Pants with hood (suckpants) and bondage dreams.
Something you absolutely can’t do alone

Long time ago when I discovered this “device” on the Internet, I thought that it would be fun to try it. And forgot for many years.

But recently Dworkin wrote about his experience with this garment here. And it all began again…

As I mentioned in that thread, I would prefer to wear the hood, and I would like to have a man in the pants, and I would like to be bound. I would like to feel how (at the beginning) a soft flaccid member, which neither looks nor feels like a danger or anything threatening, becomes more powerful. It elongates and enters my mouth, filling it completely, but does not stop at that point. It grows and grows and almost gags me, but I have no other choice but to accept it. I can’t move away, I can’t protect myself with my hands, because they are tightly and inescapably bound behind my back…

I’m completely encased in catsuit made out of smoky transparent latex. Despite the built-in hood is also transparent, my vision is

severely blurred by the rubber. I see nobody, but everybody can see me with a cock in my mouth, laying on a short but very heavy padded table on my belly. My chin almost reaches the edge, legs in ridiculously high heels are spread and bound to the table legs. My hands in built-in mittens are tied behind my back in the reverse prayer position. A strap, going from the head harness with a ring gag to my wrists, keeps my head erect and my throat straight.

I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying there as a shiny piece of sexy furniture. Not as an object of desire, but a kinky utensil, just like a human toilet. I can be used from both sides…

The catsuit I’m wearing has only 4 holes: two nostrils, one mouth tube and anus. My penis is inserted downwards into a tight sleeve glued to the crotch part inside the catsuit. Another rubber harness secures a 16″ long flexible silicon dildo reaching my descending colon.

Because of the effective ear mufflers deeply inserted into my ears, I can’t hear that someone is ready to use me. The spots of light and shadows could be produced by clouds and I close my eyes to concentrate on what’s going on.

The dildo is being slowly removed… The corrugated surface sends waves of pleasure with every rib leaving my body. The dildo is replaced with someone’s dick. After the dildo it feels like a finger. OK, big finger. Hey, what is that guy doing? He’s not moving back and forth like the previous one … But … Ha! He wants to pee inside me! With such an erection it’s not gonna be easy. Relax first and try not to fall out next!

Meanwhile the suck pants connected to the hood changed theirs position. Someone reached my mouth and … Yargghhh … They could’ve warned me and I could’ve hold my breath!!! Ah, I can’t hear anyway… It was a deep throat spray to prevent gagging reflex… Next comes a generous shot of a lube.. O-ho-ho … I have a bad feeling about that…

The guy pulled the pants on and shoved his ice cold wet penis in my mouth. (Apparently he had to use ice to tame his erection, otherwise he would not be able get into the pants.) Not something you normally expect and I instinctively pulled with all my weight away from him and simultaneously clenched my teeth … To no avail, though… The ring gag did not let me. But the body jerk seems to help the boy from behind to finally relax and he emitted a thick hot jet which almost hit my stomach from the other side.

A cold tip of the still flaccid penis is lying on my tongue. The owner is not moving, apparently silently enjoying the building sensation. And it has happened. Suddenly the cock sprang to life. After the first pulse it started slowly creeping deeper in my mouth. It feels like the cock is not connected to any human body, a thing on it’s own, like tentacles in mangas. A Thing without a brain, a Thing without a bone, a Thing without the owner, just a pulsing, slowly expanding Thing inevitably heading its goal – my throat…

The flow in my bowels has finally ceased. With the last drops the guy squeezed my buttocks to prevent the backflow and withdrawn his hose just to quickly replace it with an inflatable butt-plug. Before I could expel what he’s injected, the plug has been quickly inflated and fixed with the harness. Too late… Now I have a bucket of salty liquid in my guts and that merciless Thing in my mouth.

The pulsing Thing has finally stopped just behind the tonsils. Thanks God he used the spray… I can’t stand anything touching the back of my tongue, let alone the back of my throat… But I can’t tell if he stands close or far from the edge of the table I was bound to. What if…

I gasped for the air when he thrusted forward … The deepness his cock has reached shocked me… Never before … But since my chin is laying flat on the table and the throat is aligned with my mouth, he can go as deep as my stomach and I can do nothing to prevent that…

The short rubber tube connecting the hood and the pants does not let his dick leave my throat completely. But at least I can get some air. Fortunately, the abusing of my well lubricated throat does not last an eternity. He breaks the rhythm … tenses … the cock fills all the space within the ring gag … and … explodes with thick squirts!!!

The Thing is retreating… Unwillingly though … It’s crawling away leaving piles of a melting substance with a smell of a fresh water-melon… Again, only the very tip rests on the top of my tongue and does not even react to my caressing…

The guy got out of the pants, leaving me alone. A piece of shiny garden furniture…

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