In Deep (Part 6) - Matt

Part of why I loved tight and restrictive bondage was it forced me to slow down. There was nothing to do, nowhere to go and you had absolutely no control over how long you’d be there. Typically you cycled through a variety of experiences, the intensity building as you did. It usually started out with insane horniness, brought on by the fact you had a sexy Dom tying you down, the immediate realisation that he controls you in every way in that very moment. After a while though, you lose sense of how long you’d been there due to a lack of sensory input. Without sight, muted sense of sound, and no physical inputs beyond the tension of bonds keeping you in place a feeling of weightlessness, your mind is typically drawn to thoughts of submission and service. Occasionally, depending on how comfortable the position was you’d drift off into a form of sleep, coming back to a new peak level of lust and desire given the x-rated dream you'd just had. You’d cycle through this endlessly and it was incredible. Sir knew that I enjoyed this and he’d often tie me up or put me in the sleepsack with a hood and go watch a movie or two nearby, periodically checking on me, sometimes teasing me, or just making sure I was alright without alerting me to his direct attention.

Letting my mind wander back to my current predicament, I wasn’t sure how long I’d been tied to the table, but coming back to the room from trance had been so hot. I thought back on if I’d been there for a while with Sir toying with my mind and continuing to demo his hypnosis skills to Jake, or if I had just been tied down. I had a vague recollection of wearing restraints and sitting at the dining table, but it was incredibly fuzzy. The more I tried to focus on recalling elements of trance the harder the exercise became. It was like a mirage and would vanish if I tried to look directly at it with my mind’s eye. I often found the parts of trance Sir had wanted to hide from a scene were like that, if I could remember any bits of them at all. Conscious effort shortly after trance to recall them was met by a fleeting fog that rolled over whatever bits my conscious mind was able to make out, obscuring it from view. Sir had my subconscious working only for him in those instances, and it was frustratingly obedient. I rewound further and all I came up with was Sir, Jake and I sitting on the couch, chatting about our interests and getting to know one another.

I gave up, knowing that eventually it would all come back to me when I wasn’t focussing so hard on it, the suggestions to forget eroding with the passing time. Sir didn’t usually black out a whole session, usually only a piece or two, That was probably my favourite part of when Sir hypnotised me. It could make the session last for days afterwards, little deleted scenes creeping back in, the curtain pulled back and making me smile, reliving the session again with a new perspective.

I could hear Jake and Sir’s muffled voices, and then shortly after, much more audible, the sound of Jake choking on Sir’s cock. My boner sprang to life and I growled into the gag, thrusting my hips uselessly. Suddenly there was more than just air I was thrusting into. A hand moved up and down my shaft counter to the movement of my hips. After a few strokes it moved down to my balls, rolling them around and giving them a sharp squeeze. I inhaled sharply.

“You’re fine, right boy?” Sir asked me, his voice playful, wanting a reply.

I attempted to say “Yes Sir, very horny” but all that came out with the ball gag was a muffled series of noises, punctuated by sloppy drool bubbling out the corners of my mouth.

“See, I think Matt here is actually getting really turned on while he imagines what I’m doing to you Jake” he continued, still toying with my cock and balls while he did. “Tied up so close by, but unable to join in”.

Sir using other guys was a giant turn on for me and he knew it. We hadn’t talked much about it, and it was a feeling that had evolved out of another I had felt when we had first started playing with a third guy named Tanner a few years earlier. It didn’t matter whether he was doing an online session with a boy while I read a book upstairs, or if we were in bed kissing while a second sub was straddling him, riding his cock. Seeing or knowing he was using other guys and enjoying himself turned me on and made me happy. The feeling was an electrically charged feeling of joy, accompanied by a dash of arousal. It was the antithesis of jealousy, but the two were bedfellows and could easily invite the other if it wasn't afforded the reverence it deserved.

Let’s go pick out some restraints”” I heard Sir say to Jake.

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I could feel Jake's body where it touched mine was slick with sweat. His ankles, which were clipped to my collar, had pulled it tight as he strained against the restraints. He was freaking out. Sir had used this position once before when we were with Tanner, and I knew that Jake’s hands would be near mine, I reached out and felt them, hot and sweaty. I squeezed both his fists, and they slowly opened, I intertwined my fingers with his and gave gentle squeezes. He began to relax and his grip loosened. Sir asked him how he was feeling, and he shocked me by saying he felt good, that it was intense. A few moments later I heard Sir walk away towards the minifridge and crack a beer as he walked back past us on the table. Looked like he was giving Jake a few minutes more to acclimate to the restraints.

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A short while later, horny daydreaming was interrupted by something better. Sir was grabbing cock and balls, pulling up and towards my head, making me arch my back and roll my hips forward. A sensation of water ran down my taint and across my hole. I felt Sir’s finger pushing and he slid in, pushing more and more of the lube into my ass. I moaned and tried to say “Thank you Sir” to no avail.

Sir let go of me, and I settled again, back flat on the table. I felt my collar go tight. “Fuck yes” said Jake. Sir had clearly stopped short of gagging him like he had me, likely not wanting to push too far given the earlier reaction.

“Lets see this hole in action boy, I loved those videos you sent me” Sir said to Jake.

“Oh yes, Sir. Fuck that is big. Go slow.” Jake said in response

“Think you can take it boy?”

“I think you are going to make me Sir - Oh! Fuck, fuck me, Yes, its in, its in!” he practically shouted. I could feel him breathing heavily, my calves up against his ribcage.

“Your turn Matt” said Sir, coming around to the other end of the table and removing my gag. I rocked my jaw back and forth a bit and felt Sir’s hand, now encased in what smelled like a leather glove, cover my mouth and massage my jaw muscles. It felt really good, it must have been a good amount of time I’d been gagged to have been that stiff. I felt something pressing against my ass. I was trying to figure out what toy it was when the head of it entered me. I sighed in pleasure as Sir continued to push it in, I clenched down and pushed onto it more.

Jake moaned “ohhmygodsir” in one continuous string of syllables.

“You boys look so fucking hot right now. I love it.” he paused, then I felt both his hands reach across my chest and grab me under my arms and pulled me back about a half inch. The tension on my wrists increased slightly, and the thin margin of the table that supported my head had vanished, my head hanging back off the table. The tip of his dick pressed against my lips and I flashed a grin before letting him slide into my mouth to the back of my throat. He pumped back and forth, rapidly and first before slowing to long deliberate strokes. I started to work my tongue along the top of his shaft, loving the taste of him. I could tell he was getting close.Then he uttered the familiar command, my conscious mind hanging on just long enough to feel Sir pull out of my mouth and Jake also going limp, his bent legs falling inward, putting gentle pressure on my chest, mine likely doing the same, fading into the deep.