Relationships part 12 of 12

Author: spartan
Title: Relationships, part 12 of 12
Date: 24 December 2013

Marvin helped both Julius and me out of his car, and took the attached chains. We were walking on all fours behind him as he was pulling us. He rang Kevin’s doorbell, and when Kevin opened the door, Marvin started pulling us in. Kevin saw me and said “hello Baker”. I was, of course, gagged and couldn’t speak, so I just glowered at him.

We were pulled into Kevin’s dungeon. When we got there I noticed that there were now two sets of shackles hanging from chains from the ceiling. Kevin saw me notice this and said “Marvin and Habib told me you were coming, so I prepared for your visit.”

Soon Julius had his hands attached to the shackles and was hoisted into the air. Then it was my turn. Marvin undid my cuffs, and with Kevin’s help to make sure I didn’t try to get out of it, he locked my hands into the overhead shackles as well. I was hoisted up into the air.

This was another first for me, hanging by my wrists. It put a lot of pressure on them. I was in a lot of pain from an area that I hadn’t had much pain from before. Soon I heard Marvin whack Julius with a paddle. Then he hit me with it. That hurt, but I reacted more from surprise than from any pain that was caused. Then he hit Julius with it again. Then me again. He hit the same spot, and I noticed the pain more this time. This went on until he had hit each of us 20 times. By then my back was pretty sore.

But this was now the part that I dreaded. I heard Marvin warming up his whip. Then I heard it whistle through the air and land on Julius. I was steeling myself up for the next one, when it hit Julius again. Apparently Marvin had decided not to hit me with it. I heard the next three hit Julius. So Julius got his normal five hits. But then I heard the whip whistle again and it whacked me. Wow, did that sting!

Marvin said “I didn’t want to start you out with too severe a beating, just warming you up to see how you liked it and giving you one whipping. I’ll leave you two here for a rest and go visit with Kevin.”

The pain in my wrists from being hung was pretty severe. My back was hot and sore, but started changing into a pleasant warm feeling as I was hanging there. I began to understand the appeal to people who voluntarily want to be beaten. The problem was with my wrists.

Marvin and Kevin returned to the dungeon. He told me “I’m going to try something different.” He got a plastic bag and a thick rubber band and put the bag over my head, securing it closed with the rubber band on my neck. Then he picked up his paddle and started hitting both of us alternately as he’d done the previous time. All the time while he was hitting me I was running out of air from the bag. It was an interesting sensation being paddled while I was running out of air. Finally when I was just about out, Marvin lifted up the rubber band and the bag and left them above my nose. I was able to breathe again.

Marvin had stopped paddling us until my breathing had resumed being normal. Then he lowered the bag and rubber band again and continued paddling us. He had stopped after whacking Julius 7 times and me 6, and resumed with my 7th. He had just given me my 14th when it was time to lift the bag and rubber band again so I could get some air. Again he stopped paddling until my breathing became normal again before lowering them and resuming his paddling.

After he finished his 20, he lifted my bag and rubber band again to let me get some air. I heard him start to flex the whip again. Then he started in whipping Julius. After the five lashes, he lowered the bag and rubber band again around me and whipped my back. I curled up from that impact. And then he hit me again with the whip. Those I felt more than the 20 paddlings. He waited until I was about out of air before lifting the bag and rubber band again above my nose. Then the two of them left the dungeon.

When they returned later Marvin said “I’m going to try something different again.” I saw them setting up a rope noose where it had been set up before. I started thrashing in my shackles. I didn’t want anything to do with that noose again after what had happened before. Marvin and Kevin just ignored me.

After they’d set the noose up, the two of them lowered me and removed me from the shackles. I tried getting away, but with two against one, particularly Marvin who was so much stronger than me, I didn’t have a chance. They cuffed my hands behind my back and took me over to the noose. They put it around my head which already had the bag and rubber band, tightened the rope, and with Marvin holding me in place, Kevin went to the wall and pulled the rope up until I was standing on the front halves of my feet. My back was facing the same way it had faced when I was in the shackles. They got rope and tied my ankles and knees.

Marvin lowered the plastic bag and the rubber band and put it over me as before. Then he started paddling Julius and me again. This time the only pain I felt was from the paddling. My wrists were out of those shackles, no longer supporting my weight. They still hurt, but not to the extent they had hurt before. So I was better able to concentrate on the paddling. It wasn’t an unpleasant pain, kind of warming.

As before there were three separate paddling series, interrupted by raising the bag to let me get air, before resuming. I kind of enjoyed that, but dreaded the whipping that was coming. I didn’t realize what they had planned.

