Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 00:30:44 -0700
From: Kenji De Sade <babiesonyourface@gmail.com>
Subject: Blink: Five

The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely
unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to
probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not
transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual
sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer
pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you find, on the other
hand, that you are quit the purveyor of perversion and that this particular
story seems to get your rocks off, please feel free to contact the author,
Kenji De Sade via e-mail at kenjidesade@gmail.com. Thank you.

Five

Before the last few days Jeremiah had never even thought of it. This newly
overwhelming want he was developing seemed entirely inconceivable. He could
feel his loins tightening at the thoughts he was having, his muscles
quivering in anticipation. His prostate and cock were both abuzz with
sensitivity. As his stomach let out a slow and low rumble, his body
shivered ever so slightly and his excitement gained intensity to match. It
was like waiting to open up the biggest present under the tree on Christmas
morning, waiting to take the first bite out of a cheesecake you just made
fresh, or more aptly, the car ride home after you've spent a night flirting
and hinting at the sex you know you're about to have. It was the absolute
knowledge that when his bowels, in only a few moments, finally allowed his
waste to move out of his unhindered rectum and into his thick wet diaper it
would bring him completely over the edge.

This concept was not entirely lost on Jeremiah. He'd had his fare share of
darkly depraved fantasies, many containing bits and pieces of his most
recent tribulations, which was in it self constantly haunting
Jeremiah. Rather it was the fact that these feelings were so alien to him,
so obviously manufactured, that settled him with such deep unease. As
though someone had gone inside his mind and simply told it to react in a
new way. The image briefly came to him that his brain was a computer and
the rubber clad man was a hacker whom had simply found a way to log on and
re-code its software. The idea of being so readily changed plainly felt
wrong. Jeremiah knew this couldn't be possible. There was no way someone
could just implant new emotions and reactions into people. He wasn't sure
if the reasons they couldn't were scientific or spiritual, in fact he
couldn't actually think of any reasons, he just knew people shouldn't be
able to do this to other people. Regardless, as he moaned loudly,
vocalizing the pain of the cramping he'd been feeling in his guts, he felt
the hollow steel plug, holding his hole wide open, shift within his anal
passage rubbing his prostate as his shit began to make it's way through and
his excitement built.

Standing on all fours, paused in wait, Jeremiah found himself staring at
his bound form in the new large mirror which was now the only object in the
room. He did not necessarily want to look at himself at this moment. In
fact seeing him self there as he was, diapered, restrained, gagged and
looking so frightened was one of the last things he wanted to witness. The
sight of his situation only reminded him of its futility and permanence,
making his inability to escape more solid in his mind. Yet his natural
curiosity kept him from being able to look away. Jeremiah could not help
starring at his body as it gave in to the feelings being forced upon it. He
watched the sweat form along his skin as his pulse rose and his intestines
undulated beneath.  He waited staring into his own eyes in anticipation of
witnessing the event about to come. Despite how much debasement he felt at
his own loss of control, he wanted to watch himself as his body convulsed
and became empty. He wondered for a brief moment if this desire wasn't also
a manifestation of someone else's will rather then his own, before his
thoughts were blown the way of the wind by the sudden rise in force of his
internal convulsions.

The feeling of his own feces pushing their way through his system and out
of his unblocked sphincter was accentuated, even magnified, as he felt the
strangest orgasm he had ever had in his life build in time with the bowel
movement.  The odd feeling of his seminal fluids as they pushed through his
already filled urethra, nearly mimicking the feelings he felt at his ass as
his shit filled the diaper, was an entirely new sensation for Jeremiah. The
hindrance within his own cock seemed to dampen the fog his mind would
normally be in during an orgasm, as though it's yield to his seminal fluids
was somehow related to his ability to truly release and let go. The smooth
warm feelings of pleasure were painting themselves along his skin, growing
from his groin out to all of his limbs as usual, though his mind was
unusually clear and aware of the rest of his body as he came. The spasms
that were coursing through his abdomen, causing his body to sway back and
fourth on his fists and knees, working his dung out of his body and into
the thick, warm and wet fabric of his diaper were also pushing his orgasm
to it's head. They came one right after the other, over and over
again. Pulsing and writhing every muscle Jeremiah had in his body as they
did. Behind the rush of blood within his ears and the pounding pulse within
his head Jeremiah could hear the muffled moans of pleasure echoing through
the nearly bare room as he watched his bound and diapered body practically
hump the air.

