By Bondagegimp
Electrotorture
Jad had practically jumped up before the glass had even hit the floor. “I’m getting everything ready!” Fuck, he’s probably been imagining all this for days, he won’t spare me anything. I burrow into Bob’s chest. Doggy is still standing there, motionless, with the glass on his back. Bob and I look at him, I look at Bob. I have to laugh into my gag. Bob laughs out loud too, goes to Doggy, takes the glass down, and brings him to us. We both cuddle up to Bob. I don’t really like it, though. I realize how jealous I am. Bob should be mine, mine alone. Yes, admittedly, a questionable claim for someone who’s about to become his slave. But those are my feelings. Another topic I should discuss with Bob. I want him for myself, for me alone!
I tolerate Doggy lying on Bob’s thigh too. I feel a bit sorry for him. Jad seems to be going hard on him. Although, he’s been doing this for a while. And Doggy keeps coming. So, he seems to like it. Just like I haven’t taken any of the opportunities to get away from Bob. He gave me the chance a few times. I stayed. Not least because it wasn’t a final decision. I could postpone the decision. I know procrastination from my studies. It catches up with you really badly at some point. In a few days I have to decide. What exactly? Bob or no Bob? Give up my previous life? Is it giving up? Or is it about choosing a new life? A life full of love, lust and passion? But the price is severing all ties to my former life.
I’m sure Bob knows the conflict he’s putting me in. It must be important to him, otherwise he would have built a bridge for me long ago. Because he wants me to stay. That’s become clear. Multiple times. Bob has opened up a lot in this regard. It also makes him somewhat vulnerable. That has become very clear. If I leave, it would be a hard blow for him. That would hurt me too. But I have to think about myself. Can I handle it? And: If I commit my life to him, how will he repay me? If I accept his “offer,” I would be completely at his mercy. But him? How does he feel about me then? Can I expect a similar level of commitment from him? Or will I end up stuck in a cage in the basement while he plays with others?
Bob strokes Doggy’s head. I can barely bear it, but I control myself. Doggy needs this. He’s going through a lot. And jealousy is never a good advisor. Bob has a big heart; he sees what’s bothering Doggy, and he comforts him.
Bob wants to see me suffer. Not Doggy. I’m sparing Doggy a hard night. In return, I have to suffer. But this thought has made Bob hot. For Dogg, he feels only pity, for me, this mixture of pity and lust. Just as my feelings for or with Bob always oscillate between different extremes: fear, lust, despair, security, love, and — what? What would be the opposite of love? Indifference? Hate? Interestingly, what I never felt for Bob are precisely these two emotions. I was never indifferent to him, I never hated him — despite everything he did to me. Or is this another variant of Stockholm syndrome?
Jad comes back, Bob jumps up and holds me up. I get scared. Bob carries me upstairs, which shows his impatience. Doggy has to run after me, without a leash; no one is waiting for him – but his curiosity is too strong. He comes trotting after us and then probably struggles up the stairs too. We’re already upstairs in the playroom when he joins us. At first, I can’t make sense of what I see there. Jad has screwed together a very simple frame from some thick steel rods that have also been used for other frames. One frame lies on the floor and a second rod is clamped between the floor and the ceiling.
The rods on the floor consist of just a long rod and a shorter crossbar. A closer look reveals that the crossbar is bent at a rather open angle. Directly beneath the crossbar is a thick steel plug, consisting of two thick balls stacked on top of each other. Bob now puts me on all fours on the floor next to the rack. Jad lifts it and places it on top of me. Together they push it up until the plug disappears into my hole. I’ve had bigger plugs inside me, but this one is still big enough that I moan loudly as the second ball disappears inside me and my anal sphincter contracts around the thinner shaft.
Now they grab a roll of foil and wrap it around my torso a few times to secure me to the bar — at first without my arm stubs, so that I can still stand on them. But once my torso is secure, they prop the bar, which extends above my head, up on a chair, press the arm stubs against my body, and wrap them around them as well. They wrap enough foil until my torso and bent arms are firmly connected to the bar. Next, they grab my leg stubs. The first leg is easy: it is pressed against the crossbar and also wrapped with several layers of foil. The second leg is more difficult because to get it to the other end of the crossbar, they have to spread my legs quite a bit. They pull it until it touches the bar, Bob holds it tight, and Jad wraps it with foil. My legs are now spread almost painfully wide, but luckily the foil gives a little.
