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Tubbo huffed as he gripped the rope in his teeth, pulling it taunt. He was suspended from multiple metallic hooks, in a small hidden away room. He had told Ranboo, who was staying for the week, he was going out for lunch. But really he was, trying to satisfy a different hunger. The brunette didn’t need to know how pent up Tubbo had been, it would probably only make him feel worse. But, here in his little sex sanctum, he could satisfy himself. The ropes, emerald green, drew tight around him, an art he had worked hard on. Pecs, thighs, biceps, even his cock were shown off, and Tubbo could see it all from the mirror below him. He squirmed, hands trapped behind his back, tied at the wrists. He basked in the sensation, eyes going half lidded. It was, kind of pathetic, how repressed he was. His gaze fell on the assortment of 20 or so dildos on the shelves to his side, various other toys lining the walls. He laughed to himself, ‘God Tubs, you really need to get yourself a boyfriend.’
That thought distracted him enough, that the rope to release him, loosened first by the squirming, and then the laughing, swung just a bit too far away. His eyes went wide and he desperately writhed, trying to bite at it. As a result, the green cotton only tightened further, starting to burn as they dug it. Tubbo swallowed thickly, worriedly casting glances around the room. The door was sealed shut…oh gods he had been so sure of this working. He weakly tried to pull his wrists, and just winced. Zero dice. He was trapped fast, with nothing to get him out. His eyes closed again, trying to push past the rising panic. How could he get out of this?
Ropes were far too tight now to let him wiggle out, he had to curse himself for enjoying the feeling of it even as they trapped him. He had made sure there was nothing around sharp to not injure himself, so there was no way he’d be able to try and cut himself free. Phone was a no go, over in his pants folded up on a cushy chair, so he couldn’t get anyone else to help, no. Wait. Shit. He made a noise of rising dissatisfaction. There was exactly one person that could help him out of this. Ranboo was here.
Tubbo had to seriously think of which was better, just staying stuck or….revealing all this to Ranboo. It was hard but, yeah. Ranboo was good at not spilling things out or sharing them. Tubbo swallowed and began to shout out.
(o I o)
Ranboo was just getting some water from the fridge when he heard Tubbo calling for help. He set his glass down and headed outside. Did Tubbo need extra hands for the groceries? He paused at the door, no it was definitely coming from inside…? He went slower coming though, until he had located where the sound was coming through, but it just seemed to be, an empty expanse of wall. But undeniably, Tubbo’s voice was coming from it, muffled. “Come on Ranboo please??? Can you hear me?” He sounded, desperate.
Ranboo called back, “Tubbo? Where are you? Are you like, on the roof or something?” He turned around inspecting everything.”
“No uh….gods…the painting, on the left.” Ranboo turned back, and found a photo of their friend group, Phil, Charlie, Tommy, Tubbo, and him, all smiling together. “There’s a button under it.” Ranboo moved it up, gently and, yeah there one was. He pressed it, and a chunk of the wall slid back. He moved back over and froze.
Tubbo was dangling there, entirely nude. Cock jutting straight down, entire body crisscrossed beautifully with emerald ropes. They looked awfully tight though. As Ranboo’s eyes were drawn away, up to the steel hooks embedded in the ceiling, they began to wander after. This room seemed…well stocked is a kind word. It was, chock full, two shelves in front of Tubbo, stocked with different scented lubes with small labels on them, and then, a ton of dildos on another shelf beside him. Stepping inside, there was even more toys hanging from the black walls. Tubbo’s frustrated half-yelp brought him back, “Ranboo! Can you untie me already?”
Ranboo blinked and just asked, “Tubbo like, what is this?”
“It’s, it’s nothing!” he squirmed lightly to try and face Ranboo, before gasping as the ropes constricted further, forcing him to give up on that. Looking down to try to escape the shame he felt letting one of the guys he admired actually see this. However, he was greeted directly by his own reddened face. He repeated, as much to himself as to Ranboo, “It’s nothing.”
“It, really doesn’t seem like it.” The other said softly, resting a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder, before popping a squat to try and look him in the eyes.
Tubbo reluctantly looked at him, and reiterated, “Seriously, Ranboo. It’s nothing, just, pull that rope down, and I’ll be fine and you can forget this ever happened.” He was expecting, revulsion, disgust, anything along those lines on Ranboo’s face. What he saw instead was, concern
“Tubbo, this isn’t healthy. If you’re into this kind of stuff, you’ve got to do this kind of stuff. He looked over the ropes cutting into the body and winced appreciatively, eyes pointedly looking away when he spotted that flagging cock again. “What would have happened if I wasn’t here?”
Tubbo’s silence spoke for him, Ranboo stood and went to pull the rope before pausing, eyes alighting on some of the labels on the lubes. They were names, and familiar ones. The dildos seemed to have the same. Philza, Charlie, Wilbur, and him, and more of their friends' names…along with others. There were just so many. Ranboo was stunned. This was too much. Tubbo clearly was just driving himself insane. “Come on, just let me go already.” Tubbo pleased.
“No.” Ranboo said softly
“What???” Tubbo questioned, jolting up to look at him.
“I said no. If you won’t, listen to me about this being unsafe and getting someone to help you…I’ll show you. Both how dangerous it is, and…how good it could be.” He let go of the rope, and moved back behind Tubbo, resolving himself under his mask, thin fingers reaching under, and beginning to slowly stroke.
“What, no fucking-aahh-” Tubbo immediately bit his lip hard to stop a bigger moan from spilling out of him. His cock throbbed in Ranboo’s hand, sensitized from all the blood rushing down to it. Ranboo’s other hand traced up the base of the cock, over the balls, and then the taint, delicately dancing around Tubbo’s neglected hole. The sensation was too light and yet already so much.
