Note: This is a continuation of a long running story. To start at the very beginning, click here.

By Takeo

Day 4 – Friday June 14th – An Unexpected Morning

I am still on this rock face that seems endless. My harness is a little too tight and is rubbing against my thighs. But I cannot adjust it now, I need both hands to keep climbing. I’m starting to feel my muscles; it must be three hours since I started the climb. The air is hot and heavy, despite the altitude, and I’m sweating profusely. My hands are clammy. I’m no expert climber, but I enjoy it and am starting to gain quite a bit of experience. This route is clearly the most challenging I have tackled so far. Perhaps too challenging. I hope I can make it to the top without too much trouble. There is no escape route on this climb; once you start, you have to continue to the end.

My thighs hurt and I need a break. I fix one last piton, attach my short rope to it with a carabiner and gently let myself sit down in my harness. I shake both arms to relax them. I drink a little and enjoy the landscape. The mountains are magnificent at this time of year. The snow is not far off, and this will probably be the last outing before the start of the ski season. I take advantage of this break to adjust my harness. I place my feet against the wall and stretch my legs to relieve the tension on the thigh straps. I loosen the one on my right leg slightly, then do the same on the left.

Just as I was about to sit back down in my harness, I glance at the piton supporting my entire body weight and my breath catches in my throat when I see that it is protruding a few centimetres from the rock face. I do not have time to react before the piton tears out of the rock face. I am thrown backwards into the void.

I wake up abruptly. It is dark and I am surrounded by total silence. I am hot and sweating profusely. I want to sit up to turn on the lamp on my bedside table, but I cannot. In fact, I am completely immobile except for my head, but I can feel a cloth on it.

My thoughts are confused, as they often are when you wake up from a nightmare. But this time it is not just confusion, my body is actually restrained.

It takes me a moment to regain my senses and remember reality; I am not in my bed in my flat, but in Berlin, in the middle of a bondage/SM session, in a playroom, in the position Sir Flo and Franz left me in for the night.

I am naked in a leather bondage sack, my arms trapped in the inner sleeves, the bag tightly closed and tied up and itself secured to the bondage table on which I am lying. A leather hood with just an opening for my mouth has been placed over my head. I am completely blind. I pull at my bonds, but nothing moves.

I am sweating profusely inside the bag, and I feel the need to change position, but it is impossible. I have lost track of time, but I know that I have been tied up in this bag for several hours. Is it morning already? I doubt I slept in this position all night without waking up. More reasonably, I probably went through a sleep cycle and woke up at the end of deep sleep. Which would mean that Sir Flo is not ready to wake up yet.

I try to adjust my position, obviously without success. The feel of the leather of the bag, its smell, the confinement and immobilisation excite me, despite the late hour. When my cock gets hard, I remember that Sir Flo had not put it back in its cage or back inside the bag. At that moment, I have only one desire: for someone to grab my cock and jerk me off until I come. But instead, my cock stands motionless and vulnerable in the cold air of the playroom.

Time passes and I gently fall back asleep. However, I am unable to sink into a deep sleep as before, I remain in a limbo, neither awake nor asleep. I try to force my mind to focus on positive thoughts to help me fall asleep, but uncontrollably, my thoughts always return to what I have been through during the last few days and what is still to come.

The night seems endless. At this point, I think I prefer the situation I was in a few days before when I was tied up facing a clock and aware of the passing of time. Ignorance is ultimately much more difficult to deal with.

The night gives me plenty of time to indulge in my deepest fantasies. My mind is constructing a scenario in which I am in a kind of military camp, among a team of recruits who are completely submissive to strict and harsh officers. I find myself in a situation similar to the one I am actually in, strapped into a bondage bag on a table surrounded by uniformed officers who are looking at me with sadistic expressions. A captain grabs my cock and leans close to my ear.

‘So, boy, did you sleep well? You seem to like this position, don’t you?’

I recognise Franz’s voice. But it is not his face. I do not understand what’s going on.

‘You seem to be very excited,’ whispers the officer as he jerks my stiff cock.

Suddenly, the images become blurry, then black. I open my eyes, but I am still in complete darkness inside my leather hood.

‘I’d never seen a guy get a hard-on in his deep sleep before, but apparently it’s possible.’

Franz’s voice echoes in my ear. I realise that reality has mixed with my dream when I feel Franz’s hand jerking off my cock.

I am relieved to hear him in reality. It must be morning, and he has come to pick me up for my daily workout, like the previous days.

Without either of us saying a word, he continues to jerk me off. Slowly, calmly. Despite the tight bondage I have been in for some time now, probably more than 12 hours, I am relaxed, as if in a trance, totally enjoying the moment.

Just as I feel myself about to come, Franz stops moving and lets go of my cock.

