Teen Wolf

[tyman]

We'll just have to get our "Teen Wolf fix" from you, Jack! Keep up the good work!

[Jack Roper]

Binding Stiles

“Do I call you Scott and Stiles—or Tyler and Dylan?” Rex asked, smiling.

“Guess it depends on if we are role playing Teen Wolf or not,” Dylan responded.

“Do you guys want a drink—or something?”

“Sure,” Dylan and Tyler both responded. Rex pointed to the refrigerator and the bar and offered them anything they wanted.

‘It’s all on Tyler’s tab, after all,” Rex said. “Anything you want,” he repeated.

Dylan jumped up and started to mix a B52, 1/3 Dram Buoy Bailey’s Irish Cream and Kahlua in a blender. “Hey Tyler, want some of this?”

“Sure, make it a double. I think we’re gonna have some fun today,” Tyler said. Rex sat on the couch and smiled at the two young stars in his ‘living room’ suite.

“I must say,” he said, “I almost can’t believe the two of you are here right now. It seems almost like a dream come true. Especially you Dylan, I would have never guessed you were into tie-up games too.”

Dylan had the blender going full force, with the ice cubes being crushed into near liquid. He grabbed some whipped cream and added it to the top of three glasses, filled to the top.

“Well, to tell you the truth, until yesterday I had almost forgotten how much I enjoyed playing with ropes.” His somewhat manic expression rose up as he sampled his drink. “Whoa, that’s good. Here Tyler, try this,” he said handing a glass to his co-star, and another to Rex.

The three men settled into an animated discussion of their roping desires and experiences. Dylan admitted he used to play lots of cowboy and Indian games as a kid, but was the one who did most of the tying. He secretly wished the other kids would tie him up to but it had never happened for some reason, and he stopped playing around age 10, believing it was somehow all too ‘gay.’

“Yeah, until you had me tying up my werewolf friend yesterday I was always doing the roping. I really never got very good at it, and,” he added, “I hope you can teach me more before you leave, Rex.”

Rex pulled out a silver dollar from his jean’s pocket and said, “Let’s see who goes first, shall we?” Tyler grabbed the coin and flipped it in the air, catching it and slamming it onto the bad of his hand. “Heads you get tied, Dylan, tails I get tied.”

Dylan looked on anxiously as Tyler checked the coin. “Heads it is. You’re up first, Dylan.”

“OK, that’s what I wanted anyway,” Dylan said. “Do we do this with clothes on or off?” he added, looking at Rex and Tyler.

“How would you like to be tied?” Jack asked.

Dylan looked at both guys and was pensive for a moment. He knew he was something of a bi-sexual, but had still not had that much guy on guy experience. He figured that today might be the day but his innocence and innate shyness drove him to say: “Clothes on—to start. Maybe later we can go commando.””

“Fine,” Rex said. “I aim to please. Hey Tyler, do you want to start the roping? Or just help me out?”

“How about I help you, and…after we’re done tying Dylan, would you tie me up too?” He had a puppy dog look in his eyes, and he pushed his long black hair away from his forehead as he gazed at Rex.

“Fine,” Rex said. “We’ll do a twofer then. Maybe I’ll ever tie the two of you up together.” Dylan was beaming and Tyler looked a little worried. Tyler knew he also has ambisexual feelings but he wasn’t sure he wanted to get too close to Dylan, especially if they were going to be working together again next season. But the B52 was doing its work, so he agreed.

“You’re the boss, Rex,” he answered.

Rex told Dylan to stand up and remove his motorcycle jacket. “This would make you way too warm,” he advised.

Dylan hesitated and said, “Couldn’t we just turn up the air conditioning more? After all, Tyler’s got on that tight turtleneck and polo shirt too!” Tyler reached up and clutched his throat and smiled.

Rex smiled too. He moved over to the thermostat and turned the temperature down to 60. The room automatically started to get quite cold. “How’s that?” he added, picking up a 20 foot length of cotton rope and grabbing Dylan’s left wrist by the leather sleeve.

He began to quickly encircle Dylan’s wrist with the ½” soft rope, pulling it tightly around his right wrist and making a figure eight pattern about ten times going down the sleeve towards his hands, never leaving the leather material. Dylan arched his back a little and groaned. “Ahhh, that feels good, Sir.”

