By Bondagegimp

Jad and Tom

Speechless, I stare at the cell door. In the end, it all happened so quickly. With my last glance, I saw Jad lying chained to the table, struggling against the gag and mask, writhing, with the plug in his hole. His strong, muscular body, completely in black rubber, only his cock sticking out and Doggy playing with it. Jad, the macho, now just a defenseless, whimpering piece of rubber, overcome by his own lust. What a transformation.

So we leave them both behind. Bob doesn’t give me any time, dragging me along by the chain. On the way, he stops briefly in another room, gets a simple rubber muzzle without a gag, and puts it on me. We continue up the stairs to the living room. There we lie down on the couch again and watch the two of them via the CCTV. Jad is still resisting his restraints, but with a palpable resignation. Doggy continues to use his relative freedom to work Jad all over his body with his mouth, especially Jad’s cock.

At first, Jad’s exhaustion is particularly evident, but after a short time, his cock becomes hard again. Along with this, Jad also becomes more energetic in his movements, trying to shake Doggy off; the mask also seems to torment him greatly. But Jad is barely able to move, and Doggy continues to lick him all over his body, unfazed. Doggy seems to take particular pleasure in the areas where Jad is resisting most vigorously. These are primarily the inner thighs, which are turned upwards and completely exposed due to the restraints, and the nipples. Doggy works on both areas with particular dedication, gently biting into the rubber suit, sucking on it, massaging and kneading as best he can. And also the area between the legs, where the plug presses against the suit. He presses his head against it until Jad moans loudly.

Doggy repeatedly switches between positions, occasionally going for the cock, which has now become so hard again that you can see through the camera how clearly the bulging veins are visible. It doesn’t take long before Jad cums a second time. Not as hard as the first time, but still amazingly strong.

Doggy only allows Jad a short break before continuing. I wonder if he’s doing it purely out of desire or if he perhaps enjoys torturing Jad a little. Jad’s resistance is waning now, even though his cock is obviously very sensitive now. When Doggy touches the cock head, you can hear a soft whimper from under the closed rubber mask. But Doggy continues. I find that quite brave, almost cocky. Isn’t he afraid of Jad’s revenge? I look at Bob questioningly.

“Today is Doggy’s last day. I promised him earlier that I would drive him to the train station and not leave him alone with Jad until then. I wanted him to be able to play with Jad as he pleased and not have to hold back out of fear. But knowing Doggy, he’ll be back in six months at the latest. Let’s see if Jad has forgiven him by then…?”

Bob now picks up his tablet and works on it. I can move around relatively freely and use my freedom to curiously watch what he’s doing. Bob is currently reviewing the videos of Jad’s orgasm from various angles. He selects the best ones and cuts the appropriate parts that best show Jad in the situation – his wriggling, his helpless resistance, his hysterical screams into the gag, and finally, how the plug slides in and leads to his orgasm. It’s now really clear to see in one video from the various angles, then again in slow motion. “I absolutely have to send this to Tom! He’d die to see that!!”

But suddenly Bob jumps up and runs into the basement. He must have seen something on the CCTV. Now I see it too. Doggy tries to open the zipper that secures Jad’s plug with his mouth. Now I see Bob in the video coming into the cell. Doggy looks up in alarm and Bob immediately shoves the ring gag into his mouth. I hear Doggy whimpering, but it’s really only his own fault. Even though Doggy can only lick now and can no longer grab anything with his teeth, Bob closes the zipper in his crotch with a small padlock just to be on the safe side. Now he bends down to Jad and whispers something in his ear. At that Jad tugs violently at his bonds again and shakes his head. But Bob leaves the cell again and is back upstairs with me after a moment.

