Divemasters - part 1

Author: scubaben
Title: Divemasters - part 1
Date: 04 February 2007

Chapter 1

Ben and Gavin were both diving instructors at the resort where I was staying. The holiday wasn’t cheap, and as you’d expect, the whole team was very professional from the outset. Ben and Gavin were friendly, but somehow distant, disappearing off home at the end of the day and not seeming to want to socialize with the customers. Which was a shame, as I really fancied the pants off both of them.

Ben was tall, maybe just over 6 feet, with a lean swimmers build – a beautifully sculpted, tapered torso with barely an ounce of fat on him. His legs were quite slender, yet his ass was nice and round with those beautiful indentations at the top of his thighs where they met his butt cheeks – a feature that always gets me going. But his face was almost the best thing about him – beautiful and mercurial, almost always smiling, with a ruffled mop of light brown hair, bleached almost blond by the sun. The kind of attractive jock you might see modeling swimwear in a glossy magazine. Gavin on the other hand looked typically French – short dark hair, a broodingly serious expression and a muscular body, much more strongly-built than Ben, although about the same height. He could easily pass for a member of the French rugby team.

I had been staying at the resort for almost a week when I first spoke to Gavin. I was struggling out of my wetsuit, attempting to tug the back of the suit down past my left elbow to give me some leverage to pull my arm out, with very limited success. The suit was a tight fit: resorts never seem to be able to cater for us tall guys, and I always find I have to squeeze myself into something that is way too small for me (not that I really mind wearing tight-fitting rubber suits though...)

I was looking over at Gavin as he effortlessly stripped off his one-piece suit, peeling it down his body in a fluid motion to reveal his taut, slightly hairy torso and the top of his speedos underneath. He caught my glance, and swaggered over. “Do you need a hand? You’ll find it easier getting in and out of rubber suits when you’ve have as much practice as me” he smiled. That’s a interesting turn of phrase, I thought, using the word “rubber” when most people would say either wetsuit or neoprene. Maybe it’ll be worth continuing with this line of conversation. “Well, the rubber suits and all those straps are half the fun”, I replied with a laugh, as he pulled the back collar of the jacket down past my shoulders and elbows. I thought I felt his hand brush my ass as he stepped round in front of me. “You too, eh? Ben and I were saying the same thing just yesterday. Maybe we could get together one evening to give you some more instruction in getting these suits on and off. Show you the ropes, maybe? What do you reckon, Ben?”

I hadn’t seen Ben wander over from behind to stand next to Gavin, but I did notice his wicked grin when he heard what Gavin was saying. Fucking hell, I thought - two of the hottest guys I’ve seen for ages are coming on to me with talk of rubber and rope. I could feel my face turning slightly red as I floundered for a reply, hoping that neither of them would notice my cock lurch in its skin-tight prison. Standing next to me, Gavin put his arm over my shoulders and pulled me towards him, slightly conspiratorially. “Yeah, how about a few private lessons? We could show you some of our other gear too. Maybe the rubber suits and straps is more than half the fun?”

As I glanced from one to the other, both men were looked directly at me, holding eye contact and smiling ever more widely with my increasingly embarrassed state. “I’ll take that as a yes” Gavin said, as he whacked my ass with the flat of his hand. Ben winked at me as they wandered off together, Ben’s arm around Gavin’s shoulder.

I spent the whole evening replaying the conversation in my head, wondering whether I’d heard Gavin right. And they were a couple. I hadn’t realized that before. A really hot couple, who seemed to be into rubber and bondage, and who had asked me to join them for a session. Surely I must have got the wrong end of the stick somehow. Still, it was a hot fantasy, and I jerked off to the idea of being trussed up by them while wearing my wetsuit. I had no idea how Gavin had guessed that I would be interested. In fact, how had he guessed I was gay? I try not to advertise the fact too much, and would consider myself pretty straight-acting. Maybe his gaydar is much more highly attuned than mine.

