Double Bind

Chapter 6

"Well, well." The man had silently walked in behind Scott. He switched off the monitor, which had been showing Lauren's sweat-soaked, heaving body as she worked to disentangle herself from her predicament. She had first removed the alligator clamps from her nipples, screaming wildly into the gag as blood surged back in. She was glad that she still had the rubber penis to bite down on, doing her best to mitigate the pain by rubbing her nipples with her newly-freed hands. She had then undone the straps connecting her ankles to the floor and the ones holding the spreader bar between her thighs, moaning in relief as she was able to sit down at last and bring her legs together. She continued by unstrapping the gag, and was soon left only with the locked girdle around her waist, which kept her chained to the middle of the room. She pulled at the rubber connector joining the belt to her anal plug, but it wouldn't budge. Giving up, she curled her body into a ball on the floor, wrapped herself in blankets, and once again drifted into a state of dazed, half-conscious arousal.

"So you let her suffer the whole time." He smiled. "You must either think that she was loving it despite everything, or you must have enjoyed watching her suffer." He looked down at Scott's cock, which twitched upward in frequent spasms. "You may have been wondering why your girl was going to all that trouble on the dildo. Suffice it to say, she thought that she was saving herself from future punishment. Frankly, I think she's had enough for today, she managed to spend twenty minutes total with that dildo buried all the way in her pussy. And if I saw correctly, it brought her to several very powerful orgasms." She had enjoyed it! thought Scott to himself. "You, on the other hand," he continued, "seem not to have experienced such ... release. In any event, it would be a shame to waste her efforts. I suppose I could let her rest for a while and then set her up for a new predicament. But ... only if you want to, of course ... you could take her punishment for her."

Scott barely needed a moment to answer. Here was his chance to experience real bondage, at the hands of someone who clearly knew what he was doing. He thought about all the toys sitting on the table next to him. And if he ever had to say anything to Lauren, he could claim that he was being chivalrous by taking her punishment. He looked at the man and nodded.

"Thought so," he said. He left Scott hanging by his wrists and started by pulling off his shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear, until Scott was standing in a tee shirt. He then picked up from the table a small interconnected set of leather straps studded with metal snaps and knelt next to Scott. Careful to touch the cock in front of him as little as possible, he pulled one strap tight around Scott's cock and balls at their base and snapped it together. Another strap went around the base of his shaft, a third went perpendicularly between these two, separating his balls into two tight pouches. A fourth, which had two thin, adjustable metal rods coming from it, fit snugly just underneath the glans of Scott's penis, with the rods running on either side of his shaft and connecting to the rest of the device. The man extended the rods so that not only was the skin just under the head of Scott's cock squeezed by the strap, but the head itself was also gently stretched away from his body. This tugging sensation made his glans swell slightly, expanding its mushroom shape and causing his whole cock to become even more rigid.

Next, the man went over to the wall where the chain lifting Scott's hands was anchored. He lowered it so that it had quite a bit of slack and told Scott to step through his bound arms, one leg at a time. Once Scott was standing with his arms behind his back, the man picked out two rigid spreader bars - one was four feet in length, the other was two - and strapped their cuffs to his legs. The longer one separated his ankles so that he had to stand with his legs wide apart, and the shorter one kept his thighs apart so he couldn't close his legs. Returning to the wall, the man pulled at the overhead chain, and Scott's arms were once again hoisted into the air. As they rose above his back, he was forced to bend over at the waist to avoid straining his shoulders, until eventually his upper body was roughly parallel with the ground.

At this point the man left the room, returning a minute later with a pants hanger in one hand and a cup of ice in the other. "Sometimes the simplest things work best," he said. Hiking up Scott's tee shirt, he took an ice cube from the cup and held it to Scott's left nipple. The cold briefly stung and then faded into numbness as the nipple grew hard. He took out a second cube and now held one to each nipple for another thirty seconds or so. Once Scott's nipples were fully erect, the man took the pants hanger - which had two thick, black, ridged clamps on it - and attached one to each nipple. Their surface area was much larger than that of clamps made especially for BDSM, and Scott could see that his nipples were flattened in their tight grip. The hanger now hung upside down, suspended from his nipples with its hook forming a U shape in the air.