“Well, let’s send Tom the video. Jad didn’t like the idea of Tom seeing it. You may have noticed it in Jad’s reaction…ahah.” It takes less than two minutes and Tom calls – a video call. Bob puts him on the big screen so that I can see him and he can see me. Tom is very excited, can’t believe what he’s seeing, and wants to know everything in detail. Bob calmly tells him everything: the entire course of the day, with the competition, the electro torture, and the agreement between him and Jad that ultimately put Jad in this position. In between, he shows Tom videos that clearly illustrate the various scenes of the day, and finally he switches to the live image of Jad and Doggy in the cell. Doggy is now noticeably restricted by the ring gag and can only use his tongue or push Jad’s still or again hard cock into his mouth. We can just watch Jad writhing with pleasure in the chains again – another orgasm is imminent. We do not know how many he has had so far. It seems to be getting more uncomfortable for him; his cock is probably quite sensitive by now. Doggy’s tongue is currently playing with the glans, and Jad is trying to escape, but his resistance no longer seems strong, more like resignation, resigned to his fate.

We witness the next orgasm, but only a few drops emerge from Jad’s fat cock, which then also collapses somewhat. Doggy then turns to Jad’s head, that one anonymous, plump, shiny black ball that only moves occasionally, in a helpless attempt to shake Doggy off, who is passionately licking this ball of a head, especially around the mouth and ears. Meanwhile, Bob explains to Tom that it’s the tight, two-layer mask with the thick gag underneath, and how uncomfortable and stuffy it must be for Jad right now. Finally, Bob tells Tom how the plug came about, that it was my idea, in fact, that I persuaded him to do it. Tom listens intently and they both assure each other that they never expected such a reaction from Jad. Tom laughs.

“Bob, I told you right away, when I first saw your boy and was able to observe him a little. He’s something special. He sees through all of us. And he manipulates you just as much as you manipulate him! All I’m saying is, be careful, or you’ll end up like Jad!” Now I have to laugh too, nothing seems more absurd than that right now! I’m still dependent on Bob in every way, in chains, bondage mitts, a rubber suit, not to mention the cage over my cock and the diapers.

But Tom is right about one thing. There are now moments between Bob and me that don’t really feel like a strict hierarchy between master and slave. And I enjoy these moments too; they show me that Bob values and respects me. And yet Bob always makes sure that the hierarchy between us remains clear. The idea Tom threw out there is completely absurd. I wouldn’t want it either; it doesn’t seem right to me. In that moment, I notice that I feel comfortable in the current constellation. Somehow safe. Even if it’s hard now and then, almost unbearable.

I was briefly lost in my thoughts and lost track of the conversation between Bob and Tom. Now something Tom said drew my attention back to the two of them. It was about Jad and Doggy. He offered to look after Doggy and Jad tomorrow; Doggy had to be taken to the train station and neither of them wanted to leave Doggy alone with Jad until then. They are obviously a bit uneasy about the situation; they don’t know how Jad might react. But I can tell that Tom has a plan, something is driving him. He’s trying to persuade Bob to do some more things with Jad. Bob jumps up too. He quickly fastens a chain to my collar so that I stay obediently on the sofa. “You can chat to Tom while I work on Jad.” Bob even takes off my muzzle, gives me a big kiss and disappears.

Tom joins the conversation right away. He wants to hear everything again from my perspective. How I came to the conclusion that Jad would have liked to be tied up. And how I came up with the idea of the plug. I tell Tom about my observations, Jad’s looks, his sometimes somewhat incongruous behavior, and how I pieced it all together. Tom wants to know if Jad has a crush on Bob. I have to think about it and am not entirely sure, but I actually think it’s Bob’s dominant behavior that fascinates Jad, or that he obviously needed it to overcome his blockage.

This is the first time I’ve had a proper conversation with Tom. Back then, in the car, when Tom freed me from the hands of those two strange guys, Tom was rather curt, and I was gagged anyway. Now it’s completely different; we chat relaxedly, and at times we even have to laugh when I tell him about one or another observation I’ve made about Jad. The atmosphere is relaxed and cheerful. The only strange thing is that I’m wrapped in rubber and iron restraints. And that Tom always blocks me when I try to find out what he’s up to with Jad and Doggy.