On the dive boat the next day, I looked out for both of them, but one of the other instructors said that Thursday was their day off. Shit! Just my luck to get the come-on from some hot guy who then disappears. I only had one more day of diving, as I was flying home early on Saturday morning. I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to them over a beer that evening, which only left one day – tomorrow – to see them. Being the last chance to diving on my holiday, I booked to go on three dives in the morning. I looked out for the guys as soon as I got down to quay, and sure enough Ben and Gavin were on one of the boats. As my rotten luck would have it, they were going out with a group of trainee divers so they wouldn’t be on the same boat as me. I waved hello to them, and Ben noticed and waved back at me with a grin. But he then went back to work. I must have got it wrong, I thought, confusing playful banter with an invitation to play.

So that’s that then, I thought. I won’t be back on land until early afternoon, so I probably wouldn’t see them again. What rotten, fucking luck.

All three of the dives were in water with quite a strong current, and the last dive involved us having to swim for some way back to the boat. By the time my group clambered back on board I was physically exhausted, and was still pretty drained when we got back to the quay at the resort. I rinsed and handed back all of the equipment, but left my wetsuit on for a while, as I hadn’t the energy to struggle to pull it off. Actually, it was quite comfortable while it was on, and being so tight, it did show off my pecs, six-pack and ass quite well. Did I say I was straight-acting before? Maybe sometimes vanity gets the better of me...

After a couple of drinks with the dive group, I headed back to my room. I was walking past the staff shower block, when I was grabbed strongly and pulled inside the doorway. Almost losing my footing, I could make out Gavin in the semi-darkness as he held my shoulders tightly in his vice-like grip and kissed me forcefully. Coming up for air, he murmured “Do you need a hand with that rubber suit, boy?” I was like putty in his hands, and gave into him instantly, his passion overtaking my surprise at being ambushed. Kissing him back, I felt my cock stir in the confines of the tight neoprene.

He kissed me for what seemed like an age. I didn’t want to move, and in fact couldn’t, as he explored my mouth with his tongue while he still held me tightly. Breaking away from my lips, he whispered, “I think you’ll do perfectly”. “Perfect for what?” I asked, my eyes opening from their half-closed reverie. He grinned at my slightly quizzical look. I leant forward to try to kiss him again, but holding me at arms length he leaned his head right back, just as someone else’s arm curled around over my shoulder, clamping a chemical-sodden rag to my mouth and nose. Jeez, what the fuck..? Thoughts raced through my mind as I took a huge gulp of the sweet-smelling vapor, and then collapsed in a heap as Gavin lowered me gently to the floor. “Out like a light...” was the last thing I heard...


Chapter 2

I came around slowly, my hearing being the first sense that I became aware of as layers of fog drifted away from my thoughts. As I became more aware I could feel something moving in my mouth – smooth, round and large, yet not quite filling it.

As I played with it with my tongue, I drowsily opened my eyes to see Ben’s face level with my own, frowning slightly and with the tip of his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he slipped the end of a strap through the buckle on the gag harness which he was wrapping around my head. I could see a strap running down between my eyes, splitting into two around my nose. I could also feel the pressure of straps around my jaw and the back of my head. His face lit up when he saw I was conscious and he grinned at me. “Fantastic. You’re awake. You feel OK?” Becoming more aware, I tried to ask him what the fuck was going on, but only mumbled some muffled sounds into the gag. He laughed and slapped my ass playfully. “Perfect”, he said as he leapt down to floor level.

My eyes followed him and it occurred to me that I was hanging in the air. I didn’t seem to be able to move my head very much, so my eyes wandered around the room, taking things in slowly. I was in a large loft-style apartment with wooden floors and high ceilings supported by iron beams and pillars. There was little in the way of furniture – I could only see a sofa in the far corner and a low table behind it. The windows were away to my left at the far side of the room, with occasional mirrors on the wall to my right.

I looked around for Ben and found him a few feet in front of me and about a yard below, where he stood, hands on hips, gazing back at me intently. He was wearing only a pair of black speedos and his virtually hairless body was glistening slightly, like he’d just finished working out. He looked absolutely fantastic and despite my obvious predicament (or maybe because of it) I felt the pit of my stomach lurch with desire. My gaze continued to wander, until I saw my own reflection as I glanced sideways to the mirrors. Fucking hell!

