Close to the Edge: A BDSM Story ♥
Monday evening, the night had begun to fall down upon the land, dusk looming like fog in the distance, scattered rays of a bleeding sun scrape across the darkening sky like a fan of knives. Krissy did that night what he does every night: Boot up the computer and log into video games. A few matches of Town of Salem, seeking to lie and deceive the other players in order to lynch his target, or slaughter the Town members, or eradicate the Mafia and Serial Killers in the game. Wit and strategic planning, which never existed: Everyone was bloodthirsty.
Yet through all of the cheerful dispositions, all of the laughs provided in communities online, all the smirks and humour made at work, Krissy was never satisfied enough. He was lonely, afraid of going out to meet someone, forever stuck in a vicious cycle of desiring something he lacks the strength to find for himself.
Deciding to play some Republic side characters on Star Wars: The Old Republic, coveting the Legendary status for his Account, he enlists his Jedi Knight, the reasoning as to why? The Jedi Knight male voice actor is David Hayter, Solid Snake in the Metal Gear Solid franchise, his one of two all-time favourite Game series.
A turn is taken, one that will unlock a myriad of exotic adventures and exciting opportunities in the coming future.
He meets a cute, bubbly person rather like himself on there, another Jedi Knight, Zabrak. Krissy's own Jedi was a Cathar, with sultry black fur and white streaks cascading down his face, looking fierce and fit for battle. The two got along swimmingly, even shared some roleplay to experience a virtual friendship ingame as well as develop one out of character.
Krissy, with his short, fuzzy brown hair, tall frame of 6'6", heavy handed by nature and socially inept, felt content with this new friend, whom he discovered as one 'Shane', another brunette boy, fair skin, blue eyes as deep as the ocean's gleam. Their friendship took to Skype calls, voice and webcam setups wherein they famously played games together and chatted about a great many subjects. some benign and pointlessly cherished, yet others... Quite different. "You can't honestly say that Metal Gear Solid 2's plot is better than 1, you just can't!" Said Krissy, passionately protesting though with a playful disposition his counter against Shane.
"I can and here's why: It didn't revolve around Solid Snake like the rest of the games do, Snake this, Snake that. I get a little bored sometimes of that."
"Metal. Gear. SOLID. It's in the title! Besides, Snake is awesome. Raiden is annoying."
"Somewhat."
"Somewhat indeed."
The two boys smirked and nodded in agreement, as their 'argument' if it could be called such, would never have amounted to anything serious... Unlike the following question. "So... Krissy, do you want to uh... I don't know, meet up one day, like in real life?"
A silence followed. Could he be serious? They both lived in the United Kingdom, in rather close proximity, it would be perhaps a thirty minute walk from one house to the other. His heart was beating increasingly, countless thoughts rushing into Krissy's head, countless fears of the unknown.
What does he mean? Does he like me? Do I like him? What if he'd be disappointed with me? God, I'm going to mess this up so much...!
Yet the words escaped Krissy, as he agreed.
Thirty-five minutes later, Krissy arrives to the home of his friend Shane, furiously shy and nervous to even approach the boy's humble home. Yet he does so nonetheless, quietly with a sheepish mewl, knock on the door thrice. Silence ensues. Is this a cruel prank, to lure him into a YouTube spoof to forever be ridiculed? No, that would be preposterous, yet the fears clung to him like poison in the veins as he awaited an answer. Finally it came, erasing most doubts from the emotional boy's core. Shane smiled, his soft pink lips a welcoming sight to the bisexual young boy, who had kept his secret to himself: Even his own family had no awareness of the urges.
"Hey! Good to meet you in person Krissy!"
"Aheh... Yeah. Uh, good to meet you too Shane... It's a bit quiet, isn't it?"
God. What the Hell was I thinking?