Meanwhile, we can also see Bob in the CCTV, walking into the cell with a bag that appears to contain a few things. He pushes Doggy aside and goes to Jad’s head, holds it firmly, and whispers something in his ear. I think it’s about what he discussed with Tom. Jad’s reaction is quite telling. At first, he tugs violently on the chains again, but when Bob continues talking, he lies there petrified. Now we see Bob reaching between Jad’s legs, opening the lock and then the zipper. Jad’s body immediately pushes the plug out, and we hear Jad moan with relief, but Bob grabs the plug and rams it back into Jad’s hole, fucking him with the plug for a while, despite Jad’s helpless attempts to resist. His cock, which had become somewhat flaccid after so many orgasms, becomes a little harder again. Jad’s tugging at the chains becomes increasingly weaker, his initially violent screams into the gag fade into quiet whimpers. Jad lies powerless in the chains on the table, appearing exhausted, helpless, and broken. Doggy has stopped licking Jad during Bob’s actions and is now standing next to the table, staring at Jad in a rather stunned manner.

Bob puts the plug aside and reaches into his pocket. Another plug appears, much larger! When Bob and I were choosing a plug for Jad earlier, we had ruled out one of this size from the start! Doggy sees the plug and shakes his head vigorously, but Bob is back in his tunnel. I have the feeling Tom is too. He has fallen silent, staring spellbound at the screen. The two of them have a plan! Bob takes the plug to Jad, who has no idea what’s going on, blind and shielded by his mask. Bob generously lubricates the plug and places it against Jad’s hole. Doggy screams in horror into the gag, and Jad seems to understand immediately that something bad is about to happen. He starts whining loudly again, actually a pleading whimper, and pulls on the chains again.

The sight, I have to admit, turns me on. This guy, usually so strong, so muscular, is now just an anonymous rubber object. The contrast. On the one hand, the muscles that are so clearly visible under the skin-tight rubber suit, as if his body was just painted black, and on the other hand, the head and hands that look so unreal, so abstract, just full, shiny black globes, so weak, so dehumanized, and finally the unyielding chains that place such harsh limits on every movement. You can feel the desperation as well as the lust. I feel sorry for this pitiful creature and at the same time I want to see it suffer, so much that my cock presses painfully against the cage. In that moment I understand what goes through Bob’s mind sometimes. I notice that I am staring at the scene just as spellbound as Tom – and as Doggy.

Bob pushes relentlessly against the plug, Jad screams into the gag again, now audibly in pain. And yet his cock is swollen again. His body is tense, all chains under maximum tension. With a jerk, the plug slides into Jad’s hole, and a pitiful, muffled scream is heard. No orgasm this time; the plug is too fat for that. Jad’s body resists; you can see his lower abdomen trying to push the intruder out, but Bob holds the plug tightly and closes the zipper. Although Jad must be aware that the plug won’t come out now, his insides struggle a little longer before his body gives up. Jad collapses, whimpering only softly.

But Bob isn’t finished yet. He now takes a chastity belt out of the bag. It’s a solid piece of steel that looks like a limp, hanging cock with fat balls attached, made of polished steel. It takes a few hard blows to the balls before Jad’s cock is limp enough to fit into this massive prison, but after some effort, it’s done – Jad’s cock and balls are now securely enclosed. Now not a single piece of Jad’s skin can be seen, just an anonymous black figure with an obscenely fat steel penis.

Jad lies exhausted in the chains; you can still hear the quiet whimpering and see his arms and legs trembling slightly. Bob turns around and leaves the cell. Only now does Doggy dare to approach Jad again, examine him for a long time, perhaps with a certain regret that he can no longer reach his cock. Finally, however, he climbs onto the table, lies half on top of Jad, half next to him, with his head on Jad’s chest. He plays with Jad’s nipples for a while but eventually lies down a little more comfortably and seems to slowly fall asleep.

I realize how horny I’ve become just watching. As Bob approached Jad with the thick plug, I started moving on the fat plug in my own hole to stimulate my prostate, even though it was getting more and more painful for my cock in the cage. Now I’m rubbing my mitts against the diaper, even though I know I can’t feel it through the cage. But I’m too horny to hold back. Without the cage, I would have definitely cum by now.

