By JR

After our very intense weekend with David’s new friends, I was excited for the next encounter.  I had no idea what they looked like, but I started to crave the creative and strict punishments they administered and I especially enjoyed the effect they had on my boyfriend. Now, with these unknown guys holding the keys to my chastity device, there was no reason to even beg David for release.

I simply submitted, as David practiced the techniques he learned over the previous weekend.  The favored technique he learned was to get my ass red hot before sex.  He absolutely loved the look and feel of my ass after a hard paddling, and feeling the heat made him fuck like an animal.  This became our morning ritual.  I would awake, hands mitted and cuffed to the bed.  David would kiss me gently before pulling down the sheets and paddling my ass with a thick leather strap.  After twenty or so strikes, he would be ready to insert his throbbing dick inside of me.  He would pound my ass in a determined fashion, wanting to have a good release but not be late for the gym and work.  David would then release my mitts and toss me the keys to the handcuffs, as he headed off to make coffee.  He knew I loved every second of it, and he never felt remorse for punishing me so hard.

We would then run together or head to the gym, and get ready for work.  He likes to see me in slim workout shorts over a jock strap, which simultaneously looks gayer than anything other guys wear in our gym, reveals occasional marks on the backs of my thighs, and shows a visible bulge from my chastity device.  Since we are among the more fit guys in the gym, no one bothers us.  David likes the subtle humiliation factor, where I am just short of looking like a bondage slave in public.  Fortunately I know he will stop short of anything that would get us kicked out.

On those days that I have no outside meetings, and work from home all day, David demands that I stay in my rubber suit.  When zipped up around my neck, hasps on the zipper accommodate a padlock.  The suit unzips at the back for access to my ass, but there is no such access on the front.  This means a lot of evenings spent cleaning piss out of the rubber, when David finally lets me free.  For someone who is a stickler for hygiene, he sure enjoys when I get filthy.  On occasion, he will additionally fit my locking butt plug harness on under the rubber, so that even if I opened the back flap I would find no release.  This is how I found myself for three consecutive work days leading up to our next trip. I had been in chastity for nearly three, and each day I spent plugged and in rubber while David went to work.  At night he let me out, only to be put into some other similar position when we slept.

The time in between, when we were “just boyfriends”, I savor.  Cuddling on the sofa, running errands, and making dinner together all take on special meaning.  I can be myself and forget how intense our sexual relationship has become.  But of course I do not forget for long, as I learned to recognize a slight glimmer in David’s eyes and a slight smirk that tells me when it is time to play.  He doesn’t even have to say anything; I just know when it is time to start being very obedient.

One night we were cleaning up from dinner.  I was loading the dishwasher and David came up behind me.  He gently took my arms behind my back and just said “Follow me.  I’ll get the rest later.”  David told me that evening that we would be going camping with our new friends over the weekend, and that they wanted to be sure my bondage endurance was increasing.  They would not be tolerant of me panicking.  To help build this tolerance, David wanted to get me into a mummification position.  I saw laid out on the bed a roll of furniture wrapping cellophane, several rolls of duct tape, and a new gag with a breathing tube.  My dick nearly burst through the CB6000.  David saw how I was straining, and he told me he knew I would enjoy this, as he fit the gag in my eager mouth.

David took his time wrapping me from head to toe, several times around, with the cellophane.  I pulled my arms in tight so that he could wrap me leaving no slack for movement.  It was an intense feeling being bound so tight and evenly head to toe, more so than any bondage position or sleep sack.  He then began to cover the layers of plastic in simple gray duct tape.  By the end of the layers, the only opening I had to the outside world was the small breathing tube.  I was soaked in sweat and consciously fighting off feelings of panic.  David told me to make a noise, like “doot-doot-doot”, every thirty seconds or so to let him know I was ok.  And as long as I kept making that sound, he would keep me wrapped up.  This was an interesting challenge, as it put me in control of my own predicament, more or less.  I did not want to disappoint David by giving up too soon, so I was determined to respond as directed for as long as possible.  I laid there and struggled, dutifully sounding off as I sweat buckets.  I wondered how much more severe a bondage position I could possibly get into while camping, and what this practice was preparing me for.  David moved me around a couple of times and massaged my body to help circulation.  At one point I was drifting off and stopped signaling to David that I was ok.  He told me there was no way I was giving up so soon; it had been less than two hours.  I could barely hear David through the layers of plastic wrap and duct tape around my head, but I made out something about not making him waste supplies before I felt the paddling begin.  At first he paddled my chest and stomach, making me tense my muscles but unable to crouch even an inch to absorb the impacts.  Then he turned me over and started to paddle my ass, and hard.  I was yelping through my breathing tube.  Tears started to mix with the sweat around my head.  David alternated between a flogger on my back and a paddle on my ass.  I longed for the flogger, as it tickled compared the paddle’s impacts.  All of my muscles were tense in anticipation of more hits.  I was loss in an ecstatic feeling of complete helplessness and encapsulation, but in genuine fear as to whether I could physically endure this longer.