As far as I could see I was wearing very little – what appeared to be tight latex shorts, cutaway at the front and at the ass like chaps. Underneath the shorts was a clean white jockstrap. Nothing else. However, wrapped around me and suspending me were a large number of nylon webbing straps. Two very tightly wrapped around my stomach, hugging my six-pack with no slack at all. From these I could see a strap looping down each side of my crotch, and flexing my muscles a bit I could feel them the other side, framing my ass cheeks. A further two straps encircled my chest, above and below my pecs. The chest and stomach straps were linked together by straps at my left and right sides both in front of and behind my arms, and these were somehow hooked above my head to the beam on the ceiling. I was expertly suspended, the straps placed perfectly so that the pressure on my groin, although now noticeable, was not uncomfortable – each strap seemed to support the others.

The straps on my body were yellow. Other black webbing straps pinned my arms to my sides at the wrists and above and below the elbows, pulling my arms tightly into my body. They were somehow cinched to give me no freedom of movement at all. Similar black straps circled my legs at ankle level and above and below the knees, pinning them together. With a little effort I would wriggle and swing my legs around, although I quickly realized that this was pretty uncomfortable, the harness digging into me slightly as I moved.

As I was exploring my rather limited capacity for movement and trying to speak through the gag, Ben had returned holding a small blue bundle which he shook to reveal another, thinner strap. “Just one or two more and then I think we’re done” he said, talking to me as if we were having a normal conversation in a bar somewhere. I took a deep breath in through my nose and tried to shout at him through the gag, and succeeded in making more noise than I thought I would. “Although I think I’ll have to fix that problem first” he muttered, a frown flitting across his face as he stepped easily up onto the stool beside me. He grasped a rubber bulb that had been lying over my left shoulder and pumped it several times causing the gag in my mouth to grow considerably, pushing my tongue down and filling my mouth uncomfortably. I whimpered as the pressure in my mouth forced my jaw tightly into the straps of the gag harness, and that brought a smile back to his face. He replaced the rubber bulb over my shoulder and hopped down from the stool to grab the strap. Watching him, it suddenly dawned on me that the straps must be made from weight belts, although I couldn’t see how they had been attached to each other. Ben carried on talking, as if to himself. “I guess you’ve noticed the belts. We don’t like to throw anything away here – pretty much any old cast-off bit of dive gear can be turned into something. These belts have seen a lot of use, but they’re still pretty strong and have far more uses than you’d think. I think you’re wearing seventeen of them already, and this little blue one’s going to tie up your cock and balls, and brighten up that jockstrap”. As he stepped forward to grasp the belt around my six-pack, I instinctively kicked out and caught him on the side of his chest. “Stop that wriggling, you little fucker” he growled as he tried again to grasp the waist belt.

Just at that moment Gavin walked in, carrying a dive bag. He was wearing a one-piece black smoothskin wetsuit and looked absolutely magnificent. The suit hugged his body everywhere and showed off pretty much every muscle to perfection, especially the bulge at his crotch. As soon as he saw Ben trying to stop me swinging around in the harness, he dropped the bag and leapt barefoot across the room to help. “He’s moving around a bit more than I thought he’d be able to” Ben complained. “That’s pretty easily fixed” Gavin smiles as he knelt on the floor grabbing my ankles with both hands, pulling them sharply downwards to hold them as close to the floor as he could. I grunted as I felt the pressure tighten in my groin.

Gavin having stopped me from struggling, Ben approached again and pulled the blue strap over the yellow waist belt, feeding the end in and out to make a loop around my cock and balls, which he then pulled agonizingly tightly before cinching it off. My cock responded by pushing against the taut cotton of the jockstrap, but it was frustratingly trapped - I ached for one of them to touch it and give me some relief.