Jeremiahs vision was gray around the edges, he was gasping and moaning
around the cock shaped gag buried tightly between his lips. His body was
covered in sweat as he knelt there, his legs held wide open by both the
diaper as well as the rubber restraining device strapped over it. His cock
lie entirely untouched behind its steel prison, throbbing and pulsing over
the tube inserted deep within its flesh, as cum drooled out of its head
around the tube. His diaper was filling with shit, spreading out slowly
from the center of his asshole, up and down his crack, filling in his taint
and any other open space it could meld itself into and mixing with the
recently spent ejaculate. His arms felt weak as all his weight was
supported on them during the convulsive expulsion. With beads of sweat
dripping from his nose, he looked up and witnessed him self and this moment
in the mirror in front of him and he lost himself in the haze of the
aftermath. His arms lost their fight against gravity and he fell more then
gently lied, onto his side, legs splayed open by his warm shit filled
diaper and the rubber device over it. He watched himself gasping for breath
inches from the mirror, still suffering tiny convulsions from moment to
moment and absolutely blissful.

His thoughts swam on the ocean of mixed emotions floating through his
head. He even managed a slight giggle past his phallus filled lips when he
realized he was swimming in his diaper just as much as he was in his
mind. As he lazily rolled onto his side he felt the warm mass within his
diaper move with him, mashing and molding it self within the wet cotton
confines. The warmth seemed incredibly soothing to Jeremiah, wrapped around
his crotch, warming the steel of the cup guarding his throbbing cock and
testicles, in turn warming their flesh.

Jeremiah felt dirty and very comfortable in being so. He assumed all of
this was imposed emotion. That he was, at some point during one of the many
black outs, told that he was supposed to feel this way. However, in this
heightened state of mind, he found that he could finally accept something
he didn't even know he'd been denying. Something he'd fought against from
the very beginning, more then he'd fought against the chains that had held
him down while he was raped. More then he'd fought against allowing himself
to cum during the rape. He had been fighting the knowledge that he was
enjoying every moment of it. Behind the fear and the anxiety, he was always
on the edge of bliss. None of what had happened to him, extraordinarily
twisted and insane as it seemed to him, had ever been anything he'd ever
truly imagined doing. At most he'd probably only ever passively had a
passion for any of it. The diapers were one of those bizarre fascinations
he had that he never really understood; actually using them had remained a
lightly traveled road, though he had a few times. Bondage was a fun game
he'd played with a lover or two but never anything serious, never anything
with a purpose. In fact he'd always been so terrified to get too deeply
involved in his own sexuality to reach the depths of depravity he'd
recently been subjected to. In a way, his new found captivity was
ultimately freeing. He was now not only able to explore and discover deeply
primal sexuality, he absolutely had to, and the choice to hide behind his
own fear had been taken away.

He lie there, subconsciously sucking the cock shaped gag between his lips
and starring at himself in the large mirror. He could not help but laugh
around the gag in his mouth. He had no choice of anything any longer. He
ate when he was forced to eat, he crapped when his own body forced him to
crap and now he even came whenever his own body felt it was necessary. He
couldn't imagine how these changes were possible. He looked into his own
eyes, watching their reflection intently. Though he found it annoyingly
difficult to actually look into both eyes at once, his post orgasmic haze
left him giddy enough that the annoyance was of minor
consideration. Instead Jeremiah let himself fall deeper and deeper into his
own gaze.

