Sub Meets Sub – Tied in Temptation
(Story written by a tourist visiting Toronto: @precioushimbo)
I’d been in Toronto for a few days, soaking in the city’s vibe but there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind. A fantasy I never thought would actually happen! I took a shot and reached out to one of the most well-known chastity subs and TPE relationships around — Zack & Declan!
I’ve fantasized about this since I got X. Zack is on X and his owner is on 🦋 with the same profile handle: @jktoronto11 (If you don’t follow them, then do it!)
I had to message Declan for final approval, I Flirted, teased, maybe begged a little… and to my surprise, he replied.
We chatted. Fast. Filthy.
An hour or so later, Zack actually showed up at my Airbnb by Declan’s orders. I was shocked!
And yes – he was locked tight 🔒
Fckk, the second I saw him, all I wanted was to bend him over and claim that ass. But I was locked too. Two caged boys, desperate and denied—what could we even do? Still, I tried to play alpha, tested my dominance on him… but he laughed. Turns out being owned in a full-on, no-limits Total Power Exchange made my little power plays seem like child’s games. He didn’t belong to me, I didn’t belong to him our bodies and desires were already owned by others.
And boy, that made it hotter.
The more we talked, the more I felt myself slipping. I was now in the same room asking questions about his life. My head spinning, cock aching, precum dripping constantly. I wanted to be his, even if he was the sub. I craved his control. It didn’t make sense—but I needed it.
Before I knew it, I was cuffed to a chair. Helpless. Horny. Hooked.
We kept talking, teasing, testing limits while I squirmed in my restraints. I felt exposed, vulnerable—and then there was a knock at the door.
My heart stopped. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
My hands were cuffed behind the chair, ankles bound, and a hood over my head left me blind to the world. Vulnerable. Exposed. The tension in the room was thick, and then a knock on the door.
Zack paused. “You expecting someone?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
He checked the peephole and opened the door. I couldn’t see, but I could feel the shift in the air immediately. A new presence entered.
Then a voice: smooth, amused. “Well, well… look at you, babe, playing boss with the tourist. He looks good.”
My heart jumped. I knew that voice wasn’t just anyone. That had to be him—Zack’s Dom. I was stunned. What were the odds? How did I end up in this position?
There was kissing. Intimate. Intense. I could hear everything. Then, the hood was lifted.
And there he was. Declan.
He looked down at me with a calm authority that made me sit a little straighter, despite the cuffs. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t dare.
“Untie him,” he told Zack.
No argument. No hesitation. I was free.
“Hand me the cuffs,” Declan said next. “Both of you—stand in front of each other. Hands on your heads.”
We obeyed. Still silent, still charged with energy.
With skilled hands, Declan clipped a single cuff that locked us together in a very intimate way. He tucked the key into his pocket and said casually, “I’m heading out for lunch—and I need to stop at the store. Talk. Connect. You’re not going anywhere.”
Then he left.
We waited. We talked. We laughed a bit at the absurdity of it all, but underneath that was something real—a spark. We ended up lying on the bed, close, lips brushing. Not fully free, but not trapped either. Just… connected.
Two hours passed before another knock broke the stillness. It was Declan, back.
“Living room,” he ordered. We followed—awkwardly, given our joined state.
“Zack, on your knees.”
As he dropped, I had to drop too, still bound to him.
“Show your friend what devotion looks like.”
As he said that, Zack pulled his cock from his jeans and started to suck. I was then told to place my hands behind my back and watch and not say a word. He sucked him for about 10 minutes and then the moaning started and Zack started to swallow.
Declan turned to me next. “Your turn. Show your respect., clean my cock!”
I did.
When it was over, he tossed the key between us.
“Unlock yourselves. We’re heading out. Nice to meet you, boy. Enjoy Toronto. Zack may keep in touch—I’ll allow it.”
And then they left. I remained on my knees for a moment, breathless, overwhelmed. Alone, but changed.
The End.
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