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By Wakeysub

He went to the bench and picked up a small box.

“I love this upgrade.”

He placed the open box on the small table next to the chair. He ran his fingers over the chastity cage and pulled on it to make sure it was properly secured and wasn’t rubbing unnecessarily. He was satisfied that everything was okay. He picked up a small box from the table and held it on the underside of the shaft of my chastity. There was a click and the head of the chastity detached. My cock head was revealed for the first time in weeks but the cage was still firmly locked in place with the metal rod fixed permanently into the piercing at the base of my glans. He started to run his fingers over my glans.

“The pins are certainly leaving an impression. I think the upgrade will really drive the point home.” He laughed at his joke and I saw Master West smile.

The medic picked up a spray can from the table and sprayed it liberally onto the head of my caged cock. The spray was icy cold and my cock shrunk in response. He attached a small tube to the can and pushed this into my piss-slit. He squirted the numbing spray deep into my urethra. He pressed the spray several times until he was happy that everything was ready. My cock was numb. I shivered in anticipation. Whatever was going to happen I was sure that it was going to be more painful for me.

He opened the box and lifted out a small metal object. It was a replacement head for the chastity. He held it close to my face and rotated it to show me the new head. This one had a long urethral insert. It had been adapted to accommodate the lock in my piercing. The insert looked quite broad and would really stretch my piss-slit. He smiled as he saw my reaction to the urethral insert. The insert wasn’t a smooth tube as you would normally expect. It looked like it was covered in a ribbed pattern and I assumed this was to improve the sensation. I would soon find out that I was wrong.

“I see you like the thought of this filling your piss-slit. It will impale your cock and make sure you get the maximum effect from the new pins. That’s the other major enhancement. If you enjoyed the previous pins you are really going to love these ones. These pins are so much finer. You will really get the point when you get hard. You had better learn some self-control quickly. Until you control your cock these pins are going to hurt like hell.”

He lubed the urethral insert and lined it up carefully with the head of my cock. The end of the tube was tapered slightly so it slid in and stretched my piss-slit as it went inside.

“Now, we need to get this right first time because of the barbs in the middle section on the outside of the insert. You see this two-inch section here where the insert is ribbed?” He pointed to the area he was referring to and Master West nodded.

“I have to admit that I love the creativity of the designer of this device. The ribbing looks like its designed for pleasure but it couldn’t be further from the truth. 768 will get little pleasure from this. They are designed to slide in smoothly with all the lube I’ve used but once they are in the barbs within the ribbing will embed into the inside of the cock and stop this ever pulling out again. They are designed to fold back like wings. All I need to do is a single pull on the insert once it’s in place and they will fan right out. The best bit about that is as your cock tries to pull back it will just drive them deeper. Every time the cock hardens and softens it will be brutally tortured from the inside This is the ultimate permanent upgrade.”

As the insert was firmly pushed in further my piss slit spread wider and wider to accommodate the increasing tube. I moaned despite the numbing and my collar tingled to remind me that it was active. The insert was long and the medic applied consistent firm pressure to push it in. It just seemed to continue pushing deeper and deeper until it extended back behind the back ring of the chastity. The gap between the top of the chastity shaft and the new head got closer and closer. The head was rounded so the new pins would be pressing in all around the glans of my captured cock. I felt the pins pressing against the numbed head of my cock. It was an odd feeling.

My cock was flaccid so they were just pushing at the head but I knew that as soon as I started to get some feeling back these pins were going to be driven deep into my cock. As the gap between the two parts closed to about a millimetre he pulled back on the insert and it drew out slightly. Even in my number cock I felt the barbs digging into my flesh. He applied pressure and the gap finally closed between the two parts. I heard the loud click as the two parts of the cage came together and locked into place. The new part was so precisely machined that there was no sign of a join. It looked like I had a solid piece of metal covering my cock. Where previously there had been a metal gauze covering the piss-slit to prevent access to my cock there was now just the end of the urethral insert. My cock was now completely encased. Maybe entombed would be a better description.

“The two parts are now bonded together so we won’t be opening that again. I should feel sorry for 768 but I have to admit that just thinking of it makes me hard.”

“Now, I need to check that the electro is working properly. The length and girth of the insert along with the barbs mean that there is so much more potential for shocking. As the cock heals around it the electrode will almost become a part of it.”

The medic touched a remote control and my crotch exploded in pain. Even with the numbing spray, I could feel the full effect of the current flowing between the urethral insert and the pins. The fine pins meant that the shocks were targeted and super painful. Where previously the pain had been focussed at the head the addition of the urethral insert meant that the current was now flowing the length of my shaft from behind my balls to my tortured cock head. It felt so much worse than the pain I previously experienced. He pressed a button and it stopped.

I struggled to catch my breath. He pressed another button and the current started flowing from the urethral insert down into my nuts. It felt like someone was grinding a boot into my exposed balls. He pressed another button on the control and the pain level increased. I moaned and the collar tingled again. I struggled to suppress the urge to moan. Every muscle in my body was tensed and my ass was lifted off the chair. He pressed the button, the shock stopped, and I slumped back into the chair.

“Looks like that’s working. I’ve only tested it at level one and two but I’m sure 768 will get the full impact soon enough. Just need to check how the weight loss is going and then we’re done”

Master West reattached my leash and there was a click as the restraints released. He yanked on the leash, I scrambled out of the chair and stood with my legs spread wide. He pulled me over to the platform of a weighing scale in the corner of the room. He indicated that I should stand on the platform. I did as I was told and both the medic and Master West looked at the display waiting for it to display my weight. The number appeared and Master West smiled.

“Six kilos. That’s a good number for the first week – some of that is going to be fluid but your healthy regime is obviously paying off. My prescription would definitely be more of the same.”

Master West was pleased that his hard work to improve me was appreciated. He thanked the medic and walked towards the door with me in tow. My cock was numb and felt heavy. There was a dull ache from inside my piss slit from where the barbs had scoured when then insert was finally pushed into place. I was conflicted. The thought of the enhancements to the cage excited me but at the same time the prospect of the level of pain that these new additions could inflict filled me with fear. This addition also reinforced the fact that this chastity was permanent.

A yank on the leash brought me back to the present. We were back at the building site.

“Target for today is 14 barrows an hour and you owe 15 from yesterday. If you fail to achieve the target today then I’ll increase your punishment level by one step. If you fail then the consequences will be entirely down to you.”

He took me over to the wheelbarrow and locked me in place. As I lifted the handles of the wheelbarrow I was immediately aware of the rod running down the length of my numbed cock. It felt so odd and every time I moved it re-seated itself inside my cock. If this was what it felt like numb what the hell would it feel like when I wasn’t.

I focused on the wheelbarrow and drove it down the ramp into the hole as quickly as possible. The slaves working with the shovels and the picks had been working hard and the hole was now much deeper. The ramp now ran around two sides of the hole. The ramp was pitted and soft underfoot, so I had to keep pushing and guiding the barrow to get it to the bottom of the hole. The slave with the shovel rapidly filled my barrow with earth and I waited for the buzzer to sound before I bent my knees and lifted the handles. I pushed hard to get the barrow to move and the struggle to get up ramp seemed to take forever.

My only focus today was to achieve the target and avoid the punishment level increasing. In seven hours the numbing of my cock would have worn off and the prospect of being shocked at a higher level than I had already experienced filled me with a sense of dread. I pushed on down the slope until I saw the dumping point at the bottom. I lined the wheelbarrow up with the opening at the top of the slope and took a run-up. The barrow locked firmly in place and I tilted it up and the soil dumped into the skip below. As soon as the barrow was empty it released and I pulled it back and ran back up the hill as quickly as possible. I realised that I hadn’t seen the other barrow slave today. As I got back to the ramp I pushed down as quickly as possible making sure that the barrow kept moving.

The shovel slave quickly piled another load of soil into my barrow. The soil this time was heavier clay. They must have dug through the sand into the underlying clay. This would make for harder work for all of us. Digging the clay out in the first place would be harder and would take longer to load. As soon as the buzzer sounded I was off up the ramp. Although the weight of the clay was the same as the sand it sat very differently in the barrow and the barrow handled differently. I pushed down the slope and managed to line up with the dumping point at my first attempt. Lifting the handles was more of a struggle with the clay and I had to lift the handles high above my head before the mass of clay fell into the skip below. It landed in the skip with a massive thud. The barrow released and I ran back up the hill as soon as possible. I had no idea what time it was – since I came to the island the whole concept of time had become alien to me. The sun was beginning to get stronger and I was beginning to sweat profusely.

I got back to the edge of the whole and stumbled as I moved down the ramp. I managed to avoid tripping over but by the time I got back to the bottom of the hole I was panting. I pushed on relentlessly – I wasn’t going to fail today. I moved as quickly as I could and although I lost count of the number of trips I was sure I was keeping up. Then. When I came down the ramp things were different. Next to the pile of earth, there was a massive rock which they had obviously dug out of the hole. The shovel slave told me to tip the barrow up so they could roll the rock into the barrow. Other than lifting the handles I couldn’t help with the loading as both wrists were locked in place on the barrow. Three of the shovel slaves lined up the rock and pushed it back until it was on the trolley. Then they leant on it and told me to pull back on the handles. I did as they told me. The rock rolled back into the barrow as I righted it. As soon as the barrow hit the ground the buzzer sounded. This rock had to weigh more than a full trolley of soil. I bent my legs and braced to lift the barrow. It literally weighed a ton.

I had to really struggle to just get the handles off the ground and getting the barrow to move took all my effort. Every step up the ramp was a nightmare and all I could think about was how this was going to impact my productivity. By the time I got to the edge of the hole, I was swimming in sweat and gasping for breath. I pushed on down the path and had to struggle to get the barrow over the roots which crossed the path. By the time I got to the ramp at the bottom of the path, I was exhausted. I pushed slowly up the slope trying to line up the barrow with the dumping point. I saw someone moving in the woods to my left-hand side. I had to get this rock dumped as I didn’t have the energy to be forced to try and get it up there again. I was so relieved when I heard the barrow wheel click into place in the dumping point.

I bent my knees again and braced as I lifted the barrow handles. The weight was unbelievable and the barrow just didn’t want to pivot. I tensed my muscles to lift the barrow high enough for the rock to slide out of the barrow. It refused to move – even when the barrow was at its maximum the rock remained firmly in place. I thrust forward with the barrow handles and eventually, the rock rolled out of the barrow and landed with the loudest crash when it hit the skip.

I heard a round of applause from the man watching me working from the wood next to the path. I lowered the arms of the barrow and it released with a click. I pulled the trolley back and started to turn to head back up the path to the hole.

“768 stop.”

Wakeysub

To be continued …

By Suitandbondagelover

Sir leaves the dungeon and I find myself alone in this room attached to this cross.

I can only look at myself in the position of this gentleman prisoner. After a while I feel drool coming out of my mouth trapped in this ball gag.

The drool is getting harder and harder to contain and I can feel my shirt getting wet.

The whole night has made me very tired and I fall asleep despite the constraints but I cannot really sleep because regularly the dildo reminds me with an electric shock whose intensity is never twice the same.

Despite the awkward position I am in a state of euphoria and excitement.

Suddenly the dungeon door opens and Sir enters. Although it is not a working day, the gentleman is elegantly dressed. He wears a beige Italian suit, a heavy blue tie over an azure blue shirt, and very elegant black shoes.

Hello Georges he said to me. He removes the ball gag from my mouth. Hope you enjoyed this moment. You stayed in this position for three hours. Yes Sir, Thank you Sir, I am responding in a voice that I hope is convincing enough. Sir lets down my pants and removes the dildo from my anus. He also removes the chastity cage. He puts my pants back on. I’m going to untie you but be careful you might feel weak if you activate too quickly. Then I’ll take you to take a shower before we share breakfast.

Now you can call me Paul and we can talk to each other again. Paul has to support me as we make our way to the bathroom. Your shirt and tie are in a deplorable state, you will find a clean shirt and a tie in the bathroom.

I take a long hot shower and regain energy. After about ten minutes there is no more trace of semen or perspiration. Paul has prepared a razor, a toothbrush. So I shave myself and clean my mouth.

I dress in the shirt Paul gave me and see that it fits me. Paul chose a regimental burgundy and blue silk tie. I tie it with a double Windsor knot. Paul thought about providing me with boxer shorts. My costume suffered from the ropes and other ties that Paul used that night. But it gives us proof of our intense night of sex.

I join Paul for a healthy breakfast, Paul cannot hide his erection from seeing me and I am excited too at the sight of this elegant man.

At the end of the meal Paul asks me what I thought of our night. I tell him that I loved being under his control.

Would you like us to repeat the experience, asks Paul. Yes I would love to I tell him.

He gets up from his chair, walks over to me, takes my head in his hands and kisses me deeply. Follow me he tells me, he takes me by the tie and brings me back to the dungeon. I will take your measurements that could be useful to us maybe one day. Like an experienced tailor, Paul takes the measurements as if he had to make a bespoke suit for me. When he’s done he kisses me again, we hug for a long time and he’s clearly leading the maneuver. Without realizing it I found myself with my back on the St Andrew cross. Still our mouths stuck together and our tongues greedily answering each other Paul uses his strength to tie me back to the cross. This done, Paul walks over to the wall and chooses a leather muzzle and fix it on my head.

