48 HOURS IN BONDAGE - 2008-03-12
Whenever it is possible, when he can arrange the time, he presents himself, begging to have his body, senses, and movements controlled. He knows how far he has been, and wants to go farther. Gradually he has been lead into intense prolonged immobility. He has learned to let himself go. Completely. To surrender. To accept whatever comes. Stripped naked, he kneels, knees spread wide, arms clasped behind his head on the floor: MOTIONLESS....... from behind, a leather hood descends and envelopes his head in darkness. A gag is forced into his mouth. Shackles are tightened around his wrists and ankles. He is marched, frog like, down a passageway, he can only sense under his bare feet. Leather covered hands move his arms and legs into exact positions where they are locked onto waiting shackles. On tip-toe his cock rising in an arch, he waits. In time, countless and unmeasurable, his body begins to sag. A clamp one on one nipple, then the other. Eventually the sharp pain will grow into a throbbing numbness. Before that can happen, weights are added. Again his aching cock leaps. It is a movement, automatic, that he cannot control. Throbbing with the anticipation of his torture bound situation. His cock is encased in a pin studded leather jock strap. Snapped into place, and locked around his waist, hundred of needle sharp points press against and into his cock skin and balls. The tight jock cup constricts. His cock swells beyond the room available, until it is packaged, contained, and harnessed. Deep within him a moan eases its way up thru his throat; stopped, muffled, by the dry secure gag. His body shivers beyond his control. The searing sting of a whip lashes across the cheeks of his ass. After a moment, the whip descends again, then again. This time faster. A steady level of pain increasing, as the bite of the whip stings again and again and is suddenly gone. A gloved hand, perhaps the same one, that locked him into this place, cups and massages his balls, driving the metal points deeper into his already punctured flesh. As his bound torso jerks in response, the hand squeezes his jock incased genitals harder.
Blasts of white hot pa dart thru his head. The hand ceases manipulating. It is replaced with a heavy vibrator that sends waves of shock radiating from his crotch. His body rises off the floor, as if he might levitate, in an arch of agonizing ecstasy. Inescapable; the vibrations, the pin pricks, the whip that now falls across his back, ass, tits, stomach and crotch. Self control flees as he realizes that other hands other intentions have taken control. Ha accepts, surrenders, welcomes. He has reached a border, a limit, an endurance...... He is released, unbound, and stands unmoving. He is ordered to bend over, which he does, and a dildo is slipped up his ass. He hears instructions. He steps into a pair of leather jeans from which the crotch has been cut away. He steps onto a small wooden box. His arms are folded inside a leather straight jacket. His head is rehooded. A separate mouth gag is attached. His body is roped, strapped and chained into a parachute harness dangling from an over head beam. Secured in this new outfit, he feels the wooden box pulled from beneath his feet, and he sways, swinging slightly, feet off the floor. In this totally dark environment, for again his eyes met only the black interior of the hood, he relaxes, suspended. Time, the universal constant; drags....... He feels a leather shaft being wrapped around the skin of his balls, strapping them farther from his body. His cock is physically abused. Suddenly his mouth gag is replaced with a gas mask that fits over the leather hood. There is a added pressure: tight breathing control. His swollen cock is grabbed by a gloved hand. A vibrator is secured to the Prince Albert piercing ring in his cock head. His sheath is pulled taut and wrapped tightly in a elastic bandage. A tube is added, its end is taped to the gas mask filter, which has been filled with popper soaked cotton wool. It is the same agony/ecstasy until the tube is alternately removed, then replaced. The amount of air, vital even to survival, now also is controlled. Without warning, a long session of needles, cock fuckers, cock and ball bondage. Then all suddenly removed. He is relaxed except for the cuffs and hood, to collapse on the floor. When he is able, he stands, flexing his arms and legs to restore circulation.
