By bondagegimp

Night

Bob released me from the frame and hugged me tightly. He gave me a deep kiss through the still open zipper on my mouth, but then pulled the zipper closed again, even though I begged him to leave it open. He grabbed me by the chain and pulled me into the bedroom. As I shuffled behind him in my chains, I admired his broad back in the shiny black rubbershorty, which merged into the strong curves of his buttocks at the bottom. When he stopped briefly in the bedroom, I took the opportunity to snuggle up against his back. I rested my head on his strong shoulder and cuddled up to him.

My cock, which Bob hadn’t put back in the cage, was stuck between our rubber-wrapped bodies. Bob let it happen, he even reached back and pressed me even tighter against his body – he seemed to be enjoying the moment too. But after a moment he turned around and threw me onto the bed, pulled me into position and attached a chain from the head of the bed to my collar and a second chain from underneath to the leg irons. It was the same position as during the afternoon nap, only this time my hands and feet were much more restrictively bound with the chains and I was also in the rubber suit with the tight mask; not forgetting of course the fat plug in my hole and the catheter…

Bob left the room again and I was left alone. It didn’t take long for the queasy feeling in my stomach to spread again. I was particularly worried about the mask, it felt very claustrophobic with only the two small tubes in my nose as a connection to the outside. I realized that I could also get some air through the zipper on my mouth, but the mask was pressing so hard on my chin and lips that I could hardly open my mouth. I tried to grab the mask with my hands to see if I could loosen anything despite the fist mitts, but the chains connecting me to the bed didn’t have enough slack to allow me to get my head far enough towards my hands.

Frustrated, I sank back into the bed and tried to fight off the rising panic. My cock was already a little limp again and my horniness was sinking. As my cock was still free, I tried to reach it with my mitted hands. It only just worked when I curled up as far as the chains to the bed would allow, but only with one hand. But at least I could now play with a mitted hand on my cock. The smooth and somewhat slippery material of the rubber felt very hot and my cock started to grow again. I could also feel the catheter sticking out of my urethra, but I couldn’t grab it with my mitt. But even if I just touched it, I could feel it inside my cock. It was an unpleasant feeling, my body wanted to reject this foreign object.

And on the other hand, I couldn’t stop touching the catheter, even though it only intensified the feeling. It was like a piece of scab or a pimple. You know you shouldn’t play with it, but you can’t keep your hands off it. In this case, however, there was also the fact that playing with it somehow made me horny. Or was I getting hornier and therefore no longer finding the feeling so bad? Like the suit, the mask, the restraints, the plug? I rubbed my glans with my mitten, but in such a way that I was always touching the catheter.

I was nearing an orgasm when suddenly my arm was ripped away. I was so absorbed in my game that I hadn’t noticed that Bob was back in the room. He also had the cock cage in his hand, which he threw onto the bed next to me. He also had two bottles of water with him, which he placed next to the bed.

Then he came to me in bed, knelt over me and just looked at me for a while. “You look so wonderful in that rubber suit and the chains! So sexy, so helpless, so scared, and yet so full of lust! Someone has to control your lust, you can’t be left unattended for five minutes . But that’s ok. My restraints are always planned so that you can do everything you want. And I wanted you to play around with yourself a bit. I just didn’t expect you to get horny again so quickly. But I arrived just in time. The next time I’m away for longer, or when I sleep, the cage will be back on!

By the way, that doesn’t mean that my slaves aren’t allowed to cum. They do orgasm from time to time, but when I want them to and on my terms! What you probably didn’t take into account is that the catheter also blocks your sperm. Injecting with a catheter is therefore always a bit painful, especially if the urethra has been severely irritated beforehand. In this case, that’s the price for the orgasm, if you can still have one today – we’ll see.”

I hadn’t really thought about that and it scared me quite a bit. Bob now lay down next to me, turned me on my side so that he could press my head against his strong chest. I now had his strong muscles right in front of my eyes, his chest, his biceps, his strong forearms. I smelled him and his rubber shorty, felt his warmth. And yet everything was so far away! I couldn’t touch him, the plexiglass panes of the mask were in front of my eyes, and my head was inside the mask altogether, I couldn’t feel him directly, I couldn’t touch him with my lips. It was such an awesome sight and so frustrating at the same time…!