He opens my pants and my cock appears at attention. He puts on a pair of leather gloves again. I saw that you liked it, he told me. He masturbates me and it doesn’t take long before I explode.

Once well drained, he cleans my penis with his tongue. He then places the chastity cage that I had known last night. He pulls up my pants and whispered in my ear, we’ll meet up next Friday for another crazy night. In the meantime you will remain in chastity. I’m already looking forward to having you all week sitting across from me at the desk and knowing that I have you at my mercy.

He unties me from the cross and takes off the muzzle. Come, I’ll take you back to the office so you can pick up your car. Just before leaving the villa Paul kisses me again.

Monday morning I go to the office a little anxious to find Paul and see how this week will last. I have with me my bag of dirty laundry with the shirt and tie covered in cum. What will the people responsible for the cleanup think?

Paul arrives a few minutes after me and greets me with a frank handshake. It seems nothing happened between us last Friday. The workload is quite intense and the days go by at an incredible speed. Thursday at the end of the day Paul said to me: “I have reserved a table in a very discreet restaurant, the address of which not many people know. I would like you to wear your gray suit that you had on Monday and the tie from Wednesday. The table is reserved for 9 p.m. This will give you time to come home to take a shower and get ready. I will pick you up because access to the restaurant is restricted to members and their guest.

Friday we leave the office around 6:30 p.m. and I go home. I’m already in the bathroom when I get a text from Paul. I unlocked the chastity cage for an hour so you can take a shower and check that you haven’t grown hair during the week. I want you impeccably shaved. When this is done you will put the cage back in place and text me to re-lock. You are prohibited from masturbating during this hour.

So I check my body and indeed some hairs have grown during the week and I do what is necessary to have a body free of hair.

Once done I send the following message The sex of your prisoner is again in his chastity cage sir. Thank you sir. 30 seconds later I hear a click and I am again deprived of access to my penis.

I start to dress I put a white shirt directly on my chest. I use elastic garters to keep my shirt tight. My nipples stand out through the fabric. It turns me on but I don’t have a chance to be hard.

The cufflinks are the same gray as the suit I’ll be wearing.

I put on yellow stockings that go up to my knees, immaculate white boxer shorts and the pants of my light gray suit. I tie Paul’s chosen tie around my neck. This is a tone-on-tone regimental yellow silk tie. I choose a double four in hand knot which suits the cut away collar of my shirt. I matched my pocket square to the tie and chose to fold it into three folds.

It is 8 pm and Paul rings the bell at my door. I open the door and let him in. He is dressed in a black slim suit, a white shirt and a black tie. Everything in him intends respect and domination.

He kisses me tenderly and then checks my outfit. Perfect he tells me that’s exactly what I expected from you.

We take his car and head for the restaurants. This is what we call the upscale part of the city. We stop at a mansion that doesn’t give the impression of being a restaurant. Paul rings the bell and a man comes to open the door. Good evening Mr. Paul, your table is reserved as usual. He leads us to our table where two men are waiting for us, who take care of our chair.

All the staff members are in black tuxedos with bow ties. There are only five tables in the restaurant and for each there are two appointed men. They all have athletic bodies and look like they’ve served in the military.

We are the last guests, all the other tables are already occupied by only two men all elegantly dressed in suits and ties. At each table one of the two men is dressed in the same way as Paul, in a suit and black tie. As if they were part of a club with the same uniform.

Paul tells me that the menu is the same for all the tables and has been chosen by the chef. We start with a mix of sushi and sashimi, followed by poultry and a lemon mousse for dessert. Everything is delicious in small quantities, but at the end of the meal I don’t feel like I’m hungry yet. Paul and I chatted about everything and nothing again and I’m starting to wonder what we’re doing here. I expected something sexier.

We are served coffee and in the same movement the two servers assigned to each table stand behind the men who are not in black suits. The light suddenly changes and a spot is aimed at every man who is not in the club uniform. One of the two waiters stands behind my back and puts his hand over my mouth. The other uses handcuffs and ties me to the chair. It didn’t take 15 seconds.

The other men seem to know what’s going on and don’t resist. Clearly they know the procedure.

Paul tells me tonight you are prisoner Number 3. You will respond to the requests of all people who will give you an order. Each order will start with Number 3.

From now on I am a Master and if you have to talk to me you will only use this name.

If you promise to stay silent the waiter will take his hand out of your mouth. Nod if you agree. And I do.

The waiter removes his hand from my mouth but stays behind me at attention.

Master tells me that I am the only one here for whom this is the first time to eat in this private club. You will attend the preparation of each prisoner for the night then will come your turn.

At the first table the two waiters begin their work on prisoner Number 1. They place a leather head harness. There is a gag incorporated into the muzzle. When it is tight and closed, the servers place padlocks on the five loops. They give the keys to the Master of this table. They hook a leash to the D-ring placed on the neck of Prisoner 1. The Prisoner gets up from his chair kneels before his Master places his hands behind his head fingers crossed.

At the second table it’s now up to Prisoner 2 to be prepared. The waiters place an open mouth spandex hood. The prisoner sees nothing but his mouth is at the disposal of the Masters. He stands up too, kneels down and places his hands behind his head.

I think it’s my turn but it’s towards table 4 that things are going. Prisoner 4 gets up from his chair. He begins to take off his jacket, unties his tie, takes off his shoes, his pants, his boxer shorts and ends with his shirt. He is completely naked in the middle of the restaurant. From the office one of the waiters arrives with a rolling table. Above it is a Trojan body harness that the prisoner hastens to pass. Then one of the waiters places a black leather discipline collar. Next comes leather handcuffs around the wrists and ankles. To stay in style, the prisoner ties a leather tie around the collar. The prisoner’s hands are finally tied behind his back with a padlock, the key of which is given to the Master. The prisoner kneels before his Master.

It is the next to last prisoner’s turn to be prepared for the night. He gets up from his chair, takes off his jacket and stands straight in front of his Master. He is in a shirt and tie and his pants is held up by suspenders. The waiters begin to tie up the prisoner with ropes, the torso and arms only. They also use ropes to tie the hands of the prisoner behind the back. They place a locking front leather gag and close it with a padlock. They give the key to the Master. The waiter ends up placing black Japanese clamps on the prisoner’s nipples. The prisoner is finally ready and kneels before his Master.

So there is only me left who is not prepared for the night. My Master tells me this is your first night as a prisoner of the club. You are going to be used in any way the Masters here present want to, but they won’t be alone anytime soon other members will join us. Master gets up from his chair and kisses me tenderly. I’m going to prepare you, he told me. Thank you Master, I answer with a little anguish in my voice. Master begins by putting some sort of plug in the ears. The waiters give my Master a neoprene sensory hood. The hood does not have the mouth or eye part. Master closes the zip behind the head. It adds over a neoprene collar with 4 d ring. He closes it with a padlock and puts the key in his pants pocket.

He then takes the mouth cover in his hand and fixes it in place. I find myself deprived of any notion of noise and I can no longer speak. I feel the handcuffs being released from the chair to cuff my hands behind my back. The waiters force me to kneel in front of my Master.

I see that plugs are also put in the ears of other prisoners.

Suddenly I hear my Master’s voice in my ears. In fact the plugs are wireless ear plugs. Have a good night he told me.

The night can begin.

To be continued …

By UKDeviant on Recon

After sending the proof pic, I popped the lock on the timer padlock, fed the wire rope back out of the eyes on the zips and opened my rucksack. In contrast to my arrival where I stripped in a near panic, I calmly felt about for my pants, pulled them out and slipped them on. The t-shirt was next, then found my car keys. The timer lock I had was re-locked on one of the zips so that was secure. Right now, I had competed, I was sure, my final task. There were no more risk games and I was so very horny. Blowing off ‘Baseball Cap Lad’ had given me such a high too. The drive back home on empty roads was rapid and when I got back home, I was mentally exhausted.

After stripping off down to my steel belt and padlocked chain collar, I crashed out on my bed. Despite being exhausted, I couldn’t get to sleep. Instead, I lay on the mattress and cradles the steel cage. My smaller fingers were able to slip through the gaps in the cage and touch my cock, but could not rub or stimulate it. I contemplated getting a large carrot to insert into a condom but was just too emotionally drained.

Nate had played this brilliantly. Not revealing the full details of the final task until part way through was genius. More likely the outcome of a twisted and evil mind. It meant I would go to the cruising ground and then be at the objective before finding out the rest of the challenge and less likely to back out. I liked that, a lot. I liked the idea of being controlled by an evil and twisted mind. Unpredictability, surprises, new rules. Again, my cock throbbed away in its cage and would hopefully be released in just a few more hours…

Next, then started to think of baseball cap lad and what he would look like in British Army MTP (Multi Terrain Pattern) camouflage uniform with lovingly cared for clean and polished boots nicely laced up and a smart beret. What rank was he? Definitely not an officer from his remark “Don’t call me Sir, I work for a living…”. I liked that. As a very sub guy, blowing off a private would be a worthy duty. I thought about those boots and me being made to clean them daily for him and his mates so they all passed inspection in the morning – with any punishment being magnified and passed on. Precum was drizzling now in a steady stream.

I wondered how many horny guys he was billeted with who were all missing their girlfriends and needed a guy to ‘help them out’. I starting to visualise a semi-derelict barracks hut at the end of the compound where I was chained up with a steel collar and forced to provide a vital service to our armed forces personnel. Unable to relieve myself, but keeping a steady stream of fit, testosterone filled, straight Army lads who were missing their girlfriend satisfied whenever they needed a hand while also making sure their boots passed inspection.

Throb Throb Twitch Throb…

The next morning, I woke up and stretched in my bed. Like a computer booting up I took 10 or 15 seconds to re-establish my predicament. I was certain that I had completed the task and had provided the proof for this. On this basis I would get access to the Masterlock Lock Box that Nate had sent me. TEN weeks on and I would be able to unlock the steel belt and spend an hour or more in bed slowly edging myself until I came. And then I would lie back and do it again. And again. And again.

I thought about where I had tidied my ‘wank rags’ and decided that I’d just change the bedding instead. I was very happy to have a dirty, sticky mess for a day. The double skin construction of the Behind Barz belt meant that I had not been able to even tease myself. This needed to change and I was looking forward to midday when I expected to be free. Eventually I drifted off to sleep.

06:00 came and went, as did 07:00. It was 07:30 before I was starting to arise and by then Nate had long since been sent the proof he required. All I knew was that if he was satisfied, I would receive access to the lockbox some time today. I thought about sending him a message to check he had received the final proof pic but could see from the messaging app that the proof picture had been delivered but not opened. I would have to wait.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. This would be the last day for a while I had to sit down to piss which would be nice. The routine of having a glass of water by the toilet to flush out the cage after urinating would be good (an added complication in life that Don guys may not appreciate). Next was to shower. I was longing to give my cock and balls a gentle massage and clean in the shower. Flushing the cage out with water wasn’t the same at all. While shaving I decided that my cock and balls after 10 weeks would also need a trim and shave and made a mental note to check the trimmers were charged up.

The chain collar was also getting heavy. The Bluetooth Masterlock padlock was about 60mm wide and easily half a pound in weight on its own. Due to the diameter of the hasp, the chain links were large. I liked wearing a chain and padlock collar day to day, but prior to this and Covid it was normally a much smaller sixe link and padlock. Tomorrow my routine would hopefully be very different.

I got out of the shower and while towelling dry noticed that the screen on my phone was illuminated. I had received a Recon alert. Instantly, my dick hardened in its steel cage and throbbed away. This better not be another recon sponsored advert… please, not today… I dried my hands then swiped the app open. YES! A message from Nate. I tapped on the link and the message opened.

“Well done – proof pic accepted! At 12:00 noon you will strip naked and kneel by the lockbox. You are to have a pair of ankle cuffs and handcuffs ready. There will be a message at 12:00 noon exactly which you will reply to immediately to confirm you are in position as ordered. If you don’t then there will be no follow up message”.

Ok, just over 4 hours to go and if Nate wanted me restrained with some cuffs when I was released, I could live with that. I had plenty of cuff keys so even if one was locked back into the lockbox, I could get out quickly with another. “Ordered” – I liked that and wanted to comply. I was torn. While I desperately wanted this to end, I also desperately didn’t.

The rest of the morning went slowly. Anticipating some imminent relief, I turned to porn which was a bad idea. Baseball Cap Lad came to mind a few times and a trip to the cruising ground (fully clothed) to see what was going on occurred to me, but wasn’t going to help my position. I faffed about with laundry and some housekeeping chores for a bit and at every opportunity got the belt to tug at my balls and the root of my penis keeping me horny. Again, wearing just trackie pants and Nikes the steel belt glinted away above my waistband which was a look I had gotten very used to about the house. I noticed that in the last weeks the belt had gotten a little looser, another benefit of covid and at some point, would need adjusting before I allowed it to go back on again!