He kneels on the floor and laps up the suds-piss of two beers. He is ordered to stand, to bend over again. A bardex balloon nozzle is inserted in his rectum and is inflated. A catheter is eased up inside the tube of his cock, the other end taped into his mouth, thru a hole in the rubber hood he is now wearing. Only two nose holes admit air. His arms and torso are encased in a short rubber straight jacket. He is collared; his ankles shackled, all chained to abeam. He is put down, bound and gaged. For the remainder of the night he can sleep, or think, interupted only by the piss dribbles that travel from his cock to his mouth via the clear plastic tube. Unknown to him, at dawn, the tube is removed from his mouth. He continues to sleep in the straight jacket. When he awakes, he is ordered into the leather straight jacket he wore earlier. He is fed a relaxant and his mouth retubed. His head is wrapped in Ace bandages, again air admitted only thru his nostrils. He is made to lie down on a work bench., his head eased into a padded wooden box, in which a hole has been cut in the lid. His torso is strapped to the bench. His booted legs are raised and spread apart, hooked to hanging chains. The Prince Albert ring through his cock head is clipped to the end of a chain hanging from a over head beam and pulled taught. His strapped restricted body is brought to pulsing life as hot wax drips over his cock and balls. Again he senses he is at a limit. His ass is fucked with cocks, dildos and fists. For the remainder of the morning he is left to think or dream, waiting for a hand or strap to stir him back to reality. He is, he knows, already exhausted. But when released and sits shackled to a wall ring, he still waits in anticipation. In hooded darkness, he is again strapped down. Hands fondle his genitals. His cock and balls are again encased in a leather sheath. He feels the pricking of pins against his tortured cock and balls as the leather sheath is wrapped, fastened, and chinched around his genitals. He is lead to a suspension harness where he is bound seated.
His arms are raised and fastened in place; then his legs and genitals. In their leather and metal prison, his cock feels the repeated pressure of the pin pricks as a leather gloved hand sways his body back and forth in the suspension harness. He feels he will soon loose even the fragile mental control to which he clings. It is a state of both torment and excitement. A hand strokes the leather shaft that sticks up from his crotch, each movement digging the pins further into his cock flesh. Suddenly, without warning, serrate clamps bite into his raw nipples, then into his armpits. A quirt reddens his exposed and vulnerable thighs, his chest, his stomach. Now he writhes in a rising excitement, accented by an ever increasing pain. He is unfastened, moved forced to sit on a mounted dildo. Atho he cannot see, a man in leather shorts stands before him, cock and balls hanging inches from his hooded head. A strap weeps around his head and ties his face, once his mouth has been filled with the man's dick to the standing body. The next time he is moved, after he has served his piss duty, he instinctively knows it is time for more severe restraint. His genitals are noosed and bound between his thighs with two thongs. A balloon is inflated inside his ass. He is ordered into a full black rubber body suit, gloves and boots. Over his head is pulled an inflatable rubber hood with six gaskets, a rubber bladder attached t each. On the inside, each ear, each eye is covered by a bladder. Two fill his mouth on either side of a breathing tube. Into each nostril is forced a small tube that attaches to an inflator. The full hood is inflated first, the mouth bladders after. Next, ear and eye bladders. Finally the twin bladders up inside his nostrils. He cannot speak. He cannot hear. He cannot even open his eye lids. Over his shoulders and head a leather harness is fitted preventing movement of his head. He is laid out on the same bench as before. His arms are raised above his head; straps are buckled and locked on wrists, forearms, above his elbows, above and below his knees and on his booted ankles. His neck is collard to the board. His waist chinched down tight.