But the two aren’t finished yet. Jad brings several rolls of strong textile adhesive tape. They carefully wrap it in tight rows over the film, wrapping my legs and upper body, including my arms. The film, which still felt a bit soft, now becomes a truly hard and solid layer.
By the time they’re finished, my entire body from the neck down is taped to the rod, completely immobile. Only my head is still movable. They’ve spared out my cock and freed it from the cage. It’s now the only piece of skin showing, stiff and firmly erect. They check again to make sure everything is properly secured with tape, add a few more layers here and there, and finally pick up the rod and stand it upright. UUUUUhhh!! The tape may be very tight, but because of the change in position, my body slides down a bit, and the plug drills even deeper into my hole, also having to take some of my weight.
They ignore my whining into the gag and even take it out, but only to swap it for another one, a plug with a breathing tube. This is immediately secured in my mouth with several layers of foil around my head. They also wrap the foil around the rod, which is thankfully thickly padded in the head area. It doesn’t take long before my head is completely immobile and connected to the rod, like the rest of my body. Tape over it gives the whole thing extra stability. They’ve left only the eyes and nostrils untouched.
So they lift me up again and place the rod in a holder on the pole, which is clamped between the floor and ceiling in the room. Once everything is secured at the top, they step back and examine their work. I can see it myself now, because they have positioned me in the room so that I can see myself perfectly in the large wall mirror. It almost seems as if I’m floating in the room, my head about as high as it would be if I were standing. You can only see a pole coming out at the top and bottom, otherwise all you can see is my body, which is completely wrapped in silver tape: my head, with the eyeholes and the tube coming out of the mouth area, my neck, also completely wrapped, and underneath my body, which forms a single compact shape with the arm stumps. Then the leg stumps, spread horizontally outwards, and in between them, in the middle, prominently and obscenely, the stiff, protruding cock. What you can’t see is the thick plug, but I can feel it all the more intensely inside me.
I try to move something, but nothing works. My head, my arms, my legs, everything is glued completely immobile to the rods. The only thing I can move is my cock, which bobs up and down. Yes, I have to admit, even though I was scared, the way I was tied up turned me on. The fact that I had their muscular arms around me the whole time while they were wrapping me, the constant touching, the plug, all of that somehow turned me on quite a bit. Now that I’m hanging here and can see and feel for myself how completely helpless I am, I get that queasy feeling in my stomach again. The only thing that calms me down is that Bob told me earlier that he would stay with me the whole time. And as if on cue, Bob comes over to me too.
“So, as I said, Jad is very talented with electrostimulation. He can play with you as he pleases. But there are a few rules. First, he can only play with you as long as your cock is hard. It’s a good indicator of whether you like it or not, and as soon as it goes soft, Jad has to stop. That’s why he’ll be very careful and always have a horny element for you. But of course, he’ll still try to make it as painful as he can—that’s just how he is. That’s why there’s a second rule. If I feel it’s getting too intense for you, I can stop. However, there’s a price. If I stop, I have to give Jad a blowjob. That’s the price Jad demands.”
Oh yeah. Yes, I’ve already noticed Jad’s special relationship with Bob. But somehow it doesn’t seem right to me. I’d like to tell Bob, but the gag doesn’t allow for a sensible word. There’s so much about it that bothers me. Above all, it doesn’t fit into my worldview. In my mind, it’s more likely Jad would want to submit to Bob, but won’t allow it. Maybe it’s his twisted logic, some kind of repression mechanism, or a reinterpretation he’s using.
“The third reason for termination is if you cum. Since you’re not supposed to cum again until you’ve made up your decision, I’ve negotiated a punishment for Jad in return. If he lets you cum, I can tie him up in the basement overnight, even in an uncomfortable position and subject him to some torture.”
Aha! Yes, that fits better. That’s what Jad wants deep down. I can see it in the way he looks at Bob sometimes when he feels unobserved. I don’t know if Jad orchestrated it that way and somehow managed to make Bob think he had “negotiated” it. I think he would enjoy both. It would be good for his ego if Bob, whom he admires so much and to whom he wants to submit, if this Bob gave him a blowjob. But I wouldn’t stand for that, I have to stop it! Bob belongs to me! It can’t happen. Jad probably knows that. He’s constructed the whole game so that in the end, what he actually wants, deep down inside, will happen, but which he would never admit to himself or others. He wants Bob to really take him! And that’s exactly how the game will end, I’m sure of it!! The only thing that’s uncertain is how much I’ll have to suffer until then.