Eventually it was 11:50. Time to get ready so I kicked off my TN’s at the base of the stairs and padded up the staircase to my bedroom. 11:53. I selected a pair of ankle cuffs and handcuffs from my drawer. Both were typical ratchet police issue. Not very comfortable but I didn’t see this being a very long scenario. The handcuffs were a chain type, not ‘speed cuff’ or hinged – I rarely use these for self-bondage due to the risk of them going on the wrong way around so you can’t get to the key. Also, the UK Police speed-cuff key was slightly different to a standard key – worth filing away in the back of your mind so you don’t get caught out there.

11:57. Final check. The dog was downstairs asleep ignorant of my sordidity. The cat was outside somewhere terrorising small rodents, my bedroom door unlocked. I was alone in the house. Aside from the car on the drive no one was in. The time had come. This was it. I slid my trackie pants down my legs and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.

11:59. I checked the masterlock app would open and still pair with the lockbox – Silly, I should have done this in the morning when there was time to reconnect it if technology failed.

12:00. Ping – My phone gave the alert that a new message had been received. OMG! This was it, and my dick was throbbing away in its cage. I opened the message – “Are you in position Boy?” – I immediately replied “Yes, Sir” and hit send. “Good. Put the ankle cuffs on and cuff your hands in front of you. Do it NOW” – 10 seconds later “Done, Sir”. Then nothing for a minute, then another minute. Pre-cum was oozing out of the base of my cage in a steady stream to the floor. I was desperate for release. I would do anything. ANYTHING. I could see my confirmation had been sent, and received. My heart was pounding away in time with my cocks throbbing. Please reply…

12:06. Ping – I” have given you access to the lockbox and will take access away in 15 seconds time. You are free to open the box”.

OMG! This was it! Awesome! I closed the Recon app and opened the Masterlock. 4 seconds gone…. My phone identified the lockbox… 8 seconds… spinning wheel on the screen… What if my internet connection failed? OMG – don’t go there… I had no access yet to the Bluetooth padlock that secured the steel chain collar around my neck, that hadn’t been discussed but that could wait until later. LOG IN!!… 12 seconds… Suddenly, the screen refreshed and went green – I had full access to the lockbox, Nate had been good to his word!

Excitedly, I pressed the unlock button on the lockbox. Nothing – but time now in my mind was not being measured normally. After about half second, the lock box whirred and clicked. 14 seconds… The securing bolts had been withdrawn and I pulled the front panel open!

A wave of euphoria rushed through me. After 10 weeks, TEN WEEKS, I was now free! Nervously, I opened the lock box lid. There was a plastic bag inside with some keys and what looked like a slip of paper. This was it!

I took out the plastic bag, tore it open and slid the contents into the palm of my hand and immediately felt sick to my core. No. Oh, no, this isn’t the deal! How could Nate do it to me? I crumpled to the floor which made the cuffs around my ankles painfully dig in.

The keys for the chastity belt should be a tubular style lock. These were two very different keys. Nothing like the key that would free me. I sighed deeply and turned my attention to the piece of paper. It was plain paper and folded a few times. Still cuffed, my manual dexterity slightly reduced, I dumped the lockbox and useless keys on the floor so I could focus on the slip of paper.

“So, we have clearly agreed some terms for your freedom and two items remain to be addressed before you can be set free. The first is that you did not send me the right keys for my device, so do not feel bad that I have done the same to you. The second is that you still owe me the balance of the full price. Await further instructions XXX”.

Nate was right on both counts, but this latest twist in the game was a severe blow. It also occurred to me that the lockbox was sent to me nearly two months ago so Nate had clearly been planning a significantly more complicated game for some time than I had thought!

Twitch Throb Twitch Throb…

Ping – “Have you opened the box yet, Boy?”

“Yes, Sir – followed by a frowney face”

Ping – “What do you have to say, Boy?”

What could I say? After a moment I typed “Sir, I apologise for sending the wrong keys but you had the right ones straight away – and please, Sir, if you can pass me your PayPal details, I will transfer the funds now”.

Clearly I was going to remain locked for a while longer and probably a day or two while the right keys were posted to me.

Downstairs, the front door knocker sounded heavily. Bloody postman, you’ll have to re-deliver tomorrow. Hang on, the postman? How could he organise that?

Ping – “You have 10 seconds to open the front door. In 11 seconds, I am getting back in my car and leaving. If you are not naked and cuffed as ordered then there will be a month penalty on getting the keys”.

I stared at the screen of the phone for a second or two then the full significance hit me! I tossed my phone onto my bed and hobbled along the corridor – Bugger! My door keys – I did an abrupt halt and U-Turn! hopping quickly back to my bedroom I grabbed them from my chest of drawers and spun back around to bunny hop along the hallway to my staircase and then down to the front hall. There was no vision panel in the door, or security eye. With both wrists cuffed together, I fumbled with the key and unlocked the door. Despite a clear expectation that Nate was on the other side, I eased the door open a few inches, just in case and peered through the gap.

It was Nate. He stood there, grinning at me and twirling a set of keys on a keyring around his first finger. “Hey, Boy. You better be naked and cuffed as ordered or these get locked away for a month. Open up!”

I opened the door and stepped back. Nate looked me up and down. “Good boy. Kneel down right now and raise your cuffs”. I complied. Nate unlocked the cuff on my left wrist. Securely holding the cuff on my right wrist, he twisted this behind my back using the sharp biting edge of the cuff to persuade me to comply. “Left hand behind your back now”. After a slight twist of the right cuff, I complied and the open cuff was again locked around my wrist. So much for having plenty of handcuff keys and being able to free myself quickly.

“Stay”. I was being given instructions like a dog now. Throb, Twitch, Throb.

Nate explored the doors from the hallway and on the second try found the downstairs toilet door. My front door was still wide open. I could hear a bladder being relieved. A pretty full one. I was feeling very vulnerable but my cock was still twitching and throbbing away in its cage. Nate came out of the bathroom, brushed past me as if I wasn’t there and then found the kitchen door. I could hear the kettle being filled and several cupboard doors being opened and closed. Drawers were being slid open. Nate, I guessed, had found a mug, coffee and the cutlery. He was making a hot drink.

I was being told that he didn’t need my input. I was an object and was to follow instructions. I was being trained. Again, my dick got the better of me so my immediate retort was to shout out that “The milk is in the built-in fridge below the sink and mine is White with no sugar”. Nate came out of the kitchen and stood in front of me, arms folded and stared down at me. “Any more from you and the next coffee you have will be the one I’m making for myself now when I’m ready to piss it out”.

I decided to shut up. For now.

Nate went back into the kitchen and as the kettle boiled, I heard the teaspoon clink in the cup, the fridge open and close and eventually all of the noises to confirm he had his hot drink.

He wandered past me giving my cheek a gentle slap on my arse cheek as he passed by and disappeared into the lounge. I heard him settle back into the sofa.

“In here, now, Boy. Stay on your knees”. I hobbled into my lounge naked and cuffed to find Nate sat in my armchair. As I drew closer, he clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor between his wide spread legs. Without complaint, I carried on hobbling over and kneeled between his knees, back straight and head bowed down staring at his crotch. My dick wasn’t telling any lies as it pulsated away in its with the drizzle of pre-cum leaking down the cage and along my thigh.

Nate was wearing Nike trackie pants, Adidas trainers and a nice fitting white T-Shirt. I was so turned on and at this point would agree to anything. I waited until he was ready to speak.

“So, Boy, have you enjoyed the last few months?” “Yes, Sir, very much, but I am glad to see those keys, Sir” Nate Smiled, reached into a pocket and pulled out the keys he had shown me earlier. “What, these keys?” “Yes, Sir, please can you unlock me, Sir?” He smiled and put the keys back into his pocket. “Ok, Lets discuss that then. What are you looking for? The keys, a period of time trying out the game you set out where one of us was locked at any time, or something else?” I wanted all three. Definitely the keys, but more so the game where there could be a relationship. The ‘Something Else’ intrigued me and this would, presumably, be on his rules and I was excited by the risk that might entail! My dick was just throbbing away and for once, my brain was able to make a sensible contribution. “Please, Sir, the game where I am in a relationship with someone where one of us is locked at any time and there are certain rules on changing this over would be great – maybe some time in the future if this works out a set of rules that you set down could be applied instead?”

Nate smiled and said “I hoped you might be up for that. Like you, I’m furloughed and the new rules allow two households to combine. Now, stand up.” I stood up, fumbling a bit, always awkward when your ankles are cuffed together and your hands are restrained behind your back.

Nate stood and pulled me towards him. He wrapped his arms around my back, pulled me towards him. We hugged and then kissed. It was magic, Nate could do anything to me, and I would comply.

“Ok, Sam, I’m going to unlock your cuffs now and I will work to your rules on the game as you set it out. The steel belt stays on until we both agree to swop over. We can discuss this over dinner. In the meantime, I have this for you.” He pulled out a length of stainless-steel chain which was significantly lighter than the one I was wearing and a shiny new padlock. There was nothing I could do to stop him from placing the new chain around my neck, feeding the padlock through the two ends and snapping it shut. Next, he pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. The Bluetooth lock around my neck lit up and he pressed the button on the lock releasing the hasp. Seconds later the lock and heavy chain were gone. I was still locked, but with a very much lighter chain that, again, only Nate could release. I had the feeling that this would be a long-term item, regardless of who was wearing the chastity belt, but if he were the key holder that was fine with me. Throb, Throb, Twitch, Twitch.

Right now, the CMNM (Clothed Male Naked Male) scenario was also a massive turn-on. I didn’t know what Nate had planned next. “Follow me” he said and he headed off to the staircase. I hobbled on behind. When I got to the top of the stairs, he asked which room was mine. I nodded my head in the direction of my bedroom door. “Stay”. He turned around and went ahead, closing the door to my bedroom behind him. For the next 10 minutes I stood in the corridor listening to cupboards, drawers and storage boxes being opened and rifled through.

Eventually, Nate came out of my bedroom with just a towel on. “Where is the shower?” I was being trained to accept that my time was not important, but obedience was… There was nothing I could do to stop this. I nodded to the bathroom door. “Thanks mate” and seconds later he was in the bathroom with the door shut. Again, my dick betrayed me and throbbed away in its cage.

After about 5 minutes, Nate was out of the shower, and, without speaking, walked past me into my bedroom, closing the door behind him. I could again hear drawers opening and closing. A few minutes later, Nate re-appeared and stood in my doorway. He was wearing a pair of my Adidas trackies, a polo top and my favourite Nike TN’s. “What do you think?” I thought he looked horny as fuck – but he always had. “Nice, Sir, I like it a lot”. “Good”. Nate walked over to me, took my arm and spun me around. He kneeled behind me and unlocked both ankle cuffs followed by my hand cuffs. “Go get dressed, your clothes are on the bed”. I’ll see you downstairs.

In my bedroom I found a pair of Adidas trackies and my battered old Nike’s, another second hand eBay acquisition, but nothing else. I guessed we were going for the steel belt visible above the pants thing. I was quite happy with that, quickly dressed and went downstairs.

At this point, we were talking like mates, equals (except one of us had been locked in a chastity device for about ten weeks). Cars – holidays and work after furlough. We were both in construction so in the same boat for job security here. Eventually, we got onto the main topic, the chastity belt and when it would swop over. What happened next was unexpected.

“If you give me the best blow job I have ever had, I will swop places with you later tonight after dinner. There are some rules – You’ll be well secured and when I’m locked up, we can clean you up, cut back your pubes and I’ll edge you for a while before I allow you to cum?”.

Ok, this was it! I was totally up for that! I could be free tonight after all! “I’m 100% up for it, when do you want it?”

Nate sprawled back into the sofa, clicked his fingers and pointed at the floor between his knees. This being trained to carry out orders without a verbal command was definitely a thing with him. I was happy to obey, so I positioned myself between his legs. Leaning forward, I pulled at the waistband of his (my) trackie pants. He raised himself off the sofa by a few inches so they could slip down.

His cock sprung out and bounced about. Leaning forward I ran the tip of my tongue gently over his piss-slit. If only he were restrained right now. Maybe I could get him restrained in the future…. With my right hand, I cupped his balls and gently massaged them. My left hand grasped the root of his penis and gently squeezed it. He got harder and harder. Nate was definitely better hung than me – but my cock was made to be locked up most of the time. His foreskin was soft and easily stretched out of the way to reveal a large shining head. I started sucking the top inch or two of his cock and gently bobbed away up and down. He immediately started groaning with pleasure. I couldn’t make up my mind if I wanted the brutal fantasy face fucking from Nate that I had dreamed about some weeks ago, or a repeat of Baseball Cap Lad. As it turned out, Nate just laid back and let me do all of the work until he erupted with several spams sending hot jets of his spunk deep into my throat which I greedily swallowed.. He had set out the requirement for me to deliver “the best blowjob he had had” and I not only needed to, but hopefully I had delivered this.

“That was fucking awesome Sam, Thanks Mate”. He looked visibly drained. I, on the other hand, was buzzing and ready to follow this up with any other sexual act. “Let’s have dinner and a few drinks, then I’ll unlock the cage from you, lock it on me, clean you up, shave you and edge you for a while.

