By Bondagegimp

Jad

Bob holds me in his arms for a long time. I feel depressed. So weak and exposed. Subjugated. Bob has shown me his power. He has shown me how much he has me in his grasp. He makes the decisions. Not me. Just because he shows a moment of weakness doesn’t mean anything will change for me. I actually really like that about Bob, that he has no problem showing himself to be weak and vulnerable sometimes. He doesn’t have to constantly play the macho like Jad. Jad doesn’t allow himself any weaknesses; he always has to be the tough guy.

That’s probably why it’s hitting me harder than expected. The restraints aren’t actually very restrictive; it’s this five-point chain combination that I’ve had several times before: a collar, then a chain to the handcuffs, and then to the ankle cuffs. Sure, it restricts my movements, but I can still move. And muzzles and mittens are nothing new to me. But after Bob leaned against me like that, I briefly felt like an equal. For a moment, I really thought he was going to free me. Especially since the harsh restraints and the electroshock treatment had worn me down. I’m exhausted, I’d like a break. And Bob feels that, I know that. But he doesn’t give me a break, he doesn’t let me out of my situation. The feeling of freedom. I had almost forgotten it. In Bob’s moment of weakness, it suddenly flashed through my mind, but it was an illusion.

Bob can see that I’m suffering, that I need a break. And yes, sometimes it turns him on when he sees me suffering. But right now that’s not what he’s concerned about, quite the opposite. He wants to help me, he doesn’t want me to suffer. He hugs me, talks to me kindly, kisses me, comforts me. But the one thing that would really help me immediately, namely free me, he doesn’t do. He wants me to feel better, but in exactly the shackles that Bob has planned for me. He wants me to feel good, but not because he’s freed me, and not even though I’m his prisoner. He wants me to feel good BECAUSE I’m his prisoner. I think that’s his goal.

Bob stands up, goes to a cupboard, and fetches a few steel parts. They belong to the steel harness I’m still wearing around my waist, which tightly grips the base of my cock. One is the cage again, which he places over my cock. The other is a thick plug, thicker than the one I had in my hole before. In Bob’s arms, I had just begun to recover, and now this! There’s another blow: my cock is in the cage, and then the thick plug, which is secured with the crotch strap. The plug isn’t the biggest I’ve ever had inside me, but I can clearly feel it in my hole; it’s pressing on my prostate. Now Bob reaches for a diaper and puts it on me, then the padded spreader pants made of thick rubber, which he fastens with the straps.

I don’t know why, after everything I’ve been through, I’m still embarrassed about this. Maybe because Doggy is watching as Bob first leaned against me and now humiliates me again, and I have nothing to counter him. So many emotions are mixing up inside me: shame and helplessness, even a bit of despair, but also I feel Bob’s power, his power, his strength. At this moment I also admire Bob. It’s such a contrast to my powerlessness! He seems so superior. Jad is lying next to me. The fact that Bob was able to put this athletic guy in chains and now controls him too increases my admiration for him even more.

I’m lying on my back. Bob is kneeling over me, leaning over me, supporting himself with his hands to either side of my head, and staring at me silently. His powerful upper arms squeeze his pectoral muscles, making them appear even more fleshy than usual and pushing forward massively beneath his shiny black rubber suit. These bulging muscles further emphasize his strength and power. I notice my emotions rocking back and forth within me. The feeling of submission becomes comforting; I feel comfortable submitting to Bob. It’s like having a strong, big friend protecting me, a mixture of security, admiration, and the strong need for closeness. At the same time, the almost unbearable feeling of being trapped, the longing for freedom, remains. The rocking back and forth becomes a rapid oscillation until I notice the feelings merging.

I straighten up until I can bury my face in Bob’s pectorals. Bob grabs my head and presses me tightly against him. He has me now, where he wanted me. I’m back in role, or rather, the role he’s forcing me into is once again becoming my nature. The restraints, the plug, the diaper, the gag, the rubber suit—everything I can hardly bear now somehow feels right. Mixed with the despair is a sense of security and a longing for Bob. Longing. Yes, it is Bob who completes the feeling. On the one hand, the longing for freedom, on the other, the longing for Bob’s closeness. What remains and grows stronger is pure longing. The feelings reinforce one another. And here, with Bob, everything makes sense. In him, my longings dissolve.