Ropes criss cross him from head to toe. His entire body immobile, Strapped, locked, and roped into place. Time is meaningless. As his body is surrendered, his mind begins to slow, ease, relax. He does not how long he is bound. When he is released, it is to the lesser restrictions of hood collar and chain. He is allowed only the regaining of his shattered equilibrium. He is told to stand. Vertical bondage is to replace the horizontal bondage. Leather replaces rubber. Again he is bent over and his ass plugged again. Again he is commanded to step into crotchless leathers, booted with high, tightly laced boots. Again hooded. Again gaged with a balled breathing tube in his mouth. He is positioned in the parachute harness and hoisted off the floor. He is roped and strapped, only his cock and balls exposed. A genital chute is snapped onto his crotch, pulling down on his ball sack, so that the chutes steel spikes dig into his streached skin. A thong is threaded through his Prince Albert cockring, pulled up and secured to a strap that circles his waist. He is left swinging in mid air, again immobile. It is not the end. His genitals are massaged with the flame of wintergreen fire. Hot wax drips and covers his jerking cock. Later, a hard rubber shaft invades his cock shaft. He feels the bite of the leather whip. In time, and he is unaware how long the time of his torture, a sleeping bag is drawn up over his legs, and secured around his shoulders. He is left, suspended. He does not know it is early morning when finally he is taken down from his suspension, and left to sleep in his leather cocoon on the floor. He is aroused, stripped naked, and ordered into a rubber suit and hood. There are holes for his nostrils and mouth. His arms are strapped behind his back. His ankles and shackled to a ring set in the wall. A tube is forced into his mouth. Although he cannot know it, the other end of the tube connects to a rubber cock sheath attached over his controllers genitals. The rush of morning urine rushes non stop through the connecting tube. Again he is alone. Time, which can no longer be assessed, passes. When hands remove his shackles, he is instructed to pull on a full leather body suit over the rubber one.
He is walked around to adjust to the extra weight. A thick padded leather hood, this time with only a single breathing hole, is laced tightly over the clinging rubber hood. A straight jacket is added. His arms are firmly bound against his torso. Immediatly, the sense of physical restriction is complete. A rope net is thrown over his leather bound form from behind. It is laced with heavy cord, rope pulled tight against the already unmovable bondage. Straps circle his waist, binding his arms to his body. Straps around his thighs and calves make even the most insignificant movement impossible. He can on longer feel the addition of more restraints. a canvas hammock is wrapped around his bound form. It is laced and tied. More straps are secured around this human package. Chains attached to the canvas lift the form into mid air. He floats in a suspended freedom. He cannon see. he cannot hear. He cannot speak. He cannot move. He can only wait. The final hours of his bondage are at hand. He is told the device of his imprisonment will be simple, meaningless in itself, deceptive. Hi is instructed to maintain a cool head and not panic. After his genitals are sheathed in a piss sheath, his entire body is covered with talcum powder. A large rubber sheath is lifted over his head, and guided down his body to his feet. Foe a while he walks around letting his mind and body grow familiar with the clinging feel of the thin rubber. He becomes adjusted to the tube and ball gag in his mouth. Even at this stage of his complete body bagging, his breathing is somewhat restricted. He feels he will be able to tolerate its totality. He is ordered to lie on the floor on his back. His controller attaches air pumps to nozzles in the rubber covering. The double rubber sheath begins to inflate. Gradually as the pumping continues, the air fills the space between the sheaths inner and outer skin. Soon he is totally enclosed in this double balloon. Inside his swelling prison, as the air pressure increases, he finds that he is completely unable to move. The filled sheath has closed around his head and feet. The inner lining has moulded itself to every physical contour. He can feel it. Amazed that the captured air could provide the greatest restraint.
He can no longer hear, open his eyes, nor speak, nor even move a fraction. More that a scene of floating, he feels remote, removed, from any known envirment. The things that rush through his mind : empty space, the alien quality of absolute isolation. Pressure creates a vacuum. He is concious while uncouncious of anything except the severe isolation of thoughts encased like a fly in amber. He has ceased to be any recognizable entity. He is a monolith. He is encased: a meaningless form. He does not know that his breathing is being monitored by his controller. He is oblivious to everything: time, place, sense. Later it will be impossible for him to describe how he felt. Except this; he feels a hand invade his cocoon. A vibrating insistence digs into his groin. In exctasy he explodes !
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