David stopped only long enough to carefully cut a hole through the layers of tape and plastic wrap around my ass, not large enough to give me any freedom of movement but just large enough for him to access my hole.  Because of the way the tape was tightly binding my pelvis, it held my ass shut and it took some work for David to work first a dildo and then his dick inside.  I soon knew what a blow-up doll would feel, if it had any feelings, to be completely inanimate and just used.  I could do nothing but vaguely wriggle as David fucked his mummy.  He finished with a thrust that made me arch my back so hard against my confinement, I thought I had dislocated my shoulder.  David then asked whether he should plug me and leave me until morning or let me go.  The thought of many more hours like this finally sent me into a bit of a panic.  I was already dehydrated and cramped, and however horny I was, I did not forget the dangers of a heat stroke.  I tried as best I could to shake my head no and yell “let me out” through the gag.  My whole body was convulsing. I knew David could tell I wanted out, needed out, but still he responded by shoving a metal plug in my ass instead.  I felt additional layers of tape close up the hole, and I just prayed to myself that he was only testing me.  I just shook in fear for a while, until David massaged me again to calm me down.  I was sobbing, but trying to compose myself.

Moments later I felt the shock of the metal plug, electrified in my ass.  It felt so hot that I forgot about the dangers of my predicament for a minute.  My mind told me I was in danger, but my dick and prostate wanted more.  David spoke loud and clear so I could hear this time: “Just another hour of this and I’ll let you free.  Don’t forget to make some noise this time.”  For the next hour, all I could do was concentrate on breathing and take the waves of shocks inside of me.  I felt cum leaking out of my dick even though I could not get hard.  I would inhale and exhale five times, then make a “doot-doot-doot” sound to let David know I was ok and avoid prolonged punishment, and then repeat.

When David let me out, he congratulated me on staying mummified for nearly four hours.  I had no idea so much time had passed.  He let me sleep without any bondage that night, except for the chastity device that he could not even unlock.

The camping trip took us to a remote site in Central Florida.  We headed to a private property accessed down a long gravel road, that turned to dirt and then mud before we arrived.  The site was a clearing on a small creek and fortunately had running water and electricity, with an open air shower and an actual toilet.  I expected a very dirty weekend, and was thankful that I would not have to bathe in the creek.  It was a pleasure to step out of our truck and see my captors face to face, especially as they were four pretty hot guys.  Three were very butch and built, while the fourth was more slender and clean cut.  The three bigger guys were wearing an assortment of camo pants, tank tops, and boots, while the thinner guy was in a baseball hat and leather jockstrap.  He was totally hot, and built exactly like me but a few years younger.  We were clearly the two subs in this group, an observation that would be quickly confirmed.

I never learned the submissive guy’s name, as the others just referred to him as pup and he hardly spoke.  The others were a couple named Steve and Steven and then James, who appeared to be most in control of the pup.  They all helped us unpack and set up our tent as the sun started to set on this Friday evening.  James told me I would look good dressed like his pup, and produced a second leather jockstrap.  David nodded in agreement, as he too changed from his preppy shorts and t-shirt into a pair of camo shorts and a beautiful thick leather chest harness.  Just looking at David’s chest muscles in this harness made my dick twitch, still in its chastity device.

As I changed in front of the guys, one of the Steve’s noticed the device and asked David how long I had been locked up.  I was confused by the question, since David did not have the key, but quickly figured out that he lied to me to keep me from trying to get free!  They never kept the key.  David saw the look of realization on my face and just laughed, and then explained his trick to his friends.  They all seemed to enjoy my humiliation, and one told me that it would have been a good idea for them to keep the key and promised to do so after this trip.  Only, instead of the plastic CB6000, he would fit me with a metal device with some spikes in it.  The threat or promise of this got my pulse going.

The guys decided that we would play some games over the weekend, which mainly involved the pup and me competing in some fashion, with the loser facing increasingly severe punishments.  The first game was a simple race, from our site through the mud to the site’s gate and back.  We both sprinted and then sloshed through the mud, coming back filthy and out of breath.  I won, and got to watch the pup’s punishment.  This first punishment was easy.  He got tied between two trees and whipped a dozen times, just hard enough to leave marks but nothing serious, across his back.  The pup did not make a sound, but when released, he automatically got on all fours and kissed the boots of his punisher.

For the next challenge we took to the creek and raced canoes, two to a boat.  I figured David and I would easily win, but even though we had strength on our side, we lacked the skills to steer.  I was surprised when James declared that since we lost as a couple, we would face punishment as a couple.  He and the others produced handcuffs and hoods, and then locked us together around a small tree, back to back.  We just waited, wondering whether this was the punishment or we were being held there while they prepared the real punishment.  It turned out the delay was for our friends to finish a few beers, so they could complete our punishment by removing our hoods and pissing all over us both.  One of the Steves took particular pleasure in this, peeing directly onto my face in a long hot stream.  It was a huge turn-on to see David punished in kind with me.