This was it! – THIS WAS IT! – after ten weeks I was going to be able to touch my own cock and have a wank! – better still I had a mate – too early maybe to say ‘boyfriend’ – to have locked up instead?! Dinner went quickly. I can’t remember what we ate. The subject was kink, mutual interests, limits and future games. Nate was definitely about 70% Dom, I was about 70% Sub. Key words we shared were Adidas, Army, Arrest, Boots, Bondage, Cages, Chained, Cell, Chastity, CMNM, Collar, Control, Dungeon, Edging, Enslavement, Hard Labour, Humiliation, Interrogation, Irons, Long term, Military, Nike, Outdoor, Permanent Nudity, Pillory, Prison, Scally, Shackles, Sir! Yes, Sir!, Sports kit, Steel Restraints, Straight Jackets, Subhuman, Trainers & Sneakers, TPE, Welded Shackles, 24-7-365. Fuck. This could be it!

The food, wine, company and intimacy were exactly what I was looking for.

After dinner we abandoned the plates and cutlery to go upstairs. At one end of my bedroom, I had four eyebolts secured to the wall in a rectangular pattern. They were about 5 foot apart and 7 foot high. Nate had clearly spotted these earlier. He came up to me, smiled, and said “strip” – so I obeyed. “Stand against the wall there” – he clicked his fingers and pointed at the space between the eyebolts. I complied, my cock twitching away. Nate went to my ‘kinky shit’ chest of drawers and opened the one containing mainly leather stuff. Wrist and ankle restraints were pulled out along with quick release carabiner clips. “Hold out your hands” – again, I complied and the leather cuffs were wrapped around my wrists, the straps were fed through the buckles which were then secured tightly onto the locking posts with padlocks snapped shut to prevent any removal.

The carabiner clips were then used to hold my wrists high above my head at 10 O’clock and 2 O’clock and clipped to the top two eyebolts. The same process followed with my ankles. I was spread eagle and not going anywhere, but I didn’t mind as I was now just minutes away from release. My dick was throbbing away and again, pre-cum was oozing out of the bottom of the cage.

Nate rummaged in his pocket for the keys to my belt and pulled them out. He had them hanging off a finger on his right hand through a key ring with a long narrow chain dangling down while his left hand caressed the side of my torso. Leaning forward, he hugged me tight and held his head tight to mine. I was tingling. My dick was throbbing away. Nate was in total control but I was shortly going to have the upper hand! “Are you ready?”

Nate knelt down and examined the steel belt. He slipped his fingers between the belt and my waist and tugged gently at the waistband. Smiling up at me he said “You’ve lost a little weight since I locked it onto you. It’ll need a bit of adjustment before it goes back on” He placed the key into the first of the two locks and gently turned it until it engaged with the tumblers. After applying a little pressure on the key to rotate it anticlockwise, the lock freed off and then spun freely with just light pressure. The second lock followed, as did the securing nut that held the belts parts together.

Seconds later the outer cage, cock cage and cock ring plates were all removed. The belt was now free at the front and, after the two ends were unclipped, Nate slipped off my waist. For the first time in ten weeks, I could see my cock and I was desperate to grasp it and relieve myself, but he had different plans – this was going to be a slow event and I was going to have some teasing. In the meantime, it slowly rose to attention, slippery with spunk.

“Ok, Boyfriend, I’m going to wash the belt and then lock it onto me before we go on – Don’t go anywhere…” I felt faint. Nate had called me ‘Boyfriend’. Suddenly, I became weak at the knees. The significance of this phrase was overwhelming and I wanted to hear it again. I was now hanging by my wrists and could see a line of precum oozing from the tip of my now free penis to the floor.

After about five minutes, Nate, my new Boyfriend, returned with the chastity belt bundled in a towel. He had spent a little time in the bathroom cleaning the parts. He then slowly and deliberately dried each part off and placed them neatly on the bed lined up. He turned to me, smiled and said “My turn, I guess. I’ll follow your rules”. He crossed his arms and grabbed the sides of his (my) polo top and lifted it up and over his head to reveal a smooth well-built upper body. I don’t do Muscle Mary’s or over toned guys but ‘boy next door’ and ‘rugby player’ do it for me. Nate kicked off my Nikes to the corner of the room and stuck his thumbs into the waistband of my trackies then slid them down over his hips. They, too, were kicked off in the general direction of the trainers.

We were both naked. Nate, now apparently my boyfriend, standing free before me. Me secured to four secure restraints against the wall with a steel collar locked on.

Nate went to the bed and examined the now dry chastity belt pieces. He picked up the steel belt and wrapped it around his waist. At the front, he aligned the locking pins and clipped It in place. “A snug fit – perhaps it’ll look better on me than you?” I was hoping so, at least for the next two months! He smiled and fitted the cock ring plate followed by the cock cage, then finally the outer cage. The locking nut followed and then the two barrel-locks. He nipped the locks tight with the key and came over to me, hung the chain the keys were on around my neck and kissed me. “You control these now”. Next he said “So, now I’m locked, it’s time to clean you up, shave you and then take care of your needs”

I just wanted to be freed of my restraints so I could relieve myself but I was really excited about the direction this was going in so didn’t object. Nate, naked apart from the steel belt, disappeared into the bathroom. I could hear cupboards being opened and closed. Taps running. The clink of metal objects. Shortly afterwards, he returned with a bowl, towel over his shoulder, my clippers and a handful of other items.

I could see where this was going and couldn’t do anything to stop it, not that I wanted to. I was about to be groomed without being asked if I wanted to be. First, Nate gave me a general clean up with a hot towel. This was so very sensual, and he took rather longer than was needed to. All of my nooks and crannies were explored gently and lovingly, not always with the towel. Staring down at Nate, he smiled back up at me and right then I would agree to anything to make this a permanent relationship. Nothing else mattered

Next, the clippers were switched on. Quite unnecessarily, the vibrating body of the clippers was rubbed along the length of my penis shaft. Like any other vibrating toy, the nerve endings spasmed and sent shock waves through me. I was DESPERATE to cum and at this point would agree to ANYTHING, but he wasn’t finished yet.

The two months locked had resulted in a reasonable bush. After he had had his fun with the clippers, he cleared away my treasure trail. The fluffy hairs around my waistband were next. Then, after a few minutes of tugging and pulling at my balls and penis my pubes were gone except for soft stubble. Even though the work with the clippers was finished, he gently rubbed them along the shaft of my penis as they vibrated away, again, driving me wild. My knees buckled and I was left hanging by my wrists for the second time.

Finally, the shaving cream and razor came out. Nate made a big deal of gently massaging the gel everywhere until it was a sticky foam, and for rather longer than was necessary. I didn’t care. My climax had to be minutes away. My god, I would have done anything to anything with anything for release there and then! Nate gently shaved my cock, balls and my torso below my naval. After checking that nowhere had been missed, he wiped me down with a hot damp towel and I truly felt good as new, clean and ready for anything!

Nate stood up. He looked at me eye to eye, and said, “Sam, I have really enjoyed the last months. We have so much in common and I’m excited about the lockup game you have set out”. My dick throbbed away. “Are you sure you want a kinky boyfriend? if so, I will stick to the rules on being locked up, mutual agreement to change over, change over on fixed dates like bank holidays and birthdays as you set out and all of the other rues you explained?”

OMG! Of Course, Yes!

“Yes, please, Sir” If only I could hold him in my arms right now!

“Then, Sam, I accept your rules and am looking forward to the, our future. I think we will be great together, boyfriend.” He leant forward and we kissed. His strong arms were wrapped around my middle torso, pulling me close to him. I was utterly overcome in a wave of excitement and euphoria. The next weeks or months with Nate locked up instead of me were going to be exciting! With the cage, pillory and other toys, Covid could go get stuffed. We would have an utterly sordid relationship.

Downstairs, a clock started chiming away. Nate stepped back and looked at his phone – “Bloody Hell, its seconds away from midnight! – we have been at this for nearly 5 hours!” “I don’t care, just let me out now so I can have a wank” was my reply. Downstairs, the clock slowly chined away 4, 5, 6 times. Nate came back up to me and held me tight and made eye contact. His dark hazel eyes focused onto mine. 7, 8, 9 times. “Your Rules, remember” he said and I nodded. 10, 11, 12 times. “It’s midnight,”

That’s nice. I thought,

Nate drew me closer and held me tight. “And a Bank Holiday Monday”.

Nate cuddled me and gently rubbed my back while this sank in.

One of the rules, my rules, was that the belt would change over every bank holiday. That was one of my rules. Fuck.

My knees, again, became weak and I buckled to the point I was hanging by my wrists. In doing so, I slid through Nate’s arms. Today was May Day Bank Holiday – The next was in August which was three months away!

My face dropped and I whimpered. “Please, no” – I need to be released!

Nate looked at me and said “Sorry, but I’m only following your rules. You set them, not me”. He stepped back 12 inches and reached out for the keys to the chastity belt. He lifted them up and fed the chain back over my head. Stepping back another pace or two, he inserted the key into the first lock on the belt he was wearing and carefully unscrewed it, followed by the second. Moments later, the lock nut was freed and he had fully removed the assembly at the front and the belt.

I was whimpering and moaning about the unfairness and that I just wanted to be allowed to cum. “Sam, these are your rules and I’m just following them. We might agree tomorrow or a few days later to swop over, but the good news is that the next Bank Holiday is only 3 months away so this is your worst case!”

My thought processes were totally screwed now. The endorphins in my blood stream had made me so horny. My dick was just enjoying the restraints, regardless of the dire outlook of abstinence. All I could do was utter incoherent complaints about the injustice and that I needed to bust my nuts.

Nate said “Sorry, Mate, just following your rules. Please be quiet or I will gag you”.

To my horror, my dick started twitching away again.

Nate picked up the belt for the chastity device. He had found a screwdriver and started to make adjustments to the belt size to reduce it by about an inch and a half. When he was satisfied that the fittings were secure, he wrapped it around my waist and clipped the two ends together. “Hmmm, nice snug fit.” – He was right, the belt felt good on me. While briefly unlocked, I had felt that something was missing. The belt was warm too from when Nate was wearing it. I liked that a lot. Next, he fed my balls then cock through the base ring for the belt and clipped this onto the securing mechanism at the front. The cock cage followed and my dick was eased into the steel cage, bent down and then the locking plate also clipped into place. Finally, the front cage preventing any meaningful access was also secured into place.

Nate spun the locknut into position, then, using the keys he had taken away from me, he fitted the barrel locks. Smiling, he tugged at the belt, and satisfied that it was secure, stood up and looked me in the eyes.

So, Sam. With your rules you are now locked until the next bank holiday which is three months away.

I whimpered. He raised his hand and firmly covered my mouth.

“I’ll work to your rules, but will offer you an alternative.”

Again, I whimpered.

“Right now, you are locked for three months and I’d like to suggest a new game.”

I asked “Please, Sir, will that let me cum?”

Nate smiled, stepped close to me, wrapped his arms around me and held me close. “Maybe” he replied. “Do you want to know the details about this new game or do you stay locked for the next three months?”

My dick was throbbing away in its cage. My brain was confounded. My heart was pounding away. My muscles were aching. None of my body organs were in charge. I was fucked.

“Yes, Please, Sir” I replied. “I would like to know what you propose”

“Ok, Sam, it is simple. The new game is called ‘I Make All Decisions’ – what do you think?”

The price I was going to pay was going to be very high, whatever I chose.

The End

Again, thank you for the comments and feedback. Much of this is based on true experiences, especially the challenges. The fiction is Nate – who I am looking for, but I could be Nate to the right Sam. Hopefully over the next months (Early March 2021 at the time of writing) COVID will be something that the world can manage away as a problem and we can start meeting again. So, 1) keep safe, 2) leave feedback on Metalbond or UKDeviant on Recon and 3) get in touch if you are Sam or Nate. 4) If a story along the lines of ‘I Decide Everything’ would be of interest, message or comment with ideas.

— UKDeviant

By Rubrpig

I called my Sir’s cell again and once again it went to voice mail. This was troubling as he always checked in when he reached his home. I decided to try again the next day but the results were the same. No answer on his cell or the land line at his home. Also no response to the email checking in with him. I decided I had no choice but to contact his full time boy. His full time boy did not live with him as he travelled a great deal and due to security reasons had to maintain his own residence. I texted and got an immediate response that he had just returned from a trip but he also was unable to reach our Sir.

His boy logged into the GPS tracking site for the anti-theft device on Sir’s Harley and was able to get the coordinates of where it was. He watched the site for several days and there was no movement so he contacted me with the coordinates. As it was about an hour away from my home, I told him that I would go check out the site and if there was a problem I would contact him immediately.

I grabbed my leather jacket and jumped into the car. I punched the coordinates into the GPS system and it was able to plot the route to that site. I headed there. When I arrived I parked a little way from the actual site and walked the rest of the way. I found myself outside of a state troopers facility and I walked further around the site. In the rear there was a large storage building and I was able to see through one of the very dirty windows and saw Sir’s Harley.

I ran back to my car and called my brother, Sir’s full time boy. He agreed with me that it appeared that Sir was at the troopers barracks or at least he had been. He said he was leaving right away and would meet up with me. He said he had searched the town on Google and told me that we should meet up at a roadside tavern in 2 hours. I told him I would be there but would remain at the barracks until it was time to meet up. He told me to be careful and I told him I would. I knew what that meant well enough as all of us, had been partners and members of the same Marine recon platoon.