Jeremiah figured if the eyes were windows to the soul maybe he'd see
something there within himself that would explain why he was in this
predicament. Why he had so easily been taken advantage of by some
incredibly demented man. Instead he saw a glint which struck him, somehow,
as being strangely peculiar. He analyzed the glint, unable at first to
recognize what seemed so odd about it. His initial summation was that it
was a reflection of a reflection. Something his eye was reflecting from the
mirror. However it had a certain metallic mat texture to it that didn't
match anything between Jeremiah and the mirror. When Jeremiah shifted
himself to get a better look at the irregularity he came to find that it
had disappeared from his corneas reflection, thus solidifying the idea that
whatever it was it wasn't fixed in front of the mirror.

By the time Jeremiah was able to find the object behind the mirror once
again he had moved himself up against it's smooth surface. At first he had
tried floating his head around and starring into his eyes reflection to
find the anomaly. When that proved that it would take more patience then
Jeremiah had he thought to move closer. He maneuvered himself onto his
padded knees, feeling the mess inside of his bulky diaper mush and move as
he did.  Finally he put his rubber padded fists at the edges of his eyes
and strained to see behind the reflective surface. Sure enough he was able
to make out glinting edges of three round poles tented together behind the
glassy surface leading up to a barely visible yet completely recognizable
video camera. Jeremiah couldn't be entirely sure but he thought he could
see a cable leading away from the back of the camera, which if he was
seeing correctly, probably meant, he was being broadcast somewhere. He
found it strangely comforting to know someone was watching. Creepy and
invasive, yet still nice to know that if he had some sort of accident
someone somewhere would know.

It dawned on Jeremiah suddenly that the mirror was flush against the wall
between the main room of his apartment and his bedroom. More aptly, the
mirror was flush against the wall, thus the camera was inside of the wall
of his rented apartment. He was sure modification to the structure like
this weren't included in his lease agreement. As the revelation hit
Jeremiah that his landlord would be furious if he happened by and noticed
the installation, it also hit him that he was tied down on all fours in a
strange rubber contraption and a rather large wet and messy diaper with a
cock strapped in his mouth in a nearly empty apartment all alone. Jeremiah
wasn't sure if he'd be overjoyed with excitement that perhaps someone could
get him out of this situation, or terrified that he'd be caught in such a
state and scare off his only chance of salvation. He was however sure that
he had a renewed sense of hope that if this whole thing went on for too
long, surely his landlord would come by and discover him when the rent came
due. Unfortunately, that probably wouldn't be for a few days. In the just
as much time Jeremiah had lost any semblance of the life he'd known, he
knew it was only so long before the apartment went too, he just hopped his
captor would hold out long enough for him to be saved.

While Jeremiah kneeled in front of the mirror contemplating various other
freedoms that could be taken from him at any moment, he was subconsciously,
and ever so slightly, grinding his hips forward and back. The small
manipulation was causing the chastity device strapped onto his nether
regions, beneath his still warm and filthy diaper, to jostle the plug deep
in his ass massaging his prostate. The mess of his diaper was allowing the
cloth surface to slide gently over his flesh smearing the contents
about. Jeremiah was so lost in his new found anxieties that he barely even
realized it was happening. He didn't even notice that he was growing more
aroused despite the recent ejaculation nor did he realize that as his
arousal grew his sucking on the cock shaped gag in his mouth was also
growing in fervor. By the time his cock began sending signals to his brain,
trying to snap him from his fears, that it was painfully growing once again
within its confines, Jeremiah was grunting pleasures past his gag and
sucking furiously on the phallus. The pleasures emanating from his prostate
were quickly taking priority over any thoughts of being watched or put
through any more torments. Jeremiah was so lost in the emotional transition
overtaking his body that he didn't even have enough conscious clarity to
question his sudden arousal. Instead he watched himself pressed so closely
to the mirror moving his waist about to gain greater pleasures. He didn't
even notice his own moans were growing in volume.