While Bob is explaining the rules to me and I’m thinking about it, Jad has already started putting electrodes on me. I can see it happening clearly in the mirror. He has attached cables to the plug and to the electrodes on the harness around my abdomen, which I’m still wearing — albeit without the crotch strap and cage. But there are the electrodes on my balls and the base of my cock. Jad now comes with a long probe, lubricates it, and inserts it into my urethra. Although I’m used to catheters by now, it’s still an unpleasant feeling every time someone pushes something into my urethra, and it’s still a bit painful. I moan into the gag, but no one pays any attention. While he’s putting the various electrodes on me, Jad explains to Bob what he’s doing, and Bob listens with great interest.
“Many people use bipolar plugs to create an electrical circuit in the hole. But I find it much more exciting to let the electrical circuits flow differently. The long probe goes all the way to the prostate, the opposite pole is one pole of the plug. This way, the current flows through the prostate. It’s intense, but very exciting. The other circuit goes from the second pole of the plug to the base of the penis, which also stimulates this area, but in a different way. Then I have a third circuit from the probe up to the glans. That should be enough down here, though.” With that, he places a tight cable around the ring behind my glans.
Next, I feel Bob on my nipples. He feels for the zippers, finds them, and carefully opens the tape covering them with a cutter. “Many people say that the current from nipple to nipple is harmless because it’s only superficial and doesn’t reach the heart region. But I prefer to be cautious and work only with bipolar electrodes, so that the current really stays localized to the nipple. For this, I made my own electrodes from standard adhesive electrodes: a large rectangular one, and I stuck a small round one in the middle. This then sits directly on the nipple, the other around it. That creates two additional circuits, one for each nipple.” He reaches under the zippers, sticks one of these double electrodes on each nipple, and closes the suits again over them, pressing the electrodes tightly against my nipples and leaving only the cables sticking out.
While Jad talks and connects me, he repeatedly grabs my cock, jerking it a little to keep it nice and hard. As Jad grabs the cables and plugs them into various devices, I get scared again, but Jad continues to play with the head of my cock, masking my fear with my horniness. On the one hand, it reassures me that Jad obviously knows his stuff. On the other hand, that’s exactly what scares me. I can well imagine Jad keeping me on the edge for quite some time – always careful not to let me cum, but always keeping me hard.
Meanwhile, Bob has lain down on the bed. Doggy is sitting on the floor in front of him. They both watch the scene with great interest and obviously a certain amount of excitement. Jad now seems to be finished and turns to Bob. “You promised me something else!” Bob stands up and goes into the tiled room. Jad pulls Doggy toward me by the leash, replaces the gag with a ring gag, and attaches the leash to the bar of my cock rack. “Take care of his cock while we’re gone. Just keep it hard! You know what happens when you make him cum!”
Jad also disappears into the tiled room. I try to figure out what they’re doing, but the room is diagonally behind me, I can’t turn my head, and I can’t see the room in the mirror. Meanwhile, Doggy takes my cock in his mouth and sucks on it a little. As ordered, just enough to keep my cock hard.
A short time later, Bob and Jad return. The sight is breathtaking! Both have put on rubber suits; only their hands and heads are visible. Jad’s suit is completely black, while Bob’s has a red stripe down each arm and also from the side of the armpit to the foot. Both appear to have socks on their suits, but they wear white sports socks and sneakers over them. The suits perfectly outline the contours of their bodies. It’s as if they are naked, yet somehow dressed. The differences in their physiques are now even more noticeable: Jad’s lean, athletic body, to which the rubber seems to practically stick, his broad but not overly protruding chest, his sinewy thighs, his compact buttocks. Bob, half a head taller than Jad, is simply a taller person overall, with broad shoulders and more fleshy, curvy muscles. Whether on his shoulders, chest, upper arms, thighs, or buttocks — everywhere, Bob’s muscles bulge out of the suit like round, bulging pads, all of which are further emphasized by the reflections on the smooth, shiny black rubber. If I could move, I’d run right over and bury myself in those curves!