Bob senses it. He notices the tension in my body easing. I can let go. Without loosening the embrace, he lies down on the bed, my head still in the tight embrace between the muscles of his upper arms and chest. “See, my cute boy, everything will be fine! Everything is as it should be. But now we have to take care of Jad. Come on!”

On the one hand, I’m a little disappointed—it was just so nice here in Bob’s arms. I even felt my cock pressing against the cage from the inside. But at the same time, I’m too curious to know what Bob is planning to do with Jad. I also see Doggy, who’s already looking over excitedly. Bob stands up, puts his codpiece back on, and gets a few things. Jad and Doggy both get collars with a longer chain; my collar is attached to a rather short chain, maybe 30 centimeters. He opens the lock that connects Jad’s handcuffs and ankle cuffs, stands him up, and uses the short chain to fasten me behind Jad to his collar. I see us in the large wall mirror: In the front, the athletic Jad, his muscles clearly visible under the black rubber, his hands in irons behind his back, his feet bound with a short chain. Around his neck is a thick collar, which visibly restricts his head movements. His angular head is tucked beneath a bundle of leather straps that hold the large red ball pressed tightly into his mouth. You can see how the straps cut into his cheeks, so tightly has Bob pulled them. Despite all his muscles, Jad appears helpless, and the leather blindfold only enhances this impression.

I stand behind him, also in a black rubber suit, but my head additionally in a rubber hood, over which is a muzzle and a collar, from which a chain runs down to the handcuffs and then to the leg irons. When I stand, my hands are fixed exactly at waist level; in the padded mittens, they seem so helpless and useless. And then there’s the diaper, covered and held tight by the padded spreader pants over it. It looks so ridiculous, this thick package over the black rubber suit, which always forces my legs into a slightly spread position. Anyway, the whole sight is so strange, so embarrassing, so pathetic – once again, I feel sorry for my reflection. When I have to admit to myself that it’s me, I feel my face turn red with shame. I’m glad no one can see it because of the hood, but suddenly I realize that since I’ve been with Bob, I haven’t seen my own face once. If I’m ever allowed to see my reflection, it’s always in this or a similar form, never without a hood! Is this also part of his plan to shape me?

The short chain puts me very close to Jad’s back, almost touching him. Jad notices it too, moves back a bit until his hands touch my diaper. As soon as he touches it, he starts grabbing it wildly. I’m quite glad of the two layers of padding and the cage over my cock; I barely feel anything. Nevertheless, I instinctively back away a little, but after just a few centimeters, the chain between our collars tightens. The distance isn’t enough to escape his hands. Somehow, the situation turns me on, too. I’m chained to this muscular body; I can see his athletic, broad back in front of me, the thick collar, and above it, the shaved neck and back of his head, over which the leather straps are stretched. I take half a step forward, lean against his back, and run my nose over the back of his head. I hear Doggy grunt jealously into the gag, and Bob laughs out loud. I recoil and keep my distance again, but Jad’s hands continue to hold my cock cage tightly under the diaper.

Bob now unties Doggy from the wall, takes the leash and Jad’s leash in his hand, and turns to me. “Jad can’t see anything. You have to lead him, especially on the stairs. Jad, pay attention to the signals the boy gives you. He’s gagged and can only guide you with his hands. All right? Let’s go!” He pulls on the leashes. Doggy is already trotting along obediently, Jad waits for the tug of the chain and then starts moving, which I immediately feel on my collar. Bob simply pulls on the chain, regardless of obstacles. Jad runs straight towards a chair, I grab his hips with my mittens and gently guide him. The same thing happens at the door, because otherwise Jad would run into the doorframe. In the hallway, we go straight ahead. What a sight! Bob is in the lead, taller than all of us, muscular, in a rubber suit, walking stubbornly straight ahead, two chains in his hand, with which he pulls the three of us behind him, desperately trying to keep up, Doggy on his four stumps, Jad and I with the short chains between our feet.

