Three hours with a belt around my neck… [MFM] [Bondage]

It’s a Friday night. It’s me (22F), my boyfriend Aaron (23M), and his best friend Jack (27M). We are, as usual, sitting in my new apartment, enjoying some Sailor Jerry’s and Netflix. We are tipsy and excited to finally have just the three of us in the same room; we’ve spent a lot of time with other friends lately, so the trio-only night had been a long time coming.

At this point, all three of us had grown pretty close as friends. “Very” close. A few months back, I’d treated Jack to a few blowjobs, one really good fuck, and a lot of teasing. It started out as requests from my boyfriend, who really gets off to the thought of me with other men. But I warmed up to the idea very, very quickly.

Though no more sex had happened at the request of both Jack and Aaron since then (“so no one feels left out”) we had never stopped being flirtatious. A particular memory was us at New Years, where Jack thoroughly beat me at a game of strip poker. Naked, I made sure to pose a bit, just to remind him of what he could still be having. He kept gloating about how he’d beaten me, “put me in my place.” Really, I should’ve seen the writing on the wall about what would eventually happen.

Anyways. Back to the present.

At some point during the night, I make a joke at the expense of Jack. Some insult about his taste in music, just trying to tease a reaction out of him. It works instantly.

“Don’t make me get my belt,” he says without missing a beat. His face gets so comically serious that I start laughing.

“I dare you,” I fire right back. Just to make a point I pull my red hair up away from my neck and show it off.

“I didn’t bring mine, actually, but if you have a spare…” He shrugs, his drink sloshing in one hand.

“I absolutely have one,” Aaron, my boyfriend, says, springing off the couch so quickly that both Jack and I burst out laughing even harder.

Aaron comes back with a studded black belt, swinging it like an idiot. He hands it to Jack, who gives it a few exaggerated cracks. We all laugh, ready to begin whatever comedy bit we think is about to come.

But then Jack leans over, wraps the belt around my neck, and pulls it so tight, so fast, I don’t have time to react.

“Holy shit,” Aaron whispers under his breath. He nearly drops his drink.

I gasp, my eyes instantly watering. Jack lets off the belt, wiggling his fingers underneath the part around my neck, giving me an inch or two to breathe.

“Too much?” he asks. It’s both concerned and a little mocking. I can hear the smile in his words, even though I can’t see it.

“I’m fine,” I say quickly. “I’m absolutely fine with this.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he says, and he pulses the belt a few more times. I realize that this has escalated past a joke. He’s not kidding. And he’s not taking his hand off the belt either. He’s actually doing this, right here, right now.

He sits down on my couch, pulling me along with him. But before I can reach where I was sitting, he points to the floor.

“Sit,” he says. “Where you belong.”

At this point, my brain has ceased proper function. Jack and Aaron are laughing at the look on my face. I had never actually experienced this level of kink before aside from tons of fantasizing, so now I’m struggling to make my brain work as Aaron and Jack continue their conversation like nothing happened as I sink down to the floor, right between Jacks legs.

After a few minutes, I am calm enough to take part in the conversation. Things seem almost unnervingly casual. Aaron is smiling so wide you’d think it was his birthday, which makes me even more horny. He’s getting off on just watching this.

At some point, I let out a huge yawn. Before I can even finish, Jack yanks hard on the belt.

“You getting too tired for this?” he asks.

“No,” I respond.

“Then don’t yawn.”

After this, every time I yawn, I’m treated with a sharp yank to my makeshift collar. The punishment aspect is delicious. I even start yawning deliberately every now and then just to feel him tug hard on my neck.

More rules come as the night goes on. Every time I make a joke at his expense, I get a few extra seconds without breath.

“I’m trying to be such a nice guy here,” he says, as I’m sputtering beneath him. I laugh, but it’s cut off by another tug.

“I need a cigarette,” Jack says. He stands up, pulls up on the belt, and has me stumble outside beside him on the porch. It’s twenty degrees, and I’m in a belly shirt and basketball pants. No coat, and even worse, no bra.

“It’s freezing!” I say, covering up my hardening nipples with my arms.

“You can deal with it for a minute,” he says, smiling and lighting his cigarette. “Be a good girl.”

I cross my arms and scowl. I realize that if I really wanted to, I could just slip the belt right off and be done with it. But Christ… it just feels so fucking good. My head is literally spinning at this point. Seeing stars. The whole shebang.