Shane shrugged lightly yet he retained that pleasant, almost warming smile that seemed to soothe and calm frightened Krissy, his very voice a melody of kindred music that invigorates the soul with eagerness. Krissy smiled as Shane spoke so freely. "Yeah, parents cleared off, it's just me in the house for about a week. It's pretty great, can blast out the soundtracks to the max."
"I bet. Sounds fun, I rarely get that, mother and step-dad are always in."
"Sucks to be you then, come in, long walk?"
"Thanks. Not so long actually, used to do that for work."
"Oh really? Where'd you work?"
"Can't say. Classified data inputting."
"Oooh~ Mysterious."
"It wasn't very glamorous, but hell of a good job. Easy too."
They smiled and proceeded to the living quarters, a soft and plush couch of oak brown leather sprawled across a beige carpet, old fireplace that no longer ignites a flame in the house, so many homes sport a fireplace yet so few wield them in the Modern world. A pity, the crackles of a warm ember were a beautiful scene to behold, the way the flickering sparks would dance so sensually above the flames. "Gorgeous living room." Krissy pointed out, to which Shane smiled in appreciation. "Thanks Krissy. My favourite spot in the house here, my ex and I would sometimes play games on the laptop together here with Netflix on. He loved watching Breaking Bad. Was never my scene really."
"Never watched Breaking Bad my- Wait. Did you say he? You're gay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well..."
Krissy then blushed, he had no idea Shane was gay! Yet it somehow makes sense, as if their sexuality had forged a bond between them. Still blushing and shyly looking around at anything other than Shane, Krissy nervously continues his words, unable to conjure enough strength to finish his sentence correctly. "I uhm... I, I'm gay too... At least... I'm Bi. Uh..."
"Heh. I already figured that out."
"You... Wait, what, how...?"
"You kinda sound a little gay sometimes. Was just a feeling."
"Jesus..."
Krissy exhaled, somehow relieved that it was a casual, fleeting revelation to regale Shane with, instead of an awkward reveal to a straight friend. Instead, Shane sat down, inviting Krissy to sit with him, to which Krissy certainly complied.
"You're really cute you know. The way you act, like a little pet."
"Oh... Uhm."
"You had many boyfriends, Krissy?"
"Oh God... Erhm... None, really. I had a fling in the past but..."
"But~?"
"... It didn't lead to anything. Just... Trying it out. ...Why?"
Shane smirked, raising a hand to tenderly cup Krissy's right cheek, which was scorching warm and more crimson than a plump apple, straight from the tree. He stuttered a breath, wordless, as Shane leant in to kiss his lips. A race had begun in his chest, the sight of Shane's soft, succulent pink lips were a beautiful sight yet an unexpected one! Krissy had no choice, perhaps he wanted no choice as his lips connected to Shane's. A moment passes before Shane recoils, grinning deviously at Krissy.
"Do you want to play a game?"
Krissy could not speak, mesmerized, frozen in both delight and panic, blushing hard. Shane only smirked again as he nodded to Krissy, relishing the innocent boy's attitude. "Good. Wait right here for me. I'll be back." With that, Shane departed upstairs, leaving Krissy to be alone with his thoughts. Not that any of them were coherent. What was going on? Was this real? Are they about to... Do the deed, to one another? Poor Krissy was inexperienced in this regard, unlike his Browser History which saw its fair share of exotic situations, perplexing to the untrained mind. Yet Krissy was not untrained, his desires exceed the norm and delve into the strange and wonderful. A part of him was truly terrified, yet much of him was also... Excited. He could feel it in his chest, in his gut, in his entire body: Every fibre aching for Krissy to see where this 'friendship' could lead. Irony strikes.