But I can only follow the two of them with my eyes; I can’t move anything, absolutely nothing. Through the mirror, however, I can see and admire them from different angles. Doggy, too, was distracted and stared, spellbound, at the two shiny, black, muscular figures. He can safely ignore my cock; the sight is enough to keep it hard. Bob and Jad now lie down on the bed, fully in my field of vision in front of the mirror. I see myself in the mirror now, taped to the rod, my hard cock sticking out prominently in the middle, and in front of it lie Bob and Jad, again in a semi-side position, like earlier in the garden, and again in such a way that they present their fat bulges completely openly. Both have the removable codpieces over their cocks, and in both cases they are already bulging outwards considerably.
Jad now reaches for the electrical devices and does a test run. He starts one circuit after another, slowly turning them up until he gets a reaction from me. I try to outsmart him by moaning at the first sign of a tingling sensation, but Jad isn’t fooled. He just keeps turning them up until he gets real reactions from me, which I can no longer fake because they’re too intense and I’ll lose control. There are five circuits in total. First, he tests the two on my nipples, each one individually. It’s a mixture of tingling and stinging, kind of painful, and not very exciting — at first. But I quickly notice how the stimulation is affecting the area around my cock. I feel a slight resonance there, also a tingling, like a slight tickle, even though the current isn’t on there. It’s coming from my nipples, as if there’s a connection between my nipples and my cock.
Jad now tests both simultaneously, turning up the power a bit. He shows Bob that he’s just playing with my nipples, and Bob watches me with his piercing dark eyes. Now I notice my cock responding; it twitches when Jad turns the knobs. When Bob realizes the connection between Jad’s playing with the knobs and the movements of my cock, he bursts out laughing! He likes how Jad controls my horniness with these little devices!
Jad turns the current to the nipples off again for now. Now it’s time for the three circuits on the cock. I can’t quite tell which one he’s playing with, especially since two of them are running on the same device. But I suddenly feel a tingling sensation deep inside me, somewhere in the area behind my balls, but deeper inside. And only there. It’s completely different from the sensation on the nipples, where I felt the current directly on the electrode. Now I feel it only between the electrodes, but deep inside me, and not in a specific spot, but more spatially, filling me. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Jad sees my reaction and seems to be explaining to Bob what’s going on. Bob is looking at me intensely, but I don’t think he can fully understand what’s going on inside me. When Jad turns the control up a bit, I moan loudly and roll my eyes. Bob notices, grabs his crotch, and kneads his bulge. Jad tests the other two circuits. Both are a mixture of the usual, where I feel the current on the electrode, and the feeling I’ve just experienced, this deep inside. I’m really excited to see how it all works together. And yes, I’m excited, not really scared. These feelings are — at least so far — more exciting than painful.
But now Jad takes a deep breath and starts the three devices. Slowly at first. I first feel a small, stinging tingle on my nipples, then it slowly gets stronger. My cock moves in rhythm. There’s a sharp tingle on the head of my penis, accompanied by a rather dull and broad tingling inside me, between my sack and my hole. And that’s exactly where it’s getting more intense, much more intense! Jad turns up these exact controls now; it’s as if someone is inside my hole and from there, working on my cock, massaging, kneading, and scratching it.
Jad watches me closely. I can barely move in my strict tape bondage, but the few, minimal movements give him enough information. He now activates the other two circuits, which complement the one and create an additional tingling sensation on the head of my penis and the base of my cock. My cock feels like it’s going to burst! Jad selects a program that builds up, always starting slowly and weakly at first, then speeding up and getting stronger. Every time I’m just about to climax, it drops back to the weaker, more pulsating stimulation. The slow pulsing is pounding, like many small, short blows on my cock. When they speed up, it’s a pleasant tingling sensation again, growing stronger and more pleasant until it’s so hot I can hardly stand it. And then again, just before orgasm, it stops and becomes the pounding, impulsive pounding that my cock finds unhot, and causes it to withdraw slightly.
Jad is very focused, registering my every movement, every sound. He controls the devices. When I’m about to burst with lust from the intense stimulation of my cock, he increases the current to my nipples, just to the point where pain is barely bearable. In the next cycle, he turns up the current on my cock, again just when it’s particularly hot. This makes the pulsating strokes all the more intense, and I moan even louder into my gag.
Jad increases everything slowly and carefully, occasionally unable to resist briefly turning up the nipple pressure, causing me to scream into the gag in pain. Otherwise, he increases the intensity only moderately – but steadily. My horniness increases. I don’t know when I’ve ever felt anything like this on my cock. It’s like a cocktail of the most intense sensations I’ve ever had in the area around my cock!
