By ty dehner

“Your fucking life is over, gimp. You’ll never see the outside world again,” Jonas said. He had an evil grin on his face as he enjoyed telling me that I was going to be his captive forever.

I was trapped, speechless because of the inflated gag. My head was encased in heavy leather with a heavy padded hood and muzzle over that. The rubber dry suit that he had put me in a few days ago was filled with my sweat and piss. My ass was sore with the plug that he sat me on a day ago. After he informed me of my new state as his gimp, I struggled against the restraints and box that he had locked me in. I tried screaming into the gag, but there was no use to the effort. As I struggled it caused a sharp pain in my ass, and I stopped my struggle.

***

I woke from my slumber realizing that I was still in the state Jonas had left me in after our time at the bar. My neck was stiff from being held up and not able to move for the hours that I’ve been locked in the box. I laughed at myself for the wild dream that I was having where I was going to be Jonas’s gimp boy. He never even had talked like that. But no doubt some of the piss I drank earlier was laced with beer, so my mind was in a different state.

My body was stiff with not being able to move, and I was feeling that plug in my ass. I was getting thirsty, as I could feel the drool dripping out of the inflated gag. At times through the night I thought I heard things but could never be sure as I was blinded with my head encased in leather. Heck, Jonas could be standing right in front of me laughing and I wouldn’t know and probably never hear him.

Alone, I’m truly alone.

Of course, I have no idea of the time, but I am made aware as I feel a hand stroking my leathered head. I stop breathing to see if I can hear Jonas speak, but I hear nothing. Just the gentle stroking on my head that is trapped in the opening of the box. I moan a bit as I enjoy the feeling of human touch, and there is a little patting of my cheek. As quickly as it started, it stopped, and I moaned again fearing that I was going to be left alone, again.

Through the hood I could hear some sounds, and it felt like the box is was being opened. I felt the board under my chin move away, and I dropped my head forward. It felt so good to be able to use my neck muscles. The portion on the back of my neck was removed, and I was hopeful the hood was next. But it was not to be, as they started to release the restraints that held my hands, arms and body in place. For the first time I was able to lift myself, and oh fuck did I feel that plug as I slowly tried to move off it.

A pair of hands pushed me back down on it, and I learned that I wasn’t allowed to get off it. They removed the muzzle that was locked on over the hood and the pressure was released on my chin and lower face. I still couldn’t speak or see, but I had hope. A pair of hands took a hold of my hands and slowly pulled and lifted me. The plug in my ass started to slide out, and there was a faint pop as it came out of my ass. I moaned loudly as the release was pleasure but painful. My ass felt empty. The ass of the suit was zipped shut so nothing would leak out. Whoever was that was controlling me pulled me forward and I stumbled a bit as my legs got their feeling and strength back.

Moving me forward, I must have been walked around the room. I was led to a small platform that wasn’t solid but firm enough to step onto. I was staying focused as to what they were doing to me, but I tried to figure out what I was standing on. I faintly heard chains being adjusted and some movement on the sides of my neck with the collar that was part of the deprivation hood. Heavy iron shackles were locked on my wrists but didn’t seem to be connected to anything so I could move my hands in front of me. I felt some tapping on my ass and soon the surface beneath me was moving and I figured out I was on a treadmill. It was very slow so I could keep up, but I panicked a bit with the inflatable gag in my mouth. I would not be able to keep up my breathing if the exercise got vigorous. I was able to point at it with my shackled hand but so far it was being ignored. The pace increased, as did the incline.

I was feeling the sweat and piss that filled my suit and was now pooling around my feet and legs sloshing around and I was in a very quick walking pace. It was getting very difficult to keep breathing through my nose and the holes in the hood. But still the pace continued to increase. As I struggled to keep up, I could feel pressure on my neck, realizing that chains were attached to keep me in place so I wouldn’t fall.

Faster and faster it got, and the harder it was for me as the liquid in the suit made my feet and legs heavier and the irons on my wrists were getting heavier as I moved. I had gone from hours of solitary confinement to active heavy cardio workout. I was feeling lightheaded and tried reaching for the tube at the end of the inflatable gag but couldn’t find it. My hand was slapped down, and then I felt the gag deflate and removed. Fresh air filled my lungs. Sure, it was through a grommet hole in the hood but at least it was more than I was getting.