The only thoughts now running through Jeremiahs mind were about pleasure
and getting more of it, specifically by rubbing the object in his ass about
his prostate more thoroughly and feeling his filthy mess move about as it
did so. He backed away from the mirror as quickly as his wide spread thighs
would let him in order to both maneuver himself into a better position as
well as to watch himself enjoying his predicament. The idea of being
watched had gone from a frightening comfort to a tantalizing inspiration,
this as well as watching himself seemed to be heightening the pleasures he
was feeling. For a slight fleeting moment of consciousness Jeremiah
realized how strange it was that he'd gone from paranoia to apathetic bliss
so quickly, however the moment he felt the plug in his ass hit his prostate
again this thought flew the way of the wind. All Jeremiah wanted was to
feel the plug in his ass as it moved about stirring up his mess and to suck
on the object in his mouth. He watched his body move onto all fours in
front of the mirror. He bucked his hips slowly up and down, back and forth
even from side to side. He turned himself so he could watch his bodies
profile as he contorted his muscles to and sucked the cock in his mouth. In
this moment he became entirely engulfed by the new hunger eating away at
him.

Though the emotions were entirely animalistic, Jeremiahs physical
indulgence was anything but. His movements were controlled, slow, skilled
and patient. The methodical bucking movements of his thickly diaper encased
pelvis were designed to prolong the teasing pressures of the thick hollow
tube in his bowels. The shape of the plug, as Jeremiah had noticed before
it was locked into place, was serving it's purpose in spades. As his hips
moved forward and back Jeremiah could feel the rise and fall of the lumped
steel as it traversed the surface of his prostate. While the devices
attached state did not allow for the thrusting and pounding motions
Jeremiah's hungry mind was wanting, what it did allow was a nice tease that
helped every movement bring Jeremiah closer and closer to the nirvana he'd
just experienced. He was entirely lost in the pleasure it was causing. His
eyes were glazed over and drool was mindlessly dripping like strands of
precum from behind his gag. His mind paid no attention to the debasing
image before the mirror any longer. It paid even less attention to the
muscle aches and discomfort of it's bodies constant bondage. The only thing
Jeremiah cared about at all was feeling the object in his rectum and
sucking the cock in his mouth. If his mind were free to be distracted by
his own thoughts, Jeremiah would probably find himself in shock at his own
addict like behavior. Luckily for his conscious mind however, it remained
entirely oblivious.

Time was lost to Jeremiah during this masturbatory practice. He was
entirely clueless how long he'd been in front of the mirror, in front of
the camera, pleasuring himself uncontrollably. As his own mind eventually
and slowly broke it's way through the automatically driven lust act so too
did the many aches and pains Jeremiah had been working his muscles
into. While he barely remembered starting the sexual frenzy he could tell
from the ache in his thighs and arms that he'd been here on all fours
humping mindlessly like a sex addict for a long while. More so, however,
then these pains or the ones in his ass and strained cock or the rather
substantial puddle of drool before him, the sudden apparition of his laptop
open before him told him he'd truly been lost in lust for a good
while. Long enough for his captor to enter the room and leave a surprise
and deep enough that Jeremiah had never even noticed.

The horny hunger hadn't actually gone away either. Despite the protests on
behalf of his aching limbs and orifices Jeremiah found himself unable to
halt his still rocking body. The feelings of pleasure were still warmly
crawling their way up from Jeremiah's bowels out into waves over his
body. His tongue still caressed what it could of the tightly embedded cock
between his lips while the rest of his mouth sucked away. He just stood
there on all fours, now entirely aware of his body and his uncontrollable
actions, just staring at this newly positioned laptop. He thought for a
moment that maybe he could use the laptop to find a way out of his
situation, though he cold not find a way to will himself to move toward the
laptop. The only movements Jeremiah's body seemed capable of making at the
moment were humping his diaper in mid air and sucking the gag in his
mouth. In fact now that he'd noticed the laptop, he found he couldn't even
tears his eyes away from it's now blank screen, not even to watch his
helpless torment in the mirror. His legs were crying out for him to stop,
his arms were tired from holding his weight, his sphincter was aching and
his jaw was sore and there wasn't a thing he could do about any of it. He
let out a whiny whimpering sound as he felt heat spread amongst the load of
shit and cum within his diaper, piss uncontrollably draining from his
bladder to further feel the cloth confines around his waist.

