By Bondagegimp
Liberation?
While Bob was putting Jad in chains, Doggy sat there with his eyes wide open, watching, fascinated, what was happening. It was hard to tell what was going on inside him. Now that Bob is finished with Jad for the time being, Doggy comes crawling up, apparently wanting to get closer to Jad. He tries in vain to get onto the bed. The sight of him helplessly trying with his stumps is pathetic and somehow hot at the same time.
Bob notices him too and lifts him onto the bed, where Doggy immediately starts rubbing his rubberized head against Jad. Bob goes over to a shelf, then to Doggy, takes off the muzzle and puts a ring gag in his mouth instead, securing it with a small lock behind his head. Doggy can no longer close his mouth, but he can use his tongue. He seemed to have been waiting for this. Bob recognized it well again. Doggy immediately starts licking Jad in his rubber suit. He greedily glides his tongue over Jad’s athletic body, following every line of his muscles. He seems to have longed for this for a long time. Of course, Jad always kept him at a distance and Doggy could only yearn for him from a distance.
Finally, Bob comes back to me. Ever since I came, my position has become unbearable. My wide-spread legs are aching, my hole is being torn open by the thick plug, my arms, my torso, my head, everything is yearning to move, to stretch out. My cock hangs completely limp, completely drained after the endlessly agonizing edging and the infinitely liberating orgasm.
Bob’s cock, however, is still hard and erect in its rubber sheath between his legs. Bob now removes all the cables and the electrodes. I hope for release, but Bob first stands between my widely spread legs and leans against me. Fortunately, the frame is stable. I feel Bob’s heavy, broad body pressing against me. The frame fixes me at a height slightly higher than if I were standing. For the first time, I am a few centimeters taller than Bob. He lays his head on my shoulder, hugs me tenderly, strokes my back, my legs. He seeks my closeness. He leans against me not only physically, but also symbolically. He seeks support. With me. I feel an immense emotion within me; tears almost well up in my eyes. Bob leans against me, I support him, give him support! It is a gesture, a sign of what Bob sees in me, maybe what he seeks in me. I am more than a slave to him. I am his partner. I am important to him! I would love to return his hug, but I still can barely move a millimeter.
Bob stays in this position for a few minutes. Then he begins to gently stroke my balls and cock with one hand. He takes my cock between his thumb and forefinger, pulls back the foreskin until my still flaccid glans is exposed, and fingers it. His mouth slides to my right pec; he plays with the nipple with his tongue, encircles it with his lips, and sucks gently. His other hand strokes my left thigh, slides to the left nipple, and plays with it very gently. I’m torn. I finally want to be released! The stimulation of my nipples and cock is actually unbearable, but I’m enjoying this intimate moment with Bob and don’t want to interrupt it.
Bob leaves for a moment and returns with the cutter. As he walks away, I admire his broad, muscular back in the rubber suit and how it blends into his plump butt and then his thick thighs. When he returns, I first see his happy and relaxed face, then his broad shoulders, his powerful chest bulging in the rubber, and then his stiff, meaty cock again – which my gaze then lingers on until Bob is so close that his cock disappears from my field of vision.
Bob comes to my face with the cutter, cuts open the tape around my mouth and pulls out the gag. He leans against me again and kisses me deeply in the mouth. His tongue penetrates me while his hands glide over my body: back, arms, stomach, thighs on all sides, nipples, balls, cock. A finger plays with my hole, where the plug impales me. The finger circles the shaft of the plug and slowly penetrates me. I moan loudly. Now his second hand comes, also with a finger, which first plays with the plug on the other side and then penetrates me. With both fingers he now plays with my hole from both sides, pulling on it, stretching it until I moan again. His fingers in my hole, his tongue in my mouth. And the whole time Bob is leaning against me; I feel his weight on my body, his head on my head. The kiss is endless. I gasp for air, but I can’t turn my head away because it’s still taped to the rod. I feel my body rebelling, yearning for release, while my heart wants this moment to never end!
