Make Me Pass Out By Throatfucking

This story is written by me (a transman) for my Daddy, and uses the terms that I use for my own body (i.e. my genitals), which means when I say "my dick" I mean pre-op transman dick. However, this is not a trans-specific story so everyone can substitute their own words for the anatomy I mention. That's what the trans folks do when they read cis stories, so it's your turn now. ;)

Note: This story is operating under the assumption that everything happening is pre-negotiated under the contract b/w the Daddy and the sub.

STORY BEGINS:

I'm imagining you strap me on to a table, or maybe an operating room table so you can strap me down then swing out my arms and legs, putting me in a spread eagle position. Now the cameraman comes in, rolling several cameras in on wheeled tripods. He starts setting them up around the room as you adjust the lower end of the table to practically fall away from my body and I realize the edge of my ass is hanging in the air, off the table, while my weight is still supported at my hips and my thighs. With all these straps you've secured, there's no way I'm sliding off. I feel safe strapped in like this.

As you stand above my head where I can't see you while you strip your clothes off, my attention is diverted to where the cameraman is now naked and positioning a camera between my legs, and lowers the tripod legs. It's as if someone is bending down to be at eye level with my pussy. He adjusts the zoom and focus, then stands back and grins at me, his cock half-hard already. Then he reaches into a cupboard along the wall and grabs some pads, they look like large puppy pee pads. I feel my face flush hot with embarrassment as I realize that whatever you have in store for me is going to be messy and the cameraman will see every bit of it. I close my eyes, not wanting to see what is coming.

The cameraman gets a metal pan out of another cupboard and secures it to the table under my ass as it hangs off the end of the table. I can feel him between my thighs as he adjusted, and it seems that whatever is going to happen will get messy and be collected in that pan. The cameraman tells you he's all set and he steps back to his cameras to start recording. You step up to the table by my shoulder and as I open my eyes I see that you've already gotten naked. My eyes grow wide as I realize I'm laying directly at the level of your cock. You stroke my hair and tell me "just one more safety precaution, look straight up to the ceiling, son."

I turn my head and look up at the ceiling as you place a padded strap over my forehead and secure it to the table below me. You have kindly already thought of a neck pillow, but this strap will aid in holding me still. I won't even be able to turn my head while you're performing on me.

Now that I'm safely strapped down from forehead to ankles and the cameras are rolling you bend down behind me and gently set your hands on my shoulders, and I take a deep breath as your touch comforts me and I relax.

"Who is your daddy?"

"You are, sir," I answer.

"Who knows what is best for your body and how much it can take?"

"You do, Sir."

"In our playtime today, you will not be physically able to use your safe word. Do you wish to continue, placing your trust in me to know when to stop?"

"Yes Daddy" I whisper.

"Then we will begin."

You behind my head and rest your balls and heavy cock on my face you say loud loudly for the camera "I am going to use my cock in your throat to restrict your breathing until you pass out and piss yourself. It will be natural for your body to panic, but I have you tied down securely to keep you safe. As a trained physician, I have the medical knowledge and tools to intervene if anything goes wrong. It is my wish as your daddy that we do this today. Once we begin, I will not stop even as your body begins to panic for air. Trust in me and give yourself over to my power over you."

You pause for a moment to let your words sink in and you see the goosebumps raise on my skin and my body gives a little shudder underneath you.

"This is the last time I will ask you for your consent and your last chance to back out if you wish this to end. If you agree to what I have stated, open your mouth and we will begin."

I swallow to give myself a moment to think. My brain is swirling with so many thoughts and I close my eyes to try to quiet my brain so I can think about this logically. I feel your warm balls resting gently on my face and suddenly I realize I don't need to think, or rather, don't want to think, and possibly can't think... We both know I crave your dominance over me, your power over my body. We both know I trust you to keep me safe. That's why we both know what I'm going to do next. I open my eyes to meet your gaze, and then I open my mouth.

You smile and say "good boy" and you pick up a metal device off the table. It's a surgical gag to hold my mouth open. It's metal and has rubber mouth guards where it'll sit on my teeth. You position the rubber guards on my teeth then slowly adjust the locking mechanism on the sides to open the two pieces until it's holding my jaw open as wide as I can open. "Try and squeeze" you instructor me. Nothing shifts, nothing moves. I'm secure and I'm stuck.