Suddenly, as he watched and fucked himself beneath the confines of his
massive and dirty diaper, the screen of the laptop came to life in a flash
of light. Jeremiah realized quickly that it wasn't the screen itself
lighting up, in fact it had been on the entire time, it was a light in a
room being broadcast to the computer that had suddenly come on. It was a
room Jeremiah knew all to well. It was the filthy dank concrete room he'd
woken up in twice recently. The room he'd been the most horrifically
violated in. Upon seeing it come into view he felt a wave of fear overcome
him, halted only by the realisation that this time he was not the man in
the room. This time the man in the room was someone else. A well built and
mostly hairy body lay on it's back tied down to a table. His head was
covered by the same rubber hood Jeremiah had previously experienced. The
long hoses which Jeremiah knew from experience stretched the wearers
nostrils out and made sure a healthy supply of air flow was possible, were
lying over the mans chest un hindered allowing clean fresh air to the lungs
beneath. The body's arms were stretched out to either side of it tied
tightly by chains to posts off to the sides of the table. His legs were
stretched up over his hidden face, lifting the back end of his ass off of
the table and exposing his nether regions, and just like Jeremiah, these
regions were encased by a steel chastity belt. It was almost entirely
identical to Jeremiahs own with slight differences to the fully visible
steel cup and anal plug.

This mans anal plug seemed as large as Jeremiah's, judging from the open
hole the camera seemed to be pointing directly down into. The only
difference was that this plug seemed to have some sort of wires coming off
of the edge of it's outer ring on either side of a tiny little blue LED
light embedded in the steel. These wires led a very short way up past the
urinary drainage hole to a somewhat unusual bulge in the front of the steel
cock cover. There was another similar blue LED light embedded into the cup
where the wires disappeared into the steel. The odd lump was formed just at
the bottom of the cup about where Jeremiah imagined the head of the
captives cock rested. From experience Jeremiah knew that what was under
that cup, tormenting the penis within, could be just about anything. His
mind was reeling with questions as his body continued to slowly hump itself
before the laptop watching this bound body lie in wait. As drool continued
to work it's way past the gag Jeremiah continuously suckled and licked, the
man on the table seemed to be rousing. While his eyes were hidden behind
the rubber hoods blindfold and his mouth stuffed with what Jeremiah was
sure was also a cock shaped gag, the small tiny movements of the bound
figures muscles as it began realizing it was immobile were the signals that
told Jeremiah he was waking. Apparently they were the same signals the
rubber clad man had been waiting for, as he stepped into the scene before
the camera as though he'd been patiently standing there silently since he
turned on the light.

The rubber clad man was, as always, wearing the same exact rubber hood
which exposed his mouth and hid his eyes behind dark lenses. He was wearing
shoulder length industrial looking rubber gloves, thigh high rubber boots
and some sort of apron. Other then these accessories, for the first time,
the rubber clad man wore nothing on his upper or lower torso. Jeremiah
could only see the man from the back, which also happened to be the only
exposed skin on the man. It was overall unremarkable, sparse patches of
hair in wing like shapes down either side of the back, a patch of dark fur
just above the cleft of his butt cheeks which led to a fur laden crack
between to only slightly haired and well shaped butt cheeks. The man also
carried with him a large black trash bag which seemed to be weighted down
heavily by it's contents. In his other hand the man carried some sort of
small remote like device which had a tiny blue LED light matching those on
the bound mans chastity device. It seemed as though the bound man was still
groggy and unaware of the rubber clad mans entrance. He was moaning and
starting to breath heavily. Jeremiah was surprised to hear the moaning
sounds coming from the laptop, until now he'd been unaware that there were
any sounds. The rubber clad man lifted his hand with the remote in it and
clicked a button, the blue LED light on the remote turned red and so did
the ones on the bound figures chastity device.