Bob sees my excitement. It excites him too. He can barely stay on the bed. I see him rip off the codpiece over his cock. His hard cock shoots out, but to my surprise, it too is completely encased in a rubber sheath that is attached to the suit. I’ve never seen anything like it before, and I stare at it, mesmerized. His cock looks even bigger than usual, hard and meaty at the same time. It stands stiff, the shiny black rubber stretched voluminously around his cock and balls, tight, as if it were about to burst. It looks so unreal, how everything is made of one piece: his thighs, his torso, and of course his cock and balls. Everything is so powerful, mighty, somehow threatening. Bob grasps his genitals with one hand, almost as if he’s stretching them out towards me. As he does so, he stares straight into my eyes.
I’m incredibly fascinated by the sight. When Bob removes the sheath over his cock and I realize that his bulging cock is also wrapped in rubber, it awakens an extreme desire in me. I’ve never been particularly keen on touching cocks, let alone putting them in my mouth. But wrapped like this, so shiny, plump, and smooth, I want to tear myself free from the restraints and grab him, devour him!
Bob sees the desire in my eyes. He encourages me even more by running his hands over his body, kneading his pectoral muscles, making his cock bounce. He now sits upright on the bed, his legs spread and slightly bent towards me. With both hands, he strokes the rubber that wraps around his massive thighs. He’s noticed by now how much his thighs turn me on. I see his hands, but my gaze is captivated by his cock, erect, black and strong, between his thighs. The electro-torture has almost faded into the background in the face of this sight, but it still stimulates me. I feel an orgasm approaching; I try to sit up in my bonds, stretch out, but I can barely move a millimeter. I moan loudly, close to climax, when a series of sharp, unpleasant electric shocks hit my cock and balls. Jad also noticed my excitement and changed the program. The blows are now very unpleasant and painful.
Under normal circumstances, such pain would have made my cock go limp within seconds, but the stimulation beforehand, and especially the sight of Bob, aroused me so much that Jad even turns the power up until I’m screaming into my gag and struggling with all my might against the relentless tape. In the mirror, I see my minimal, barely noticeable movements, but that’s precisely what increases the impact of the sight. In the tiny movements of my reflection, I see the desperate strength with which I’m struggling against the tape, and at the same time, how powerless I am. Paradoxically, the sight of my own helplessness arouses me, which keeps my cock hard even longer.
Of course, Bob also notices all of this, my desperate struggle against my own horniness. If my cock went limp, Jad would have to let me go, but my cock just won’t cooperate. And my gaze is still transfixed on Bob’s cock, which is now trembling with desire.
Every now and then, I glance at Jad. He has a manic look on his face, fiddling with the controls on the machines. He continually increases the intensity, still on the painful program, but my cock, which could release me, doesn’t let up. By now, I’m screaming with all my might into the gag, the pain almost tearing me apart. I see a conflict of lust and concern in Bob’s eyes. He stands up, comes over to me, and asks me if he should stop it.
I can’t shake my head, so I grunt twice into the gag. I do wish Jad would stop, but the idea of Bob giving Jad a blowjob is so absurd; it would completely change my image of Bob. I can’t allow that! I can take it anymore. Bob stays with me, hugs me, strokes my head, leans against me so that my head is half-tucked under his chin and above his chest. That’s anything but helpful for getting my cock off! But it feels good! I feel safe again, even though my body is shaking with pain.
Bob looks deep into my eyes and asks again if he should stop it. I grunt twice into the gag again. No! I don’t know whose idea that was or what the purpose was. But it’s a perfidious construction that Bob has to give Jad a blow job if Bob stops because of me. It puts me in a dilemma. I believe Bob is just as capable of imagining such a construction as Jad is, but with different motives. Although, maybe with the same motive, but from different perspectives. A test. Would Bob sacrifice himself for me? Would I sacrifice myself for him? Who will go how far for the other? I think both Jad and Bob want to know that.
As Bob sits back down on the bed, I see that his erection is subsiding. It always turns him on to see me suffer – but there’s a limit for him. It seems we just crossed it. I can see it in his cock, but especially in his expression. Almost instantly, my cock reacts and also becomes flaccid. But Jad is also attentive, and before my cock can collapse, Jad changes the program again. Instead of the sharp, hard blows, there’s now the pleasant, arousing tingling that I immediately feel throughout my entire lower abdomen, between my hole and my cock, in my cock, on the head of my penis. It’s also unbearable, but now in a horny way. My cock is immediately hard again. Bob’s cock too, as if we were linked!