Both men were now standing in front of me, Gavin pulling a green strap from his bag. “That’ll teach him to put up a fight” he said to Ben, “and this’ll stop him doing it again”. He knelt down in front of me again. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing but I felt him feeding the belt through my legs above the ankle strap. Glancing in the mirror I saw him pass it through a metal ring fastened to the floor directly underneath where I was hanging. He then stood up and pulled the strap as hard and as tight as he could, stretching me tautly between the ceiling and floor, removing any possibility of movement and further increasing the pressure around my crotch from the straps of the harness. Fuck, that hurt. Blinking back involuntary tears, I glared at them both as they stood side-by-side admiring their handiwork, Gavin’s arm draped over Ben’s shoulder, Ben’s arm around Gavin’s waist.

“Since our chat a couple of days ago, we’ve been thinking about your training and have worked some things out”, Gavin started to explain. “We decided it would do you some good if we showed you the ropes as it were, and gave you some practice with some of our collection”. Ben nodded. “We thought we’d leave the wetsuits until another day, and start you with some of the less strenuous things. After all, you looked pretty exhausted earlier in the day - you hardly put up a struggle when Gavin grabbed you in the shower block.” Gavin grinned at that last comment. I tried to shout into the gag and shake my head, although I doubt I was particularly convincing. The hard-on in my jockstrap probably gave it all away.

“Just to let you know”, Ben continued, “we’ve arranged your checkout from the resort. Your things are out the back here, and no-one but us knows you’re here.” “Yep, you’re our new toy”, laughed Gavin. My stomach, and cock, lurched again – Jeez, this was turning into one hell of a holiday. Gavin turned to Ben and started kissing him, which was eagerly reciprocated. After a short while, Gavin moved down to work on Ben’s neck and chest, biting his nipples playfully as Ben kneaded Gavin’s ass through the wetsuit and stroked the back of his head. They moved back towards the sofa and continued to make out while I hung from the ceiling, held in the grip of yards of nylon, unable to move yet becoming more and more aroused by the floorshow. My cock pressed against its confining pouch and the frustration was excruciating. After what seemed an age, Ben pushed Gavin gently away and glancing over towards me, whispered “Maybe we should play with our new toy”.


Chapter 3

Gavin got up and sauntered over to where I was hanging from the ceiling. Standing next to me, he grabbed my thigh with one hand and squeezed the muscle hard. “Quite a little gym bunny, huh?” His hand moved round to grab my ass and squeezed that too. “Maybe I should take this off before I get too hot and bothered” he smiled as he reached behind his back to grab the zip tag on his wetsuit. Peeling the suit easily from his shoulders and arms, he rolled the top half down his body to free his torso, releasing a delicious musky scent of rubber and sweat. He stood in front of me, hands on hips, looking at me intently. “Where are you Ben?” he called, smirking as he gazed into my eyes. “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am” he said to me as he lightly squeezed my cock and balls, much as you would a piece of fruit.

Ben bounced over enthusiastically from the far end of the room, clutching a fat roll of black pallet wrap in one hand and a messy bundle of wires and tubes in the other. He dropped them at my feet and Gavin knelt down to unravel the various items. Ben wandered round behind me, and I felt him spread my ass cheeks gently followed a few moments later by a cold wet pressure as his finger lubricated my ass. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with something much bigger and harder, lubed enough to slide right the way inside. My sphincter clenched on air as whatever it was slid inside me.

Ben pushed a stool over towards me, and hopped up onto it so his face was level with mine. Gavin handed him up a length of thick cable which ended in a shallow plastic cup. Ben was more or less giving me a running commentary of what he was doing. “Gavin is a bit of an electronics wizard. The thing in your ass is a vibrating plug, which can inflate and deflate in various sections along its length, and can vibrate at whatever frequency we want. He’s made quite a few of them in the past but this one’s proved to be the best.” I could hear a rattling noise, and looking in the mirror saw Gavin wheeling a small trolley over, on top of which looked like a stereo amplifier. He picked up a length of cable and plugged it into the machine. Looking up at me, he twisted one of the dials and I felt the plug expand inside me – not too much, but just enough to feel that it wasn’t going to come out easily.

