and rubbery, with a strap that went around his head and held it in place.
It was only once he'd started to shift, trying to get onto his hands and knees, that he realized the last piece of the outfit. Whoever had done this, had stuffed something in his ass, and it rubbed against his insides with every movement, making the difficult task of getting up nearly impossible. For a moment, he'd tried to force it out, whimpering and crying as he did, but the plug was too large for him to get out on his own. Finally giving up, he slowly made his way up onto his elbows and knees and crawled his way to the large water bowl in the kennel. He couldn't drink from it, but he could at least get a batter look at himself. What he saw...made him panic.
He suddenly understood why he was in a dog kennel. The latex suit he was in seemed intent on turning him into just that. Even his gag was a thick chew bone, that had been crammed between his teeth before being tied in place. Shaking his head in denial, his racing heart seemed to stop when he heard a man's voice. (Craving!!!)
-
8. Today should have been a day of celebration. After years of struggle and oppression under a cruel king, the man had died and his son was finally allowed to step up to take his position. Aaron's beloved nephew would be taking his rightful place as the king and he should have been delighted. He should have been there, cheering and giving a toast for his long life and prosperous rule, and yet...he wasn't.
An hour before the ceremonies had begun, three castle guards had stormed into his room and dragged him to his son's quarters. He'd screamed and fought, but a noble had little hope against trained fighters, and no servant was willing to step forward and risk punishment.
And that's how he'd been deposited in his nephews new quarters- the king's quarters. Yet, that wasn't the worse of it. No, the worse had been when the guards ripped the clothes off of him, and bound him. Hands behind his back, and ankles tied together, he'd been gagged and left on the end of bed, like a loyal hound waiting his master's return. (Craving!)
-
Seeking Subs
1. "You know teach, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a dick." Of course, if he hadn't been, Zachary would have missed out on having the hottest teacher in the school as his fuck toy for his last semester of highschool. The final bell had sounded a good hour ago, and Zach had given the man, who had been a constant thorn in his side for what was supposed to be his easy do nothing year, half of that time to think things were normal. A generous act if you asked him. Then, once most of the student body had gone, he went and presented his evidence. The bundle of papers carrying enough dirty laundry to get the man fired, and very likely, ruin his chances of getting another teaching position, if he played his cards right. The man had been angry of course, but that had given to fear in the end. Just as he'd expected he would.
Things had gone smoothly from there. He'd locked the door and ordered the older man to strip and lean over his desk, which he did after a bit of backtalk- something he could only expect until he got the man a bit more trained. He'd bound his hands with his tie, and now sat behind him, in the man's chair, a grin plastered on his face as he slipped a pencil into the deliciously tight ring of muscles. "I didn't expect for things to go this well teach, so I didn't really come prepared." A second pencil worked it's way in alongside the first. "Don't worry though. Tomorrow will be better. Hey, which sounds like more fun to teach with in? Anal beads, or a plug? I was thinking something that vibrates, but since you've been such a good boy I'll give you time to adjust." And in went a third. (Craving!)
-
2. "I stopped by your job today, sweet heart. You're coworkers were pretty worried when you didn't show up for work. Of course, none of them are going to get too involved. I wonder how long it'll be until someone goes to check your place." Lucas mused, tone too sweet as he pulled his precious new pet from the cage. There was a bit of a struggle, but he couldn't really blame his puppy. He'd been allowed to run loose with only that shit poor training his ass of a boyfriend had given him. He just needed a little structure, and he'd be an angel in no time. Once he was finally out, he took a firm grip of the other's collar, and clipped his new leash into place, so he wouldn't get any silly idea of trying to get away. Then, and only then, he let himself take a good look at the other.
The bindings had worked perfectly, keeping him from being able to get off his hands and knees, and the mittens looked positively adorable. The bit gag stretched his cute mouth so nicely as well. Why hadn't he done this sooner? Of course, he would have liked for his boy too look happy instead of frightened, but what could he really expect? Getting used to new environments was rough. He'd adjust in time. Other then that, he was nearly perfect. Kneeling at the other's side, Lucas wrapped his arm around him to hold him tight, while his other hand reached to the bedside counter to grab his puppy's tail. The plug end had been generously lubed before he'd opened the cage, so though it did take a little work, he was able to get it into the other's entrance. He wanted to keep his puppy both stretched and horny, so he'd chosen a large plug. It also assured that it wouldn't fall out if his pet had a naughty spell and tried to get a loose. Something he proved by giving a light tug to the tail end, once it was fully inserted. "There we go puppy. Now, how about a tour of the house? I'll show you your play room." He spoke more to himself, as he took the leash and pulled.