Bob fondled me in the meantime. He stroked my head, my back, played with the crotch strap of the chastity belt, pressed on the plug, fondled my nipples through the rubber of the suit. He had clamped my cock between his thighs and was working it by tensing and relaxing his muscles. As I lay in his arms, I couldn’t do anything, just endure and enjoy the situation. Bob got wilder and wilder, kissing my head, licking it, playing with the rubber over my ears with his tongue, grabbing my arms, moving down to my legs and feet. He played with my toes in their individual “rubber fingers”, pinched my calves, kneaded the soles of my feet through the rubber. He had turned so that I now had his legs in front of me. He wrapped his calves around my head, then slowly moved back up until my head was wedged between his mighty thighs and his muscular butt arched in front of me. In this position, he played with my cock and my bottom for a while, then finally removed the crotch strap of the chastity cage, unzipped it and pulled out the plug.

My hole was still very sensitive from the extensive play beforehand and I felt a twinge of pain as the thickest part of the plug passed through my sphincter. I moaned loudly into my mask and Bob took the plug and pushed it back in, but only as far as the thickest part for the time being, moving the plug in circular motions and only then pushing it all the way in. He repeated this a few more times in variations, playing with my cock a few times until I was close to orgasm. Finally, he pulled the plug out completely and laid down next to me again.

He turned me so that we were lying in a spooning position and wrapped his strong arms around me. I could feel his stiff cock against my back – it seemed huge to me. He slowly positioned it for my hole and only pushed it in a little at first. It was a good thing that I was already a bit practiced and a good thing that Bob had widened my hole intensively beforehand, because his cock seemed huge. It hurt a little, but it certainly felt better than the plug. But Bob wasn’t quite in yet either.

He carefully pushed his cock deeper bit by bit, my moaning seemed to motivate him rather than slow him down. Suddenly he rammed his cock completely into my hole with one powerful thrust. I screamed into the mask, but he held my mouth shut and pressed me very tightly against his body. He held me like that for a while, his cock deep inside me, his arms wrapped around me, one hand in front of my face, the other around my cock. His head was next to mine, nestled close together. He held me like this until I slowly calmed down.

Now he started to fuck me. Very slow, rather short movements at first, but they became more and more energetic, faster and deeper. In between he took breaks in which he left his cock deep inside me and played around with me, on my nipples but also more and more on my cock. After his stories about the catheter, I was now afraid of an orgasm and tried to control myself as much as possible. But he also only felt his way in until I was about to cum, then let go of me and fucked my hole again instead. I don’t know how long this went on, but after a while I was completely exhausted. Although I could hardly move, I was soon completely sweaty inside the rubber suit.

It was a relief when Bob finally came with a loud moan! I felt him tremble, he squeezed me even tighter and finally relaxed. He left his cock deep inside me and it didn’t get any noticeably softer. Now he concentrated on my cock again. “You’ve been such a good little slaveboy today, I’m going to make you come. You’ve earned it!” I tried to beg him to take the catheter out first, but Bob just covered my mouth again. “Like I said, slaves can earn an orgasm with me too. But it will never be a normal one. There are many different variations, but it will almost always involve pain.” As he spoke, he continued to play with my cock. I resisted as best I could, but I had no chance of escaping his hand. And Bob took his time. He continued to bring me close to orgasm again and again, then let go of my cock and fondled other places, nipples or balls mostly, and all the while I was still impaled on his hard cock.

At some point he just kept going and I realized that the orgasm could no longer be stopped. I pressed myself closer to Bob and felt the semen shoot through my urethra. It burned like hell in my urethra, but at the same time it was one of the most intense and hot orgasms I had ever experienced. Completely exhausted, I sank down and Bob loosened his grip and relaxed, but stayed like that for a while, stroking and kissing me all over my body. He pulled his cock out at some point, but didn’t put the plug back in straight away, as I had feared. Instead, Bob now reached for the water bottles, first drank from one, then pulled me towards him, lifted my upper body slightly, opened the zipper on my mouth and let me drink. I was very grateful for the water, but had actually had enough after a few sips. But Bob insisted that I finish the bottle.

