By Bondagegimp
We need to talk
After a while, Bob gets up, grabs one of the chains attached to the bed, attaches it to my collar, and goes into the tiled room. I hear the shower and lie on the bed, lost in my thoughts. The plug in my hole is pressing hard. I’ve certainly had larger plugs in me before, even a fist, but anything larger was only for a short time. Something this size for a longer period is a new challenge. I can feel my body trying to push the intruder out, but the crotch strap presses it relentlessly into my hole.
Every attempt to push the plug out only makes its presence more obvious and harder to bear. Then there’s the cock cage, the diaper on top, the suit made of strong nylon fabric, and finally the mesh of sturdy leather straps that constrict my lower abdomen into a thick, tight package.
I try to control the impulse to push the plug out. It requires concentration; my body doesn’t really want to get used to the intrusive object. It’s too big. I could easily tolerate a slightly smaller plug after the training of the last few days. FUCK. I had the choice! I should have just decided! But how bad this must be for Jad! He’s obviously not used to plugs at all. It must be a really terrible torture for him. Poor guy. I feel sorry for him for a moment. And I brought this on him. Not the really thick plug — that was Tom and Bob — but the first plug was my idea. I instigated Bob.
But then I see the image in my mind’s eye again of how horny he was when Bob forced the thing inside him. The thought is making me horny again; I can feel my cock swelling in its thick packaging. It wasn’t just the sight of that muscular and tortured body, trying helplessly to resist, only to be overcome by its own lust. It was also the fact that I had helped cause it. A feeling of power, but also a feeling of satisfaction in seeing that this was exactly what he wanted, or rather, needed! I can suddenly understand what turns Bob on about his game with me.
Suddenly a thought flashes through my mind. I suddenly see everything clearly. FUCK! How could I have missed that? Was that Bob’s plan? Have I fallen for his game again? Bob has shifted me from the role of victim to the role of perpetrator. A change of perspective. It wasn’t about Jad, it was about me! I thought it was absolutely right that we forced Jad because it was the best thing for him. Wasn’t this a liberation for him? Hadn’t this been exactly what he had secretly wanted for so long? And wasn’t this incredible orgasm proof that something had been building up inside him for years? Hadn’t we released a blockage? Won’t he be happier now?
How must my orgasms affect Bob? Does he also see them as confirmation to keep going? Am I not being forced into my own happiness just like I am? It’s certainly no coincidence that Bob stuffed a very similar plug into my hole as Jad’s. A not-so-subtle hint to me. The shift in perspective back into my situation after Jad had allowed me to see it from the outside for a moment. Once again, a clever and complex plan by Bob. How could I have missed that!
At the same time, he reminds me that I can’t decide, that I need Bob. Because yes, the plug is uncomfortable, but I also find it hot that Bob forced me into this situation, even though I hate it. When he brought me up and undressed earlier, he seemed so careless, fidgety, even a little hectic, as if his mind was elsewhere. I thought he was thinking about Jad and wanted to quickly get back to Tom and talk to him more about Jad. So he left me standing there half-finished, as if he were saying, “Oh, pick something out yourself for the night!” But that was no accident! He leads me by the nose through my own emotional world, shows me my own situation from different perspectives. I’m an idiot! How could I not have noticed that? Bob taught me two lessons. First: Some people have to be forced into their happiness. And second: I am one of those people, because I’m not even able to decide what I wear at night.
Behind me, I hear Bob coming out of the tiled room. He’d tied me to the bed so that I could only face the wall. So I hear him coming out of the room and moving around, but I can’t see anything until he finally stands in front of me. He’s put on the shorts and T-shirt I briefly wore myself before I more or less consciously decided to leave the decision to Bob. Now he’s mocking me, too.
But he looks so sexy in them, especially from this perspective, lying on the bed and looking up at him. The shorts emphasize his bulge so beautifully; higher up, his thick pectoral muscles bulge beneath his T-shirt, the sleeves stretch over his broad biceps. The slightly shiny material accentuates the bulges even more. I can’t help myself; I crawl closer to him, straightening up as far as the chain on the collar allows. My head just reaches his bulge. I rub my head against it, snuggle up. Unfortunately, the mask doesn’t allow me to really feel the material of the shorts. The mask only has a larger opening at my mouth, so I use my lips, gliding them over the firm bulge, feeling the silky, smooth material of the shorts, with Bob’s still-slightly-erect cock and balls underneath. I gently grasp his cock with my lips through the fabric, tracing its contours. I feel his cock pumping full again, but then Bob gently pulls me back. “We’re going over to the bedroom now.”
