A short story by ty dehner

A blue glow shined upon 26-year-old Jamal’s face as he was sitting in front of his thirty-six-inch computer monitor, watching bondage videos off the web. Slumped back in his black leather office chair, Jamal had his hand under his Nike basketball shorts of shiny red, gently fondling his manhood as the videos filled his imagination with more and more kinky thoughts.

It was a Saturday night, just like any Saturday night for Jamal, as he was not ready to expose himself to actually living his kinky interests. No, it was safer to be in his room and experience things with his own hands.

Jamal was watching a video of a man encased in rubber, heavily bound, hooded with tubes for breathing, with wires producing electrical sensations to the man’s genitals. It was an intense experience that Jamal often dreamed of. Seeing this action made Jamal produce more pre-cum that was lubing his cock as he stroked under his Nike shorts.

At first unnoticed, a direct message window appeared in the upper right of Jamal’s screen. Moving his mouse, Jamal opened the DM from his chat program. The message was from a Master that Jamal has spoken to on occasion. This message read, “How is the boy doing this evening?”

With the video playing in the background, Jamal sits up in his chair to respond to the online Master. “Boy is well, taking it easy right now, watching some video, Sir.”

“What is in the video?”

Jamal pauses for a moment, not sure he is comfortable telling the Master what porn he is watching. Jamal decides to make something up to keep his privacy. “Watching a video where a guy is mummifying his boy’s head with tape.”

The Master sends a devil emoji. “A hood of duct tape, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.” Responds Jamal,  now worried that the Master might want more details from his fictional video.

Actually, on the screen, the guy encased in rubber has a pump on his cock, bringing him to climax and ecstasy. This brings Jamal’s cock to attention, tenting his Nike shorts. As he is getting excited, the Master asks another question, “You up to having some fun with me, boy?”

Surprised by the question on the screen, Jamal loses interest in the video he was watching, releases his grip on his cock and responds. “What do you have in mind, Sir?”

“Do you have a roll of duct tape handy?”

Now, that is an interesting question for Jamal to answer. With some hesitation, he typed his response, “Yes, I have a few.”

The Master doesn’t realize that Jamal likes to be prepared if any of his kinky mates want to have some fun while playing video games at his place.

“Go get them, boy.”

Closing the window with the video playing, Jamal sits on the edge of his chair, debating if he is doing the right thing as he retrieves the tape. As his mind starts to change to not getting the tape, there is a message on the computer screen from the Master, “Waiting, boy.”

Feeling a little spooky, Jamal knows the message is a coincidence as his camera is disconnected from his computer. There is a tinge of excitement in his gut as Jamal wants to see where the online chat will lead; having a man instruct him to do something appeals to Jamal.

Standing and moving to the file cabinets on the opposite wall, Jamal opened the bottom drawer, lifting out one roll of silver duct tape and another of red tape. Putting the rolls on the desk, Jamal sits in his chair with his posture more erect. He types back to the Master.

“Ready, Sir.”

“Are you wearing a shirt, boy?”

Jamal replies that he is, and the Master instructs the boy to remove the shirt, which Jamal does, tossing it aside and landing on the floor.

Feeling more exposed, Jamal asks, “Did you want my camera on, Sir?”

“If you are comfortable with that, boy. I would enjoy watching.”

His confidence increased; Jamal figured that taping his head would not be anything that would cause any problems on the internet if it was shared, so Jamal removed the small paper over his camera lens, connected the USB cable, and in a few seconds his face appeared in the small box in the corner of his screen.

“Smile for me, boy!” the Master requests, and Jamal does. The DMs have stopped as Jamal can now hear the Master’s voice through his speakers. “Excellent, a handsome face. But now we need to make it disappear. Do you have a hanky or sock, boy?”

“What for, Sir?”

“When taping up one’s head, it is proper to start with gagging the boy to silence as he disappears behind the tape.”

Without much thought, Jamal reaches over, taking a black hanky, wading it and stuffing it into his mouth.

“Move closer,” orders the Master. As Jamal scoots closer to the camera the Master can see that the hanky fills the boy’s mouth, nicely tucked in behind his lips. Jamal tries to speak but it is just mumbling.

“You did a good job, boy. Do you have a pair of latex gloves?”

There is a swallow from Jamal as the Master hits another thing that turns the boy on, latex and rubber. Reaching into a drawer on his desk, Jamal pulls out two black medical-style latex gloves. As he works them onto his hands, the Master is happy with the progress.

“Excellent, boy. Now start taping your mouth and chin.”

Jamal nods his head that he understands. With the distinctive sound, Jamal pulls out the first strip of silver duct tape, smelling the unique scent of the polythene, cloth and glue that come together to create the tape the boy is now laying across his lips. Laying it cheek to cheek, the boy makes sure there are no wrinkles, then he takes his hand, pressing upon the tape firmly to create the first seal to keep his lips closed. As Jamal presses the tape, the curves of his lips begin to appear as the tape settles upon his skin.

Lifting the roll of tape, the boy pulls out another strip, ripping it from the roll and places the tape to lay lower than the first piece, slightly overlaying. Doing the same as he did with the first, the second piece of tape is positioned, then pressed on Jamal’s face, starting to curve down his chin. Pressing it into place, the bond of the layering will make it tightly sealed.

The next strip of tape was placed above the lips and at the edge below Jamal’s nose. After laying each piece of tape, the boy presses the tape firmly against his face with his latex-gloved hands. After reaching the bottom of his nose, Jamal takes several pieces of duct tape to wrap around his chin, making it difficult to open his mouth and further limit his ability to speak as the ends of the tape are pulled tightly to the side of Jamal’s head to keep the boy’s mouth shut. Layer after layer covers the boy’s lower face and under his chin. His face is becoming flat with no distinctive marks like his lips being seen. The lower face is encased in silver duct tape with each layer that Jamal adds.