At that moment, Bob is back in the living room. With a broad grin, he first makes fun of me, calling me a constantly horny slut, and then turns directly to Tom:

“Well, are you satisfied?”

“Terrific! It exceeded my expectations! I think it’s a good start!”

“Wait a minute before we continue. I’ll take the boy upstairs. He doesn’t need to hear everything.”

With that, Bob releases me from the chain, puts me on his shoulder, and carries me upstairs to the tiled room. There, he quickly undresses me almost completely – only the waist harness with the cock cage remains on, but without the plug and crotch strap. He attaches a chain several meters long to the waist belt, which reaches all the way into the playroom. “Now, you can shower in peace and then you can choose whatever you want to wear to sleep. The only thing: the cage stays on and secured with at least one chain so you can’t run away!” He gives me a hasty kiss and is gone again.

Decisions

Perplexed, I remain naked in the tiled room. I’ve rarely felt so relatively free in these rooms. Bob’s mind was elsewhere, not even making fun of my bulging cock, its fleshy meat trying to squeeze between the bars. I stroke it, but even with my fingers, I can’t get close enough to achieve any helpful stimulation. Frustrated, I realize that even without the mitts, I can’t reach my cock.

I turn on the shower and enjoy standing under the hot water. It’s been a tiring day, and on top of that, I’ve been wearing a rubber suit the whole time. I let the water splash down on me, soap myself up, and rinse my hole. I have to piss as well, and I just let it flow. It’s the first time in a long time that I’m not in a diaper or that Bob isn’t controlling my bladder with a catheter. A real piece of freedom. It just doesn’t mean much to me right now; my horniness overshadows everything. I would trade my free movement for an orgasm without a second thought. I would even put up with the nasty bondage this afternoon, taped to the rack, if it meant Bob would play with my cock and make me cum!

FUCK! What did Bob say? I won’t cum until I make a decision? How long is that? Two days? Or is it three? Bob never defined the day exactly and I’ve already lost track. I’ve only cum a few hours ago and I’m already horny again. What will it be like in a few days? Will I even be able to think clearly then? Is it Bob’s plan for me to let my horniness guide my decision? I have to prepare well. And above all, I have to make a decision. I’m still torn about what to do.

But now I first have to decide what I’m going to wear tonight. Why am I suddenly allowed to decide that for myself? I dry myself off and go into the playroom. The closets are open, I have free choice. What would I like to wear? Just shorts and a T-shirt? No restraints? Just that stupid cock cage? Would Bob be disappointed then? Would it be bad if he was disappointed? Would I be disappointed? What do I want? I had to sleep in restraints every night and I hated it, but I also loved it. If I really only choose the minimum, would Bob ignore my wish and just add a few more chains? FUCK, I can’t even make a decision for one night! How am I supposed to make a decision about my life in just a few days?

With or without a plug? It really feels strange without one; it feels so empty. Maybe a small one that I can barely feel? Or a medium-sized one that I can just feel a little, in a pleasantly cozy way? I’ve gotten used to it now and I like the feeling. If I won’t stay with Bob, would I put a plug in myself? That would be weird, somehow. Funnily enough, I ‘ve also gotten used to the diaper. It’s kind of cozy. It gives me a sense of security. Yes, maybe a small plug and the diaper for the night? With shorts and a T-shirt? That sounds good, doesn’t it?

But what will Bob think if I choose that? It’s probably just another one of his tests. I’d admit that I kind of like the diaper I resisted at first. I found it so embarrassing just some days ago. And now I’m seriously considering putting one on myself? That can’t be it. So no diaper after all. Plug? That would be more understandable. I’m horny because I can’t reach my cock. That’s fine, a bit of prostate stimulation. But without a diaper, the smaller ones and even the medium ones slip out now and then. So I’m secured with the crotch strap. Although that gets annoying in the long run. It’s a bit restrictive. There’s that feeling of being trapped again. And I’m actually enjoying the relative freedom. Although the crotch strap is also hot. The thought of it makes my cock swell in its cage again. FUCK!

