By ty dehner

A few hours passed as Jonas and I just rested; he always kept his touch on me. At times he would tap my balls through the rubber just to remind me he was around. But he mostly just let me sleep. I was stewing in piss and sweat, but I was able to catch some down time.

Jonas eventually got up, instructing me to stay on the bed. When he returned, he said he was going to feed me. I admit I was extremely hungry and ready to eat. Setting me up on the edge of the bed, a straw was inserted into the grommet hole of the hood and I sucked in. It was a chocolate protein shake that I took down quickly. Between the cold and taste it filled my mouth with flavor. Being so hungry I felt the cool in my stomach. Next I was allowed some water and another protein shake.

After feeding time I was led to a chair with a padded seat, and restraints were locked that kept me secured in the seat.

“Rest up, more fun comes later, gimp.” With that Jonas tapped me on the side of my head and left me alone to stew further in my silent world.

A few hours went by, and I heard some commotion around me. I would stop my breathing so I could hear through the hood but really couldn’t tell what was going on. Soon, the restraints were removed, and I was helped to my feet. I was led a short distance and then was placed on a table that was padded.

All the liquid in my suit ran over my body and pooled under my back and ass. Someone took my hands and arms, placing them on my side then proceeded to roping them securely to the table. I was a surprised when another set of hands started lacing my torso into place on the table. I was laced snugly, not able to move my arms and upper body. Hands then started opening the zipper at my crotch and pulling out the steel that contained my cock and balls. They fondled them some, making me struggle in the bondage. I could hear them chucking as they caused me to squirm.

Slowly they worked the cage off me and for the first time in a long while, my cock jumped to attention and I enjoyed the cool air as it got harder. Whoever removed the cage then started wrapping some rope around the base of my balls, extending them. Then the gloved hands left that part of me alone. Another set of hands started to release the leather hood that I had been wearing for hours now. A voice that was not Jonas instructed me to not speak or open my eyes when the hood was removed.

As it was peeled from my sweat soaked head, I followed the instructions. I did feel the cool air strike the sweat on my face and head and it felt wonderful. Also, the pressure of the hood was removed. A gloved hand touched my lips and had me open my mouth. A wet cloth wad was pushed in and eventually I could tell it was soaked in piss. Then plastic wrap was put around my head. Then there was the unmistakable sound of duct tape, and soon my head was being wrapped snugly. I moaned some, especially when the kept adding layers and layers of tape over my mouth and eyes. The rubber hood of the dry suit was now under the wrap and tape and I must have been a faceless object with only a little space for my nose. They then put a leather muzzle over my head that allowed them to strap down my head completely to the table that I was laying upon.

After that, my legs were lifted, and all the liquid came rushing over my body pooling around my shoulders. Some even went as far as the rubber hood that is attached to the suit and I could feel it on the back of my shaved head. They worked the zip lower and kept my ass high so that no liquids would leak out. Soon a cold, goopy plug was being slid into my waiting hole. They took their time and pulled it in and out, time and time again to get my hole used to the size of this object. When they were finished, they slowly lowered my legs, zipping the suit up. I could feel some wires and I realized that I was going to do more than just have the plug in my ass. After they had settled me back down, someone started roping my legs down to the table. Once they were done, I was not able to move. They had zipped the crotch of the suit up to a point where it wouldn’t leak as I felt the piss and sweat move back over me when my legs were returned to the table.

Then I noticed no one was touching me. I didn’t know how many guys were watching me now, but I knew there was at least two. Slowly the frequency was turned up on the plug in my ass and it started to make my cock grow. Some lube was put on my dick and a rubber-gloved hand stroked it before a metal sounds utensil was inserted into my urethra and slowly filled the hole. I moaned into the piss-soaked gag that was filling my mouth under the tightness of the duct tape that encased my head. Another set of hand started just touching me, sliding their gloved hands up and down my secured body. Everything was very erotic, not painful. They were going after all my senses.

I wasn’t over headed, but I was struggling in the secure bondage they had me in on the table. I could struggle some and feeling that bondage was part of the turn on of me being used by these guys. No one said a word, they just took their time touching me, letting the plug in my ass excite my ass and slide that sounds up and down to make the interior of my cock feel the pleasure. I was getting fucking hard and that metal in my cock was amazing. I found myself humping the rod as one of them started using his leather gloves on my head and rubbing around. He would get close to the only opening that was my nose and I could feel that leather. Then he moved even closer, covering my breathing and taking in the pure leather smell.

There was feelings going on all over my body. I could only imagine Jonas was still in his cop gear and what Max was wearing. I was tied down to the table in a liquid filled dry suit, head tapped and taking in one of their gloves as the others just use all my senses to remind me where I am and how helpless. I kept humping and getting more and more excited and I was getting to the edge to shoot my load. But I wasn’t there yet. I was taking in all the feelings on my body when suddenly the gloved hand clamped down on my nose and I couldn’t breathe any longer.

The electro of the plug was turned up, and I was trying to break free of the bondage because of the pain and the hand on my cock let the metal sound slowly enter my cock as they started to jack my dick. Fuck I struggled as my cock was getting hard, my breathing was getting desperate and the pain in my ass was setting it on fire. I was going to burst and shoot that metal rod out of my cock. But suddenly it all stopped, and I could breathe again, the rod was pulled out quickly and the electro stopped. Fuck, the rhythm was broken, and my orgasm was broken, and I screamed into the soaked gag that was stuffed in my mouth. I struggle to reach my cock but of course couldn’t. I heard a laugh and they slapped my torso and one even slapped my cock as it started to deflate in defeat. I screamed in the gag again asking to be allowed to shoot, but it came out a jumbled mess of noise.

I slowed down my struggling realizing that it wasn’t going to happen, and I was just making myself heat up in this suit and I was secured in. My breathing slowed and I tried to hear anything but there was only silence. I wasn’t sure but I think they had left the room, leaving me alone. I was so pissed as that was an amazing sensation, I was going through but didn’t get to shoot. I struggled a bit in the bondage, but it really was helpless. Even the tape on my head felt tight and was making me sweat in the plastic that was under the tape. I felt a hand on my cheek.

“You were amazing, gimp. My friend and I truly loved the show. Rest now, we’ll be starting the second act soon.”

I felt his lips on my tape-covered lips.

“The next one is going to be even more intense, so don’t go anywhere.”

He kissed me again and just left me bound to the table, encased in rubber, sightless and speechless, ass filled with my cock exposed to the air.

To be continued …