Rex liked being called Sir. It was a sign of respect to him for his age and experience. “OK boi,” as he began to cinch the horizontal ropes tightly. Very tight. The leather squeaked and crackled as the ropes tightened. “Tyler, hand me that long piece,” he said, pointing to a particularly large bundle of ¾” inch cotton rope. He attached an end to Dylan’s left elbow and told Tyler to start tying his elbows together.

Tyler had a mean look in his eyes. “Now I gotcha buddy,” he whispered in Dylan’s ear. “Here’s to what you did to me on set yesterday, with all those irons, rope and duct tape!”

Dylan laughed. “Hey, you asked for it!”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Tyler responded, “but you asked for this!” He wrapped the rope around Dylan’s upper arms about eight times and then drew it around his chest so that the word “Berlin” began to disappear under a mass of white rope. Tyler pulled the rope tight and Dylan moaned again. ‘You love it, don’t you?” he chided his friend.

Dylan’s eyes closed and he had on a tight smile, like he was going into another world—the world of roping, gagging, prisoners, cowboys and Indians that all came flashing back to him from his childhood.

Rex pushed Dylan onto a plush chair and grabbed his feet, removing the Van’s and his black socks. He pulled out another length of rope and began tying Dylan’s feet together, again looping the cotton rope around and around, and cinching it after, with multiple knots below the mass of rope. Dylan groaned again as he realized two guys were binding him so that he could not escape. He felt like going into a role of kidnap victim or something, as Rex continued tying his thighs and calves with lots more rope, cinching it every few loops so that the rope made Dylan immovable.

“Aaarrrggghh!” Dylan muttered. ‘What are you doing?” he smiled. Tyler brought the B52 to his lips and told him to drink some more.

“This may be your last drink for a while,” he chucked.

“Hey!” Dylan retorted. “I never said I wanted to be gagged!” knowing full well that his mouth was about to be completely secured from any more complaints. Tyler put the drink down and grabbed one of Dylan’s black socks and held it up in front of his eyes, which widened. “No! Not that…I haven’t washed those for days,” he complained, actually meaning it, apparently. He shifted away from Tyler’s sock wadded hand and tried to escape but Tyler just laughed and grabbed him by the ropes around his chest and pulled him back.

‘Open wide, Boi!” he said, with Dylan refusing to open his mouth. Rex came over and grabbed Dylan’s nose and clamped it shut, picking up a roll of three inch gray duct tape at the same time.

“I can’t breath,” Dylan shouted and that was all the opening Tyler needed, as he shoved the sock into Dylan’s mouth, forcing the material completely into his mouth, while Rex began to pull a long strip of duct tape off the roll. Tyler grabbed the tape and plastered an end onto Dylan’s left cheek, pulling it across his pouty lips over to his right cheek. He smoothed it down roughly.

Rex smiled. “That may not be enough. Why don’t you go all the way around, Tyler?”

Dylan was looking helplessly angry at this, while Tyler was getting off on dominating his bud. He grabbed the tape and started wrapping it from his left cheek behind his head, across the back of his neck, over his buzz cut and back to the right side. He hesitated when Dylan tried to resist but that was enough for his to want to continue wrapping more tape around, which he did for five complete wraps. Dylan’ complaints grew fainter. “Mmmpphhh!” Mmmpphhh.” Tyler added several more strips under Dylan’s chin and brought these up to his cheeks, effectively securing the tape from moving downward—as if it could anyway.

‘There ya go Dylan. Turnabout’s fair play. Now you know how I felt yesterday!”

Dylan looked really frustrated but as if he was also enjoying himself. The bulge in the crotch of his skinny jeans said otherwise. Tyler and Rex lifted him off the chair and carried him over to the bed, unceremoniously throwing him down. He bounced a little and moaned his displeasure, rolling from his stomach onto his side, then his back and then his other side.

Tyler and Rex sat down on the chairs nearby and finished their drinks, while pretending to ignore Dylan. “That was good work Tyler. Maybe you could be a ‘roper’ someday too!”

“I don’t know, Rex. Right now I think I need to experience being the guy being tied lot more, Tyler said, “if you know what I mean.”

Rex smiled. “Ready, Tyler?”