When I reach the stairs, Bob slows down, but the chains remain taut. I try to slow Jad down with my hands, but he doesn’t understand the signal. I’m afraid he might trip—he’d inevitably pull me down with him! So I move in front of him as best I can. The short chain between the collar irons barely allows me to get past his broad shoulder. Now I can slow him down with my body, guide his legs with my legs. Finally, he understands and slowly feels his way forward with his foot until he finds the first step. Carefully, he moves his foot down the first step, pulling his second leg after him. There’s no other way; the chain is too short. I have to do the same, making sure Jad and I coordinate. It works best when I walk backward, pressing myself close to Jad’s body, my hands in my mittens gripping his hips—as much as the chain between my hands allows. I have to admit that being close to Jad is very hot at that moment. His athletic body, yet so helpless in the chains, with the gag and blindfold! And then the feeling of rubber on rubber, with the firm muscles behind it. I’m almost embarrassed in front of Bob that it turns me on so much, but Bob himself brought about the situation, and certainly not by accident!

Doggy struggles down the stairs next to us, and he too has to back up. He does it amazingly skillfully and is faster than us. Every few steps, he has to wait for us and looks at us very jealously—as far as I can tell from behind the hood. Maybe I’m imagining it. At least I try not to snuggle up to Jad too tightly so as not to hurt Doggy even more.

Once we reach the ground floor, we go straight to the basement stairs and repeat the whole process, this time a little more smoothly thanks to practice. Bob pulls us down the hall to the cell with the padded bondage table, where Bob had tied me up before the party. The straps aren’t there, though; instead, some chains hang from the massive table. Bob first attaches Doggy’s leash to a hook on a wall, then he separates me from Jad and ties me to the same hook. Our leashes are quite short. I can really only stand right there, with Doggy squatting next to my feet, leaning against me. We both watch with excitement as Bob now places Jad on the table, pulls him to the middle, and first removes the chain between the leg irons, leaving the leg irons on. He pulls one foot to one corner of the table, secures it to the leg iron with a chain, then does the same with the other foot in the other corner. Jad resists a bit half-heartedly, but lets it happen. He’s now sitting on the table with his legs spread, his hands still tied behind his back. Bob is more cautious than he was with me – Jad is quite a bit stronger than I am!

So he takes two chains, attaches them to the left and right side of the collar, and pulls Jad backwards until Jad is almost lying on the table and has to support himself on his hands. Only now does Bob undo the chain between the handcuffs. Jad actually tries to resist, even though he’s in an awkward position. He makes a bit of a show of it. He probably wants us to believe that he actually doesn’t wants to be tied up! He also tries to rip the head harness with the gag and blindfold off his head, but it’s well secured with lots of little locks. And because of his position, Jad can only use one hand at a time because he has to support himself with the other. So Jad lies down now so he can grab the head harness with both hands. But that’s exactly what Bob was waiting for. He grabs the chain that’s still attached to the right handcuff and uses it to pull Jad’s hand into the corner. Jad wasn’t expecting this and tries to pull it back, but Bob manages to pull on it with both hands until his hand is in the right position. Bob now climbs onto the table and sits on Jads arm. Jad continues to resist, and the two of them have to fight for a while. I have the feeling that Jad resistes even more the more it becomes clear he has no chance. But it is an impressive and hot sight. I can see the muscles flexing beneath the shiny rubber, Bob with his back to us, sitting on Jad’s arm, his powerful back muscles flexing. Jad’s biceps flexes powerfully beneath the rubber. Doggy stretches as best he can to see more. The table is quite high, and he has to stretch quite hard, pulling quite hard on the wood that connectes his feet to his balls. But his curiosity is so great that he probably puts up with the pain.

It doesn’t take long and Jad’s arm is chained in the third corner. Before Bob tackles the other arm, he briefly leaves the room. Meanwhile, Jad continues to try to free himself, but only his left hand is still free. He can’t get any further with the head harness, and his right hand is too far away; he can’t reach it. Besides, it would be hopeless; it’s securely fastened in steel shackles and locks. Bob quickly returns with a few rubber items in his hand. Bob sits on Jad’s left hand, removes the steel shackles, and puts Jad’s hand in a padded rubber mitt. Only then does the steel shackles go back on, and the hand is chained in the fourth corner. Bob now briefly opens the steel shackles on Jad’s right hand again to put the other rubber mitten on Jad.