‘Don’t think you’re going to be able to come as much as yesterday, boy, don’t kid yourself.’

Franz grabs my head with one of his hands and forces me to turn it in his direction.

‘Open up!’ he orders curtly.

I obey and open my mouth. Franz immediately shoves his stiff cock into it.

“Sir Flo’s orders. From now on, we’re both going to be in chastity. But first, we’re both entitled to one last orgasm. So do your best!”

Franz thrusts back and forth steadily and forcefully. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. I almost throw up several times, but I hold back. Franz’s cock is rock hard, and I can feel his veins on my lips. My vision is still completely obstructed by the hood, but I can feel Franz’s gaze on me and his excitement.

‘You’d better swallow it all, boy!’

No sooner has Franz finished his sentence than he tenses up, stops his cock deep in my throat and cums with several loud, hoarse groans. I feel his hot semen flowing down my throat. I have no choice but to swallow, taking care not to bite Franz’s cock. This is the first time a guy has come like this directly down my throat. I feel ashamed and humiliated. But also extremely turned on to have endured this without being able to do anything about it, tied up and completely at Franz’s mercy.

I want to come too. I want Franz to take my cock in his hot, wet mouth and make me come the same way. After all, that’s what he said, I will be allowed to come before being put back in the cage, then released to go to the gym.

Franz finally removes the leather hood that has been covering my face since the night before. The light is dim in the playroom and my eyes quickly adjust to the brightness and I see Franz standing next to me, completely naked, his cock still half-erect at face level, his lean, muscular body towering over me. He gives me two small slaps on my left cheek, then firmly grabs my jaw between his hands.

‘So, boy, did you swallow it all?’

‘Yes, Alpha.’

I receive a good, firm slap, clearly not meant to please me. I understand immediately.

‘Thank you, Alpha,’ I add respectfully.

Franz moves to the back of the playroom and returns with a chastity cage. It looks very similar to the model I wore the previous days, the type of ‘cobra’ cage made by kink3d, but this one is made of polished metal.

He stands next to me again and starts to put the cage on. He does it with a dexterity that shows he seems used to doing it. After locking it, he gives me a sarcastic look and says:

‘It’s 7 o’clock, boy, it’s time for your lunch.’

‘What about me then?’ I reply without thinking too much, thinking only of releasing myself.

Instantly, I see Franz’s face harden and he grabs my balls in his powerful hand and squeezes them hard. Intense pain fills my lower abdomen and I scream as I try to sit up, but the bondage prevents me from doing so.

‘Did you forget your manners during the night, boy?’ he says, continuing to crush my balls.

‘No, Alpha.’

He tightens his grip even more, the pain is hard.

‘What?’

‘Sorry, Alpha, I didn’t mean to be rude, I apologise, Alpha, it won’t happen again.’

‘That’s better,’ he said, loosening his grip.

‘So, boy, what did you want to say?’

‘Sorry, Alpha, but you said earlier that I could also cum before being put back in the cage, so I was hoping that would be the case.’

‘It will be, boy, but not right away.’

‘So I’ll be able to go to the gym without the cage, Alpha?’

‘Tsk, tsk, tsk, who said we were going to the gym now? You are required to have one session per day, but it’s not time yet.’

Franz disappears from the playroom and returns with a small container and a straw.

‘Eat up, there won’t be anything else this morning.’

I take the straw in my mouth and suck up the content. It must be a protein drink again. Once I have finished the mixture, Franz gives me water to drink.

I am starting to get nervous. This isn’t really what you do to a guy you plan to untie. But my muscles are stiff and I am starting to have trouble holding this position for so long.

‘There you go, boy. See you later. We’ll be back when Sir Flo wakes up.’

Franz turns around and heads for the door.

‘Alpha?’ I dare to ask, hoping I am not being impertinent this time.

‘Yes, boy?’

‘I really need to pee.’

‘I know, boy, and so do I, for that matter. But it’s a formal order from Sir Flo, no peeing for either of us until he allows us to, sorry, boy.’

With that, Franz turns off the light and leaves the playroom, closing the door behind him, leaving me in total darkness.

I have always told myself that it is better not to try to anticipate the dom’s intentions, so as not to hope for things that ultimately do not happen, or happen differently. But after spending the entire evening and night tied up in this position, and after the last few days of forced training with Franz, I really expected to be released once the day came.

I pull on my bonds to try to loosen the bag so that I can move my limbs a little and change position, but it is no use, the bondage is really too tight.

My cock is still outside the bag, still half hard. With nothing to focus on, my urge to piss becomes more and more pressing. I hold back because I can only imagine the consequences if I were to piss myself.