TBC

[MattyHerich]

Delete

[tyman]

I agree with Matty, Jack! Awesome!!

[lonewolfandfriends]

please contnue

[Jack Roper]

King Size Romp

Dylan kept rolling around on the large bed, trying with all his might to escape from Tyler and Rex’s roping. He stared at himself in the full-length wall mirror next to the bed, in apparent fascination, enjoying the sensual feel of the ropes and the restrictions on each and every movement he made. He frequently attempted to say something, as this was the first time in his life he had ever been gagged. “Mmmppphhh!” The duct tape held firmly.

Tyler and Rex watching in complete enjoyment, both men getting more and more excited by Dylan’s futile efforts at escape. Finally, Tyler couldn’t resist any longer.

“Rex, please, I need to be tied up too!” he said. Rex was only too ready to oblige the young star, even as he was still amazed at having these two guys under his bondage control.

“OK Tyler, stand up,” Rex said, as he pulled out additional ropes from his large duffle bag, and guided Tyler’s wrists behind his back. Soon, Tyler was bound hand and foot exactly as they had tied Dylan, who was watching Tyler’s roping, with his turtleneck and golf shirt wrapped in white rope. Rex moved Tyler over to the bed, and sat him down.

“Do you want to be gagged?” he asked, knowing full well what he was about to do anyway.

“Of course,” Tyler responded smiling. “Just like we did to Dylan, but maybe without his dirty sock!” Jack pulled out a big spongy rubber ball from his bag of tricks and held it up before Tyler’s wondering gaze.

“How’s this?” he asked, not really waiting for a response as he pushed the large ball into Tyler’s ready and willing mouth.

“It’s…mmmppphhh” was all Tyler could get out before Rex began to wrap the duct tape around Tyler’s face and under his chin. He made sure not to tape the boy’s longish hair in the back, by folding the tape in two behind his neck, which actually increased its strength and prevented Tyler from dislodging it.

Rex moved Tyler alongside Dylan on the bed, so the two friends could examine their predicament together. He sat down to watch as the boys moved closer and complained a great deal into their gags. Rex decided to rope them together front to front using small pieces of rope at their elbows, waists, knees and ankles. He even added a few loops around their necks, which led the two Teen Wolf stars to become kissing buddies through their duct taped mouths.

Tyler stared into Dylan’s eyes, and Dylan did likewise. They mumbled unintelligibly to each other like two star-crossed lovers, wrapped up in a mile of rope and duct tape.


“Mppphhh!” Mmmfffpphhh,” said Dylan. Tyler responded in kind, “Mmmppphhh! MMMPHHH!” Rex was thoroughly enjoying the show, and every few minutes he would roll them over so that they weren’t on the one side for too long. He even placed a pillow under their heads for added comfort, as the stars began to grind their pelvises together, stimulating obvious signs of affection—and two big erections under their pants.

Tyler and especially Dylan kept this up for several minutes, until finally Dylan could take it no longer and screamed into his gag, releasing an explosion of pent up energy from his groin. Tyler exploded moments later also. The boys looked spent and closed their eyes and went into a post-coital reverie, fully clothed, bound and gagged still, warm in their rope cocoon embrace.

Rex was enjoying this little “r-rated” version of Ten Wolf, his own private show in the Hollywood hotel. What could be better, he thought. Then, to his surprise, there was a persistent knock on the door. He grabbed a cover and threw it over Tyler and Dylan, who awoke and started struggling again.

“Sshhh,” he said. “Pretend you are asleep, OK?” as he went for the door.

TBC

[tyman]

I love this series, Jack!! Thank you!!

[Jack Roper]

Thanks Tyman. Hope I don't let you down.

“Little Death”

Tyler heard the knock on the door and appreciated Rex covering both he and Dylan up, as they struggled in their bound and gagged position. Even though the air conditioner was on full blast the fact of his being bound, taped and wearing lots of warm clothes, Tyler was starting to sweat—a lot. So was Dylan, in his black leather jacket. By now the boys were secretly wishing they could undress and get more comfortable, but that seemed unlikely now that they had someone visiting Rex’s room. They quieted down and tried to listen to who was there.

Rex and a woman, or was it two women, were talking in the hall. Dylan heard the door close and Rex came over to the bound boys.