Bob unties the chain, pulls me up until I’m standing, and then pulls me further down the hall into the bedroom. In the bedroom, he throws me onto the bed, and stands in front of me, just like he did next door in the playroom, even more provocatively than before — he almost pushes his bulge into my face. I continue where I left off next door, working his cock with my lips through the smooth fabric of his shorts, becoming more energetic, using my mouth and teeth, moving to his balls, feeling one with my lips, pulling it into my mouth, playfully clamping it between my lips, ever tighter, until Bob moans and laughs, pushes me away. Then he jumps on me, kisses me all over, gropes me, caresses me, hugs me. He’s exuberant, boisterous, like a puppy. I savor the moment, responding to him as best I can in my bonds.
But suddenly he stops and becomes serious. “We need to talk.” He takes the chain from my collar, fastens it to the bed, lies down next to me, and pulls me close. My head rests between his arms and his strong chest. I love this place. He knows it. We lie there quietly for a while, and he strokes my head gently.
“I fell in love with you. Actually, the moment I saw you in the bar. Maybe you were the reason I sent the other two guys away. I saw you, our eyes met. In that moment, I knew: I want you, no one else! It wasn’t a coincidence that we met again. The night after our first eye contact, I could hardly sleep. As soon as it got light, I got in my car and drove frantically through the city, hoping to meet you again. I went to the train station at least five times, systematically searched the city center, drove down every main road, over and over again. I would have continued doing that for many more days if I hadn’t found you. But then I saw you, hitchhiking on the other side of one of the streets. I couldn’t believe my luck, turned around quickly, and picked you up. I had to pull myself together so I didn’t let it show. Your innocent, shy look as you got in. How you recognized me immediately, but didn’t want to admit it. I was blown away. And then your time with me. Every day with you brought me so much happiness!
“And I see how much you long for it, but I also feel your hesitation, your fear. I can understand that, you’re afraid of the unknown. But at the same time, I’m also so scared, scared that you’ll leave me. I don’t want to lose this happiness with you. That’s why I’m asking you, tell me what’s bothering you, what’s making you hesitate. Then I can see if I can take away your fear. But I also have to warn you right away. I, too, have my limits, limits I can’t cross. And yet we have to try. This between us is something so special, I’m ready to fight for it! I’m ready to fight for us!”
There it was again, Bob’s charm. His irresistible charm. Even if I didn’t believe a word he said, I would still succumb to his charm. This tall, muscular guy with the dark eyes, baring his innermost thoughts before me, showing himself vulnerable, how could I not melt in a moment like that? I simply have to love him. And yes, yes! I, too, want this to become serious between us. But what should I answer him? That the price is too high for me? He demands that I give up everything for him — my friends, my family, my freedom, forever! But could he waive this demand? Or is that his limit? Or should I tell him about my worries about what will become of me if he loses interest in me? Will he then let me rot in his basement? Or else, how will he feel about other guys? I felt a slight pang of jealousy several times today. If I’m his, he should be mine too! But what does he think about this?
Should I tell him all this? Yes, perhaps it is best to address everything openly. He opened this door! Perhaps it is not just the best, but the only or last chance for us to save this, yes, this relationship, or whatever it may be, and bring it to a happy ending? So I pluck up the courage and tell Bob about all my misgivings, fears, and worries, but I also tell him how these two weeks have opened up a completely new perspective for me, how Bob has shown me sides of myself that I myself was unknown to: desires, lust, and not least, my affection for him — perhaps my love.
Bob listens intently, nodding, stroking me the whole time. He’s very close, letting me feel his body. It feels good. It’s one of those moments when his closeness gives me so much strength. He waits patiently until I’ve said everything, then thinks for a while. During the pause, I snuggle my head against his chest.
“I can well understand that you have a lot of thoughts on your mind, that you’re worried, perhaps even afraid of what might happen. Many people get excited and nervous even over much smaller decisions, like changing jobs or moving or something like that. And you’re making a much more profound decision. And I don’t want to persuade you or sugarcoat the situation in any way. It’s your decision whether you want to leave and go back to your old life. But I have to make one thing clear: you may be giving up your old life with this decision, but you’re getting a new life in return, a different one. And in my opinion, you have to accept that new life with all your heart.
“There’s a poem by the German author Hermann Hesse that has accompanied me through various phases of my life. One section deals with exactly this topic:
The heart must be, at each new call for leaving,
prepared to part and start without the tragic,
without the grief – with courage to endeavor
a novel bond, a disparate connection:
for each beginning bears a special magic
that nurtures living and bestows protection.