-
3. James was pretty drained by the time he'd entered the barn. Spending the day tending to the land and caring for the animals had left him sore, and more then ready for a hot bath and a good night's sleep, but he had one thing left to do before he could rest. One thing that he'd purposely put off until now, both to give him something to work towards, and to give it time to...adjust.
Reaching the back of the barn, he opened the door to a small supply room, and stepped in. Inside, a beautiful boy had been left bound for some hours now, hands cuffed above his head on a table, and legs pulled up and open, in two leg harnesses. A dear friend of his had caught the boy the previous night, and knowing how bored James was with his day to day routine on the farm, had dropped him off as a gift. Needless to say, he would be in the man's debt for sometime.
"Good evening pretty thing. Enjoying yourself?" The farmer asked in a mockingly sweet tone, ignoring the bit within the boy's mouth. Moving forward, he sat a bowl he'd carried in with him down on the table, before turning to the nearby shelf, and pulling off a pair of rubber gloves. "I know what you might be thinking. Living all the way out here will be a pretty big transition, but you'll get used to it before you know it. Now, I haven't really figured out what you're good for yet, but living out here, everyone's gotta have a use, so until we figure it out we'll just have to experiment, won't we?" Gloves on, he reached into the bowl and pulled out an egg, and was sure to hold it so the boy could see. "Now, I figured you could be a little two in one, chicken cow for now, don't you think? I've got a nice new machine that'll milk you nice and good, and I think this little hole of yours was just meant for laying eggs." As he spoke, he worked the egg in, smirking as it finally disappeared behind the ring of muscle. Now, on to the next one.
-
4. He'd captured one. After all of these years, he'd finally managed to capture one.
Logan could practically feel his heart beating through his chest. After all of these years of ridicule and self doubt, he'd finally managed to capture one of the little people that had haunted his mind, since he'd spotted one as a child. He could finally prove that he wasn't insane.That he'd been right all these years, and that little people, human in appearance, but no bigger then dolls, lived bellow their sight. Filled to the brim with delight, he placed the creature, into a jar, and placed the lid with precut holes on the top, in place. Once back at his car, he placed that jar into his lunch bag and headed home. Yes, he wanted to gloat as soon as possible, with how happy he felt, the mothers present may have thought him crazy, and he could hardly risk being thrown into jail now.
There as also the risk of things getting out too quickly, and people he wasn't ready for coming to collect his little prize. No, he'd have his time, but for now he would have to do this carefully.
Once home, he placed the bag on his desk, and slowly unzipped it, smiling so wide his face hurt, as he looked down at the creature. "Well, hello there little one. I am so happy to see you." (Craving)
-
5. There were a lot of benefits that came with being the head of the Noel family. Surely he had more wealth and power within his reach then most would experience within their lifetimes. He could do, or say anything he wanted, so long as he stayed on top of the political game, yet the thing he enjoyed most, was the ability to spend his free time taking pleasure in his beautiful servants. One servant specifically.
Filing away the last of his paperwork, Aiden informed a passing servant that he'd be taking his dinner in his room tonight, before heading to the back of the estate, which housed his private quarters. Entering, he didn't bother to hide his smirk. The whimpering within was just too pleasurable a sound.
There, in the back of the room where he'd left him, was his pet. Bound helplessly to the chair, the servants hands and feet were tied to the top, keeping his legs spread open, so anyone who entered could see the cum leaking from around the string, which was connected to the five anal beads inside. He was dressed in nothing but a maids outfit, the top peeled down to show two clamps biting cruelly into his nipples.
Crossing the room, he gently stroked the other's face. "Sorry for keeping you waiting so long love. I hope you weren't too embarrassed when the maids came in to clean." He mused aloud, laughing. Pulling the makeshift gag- the man's own underwear- from his mouth, Aiden let his hands slip down and down, until his fingers could tease the head of the man's dick. "Now, are you ready to play again?"
-
6. "You know, I never got why everyone liked jocks so much, but I think I get it now." Tyler mused from his place on the other's back. He'd always figured that the closer they got the graduation, the less bullying would happen. It was immature, stupid, and everyone was bound to grow out of it as they got their college letters and started to plan for the future, right? Wrong. It seemed that some people enjoyed being abusing their size a little too much, but likewise, there was only so much the victims of these bullies could take before they snapped. Some people broke down, but Tyler preferred to get even.
