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The Subjection (Gay Male Bondage)

bydudebound©

NOTE: The following story is fiction but inspired by the "escape rooms" we see sprouting up across America. While there is no nudity or direct sexual contact (at least in this chapter!), it is homoerotic and features gay male bondage themes. Wouldn't it be amazing if there was an escape room experience like this?

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The Subjection - Chapter One (M/M )

A TUGS Escape Room Challenge

A pickup truck parks in a mostly empty lot next to a large warehouse. The air is warm and humid on this summer evening. Five young men pile out of the vehicle. They enter an office like glass door of the warehouse.

Inside they're greeted by a lifelike mannequin behind a kiosk in the middle of a sparse, concrete floored lobby. Above the kiosk a sign reads:

"Welcome to The Subjection"

Another sign with an arrow directed them to a form that read as follows:

Welcome to your TUGS Escape Room Challenge

The Subjection

Congratulations! Your online application was approved, your admissions have been paid, and you've had the courage to show up! Remember, you can back out now or at any time using the instructed safe word or signal to quit. But quitters don't win the prize money at the end, do they? Are you sure you're brave enough, strong enough, and clever enough to survive?

If you wish to continue, we will ask you once more to answer the following questions on camera after stating your name and description on camera:

1)"I have read the list of medical issues online and I am physically and mentally fit for this experience."

2)"While I will not be physically harmed, I understand that pain, discomfort, and being restrained will be involved."

3)"I understand that extreme humiliation and degradation will be involved."

After reading the forms, the boys cracked nervous jokes about what they got themselves in to but overall they were eager.

A tall figure appears, dressed in overalls and a hockey mask - like a cliché knockoff of Jason from Friday the 13th - using pantomime and cards to communicate. He holds up a large card with instructions and directs each boy to follow him one at a time.

One of the slenderer boys, with dark brown hair is picked first. He is the one who initially encouraged the rest of his friends to jump in to this eccentric challenge. He follows the tall, quiet figure down a long hallway. He's ushered in to a small changing room with the door locked behind him. A mounted TV screen turns on reflecting his own image thanks to a video camera above it. Instructions on the screen also appear, telling him to state his name, age, something about himself, and that he agrees to the experience. Nervously, the boy begins as he looks in to the camera:

"Hi, I'm Derek. I'm 21. I don't know what else to say but I'm chill, not always good following rules but I'm ready and willing. At least I think!"

Then another message on the screen tells him to remove his street clothes, keep his underwear on and put on the orange jumpsuit hanging on the wall.

Derek hesitates at first but shrugs and decides to comply. He strips out of his t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. Standing in his baby blue boxer briefs, he looks over his slim but fit 5'11" self on the screen. Then, as he reaches for the orange jumpsuit he expects to wear, the lights suddenly turn off. He's grabbed by a mysterious person and a wet rag is placed over his face. Derek puts up a fight but the deep breathes he takes from the excitement only speed up the effects of a sharp, burning chemical smell gas that makes him dizzy. He passes out! The unknown figure pulls Derek's limp body through a secret trap door at the bottom of one of the walls of the small room.

The next young man to go, thinner and smaller standing only at 5'8" but with similar tanned skin and brown hair to Derek, follows the stranger down the hallway and steps into the room. He complies with the instructions:

"I'm Mike. I'm 19. Derek's' brother. Hmmm, no super gay shit is all. I know muay thai and martial arts! Just sayin. Oh yea, I'm ready for this."

After being tricked in to stripping down to his tighty whiteys, the skinny Mike is knocked out.

Next in line is the most physically impressive of the five boys, clearly an athlete, standing at 6'2" with jet black hair and intense blue eyes. Once in the small changing room, he gets right to it:

"Tyler. I play football. 21. I like a challenge. And I like to win, and always do. Let's do this!"

Tyler isn't shy and strips down to his plaid boxers. Then he's grabbed from behind after the lights go out. Despite an impressive fight, he's no match for the toxic liquid gas emanating from the wet rag.

Only two boys left waiting, the next one to go is another athletic looking young man though of a smaller frame than Tyler:

"I'm Adam. 20, so old enough for whatever this is ha hah. Not scared. And I like football. I play offense."

When Adam strips down, the intense odor of his smelly socks and sneakers fills the small room. He takes note of this and smiles back at himself with pride. His friends can't stand the stench of his rank feet. But very quickly Adam is brought unconscious by a more ominous smell after being attacked by the stranger.