We’ll walk from space to space in glad progression
and should not cling to one as homestead for us.
The cosmic spirit will not bind nor bore us;
it lifts and widens us in ev’ry session:
“If you enter a room and leave the door open behind you, you will never really arrive in the room. If you stay with me, then I want you to fully immerse yourself in this new life, to give yourself over to it completely. No turning back. And I can tell you from my own experience, that will set you free. I have experienced a lot myself as a sub or slave in the past. Some were great, but not all were good. Some were very painful. And I don’t mean the physical pain, but the injuries to the soul. But I have learned from all of the situations. Probably more from the painful ones than the pleasurable ones. However, I was never asked if I wanted to become their slave, they simply forced me. It was brutal. It took a while to overcome that. I don’t want to subject you to all of that. I stand by my word. If you really decide to leave me, then I will let you go.
“But I learned one thing from the situation. When I finally accepted that I could no longer escape them, a deep inner peace arose within me. I was able to let go. I was freed from the conflicts, the decisions. Having no choice and no hope also means no doubts, no responsibility.
“But I want to leave the decision up to you. In the image of the poem above: You are in the next space, but the door to the previous one is still open. You can go back or stay, but if you stay, the door is closed. A new beginning doesn’t happen without saying goodbye to the old life. If you accept that, if you let yourself go, everything will feel different. It will take some effort, but once you’ve made your decision, everything is different. The doubts and the responsibility are gone. Sure, there will be uncertainty in your daily life. Every day you will ask yourself what Bob has planned for you today. But on the big picture, you have reliability. You don’t have to decide anything anymore. That will free you. You can let go. If you surrender yourself to Bob, Bob will take care of you. Bob will decide for you. Bob knows what’s good for you. And you know that Bob knows that, sometimes better than you do yourself.
“I saw exactly how torn you were: plug or no plug? Diaper? Restraints? Rubber? Admit it: Two weeks ago, you had a big problem with diapers and the plug, but now you feel uncomfortable without them. You just can’t admit it yet, so I have to decide for you. Didn’t you do exactly the same thing for Jad earlier? You recognized it in Jad — why is it so hard for you to recognize it in yourself?”
FUCK. I was right. Bob planned it all! He led me around by the nose. But he’s right — the whole thing opened my eyes to a new perspective.
“And I will continue to do this with you. If you stay with me, I will continue to push you to your limits, only to overcome them. There will always be situations that will overwhelm you. That’s why I have to keep you tied up. Jad would never have let all of this happen to him today if he hadn’t been helplessly chained. And what do you think he would do now if he could free himself? It’s no different with you, even though I’ve always treated you much more gently and will continue to do so. But there will still be moments when you want to run away. To be completely honest: I will even deliberately provoke this, bring you to the point where you are desperate, crying, resisting, and wanting to escape from your bonds. Only when you want to free yourself or run away will I feel your limit. And only then, only when you realize that you are truly completely at my mercy, that you have no choice, will you accept your true nature with your whole being, that you are my helpless prisoner, my slave, my little gimp.”
Phew. Is Bob trying to calm me down with these words? At the moment, he’s actually making me nervous. Suddenly, everything sounds so serious, so real. Maybe I’m only just now realizing what a decision I’m making! During the last few sentences, Bob becomes very affectionate, snuggles up to me, but it’s an intrusive, smothering affection. He caresses me, and at the same time, he wraps his arms and legs around me until I’m completely trapped in his body.
“Now, on the subject of family and friends. Every contact with the outside world means opening the door to the last room again, even if it’s just a crack. And then the doubts return. And the worries, the responsibility. And you know that yourself very well. The other day, you had the opportunity to turn on your smartphone. I watched you. I could read your thoughts in your hesitation. You didn’t want to be torn from this world. You left the door closed. Because if you’re honest, you feel comfortable with me. That’s what you want. But you only feel comfortable because you’re simply following your heart and have pushed aside all the supposed morals you bring with you from your old world. Imagine if someone from your old life saw you like this now, tied up, in a diaper, a plug, a cock cage — what would they think? ‘You don’t do that!’; ‘That’s perverse.’ And these thoughts are still inside you. And with every contact with the outside world, they come. again. And with them comes unrest, comes doubt.
