MASTER
GEOFF
Part 2
Realising that I was very close to cummin,
Master left me alone to contemplate my position. You’ll no doubt remember that
I was tied very securely to the chair and unable to move a muscle. I was also
adequately gagged and able only to make noises in my throat, which were heavily
muted by the double layer of the leather hood that covered my head. To cut it
short I was completely at the mercy of my tormentor. Why then was my cock still
so stiff and slowly leaking pre-cum? I hadn’t yet even seen Geoff, who I had
met over the Internet. This was my first foray into bondage and I think I was
enjoying it immensely. I have no idea how long I sat there unable to move.
After a time my cock stopped twitching and softened as much as its bindings
would allow. I listened very hard, trying to catch a sound that would tell me
what was happening around me. But strain as I might I couldn’t hear a thing.
Suddenly I felt a hand touching my cock and I physically leapt as much as I
could. It was such a surprise. Instantly my cock regained its original rigidity
and it exploded with a rush of hot cum that seemed to spray feet away but of
course I couldn’t confirm that. I was completely sated and relaxed and I was
ready to be released from my bonds. I felt some of the bonds being released and
relaxed even further but unfortunately it was just my position that was being
changed, I wasn’t being released. Once my arms were loosened from the chair he
wrapped several loops of rope around both my arms and my chest, pinning my arms
to my body. He could then safely undo the remainder of the restraining ropes,
sure that I couldn’t make a bolt. He had me standing before him as he undid my
cock and ball bindings. It felt good to be standing there able to stretch my
cramped muscles and feel my cock and balls tingle as the blood rushed around
them. But this freedom was not to last for long. He then proceeded to start
tying something that felt cold around my cock and balls. He tied this very
tightly, I later realised that the cold item was in fact a cock ring and was
used for the next bondage position. He finished off the genital bondage with a
heavy Jewels Bag. Next he placed restraints around my biceps which he fastened
together with a clip thereby forcing the tops of my arms painfully together. He
then released the rope around my arms and chest before placing each of my hands
into leather mitts, which were tightly strapped, into position. My hands were
now kept rolled into balls and out of mischief. Kneel down he commanded which I
did with difficulty in my blinded condition. Right now lie down. Again it was
very hard to do and he gave me little help. But once lying down on my stomach
he set about attaching leather ankle restraint tightly in place. I was slowly
becoming heavier and heavier with the weight of all the restraints. His next
action was to run a doubled coil of rope through the cock ring attached to my
balls and then pass the ends of that rope through the doubled part. This was
then pulled tight so that it was firmly affixed to the ring. Then separating
the rope he passed each length through each of the D rings on the ankle
restraints. He then started to apply pressure on the rope, which caused my feet
to be drawn up towards my buttocks. Next the rope was treaded through the clip
that connected my biceps restraints. From here the rope ran up to my head and
was passed through the D rings on the hood and then back down and through the D
rings on my hand mitts. It then ran vertically up to a ceiling fixing where it
was tied off ensuring that the pressure remained on the rope. The whole
structure of rope had the effect similar to a standard hog-tie except that I
could vary where the pressure on my body would be felt. If I tried to
straighten my legs then my head, neck and upper body were under severe
pressure. On the other side if I tried to take the pressure off my upper body
then the pressure was transferred to my genital area. I wriggled around for
some time until I could find a reasonably comfortable position. I froze when I
suddenly smelt something burning, the primeval instinct of survival cut in and
I nearly tore my balls from my body as I thrashed around. Steady came his
comforting voice. I calmed a little and then felt something very hot strike my
back. I quickly realised that he was dropping hot candle wax onto me. Of course
I had no idea where the next drop would land. So he had me wriggling around
frantically with the consequent strain placed on my balls. At last he stopped
and I felt something that was as cold as the wax had been hot. I then felt his
finger at me sphincter and he was spreading the lube he had just dropped onto
it and no sooner had he done that than he was pressing in with a butt plug. I
didn’t identify it as a butt plug straight away of course but as more of it
made its way in and stretched my arse, I realised just what it was. My arse up
until this time had never been violated and therefore I tried desperately to
stop the invader. But I was fighting a loosing battle, try as I might the
rubber plug kept inexorably moving in. Inevitably I felt my tired arse muscle
admit the widest part of the plug then slide shut to grip the flange. I felt so
full but it was a feeling that was quite short lived as the strains of my
bondage once again took over. I tried very hard to expel the plug that filled
my arse but with no success. The bowed position of my body didn’t exactly help
the situation either. I knew I had to relax myself if I wanted to survive this
ordeal, it wasn’t as if the idea of what was happening to me wasn’t exciting
and I noted that my cock had boned up again and was trapped rather painfully
beneath my body. I began to rock slowly and gained a very pleasurable feeling
for a while until Master realised what I was doing and decided to stop it. He
pulled me up onto one side so that my cock and balls were available to him,
then he fitted a cock harness to my cock that covered the entire length. I soon
discovered that this sheath was fitted my tiny sharp pins that bit into my
swollen cock painfully. It made rubbing my cock onto anything at all was out of
the question. After allowing my helpless body to roll back onto my stomach he
again left me to my own devices. I was certainly more careful now about what
movements I made because I hurt everywhere.
I wondered how much longer my torment must go
on? Surely he would release me soon?
To
be continued!