Yet I cannot help thinking that this is precisely Sir Flo’s intention. To put me in a position where I am forced to make a mistake, for which he will have a reason and plenty of time to punish me. However, in that case, I do not understand why he would impose the same constraint on Franz.

Once again, my thoughts drift off into a kind of parallel universe, aided by my lack of sleep last night. I relax and float between two worlds, carried along by the passing of time.

Until the door opens again and the light returns to the playroom. I squint to adjust to the light and then see Sir Flo and Franz standing next to me.

Florian is dressed in full leather: trousers, shirt and waistcoat, with a cap on his head. I cannot see his feet, but I assume he is wearing a pair of combat boots or boots. Franz, meanwhile, is wearing a leather jockstrap through which I can guess his metal cage and a harness with wide, thick straps. A thick leather collar is locked around his neck with a metal padlock.

‘So, did you sleep well, boy?’ Sir Flo asks me.

‘As well as it’s possible to sleep in this position, Sir,’ I reply.

Florian runs his hand over my face and gives me two little slaps. Then he grabs my balls.

‘They still seem a little full to me, we’ll have to take care of that. But first, I imagine you need to take a piss?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I reply, staring at the ceiling, concentrating so as not to cry out because of his grip on my balls.

Franz had moved behind me and as soon as I finished my answer, he put a gag in my mouth. The same one I had worn last night when I was forced to drink Florian and Franz’s piss, already tied up in the same bondage bag, secured to the same table, in the same position, unable to move an inch since then.

When Franz surprisingly did not untie me this morning and expressly conveyed Florian’s order that we were not allowed to piss, I naturally assumed that I was going to serve as their urinal again and mentally prepared myself for the idea. However, as Franz puts the gag in my mouth and Florian attaches the sheath to my penis, I cannot help but dread the moment when the acrid liquid will invade my mouth. Even though I have had to do it several times since I arrived, I still dread it just as much.

‘Go on, boy, you can do it,’ Florian says to me once everything is in place.

When I had to drink my two doms’ piss, I had no choice but to swallow whatever came into my mouth. Having to decide on my own to piss, knowing that the liquid will end up in my mouth, is much more difficult. I do not really dare to let go until Sir Flo grabs my balls again.

“Boy, if I were you, I’d hurry up a bit, you’re not the only one waiting to piss.”

And he tightens his grip even more. Pain floods my lower abdomen and I resign myself to my fate. The excitement of the humiliation has caused me to start to get an erection and I cannot just relax and let it flow. I force myself, my balls still squeezed by Florian’s powerful hand, until I finally feel the liquid starting to come out. It takes a moment for the liquid to fill my mouth, triggering a reflex of disgust. I want to spit it all out, but of course I cannot; I am forced to swallow everything that comes. And now that the flow has started, I can no longer hold back, the need to empty my bladder being too great.

Florian gently loosens his grip once he sees that the process has begun. He takes my jaw in his hand and forces me to look in his direction, while I continue to swallow the continuous flow coming into my mouth. I do not know how much I have pissed, but I feel like it is never going to stop.

When the flow stops, Sir Flo gives me a satisfied look and then turns to Franz, who has been watching the scene. His cock seems hard in its cage; he clearly seems to have enjoyed the show.

‘Now it’s your turn,’ he says, removing the sheath from my cock. ‘But with your cage, it’s not going to work like that.’

Florian detaches the hose from my gag and goes to fetch something from the playroom. He returns with a kind of large funnel which he attaches to my gag. A strap hangs from the funnel, probably to secure it to the top of the skull in case the head is in an upright position, but useless in my case. Florian holds the urinal in his hand and with the other hand pulls down Franz’s jockstrap, grabs his caged cock and pulls it until it is above me.

‘Go on, let yourself go.’

This time, I am not the one controlling the flow, and it doesn’t take long before I hear the sound of liquid hitting the funnel, then feel Franz’s warm, disgusting piss entering my mouth.

The flow is much faster than when I was pissing, so I force myself to swallow as quickly as possible, while doing my best to avoid choking, which isn’t easy in this horizontal position. The taste of his piss is even stronger than mine. But I have no choice but to keep up. I do not know how much I have to swallow, but it seems to go on for hours. Until finally Franz reaches the end, pulls back and puts his caged cock back in his jockstrap, giving me a satisfied smile. Satisfied that he was able to let go, and satisfied that he humiliated me.

I feel bloated and full. Neither of us has pissed since last night, and there must have been a lot. Even if it had not been piss but water, I would have been full already. So with piss and the feeling of disgust, it is even worse.

‘Okay, now it’s my turn,’ says Florian. I won’t be able to take the same amount again, I feel like I am going to throw up. But how can I tell Sir Flo without risking punishment or without risking the whole session being stopped?

