Final Bondage Tag-Team: Earning Their Way Out Of Male Chastity

By Zatanna Dark

"It started out just like every other Reality TV Show . . . A Bunch of Guys competing for a Girl . . . As always, they weren't fully explained all of the Details . . .

Then their names were replaced with just Numbers 1 - 12 . . . Numbers that were displayed on the fronts of their Locked On Leather Collars . . .

Ok . . . So maybe this Show's a Little Different . . . And the Leather Collars were just the first item to be Locked On . . . A step required to continue were the Chastity Cages with overly complex, wide and odd looking belts . . . almost like Weight Lifters belts . . .

The Three Mistresses with the help of their Servants Quickly Start the Eliminations . . . 12 quickly becomes 11, 10, 9 . . . Often due to the Guys . . . I mean Slaves, own Poor Decisions . . .

It's All Really Very Simple . . . Just do Everything you're Told . . . without Question . . . Always please the Superior Sex . . . Submit to Any Punishment Given and don't Talk back . . . If you want to be The Last Man Kneeling . . ."

Love Zatanna

WARNING: Contains Scenes of, but not limited to - BDSM, Whipping, Caning, Extreme CBT including Needles, Submission, Servitude, . . . Oh, and some Guys chance to Truly Feel the Pains of Monthly Cramps ; )

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zatanna Dark
• Release date: Jan 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005118396

Zatanna Dark

SCROLL TO BOTTOM OF PAGE FOR BOOKS, THANKS, ZATANNAWelcome to My World. I didn't start Truly Living in it myself until Experiencing My first moment of True Helplessness. As we walk the World Day to Day, there's Endless Responsibilities weighing us down. Taking away our Joy. Yes, you can try to enjoy the Day, but what about taking care of this or doing that. Maybe you should be doing all of those things instead of Fully Enjoying your Day . . .Or, we could go to the Bar, do some Drugs, trying to just Relax. Trust me, this doesn't work. The moment you've finally taken enough to Relax, to just forget about your worries, is also the same moment your Senses are so Dulled, you miss or forget the Pleasure. There was your chance to bring back your Joy . . . too bad you won't remember it.Imagine with me a Different and Way Better Option. Imaging the moment where none of your other Endless Responsibilities matter. They just don't matter because even if you wanted to work on them, you can't. There's no Guilt here. When the choice of enjoying every Second of Pleasure becomes Your Only Choice. Now imagine this with all of your Senses Heightened as the Memory of this moment stays with you Long After . . .I'm sharing with my True reasons for enjoying Bondage. To be Tied Helplessly. To Tie Another Helplessly. To be Bound naked Breasts to Breasts while Helpless. To share my Stories of the Helpless with you, My Much Loved Reader. As you can see the Common word is Helpless. Let me explain why you Must be Helpless for the Pleasure to Fully take over your Body, Soul and Mind.For your Mind to Fully enter the World of Pure Pleasure you must first be completely Un-Bound from your Endless Responsibilities. As long as the choice to work on them exists, you will Never be Free of them, not even for a moment. This can Only Happen once you’re Completely, Totally, Utterly Helpless. If you can Houdini your way loose, if you can talk your way out, if you can just use your Puppy Dog Eyes and Sad face to be release, Then You Were Never Helpless.WARNING: Many of my Stories involved No Safe-Word, Not knowing your Safe-Word, being Gagged and unable to say your Safe-Word. This can and is Very Dangerous, as you'll learn through the eyes of some of my Characters. For myself, my Characters and you seeing through their eyes, this takes the overall experience, pain & pleasure to the Next Level. A level that just can't be reached if all they need to do is yell "Purple Banana! Purple Banana!". No Safe-Word = Completely Helpless.If this makes you uncomfortable, it's ok, different kinks. There's endless Books available which I'm sure will meet your specific preferences. For myself and my Characters . . . this is the Path we choose to walk. It's the only Path to Pure Pleasure. Of course, this Path doesn't always end well . . . In fact it can end very badly for those who realized too late . . . where they made that fatal mistake . . .No matter how a story may end for my Character . . . the Journey there will take them to levels of Heightened Senses, Extreme Pleasures & Pains beyond anything they could have experienced when not Helpless. Mind you, neither you nor I will ever be there for a Character's Death. We may watch them heading in what seems like an inevitable path. But it's up to you the reader to finish that part of the Story in your mind. Did they just take their last breath? Did the Maid walk in at the last minute? Did there Lover come back to set them Free? Or to Torture and Tease them more? It's up to you . . . I Trust you . . .Why is Helpless so Important? Right after cuming you try to enjoy it as long as possible, but in the end you pull your Lover's hands, cock or mouth away from your pussy. You turn off the Vibrator, roll over and sleep. You pull your Lover's hands or mouth away from you cock. It just feels too good and you couldn't take it anymore . . . so you make them stop, you make it stop . . .Ask yourself: What would have just happened had I Not had a Choice to make it stop? What would of the rest of that Roller Coaster Ride of Pleasure been like? How many levels of Pleasure beyond what just happen are there? How far could I've gone if the Choice to make it stop Didn't Exist? Unless you are Truly Helpless . . . you will never know.I wish to Thank You Greatly for making it to the end of my bio. Hopefully it gave you Pain and Pleasure, if not, at least a Tingle! Lastly, if you're unable to experience this type of Pleasure that comes with Helplessness in your World, you're Always Welcome to enjoy through my Mind, my Eyes . . .I Love you, ZatannaP.S. Am pretty sure you deserve a Good, Long and Hard Spanking . . .