He then pulled me back against him, my head on his chest, stroked me and even left the zipper on my mouth open. Nevertheless, the restraints and the rubber suit were really hard to bear after I had cum. The horniness was gone for the time being, I just wanted to get out of the stuff and take a shower. But I didn’t dare ask Bob to do that. I could already guess what his answer would be. So, I preferred to try and enjoy the situation, snuggled up to such a hot guy. His chest felt good under my head and the sight of his pecs bulging under the shiny rubber was great too. My desire to touch them was huge, but I couldn’t move my arms and they were in the fist mitts. I couldn’t even really feel it with my cheek with the mask around my head. I hesitantly tried to feel it with my lips – it was the only thing I had left.

The smooth rubber felt good, underneath I could feel the firm flesh of his muscles. I also used my tongue, followed the contours of his chest, found the nipples and played with them a little with my tongue. Bob left me to it, even began to gently fondle my balls and finger my cock, which had been limp since my orgasm. I continued to work my way down his body, at least as far as my small radius of movement would allow. I came to his upper arm, first his shoulder, then down to his biceps; only the upper part of it was in the sleeve of the rubber suit. I was particularly fascinated by the part where the sleeve ended and the muscle emerged. Here were these two worlds, the bare arm and the rubber suit. I tried to get under the rubber with my tongue, but the sleeve was very tight over the muscle. I still managed a little, but Bob pulled my head back to his nipple, which I now worked on with my lips and tongue. Bob continued to play with my balls and my cock, which was slowly getting hard again. I could feel my horniness coming back and, as had happened several times before, the suit and the restraints became bearable and then quickly became really hot again.

Soon my cock was completely hard again, but Bob suddenly pushed me away from him and knelt down next to me – as if he had just been waiting for it. He grabbed the plug and pushed it into my hole without any fuss, closed the zipper and put on the crotch strap, which now pushed the plug a little uncomfortably deep into my hole again. Next, my cock was locked back into the cage and – despite all the begging – the zipper on my mouth was closed again. What’s more, Bob now started to tamper with the mask and suddenly the two rubber flaps on the mask came in front of my face from the left and right and Bob started to close them with a zipper. There were no holes in front of my eyes, just small holes in the nose area and they were now also pressing on the mask. Everything was black, I could no longer see anything and the feeling of claustrophobia became stronger again, even terribly strong.

I begged Bob to open the flaps again, but he just put his hand over my mouth. “You’ll have to get along with it now, kiddo. These are your pyjamas for the night when they’re completely closed. And that’s how you’re going to sleep now! You’ll get enough air; other slaves have already slept like this.

And I want to sleep too, so you have to be quiet now, do you understand? If you don’t manage that, I’ll have to drag you into the playroom as you are and put you in the cage! I think you’d rather stay here in bed with me. And I’m not a monster. I know it’s difficult for you to sleep like this. That’s why there was a mild sleeping pill in your water. It will help you to fall asleep shortly.”

With that, he lay down, pulled me to him and threw a blanket over us. I lay there stunned. The change was so abrupt that I couldn’t even comprehend it yet. The double-layered mask was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With it on, the whole situation with the suit and steel cuffs was almost unbearable and I had to concentrate very hard not to beg or even cry. But I had to be calm, because being locked in the cage like this now would really make me break down. I needed to be close to his body, to be comforted! And so, I scooted as close as I could to Bob, who immediately took me in his arms and hugged me. “That’s it, kiddo. Concentrate, control yourself. Let me take control. Let go, Bob will take care of you. Try to get some sleep now. After all, you have to be fit tomorrow if you want to continue your journey.” So, I lay in Bob’s arms again, which helped at least a little, especially his words calmed me down. It was only the one night I had to get through, I would manage somehow!

Bob fell asleep quite quickly, me still in his arms. It took me a little longer, but before I could review this eventful day, the sleeping pill started to take effect.