In the background, I see Jad writhing. Doggy is taking advantage of his defenseless situation and working his way down Jad’s body. He’s just coming between his legs from behind, licking Jad’s ass cheeks and the crack of his ass, which is clearly visible under the rubber. Jad’s reaction isn’t clear; it’s hard to tell whether he’s fending Doggy off or enjoying the situation. Since he’s only bound hand and foot in the hogtie, he could easily turn away, but his resistance seems to me to be feigned. Then his eyes meet mine — he suddenly realizes I’m watching him. Now his resistance becomes real; he throws Doggy off with an ease that only confirms my initial suspicion. He turns onto his back so that Doggy can no longer reach his ass. Jad’s cock, however, has become so hard that the head of his cock is bulging out of the top of the codpiece. Doggy sees this and goes straight for it. When his tongue touches Jad’s glans, he moans so loudly that Bob lets go of me and immediately turns to the two of them.
Bob takes in the situation at a glance. He walks over to the bed, pulls Doggy away, and puts him back on the floor. “I think we need to get down to the basement. This is getting out of hand! But first, I have to finally free my boy from that scaffolding.” He takes a chain, attaches it to Doggy’s collar, pulls him away from the bed, and attaches the chain to a ring on the wall. Doggy can now only see Jad from a distance.
Jad looks at Bob like a shoplifter caught stealing would look at a security guard. Bob walks over and gives him a hard slap on the balls with the flat of his hand. Jad yelps loudly into the gag and curls up a little, as far as the chains allow. Bob gets some chains, a blindfold, and something else from the shelf, but for now, he just puts the blindfold on Jad. Then, finally, he comes back to me. I can hardly believe it, but my cock is at least semi-hard again.
Bob finally reaches for the rod I’m tied to, detaches it from the vertical pole in the room, carries me to the bed, and lays me down next to Jad. Using the cutter, he cuts through the tape and foil and pulls them off me. It’s a mixture of relief and frustration. On the one hand, the restraints are loosening, but I’m still trapped in the doggy suit. I can move my arm stumps again, but I can’t stretch out my arms or legs.
To my great relief, Bob now unzips the suit. This noticeably eases the tightness. He then frees my head from the hood of the doggy suit, and again, it’s a mixed feeling. I immediately notice how it’s getting cooler and more comfortable, but the hood of the full-body suit is still on my head. I’m hoping he’ll take it off, too!
But next Bob reaches for the chains. I look properly for the first time, having thought they were meant for Jad. But before I can have a close look, Bob puts a heavy iron collar around my neck. In that moment the situation overwhelms me again. My hope of being free collapses. I once had an argument with a friend who suddenly and unexpectedly hit me. It wasn’t painful, but I still remember how struck I was in that moment, how it hurt me inside. I had to pull myself together not to cry. This mixture of surprise and attack on me had knocked the ground out from under me.
Also now I’m fighting back tears. The collar comes so unexpectedly. I want to cry. The intimate moment with Bob, then how he slowly but surely frees me bit by bit. And now this. It’s a punch in the gut. He won’t free me, not completely. No matter how intimate it was between us, in the end he won’t let me go completely. It can’t be that he’s afraid I’ll run away. Not at this moment, not after what just happened. He knows it. But it’s a principle. Bob wants me to feel like his prisoner. I shouldn’t doubt it for a moment, not think for a moment that I might somehow have a chance someday. He wants to eradicate that thought. It should be my normal state.
Or does HE want to see me as his prisoner? It’s slowly becoming blurred. Two weeks ago, I still thought this was all a staged event for me. Bob was pulling all the strings, planning everything, in control. Then I thought he was improvising, acting on instinct. Not planned, but instinctively goal-oriented. But I was always convinced that it was all about me. Slowly, the thought is dawning on me that this was an illusion. Bob is not so confident, so superior. He’s one step ahead of me, has me under his control in a certain sense.