Jeremiah's eyes shot open in shock as he heard the screams of the bound
figure blare out of the tiny speakers on the lap top. They were screams of
pain and Jeremiah was sure more shock then he himself felt at hearing the
screams. The yelling of the tormented man died down almost as soon as the
red lights all changed back to blue, though now Jeremiah could hear the
familiar chuckle of the rubber clad man. The bound figures chest was
heaving for intakes of breath and he was making pleading begging sounds to
whomever had just made their presence in the room known and was now
mockingly laughing at his torment. Jeremiah was terrified for the poor man,
he knew exactly how it felt to suddenly be brought into consciousness and
have absolutely no idea what was going on, but none of his torments had
been exactly like this. Jeremiah was unsure if what the man had experienced
was an electrical shock of some sort or any number of other horrors, though
he was sure from the mans reaction, it had not been pleasant. The mans
protests and sharp intakes of breath continued while the rubber clad man
moved about the room to the side of the table. He set the large trash bag
down and retrieved the breathing tubes from the heaving chest of the bound
man before him.  The rubber clad man lifted the tubes up and turned his
blank lens covered eyes to the camera. A devious and demented smile spread
across his face while his fingers crimped the tubes for Jeremiah to
witness.

Jeremiah was overwhelmed with empathy for the poor guy on the table. He
wanted to stop what the rubber clad man was doing and set the guy free,
save him from the torments the rubber clad man was sure to inflict upon
him. He wanted to do a lot of things. Instead his body starting humping
with more conviction. The object in his ass being used to it's full
effectiveness. The drooling coming from his mouth continued to pour out as
his lips sucked and his tongue licked the gag pressed tightly there in. It
seemed as the hooded and bound figure on the table fought for his now cut
off air supply Jeremiahs body became more enthralled in the pleasures it
was feeling. The rubber clad man laughed aloud again as he finally released
his hold on the bound figures breathing tube and Jeremiah heard a loud
intake of breath and the muffled sobbing of relief coming form the tortured
victim. Jeremiahs body however continued it's newly fervent thrusting and
sucking. With the recent addition of his own urine to the mix of bodily
wasts within his thick diaper, Jeremiah could feel his filth sloshing
around with his uncontrollable motions, His muscles continued to cry out
for relief and his ass continued to throb in pain. Worse yet, he could feel
his intestines begging to tighten ever so slightly. Jeremiah and the bound
figure were both making similar whimpering noises as the rubber clad man
took the breathing tubes and put them into the large trash bag.

The bound figure made a slight choking noise as he inhaled the contents of
the trash bag. Jeremiah didn't actually know what was in the bag though he
surmised from his experience and the bound figures sudden halting of
breathing that it was probably human waste. Jeremiah felt his brow furrow
in spite toward the rubber clad man. While he was entirely stunned that he
found a muscle he could control, he was to taken by his anger at what the
rubber clad man was doing to him and this new comer that he paid it little
mind. Instead he watched the bound figure fighting not to breath in the
foul scent while still struggling to regain the breath he'd lost only a
moment before. It was a losing battle, Jeremiah knew it, but it didn't seem
the guy was going to give up. He'd take a large breath and then try to hold
it in for a while before allowing himself another. He only got to do this
twice before the rubber clad man hit a switch on the remote in his
hand. Once again the blue LED lights turned red and the bound figure began
screaming, only this time the rubber clad man left the device on
longer. The man was taking deep ragged breaths in between his muffled
screams and the rubber clad man was just standing there watching. It went
on for several screams until finally the lights reverted back to
blue. Jeremiahs body was rocking itself back and forth even faster now then
before.