Ben continued. “All of these things have an electrical and a compressed air input. You won’t be able to push the plug out now that Gavin’s inflated it a bit. These things” – he held up the cup in front of my eyes – “are another of his amazing inventions.” The outside of the cup was smooth and domed whereas inside was a series of concentric rings, each covered in different bristles, the whole thing being a couple of inches across. “You’re going to love these – they’ll really get you going. Each ring has a different type of bristle – feathers, hairs, rubber spikes – and each can move independently. There’s even a few holes so we can blow cold air at you”. I was still wondering where these things were going and my face must have looked confused. Ben laughed. “They’re to stick on your nipples, dumbass. I hope they’re not oversensitive, ‘cause these’ll send you into orbit if they are.”

Fuck, I thought. My nipples are probably the most sensitive part of my body, and I have been known to come just from someone playing with them. Ben pushed them onto my pecs, and I flinched as I felt the brush tickle each of my nipples. “Don’t worry,” I heard Ben say’ “they won’t come off easily. They’re stuck on with surgical glue. I just need to tidy up the cables and then we can start”. He threw each cable over my shoulder and then pulled a length of duct tape from a roll on his wrist, sticking each cable in place across my collar bones and over onto my back. He leapt down from the stool and kicked it further behind me. I heard him tear some more lengths off and felt him tape the cables from the nipple devices down my back as I watched Gavin plug the other ends into his machine.

Ben wandered over to where Gavin was standing, and turned round to look at me. “I guess we ought to make sure it’s all working before we carry on”. Gavin nodded. “How are you feeling, buddy?” he called up. I shook my head as much as I could, and they both laughed. Gavin pulled the trolley a bit closer, and gazed up at me as he turned one of several large dials on the machine. I felt the thing in my ass come to life, vibrating manically inside me as part of it expanded to push right onto my prostate. Not being able to move was agony – inside I was a squirming mass of nerves. After a few seconds Gavin turned the vibration down to a low rumbling frequency, which felt a whole lot better. My ass cheeks rolled and clenched as I started to get into the stimulation. And then the nipple domes whirled into life. The gentle brushing on each nipple got them hard almost instantly and I moaned with pleasure. Fucking hell, this was great. An occasional burst of cold air onto my already-sensitive nipples made me jump. I was in heaven – my eyes half-closed, moaning softly into the gag. “Go on, give him a bit more” I heard Ben say, and suddenly everything exploded. The ass plug banged like a jackhammer against my prostate, and the nipple stimulation became so intense that I thought they must be passing shocks into them. I felt a painful electric tingling around my balls too. Stretched tautly between the ceiling and floor, I couldn’t move other than to flex my muscles against their bonds. My eyes involuntarily welled up in frustration, joy, agony and countless other emotions.

Suddenly everything stopped, leaving my nipples throbbing. “Seems to work just fine” I heard Gavin say. “I wonder if he enjoyed the remote controlled metal cockring too?” As I blinked away the tears a few moments later, Gavin was peeling the wetsuit from his legs. He was wearing black square-leg speedo trunks underneath which showed off his body to perfection. After throwing his wetsuit over the back of the sofa, he stooped to grab the roll of pallet wrap from the floor...


Chapter 4

Picking at it with one finger until he found the cut edge, Gavin pulled a couple of feet or so of the film away from the roll. “You can’t really class this as scuba equipment, so it’s not really part of your education as such. But we thought we’d take things slowly on the first day. This is industrial packing wrap – much stronger and thicker than normal cling film, and it comes in a lovely shade of black. Do you like it?” he asked. I shook my head slowly – I’d never been mummified before and wasn’t sure that I liked the idea. “Oh well, never mind. We’re only going to wrap your body”, continued Ben, “not your head, so don’t worry about that.”