“It was the maids, and I told them we didn’t want room service” he said. “Phew, I’m glad it wasn’t some repairman or something.” He removed the sheet off the boys and saw them perspiring profusely. “I think I better make you two more comfortable, OK?”

Lots of mmmppphhhing in agreement, as Rex untied Dylan and Tyler from all of their ropes. He started to take the duct tape off but both boys offered to finish the job, with some agony as the final tape got pulled off sensitive skin.

“Aaarrrggghhh!” Dylan groaned pulling the back sock out fast. “Shit, that hurts,” he laughed.

“Got that right,” Tyler said, rubbing his cheeks and wrists. “That was great though. Thanks Rex.”

“I think you two need to take a break. Drink some water, use the loo, whatevers,” Rex offered. Dylan whipped off his leather jacket and went into the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess in his shorts and take a shower. Tyler followed a few minutes later, also removing his two shirts and showering.

“How about we grab something to eat and we can continue when we’re back?” The boys agreed and they dressed quickly, using some of Rex’s t-shirts and hopped into Tyler’s Jeep. He drove down Santa Monica Blvd. headed west and saw a place called Four Quartets.

“That looks good,” Rex said, as Tyler pulled into the parking lot. Both he and Dylan were wearing caps and sun glasses, so luckily no one noticed who they were—yet. They plopped down in some wrought iron chairs and ordered off the menu.

“Don’t look now,” Dylan said, “but this place looks kinda gay.”

Tyler laughed. “All of LA is ‘kinda’ gay,” he offered.

The three men sat and discussed what they liked—and didn’t like about the bound werewolf’s captivity.

I shouldn’t have kept the leather jacket on, since it got very hot while I struggled in the ropes,” Dylan said.

Tyler agreed. “Yeah, and wearing a turtleneck and a golf shirt got pretty hot pretty fast,” he smiled broadly. “How about you tie us—or at least me-- up again, but with little or no clothes next time.” Dylan seemed also to like that idea.

“Yeah, I could get off on that,” Dylan said, eyeing Tyler mischievously. He received a punch in his arm for that remark. “Owww!” he grumbled.

“OK guys. Looks like I know what you want next, but I’ll make the call,” Rex said. The two movie stars agreed to let Rex decide.


“Surprise us,” Tyler said.

“Yeah, make it a surprise,” Dylan agreed, “and make sure my buddy here is tied up nice and tight!”

They enjoyed their late lunch and headed back west to the Ramada, deciding to walk the neighborhood for a while, as the air was cool and the sun was going down. The three guys were getting some stares of recognition by now so they hustled back to the hotel, where Rex started pulling out lots of ‘stuff’ for the evening’s entertainment.

“This might be a long session so make yourselves some drinks and get comfortable,” he said.

Dylan and Tyler were jerking off in the dining area of the suite as Rex laid out lots of ‘toys’ and some clothes he brought with him.

“Surprise!” he said.

TBC

[xtc]

I should have replied to your previous posting. Sorry, I spotted it just after midnight and it fell by the wayside, then I fell among thieves . . . . blah, blah . . . visiting a sick aunt . . . doing works of charity . . . Enough excuses.

Good job, thank you.
I almost regret not having seen the TV series upon which this is based. But one never knows, maybe I'll see them when you become staff writer?

Wassail!
Xtc

[Jack Roper]

If that happens they'll have to change it to "Bound Wolf!"

[tyman]

as always, terrific!

[Jack Roper]

Mahalo!

[tyman]

You're welcome! Any idea when the new episodes of Teen Wolf begin to air?

[Jack Roper]

I don't know when it will start up again. There will be twice as many episodes, 24 instead of 12, but I couldn't find any news on what date next year. The article below goes into some additional details.
Cheeers! -- JR

MTV Teen Wolf Season 2 producer revealed new Alpha spoilers & more

E! Online recently chatted with MTV Teen Wolf producer Jeff Davis to get the highly anticipate skinny on what’s going to go down in season 2. He revealed some interesting Alpha spoilers,and more.

First, he revealed that Derek was going after being the new Alpha the entire time,and in season 2, he is going to start recruiting new pack members. The new Derek werewolves will help make Derek become stronger,so he can heal faster. He went on to say, the stronger his pack is ,the closer he’ll get to being able to transform into a full wolf. “Our werewolves become stronger with a strong pack. They feed off each other’s power, they become more powerful together.”