Every time this man went through a new torment Jeremiah's body seemed to
react and seek further pleasure. It was driving Jeremiah insane. The more
his body fucked itself inside of his thick and messy diaper, the more his
body ached and cried for relief. Worse then that, his sexual hunger just
grew and grew. He wanted nothing more then to have a fully satisfying
orgasm but it never even seemed close. His prostate was sore and his anus
felt stretched, his cock was aching and his jaw was sore, but none of this
hindered any of the urges building within Jeremiah. He just felt hungrier
and hungrier to have his ass teased in any way. The only feeling Jeremiah
could feel in his body that left him feeling any hope of relief was the
growing tightness within his bowels. For the second time Jeremiah found
himself anticipating the building load of shit in his body. Wanting and
waiting the expulsion that was threatening to come. Hoping that it would
bring him the same release it had brought him just a short time
before. Jeremiah couldn't remember a time in his life he'd ever wanted to
cum so badly after having cum so recently.

For a long while Jeremiah stood there on all fours watching the man breath
in the contents of the black trash bag. The rubber clad man came and went
from the scene while the two captives continued undergoing their own
torments. Both far away from each other in presence, only one aware of the
other, both completely unable to do anything about their similar
situations. From time to time the rubber clad man would hold up the remote
and the red LED's would come to life. The bound man would scream and
Jeremiahs body would convulse in pleasure against the hollow plug in his
ass. Overtime, the lights started to change a different color when the
remote was pressed. This change seemed to cause both of the tortured boys
nearly climactic pleasure. The rubber clad man would raise the remote, the
lights would all change green and a slight buzzing could be heard emanating
from the bound figures chastity device. As the bound man would suddenly
start moaning and groaning and thrashing his raised ass in the air,
Jeremiah would suddenly feel his body rest his thick mess filled diaper on
the back of his heals, sitting down hard against the plug deep in his
ass. His ass would sway from side to side and hop up and down on his heels
for a moment, then the lights would go back to blue. The bound man would
continue breathing, with a new heaviness to his intake, and Jeremiah would
continue humping the air on all fours and sucking his gag.

Finally the rubber clad man, chuckling to himself, removed the bound
figures breathing tubes from the black trash bag and hung the exposed ends
off of the raised and protruding steel cup of the bound figures chastity
device. He then hoisted the seemingly heavy bag off of the ground and
walked it and himself between the bound figures up stretched legs. He
reached into the bag with both of his rubber gloved hands and began
manipulating the contents. Soon his hands were coming back out of the bag
slowly and carefully until Jeremiah could see what the rubber clad mans
hands were emerging with. He was immediately disgusted and stymied by what
he saw. His first diaper lie carefully cradled in the air by the rubber
clad mans gloves, a mound of feces balanced on top of several layers of
dripping wet cloth. Every layer seemed stained through and through with a
brownish yellow tinge. Jeremiah felt somewhat sick as he watched the
disgusting nest of his own bodily waist being positioned on the table under
the poor bound mans upturned ass. The bound man had no idea what was going
on, even if he weren't blindfolded. the bag and it's now removed contents
were entirely out of his vision. However, as the filthy back end of the
diaper was positioned between the table and the bound mans back Jeremiah
could tell that the stale urine was cold by the shudders running through
the bound body. The rubber clad man was careful to rearrange the breathing
tubes so that they would rest directly at the bound figures taint whilst in
the diaper, ensuring he smelled the brunt of what was already there, as
well as what was sure to be added. The bound man started whimpering as the
slick mess of shit started to come in contact with his exposed
skin. Jeremiah could imagine the cold slimy feel as this diaper was being
applied and he did not envy the man. While Jeremiah could no deny the warm
mass at the back of his own diaper was incredibly erotic, he couldn't
imagine he'd feel the same if it were someone else's long since cold
wastes. The bound figure had no choice but to continue smelling the
excrement he'd before only witness inside the bag, however now it was a
scent he was used too, he knew full and well what was being strapped around
his waist. The rubber clad man struggled for a moment to properly fasten
the already entirely used diaper to the man before the task was finally
complete, then he picked the remote back up and hit it's button again. This
time no buzz could be heard, but as the bound figure started moaning, and
Jeremiahs body reacted by sitting him back down on his mess and grinding
his anal intruder against his prostate he knew exactly what was happening.

