Author: PepeTheSkunk / Denimizer - pepetheskunk.de
Tags: Bondage / Clothing Control / Non-Consensual / Exposure / Public Display / Mind Fuck / Denim / Flannel Shirt / Humör Jeans/ Wet & Messy / Diapers / Chastity / Deep Throat
Ordered into the forest on a rainy day with strict outfit instructions, an especially wet walk in diapers and bondage begins. Despite the bad weather, some people witness this public humiliation and take it to a whole new level.
I had instructed you to dress up for a date at the Grunewald forest and get to our meeting spot at the stipulated time.
As I had ordered, you had put on your chastity cage and got diapered. On top of those diapers you’d put a set of clear snap-on plastic pants, which exposed your Abri diapers by making their print visible.
On top of that you’d slipped into some dark indigo denim Humör jeans and dressed in the extra long black and white plaid flannel shirt with the locking option at the collar that I had modified for you. The numbered lock got delivered to you in an envelope this morning. That envelope also contained the denim bandana, which you had to put around your neck, to cover the lock at your shirt's collar.
The outfit had been completed with the white Jeremy Scott Adidas Hi Tops with a thick tongue, that you wore on your feet.
When you arrived at Grundewald, it looked as if it would be going to rain soon, which I had hoped for after I had checked the weather forecast for that day.
I had already been waiting for you at our meeting point and as soon as you’d arrived, I greeted you and immediately started to modify your outfit the way I had imagined it to look like for our little excursion.
I handed you some wrist bands which you slipped over your wrists. Then I pulled the cuffs of your sleeves over them and tied your hands to your back with some rigid handcuffs. I was putting the cuffs on over both the wristbands and your shirt sleeves. I then rolled up the shirt's cuffs to cover the handcuffs and buttoned them up.
Next I started to unbutton your shirt from the lower end up to the chest and attached a black rubber harness on top of it.
Furthermore I unbuttoned your pants, to pull them down until they were sagging under your diapered butt. To not let the pants drop, I buttoned them again.
The long shirt still covered your diapers at the back, but from the front the plastic pants were nicely visible due to the open shirt.
Besides it was a bit breezy and your shirt was fluttering at one or the other wisp of wind and exposed your diapered butt.
I’d also put you in leg irons, which I’d also connect to the handcuffs by means of two locks and a chain. When I was connecting both I caused some tension at the chain to force you to only be able to make small steps.
From my backpack I was fishing some metal pipes that could be slotted together to create a rod of a length of 2 meters. These pipes had been taken from a vacuum cleaner and simply had been modified to suit my needs.
On one end I had attached a carabiner, while I had wrapped some leather bands around the other end. This was to make holding the pipe more comfortable for me.
I attached the carabiner at the pipe to the d-ring at the backside of your harness.
This enabled me to push you around in front of me.
I’d barely finished preparing your outfit, as it softly started to rain.
I’d been mostly done, there was only one thing missing.
I had a friend of mine who was skilled in hypnosis set a trigger for you. I only had to say the magic word to trigger the hypnotic conditioning, which I didn’t hesitate to do.
Loud and clear I said the command to you: “Suckface!” and as soon as you heard that command, you did what had been implanted into your subconsciousness.
You immediately open your mouth and seemed to be unable to close it again.
That was until you heard the codeword from me to override the hypnotic conditioning again.
I grabbed the pipe and instructed you: “Come one, move!“
At the same time I pushed the pipe into your back and you knew that you should start moving.
You started to walk and I followed while I pushed you forward with the pipe at your back and lead you further and further.
I asked you, whether you’re having your mouth still open which you confirmed with a slight moaning.
“Don’t you want to close your mouth again?”, I asked and you’re denying it loudly with your mouth still open.
“Shut it”, I said but you refused to do it once more by shaking your head in addition.
“You seem to like it to show your suck-face around?”, I said, which you confirmed by nodding as well as making an affirming noise.
“Well, then keep your fuck face open widely. I want to see your open suck face today as if you’re suffering from facial paralysis. For the next few hours you’ll keep your mouth open. If you do it well I’ll stuff it at some convenient time to reward you”, I told you.
You nodded and moaned to confirm that you understood.
I then explained: “We'll wander through the woods now and always follow the pathways and you’ll keep your mouth open all time. It will probably take some time before you start to drool onto your shirt. But you don’t have to worry. Those spots will stop being visible as soon as the rain grows stronger and starts to soak your clothes.”