Jad, who keeps an eye on Bob – and his cock – the whole time, notices it too. It’s almost as if he’s consciously seeing this connection between Bob and me for the first time. His gaze reflects a mixture of jealousy and desire. He now uses his devices to really push me to my limits. He switches expertly between the programs. First, he makes me horny again with the stimulating programs, always right up to climax, then a short episode of sharp, painful blows until the orgasm is banished again. Then again the horny tingling, the feeling of ants crawling under my skin, stimulating me from within. Sometimes he takes breaks in between, concentrating solely on my nipples, increasing the current there too until I scream into the gag, and then starts the pleasurable stimulation again. He repeats the cycle a few times until my cock is almost bursting with horniness and I think I’m going to cum with the next little stimulation.
Jad waits for the exact moment to permanently switch to the nasty program, the painful one with the hard, sharp electric shocks. He uses the pent-up horniness to continue the torturous program until my horniness begins to fade, only to resume stimulation shortly thereafter. From cycle to cycle, he increases the intensity. My nipples and my cock are slowly reaching their limit, completely overstimulated. My body is in a state that demands an orgasm. Jad builds the desire from cycle to cycle until I can’t bear it anymore. I need an orgasm now, not for pleasure’s sake, but as release. At some point, my body begins to shake uncontrollably. I can’t take it anymore. Everything trembles as if I were naked in Antarctica. My arms, my legs, my body. My cock, the only one that can move more than a millimeter, bounces wildly up and down. I am filled with suppressed horniness that is looking for a way out but is trapped inside.
The whole time, Bob was watching me intently from the bed, kneading his cock, which had grown fully erect just as quickly as mine, further captivating my gaze. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jad and Doggy, who were also watching me, spellbound. Now, as I begin to tremble, Doggy looks completely worried. Bob jumps up and comes to me. “I’m going to stop now!” “Hmph, hmph!” No!! I don’t want it! I can take it anymore! Bob stands behind the rod, hugs me from behind, and cups my stomach in his hands. He lays his head on my shoulder and kisses the back of my neck. I barely feel it, but the slight sensation of his lips on my neck through the thick layers of foil and tape sends a shiver through my body, which at that moment is stronger than the violent trembling caused by the overstimulation of the electrical stimulation. I don’t know if it’s actually the touch or Bob’s gesture of affection, but it triggers a different tremor in me, one that comes from within, spreads inside me, pushes out of me, overlaps with the external tremor, and discharges itself in an infinitely liberating orgasm.
It spurts out of me, with tremendous force. I hit the bed, and some of it hits Jad and Doggy too. Jad is caught off guard. I don’t know if he was genuinely surprised, or if he was distracted and was looking at Bob more than me. Now he seems completely taken aback. He obviously hadn’t planned it this way, although I’m still convinced that this is exactly the outcome he wanted. Just maybe not now, not like this. But in the end, this is exactly what happened.
Jad turns the power down just a bit, leaving me squirming a little longer. The orgasm is still ongoing. Bob hugs me, kisses me a little more wildly now, bites through the tape to get to my skin. There are still spurts from my cock, but now they’re subsiding. Jad finally turns off the machines, and I relax. Bob strokes me for a while longer, now also my cock and nipples. But with a jerk, he breaks away from me and walks towards Jad. “Now it’s your turn!” Bob laughs. Jad seems unsure. He doesn’t know how to handle the situation he’s gotten himself into. I can see the conflict in his eyes. Meanwhile, Bob is already on his way to one of the shelves and comes back with heavy irons. He simply throws Jad, who is still sitting on the bed, not knowing what to do, over, jumps on him, and places Jad’s hands behind his back in wide handcuffs. Then he places heavy irons around his feet, pulls them up to his hands using the connecting chain, and connects the two chains with a lock. It takes less than a minute and Jad is hogtied on the bed. Bob grabs the head harness with ball gag I was wearing earlier, stuffs the gag into Jad’s mouth, and pulls all the straps tight. “I’m going to free my boy now, then we’ll take you to the basement and see what we can do with you!”
Jad’s expression now seems almost relieved. A minute ago, he didn’t know how to behave. Now Bob has made the decision for him. He now has to behave the way Bob wants. I can understand Jad’s feelings. There is also a kind of liberation in being bound.
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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