Bob now goes to the head harness. First he takes off the collar, then he opens the locks on the harness and takes it off, along with the gag and blindfold. Jad looks around, examines his restraints, and scolds Bob for not having agreed on this, but Bob just smiles at him. “That was the bet. Tonight you belong to me! And you’ll spend the night completely in rubber!” He shows him a rubber hood, the two-layer one. I mean, I’ve worn that one before. The inner hood has eye holes and a mouth hole, but a second layer zips up over it, which then closes completely. It’s pretty claustrophobic, because the only air that comes through the zipper. It’s also pretty tight.

Jad really doesn’t seem to like the hood. This isn’t a show. He’s moving violently in his bonds. I have the feeling there’s still too much slack in the chains anyway. Bob should tighten them! But Bob seems to have another plan. He sits on Jad again, kneeling over him with his legs spread, just as he’s knelt over me many times before, to clamp my head between his thighs. This works on Jad too. There’s another small struggle, but Bob finally manages it. He leaves the outer layer open, but now puts the gag inside the hood. After another short struggle, the gag is secured in Jad’s mouth.

Jad can’t do much to stop Bob from putting the collar back on and tightening the two chains to the left and right of his head, so that Jad can now barely hold his head up. Bob examines his work, but he doesn’t seem to be finished yet, as Jad’s legs and feet are still quite fidgeting. Bob goes outside for a moment and comes back with yet another bundle of steel shackles. First, he places a wide steel band around Jad’s waist and connects it to the table with a chain on the left and right. He then places another steel shackle around his upper arm, just above the elbow, and pulls it outwards to the table with a chain, and does the same on the other arm. His arms now have hardly any play. Finally, steel shackles are placed around his thighs, just above the knee; these too are pulled outwards until his thighs are spread wide. With the final spreading, all the chains have tightened, so that Jad can now hardly move anything. He can only turn and lift his head.

Bob is satisfied with that for now. He then reaches for the codpiece over Jad’s cock and balls and unbuttons it. Jad’s cock immediately springs out, hard. Doggy sees this from below and starts to whimper. Jad takes a small bundle of leather straps and steel rings, pulls Jad’s cock and balls through a ring, and then wraps the straps tightly around his cock and balls, making them stick out even more. He grabs the head of his penis, over which the foreskin is stretched, and pulls it back until the head of the penis is exposed. Doggy can hardly be held back, tugging at the chain that holds him to the wall.

Bob goes to Doggy, lifts him up and puts him on the table. He attaches Doggy’s collar to Jad’s collar with a chain. It is just long enough for him to move around a little on the table. Doggy first tries to get Jad’s cock with his mouth. But the chain only reaches just below Jad’s belly button. Doggy understands the intention and is disappointed at first, but then I can see it working in him. I think he has the same thought as me at that moment but tries not to let it show. If he were to turn around, with his head towards Jad’s legs, he would reach his cock. He is clearly hoping that Bob hasn’t thought of that.

When I see through Doggy’s idea, I involuntarily grunt into the gag without thinking or wanting to. Doggy glares at me, having understood immediately. Bob laughs. “Did you really think I’d miss that?” He takes a thinner chain with a small steel cuff on the end and puts it around Doggy’s already crushed balls. He fastens the other end to the table between Jads legs. Doggy can still move, but there’s no way he can turn around far enough to get his mouth on Jad’s cock. He looks at Bob in frustration, makes a couple of more unsuccessful attempts, and then seems to resign himself to it. It’s probably gradually dawning on him that he has plenty else to deal with: Jad’s entire upper body, completely wrapped in rubber. His muscular chest, his shapely upper arms – the position of his arms also allows him to reach his armpits, his broad neck, his head with its gagged mouth. And Jad lies defenseless before him, at his complete disposal. Doggy hesitantly begins to work on Jad’s upper body with his tongue through the ring gag.