I instructed you to look at me and you turned your head so that I could look into your face and see that your gob was still wide open.
“Eyes front! We don’t want you to stumble, do we”, I said and you turned your head to look forward again.
Then I explained to you: “We’ll continue walking around until you’ve been seen by a minimum of three people.”
When you heard me say that, your heart sank into your boots. Simultaneously your cock started to grow, feeling a bit claustrophobic inside its confinement.
I continued pushing you forward with the metal pipe and I wasn’t gentle about your pace. This caused some problems for you, since the short chain at your leg irons only allowed you a certain step range.
To keep up you had to take pains and run in small mincing steps in front of me. And you’re struggling not to stumble.
At that you still kept your mouth open widely, just as it had been implanted by means of hypnosis.
Despite your efforts you were stumbling a few times, but you’ve always been able to stay afoot. And with the metal pipe I was able to help you to keep you on your feet.
We walked along the trail, while the rain increased and soon we reached a crossroad, where we stopped for a moment. I had to think about which direction to take and decided to just go on walking forward.
We left the crossroads behind and walked downhill, which increased our speed even further and made it even more difficult for you to keep up.
After a few meters the path bent to the right and as soon as we turned to follow it, a dog ran out of the thicket.
We’re both startled a bit, because the dog came almost out of nowhere.
And where there was a dog, it’s owner couldn’t be far away. This caused you to go to red alert and shortly after a guy was coming towards us.
At first he didn’t take notice of us, because he had pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and was staring at his feet as he walked. He probably wanted to escape the rain as quickly as possible. He only took notice as he passed us and looked a bit surprised. But his surprised expression turned into a mischievous grin and he didn’t seem to let us delay him as he hurried up going on to escape the downpour.
This was Berlin in fact and people were hard-boiled and used to a lot. Besides I had the feeling that the needle on my gaydar hit a high number on the scale.
Apparently you were able to call yourself lucky, that the situation resolved that easily.
And you must have been a lot more nervous than I was. After all you’re in bondage, not me.
I was on my guard too, but in the worst case scenario I could easily detach the pipe from your harness and would be armed to defend the two of us.
You closed your mouth to tell me that you just had pissed into your diapers. In doing that you’re following a rule I had set for you. Since I always wanted to know when you’re wetting yourself.
I asked you: “Got shit-scared?”
After having told me that you had pissed yourself you went on with keeping that open mouth expression I so love to see on you. Which was why you answered my question by only nodding and making a confirming “Uh-huh!”
We continued walking and the rain was soaking your clothes slowly but steadily.
I was not as affected by the rain as you were. According to the motto: “There is no bad weather, only bad clothing” I had dressed in a rain jacket. However I didn’t put the hood on, so my hair was as dripping wet as yours.
But since the rain was still increasing I pulled it over my head now.
We went on and I noticed that you started to lose steam.
The short steps and the associated speed started to really take it out of you.
We probably wouldn’t have been able to walk in a full circle through the woods. But to be fair I didn’t expect you to anyway.
Instead I had considered other ways to expose you, without you exhausting yourself too much.
We got to a pavilion and I shoved you under its protective roof.
I took the bar away and disassemble it into its individual parts to store it my backpack, while I let you catch your breath.
“Relax!”, I commanded and you closed your mouth, since this was the command to override the triggered curse to open it and kept you unable to close it.
I released the chain that connected your leg irons to your handcuffs and stored it away in my backpack as well.
Then I grabbed the back of your neck and dragged you back into the rain.
We walked to the other side of the path, where I released your handcuffs and instructed you to lean with your back against the nearby tree on which I was pointing at.
You did as instructed and I cuffed your hands again with your arms wrapping around the tree behind your back. Subsequently I opened one of the leg irons cuffs and wrapped the chain around the tree to cuff your ankles to the tree as well.
As I was done I commanded you again to make your: “Suckface!”, whereupon you made the cocksucker’s expression again. I left you standing there, tied to the tree, while I walked back to the other side to seek shelter under the pavilion.
On my way to it I stopped for a moment, fetched my phone and took a couple of pictures. As soon as I was done I put my phone back into my pocket and went on to come get out of the rain.
I took a seat on the bench and lighted a cigarette. From where I was sitting I could look into both directions of the path and also had the perfect view of you in your soaking wet and bound visage with the cock sucker’s face.
I pulled my phone out again and posted the pictures I just had taken on twitter.
