Where am I? What is happening to me? What is this around my head? All I remember was that I was driving through the countryside when my car broke down. As I was checking under the hood, I was hit in the back of the head.
As far as I can tell, I am on my knees. I have something leather around my head. My sounds are muted by something in my mouth. It tastes like leather as well. My hands are cuffed behind my back. I can't move my feet as well.my ankles are cuffed to something. My ass felt full as I noticed something was in my ass.
All of a sudden, the leathery object is removed from my mouth. The cool air hits my lips as I breathe through my mouth. In that instance, a flesh-like object entered my mouth. A hand is placed on the back of my leathery head, pushing me to accept this object as the object filled my mouth. Eventually, the hand moved to the left side of my head as the other hand joined by being placed on my right side.
The hands started to hold my head as the object moved in and out of my mouth. Besides the hands, something else was holding my head in place. As the object pumped in and out of my mouth, I catch a brief breath of fresh air. With each pump, I learn to relax my gag reflex more. In my mind, what is happening is disgusting but gratifying at the same time. Maybe I have found my true calling in life.
After 15 minutes of being used, a salty liquid shoots into the back of my throat as the hands pushed my head to accept the whole object in my mouth. Holding my head still, the object emptied into my mouth as I swallowed very drop.
The hands let go of my head. I was sucking the fresh air through my mouth until a rubbery object was placed in my mouth. As I was panicking, I noticed there was still a small stream of fresh air flowing in my mouth. I felt like straps being fastened around my head. What type of contraption is around my head now?
Out of nowhere, I was blinded by the light. As my eyes adjusted to the light, the image of me trapped in a cage came in focus. With the mirror in front of me, my head was sticking out of the top of the cage. The wood on top of the cage held my head straight like a wooden stock. The cage consisted of small metal bars high enough to fit my body in the kneeling position. The floor of the cage was leather with foam inside. At least, my knees won't bother me too much.
As I studied my head, the leather hood shines in the light. Noticing the muzzle fastened around my leathery head, I noticed a small tube was sticking out the front of the muzzle panel. Wondering what that small tube was used for, a leather glove came out of the shadow behind me and placed a Marlboro light 100 into the small tube. I tried to shake my head, but to no avail.
I wasn't a smoker. It is a nasty habit. My captor is trying to force me to smoke. My anxiety was going through the roof. At the mercy of my captor, the leather glove disappeared, then reappeared with a lighter. Lighting the cigarette, I was forced to suck as I was trying to get fresh air. Smoke fills my mouth and lungs. Coughing and wheezing with the first couple of drags, I learned to breathe the smoke out of my nose. My anxiety was going down with each drag. I was looking at myself in the mirror, smoking with a leather hood over my head.
This image was turning me on. Being trapped in a cage cuffed and hooded was turning me on so much, my cock was trying to get hard, but my cock was restricted in the cold steel. I noticed my cock was in a chastity cage. The cage covered my cock and balls. The ring holding the cage in place had a small lock through the clasp.
After 10 minutes, my cigarette was finished and removed by the mysterious glove again. A straw was placed into the tube. The leather gloves came out of the shadows again with a bottle of water. The right hand put the straw in the bottle as the left hand held the bottle. I sucked the water down, quenching my thirst and wet my dry mouth. The straw and the bottle were removed as I finished drinking.
The straps around my head were loosened, so the muzzle was removed from my mouth. Breathing the fresh air was short-lived. A Gp-5 gas mask was being pulled over my head. Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed a tube connected to the filter. Slowly, smoke fills the tube, causing me to inhale the smoke. I get light-headed and dizzy, inhaling cigarette smoke. Whoever doing this is trying to turn me into a smoker.
After 30 minutes of torture, the gas mask was removed. I started to suck the fresh air in as much as I can before my captors next move. As I breathe in the fresh air, a rag is in place of my mouth and nose, breathing in the fumes from the rag. My world goes dark as the fumes get to me.