The device was left on as the rubber clad man maneuvered around the room
grabbing a few more items here and there, a piece of clear plastic and some
large sheets of cloth. Before long the bound bodies diaper was thicker then
even Jeremiah's current diaper and covered in a pair of clear plastic pants
which buttoned up the front. Shortly there after with some more rummaging
about by the rubber clad man, a rubber belt just like Jeremiah's was
attached over the bound figures diaper. Jeremiah was watching intently,
letting his ass mush around in his filth on top of his heels and sucking
away at the cock in his mouth as he watched the rubber clad man move toward
the bound figures head and pull a feeding tube from above the man and out
of the cameras general view. The rubber clad man attached the tube to the
end of the hooded and bound figures gag and Jeremiah feared what was next
for the poor guy. Though he noticed this feeding tube seemed a little
different, it had a blue LED lit up on it as well towards the end that
connected it to the gag. Jeremiah watched the rubber clad man click the
remote again so it's light also matched the blue LED. The hooded and bound
figure stopped moaning and, it seemed, concentrated once again on taking in
deep breaths.

The rubber clad man spoke, loudly and sternly "Suck."

Jeremiah could see the feeding tube react to the bound mans suction as he
began, it took a few moments but soon the same milky white paste began to
travel it's way through the tube, before it could reach the end of the tube
however, the mound man had to stop sucking in order to take in several
heaps of breath. He apparently took to long, as the rubber clad man once
again raised the remote and it's LED turned red. The bound man began to
scream into his gag once again and Jeremiah wondered why the expulsion of
air didn't seem to move the goop in the feeding tube. Soon the remote was
clicked, the LED turned blue and the bound figure stoped screaming and lie
breathing quick and panicked.

The rubber clad man once again spoke loudly and sternly however this time
there was impatience behind the one word "Suck!"

The bound man immediately began sucking again and within seconds the paste
made it's way to the strange attachment and the blue LED there turned
green. Jeremiah knew the only reason the bound figure wasn't moaning at
this point was because he was swallowing the tasteless paste, however the
humping of his body showed that the now hidden LED's on his chastity device
were no doubt turning green and delivering their brand of pleasure to the
bound figure. When the man stopped sucking again to take in deep heavy
breaths of Jeremiah's wastes the LED turned back to blue. Moments latter
when the man returned to sucking the light lit up green once again. The
entire time Jeremiah found himself alternating between resting his shitty
diaper on his heels and burying his ass plug deep within himself while the
light was green, to humping his ass back and fourth in mid air while the
light was blue. The bound figure, it seemed, enjoyed the green light more
then no light as his pauses for breaths came further and further apart the
longer he was left there to feed. Jeremiah knew this was a horrible torment
for the poor bound figure. He knew as time went on the man would continue
feeding himself over and over, feeling mind numbing pleasure as he did so,
only to have it end the moment he needed more air. He would probably never
work himself to orgasm and he probably keep trying over and over again in
spite of it. Worse yet, he had no idea that the food he was taking in was
going to cause him to fill the already overfull diaper up even more.
Jeremiah was baffled as of to what kind of person would think up these
horrible things that the rubber clad man was doing. Worse, he still
couldn't understand why anyone would.

The rubber clad man stood there watching for a moment before he picked up
the now empty trash bag and the remote. He looked at the camera with a big
smile on his face as he was about to go out of view and he waived at
Jeremiah. What surprised Jeremiah about this was that the wave seemed to
unlock him. The second he saw the wave, his body collapsed in freedom. He
was sore everywhere, especially his orifices. He was covered in sweat from
the constant torment. He was incredibly horny and his ass was the center of
it. He didn't actually want to stop what he'd been forced into doing,
feeling his internal tormentor rub against his prostate, though he was
incredibly grateful that he had. He lie there barely able to move himself
even with his granted ability to do so and he watched the laptop screen go
black once again.