Next, he revealed that season 2 will take a look at why Jackson wants to become a werewolf by taking a look into his background,and his mystery parents will also be explored. After that,he delved into Lydia’s character to reveal what will be going on with her. He revealed that Lydia will go through a very difficult arc in season 2,and becomes very important to the mythology. However,he wouldn’t reveal if she’ll be a werewolf or not. I’m guessing she will.

Next, he revealed that things will be difficult with Scott and Allison’s romance because Allison’s father Argent will tell Scott to stay away from Allison,and in return,he’ll stay out of Scott’s way,meaning he won’t hunt him. However,this little deal won’t last very long.

Then he revealed that Allison will no longer be sweet an innocent. Allison is going to be doing a lot of running, jumping and firing of arrows. Also, Argent is going to fear just how good Allison is going to get at becoming one of her family. She’s going to take up the mantle.

Finally, he revealed that Stiles is going to inadvertently cause big issues for his dad for which he’ll have to go to Scott for help. He will also never become a werewolf,and never play lacrosse. However,he will get a love interest,and get involved in more of the action scenes. The crew starts filming season 2 in November. Stay tuned.

[tyman]

Thanks for the update!!

[Jack Roper]

[mikeybound]

More!!! This is almost everything I wanted. If only they were in the Teen Wolf universe.

[Jack Roper]

Thanks Mikeybound. Here is another chapter.

Embarrassing walk

Jack held up two masks. It was Halloween after all and he located one of Scott as a werewolf and Stiles as his buddy. “Look what I found! I think we’re gonna go out tonight and play yourselves. Get dressed with those clothes over there that I got for you, but put those rubber cock rings on first.”

Taylor and Dylan carefully placed the rings around their tumescent dicks and checked out the stacks of clothes. They were almost identical sets, and since the boys were almost the same size it didn’t matter who wore what. Tyler pulled on a tight white t-shirt, a powder blue cotton turtleneck (at which he beamed back at Rex), a black waffle shirt, white socks, tight boot cut blue jeans, a black belt and cowboy boots—but no underwear. His hard-on had free reign in his extra tight jeans and showed off nicely.

Dylan did the same pulling his white turtleneck over his head and pulled it down slowly over his face. He never realized how sensuous this was, having made fun of Tyler’s “fetish” only the day before. He had trouble slipping the tight, tall cotton neck over his head, and folded the neck in half after getting it on. Taylor laughed at this. Dylan’s pants were leather so they fit tight and slipped nicely over the tops of his black boots and showed off a growing bulge.

“Now get over here,” Rex commanded, pulling mounds of white cotton rope off the bed and swiftly binding Tyler’s wrists palm to palm behind his back, cinching the 15 wraps tightly between his bound hands. He continued wrapping the rope around Tyler’s waist and then up around his elbows and chest, cinching his elbows tight.

With Dylan he changed the position of his hands, pulling them up horizontally to the rope he wrapped around his chest multiple times. He secured the ropes around the back of the chest ropes, so that his elbows were bent and his fingers were flailing helplessly in the air, unable to locate any knots.

He gave both boys a lot of water to drink before pulling out two white ankle socks and stuffing them in their mouths, followed by multiple wraps of duct tape. Dylan complained about the gag, but his tight leather pants also told another story.

Then Rex pulled out two sets of thick leg irons and placed these around Dylan and Taylor’s ankles, giving them about 18 inches of thick chain between each of their bound boots. He also bound Taylor’s right elbow to Dylan’s left elbow so they would have to walk carefully together.

“Now comes the fun part,” Rex said, taking the Stiles mask and putting this on Dylan and the Scott mask and pulling this over Dylan’s head. “See, you get to be each other tonight and there is nothing you can say to stop me,” as Rex finished up using two heavy leather collars and placing these around each boy’s tall turtlenecks. He attached two leashes onto these and pushed the shocked boys towards the door. “Come on my little Teen Wolves, let’s go out on Santa Monica Boulevard and see what reaction we get.”

The elevator door closed and Tyler checked himself in the mirror and “mmmppphhhed” under his Stiles mask. Dylan did the same and Rex just smiled as they walked, hobbling, into the cold Los Angeles night, with hundreds of strange looking revelers cruising by.

