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choke torture
RubberâŠchainsâŠasphyxiation. Watch the full video at https://vimeo.com/214914928
Iâd â€ïžâ€ïž to spend a few days in this guys holding place
SUFFERING GIMP SLAVE!
Trooper!
Fuck bro, this is so fucking hot to me! I live to find a guy to bag me like this, what a lucky fucker!
GearFetish update [TheUAJock]⊠A sub that I met in TexasS happened to be in Denver, so i geared him up andâŠ
RubberâŠchainsâŠasphyxiation. Watch the full video at https://vimeo.com/214914928
Iâd â€ïžâ€ïž to spend a few days in this guys holding place
SUFFERING GIMP SLAVE!
A young man who has been abducted by a psychopath. Bonded with rope whole body densely. There is no way to jingle Or someone to help. He is in the hands of death.
Was tortured Whether it is a tape. Or a plastic bag covered his head hot and sweat flooding him every poop every molecule suffering the whole body. In addition, they were tied up and packed with rapppas throughout the body. What will he do next? I have to wait for the fate of the water bender.
Perfection.
Keep calm and untie the knots boi, get your air by yourself if you can
Very hot, would like to see more
No Safe Word: A Varsity Kink Story
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Brandon, a 28 year old banker and self professed straight acting gym bunny, stepped into the restaurant and looked around for the gorgeous face he had seen on the dating app just a few hours earlier. Â From across the room, he saw a square jawed 20-something wave. Â He ventured over and introduced himself. Â Jared, the guy he had met online about 4 hours before, was muscular, very muscular. Â Brandon didnât think he was a slouch but this guy was like a brick shithouse! Â Brandonâs look must have gave him away and Jared explained.
What? You want the stats⊠6â1â, 225, 45â, 34â, 8.5â cut.
Brandon laughed and apologized.
He sat down at the table and they each ordered a beer and an appetizer to share.  Dinner was going exceptionally well and Brandon discovered that not only was Jared a total jock and gym junkie but they shared some similar fetishes as well.  Towards the end of dinner, Brandon offered up a nightcap at his place just a few blocks away.  Jared agreed and jokingly warned him that he didnât have a safe word. Brandon laughed and thought to himself, yeah, everyone says thatâŠ
The two boys walked out the door of the hole in the wall establishment and began walking towards Brandonâs apartment. Â Free of the prying ears of the restaurants, Jared inquired.
So, what kind of kink are you into?
Brandon laughed a little.
If itâs kinky Iâm pretty into it. There isnât much I wonât do except brown and yellow.
Jared laughed loudly.
Yeah I donât get that at all. Â Iâm very open minded, like I said, no safe words here.
Oh really? Brandon replied.
Iâm no pussy, Iâm all about getting my limits pushed. Â Especially by a fucking stud like you.
We will see about that, Brandon said.
So youâre going to suck my dick tonight. Jared inquired with a laugh.
Brandon just laughed and looked slyly at the massive man in front of him.
As they walked into Brandonâs apartment, he offered Jared a beer and he quickly accepted. Â Both boys were about 5 or 6 bottles in at this point and hormones were just starting to bubble over the top.
Jared sucked the beer down as Brandon walked out of the bathroom after breaking the seal. Â Jared pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to his ankles. Â Brandon could see that Jaredâs well chiseled thighs had a nice covering of dark hair and that his cock and balls were obviously well manicured. Â Jared was wearing the tiniest of Jockey black briefs. Â His dick was already starting to strain against the fabric.
Brandon stripped his shirt off and unbuttoned his cargo shorts. Â Jared seized the opportunity and grabbed the shorts and thrust them down Brandonâs nice muscular legs.
Iâm a little sweaty, I hope you donât mind. Brandon said.
Mind, fuck no, that just makes you that much hotter. Â Jared huffed.
Brandon threw Jared down on the bed behind him and began grinding his own still fabric encapsulated cock into Jaredâs. Â As the two boys thrust together, Jared began grunting and moaning.
You donât get off that easy. Brandon whispered.
Iâm all yourâs. Said Jared.
Take your shorts off and lay down on the bed, Iâll be right back. Said Brandon with a smirk.
Jared did as told and Brandon grabbed a footlocker from under the nearby nightstand. Â He grabbed a few items out of the footlocker and laid them out on the dresser.
Brandon walked back over to the bed and laid down on top of Jared who was now lightly thrusting into the navy bedsheets from sheer horniness. Â Brandon grinded his cock deep into Jaredâs ass crack as he put his hand over Jaredâs mouth and wrenched his neck back.
So, no safe word huh? I find that hard to believe. Brandon uttered.
Push me, push me hard. Â Whatever you want, Iâm down. Iâm just so fucking horny. Jared managed to get out through Brandonâs fingers still covering his mouth.
Well get your ass up and sit down over here in this chair. Brandon directed.
Jared got up from the bed and made his way to the arm chair near the bed. Â Brandon planted his mouth on Jaredâs once he had sat down and grasped his cock and balls in his hand and squeezed.
Well we are going to push your limits tonight for sure.
Brandon grabbed a roll of saran wrap from the dresser and wrapped Jaredâs veiny arms to the arms of the chair. Â He did the same thing with the jockâs legs, securing him to the chair fully.
You think this is going to hold me? Jared asked quizzically.
No. Brandon quickly retorted as he reached and grabbed the roll of black duct tape from the dresser.
Brandon began wrapping Jaredâs arms to the chair arms tightly and repeating the actions with his legs.
That should hold you. Â Brandon stated.
Jared strained against his restraints but made no headway.
So fucking hot, now what, suck my cock? Jerk me off? Jared asked.
Something like that.
Brandon poured some lube in his hand and began to work Jaredâs extremely hard cock. Â He rubbed the lube over Jaredâs gigantic ballsack and licked the inside of the man jockâs legs. Â He could smell the musk of the dayâs sweat emanating from Jaredâs junk.
Oh God, make me cum. Jared uttered.
Oh no, we are just getting started. Brandon stated matter of factly.
Oh yeah? Jared asked.
Brandon reached over to the dresser and grabbed a clear plastic bag and a large rubber band. Â As he started to open the bag, Jared got a nervous look on his face.
Wh-whatâs that for? Jared asked.
This is going to go on your head and this rubber band is going to hold it in place while I jerk your cock and suck on your balls. Â The goal is to be able to concentrate on cumming enough that you can get off before you run out of air. Â Brandon offered up.
Iâve never done anything like that but Iâm game, letâs do it. Itâs just a bag, Iâll bite through it before I suffocate. Jared said with a chuckle.
Bite through the bag and you wonât like the consequence. Brandon smirked.
Jared had a nervous look again as the bag slid down over his head and Brandon placed the rubber band around his neck. Â Brandon could see the hot as fuck jock inside the bag looking around trying to understand his situation. Â His hard cock still pointing upward was now gripped in Brandonâs head and Jared was making soft moans as he started to breathe his limited air. Â The bag had a fair amount of air in it but Jaredâs inexperience with breath play was causing him to use it up quite fast. Â The sweat that was gathering on his face was pulling the plastic closer and nearly gluing the plastic to his face.
Brandon continued working Jaredâs cock as Jared began shaking his head and asking to have the bag taken off.
OK, please take the bag off Brandon. Â I canât breathe. I mean I really canât breathe. Jared managed to get out.
Nope, you need to cum if you want that bag off of your head. Otherwise it stays put. Brandon said with a bit of a menace.
Man, come on! Jared said while clenching his brow and shaking his head trying to get the plastic unfastened from his nose.
Realizing that Brandon was not going to comply, Jared immediately began trying to suck the bag into his mouth so he could bite a hole and get some air.
Donât do it. Brandon said.
Jared ignored Brandonâs warning and began grinding his teeth on the bag until he felt the fresh air rush in as he sucked hard.
Brandon looking half amused and half annoyed, reached up and pulled the rubber band off from around Jaredâs neck. Â He then lifted the sweaty bag off of Jaredâs head. Â Jared heaving from his lack of oxygen and extremely worked up cock looked up at Brandon.
Please, please just let me cum. Â I am so fucking hard! Jared exclaimed.
Oh, I plan on letting you cum but you didnât listen to my warning. Brandon said slyly.
Anything just please let me cum. Jared said with a light bit of exhaustion in his voice.
Brandon went back over to the dresser and grabbed another plastic bag and the duct tape that he had used to secure Jared to the chair.
He turned around and Jared immediately saw what he had.
Again? Â Wait, whatâs the tape for? Jared quizzed.
Well hereâs whatâs going to happen. Â I am going to take this tape and Iâm going to wrap it around your head, taping your fucking mouth shut, so that you canât chew through any more bags. Â Then, Iâm going to put a plastic bag on your head and Iâm going to take the duct tape and tape it around your neck tightly. Â You will have the air to breathe in the bag and thatâs it. Â I am going to continue to work on your cock some more and attempt to make you cum that big fucking load you are hiding. Â The challenge is going to be whether you pass out from lack of oxygen or cum first. Got it?
I donât know about that⊠I mean⊠what if⊠Jared looked concerned but before he could protest any further, Brandon was wrapping Jaredâs lower jaw and mouth in saran wrap.
Please, please, just finish jerking me off, Iâve had enough⊠Jared said through a few layers of plastic.
Iâm sorry bro, you said no safe word, so Iâm gonna stick with that. Brandon returned as he began wrapping the black duct tape around Jaredâs now plastic wrapped lower head. Â When he was finished everything from Jaredâs upper lip to neck line was covered in plastic and duct tape. Â Jared couldnât make a sound if he tried.