Next you grab a speculum from the table and lube it up but you don't let me see it, as you don't want to scare me. It's a size too big than what you'd normally use on a pussy my size, but you need to ensure you can hold my vulva out of the way for the camera, and you know I will enjoy an extra stretch. Well, not the physical sensation of it which will leave me sore tomorrow, but I'll enjoy putting my body through that exertion for your pleasure.

I can't see what you're doing since my head is strapped down but you don't waste time sliding the speculum into me and opening the blades. You twist it sideways so that my urethra is fully on display. You watch my face as you open it more, and more, until you hear a small groan escape my open mouth. You open it just one more notch, always pushing me just a bit past my comfort zone. Your cock twitches as you see the flicker of discomfort pass over my face. You step out from between my spread and strapped-down legs, and come to stand at my head again. Your cock hangs at the perfect height for my head and normally I'd be reaching for it with my tongue but I can't now due to the head straps.

You nod at the cameraman who nods back--he's already rolling.

"Alright boy, here we go." You slide your cock, mostly soft but starting to harden, into my mouth. You rub it along my tongue and I can feel you harden quickly from excitement for what's about to happen.

You know you need to get it in position before you get completely hard or else you'll have to fight my reflexes to get it deep enough. Luckily, for the purpose of today's session, your dick grows wider the harder it gets. You just need to get it in place in my throat before it fully hardens.

You're about 20% hard as you pick up your cock and place the first three inches on my tongue. It's easy to do since my mouth is held wide open by the gag.

"Deep breath, boy," you say and I take my last full breath for what will feel like quite a while. My chest rises, and as it falls, you gently lean your hips forward, easing more of your cock onto my waiting mouth. You feel my warm throat around the head of your cock and I start to gag but your cock is 40% hard now and you know it needs to get farther in before you get too hard. Still, you're not a monster--you pull out an inch to let me gag and swallow, then you put your hands on my chest to keep me from trying to pull away (even though I'm adequately restrained) and you ease your cock in again. I focus on the feeling of your warm, steady hands resting on my chest to try to take my attention away from my throat. It works for a moment but no more than that, since we both know your cock needs to get into position in my throat before it gets totally hard. When you're fully hard, your cock is as wide as a Coke can, and won't fit through my vocal chords (without significant discomfort beyond what you wish to inflict upon me). So, you can't take your time getting your dick into my throat; it's time to continue.

You go deeper than I've ever taken you before, and you enjoy the feeling of my throat, trying to expel you while there's nothing I can physically do to stop you. My arms are tied down, and my legs are strapped down, even my head is strapped down to the table with my mouth held wide open. My body is yours for the taking and you intend to take it.

You are 50% hard now and you know this is the chance to get inside my throat before you get too big to enter it. You push the rest of the way in and almost shoot your load from how good it feels to have my throat constrict around your growing cock. Your balls gently compress against my nostrils, being pushed down by your hips telling us both that you're all the way in my throat now. You angle your hips so that your balls completely cover my nose and I can't breathe through my nostrils.

You are 70% hard now and with my throat airway, mostly constricted and my nose closed off by your balls, my body is starting to panic. My hands are moving around underneath their restraints, and my legs are shaking, trying to get free. You are enjoying the vibrating of my nose on your balls as I fruitlessly try to shake my head free and get out from under your huge balls covering my nostrils.

Just knowing we are so close to the apex of our play session today gets you 100% hard. Your cock fills my airway and you know I can't breathe even the tiniest bit when my whole body starts to shake and panic and try to get away from you. You are fighting not to shoot your load too early.

"Good boy, just take it," you say softly to me, even though I can't hear your words because I'm so focused on the primal urge to breathe. By now, my instincts to breathe have taken over any rational thought of submission. You know I can't help but fight you; that's why I'm so well restrained. The gag keeps your cock safe from my teeth. I'm moaning, trying to yell for you to get off of me but there's no air so the vibrations stop before they get out of my mouth but they sure feel good on your cock.