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FINAL

BONDAGE

TAG-TEAM

EARNING THEIR

WAY OUT OF

MALE CHASTITY

Zatanna Dark

This Book is Dedicated to Alan Tegel.

Without whom, this Story

would have Never been told.

I wish to Thank You Alan, for Pushing

Me to Spread my Wings Even Further.

© 2022 Zatanna Dark

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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ENTRANCES . . .

I’ve watched a Show being Filmed before . . . but I’ve never been in front of the cameras like we’re about to be. Open, real, honest, with nothing hidden. With so many Reality Shows out there . . . I guess the odds of me being on one weren’t too crazy.

The line of Guys, or Men, depending upon what you want to call them, seem to be a very wide collection. Guess if you were going to have twelve Guys on a Show fighting over a Girl, this would be the variety you’d want.

Thinking of every Boy Band Ever, there’s always a variety to appeal to the vast array of viewers. It’s just Human Nature to want such a thing. None of us have been given too many details. I’d like to think this would be just like every other show.

Except the numbered collars already have me questioning that already. All black leather and locked on each of us. Not sure of his name, but the would be number 11 refused when they were about to add the lock.

Guess it’s nice to know you can always just say No if you feel things aren’t within your comfort zone. He did earn first physical contact as those redheaded, sexy as ever, Twins walked him away. Bet he’s getting lucky with them right now.

Number 3! Get moving! The Clipboard Girl had already waved 1 & 2 onto the Set and I was holding up the line. Sorry! With a bit of an uncalled for snide look, she responded with, Better be.

I along with Numbers 4 thru 12, of course, minus 11, join 1 and 2 who were already on the Set. It feels odd referring to everyone by number, but without knowing anyone’s actual names, it does kinda make it easier . . . especially with the numbers right on the fronts of everyone’s collars.

Entering the Set or the Stage . . . not sure which it is, the lights are pretty bright. Looking down, I see pretty large circles on the floor. Each with a number in the middle.

Didn’t need any explanation or guidance as I quickly made my way to circle number 3. Seems everyone else didn’t fully grasp the simplicity of this concept.

{Smack!} Clipboard Girl smacked Number 12 really hard on the ass with her Tool of the Trade . . . her clipboard! Number 12, who was standing in circle number 11, was raising his hand in anger! You Fucking Bitch!

A very powerful voice said, Girls! The redheaded Twins moved in quickly from behind the camera area. This time I was allowed the visual pleasure of their white spandex covered bodies as they entered the spotlights! Wow Leaked out, but quietly.

Number 12 was about to get violent with Clipboard Girl! I wasn’t sure the Twins, as much as they had their Cross-Fit bodies, could stop him! That was until the surprise of the day ran out from backstage . . .

Quadruplets? No f’n way! Also with equally as intense of red hair, tight white spandex bodysuits, and just as extremely fit bodies as the first pair! Wow Ok, that one wasn’t as quiet. I need to be more careful. I need to stay respectful of their beauty.

Still, with the Quad fast approaching and obviously powerful enough to take Number 12 down. I didn’t see them reaching him quick enough! Turns out, Clipboard Girls foot ended the standoff as it was buried deep into 12’s balls!

The tall and scary tower that was Number 12, opened his mouth to scream, but not a sound emerged. As both hands tried to find his balls, he slowly tipped to the side.

Timber! was perfectly timed by Number 4, seconds before he started to fall. Almost as if it was slow motion, the tower of a man, eyes wide open, pain crossing his face. Then it sped back up and 12 hit the wooden floor of the Set fast and hard!

Number 4! Sounds the powerful voice. That was a good one. But next time . . . you don’t speak without permission. You’re all still learning . . . so I’ll allow it this time.

In any other place,