Last of the bunch was skinniest kid in the group of average height but an exceptionally handsome young man. He happily strutted down the hallway, cracking jokes at the quiet, tall figure who led him to his unknown fate. Once inside the changing room, he immediately indented the smell in the air, Adam's foot odor. "Gross!" Nick laughed to himself before continuing with the assignment and looking in to the camera / monitor:

"Nick. Pisces, I like long walks and puppies, an owning my friends in Call of Duty," he laughed. "Oh yea, I'm 21. I'm ready."

Nick stripped down to his underwear, a pair of blue stripped nylon boxer briefs. He admired himself in the camera a bit until he noticed something. He saw Adam's pair of nasty, moist ankle socks on the floor. The normally would be white gym socks were a discolored grey and yellow. Typical of Adam. He picked them up with the tips of his fingers and attempted to throw them in the wastebasket in protest. That's when the lights went out on him and he met the same fate as the others. Knocked out cold!

One by one, all of the five boys had been rendered unconscious by chloroform.

Sometime later...

The boys slowly regain consciousness.

They've each been tied down to chairs, side by side. They've been stripped down to their underwear! All five boys have black, heavy duty neoprene harnesses over the heads. The three boys in the middle - Mike, Tyler, and Adam -have gag plugs and blindfolds affixed to their harness. Nick, on one end, has a gag but no blindfold. Derek, on the opposite end, has a blindfold with no gag.

The captured five are being held in an in a mostly empty room with a flat panel TV on a wall relaying instructions. Since only Nick can see of the group, he reads the monitor:

"Use the box cutter in the corner to free yourselves. You have one hour."

Nick immediately sees the box cutter and tries to direct himself over to it. But he can't! His chair, unlike the other boys, has been bolted to the concrete floor. How cruel! But what is crueler, he starts to take note of the gag in his mouth. It stinks. The taste of the material shoved inside and plugged up with a leather bit is very familiar. He realizes someone has stuffed Adam's rank, disgusting socks in his mouth! He starts to groan and grunt through his gag.

The boys in the middle struggle and gasp in their bondage as Derek, merely blindfolded starts to ask what's going on. He can hear his friends' muzzled voices and quickly determines they've been gagged, unlike him.

Nick is trying to give signals to Derek, meanwhile, but several minutes of confusion and frustration go by as all the boys but Derek are grunting and gasping.

The poor boys struggle in their ropes, chair tied, for a good thirty minutes before Derek and Nick finally figure out the game, working as a unit. Nick will grunt once for "yes" and two for "no" when Derek asks a direct question.

"Am I supposed to do something?" Derek asks.

"Mph!" Nick grunts once.

After a series of mundane questions, Derek realizes he needs to be on the move. He knocks over his chair, and while still tied up to it, is slowly able to crawl. Using "Am I getting hotter, or colder," etc. guidance, Derek is slowly making his way to what Nick can see. That box cutter.

With not even six minutes to spare, Derek makes it to the corner. He eventually feels the box cutter at the tips of his sweaty fingers tied behind the backing of the chair. He grabs them and begins to cut the ropes. While he wastes no time, he still doesn't do it with fast speed, unaware for now that a timer display is above them on the TV screen showing only minutes left.

As Nick watches helplessly tied up in his bolted chair, Derek finally breaks free of the ropes around his wrists. He immediately removes the sweat soaked neoprene harness around his head and can now see for the first time.

Derek doesn't see the time on the screen yet, distracted by the shocking visual of his four friends bound and gagged in chairs while stripped down to their underwear. An annoyed Nick with wide eyes faced at Derek, grunts and gasps, motioning over to the monitor behind Derek. After a painful extra minute of this exercise, Derek finally looks back to see the timer! The screen reads:

"2 minutes. 48 seconds..."

"Shit!" Derek yells and gets the rest of himself untied from the chair, racing over to Adam first. He unties his wrists which allows Adam to start freeing himself. "Hurry!" Derek shouts. "We have a time limit!"

Derek moves on to Mike and Tyler with similar strategy, untying their hands.

One minute to go! Adam is now completely free of his bonds. He and Derek help Mike and Tyler get free. To Nick's maddening frustration, they seem to be ignoring him so he "mpphhhs" their way.

"Oh, sorry," Adam says racing over to Nick, starting with his hands. "Oh, damn hah," Adam can't help but chuckle when he recognizes the special gag that Nick has been enduring all this time. "My socks!"

