Moonboy
05-14-2007, 12:34 PM
I wrote this one and then got some editorial help from Strict Susan. It was not originally a facesitting story but I've easily adapted it to be one.
IRON LUNGS
By Moonboy
Bob was my best friend. He had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. When he met Laura, I knew very quickly that he would marry her and I was not proved wrong. Even so, even after they were married, our friendship continued although I was single and as time went on we had fewer and fewer interests in common.
“When are you going to find yourself a good woman?” Laura asked me jokingly on more than one occasion when I was at their house. “Every man needs a woman to keep him in order,” she assured me. “It would do you a world of good.”
“I guess I just haven’t found the right woman,” I told her, smiling with her although I had a feeling there was more than a little seriousness behind her words.
“I’ll have to introduce you to my friend Amanda,” she said. “I think she would be just right for you.”
Bob nodded wisely. “She’s not as adventurous as you though, is she Laura?” he asked her. “She wouldn’t have a basement like yours!”
Laura’s basement would have been legendary, except that as far as I was aware only she, Bob and I knew about it. I had not seen it, but she and Bob made no secret, in front of me at least, that she had some special “toys” down there and that she and Bob enjoyed the kinkier side of sex from time to time. Bob had helped her to set the room up, and he had told me many of the details. It really did sound rather exciting, and I was decidedly jealous.
“I’ll invite Amanda round here,” Laura told me, “And we can all go and play in the basement. I think you’d enjoy that, and I’m quite sure Amanda would. She’s rather like me in many ways and no, Bob, you’re wrong. She is just as adventurous as I am. You just wait and see.”
She caught my eyes as I stared at her, taking in the curves of her body. “Yes,” she said, “She has the same shaped body as me too, near enough anyway. So you can stop eyeing me up and think about her instead!”
Bob burst out laughing. He and I knew each other well enough for any rivalry to be completely good-natured. He knew that I would never touch his wife, any more than she, I was sure, would consider touching me. It was simply unthinkable.
One evening, Bob telephoned me. “You’re not going to believe the conversation I’ve just had,” he said. “Amanda’s here and she and Laura have spent the whole
evening so far talking about sex. Laura told me to call you and get you over here right now!”
“If you’re serious, I’m on my way,” I told him, almost dropping the telephone. “You are serious, aren’t you?”
Bob assured me he was completely serious. I was there in less than five minutes.
Amanda was there as Bob had told me. She was everything I had expected, and more. As Laura had said, Amanda did look very much like Laura, and both of them were very attractive, sexy and desirable women.
“Right,” said Laura. “Shall we?”
The question was directed to Amanda. “Definitely,” Amanda replied. “No doubt about it. He’s just what I need.”
“Shall we what?” I asked, feeling a little foolish. I was sure they were talking about sex, and yet it did not seem possible. Rather, it seemed too good to be true. Nothing was that simple!
“Down to the basement,” explained Laura. “Amanda and I both want a bit of kinky fun before... well, before we see what develops. Let’s just say that we’ll be interested to see what comes up.”
I glanced at Bob. He nodded, but did not say anything. The look in his eyes was enough.
There was a lot of equipment in that basement, but most noticeably there were two iron lung like containers positioned side by side in the center of the room. Each one had a number of straps, locks and contraptions attached to it. Each was also surrounded by computer consoles and other equipment. Laura invited me to strip naked and to lie down in one of them while my friend, without needing to be asked, removed his clothes and got into the other.
It took more than five minutes for all the straps to be adjusted, tightened and buckled securely. I was strapped in at the ankles, above and below the knees, just below the hips, at the hips, at mid-waist and just under the shoulders. My elbows were strapped down. My wrists were also both strapped down and cuffed with chains connected to the container. My head was outside the iron lung, resting on a pad on a small platform. Laura closed the iron lung, trapping my neck. It fit snugly to my chin. My head was completely immobilized. It made me feel a little claustrophobic, but at the same time it was incredibly exciting.
If I could have moved my head at this point, I would have glanced across at Bob. It was Laura who was securing me while Amanda was fixing Bob securely in place. That seemed wrong. Surely it should have been Amanda paying me the attention while Bob’s wife looked after him? I was suddenly embarrassed, realizing that to find myself so excited by something that Bob’s wife was doing to me was not what I had intended and not something that should be happening to me. At the same time, I realized that Bob was undoubtedly finding Amanda’s attentions equally exciting. I tried to relax.