After I’d done that I put it back into my pocket and fished a bottle of apple spritzer out of my backpack and had a sip.
I was taking a look around, but there was not a soul to be seen. And so I walked over to you and took the bottle with me. I took another sip from it and spat it into your open gob. You close your mouth and swallowed and as soon as you had, you opened your mouth again.
I fed you a few more sips before I retreated to the pavilions shelter and left you tied to the tree and display your open face fuck hole.
I took a while until I was able to see a woman that is wearing oilskin and who was walking around a small pack of dogs consisting of a terrier, a spitz and a wiener dog.
I stood up and lighted another cigarette and then observed the situation with a beady eye.
The woman quickly took notice of you standing at the tree with your facial expression, the soaked clothes and restraints. She slowed down and then also took notice of me. She started to smile and walked over to me.
She struck up a conversation and it turned out that she herself was a fetishist with and interest in waterproof clothing. And so we chatted animatedly and exchange thoughts about kink.
On one hand I was quite surprised to meet a like-minded fetishist, however I also thought: “If nobody else passes by soon and insults or spits at you I’m going to scream.”
But to my luck and your discomfort soon a guy who was also dressed in a weatherproof manner and who was walking an Alsation, was passing by. He seemed to be less pleased by your appearance and was shouting verbal attacks in your direction as well as towards the pavilion where I was standing with the other woman.
She reacted with a cocky remark and the man walked away in a faster pace while continuously shaking his head.
When the man had finally vanished from our view a couple more minutes had passed and I was chatting with the women and explained to her the thing about you being my wet suck face.
Whilst we’re talking you’re getting drenched with the rain drops hitting you everywhere and the water streaming down your head, your suck face and your entire body. It seemed getting more and more uncomfortable for you, as you got drenched like this.
But I didn’t intent to release you just yet.
The woman with the small pack of dogs was taking a look on her watch and said, that it was time for her to go and bade me farewell.
Then she also turned to you and said her goodbye by saying: “Bye bye suck face, I hope you’re going to stand here in the rain all day.”
Having said that she and her dogs continued on their way.
When she had gone I grabbed my backpack and walked over to you.
By the way you were looking at me, I could tell, that you hoped that I’d free you.
After all you had been seen by 3 people and in the distance there was a jogger approaching us on the path. However it wasn’t my intention to untie you just now.
Instead I only said: “I have to take a leak!”
I got my cock out of my pants and put it into your nappies.
You’re moaning slightly, as my hot piss was running into your diapers.
I empted about half my bladder into your diaper and then took my dick out again to piss onto your sagging Humör jeans.
In the meantime the jogger took notice of us and slowed down. With a disgusted look he was passing us and shouted insults at us: “Fucking faggots!” and reinforces his insulting opinion by spitting towards us.
As he passed us, your head followed him with an anxious look. But you still continued to keep your gob open, which seemed to sicken the guy even further, causing him to gain in pace to get away from us as far and as quickly as he could. So he resumed his initial running speed and shortly after vanished in the distance.
After I had relieved myself I put my dick into my pants again and said: “Well then, my pretty suck face, I think I’ll leave you to yourself for a bit.”
Your eyes widened as you looked at me in terror, while I just smiled like the devil and said: “If you’re lucky that guy is taking another round and passes you again. I’m curious what he’d do, if he finds you here totally on your own.”
You looked at me in a pleading manner, but I continued to smirk and vanished behind you.
You closed your mouth to shout at me: “Hey, this ain’t funny anymore”
Though thanks to the hypnotic suggestion you’re still unable to keep your mouth shut and immediately after you’d said that your face turned into that of a cocksucker again until you closed your mouth again and begged me to come back and untie you.
Since I was quiet as a mouse and since you’re unable to look behind you, where I still was standing, you really thought that I had marooned you and you started to struggle in your bonds. But with no effect, since you’re perfectly tied up to that tree.
You really couldn’t take notice of me in the background and thus you started to get really anxious. Especially since the jogger actually was taking another round and was going to pass us again.
As he came closer to us, he took notice of me standing in your blind spot but still stopped in his run and walked towards you while gasping. As he approached you he had caught his breath and started to insult you severly. He asked you whether you’re not ashamed of yourself. He also told you his opinion on what one should do with people like you.
He spat at you and his spit hit you right in the face as he continued his insults.
Your heart sank into you boots again and your survival instinct was lifting the hypnotic suggestion and you close your mouth. Instead you started to beg him, not to harm you.
