No Safe Word: A Varsity Kink Story
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Brandon, a 28 year old banker and self professed straight acting gym bunny, stepped into the restaurant and looked around for the gorgeous face he had seen on the dating app just a few hours earlier. From across the room, he saw a square jawed 20-something wave. He ventured over and introduced himself. Jared, the guy he had met online about 4 hours before, was muscular, very muscular. Brandon didn’t think he was a slouch but this guy was like a brick shithouse! Brandon’s look must have gave him away and Jared explained.
What? You want the stats… 6’1”, 225, 45”, 34”, 8.5” cut.
Brandon laughed and apologized.
He sat down at the table and they each ordered a beer and an appetizer to share. Dinner was going exceptionally well and Brandon discovered that not only was Jared a total jock and gym junkie but they shared some similar fetishes as well. Towards the end of dinner, Brandon offered up a nightcap at his place just a few blocks away. Jared agreed and jokingly warned him that he didn’t have a safe word. Brandon laughed and thought to himself, yeah, everyone says that…
The two boys walked out the door of the hole in the wall establishment and began walking towards Brandon’s apartment. Free of the prying ears of the restaurants, Jared inquired.
So, what kind of kink are you into?
Brandon laughed a little.
If it’s kinky I’m pretty into it. There isn’t much I won’t do except brown and yellow.
Yeah I don’t get that at all. I’m very open minded, like I said, no safe words here.
Oh really? Brandon replied.
I’m no pussy, I’m all about getting my limits pushed. Especially by a fucking stud like you.
We will see about that, Brandon said.
So you’re going to suck my dick tonight. Jared inquired with a laugh.
Brandon just laughed and looked slyly at the massive man in front of him.
As they walked into Brandon’s apartment, he offered Jared a beer and he quickly accepted. Both boys were about 5 or 6 bottles in at this point and hormones were just starting to bubble over the top.
Jared sucked the beer down as Brandon walked out of the bathroom after breaking the seal. Jared pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to his ankles. Brandon could see that Jared’s well chiseled thighs had a nice covering of dark hair and that his cock and balls were obviously well manicured. Jared was wearing the tiniest of Jockey black briefs. His dick was already starting to strain against the fabric.
Brandon stripped his shirt off and unbuttoned his cargo shorts. Jared seized the opportunity and grabbed the shorts and thrust them down Brandon’s nice muscular legs.
I’m a little sweaty, I hope you don’t mind. Brandon said.
Mind, fuck no, that just makes you that much hotter. Jared huffed.
Brandon threw Jared down on the bed behind him and began grinding his own still fabric encapsulated cock into Jared’s. As the two boys thrust together, Jared began grunting and moaning.
You don’t get off that easy. Brandon whispered.
I’m all your’s. Said Jared.
Take your shorts off and lay down on the bed, I’ll be right back. Said Brandon with a smirk.
Jared did as told and Brandon grabbed a footlocker from under the nearby nightstand. He grabbed a few items out of the footlocker and laid them out on the dresser.
Brandon walked back over to the bed and laid down on top of Jared who was now lightly thrusting into the navy bedsheets from sheer horniness. Brandon grinded his cock deep into Jared’s ass crack as he put his hand over Jared’s mouth and wrenched his neck back.
So, no safe word huh? I find that hard to believe. Brandon uttered.
Push me, push me hard. Whatever you want, I’m down. I’m just so fucking horny. Jared managed to get out through Brandon’s fingers still covering his mouth.
Well get your ass up and sit down over here in this chair. Brandon directed.
Jared got up from the bed and made his way to the arm chair near the bed. Brandon planted his mouth on Jared’s once he had sat down and grasped his cock and balls in his hand and squeezed.
Well we are going to push your limits tonight for sure.
Brandon grabbed a roll of saran wrap from the dresser and wrapped Jared’s veiny arms to the arms of the chair. He did the same thing with the jock’s legs, securing him to the chair fully.
You think this is going to hold me? Jared asked quizzically.
No. Brandon quickly retorted as he reached and grabbed the roll of black duct tape from the dresser.
Brandon began wrapping Jared’s arms to the chair arms tightly and repeating the actions with his legs.
That should hold you. Brandon stated.
Jared strained against his restraints but made no headway.
So fucking hot, now what, suck my cock? Jerk me off? Jared asked.
Brandon poured some lube in his hand and began to work Jared’s extremely hard cock. He rubbed the lube over Jared’s gigantic ballsack and licked the inside of the man jock’s legs. He could smell the musk of the day’s sweat emanating from Jared’s junk.
Oh God, make me cum. Jared uttered.
Oh no, we are just getting started. Brandon stated matter of factly.
Brandon reached over to the dresser and grabbed a clear plastic bag and a large rubber band. As he started to open the bag, Jared got a nervous look on his face.
Wh-what’s that for? Jared asked.
This is going to go on your head and this rubber band is going to hold it in place while I jerk your cock and suck on your balls. The goal is to be able to concentrate on cumming enough that you can get off before you run out of air. Brandon offered up.
I’ve never done anything like that but I’m game, let’s do it. It’s just a bag, I’ll bite through it before I suffocate. Jared said with a chuckle.
Bite through the bag and you won’t like the consequence. Brandon smirked.
Jared had a nervous look again as the bag slid down over his head and Brandon placed the rubber band around his neck. Brandon could see the hot as fuck jock inside the bag looking around trying to understand his situation. His hard cock still pointing upward was now gripped in Brandon’s head and Jared was making soft moans as he started to breathe his limited air. The bag had a fair amount of air in it but Jared’s inexperience with breath play was causing him to use it up quite fast. The sweat that was gathering on his face was pulling the plastic closer and nearly gluing the plastic to his face.