Ben tore another strip of duct tape from the roll on his wrist and carefully stuck the end of the pallet wrap to my left shin while Gavin pushed a metal rod through the central hole of the roll. With his thumbs acting as brakes to keep up the tension in the film, he pulled the sheet around in front of my legs, and then swung around me, passing the roll to Ben who was behind me on the other side. They had the technique down perfectly, passing it between them while maintaining the tension in the film. Round and round my ankles, then looping down around my feet, pulling them tightly together before moving back up again to re-wrap my ankles with another layer. From then on it was like watching a well-oiled efficient machine, their two bodies bending and rotating as they bound my legs together ever higher, each loop of film overlapping the previous one by only a couple of inches.

When they reached my groin they changed direction again, somehow stretching the film so that it covered my ass entirely but left the white bulge of the jockstrap uncovered. The first roll ran out and Ben disappeared to find some more. Gavin admired their handiwork, running his hands firmly up and down my legs to smooth out any wrinkles. Ben returned with two more rolls, and they taped the end of the new one to the old before they carried on, pulling tightly around my six-pack and chest. Eventually they had to stand on stools, their slightly-flushed faces level with mine, as they reached my shoulders. Again they stretched the film diagonally to cover every inch of exposed flesh up to my neck. Finally Ben tore off the remainder of the roll, and stuck the end down between my shoulder blades with duct tape.

The whole process of wrapping felt amazing. Every muscle, although stretched and tense before, now was hugged and supported in a warm plastic embrace. For some reason I felt more secure in my cocoon, safer from whatever they were going to do to me, although I could feel the heat beginning to build up. But the process wasn’t finished – there was still some wrap left and the two men started again to make a second layer, this time from the top down, pulling it even tighter than the first. I felt my breathing becoming slightly shallower as my chest was constricted.

The third roll of pallet wrap ran out at my ankles, and the end was stuck down neatly. Ben and Gavin stood back to admire their work, occasionally stepping forward to smooth out an edge or wrinkle. “We’ve almost finished the hard part” Gavin said as he licked his lips. “Then you can have your fun too”.

Standing in front of me, Gavin put his arms around me and grabbed me tightly just under my ass, as Ben jumped onto a stool and released a catch which had held me suspended from the ceiling. Gavin lowered me gently to the floor while Ben hopped down to unfasten the green belt from the bolt in the floor. He then took hold of me around my chest while Gavin’s grip slipped to my ankles, and they carried me to the low table that sat in front of the sofa at the other end of the room, the trolley with the machine on it being pulled behind. Although the wrap was still tight, it was a relief to escape the pressure of the belts around my chest and crotch and I felt my skin throbbing as the blood was allowed to circulate again.

The table was long and low, about 7 feet by 2, and the two men put me gently down in the middle of it and stepped back. Instinctively I tried to move, and wriggled towards the edge. “Whooah there, young fella” Ben said as he clambered onto the table, sitting on my stomach to stop me rolling any further. “You don’t want to fall off. Gavin, have you got the other things?” I craned my neck to see Gavin walking off into another room and could hear him rummaging in unseen cupboards. Ben’s fingers tapped a rhythm on my chest while he waited. As I relaxed I banged my head on the table, much to Ben’s amusement.

He stood up as Gavin came back to the table holding a bundle of black fabric and some coils of white rope. Dropping the load onto the sofa, he then picked up the biggest piece, shaking it out to reveal a mass of leather, zips, straps and buckles. Spreading it out on the sofa, he unfastened the long zip that ran its length, and then passed it to Ben. While Gavin lifted my feet as high as they would go, Ben slid the sack across the table under my legs, bunching up the rest of the leather under my ass. Once Gavin had lowered my ankles back to the table, Ben zipped the sack up a couple of feet, enclosing my legs up to my knees. The two men repeated this along the length of my body. Gavin lifted my ass momentarily off the table, and Ben slid the sleepsack further under me, and so on with my chest. The sack was a perfect fit and as Ben pulled the zip up to my neck I felt the weighty embrace of the leather against my tautly wrapped skin.