As a reaction to your pleading he only said that he won’t soil his hands on scum like you. Instead he took his dick out of his tracksuit bottoms and started to use the tree you’re tied to to relieve himself with you in between.
“Yeah? Bet you love that, filthy faggot!”, he said.
He emptied his entire bladder and while he was doing that you too did empty yours into your diaper, as terrified as hell as you were. As he had finished he put his cock away and spat into your face once more, before he continued with his training exercise.
As he ran away he looked at me. What you couldn’t see was, that I was giving him a wink. He waved at me while he put on a smile and vanished.
You were totally confused and wondered why the jogger was waving and then realised that I was returning from behind.
As I asked you: “Well, did Tom bash you properly?”, you realized, that all had been arranged by me. This caused your cock to almost break the chastity cage. I literally could see it your eyes, as it clicked and in the same instance you ripped your lips apart and the hypnotic curse was in effect again.
I positioned myself right in front of you and grinned at you like a Cheshire cat.
Then I got the handcuff key out of my pocket, get down and open one of your leg irons to release your legs from the tree. But I didn’t take the irons off, instead I put the cuff right on again to keep your legs in bondage. Then I opened the handcuffs and you’re free again and able to stretch a little.
You looked at me and said: “I’m sorry Masta! But in that situation just now I didn’t dare to report, that I wet myself again, as this Tom pissed all over me. If I had known, that this was a setup I would have.”
“But would it have been as thrilling and terrifying as it was, causing you to piss yourself in fear, if you would have known?”, I asked you and you replied: “You’re right, probably not.”
You hugged me and said: “Thank you Masta!”
Following this you presented your open mouth to me again and put your hands to your back to signalize that you want me to cuff you again with your hands to the back.
With pleasure I put you in handcuffs again and also reattached the chain to connect handcuffs and leg irons.
I continued to restrain you the way you were at the beginning of our walk and also got the pipes out to connect them to a long bar again.
With a click the carabiner snatched into the d-ring at the back of your harness and I pushed you back onto the trail.
Chapter 3 - Puddle Splash
We’re walking in steps you could handle well until we approached a huge and deep puddle.
There I lead you into the middle of it. As we came to a stop your Adidas hi tops had been fully submerged. Only the big tongue was sticking out of the surface.
They’d totally been soaked by now, unlike mine, since I wasn’t wearing sneakers but waders underneath my baggy pants.
By saying: “Get on your knees”, I instructed you to kneel on the spot in that puddle. And as you promptly followed my instruction and got down to your knees, I pushed the pipe against your back to indicate to you to bend over.
As you bent over I pushed you further, until you were unable to keep your body tension and ended up hanging on a hook so to speak.
The lower part of your shirt was already deep in the puddle and got drenched slowly.
I lowered you down further, until your face with your widely open mouth hovered directly over the deepest part of the puddle. The tip of your nose was almost touching the surface and the clattering rain caused water from the puddle to splatter into your face.
I asked you: “Do you see this amazingly deep puddle in front of you? ”
You nodded and I continued: “Take a good look at it! Can you see your reflection in it?”
And I inquired further: “Can you see your droolworthy ugly suck face?”
You once again affirmed by nodding, while also adding a consenting moaning.
“The reflection you’re seeing there is your true appearance, your true self. You’re nothing more than a sopping wet, locked and bound cock sucker. Wet from top to bottom and especially down below. Wet with piss, drool, wearing drippingly wet clothes and presenting your widely open, paralysed suck face.”, I declared.
Observing your breathing I was able to see how excited and aroused you were. Drool kept dripping into the puddle in front of your face, hanging down from the corners of your mouth like a thick string of treacle. Just as if your mouth was watering.
I continued and explained: “I’m going to dip you in and make you one with your true self, your true purpose, being nothing more than a wet, cock sucking “suck mush”. Do you want that?”
After having asked that, you were spouting out greedy and affirming noises.
“Alright, this is going to be your baptism as a suck face and when it is done, I’m going to pull you up again, remove the bar at your back and step in front of you. And as soon as I stand before you, you’re going to show me your true self. You’ll loudly shout out, what and who you are, rip your mouth open as wide as you can and plunge face first into the puddle. Then, you’re going to wallow in it like a pig until you’re entirely drenched. You’re going to slurp the water from the puddle, as if you were dying with thirst. As if you were in the desert and this is the saving oasis. Just as if it would be your elixir of life.”, I instructed and went on asking you: “Got it?”
