Mask

Henry smiled as he gave a little wave to last night’s date, but as soon as the door closed he let out a long sigh of disappointment. All of the guys he’d been out with were sweet enough, but when it came to the bedroom they were all so passive and so… vanilla. None of them wanted to explore or try something new, they just wanted the standard sex and normally Henry would have to take the lead. Henry had tried to look for more adventurous people but they all seemed to be focussed on particularly fetishes and it’s not like he wanted a total weirdo. Henry let out another sigh as he thought back to the night of lack lustre sex and then to what he wished could have happened, while the swirls of green smoke appeared and danced above him.

He just wanted someone with no fear, someone who was willing to try anything, someone who would take charge, someone who wouldn’t be afraid to push boundaries and explore all areas of the sexual spectrum, but where was he going to find someone like? With a small pout, Henry was about to go and get dressed but before he had even stood up the emerald mist of change had consumed him.

When Henry woke up he instantly felt uncomfortable, through his sleepy eyes he was acutely aware that something wasn’t right. His arms and legs were aching and as he looked down he saw the floor but somehow he wasn’t touching it. Henry shook his head as he realised what he was looking at, with his eyes wide he looked down and saw that he was floating about the ground. Henry wanted to move his arms and legs in panic but quickly found that he couldn’t, with a turn of his head Henry saw that his hands and feet were now bound, bound to a strange device hanging from the ceiling. Henry became frantic as he realised he was now tied up in an unfamiliar room while completely naked, his ass cheeks spread and his cock dangling.  Henry let out a frightened cry as writhed around, he craned his neck to get a better look at the device he was attached to and it seemed he had been tied up meticulously.  How had he got here? But more importantly who had put him in such a scary contraption? Henry thought to call for help, but if he had been abducted that may not be such a wise move, instead he focussed on trying to remove his body from the tight and uncomfortable bindings. As Henry struggled, he was able to get a better look at his surroundings which only made him panic more. The walls were lined with pictures of big men dressed in black, various rubber and latex clothing was strewn across the floor and on a shelf just behind him he could make out what looked like sex toys and devices. Henry gulped as he realised where he was being held captive, it was some sort of sex dungeon.  

Henry had to escape; he couldn’t stay in some crazy person’s fetish dungeon. Henry urgently fought at the bindings and after a lot of struggling he felt his left hand start to become loose. Henry let out a worried smile as he put all of his energy into freeing his hand, he felt like he was making progress when he started to hear footsteps.  Henry could hear, large heavy, thudding steps, at first it made him freeze but soon the adrenaline hit and Henry tried his hardest to free himself from the binding, he could feel his left hand becoming looser, just a little more and it would be free. Henry could feel the sweat drip down from his head he was so close, but it was too late the large wooden door was booted open and a large figure stepped through.

Henry looked over in fear at the large man who had entered through the door; he had to be at least six foot, his muscles bulging out through his fetish gear, his torso adorned with hair and tattoos, his face handsome but older plastered with a devilish grin, an aura of musk emanating from him and his black boots increasing his height and adding to deep rumble of his footfall. However, while the man was both intimidating and terrifying, it was what he was holding that made Henry quiver with fear. 

Henry gulped as he saw the black, rubber gas mask dangling from the man’s tight grasp, that couldn’t be for him? He wouldn’t let it be for him! Henry was just about to scream but effortlessly the imposing man shoved a ball gag into his mouth and tied it behind Henry’s head. Through muffled screams and cries for help, Henry looked up at his captor who had now put on his own mask. The frightening sight only made Henry cry out more as the white gas mask adorned man got closer to him. It was only when it was centimetres away from his face he heard the man speak. 

“Remember what you need to do if you want me to stop?”

Henry was both shocked and scared as he desperately tried to signal that he didn’t want what was happening to continue and that he had no clue what he was talking about, but the muffled shouts were ignored as the man picked up the gas mask and shoved it roughly over Henry’s head.

Henry was frantic as the man moved away, he struggled to breathe in the mask, the claustrophobic rubber was making him hot and sweaty and with the ball gag in he was forced to breathe through his nose. The masked man soon returned ignoring the wriggles and cries from the bound and gagged Henry. Henry could only watch as the man took the long nozzle that draped from the end of Henry’s gas mask and shoved it under his arm pit, the stench of sweat and body odour instantly filling the mask and giving Henry no choice but to breathe it all in. Henry’s louder cries still did nothing to deter the man as he then moved the nozzle to his crotch, forcing Henry to breathe in sweaty ball and cock stench. Henry’s eyes watered as the smell intensified, he knew what part he was going to have to smell next and there was nothing he could do to stop the man, as he removed the nozzle from his balls and shoved it into his ass crack. 

Henry was sobbing as the unfiltered stench of ass flooded into the mask, the dirty shit smelling air the only thing he had to breathe in. By the time the man had removed the nozzle Henry was in tears. Henry had no control, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak and even what he could breathe in was all at the mercy of the masked man. He wanted to be released, he wanted the mask off of him, he wanted to go back to the vanilla guys but his new wants and desires were ignored as the man walked behind Henry and slid a finger into his exposed butthole, followed by three more. Henry’s cries of pain and pleas for help were silenced by the ball gag, he could do nothing but sob as the man applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and to large, thick dildo and began fucking Henry. 

Henry wailed and cried his tight little hole being stretched and fucked like never before. His new sex would be much more interesting now as his boundaries would constantly be pushed and no fetish was off limit for a dungeon masters gimp. The trickster smiled as the scene unfolded, it was a good thing Henry was facing away because seeing the large fist shaped dildo being covered in lube would have only made him cry more.