After a few minutes, he finally finishes his cigarette. I follow back inside, where Aaron is laid out on the love seat, reading on his phone. Before being prompted, I drop down to the floor, right at the spot where Jack was sitting previously. He sits, and I sidle myself between his legs, lying my head on his thigh, not speaking a word.

“Good girl,” he says, running a hand through my hair affectionately.

I’ve just been pet, I think to myself. Hell, I am officially a pet, at least for tonight.

The phone in my waistband starts buzzing. Aaron is texting me. “This is so fucking hot. Oh my god. Is this okay? Let me know.”

“I am so fine,” I text back. I’m pretty sure Jack sees it over my shoulder, because he pulls back on the belt just a little bit. I put the phone down immediately, and the tension lessens. So texts are a no, too. I’m okay with that.

A total of three hours goes by like this. Jack and Aaron having completely normal conversations, me trying my best to join in despite being very, very distracted. Little tugs here and there if I say something “inappropriate” or if my head lolls a little too much or, again, if I dare to yawn. Jack seems to be really enjoying himself. His power boner is in full force. Literally. I can see it through his jeans, and suddenly, I can’t stop staring at it.

Jack catches me staring.

The next thirty minutes become a slow crawl up to his dick. He pulls me a little closer, centimeter by centimeter, every minute or so. Pretty soon my face is laying directly on his crotch, me trying hard to keep still, only moving when he pulls me. I sit like than for another twenty, my face basically forced into his hardness, my breath going through his jeans. The tugs of the belt drag my face over his cock.

Eventually, I can’t help myself. I break. I start running my tongue across it, hoping he can feel it. By the way his hand curls into my hair and pushes me down into his crotch, I’m pretty sure he can.

Aaron is still sitting there, still as a statue, watching. I can’t see his face because of how dark it is in our living room, but I imagine he can see us just fine from his spot on the far couch. His breathing goes shallow when he hears the wet noises of my mouth kissing cock. He knows exactly what’s happening, or really, what’s about to happen.

Without warning Jack unzips his pants and pulls his cock out of his underwear. Greedily, like I’ve been begging for it for hours (which, really, I have) I wrap my mouth around it and take it straight down without bothering to tease. I’ve had enough teasing tonight.

What follows now is a forty minute blowjob starring me, officially the most patient girl in the world, now finally getting my payoff. The belt goes slack as I worship his cock, licking patterns up his shaft and sucking hard as the head of his dick hits the back of my throat. The alcohol that had burned my throat earlier makes it painful yet so satisfying as his cock reaches deep. He deep throats me over and over and over again. I’m starting to think I can’t breathe.

Then I realize, I literally can’t breathe. He has the belt pulled tight. His hips are now jack-knifing up into me, his dick pumping in and out as I messily try to keep up. This brutal face fucking keeps going and going, I lose track of how long I’ve been kneeling here, my mouth forced open by his dick.

He grabs me by my hair and forces himself down into me, as far as it will go, for one moment, two moments, three-

And then (no joke) I literally pass out.

Not just from the belt, but from the combination of it, the deep throating, the alcohol, and not having slept more than three hours over the past two days. It was nearly eight in the morning by this point, that’s how long this tease had been going all night, and all of a sudden it catches up with me so quickly that I couldn’t do anything but let go. I should probably be embarrassed about it, but for my first time doing something like this, I am happy I even lasted that long.

Anyways. A few seconds later, I come to with Jack cradling my head, and Aaron holding my hand. Both are equally worried, but after I assure them I was okay, they get right back to teasing the ever loving fuck out of me.

Jack tells me that he can’t wait to tell someone that he once had a girl blow him so hard she passed out.

“I took your breath away,” he said, running his fingers across my forehead. He unwraps the belt from my neck. I miss it already, but understandably, it seems like he’s calling it a night for my sake.

Aaron and I said goodnight and almost immediately passed out in our bedroom.

Of course, the morning after, Aaron fucked me hard as “repayment” for what I had done the night before. Hard, unforgiving, brutal. But I didn’t mind that too much. The next night, again, was a fuckfest between me and Jack. All in all, I had sex four times in two days. I still can’t walk right now.

I still can’t believe that night even happened. I cant believe that it might happen again. The belt is still sitting in the living room, right in plain sight.

Here’s hoping that Jack will notice it again, next time he’s here to see his new pet.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5ofuxj/three_hours_with_a_belt_around_my_neck_mfm_bondage