Your fantasy (my pleasure)

[Boon]

One day, I am browsing a novelty store and find a low grade chastity belt. I pick it and a few other things up just for fun and drive home. After sitting at my computer for a while on CDG, I decide to try it on, and get amazingly hot at the idea. I try it on and it hurts in a very hot way. I can't jack off or get hard but I am amazingly turned on. I Put a vibrating banana (that I had also picked up earlier in my ass til I can barely take it. The pressure and anticipation without being able to jack off is almost too much. In my lustful thoughts I find a rape/asphixia fantasy. I pump the banana in as fast as I can, and am gasping at how much I want to jack off. I quickly pull a swimcap I had handy onto my head and some latex underwear up my hips. I shove the banana as violently as I can, as far as it can get up my nearly virgin anus, and pull the tight latex briefs up. The banana is trapped up my ass and my penis is struggling against my chastity belt, begging me to take it off, but it is too late now. I pull the Swimcap over my face and breath as deep as I can. The latex clings to my face. I cuff some fuzzy handcuffs to my wrists behind the chair, and just enjoy the sensations in my ass and restrained penis. I buck hard on my computer chair as I realize what I have done. I have no key for the cuffs behind my back. I can't even stand up. I try to breathe the cap off of my face, but it goes out and comes back in and down my throat. It is not coming off I realize. I am realizing that I have really killed myself this time. I have gone too far, and while I am horrified at the thought of dying, I am surprised at how horny the thought makes me. I Buck madly, struggling for life as well as an orgasm which seems like it can never be through my chastity belt. The banana in me in pressed firmly against my prostate and is vibrating at its maximum setting. I suck in again, and am lost in the smell of latex and ecxtacy. A thought comes to me suddenly. I imagine the person who will find me here like this. I am new to the area and not well known. My landlords are on vacation for three months. I think of a handyman or just any average person finding me. I picture them in my head. They look just like you. I see them ravaging my body, abusing it, taking advantage of it in any way they wish. Dressing it up and enacting executions with it. If I could come, I really would at the thought in my head of you taking me. I feel the world getting hazy, and all I can smell is the latex now. It is cramming down my throat with each inward breath. I realize what I want to happen after I am gone and try to struggle into position. I fall forward on the floor and the chair goes spinning away. I land face first with myass in the air. My legs are scrunched under me and I try to position my ass in an inviting way. My hands are behind me in their fuzzy pink handcuffs. As I feel things start to fade to black, I use them to spread my asscheeks apart in my latex underwear. (Whoever finds me, I want them to get the message immediately.) I realize my next movement will be my last, so I suck in breath as deep as I can. The latex clings to my face as this last action completes my new look as your latex clad death doll. As my eyes roll up in their latex hood, I picture how hard you are going to ravage me, and I die with a smile behind my latex death mask...

The next part should be written by you Enjoy

In case you need a visual for this story, I am a very slim but athletic, handsome 20 something. I have long brown hair and brown eyes (and am down with any fantasy that you want to use my body for). Be creative, or be rough and visceral.

 

[9jfrogger]

It is dark, but I am still feeling my heart pounding in my chest trying to keep me alive... I'm not aware of much else, except that last deep breath I could get seems to be the reason I am still able to think...maybe this is being dead? How long can my brain work....?

Various thoughts pop up in my thinking, not all of them are related to my situation... then I start to feel as though I am flying upward... maybe I am leaving my body now....it is a odd detached feeling...

My next awareness is hot air is pushing down my throat and into my oxygen starved lungs... then it happens again, and I gasp, choking on it, my body jerks involuntarily. In another moment I know that someone's mouth is pressing on mine again and forcing more air down my throat... I choke again, then the latex cap snaps across my mouth, sealing off the air flow! I try to move but my arms are behind me.

I realize slowly that I am sitting in the chair again, with my arms behind me still locked into the handcuffs!

My nose is pinched, and then I can feel the cool room air again, and I can breath through my nose. The cap has been cut as I can feel a flap of it in front of my nose as I suck in as much air as possible. As I exhale it blows the flap outward, and then back in again as I inhale deeply...

"Well bud, it looks like you were trying to do something here weren't you... guess you might be lucky that I chose your place to rob this evening... well - maybe you're not so lucky after all..."

I don't know the voice but it sounds like a guy in his 30's or so. Now I am having a panic attack, I can't see anything, he is controlling my breathing, and I am trapped in a chair! Pretty obvious what was going on before he broke into my place.

"Well, bud, lets see what you are all about...." I hear a click near my ear, then a sharp cold point lands on my chest, just below my throat. Oh boy, here it comes I think. He does'nt say any thing but slowly moves the sharp point down my chest, and I feel my t-shirt pulling against my sides, then as the blade travels down my chest, it cut the shirt open. I suck in my abs to keep from getting cut.

"Hmmm... so far very nice.... nice abs bud! looks like you take your workouts pretty seriously.."

Now the blade is on my left shoulder and traveling upward, cutting the fabric, sometimes pulling up on it to rip through a seam, now across my neck and down to the other shoulder, and with a final pull the whole front of the shirt is gone. While this is going on, the bananna in my ass is humming away and my dick is getting harder in its cage...

" Now those are some nice pecs and biceps bud... yes sir, I like young pecs, flawless skin that mound up so nice...a shame you wanted to off yourself without enjoying some fun first !"

I test my bonds, maybe I can slip the handcuffs off. The action makes my pecs bunch up, and as hard as I try, my arms are locked tightly behind my back. I try changing my posture as I struggle, but I don't have enough air yet to do much. My chest is heaving and my arms behind my back force it upward and outward as my visitor stands in front of me. Or is he behind me? My struggling is making me sweat, inside the cap I am hotter than hell, and I can feel sweat popping up on my chest and abs.

"Keep it up bud! you are a regular young show stopper! I love to see a young guy like you sweating in a workout... see those muscles just working so hard but not going anywhere."

I stop for a moment, my chest heaving with my labored breathing. My pecs are burning with the strain.. then I feel the sharp point of his knife on my left pec. It drags down slowly to where my out thrust nipple is and stops. The point digs into the hot pulsing skin...

"Lets have some fun now instead of thinking about suffocating" he says, "course I could pinch off your air too..."