Jared had an extreme look of panic on his face but his cock was still hard, partially from hormones and partially from adrenaline. Â Brandon grabbed the plastic bag and slid it over Jaredâs head ceremoniously showing the tape to Jared before he sealed him in his predicament. Â He wrapped the tape securely around the boyâs neck and ripped it off the roll with his teeth. Jared, now fully encased in plastic and tape had very little air and a fully hard cock. Â This was going to be interesting.
Brandon put his lips down around Jaredâs cock and began licking the tip, massaging the boyâs balls to work the cum up and out. Â Up top, Jared was attempting to protest through his tape gag and bag but all that was heard was muffled sounds of either pleasure or pain, Brandon wasnât sure which one. Â Brandon gripped Jaredâs cock firmly and began pumping the cock hard hoping to work the boy right to the edge. Â The bag by this time was nearly depleted of air and was no clinging to Jaredâs forehead and starting to cling to his nose. Â Full on panic was setting in as he struggled against the tape on his arms and shook his head to attempt to get the plastic off of his nose. Â The more he struggled the more sweat he built up and the more the plastic stuck to him. Â Just as he felt hopeless and thought the end was near, he felt the cum building up in his sack and the orgasm building in his shaft. Â He could surely hold on for a few more seconds and then Brandon would take the bag off. Â As he began to cum and spurt his load into Brandonâs mouth, the sense of panic returned four fold and he wanted out of the bag BAD.
Brandon having done his duty and now with a fully engorged cock of his own stood up, watching the writhing sexy beast of a boy tied in the chair, bagged and taped.
Iâm gonna cum on your chest and face now, so try not to pass out until Iâm done ok⊠Brandon said, pumping his 8â cock.
Jared tried to make out a scream but nothing could escape his plastic head prison. Â He could see flashes and lights in his vision and knew he was ready to pass out.
Brandon watched as the bag sucked tight to Jaredâs face and he though what the hell, I might as well help him get to the finish. Â Brandon took his hand and pressed it up over Jaredâs taped mouth and nose and whispered.
Iâm not taking it off, so just let go. Â If youâre lucky, Iâll take it off after you pass out.
At that moment Jaredâs head bobbed several times and the bag stopped moving. Â Brandon sprayed his load all over the boyâs chest and reached up and ripped the bag open so his newfound toy didnât die. Â A moment later, Jared came around to find Brandon wiping his cum off of Jaredâs chest and cutting the restraints from Jaredâs arms and legs. Â The bag and tape which had encased his face, now gone, revealing a sweaty red faced square jawed jock again.
Whoa, bro, that was fun. Â Holy shit, where did you learn to do that? Jared asked.
Practice makes perfect but you were pretty fun, naĂŻve and all. Â No safe words right? Brandon smiled.
Yeah, no safe words⊠Jared said.
Why donât you go jump in the shower and Iâll join you, I have a pair of cuffs in the bathroom and to be honest, I could use a blowjob now. Brandon said with a sly demeanor.
Without a pause, Jared got up, rubbed his wrists and asked where the towels wereâŠ
Wrestling With Consequences: A Varsity Kink Story
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I sat in the office in the locker room, tired from the dayâs meetings and other engagements. Â My two hours at the campus gym were taking their toll as well. Â It was time to go home, grab a bite to eat, and probably pull up some porn to relieve my aching balls which were full at that point. Â I looked out the window of my closed door in the athletics annex and saw a few of my wrestlers running the hallways of the building since the rain was pouring down outside. Â A few of this yearâs freshmen were quite attractive little studs, I have no shame in saying I fantasized about a few of them during the before mentioned jerk off sessions.
As I stepped outside the door and turned to lock it, a heard a few of the guys coming down the hall. I looked and it was Jared and Tim. They were two of my freshmen athletes. Jared was about 6 feet tall and 190 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, and just a hint of tan to his skin tone. Â He had the hint of a dirty beard at all times it seemed. Â He was neither ripped nor fat, just an all around muscular guy. Â Tim was a few inches shorter than him but had deep black hair, steely blue eyes, and for the most part was usually cut muscularly. Â He carried a light dusting of dark hair all over his body, I could usually see it just covering his chest when his shirt was open.
âShit, itâs Coach Dean, heâll bust us for sure. This way.â I heard the smaller jock say.
The two boys shot left down the side hall and I knew something was up. Â Why were they trying to avoid me and what was this talk about getting âbustedâ? Â Sometimes I took great glee in dealing out the punishment to my athletes for breaking the rules. Â I decided to see what this was all about and quickly cut through the utility hall and came out on the other side where the hall would ultimately let out. Â The boys turned the corner, thinking I was safely behind them, and Tim ran straight into my 30 year old 6 foot muscular body. Both of us nearly went down.
âWhoa!!! What the hell is going on guys?â I asked with a hint of irritation in my voice.
Before either boy could speak, I identified the issue at hand. Â The boys, running and conditioning for wrestling, had a meet the next day. Both being drenched with sweat, and smelling like it too, were wearing plastic sauna suits under their hoodies and sweatpants. Â I could see the elastic cuffs, taped at the wrists to hold in the heat and sweat, poking out of the sleeves of their shirts. Â
âWell, we just didnât want to disturb you coach, we thought everyone had gone home for the night. Â You said it was ok to run the annex.â Jared said, nearly out of breath.
âDid I also say it was ok to cut weight in plastics?â I asked referring to their fashionwear.
Both boys looked at me rather astonished but I knew a thing about plastics owing to my own plastic, rubber, and latex fetish. Â This was like a dream come true to run into two of my hottest little jocks from the team breaking the rules AND wearing something I found to be an extreme turn on.
âNo, shit, weâre both wrestling over right now and we both need to cut about 7 poundsâŠâ Tim said knowing he was caught. Â
I explained to them the seriousness of breaking a weight cutting rule, seeing as NCAA rules no longer allowed athletes to cut weight via plastics suits, trash bags, diuretics, or any other artificial means. Â They both said they understood and wouldnât do it again. Â Both of the guys turned around and started to walk away, thinking they had made off like bandits. Â
âHold up, where are you going?â I asked.
âSorry, are we not free to go? We should probably go get these fucking suits off and do it the right way.â Tim stated.
With a glint in my eye, I explained to them that I could not just turn a blind eye to an NCAA violation and that my job was too important to put it in jeopardy over a couple guys fucking up and basically cheating.  I told them to go into my office and wait while I tried to reach the administrator to discuss the problem.  I unlocked my office, let them in, and then headed down to the locker rooms to prepare for what was about to happen.  I went into the utility and grabbed a handful of the large clear bags that we used for wet towels and gym paraphernalia, a roll of clear mat tape off of the supply shelf, some industrial rubber bands, and a roll of duct tape.  I set two chairs up facing one another in the mat room which was still rank from sweat from the earlier practice.  I really needed to say something to the managers about cleaning the mats better⊠or did I?  I laid the items on the table and left to set the stage for what was about to happen.
I walked back into the office and the boys had obviously been rehearsing their statements and ways to mitigate their situation. Â I told them that I couldnât reach the administrator but that we needed to come up with a plan of action. Â I stressed that the violation would cancel their scholarships and that they would both be off the team for a minimum of a year. Â As I watched, the sweat was still rolling down their faces and at one point I heard the sloshing of sweat in Jaredâs pant leg. Â I was straining a hardon under the desk. Â I reached down and adjusted and listened to their pleas.
I finally put the hammer down.
âOK, well I can offer you a second option, a lesson learned if you will. Â It is all I am willing to do though. Â Otherwise, you are off the team and your financial aid is gone.â I said sternly.
âCoach, man, look we will do anything, Tim and I talked about this⊠fuck man, we would even suck you off, if you just turn the other way on thisâŠâ Jared said with a tear rolling down his face.  The boy was now crying. Â
âIs that what you want, youâre gay right coach, I mean we saw you with your boyfriend⊠Youâre a good looking guy, we will blow you or jerk you off, and you could forget all about this.â Tim said also with a quiver.
âGuys, I donât want you fucking blowing me⊠Jesus, get it together. I do want to teach you a lesson though, so follow me down to the locker rooms.â I said, feigning some anger in my voice.
The boys followed me back down to the locker rooms where I unlocked the door and told them to go in and have  a seat on the bench.  I locked the door with a key from behind to make sure we didnât have any interruptions. I walked into the locker room office and called maintenance, telling them not to clean the locker rooms or wrestling facilities that night as I had made the team clean it as punishment. Â
I walked into the locker room and found the two boys looking dejected, and still sweating profusely. Their grey and black hoodies had sweat stains where liquid was leaking at the cuffs and waist. Â I told them both to remove their layers of hoodies and sweatpants, shoes, and socks. Â Both, being mortified of losing their college careers, obeyed. Â Shit, they had just offered to suck my dick, this next part was gonna be fun!
As they disrobed I saw both were wearing shiny black sauna suits, taped at the wrist and ankles with silver duct tape. Â It looked like Jared was always sporting a trash bag under his sauna suit for extra effectiveness. Â
âTake these off too?â Tim asked pointing to the suits.
âNo, you guys were so anxious to wear them Iâm gonna let you stew in those a little while longer.â I replied. Â
Both boys had puddles gathering around their feet on the benches. Â Jared, the larger of the two jocks, was also sweating profusely from his wrist cuffs due to the extra plastic. Â I told both guys to head over ot the training room where I had set up the two chairs and left the supplies. Â As they walked in, I asked them to sit in the chairs facing one another.
âNow, because you shitheads broke the rules, you have to learn that rules are there for a reason. I donât like making people pay for the indiscretions but I think a creative lesson is one that teaches a better lesson.â I said as I tossed Jared the roll of mat tape.