I don’t know how long I slept. But I must have slept very deeply, because in my dreams I was in a completely different world. But something in my dream startled me and I was wide awake in one fell swoop. Completely disoriented, I tried to recognize where I was, but it was pitch black. I tried to sit up, but after a few centimetres I was pulled back harshly by the chain on my neck. I tried to feel with my hands what was holding me back, but my hands were held at my sides. Now I could feel the heavy steel cuffs everywhere, I could feel the tightness around my head and body, the hands forced into fists. I had also sweated during the night; everything was slippery and oppressive. In my panic, I couldn’t think straight, I tugged at my restraints, trying to free myself or at least understand what was going on!

Suddenly I felt Bob gripping me tightly and talking to me reassuringly. It was only now that my memory came back, Bob, the restraints, the rubber suit, the mask. But it didn’t make the situation any better. I wanted to be free, at least to sit up or take off the mask! As best I could through the two layers of latex, I started to plead, beg and even swear at Bob. He couldn’t treat me like this here, against my will. He was a sadistic asshole and should let me go immediately!

When he didn’t respond, I started begging him to at least open the outer mask. He had to do that, otherwise I would collapse. I was almost crying, my voice started to crack and my words were interrupted by sobs. Then suddenly the zipper of the outer mask was opened. I saw Bob’s serious face and immediately fell silent. He looked at me in silence for a while before he said something. “I was hoping you’d have a better handle on yourself. Well, you’re still new and untrained. Maybe I did push you a little too hard. I’ll leave the outer layer open, but the rest will stay on.”

I nodded hesitantly as best I could with the collar, he hugged me again and then did something I hadn’t expected. He took off the irons and the chain on my upper arms. It was immediately more comfortable, I could now lie on my side much better. I was so grateful to him at that moment for this small mercy.

Bob turned over and then immediately fell asleep again with his back to me. I, on the other hand, was now wide awake. After the scare just now, my circulation wasn’t going to calm down so quickly. In the semi-darkness, I could see the outline of his mighty body, half under the comforter. His broad back, the muscular back that I had admired many times before, was turned towards me. I moved towards him as best I could in the chains and snuggled up to his back. Without the chain between my upper arms, my hands had much more freedom and I hugged him from behind as much as I could. He woke up briefly as a result, slid even closer to me and covered us up together.

Snuggled up to his back, I slowly calmed down again. But sleeping was out of the question, I was still too agitated. What time could it be? 4 o’clock, 5 o’clock? At least it seemed to be getting closer to morning, a slight brightness could already be seen through the curtains. It was still a few hours away, but the end of the night was in sight.

My thoughts were spinning, trying to sort out what I had experienced – it was actually the first moment when I was able to really calm down and reflect on it all. I cuddled up to Bob here, he had done a lot to me today, forced me to do things I would never have wanted to do, piss in a diaper, eat out of a bowl. Without asking me, he stuffed a catheter into my piss hole! He worked me with dildos to the point of pain and beyond. Sure, a lot of it was horny in the end, but he never asked me, he just did it! But above all, he gradually took away my freedom! When I think how I’m lying here now, in heavy irons, in the rubber suit, which is already very uncomfortable, the restrictive mask, the plug, the catheter. What a mercy that he now leaves the outer shell open, ha! And even removed a restraint. And I was grateful to him for that?

Yes. I was actually grateful to him for that, the feeling was real! Irrational, but real! And although he caused me pain, humiliated me, put me in chains, I sought his closeness, indeed, the more of it he did, the more I sought his closeness. How weird is that? How does he do that? And why did I allow it all? What had happened that he was able to control me like this? I thought about what had happened since yesterday, since I got into Bob’s car. And whether I could have prevented anything.