Your reply was a lustfully audible confirmation. It seemed you couldn’t wait for it any longer. Your cock must have felt squeezed in to the extreme in your chastity cage.
I left you hanging in the air for moment to increase the suspense before I went on and started dunking you.
After your head got submerged I didn’t wait too long to pull you up again, since it wasn’t my intention to drown you. I just intended to baptise you.
By calling you “suck face”, I dunked you once more and left you submerged shortly, before I pulled you out again and said: “You’re nothing more than a wet fuck mush”. Right after saying that and dunked you in once more.
With every dive I kept you longer underwater, before I pulled you up again.
You were to be dunked one last time and just before I dunked you I said: “I name you suck face” and then let your face fall down into the puddle.
Once again you’ve been submerged a little longer than before and as I pulled you up again, I kept your face hanging just above the surface and issued the order: “Slurp!”
You audibly started to drink in the water from the puddle and I gloated over the sight of you, as well as the slurping noises you made. I knew, that you were in need of it, since all that drooling must have depleted your supply of saliva. I could figure that your mouth must have become quite dry and the rain that strayed into you mouth, couldn’t have been enough to replenish your loss of fluids. You may be dripping wet on the outside, but inside you probably were slightly dehydrated at this point. Thus I assumed the water from the puddle must’ve suited you.
After some slurping I ended it, pulled you out of the water until you were kneeling upright.
You were breathing heavily with arousal as I unhooked the rod from your harness, walked to your front and looked directly into your eyes. As I walked I kept my eye contact and also saw that your shirt and your pants were dripping wet and looked slightly shiny due to the wetness.
Your eyes followed me and as soon as I had positioned myself in front of you, you were yelling at the top of your voice: “I’M YOUR FUCK MUSH!” Then you ripped your mouth open widely and made yourself fall into the puddle. With a loud splosh you touched down into the puddle and immediately started to wallow in it like a runt.
You rolled around to soak all your clothes as well as your shoes and slurped more water from the puddle into your gob.
I was watching the spectacle for a while, before I finally ordered you to stand up.
“Come on, walk over to the edge of the puddle”, I instructed you and pointed my finger to a spot at the edge of the water hole.
You started to move and as you did I also left the puddle, but in the opposite direction.
When I had arrived at the edge I turned around. You yourself had reached the spot I had indicated and looked back at me.
Your clothes were drenched and were heavily hanging down on your body. The pants were sagging even lower than before and I could almost see your diaper. It also appeared that the shirt was literally dragging you down. All must have felt heavy.
“You’re going to stand there until I give a signal. I’ll move back a bit more and when I come to a stop and turned towards you again, you’ll start to run towards me as fast as your restraints allow you to.”, I instructed you and started moving.
I walked quite a bit, probably a hundred meters before I came to a stop and turned around.
As soon as I had done you took to your shackled heels and ran towards me, just as I had ordered you to.
The shortness of the chains between your ankles only allowed you to take small steps and so you were shuffling into my direction.
I enjoyed observing your efforts to run as fast as you could despite the limp causing chains.
But the sight got even more awesome, as you were keeping your suck face expression.
You hurried yourself towards me with loudly rustling chains.
It was a true pleasure to watch you doing that.
It was apparent, how hard it was for you to move with the heavyweight your drenched clothes were on your body.
As you arrived where I was standing you were panting with your widely open mouth.
“You’ll wait until I give the signal again and then you’ll run towards me once more, understood?”, I instructed and went away from you again. Another hundred meters away from you I came to a stand and turned around.
Once again, you started moving and lolloped towards me, spreading a rattling noise between the trees.
The longer you kept your suck mush, the more aroused I got by your sight and the more proud of you I became.
As you reached me you were out of breath again and I looked at you with a satisfied smile.
“I bet your jaws are aching quite a bit due to keeping your mouth open this wide by now”, I said and you answered with an affirming: “Aha!”
“But it looks so amazingly awesome on you”, I said, expressing my opinion to you.
You interrupted your almost permanent facial expression to answer me: “I know! Since I had started training this cocksucker’s visage it always makes me incredibly horny when I turn my face into a suck face. I also want to please you, by doing it. But to myself the sight of it is so intensively perverted and blatantly arousing. It feels so humiliating and good. I love my face being a suck face, Masta!”
After you had finished that sentence you reopened your face fuck venue and submissively looked at me.