TBC

[JesseGiven]

Great direction - keep it comming
I like were you are going with Stiles.

[Jack Roper]

Thanks Jesse. here's the contination.


Halloween Night

The cold Los Angeles air blasted the three bondage aficionados as possibly more than 100,000 revelers spilled out into Santa Monica Blvd, which the city had closed down for the evening. Lady Gaga, Occupy Wall Street, the Jersey Shore cast, various ghosts, vampires, werewolves, Hollywood stars from Frank Sinatra to Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aston, along with thousands of tourists and gawkers went gliding by in a sea of fantasy, happiness, and ultimate mischief.

Rex decided to make sure their masks were not removed by any of these strange folks so he pulled out a roll of duct tape from his military fatigue jacket and quickly wrapped a long strip around each mask, securing these to Dylan and Tyler’s already gagged faces. They “mmpphhed” in protest to no avail, of course.

And Tyler and Dylan could do nothing but walk very carefully in their complete rope bondage and heavy leg irons. “Hot damn!” Tyler thought to himself as he glanced over at his lifelike image on Dylan’s face. ‘What a way to spend Halloween—who would have ever thunk it,” as he tried to keep pace with Dylan, taking extra short steps up to the limits of his chained boots.

They almost fell down several times but Rex quickly righted them by pulling on the leash attached to their heavy leather collars. Their pace was very slow and many passersby and watchers from the sidelines commented on the two bound boys.

“Hey, check it out,” one apparently drunk girl squealed, “It’s Stiles and his buddy Scott, the Teen Wolf!” as she and other teenyboppers and valley girls surrounded the trio and began touching them provocatively.

‘I love your show! Can we take you home, PLEEEAAAZZZZ!”

“Stiles” (actually Tyler) had his pants groped mercifully by two young girls. Several gay boys walked by and started making comments too. “Looks more like they’re into each other ladies!” a kid wearing a Batman costume declared, noting the rope attaching our bound heroes. “Look at those baskets…Hahaha!” His partner, dressed as Robin in drag, cooed over Scott (really Dylan).

Dylan was really getting off on the unusual attention—feeling strangely free all the while in complete restrictive servitude to Rex and the gathering mob. “Boy,” he thought, “if they keep this touching me I’m gonna cum in my leather pants!”

Rex was having a hard time keeping the bound boys away from the crowd, so rather than fight them he pulled both struggling Teen Wolf stars to a nearby lamppost and pushed their backs up against the pole and secured their opposite elbows. Stiles growled like a werewolf but Taylor seemed to be just laughing at all the attention, under his gagged lips. Rex finished this off by wrapping a leash around their collared necks, effectively binding them to the pole, as hundreds of costumed party goers passed by.

Rex and sat down on a bus-stop bench. The crowd of kids and gawkers loved it and began taking pictures with the bound stars, never realizing who they were actually dealing with. Tyler and Dylan both were groped mercilessly, and they almost came several times, especially wearing the rubber cock rings.

As the crowd died down Rex released the boys from their pole prison and continued walking down the road, stopping in front of 665 Leather store (“one door away from Hell” read their motto), where a guy was on display in their front window wearing a black leather straitjacket, struggling futilely, secured inside a stand-up iron cage.

Tyler and Dylan stared in disbelief at who they saw behind a leather gag: it was Tyler Hoechlin, who played Derek Hale, who was now the alpha wolf on their show. Our bound co-stars wondered if Rex had anything to do with this.

“Here’s an ideal spot for you too,” Rex said, as knocked on the door, which read ‘closed’, and was quickly let in with his two thoroughly bound charges.

“Howdy partner!” the young buzz cut clerk named Biff, who was dressed in a punk outfit, said. “Welcome to 665! Nice costumes, by the way. Would you care to join our little private party in the back?” with a twinkle in his eye. Tyler felt this guy seemed to know Rex somehow.

Rex said “Sure,” and moved the boys towards the back of the store and released their roped elbows and leashes, along their duct taped masks, standing in front of some full-length mirrors. Tyler and Dylan breathed more easily but were “mmmppphhhing” into their duct taped gags.

“What do you think?” Rex asked the clerk, “should I remove the gags?”