As a special favor, Bob even removes his gag, but not before warning him that he’s not allowed to talk—otherwise, the ball gag would be put in immediately. He looks at Bob gratefully and, freed from the gag, immediately begins passionately working on Bob’s upper body with his mouth: The nipples, the neck, the head, the arms—everything is kissed, gently kneaded with the lips, and sometimes even a little bitten. Jad writhes, trying in vain to escape Doggy’s caresses, but at the same time moaning with pleasure.

Bob comes to me and grabs the leash. “We’ll leave you two alone for a bit and think about what we’ll do with Jad next. Enjoy the time!” He pulls, and I follow him. He locks the cell door and we go upstairs to the living room.

Bob pulls me onto the sofa with him, and we lie there for a while, cuddling. Bob strokes me gently, plays with me. I lay my head on his chest, continuing to enjoy the sight of Bob in his rubber suit. Bob grabs his tablet, clicks around a bit, turns on the TV, and we see Jad and Doggy in the cell from an angle above. Jad’s body looks great in the rubber suit, so stretched out, with the narrow waist, his upper body developing in a V-shape to his broad shoulders, and from there, his muscular arms, tightly clamped in the chains. And then, below, his taut thighs, forced into such an open and vulnerable position. Doggy stands above Jad on his stumps and continues to work on Jad with his lips; he can’t seem to get enough. Jad continues to writhe in vain, and it doesn’t seem to be fake. His cock is still hard as a board, though. Doggy keeps trying to get it on with his mouth, but he can’t. So he now lies on Jad’s upper body and tries to grab Jad’s cock with his stumps, but that also fails. At least he can touch Jad’s cockhead with his knee while continuing to suck on his nipple with his mouth, which is apparently driving Jad pretty crazy, as can be seen from Jad’s wild attempts to free himself.

Bob watches the scene with amusement. “Jad doesn’t let anyone near him. He can’t stand any affection either. I don’t think Doggy was ever allowed to really touch him before. The only thing Jad does is fuck him. I think he still thinks everything else is ‘gay’ – he really still has a problem with that. A few years ago, Tom saw him in a gay bar. He’s totally Tom’s type. Tom hit on him. Tom was still a switcher back then and was totally into Jad. It was through him that Jad first got into all the BDSM stuff. Tom taught him a lot, trained him to be his master, so to speak. And Jad learned quickly and enjoyed the role. Tom and Jad met often and certainly had a lot of fun. But whenever Tom wanted more, Jad blocked him. He didn’t allow any closeness or tenderness. That was the fundamental difficulty between him and Tom, which is why it fell apart, or rather, why the two never found each other in a relationship and then drifted apart again. Today, they are just good friends.

And that’s exactly how he keeps Doggy at a distance, no matter how much the poor boy pines for Jad. I thought it would be a fitting punishment for Jad, that Doggy can just have his way with him. And the same deal applies to him as he wanted for you: As long as his cock is hard, I can keep going.”

I grunt into my gag, wanting to say something too, wanting to finally tell Bob my thoughts. Bob laughs. “So, are you in the mood to share something??” I nod vigorously, and Bob actually takes the gag off me. I have to move my jaw a few times before I can really speak, but then it all comes pouring out. I tell Bob about my observations and my suspicions. The way Jad looks at Bob, how he enjoyed it that afternoon when Doggy licked his ass, but also how caught out he looked when he saw me notice. And earlier, when he resisted half-heartedly, or just for show.

“And what are you trying to tell me with that?”

“I think he wants to be subjugated. He longs for it. But he can’t admit it, he doesn’t want to admit it to himself.”

Bob laughs. “Ah, so like you?”

Bob caught me off guard with that. I have to think for a moment, because that’s not it. It’s different for me, isn’t it? I’m a little confused now. Is Bob trying to hold up a mirror to me with Jad? But I don’t want to entertain that idea right now. Bob remains silent, lets me squirm a bit, but then decides to move on.

“So what do you suggest? What do you think we should do with Jad?”

I gather my courage. “I think Jad needs something in his hole!”

Bob laughs out loud, wholeheartedly. He can’t contain himself. “No, that’s going too far. Jad is extremely sensitive about this topic. The very idea is absurd!”