Krissy found his vision suddenly blackened as a squeaky, latex mask enshrouds his head, covering him from above the nostrils, leaving his mouth exposed. "Ah! What...!" He exclaims, before Shane's voice is heard, purring as he speaks to Krissy in a far more sensual and demanding tone, the curl of his vowels and the smooth texture to his language beckon attention and obedience. "Shh... It's time to play, Krissy. I can't have you cheating now, so, open up." He says, smearing a red, thick rubber ball-gag across Krissy's mouth. He exhales, gasping as he opens his mouth for the gag to be tied to him, fiercely, clenching around his neck and keeping his lips suspended around the rubber delight. Now silenced, Shane folds the latex cowl over his head completely, covering Krissy entirely except for his nostrils, so that the young boy could breathe without difficulty. "You're far too... Covered." Shane growls out, kneeling before Krissy to begin removing his clothes, seductively stroking his body, fingertips gently scratching at the boy's skin, gnawing on the flesh so tastefully as the clothes are swiftly taken off. Hard breaths and excitable growls beneath the latex cowl and the gag can be heard from the eager pet.
Exposed to the elements, Krissy's body writhed in blissful joy, delving into a wonderland of eroticism, the leading star in a display of voyeurism for the mysteriously sensual Shane, whom leaves the latex-clad boy alone once more, in order to procure a black lace arm-binder, triangular in shape, lathered in buckles and straps to tighten the arms together as closely as possible. He knew what awaited him, Krissy knew what was to transpire the moment his large, sensitive hands felt the smooth texture of treated leather. He blushed beneath the mask, behind the gag a grin may be present, his body relishing everything that comes his way, evident in the young adult's manhood, that rapidly grew to stand proud as a spire of arousal.
"Mmm, you sure do enjoy this don't you~?" Shane purred, to which the pet Krissy simply nodded with a muffled moan, unable to contain his enjoyment with the scene unfolding around him. His mind nor his body made no objections, palpable pleasure and the act had not even truly begun yet, but that was soon to change as Shane pressed his lips onto the chest of his new plaything, giggling quietly as his kisses went slowly down Krissy's body, teasingly haunting the boy with every wet patch into the skin, before his succulent tongue slithered between his lips, licking at the fleshy head of Krissy's intimates with a tender touch, the very tip of the tongue serving as a tantalizing reminder of what may yet come for the lucky boy.
Krissy's back arched with lust, his entire body caving in to the pleasure, longing for that sweet, delicious release that Shane would soon bestow upon him. His inner Demons demanded their feast for this night was one to never forget, a lingering memory of satisfaction and arousal that would stand the test of time and define his sexual orientation for good. Yet, just as the tongue had begun to increase, just as his fleshy scepter was twitching and convulsing for the release... All had ceased. Shane chuckled and simply... Walked away, leaving Krissy bound and aroused, uncontrollably swaying and writhing in denied pleasure, muffled moans serenading the lonely room only to be responded with silence.
Despite it all, Krissy loved every single moment, even now when left bound and restrained, he was in bliss: The sensation of the latex cowl over his face, clasping around his form like an erotic layer of skin was enough to turn his intimates into a tempered sword, to be denied the senses of sight and sound, relying on his new sexual partner to know what is best to give him, or not to give him... What felt like an eternity of waiting, Shane returned, giggling with another person, obviously a boy. Krissy gulped in his throat, yet his scepter had gotten the better of him, to be seen in such a naughty position definitely enticed him to show his excitement physically, and his new spectator noticed it immediately. "Ooh~ Look at how hard he is, he really loves it~!"
"Mhm... This is going to be super fun, thank you Shane!"
"Not a problem. Krissy, this is Ashley, a cute friend of mine. Ashley, this is Krissy, my newest boy-toy."
All Krissy could feel was a surge of shyness, he did not know this new person, yet he watches on as the helpless boy is bound in latex, arms tied together so sensually, gagged and drooling beneath the glistening cowl that squeaks sweetly with every rearing of the head. Shane knelt down and giggled anew into Krissy's shrouded ears, as the next question sent another tantalizing surge of pleasure and sexual excitement into the boy, as well as a warm tongue finding its way onto the tip of his tender sword. "...Ready for round two~?" Krissy's only response was an eager moan, hindered by the ball-gag and further by the latex veil over his head, yet it did not stop him from showing his excitement, as his sword grew and pointed to the heavens swiftly, his back arched and his sweaty body writhed in joy.