Getting his tormentor bound and gagged on the gym storage room floor hours after everyone else had gone home had been a challenge and involved bribing a rather...sleazy janitor, but now that he was here, sitting on his back as he tugged his hair, it was well worth it. "Yeah, I think I could get used to this."
Laughing to himself, he finally got up and moved away for a moment. When he returned, he had ping pong balls in his pockets and the paddle in hand. He gave the jerk's ass a hard smack with the paddle before fishing out one of the balls. "I know it's not your sport, but I thought it would be nice to get some special athlete photos." (Craving!)
-
Plots That Could Be Either
1. Our characters come from a proud family who have worked the land for as far back as the family tree can go. Our characters are two brothers who have recently lost their parents. A car accident took them both in one day, and both boys needed to come back to set things straight on the farm. Well, one thing the youngest didn't know was that the older had no plans of selling the farm. In fact, he planned to stay, and he planned to keep his brother, whether he wanted to stay or not. With their parents gone, and this house in the middle of nowhere in his name, the older can finally do everything he's wanted to.
-
2. Ever since N started collage his relationship with his younger brother, O, had gone nowhere but down. They fight more often than not, and if asked their opinion of the other N would say O’s nothing more than a nosy brat, and O would say N’s a bossy know-it-all. Fights have become a common occurrence, but one summer day it goes to far. After a very long argument O strikes out and manages to actually hurt N. Realizing the consequences of his action he’s filled with fear. What will his parents say? What will they do? Yet his friend P, who had been staying the night, comes up with a solution. A very manipulative individual he manages to frighten O out of his mind with the possibilities of punishment, before convincing him the only way to deal with it is to get rid of the evidence. They bind and gag the still disoriented and hurt N and get him in P’s car. P then takes them to his and O’s hang out (an old abandoned farm/building/ect) where he convinces O they can keep his brother. He reasons that the only way to keep O’s brother from telling is to make it so he won’t want to tell. The truth is, P has had the hots for N for years, and he plans to use this time, not only to humiliate and play with the older brother, but manipulate and train the younger.
-
3. A is what many would refer to as, sick in the head. Having grown up with abusive and unstable parents, he'd often acted out in school, leading him to be considered an outcast, as well as a frequent target for bullies. By the time he was in highschool, this treatment was what he had come to expect, so when a handsome, popular, boy (B) came to his defense one day, his expectations had been shattered. Though B never spoke with him again, A kept an eye on him. A very close eye. He liked to watch him, as B just seemed to glow, but A had never intended to take it any farther than that. That is, until he found B one night, long after graduation, sitting on the curb. B had gotten into a fight with his partner, and the other man had beat B before kicking him out of their apartment. Enraged that someone could treat B so cruely, A began to wonder. Had this happened before? B's friends certainly weren't as good as he deserved. He had seen that. How else was B tormented? What other unfair blows came his way, because he was too kind for his own good? With such questions buzzing in his head, A could easily justify what he did next. He kidnapped B, and took him home, where he could watch over him. Sure, B didn't like it at first, especially with A allowing himself to play out a few of his fantasies on him, but A was sure he'd come around eventually.
-
4. Going into your freshman year of collage comes with a lot of worries, but one in specific is shared by nearly everyone; the roommate fear. Well, A seemed to luck out to most. His roommate, B, was weird, to put it kindly. He had no filter, in actions or words, and he had a number of odd habits. Yet, A wouldn't say that he was that bad. Sure, B wouldn't have been his first choice, but once he'd gotten to know the guy he'd realized that he was a trustworthy friend who really just wanted to please. B didn't even judge A when he not only came out about his sexuality, but gushed about his crush. B was odd, but nice, and A could live with that. At least, he could up until his birthday. That day B promised him a great gift. His parents had come into town and taken him out to eat to celebrate right after class, so A hadn't gotten a chance to see B's 'great gift' until late that night. After returning to campus, and being lead to his room by his very excited roommate, A was presented with a horrifying yet arousing sight. There, on his bed, was C, his crush. C was bound tightly in ropes and ribbons, with a ball gag muffling his whimpers and moans as a toy buzzed away inside of him. It was at this point that A knew his friend was insane, because C would obviously report them. He panicked, but B's insistence that he could keep C quiet did make things very tempting.
