Waiting For Ross #2

As Ross pulled his truck out of the gym parking lot, he cupped his jock with his free hand and gave his sweaty, hardening crotch a squeeze in anticipation of what he expected to see when he got home. Ross loved to be out all day with the knowledge that when he finally returned, a rubber-sealed bondage pig would be waiting in his dungeon, where Ross would find him hanging suspended and tightly bound exactly in the same position Ross had left him hours before. Ross looked at his watch: about 8 hours so far. Driving slowly, Ross found his thoughts had turned to an assessment of his relationship with Tim. Ross had been looking for years for a slave who could take the intensity of the restraint, had the endurance, and was willing to put in the bondage time. He thought he might have finally found it in Tim. He had a hot little muscular body, shaved smooth like a slave’s body should be, perfect in size and tone for bondage and rubber encasement. His pretty mouth, ass, and dick holes were meant for plugging. And, he was born to be kept in tight bondage. Ross loved Tim’s love for bondage and his ambivalence in submitting to it, manifested by the anxious, doubtful look in Tim’s eyes before they disappeared under the rubber hood; the agitated breathing through the nostril tubes as Ross first sealed the hood and gag in place; the intermittent puffing up and stiffening of Tim’s body and limbs as he adjusted initially to being enclosed, strapped in, and suspended in the sack; and the muffled, futile sounds of his gagged mouth as he tried to object, to tell Ross that he changed his mind, that he felt too confined, that he couldn’t take it. But what Ross loved most of all was Tim’s ability to achieve a state of acceptance within the prison of the rubber cocoon. Like a true slave, Tim ultimately endured the punishment of such long-term restraint and then returned for more.

When they first met, with Ross watching and observing carefully, Ross had built Tim up slowly by gradually increasing the layers of rubber and leather, the tightness of the sack, and the suspension time, until Ross was able to leave him alone for hours at a time. Tim’s naturally flexible, slim, muscular body well withstood the physical rigors of the bondage, and his internal thermostat was able to handle the multiple layers of head to toe encasement. He produced a healthy amount of sweat within his rubber wrap but didn’t dehydrate, even after 24 hours, and his muscles cramped occasionally but recovered quickly. Ross’s sadistic cock swelled as he thought of the challenge he had in mind for Tim this weekend. It was only late afternoon on Friday, and already Tim had been encased for 8 hours.

Arriving home, Ross made his way through the house and down into the basement. He rubbed his cock through his clothes as he approached the heavy, oak closet door and grabbed keys hanging from a hook on the wall to unlock it. He opened the door and switched on the light. Tim hung perfectly still, as he had been trained to stay. Ross’s cock hardened further at the site of him: a sacked, suspended, totally helpless slave, with no sight or hearing, no control, and nothing he could do about it except wait, an object for his Master’s whim. The knowledge that he had been waiting all day made Ross’s cock stiffen uncomfortably in his jock. He loosened his sweat pants, pulled it out, and started stroking it. The vertical suspension held Tim upright, with his bound toes just a few inches above the floor, and his head level with Ross, who noticed Tim inhale deeply through the nostril tubes. Ross knew Tim could sense his presence. Ross pulled his sweatshirt up to expose his underarm, where the hair was still wet with perspiration from his workout, and rubbed it across the nostril tubes. Next, he removed his exercise pants and jock, to tie the sweaty jock strap in place over Tim’s nostrils. Then Ross clamped the catheter end of the tube that connected Tim’s gagged mouth to his bladder, detached the tube leading to his mouth, and inserted it into the neck of a rubber funnel. The motion caused by Ross’s actions set off the electrical current in Tim’s cock and ass, designed to punish him for any unauthorized movement. Ross watched in satisfaction as Tim involuntarily writhed in response. Ross heard stifled moans under the hood and the sounds of rubber and leather creaking as Tim squirmed within his cocoon and swayed back and forth helplessly. Ross liked to watch the worm-like straining movements. He turned up the current to increase Tim’s struggles while he pumped his cock with one hand and held the funnel under it with the other. Besides the enjoyment of surveying Tim’s helplessness and distress, Ross rationalized the electrical torture as being good stimulation for Tim’s stiff muscles. What better way to ensure that Tim’s blood circulated?. A feeling of immense pleasure enveloped Ross as he concentrated on the sound of the muffled cries and imagined the slave within the dehumanized, tightly hooded and encased form. Keeping himself silent, Ross grimaced and held his breath when his cock erupted. He aimed it into the funnel as it emitted a series of quick, strong jets of cum.

Several minutes passed while Ross momentarily lost his sense of purpose. When he came back to himself, he noticed Tim had become still and quiet. The current must have abated. Ross waited patiently for his cock to relax enough, and soon he was able to begin pissing into the funnel. He filled it and then stopped, raised it up slowly, listened to make sure Tim was swallowing without choking, and then repeated the process until he had drained his bladder. When he was finished, he removed the funnel and reconnected Tim’s catheter to his gag. Next, Ross checked the straps on the sleepsack and ignored Tim’s muffled protests as he tightened all but two of them. He readjusted the jock strap, to ensure it stayed in place over Tim’s hood-covered nose. He felt around Tim’s rubber- and leather-covered ass to locate the base of the butt plug and gave it a heavy swat. Ross heard a sharp cry from within the hood and knew that the electric shocks had kicked in again. He stared at the wiggling cocoon. The familiar, worm-like, pendulous movements were amusing but had less interest to Ross now that he had cum. He turned the light off, shut the door to the closet, and went upstairs.