‘On your knees, boy,’ he says to Franz. Franz, a little surprised, takes a moment to comply, then kneels down next to me and mechanically places his hands behind his back. Florian disappears from my view for a moment, then returns and quickly puts a pair of handcuffs on Franz’s wrists.

Then he walks over to me, removes my gag and turns around.

‘Open up,’ he orders Franz sternly.

Franz, as surprised as I am by the turn of events, replies:

‘But Master, you know very well that pissing isn’t for…’

‘Open up!’ he says again, louder.

Franz has no choice but to open his mouth, into which Florian immediately inserts the gag and ties it behind his head with his expert hands. He then attaches the funnel strap to the top of his head and stands in front of him.

As Florian walks back in front of Franz and takes his cock out of his trousers, our eyes meet and I can see the apprehension in his eyes. Paying no attention to my alpha’s concern, Sir Flo immediately starts pissing into the funnel, as he would into a urinal. But Franz has trouble swallowing and nearly chokes several times.

‘Let yourself go, I know you don’t like it, but you have no choice, it’s your destiny as a submissive.’

Franz seems to regain control of himself, but quickly struggles again. This time he seems to choke and bends forward, out of my field of vision. Florian looks at him disdainfully as he continues to piss on him.

‘For a first experience, we cannot say it’s been conclusive. But don’t worry, you’ll learn,’ he says, shaking his cock to get the last drops out. He takes a key out of his pocket and throws it on the floor.

‘Now clean up this mess.’

Our eyes meet again as Franz stands up, and I can see in him all the humiliation of the situation. The image of the strong, confident Franz is shattered. He looks so vulnerable like this, his hands cuffed behind his back, the funnel gag in his mouth, piss dripping down his hair and face. Vulnerable, but above all humiliated. Humiliated for having to drink Florian’s piss, humiliated for not being able to do it, and humiliated for doing it in front of me. But I also see a kind of anger in his eyes when he looks at me, as if I were responsible for the situation he has been put in.

Florian leaves the playroom and leaves me alone with Franz. Franz picks up the key that Flo had thrown on the floor and gets up. He has the key in one hand and is trying to insert it into the lock on the handcuffs, which seems far from easy. I have a direct view of his muscular buttocks, highlighted by the straps of his jockstrap. The view excites me and I feel my already stiff cock getting even harder.

Once he has managed to free himself, Franz removes his gag, then moves closer to me and places his head above mine.

‘So, boy, I guess you enjoyed the show? Did you like seeing me used like that?’

The question is a trap… I can tell that Franz is upset by the situation and I am afraid to say something that will make him angry. Not so much because I am afraid of possible reprisals, but because I get the impression that Franz didn’t take what just happened very well and I do not want to hurt him.

So I decide to be honest.

‘Yes, Alpha, I liked it. I especially liked seeing you tied up and wearing a jockstrap, you look very hot like that. And I liked the fact that Florian made you do something you probably do not like, but you still went as far as you could.’

‘Good answer, boy. It’s true that piss isn’t my thing. But I am glad you at least enjoyed the show,’ he says, winking at me. ‘On the other hand, the taste is really disgusting. Open your mouth.’

I don’t understand what he’s getting at, but I do as I am told.

‘More!’

I open my mouth as wide as I can, as if the dentist were going to inspect every corner of it.

Franz stands over me and lets a trickle of saliva fall into my mouth. It is the first time a guy has spat on me like that. It is not as disgusting as piss, but the humiliation is just as great. Franz repeats it several times. His saliva tastes like Flo’s piss.

‘You like piss, judging by how much you can swallow, you little bastard.’

It is the first time Franz has ever spoken to me like this. I do not know if I am supposed to answer or if it was a rhetorical question. But Franz grabs my jaw with his powerful hand and squeezes.

‘So, boy, you really are a little shit, aren’t you?’

‘No, Alpha, I don’t like piss at all. I’ve almost choked on it many times, I hate it.’

‘That wasn’t the question, boy. Answer: are you a little disgusting?’

‘No, Alpha, I am not a…’

Franz puts his powerful grip around my throat and squeezes it so that I cannot breathe.

‘Boy?’

I realise that Franz doesn’t care about my opinion and that I’d better tell him what he wants to hear.

‘Yes, Alpha, I am a dirty guy who likes piss,’ I managed to squeeze out of my constricted throat.

Then Franz released his grip.

‘Good boy, you see, I knew you liked that,’ he concluded, giving me two little slaps on the cheek.

It may not seem like much, but I had never had an experience like this before. Being forced to say that I was a dirty guy who liked piss, which was obviously completely outside my usual vocabulary, seemed even more humiliating to me than actually drinking piss.