But that’s not it! We are wandering together in a labyrinth that has no exit. The only thing Bob has ahead of me is that he has been living in this labyrinth for longer. He knows it. He knows many corners of the labyrinth, but even he doesn’t know the exit. Maybe there is no exit. Maybe this is the place where we have to live. A place without a middle. A place where we are always looking for the exit to a better world that doesn’t exist. The better world is within us, nowhere else. But we only recognize that in the “we”—in each other. Because it is only in the other that we recognize ourselves; only in the other do we see our beauty. Bob is my mirror. I am Bob’s mirror. Only in each other do we recognize our true selves. Our beautiful selves. Only through Bob do I recognize myself. And Bob, perhaps, vice versa. We have each other, we are our world. When we have each other, we don’t need an exit from the labyrinth. Bob and I. We are our world.
Earlier I also determined his fate. I didn’t want him to give Jad a blow job. Why exactly? Jealousy? No, that would have been a competition of emotions within me. I didn’t want to because I know Bob doesn’t want that. Jad wanted a real sacrifice. He knew it would hurt Bob. And I didn’t want that. I didn’t want Bob to get hurt. Because somehow that would have hurt me too. Inside! Like it would have hurt him inside. What is physical pain compared to emotional pain?
The electric shocks were bearable. They are over. Admittedly, they weren’t really torture, they were always also somehow exciting. You shouldn’t put it in the wrong context. And yet, they were intense pains. But the moment they were gone, they were gone. Emotional pain is different. It lingers. It would have hurt Bob’s soul if he’d had to give Jad a blow job in front of me. I felt it, I saw it, in his eyes.
Is that why he hugged me like that earlier, leaned on me like that? I think today I was the strong shoulder for him that everyone needs sometimes. Sure, a strong shoulder isn’t usually strong just because it’s supported by a steel bar. But it was more about mental strength anyway. Yes, I think I proved something to Bob today. I’m there for him, even though I’m restricted by the shackles, under pressure, under duress. Only now am I realizing what I’ve done. It happened without calculation. I stood up for him, fought for him. It’s not always about me. Today it was about Bob too. I didn’t see it at all, didn’t think about it. It was also a situation that didn’t give me time to think. It was all so violent, fast, intense. I couldn’t reflect on it. It was my innermost self that simply did what it had to do. I simply did what my heart wanted.
Bob saw that. That’s why he came so close to me earlier. That’s why he leaned against me. It was also a sign of how Bob sees me – I can lean on you, you can support me. It was a sign of gratitude and trust. And equality! Yes! For a moment, I thought I was on his level. Even though I was tied to the bars, helpless, immobile, for a moment I saw myself as his equal! He didn’t see me as his slave, but as his partner, his counterpart.
And that’s why it’s such a shock when he puts the collar back on me. It throws me back. Now he attaches the collar chain to the bed before freeing my left arm from the suit. As if I’d have a chance otherwise! Against him, that muscleman! Even without restraints, without chains, he could wrestle me to the ground at any time. But no, the collar, secured to the steel bed frame. Not only am I not supposed to have a chance, I’m not even supposed to think about whether I might have a chance.
FUCK, Bob! We’re so close to a happy ending! You love me, I love you! Everyone can see that now! Why can’t we just be together? A normal couple who have a kinky back room where they occasionally indulge and otherwise live a good life? I thought for a moment we were on that path. It was so beautiful! So beautiful! It was an illusion. Fuck, Bob, why? Why not this path?
Bob frees my left arm from the doggy suit and puts my hand in a bondage mitt, then immediately puts a steel cuff over it, which is connected to a collar with a chain. Now it’s my right arm’s turn. Mitt, then steel cuff. I can’t hold back the tears any longer, sobbing quietly. Bob bends down and kisses the top of my head inside the rubber mask. “Everything will be okay, trust me. Everything is as it should be. You can’t see it now, but everything is going as it should. Trust me. Please!”
He reaches for the muzzle Doggy had to wear earlier. I feel the gag pressing against my mouth and resignedly allow Bob to push it into my mouth, tighten the straps, and secure everything with locks. I barely notice that he’s freeing my feet from the doggy suit and immediately putts irons on them as well; my world is blurring in a fog of tears and disappointment. I’m also barely aware of Bob stroking me.
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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