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"This is ridiculous," Yamcha bitches. From out behind the gag, only a useless "mrph mr mrphmmmpf" can be heard. The cloth fabric winds tight over his nose to his chin, muffling his furious words. As he complains, the cloth grows hotter, the knot at the back of his head tightening.
Yamcha tries to bite it, failing miserably. One indignity he can't get out of - and the gag is hardly the highest priority to escape. Not being able to scream and yell and make his anger loud and verbal is annoying, but not ths main issue at stake, hardly the only reason why Yamcha thrashes in place.
Ki-cancelling shackles dig into his tied together wrists and at his ankles too. The metal is heavy, cold. Little padlocks stay locked shut, the keys tossed inside a clear container. Gagged, bound, and humiliated, Yamcha knows he will never hear the end of this once their escape is made.
A simple training program, Tien had said. Something out of box. He saw an influencer shelling the experience, said the resort includes an all you can eat breakfast, lunch and dinner, made by a fully trained chef. Training guided by professional behaviourist to dive into the core needs of adults, recorded and with top of the line tools to explore. The influencer had a promo code or something, a discount and a deal. On reflection, the low price should've been their first red flag.
Tien said come with me, Yamcha. It'll be fun, Yamcha.
Yamcha glares at his friend. Tien makes big eyes back at him, his mouth similarly covered and body bound.
"Mrph," Tien says sadly.
"Mrph mrp," Yamcha swears.
At least they arn't naked and thrown out to the elements. That's the saving grace of the situation. The real world applications of practicing self-rescue has merit. Too bad the whole operation stinks.
The instructor smiles. His linen suit is blindingly white to match his uncanny teeth. Yamcha hides his shiver of anticipation.
"You two look a pretty sight," the instructor praises. "Very handsome. I will enjoy your struggle. Now that your hands are bound, and you can't interrupt, I can begin to explain the game. Please pay attention, the rules are important."
Yamcha doesn't want to pay attention. He wants the shackle keys sitting in the container out of reach and he wants to break the instructors teeth. Tien is listening at least, so Yamcha will let him deal with the mastermind monologue. Yamcha can feel the ridges of the shackles, and he wonders if he can slowly stress the metal until it snaps clean off.
"MRPH?!!" Tien shouts, thrashing in his bonds. The racket has Yamcha looking up and wondering that he missed.
A chest is open.
Vibrators and phallic shaped silicone toys, whips and paddles and delicate silver chains with tiny pincher clasps, more gags, more handcuffs, ropes -
Yamcha gapes. What the fuck did he miss??
Tien makes a noise like a wounded animal.
Gobsmacked by the lewd box of a pervert's dream, Yamcha doesn't clock the advancing goons until too late. They pants him, his trousers dropping to tangle at his feet. Rough hands touch his hips and hold him in place as some one grabs his flaccid cock and shoves it into a metal cage. The base is tight, the cold metal bitting into the sensitive soft flesh.
Yamcha headbutts and draws blood, the crack of breaking someone's nose satisfying. A goon gets Yamcha with a cattle prod, and they back out of range, their work done.
Tien's cock is in the same state. The metal gleams between his thighs, and the two share a desperate look that screams 'what the hell.'
"How lovely," the instructor dares to clap like they are entertainment for his sadistic pleasure. "I do love seeing such big cocks made useless."
Yamcha feels his bloodlust surge and fizzle out, the ki-canceling cuffs smothering his rage. He redoubles his efforts to break out. Tien does the same next to him. The goons dare to laugh, and the instructor only sighs pityingly.
"Good luck. It is going to take you hours to get free - I'll check in periodically from the livestream," a webcam light blinks when the instructor gestures towards it, "to track your progress. I have my money on which one of you will escape and bring your partner to orgasm first, but I do love to be surprised, so put on a good show for us! Remember while you can break free of your cuffs and ankle restraints, I am the only one who can free your cocks. Enjoy the training, boys!"
Yamcha glowers above his cloth gag. Left alone, Tien hobbles towards Yamcha. There is no doubt from his beaten dog expression that Tien regrets the choices that have led them here.
"Mrp mrphph." Tien tries to apologize.
Yamcha will take a long time to forgive him. He gestures to his caged dick, like, what the hell!
Tien shrugs, tilting his head towards the livestream and box of sex toys. 'what should we do with this?'
Yamcha head butts him hard and shakes his head. No way. No way is Yamcha going to play this stupid game. He jiggles the cuffs pointedly. Yamcha is going to break them off, and then go after the guy who did this to them - no weird challenges needed to be won.
Tien seems to agree. Together they grunt and groan as they try to break the cuffs open. Tien smashes the metal to the ground over and over again, bangs clattering loudly. Yamcha goes back to twisting his wrists wearing out thd metal slowly.
The room grows dark. A single light flickers on automatically to cast a soft glow.
Yamcha's shoulders ache. Sweat drips down Tien's forehead.
Urgh.
It's rough to admit this isn't working. Yamcha stops trying to escape and leans against the wall. Tien yawns and joins him, and together they slide down to their bare asses. Yamcha bangs his head hard into Tien's rock solid shoulder and sighs.
Tien nudges him. Get some rest, Tien seems to say with his eyes.
Rest, in a situation like this? Yamcha raises an eyebrow skeptically
Tien nods. And blinks his eyes wide pointedly. "Mrph mrph."
You sleep, Yamcha translates, and I'll keep watch.