“I feel the same way. When I look outside, I doubt myself. I ask myself what I’m actually doing here. How deviant is it that I do to some guys? It only goes away when I see that the guys like it. Didn’t you experience that with Jad today? Legally speaking, you incited me to commit a crime. But morally, it all goes away because we all assume that Jad secretly wants this, and we’re just helping him overcome his fear and finally admit it.
“In that sense, you are my counterpart, my lost half, my soul mate. We are like yin and yang, incomplete without the other. You need me to overcome you, to let your true self out. And I need you because only with you does everything I do feel right. So, to answer one of your questions: how I will feel about you, whether you will ever have reason to be jealous. Please examine yourself. How justified was your jealousy today? Did you ever have the feeling that I preferred someone to you? Doggy? I was only comforting him; he’s had to endure a lot these last few days. Jad? You thought that was really hot, admit it!
“Let me put it this way: There will always be situations where I play with other guys, look at them, maybe even kiss them, and have sex and fun with them. But I am certain of one thing, because I have been searching for so long: You are my lost half, my soul mate. No matter how many men are around me, I could never find a replacement for you. I have the feeling that you see through me. I see the real you, you see the real me. I often have the feeling that I don’t fit into this world. But with you everything feels so normal, as if it had to be this way, as if it couldn’t be any other way. With you I can be who I am. And you can be with me as you are. And without you all I would be left with is the longing for you.
“But will it stay this way forever? Neither of us can say. Our relationship has a dynamic — we’ve noticed that over the last few days. A lot of things are going completely differently than I had planned. You don’t submit, you always have a mind of your own. It’s different than I imagined, but I like it a lot; it exceeds my expectations. At first you were more shy, now you’re more outspoken. You’re challenging me too! Your suggestion for Jad today came as a big surprise and I really enjoyed it! Firstly, because it was a great idea. Secondly, I just loved how you suddenly saw your situation and mine from a different perspective. But last but not least, I thought it was great because we did something together. It was a different constellation between us; for a while, I felt like your accomplice, not your master. I’m sure that I’ll experience many more surprises with you over the next few years, which might even completely change our relationship. But you should always be clear that you won’t be deciding this, I will. And no one knows if and when it will happen. In a year, in two years, in five?
“There’s only one thing I can rest assured you have: I certainly won’t keep you as my gimp or slave if I realize that’s no longer your destiny. Just as you certainly wouldn’t have enjoyed Jad if he hadn’t gotten so turned on by it, I wouldn’t enjoy forcing you to do things you don’t secretly want to. And even that could change at some point, and that would, of course, lead to a different kind of relationship for us.”
I listen to Bob, spellbound. He’s reflected deeply on it; he seems to have been grappling with the topic for years. And he’s clearly experienced some things himself and drawn his own conclusions. He was a slave himself? Against his will? I’d be interested to know more about that. Especially how he got out of it. But perhaps just as he just said — at some point, the relationship changes, and if it’s no longer a good fit, it’s no longer appropriate for the master (or was he talking about several?) either.
It’s a strange mixture of relief and fear right now. It’s good that Bob sees the relationship as dynamic; he’ll allow it to change. That takes some of the weight off the decision, which is inherent in this eternal pathos of “forever.” However, I won’t have any influence on it. I still have to surrender myself completely to him. And he doesn’t flatter me in the slightest; he openly admits that he’ll drive me to despair again. Only, after this conversation, everything sounds even more well-thought-out, even more real. It’s crystal clear in my mind’s eye. I’ll be his prisoner, with no influence on what happens to me. The decision to stay could be my last free decision. This isn’t a game! He won’t play with me for a few days after I’ve made my decision, then laugh and say, “It was just a game!” No, he’s completely serious. And that scares me more than ever.
But he’s opened a door a crack, and I have to ask again. Because if it’s so unpredictable how the relationship will develop, then it might be possible and sensible not to cut off contact with family and friends completely, or at least not so abruptly. I’m aware, however, that Bob hasn’t told me everything. He doesn’t want contact because it always carries the possibility that someone might get clues about where I am and search for me, perhaps even free me. I’m not sure the whole time whether Bob is genuinely afraid of this or whether he simply wants me to have absolutely no hope of being freed so that I can fully immerse myself in my new role. But I’ve noticed how carefully he’s been paying attention. The last place where I was in any way visible and where my smartphone could be tracked is several hours away by car. And since I’ve been here, no one has seen my face. When others were around, I was always wearing a mask or at least wearing a muzzle that largely covers my face. If anyone ever comes looking for me, the chances are virtually zero.