"Mmmfph...~!"
Just thought I'd write a BDSM story. Mostly because this kind of scenario has been prevalent in my mind recently. Enjoy!
Yet through all of the cheerful dispositions, all of the laughs provided in communities online, all the smirks and humour made at work, Krissy was never satisfied enough. He was lonely, afraid of going out to meet someone, forever stuck in a vicious cycle of desiring something he lacks the strength to find for himself.
Deciding to play some Republic side characters on Star Wars: The Old Republic, coveting the Legendary status for his Account, he enlists his Jedi Knight, the reasoning as to why? The Jedi Knight male voice actor is David Hayter, Solid Snake in the Metal Gear Solid franchise, his one of two all-time favourite Game series.
A turn is taken, one that will unlock a myriad of exotic adventures and exciting opportunities in the coming future.
He meets a cute, bubbly person rather like himself on there, another Jedi Knight, Zabrak. Krissy's own Jedi was a Cathar, with sultry black fur and white streaks cascading down his face, looking fierce and fit for battle. The two got along swimmingly, even shared some roleplay to experience a virtual friendship ingame as well as develop one out of character.
Krissy, with his short, fuzzy brown hair, tall frame of 6'6", heavy handed by nature and socially inept, felt content with this new friend, whom he discovered as one 'Shane', another brunette boy, fair skin, blue eyes as deep as the ocean's gleam. Their friendship took to Skype calls, voice and webcam setups wherein they famously played games together and chatted about a great many subjects. some benign and pointlessly cherished, yet others... Quite different. "You can't honestly say that Metal Gear Solid 2's plot is better than 1, you just can't!" Said Krissy, passionately protesting though with a playful disposition his counter against Shane.
"I can and here's why: It didn't revolve around Solid Snake like the rest of the games do, Snake this, Snake that. I get a little bored sometimes of that."
"Metal. Gear. SOLID. It's in the title! Besides, Snake is awesome. Raiden is annoying."
"Somewhat."
"Somewhat indeed."
The two boys smirked and nodded in agreement, as their 'argument' if it could be called such, would never have amounted to anything serious... Unlike the following question. "So... Krissy, do you want to uh... I don't know, meet up one day, like in real life?"
A silence followed. Could he be serious? They both lived in the United Kingdom, in rather close proximity, it would be perhaps a thirty minute walk from one house to the other. His heart was beating increasingly, countless thoughts rushing into Krissy's head, countless fears of the unknown.
What does he mean? Does he like me? Do I like him? What if he'd be disappointed with me? God, I'm going to mess this up so much...!
Yet the words escaped Krissy, as he agreed.
Thirty-five minutes later, Krissy arrives to the home of his friend Shane, furiously shy and nervous to even approach the boy's humble home. Yet he does so nonetheless, quietly with a sheepish mewl, knock on the door thrice. Silence ensues. Is this a cruel prank, to lure him into a YouTube spoof to forever be ridiculed? No, that would be preposterous, yet the fears clung to him like poison in the veins as he awaited an answer. Finally it came, erasing most doubts from the emotional boy's core. Shane smiled, his soft pink lips a welcoming sight to the bisexual young boy, who had kept his secret to himself: Even his own family had no awareness of the urges.
"Hey! Good to meet you in person Krissy!"
"Aheh... Yeah. Uh, good to meet you too Shane... It's a bit quiet, isn't it?"
God. What the Hell was I thinking?
Shane shrugged lightly yet he retained that pleasant, almost warming smile that seemed to soothe and calm frightened Krissy, his very voice a melody of kindred music that invigorates the soul with eagerness. Krissy smiled as Shane spoke so freely. "Yeah, parents cleared off, it's just me in the house for about a week. It's pretty great, can blast out the soundtracks to the max."
"I bet. Sounds fun, I rarely get that, mother and step-dad are always in."