Sure, hitchhiking is never completely safe, you hear stories about it. But as a young man, you’re not really at risk, and I’d never given it a second thought. And Bob was also very nice and reserved – at first. The offer to buy the fist mitts… I had been curious and was allowed to try them on. That was great! Then he locked them and put the collar on me. I resisted a little, it was scary, but did I really resist hard? Should I have said “no” more forcefully at that moment? If he had carried on anyway, could I have simply got out and run away? Or did I allow it because I had enjoyed the way Bob had pushed me with his body, the way he had touched me?  Did I just want to feel his body at that moment, to touch it, a body like in a porno that I’d never seen up close before, never been allowed to touch? And maybe I hadn’t taken the situation seriously. There was something playful about it. I loved the fist mitts, I probably would have bought them.

NO! I WILL buy them!! As soon as he releases me tomorrow!

But: Will he really let me go? A few hints had made me suspicious. On the other hand, he couldn’t just keep me here, that wouldn’t work. Or how would that work? Could he just keep me here, against my will? In any case, I noticed that my choices and freedoms had steadily diminished and that I was being forced to do more and more things that I didn’t want to do! The mitts, ok, I wanted to try them out. But the collar? No, he just did that! Then the diaper! It was so humiliating to be put in a diaper by him. And then he insisted that I piss all over it…

No! He used it as an excuse to take me to his place! Of course, the way I was sitting in the car, he couldn’t have dropped me off in the city, it seemed logical and understandable to me yesterday, so I didn’t fight back. Could I have resisted? Could I have gotten the door open, could I have jumped out of the car? I wouldn’t even have been able to undo the seatbelt with the fist mitts on my hands. Had it all been a trap? Had Bob planned it like this? Had Bob kidnapped me without me realizing it?

On the other hand, his story sounded plausible, as he had two prospective slaves to choose from. If he had wanted a slave, he would simply have had to take one of the two. If the story was true…

In any case, it’s clear that things have escalated quickly since he brought me into his house. At nap time, I still had the feeling that I could somehow escape if necessary. And when he forced me to crawl on all fours, I was at least able to move around a bit. If I hadn’t been so curious about his playroom, I might have been able to sneak down the stairs and run away, or rather crawl away. If I could have gotten the door open. Or a window? But we were far away in the countryside, I hadn’t seen another house for miles on the way here. And even if I had, how embarrassing would it have been to turn up there like that, in a diaper, head harness, on all fours? Then I remembered the cameras! I never knew when he was watching me. When I was crawling, he was definitely watching. The timing of when he ‘called’ me to eat had given him away! If I had crawled out of the house, he probably would have seen it….

So, this had just been an illusion of freedom, something Bob had planned very precisely? Was he trying to give me a false sense of security, to give me one last bit of supposed control? But why? If he had wanted to kidnap me and keep me here, surely he could have made it easier. He was physically far superior to me, even without the restraints I wouldn’t stand a chance against him. But he wanted to play with me.

“If the cage is big enough, the bird doesn’t realize it’s in the cage”, they say. He gave me a lot of freedom, which made me feel safer, it made everything seem more playful, cozy, it wasn’t quite so binding and serious. And I had never protested vigorously, never set any boundaries, never questioned or tested his control. What would have happened if I had crawled out of the house? Would he have caught me again?

But the crucial thing: It was never necessary. Bob always does just a little more than I want, just enough to make me want to join in with my curiosity and my lust. And step by step he increases it, always a little more – salami tactics ! Once one threshold has been crossed, the next one is tackled. I wanted the fist mitts, he puts on the collar. I let him lead me by the collar, then he adds the diaper. And if it’s too much, like tonight, he’s very “gracious” and lets me off a bit – but according to the motto two steps forward, one step back. He never falls behind what has already been achieved.

Yes, Bob was playing with me. The moment he put the second mitten on me, I had already lost my freedom – I was already in his cage, but it was still so big that I hardly noticed it. I had a lot of freedom, a lot of control. But it was just an illusion of freedom! From that specific moment on, he had taken control and was now having fun gradually showing me how he was taking away more of my freedom, how my cage was getting smaller and smaller. He had said “the power of mitts” at the very beginning. When he said that, I was only wearing fist mitts and a collar. That’s how it started. When I feel how my hands are stuck in the rubber mitts, encased in steel bands, how I’m lying in iron chains, with plug and catheter, I have to laugh out loud… What a way to go in such a short time!