âTake the tape and tape Timâs arms down to the chair arms, Jared. Â Tight.â I said.
âSeriously,â Tim asked.
I nodded my head and Jared stretched the clear tape over the already black plastic covered arm and wrapped it tightly the chair arm. Â He repeated the step on the right arm. Â I told Jared to sit down, and I repeated the act on him myself. Â
âNow that you guys are secure, hereâs the deal. Every athlete performs better under pressure than when they just donât give a shit. Â So Iâm going to give you a little series of activities and you are going to have to make your way through them. Â If you fail any one of the activities then there will be consequences up to and possibly including, being thrown off the team and having your financial aid revoked.â I explained.
I then went into detail about the first challenge. Â Each jock would have their mouth taped shut with the duct tape I had procured earlier. I would then start a timer and they would have 3:00 to loose the tape from their mouth and clearly speak the word âDONE.â Â Both stud agreed to the terms and I ripped two pieces of tape off placing them firmly over the sweaty faces of each jock, knowing full well that the sweat rolling off their faces would play to their advantage.
I clicked, the start on my stopwatch and waited as I watched both boy lick and maneuver the tape over the mouth and try to free themselves, at about the 1:50 mark, Tim got his loose and made a yawning motion which freed the tape.
âDONE!â He said with exasperation. Â
Jared, still struggling, finally got his off about 2:15 as Tim cheered him on. Â
âThat wasnât so bad. Was that it, Coach Dean?â Tim asked.
âOh no, you have multiple challenges to go. Each one, more difficult.â I explained.
For the second challenge, I didnât explain the challenge until I had the items I needed in hand. I grabbed the rubber bands and the two plastic bags from the table that I had picked up earlier. Â From my back pocket I also removed two sweaty socks, one from each jockâs feet that I had grabbed when I went to the office to make the phone call. Â I dropped Jaredâs sock in Timâs bag and Timâs sock in Jaredâs bag. Â I walked behind Jared and just before pulling the plastic bag over his head and securing it with the rubber band, I delivered the challenge.
âSometimes you need a little more motivation to complete a task⊠So for this challenge, Iâm going to sip a plastic bag over your head and secure it with a rubber band.  Inside the plastic bag I have placed one of your fucking rank ass socks that you were wearing⊠Jared you get Timâs and vice versa. Jared since you lost the last round, you get the bag first. First one to bite through the plastic bag and say âDONEâ gets the benefit next round.â I quickly stated.
âDude thatâs fucking messed uâŠâ Jared started to say, but before he finished his sentence the bag was on him, the rubber band was secure and Timâs sock was hanging out right beside his mouth.  He made several gasping sound and tried to blow the plastic out as far as he could to avoid the sock.  I repeated the act with Tim, the more competitive one, who sat silently, I can only guess game planning how to get out of this bag quicker than Jared. Â
Tim, recognizing the task, quickly started sucking the plastic tightly into his mouth and biting the plastic and grinding it between his teeth. Â After two or three tries, he finally succeeded in getting a hole through and stuck his tongue through the hole. Â
âDoes this count, coach? Done.â Tim said, out of breath from both the smelly sock, the lack of oxygen, and the concentration.
Jared, was still struggling and almost gagging on the sockâs stench. Â He finally got the idea from Tim though and imitated his buddy. Â Shouting DONE! through a tiny hole.
I pulled the bags and reeking socks off of the boysâ heads. Â The sweat was now soaking their heads and running down the brows.
I untaped their arms from the chairs and told them both to stand up and stretch. Â
âAre we done? Was that it?â Jared asked.
âNo, we have one final little challenge and it is out on the mats.â I explained.
I led them out to the wrestling room and flipped the lights on.  I had them to both stand face to face on the mat.  I then explained the challenge.  For the last challenge each jock would have his hands taped behind his back.  His mouth would be taped shut and a plastic bag would be taped over his head.  I would then start the watch.  They would have until the first person passed out or one of them got pinned to complete the challenge.  If one of them was pinned, then the bag of the winner would be removed and the loser would need to pass out to have his bag removed.  If one of them passed out, then the bag would be removed after the winnerâs bag was removed.  Only fair you know⊠ Both men were very competitive, so this was going to be interesting.
I secured their hands behind their back while they trash talked one another. Â Both still dripping with sweat under their plastic suits, causing puddles on the wrestling mats. Â I wrapped the tape around each jockâs head covering their mouths fully. Â I then pulled the clear plastic bags over their heads and secured Jaredâs first, since he had lost the last challenge. Â I clicked the watch and gave them the go ahead.
Each boy made lunges at the other finally pushing against one another inside their plastic prisons. Tim wrapped his leg under Jaredâs both went down with a thud. Â The writhing and position changes went on for about a minute. Â The bags covering their heads billowed in and out and you could hear grunting and mumbling under the tape. Â Jared, being the taller guy, had the advantage but Timâs strength and lower center of gravity was helping immensely. Â
About a minute and half into the contest, both were sucking in and out hard through their noses. Â Of course neither wanted to lose because they wanted those bags off. Â The writhing and jockeying went back and forth. Â Several times during the contest I could see the plastic pressed tightly against Jaredâs ass crack, clinging tight due to all the sweat. Â Timâs cock and balls were also very apparent at this point as I believe he was slightly aroused. Â
Just past the two minute mark, Jared had covered Tim and almost had his shoulders down when I saw Timâs legs start kicking and knew that he was out of air. I got close to the mat and watched as the plastic sucked tightly to his nose and was creating a vacuum effect with the sweat that had drenched his hair and face. Â I could hear muffled words coming from him but couldnât make anything out. Â I glanced up just as Jared also went down for the count and was at his supplyâs end. His face clinging with plastic and his crotch bucking involuntarily, he was passing out. Â I waited until both boys were out cold and whipped my cock out and gave it two or three quick pumps and spewed cum all over the mats and the boys. I quickly reached down and ripped the bags open so I didnât have a couple homicides on my hands. Â
The two came to with a jolt and as I pulled the bags off, didnât even really seem to have too much recollection of the end. Â I took the towel I had and threw it over the spunk on the mat so the jocks didnât witness my mess. I cut the tape from their wrists and told them both to go get showered up. Â I cleaned up the mat and walked back in the locker room. Both guys were in the shower, trying to clear off the filth. Â Their suits and plastics were laying in a pile on the floor side the benches. Â I went in the office and waited for them to come out.
Both came in my office after getting cleaned up and stood at the door. Â
âCan we go coach?â Tim asked.
âYeah, Tim you can go. Did you learn something tonight?â I asked looking up. âSure did coach, sure did. Shortcuts donât pay off.â Jared said.
âDid you guys weigh in?â I came back.
âYeah, we are both under.â Tim said with a smirk.
âGood, donât forget your suitsâŠâ I said and winked.
They both laughed and Tim looked back and asked if there were more lessons.
âYeah, there areâŠâ
A Risky Visit
[NSFW, Not for those under 21yo., the squeamish, or really any sensible person. Fiction only]
We had been chatting online for some time. He often talked about his interests. How bad he wanted extreme bondage. I teased him at length with photos and reposts of other stories and photos. Â Along with the mummification photos, castration photos, used and abused like a âfagâ photos, he also shared some pretty dark stories with me. Some of his favorites were by Intrazone-x on tumblr, a few on a private web site, and some pretty extreme stuff by âHangdogâ on blogspot, Â With story titles like âCuriosityâ, âMark and Iâ. Â I told him my current favorite of that genreâ was âNot Practice this timeâ. Â http://hangdogmi.blogspot.com/2013/10/not-practice-this-time.html ( Â A completely impossible fiction, but interesting story.
Finally, I told him one time, that if he did really want to visit, I had a collection of real body bags, that he could end up in. Thought I could scare him off. Told him I would dig a hole he would see, when he arrived.  Heâd end up bagged in plastic then the body bag zipped closed over that. Hauled down in the bucket of the bobcat loader to the muddy trail.  There was a new driveway going in there.  If something was buried thereâŠit would end up in the hardening mud, under layers of gravel and then paved over.
This didnât seem to be enough to put him off. So I wrote to him told him I needed a number I could call him at. Â I used a random office phone in town and called him. Â When he answered and said that yes it was âbounddeep92â I gave him directions. Â Told him heâd just need about Ten bucks, cash. Â Told him to board the local ferry. Â Have a drink if he wished it was a 40 minute crossing. Â From there catch the commuter bus, to Port Colby. Â Get after the first bridge the bus crosses. To look for a note, taped to the end of the bridge guardrail at the north east end. Â He was to read the note and bring it with him.
The note told him directions for a reasonably short walk. Â (This way I could watch from a long distance to be sure he was alone, and not followed) I had actually been on that ferry, but left ahead of the bus on my motorcycle. Â He was to enter the woods. Strip to just his bike boots, jock and gloves. If any direction was not followed, including gear, date, time and more, he would never see me. He was to walk up further to the cabin, strip off all his gear except his gloves. Â (I needed him in his gloves to reduce dexterity at any escape attempt. Â He was to put on the suit that was lying on the ground zip it up as far as he could on his own get on his knees facing the tree and wait.
Lucky for me he followed those directions perfectly. I quietly walked up behind him. Seeing him ready like that I almost couldnât make up my mind. Â I had plans for him yet
He looked quite nice, Â I was tempted to just tackle him and make him into my subby little play toy. I love that gear and his nearly shaved head really appealed to me to.
I ordered him to stay like that. Â I guessing he was curious or nervous seeing that noose hanging low like that. Â However I had already made up my mind with what I was going to do with him. Â Even with out yet being sealed in I could see the sweat running off his head and down his back.