Franz leaves the playroom and returns with a towel, which he uses to mop up the remains of Florian’s piss from the floor. I admire his muscular body, perfectly highlighted by the jockstrap and harness. My cock is still hard. I feel like I have had a permanent erection since Florian and Franz came back into the playroom.

During this break, I feel my muscles aching again. I cannot wait for Franz to untie me so I can change position and relieve my muscles, even though I know I’ll probably be tied up in some other way.

‘So, little whore, you said you like piss?’ Franz says as he gets up.

Without giving me time to answer, he rubs the towel soaked with Florian’s piss, which he used to mop the floor, over my face. The smell fills my nostrils. I try to pull away, but it is no use. I am completely at Franz’s mercy. He presses the towel against my face, forcing me to try to breathe through it. The cold piss drips into my mouth. I cannot stand the smell and taste any longer.

‘Judging by your cock, you really like it.’

Indeed, as disgusted as I am, I am also excited. Franz then releases his grip and, with one last satisfied smile, leaves the playroom.

I am left alone, lying in my bondage bag tied to the table in the playroom, my head spinning a little. It must have been a while since Franz came to wake me up, and yet I am still tied there, not knowing what to expect. I am sweating in the bag. My sweat mixes with the dried sweat from the many hours spent in this airtight cocoon. Only my cock feels the cool air of the playroom.

I do not know how long I am left like this. Maybe half an hour passes before Florian and Franz come back in, still dressed the same way. Franz’s smell makes me think he was not allowed to take a shower.

With determined steps, they approach me, each on one side of the table to which I am tied. They begin to untie the ropes that secure the bag to the table. I am so relieved to finally be able to get out of what has become a real predicament, to feel the tension gently easing, that I dare, without asking permission to speak, to say, ‘Thank you, Sir and Alpha.’

‘You’ll thank us when we’re done, boy,’ Sir Flo replies with a smirk.

Florian and Franz are at my feet, and I expect the next rope to be untied to be the one placed in a zigzag pattern on the bag itself. But things do not turn out as I had imagined. Instead of removing the ropes completely, Florian and Franz take care to tighten them even more. Link by link, they apply strong tension to secure me to the table, working their way up from my feet towards my head, parallel on the left and right sides. I feel the tension increasing inexorably. I would like to protest, but I know that any resistance is futile, and if they are securing me to this table again, it is because they have something in mind; so I had better not risk giving them an excuse to punish me. But I accept it: I am not going to be freed anytime soon.

It is true that Franz loosened the ropes a little before going to sleep last night, but the technique they are using to tighten them now makes the tension even stronger than yesterday evening.

Once they reach my shoulders, they apply the same principle to the zigzag rope of the bag, sealing me in my cocoon so tightly that I have trouble breathing. I inflate my chest to try to keep a little room, but my two doms tighten the rope a little more with each exhalation, leaving me no room at all.

Once they are done, they take a step back to admire their work.

‘Well done, boy,’ Florian compliments Franz.

I have never been so confined. Except for my head, I cannot move a single muscle. But worse, my entire body is compressed. Every part of it is subject to the tension of the ropes, as if I were a few hundred metres underwater.

‘Can you breathe, boy?’ Florian asks me, looking at me.

‘With difficulty, Sir.’ I have learned from my experiences over the last few days that it is in my best interest to be honest and that there is no point in playing the tough guy. Only then might Florian be able to ease my position a little. But against all odds, he replies:

‘Enjoy breathing, it’ll be even harder later.’ With that, he slips the enormous leather gag I wore yesterday over my head and skilfully secures it around my neck.

He turns around and goes to fetch something out of my field of vision. When he comes back, he hands Franz a small box with cables and a few plastic parts. Then he approaches me and whispers, while tenderly stroking my hair.

“This is an electro device, boy. One part is attached to the base of your glans and the other around your pubis. Plus an electrode on each ball. I would have put an electroplug in your arse, but you look so comfortable that it would be a pity to untie you. You’re allowed to come before your cock goes back into its cage, but do not count on us to touch your cock, you’ll have to do it yourself.”

Meanwhile, I feel Franz working on my cock to attach the device. I try to lift my head to see what it looks like, but I cannot.

Once he is finished, Franz hands the box to Florian and stands in a waiting position next to me. I have a view of his muscular arse, which turns me on. Florian notices my gaze.

‘He’s got a great arse, doesn’t he?’ he asks me.

‘Yef, fir,’ I muffle through my gag without hesitation. Franz, who had turned his head at Florian’s remark, cannot help but give me a slightly indignant look, as if my position means I should not be allowed to be turned on by his body.

‘I think we could put him to work. Alpha, take off the boy’s gag.’

