BAGGING OLIVER
original story by BREATHLESSRUBBER- This is 2nd edition with modifications that I have added.
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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. Never judging and always encouraging Oliver to reveal his most secret fantasies.
Then one evening when they’d both had a few whiskies, Frank indicated that some guys are never able to man up enough to fulfil their deepest desires. Oliver then disclosed that his ultimate fantasy was to be snuffed. Oliver went on to share how he dreamed of doing it, even thou he dreaded it.
He indicated, “It fascinates me as well as scares the crap out of me.”
He often set it up to happen. But each time he tried it, he left himself an escape and he would chicken out at the last possible moments.
Frank of course already knew all this about Oliver. He had done his homework well even before his first contact with Oliver. He’d 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. Oliver was not depressed or suicidal. “I want to go out like a winner!” He stated, “I would feel like a looser if I was doing this to escape all of the shit that happens in life.”
He compared B C to his other interests like skydiving, base jumping, and SCUBA. It was a challenge where he had to overcome his fears of death. He had to challenge himself to live life to the fullest. He had a life full of similar risks and he loved to live off the moments of the adrenaline rushes. He had a full life that he was immensely enjoying. Others who knew him admired him for the balls he seemed to have.
Then one day Frank was surprised by Oliver’s confession, “It 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 couldn’t get enough of it!”
Oliver went on to share how all of the other times he bagged, were not as exciting as the first time. “Each time I have done it, I have retained control to assure my survival. I need to find someone I trust in order to relinquish the control.”
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, “I won’t know for certain until I get there!”
Oliver’s B C fantasy was an obsession that he could not let go of. Frank encouraged Oliver to write about all of his feeling. “I fought it long enough.” Oliver shared, “But I finally had to surrender to it. Sometime, on the right day at the right time, it’s going to happen sooner or later. It is my dream! It is my destiny! In the meantime, I will just take each day as it comes enjoy whatever time I may have left to the fullest extent possible.”
Oliver found Frank to be a huge turn on. Oliver often fantasied about Frank topping him. Frank was rough, controlling and looked amazing in his camouflage gear and rubber hood. Frank knew Oliver’s 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. 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. Frank realized this was going to be tougher than he had expected. He would have to ‘man up’ for Oliver’s sake and carry out his plan for him.
“While I find older men attractive, I just cannot see myself becoming one of them.” Oliver shared, “The 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.”
Finally, Frank decided Oliver was the right boy for this. 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 Oliver’s answer would be.
“Thought you would never ask!” 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 Oliver’s 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.
Oliver was so excited he couldn’t think of anything else. The rest of the week had dragged by. He kept a sky diving date he already had for Saturday morning, in an effort to distract himself. Finally, Saturday evening arrived. Oliver glanced at his watch. It was only 8pm. 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. Suiting up in rubber was always a big turn on for Oliver. First, he stripped down naked. Then he slipped a rubber sheath over his cock and balls. He proudly looked at it in a mirror.
Next, he focused on the fingered socks that would go onto his feet. 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. He wiggled his fingers and pulled on the glove until each finger fit snug into the tips of the glove. The suit was now snuggly wrapped about his body. He closed the zipper up to his neck. He slid his head into the hood and ran his gloved hands over the shiny tight-fitting rubber. He finished off his first drink and poured another.
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. He stroked his dick through the rubber suit. Then his thoughts were interrupted by an incoming video call. It was Frank. Oliver’s hands were shaking as he touched the keyboard to accepted the call.
“Good evening, Oliver! You’re looking very sexy tonight in your hot rubber outfit.” 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. Fear that he once again would chicken out of this. Worst of all, fear that he would let Frank down.
“Thank you.” Said Oliver.
“Are you ready to play?” Frank asked.
“Yes” said Oliver. “At least I think so!”
“ Yes WHAT? I want you to call me SIR from now on when you speak. Do you understand?” 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.
“Yes, Sir I understand” Oliver replied.
Frank continued, “Also boy tonight you must do everything I say without question. Do you understand that?”
Oliver’s dick began to responded to Franks aggressive tone. “Yes Sir.” He spoke rather timidly.
“Now show me the items I told you to buy.” Said Frank. Oliver took the ankle cuffs, handcuffs, and roll of duct tape he’d bought out from the desk draw he stored them in.
“Good boy, now do you have the small bottle I sent you?” Frank asked.
“Yes, Sir but excuse me Sir could you tell me what’s in the bottle please.” Oliver pleaded. As he took the bottle and two bags out of the same drawer.
