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Doorbell Adventures A story by muxmaster
part 2
I lay naked, tied up and gagged on the floor of the living room in the house of a stranger. So what could I do? The only things that were not padlocked were the belt around my belly and the head harness. First I tried to somehow open the belt. But there was no way to reach the buckle with my arms on my back. I rolled and wiggled back and forth, tried to get in every possible position, but with no effort. The belt stayed snug around my stomach. Then I started working on my head harness. I tried to scratch it on the floor which was the only thing I could reach. Some buckles were on the back side of my head, so I tried to turn around. Not even that worked. After what seemed like an hour I had gained nothing at all. I still lay there on my stomach, tied, cuffed, locked, gagged, moaning and now drenched in sweat. And even worse, I got hungry. The only effect of all my wiggling was the constant stimulation of my cock. At least that was great. I stopped trying to free myself and now just moved my hips. Maybe I could at least reach orgasm.
I closed my eyes and moaned into the penis gag. It was difficult, I was working hard, but finally I felt my cock coming closer to orgasm. But when I had almost reached climax, I heard steps. The man was coming down again. He came to me, said no word and grabbed my neck, pushing my head to the ground.
"Mmmmphhh!"
Then he opened the padlock securing my feet to my back so I could stretch my legs. The chain between my feet was still attached though. He grabbed me by the leather running down my back and pulled me up until I stood on my feet again. He saw my throbbing stiff willy that leaked some precum and it seemed like a faint smile was on his face for a second. Then he pushed me violently forward towards the staircase heading for the cellar. Due to the chain between my legs it was hard to take the steps. Slowly we went down into the dark. I tried to resist but with no chance at all. I was in great fear.
Down in the cellar he opened a door and pushed me in. He switched the light on and I couldn't believe my eyes. I was in a perfectly equipped bondage cellar. The room was full with all the furniture one could imagine. Bondage tables, crosses, chairs, cages, a bed, a lot of metal devices etc. Chains were hanging from the ceiling. The walls were covered with items like gags, dildos, butt plugs, cuffs, whips and all the other stuff one could think of. I stood there in sheer horror. I imagined all those things used on me. How stupid have I been to trust a stranger from a chat room? Nobody knew where I was. Nobody could help me.
My captor, this tall strong man, did not care about these thoughts. He pushed me further until we reached a device that looked like a gynecological chair. It had something like a seat in which one was half lying, half sitting, two armrests on each side and two extensions where the legs should go in stretched wide apart. Without warning the man lifted me up from the ground and smashed me into the seat. I screamed into my gag while he buckled a thick leather strap across my waist securing me to the chair. Then he took off my ankle cuffs and fastened my legs to the extensions of the device. Leather straps went around my ankles, below and above my knees and around my thighs. My legs were now completely immobilized and bent far apart. My butt was openly accessible. Then he opened the cuff holding my right wrist at my back and fastened my right arm to the armrest with leather straps at my wrist and at the upper arm. When he was finished with my left arm as well, he unbuckled my remaining collar and put the leather piece away which had encaptured me for at least an hour. But my neck was not free for long. With one last leather strap he fastened it to the chair and I was completely immobilized. I could not move an inch. My torso, my arms, my legs, everything was tightly fastened to the chair. I felt completely helpless and for the first time, there was nothing nice about it. The arousal was gone, my penis was getting soft. It was something, my captor was obviously aware of. As soon as he finished tying me up, he took my cock in his hand and started pumping. I tensed against my bonds and moaned, not sure if I should like it or not. In no time I was stiff again. The man kept going until I felt the upcoming orgasm. But before I had a chance to release my sperm, the man stopped. I tried to protest and begged with my eyes to make him continue. But he didn't. He just looked at my cock as it slowly lost power. Finally, when it was almost soft, he started rubbing again. It just took a few strokes and I was rock hard again. But still I was not allowed to cum. For some reason the guy knew exactly when to stop before I got any chance releasing the pressure in my balls. This time it took much longer until my penis was soft again, but the man waited for it until he started rubbing again. This procedure went on for at least half an hour. It was frustrating. It was a torture. I hated this guy. In the end my arousal was overwhelming and my cock stayed constantly hard no matter how long he stopped rubbing. Finally he took off his hands. Instead, he attached some wires and electrodes to my cock at the head and base. Another electrode was pushed into my butt and one last into my urethra. It was painful and I wiggled helplessly around to get away from that pain. Of course it was useless. The man connected the wires to some electronic device, smiled at me, switched the light off and went out of the room.