Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 22:32:32 +0100 (BST) From: jo johns <email@example.com> Subject: John's debt - repaid? part 6 I had lost all sense of time and location but I became aware of someone, was it God or John? enter the room. I was pulled upright and the straight-jacket was unbuckled and removed. The hood was then pulled roughly off and I was able to see God, in his full glory. There was no sign of the John. When had I last seen him? My mind was so fucked that I had no recollection of anything other than this God in front of me. I was in heaven. After a short break God threw me a tight rubber hood and stretched it over my head. The hood had eye, nose and mouth holes and as God locked a thick rubber posture collar around my neck, I was dragged towards the bondage bed that was suspended horizontally by four chains a couple of feet off the floor. I climbed face down onto the swinging bed with my crotch positioned over the hole that was in the middle. God then proceeded to fasten leather straps around each wrist and around each leg, forcing my feet apart as he padlocked the restraints to the corner chains and my arms towards the upper corners of the bed, where the wrists were likewise padlocked to steel bolts. I was now lying stretched out and face down. God then put a rubber gas mask over the hood, zipping it up the back and padlocking it on to the rubber collar. My cock and balls hung down through the hole in the bed and He was able to tie a tight leather harness around my cock and balls. My dick was stiff and I began to moan as my cock and balls were pulled hard down and the bindings secured to a small bolt on the underside of the bed. I was now unable to lift my dick and balls out of the hole. Climbing onto the bed, God and pushed his cock towards my arse, ramming it home right up to his bollocks. I let out a muffled moan as God fucked me hard and long, making sure that his dick was pulled right out before plunging it deep into my tight arse again, again raping my arse but without cumming . Eventually I stopped struggling and resigned myself to the heavy pounding, making small groaning noises now and again. "You can fucking stay there until I cum boy", God reached over to his electrical unit that was already connected to a perplex butt plug. The dick was withdrawn and was immediately replaced by the Perspex plug. I felt a pulsating electrical current - a bit like a stinging sensation -- deep in my arse. Every 5 seconds the power increased until my arse twitched with the pulses. I heard the door close but there was no let up from the pulsating rhythm in my hole. God returned to find me moaning on the gently swinging bed, my arse continuing to tense with the electric shocks. Looking under the bed he saw the signs of an earlier orgasm and even now a small trail of pre-cum was dripping from my dick. The unit was turned off the pulled was removed. He again straddled my arse and shoved his dick deep into me without any thought of what discomfort I might be in. Slapping my butt to make me tighten up, he continued to fuck me for a long time before he eventually couldn't stop himself and emptied his cum deep into my arsehole. I was released, pulled to my feet and led into another room - the first one that I had been in. John was again in the cage, chained, gagged. "Time for bed I think", God uttered, and stripped me making me stand naked in the middle of the room. He padlocked on a metal steel collar that was hanging down from a chain attached to a ceiling bolt, and began to bind both hands into fists with a long roll of Clingfilm. Once the Clingfilm had been wrapped around a few times he used a roll of black gaffer tape to seal my hands into mitts so now I was unable to move my fingers. He then began the slow task of wrapping Clingfilm all over my body, starting at the feet and slowly working his way up each leg, around the torso up to the neck and then down both arms to where the fingers were already bound in the tape. He had obviously done this many times before, he was such an expert, starting at the bottom and slowly wrapping the sticky tape around each foot before going up each leg and around the waist. He kept the tape away from my cock and arse and continued up the body and down each arm until I was completely covered in the black tape like an all-in-one-suit. My feet were forced together and he started the whole process again binding both legs together. I was a bit unsteady on my feet but the chain and collar kept me upright as my arms were taped to my side but with my cock and balls left bare. The collar was released and I was lifted to the bondage bench where I was placed on my back. God then continued to use up another roll of tape to cocoon my body to the bench, with my head unwrapped so that he could see the look in my eyes as I realized that I was unable to move an inch. I was enjoying it because my dick was sticking straight up and was frequently tossed off to the brink, but never enough to cum. God quickly pulled a clear plastic bag over my head and tied it around my neck before I knew what was happening. There was panic in my eyes as I realized what had happened, but since I was unable to do anything was forced to watch through the plastic as God moved to my dick and quickly began tossing me off. As the air slowly became stale he continued to toss me off and intensified the strokes and listened to my breathing. As it became quicker and more laboured I shot my load all over his hand. God quickly pulled off the plastic bag and forced his hand into my mouth making me lick up my own cum. He then began wrapping Clingfilm around my head before he started the slow process of wrapping my head completely in the tape, leaving only a small hole around my nose. Once the head was finished he taped my head down to the bondage bench so that I was unable to look up or move my head. I felt something cold on my dick and then a tube pushed deep into my bladder and then clamped off. Clingfilm was wrapped around my dick and balls and taped so that they were flat on my belly -- I was now completely mummified. "Time to sleep boy". It was going to be a long night and I was wondering how long I was going to be able to cope. Sometime later God returned wearing only a piss-stained jockstrap and army boots. With a sharp knife he started to cut the Gaffa tape and cling film -- seemingly oblivious to any cuts that the might make or blood he may spill. He dragged me over to the sling and lifted me on to it, tying my legs to the supporting chain with some thick rope, wrapping rubber bandage around my waist to effectively stop me from lifting my body up off the leather sling. A ball gag was again forced into my mouth, and both hands were tied to the two other supporting chains. God then started wrapping a rubber bandage around both legs starting at the feet and making his way right up to each thigh, then wrapping each arm until my whole body was again mummified in rubber, this time onto the sling. He held on to the back of my sweaty head and lifted my mouth towards his where spat and then cleared both nostrils directly into my open mouth. I was given water and a tab and then God then reached for a full-face rubber army mask, which he pulled on top of my gagged head. The mask was zipped up the back and buckled around the neck. A short corrugated hose was connected to the air intake value and by holding his hand over the end I unable to breathe any fresh air. He watched as I struggled futilely against the lack of air but satisfied that he knew that he was now controlling my breathing, took his hand away allowing me to draw in large gulps of air. He then reached for a final rubber bandage that he slowly began to wrap on top of the mask strapping my head down onto the sling, making sure that my eyes were covered over so I was unable to see what was happening. God pulled on the butt plug and slowly withdrew it. He fingered my greased arsehole, at the same time pushing a poppers bottle against the mask intake valve and gently tapping my arse with a riding crop. Slowly and gently at first tapping around the genital area and the cheeks of his arse, the canning continued for some time moving up each inside thigh and back again to my arse. He also tapped my hardened dick, and kept telling me to keep my arse tight since he didn't want to see any of his piss and cum dribble out. He then sunk his dick deep into my arse and began to fuck long and hard, putting the poppers bottle under the gasmasks intake valve. He began to toss me off and it wasn't long before I moaned and shot my load. Instead of stopping he carried on slowly wanking me until l was drained. Given more poppers, I was still flying and suddenly felt pressure at my arse hole. God was inserting fingers and slowly opening me up for his fist. The agony and the ecstasy in equal measures were amazing and like nothing I had felt before. In what seemed no time his fist, wrist and arm slowly were sucked into my hole, into my bowels, and we became one. As he stretched my hole I slowly was lowering onto his arm and I had no choice but let his arm sick deeper into me, past his elbow -- his studded wrist band making sure that I felt every inch -- and up to the bicep as he started to work the fingers of his other hand into my arse as well. He didn't get far but God then told me that before he was finished my arse would be a gaping hole ready to take anything. A feeling of weightlessness and tiredness came over me and I again passed put.