I walked up zipped the suit up the back to his forehead sealing in all but his face in the suit. I reached over from behind and squeezed him around the shoulders grabbing the front of the suit, pulling him back towards me. He reached back with his hands trying to explore. I used that opportunity to grab one wrist.  I quietly said near his now covered left ear,  âdonât resist, just  let it happenâ.  I said this as I took the loop of rope I had and placed it around his wrist.  I was going to seal the zippers sealing in his hands, but I wanted to be able to watch his gloved fingers for any movements he made.
I soon had both wrists well secured behind him. Over tied to the point he probably quickly lost feeling in his hands. Â Normally I would have been more careful. Â But here now, I wanted to cut off any means of escape or resistance if he decided to change his mind.
I walked around to face him. Â All the skin he could see was my lower legs. Â A mystery guy to him. Â I figured maybe Iâd never let him see who I really was.
My face was hooded, but he could see my eyes. And I had thin leather gloves on, hoody and shorts.  I got up close eased my shorts down and then pulled a condom on.  I had my reasons for the condom.  Safety was on my mind, but not in the way he was probably thinking. He started to speak so I muzzled his mouth with my gloved hand. Then immediately shoved my cock in.  He didnât resist much and I could tell he was ready and will for this.  I fucked him deep into his throat.  I so wanted to shoot down his throat and maybe follow it up with my piss, but I held back.  Eventually I didnât need to even grab his head anymore.  He was working hard at choking himself.  He was gagging and still kept going.  I finally pushed him back off.  I looked him in the eyes just inches from his face as I sealed the front of his hood up.  It zips around and then can be locked just above the forehead to the entrance zipper.  I shoved a large soft leather gag into the small zipper mouth opening.  Once he got the idea what was going on, he helped suck the gag right in. Filling his mouth  this was no small gag.  And I secured it tightly behind his head.  Gagged, wrists restrained, and in the dark of the sealed suit, there was not much of a protest he could make any more.  I was sure he was hard in the suit.  If not already leaking precum.  Soon heâd likely be leaking more than just precum. Eventually heâd likely be pissing himself from fear, or need, unable to stop himself.  Make a hassle for me to clean up the suit, but it wouldnât be the first time.
I grabbed the white football belt I had handy, nearby. Â I used it to connect his rope tied wrists up to the strap of his gag. Â Holding his arms higher near his mid back. Â Any pull by his arms only pulled his head back and gag in deep and tight.
Lastly I used an odd end of thick white rope to tie his ankles close together. Â Hobbled. The knots were not much but there was going to be no way for him to try to untie them. Â Doubt he even thought about trying it, as It would not be a priority. In his mind.
Now secured and trapped in the suit, he was likely to be sweating a great deal. Â At the end of this day, as perverse as it sounds climbed into that same suit before I even thought to clean it. Â I wanted to smell and feel his experience. Â His nervous sweat and any other goo. Â This was part of why I wanted him in the suit was so that I could enjoy his smell for some time after he no longer was sealed in. Â I asked him, not really waiting for an answer if he was ready to try out that rope than was hanging over his head.
He still nodded affirmative. Â I had hopes the rope would not destroy the neck of the suit. Â It did tear I a little, but nothing that was hard to later fix.
I pulled the rough brown rope down and with the loop wide open just dropped the knot down onto his shoulder. Â I am sure he felt the weight of the rope then. Â I could hear that he was now breathing quite rapidly. Â Steaming up inside that sealed hood. Â I secured the knot tight, Â pulling the loose nylon out of the binding of the knot. Â I told him it was time to stand up. Â This was too much fun. Â I pulled in a playful way on the loose end, until he was struggling to stay on his toes. However his legs and feet were shaking so bad that he wasnât standing up very well. Ah well. Â I tied off the end of the rope to the post. Â And told him to stay. Â I then reached down and untied one leg.
He had the nerve, shaking as he was to shake his head no.
âWhat you are still ready for more?â Â (one nod)
âSo you really want it that bad? Huh. Well I wasnât going to stop anyway, but I really want to see something special. You are going to slowly follow my lead then I will tell you what I have planned for you.â Â I untied the rope from the post, and grabbing just above the noose, I pulled the rope back out of the tree. Â Then using the noose like a collar I had him follow me past the front of the cabin, and up the gentle ramp onto the deck. Â I lead him to the one post that stuck up about four feet above the deck. Â There was no rail on the deck either so I had to be carefull he didnât fall. Â I just stood him leaning against the post.
âNow donât move at all. Â You could easily fall and really do damage. Â You are right at the edge of the deck now.â Â I took the loose end of the rope and threw it back up into the maple tree. Â Used a stick near by and pulled the loose end back to my hand. Â The branch was a good three feet or more out from the end of the deck. Â I took up most of the slack but nothing too tight yet. Â I then tied his feet back together again. âYou are in a tough spot now. I canât see anyway you could get free with out my help. Â I could just push you and you fall off the deck and probably instantly snap your neck. You want that?â
He quickly shook his head in a no.
âWell I will tell what I want. Â And what I want is what IS going to happen.â Â I maneuvered him to the left a little. Turned him to face me, if could have been able to see. Â âNow as I pull on this loose end of the line the rope will start to tighten again. Â I want you to lean against it some. I donât want you falling.â Â I pulled more on the rope. Â âYou see either you choke a little now, or fall off the deck.â Â He was at that moment really struggling to not fall with the pull of the rope on his neck yet I could tell from his breathing that he was struggling.
âWell Im enjoying this, Â but I really have planned to see you off your feet. Â You ever been hung all the way off your feet just your neck and the noose?â
A slight nod. Â This did surprise me so I went on. Â âWell now you are about to do it again. Â You are going off this deck, You will be hanging free, And I really plan to get off watching you attempt to struggle. Â You are going off this deck, Â then im tying it off, then im going to walk down below and take some great photos to share. Â You spinning back and forth as you canât help but to struggle. Â A useless helpless struggle. Â A struggle that wont help you at all. Â Lets say we let you hang like that for about ten, twenty minutes, and make sure you really get the full experience?â
That must have shocked him some.  He was nearly dead still except for the slight vibration of his nerves, uncontrollable shaking.  âYou said you wanted, needed your limits pushed.  Fantasized about how far someone would push you.  Maybe too far.  Well hereâs the big moment.  You get your big fantasy.  Only this is real, I want to see you go all the way.  I want to see you struggle till you stop, See you hang until even the rope stops moving.  Then Im going to lower you down pull off the suit and you will go right into that green body bag there.  And just like I had said, and you probably didnât believe me or thought it was a joke⊠I may even fuck you after, but as before has to be with a condom,  If Your body was found under that pavement under that gravel, under that dried up mud, paved under.  I donât want any link of DNA.â
[This could be quite a mind fuck, live role play scene that would end here, but in this situationâŠ]
I pulled just a little more and using my body just shoved him right off the deck. Â He swung way out and just as I had said I would, I tied off that loose end to the post. I do wonder if he thought it was just a rough tease, if that any moment he be lowered down, maybe before he passed out. Â No. Â maybe heâd awaked and find out this was just a big mind fuck? Â No, Â this was as he had all but begged for. Â I was going to get to see a guy hang all the way. Â He no longer could make any noises choking or otherwise, the rope had just continued to relentlessly tighten from his body weight. Â There was no safety knot to prevent the rope from crush his throat tighter and tighter the longed he hanged. Â He tried kicking out in every direction. Â His hands would have ripped the wrist of the suit, but all they did was twist around inside his heavy motorcycle gloves. He put on a good show. And long after he stopped moving, I lowered him down and followed through with my promise. Â Sure enough he had really pissed. Â And sure enough I was going to be climbing into that suit myself later. I thought about fucking him as he had wanted in his fantasies after snuffed dead, but I was no longer into it. Â I just wanted to get things cleaned up, and later id be in that suit for a fun evening alone. Â Maybe next time Iâd need to find a willing victim and snuff him in the nude. Â So I could see the details and feel his skin shake and quiver. Â Not today though. Â He was getting what it was that he told me he wanted. Â I promised I would not let him back out in our early chats. Â However im pretty sure he didnât really think this was the day it would really happen. Â Not the first play visit. Â Guess thatâs in the back of all our minds when we take that step, that risk in playing with someone new. Â That thrill of not knowing.
THE PREY
Nick was sitting on the grass in the shade of a large Oak tree. The afternoon heat had now reached thirty degrees and his decision to wear his one piece leathers seemed like a mistake. It had been a long ride from his home to the biker cafe but the roads were great for biking, and now there he was enjoying looking at the bikes and watching the guys in their gear. At twenty two years old he was a relatively inexperienced biker and had just bought his first sports bike. His interests went beyond motorcycles though. Ever since puberty he'd been aroused by motorcyclists wearing leather. Recently he'd discovered online chat and had created profile's on a number of leather and rubber fetish contact sites. He was slim and cute and he loved teasing the older tops. He spent hours online looking for predators to engage in fantasy chat about bondage and breath control in rubber and had unknowingly become a talking point for hard core rubber men. He had no intention of meeting up with any of them. In fact despite numerous invitations Nick had never met anyone.