At 30 seconds, all the boys have broken free of their bondage except poor Nick. The other four are frantically assisting him but it probably makes matters worse in the confusion.

Suddenly, an alarm goes off after the timer counted down to zero. Nick was almost free but one of his ankles were still bound with rope to a leg of the chair. And he's still gagged, mind you, with the rancid, putrid socks worn by Adam.

The TV screen now reads:

"Derek, Adam, Mike, and Tyler. Congratulations. But Nick, you've lost. And if one loses, you all lose."

The groups of sweaty boys clad only in their underwear were disappointed, exhausted. Their torment isn't over.

Suddenly the room goes dark and a strange gas is emitted. Once again, they get dizzy and lose consciousness. They've passed out. The torture is apparently just beginning.

What next is in store for this intense escape room challenge?

END OF CHAPTER ONE



The Subjection - Chapter Two

Recap: When last we left our five hapless, young heroes, they were trapped inside an escape room trying to get free. Their efforts failed and they found themselves gassed out, once again rendered into unconsciousness.

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They are in the same concrete floored, wood paneled room which remains dimly lit. It's warm and humid with a faint hint of body odor. It smells like teenage boys in peril!

Three of the young men, still clad only in their underwear, are piled asleep on top of each other. They slowly wake up. We see Derek, Mike, and Adam. Their heads are pounding from the chloroform gas that knocked them out earlier.

"This is some freaky shit, Derek" Adam laughs, rubbing his eyes, then casually reaches in to his underwear to scratch his ball sack. "At least no one's gone after our nuts!"

"You love it, I said it was intense," Derek lauds back.

Though they aren't restrained, the three boys notice they have leather restraint cuffs attached to their wrists and ankles.

"This is so gay," Mike yaps looking the leather cuffs which have been secured shut with locks so they can't be removed.

"Where's Tyler and Nick?" Derek asks.

"Mmpphhh!" a mad plea for assistance calls out. It's Nick. He has been bolted spread eagle against a wall opposite them. His mouth is still gagged, just as before. Being forced, spread out like a big letter X isn't the worst of sights for Derek to observe. He's always had a secret crush on Nick. He admires the beads of perspiration running from Nick's puffs of armpit hair, down his sides and soaking in to his blue nylon boxer briefs as he squirms.

"Guess our hosts know Nick talks too much," Adam laughs as the three boys head over to Nick's aid, who gasps and grunts.

They can't get his gag off which is very effectively attached to his face with a two-digit combination lock on the front. They can't help but notice a hint of dirty, white ankle socks peeking out the sides of the muzzle gag. Adam relishes in the familiar smell of his stinky, well used socks in Nick's mouth.

They also fiddle with Nick's wrist and ankle restraints. They're pad locked, however, and impossible to remove from the sizeable bolts in the wall. Adam also takes delight in Nick's feeble state and has a little homoerotic bro to bro fun. He pulls open the waistband of Nick's tight briefs from his crotch and mocks his buddies dick size. "Phhfffuucker!" Nick grunts. Derek can't help but lean in and take a peak himself. There's definitely nothing to mock in his opinion.

"Hey, where's Tyler??" Mike asks.

Suddenly, the TV screen on the wall turns on and more instructions are written on the display:

"Welcome to Round 2. Remember! If you stay in the game and survive, you get cold hard cash..."

"Take a peek..."

The monitor now shows an image of another room. They see their friend Tyler in that room. He's tied town with straps to a padded table in the middle of it. The tall, well-built football jock looks pretty embarrassed realizing a camera is on him. He's been silenced with a red ball gag to add to the humiliation. Some type of wires with white rubber pads on the end are attached to all parts of his half-nude sweaty body.

The written instructions continue:

"Your teammate needs you. In 30 minutes, our electrode machine turns on and ZAP! Powerless Tyler probably won't last. They all tap out!"

"Fuck!" Adam exclaims. "The struggle is real, ha ha."

"Is all this gay BDSM bullshit legal?" Mike wonders.

"We can always use the safe word or signal," Derek reassures.

"Hell no! We're winning!" Adam brags. "ISN'T THAT RIGHT TYLER!" he shouts at the top of his lungs.

They notice Tyler on the monitor nodding his head! "He's close by!" Mike beams. "YOU'RE TOUGH BRO!!"

Poor Nick, gasps and nods his head too, wanting his own acknowledgement, which makes the other boys laugh. Adam ruffles Nick's shaggy, dusty blonde hair. "Hey, at least you got my funky gym socks to suck on, pretty boy."