Brandon continued working Jared’s cock as Jared began shaking his head and asking to have the bag taken off.
OK, please take the bag off Brandon. I can’t breathe. I mean I really can’t breathe. Jared managed to get out.
Nope, you need to cum if you want that bag off of your head. Otherwise it stays put. Brandon said with a bit of a menace.
Man, come on! Jared said while clenching his brow and shaking his head trying to get the plastic unfastened from his nose.
Realizing that Brandon was not going to comply, Jared immediately began trying to suck the bag into his mouth so he could bite a hole and get some air.
Don’t do it. Brandon said.
Jared ignored Brandon’s warning and began grinding his teeth on the bag until he felt the fresh air rush in as he sucked hard.
Brandon looking half amused and half annoyed, reached up and pulled the rubber band off from around Jared’s neck. He then lifted the sweaty bag off of Jared’s head. Jared heaving from his lack of oxygen and extremely worked up cock looked up at Brandon.
Please, please just let me cum. I am so fucking hard! Jared exclaimed.
Oh, I plan on letting you cum but you didn’t listen to my warning. Brandon said slyly.
Anything just please let me cum. Jared said with a light bit of exhaustion in his voice.
Brandon went back over to the dresser and grabbed another plastic bag and the duct tape that he had used to secure Jared to the chair.
He turned around and Jared immediately saw what he had.
Again? Wait, what’s the tape for? Jared quizzed.
Well here’s what’s going to happen. I am going to take this tape and I’m going to wrap it around your head, taping your fucking mouth shut, so that you can’t chew through any more bags. Then, I’m going to put a plastic bag on your head and I’m going to take the duct tape and tape it around your neck tightly. You will have the air to breathe in the bag and that’s it. I am going to continue to work on your cock some more and attempt to make you cum that big fucking load you are hiding. The challenge is going to be whether you pass out from lack of oxygen or cum first. Got it?
I don’t know about that… I mean… what if… Jared looked concerned but before he could protest any further, Brandon was wrapping Jared’s lower jaw and mouth in saran wrap.
Please, please, just finish jerking me off, I’ve had enough… Jared said through a few layers of plastic.
I’m sorry bro, you said no safe word, so I’m gonna stick with that. Brandon returned as he began wrapping the black duct tape around Jared’s now plastic wrapped lower head. When he was finished everything from Jared’s upper lip to neck line was covered in plastic and duct tape. Jared couldn’t make a sound if he tried.
Jared had an extreme look of panic on his face but his cock was still hard, partially from hormones and partially from adrenaline. Brandon grabbed the plastic bag and slid it over Jared’s head ceremoniously showing the tape to Jared before he sealed him in his predicament. He wrapped the tape securely around the boy’s neck and ripped it off the roll with his teeth. Jared, now fully encased in plastic and tape had very little air and a fully hard cock. This was going to be interesting.
Brandon put his lips down around Jared’s cock and began licking the tip, massaging the boy’s balls to work the cum up and out. Up top, Jared was attempting to protest through his tape gag and bag but all that was heard was muffled sounds of either pleasure or pain, Brandon wasn’t sure which one. Brandon gripped Jared’s cock firmly and began pumping the cock hard hoping to work the boy right to the edge. The bag by this time was nearly depleted of air and was no clinging to Jared’s forehead and starting to cling to his nose. Full on panic was setting in as he struggled against the tape on his arms and shook his head to attempt to get the plastic off of his nose. The more he struggled the more sweat he built up and the more the plastic stuck to him. Just as he felt hopeless and thought the end was near, he felt the cum building up in his sack and the orgasm building in his shaft. He could surely hold on for a few more seconds and then Brandon would take the bag off. As he began to cum and spurt his load into Brandon’s mouth, the sense of panic returned four fold and he wanted out of the bag BAD.
Brandon having done his duty and now with a fully engorged cock of his own stood up, watching the writhing sexy beast of a boy tied in the chair, bagged and taped.
I’m gonna cum on your chest and face now, so try not to pass out until I’m done ok… Brandon said, pumping his 8” cock.
Jared tried to make out a scream but nothing could escape his plastic head prison. He could see flashes and lights in his vision and knew he was ready to pass out.
Brandon watched as the bag sucked tight to Jared’s face and he though what the hell, I might as well help him get to the finish. Brandon took his hand and pressed it up over Jared’s taped mouth and nose and whispered.
I’m not taking it off, so just let go. If you’re lucky, I’ll take it off after you pass out.
At that moment Jared’s head bobbed several times and the bag stopped moving. Brandon sprayed his load all over the boy’s chest and reached up and ripped the bag open so his newfound toy didn’t die. A moment later, Jared came around to find Brandon wiping his cum off of Jared’s chest and cutting the restraints from Jared’s arms and legs. The bag and tape which had encased his face, now gone, revealing a sweaty red faced square jawed jock again.
Whoa, bro, that was fun. Holy shit, where did you learn to do that? Jared asked.
Practice makes perfect but you were pretty fun, naïve and all. No safe words right? Brandon smiled.
Yeah, no safe words… Jared said.
Why don’t you go jump in the shower and I’ll join you, I have a pair of cuffs in the bathroom and to be honest, I could use a blowjob now. Brandon said with a sly demeanor.
Without a pause, Jared got up, rubbed his wrists and asked where the towels were…
