An unusual addiction
of
I B Donaldson
genre
bondage
Long story short - childhood abuse has made me an addict of intense, extreme total-enclosure rubber bondage, coupled with extreme orgasm denial and cock-and-ball torture. along with breath-play and erotic asphyxia. Great, huh? Try that lot on some girl who thought you are good-looking enough to take a chance on, only to find she had a forgotten appointment on the other side of town...discovered that old women were interested, and gay males likewise, especially the older ones. Very quickly I met with some of both, and discovered that I might actually get what I needed so badly...at eighteen I had my first real experience, with the apartment super, whose unit was right next door to mine.
He was an overweight slob, unshaven, lank haired, and loud and full of four-letter words, but he leered at me, and strangely whispered occasionally "Gonna let me tie you up, and wank you to absolute insanity?" I was always embarrassed, but dwelt on the offer, endlessly, finally one Friday night as he made the offer again, I said "Think you could? I'm not so sure...maybe you're all talk..." He grabbed me by the throat, and whispered in my ear "Try me! I can fuckin. fix YOU, buddy!" I was horny, no dates that night, so I said trying to act cool 'okay hotshot - show me what you got!" He bundled me into my apartment, and locked the door, then said "Fetch your fucking stuff! Now, Mister!" wondering how he knew about my 'stuff' I obeyed, and soon it was all emptied out on the floor for his close attention. He prodded it apart with his foot, then saw the old ex-army Vietnam era olive-drab body-bag I'd picked up at a dusty Military Surplus store, and said "Strip! Now, mister!" As he unrolled the rubberized canvas bag, and slid the zipper all the way open. He made me step into it, naked, and quickly zipped it all the way up my back, to behind my head, then tied cord tightly round my neck, leaving the fine nylon zipper and the two tiny airholes I'd added to the bag, right in place over my mouth and nose. Then he wound more cord round my waist, trapping my arms above it, in a comfortable folded position. He pushed me over onto the bed, on my back, and lifted the lower half up too.
:There, shit-for-brains - you can wait for me just like that, while I watch the big game, and get lit!" For ages I heard the broadcast faintly, in the living room, as I got accustomed to REALLY being unable to escape the bag, for the first time! It was exciting, but scary, in equal amounts, and I knew I was utterly at the mercy of this slob, who seemed really quite awful, now....I wished I hadn't been so dumb, but it was too late for that, now!
Eventually he returned saying his team lost, and that put him in a REAL pissy mood, and promised really awful times for me, dumb as I was to let him do this to me! Then he clambered up onto the bed, knelt on either side of my rubber-sheathed head, slid the fine airtight zipper open, and instantly rammed his hot hard flesh into my mouth, to my shock. Utterly helpless, I surrendered to the indignity and humiliation, deciding that the quicker I could make him come, the sooner this would be over. So naive!
At some stage, he opened the other zipper at my groin, and my swollen testicles and nine inch erection burst out into the open, for him to trap with tightening the zipper around my roots. Then the wanking began, and went on, and on, and on until I was going out of my mind with need, and unable to make an intelligible sound with his hot hard flesh filling my mouth,to absolute capacity! I had never experienced anything like this, even in my wildest fantasies, and as the hours dragged delightfully past, I knew I would do ANYTHING for this to become a permanent feature of my life! After he eventually hit the back of my throat, triggering the swallow reflex, and slowly withdrew, he sealed me back into silence, still horribly aroused and desperate. and left.
I spent an endless night like that, unable to pleasure myself, my mouth tasting of his slime, fully aware that the bastard OWNED me now, and uncertain which of the competing emotions would win out!
He was an overweight slob, unshaven, lank haired, and loud and full of four-letter words, but he leered at me, and strangely whispered occasionally "Gonna let me tie you up, and wank you to absolute insanity?" I was always embarrassed, but dwelt on the offer, endlessly, finally one Friday night as he made the offer again, I said "Think you could? I'm not so sure...maybe you're all talk..." He grabbed me by the throat, and whispered in my ear "Try me! I can fuckin. fix YOU, buddy!" I was horny, no dates that night, so I said trying to act cool 'okay hotshot - show me what you got!" He bundled me into my apartment, and locked the door, then said "Fetch your fucking stuff! Now, Mister!" wondering how he knew about my 'stuff' I obeyed, and soon it was all emptied out on the floor for his close attention. He prodded it apart with his foot, then saw the old ex-army Vietnam era olive-drab body-bag I'd picked up at a dusty Military Surplus store, and said "Strip! Now, mister!" As he unrolled the rubberized canvas bag, and slid the zipper all the way open. He made me step into it, naked, and quickly zipped it all the way up my back, to behind my head, then tied cord tightly round my neck, leaving the fine nylon zipper and the two tiny airholes I'd added to the bag, right in place over my mouth and nose. Then he wound more cord round my waist, trapping my arms above it, in a comfortable folded position. He pushed me over onto the bed, on my back, and lifted the lower half up too.
:There, shit-for-brains - you can wait for me just like that, while I watch the big game, and get lit!" For ages I heard the broadcast faintly, in the living room, as I got accustomed to REALLY being unable to escape the bag, for the first time! It was exciting, but scary, in equal amounts, and I knew I was utterly at the mercy of this slob, who seemed really quite awful, now....I wished I hadn't been so dumb, but it was too late for that, now!
Eventually he returned saying his team lost, and that put him in a REAL pissy mood, and promised really awful times for me, dumb as I was to let him do this to me! Then he clambered up onto the bed, knelt on either side of my rubber-sheathed head, slid the fine airtight zipper open, and instantly rammed his hot hard flesh into my mouth, to my shock. Utterly helpless, I surrendered to the indignity and humiliation, deciding that the quicker I could make him come, the sooner this would be over. So naive!
At some stage, he opened the other zipper at my groin, and my swollen testicles and nine inch erection burst out into the open, for him to trap with tightening the zipper around my roots. Then the wanking began, and went on, and on, and on until I was going out of my mind with need, and unable to make an intelligible sound with his hot hard flesh filling my mouth,to absolute capacity! I had never experienced anything like this, even in my wildest fantasies, and as the hours dragged delightfully past, I knew I would do ANYTHING for this to become a permanent feature of my life! After he eventually hit the back of my throat, triggering the swallow reflex, and slowly withdrew, he sealed me back into silence, still horribly aroused and desperate. and left.
I spent an endless night like that, unable to pleasure myself, my mouth tasting of his slime, fully aware that the bastard OWNED me now, and uncertain which of the competing emotions would win out!
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