The instructions continue while continuing to show their helpless friend on camera:

"You could hold the key to Tyler's survival. Free him and you all advance to another round."

The boys immediately start to look around and list off ideas and thoughts.

The instructions, though, are not quite done and provide a puzzling rhyme:

"Here are your hints for keys to success:

•"Believe in lady luck? Letter help you but thrice is the price."

•"Butt a buck or two can spread better luck."

The sweaty, half naked boys stand around Nick trying to get his gag off. Soon they realize it is of no use without the combination.

A final message on the television reads:

"Last, dear boys. Don't pity Tyler's lonely displacement. He'll be watching your futile attempts from a monitor above for his amusement."

The live feed of Tyler remains on the screen but now the ominous large font with the countdown begins:

"29:59..."

"Creative bitches," Adam snickers. "Ok, let's search!"

"Yea and remember. These games love numbers and keys! We a clue to get this off him," Derek provides tapping on large dual combo dial locking Nick's gag.

They fan out around the sparse room and quickly determine there's nothing to be found.

To Nick's annoyance, the boys start searching his actual body. Their sweaty hands and fingers are poking and prodding around his defenseless figure. From top to bottom, they inspect his sweaty thick hair, his earlobes, his smelly armpits. The look at his feet and spread his toes. Adam even yanks down poor Nick's underwear, exposing his handsome jewels. Derek can't resist but search a little more thoroughly here, helping Adam inspect around and inside Nick's pubic hair. They do not find a clue but Derek finds a nice warm, sweaty nutsack to grope. Nick whimpers with his disapproval.

Meanwhile, Tyler helplessly watches the guys on the monitor looking like keystone cops. No strategy. Wasting time. Not thinking. And Tyler, taking in what he sees on the monitor is certain he's figured it out. The first clue. He's powerless to help his buddies help him, though.

Before they knew it, they had less than nine minutes on the countdown timer:

"8:24..."

"I think the clue says we have three guesses, let's just make one guess," Derek suggests.

The others shrug and put in a combination on the locker. They pick '21' randomly. Of course, it doesn't work. "

Like his comrade in bondage in the other room, Nick has also figured out the first clue by observing the monitor from his end. And like Tyler, his knowledge is completely useless and he can only sit back in his restraints and watch the ticking clock.

Derek once again explores other parts of the room. He finally turns back to ask a question when he observes what Nick and Tyler have been observing the whole time.

"Guys? Maybe THEY are the clue. What do they look like?" Derek suggests.

"Couple of fags?" Adam cracks.

"Good one!" Mike chuckles.

"Seriously!" Derek lights up. "A 'buck or two can spread better luck.' Bucks are male. Dudes spread out like them!" pointing to Nick and Tyler's spread eagle predicament. "And 'letter' was in the clue. They look like..."

"Genius dude! Letter X! But wait it's a number combo so we have to connect that." Mike thinks out loud.

"Dudes! And X is hmm," Adam 'thinks' out loud. "There's 24 letters. Its, ahhh X, Y, Z... 22nd in the alphabet! It's 22!!"

The boys don't hesitate and key in 22 on the combination lock over Nick's gag.

Nick shakes his head angrily though. "Mmmnnnn nnnn!"

"You ding bat," Derek says to Adam, immediately realizing the error. "There's 26 letters in the alphabet. So it's this one!"

Nick nervously leers his eyes down watching Derek's sweaty finger tips move the dials of the pad lock. Is he going to do the math right?

The clock countdown is now:

"3:14..."

"Presto!" Derek says with pride. There's a pregnant pause. Nothing happens. The lock doesn't free the gag. Nick sighs in silence. What?

"Not cool. Not cool," Mike says looking up at monitor and shouting "Stay together bud! We're still coming!"

Tyler can be seen on the monitor flush with sweat, looking nervous, stiffened up as in ready to embrace the pain should it come to that. He doesn't want to quit so he'll do all he can to not tap out.

"No no, that's it!" Derek insists. "24!" He re-adjusts the two digit dials just slightly and CLICK! it comes apart. The thick, leather muzzle gag falls away from Nick's face! It worked!

Nick spits out the saliva socked socks that belonged to Adam. "Ahhhh!!" he gasps with pleasure. "Your rank ass feet are going stay in my mouth for a year!" he yaps at Adam.

The timer countdown on the monitor now reads:

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