“Didn’t I tell you no questions boy.” Said Frank. “Now 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.”
Oliver continued to protest about the contents of the bottle as he poured the measured amount into his glass of whiskey.
“I’ve 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. You’re just being silly and making me wish I hadn’t wasted my time with you. Do you really think I’d hurt you? I have planned everything so you’ll be safe and have a good time while living out your fantasy and now you’re spoiling everything. The drink isn’t going to hurt you. Now are you going to man up and drink it or wimp out on me?” Frank knew Oliver needed a firm mentor to get where they both really wanted to go with this.
Oliver felt embarrassed and humiliated at being spoken to like that. He did not want to let Frank down. 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.
“Good boy.” Said Frank. “ I’ve just got something to do boy, I’ll be back soon.”
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.
Fifteen minutes or so had passed since Frank closed the link. Oliver was nervous and worried that he may have let Frank down. He realized he had to trust Frank more and relinquish all control. 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. He began to rub the rubber with a firm grip.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling as horny during his prior B C sessions. His earlier anxiety had all passed by now. He had a strange feeling of excitement and anticipation he’d 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.
“How are you feeling boy, are you ready to play now?” Frank asked knowing that he had allowed enough time for the GHB to be fully effective.
“SIR! YES SIR!” Oliver excitedly proclaimed, giving a thumbs up. Feeling much more confident and at ease with what was about to take place.
“Good, but first I have a surprise for you.” Frank leaned forward to his keyboard and touched a key. Immediately four thumbnails appeared on the bottom of Oliver’s 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.
“So, boy you have an audience, I hope you’re 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.” 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 don’t remember, but you used your trick handcuffs. Show them your new cuffs!”
Oliver proudly held up the new cuffs that he purchased at Frank’s directions and proudly showed them to his audience.
“They wanted you to suffocate for them but you tricked them. So, like me they all want to watch you suffocate tonight. You won’t disappoint any of us tonight, will you boy?” Frank asked.
Oliver was almost too excited to speak and whispered. “No Sir.”
“Good 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.” 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.
“Now 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.” Said Frank.
Oliver obeyed without speaking. This part was familiar to Oliver. He had been this far before. He even had tabs on the tape so he could easily access it with gloved hands.
“Good 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.” Frank commanded.
Oliver confidently complied.
Frank watched as Oliver tightened the tape around his neck making a perfect airtight seal. It was obvious to all watching that Oliver had prior experience at this.
Frank continued, “Now Oliver, take the second bag and tape it around your neck over the top of the first one.”
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 Frank’s 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.” Frank instructed.
Oliver hesitated for a moment, he was too busy stroking his own dick through his rubber suit, he felt so horny. He’d 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.
“DO IT NOW!” Frank barked, “Don’t let me down boy lock those handcuffs on NOW!”
Oliver stopped working his dick and looked at his screen. All the men were shouting for him to lock the handcuffs around the chair.
“Listen to them boy, they want you, do it for us now. MAN UP! Don’t chicken out on us this time!” Frank encouraged.
“OLIVER, this is entirely your choice to make! If you really want this, ya gotta DO IT NOW!” Frank stated with confidence in what Oliver’s choice would be, “No one can do it for you!”
“Fuck yes!” Oliver whispered loud enough to be heard over the mic.
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 ‘CLICK’ the remaining cuff was secured to his left arm.
“I DID IT!” Oliver proudly shouted with heartfelt joy. Proud that he manned up enough to finally live out his greatest fantasy. 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. 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. He was at peace with himself and savored this moment as long as possible.
He’d 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.
"Have you cum yet boy?” Frank asked.
“Yes Sir.” Oliver proudly reported with a slight breathlessness in his voice.
“Perfect! That’s my MAN! Now just relax boy and enjoy the rest of this ride. You have earned it. You know it’s what you’ve always wanted.” Frank asked, “Isn’t it?”
“Yes Sir!” 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.
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.
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. 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.
He now realized he had no control over this situation. He was no longer able to help himself. He started shouting, screaming and pleading for help. 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! 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. “I finally did this!” He shared his thoughts.
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, “Thanks Frank! I could not have gotten here without you!”
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. 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. 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 Oliver’s 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, “Very Nice boy…. Very, very Nice! You overcame your greatest fears. You manned up enough to fulfil your destiny. Go in peace now!”
Oliver then welcomed the darkness as the deep sleep descended over him.
Frank ended the call. Minutes later he deleted his current account.
Within a week, Frank opened a new account and began his search for another person in need of a good mentor.
Oliver’s 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.