Pausing, the boy enjoys feeling the thickness of the tape wrapped around the lower part of his face. At one point, his latex-covered hand reaches down to touch his pecker, but a voice from his speaker stops him.

“Stop, boy, do you think you can hold off pleasuring yourself until we are done?” the Master inquires. Sighing into the gag, Jamal slowly nods.

Even though the man is not with him, there is an urge to please running through all the emotions that Jamal is experiencing. Feeling the tightness and hardness of the tape that has created a shell on his face, Jamal can smell the strong scent of the duct tape and the girth of the hanky that fills his mouth.

“You will be rewarded, boy. Now, why don’t you start taping the rest of your head? I think you should leave only your eyes and nose exposed. You will disappear with just a head of tape.”

As the Master speaks, the thought of being encased in tape causes Jamal to get turned on even more. One of his fantasies has been to be fully mummified. He has never done his head completely, never the less his entire body.

Taking a big breath through his nose, Jamal picks up the tape again and rips pieces to cover his cheeks and the top of his head. As he did with his cheeks and mouth, Jamal adds many layers as his head, with a buzz cut, disappears under the heavy silver tape. Moving deliberately, Jamal makes sure each strip of tape is smooth with no wrinkles.

The Master watches on his screen as he is impressed by how detailed the boy is with his taping skills. The boy is not the quickest, but that could be changed with some training of the submissive. Seeing how easy it was to get the boy started encasing his head, the Master debates how far he will take things.

Scoffing, the Master knows exactly how far he will take the boy, and it is beyond what the boy ever thought he’d go for on a solo trip.

In the meantime, Jamal is now placing strips of tape vertically on the side of his head, at the outer edges of his eyes, with one full strip covering the bridge of his nose. Being detailed, the boy tears a small piece of tape that he places on his columella, pressing it snuggly. Then, another layer of tape comes to the edge of his nostrils, leaving just the holes all his skin covered. A few more layers and Jamal has left a small slit for his eyesight, looking at the monitor.

“You are looking perfect, boy.” The voice of the Master startles Jamal as the boy has become so focused on the mummification of his head.

Touching and feeling the thickness of all the layers he has placed on his head, the boy can’t believe that everything except his eyes is covered with duct tape.

“You trust me, boy?” this question makes Jamal pause. A little chill runs down his spine as he senses an order coming from the Master.

The boy mumbles something into his gag.

“Nod your head, yes or no, boy.” The boy responds, nodding his encased taped head up and down.

“Let’s take this all the way, tape your eyes, fucker.”

While Jamal takes a large breath, the excitement of fulling wrapping his head makes his cock jump as the level of fear also climbs as he feels his gut become unsettled.

Jamal moans in the gag, unsure he is ready to go that far.

“Oh, come on, boy, you know you want to go all the way; let me watch you as you sit there in the dark, unable to speak or see.”

The Master watches in anticipation, confident that the boy will follow through. Both men anticipate what the other will do.

After a few moments, the silence is broken with the sound of tape being pulled from the roll.

With his hand slightly shaking, Jamal tears off a few inches of tape, pinches the ends with his fingers, and brings it to his eyes. Taking a deep breath, the boy looks at the monitor, wondering if the faceless man on the internet appreciates what he is doing.

Stretching his fingers, making the tape taunt, Jamal lays the tape across his vision, closing his eyes as the tape seals to the edges of the other layers of tape. Pressing on the tape, the boy’s head is fully encased in duct tape.

“Another layer, boy.”

Jamal rips off another layer, his hands moving about since he can no longer see; he has work by the touch of his latex-gloved hands. The boy places the next layer of tape, now totally in darkness, the tape is thicker.

Hearing only the voice, the boy wants to touch his stone-hard cock but holds off until he is sure the guy is pleased with his full mummification.

“This might be difficult, but if you do this, boy, I will let you have all the pleasure you want.”

Not knowing what is going to be requested but horny as fuck, Jamal nods his head.

“I’m proud of you fucker, really proud of you. I want you to tape your wrists together. Take the time you need, but get it done!”

Now, the flutters of nerves fill Jamal’s stomach as the request is beyond anything he expected. Feeling around for the roll of tape, the boy plans how to bind his wrists. Pausing, Jamal develops plans to accomplish the task while in his dark world. The boy pulls out a long strip of tape that is a yard long; slowly he works the tape to lay across his desk with the sticky side up. It isn’t easy as the tape keeps sticking to the latex gloves and being lifted. But Jamal gets to the strip’s end, lifting it and placing the tape on his wrist. The boy starts to wrap the tape around his wrist by lifting it, turning his wrists and pressing it against the desk. Over and over, he does this process as the tape gets thicker, securing the ends of the gloves, which now can’t be removed.

As the tape runs out, Jamal finds that his wrists are now bound snuggly, and he is unable to separate them. He tries breaking them apart, but it isn’t going to happen, and he really doesn’t want to get free at this point.

The boy tires as he works to secure his wrists, so he pauses momentarily to catch his breath. Taking a large breath, all the boy smells is the tape that lines the edges of his nostrils. Maneuvering his gloved hands down and into his pants, Jamal starts to slowly fondle his cock, feeling the pre-cum lubing his gloves.

Feeling the tape pressing upon his face and head, Jamal moves his head around to get the sensation of being trapped in the tape helmet. Oblivious to anything outside of his mummified head, the boy takes in the helpless feeling as he strokes his cock.

That bliss is interrupted when Jamal feels a hand on his shoulder, shocking the boy. There is a voice behind him, “Take your hand off your fucking cock!”

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To be continued …