Scott fully expected him to add weights to the hook, but the man seemed to be in no hurry to do so. Instead, he removed the ball gag that had been in Scott's mouth for well over half an hour. "I think you could use a drink," he said, bringing a glass of water to his lips. Scott sipped gratefully, swallowing carefully because of his awkward position. "Now, let's use this chance to clear something up. Before I gag you again, any limits I should know about?" Scott thought for a moment, then replied, "Just no lasting marks or damage, and nothing dangerously unsanitary." The man looked at him, as if to say that's it? this is your only chance, and then picked up a harness gag from the table. Much like his girlfriend earlier, Scott was about to have multiple straps secured tightly around his head. But unlike her gag, which had a mouthpiece shaped like the final inch-and-a-half of a large penis, his had a leather-wrapped metal ring with an internal diameter of 1.75 inches. The man forced the ring behind his teeth and buckled the straps, giving him no chance to push it out. It stretched his jaws much wider than the ball gag had done. He then took three lengths of rope and tied them to D-rings on the straps that surrounded Scott's head. The man went back to the table for a leather belt, which he buckled securely around Scott's waist, and then tied the three ropes attached to the gag to rings on the belt. The top of Scott's head was connected to the back of the belt, and each side strap of the gag was connected to the opposite side of his waist, so that the ropes crossed above his back. His captive was now totally unable to lower his head or to shake it in either direction. Finally, not wanting Scott to lose his balance and hurt his strappadoed arms, the man tied one more rope to the back ring on the belt and secured it to an overhead hook, carefully removing all the slack. Now, if Scott slipped off his spread legs, his weight would be borne mostly by the belt around his waist.

With his setup complete, the man pulled up a stopwatch program on his computer and set it to 19:12. "It seems appropriate for you to stay bound for the length of time your girlfriend managed to save up. Between you and me, I think you're going to enjoy this particular experience, so you can think of it as using her reward. Of course, if you don't like it, well, you'll suffer for exactly the amount of time that she did. So somehow the karma works either way." He started the clock.

"You don't have many limits, do you?" said the man, slowly. "Nothing dangerously unsanitary," he continued, repeating Scott's words aloud. "Your girlfriend said no bodily functions at all. Of course, I never pushed her on what that meant. I wonder if an enema would have been okay?" He seemed to be musing to himself. "But according to your limits, you don't seem to mind if I piss on your body. Or how about right into that open mouth of yours? I could even give you a piss enema. How would you like it if I filled that ass of yours with my warm offering? What would your girlfriend think to know that you're even more of a bondage slut than she is?"

Scott was shocked at his own reaction to these threats. He had never wanted anyone, girl or guy, to urinate on him before. And he was sure that if he had thought about it before, the idea would have disgusted him. But now, tied up and vulnerable as he was, the concept was more intriguing. It would totally humiliate and subjugate him, it would prove that he was completely at the mercy of the man who had bound him. And it wasn't really unsafe, he supposed.

"Another one of your girlfriend's limits was no sex. In deference to her relationship with you, perhaps. So I told her I'd keep my pants on," said the man, after a pause. "You, however, have made no such objection. And I don't even need to remove my pants." He unzipped his fly. Scott's eyes grew wide and he started making a lot of noise through the gag. Was he about to get anally raped? His first thought was I hope he uses a condom. Then he realized what he was thinking and became shocked at his own lust. Was this really what he wanted? Scott's mind was now focused completely on his ass, and he began wishing that the man would shove something inside him for his hole to clench around.

The man drew his cock and balls out through his open fly. His penis wasn't erect, but it was large and was clearly engorged with blood, as if he'd just finishing having sex moments before. His shaft was entirely shaved, so that its full size stood out unobstructed by hairs. A prominent coronal ridge made his circumcised glans appear impressively wider than the shaft. The man slowly stroked his cock about a foot in front of Scott's face, cupping his balls in his other hand. It immediately started growing, as if it had been waiting for the attention all along, and pre-cum appeared at the tip. After a minute or so it was completely erect, and Scott guessed that it must be seven inches long, and a bit thicker than his own. Could a cock that big really fit in his virgin asshole?

But the man didn't walk around behind him and place the head of his cock against Scott's exposed anus. Instead, he spoke. "Have you ever had a man's cock in your mouth before?" "Ng Ng," Scott replied. He had thought about what it must be like for Lauren when she gave him head, and he had even fantasized about going down on a guy. But he'd definitely never acted on it. He was only emotionally attracted to girls, after all. "Well, now you're going to find out what it's like. I'm sure you like getting blow jobs, so it's only fair that you learn how it's done." The man took a step forward so that his cock was inches away from Scott's face. It looked even larger up close. "I can put a condom on if you want, but I'm totally clean. Tested last week. What about you?"

