Relationships part 8 of 12

Author: spartan
Title: Relationships, part 8 of 12
Date: 17 December 2013

I awoke the next morning to the sound of Kevin stirring, getting out of his sleep sack arrangement. He left the room and I could soon hear and smell the sounds of breakfast being fixed. He returned with it, and fed me after removing the coverings on my mouth and head. When he was finished, he said “I’ve purposely not gotten into the breath control aspects that turned you on last weekend. I put on the movie last night so you could see the various ways this can be done. I’ve asked a friend of mine who is advanced in this to come by and give you a much better experience with this than I could do.”

“But Kevin, the main enjoyment for me is that it is you who is doing it to me.”

“Wait until you experience what this guy has to offer, and then see whether having me do it made that much difference to you.”

Kevin took the dirty dishes out and cleaned them up. He came back to my room, and almost immediately the doorbell rang. After letting the visitor in, they both came into the bedroom where I was still lying down. Kevin introduced me to his friend Habib. I obviously was in no position to shake hands.

Kevin told Habib the movie that we had watched last night. Habib started mentioning the various ways that someone could have their breath cut off. He said that he loved doing that to guys, and that he had his particular favorite way. He said that Kevin wanted him to try out the various ways on me to find out which I preferred.

I looked at Kevin quizzically, and Kevin just nodded his head and said “trust me on this. Try them out and see what you prefer.” I was a little apprehensive, but was in no position to turn these guys down.

Kevin said “we’ve already tried out having a hood on with pinholes only at the nose, with me putting my fingers over the nostrils to cut off his air. He responded amazingly quickly to that.”

“Then we won’t need to try that one, since we already know the result. I’ll go get my gear and we’ll start trying other methods out.”

Habib came back carrying a suitcase. He opened it, and I could see various forms of cutting off someone’s air supply. He first put on a pair of gloves, and pulled out a cord. He went behind me and started to put it around my neck.

Kevin said “wait. I need to take his cock out of chastity first as well as unstrapping and loosening the leather part of the straitjacket around his neck.”

“Of course. Silly me. I was too anxious to get started.”

After my cock was out of chastity, Habib wrapped the cord around the top of my neck and started pulling it tight. I could feel my air supply being cut off. It was getting harder and harder for me to breathe. My face was probably getting red. And my cock was getting hard. Kevin put his mouth over it, and soon I was erupting. When that happened, Habib removed the cord.

He said “that’s another one that turns him on. I think we’d better wait for him to reload before trying the next one. I need to set something up in the dungeon, so I’ll go do that now.”

I wasn’t so sure I was liking this, even though I had erupted. But I was finding out more about myself. Before I lay back down, Kevin strapped the ball gag back on and covered it with duct tape. So I was going to have to now breathe only through my nose.

Later the two came back. Habib pulled out a little box which he proceeded to attach to the back of my neck with a cord reaching around my neck. He said “this is a modern version of an old-time Spanish instrument called a garrote. It was used during the inquisition time, and was what the Spaniards used to kill Montezuma. That version would cause the spinal cord to break to cause death, but this version is made differently to prevent that happening. This one causes gradual strangulation when you turn the handle at the back. He started turning the handle, which cause the cord to get tighter and tighter around my neck. I finally couldn’t breathe, and my cock erupted again into Kevin’s mouth.

Habib loosened it and removed it, and I was able to resume breathing again. I lay back down to get some more rest. Kevin and Habib moved out to another room.

After about an hour, they were back again. This time Habib pulled out a plastic bag and put it over my head, pulling the neck straps of the straitjacket tightly over the bottom of it and buckling them. It took about a minute for the air to run out of the bag and for me to start to get panicky from not being able to breathe. Up went my cock and shot off again into Kevin’s mouth, just before I passed out. Kevin and Habib looked at each other and both smiled and nodded. They both left the room again.

They were soon back. Kevin took me to his dungeon. They walked me up to a hanging noose. This was something I didn’t want done, and started objecting. They both laughed and forced me underneath it, bringing it down to put around my neck. While one held me in place the other tied rope around my ankles and knees. Then the roper went over to the wall and pulled the rope up until I was on the front halves of my feet. The rope was tight around my neck, and my cock was sticking out hard.

Kevin said “you obviously won’t be used to this, and will need a little time to get used to it. So Habib and I will leave you here while we get some lunch.” With that, they left.

I thought ‘how could anyone get used to this?” Kevin soon came back and tightened the straps from the straitjacket neck piece over the noose rope. Then he left again.

I didn’t see how tightening the straitjacket part would prevent the noose from tightening. Maybe it would provide a little protection.

The two were away for at least an hour. When they came back, Kevin said “it’s time to see whether you enjoy being hung.”
Habib said “I hope you do, because hanging guys is my favorite.”

My cock had softened somewhat, but was still not soft by any means. Both of them went over to the other end of the rope, which was tied to the wall, and undid it. They started pulling on it to lift me into the air. The noose tightened around my neck, as I was afraid it would do, and I was soon on my tiptoes. Then I was in the air with nothing for my feet to rest on. They kept pulling me up until I was about a foot off the floor.

My head was spinning, my eyes were dry and starting to bug out, and my throat was getting very dry. And my cock was hard and leaking. In a matter of about 10 seconds it erupted full, sending rope after rope of cum into the air. I was just about to pass out when they lowered me back down. I couldn’t even stand when they did that, but I didn’t have to, because they left me like I had been left while they had lunch.

Kevin said “that was the strongest reaction yet. You obviously like that.”

Habib said “I want to see a second reaction before I decide.”

“Okay. We’ll be back again in an hour or so to do that to you again.”

I was shaking my head back and forth to indicate that I didn’t want that done again, but they ignored me. So I had to stand another hour or so on the front halves of my feet before being hung again. And what did Habib mean about deciding? I figured that Kevin wanted him to come back again in the future to do these things to me again.

In an hour, three people came in. The third guy had a still camera which he focused on me. I started to get a bad feeling about this, and looked at Kevin. Reading my thoughts, Kevin said “I want to start a scrapbook of our relationship, including your evolvement into the world of bondage.” I decided it made sense.

Habib and Kevin repeated the process, and I responded accordingly, erupting more streams of cum. The camera guy got good still shot s of me doing that. They lowered me down again to the same point I’d been kept in while in that dungeon while awaiting being hung, and the three of them left. I heard Habib say “you’ve got a deal.”

To be continued