As I worked out, I was adding to the sweat that I was in. It was now nearly my crotch and a few times as it splashed, I could feel it on my ball sack. My cock was still locked, and it was moving around as I was now in a jog and the incline was making my legs burn. I was so glad that the plug had been removed as it would’ve been hell to have to run like this with that up my ass. The suit was sweaty as hell, and so was my head in the heavy leather. My arms could feel the weight of the steel on my wrists, and I could hear the chain that connected them. Sometimes I could feel it on my stomach as I was running.

Then they just went for it all and rushed the speed up to where I was running in place very fast. They had lowered the incline, but I was running faster than I ever have, wearing a full heavy dry suit, hooded with irons on my wrists. I was breathing super heavy and I sure hoped it was going to end soon. And suddenly it did. They slowed it down quickly and I worked to catch my breath. I went to bend down but I couldn’t, so I held on to the bars of the treadmill as I had been through an extreme workout.

As I worked to catch my breath, they pulled a plastic bag over my head and I reached to pull it off and they held me in place. There were two of them, and I was yelling to be released, to breathe. It was pure torture. They pulled the plastic off and I got fresh air, then they put it back on again. The one in front was grabbing and squeezing my balls through the rubber of the suit as I struggled with my breathing. They pulled it off again, and I took in all I could as I knew they would cut it off. Fuck if my dick wasn’t getting hard and pressing on the steel that it was locked in. Again, the bag went down and I was screaming for air. My heart was racing, and the sweat was pouring out of my body and head.

They just let go of me and I struggled to get the bag off, which I did. I could hear them laughing as I was finally able to catch my breath and calm down. They released the chains on my neck and took me off the belt, leading me to a bed where they pushed me on and fell across it. The liquids in my suit washed over me as I enjoyed the softness of the mattress on my back.

“Thank you, Sir.” I was able to get out and I felt a pair of lips on the grommet hold.

I was left to rest and cool down.

While I was able to catch my breath, the cool down wasn’t that drastic as I was still in full gear trapping all the sweat. I felt someone lay beside me and I heard Jonas’s voice.

“Boy, you have done really well. I’m sure you are surprised how long I’ve kept you in that suit.”

I nodded in the affirmative.

“I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute watching you. You know I’m not a Dom, but you have made my dick dripping hard for hours on end. I might have to think about keeping you as my gimp boy in the future. That is something we can talk about later.”

Jonas put his arm around my chest and partially rolled upon me, squeezing me. His other hand wrapped around my head and he started kissing me through the hood.

“Holding you in my arms, I can see you are an object, trapped in your own sweat and piss, blind to the world.”

I feel his crotch on my side as he gentle humps my rubbered body. I lifted my shackled hands and he gently pushed them back down.

“No, no, don’t move gimp.”

His hands started to just run over the smooth rubber of my body. As he touched me and held me my cock started to grow but was hindered by the steel it was locked in. I moaned a bit.

“Yea, I bet it sucks being locked in that device. But you have to remember that you are a fucking gimp and don’t get such pleasures in your life.”

He kissed me again and hugged me. Slowly he made his way to lying upon me, and I was able to take hold of him. He didn’t stop me this time, and I rubbed his arms. The rubber slid smoothly, and I was pretty sure he was still in his cop uniform. I felt the top of his duty belt as he rubbed his hands over my hooded head. He continued kissing me, at times sticking his tongue into the grommet hole and I met it with my tongue. I wanted to do more, but I was trapped in the hood and there was no way out until Jonas let me out.

Time passed as I was so relaxed as Jonas just worshiped his gimp. Nothing intense, other than the gear I was locked in. Nothing was said as he just enjoyed his gimp. After a while he rolled off and cuddled me and I heard him snore a little. Laying in heavy iron shackles and rubber I decided to follow his lead and nodded off.

To be continued …

Thanks, ty dehner, for writing a sequel to Jonas!