[M4M] A Never-Ending Bondage Story

A bondage hookup on a weeknight probably wasn't the best idea, but Sev just couldn't resist. He'd been talking to a rubber dom on Recon for a couple of days. He was in the same city, had a bit of gear, wasn't old enough to be his father, and seemed serious enough. So when the message came that he was available tonight came through, Sev didn't think too long about it before agreeing. Despite usually being the diligent, responsible type, deep down inside he was a horny freak that wasn't about to say no to spending an evening as a gimp.

From 6pm to well past 10, Sev was covered from head to toe in rubber and so totally immobilized, he couldn't move an inch. 4+ hours was a hell of a long session for first time partners, but horniness made Sev do dumb things, he couldn't help it. Even though the session had already stretched longer than planned, when the other finally got ready to release him, Sev ask to stay bound for juuust another hour or two. And responsible dom probably should have said no in these circumstances, but this one agreed.

It was well after midnight before the rubber hood was pulled off of Sev's sweat-soaked head again. He looked like a tired, disheveled mess, but was still hard as a rock in his suit and undoubtedly enjoying it. "God, you really are a slut for bondage, aren't you?" the other teased, to which Sev could only nod sheepishly, face turning red. "Bet you could last days like that and love every minute of it..." the other continued. Sev didn't deny it; if anything, confirmation was written all over his face. There was a long awkward silence. Sev looked up at the other, and could see a pensive expression, the wheels turning in his head.

The next thing he knew, the other had the hood tugged open at the top of his head once more. "Alright, since you're such an eager little gimp, looks like you're gonna miss work tomorrow and stay rubbered up through the weekend." the other announced. Before Sev could protest, his head was thrust back into the sweaty confines of a sensory deprivation hood. His heart raced, his dick throbbed; this was terrifying, but also probably the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. Despite the danger of the situation, he spent the next few hours in darkness trying to rationalize it to himself. Yeah, spending all of Friday bound in rubber sounded a hell of a lot more appealing than wasting another day of his life working. And then the rest of the weekend on top of that... He'd never spent 3+ days straight as a gimp before and it would be intense, but not exactly unappealing to the little freak that he was... Part of him wanted it so bad. And well, even if he didn't, there wasn't any way out of it at this point either way, aside from begging for release at the next opportunity, which wasn't likely to be for a while now. Eventually Sev convinced himself that he could just make up some excuse for no-showing at work for one day, claim he was real sick or something. It'd probably be fine...

Having mentally made peace with it, Sev embraced another 72 hours of gimphood. The days-long session was steadily wearing him down, but he sported a solid erection for the vast majority of it. Even as it wore on him mentally, it kept him constantly turned on, and there was a sort of comfort in it too. Socially awkward and plagued by anxiety, even long hours in bondage still offered a refuge from the constant stress of day-to-day life.

Sunday evening rolled around, and despite the insatiable high that the unplanned long weekend in rubber produced, Sev was now eager to get out. Literally swimming in sweat, exhausted from three days with less than proper sleep, nor even seeing the light of day. Once again, the hood was pulled from his head, though he was just as quickly blinded again, his vision needing time to adjust from total darkness to even the dim indoor lighting. As the world finally started to come into focus, he could see the other standing over him, holding a bottle of water. It was brought to Sev's lips as soon he was no longer disoriented, and the instinctively began to chug down the cool water, having sweated out far more. Within seconds, it was empty and tossed aside. After a few long, deep breaths, Sev spoke, having the first opportunity to do so in days. "Whew, guess we're finally done, huh?" he said, closing his eyes as a wide grin spread across his face. His expression said everything, he'd had a blast and was quite pleased with himself for having endured the marathon session. That it was so impromptu only made it that much hotter.

But Sev didn't hear a response. A second later, he opened his eyes again, to see the other smiling as well. He stared at the other's face, and began to take notice of more details, an ever so slight smile as the other bit down on his lower lip, their eyes quickly dropping from meeting his own to further down his rubbered form, a nervous fidgeting. Sev's expression morphed from a contented smile to a quizzical stare. "...not quite" the other finally said. Sev's disbelief was momentary, and suddenly his vision began to blur again, before suddenly going black, this time not because of a hood or blindfold, but because he'd passed out.

Hope you enjoyed the post! Thanks for reading if you made it through the whole thing. We can start with Sev waking up, still in gear of course, but with yet more bondage ahead for him. Alternatively we could take it from the top, and play out a scene that proceeds similarly to the one described, starting with gearing up and definitely not ending with being let out at the end.

Either way, if you like what you read, I hope you'll hit me up. Past posts are all still open, or we could do something else entirely.