“Let’s keep on moving. You’ll wait at this spot again and then run towards me, understood? And when you’re running you show me how big a suck face you can turn your visage into.” I instructed and moved away about a hundred meters from you again.
And so the whole game went into another round.
I kept you sprinting in chains for a little while longer. And in doing so we moved further and further towards the lake located in the middle of the forest.
I enjoy the spectacle that you offer by running in chains and keeping your gob open.
At some point we’d arrived at the lake, where I unbuckled my belt to take off my baggy pants. After that was done I was standing in front of you and had uncovered the tracksuit pants and waders I wore underneath, with the tracksuit bottoms stuffed into the thigh high boots.
“Stay here!”, I instructed you and after having said that I marched into the water of the lake, just as deep as my waders allowed me to. Then I turned around and shouted towards you: “Come on, run into the lake and let yourself plunge into the water right in front of me! I want you to get drenched once more.”
You took a run, whilst having your mouth opened wide and sprinted in your chains into the water. Just before you were letting yourself fall, I raised myself onto my tiptoes, to prevent my waders getting filled with water by the waves you were likely to cause. And it was good that I did, since as you plunged into the water with a loud splosh, you stirred the surface quite a bit.
Shortly after you surfaced again and I had gotten my dick out and was waving with it in front of your face. You knelt down before me and started to gobble me off.
I grabbed your head with both my hands and used it to wank myself with your suck mush over my cock, using you in the same manner I’d use a fleshlite.
After about a minute I paused shortly and said with a mischievous smile in my face: “You’re not wet enough”, and immediately after having said that I pushed your head underwater. You knew that you had to dive, since I wanted you to be wet everywhere. And so you submerged while keeping your open lips spread apart.
As you emerged again, water ran out of your gob, flowing down on your body and I instantly rammed my cock into the open abyss that was your fuck mush/suck face.
Every now and then I interrupted the movement of my hips to either signal you to dive into the cold wet again or to slap your suck face, spit into it and abuse you verbally.
“Stupid, wet cocksucker, you’re still not wet enough!”, I claimed and you went underwater again.
As you surfaced again I asked you: “Do you like to be sopping wet?”
You nodded and made affirming noises whilst keeping your suck mush open. Whereupon I abused your head as my personal flehslite again.
After a few thrusts I paused again and asked: “What are you?”. You answered immediately by saying: “A wet fuck mush, Masta.”
I pulled your open mouth over my cock again and said: “You should permanently have to run around in drenched clothes and present your open gob.”
With the words: “I bet you’d love that, don’t you?”, I pulled you off my cock and awaited your reply.
You nodded promptly and totally aroused. Your desperate cock that was trying to extend further but violently was kept being squeezed into the chastity cage, made it plain what your status was. You were a wet and chaste cock sucker.
I teased you further with dirty talk and said: “I hope you are saving up money for a Botox treatment, to make your suck mush your permanent facial makeup.”
Once again I ripped your head away from my cock and you nodded at me, whilst making a totally aroused and horny expression.
Subsequently you rolled over onto your back, almost like a dog. As you did you submerged and kept your gob open underwater. In doing so you invited me to fuck it like this.
Now I truly stopped caring. I grabbed your head and dragged you behind me as I waded deeper and deeper into the lake, which suddenly also caused water filling my waders.
Your chained body was floating on the surface with your face underwater.
I grabbed your head and fucked into your gorge.
You were quite struggling to not get water into your nose or choke and thus inhale water, causing you to drown.
I enjoyed it to use and abuse you in this manner and was about to jizz.
But I kept myself back, since I wanted to torment you just a little while longer.
I knew that you were quite out of breath and so I pulled your head up to allow you to breathe.
You were gasping for air, keeping your mouth ripped open to the extreme, as you were quite puffed. I dragged you back closer to the waterfront where the lake wasn’t that deep and helped you to getting on your knees again.
You looked at me, still keeping your suck face steady and I continued to abuse your gob as an assisting tool in my masturbation. I was yelling at you: “Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!”
I was about to cum and pulled your head away from my cock and switch to manual operations.
As I wanked you greedily kept your mouth open and as I came, my load was flying out and hit your face. My jizz was splashing onto your cheeks, your lips and into your open and perfectly suitable cum dump of a mouth.
After that orgasm I had to take a breather and said: “Come on, let us water lovers go ashore” and then started to wade alongside you out of the water.