The heat was bigining to ease as the afternoon wore on and guys were starting to leave. Being in the shade wasn't the only reason Nick had sat under the tree. It happened to be close to where a motorcycle club called the fast mob always parked their bikes. There were around twenty of them and they were the hardest looking guys in the car park. They were mainly on sports bikes and wearing one piece leathers, but also wearing black hoodie tops bareing the fast mob logo. Nick had been watching them for about an hour, occasionally stroking his dick through his leathers. He'd been carful not to let any of them see him looking though and avoided making eye contact. However if he had done, he would have realised that two of them kept looking at him. The bike club guys started leaving, disappearing one by one until only two were left - the two who were looking at him. It was then he realised that although they wouldn't have looked out of place riding with the fast mob they were not actually with them.Their staring was starting to make Nick feel uncomfortable. Eventually one of them made eye contact and gave him a smile. Nick smiled nervously back. The two guys exchanged a few quick words and then walked over and sat on the grass next him. The guy who'd smiled had a short beard and a shaved head. A tattoo on his neck and a teardrop tattooed under his left eye sent a warning that he wasn't to be messed with. The other one looked equally hostile with a couple of days growth of beard, a shaved head and a tattoo on his face. Both in their early forties, they were wearing MX motorcycle boots and old scuffed black one piece leathers that they'd zipped down almost to their waists in an effort to keep cool in the heat of the afternoon. The first one held his phone up for Nick to see. On the screen was a photo of a young guy in a rubber gimp suit. To Nicks horror the picture was of him.
"Nice photo mate". He said giving Nick a cheeky smile.
Nicks face flushed with embarrassment.
"Don't worry mate, we both love your pics. What's your name mate?" Nick told him in a slightly shaky voice.
The one with the teardrop tattoo introduced himself as Phil and the other one introduced himself as Pete. Both men seemed very friendly despite their appearance and Nick felt reassured in the knowledge that they were both gay and cool with his profile. They chatted for a while about bikes and how horny the guys in the fast mob were then Phill said.
"Where are you going when you leave here Nick. We live just over an hour from here mate and we've a huge collection of rubber gear. You're welcome to come back for a drink and we've a spare bedroom so you can stay over if you like. You can even try on some of our gear."
Nick was hesitant. They must have known what he was into from reading his profile and their obvious interest in him suggested they wanted to play. They were complete strangers he'd only met a few minutes ago and although they seemed nice he couldn't help thinking that he should be careful.
"Come on mate, what's the worse that can happen". Said Pete.
Nick felt frustrated at his hesitancy. He'd chatted to lots of guy's online and had invitations to meet many of them, but he had always turned them down because his nerves got the better of him. How long were his sexual experiences going to be limited to wanking at his computer. It was time to grow up and get a life.
"Yes alright I'd love to, but I need to take a piss first". Said Nick, not quite believing that he'd had the courage to accept their invitation. He felt elated as he headed to the cafe to use the toilet. At last he'd confronted his anxiety and he was about to go back with two of the hottest guys he'd ever seen. However unknown to Nick his caution was justified. The friendly image the men were trying to convey was an act. They were what Nicks father would have described as scum. They had both been in prison, Pete for burglary and Phil for male rape. They inhabited the darker corners of the sado masochistic world and knew some perverted and very dangerous men. There was one guy in particular called Frank who was the leader of a secretive circle of predators who Phil particularly wanted to get to know better. So when Nick turned up at the biker cafe, and Phil recognised him from the photos he'd foolishly posted on his profile, he saw an opportunity to impress Frank and messaged him on encrypted messaging to say he was about to abduct the boy they'd all been talking about. Frank replied immediately and they'd soon arranged for Frank and some friends to come to Phil and Petes place for a "party"that evening.
Nick returned from the cafe. Unwittingly he'd fallen deeper into Phil and Pete's trap by leaving his phone with his crash helmet and gloves on the grass. Packing up his gear he slipped his phone into his backpack without noticing they'd switched it off and removed the SIM. Phil suggested that Nick should leave first because he said Phil and Pete were faster riders and he would hold them up. After giving him directions on which way to go they watched him leave the car park before they started their bikes, and only set off when they were sure no connection could be made between Nick and themselves on the carpark CCTV. Nick had gone a good distance and the sun was getting low before they caught up. Pete then took the lead, with Nick next and Phil following . By the time they got close to the guys place it was dark. Nick no longer recognised his surroundings. They were on the outskirts of a town where rows of old terrace houses mixed with larger victorian properties, occasionally giving way to industrial units. Shortly they turned into a uneven and unlit private road leading to a dilapidated walled and gated detached house. Locking all three bikes in the garage they made their way around the back and entered through the kitchen door. Pete went straight to the fridge and got some cans of Stella and handed them out. Phill lead them out of the untidy kitchen through a dark hallway into the living room.
They had a few more beers and talked, Phil and Pete sat at each side of Nick on the sofa. They kept moving closer until Phil's hand was touching Nicks left thigh and Pete was gently stroking the other one. Nick hadn't eaten much and the beers had gone to his head. He was chatting away mainly about himself and didn't notice the two had stopped talking and were watching him intently.
"I think it's time to see his body don't you Phil." Said Pete as he reached over to the zipper on Nicks leather one piece suit and eased it down revealing the twenty two year olds hairless chest.
"Very nice". Said Phil. "Now stand up and get your leathers off." Nick stood up and stripped naked in front of them, his erection growing in small jerks as his pounding heart pumped blood into his dick.
Pete fetched a sports bag from upstairs and opening it removed a gimp suit. "Try this Nick". Lubricating the inside of the black rubber suit with silicone spray, he passed it to Nick. Pete and Phil helped him expel the air from the feet and slide into it before pulling up the front zipper, it was a perfect fit.
"You look hot boy". Said Pete. "Now let's get you gloved and hooded".
Pete passed Nick a pair of tight rubber gloves and helped him into them while Phil took a rubber hood from the bag. Made of heavy gauge rubber It had a strong zip up the back and a heavy collar attached that buckled at the front. It had one hole at the mouth and pepper pot holes over the eyes and ears. Phil pulled the tight fitting rubber hood over Nicks head zipping it closed at the back and tightly bucking the collar around his neck, covering all of his skin and completing his transformation from human to rubber object. They ran their hands over Nicks rubberised body, pausing to stroke the outline of his dick and tracing the contours of his arse. Phil in particular kept cupping his biker gloved hand over Nicks mouth and restricting his breathing.
"Fuck my dicks hard". Said Pete.
"Mine too" Said Phil. "Are we good?"
" Yes mate, nothing to connect us to him, we left the cafe ten minutes after him and we've got the illegible reg plates on the bikes". Said Pete.
"What about his phone". Said Phil.
"He never noticed mate, I knew that paper clip would be useful one day. His SIM is somewhere on the A 262". Said Pete with a laugh.
"All good then mate". Said Phil. "Let's get him down to the celler".
They led Nick across the hall and down the celler stairs. The air had a pungent aroma that he couldn't quite identify, there was definitely a smell of rubber but mixed with a sweet sickly warmth that for some reason made him uneasy. The celler floor was black and dirty and the walls were covered in discolored flaking paint. Nick was guided along a passageway, his vision restricted to a kaleidoscope of images by the pepperpot eye holes in his hood. Each image was so fleeting that he couldn't quite be sure what he was seeing, doorways, flashes of light, shiny steel, rope, chains, a noose, a gallows, a sling, gas masks, rubber hoods, a bondage chair, it was all confusing. Then he was guided into one of the rooms and they were strapping him into a bondage chair. This was no leather masters play dungeon like he'd imagined, but more like a psychopaths torture chamber in a set from a horror movie. He was secured to the chair with leather straps to his wrists and ankles. He was now becoming anxious about their intentions, the hood seemed to be getting tighter around his head and he started to feel claustrophobic.
"Could you take the hood off for a few minutes please I'm feeling sick." Said Nick.
Their attitude changed immediately.
"Shut the fuck up". Said Phil and gave him a hard slap on the face. Nick said nothing, afraid that anything else would provoke a more severe reaction. He watched as Phil and Pete left the room turning off the light and leaving him alone in the darkness. He was now starting to realise the gravity of his situation and a cold wave of fear spread through his body.
Nick hadn't heard the five rubber group members arriving on their street fighter style bikes, the sound insulation in the celler was far too effective. Upstairs the guys were now drinking beer and talking. One by one they disappeared to a bedroom to change out of their bike leathers and into their rubber. Phil and Pete also got changed and soon the room was filled with hooded and masked rubber men. There were a number of differing styles ranging from a man in a heavy rubber dry suit to one in rubber western style jeans, rubber tee-shirt and biker boots. Phil was chatting to Frank. At over six feet and heavily built he looked intimidating in his heavy rubber hood, rubber coat, breeches and rubber boots. It was the first time they'd met him in person and they were trying hard to impress. Frank was asking probing questions about Nick, who he referred to as "the prey" and Phil was enjoying relating how clever they'd been in abducting him without leaving a trail of evidence. Phil started telling Frank what he'd planned for the evening but Frank stopped him.
"Listen Phil, I say what happens here this evening not you. So when I'm ready we'll go down to the celler and see what you've brought us."
Phil could have easily taken exception to the direct way Frank spoke to him but there was something about franks assertive confidence that told him not to. Frank was undoubtedly the alfa male the other tops respected and revered and Phil was beginning to feel his influence to.
Nick wondered what was happening, he was unaware of the party going on upstairs or the rubber men who were drinking and chatting. The celler was hot and Nick could feel sweat trickling down his back. He was also unable to hold on to the beer he'd drank any longer and piss started to flow into his rubber suit. The sweat and the piss and the rubber were making him horny despite his earlier fear and he wished his hands were free to stroke his dick.
Then there was a noise, someone was on the stairs, then shadows in the doorway and then the room was filling with hooded rubberised figures. Frank surveyed the scene.
"Very nice Phil, let's have some fun. Unbuckle the boys straps and drag him to the floor".