Yesterday I could still move my arms freely, but Bob made me realize what I had lost when I put on the fist mitts. I could no longer just pee the way I wanted! And then he took away that degree of freedom completely with the diaper and the lockable rubber pants. And so it went on: walking on a lead became crawling on an electric collar. Food from the bowl, etc. And again and again he gives me supposed freedom, which only makes the bird cage seem bigger. The choice of how I spend the night: For the cages, it was just a choice between bad and worse. So, he forced me to choose a bigger plug than I wanted, only to make me “choose” an even much bigger one in the next game. What kind of perfidious game is he playing with me? I never had a choice, even that was just an illusion….

So, he lured me step by step into the next smaller bird cage. And he seems to have great fun watching how I deal with the next loss of freedom, with the next loss of control. He loves to put me in difficult, embarrassing, humiliating or painful positions and then watch me. He wanted to see me get over myself to pee in my diaper for the first time. He enjoyed my inner struggle! Then the game with the spikes in the leather socks, how I had to crawl and he watched me through the cameras. Testing out the cages, choosing the plug… all situations that lead me into this nasty dichotomy, make me realize my inferiority. Situations that make me feel small, subordinate, that it becomes normal for me not to meet him at eye level, but to perceive him as superior, far superior, from the outset!

Or perhaps the best example: when I was standing in the tiled room with my legs spread apart, the collar chained upwards, and he let me explore my situation with my hands. Only to show me that I was completely at his mercy even with my hands free! And then – then, he brought his body into play. Let me grope him, fondle him…

Because he knows exactly how to use his hot body to seduce me. When he put the fist mitts on me, I was drunk on the sight of him. By the time I snuggled up to his arm in the car, I’m sure it was as clear as day to him. But he probably recognized my weak spot much earlier, probably in the bar when my eyes were glued to him and I thought no one would see it in the dark corner… all my other reactions only reinforced this first impression. I was an open book for him right from the start, he saw through everything. That’s why Bob always used his charms so aggressively, even forcing them on me. His skin-tight clothes, his poses.

The way he fixed my head between his thighs while I ate and I had to stare at his bulge the whole time while he ate. And he quickly realized how much I craved him, especially when I felt helpless. And he deliberately used his body in such a way that there was always a craving. He only ever gave me a little bit, a taste. Sometimes touching, but only in his fist mitts or only briefly. Or that earlier, my mouth was the only way to touch him without a sheath between us, flesh on flesh! Surely that was no coincidence? I’d never touched a man’s body with my lips before, never licked him. I don’t really like that, normally. But it was the only channel he had left open. Like this or not at all! And when I got over myself to do it, he tore me away. The threshold had been overcome, but I wasn’t going to get my fill of it. It must always remain an unfulfilled desire.

And then his embrace, which brings me down, calms me, makes me horny. That makes me endure things that I would never have believed anyone could endure! Things that didn’t exist in my wildest fantasies, let alone that I would have found them even remotely horny! The catheter, for example: How painful it was to insert it, how he then fucked my urethra with the thing, overstimulating everything! Then emptying and filling my bladder, the enemas at the same time, until I no longer knew what was going in or out, the total loss of control. And then I suddenly found that sexy? So much so that I almost had an orgasm?

Did he then have to let me know it makes the orgasm painful? Sure, he obviously liked the way I feared the orgasm afterwards and resisted it. He could force me to orgasm against my will! What kind of twisted logic? Who wouldn’t want an orgasm? And yes, it was painful, it burned like hell! But it was still the hottest orgasm of my life!

And yes, I had to admit that. I’ve never had sex as hot as with Bob! But was it sex with him? Or did he just have sex with me? He used me like a toy. When he worked my hole, with the dildos and the plugs, when I was tied up in the rack. I was just a hole for him… when he fucked me too. Without pity. Or am I doing him wrong? When he kissed me, stroked me, licked my head – is that all calculation? Or is there more to it? As he knelt over me, he said: “You look so wonderful in that rubber suit and the chains! So sexy, so helpless, so scared, and yet so full of lust!” That wasn’t an act, he meant it. When he looks at me, there’s more! And there’s more to me too. Yes, he manipulated me, but yes, I also have a deep desire for him. Despite everything he does to me, or maybe a little bit because of it?