"Sucks to be you then, come in, long walk?"
"Thanks. Not so long actually, used to do that for work."
"Oh really? Where'd you work?"
"Can't say. Classified data inputting."
"Oooh~ Mysterious."
"It wasn't very glamorous, but hell of a good job. Easy too."
They smiled and proceeded to the living quarters, a soft and plush couch of oak brown leather sprawled across a beige carpet, old fireplace that no longer ignites a flame in the house, so many homes sport a fireplace yet so few wield them in the Modern world. A pity, the crackles of a warm ember were a beautiful scene to behold, the way the flickering sparks would dance so sensually above the flames. "Gorgeous living room." Krissy pointed out, to which Shane smiled in appreciation. "Thanks Krissy. My favourite spot in the house here, my ex and I would sometimes play games on the laptop together here with Netflix on. He loved watching Breaking Bad. Was never my scene really."
"Never watched Breaking Bad my- Wait. Did you say he? You're gay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well..."
Krissy then blushed, he had no idea Shane was gay! Yet it somehow makes sense, as if their sexuality had forged a bond between them. Still blushing and shyly looking around at anything other than Shane, Krissy nervously continues his words, unable to conjure enough strength to finish his sentence correctly. "I uhm... I, I'm gay too... At least... I'm Bi. Uh..."
"Heh. I already figured that out."
"You... Wait, what, how...?"
"You kinda sound a little gay sometimes. Was just a feeling."
"Jesus..."
Krissy exhaled, somehow relieved that it was a casual, fleeting revelation to regale Shane with, instead of an awkward reveal to a straight friend. Instead, Shane sat down, inviting Krissy to sit with him, to which Krissy certainly complied.
"You're really cute you know. The way you act, like a little pet."
"Oh... Uhm."
"You had many boyfriends, Krissy?"
"Oh God... Erhm... None, really. I had a fling in the past but..."
"But~?"
"... It didn't lead to anything. Just... Trying it out. ...Why?"
Shane smirked, raising a hand to tenderly cup Krissy's right cheek, which was scorching warm and more crimson than a plump apple, straight from the tree. He stuttered a breath, wordless, as Shane leant in to kiss his lips. A race had begun in his chest, the sight of Shane's soft, succulent pink lips were a beautiful sight yet an unexpected one! Krissy had no choice, perhaps he wanted no choice as his lips connected to Shane's. A moment passes before Shane recoils, grinning deviously at Krissy.
"Do you want to play a game?"
Krissy could not speak, mesmerized, frozen in both delight and panic, blushing hard. Shane only smirked again as he nodded to Krissy, relishing the innocent boy's attitude. "Good. Wait right here for me. I'll be back." With that, Shane departed upstairs, leaving Krissy to be alone with his thoughts. Not that any of them were coherent. What was going on? Was this real? Are they about to... Do the deed, to one another? Poor Krissy was inexperienced in this regard, unlike his Browser History which saw its fair share of exotic situations, perplexing to the untrained mind. Yet Krissy was not untrained, his desires exceed the norm and delve into the strange and wonderful. A part of him was truly terrified, yet much of him was also... Excited. He could feel it in his chest, in his gut, in his entire body: Every fibre aching for Krissy to see where this 'friendship' could lead. Irony strikes.
Krissy found his vision suddenly blackened as a squeaky, latex mask enshrouds his head, covering him from above the nostrils, leaving his mouth exposed. "Ah! What...!" He exclaims, before Shane's voice is heard, purring as he speaks to Krissy in a far more sensual and demanding tone, the curl of his vowels and the smooth texture to his language beckon attention and obedience. "Shh... It's time to play, Krissy. I can't have you cheating now, so, open up." He says, smearing a red, thick rubber ball-gag across Krissy's mouth. He exhales, gasping as he opens his mouth for the gag to be tied to him, fiercely, clenching around his neck and keeping his lips suspended around the rubber delight. Now silenced, Shane folds the latex cowl over his head completely, covering Krissy entirely except for his nostrils, so that the young boy could breathe without difficulty. "You're far too... Covered." Shane growls out, kneeling before Krissy to begin removing his clothes, seductively stroking his body, fingertips gently scratching at the boy's skin, gnawing on the flesh so tastefully as the clothes are swiftly taken off. Hard breaths and excitable growls beneath the latex cowl and the gag can be heard from the eager pet.