Nicks vision was assaulted by distorted images through the pepperpot eye holes again. Rubberised bodies everywhere Gas masks, hoods, masks with breathing tubes, shiny chrome carabinas supporting an assortment of items hung from the waist, a clear thick plastic bag tucked into a back patch pocket. Then he was being released and forced to kneel before them. Pete pinned his arms behind him and cuffed his wrists. Then rolling him onto his back both Frank and Phil got out their dicks and started to piss, directing the stream straight at his head. The others crowded around him and joined in, soaking him in their urine. Nick could feel the hot liquid flowing over the rubber hood and flooding into his mouth and eyes making them sting.
"This one's a nice find Phil well done, get it onto its knees". Said Frank.
The group manhandled Nick up onto his knees and stood around him, he willingly opened his mouth and drained the remaining piss from their dicks before sucking them in turn to a full erection.
"That's enough, let's put him in the sling." Said Frank. They dragged him to his feet and guided him to a sling in the center of the the ajoining room. Standing at each side of him Phil and Pete lifted him into the comfortable leather cradle before securing his wrists and ankles with chains and adjusting the tension until movement was impossible.
"Now Phil remove his rubber hood, I want to see his face." Said Frank.
Phill unzipped the hood revealing Nicks pale and slightly frightened face.
"Very nice indeed Phill."
Nick could now see more clearly, he gazed upwards. A single bare light bulb illuminating the room was directly above him, it's light reflecting off the seven shiny rubber hooded and masked men surrounding him. Their hands were all over him, touching, feeling and stroking his dick through the rubber. Frank passed Phill a plastic bag.
"Move around so your standing behind him Phil and bag him." Said Frank.
Phil hadn't expected this, he had imagined he would be the one in control at this stage, but again he found himself backing down and obeying Franks instructions. Taking the clear plastic bag he stood directly behind Nick and deftly drew it over the boys head trapping air in it as he did so. Then making an airtight seal around his neck with a strong rubber band. Most of the men were now stroking their own dicks. Frank pushed the others out of his way. Then standing between Nicks legs he zipped open the crotch of Nicks rubber suit allowing access to his dick and arse. Franks lubricated rubber gloved hand slowly started to masturbated Nicks dick while greased gloved fingers pushed into his arse. The air confined by the plastic bag was becoming warmer. Drops of condensation were dripping off the inside of the plastic onto Nicks face as the bag expanded and contracted with his breathing, returning the oxygen depleted air to his lungs and taking him on a downward spiral into anoxia and suffocation.
Multiple sensations were overwhelming his senses and seemed to be in competition for his attention. The gloved fingers had been replaced by Franks rubber sheathed dick which was slowly fucking his prostate. The hand masturbating him had increased pace. He was straining at his restraints and bucking his hips in an desperate attempt to avoid the effects of the gloved hand on his dick, but he could feel the orgasm coming and he could do nothing to stop it. The men surrounding the sling were shouting for Frank to finish him off. Franks gloved hand tightened it's grip and quickened its pace. Nicks body shuddered for a moment then wads of semen shot into the air landing and forming pools on his rubber gimp suit. Some of the men smeared their gloves in the fluid and transfered it to their lips to taste. With his balls emptied Nicks perception of his situation changed. He was now totally occupied with his uncontrollable rapid breathing and the intense pain gripping his chest. He started to struggle tearing at his restraints but he'd left it to late. A wave of nausea swept over him, he needed to rest just for a moment then he'd try again, but a grey vail was decending and he knew he was about to pass out. Frank was watching carefully. Nicks struggling eased and then stopped, and his rapid breathing slowed to normal. Frank knew he had lost consciousness.
"Take the bag off him Phil."
Phil removed the bag and rubber band sealing it. The boy started to come around almost immediately, his limbs twitching involuntarily as the colour returned to his face.
"Release his restraints." Said Frank."
"But I though we were going to...."
Frank interrupted him " Don't argue with me Phil I said release him now."
Phil didn't take orders from anyone, yet somehow he couldn't bring himself to question Frank. With the cuffs released Frank and one of the other men lifted Nick from the sling.
"Listen guys, take Nick upstairs and give him a drink. Me and Phil have have something to talk about." Said Frank.
The two of them were now alone. Frank lead Phil back to the room with the bondage chair and told him to sit in it while he made himself comfortable sitting on a large storage chest.
"So Phil I think we'll let Nick recover for a while upstairs while we chat. I wanted to thank you, the boy is really hot."
Phil relished Franks praise, undoubtedly he was becoming infatuated by his cool authority.
Frank continued. "Bagging Nick was horny wasn't it Phil, I could see you were were having fun, it's a shame I had to stop you, but you see my plans are a little different to yours. You were good though PhilI, is bagging your favourite method of bc Phil?"
Phill wondered what Frank meant by his plans being different, but answered his question.
"Yeah I love plastic bagging but I'd prefer to use a rubber medical rebreathe bladder connected to a medical respirator. In fact I was going to suggest that we used one on Nick. " Said Phil.
"Thats a coincidence Phil, I like to use rebreathe bladders myself. Though there's someone else here other than Nick I'd like to use one on. In fact I suspect you might have an idea who that is. I don't suppose you have one handy do you." Said Frank.
Phil felt felt a rush of excitement as he realised Frank was talking about him.
"Yes Frank, there is one in the chest."
Frank rummaged through the contents of the large chest and brought out a strap on respirator that covered the nose and mouth and a 2ltr rebreather bladder that connected directly onto it. Sitting back on the chest he held the two items up for Phil to see and said.
"It's funny Phil, while I was watching you bagging Nick in the sling I was thinking what I'd really like to do is suffocate you with a rebreather bag like this. What do you think Phil?"
Phil wasn't sure what to say, the events of the day had got him so excited. He wanted to tell Frank to do it so badly yet he knew he was dangerous. He was being torn between lust and self preservation.
"Ah, Cat got your tongue. Perhaps you'll give me an answer this way then." Said Frank.
Frank moved over to where Phil was sat and lifted Phils arms until they were resting on the wooden arms of the bondage chair. Phil could feel the cool leather cuffs attached to the chair arm touching his wrists. One by one Frank wrapped the leather cuffs around Phils wrists and threaded the loose ends into the buckles without buckling them up. Phil remained silent and did nothing to resist.
"So Phil, how do you like the feel of the leather cuffs around your wrists?" Said Frank. Phil didn't need to speak, Franks question was answered by the bulge in his rubber Jean's.
"I think you'd like me to buckle them up tight wouldn't you Phil."
Phil didn't reply, but looked looked up from the chair at the rubber hooded and booted figure looking down at him. Although he'd had some fantasy conversations about suffocation with him on a encrypted messenger site he'd only met him a couple of hours earlier and had never seen his face, yet he felt totally compliant. The respirator and rebreathe bag were now hanging from a carabina clip on Franks belt. Phil couldn't take his eyes of them, he desperately wanted Frank to strap him into the chair and use them on him. He knew Frank wanted the same.
"I'll ask you again Phil, do you want me to fasten the wrist cuffs?"
"Yes." Said Phil. His normally confident and assertive voice now a trembling whisper.
"Good boy"
Moving quickly Frank buckled up the straps tightly around his wrists and turned his attention to Phils ankles, securing them to the chair legs with leather straps.
"I wonder how many boys you've had in this chair Phil and I wonder what happened to them."
Frank unclipped the respirator and rebreathe bag from the carabina on his waist. Moving to stand behind the chair he continued talking. "I suspect it didn't end well for them. Did you like to watch them to the very end Phil? I wonder if you've ever wanted to know how it was for them and how it felt to suffocate at your hands." Frank was now adjusting the straps of the black rubber respirator and ensuring it was positioned correctly over Phils nose and mouth. The respirator was making a whistling sound as Phils breath rushed through its connection tube.
"OK Phil it's time. The more air there is in the bag the easier it will be for you, so if you want to help yourself take a deep breath and hold it now".
Phil nodded his head and inhaled deeply, filling his his lungs with fresh air. Frank quickly slid the rebreathing bag connector onto the respirator tube.
"Now breathe out." Said Frank.
The rubber rebreather bag responded immediately, making an exquisite rippling sound as it filled and emptied to the rhythm of Phils breathing. Frank considered getting his dick out and wanking as he watched, but this wasn't the time to leave traces of his semen in the celler.
"So Phil I want you to listen to me. I want you to take slow deep breaths and stay calm for as long as you can. Even though you consider yourself the alpha male you've craved for a man like me to do this to you haven't you? I'll be quick because I think you'll be panicking soon and I want you to understand what is going to happen. In a moment I'm going to turn off the light and leave the room closing the door behind me and leaving you to suffocate in the dark. Why am I doing this? It's simple. Whilst I quite like you, you've fulfiled your purpose by abducting the boy for me. I've been watching him online for some time and when you told me you had him I couldn't belive my luck. So he'll be coming with me when we leave. I'm sure you understand Phil that I can hardly leave you to talk about what happened here. You may also be wondering where your assistant Pete is. Well he's upstairs with the other guys sucking their dicks, but in in a few minutes he'll be willingly coming back down to the celler with the others for a roleplay hanging session on your gallows. At least he believes it's going to be roleplay. When someone eventually comes looking for you and your bodies are found I've made sure it will appear that Pete has locked you in the bongage chair and suffocated you with the rebreathe bag during a booze fueled S&M session and then out of remorse hanged himself. So Phil it's time to say goodbye, but just so you know we'll be staying in your house until dawn when a van will be arriving to collect the boy and his bike. We wouldn't want to risk riding through the streets in the early hours, it would make us far to conspicuous.