Scott had never had any STDs, and he mmmpphed an "uh huh, ree ooo" through the gag. With that, the man took a small bottle of lube from his pocket and coated his cock, then said, "I don't think you can see the clock from your position, but it's down to 15:31. I've had blow jobs that lasted for hours, so, trust me, you're getting off easy. Now come and get it." With that, Scott tried to lean forward to take the hard cock into his eager mouth. He was nervous, but incredibly turned on. At least the man wasn't roughly fucking his throat like he'd feared. As he leaned forward he felt a stretch in his backward-twisted shoulders, and he raised his arms even higher to relieve the strain. The problem was, the penis was angled about 45 degrees upward, and Scott couldn't lift his head up any higher to bring the cock through the ring holding his mouth open. The man stood with his hands behind his back and wasn't helping him at all. After a moment, he reached under Scott's chest and grabbed the hook hanging from his flattened nipples, giving it a sharp pull. Scott winced in pain, and then rose up off his feet and stood precariously balanced on his tiptoes in order to take in the penis.

With the tip through the ring gag, Scott could then lower himself down again. The man's penis now pointed straight out, right into Scott's mouth and toward his throat. He let the rope supporting his waist take up most of his weight, and it just became a matter of rocking back and forth on his spread legs, letting the cock move a few inches in and out of his mouth each time, while trying to be careful not to let it slip out entirely. He moved his tongue around, figuring it was the right thing to do, but he didn't really know what kind of technique to use. Several times he mistakenly rocked backward too far and once again found himself having to rise up on his toes in order to bring the now well-lubricated penis back inside his mouth.

After about five or six minutes of this, during which the man had been encouraging him in a low voice and making occasional soft grunts of approval, he took hold of Scott's head in his hands, grasping the rings attached to his harness gag. He now took over setting the pace of his forced blow job, pulling Scott onto his cock while thrusting himself forward at the same time. Once in a while he would grab hold of the pants hanger and pull at Scott's clamped nipples, enjoying the hum of his victim's groans as they reverberated on his shaft.

Another few minutes went by. Then the man suddenly stopped moving and stood there, his cock lodged about two inches inside Scott's mouth. "One thing left to teach you," he said. "I don't know how far we'll get today, but we'll give it a try." He pulled out entirely and re-lubed his cock, which if anything had become even harder while being sucked. "I'm going to gently push my cock down your throat. You're at the perfect angle for this, since with your head tilted back your mouth is lined up with your throat. You're going to feel a gagging reflex when I hit the back of your mouth. That's totally normal. The best thing to do is to start swallowing."

With that, the man pushed forward and kept going, letting the tip of his slick penis brush against the top of Scott's throat. He spluttered and started gagging, so the man backed off, held still for a moment as Scott caught his breath, then pushed again. This time Scott swallowed hard and didn't stop until the cock was about an inch into his throat. He kept swallowing, feeling the thick shaft press on his airway and trying to breathe through his nose. Scott could feel a more viscous saliva starting to coat his mouth and throat. When he thought Scott couldn't take any more, he pulled back and gave his submissive a break, repeating this pattern for several minutes.

With about thirty seconds left, the man slowly but forcefully pushed forward with his penis until only about one inch remained outside the ring gag. Scott's eyes bulged and his throat swelled to take in the intruder. He couldn't breathe. Still holding the head harness firmly in his left hand, the man took his mobile phone out of his pocket and flipped it open with his right, and Scott heard a click. He couldn't see anything with his nose and eyes right up against the man's jeans. He suddenly felt a warm liquid shoot against the back of his throat and he gagged hard, just as the man pulled out his throbbing shaft entirely.

Both of them were breathing hard. The man quickly unbuckled Scott's gag and withdrew the ring from his aching mouth, and then disconnected the ropes holding up his waist and his hands. The boy straightened his back but looked down at the floor in embarrassment as the man finished removing his bonds, including the clamps on his nipples and the straps around his cock and balls. "If you want the picture, have your girlfriend email me about it," he said. "It wouldn't surprise me if she liked what she saw." Scott took a sip of water from the cup that was offered to him again.

"Well, what do you think? Was it really so bad?" But the man needn't have asked. Scott's continuing hard-on told the answer.