As I struggle, droplets of piss escape my overly-full bladder and although I don't notice (since I'm focused on trying to breathe), the camera catches every little drop. The cameraman is hard even though he's focused on capturing the shot from all of this cameras pointed at me.

After a few more seconds of struggling, my arms and legs go limp and you feel my thrust relax around your cock and as they do, you quickly slide your cock out of my mouth but the goal has already been achieved; I've passed out.

Now for the moment the camera's been waiting for--with my lips spread open by the speculum, the cameraman watches as my urethral muscles give up the fight and release a torrent of urine into the pan under my ass. Even unaided by any muscle tone, the volume of urine that had been stretching my bladder takes the path of least resistance as it spills out of me. You place an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth to bring me back round and a pulse oxygen monitor on my finger but before I come round, you press gently, then harder, on my belly, expelling the last contents of my bladder.

Satisfied with the readings from the pulse oxygen monitor, you gently strike my face as I start to regain consciousness. After all this, you're still hard and I'm still bound and gagged and held wide open by the speculum.

"It's a shame to waste such an easy fucktoy already so well-prepared," you say to no one in particular but loud enough so the cameraman and the cameras hear you. With this, you proceed to fuck my throat, going not quite as deep as you did just moments before so you don't hurt me while I'm still recovering my sensibilities, but deep enough to feel my throat squeeze your cockhead as you fuck me.

While you're fucking my throat, the cameraman removes the pan under my hips and wheels his stool between my legs and holds my thighs. If I could focus on anything else besides your cock in my throat and your hand around my neck enjoying feeling my neck bulge as you fuck it, I'd realize the cameraman's warm tongue is licking my urethral opening. Not just licking it, but savoring my taste.

What I do feel, however, is his lubed fingers as he starts to stretch my asshole. I ignore that as I hear you start to grunt. I know that sound; it means you're getting close. I wish the cameraman would speed up his licking and his fingering of my ass so I could orgasm along with you, Daddy, but he knows better than to stray from the plan you concocted (without my knowledge).

You tense up and push just a little farther in my throat so I once again can't breathe, but this time the breath-blocking only lasts about 15 seconds as you shoot your precious load down my throat. You pull out and stroke my face. "Good boy," you say as you catch your breath. You undo the gag in my mouth and I move my jaw as I get used to having agency over those muscles again.

I expect you to start undoing my other restraints but you just pull over a stool and sit by my head, stroking my face, watching my facial expressions as the cameraman slowly pulls his fingers out of my ass and stands and begins to piss all over my open cunt. My little cock, my pussy, my lips, and then as it runs down my ass crack--my asshole itself--covered in his piss, and all caught on camera.

You chuckle lightly as you see my eyes open wide, registering what he's doing. Once he's empty and he wipe the tip of his cock on my own little cock, he releases the speculum and clamps that have held me open. He applies more lube to his fingers, and strokes his cock until it's hard and then positions it at my asshole. He waits there and looks at you for permission to enter me. You look down at me: "Ask for it, son."

"Please fuck my ass," I say, my voice quivering a little but loudly enough for the cameras to hear. I know better than to mumble; you've taught me that lesson already.

You nod at the cameraman and he thrusts the head in. It's not overly large, but the sudden intrusion shocks me all the same and I clench around him, and he moans a sort "yesssss."

"That's right, baby boy, milk his cock with your tight ass," you murmur to me as you stroke my face while he fucks my ass.

It only takes a few minutes until his moans get louder and the sound of his balls slapping my ass get more rhythmic and faster. He groans and pushes as deep as he'll go, and I know he's cum inside my ass.

"Good boy," you say to me, as you rub my chest and slowly stand to leave and clean yourself up. "Clean him up, and send him out to the car when you're done," you say to the camera man who is already switching off his cameras and reaching for the straps to untie me. I am silent while he does this, except for a little surprised moan when I feel him pop in a buttplug. He looks up at me and says "A surprise for your Daddy when you get home, and a reminder that he let me use you as a fucktoy for my pleasure."

"Thank you Sir," I reply as I'm expected to do. I have a feeling you'll have fun with that tonight when we get home.