By mid morning the house was dark and silent. It would remain that way for almost a year until the electric company was granted statutory powers of entry to inspect the meter and made the gruesome discovery.
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Take it easy boy and close your eyes⊠you wonât leave this houseâŠ
hairy hostage strangled hard
BAGGING OLIVER
original story by BREATHLESSRUBBER- This is 2nd edition with modifications that I have added.Â
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Oliver had been talking to Frank on an encrypted video calling site for a number of months. The more Frank knew about Oliver, the more intrigued he became with this young man. He had first seen his profile on a fetish dating site, but they changed to the encrypted messenger at Franks suggestion when they discovered a shared interest in breath control.
Oliver was B C pray and always on the lookout for predators to do B C play on cam. He was well known amongst guys into breath control and had played online with many of them. Frank was very different from all the other guys Oliver had met. At forty, Frank was fifteen years older than Oliver. He was cool and assertive and Oliver loved the interest Frank showed in him, and he was always ready to talk about his experiences with plastic bagging and bondage. Frank, although controlling was always more reserved. Â Never judging and always encouraging Oliver to reveal his most secret fantasies. Â
Then one evening when theyâd both had a few whiskies, Frank indicated that some guys are never able to man up enough to fulfil their deepest desires. Â Oliver then disclosed that his ultimate fantasy was to be snuffed. Â Oliver went on to share how he dreamed of doing it, even thou he dreaded it. Â
He indicated, âIt fascinates me as well as scares the crap out of me.â
He often set it up to happen. Â But each time he tried it, he left himself an escape and he would chicken out at the last possible moments. Â
Frank of course already knew all this about Oliver. He had done his homework well even before his first contact with Oliver. Heâd been exchanging information about Oliver with some more serious B C players for a while. He just wanted Oliver to mention it first, which gave him an opportunity to talk about it without Oliver realizing he was being lured into a dangerous game.
Frank helped Oliver sort it all out and come to terms with his own feelings and what he truly wanted. Â Oliver was not depressed or suicidal. Â âI want to go out like a winner!â Â He stated, âI would feel like a looser if I was doing this to escape all of the shit that happens in life.â Â
He compared B C to his other interests like skydiving, base jumping, and SCUBA. Â It was a challenge where he had to overcome his fears of death. Â He had to challenge himself to live life to the fullest. Â He had a life full of similar risks and he loved to live off the moments of the adrenaline rushes. Â He had a full life that he was immensely enjoying. Â Others who knew him admired him for the balls he seemed to have. Â
Then one day Frank was surprised by Oliverâs confession, âIt really freaked me out the very first time that I was ever bagged by someone. A friend in college tied me up and bagged me.  Right after the bag was on, I soiled myself and pissed my pants because I was so scared. Yet it was so exhilarating and from then on, I was hooked on bagging. Once I tasted it, I couldnât get enough of it!â Â
Oliver went on to share how all of the other times he bagged, were not as exciting as the first time. Â âEach time I have done it, I have retained control to assure my survival. Â I need to find someone I trust in order to relinquish the control.â Â
Frank was now even more impressed with Oliver. This was the boy he was really looking for. Realizing Oliver had not come to terms with his own end, Frank asked him what his beliefs were regarding an after-life.  Oliver expressed what his beliefs were but also indicated, âI wonât know for certain until I get there!â
Oliverâs B C fantasy was an obsession that he could not let go of. Frank encouraged Oliver to write about all of his feeling. Â âI fought it long enough.â Â Oliver shared, âBut I finally had to surrender to it. Â Sometime, on the right day at the right time, itâs going to happen sooner or later. It is my dream! Â It is my destiny! Â In the meantime, I will just take each day as it comes enjoy whatever time I may have left to the fullest extent possible.â Â
Oliver found Frank to be a huge turn on. Oliver often fantasied about Frank topping him. Â Frank was rough, controlling and looked amazing in his camouflage gear and rubber hood. Frank knew Oliverâs feelings about him and tended to strut his stuff. However, the attraction went both ways.
Frank had a deep admiration for Oliver as well as some very dark fantasies about young twinks in rubber. Oliver fit the bill perfectly. Â Frank had already made up his mind what he was going to do with him. But now, he hesitated. He had grown fond of Oliver. Â Frank realized this was going to be tougher than he had expected. Â He would have to âman upâ for Oliverâs sake and carry out his plan for him.
âWhile I find older men attractive, I just cannot see myself becoming one of them.â Â Oliver shared, âThe thought of dying as an ole man, or worse yet catching some stupid bug like covid, just does not set well for me. Compared to them, being snuffed while I am still in my prime, is a much better option for me.â
Finally, Frank decided Oliver was the right boy for this. Â Oliver was ready now and it was time for Frank to make his move. He asked Oliver if he was interested in an online suffocation game. Naturally Frank already knew what Oliverâs answer would be.
âThought you would never ask!â Oliver excitedly indicated.
Frank had been planning this for months. He had already told Oliver to buy some new restraints and a roll of duct tape. He now asked for Oliverâs postal address. Oliver was nervous at first about giving his address but Frank was very persuasive saying he wanted to send him something special that he would like very much.
They set a date for the following Saturday at 11pm. About two days later a brown padded Jiffy envelope arrived in the post. Inside there were two large thick clear plastic bags and a small brown bottle with about 25ml of liquid inside. Oliver thought it might be poppers but when he removed the top the liquid was slightly oily and had no smell at all. It was accompanied by a printed note telling him not to touch it and to have it with him on Saturday. Â
Oliver was so excited he couldnât think of anything else. The rest of the week had dragged by. Â He kept a sky diving date he already had for Saturday morning, in an effort to distract himself. Â Finally, Saturday evening arrived. Oliver glanced at his watch. Â It was only 8pm. Â He was so excited that he could not hold off anymore. Frank had told him to put on his black rubber suit, rubber gloves and rubber hood and be ready by 11pm.
Oliver poured a large whisky and started getting ready. Â Suiting up in rubber was always a big turn on for Oliver. Â First, he stripped down naked. Â Then he slipped a rubber sheath over his cock and balls. Â He proudly looked at it in a mirror. Â
Next, he focused on the fingered socks that would go onto his feet. Â Carefully making sure each toe went into the proper location.
He eased his first leg into the already well lubed rubber suit. The feel of the lubricated rubber was amazing and he felt a drop of pre cum emerged from his dick juicing up his sheath.
The second leg followed soon after. Â He wiggled his fingers and pulled on the glove until each finger fit snug into the tips of the glove. Â The suit was now snuggly wrapped about his body. Â He closed the zipper up to his neck. Â He slid his head into the hood and ran his gloved hands over the shiny tight-fitting rubber. Â He finished off his first drink and poured another. Â
It was almost ten minutes to eleven before Oliver sat down at his desk and logged on while sipping on his drink. Frank was not online yet so Oliver poured himself another whisky and wondered what Frank had planned for him.
The thought of being manipulated into suffocating on cam was incredibly exciting. He had played this game several times before with others. Â He stroked his dick through the rubber suit. Then his thoughts were interrupted by an incoming video call. It was Frank. Oliverâs hands were shaking as he touched the keyboard to accepted the call.
âGood evening, Oliver! Youâre looking very sexy tonight in your hot rubber outfit.â Frank seemed confident and relaxed, unlike Oliver who was nervously shaking with excitement and a little trepidation. Fear about what could happen as well as fear that he would not man up enough to pull this off. Â Fear that he once again would chicken out of this. Worst of all, fear that he would let Frank down. Â
âThank you.â Said Oliver.
âAre you ready to play?â Frank asked.
âYesâ said Oliver. âAt least I think so!â
â Yes WHAT? I want you to call me SIR from now on when you speak. Do you understand?â Frank had never spoken to Oliver in such a dominant Manor. Frank understood that he needed to guide Oliver away from his misgivings without being too obvious about it.
âYes, Sir I understandâ Oliver replied.
Frank continued, âAlso boy tonight you must do everything I say without question. Do you understand that?â
Oliverâs dick began to responded to Franks aggressive tone. âYes Sir.â He spoke rather timidly.
âNow show me the items I told you to buy.â Said Frank. Oliver took the ankle cuffs, handcuffs, and roll of duct tape heâd bought out from the desk draw he stored them in.
âGood boy, now do you have the small bottle I sent you?â Frank asked.
âYes, Sir but excuse me Sir could you tell me whatâs in the bottle please.â Â Oliver pleaded. Â As he took the bottle and two bags out of the same drawer. Â
âDidnât I tell you no questions boy.â Said Frank. âNow pick up the bottle and unscrew the cap. Then, so that I can see, I want you to measure a cap full of the liquid and pour it into your whisky glass. Then top up the glass with water and drink it.â
Oliver continued to protest about the contents of the bottle as he poured the measured amount into his glass of whiskey.
âIâve already told you boy, do not question me and do exactly what I tell you. You are spoiling this game Oliver and letting me down. Youâre just being silly and making me wish I hadnât wasted my time with you. Do you really think Iâd hurt you? I have planned everything so youâll be safe and have a good time while living out your fantasy and now youâre spoiling everything. The drink isnât going to hurt you. Now are you going to man up and drink it or wimp out on me?â Frank knew Oliver needed a firm mentor to get where they both really wanted to go with this. Â
Oliver felt embarrassed and humiliated at being spoken to like that. He did not want to let Frank down. Â He looked at the glass, the liquid was slightly discolored from the amount of whisky that had been left in the glass. He lifted it to his lips. He was reluctant, yet the urge to please Frank outweighed all his concerns. He hesitated for a moment and then chugged down all of the contents of his glass.