Gavin patted my thigh as Ben secured the sleepsack’s collar. “Nearly done” he said. “Just need to make it secure and then we can start playing”. I wondered what exactly he meant by secure, as I would never be able to escape from the bondage I was already in and hardly needed restraining further. But Ben was already lacing some stout white rope through small D-rings along the front of the sack. Once he’d arranged it in place, they took it in turns to pull each loop of cord as tight as they could so that I was squeezed from my ankles up, my stomach and chest in particular constricted even tighter. Ben tied the cord securely just below the collar while Gavin produced six leather belts which he proceeded to loop around the sack, feeding the ends of the belts through large D-rings at the sides before buckling them and pulling them tight. One at the ankles, above and below the knees, wrists and then above and below the elbows. The only part of my body that I could possibly move was my head.

The two men went about putting the finishing touches to their work. Ben busied himself with pulling the sleepsack zips apart to expose the jockstrap and its contents to the air – he got another piece of white cord and wrapped it a couple of times around the bulge before tying off each end to the small D-rings next to it. The effect was to pull my cock and balls out and stop the leather from enclosing them again. Meanwhile, Gavin busied himself clipping me onto the table so that I wouldn’t be able to roll off – short leather straps with slider buckles were threaded through hooks on the underside of the table and then clipped onto the large D-rings up and down my side. The slack was taken up in the straps with a sharp tug, effectively pulling me into the table.

So there I lay, helplessly strapped, wrapped, then wrapped and strapped again, solidly fastened to a table with my jockstrap-clad cock and balls exposed. Two fantastically hot men wearing only speedos stood by the table, obviously pleased with themselves and their handiwork, yet eager to get on with the job in hand. Which I guessed was to play with me for as long as they wanted. Was I in heaven or hell? Surely hell couldn’t be this good...


Chapter 5

Having finished strapping me to the table, Ben & Gavin lay back onto the huge sofa and made out for a while, licking and biting each others’ nipples and massaging each others’ cocks through their speedos. After a few minutes, Gavin gently pushed Ben away. “Let’s get our toy warmed up a bit. We don’t want him getting bored now, do we?”

Gavin pulled the trolley over to the sofa next to where Ben lay waiting. He played with the machine’s controls and I felt an ominous dull vibration deep in my ass which came to rest at a rumbling low frequency. Part of the plug inflated, transferring the sensation to an area slightly above my prostate, tickling it every now and then when I clenched my sphincter. Seconds later, the nipple cups stirred into action, circling my nipples agonizingly. If I hadn’t been trussed and gagged I would have been moaning and squirming with the delicious agony that the two machines created. As it was, the only thing that I could move was my head, rolling it from side to side as I gasped silently into the gag. My cock was bound frustratingly tightly into the jockstrap. I thought that by now it must have leaked so much pre-cum that the cotton would be saturated.

While my eyes were closed, one of the guys lifted my head up and slid a cushion underneath it. It smelled strongly of rubber, another turn-on for me. My head sank deep into it.

The machines were almost silent - I could hear everything else that was going on, although I could no longer turn my head to see what the guys were up to. All of a sudden both the speed of vibration in my ass and the intensity of the nipple stimulus shot up, and I felt an electric tingling around my balls. I came almost instantly - my cock pumping for ages, forcing cum through the fabric of the jockstrap. Ben stood up to where I could see him. “Didn’t take him long to shoot Gavin. Turn it off for a second while I clean him up”. The stimuli faded away. I watched Ben as he bent down and sucked the cum from the cotton pouch – I could feel his teeth nuzzling my cock through the fabric. Although I felt drained and was starting to relax, my cock was amazingly still hard. Ben stood up so I could see his smiling face. “We took the liberty of slipping you a little something so that if you shot your load early on we would still be able to have fun well into the night. You should stay hard and excited for at least the next 4 hours. The last boy we played with came nine times before he passed out”. Fuck, I thought.

Ben and Gavin carried on making out while the machine seemed to be set on “random”. The plug took turns to inflate to what felt like huge proportions before shrinking down to almost nothing, all the while vibrating at all different frequencies. There was one in particular that made me come almost instantly as it seemed to resonate straight down to my cock and balls – frequently the machine would stop at this level briefly, teasing me. I was still as horny as hell and desperate to come again. The nipple toys kicked in intermittently – occasional bursts of overwhelming stimulus, interspersed with a slow squirming tickling. Every now and then the rings would stop and cold air would be puffed at my nipples, making me start.