There was no discomfort anywhere, but I could not move a muscle. Laura stepped back and looked me over, smiling. I could not believe how completely helpless I felt. I could see no way I could get out of this on my own. Laura made sure everything was secure. Satisfied that everything was as she wanted it, she told me to open my mouth and stuffed a huge ball-gag into it, strapped tightly around the back of my head and around the platform to hold it in place. She just stood back and looked me over for a minute, a smile of satisfaction on her face.
Laura stood beside me majestically, her long brown hair falling almost to her hips, her shapely figure before me. I could not move my head at all, fixed by the straps, and only my eyes could move to look up. Her breasts were above my eyes and as I looked at her I realized just how aroused I was becoming and, more worryingly, just how frightened I was. I suddenly had the sense that something was wrong, badly wrong, and in that moment and despite my arousal I desperately wanted to be free of the iron lung and straps that held me. As I tried to grasp what was happening, she took one step forward and leaned over me.
"My, my, look where your silly lust has gotten you," she whispered into my ear.
"Mmph! Mmph!" I mumbled into the gag.
Something about her attitude had changed now that I was secured and helpless.
"You thought this would be just a fun little evening of sex games, didn't you babe?" Laura purred.
"Oh, I'm sure they both did," Amanda said. "What a surprise for them both."
I could see Bob out of the corner of my eyes and there was no doubt that at that moment he was just as scared as I was. He, too, had just realized that things were not what he had thought they would be.
I moaned and struggled, but I could barely move. Laura picked up my clothes and threw them into a garbage bucket.
"You won't need those any more," she said.
I strained against the bonds but it was useless. I saw that Amanda was tossing Bob's clothes out too. She then set up some television equipment.
"You get to watch some videos," she smirked.
There were computer monitors directly above us, only a few inches from our eyes. We were both left there watching porno movies as Laura and Amanda walked out without a word. It was fairly mindless stuff, films of heaving, naked bodies grunting and thrusting into each other, then women showering with rivulets of soapy water running down their bodies. Much of it was no more than light porn but it went on and on as though it would never come to an end.
The one part of me that could still move was my cock, and it was most definitely standing at attention. It was hours before, finally, Laura and Amanda returned.
"Are you having fun boys?" Amanda teased.
Laura walked over and opened the iron container I was sealed into, very obviously checked my erection. She did the same to Bob. She said to Bob, "Congratulations, your training will now begin. You should have been more agreeable, but now you have no choice. You will be whatever I want you to be."
Amanda checked some of the equipment that was connected to us.
"Their heart rates are up,” she grinned. “They’re both very excited."
"It’s only the beginning," Laura said. “A good beginning, I think.”
She put a new DVD into the player. Bob was moaning angrily into his gag. Laura patted him on the head as he mumbled in anger.
I glared at Bob sidelong, blaming him for this. Surely he must have known what Laura had planned? How could he let me be dragged into this too? I was furious that what had promised to be no more than a little kinky sex had turned into these hours of frustration and it was Bob’s wife who was doing it.
We could only lie there and endure whatever they chose to do to us. Laura patted me on the head too.
"I guess you boys are completely incapable of turning the tables on us now."
Again I writhed and moaned, proving how helpless I really was and how I was completely at her mercy. It was suddenly obvious that the two of them were far from finished with us and that the hours of frustration we had already endured were merely a start to whatever it was they intended to do to us.
“Ready?” Laura asked Amanda. She nodded. With the containers open but both of us strapped down, both of them picked up razors and advanced towards us. We really writhed now, seeing that they intended to shave us, but there was no escaping.
Amanda leaned forward, her shoulder length blond hair hanging as her breasts seemed to swell in their cups. She bent, hands on knees to look at us intently. She stared at me thoughtfully, her bright eyes as blue as the sky.
"My, they sure are very bad tempered considering the situation they’re in," she said. “You would have thought they would be more careful to be nice to us. Do you think they really realize what we could do to them?”
"Maybe they'll be less temperamental after the next treatment," Laura suggested.