My thoughts started going round in circles. When I woke up earlier and panicked, I was still swearing at Bob. At that moment I just wanted him to release me, I found the bondage unbearable! I couldn’t understand why he was torturing me like this. Now I got to the point where I adored him again. I thought about how I had licked his chest and biceps, got under his sleeve with my tongue. Yes, damn it, he was manipulating me, he had power over me.

But the thought of the scene had made my cock so hard again that it pressed painfully against the bars. The catheter had got caught somewhere and was now pushing uncomfortably into my urethra. This increased the pressure on my bladder, which had steadily increased while I was thinking. Slowly it became an unbearable feeling of having to pee urgently. The plug was pressing against it from the other side, which didn’t make things any easier. I’d like to beg him to empty my bladder now, but I didn’t dare wake him up after the scene I’d made earlier. Annoying him again might not be wise. And I could just about bear it.

Was that what he wanted? Did he know that the plug and catheter would become more and more uncomfortable and put me in such an awkward position? Surely he knew that. With him, everything has several dimensions. Every scene is well thought out and designed to lead me into a conflict. I was curious about his playroom – he arranged it so that I had to crawl there. I was allowed to choose how I spent the night – and everything was set up so that I had to offer myself to be his sex toy.

But was there also a grand plan? The fact that Bob and I met was a coincidence, there was no question about that. He couldn’t have foreseen my interest in the fist mitts either. Well, a bit, if he had been watching me in the bar. But then I think he just took the opportunity to test how I reacted. The fist mitts locked – there was no protest. The collar – more symbolic resistance from me, admittedly.

Maybe at first it was just fun for him to shock a completely inexperienced young guy like me a little. But then, when my cock got so hard while I tried peeing, he took the next opportunity and tested the next limit. He seemed to like something about me, or my reactions, otherwise he wouldn’t have kept going.

So rather no plan, or if so, then rather an intuitive plan. But there was still a clear direction, a development that he was driving forward. Perhaps partly out of instinct, but still purposeful.

When I recognized the pattern, I shuddered. What was Bob after? The bird cage had become smaller and smaller. Now it was so small that I could hardly move, I was in a claustrophobically tight suit with a mask and he had control over my cock and my hole. Would he really just open the bird cage door later and let me fly? Suddenly I wasn’t sure at all. My breath caught, I had a lump in my throat, I was scared.

Bob played with my feelings so skillfully that nothing had been noticed by me. He had effortlessly managed to get me where he wanted me, where I was now. If he didn’t release me, what would he do to me next?

Oh, that was so typical! He had already manipulated me that far. I was worried, but perhaps even more excited and curious about what he was going to do. I’d better think about what I could do if he wouldn’t let me go voluntarily! Because spending my life as Bob’s slave was not my plan! Even that night with the mask was too much, but the bird cage was probably still too big for his liking. I should be afraid of his plans, not feel a curious, pleasant creepiness.

So keep cool, what was my situation? What were my options? No one, really no one knew where I was. No one had seen me get into Bob’s car, there wasn’t the slightest connection between us. I was 5 hours drive away from my last accommodation, in the middle of nowhere, no neighbors far and wide. Not even I actually knew where I was. Huh, yeah, I hadn’t seen it like that before. I had naively got into the car with Bob and then paid no attention to anything. As I said, I was drunk on the sight of him and only had eyes for him.

And my shackles? As I said, even in the looser restraints I was actually already in Bob’s hands. It was just an illusion of freedom. But still!!! And now? There was no longer even the remotest illusion of freedom. I had never felt so exposed before. My neck in the thick steel shackle, connected to the bed, my hands, feet, also in iron and locked to the bed a second time. More and more details came into my head that I had barely noticed before. The bed had a steel frame… the chains were attached to it. And Bob, I had noticed, was very careful with the keys. Although he was completely physically superior to me, he always made sure to secure me well before removing the shackles. And the keys were never in the same room. Even if I could overpower him, knock him down or whatever, I wouldn’t be able to get the keys! It was the same now. If I were to strangle him, I wouldn’t be able to get off the bed because the keys are somewhere outside.