I grabbed my pants and said to you: “Go ahead, I want to see you run for me, one last time!”
Having said that I started moving and walked towards the trail. And when I arrived at it I turned around and watched again, as you ran towards me in your chains, your dripping wet clothes and with your open mouth that had been drenched with water and cum.
As you got to me, I unlocked your cuffs and stored them in my backpack. After that I reached into your diapers and unlocked the chastity cage. As I fumble around in your diapers, where I was pulling the chastity cage off your cock I noticed how much they had been soaked by our little bathing fun.
After that I said to you: “Alright, you may jack yourself off now, but only by rubbing your flat hand over the plastic pants.”
I moved to the edge of the path and started watching you.
Then you grabbed yourself at your sogging wet diapers and as I command you to “Go!”, you started scrubbing your plastic pants and tried to masturbate that way.
As you did you still went on keeping your suck mush together.
It seemed to be quite a challenge for you to wank like this over and with the soaked diaper. You appeared to be totally exhausted and the cold wet really took it out of you by now. But after all the stuff we had done here today, you were so horny, that you just had to spunk, nevertheless.
I knew that you recapped and mentally visualized what you experienced in the last couple of hours and you were about to shoot your load after only a few moments.
You looked at me and asked: “Masta, am I allowed to jizz?”
I just smiled at you and replied: “Sure suck mush, go ahead!”
Once again you presented your open gob and scrubbed heavily on the plastic pants. You scrubbed your diapers faster and faster until you were about to jizz and as you did, you moaned loudly with your body twitching in frequent spasms.
As the last dashes of cum left your cock, I walked towards you and commanded you to: “Relax!” And with that command you relaxed your face, closed your mouth and fell into my arms, trembling with exhaustion.
I let you catch your breath, before we made our way back towards the pavillion.
As we arrived there Tom was already waiting for us with a big duffle bag.
He had changed his clothes and wore dry and completely black gear. A uniform to be precise, composed of Ranger boots, cargo pants, flight jacket and combat vest on top.
He greeted us with the words: “Well, did the filthy faggot get some fun?”
You were smiling a bit shy whilst looking at your feet and just nodded in reply.
Meanwhile I grabbed into the duffle bag and got a towel out of it, which I handed over to you with the instruction to get out of the wet clothes and dry yourself off. To enable you to do so I also went and unlocked everything that still was locked onto you and stored all the locks in my backpack.
While you were toweling yourself down I also took care of getting dry myself.
I sat down at the bench and got out of my waders.
As I sat there you were standing in front of me, naked as a jailbird and I handed you new underwear, socks, a white sweater as well as an orange jumpsuit that I dugged out if the bag.
You started to slip into the new clothes immediately, while I too got into some dry clothes.
When I had finished dressing, I was wearing a similar outfit to Tom’s and you too had been dressed up completely. You’re only missing proper shoes and the necessary jewelry.
Tom handed you a pair of boots and after you had gotten them on and laced up, Tom and I started to get you up in chains again.
You got a brown leather belt around your waist, that got locked with a padlock at its back and which had a ring at the front.
Through this ring I threaded the handcuffs of a combination of handcuffs and leg irons, while Tom got the leg irons attached to your ankles.
Your hands got secured in the handcuffs too and last but not least I got something else from the bag to restrict you further. It was a roll of electrical tape. Meanwhile Tom stood in front of you holding some piece of cloth in his hand and said: “Hold this in your mouth for me for a second. This is one of the socks I’d been wearing whilst I was jogging.”
As soon as he had said that Tom stuffed the sock into your gob.
The sock was wet with sweat and tasted as if it wouldn’t have only been worn for today’s jogging.
In the meantime I started wrapping your head with electrical tape at mouth level and Tom fished some scissors out of the bag, to cut the tape off the roll.
This tape gag just became you and was looking so amazingly well placed in your face. This sight caused an urge in me to lick over your taped lips. And so I did to satisfy myself.
I smiled at Tom, who stored away the scissors again, fished something else out of the bag and placed himself behind your back.
In his hands he held a Spit Hood which he suddenly pulled over your head.
Now your prison outfit was complete and I started to collect all of our gear and stored it away in my backpack and the duffle bag.
Before I stored them in the duffle bag, our wet clothes got packed into trash bags that I knotted as soon as I had finished filling them up.
As everything had been packed, Tom and I grabbed you at one arm each and we started to make our way to the next subway station, to go to a dryer place, where we could continue to entertain us with you.
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