Binding fate
“How is it going, Jake?” the bartender asked as he dropped a glass of beer in front of him. Pouring over the side of the glass the foam looked like soap. A loud clash of billiard balls clashed and scattered across the pool table.
“Been better man, tough week.” Jake replied. He took a deep breath as the smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol filled the room.
“That sucks, first drink is on the house.” Smiled the bartender as he cleaned a glass.
“Thanks, appreciate it.” Jake took a sip from his glass slowly slurping the foam careful not to spill.
“Holy shit! As I live and breathe! Jake is that you, man?” A loud deep voice called from behind him.
Jake slowly turned around and saw his old choom and battle buddy, Ruben.
“Jesus, look at what the cat dragged in you piece of shit!” Jake’s face lit up with glee.
“It’s been a few years since I last saw you, how’ve you been fuckface?” Jake asked, as the men clasped hands and pulled each other in for a hug.
“Yeah, I’m doing alright, shitface.” Ruben laughed.
“Hey, let me get another round and one for this faggot.” Jake pointed at Ruben smiling like a kid in a candy store. “Woah you gotta pace yourself there Private, last time I remember you didn’t handle your liquor so well.” Ruben retorted, slapping his back and squeezing his shoulder.
“Damn dude, it’s been too long. What brings you into town?” Jake asked taking another drink while he listened. “Just came back from deployment and I’m going to be permanently stationed here at the fort. Been getting myself back into it and readjusting to civilian life again.” The bartender brought them both beers and settled them down in front of them.
“So, you’re still in service, damn must be nice.” Jake smirked.
“How about you? You still in?” Ruben asked.
“No, I was discharged a few months ago and been working here as private security for a company.” Jake replied with a head hanging low. “Oh sweet, the private sector, sounds like you’ve been busy then. I remember that this use to be our old hang out spot, so I thought I’d visit before heading home for the night.” Ruben chugged his drink down.
“Well shit son, I’m glad that you did. Got any plans?”
“Nope, I am free all night.” Ruben smiled. “Perf, lets catch up then!” Both Jake and Ruben started pounding back drinks like they did after a tour. Reminiscing about the old times, boot camp, and their lives during active duty. “So, you got anyone special?” Ruben asked. “Nah, the only people that I got are me, myself and I.” Jake chuckled. “How about you?” asked Jake. “Actually, just broke up with my girl a while back.” Replied Ruben. “Yeah, things just weren’t going well while I was on tour and I found out that she was cheating on me so decided to call it quits.” Jake looked surprised. “Damn, sorry man that really sucks. But hey, look at the Brightside now you’re an eligible bachelor and you know what they say there’s plenty of fish in the sea!” Jake joked. “Ha, yeah bet you’re right. Be right back I gotta take a leak.”
As Ruben stood, he adjusted his pants and walked away. Over his shoulder Jake drunkenly peered over at Ruben walking away looking up and down. Ruben was about 5’10 with thick black hair a 5 o’clock shadow and muscular features from his service in the Army. Jake was 6’2 and had always towered over him something that he usually lorded over him when they were together. Jake had light brown curly hair that never really did what he wanted. Even now as he was out of service his body was ripped but a little pouch started showing on his stomach from lacking in his workout routine. One of the things that Jake loved about Ruben was his cool attitude about life and how he kinda sounded like Mark Wahlberg.
“Another round for you guys?” The bartender asked Jake.
“No, go head and close the tab.” Replied Jake. The Bartender closed the tab and returned his card.
“Thanks man.” Looking back at the bathroom Ruben appeared coming back. Quickly Jake turned around and killed the rest of his drink. “You ready for another round?” asked Ruben. “Nah, how about we head back to my place and keep going this going?” asked Jake. “Nope, how about we go to my place and keep this party going.” Jake smiled and replied. “Hell yeah dude, lets fucking do it.”
A few miles away from the bar the two pull up on a large apartment complex. Tipping the cab, Jake turned around and saw that Ruben had already made his way to the front door.
“Wait for me!” Hollered Jake. Ruben stood at the front holding the door open to the lobby. The air was damp and chilly from the evening rain as spring was in full swing.
“Alright, shoes off and make yourself at home.” Ruben said, removing his boots. “Turn on the T.V. and find something good to watch. I’ll grab us some beers.” Jake was distracted by the smell that was coming off of his boots. The warm musky stench bought back nostalgia from their boot camp days. He took his shoes off and jacket headed to the living room. Flipping through the channels and falling into the couch. The Apartment was much larger as he looked around.
“Oh shit, go back looks like they have a horror movie going on.” Ruben walked into the room with two beers in hand. Jake looked at him and felt a weird feeling in his stomach. His mustache was thick surrounding his 5 o’clock shadow making him look like 80’s porn star. With his dark green t-shirt hugging his body muscles bulging. Jake took a swig of his drink to distract his mind.