I can tell that Franz is just as surprised as I am, and it takes him a few seconds to react and come behind me to remove the large gag that fills my mouth and has just been put in place. Clearly, this time he is not aware of Florian’s plans.

‘Thank you, Alpha,’ I say as soon as I am able.

Florian grabs Franz by the collar and pulls him firmly in my direction.

‘Climb up,’ he orders him. Now I understand what Sir Flo meant. Franz climbs onto the table. ‘Stand facing the door, feet on either side of his head.’

From where I am, I can see Franz standing above me, his legs slightly apart, his feet next to my head. He is wearing black leather combat boots. His buttocks are accentuated by the straps of his jockstrap, the chastity cage hidden by the thick leather pouch.

‘Crouch down and sit on his face,’ Florian orders Franz.

Franz begins by placing his knees on me at shoulder height. He does it gently, and I can tell he is taking precautions not to hurt me and to find a good position, despite the rather cramped space. I see his buttocks approaching my face. I have already been forced to lick Franz’s arse yesterday, or maybe the day before, I am not sure I remember. But in this position, tied to this table without being able to move a muscle, this guy ready to sit on my face while Florian watches the scene, I feel totally humiliated.

‘Stand up, Alpha, not like that, get into a squatting position,’ I hear Flo order Franz.

Franz straightens up, spreads his feet a little wider and bends his knees to get into position. I see his arse slowly approaching my face. Franz is probably taking malicious pleasure in not going too fast, so as to increase the pressure on my side. With this position, the lower he goes, the more his buttocks naturally spread apart, revealing a hairless crack and hole. I can feel Florian watching the scene with relish. I do not need to see him to know that it is turning him on.

‘Stop!’ Florian shouts just before my nose is buried between his buttocks.

Franz’s muscles tense and he stops before touching my face.

Florian approaches and leans his head in front of Franz to get a full view.

‘Stick out your tongue,’ he orders me.

I feel completely helpless in my leather prison. The idea of a man sitting on my face is already very humiliating in itself, but having to stick out my tongue when his arsehole is only a few centimetres away, I feel like I cannot do it.

‘Come on, boy, go on, don’t keep me waiting,’ Florian says.

‘My muscles are starting to get sore,’ Franz adds.

I am not worried about Franz. With his muscles and training, he can hold this position much longer than that.

Yet I cannot stick out my tongue. I do not know why, but I am completely frozen, unable to take another step in that direction, even though I know deep down that I will not have a choice.

‘Come on, boy, last warning.’ Florian’s voice is softer. But I cannot do it. I am completely paralysed by the situation, panicking. My brain does not know what to do. Part of me wants to satisfy Florian, but the humiliation of the moment is such that I am completely paralysed.

‘Okay, we’ll use another method then. Don’t move,’ he says to Franz. ‘And put your hands behind your head.’

Franz is still squatting a few inches away from me, wearing a jockstrap and harness, his hands behind his head. I cannot see him, but I would bet his fingers are interlocked. He must look sexy in that position, by the way…

Suddenly, I feel a tingling sensation on my cock and balls. Florian has switched on the electrical box. At first it is quite mild, but quickly the intensity increases and becomes painful. Very painful.

‘I’ve set it to 6, boy. Now either you stick out your tongue and I’ll turn it down, or I’ll turn it up to 10.’

I am trapped. I have no choice. So I stick out my tongue.

‘More, boy.’

I stick it out a little further until it touches the crack of Franz’s bum. He adjusts his position slightly so that his hole is easily accessible to my tongue.

‘Oh fuck!’ I hear Franz say. He seems to like it.

The shocks to my cock and balls stop. Florian must be satisfied.

‘Go on, boy, lick your alpha well, he deserves a reward,’ Florian says, positioning himself above my head. ‘And you, keep your hands behind your head,’ he says to Franz. ‘You’re supposed to be athletic, let’s see how long you can hold this position.’

My reluctance and disgust at licking a guy’s arse gives way to resignation, and Franz’s moans of pleasure help me relax and make me want to give him pleasure. Gently, Franz moves closer to my head, allowing me to do my job as a boy better.

‘No sitting on his face, boy, hold on with your muscles, you don’t do all those sessions at the gym for nothing.’

I start to feel a tingling sensation on my cock. A bit like a slight irritation that itches. I want to take my cock in my hands, but my arms are trapped in the inner sleeves of my bondage bag and I cannot move. The tingling gradually increases.

‘Don’t forget to keep licking, boy.’

The sensation of the electric current on my cock had made me forget my task, which I resume without delay.

I imagine the scene as if I were watching it from the outside. Me tied up in my bondage bag and Franz crouching over my face, hands behind his head, biting his lips with pleasure.