We both begged as well we could through our gags. It was to no avail. We were powerless to stop them and nothing we could have said would have made any difference to them. They started to shave us around our genitals.
They did not stop there. Once our genitals were smooth and hairless, they went on to shave our legs, our chests, our stomachs, our balls and in fact everything they could reach. Of course, the two women could do whatever they pleased with us. We had no way of stopping them, and now we both realized that their intentions were far from pleasant.
Laura patted my head as she might pat a pet. She ran her finger around my lips spread wide around the gag.
"Now we really start to get serious," she said.
This time it was different. I hardened as they stripped naked. Amanda walked over and smiled down at me.
“Take a good look at my face,” she smirked. “You’ll spend most of your time becoming much more familiar with my other end.”
Then she straddled me as I moaned helplessly. Her lovely ass was above my face and I whimpered as it descended, cutting off my sight as her thighs clamped around my head and she wiggled down, completely sealing me in. I could see nothing except glimpses of her ass and thighs and vagina as she grinded and rubbed for what seemed forever and was certainly hours. She let me get a breath only when I was almost unconscious. My brain was on fire with need for air as were my lungs. My sight was her ass. My hearing was only of her clamping thighs. My sense of smell and taste detected only the engulfing aroma of her sweet vaginal juices as she orgasmed again and again from riding my face and my sense of touch was all of her luscious ass. It must have been hours. I pissed all over because I could not hold it any longer. There seemed to be no end to it. I was seeing her luscious body in a way I never dreamed I would, closer to her ass and pussy than I ever thought possible, and all I wanted was to get away. It felt to me as though I had been here forever.
The helplessness was unbearable. The need to breathe was a burning agony. The powerlessness was absolute, yet the lust was overpowering. I was going insane. I was sure I was going insane and that at any minute my conscious mind would simply shut itself off and replace all rational thought with a gibbering madness in which reality became fantasy, and even in the fantasy itself it became impossible to distinguish pleasure from nightmare.
I was on the edge, the very edge, when she suddenly stood up and got off of me as if she had predicted the exact moment it would become too much for me.
"So, was it good for you?" Amanda smirked.
I could not nod my head but the truth was that it was terrifying but horribly arousing.
"Now for even more fun," said Amanda gleefully.
To Be Continued...
IRON LUNGS
By Moonboy
Bob was my best friend. He had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. When he met Laura, I knew very quickly that he would marry her and I was not proved wrong. Even so, even after they were married, our friendship continued although I was single and as time went on we had fewer and fewer interests in common.
“When are you going to find yourself a good woman?” Laura asked me jokingly on more than one occasion when I was at their house. “Every man needs a woman to keep him in order,” she assured me. “It would do you a world of good.”
“I guess I just haven’t found the right woman,” I told her, smiling with her although I had a feeling there was more than a little seriousness behind her words.
“I’ll have to introduce you to my friend Amanda,” she said. “I think she would be just right for you.”
Bob nodded wisely. “She’s not as adventurous as you though, is she Laura?” he asked her. “She wouldn’t have a basement like yours!”
Laura’s basement would have been legendary, except that as far as I was aware only she, Bob and I knew about it. I had not seen it, but she and Bob made no secret, in front of me at least, that she had some special “toys” down there and that she and Bob enjoyed the kinkier side of sex from time to time. Bob had helped her to set the room up, and he had told me many of the details. It really did sound rather exciting, and I was decidedly jealous.
“I’ll invite Amanda round here,” Laura told me, “And we can all go and play in the basement. I think you’d enjoy that, and I’m quite sure Amanda would. She’s rather like me in many ways and no, Bob, you’re wrong. She is just as adventurous as I am. You just wait and see.”
She caught my eyes as I stared at her, taking in the curves of her body. “Yes,” she said, “She has the same shaped body as me too, near enough anyway. So you can stop eyeing me up and think about her instead!”
Bob burst out laughing. He and I knew each other well enough for any rivalry to be completely good-natured. He knew that I would never touch his wife, any more than she, I was sure, would consider touching me. It was simply unthinkable.
One evening, Bob telephoned me. “You’re not going to believe the conversation I’ve just had,” he said. “Amanda’s here and she and Laura have spent the whole
evening so far talking about sex. Laura told me to call you and get you over here right now!”