Yamcha grunts agreeably. Ignoring the cold bite of the metal around his cock, the pain in his wrist from his struggles and the brimming humiliation under his skin, Yamcha falls asleep with soldier-like efficiency.
Warm, Yamcha hums. It's warm. Moisture clings to his cockhead, a hot smooth fabric nuzzling the sensitive skin. A palm cradles his balls, rolling them back and forth gently. Yamcha spreads his knees wider without second thoughts as something blunt drags across his hole.
"Mmm," he moans. Pleasure laps at his heels. What a nice feeling to wake up to. His bed mate is spoiling him.
Yamcha moves to cup the mysterious pleasure provider's head to guide them deeper on to his cock when something stops him short - literally. Restraints dig into his arms.
Reality slams into Yamcha with the grace of a metal folding chair to the back of a wrestlers head. The gag muffles his shout, his body twitching into full wakefulness.
Tien looks sheepish. It's his gag helpfully preventing Yamcha's cock from heading down his throat, the fabric stretched tight over as much of the cock cage as it can while Tien suckles at the tip. It's Tien's still shackled hands working between Yamcha's legs, a massive vibrating dildo obscene in its intent to fuck Yamcha.
Yamcha goes to hit his friend but Tien is faster and shoves the lube-wet toy past the initial resistance of Yamcha's tight rim.
White-hot sensation overrides the rest of Yamcha's protests. His cock tries in vain to harden while Tien slowly fucks the tip in and out of his hole, stretching him on the fake cock. His ass spasms around the intrusion and Yamcha whimpers as his toes curl on the floor. Dualing impulses battle - one side of him wants to murder Tien for the way he didn’t even ask, and the other side wanting Tien to shove inside the whole thing at once and stop teasing.
Drool seeps through the cloth, soaking his overheated and soft cock. Yamcha grows taut, his mind whirling as Tien finally works in more inches of the toy and begins to properly fuck him. The toy presses in on all his inner walls, making him feel good from the inside out. Yamcha sets his feet and starts meeting Tien's motions. Instincts drive him into a frenzy, his body reacting to the toy violently. Control lost, Yamcha knows the only reason he hasn't come yet is the cruel press of the cock cage preventing it.
Tien looks a sight. His skin gleams with a flushed glow, the gag dripping and sticking to his lips. His own cock cage shines, his bare ass and bare toes lewd in the room, and Yamcha realizes through the haze of lube-slick noises that Tien is moaning just by fucking Yamcha with a toy to please the absurd demands of this training exercise.
A surge of sensation makes Yamcha cross-eyed. A spot deep in him is reached, the toy grinding against it maddeningly. Tien presses a button, and Yamcha roars when the vibration starts. Mean and unrelenting, Yamcha trashes in a fit of pleasure. His muscles bulge. His strength grows. Yamcha is desperate to reach Tien, to reach the precipice of this mind melting joy on his nerves.
Something snaps. Metal goes flying. Ki funnels through his synapses, power returned.
Yamcha grabs Tien with his two free hands and lifts him. Tien's back hits the hard ground but Yamcha follows him down. The sex toys are in reach and Yamcha grabs the thinnest one, one curved like a uneven U with bulbs at each end. Yamcha can't see the lube Tien used, but this thing is small enough. He can make it fit.
Tien freezes at the first press of the bigger end blunt at his hole. Their heads meet, Yamcha's hair a curtain and their gags separating their lips.
Slowly, Yamcha pushes the prostate massager in, in, in. On the outside a flat part rubs behind Tien's tight balls while the bulbous bit inside finds its home along Tien's sensitive inner gland. Yamcha releases his breath as he turns on the vibrations to max.
Tien screams. The gag is nothing to stop his sounds, loud as they are. Tears spill from his eyes, the whites showing all around. Yamcha shudders and straddles Tien's thigh, using his wild bucking to fuck the silicon toy further into Yamcha's guts. Their cocks weep, flesh swelling along the bars of the cock cage, their asses full.
Yamcha shakes and shakes apart. Tien follows, their cocks forced to come soft in a strange sensation that soaks the cage and their bare inner thighs while their asses spasm and twitch around the toys.
"Oh dear," comes the sudden voice of the instructor over a tiny speaker. "What a mess. Did both of you come?"
Yamcha pants loudly, his body sluggish while the hormone high of orgasm rolls through his veins. Dimly, he realizes he can push his mouth free of the gag and give the pervert a piece of his mind.
"You creep. Take the cages off us, now!" His voice is deep, affected by the orgasm. Yamcha coughs weakly, ready to try again.
The instructor tuts. "You really need to learn to listen. Did you not hear what I said before? The winner is made when they make their friend come with the cage on. Look at yourselves. This is a tie."
"What?!"
"Take the gag off your friend. I believe he has been trying to warn you."
Yamcha stares Tien and yanks off his gag.
Tien swallows loudly, licking his dry lips. "You idiot, Yamcha. Just couldn't help yourself, huh? The loser is supposed to stay caged for a week, asshole!"
"If it's a tie, then no one loses." Yamcha tries to argue.
"Not so, boys." The instructor grins. "Ah well. You are tough, I'm sure you will survive. Food is on its way, I'm sure the aphrodisiacs will help motivate you to strengthen your skill sets."
Yamcha growls. "This is all your fault, Tien!"
Tien blinks sadly down at his caged cock. "Yeah, okay. Fair enough."