About an hour after I talked to my brother, I saw the rear door open and 2 men in leather police uniforms emerged. One of them had a heavy chain leash and was tugging on it. Just then a man emerged wearing orange prison clothing and wearing heavy 5 point chains. My cock got rock hard as heavy bondage always got to me but Sir was into pain more than chains. I finally got a clear view of the prisoner’s face and I was shocked as the man shuffling in the heavy chains was Sir. I grabbed my phone and took several shots and texted them to my brother. I watched as the leather cops loaded Sir into the back of a prisoner transport van and they got in the front and drove off. The van was heading in my direction so I quickly got into a position that I hoped would look like I had pulled off the main road to take a nap. The van passed and headed for the main highway.

I decided the best thing to do at that point is meet up with my brother and we could decide what was our next step. I got to the tavern and parked and went in and ordered a beer and sat at a table by a front window so I could watch for my brother. He arrived about 20 minutes later and walked in and went to the bar and ordered a beer. He spotted me and walked and sat down. He told me that he got the images of Sir in chains with the leather cops. I nodded and said what do we do now.

He said it would be best for both of us to see if we could get arrested. That way we would gain access to the barracks and the jail as it was pretty obvious that Sir was being held in the jail as a prisoner. I nodded and said, let’s try for tonight. We can leave one of our cars at my place and that way we would be arrested together and increase our chances. He nodded and we finished our beers and headed back to my house. We changed into full leathers and boots as it would increase our chances as I told him that the troopers were obviously into leathers. He agreed and we finished getting ready and got into my truck and headed back to the town where Sir was being held.

We arrive at the town and drove along the main street which was the highway as well. As we passed a side road he noticed the troopers car sitting on a side road and told me to speed up and see if we could get pulled over for speeding. I nodded and stepped on it and as we hoped, the troopers pulled onto the highway and put on their lights. I kept going and then the siren was turned on so I looked at my brother and smiled saying, looks like we got them interested. I slowed and pulled over onto the side of the highway and stopped.

We got out and stood by the truck, our heavy leathers gleaming in the headlights of the police car. The troopers did not get out but used the loudspeaker to order us to kneel and put our hands behind our head with our fingers interlaced. We kneeled, our heavy leathers creaking as we did and then laced our gloved hands together. Once we were both in position as ordered the troopers got out of their car. They were in their regulation uniforms as they were on duty.

They approached me first and asked for my licence, registration and insurance. I nodded and told them that my wallet and the other papers were in the centre console of the truck. One of the troopers went to the open driver’s door and returned handing the other one my wallet. He opened it and a picture of Sir and my brother and I fell out. He leaned down and picked it up and smiled. He showed it to his partner and they nodded.

The trooper with my wallet walked behind me and quickly handcuffed me and his partner walked around and did the same to my brother. Telling us to get to our feet, we obeyed and soon were standing side by side pushed against the side of the truck. The trooper who had cuffed me wore sergeant stripes walked over to us and told us that we were both being arrested for speeding, reckless driving and assaulting a police officer. We both began to yelled at them and told them the charges were a bunch of bullshit. They laughed and told us that we were going to be taken to the jail and held there until our trial in 2 days. We told them we wanted to call a lawyer and were told one would be provided to us at the trial.

One at a time, we were walked over to the police car and helped into the rear seat. Since my brother and I were both 6’2″ and about 220lbs, it was a tight fit with both us in the back seat. We squirmed trying to get comfortable in the tight space and our heavy leathers and boots. The sergeant got behind the wheel of the police car while his partner got into my truck.

Both vehicles were started and we were soon headed back towards the town and the trooper barracks. After arriving and being processed into the jail, we were both put into 5 point chains and we followed the troopers shuffling along in our orange prison clothing and slippers and we were lead into the jail itself. As we passed the first cell, we saw a man who was in a heavy lock steel helmet and was in 5 point chains like us but he was also heavily chained to the bars of his cell so he was rigidly held in position by the web of heavy chains padlocked over his body. We both recognized the man as our Sir due to our total familiarity with his body.

He was facing the cell next to his and we assumed he would be able to see us if we were put into that cell. The sergeant opened the cell door and we were told to get into the cell. The troopers followed us into the cell and the Sergeant took his night stick and tapped me between the legs right on the heavy chastity device I was locked in and then did the same to my brother.

Both of us wore the same devices which were heavy devices that Sir had custom made for us by Extreme Steelwerks. He laughed and said that it was too bad that they did not have the special tool to remove the devices. We stood there as they turned and left the cell locking us in. They left the jail and we heard the heavy steel door of the jail entrance being slammed and locked. We shuffled over to the side of the cell closest to Sir and told him that we were both here and we would get out of this. He spoke but it was hard to hear with his head locked in the heavy steel helmet. We understood that he ok but had been sentenced to a year of hard labor and permanent chains. We looked closely and realized that his chains were not padlocked but had been riveted.

He said the chains had been riveted this morning and I realized that when I saw him being taken from the jail he was being taken to get the chains riveted. My brother asked if he was ok otherwise. He said that he was ok but the troopers, judge and the prosecutor were all in on it and each night he had been taken to a dungeon and used by the 4 of them. They were all into leather uniforms and he thought he had been taken as he had been in full leathers. They had the photo of him and I at Folsom to prove that he was into BDSM as a Sir but they seemed determine to break him and turn him into a willing slave.

We told him that we have left detailed information at my house as to where we had gone and what we knew along with copies of the images I took of him and the 2 leather troopers. So hopefully, when I was missed someone would find the information and help rescue all of us. He told us that he was proud of both of us and hopefully, we would get out of this soon. Just then the troopers came back into the jail and walked over to Sir’s cell.

They opened the cell door and walked in and dropped something on the bunk. They unlocked the heavy steel web of chains that held Sir to the bars and dropped them on the floor. Then the corporal knelt and pulled on the orange prison pants Sir was wearing and they pulled apart. The prison clothing Sir was in was designed to come apart so his clothing could be removed. He did the same with Sir’s orange boxer shorts.

Then the Sergeant picked up object that he had put on the cot and they began to put it on Sir. The first thing they did was put a wide metal belt around Sir’s waist then holding the belt in place, they put a metal plate on Sir pulling his cock and balls through the opening in the plate, then Sir’s cock was worked into a tube on a metal object which was then attached to the plate and all the pieces were then locked.

The key was removed and the Sergeant put it on his key ring. He then tapped the metal cage covering Sir’s cock and balls with his night stick. He laughed and said since Sir like chastity for his boys then it was fitting that he be locked up as well for his new Sir’s pleasure and control. He then slammed his gloved fist into Sir’s stomach and Sir grunted and bent over from the impact. The troopers left the cell and locked it then left the jail area.

Sir moved over and sat on the cot in his cell, the helmet in place and the heavy chains he was in restricting his movements. He felt the heavy chastity belt and groaned as he sat there naked from the waist down. We watched as he sat there and then my brother asked if he was ok. Sir told us that he was ok but soon he would be taken to the dungeon for use. He said that we would be ok for now as if they followed procedure they would not begin to use us until we had gone to court and been sentenced. We nodded and told him that we do what we could to help him.

Several hours later, we could see that it was getting dark outside and the door to the jail clanged open and the two troopers came in but this time they were wearing leather uniforms which duplicated their official uniforms.

They unlocked Sir’s cell, the corporal entered and told Sir to stand which he did and the corporal knelt and soon had Sir’s prison uniform back on and the Velcro strips sealed properly. Then the corporal hooked a heavy leash to Sir’s collar and tugging on the leash caused Sir to shuffle out of the cell and follow him. The sergeant looked over at us and laughed. He told us that our time would come soon enough and that they would bring our Sir back later after he had more training. We shuffled over the side of the cell and asked them to leave Sir alone and let us all go. He smiled and said that it was not often that 3 hard muscled leathermen were available for their use and they were going to keep us. He laughed as he turned and followed his partner and Sir out of the jail and slammed the door closed. We looked at each other and wondered what was next.

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By Boots Rule

I walked into the club and wandered over to my usual spot at the bar. Told my favorite bartender Tony I wanted a beer and he acted like he didn’t know who I was.   He poured from the tap and brought the glass and sat it before me on the wooden counter. That was when he finally got a startled look in his eyes and said “That you Rob?” I nodded my head while taking a sip. “Geez, I didn’t recognize you with that half hood on. You going to some costume party?” Funny question from a bartender in a leather bar. Beside the half hood, I was in my usual full leather police uniform with the cod piece on the breeches, my tall Dehner boots, Langlitz jacket and Muir cap. The half hood was the only change of my normal Friday night wear. “Trying something new, that’s all” was my reply. “Changes your whole look……kind of a mystery man. I’m sure you’re going to surprise a lot of people here tonight.” It was a busy Friday night so there were many who would see me wearing it.

Mystery man. Boy did that strike a bell with me. I’ve been coming to this bar for years, and lately have been feeling stiffled. Typecast if you will. I’ve been known around here as a Boot Top for so long that there are times I feel like a tourist attraction. Men approach me all the time with the same fucking question “Sir, May I Lick Your Boots Sir?” Good luck getting any sort of conversation out of them. And good luck chatting up the other Tops who frequent this place. They aren’t unfriendly but I am seen as the competition time and time again.

Things had gotten to the point that after I broke up with my last lover I decided I’d take a break from it all. But I missed having a place to go in my leathers and boots. So after 2-3 months I headed back to the bar, but this time I figured it’s better to just have a beer and ignore the usual requests. It’s been interesting being more the silent man and the man who doesn’t seem very anxious to fulfill every boot lickers need. But it’s also given me time to look around and think about what would really excite me and get me as worked up as some of these boys.

About the third time back after my absence I was approached by a very sexy well known bottom bootman. He started up a chat by saying he wanted to buy me a drink. OK by me. So he orders up gin and tonics for both of us saying “I think you actually have more refined taste than just beer.” He was right but it never felt right at the leather bars to be ordering up some fancy drink. After we had a round he started to ask me where I was those months I was not coming in. I told him that I was bored with the usual but couldn’t stay away. He was a good listener. He said he understood because he too was getting bored with the usual. I asked him what he was thinking he wanted. His response was he was feeling less submissive and wanted to be a bit more in charge when licking boots. “Interesting. Go on and tell me more” was my response. He told me he’d rather show me a little demonstration if I was up for it. Said he had started taking a small room downstairs in the play area and I could go with him so we could have some privacy. I guess with three G&T’s in me and he had a space downstairs all ready I said “Sure…..lead the way boy.” He grinned and set a course across the room and down the stairs.

I followed but a bit slowly, wanting him not to be able to gauge my level of curiosity. I was more wondering why he suddenly made contact with me after years of seeing him around the bar. I always thought he had a Top or Master and he wasn’t available. But the fact he had a private room to play in and came to find someone to invite did have me mighty curious. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. “Sir, I hope I wasn’t too forward just taking off like that.” I did tell him to lead the way. But now he was more subdued being in the play area. “Perhaps, Sir would like to have me follow him to Room #4.” I walked on before him and down the hall. #4 wasn’t too far into the private room area. There were still a fair number of guys hanging out near by, I guess hoping to be invited into one of the rooms. I opened the door and half stepped inside and then turned my head to see where the boot boy was. He was right behind me so I motioned with my head for him to enter fully before I closed the door. Those other guys outside seemed very disappointed they weren’t invited to join in.

The room was fairly dark with one light in the center. I was amazed by what I saw. An old fashion shoe shine stand. One of those probably from the 1950s, all chrome with vinyl seat and arm rests. “You brought this here to use?” I asked. He said that it use to be used by the bootblack at the bar years ago. I never remembered seeing it, just the tall wooden stool that’s been in use since I started coming to the bar over 10 years ago. He went on “I was here one day early with Tony the bartender, my long time friend, as he was doing inventory in the store room. The stand was back there. I asked if I could pull it out and use it. He asked the owner and said I could rent it from him. So I have this room rented by the week. Not sure how long I will use it, but I had my idea and thought why not.”

“So you want to polish my boots boy?” I asked. “Yes Sir, but I was telling you upstairs I wanted to do things differently.   I want to control the situation. That means I want you to be under my control as I go about worshiping and polishing your boots Sir.” I wasn’t quite getting his idea when I saw him pull out a bag he had stashed in the corner “I have some wrist cuffs that I want to use to bind your arms to the arms of the chair. I also have a posture collar that I want to put on you and tie it off to the back of the seat. Then I want to add a bondage belt around your waist so you can’t get out of the chair. After I have you secured in place, I would be in charge Sir. Do you understand me Sir?”

I have to say it was unique, even novel. A greedy bootlicker willing to admit his desires. That turned me on. I had not submitted to anyone since I was about 20, the Top instincts were strong.   So I posed two questions. “This is just between us…no one is getting invited in here once you have me bound?” “No Sir!” was the response. “And is this being filmed or taped in any way. No one but you and me knows what is happening?” “Sir, this is just between you and me, there are no cameras. No one will know what we are doing.”

“OK boy get to work!” He immediately set the leather wrist shackles and the posture collar in place. Pointed for me to sit and immediately used his ropes to bind the shackles and collar where he wanted them, followed by the belt around the back of the chair and my waist. So there I was and I could feel my cock was swelling and making my cod piece feel very tight. The whole set up had a feeling of an interrogation room with the light overhead and the darkness just outside where it fell.