Ranboo kept stroking, letting pleasure build, as little muffled noises came from Tubbo. When he began to use his limited movent to trust into Ranboo’s hand, he stopped stroking, fingers forming a sheathe for him to rabidly try to wring pleasure out of. It really showed how desperate he was to do so that he could see tha balls pull up in short notice, ready to spill. He quickly took his hands away and stepped back.
What poured out of tubbo wasn’t even rightly a moan. It was a whine, a yelp, a strangled plea desperate for more pleasure. But he just saw Ranboo’s shoes circling around his front.
“See? Unable to really even please yourself. But…” He gripped Tubbo’s chin, drooping again to look him in the eyes. His voice dropped softly, gentle, serious. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes…please.” Tubbo replied, just as softly.
Ranboo nodded, and stood up, moving to brose over the dildos. One caught his eye, set apart from the flesh colored ones. A knotted spiral, alien looking and thick, Ranboo CC emblazoned across the balls. He picked it up and moved to the shelf, grabbing the similarly labeled lube, a lavender and chrysanthemum mixture. He popped it open.
The scent hit, and Tubbo knew more blood rushing along. He had used it frequently enough, that floral scent all too familiar. It was the emptiest of all the bottles on the shelf, but would still hold plenty. He could watch Ranboo walk back around behind him. He felt things resting on him. He was being used like a shelf. That thought sent another tremor of pleasure through him, and his eyes screwed shut. Just to shoot open wide again as cool, lube soaked fingers pushed into his hole.
Ranboo found the entrance easy, pliable. Even with that, he wanted to ensure it was prepared, both for Tubbo’s pleasure, and his own. A third was added, and he began to spear deeper into him, stretching and pulling his fingers apart, the insides slightly rubbing against his digits. He probed deeper and deeper til he found it. He gave it one solitary lingering brush, and then pulled it out.
Tubbo let out another desperate cry, followed by a panted plead, “Booooo, pleeeease, I need it~” His eyes were half lidded, so much sensation, his brain struggling to keep up, cold and hot and tight and painful and good. He had been so close! But again, denied. Then he felt the items lifted off him, and he wished he could see.
Ranboo began applying the lube thoroughly to the monstrous dildo, letting a few tantalizing drops of the cool liquid hit Tubbo’s back, the body jerking helplessly at the unexpected splatter. He began to arrange it, moving one of the ropes that encircled a thigh, unhooking a bit of it, and then bringing it up, planning. Then, the very tip was pressed against the entrance.
Tubbo got to feel it go deep inside him, fingers clenching in their captive tightness. Tubbo didn't focus on the shoes coming around him. Only that dildo, the largest he had, sinking halfway into him, and then out, slickness allowing it to slip out. Just when he thought it would pop out, it seemed to be caught.
Ranboo smirked at the success, the rope braced against the bottom of the alien intrusion. He held it in, and pulled, and it sank right back in! Perfect. Tubbo moaned again, pathetically, and Ranboo ordered, “Open up, as his free hand fiddled with his pants. Tubbo immediately obeyed, and Ranboo winced getting his 7 inches out, cock already achingly hard from this horny display of desperation. He immediately guided it into Tubbo’s mouth, at the same time pulling the rope again.
Both dicks sunk in at the same time, dichotomized, hot and cold, harder and more malleable. Tubbo couldn’t decide which one was better, so he stopped trying to think as all. He began to bob on the thin long length, almost exactly what the replica one looked like, so he was already quite proficient with it. His tongue eagerly swirled over the head, engulfing it in wet warmth right back as the dildo worked open his rear.
It was Ranboo’s turn to moan out, as Tubbo skillfully sucked the shaft, and as a reward, he began to set a pace, thrusting along with pulling, Ranboo fucking the mouth and ass to a rhythm, quick and eager, the better Tubbo did, the faster it went. And Tubbo was perfect. Easily taking the whole shaft down to the wiry pubes, Desperately sucking him off, catching onto the pace increase and taking it. He even began to try and vocalize around the cock. His free hand stroked Tubbo’s cheek and he panted, “C’mon, together now, I’ll count us down.”
“Three.” The cocks slammed in and out, and Tubbo could only rumple and suck, desperate, and overwhelmed with the greatest pleasure of his life.
“Two.” Ranboo had to grit his teeth, holding back, balls tightening to himself, pleasure radiating up from his crotch.
“O-oneh…” The massive black and white cock slammed in and out of the ass again and again, spearing the hole wide around itself, unstoppable, and finally, as the rope was pulled taunt, sinking, over the knotted base, flaring and stretching and hitting.
Zero never came, two intermixed noises made from the deepest throes of pleasure. One release splattering on the mirror that reflected everything. The other flooded into Tubbo’s mouth, which he swallowed, prompting even more to come forth, milking Ranboo of cum and moans at the same time. The other grabbed ahold of the green rope restraints to hold himself up. Weakened by the wonderful orgasm achieved.
They both sat there, in stasis, letting their minds ride out the releases. Then, slowly, Ranboo reached over to pull the rope, gently unraveling the set up, Tubbo sinking down, supported by his other hand. The ropes fell around him, as he settled onto his knees. Ranboo stared, and considered.
Tubbo looked up, finally free, red lines replacing the green all over him, as the restraints fell away. He saw Ranboo discard the mask, and had only a second before their lips were locked. He gave himself, just as easily as they did before.
It lasted minutes, and when Ranboo broke it, he whispered, “Whenever you need this again. Just ask. I loved this. Don’t do it alone. Promise me you’ll not do it again.”
Tubbo responded, voice shakily, and rasped, “Never doing this alone again.”