Okay, first, just pick out some shorts and a T-shirt. Maybe that’ll be enough, since I’ll still have the harness around my waist and the cock cage. Then I’d be free enough to cuddle with Bob to my heart’s content. I go to the closet, pick out some nice, slightly shiny athletic shorts and a matching T-shirt, and put them both on. I look at myself in the mirror. I can see myself without a mask for the first time since I’m at Bob’s. I look completely normal, except for the fact that a chain is sticking out from under my T-shirt at my hip. Just a few weeks ago, this would have been an everyday sight for me; today it’s very unusual; it doesn’t seem right.

The clothes smell of Bob. I miss him, even though he’s only been gone for a few minutes. But that’s not the point. When I see myself like this, so normal, I feel a distance from Bob. When he used to leave me alone, I felt closer to him. It was the restraints he’d put me in, the clothes he’d put on me, the plug he’d stuffed up my hole. Everything I wore was the way it was because Bob wanted it that way. In the restraints, in the plug, in the diaper, I felt Bob, his dominance, his will, but also his closeness. Every restraint felt like an embrace from Bob.

I take off the clothes and put them back in the closet. Undecided, I look in the other closets, but I’m not focused. Suddenly Bob comes into the playroom. He looks at me, somewhat surprised that I’m still naked. Some time has passed, and I haven’t put on a single item. “I can’t decide.” I’m aware of the ambiguity of the statement, given what’s coming up in a few days. Bob comes to me silently and takes me in his arms. He’s still in his rubber suit, I’m naked except for the cage. His rubberized, firm, muscular body feels so good against my bare skin. I rub myself against him, run my hands over his body. I reach for the codpiece over his bulge and unbutton it. His rubberized cock shoots out. I touch it curiously. It looks like a dildo, on the one hand lifelike, on the other hand more abstract because of the rubber.

Bob moans with pleasure beneath my fingers. He grabs my head, kissing me deeply and passionately, while my hands continue to fondle his cock and balls. Bob turns me slightly to the side and gives me a powerful shove, sending me tumbling backward onto the bed.

“First, we’ll get you dressed for the night.” Bob goes to one of the closets and throws a strange item onto the bed next to me. It’s a black shorty made of a sturdy, somewhat thick nylon fabric with many thick brown leather straps and rings. The arms and legs appear to be about half-length. And a mask is firmly attached to the suit. It makes me curious and at the same time anxious. With all those wide, sturdy-looking straps, it seems very martial and restrictive. I know I had a choice. I could have had a night of relative freedom with Bob, and I didn’t take my chance. But why does Bob have to go overboard like that? Couldn’t he have picked out something looser for me? Surely he saw on the CCTV how I almost chose just shorts and a T-shirt! But he immediately goes to the other extreme!

I let out a sigh. Bob just looks at me briefly. “You had your chance. Now you have to live with what I choose.” Given the upcoming decision, that sounds like a menacing threat.

Bob continues throwing things onto the bed. Next up is a plug, what else could it be? It’s a really thick one, not one of those comfortable medium-sized ones. It’s about as thick as the one Jad has in his hole now. I can’t help thinking about Jad. I wonder how he’s feeling right now? My cock immediately gets hard again. Bob sees it and laughs. “Tom saw your reaction when I stuffed that much too big plug into Jad. It made you incredibly horny, Tom said!” FUCK, I knew this was coming back to haunt me!

The leather mitts land next to me, then Bob arrives with a thick diaper, the crotch strap, and the lubricant. I am docile and cooperative, knowing full well that the plug will only hurt more if I resist. Bob lubricates the plug and presses it against my hole. It really is quite large. If it is a somewhat painful challenge for me, even though I am well practiced by now, what must it have been like for Jad? And yet, instead of feeling pity, the thought just makes me horny again. I moan loudly as my hole pulls the plug in. Bob puts on the crotch strap, which pushes the plug in even deeper, and the diaper over it.

Now it’s time for the suit. It has a zipper on the back, just long enough for me to get in. I slip my feet and arms inside, and Bob pulls the mask over my head from behind. It appears to be a double-layered mask. The inner layer fits tightly, with openings for my mouth and nose, but in front of my eyes, there are only a few small holes that prevent me from getting a clear view. At least the material is comfortable. It’s very sturdy, like workwear, but at the same time, it’s not heavy and probably even a bit breathable.

