Gradpa’s Attic Pt1

Zack, a 30 year old office worker, was investigating the house he just inherited from his late grandfather. The 5 bedroom and 4 bath house just outside San Francisco would give Zack a good sum when he sold it to start his own business. Before he could do any of that though, he had to clean the house up a bit and move all of grandpa’s belonging out. He’d looked over the house and decided the best place to start was in the attic. It appeared to be full of mostly rubbish and It would let him get it done before summer started and he’d have to work with no A/C.

Zack started going through boxes, checking for anything sentimental or anything that would be valuable, when he noticed an old chest with a lock on it. Curious about what it could hold, Zack quickly went in search of the key. After a long search, he found the key and ran back upstairs to open the mysterious chest, hoping it was full of gold or stock certificates.

Zack quickly removed the lock and threw the lid open to discover… a large selection of sex toys. Zack was a little repulsed and questioned how well he actually knew his grandfather. He had never expected him to be into anything like this.

Zack pondered for a moment and hoped that this was a decoy and that there was a jewelry box beneath the ropes, leather, and other miscellaneous toys. He wasn’t able to find any jewelry, but he did find an envelope with a letter inside. Zack quickly read it, hoping this was a prank by his late grandpa. The first line held a warning, ‘What ever you do, do not speak the following allowed while the chest is open unless you are ready to accept the consequences.’

Zack didn’t know what to make of this. His head was spinning with questions, the biggest being what consequences could it be talking about. Continuing to read, the next line started with a series of what was either Chinese or Japanese, Zack couldn’t tell the difference, followed by gibberish in English characters ‘ropubondeji kassei-ka’. Trying to figure out what it meant and not believing anything would happen, he read it out loud.

The moment he finished reading the line, hemp ropes started unraveling and flying towards Zack’s body. The ends flew under his clothes and started wrapping around his body, tying itself into a tight body harness. Zack panicked, he didn’t understand what was going on but a picture was starting to form in his head. His didn’t initially yell out as the rope bound around him due to shock but when the rope started moving his body, taking off his clothes, Zack screamed out “Stop! No Wait! I didn’t mean to!”

The rope didn’t seem to take any notice to Zack’s protests, both physical and verbal, and continued forcing his clothes off. When all of his clothes were removed, more rope started flying towards him, binding him tighter, removing all motion. This left Zack in a beautifully knotted mess on the floor. Another series of ropes joined in He opened his mouth to yell out again, but before he could rope started wrapping around his head gagging him, making speech useless.

A cock ring then flew from the box and tightly wrapped around Zack”s cock and balls. It was tight enough to make it hard to get off but not tight enough to cause any serious damage. Zack, still able to move his head, looked down at it with horror as the last pieces clicked in his head for what was going on. This chest was playing out a BDSM scene with him as the victim. Zack started sweating as he felt the ring start to vibrate, bringing his previously soft cock to a full on erection.

Zack tried to fight back again, straining against the rope, trying to break free. Doing what ever he could to get out of this rope. Feeling if constrict around him. Feeling his muscles ache and burn against the rope. The cock ring, having gotten Zack throbbing at this point, started varying how intensely it vibrated. It worked to keep him just on the edge of cumming as Zack fought.

Zack’s attention shifted slightly with the cock ring’s new vibrating. He still wanted to get free, but he also wanted to just cum already. The ring was keeping him just on the edge. One stroke of his hand and he’d cum. That’s all he needed, one stroke, a tiny bit more stimulation. Zack fought to reach this new goal. Just to cum already so he could figure a way out of this.

After what felt like forever, Zack had no energy left, his muscles hurt, and he felt like he was going crazy. He was about to give up, when he felt the cock ring go crazy and give him exactly what he needed. It gave him that last little push to finally cum.

Zack moaned through the rope as he felt the most intense orgasm of his life send waves of pleasure through his body and rope after rope of cum shot from his cock. After Zack started to regain his senses, the cock ring stopped vibrating and removed itself from Zack followed by the ropes untying themselves and returning neatly to the chest. Zack grabbed the letter again, and looked it over. There had to be at least a dozen spells on it. Zack smiled an said “I guess I’ll have to try these out.”