“The last time that I saw this movie was before I left for basic.” Ruben smirked. “It’s a classic horror movie so no matter how many times you watch it you never get tired of watching it.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean I love Scream.” Jake agreed. “You remember all the stuff they made us do in bootcamp?” Ruben asked. “Fuck, how could I forget?” Jake almost choked on his drink. “Basic sucked but we did have some good times while we got rocked.” Jake laughed. “Most of what I remember was after basic in AIT.” “Ha, yeah those were some good times. Remember “Save the pig?”” Ruben asked. “Holy shit, yeah man that was fucked.” Jake chuckled. “My favorite was when we tied up the new boots and got in trouble with the drill sarg.” Both of them laughed. “You still know how to use rope?” Jake asked. “Hellz yeah, man. Gotta keep sharp.” Ruben replied. “I have a whole spool of paracord that I use from time to time.” “Damn, I miss it.” Said Jake. “Really? Honestly, I am surprised that you left I thought that you would have stayed longer.” “Yeah, if you don’t mind, I don’t want to talk about it.” Replied Jake. “Oh, yeah, no worries. Sorry. If you want, let me show you what I can do.” Ruben asked. “Sure.” Jake replied drunkenly. Ruben jumped up and went to the back bring a large spool of paracord setting it down on the ground. “Alright, here kneel in front of the couch.” Ruben snapped. Without thinking Jake went to the front of the couch facing the T.V., finishing his drink. “Alright arms up solider.” Ruben ordered. Double looping the paracord he wrapped it around Jake’s chest hugging his pecs. “Damn bro, I can tell that you still workout. Didn’t call you Iron Bull for nothing, huh.” Said Ruben. Jake laughed deeply while Ruben continued tying him. “That and my cock is why they call me Iron Bull.” Jake responded. Lifting his arms up flexing his massive biceps like a body builder. “Calm down Bull and bring your arms down.” Ruben ordered with a smile. Jake felt Ruben tying his wrists and biceps. He didn’t know if it was the drinking or in his mind, but Ruben was moving fast. Faster than he could process. “Damn, that’s a little tight dude.” said Jake. “Shut up, Bull.” Ruben shoved Jake pushing him to the floor with a loud thud. “OOOAAFF. UUUGGG.” Jake was unprepared for the fall as the air from his lungs was knocked out of him. Ruben took advantage of the moment, tying his feet together then his knees. “Shit dude, stop. What the fuck are you doing?” Jake said as he struggled and squirmed on the floor trying to break free. “I told you Bull, shut the fuck up.” Ruben got up and flipped him over on his back looking over Jake’s massive body tied and almost busting out of the rope with his muscles. “You were always such a dope in basic glad that hasn’t changed.” Ruben smirked as he sat back down drinking his beer. He lifted his legs and rested his feet on Jakes chest. “Get the fuck off me and let me go, dude.” Jake raised his voice struggling to break free. “Not sure if you remember, but this is type IV paracord and I made sure to double thread it so you’re not going anywhere soon.” “Fuck.” Ruben whispered under his breath as he watched him. “Come on, try and break free. IRON BULL.” Ruben teased him. “Come on dude, let me go.” Ruben stood up and sat on top of Jakes chest with his bulge just inches away from Jakes face. “So, you’re going to answer some questions for me first before I let you go.” Ruben demanded. “So, why were you discharged?” “Fuck you, man.” Jake answered. “Ah ah, don’t be like that bull. You may be stronger than me but right now you’re not in any position to give orders.”
*sigh*
Jake looked up at to avoid eye contact. “I was drinking pretty heavily, and they ended up giving me the option to either request to be honorably discharged or be dishonorably discharged.” Jake blushed from the humiliation of having to expose a deep shame. Ruben was quiet for a few moments as he savored the expression on his face.