I started to ask what was coming next when he put his gloved hand over my mouth and said ”Do I have to gag you Sir?” He was saying it in an evil seductive way, but I could tell he actually meant that. “Sir, do I need to gag you or will you keep quiet? You surrendered to me and while you are in this chair I am the Boss. Do you understand Sir? Nod your head Sir.” I nodded yes as best I could and he said “Good Sir. So until I say otherwise Sir can answer my questions yes or no by trying to nod. But Sir cannot speak.”   He was being serious and his words were somehow making my cock even harder. Damn.

He walked into the dark and came back with a small chrome stool. It must have been part of the set as the shine seat wasn’t all that high up. He sat down and pulled my right boot up on to his lap and he started to use a soft cloth on the boot removing any of the dust. “Sir you have incredible Dehners. Are they custom made Sir?” I tried to nod yes. “Sir, you have very muscular calves. These are a size 12 boot, aren’t they Sir?” Again I nodded as best yes. “I love big boots and the tall men who wear them. “ And with that he started licking the boot.

Feeling his tongue against the instep of my right boot thru the leather had its usual effect and my cock went crazy.   It started to push up against the top rim of snaps on the cod piece. I tried to squirm a bit but the belt was holding me tight. The combination of the belt, the posture collar making me strain to look down at him at my boots, and his tongue on them was too much for one of the snaps and my cock head popped thru. I know he saw what was happening, he seemed to even smile when he heard the snap, but he just kept on licking my boot.   He worked this tongue from the toes up the foot, around the ankle and completely up the length of the shaft before saying anything. That is when he told me how hard his cock was and how my boots were going to get it off tonight. That my boots were going to be his fuck toy.   And with that he pulled off the cod piece from my breeches.

My cock sprang up hard and dripping. “Is Sir turned on being my booted fuck toy tonight?” I was surprise by the question and didn’t have an answer.   “Sir I asked you if you were hard knowing you were now my booted fuck toy? Well Sir, are you turned on?” I really didn’t know what to say to that. I was rock hard and this was all exciting but I wasn’t feeling like his fuck toy. I just looked down at him the best I could and tried to shrug my shoulders. He dropped my booted leg and jumped up from his seat and stepped into the darkness again. When he returned he immediately grabbed my cock and the base and snapped something around it…some sort of cock ring. “Perhaps Sir needs more inducement to admit he is excited by the situation.” But as he said that he didn’t look me in the eyes. Instead he just sat back down and picked up my left leg and boot, did a quick round with the polish cloth and got to work with his expert tongue on the boot leather.

The cock ring was very tight and it had made my cock a piece of steel. Damn did I want him to go down on it.

After what felt like a half hour of his tongue making love to my left boot he dropped it to the floor and reached behind him. He had a thick black cord in his hand and he quickly bound both boots together at the ankles and then tied the rope off to some ring in the chair below my knees. “It’s time for me to fuck your boots Sir”

He pushed the stool away and dropped to his knees. Very quickly he had his cock between my boots near the top of the calves. The look on his face was as if he just plunged into a virgin ass. He was i n heaven. He leaned forward and blew some breath on my cock. “You’re dripping like I am Sir. Are you now willing to answer my question?” He looked up at me and decided to give in and nodded yes as best I could. “Thank you Sir for answering my question. It is good for Sir to admit he is enjoying being my boot fuck toy. Maybe you need a reward while I get to fuck your boots. Do you want a reward Sir? Thinking he was going to suck my cock up in his mouth while he fucked my boot shafts I nodded yes again. He reached for my balls and pulled then down hard and before I knew it he snapped a double ball stretcher around the sack. My cock went crazy all over again. “Sir you may thank me for giving you this reward Sir. Say Thank you.” I opened my mouth for the first time and the words Thank You came out. He started to suck both balls into his mouth and started to fuck my boots hard. He was sucking them down his throat for all his might as his cock was drilling the boot leather. I couldn’t take it anymore and words just blurted out of my mouth. “God damn it, Suck my cock boy!”

He immediately clamped down on my balls real hard and stopped his boot fucking. He spit my balls out and pushed back. “Sir I didn’t give you permission to speak Sir. You will be punished for that!” He walked into the darkness and came back from behind me. It didn’t take him two seconds to force a ball gag into my mouth and secured it tightly at the back. And with that he was back down on my balls and fucking away at my boots.

My dripping cock was bouncing into his forehead and face but not making enough contact to work me towards an orgasm. He even moved his head to side as he sucked on my balls to get away from my cock. But his constant pelvic rhythm told me he was completely lost in fucking my boots. It was only a matter of time before the thrusting got harder and he started to convulse in a major orgasm.   He spit my balls out and let out a yell as he came all over the boot shafts.   And then he collapsed against my boots, holding my legs tightly together with his arms.

Once he recovered he pushed back and sat on the stool again, not looking up, not noticing I was still raging hard and needing to cum. Instead he started to untie my boots and got to work licking the cum off of them. A frustrated sigh came out of me from nowhere. I knew that wasn’t going to be well received. “Sir you just continue being a good boot fuck toy and once your boots are prefect I will think about getting you off.” I wanted to kick him in the balls for that but thought better of it. And he ignored me and spent the better part of a half hour licking each boot, administering wax and shining them back up to mirror perfect.

The entire time my cock was rock hard and dripping. The damn cock ring and ball stretcher were not going to let me grow soft.   When he finally was done having inspected his handiwork from every angle did he decide to stand up and look me straight in the eyes. “Sir you have done fairly well on the stand here tonight. I think Sir deserves to get off.”

Out of my sight he put his hand back into the boot polish. He then grabbed my cock and started to give it a loving hand job, the polish mixing with the precum. As he worked my cock he was nose to nose with me starring into my eyes. It was as if he was going to read every thought that passed thru my mind as he brought me to orgasm. His stare was strong and steely, more powerful than how he looked at me earlier at the bar.   It wasn’t long before I had to close my eyes and bite down on the gag. I haven’t shot a load that potent in years, let alone from just being jerked off. My whole body convulsed and if I wasn’t tied to the chair I might have fallen out as he release my spent cock.

He started to clean up the mess I made and put away some of the gear. I just sat there helpless, spent, and thoroughly satisfied.   I realized that satisfied hasn’t been a word in my sex vocabulary for quite a while.

Once I recovered a bit and it seemed like he was done cleaning up he returned his attention to me and started to unsnap the ball stretcher. It was a relief to have it off but I was going to miss it. Now the boot bottom kneeled down next to me and was starting to grab at the ropes holding my left arm in place. “Sir? Did you have a good time tonight Sir?“ He quickly looked at me with a strong gaze which reminded me he didn’t tell me to speak yet, let alone the gag was still strapped in place. I nodded yes. “Good Sir. Would Sir like to do this again tomorrow night Sir? Perhaps I can add a bit more to the scene Sir?” He stared and I found myself nodding yes. “Well good Sir. I will put a place keeper on you so we know where we left off.”

I was completely confused by that last comment. But I soon learned what he meant. He caught me by surprise as he scooped up my spent cock and put it inside a plastic cage.   He quickly secured the cage to that blasted cock ring which I had forgotten about. He was putting my cock into a chastity device! I tried to kick him and pull loose from the restraints. At the same time I tried to scream NO! He had it in place before I could stop him. He pushed down on my knees and sat on them facing me. “Sir, I just put a little plastic lock to hold it in place Sir. If you really don’t want to wear it you can cut the plastic with a pair of scissors. But Sir, I think you should know that if you do cut it off before tomorrow night you might as well not meet me. I won’t continue with you if you have removed it. The choice is completely up to you. So there I was with my cock covered in polish and locked inside a chastity cage along with a tight cock ring secured to it. I was mad as hell that he didn’t even ask me if I wanted to play this game. But I also realized that I was turned on again. Not yet horny but excited enough that my cock was trying to grow. He just stared at me for a few more seconds before he reached down and found my codpiece on the floor. He pushed it over my caged cock and did all the snaps.   No one would see that I had that cage on, only we would know. “Sir, will you try to keep it on for me?”

I thought about it for a few more seconds as images and emotions from the past few hours welled up inside of me. I stared at the boot boy in a way he knew that I was ready to say yes. He reached behind my head and undid the gag.   As it popped out of my mouth he said again “Sir will you try to keep it on for me.”   “Yes boy!” came out of my mouth. He smiled and nodded slightly. And with that he undid the ropes and removed the shackles and collar from me. He put everything away in his sack and pushed it off into a dark corner before we exited his room.

As he pulled the door close he retrieved a key he had around his neck. The key locked the door so all his gear was safeguarded. Once he put the key back down his shirt the asked me if I would lead him out of the bar. I was happy to oblige the boot boy. Outside we said good nights and started off in different directions. His last words were nearly an order. “Sir will be a good Sir and not remove his place holder. I will remove it for you tomorrow night if you are a good boot fuck toy again. That left me wondering just what was really happening?

I got home still surprised by what all had transpired. I was spent by the orgasm that the boot boy gave me after all that time, but I was still turned on. I don’t know why I actually left the bar when I did but what could top what just transpired. I pulled off my Langlitz jacket and went to the kitchen to get a beer. I took a swig and then carried it into my bedroom where I was going to strip off my boots and uniform and chill out for a while. I went to use the boot pull to yank off my Dehenrs when it occurred to me that I hadn’t even checked out the polish job the boot boy had given me.

There’s a full-length mirror in the playroom so I headed on in. I flipped on the lights and walked towards the mirror. “Not a bad job” was my reaction to seeing how the boots still looked after walking home. I was admiring them from different angles and I could still feel his tongue all over the boots. My cock went to swell only it couldn’t.   I decided I needed to see what the hell I had on my cock so I ripped off the codpiece.

There it was, still covered in boot polish only now underneath a clear acrylic cage of sorts. He had used a red plastic loop lock that threaded thru the end of the cage and thru a peg that held the cock ring together. I noticed that the red lock was numbered, guessing it was for a situation where a Master replaced the real lock from the device, in case of metal detectors or such, he would know if the slave had cut it to get off and replaced it. But what did I care about that. I was more caught up in that fact that my impulses were saying I was turned on and should be rock hard and seeing the reality of my cock looking like it was in suspended animation and encased in acrylic. Devious little thing.

I put the codpiece back in place and stepped back from the mirror. With the codpiece on I was the Boot Top. But underneath something was keeping me from growing hard.   I was replaying the evening in my head, the feel of things and found I was getting turned on again. But what must it have all looked like? I pulled up a chair and sat down. My hands were on the chair arms like earlier and my boots were out before me and a bit spread because of where his stool was. I got up out of the chair and found my own posture collar and ball gag. I pushed the ball gag into my mouth and fastened it off at the back. And on went the posture collar. I’ve never played with my own bondage gear before. It seemed foreign but I wanted to see what I had looked like earlier. I sat back down in the chair again and repositioned myself. Starring in the mirror I knew he was getting quite a nice show of seeing the Boot Top trussed in the chair and his boots were the object of his desire.

I was getting more turned on remembering his tongue thru the leather, how he held my boots and legs while he enjoyed them, and how he came to fuck them hard while ignoring me completely. I at my expose my pent up cock. There was precum flowing like crazy thru the end of the cage. I was getting real hot. I closed my eyes to replay everything I saw while under his control. There wasn’t a lot to see but the top of his head and the darkness outside the circle of light. Instinctively I went for my cock only to feel the cage around it. Damn. I should just cut the lock and get myself off. Damn him if he thinks I’m waiting until tomorrow. But the thought stopped there as I remember him saying I shouldn’t bother to meet him tomorrow night if I removed the cage. I’ve been offered a challenge, am I up for it? It’s less that 24 hours being trapped in this thing so how hard can it be? Just be a man and live with it.

I got up out of the chair and snapped the codpiece back in place. I turned out the lights and went back into my bedroom to drink that beer.   I picked up the bottle and realized I was still gagged. I removed it and went to take a good gulp when again I realized I still had the posture collar on. I didn’t bother to remove it and worked around it drinking the beer. I laid back on my bed still fully leathered and booted. I turned on the TV and started watching some lame ass movie. I figured it would change my headspace and I’d stop being so horny.   The reality was I was exhausted so I fell out almost immediately but not before I put the gag back in my mouth.

When I woke up it was nearly noon. OK, another 7 hours and I will go back to the bar. I had enough time to shower, go eat, and come back and change back into my leathers. After my shower I dressed in jeans and t-shirt. I made sure all my leathers were hung up properly, the bondage gear stored back in the playroom. Then I pulled on some harness boots and my Langlitz jacket and headed off to the local diner. I ate without thinking…or shall I say I was thinking too much. What was I doing? Why was I going back later on to have another round with the boot boy? Why was I allowing him to have control over me even when we weren’t playing?

I was back at the bar at 7 pm. I decided to wear a different leather uniform, one with a button fly, and another pair of my Dehners. I did have the thought in my head that when it was time for him to remove the cage, he might use his teeth to open the fly. I was exerting a bit of myself here for I was thinking I’d like feeling that happen. I walked over to the bar and was surprised he was already there. He’s saw me and told the bartender to make two G& T’s. When they arrived he handed me one. He a clinked his glass against mine saying he was glad that I came. He slipped his hand against my crotch and lightly fondled the cage underneath which brought a wicked smile to his face.

