Relationships part 10 of 12

Author: spartan
Title: Relationships, part 10 of 12
Date: 19 December 2013

When Kevin and Habib had finally finished what they were engrossed in, Marvin laid into them. “What are you guys thinking? If I hadn’t poked a hole in that bag, Baker would have died. How would you have explained that to the authorities? What would happen to your little arrangement then, Kevin?”

Both Kevin and Habib looked at me shaking like a leaf, and started lowering me down. They removed the noose and bag, and removed all the restraints. I couldn’t even stand. I was still shaking uncontrollably. The two helped me sit down. I buried my face in my hands, trying to regain my composure.

No one spoke for some time. Finally Habib said “I’m sorry, Baker. I wasn’t thinking.”

I’d finished shaking, and immediately shot a look at him and said “Sorry? You’re sorry you almost killed me? If Marvin hadn’t happened to be here and acted, I would have died. Would you have said ‘you’re sorry’ to my corpse?”

Habib just hung his head. I turned to Marvin and said “Thank you for saving my life.”

Kevin said “I think we’d better end the play session with Baker.” Turning to Habib he said “you’d better take Baker to your home.”

I said “I’m going back to my home.”

“Remember that if you don’t report to Habib’s house on Friday we’ll send the pictures to your company.”

“I almost died. Compared to that, losing my job would be a lot easier to deal with.”

Habib said “I’ll make sure that won’t happen again.”

“How can I believe you mean it? You were clearly concerned about satisfying your cock more than in saving my life.”

Kevin said “At least you learned something about yourself today, what type of activities you enjoy the most.”

“I doubt if I will be able to respond any more since I’ll always be thinking about what almost happened a few minutes ago.”

Kevin didn’t respond to that, and the brief silence was broken with Habib quietly saying “I doubt if I will be able to respond any more as well since I’ll always be thinking that I almost caused another person’s death.”

Kevin said “remember, Habib, you signed the contract. You are obligated to pay me each month.”

“Oh don’t worry, Kevin, you’ll get your precious money.”

“And Baker, you need to know where Habib lives.”

“It doesn’t sound like we will be wanting to get together for any breath control play for some time.”

Habib replied, “true, but at least we can try to get to know each other better.”

I was starting to like Habib. I certainly had lost whatever love I had had for Kevin. I said “Okay. Give me your address. I’ll come by Friday night and we can just hang out and get to know each other better.”

“Good. I’ll write down my address and directions for how to get there. I’m looking forward to trying to let you get to know that I’m not the terrible person I came across as being today.”

With Habib’s address, I left. I noticed that Julius was taking all this in without reacting in any way. I wondered if he would say something to me at work next week.

When I got home I tried my best to lose myself in television to try to get my mind off what almost happened. But when I retired to bed I couldn’t help but remember, and I couldn’t get to sleep. It wasn’t until the middle of the night when I finally dropped off.

The next day was Sunday, another day off. When I got up in the morning I noticed rope and cord marks on my neck. I tried on a couple of cotton turtlenecks that I had, but they didn’t go high enough on my neck to hide the marks. I had two wool turtlenecks that were high enough, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to wear wool to work, since those got pretty warm. But they were the only clothes I owned that hid the marks. I realized I was going to have some shopping to do.

Later that afternoon the phone rang. It was Habib, checking to see if I was okay. I told him that I had a difficult time falling asleep, thinking about what happened, and he said that he couldn’t sleep at all, thinking about it, too. It was nice of him to be concerned about me.

At work the next day, as expected, I was pretty warm in the wool turtleneck. No one seemed to pay any attention to my attire, except Julius. When he saw me he understood immediately. He asked if I was okay, and I said that I was. He said “I’ve never had any experience that was that harrowing … yet.” The implications of that last word were pretty clear. I asked him for Marvin’s phone number so that I could thank him again for saving my life and to explain about Julius’ concern about me, which is why he said something about Kevin. He gave it to me.

When I got home I called Marvin and thanked him again. I asked him if there was anything I could do to help repay him, and he again said “try some impact play. You might like it, and it won’t be life-threatening like breath control play is.”

That last remark shot home. “I’ll certainly think about it, and I’ll give you a call if I decide to do it.” Then I said “my relationship with Kevin was the first I’ve ever had, and I thought it was a permanent one between lovers. Julius realized this, knew that I was going to be in for a big, sudden crash when I found out what Kevin was like, and tried to help cushion the blow when it came by telling me about his fling with Kevin. If it weren’t for that, Julius would have said nothing to me. He was just trying to help a fellow victim of Kevin.”

“I realized that, and I don’t plan to be hard on Julius during his vacation. But I’ll have to maintain the pretense with Kevin that I was. So don’t blab about that.”

I chuckled, and said I wouldn’t. It’s interesting how I was starting to be friends with both Marvin and Habib, and even Julius, and I now hated Kevin.

By Friday night my mood was much better, since I now thought about Marvin and Habib and forgot about Kevin. I had recovered enough to consider trying some more breath control play, though not noosing. I don’t think I will be ready for that again for a long, long time, if ever. Habib, though, was still pretty depressed. I found it interesting that it was me who was trying to lift his spirits, when it was me who was the victim.

We started hitting it off pretty well, sharing our likes and dislikes of food, movies, books, types of people, and life in general. Pretty soon we were starting to be attracted to each other. I was the one who was making the moves on a reluctant Habib. I finally asked him “could you try some breath control on me now that doesn’t involve noosing?”

He stiffened, and seemed to shrink back away from me. I grabbed his hand, and said “I still crave it, but I don’t want to be noosed again. I would appreciate it if you could satisfy my craving for the other kinds.”

He thought a minute, and started getting ready. I removed my now normal wool turtleneck sweater, one of several I’d recently purchased, and sat on a chair. He brought some ropes over and secured me to the chair. He brought a ball gag and duct tape, and gagged me as I’d been before. He unzipped my pants and brought out my cock, which was starting to get hard. Finally he brought a cord, got behind me, wrapped it around my neck, and started pulling it tight. He seemed reluctant at first, and didn’t get it very tight, checking to see if I was still breathing okay, but he finally got it tight enough to restrict my breathing, and I erupted.

After quickly removing the cord, he hugged me and said “thank you for being willing to let me do that to you. I wasn’t sure I could ever do that to another person again.”

He removed the duct tape and the ball gag, and I replied “thank you for doing it in the cautious, attentive manner in which you did. I still crave that.” As he started to remove me from the chair, I said “leave me tied to the chair and gag me again. Maybe later I’d like that done to me again.” He not only did what I requested, but added a leather hood with nose holes only. I started getting hard.

That was the start of another weekend of breath control for me, one that I enjoyed very much. I found another way that I liked, when Habib put a rubber swim cap over my face. I realized that I was going to like being with Habib every weekend now. We even slept together, me in his leather sleep sack, gagged and duct taped and covered by leather hood with nose holes only. After Habib pulled the strings and straps tight, I was snug inside and slept well. I’d completely forgotten about the events of last weekend, and about Kevin. I was starting to look forward to an enjoyable future with Habib.

To be continued