I’ve thought about it for a long time. I hardly have any close friends. They wouldn’t be surprised if I stayed away. They might think I’d found a new life abroad and forgotten them. The family is different. But they have trouble with the fact that I’m gay. If I told them I was living with a man, they would voluntarily minimize contact. The main thing is that the rest of my family doesn’t find out I’m gay.
I could make an arrangement with Bob to exchange a few emails every few weeks. He can check and send them, even via an encrypted server or something — he’s sure to find a way. I want to suggest it to him. Even if he refuses, I might learn more about him from it.
Bob thinks for a long time. He notices from my question that I’ve clearly noticed the care he’s taken to bring me here without leaving a trace. His answer is hesitant, tentative. He’s still thinking as he speaks. “Hmm, I can understand your point, and that could perhaps be a way forward. However, what bothers me about it is that every email is a look back; it will pull you out of this world and sow new doubts, setting you back in your development. If so, then it would have to be reduced to occasional contact. Every few weeks. I would have to decide when to show you the answers and when you can react. Hmm… And after that, it’ll take you a while to get back into the swing of things. That would have to be compensated for somehow… Hmm… Intensive training afterward. That would be the price: receiving intensive, hard training after every external contact until you’re back on track. Hmm… I’d have to think about that… ”
Bob is still looking very thoughtful, but suddenly his expression brightens, and a devilish grin spreads across his face. “Yes, yes!! Yes, that’s a possibility! I already have an idea, that’s good! Let’s do it like that!”
With these words, he pulls me closer to him and kisses me passionately. “I knew it’s always very stimulating with you, you give me the best ideas!”
I can feel his horniness rising again. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his cock, already semi-hard in his pants. His sudden euphoria worries me, but also makes me curious and almost a little horny. But before I can ask any more questions, Bob pulls the outer hood over my head. It has a thick, padded gag with just a small breathing tube. The gag is soft but very thick; it completely fills my mouth. My brief attempt to fend it off, to ask Bob about his idea, is immediately quelled with a short, hard electric shock to my balls — I had completely forgotten that I was still wearing the harness around my abdomen, which can deliver electric shocks. Now Bob zips up the back of my head, and the hood immediately becomes tight and stuffy. While it’s also made of the same coarse, breathable nylon material, it’s also thickly padded and presses tightly against my face. Aside from the breathing hole in the gag, it only has two tiny holes by the nose.
I feel a slight panic rising, but Bob continues. There also seem to be straps on the mask, which he now pulls tight, apparently locking them. I shake my head, moaning into the gag, but Bob continues, finally hooking the mask with a ring at the top of my head to a chain on the bed, pulling me down by my legs until it’s taut, and tying my feet to the bed. I’m now lying stretched out next to Bob, my arms pressed tightly to my body, my head wrapped tightly and bound so that I can only turn it slightly to the left or right. The panic intensifies; I scream into the gag, shaking back and forth. Bob lies down next to me, holding me tight. I feel the current on my cock and balls again, this time the gently tingling variety. The current is making me horny; my cock is now pressing painfully against the bars.
Bob’s hands are playing with the mask and my nipples, which can be exposed with a zipper. Horniness and panic are fighting with each other. The current is getting a little stronger; I feel Bob’s embrace. Horniness pushes away the panic. Bob turns the current back a little, but leaves it on so that it keeps me constantly a little horny. I feel Bob assuming his sleeping position, snuggled up to me with me in his arm and one leg over my legs. Does he want to let me sleep with the electrostimulation?
He falls asleep, the gentle current on his cock and balls drives me crazy! It keeps me a little aroused. Then there’s Bob’s heavy body next to me and half on top of me. It’s hot and frustrating because my cock is locked up. The situation makes it difficult to think clearly about the conversation. Bob’s thoughts scare me. They’re so concrete, so serious, so real! It would be crazy to allow this! And at the same time, my cock is pressing so hard against the cage, and not just because of the electrostimulation.
The thought of surrendering myself to this man, of belonging to him, makes me horny; I can’t do anything about it! And there’s a lot of Bob’s charm in there, too. If I heard the same statements from someone I didn’t find as incredibly attractive and sexy as Bob, my decision would be clear. I conjure up Bob’s image in my mind’s eye. That tall guy, his muscles, his handsome face with the alert and sometimes dark eyes. I’m so attached to him. The thought of leaving him hurts so much! Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.
I had hoped that after the conversation, I would see things more clearly and be able to make decisions more easily. And some things he did make clear, but in a way that plunged me into new conflicts! The conversation only drove me deeper into my ambiguous feelings! I’m just glad I still have enough time before I have to make a decision!
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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