BANDANA BOY
BB had always been a stroppy pushy bottom. And try as he might, his Master, M, had never really been able to break him. Chastity belts breaking his persistent wanking habit, heavy tit work, whacking his balls, even an attempt at some beating had left BB's resistance intact. And nowhere was this more evident than M's failure to get his fist iside BB's arse.
Sure he could have forced it through, but even after weeks of serious dildo training, BB's arse remained the symbol of his will and his retaining control of the scene. And determined as he was, M knew that forcing his way in would damage his precious partner.
And then J came to stay.
J was a cigar stud from the West Coast whom both BB and M had corresponded with. Unknown to BB, his M and J had agreed a contract. If J could break BB and get him fisted, M would ship him over to the West Coast for J to own and use for a week.
J's plan was simple and it worked. BB is now due on the West Coast later this year.
All BB knew was that he and his Master had a scene arranged and J was calling in.
BB was spread tight in the sling. His arse cleaned out and loosened up. This was routine. His tits had been suctioned till they stood proud and some sharp tight clamps kept them alive, the joining chain resting on his chest. A bandana fastened to the chain kept it in easy reach of his Master to pull on. His balls too stood proud as tightly wound bandanas stretched them out. The foam ball gag kept in place by a bandana mask over his mouth absorbed his moans.
M worked his fingers in and out of BB's arse, as ever reaching the point where BB's arse became a ring of steel. Clearly it was BB's will that needed breaking. After that his arse would surely follow.
BB had become quite hard through all of this and was ready to shoot.
J arrived and M blindfolded him and left him, the tit clamp chain now attached to the suspension frame so that BB's aching tits were pulled this way and that at every movement.
BB heard J and his Master talking quietly. Then the sound of a match and the distinctive aroma as J lit one of his legendary 12inch Maduro cigars. As J and M talked a sharp sting hit BB's balls as J singed hairs off his balls. BB wriggled as much as the tension on his tits would allow. J continued to singe BB's ball hairs, never burning him but always applying enough heat to be effective.
J must have moved around by BB's head because the smoke got stronger. He felt wet breath on his face and then jolted as J clamped his mouth firmly over BB's nose and pumped pure cigar smoke into him. BB knew enough not to resist and managed to take the smoke, snatching gulps of fresh air when he could as J continued to inflate him with the smoke.
J moved away. When he returned he removed BB's blindfold and showed him the instrument of his control. A wide visor gas mask welded to an all-encompassing rubber hood. J positioned the mask tight over BB's head and zipped it up tight behind his head, completing the seal with a wide collar.
"Now you're fucked," J said.
BB realised that attached to the mask was a long corrugated rubber tube. J placed his hand over the end of the tube and BB couldn't breath. His air supply was out of his control. He tensed up, as BB's Master felt immediately, having resumed his place by BB's arse and started the probing again.
"It's no good, J", warned M, "he's tensed up even more now."
"Let's finish this off for now," J replied.
M grabbed some grease and started working BB's cock until it was hard again. After a few strokes J plugged his cigar tight into the breathing tube holding the glowing stogie in front of the visor for BB to see. BB struggled but all he could do was breath in the smoke. The mask filled with smoke and his view of the cigar blurred until only the tip was discernible, glowing in rhythm with his breathing.
When he clearly couldn't take any more J withdrew the cigar and M stopped his stroking.
"Do you want to cum?" asked J.
BB nodded eagerly.
"OK the rules are simple. While this cigar is in the tube, M will keep stroking. When you can't take any more shake your head and I'll remove the cigar. But M will stop stroking as well. No cigar, no cum."
BB's cock bounced with excitement. He didn't know why as the smoke was fierce and his lungs already protesting.
J and M resumed their positions.
After a few more breaths BB once again shook his head to signal that he needed air and J and M stopped.
This routine was repeated a few times.
M was an expert at wanking off BB and knew how to keep him hard and on the edge. BB was sure that M was deliberately keeping him that inch away from cumming.
BB knew too that if he was to end the scene he'd have to keep on smoking the cigar.
J nodded to M and they resumed. But M's stroking was now firmer and more intense. He'd wrapped BB's cock in a bandana, and worked it hard up and down BB's cock, BB's favourite wanking action. BB breathed more and more of the cigar, burniing it down a good three inches until he couldn't cope any more. Just as he felt his lungs would burst along with his head he shot his load.
Fresh air returned to his lungs.
BB fell back, exhausted and drained.
And fucked.
For in that final moment when BB had given up completely, J had slipped his fist into BB's no-longer tight arse.
And he kept it there while BB sank into the sling.
Defeated.
"Now the real fun begins," J and M warned BB with a smile.
God is a magician, Reality His trick, and it's all done with mirrors.