1. Living for Master


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: nunmoreblack, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    had over me as my hands disappeared and became shiny plastic tubes on the ends of my arms. A mask was slipped over my face, which I naturally tried to fight but the hands came from everywhere and I was unable to resist the gas I was being f***ed to breathe. Someone said, ‘That’s it, deeply, this is going to hurt, you need the gas slaveboy.’ My mind began to fog, I never blacked out but everything became warm and numb. I floated on a cloud of erotic experiences and gas. I was aware that my cowboy boots were being removed and something was happening to my feet. I had no perception as to what but in my semi c*** it felt good. People were counting, numbers were being spoken, and all I could do was breathe the gas and accept what ever my fate was going to be. The gas stopped and was replaced by fresh air, its effects became a little less and I was soon more aware of my torso now also being tightly bound to the bench, only my arms were free and they too already had shackles on them but were not yet attached to anything, but were being held firmly by some of the leather assistants. As the facemask was adjusted for a tighter fit, my arms were raised up high above my body and fastened at several points to what I could see was a bar suspended over the bench. The mask for some reason was open to the eyes, but the mouth and nose were well sealed with tubes leading to I knew not where; I was f***ed to breathe whatever came though those invading tubes. I soon tasted the gas again and ...
    began to float on a cloud of ecstasy. Again came the voice in my ears, ‘Breathe deeply, you’re going to need all the gas you can inhale.’ Blindly I obeyed and I felt a rubbered hand starting to explore my hole: probing and prodding, stretching and expanding my 18-year-old boy ass. As the intensity increased I felt my cock get hard again, and began to tense up in case again it was slapped for getting hard. That didn’t happen but my ass was being stretched ever bigger. It felt like the biggest cock in the world was invading me…r****g me. It was now hurting and remembering the mask I inhaled as deep as my bondage would allow my chest to expand. I felt my whole body relax and tense up at the same time. The gas changed and became more acrid and then the smell and taste of it changed completely and I felt my whole body become numb yet with enhanced awareness of what was happening to it. I yelped through the mask as whatever was in my ass plunged deeper and seemed to me now half way inside my guts. In my numb haze I realised I was being fisted for the first time. I was on a high of lust, sex and gas as the intense feeling of fullness and invasion kept growing inside me. I could feel my hole being f***ed wider and wider. I knew it should have been painful but it was pure numb pleasure. I was hornier than I had ever imagined possible. Even the smell of my own shit only served to increase my desire for more of what ever was happening to me. Time stood still as my hole was worked tirelessly ...
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