For the last challenge of the evening, we had a wrestling match between the pup and me.  We were a pretty equal match, and this went on for awhile.  I sensed that whatever punishment was in store for the loser could last all night, since it was getting late, and much preferred the pup to take this one.  I gave it my all, having no prior experience with proper wrestling moves.  We alternated pinning each other, but each time I had the pup pinned down he managed to slither free and I did the same.  With the mud, neither of us could maintain a good grip, and once it covered our faces, it was hard to even see each other.  After sloshing around in a muddy sweaty mess for a half hour, James declared a tie.  While I hoped at first that meant no loser, clearly for the others it meant two boys to punish alike.

The punishment included a long term and creative bondage position involving the pup and me.  Before we had any time to rest from the long struggle, we were made to stand chest to chest as the guys started to wrap our arms to each others, my left arm wrapped to the pups right arm, and vice versa.  Steven gave us some water and then produced a double ended gag, which he strapped into both of our mouths, securing us face to face.  He was kind enough to wipe the mud from our faces, though we were otherwise covered in it.  The gag had a substantial penis shape on each end and a flat section, so that it could only go half way into either of our mouths.  We had to tilt our head so our noses were side by side.  Then, to my delight, David pulled me slightly away from the pup so he could remove my jock and release my chastity device.  After a short while of freedom, my dick sprung to attention and was sandwiched between the pup’s stomach and my own.  Like our noses side by side, his dick was rubbing up against mine competing for space.

Next came the expected butt plugs.  Once these were in place, the guys proceeded to wrap us both tightly in the same plastic wrap David used on me earlier in the week.  We were crushed together, still muddy and sweaty, dicks hard, and muscles tense.  Our eyes were two inches apart max, but we had never spoken a word to each other and could only mumble through our gags.  The plastic wrapped stopped at our necks, so at least we could breathe freely through our noses.  Leather collars were added to our necks and locked together, a redundant connection considering the gags already forced our heads together.  For now this was comfortable, but I knew I would cum just from the pressure of being held together and not having had release for three weeks.  And I feared that, as soon as I did, this situation would feel very uncomfortable.  I realized that unlocking my dick was more of a cruel gesture than a gift.

Once wrapped up together, we were laid down and placed in a sleeping bag, with straps around the bag at our ankles, knees, waists, and chests.  It was impossible to lie on our sides, so we had to roll around taking turns being on top and bottom, as being on the bottom under the weight of the other was uncomfortable.  Whomever was on the bottom would stay that way for as long as he had circulation, eventually giving up and beginning the difficult process of flipping over.  Fortunately we were placed on an inflatable mattress, and not the unforgiving forest floor.  But even that presented challenges, as we struggled to stay on it or get back on top of it once we flipped.

Within five minutes of being laid down for the night, despite my concentration not to, I exploded all over the pup’s stomach and my own, adding a sticky layer to our mud and sweat.  I was on the bottom and the weight of his muscled body over me was a huge turn-on.  As if that was signal for him to do the same, the pup got hard and wriggled against my body making himself cum and me cum again.  We repeated this four times through the night, rubbing against each other like frustrated teenagers until we found release, only to be aroused by our situation an hour later.  Neither of us slept a minute all night.  The unrelenting gag left my mouth dry and my bound arms were sore and limp.  As soon as I noticed the first light of the sun illuminate our surroundings, all I could do was think about being released.  As the coolness of the night turned into a muggy morning, our stickiness and wetness went from being mildly erotic to just plain dirty.  When I thought I could not stand the mud mixed with sweat and cum anymore, the pup added his piss to the mixture.  Again I was on the bottom, and felt his warm piss coat my torso and then puddle around my ass.

James and David came from their tents to wake us up, release us, and let us finally clean up.  I showered with the pup, and once my sore jaw would cooperate, even chatted a bit.  He enjoyed the night as much as I had, and we were both eager for what predicaments we would find ourselves in on Saturday, hopefully after some actual sleep.  When we came out of the shower we found gear laid out for us.  Pup, true to his name, would spend Saturday in proper puppy gear.  As soon as he saw the puppy mask, puppy tail butt plug, and mitts laid out, he assumed his role.  A harness and rubber jockstrap completed his uniform.  No matter what we did on Saturday, he maintained his puppy identity, crawling on all fours, wagging his tail, and sitting at his master’s feet when given no other instructions.  My gear was similar, except my plug had no tail and I was ordered to put on a gas mask instead of a puppy hood.  This would make for a hot day, with a thick layer of rubber encapsulating my head in the Florida head.  Additionally, David felt it was a good time to take up his friend’s offer to fit me with a metal chastity device.  I simultaneously feared the pain the spiked device would inflict, and had trouble getting soft enough to put it on.  A bit of ice on my dick helped, and once the device was in place, the pup and I were allowed to go rest in a tent.  That only gave David and his friends time to devise more punishments.