I do my best. Once the initial humiliation has passed, I admit that the sensation is not unpleasant. Franz’s arse is perfectly smooth and clean, his body language conveying the pleasure rising within him, which motivates me to apply myself even more. The tingling sensation on my cock increases, and I have to concentrate to remember not to stop licking the hole with the tip of my tongue.

‘Go on, boy, penetrate his hole with your tongue,’ Sir Flo orders me.

Looking back on it now, as I write this story, that order seems totally inappropriate and disgusting. But in the heat of the moment, I do not even think about it. Sir Flo’s calm voice commands respect, and I know I have no choice but to obey. Not just for fear of punishment, but also and above all because I want to make my Sir proud of me and to please him. Pleasure because I am well aware that he is getting off on watching me tied to this table, licking the hole of this guy I did not even know a week ago. And it helps me to see that Franz’s hole is perfectly clean.

With my tongue, I find his hole and apply pressure. I cannot get in, and Franz gets up and repositions himself. I notice that he spreads his feet, opening his butt crack a little more. And this time he sits practically on my face, positioning himself so that his hole is in the right place.

I get back to work and again find his hole and apply pressure. This time it opens up a little and my tongue begins to slide inside.

Franz lets out a groan of pleasure, and Sir Flo understands that I have succeeded.

‘Good, boy, good. Go on, give your Alpha pleasure, and maybe you’ll get a reward.’

I focus on discovering this new sensation, and Franz’s reactions of pleasure excite me as much as the feeling of humiliation at being forced to penetrate a man with my tongue. Franz’s cock must be pounding against his cage, and I can imagine his frustration at not being able to take it in his hand and wank himself off.

‘I am going to come, Sir,’ Franz says to Florian.

‘No way!’ comes the curt reply. ‘Get off there.’

Abruptly, Franz stands up, leaving me stunned with my tongue hanging out, and climbs down from the table to stand next to me in a waiting position, his hands crossed behind his back. I can clearly see the bulge of his caged cock trying to break free from the leather of his jockstrap.

‘No way are you coming now, even though it is hot to know you could have come without touching your cock. But we still have work to do with him. Do you want to take control?’ Flo asks Franz, showing him the remote control that controls the shocks to my cock.

At that moment, I realise that nothing is happening down there anymore. Sir Flo had probably turned off the device to let me concentrate on Franz’s arse, but I hadn’t even noticed.

Franz nods and grabs the box. I feel the tingling start again, but it quickly becomes more intense and the pleasure turns to pain. And the pain turns to pleasure.

I am confused because the whole situation is turning me on terribly, but paradoxically I feel that my cock is not fully erect.

I do not know if Franz has set a special programme or if he is playing with the intensity, but the pleasant tingling alternates irregularly with very intense shocks. My body stiffens with each shock, pulling on the tight bonds of my bondage bag. I cannot help but cry out, which seems to amuse Franz greatly as he looks at me with his superior alpha air.

I oscillate between wanting to come during the gentler phases and wanting it all to stop when I receive intense shocks.

Florian returns to the playroom and moves behind me, out of my field of vision. I had assumed he would go and rest for a while, leaving Franz to take care of me, but clearly I had misjudged the situation.

Without warning, something thin and plastic is placed over my face. Florian quickly positions it under my chin, behind my ears and over my head. My face is trapped inside this thing. I quickly realise that I cannot breathe.

‘You’re lucky, with all the sports Franz does, he had a swimming cap in his wardrobe.’

I now understand what this object that Florian has put on me is. It is well sealed because not a single gram of air reaches my nostrils. I quickly panic, turning my head from right to left and screaming as loud as I can. Until Florian removes the cap and I feel the rush of air reaching me again.

‘Your screams are unpleasant, boy, you’re hurting my ears.’

Florian leaves to fetch something from outside the playroom and returns. Without further ado, he shoves a sock into my mouth, then secures it with adhesive tape.

‘There, now we can continue.’

This time, Florian is standing next to me and I see that he is preparing the swimcap to put it back over my face. I take a deep breath through my nostrils, my mouth being sealed by the thick sock and adhesive tape.

But once the cap is in place, Florian holds two fingers underneath it on the side, letting a little air through. He waits until I have exhaled before removing his fingers and sealing the hood against my face. I am trapped, my lungs empty once again. I pull as hard as I can, but the system is completely airtight.

In this situation, I quickly run out of oxygen and move my head so that Sir Flo understands that he has to remove this thing. But this time, he does not move.

The electro on my cock intensifies. I try with all my might to move, but only my head is free, the rest of my body does not move a millimetre.

I feel Florian’s fingers on my cheek, then a rush of fresh air. Without removing the swimming cap, he pushes it aside with his fingers, allowing air to enter and enabling me to catch my breath. During this moment of relief, the shocks stop and time seems to stand still.