âGood boy.â Said Frank. â Iâve just got something to do boy, Iâll be back soon.â
Oliver had no time to say anything before Franks image disappeared from the screen. He was surprised at Franks sudden disappearance, it seemed strange and he wondered what he was up to. Oliver began to sweat inside his rubber suit. Â
Fifteen minutes or so had passed since Frank closed the link. Oliver was nervous and worried that he may have let Frank down. Â He realized he had to trust Frank more and relinquish all control. Â Soon Oliver relaxed in his comfortable chair and ran his hands over his rubber hooded head, slowly moving them over his body until he reached his dick. Â He began to rub the rubber with a firm grip.
He couldnât remember ever feeling as horny during his prior B C sessions. Â His earlier anxiety had all passed by now. He had a strange feeling of excitement and anticipation heâd never experienced before. It was only then that he made the connection between the emotions he was experiencing and the liquid in the bottle. He knew enough about drugs to guess that the liquid he had just swallowed was probably GHB.
Then Frank was back. Oliver clicked on the video call icon. This time the camera position had changed. Frank was in his camouflage pants but had no tee shirt, revealing a hairy muscular chest, and now Oliver was able to see Franks thighs and crotch. Oliver was turned on even more by seeing Frank.
âHow are you feeling boy, are you ready to play now?â Frank asked knowing that he had allowed enough time for the GHB to be fully effective. Â
âSIR! YES SIR!â Oliver excitedly proclaimed, giving a thumbs up. Â Feeling much more confident and at ease with what was about to take place.
âGood, but first I have a surprise for you.â Frank leaned forward to his keyboard and touched a key. Immediately four thumbnails appeared on the bottom of Oliverâs screen. In each was a guy in some kind of hood or face covering. One was wearing black bike leathers, leather gloves and a leather executioner hood. Another was in army camouflage pants and a leather jacket and wearing a ski mask. The other two seemed to be in the same room as each other but with different cameras on them. They were both wearing heavy rubber gear with rubber hoods. Oliver could see that they were all aroused and were stroking their dicks as they watched him. Somehow, they all seemed vaguely familiar to Oliver.
âSo, boy you have an audience, I hope youâre going to give them a good show this time. Now I want you to cuff both ankles to the base of your chair then set your cam so I can see both of your feet.â Frank stated.
Oliver set the cam so it gave a full body side view to his audience. He then closed the ankle cuffs as tight as he could and locked them around the base of his chair.
 "Now boy the men watching you have all played with you on cam before though you probably donât remember, but you used your trick handcuffs.  Show them your new cuffs!â
Oliver proudly held up the new cuffs that he purchased at Frankâs directions and proudly showed them to his audience. Â
âThey wanted you to suffocate for them but you tricked them. So, like me they all want to watch you suffocate tonight. You wonât disappoint any of us tonight, will you boy?â Frank asked.
Oliver was almost too excited to speak and whispered. âNo Sir.â
âGood boy. Now put a handcuff around your right wrist leaving the other end of it free and hold your hands up for me to see.â Frank instructed.
 Oliver held up his right wrist in front of the camera, with his new handcuff tightly fastened around it and the other end open and dangling ready to be locked to his left wrist behind his back around the chair.
âNow peel off two lengths of tape from the roll, each about a meter long and neatly lay them on the desk in front of you.â Said Frank.
Oliver obeyed without speaking. Â This part was familiar to Oliver. Â He had been this far before. Â He even had tabs on the tape so he could easily access it with gloved hands.
âGood boy, now take both plastic bags and puff some air into them, then pull the first one over your head and seal it around your neck with a length of the tape.â Â Frank commanded.
Oliver confidently complied.
Frank watched as Oliver tightened the tape around his neck making a perfect airtight seal. Â It was obvious to all watching that Oliver had prior experience at this.
Frank continued, âNow Oliver, take the second bag and tape it around your neck over the top of the first one.â
Oliver positioned the second bag carefully and expertly taped it in position.
Frank was now deeply aroused and was wanking as he watched Oliver finish off the tape and smoothed it down neatly. Oliver was now rebreathing air trapped inside the bags. His heart was pounding with excitement as he eagerly waited for Frankâs next command.
"Now Oliver, I want you to take the open end of the handcuffs and lock them to your other wrist around the chair.â Frank instructed.
Oliver hesitated for a moment, he was too busy stroking his own dick through his rubber suit, he felt so horny. Heâd fantasized about this moment all his life but never dared to take it any further than this point.
Normally at this point in cam play he would have shot his load and ended the call leaving the other guy with a blank screen. But this time was different. The GHB he had taken had changed his perception of risk, as Frank knew it would.
Also, Oliver just wanted to let Frank push him a little further and prolong this moment as much as possible. He was seconds from shooting his load. Frank realized he was about to cum and had to stop him. If he let him ejaculated before he cuffed his wrists to the chair the game would be over and Frank knew it. Frank now shouted as loud as he could.
âDO IT NOW!â Frank barked, âDonât let me down boy lock those handcuffs on NOW!â Â
Oliver stopped working his dick and looked at his screen. All the men were shouting for him to lock the handcuffs around the chair.
âListen to them boy, they want you, do it for us now. MAN UP! Donât chicken out on us this time!â Frank encouraged.
âOLIVER, this is entirely your choice to make! If you really want this, ya gotta DO IT NOW!â Frank stated with confidence in what Oliverâs choice would be, âNo one can do it for you!â
âFuck yes!â Oliver whispered loud enough to be heard over the mic. Â
He knew his fate would eventually lead him to this point.  This was his destiny and today was the day! Not fully realizing the consequences of his choice due to the GHB, Oliver released his firm grip on his dick.  He put both arms behind the chair and with a loud âCLICKâ the remaining cuff was secured to his left arm. Â
âI DID IT!â Oliver proudly shouted with heartfelt joy. Â Proud that he manned up enough to finally live out his greatest fantasy. Â His dream was coming to fruition. He finally fully accepted his fate.
Simultaneously he arched his back as his dick erupted in the strongest orgasm of his entire lifetime, shooting wad after wad of cum filling his rubber sheath. Â Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath to savor this moment. He was now the man he had always dreamt of being. Life had never felt better than it did right now. Â He was at peace with himself and savored this moment as long as possible.
Heâd been breathing the air sealed in the bag for over a minute now. He was beginning to feel light headed and was finding breathing increasingly difficult. Â
"Have you cum yet boy?â Frank asked.
âYes Sir.â Â Oliver proudly reported with a slight breathlessness in his voice.
âPerfect! Thatâs my MAN! Now just relax boy and enjoy the rest of this ride. Â You have earned it. You know itâs what youâve always wanted.â Frank asked, âIsnât it?â
âYes Sir!â Oliver replied with much pride as he sat back in his chair wanting to savor the moment that Frank called him a man for the first time.  Savoring the feelings of accomplishment. Knowing what he had done was right for himself. Aware that his fantasy was coming to fruition. Â
But increasingly aware of his breathlessness.  As his breathing became more difficult, he started to become distressed. He now started to have regrets about what he was doing.  In spite of his best effort to relax, his primitive instincts for survival were now kicking in. Â
Condensation had formed on the inside of the plastic bag making it impossible to see the men watching him, but he could hear them jeering and telling him to suffocate. His breathing was becoming very rapid and his chest was gripped by agonizing pain.
Suddenly a wave of panic hit him and he started to struggle against the cuffs. He could feel them cutting into his skin as he thrashed about wildly trying to free himself and rip the bags off. Â As his panic increased the struggle became more violent. But it was too late now. Like the bags over his head, his fate was now tightly sealed. Â
He now realized he had no control over this situation. Â He was no longer able to help himself. Â He started shouting, screaming and pleading for help. Â But there was no one to hear except the five men watching from afar, for whom his panic only served to intensify their sadistic enjoyment and bring them closer to their own orgasm.
Soon he realized the struggle was futile! Â He realized his fate had been permanently sealed with the click of the cuffs. He felt satisfaction that he was finally going to achieve his destiny. âI finally did this!â He shared his thoughts. Â
A sickening and debilitating sensation started in the pit of his stomach and he could feel his strength draining away. He gave up struggling for a moment and attempted to catch his breath, but it was unless. All his strength had gone and he was slowly fading away.
He knew he was about to blackout. His final moments were now. He relaxed and laid back in the chair and with his last ounce of strength expressed his gratitude, âThanks Frank! I could not have gotten here without you!â Â
His eyes closed as he no longer had the strength to hold up his eye lids. He could no longer hold up his head as his chin dropped to his chest. Oliver felt the contents of his bowel filling the crack of his ass while his warm piss was running down inside the legs of his rubber suit. Â The camera was set in a way that allowed the audience to see his urine dripping to the floor from the cut in his rubber suit that he created earlier during his struggle with the restraints. This was as good as he dreamed it would be. Â It felt just as good as the very first time he was bagged by a college buddy.
The room became silent apart from the sound of Oliver continuing to breath into the plastic bags. The men watching had also become silent as they concentrated on their screens and masturbated to Oliverâs final moments. Then one by one the thumbnails disappeared from his screen.
Finally, Frank with deep appreciation for him, spoke the last words that Oliver would hear, âVery Nice boyâŠ. Very, very Nice! You overcame your greatest fears.  You manned up enough to fulfil your destiny. Go in peace now!â
Oliver then welcomed the darkness as the deep sleep descended over him.
Frank ended the call. Minutes later he deleted his current account.Â
Within a week, Frank opened a new account and began his search for another person in need of a good mentor.
Oliverâs camera continued to record the scene until someone arrived and turned it off.
What an amazing story by two great guys! Imagine how hot this would be.