“If you’re serious, I’m on my way,” I told him, almost dropping the telephone. “You are serious, aren’t you?”
Bob assured me he was completely serious. I was there in less than five minutes.
Amanda was there as Bob had told me. She was everything I had expected, and more. As Laura had said, Amanda did look very much like Laura, and both of them were very attractive, sexy and desirable women.
“Right,” said Laura. “Shall we?”
The question was directed to Amanda. “Definitely,” Amanda replied. “No doubt about it. He’s just what I need.”
“Shall we what?” I asked, feeling a little foolish. I was sure they were talking about sex, and yet it did not seem possible. Rather, it seemed too good to be true. Nothing was that simple!
“Down to the basement,” explained Laura. “Amanda and I both want a bit of kinky fun before... well, before we see what develops. Let’s just say that we’ll be interested to see what comes up.”
I glanced at Bob. He nodded, but did not say anything. The look in his eyes was enough.
There was a lot of equipment in that basement, but most noticeably there were two iron lung like containers positioned side by side in the center of the room. Each one had a number of straps, locks and contraptions attached to it. Each was also surrounded by computer consoles and other equipment. Laura invited me to strip naked and to lie down in one of them while my friend, without needing to be asked, removed his clothes and got into the other.
It took more than five minutes for all the straps to be adjusted, tightened and buckled securely. I was strapped in at the ankles, above and below the knees, just below the hips, at the hips, at mid-waist and just under the shoulders. My elbows were strapped down. My wrists were also both strapped down and cuffed with chains connected to the container. My head was outside the iron lung, resting on a pad on a small platform. Laura closed the iron lung, trapping my neck. It fit snugly to my chin. My head was completely immobilized. It made me feel a little claustrophobic, but at the same time it was incredibly exciting.
If I could have moved my head at this point, I would have glanced across at Bob. It was Laura who was securing me while Amanda was fixing Bob securely in place. That seemed wrong. Surely it should have been Amanda paying me the attention while Bob’s wife looked after him? I was suddenly embarrassed, realizing that to find myself so excited by something that Bob’s wife was doing to me was not what I had intended and not something that should be happening to me. At the same time, I realized that Bob was undoubtedly finding Amanda’s attentions equally exciting. I tried to relax.
There was no discomfort anywhere, but I could not move a muscle. Laura stepped back and looked me over, smiling. I could not believe how completely helpless I felt. I could see no way I could get out of this on my own. Laura made sure everything was secure. Satisfied that everything was as she wanted it, she told me to open my mouth and stuffed a huge ball-gag into it, strapped tightly around the back of my head and around the platform to hold it in place. She just stood back and looked me over for a minute, a smile of satisfaction on her face.
Laura stood beside me majestically, her long brown hair falling almost to her hips, her shapely figure before me. I could not move my head at all, fixed by the straps, and only my eyes could move to look up. Her breasts were above my eyes and as I looked at her I realized just how aroused I was becoming and, more worryingly, just how frightened I was. I suddenly had the sense that something was wrong, badly wrong, and in that moment and despite my arousal I desperately wanted to be free of the iron lung and straps that held me. As I tried to grasp what was happening, she took one step forward and leaned over me.
"My, my, look where your silly lust has gotten you," she whispered into my ear.
"Mmph! Mmph!" I mumbled into the gag.
Something about her attitude had changed now that I was secured and helpless.
"You thought this would be just a fun little evening of sex games, didn't you babe?" Laura purred.
"Oh, I'm sure they both did," Amanda said. "What a surprise for them both."
I could see Bob out of the corner of my eyes and there was no doubt that at that moment he was just as scared as I was. He, too, had just realized that things were not what he had thought they would be.
I moaned and struggled, but I could barely move. Laura picked up my clothes and threw them into a garbage bucket.
"You won't need those any more," she said.
I strained against the bonds but it was useless. I saw that Amanda was tossing Bob's clothes out too. She then set up some television equipment.
"You get to watch some videos," she smirked.
There were computer monitors directly above us, only a few inches from our eyes. We were both left there watching porno movies as Laura and Amanda walked out without a word. It was fairly mindless stuff, films of heaving, naked bodies grunting and thrusting into each other, then women showering with rivulets of soapy water running down their bodies. Much of it was no more than light porn but it went on and on as though it would never come to an end.
