Relationships part 9 of 12

Author: spartan
Title: Relationships, part 9 of 12
Date: 18 December 2013

After another hour or so, Kevin and Habib returned. They released me from the ropes around my legs and the noose around my neck. The straitjacket straps were pulled tight again around my neck, this time one notch tighter so that I was starting to choke quite a bit. The metal collar was put back on with the chain attached, my chastity was put back on with my cock put back into my pants, and we went into the living room, me being pulled by the chain. We all sat down on the sofa and Kevin turned on the VCR. What I saw this time shocked me.

The movie being shown was of me. It started with me removing my clothes after I got to Kevin’s house and starting to put on all that gear that was stretched out on the bed. My face was clearly shown, and it was clearly me. It was followed by my sucking Kevin’s cock, with me even looking up at the camera when I heard that strange noise. It ended with my being hung into the air with my cock erupting streams of cum.

After it ended, Habib said “he’s very photogenic. You could get a lot of money peddling that to porn sites.”

On hearing that I immediately looked at Kevin. He said “I’ve made a business arrangement with Habib. He will now be your master, and you are to obey his every wish. From the looks of how you respond to his desires, you will be enjoying this as well. You will be reporting to him every Friday night, and every time you have any vacation. Just make sure you do. We would hate to have to send this video, as well as some stills we have taken, to your company. I don’t think you want us to do that.”

I started to shake my head violently back and forth. Kevin came over and took off the duct tape and removed the ball gag. “So we have your agreement, then?”

“Kevin, I thought you loved me. You said you did. How can you do this?”

“Because I need the income this will bring me. Believe me, this isn’t easy for me. I was starting to fall in love with you. I couldn’t allow that to happen, so I had to cut off our relationship. But you’ll have someone in Habib that can do what turns you on.”

“I wanted that relationship. I needed that relationship. I thought finally I had found someone that I loved and who loved me in return. The sex was nice, but only because it was with someone I loved. I don’t know Habib. Having sex with him will mean nothing if I don’t have a relationship with him.”

“I have to look after my needs first.”

“So Julius was right after all.”

“What’s that? Did Julius tell you that this is what I did?”

I realized that I was getting Julius in trouble, but I didn’t care. “Yes. He told me that this is what you would do, but I didn’t believe him. I thought you loved me, and didn’t see how you could have faked the emotion you showed me.”

“I didn’t fake it. As I said, I can’t allow my emotions to interfere with my business. But I’ll have to tell Marvin. Julius must be punished. We can’t have anyone telling another person about what we do. Julius has a vacation coming up. He won’t be enjoying it.”

With that, my ball gag was strapped back on, duct tape was wound around my head again, and the hood was put back on. The straitjacket straps around my neck were loosened. I was pulled back to the dungeon and placed under the noose. It was put around my neck, and my legs were once again secured with rope. I was again pulled up to the position I was left in for those hours of waiting. But I wasn’t pulled back into the air. At least, not initially. I had anticipated that I would be, but when nothing else happened, I started relaxing. That’s what they were waiting for, and they quickly pulled me into the air.

With my cock being in chastity, I tried getting hard, but couldn’t. I wanted to, but they didn’t want me to. I was resigned to having to go through this on a regular basis, now. I still didn’t like it, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I was kept in the air until I passed out. When I came to, there was a change. Apparently Kevin and Habib had a discussion and decided to try something different.

The straps for the straitjacket neck part were once again pulled and buckled very tightly closed so that my breathing was again somewhat restricted. And the noose was again around my neck, only this time over the leather straitjacket neck part. When they saw that I was again awake, they started pulling me up this way. The pressure of the noose didn’t seem to restrict my breathing any further over those thick leather straps. And the noose couldn’t move further up my neck due to the leather hood strap. So I was able to maintain consciousness.

I could hear Kevin and Habib quietly conferring over this discovery. Then Kevin came up and started playing with the tit clamps which were still on my nipples. I started yelling into my gag from the pain of this, but no sound came out. Finally Kevin removed my cock from the pants and took off the chastity. It immediately got hard. Kevin started sucking it with me hanging there in the air. In no time I erupted down his throat.

After I had subsided, Kevin said “that was for memories of our relationship. I had to get one more in before we part. Thank you, Baker, for the great time we had.”

Just then there was a knock at the door. Kevin went to answer it, and came back with Marvin and Julius.

Marvin said “time for Julius’ weekly session. But wow, what have you got here?”

Kevin said “you remember Baker, don’t you? He was in the cage last weekend when you were here. And I think you already know Habib, Baker’s new master.”

Julius, on hearing this, looked over to me and nodded his head in that ‘I told you so’ way.

Kevin saw this, understood, and said “Julius, I understand that you told Baker about the arrangement I have with Marvin regarding you. You know you weren’t to tell anyone about that. When your vacation starts shortly Marvin will have to teach you not to blab.”

Julius already had the ball gag covered with duct tape, and started shaking violently when he heard this. Marvin quietly said “I think we’d better get started, Julius.” He started attaching Julius’ wrists to the overhanging shackles. Kevin and Habib left the dungeon, and I soon started to hear the unmistakable ‘whack’ sound. I thought ‘poor Julius’. Then I thought ‘poor me’. I’m now confined to a life of having my breathing cut off, including being hung by my neck. At least I’ll be able to get my rocks off from it. But that’s scarce compensation for what Kevin and I had going. I also realized that I was going to have to start wearing either high-collared shirts or turtle neck sweaters* to work to hide the rope and cord marks. My having finally found that someone special sure turned sour. I felt like that coyote who had finally been lured up to the human with a small sample of food, only to be chased away.

Soon Kevin and Habib returned. They were talking as they entered. Kevin said “interesting idea. Let’s try it and see.”

They lowered me down and removed the noose. They undid the neck straps on the straitjacket. They put a plastic bag over my head and closed the neck straps again, tight as before. Then they put the noose around my neck and raised me back up again. My cock was still in chastity. Soon the air started running out in the bag. Both Kevin and Habib were standing in front of me watching. Even Marvin stopped to watch. As the air was running out I started thrashing around. Habib was getting excited. Kevin reached down and unzipped Habib’s pants, pulling out his hard cock that was leaking pre-cum. He started sucking Habib off, who quickly started erupting into Kevin’s mouth. All this time I was running out of air.

I was getting frantic. They couldn’t hear any yells that I made. I wasn’t sure if they would be able to remove the bag in time to get me some air, preoccupied as they were. Finally Marvin, of all people, poked a hole in front of my nostrils so I could breathe. Kevin and Habib were still fully engrossed in what they were doing. When I started thinking back on what could easily have happened, I started shaking like a leaf.

To be continued

• What we Americans call turtle neck sweaters Brits call polo neck sweaters. I don't know what people in other countries call them.