“Yeah, I already knew that.” Ruben replied as he looked down at Jake with his arms crossed, smiling. Jakes eyes shot up staring at Ruben pissed off. “Then why the fuck are you asking me if you already knew. You piece of shit!” Jake yelled twisting and pulling at his restraints like a worm. “You really are just a clueless brut, huh?” Ruben asked rhetorically. “The moment you were discharged I knew. When you climb pretty high on the career ladder people talk and luckily, I knew just the right people who kept an eye on you.” Ruben spoke never once budging as he sat on Jake. Unknowingly to Ruben, Jake was getting a hard-on as his bondage aroused his sensations. Becoming frustrated and flustered at his predicament he didn’t want Ruben to see him like this while so vulnerable. “Please get off of me and let me go, now.” Jake pleaded. “One more question, is it true that you have been on and off of work for the past few months?” Ruben asked. “Yes, now please get off of me.” Standing up Ruben turned around and chuckled. “WOAH! Well would you look at this. The famous reason why you’re called Iron Bull. Or should I say infamous, Ha!” Ruben pressed on his hard cock with his foot as bull moaned loudly. “Fuck dude, come on don’t do this to me. What do you want I…I’ll do it.” Jake asked with a bright red face. “You dirty little bull, look at you all embarrassed and horny. Do I turn you on bull, huh?” Ruben asked as he continued to rub his cock through his pants. “Fuck dude, Yes OK, please I am going to cum.” Jake pleaded. Ruben chuckled and stopped rubbing, leaving the room. Jake followed him with his eyes and noticed a pair of scissors and lighter that he used to cut the cord. Slowly inching his away across the floor, he flipped to his side and tried to grab the scissors with his bound hands. After a few moments he almost grabbed it with his fingers when Ruben kicked them from his grasp. “Yeah, I don’t think so, BULL.” Putting the stuff he grabbed to the side he picked up bull and dragged him over to the couch leaning him against the edge and sat right behind him. “Now open wide.” Pinching his nose, he forced his sweaty damp socks deep into his mouth and grabbed the athletic tape and started to wrap it around this head securing the socks. “You know, you turn me on too, Jake. That’s why I’ve been watching you. After Emily cheated on me, I wanted to try something else and you came to mind.” Jake resisted as Ruben continued wrapping his head like a fly caught in a spider’s trap. “You’ve always been on my mind but honestly my tastes are more exotic, and I didn’t want you as a boyfriend but more of a pet to keep.” Jake panicked as his muffled cries were harder and harder to hear. “Trust me I know how fucked up that sounds but a man has needs Jakey boy and you’re going to satisfy them.” After the roll was done Ruben grabbed the duct tape and started on the second layer. “After I learned about you being discharged, I requested to be stationed here so I could be closer. Lo and behold I found you here, you let me tie you up, you look so damn good in that rope I just couldn’t resist. It’s like…this was fated to be, you know?” Jakes head looked like an iron casted head shiny and silver. The only holes left were his eyes and nose. “MMMHHPPPHHHHMM YMMMUH.” Jake screamed into his gag. Ruben shifted him to his back and undid his pants as his massive bull cock began to throb in his underwear. “Fuck, man, you look great like this.” Ruben shoved his face and nuzzled his crotch smelling his musk. Jake moaned into his gag as his cock twitched. “Now, are you going to be a good bull for your Master?” Ruben asked with a sinister voice. Jake shook his head. “FUCK YOU DUDE, NO WAY AM I GOING TO BE YOUR FUCKING PET.” Jake thought. Ruben pulled down his tighty whities releasing his cock as his bobbed up and down. With one hand he clasped his balls and the other he slowly stroked his shaft. “Sorry, but that’s not the answer that I was looking for bull.” Ruben squeezed his balls tighter and started tapping his balls. Pain jolted through his stomach upwards as Jake screamed in agony. He shook violently and started crying as Ruben landed 10 clean hits. “Now, I am asking again. Are you going to be a good bull for your Master?” Ruben inquired again. Jake reluctantly shook his head yes as he reeled from the pain. Standing up Ruben took off his pants as his cock was bulging and sat on his chest again but this time, he shoved his bulge into Jakes face forcing him to inhale his sweaty balls and taint. “Good boy, Bull.” Ruben smiled. “Fuck I am going to have such a great time training and break you in bull. Do what Master says and you’re training will go much smoother but if you intend on defying me then you’re going to have a bad time.” Pulling a stretch of duct tape. “But it’ll be much more fun for me.” Ruben watched as jake’s eyes watered and were filled with fear. He slowly covered his eyes and secured the tape over them blocking out all sight. With some more cord he wrapped his cock up and balls. Satisfied, Ruben grabbed him by the legs, lifting him sightly up dragging him through the hallway and into the Master bedroom. The walk-in closet was already open and cleared ready for its new captive. Dragging Jake into the closet, Ruben started to cut off his jeans and underwear. He flipped him over onto his stomach and hogtied him making sure that each knot was secured far from his hands. Double checking his limbs, making sure that nothing is being cut off. After all he wanted a healthy bull to abuse. Each knot secured and Ruben was satisfied. Before leaving Ruben dumped his dirty laundry all over his bull leaving most of it in his face so he could breathe in his scent while he was out. “Alright IRON BULL, I gotta head out for a while so you sit here and stew a little on your current position and think about how you’re going to serve me. Fuck I can’t wait to get back and play with you.” Ruben smiled wickedly turning off the lights and closing the closet door. Ruben could faintly hear the moans and cries of Jake as he closed the door. Standin at the front door he couldn’t hear a peep outta Jake, just as he wanted.
Leaving, as he approached the lobby his neighbor stopped him. “Ruben dear, is everything alright? I thought I hear screaming coming from your apartment?” asked Mrs. Anderson.
“Sorry about that one of the channels is playing Scream, and I must’ve had the volume up too high!” Ruben apologized.
“Oh ok, whew, I was thought someone was hurt so sorry to bother you.” Mrs. Anderson closed her door waving goodbye. Ruben flashed a fake smile and continued on his journey.
“Nothing is wrong, in fact everything is perfect.” Ruben muttered under his breath.
To be continued..