The one part of me that could still move was my cock, and it was most definitely standing at attention. It was hours before, finally, Laura and Amanda returned.
"Are you having fun boys?" Amanda teased.
Laura walked over and opened the iron container I was sealed into, very obviously checked my erection. She did the same to Bob. She said to Bob, "Congratulations, your training will now begin. You should have been more agreeable, but now you have no choice. You will be whatever I want you to be."
Amanda checked some of the equipment that was connected to us.
"Their heart rates are up,” she grinned. “They’re both very excited."
"It’s only the beginning," Laura said. “A good beginning, I think.”
She put a new DVD into the player. Bob was moaning angrily into his gag. Laura patted him on the head as he mumbled in anger.
I glared at Bob sidelong, blaming him for this. Surely he must have known what Laura had planned? How could he let me be dragged into this too? I was furious that what had promised to be no more than a little kinky sex had turned into these hours of frustration and it was Bob’s wife who was doing it.
We could only lie there and endure whatever they chose to do to us. Laura patted me on the head too.
"I guess you boys are completely incapable of turning the tables on us now."
Again I writhed and moaned, proving how helpless I really was and how I was completely at her mercy. It was suddenly obvious that the two of them were far from finished with us and that the hours of frustration we had already endured were merely a start to whatever it was they intended to do to us.
“Ready?” Laura asked Amanda. She nodded. With the containers open but both of us strapped down, both of them picked up razors and advanced towards us. We really writhed now, seeing that they intended to shave us, but there was no escaping.
Amanda leaned forward, her shoulder length blond hair hanging as her breasts seemed to swell in their cups. She bent, hands on knees to look at us intently. She stared at me thoughtfully, her bright eyes as blue as the sky.
"My, they sure are very bad tempered considering the situation they’re in," she said. “You would have thought they would be more careful to be nice to us. Do you think they really realize what we could do to them?”
"Maybe they'll be less temperamental after the next treatment," Laura suggested.
We both begged as well we could through our gags. It was to no avail. We were powerless to stop them and nothing we could have said would have made any difference to them. They started to shave us around our genitals.
They did not stop there. Once our genitals were smooth and hairless, they went on to shave our legs, our chests, our stomachs, our balls and in fact everything they could reach. Of course, the two women could do whatever they pleased with us. We had no way of stopping them, and now we both realized that their intentions were far from pleasant.
Laura patted my head as she might pat a pet. She ran her finger around my lips spread wide around the gag.
"Now we really start to get serious," she said.
This time it was different. I hardened as they stripped naked. Amanda walked over and smiled down at me.
“Take a good look at my face,” she smirked. “You’ll spend most of your time becoming much more familiar with my other end.”
Then she straddled me as I moaned helplessly. Her lovely ass was above my face and I whimpered as it descended, cutting off my sight as her thighs clamped around my head and she wiggled down, completely sealing me in. I could see nothing except glimpses of her ass and thighs and vagina as she grinded and rubbed for what seemed forever and was certainly hours. She let me get a breath only when I was almost unconscious. My brain was on fire with need for air as were my lungs. My sight was her ass. My hearing was only of her clamping thighs. My sense of smell and taste detected only the engulfing aroma of her sweet vaginal juices as she orgasmed again and again from riding my face and my sense of touch was all of her luscious ass. It must have been hours. I pissed all over because I could not hold it any longer. There seemed to be no end to it. I was seeing her luscious body in a way I never dreamed I would, closer to her ass and pussy than I ever thought possible, and all I wanted was to get away. It felt to me as though I had been here forever.
The helplessness was unbearable. The need to breathe was a burning agony. The powerlessness was absolute, yet the lust was overpowering. I was going insane. I was sure I was going insane and that at any minute my conscious mind would simply shut itself off and replace all rational thought with a gibbering madness in which reality became fantasy, and even in the fantasy itself it became impossible to distinguish pleasure from nightmare.
I was on the edge, the very edge, when she suddenly stood up and got off of me as if she had predicted the exact moment it would become too much for me.
"So, was it good for you?" Amanda smirked.
I could not nod my head but the truth was that it was terrifying but horribly arousing.
"Now for even more fun," said Amanda gleefully.
To Be Continued...