I had always watched this with a certain amount of amusement when I still thought it was a game, especially because I wouldn’t stand a chance against him anyway. It seemed so exaggerated to me! But now… he had his routines that doubled everything. He had told me this in the car, how he makes sure his slaves are always secured, even when they can move. They are never free!

I realize with a shock that he has me completely in his hands. If he doesn’t let me, I won’t get out of here. And nobody knows I’m here! If someone was to look for me, it would be a needle in a haystack…

And me? I let it happen. I didn’t notice anything, I was completely naive, totally clueless. I didn’t see any signals. I only had eyes for Bob, who had stunned me with his charm, his irresistible smile and his charisma. Well, let’s be honest. It was his muscles! The rest too, but I was so mesmerized by his body that my mind was switched off.

How would I react if he tells me afterwards that he’s going to make me his permanent slave? I have to tell him in no uncertain terms that I don’t want that! I have to prepare myself so that I don’t go soft! If he goes through with it anyway, and he has the power, then he must at least drop his mask! I mustn’t let myself be lulled! I have to be prepared if he tries to manipulate me again; if he arouses my curiosity, makes a new offer, makes a new demand. Sure, he can force me to do anything, but I’ve now realized that he doesn’t want to force me. At least that gives me an opportunity to negotiate! I have to use it! And he will certainly use his charms again, his body, his muscles. He will lull me to sleep. After all, he has experienced in various situations how his charms affect me. Most recently when I licked his body. He will use that. He’ll show me his biceps, his pecs. Oh, and his thighs, I can’t get enough of them either. His back, which I’m still hugging. His feet in the basketball boots, I found them so so sexy too. His neck. His shoulders. His bulge with the huge cock hidden underneath. His butt, which I couldn’t resist in the kitchen. Even his beard, which gently strokes me when he kisses me, no matter where, makes me horny. And the look in his eyes! I melt when he looks at me. The amorous look when I’m at his mercy, the pitying look when I’m suffering, the sadistic look when he has a new idea of how to make me suffer.

The preparation is going very wrong! My cock is now completely hard from my thoughts. The catheter is pressing even harder, as is the plug. But now it suddenly feels hot. I imagine the plug is Bob’s cock. I pull the plug deeper into me with my sphincter, trying to fuck myself. I press myself even closer to Bob, trying to feel something of his body through one mitten. I try to reach my cock with my other hand. It works better without the restraints on my upper arms, but the cage doesn’t allow me to touch my cock. I slide my head over his back. Even with the mask on, I can feel a little with my lips and cheeks. I feel his shoulder blades, his bull neck, smell him as much as I can through the nasal tubes, but yes, I smell him, mixed with the smell of rubber, be it from my mask or from his suit.

Great! Now I’ve lost my temper just trying to prepare for a conversation with Bob. Completely! He’s managed to get me to manipulate myself according to his wishes, he’s already that deep inside me! I wanted to be close to him, very close, inside him.

Bob noticed that I was becoming more active, that I was rubbing against him as much as the chains would allow; that I was trying to bury my head in him. In the meantime, it had also become light. Suddenly he turned around and grinned at me. “So, have you got over your low?” And yes, there was that irresistible smile on his face! And yes, when he kissed me on the mask, I also felt his beard, which tickled me even through the mask. And, when he put his face very close to mine, there was also that sadistic look, so sexy, so scary. It was the last thing I saw as he slowly closed the zipper of the outer mask.

*** The story is a mixture of different fantasies. Some scenes I have experienced myself in a similar, usually somewhat more harmless form. Some scenes came to my mind when I saw photos or videos of sessions, and some scenes were inspired by stories I read here or elsewhere on the internet. However, the feelings I am describing are to a large extent what I have actually experienced.

And by the way. If there is a “Bob” somewhere outside, please contact me on Recon or Romeo. If there is more than one: I have a few requests and would be happy to pass them on. I think many of us would love to fall into the same trap. Thanks! ***