I look at Bob silently for a while, thinking. “You have a deal with him. Pick out a plug and show it to him. If he doesn’t want it, his cock won’t stay hard. And then we’ll stop.”

Now Bob starts to think. “Hmm, we could try that. I don’t think so, but it’s worth a try. But maybe we should raise the bar a little higher. I’ll make his cock soft, and when it gets hard again, he’ll get the plug.”

Bob likes the idea more and more. I can feel his enthusiasm now. He jumps up, pulls me up by the leash, and through the hallway. He leaves the gag out, but the chains, mitts, and diaper stay on. I shuffle after him as fast as I can in the chains. It’s too slow for Bob; he’s very impatient now. He grabs me, throws me over his shoulder, and hurries up the steps and into the playroom. I’m always amazed at how easily Bob can carry me around. He’s so strong. I’m melting again.

In the playroom, he stands me on the floor in front of the shelf with the plugs. “So, which one should we get?” I’m at a loss; the shelf is full of all sorts of different plugs. I think it shouldn’t be too big, since he’s obviously completely inexperienced. But not too small either. It’s okay if it hurts him a little! It seems I start to have some thoughts of revenge or sadistic tendencies. We discuss a few options. It’s another situation where Bob sees me as eye level, even though I’m tied up in chains and a diaper. As if to remind me of my position, Bob keeps playfully grabbing the chains, pats my crotch, or grabs my hands that are trapped in my mittens. It’s still nice, though; I like that I can have a say, that he takes me seriously.

Finally, we decide together on a moderately thick plug. I probably wouldn’t even feel it after the training I’ve had over the past two weeks. But it’s probably a good start. The plug is bright orange and has a suction cup on the base. That was important to Bob.

Bob pushes the plug between my mitts and throws me over his shoulder. He carries me into the basement and stands me next to the table.

First, though, he grabs Doggy and puts him back on the floor. Doggy whines a bit and tries to get back onto the table, but of course, he can’t. He does manage to get high enough to lick Jad’s feet. Bob doesn’t like this, so he pulls Doggy away from the table again and attaches the leash to the wall.

Jad’s cock is still standing stiffly. Bob turns to Jad. “Well, my boy saw something in you that I can’t quite believe. But I want to try it out now. You know the deal – if you get hard, it’s a yes. But to really test that, we have to get your cock down first.” Jad looks at Bob, irritated, who bursts into a somewhat malicious laugh at the last words. Bob now grabs Jad’s balls with one hand and slaps them with the other. Jad writhes, pulls at the chains, screams into the gag. It’s not a show, it’s real. I can imagine that. The way Bob does it must be really painful – luckily he was never that mean to me! But it’s hot to see how this defenseless, athletic body tries to fight against the chains, but simply has no chance. Jad reflexively tries several times to pull his thighs together, which are spread outwards. The chain has maybe 5 centimeters of slack there before the leg is yanked back with a loud click. The hands, too, are flailing wildly in the chains. The padded rubber mittens weren’t really necessary, because even with free fingers, Jad wouldn’t have had a chance of freeing himself from the chains. But the way these plump rubber balls now wave around helplessly in their chains is a truly amazing spectacle.

I realize this is all turning me on. My cock is now pressing painfully against the cage I’m unfortuntely wearing under my diaper. I rub my mittens against the diaper a little, but it only makes things worse. Bob grins at me. I guess I just revealed something about myself again.

Jad’s cock has now completely collapsed, just as Bob wanted. Now Bob takes the plug from me, which Jad hadn’t seen until now, and holds the bright orange thing up to his face. Jad’s expression becomes visibly nervous. “My boy thinks you’d like your hole stuffed. Like I said, I don’t believe it, but we’ll see what your cock says. You can think about it for ten minutes. When your cock is hard again after that, I’ll stuff this thing up your hole!” With these words, Bob forcefully places the plug right in the middle of Jad’s chest, where the suction cup of the plug sticks with an audible pop. Jad grunts into the gag, shakes his head violently, and glares angrily at me. Doggy, on the other hand, almost seems to burst out laughing, but just manages to control himself. Jad stares transfixed at the orange plug and writhes even more in his chains, which only causes the plug to wobble around merrily on his chest. I burst out laughing, Bob joins in and finally also Doggy can’t hold back any longer.