After small talk he asked me if I was enjoying being pent up and controlled. I told him that I didn’t know if I enjoyed it but i was turned on and ready for whatever he wanted to do downstairs with me. He smiled and ordered two more drinks for us. He wasn’t ready to rush down to Room #4. He asked “So you are ready to do whatever I want? What If I wanted to put a collar on you and parade you around the bar?” My answer was swift “No, I didn’t say anything you wanted anywhere. I said whatever you wanted to do downstairs tonight.” He laughed and said he was just playing with my words. I relaxed that he was just joking around. For some reason I followed that up with “Besides, the only way I would allow someone to parade me around on a leash in this bar is if I was in a disguise” and laughed again.   He laughed too but asked ”So would you be turned on if you were disguised and that happened?” Still laughing a bit I said “Well, as improbable as it is, I might be turned on seeing how other Tops and bottoms I know would react to seeing someone being led around on a leash from the inside rather than from the leash holder’s perspecitve.”   More laughs and then he said we should head on downstairs. I led and he followed. He unlocked the door and went in first with me following.

The scene was nearly the same set up as the previous night. He opted to use a thin head harness with a gag as he said he didn’t want me to suffer any punishments for talking. After tying me to the chair he undid the buttons on my jeans and pulled out my caged cock. He said that the cage was staying in place till he was done with my boots. I let out a low groan. He added the ball stretcher and buttoned my jeans up around my cock and balls like he added another cock ring. I looked down at my caged cock and realized had it been free it would have been fully erect. But instead it was just oozing precum. “I don’t like seeing you stare at your cock!” He said and wandered off . When he returned he had what looked like a hood in his hands. He slipped it on over the head harness and I was plunged into leather darkness. But I could feel my chin and mouth were exposed He pulled the rawhide laces tight and I could feel it conforming to my head and cheeks. Then the neck area became taut.

He worked on my boots for what felt like hours. He finally bound them together and started to fuck my boots. I was ready to feel his mouth go around my balls again, but this time he took my caged cock into his mouth and started to suck on it while fucking my boots. I was bucking like crazy from it wanting to be free of the cage. But that wasn’t gong to happen. He finally shot his load and released my cock from his mouth. I felt his hands on the cage and then heard a snap sound,. He cut the lock off from the cage. He didn’t remove the cage itself but it was loose and my cock would soon work itself out, shedding it like a skin. He got to work polishing my boots. I felt my cock finally loose the cage and start growing hard. Damn this was great! And finally after he put the second boot down on the ground I felt his greasy hand work around my cock and it wasn’t long before I was shooting all over the place. Damn this was great!

He worked the half hood off my head and the removed the head harness. “So Sir, was this worth a day in chastity Sir?” I had to admit it was. He had a wicked grin on his face when I said so. He set about untying me. I was sort of surprised he didn’t try to put the cage back on my cock. Once I was fully freed of his rope and shackles he picked up the chastity cage and said “Sir, this is just a simple toy and I doubt you would want to wear that for a week before we could meet again.” I hadn’t thought about the consequences of being locked up for a week, but his words made the thought pass out of my head. I popped open and took off the plastic cock ring and handed it to him. “You’re right. But I will say you made it a hot experience boy.” He smiled brightly and said “So Sir, do you want to come here again next week for more?” I said yes without thinking. I hadn’t gotten off with such force in a while and I was getting greedy for more of the same.”

“Great Sir!” he said. “Sir, I want to incorporate your thoughts about being in disguise here at the bar.   The half hood you had on tonight is actually a half mask. He pulled it out of his gear bag and sure enough, there were two internal leather flaps that fold back that were covering the eye holes. “Would you do me the honor of keeping this for the week and wear it to the bar? It could be interesting for you to see how people react to seeing you in it, if they recognize you or not.” I liked his concept and said “Why not.” I took the mask from him and put it in the inside pocket of my jacket.   He gave me a sweet kiss on the lips before opening the door to the room. We exited and he locked it again and I led him out to the street. “See you Sir in a week at 8 pm Sir?” I replied “Yes Boot Boy see you then.” and started on home.

The week went by slowly with so many thoughts running through my brain. Every morning as I pulled on the boots I was going to wear for the day I started to imagine what his touch and tongue would feel like thru the leather. I would immediately go hard. And any time another guy checked out my boots I’d think of what his tongue and mouth would feel like on them and I’d grow hard all over again.   Perhaps a week in his plastic chastity device might have been interesting.

I’d be so horny by the end of the work day that in the evening I’d get dressed in my leathers or chaps with some tall heavy boots on with the intention of going out. Instead I’d talk myself into staying in, putting on the half mask, sitting in the chair before the mirror in my playroom, and imagining various scenarios that would just make me hornier and crazy.

The first few nights I wacked off way too early to fully connect with what was floating around in my brain. I’d not only be horny pulling on the boots for the day the next morning and catching other guys checking them out on the street, I also found I couldn’t concentrate at work with those left over fragments that excited me at night.

I changed my evening routine by starting things off by putting my thick leather cock and ball sheath on, laced tight, and running a piece of rawhide around the base of my cock head and tying it down to the ball strap. The thought being I’d have to work that all off before I could shoot my load. I even added a leather jock strap for further distance. Then the boots and leathers and I’d stand before the mirror to work on the half mask. Once I felt it snug against my throat I’d sit in the chair and start imagining hot boys I know kneeling on the floor eager to please me and please my boots. I’d think of all the games to play with them, keeping them hot and frustrated, wanting to please me and be used.   For the first time in my life I could commiserate with that pent up and horny feeling, that growing heat, with having my cock tethered and buried inside my leather jeans or breeches. I’d work them good in my mind, keeping them close to the edge, keeping their oral fixes going with their mouths on my leathers. My cock felt their passion and heat though the leather like never before.

Normally I’d want to pull their mouths off of my body at this point, shove a thick gag in their mouths and fuck them royally with no care.   But my mind was focused more on their aggressive needs than mine. It wouldn’t be long before the boot boy at the bar would wander into my thoughts and suddenly I was no longer in charge. I’d soon be in some form of bondage with BootBoy, as I started to think of him, either down enjoying my boots or standing by and directing the other bootlickers to work my boots till they shot their loads. My boots would be cleaned up and polished while I waited to finally either get to fuck one of them or be sucked/yanked off.

By Thursday night I was inserting the ball gag before adding the half mask and adding a posture collar before sitting in front of the mirror. Friday night I gave up on the mirror and instead put the eye flaps down within the mask and worked on the posture collar in the dark while I lay on my bed in full leathers and boots, just letting the bootlickers come to mind and waiting for BootBoy to take over. I woke up Saturday morning still fully dressed and gagged. I’d not even worked my cock out of the jock and sheath. I decided I would stay pent up all day until I met BootBoy at 8pm.

And now I was back at the bar waiting for him and having that beer. The bartenders words “Mystery Man” were still in my head when I finished the beer. It would be something to be in this crowd and not have anyone recognize me.   I was lost in near fantasy thoughts when I heard “G&T Sir?” I said “Sure BootBoy thanks.”   After the first round he ordered another and finally stopped with the small talk of asking me how my week was. “Sir, I am very pleased you wore the mask tonight. How do you feel wearing it as a disguise?” I told him that it took Tony by surprise but he did figure out it was me. It’s just a half mask, so my mouth and goatee still show.

BootBoy thought about it a moment or two and then said “Tony knows your voice and is pretty observant. I bet if you took a walk around no one else would recognize you. Sir? May I suggest you do that while I order another round? Let me have your cap in case someone recognizes it.”

I had put the mask on just outside the bar. It was still fairly early when I arrived and the bar wasn’t too busy. I had just walked right in and up to the bar without looking around. So I decided BootBoy might have a thought and why not try things out. So I said OK. I got up from the stool, handed BootBoy my Muir cap, and took off my keys that were hanging from my belt and shoved them inside my jacket pocket. “If I’m not recognized I might was well keep them guessing.” I said with a laugh to BootBoy. He grinned and gave me a small shove to get going and donned my cap.

I took my time walking around, finding a spot or two where I either just stood or leaned and looked around.   Damn if BootBoy wasn’t right. There were plenty of eager eyes checking me out who should have known me, but no one seemed to show any signs of recognition. Even some other Tops were checking me out in ways they never would have without the half mask on. I finally walked back to the bar and sat down. I told BootBoy he was right as he handed me another drink. He was grinning and asked “How did it feel not being recognized?” I was able to say it was slightly liberating. “It was like I’ve never been in this place before. New Meat.” is what I said. BootBoy’s grin grew wider and he seemed to have a real evil glint in his eyes.

“So Sir, shall we finish our drinks and head downstairs so I may polish your boots?” I nodded yes. We went back to some small talk for a few minutes before I pointed towards the stairs and said “Shall I lead the way?” BootBoy said yes and followed me downstairs. At the door he opened it and stepped back, waiting for me to motion him in.

Once inside BootBoy said “Is Sir ready for his boots to be serviced my way again?” I said yes and started towards the chair. “Sir, I didn’t tell you to sit down” was barked at me. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at BootBoy.   “I don’t want to bore you with the same bondage Sir. This time I have a few other pieces of gear I want to put you in. Ok Sir?” I wasn’t sure how in charge his brain was yet, but I decided it was best to just nod yes.   I was standing under the lamp and couldn’t see what Bootboy was pulling out of his sack in the shadows. He walked into the light holding up a pair of long bondage mitts. Looked like they would go up to my armpits and had enough lacing and straps to keep me where he wanted. “Give me your jacket and left arm out Sir!” I complied. Before long both of my arms were indeed laced and buckled up tight. My hands were now useless to me as my gloved hands were balled up tight inside the padded mitts. Bootboy then proceeded to assist me in putting my jacket back on. The long sleeves of the mitts fit tight inside the jacket but my mitted hands emerged from the ends.

“How do they feel Sir?” The only response I could think to say was “A new look for me.” and a laugh. Bootboy then said “Sir, I didn’t want to see your hands tonight while you are tied to the shine stand. You need to feel less in control.” With that he motioned for me to take the seat. I was quickly bound in place by leather straps around my arms, my waist and chest. Bootboy went back into the shadows and came back with a strange posture collar. This one had a higher front, a built in chin guard and gag. He put the gag to my mouth and I allowed the large ball to enter. I was surprised that the front guard now covered my nose completely, the leather going to a flat point at the bridge of my nose. He held his hand over my mouth until he had wrapped the collar loosely around my neck. It was more sophisticated than the previous posture collar, or my own for that matter. I realized it had quilted channels all around that held steel stays. As he cinched it tight from the rear I knew there was no way for me to work the gag out once he set the buckles. I soon learned there were more straps to go around the top of the mask. After making sure the fit was tight to my head he stepped back into the shadows and returned with a small mirror. “Sir I just wanted you to see what your head looks like completely encased in leather.” Sure enough my jaw, chin, mouth, and nose were now completely hidden. I saw one small hole at the mouth because there was a breathing tube through the gag, but otherwise my head was completely captured in black leather. My eyes seemed highlighted now, easy for BootBoy to examine and try to read my reactions.

With that BootBoy sat on the stool and started to pull open the codpiece. “Fuck!” I said to myself as I remembered I had the leather cock and ball sheath on, ball strap and lacing pulled tight. I had untied myself and removed it to shower earlier in the day but for some reason put the sheath back on without thinking while getting dressed to go out. Actually I know why I put it back on. It felt fucking great when I wore it inside a codpiece. And since I was voluntarily allowing myself to stay pent up I might as well enjoy the feeling of the leather around my cock and balls. I also imagined BootBoy either sucking on my leather covered cock or balls. “Sir, What is this?” said BootBoy as he pulled the cod completely off. “Has Sir been wearing his sheath because he missed his cock being caged?” I looked straight ahead as he looked up after saying that, but I think I betrayed myself holding my breath during the silence that followed his question. “Regardless Sir, this pleases me. I will take this as a sign. Right now I want to keep this in safe storage.” And he worked the codpiece back in place securing all the snaps.

“A sign for what?” was the question blaring in my brain but there was no way I could ask the question or expect a direct answer. The question started to fade away as BootBoy set to work on my boots. Once he finished dusting off the first boot and his lips touched the leather I went into an erotic haze like never before. My cock was rock hard and held tight by the sheath. I loved the intense feeling as my cock strained against the leather confine. Even having absorbed a hell of a lot of precum it was thick and stronger than my rigid cock. The lacing made it all drum tight. As hard as I grew my cock was not going to work the snaps loose as had happened my first night in the shine seat.

I closed my eyes and let my imagination take off. I was envisioning a sea of greedy bootlickers just outside the ring of light waiting for orders from BootBoy. One by one they took their places. Four boys began to service my boots. Two more were set to servicing my leather covered cock and balls. I was not bound in place and gagged but free to toy with them, have a hand on the back of the head on the boy going down on my cock, holding my boot sole up against the face of another, and barking orders to the others. It was intense and I was just about ready to decide who was getting fucked first when I came out of my fog to realize that BootBoy was now mounting my boots, starting his hard fuck between my legs.

