By R8080
Note: This is a continuation of a story from a while back. To start at Part 1, click here.
Alex’s world had been reduced to the two small portholes of his vision. The gas mask squeezed against his face with each breath he took. The smell of rubber was his entire world, the smell rich and filling his nose.
He had tried tugging at the restraints on the padded bed. The cuffs on his arms held tight. Eventually he had given up and fallen into a half-sleep after the mornings tiring workout.
The world beyond his rubbered skin had been anything but silent though. Every now and then he’d hear banging or scraping and his cock would twitch at the thought of what his Master was up to. He would be drifting off and then wake with a start, sure that someone had been watching him. If only he could lift his head to see.
Panic.
Alex woke, a primal urge screaming at him. He couldn’t breathe. His arms pulled at the cuffs but they wouldn’t give. He kicked impotently. His entire body was wracked with fear.
After the initial excitement at finally getting the chance to suck Matt’s cock I did manage to calm down. I settled into my rubber skin, still trapped in the arm and leg binders, the huge dog tail plug still stuck deep in my arse, and lay down beside Matt, half over his lap. Slowly, methodically, I sucked this amazing guy’s cock. Sometimes stopping, just letting it sit in my mouth. Sometimes deep throating him when the compulsion overwhelmed me (he’d always moan in pleasure when I did that). All the while, being careful to keep my drool under control, for fear of having to trade places with Dave the Urinal in the bathroom.