Jad is now cursing loudly into the gag, but I can’t understand any of it. But I notice something stirring in his cock… ever so gently, but I saw something. Bob now grabs my leash and pulls me upstairs from the cell. The CCTV is still running in the living room, but there’s nothing spectacular to see yet, just Jad staring, transfixed, at the plug in front of him, even though it must be quite exhausting to keep his head up. Bob is still laughing. “Even if you’re wrong, the idea is great fun! Did you see the look in his eyes? Priceless!”

Bob hugs me, kisses me deeply. “We could have so much fun together! I really hope you stay with me.”

Suddenly, he jumps up. “There!” He zooms in on Jad’s cock. It’s clearly visible – his penis is filling with blood. Bob jumps up, runs upstairs, and comes back with the straitjacket and a spreader bar. I look at him, aghast. “Not for you, don’t worry. For doggy. He needs a more relaxed position now, too. Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

Once in the cell, Bob first takes care of Doggy, freeing his balls and legs from their uncomfortable position, but then immediately secures the spreader bar between his feet. Doggy stretches out his legs gratefully, moaning slightly. Next, Bob frees his arms and puts them in the straitjacket. Here, too, Doggy’s relief is palpable. Finally, he attaches Doggy’s collar to a wall hook so he can stand. Bob probably wants Doggy to have a good view of Jad this time.

Only now does he turn to Jad. Jad continues to curse into the gag, but his cock has swollen so hard that no one can deny that the situation is turning him on. Bob grabs Jad’s crotch, searching for the zipper on his butt. The position is difficult, so Bob extends the chains pulling Jad’s thighs apart by perhaps 30 centimeters, then connects the iron shackles on his thighs with another chain to pull his knees up.

Now that he’s restrained like this, the situation at Jad’s hole relaxes. The zipper now seems to open easily. Bob grabs a tube of lubricant and moves his finger towards Jad’s hole. Jad is now almost hysterical. He practically screams into the gag, desperately trying to escape, but he is completely defenseless against Bob. When Bob’s finger slides into his hole, Jad falls backward and moans loudly. Bob gets more lube and continues to lubricate Jad’s hole, perhaps now with a second finger. Jad no longer resists, but his body tenses. The cursing and shrieking now turn into whimpers, mixed with the beginnings of a moan of pleasure.

Finally, Bob reaches for the plug. With a loud pop, he pulls it from Bob’s chest, slathers it with plenty of lubricant, and moves toward Jad’s hole. He puts it in, Jad screams, whimpers, and moans. The plug seems to be a bit too thick after all. But Bob keeps going, maintaining the pressure relentlessly. The veins on Jad’s cock bulge, I think his cock is about to burst. Then, with a jerk, the plug slides into Jad’s hole. Jad screams into the gag, his cock explodes! It’s one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever seen. Jad doesn’t stop squirting; it just gushes out of him. His whole body is still tense, Jad moans loudly into the gag.

Slowly, the cock stops twitching. Jad’s body falls back, exhausted. Bob cleans up the mess and frees Doggy from the wall hook. He immediately runs to Jad and continues to work on him with his mouth. Now that he can move freely around the room, he goes straight to Jad’s cock, lovingly licking it and his balls. Jad no longer resists, letting it happen, exhausted.

Jad has pushed the plug out of his hole again. Bob sees this, pushes Doggy aside for a moment, and pushes the plug back in. Jad moans again, but Bob closes the zipper over the plug. Doggy is now allowed to touch Jad’s cock again, while Bob returns Jad’s thighs to their previous position. Finally, Bob goes to the hood, closes the outer shell, and secures the zipper with a small lock. When Jad notices how tight, dark, and stuffy it is, he whimpers loudly into the gag and shakes his head violently again, as if trying to shake off the hood. But Bob ignores Jad’s pleas, turns around, pulls me out of the cell on my leash, and locks the door behind us.

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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