I came at least three more times, although Ben and Gavin didn’t bother getting up to see how I was doing. I could hear them; occasional grunting and moaning, soft sounds of slurping and whispered words.

I don’t know how long the machine tortured me. Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, maybe two. By the end I was sweating profusely, my muscles stiff from being tense for so long. Ben and Gavin were quiet. All of a sudden, both machines leapt into action – someone must have turned the dials up to their maximum – and screaming into my gag I came again. The machine then went dead.

Ben and Gavin walked over to the table, both smiling and looking very pleased with themselves. “Well,” said Gavin, “we’ve had a fantastic evening so far. How’s yours been? You must be getting pretty thirsty”. He knelt down and let the air out of my gag – a huge relief to be able to move my tongue around. He undid a couple of the buckles and then eased the harness and gag gently from my head. My mouth was completely dry, and I could barely talk. Ben pushed a straw gently between my lips and stroked my forehead soothingly. “Here, drink this” he murmured. “You look like you might overheat”. I sucked on the drink and moved my jaw from side to side as the feeling came back into my jaw. I tried to speak, but my voice was pretty hoarse. “Can you let me out now?” Gavin laughed. “Oh no, we’re not done yet.” Tears welled up in my eyes in despair. “Why me?” I whispered. Ben crouched down, his face in front of mine. “Tell me you’re not enjoying this, that you’ve hated every second, and we’ll let you go now” he said as he continued to stroke my head gently.

I thought briefly and said nothing. Despite my initial shock at the situation, the whole evening had been a fantasy come true – I had never come so much in one evening. I wondered what else they might be planning. I silently closed my eyes.

I felt Ben’s lips gently kiss my forehead, then my cheek and then my lips. He was gentle at first, then teasing, then firm and domineering, then gentle again. As Ben continued to stroke my hair and kiss me, I could feel Gavin down at my crotch, cutting my cock from its prison. Springing free, still stiff from its bondage and from whatever drugs I had been given earlier, Gavin stroked it gently a couple of times and I could feel it twitch in response. As Ben continued to work on my mouth, I felt Gavin’s lips slide down the length of my shaft, his tongue expertly stimulating the tip every so often.

I came again not long afterwards although by now my balls were dry. I thought they would stop then, but no. Gavin carried on occasionally stroking my cock and playing with my exposed balls. At one point he stopped momentarily and I felt a gentle buzzing in my ass and stroking of my nipples before he started his expert sucking again. I tried desperately to hold back against the overwhelming stimulus. But, my brain fizzing in exhaustion, I succumbed and came for the eighth time that evening before I passed out, a grin stretching across my face from ear to ear.

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When I woke, the sun was streaming through the windows. It took me a while to collect my thoughts and to summon the energy to move my stiff and aching limbs. I propped myself on one elbow. No one else was around. I looked around to see myself lying on the plush suede sofa, naked apart from a Mr S leather chastity jock. A small brass padlock held the belt fastened at the front. As I shifted my position I could feel something inside my ass.

I pulled myself to the edge of the sofa and put my feet on the floor. I noticed a chain which ran from my leather jockstrap to a large iron ring bolted into the floor. I felt for where it was attached to the jock and found that it ran to a small hole in the base of the pouch, just in front of where it attached to the ass strap. I stood up and found that the chain would let me move around 3 feet in every direction. Not far enough to get anywhere other than the sofa. I knelt down to inspect the bolt and found the chain padlocked to it. Sucking in my abs as much as I could, I tried to push the belt down over my hips but it was a tight fit and wouldn’t move an inch. I pulled hard at the chain between my legs and an agonising pain shot through my balls. Remembering Gavin mentioning an electric cock ring, I guessed that somehow the chain must be attached to it. I wasn’t going anywhere. Resigned to my fate, I lay down again on the sofa and waited for Ben or Gavin to return…

(c) scubaben / ben69