After Julius had gotten his usual five lashings of the whip, they lowered the plastic gag and rubber band again, and lifted me into the air with the noose. Marvin whacked me with the whip. That caused me to start swaying back in the noose. When I swung back Marvin whipped me a second time. And when I swung back again he whipped me a third time. Then Kevin quickly lowered me down to rest on the front halves of my feet again. I still had air in the plastic bag, and hadn’t passed out from being hung in the air by the noose. Marvin let me get down to near the end of the air before he raised the plastic bag and rubber band.

That was quite a climax to the session. My back hurt from the whippings. I was recovering my breathing from having had it cut off for the tenth time. Marvin said “hanging you again was Habib’s idea. He said that you were able to overcome your fear of having your breath cut off and helped him overcome his fear of doing it again, and thought that you needed to overcome your fear of being noosed again before it became too ingrained in you. Hopefully this succeeded in doing that.”

I wasn’t sure that it did, but at least it didn’t result in almost killing me like the last time did. And I suppose it was good to have gone through it again not long after the bad experience, though I still didn’t particularly like it. But I knew it was Habib’s favorite, so if our relationship was going to continue to move forward, I’ll probably find myself doing it for him.

Marvin and Kevin left Julius and me like we were and went into the front room. They came back, removed the plastic bag and rubber band, and put that rubber swim cap over my head. Then Marvin unlocked and removed my chastity. I was still in the noose standing on the front halves of my feet, hands cuffed behind my back, ankles and knees roped together.

My cock sprung out hard and leaking. I felt a mouth on it again, sucking. I figured that Marvin wanted his reward after all the work he’d done, and I soon erupted. After I’d deflated, the chastity was locked back on. Then I heard Kevin say “thank you, Baker. That was wonderful.”

Damn! So that was Kevin that had sucked me off. That bastard! I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him for what he did to me.

Marvin could see my reaction and said “it’s not healthy to hold anger inside you like that. You’ve got the start of a good relationship with Habib. Don’t let your hatred of Kevin for what he did to you ruin your relationship with Habib. Remember, even though you’ll be visiting Habib every weekend, you’ll be coming here to Kevin’s house every weekend as well.”

He’s right. I’d forgotten about that. My hatred of Kevin could ruin that relationship. I decided to take my cue from Julius. He wasn’t warm with Kevin, but he didn’t harbor hatred like I did. I decided to discuss this with Julius when we were both back at work.

The rest of my stay at Marvin’s went as it had done before we left for Kevin’s. It was enjoyable, different, being in that severe hogtie, but it wasn’t the same as when I was with Habib. When it was time for Julius and me to go, I thanked Marvin for an enjoyable weekend. He asked “how did you like being in that severe hogtie?”

“I kind of liked it. It was a different way of getting my breath control fix satisfied. And there’s some part of me that liked being severely bound like that.”

“Good. Hopefully we can do that some more. How about the beatings?”

“I kind of liked being paddled. But I hated being whipped.”

“Good to know. Habib travels a lot on business, and there will be other weekends when you will be staying with me, assuming Habib doesn’t take you with him on business. That depends on how well your relationship with him continues. You’re always welcome here.”

Julius and I left, returning to our homes. The next day at work he came by. “Did you really mean what you said about enjoying the paddling and being in the severe hogtie?”

“Yes. I answered truthfully. And I hated being whipped.”

“Interesting. I have the same reaction. I wonder if I would also be turned on by the other breath control ways you are.”

“Try them and see. You’ll never know otherwise. But there’s one thing I need help on from you. I know you got shit on by Kevin the same way that I did, but I also noticed that you don’t seem to have any hatred for him like I do when we visit. How are you able to do that?”

“For a long time I did hate him. Then one day I realized that his priorities were what they were, that he valued money above any human relationship. I’ve known other people like that, and I’ve found that I eventually pity them, because they miss out on a large part of what makes life worth living.”

I thought about that. He was right about Kevin. And I’ve known people like that, too, and have pitied them as well. They are never able to have any loving relationship. Julius sat there while I digested this. I finally said, “thank you, Julius, for helping me work this one out. I can’t forgive Kevin for what he did to me, but that helps me get rid of my anger toward him.”

“I heard what Marvin told you, and he’s right. You’ve got a good relationship going with Habib. I heard Habib tell Marvin that he really likes you, that he is hoping to get a good relationship going with you. If you can get past your hatred of Kevin, I think it will benefit you both.”

That got me past my latest conflict, my hatred of Kevin. I no longer harbor that animosity toward him, though I’ll never be close to him again. I looked forward to continuing my life, hopefully with Habib. I wondered again whether that coyote ever found any food so that he could continue his life.

The End

(Author’s note – I had planned to put this up the day after the last part, but had to leave for the weekend and got sidetracked. So I’m sending it to Eckie to put up the day before Christmas. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad or Happy Hanukkah!)