But the pause is short, and Florian removes his fingers even before I have managed to stabilise my breathing. At the same time, the electric current starts up again, even more intensely than before.

My breathing is even faster than before. My head is spinning, and I am caught up in a vast emotional whirlwind, struggling to realise what is happening to me.

Sir Flo clearly wanted to push me to my limits and test my endurance. I endure this treatment for what seems like an interminable amount of time. Each time, Florian removes the cap from my face to allow me to catch my breath, and the electro is turned off. But each time, the cap is put back on and the shocks resume with renewed vigour.

Until I cannot take it anymore and I spit out my seed for several long seconds, even though I have no access to the oxygen around me.

Franz cuts the electricity and Sir Flo removes the swimming cap from my face. I breathe heavily.

‘Well done, boy, you lasted much longer than I thought you would.’

‘Thank you, Sir,’ I try to say through my gag, while catching my breath.

My mind floats above my body, as if it were disconnected from it. I can no longer feel my limbs, as if the blood were no longer reaching them. The sensation is extremely pleasant, a moment of total relaxation.

Even though in reality I am still inside the bondage bag, gagged with a sock in my mouth.

While Florian and Franz are busy removing the electrical device from my penis, I realise that I have come without any stimulation other than the electricity and breath control. Without anyone touching my cock. Come to think of it, I am not sure if that has ever happened to me before.

I cannot see what the two of them are doing, but I have only one thing on my mind: getting out of my leather prison. Gradually, my mind comes out of its trance and returns to reality. So do my muscles, reminding me that I have been locked up like this for many many hours. The need to move becomes unbearable.

I feel something strange on my cock, something cold, and it does not take me long to realise that they are putting me back in a chastity cage. I am not really surprised, and I do not protest.

Florian appears in front of my face.

‘So, happy boy?’

I nod yes.

‘That was intense, we all need to relax a little now.’

Indeed, I would have said the same thing myself if I could. I have only one desire: to be freed, take a shower and settle down in a warm bed. But I am not fooled. I can imagine that it is more likely to be in a cage than in a bed…

Once again, I nod my head.

‘Very well, then we’ll take a two-hour break.’

At that moment, Franz appears on the other side with a small smile on his lips. Suddenly, something covers my face. I quickly realise that it is a gas mask. With Florian’s help, Franz skilfully attaches the straps to the back of my head and positions the mask correctly over my face. With the palm of his hand, he covers the air inlet to test the system’s seal. And it is completely airtight!

Franz reappears in my field of vision.

‘See you later, lad,’ he says. Then he places a cover over each lens of the mask and I find myself in total darkness.

I protest by shaking my head from side to side, only now realising that I am not going to be released.

But a hand rests on my forehead and stops my movement.

Then I feel one of them, I cannot say if it is Florian or Franz, busy attaching a pipe to the outlet of my mask. Quickly, the flow of air decreases, and I have to make an extra effort to fill my lungs. I know this feeling, and especially the noise that goes with it. I am once again connected to a bottle of water. As the air has to pass through it, I have to make an extra effort to make it possible.

Franz’s hand – or Florian’s, I am not sure – is removed from my forehead, but is quickly replaced by something else. My head is now also strapped to the bondage table. I cannot move it in any direction. In fact, I cannot move anything.

‘Two hours, no more, no less. See you later, boy,’ I hear Flo’s voice whisper in my ear.

I understand what is happening to me, but I thought the two of them would leave me like that. Yet I can hear them still bustling around me.

Someone touches my balls and attaches something to them, but I cannot tell what it is. Until I feel a tingling sensation. It didn’t take me long to realise that it was electro again.

Then something was pushed into my ears. Earplugs. After a moment of adjustment, they were in place, and the noise around me could only reach my ears in a diffuse way.

But it is not over yet, because quickly a final piece is added to the setup: noise-cancelling headphones are placed over my ears, completely cutting off any sound from the outside.

And then nothing… I am a prisoner in this bondage bag, tightly enclosed and tied to the table at numerous attachment points. Even my head, enclosed in its gas mask, cannot move a millimetre. I am struggling to breathe, I am still gagged with a sock in my mouth, held in place by thick adhesive tape, I am plunged into darkness and no sound reaches my ears.

While I dreamed of being freed, I find myself completely immobilised and isolated.

And to top it all off, my balls are subjected to electric shocks that vary in frequency and intensity.

When they say that bondage only really begins when you want to get out of it, well, that time is now… I try to scream through my gag, but nothing works. I cannot even hear my own screams. I do not even know if Florian and Franz are still in the room. At this point, I really want to stop everything, even if it means going home without finishing my stay in Berlin. But I have no way of telling.

And yet, my cock is already hard again in its cage…

To be continued …

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