But when Bob zips up the suit, I can already feel the oppressive tightness of the suit, not least because of the unyielding fabric. But the zipper is just the beginning. Bob now fastens a wide, sturdy leather collar tightly around my neck. Before he fastens it, he takes the two zipper pulls, the one from underneath and the one from the mask and fastens them somewhere under the collar. He lets me feel for the spot and I quickly realize that I’m already encased in the suit. Shortly afterwards, however, my hands are back in the familiar mitts.

Next, he fastens the wide, sturdy straps around my upper arms, at the end of the sleeves just below the elbows, around my chest, hips, thighs, and at the end of the trouser legs just above the knee. With each strap, the suit becomes more of a tight prison; finally, he stretches several more straps through my crotch, pressing the diaper tightly against me. I’m a bit surprised by the additional straps still dangling, but Bob is already threading them together so that the straps around my torso press my arms tightly against my body, the mitts against my thighs, and my thighs tightly together. I’m now completely helpless again, although I can still move my legs, at least below the knees. So I could walk around a bit.

Putting on the suit was surprisingly quick – which made me feel the contrast all the more clearly between my almost complete freedom just a moment ago and the oppressive tightness now, being constricted by these stiff, thick straps.

Bob is still wearing the rubber suit, without the codpiece. While tying me up, he turned me on the bed, sometimes in one direction, sometimes in the other, sitting next to me or on top of me. Now he stays sitting on me and watches his work with satisfaction. The whole time I stare at his cock, a few centimeters in front of me, between his spread legs. I am still fascinated by the sight. How a rubber skin can change that appearance! Strangely enough, bare cocks have never really turned me on. I like big bulges in all their different forms, in jogging pants, be they grey ones made of thick cotton or wafer-thin shiny nylon, in Lycra pants, Under Armour, in long and very short shorts – well, in almost all variations actually! But cocks themselves? They never turned me on that much, which is why I was never a fan of oral sex. But Bob’s cock in the shiny black rubber sheath, which became even thicker and stiffer the more straps Bob tightened around me, that cock really turns me on! Maybe it’s the combination with the now very restrictive bondage of the suit.

I bend my head forward as far as I can. I just barely reach his cock and take the head into my mouth. Bob is genuinely pleased. From the very beginning, I was actually amazed at how Bob sometimes almost shamelessly used me, tied me up, and tortured me, while also respecting some invisible and never explicitly stated boundaries. He never forced me to suck or lick him, but he gradually created situations in which I ultimately wanted it myself. And so it is now. The fleshy, thick head feels good in my mouth; I suck on it enthusiastically. I want more, but I can’t get any further, due to my restraints.

Bob notices this, slides to the side, and lies with his legs spread next to me. I crawl toward him and, at first hesitantly, move my tongue to his balls, licking them, then taking them into my mouth, gently squeezing them, sucking, playing with them, becoming almost cocky, until Bob moans loudly. I move further along the shaft, wrap my lips around it, work my way back up to the head, sucking, taking it deep into my throat until I almost gag. In the end, though, I mostly stay with the glans, playing with it in my mouth. Bob moans louder and louder, grabs my head, pushes me down onto his cock, lets go, strokes me, writhes, and clings to me with his strong thighs until he suddenly screams loudly and his whole body tenses, only to collapse shortly afterwards.

He pulls me up to him, kisses me deeply, and holds me tightly in his arms. We lie there in silence, each lost in his own thoughts. Probably the same thoughts from different perspectives. What will happen next? I am sad and happy at the same time. I want to run away and stay. Bob’s hug is a clear and yet ambivalent message: Stay! Stay with me, forever! And at the same time, it expresses fear, the fear that I might leave him. He hugs me, gives me love and security, and at the same time he clings to me, seeks love and security from me. It is a moment when tears once again well up in my eyes, and in that moment I am glad for the mask with the small eyeholes through which Bob cannot see my eyes.

To be continued…

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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.

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