Old Friends

Aaron opens his eyes after seeing a bright flash of light to discover that he’s not where he should be. Looking around, he finds himself in what appears to be the entrance to somebody’s home. There is a tall black table visible in front of him next to a kitchen and a stairwell next to him heading upstairs. Aaron ventures deeper into the kitchen to try to understand where the hell he is when he accidentally knocks a book off the counter with his arm causing a loud crash in the otherwise quiet house.

“Shit” he exclaims, hoping no one was home to hear. “I gotta get out of here before I get sho…” his thought was cut short by hearing a commotion above him. Aaron panicked, he was in an unknown house dressed in baggy jeans, a dirty white shirt covered in grease, and a baseball cap with a flat bill. Worst of all, he was Filipino. Hopefully the person upstairs didn’t have a gun and an itchy trigger finger.

James ran down the stairs after hastily throwing on a pair of black skinny jeans and the nearest shirt available, a black Accept shirt. The noise came from the kitchen, probably a text book fell of the counter where it had been left precariously close to the edge…again. James flicked on the light and saw that it was exactly what he thought it would be, his calculus book on the kitchen floor. He went to head up stares when a familiar voice shouted out of the darkness behind the counter.

“James…jesus christ, you scared the shit out of me.” Aaron moved from behind to counter to double check and it was in fact his old friend James from high school.

James turned around, startled, before breaking out into a smile at seeing Aaron. “Shit man. What the fuck.” Pausing to catch his breath, James took in the sight of his old crush. His arms were well defined form mechanic work, skin a beautiful tan from being outdoors in Vegas year around, and fuck did the grease on his shirt and arms create a oura of manliness. Aaron had gotten hotter since James had last seen him.

Refocusing his thoughts, James came to his senses. “Can I get you a drink man? You look beat from a long day.” Reaching into the cupboard, James grabbed two glasses and a bottle of scotch. “Take a seat and I’ll be right there.”

Aaron, never being one to turn down free booze, agreed and took a seat at the awkwardly tall table and tried to get comfortable. He hadn’t seen seen James in years, a lot has changed since high school. If he was lucky, James wouldn’t get too faggy on him. Aaron didn’t have a problem with gay people, he just knew how terribly James hide his boner around him. He still had to figure out how to get back to Vegas, James lived somewhere near Seattle, Aaron couldn’t remember where exactly.

James sat down across from Aaron and poured about two shots in each glass. “How’ve you been, man? It’s been a while.”

“I’ve been doing great. Living it up in Vegas. Got a solid job, a nice place, a beautiful baby girl, and no ball and chain.” he lied before taking a solid swig of liquor. James was right, he did need a drink and for scotch it wasn’t bad. Still not his drink of choice, but not bad. Setting the glass back down, he already could feel the redness in his cheeks. The usual curse that came with alcohol, Asian glow. Setting the glass down, he planned to continue his lie. “I’m telling you man, you gotta come visit. I bet even you could get laid in Vegas.”

James, having already finished off his first glass, decided to call Aaron’s bluff. At least, he hoped it was a bluff. “You sure man, you seemed pretty down after Lauren left you. I know you talked big on Facebook, but it sounded like high school you talking.” Before Aaron could answer, James refilled the glasses and continued “we helped each other through our worst back then, I can tell when you aren’t being fully honest.”

Aaron was shocked, and not drunk enough. “Fuck, you know me too well.” He finished off his glass for a second time. James knew Aaron too well. And, James wasn’t gonna let him off easy. “You’re right,” he admitted, “The breakup was hard on me. We went our separate ways but now I’m spending half my income on flying across the country.” James refilled his glass for a third time, which Aaron quickly drank off before the cap was on the bottle. “And I haven’t gotten laid in months. Life’s been rough.”

James was happy with his small victory, though he did his best to stay modest. “How about” he offered, “we go into the living room and throw some anime on the big 4k tv…or we can watch some porn.” James said with a sly grin.

Aaron, grossed out and tipsy, roars his voice in protest. “I don’t want to watch any of that homo shit you call porn, Jim.” He was amazed that James would dare say something that bold, especially after what happened last time.

James chuckled and grabbed his chest while reassuring saying “I was thinking something with big tits and blonde hair. “