strappedown:

The best part of this, the part that really makes me hard, is that aside from the lovely bondage in rubber and multiple thick leather restraint belts, is that all it takes is a few pumps on that bulb and the gag expands in his mouth such that nothing intelligible can come out…just a guttural “ungh” “ungh” “ungh”. After that, if you can still perceive meaning from those animal grunts and groans, if you can yet make out the barest indication of protest or approval, if you can detect any whit of human communication, you need only add an additional pump or two to instantly cut that off as well, and there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop it.

strappedown:

The best part of this, the part that really makes me hard, is that aside from the lovely bondage in rubber and multiple thick leather restraint belts, is that all it takes is a few pumps on that bulb and the gag expands in his mouth such that nothing intelligible can come out…just a guttural “ungh” “ungh” “ungh”. After that, if you can still perceive meaning from those animal grunts and groans, if you can yet make out the barest indication of protest or approval, if you can detect any whit of human communication, you need only add an additional pump or two to instantly cut that off as well, and there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop it.

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strappedown:

He insisted that I try on the wetsuit. It fit me, but it was very tight, and difficult to squeeze into. He told me I was to wear it all weekend. I laughed a little and said, “At least for this evening.” We then went back into the main room to show it to his friends. They all reacted to it, grinning as they looked me up and down and touching me through the tight neoprene. At first I enjoyed all of the attention, but as the party continued into the evening, I started to sweat and feel a little warm so I stepped back into the side room to change back into my clothes. I reached around for the lanyard, but before I could unzip it I felt his firm grip on my wrist.
"Not so fast, boy.", he said, pulling my hand away. "I told you all weekend."
I turned around, smiling and about to protest, but he wasn’t alone. Three of his biggest, beefiest friends were in the doorway behind him. The look on his face was dead serious. Still grasping my wrist firmly, he turned toward his friends and said, “It’s time we get him to bed.”
I was no match for them. They grabbed my arms and legs and the four of them carried me through the house into a room I hadn’t been in before. I spotted a bed covered in straps there, and before I knew what was happening I was on that bed, the straps secured all over me and I couldn’t move.
It happened so fast, I didn’t think to react, and then the rubber gas mask was being pushed onto my head, and before I knew it even my head was strapped securely in place. The gaskets on the mask were tight, speaking was difficult, and breathing was restricted. I found myself forced to take long careful breathes.
"I have to get back to my friends, " I heard him say. "You relax in here tonight. I’ll be back in the morning to tell you what I plan to do to you next."
Then the lights went out and I was plunged into total darkness. The walls and door must be insulated against sound, as I couldn’t hear any noise from the party. All I could hear was the sounds of my breath as I pushed and pulled air slowly through the gaskets in the mask.

strappedown:

He insisted that I try on the wetsuit. It fit me, but it was very tight, and difficult to squeeze into. He told me I was to wear it all weekend. I laughed a little and said, “At least for this evening.” We then went back into the main room to show it to his friends. They all reacted to it, grinning as they looked me up and down and touching me through the tight neoprene. At first I enjoyed all of the attention, but as the party continued into the evening, I started to sweat and feel a little warm so I stepped back into the side room to change back into my clothes. I reached around for the lanyard, but before I could unzip it I felt his firm grip on my wrist.

"Not so fast, boy.", he said, pulling my hand away. "I told you all weekend."

I turned around, smiling and about to protest, but he wasn’t alone. Three of his biggest, beefiest friends were in the doorway behind him. The look on his face was dead serious. Still grasping my wrist firmly, he turned toward his friends and said, “It’s time we get him to bed.”

I was no match for them. They grabbed my arms and legs and the four of them carried me through the house into a room I hadn’t been in before. I spotted a bed covered in straps there, and before I knew what was happening I was on that bed, the straps secured all over me and I couldn’t move.

It happened so fast, I didn’t think to react, and then the rubber gas mask was being pushed onto my head, and before I knew it even my head was strapped securely in place. The gaskets on the mask were tight, speaking was difficult, and breathing was restricted. I found myself forced to take long careful breathes.

"I have to get back to my friends, " I heard him say. "You relax in here tonight. I’ll be back in the morning to tell you what I plan to do to you next."

Then the lights went out and I was plunged into total darkness. The walls and door must be insulated against sound, as I couldn’t hear any noise from the party. All I could hear was the sounds of my breath as I pushed and pulled air slowly through the gaskets in the mask.

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strappedown:

As you acquire more gear, don’t be afraid to combine them.  Here a tight rubber hood is combined with a leather head-harness and gag, and the results are quite nice. I’m sure the muzzle and the rubber “grip” together, making for a tighter fit than either piece by itself…and there is still room for a blind fold to be attached.

strappedown:

As you acquire more gear, don’t be afraid to combine them.  Here a tight rubber hood is combined with a leather head-harness and gag, and the results are quite nice. I’m sure the muzzle and the rubber “grip” together, making for a tighter fit than either piece by itself…and there is still room for a blind fold to be attached.

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boysobey:

testiclefetish:

Three metal weights to stretch the balls.

Almost time for a fourth.

boysobey:

testiclefetish:

Three metal weights to stretch the balls.

Almost time for a fourth.

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2bhelpless:

Electro IN the cock makes for an obedient boy.

2bhelpless:

Electro IN the cock makes for an obedient boy.

nottsphil:

All strapped in nice and tight in an inflatable sleepsack…..muhahaha

nottsphil:

All strapped in nice and tight in an inflatable sleepsack…..muhahaha

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dijkstra0:

Thanks to a suggestion on the No Safe Word podcast, this afternoon I did a variation on the standard sleep sack tie. Instead of using rope, used zip-ties to lace up the boyfriend. Don’t think it is visually as attractive, but he is in their rather tight. Every 30 minutes or so I plan on going in and tightening the zip-ties too. Will be interesting to hear his viewpoint once I let him out (in 4 to 8 hours)

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