Exposed to the elements, Krissy's body writhed in blissful joy, delving into a wonderland of eroticism, the leading star in a display of voyeurism for the mysteriously sensual Shane, whom leaves the latex-clad boy alone once more, in order to procure a black lace arm-binder, triangular in shape, lathered in buckles and straps to tighten the arms together as closely as possible. He knew what awaited him, Krissy knew what was to transpire the moment his large, sensitive hands felt the smooth texture of treated leather. He blushed beneath the mask, behind the gag a grin may be present, his body relishing everything that comes his way, evident in the young adult's manhood, that rapidly grew to stand proud as a spire of arousal.
"Mmm, you sure do enjoy this don't you~?" Shane purred, to which the pet Krissy simply nodded with a muffled moan, unable to contain his enjoyment with the scene unfolding around him. His mind nor his body made no objections, palpable pleasure and the act had not even truly begun yet, but that was soon to change as Shane pressed his lips onto the chest of his new plaything, giggling quietly as his kisses went slowly down Krissy's body, teasingly haunting the boy with every wet patch into the skin, before his succulent tongue slithered between his lips, licking at the fleshy head of Krissy's intimates with a tender touch, the very tip of the tongue serving as a tantalizing reminder of what may yet come for the lucky boy.
Krissy's back arched with lust, his entire body caving in to the pleasure, longing for that sweet, delicious release that Shane would soon bestow upon him. His inner Demons demanded their feast for this night was one to never forget, a lingering memory of satisfaction and arousal that would stand the test of time and define his sexual orientation for good. Yet, just as the tongue had begun to increase, just as his fleshy scepter was twitching and convulsing for the release... All had ceased. Shane chuckled and simply... Walked away, leaving Krissy bound and aroused, uncontrollably swaying and writhing in denied pleasure, muffled moans serenading the lonely room only to be responded with silence.
Despite it all, Krissy loved every single moment, even now when left bound and restrained, he was in bliss: The sensation of the latex cowl over his face, clasping around his form like an erotic layer of skin was enough to turn his intimates into a tempered sword, to be denied the senses of sight and sound, relying on his new sexual partner to know what is best to give him, or not to give him... What felt like an eternity of waiting, Shane returned, giggling with another person, obviously a boy. Krissy gulped in his throat, yet his scepter had gotten the better of him, to be seen in such a naughty position definitely enticed him to show his excitement physically, and his new spectator noticed it immediately. "Ooh~ Look at how hard he is, he really loves it~!"
"Mhm... This is going to be super fun, thank you Shane!"
"Not a problem. Krissy, this is Ashley, a cute friend of mine. Ashley, this is Krissy, my newest boy-toy."
All Krissy could feel was a surge of shyness, he did not know this new person, yet he watches on as the helpless boy is bound in latex, arms tied together so sensually, gagged and drooling beneath the glistening cowl that squeaks sweetly with every rearing of the head. Shane knelt down and giggled anew into Krissy's shrouded ears, as the next question sent another tantalizing surge of pleasure and sexual excitement into the boy, as well as a warm tongue finding its way onto the tip of his tender sword. "...Ready for round two~?" Krissy's only response was an eager moan, hindered by the ball-gag and further by the latex veil over his head, yet it did not stop him from showing his excitement, as his sword grew and pointed to the heavens swiftly, his back arched and his sweaty body writhed in joy.
"Mmmfph...~!"
Just thought I'd write a BDSM story. Mostly because this kind of scenario has been prevalent in my mind recently. Enjoy!
