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Bi-Sexual Male / 34
Evil Hand-jobs
Not easy to connect with guys ready to keep me in my rubber bondage-bag, for say, an entire weekend, but a much older guy I met in a bar encouraged me to talk, saying there was obviously something weighing on me, and he was a good listener...he was indeed, and laughed at my tale of 'woe'...Hell, I'd do that ANY time!, he said, and rashly I took him up on his offer without any sensible questions...
His place was a very average rancher, and he quickly had me helpless, and the "doomsday" main zipper closed all the way, preventing escape without his help. Rope went round my neck, and waist, trapping my arms in a folded position, andf with the mouth zipper closed, leaving me only two small airholes at nose level, protests were unintelligible. Then began the wanking, via the third well-placed zippered opening, snugged tight round my roots, making withdrawal utterly impossible. When he finally allowed me to cum, it was staggeringly intense, draawn out ever so long, until I thought I might even pass out.
As I softened, he exposed my uncircumcised head, and began to gently rub it, in almost unbearable near-pain, as I mumbled ineffectively and tried to squirm away...vaseline or similar was applied, for momentary relief, then my introduction to what I think they call "sadistic masturbation" continued...on and on until I was weeping with frustration, unseen of course.
The second fiendishly prolonged cum was heart attack material, and I think I actually passed out briefly. This torture went on and on, and I couldn't believe it when he asked amiably if I'd had enough, and something drove me to vigorously shake my rubber-sheathed head, and make negative 'mmm-mmm' sounds, much to his amusement.
He assured me this just didn't happen, and I was a very special case, worthy of MUCH more
research...
Smehow I survived, though nearly comatose, and have no memory of how I got back to my place...two weeks later, same bar, same guy, who slapped me on the back, and demanded 'ready for more?'
To my shock, I heard myself say "absolutely"....
His place was a very average rancher, and he quickly had me helpless, and the "doomsday" main zipper closed all the way, preventing escape without his help. Rope went round my neck, and waist, trapping my arms in a folded position, andf with the mouth zipper closed, leaving me only two small airholes at nose level, protests were unintelligible. Then began the wanking, via the third well-placed zippered opening, snugged tight round my roots, making withdrawal utterly impossible. When he finally allowed me to cum, it was staggeringly intense, draawn out ever so long, until I thought I might even pass out.
As I softened, he exposed my uncircumcised head, and began to gently rub it, in almost unbearable near-pain, as I mumbled ineffectively and tried to squirm away...vaseline or similar was applied, for momentary relief, then my introduction to what I think they call "sadistic masturbation" continued...on and on until I was weeping with frustration, unseen of course.
The second fiendishly prolonged cum was heart attack material, and I think I actually passed out briefly. This torture went on and on, and I couldn't believe it when he asked amiably if I'd had enough, and something drove me to vigorously shake my rubber-sheathed head, and make negative 'mmm-mmm' sounds, much to his amusement.
He assured me this just didn't happen, and I was a very special case, worthy of MUCH more
research...
Smehow I survived, though nearly comatose, and have no memory of how I got back to my place...two weeks later, same bar, same guy, who slapped me on the back, and demanded 'ready for more?'
To my shock, I heard myself say "absolutely"....
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