“Hell no! They look great,” as he stared in amazement at the two main stars of Teen Wolf before his eyes. “Looks like we almost have a full set,” he laughed, pointing to the struggling co-star, completely immobilized in his store window, with costumed passerby’s staring at him from outside.


“Hey, Rex, I have you stuff over here,” he said, pointing to a duffle bag near the back of the store, which smelled like leather. Rex opened the bag and pulled out ropes, leather restraints, gags, chains, locks and the Lube. Tyler and Dylan were beginning to look a little worried, but also very excited.

Rex decided to give the two stars a break and proceeded to remove their gags, to Biffs’ disappointment, apparently. Dylan let out a low scream as the last of the duct tape came off his face and Rex pulled out the sock. “Ughh! That was one wicked gag,” Dylan complained. Rex quickly removed Tyler’s gag too, and offered the boys some water, which Biff supplied.

‘Would you guys like something a little stronger perhaps?” he said, pulling a bottle of rum out and three glasses. “We gotta get this party going here,” he laughed.

Tyler and Dylan both had some rum on ice while Rex had a Coke, thanking Biff for his hospitality.

“You are,” Biff said, “one of our best customers, Rex, anything for you.”

“Thanks Biff, but if it weren’t for Tyler here I doubt I could have afforded it.” He turned to the two Teen Wolves and inquired to how they were feeling.

Tyler said his hands were beginning to go numb, so Rex loosened the hemp bindings a bit. ‘How’s that?” he asked the young star.

“Much better Rex. And thanks for that exciting walk out there. I’ve never been touched by so many ‘fans’ since—well, never!”

“How about you Dylan, any complaints?”

Dylan took a gulp of his rum with the help of Biff, and replied: “Nope, that was great. I can’t wait to walk back, but…” he trailed off.

“What?” Rex asked.

“Do you think, like, maybe, I don’t know,” he stammered, with a downward gaze and an almost imperceptible low tone in his words, “I could take Tyler’s place in your nice window display?” His face turned bright red.

Before Rex could answer, Tyler (Scott) said, “Yeah Rex, how on earth did you arrange to get our other co-star inside that straitjacket?”

“The evenings young, you’ll soon find out,” Rex answered cryptically.

TBC

[tyman]

wonderful as always, Jack!!

[Jack Roper]

Sweaty Reality


Tyler watched in fascination as Dylan took Ty’s place inside the straitjacket, and was pushed into the cage, wearing a leather head harness, which was attached to the top of the cage with some rope. Ropes were attached to the jacket at various ringed points, so that when Dylan tried to escape he was kept in place in the middle of the cage, while seemingly hundreds of Halloween revelers passed by, many just laughing out loud as they watched the young TV star squirm around helplessly.

Suddenly, a loud ringing noise went off, jarring Tyler from all he was witnessing. He awoke with a start. “Where the Hell am I?” was his first thought. He then realized all of these bondage exploits were one long dream (or nightmare, if you will).

“Holy crap! What a dream that was!” He was perspiring from the realism of it all and noticed the sun was coming up through his bedroom windows. He remembered that he had to leave Los Angeles that morning to fly out to Georgia to prepare for shooting of the next season of Teen Wolf. He began to get out of his bed when a familiar voice caught his attention.

Dylan stepped out of the bathroom. “Hey buddy, you must have been having quite some dream there,” he said as he wrapped a towel around his dripping waist. “What was all that about?”

Tyler thought about it for a moment and wondered if he should tell Dylan what was going through his mind, but decided to wait until they got to Georgia. He was, however, going to check the Internet for any bondage experts, as the vividness of his dream felt more like a prophecy than anything else.

“Nothing, just a wild dream,” Tyler said. “Let’s get ready for Season Two, ok bud?”

The End

[JesseGiven]

Season 2 starts Monday night - whats in store Jack?

[Jack Roper]

haha...I'll watch it and see if it gives me any ideas!

[mikeybound]

Awwww! It was all a dream? Crap!

[Jack Roper]

As you can see I have attempted to re-write this story (somewhat) but the ending remains, at least for Season One. I haven't seen the first episode of Season Two, which aired last night. Maybe that will stimulate some additional chapters-who knows? Hope you like it.

[JesseGiven]

Well Jack - do we have a season II lol
You did such a good job with season I