It was his strong grip of my mitted hands that brought me back to the moment. He was steadying himself that way to fuck my boots. With his hands on my mitts the only way that cod piece was being ripped off was with his mouth. Only I didn’t feel him at it. As I tried to strain my head to look downward I found he was starring up at me as he fucked. His back was arched and his body up higher than in the past. Once our eyes met I was caught in his gaze. I could not look away. Still wearing my Muir cap, his eyes were just below the chrome rim. He looked powerful. The longer he stared the more I felt stripped and made naked by him. And the more intense his fucking became. His facial expressions were serious and erotic. Just before he shot his load he finally closed his eyes in concentration and ecstacy. He lowered his head and his eyes were now gone under the cap brim.

I felt his knees drop to the floor on either side of my boot shafts and his grip lessened. He pushed back and next I felt his ass sitting on both boot insteps. “Sir that was one great ride!” BootBoy said once his breath had recovered. He was staring up at me again with a more calm and reflective gaze. “I must attend to your boots” he said as he stood up and stepped away.

So he was making me wait till he was completely done with my boots before paying attention to my cock. I was so fucking hard and horny. I couldn’t wait to feel him peel away the codpiece and feel him unlacing the sheath.

It seemed like he spent even more time than in the past re-polishing my boots. My cock was straining harder than before with all that attention. Both boots were back down on the floor and completed when he said “One more thing Sir.” He stepped out of the light and went into his bag. I could hear chains being moved. I had never heard that sound when he went into his gear. He stepped back into the light but not from an angle I could see. I felt his hands about my left boot and realized he was installing a shackle. I tried instinctively to pull away with but he was holding on tight. I tried kicking out my right boot but he had it tethered somehow, probably it had been a loose rope that I just tightened by the movement. Once the left shackle was set in place he moved on to the right boot. I was trying to protest loudly but the best sounds I could make got muffled by the gag and leather collar.

Once both shackles were set BootBoy stood up, placed both hands again on the mitts and moved his face to be eye to eye with me.

“Sir, I want to reward you tonight by giving you that chance to be paraded around upstairs in the bar while no one recognizes you. I want to heighten the experience you already had earlier by putting you in chains and keeping your head sealed. If anyone asks I will tell people you are a fucking great Boot Toy. You can silently observe how they see you. I know you are hornier than hell and ready to shoot, but imagine how much better it will be after your debut as a Boot Toy. I promise to keep you safe and blow your mind once we are back downstairs in Room #4. Are you ready for this Sir?”

My mind was already blown by what BootBoy proposed. But I was so fucking horny and turned on by his excitement and energy that I tried to nod yes. “Is that a yes Sir?” I replied with a very muffled “uh huh.”   BootBoy smiled and started to undo all the straps holding me to the seat.   He stood me up with an admonishment to hold still. He picked up what I thought was another chain off the floor. Next thing I felt was a chain hit my butt followed by a wide steel collar going about my already restrained neck. He set the lock on the collar and then pulled my right mitted hand back. It was quickly held in place by another shackle. And the left arm followed in suit. “You look great Sir!” said BootBoy. And with that he hooked a leash he had to a ring on the front of the steel collar and gave a tug. “Come now Sir. Let’s go show you off!” He tugged the leash again only harder and I stumbled forward without any choice.

The chain between the boot shackles was short making me walking very slowly. I could barely raise each foot high enough to make the steps up from the play area. But finally we were on the main floor and I was being paraded into the thick of the crowd. The crowd parted for the spectacle at hand. One walk around the room and we suddenly stopped in a half lit area. I heard BootBoy say something about licking to someone next to me and with that I felt the talented tongue of another boot boy going over each instep and down to the toes of the boots. The immediate effect was to make my cock try again to snap loose the codpiece. I had no way of stopping it but I wished it would end. Rather than being pleasant and erotic it was overstimulation. My tightly sheathed cock was pulsating and was actually more intense to endure then the plastic cage. His tongue finally left my boots alone and we moved on. But only after I heard BootBoy say in agreement that I made an excellent BootToy. We stopped several times and as BootBoy chatted with others I felt hands groping me. At one point another Boot Top I recognized stood next to me and was running his gloved hand along the seam in my breeches at the ass crack while talking with BootBoy. He didn’t know whom he felt up. It did amaze me that no one either had a clue who I really was or inquired about who was the BootToy. I guess a fully hooded and gagged man on a leash does means he’s spoken for. We stopped by the bar and I could see Tony taking it all in. He just looked at me and winked. The leash tugs pulled me towards the stairs and I realized BootBoy was guiding us back down to Room #4. It took quite a while to get down to the bottom of the stairs but I knew it was just a few more steps before BootBoy would open the door and we’d be back into his private play area.   I was so caught up in the moment, I was becoming anticipatory over what my orgasm was going to be like once I we were alone again inside Room #4. I couldn’t process my thoughts/reactions to the parade, maybe once I shot my load.

“Sir that was awesome! You are a fucking amazing BootToy. You may not have been able to look around as much as I did but everyone was focused on you. Much more than I’ve ever seen before with a hot stranger working the room.”

BootBoy tugged me on the leash into the center of the room, about 3 feet from the shine stand. “Let’s get these irons off of you. I also am going to remove the collar and gag so we can talk about what just happened.” All I wanted to say was “Get me the fuck OFF BOY!” but I decided not to lead with that once the gag was out of my mouth. I felt 30 pounds lighter as the collar, chains, and shackles went away. As BootBoy tugged the gag out of my mouth after releasing the collar, I actually felt momentary gratitude towards him.

“The shackles messed up your boots Sir. I will put you back in the chair and work on them while we talk.” Again, all I wanted was to feel him make me explode but I would have to wait till he was ready.

“I’m just belting you in place Sir. With your hands in those mitts you aren’t going anywhere soon.” With that a wide belt was placed around my waist and tugged taut from behind. BootBoy pulled the small stool over and picked up one of my boots and started buffing away. He bent forward and kissed the toe. That made my cock try to jump and brought me to full peak horniness again.

“BootBoy, may I ask something?” He nodded his head but kept working on my boot. “Maybe you could focus some attention to my cock before finishing things up down there?” He didn’t look up but one of his hands reached into my crotch and yanked the codpiece off.

Sir, I know you would get hard again if I was to finish you off before the boots.” Play with yourself while I take care of this.”

My internal dialog went something like “Play with myself? My two hands are in fists deep inside padded bondage mitts and he wants me to play with myself?” Instead I gave off a low groan of disappointment “Sir, give it a try before you complain” was his response.

I’ve put bondage mitts on boys before and told them to try to wank off. Actually I’ve played a lot of games with boys making it near impossible for them to get off. It could have been a time constraint, one hand behind their back, or no hands at all and having to figure out how to hump something. The point was always to work them up more and not allow them to explode. But I never had one in bondage mitts and their cock encased in a thick and very tight leather sheath before.

I knew I’d better at least try in the present situation. So I took both mitts and started to rub the sheath between them. The sensation through all that leather wasn’t enough to do anything, but at least I felt like we were getting around to my cock. BootBoy looked pleased and got back to working on my boots. He was into a lot of tongue action on them where the shackles had rubbed the leather. That went right to my cock. I found that I could form a rhythm between his licks and my mitted stroking that was actually better than pleasant. This might alleviate some of my desperate need while he finished off the boots.

“So Sir, I want to know what you thought about being paraded around and no one recognizing you?” To be very honest I still couldn’t process the activity enough to be intelligent about it. All I said in response was “Pretty amazing no one knew who I was.”   There were a few more leading questions by BootBoy that received similarly simplistic answers before he said “Sir, I don’t think you are being very honest with either of us. I don’t think you are keeping things from me but I feel like you don’t want to face a truth about you.” That remark shot right to the center of my brain. “Like what BootBoy?”

“Sir, I think you cannot admit that you aren’t the T-O-P, all caps, that you think you are.   Sir, do you know any other TOP that would allow themselves to be tied up, kept pent up, put in chains, gagged, and paraded around as a TOY?” I don’t know if it was his hands massaging my feet as he buffed a boot or his words, but something shot right through to my cock. If I was paying better attention I would have known that I started to stroke my cock faster with both hands after he said that.

“Sir, you have all the instincts of a TOP, you certainly have proven yourself many times over to be one, but your core is not purely TOP. You seem hard wired through your boot fetish to want to fuck or be serviced by bootlickers but there is more to you than that. You need to start admitting to yourself who you really are. That is only going to happen if I break you, Sir!”

Explosions were going off in my head. My first instinct was to start yelling and swearing at BootBoy and tell him the game was up. But his words mixed with my horniness and it circumvented my usual way. Instead all I could think to say was “Yeah BootBoy, and how are you going to do that?”

BootBoy dropped my booted leg and moved in close. He knocked my mitted hands away from my cock and grabbed the sheath tightly. Staring strait into my eyes he said “Through your cock Sir.” And using his other hand he started to undo the lacing on the sheath and unbuckled the ball strap. One quick yank and my rock hard cock was free from the leather.

BootBoy wandered out of the light and I could hear him putting the chains and shackles back in his sack. That relaxed me a bit. He returned and kneeled in front of me. “No more talk for now Sir” and wrapped his hands around my left boot and started licking it. Starting at the back of the ankle he was working his tongue in the folds of the leather. I started to stroke my cock again with both mitted hands. Only now the mitts were rubbing along the shaft without the leather buffer. My head sank backwards and closed my eyes. It was my focus to shoot my load and then tell BootBoy the games were over. But the mitts on my hands were making that impossible. I grunted and said to BootBoy I wanted him to get me off. Actually I demanded he get me off with true anger and frustration.

BootBoy stared at me for what felt like an entire minute. His face had a very serious expression and his eyes were piercing mine.

“Sir, if I give you what you want will you admit that you are a fucking BootToy?” Before I had a chance to reply he wrapped his hand around my cock and started to gently stroke it. It felt fucking great but I was being resistant to admitting anything “I will not.” was all that came out of my mouth. BootBoy kept on stroking my cock slowly and methodically. We both knew he was going to control this till he got what he wanted but I was still fighting. “Sir, I know I can keep you on edge till the bar closes and leave you here overnight without anyone being able to help you. Did you know that Tony is my partner?” I did not.

“I didn’t have to ask anyone to use this space because we bought the bar about 4 months ago. This use to be the owners storage room and we found the shine stand when we got the keys. The first thing Tony said was I needed to find a BootToy and make use of the room.”

I was hearing him tell me this but I was too crazed by his stroking. All I wanted was to shoot my load and put all the pieces together later.

“Tony is the Top in our relationship but recognized that I have an aggressive side. He knew the minute he saw the shine stand what it could mean for me. We agreed that if I found the right man to be my BootToy I could play with him here at the bar. Soon you started coming back to the bar as a single guy and weren’t showing any real sign of looking for a new boy. Tony started to chat you up and learned a lot about your state of mind.”

The things we all tell bartenders. My brain was trying to remember things but couldn’t. I was too worked up but a pit in my stomach was growing.

“Tony told me he thought you’d be a perfect toy. He’d seen the effect a boot boy trying to get your attention at the bar could have on you. Even compliments about your boots would set off a spark in you. He also learned you had a creative, imaginative, and erotic mind and seemed to enjoy mental challenges. He gave me permission to pursue you and parameters to play within.”

BootBoy just kept stroking my cock and talking. “What Tony didn’t realize but I learned is you have needs beyond what he originally thought. He thought you’d be a hot Top to objectify from time to time. You need retraining. You need to learn how to be used and be grateful for it. And I am going to do it, Sir!”

It was all too much talk for me. I heard every word he said but all I wanted was to shoot.

“Sir, you seemed to have enjoyed your time in chastity. I originally wanted to play a game with you where I’d lock your cock up for a few days and you’d have to submit to my bondage and worship before I’d give you climax. But then you seemed to be open to even more, somewhat eager actually. I asked you about being paraded around the bar and you took the bait.”

Sir, answer the following questions and I will give you a mind blowing orgasm.” I said yes immediately.

“Sir, did you wear the half mask at home while jerking off?”

“Yes BootBoy”

His grip and pace picked up. I was getting hotter.

“Good Sir. Was tonight the first time you wore your cock and ball sheath with the half mask on?”

“No BootBoy”

His hand started working harder on my cock.

“Good Sir. And did you wear any other gear besides the cock and ball sheath?”

“A posture collar and gag BootBoy.”

“Replicating being in Room #4. Good Sir. And did you ever wear the half mask with the eye patches down Sir?”

“Yes BootBoy.”

His hand really started to work magic on my cock.

“Good Sir. Now Sir, I need you to admit two more thing to me and I will finish you off. Sir, first tell me you want to be a BootToy.”

I was trying to think this through. I honestly didn’t understand what he meant by it other than he loves to fuck boots. His hand slowed down a bit.

“Sir I am waiting!”

I gave in. “Yes BootBoy I want to be a BootToy.”

“Good Sir. Now tell me you will submit to being trained to be a BootToy!”

My brain was turning to mush. I needed to shoot and be done with this.

“Sir, I am waiting. Tell me you submit to being my BootToy!”

It was all too much.

“I submit to being your BootToy, BootBoy!”

His hand had me where he wanted and I could feel his power growing.

“One more thing BootToy, from now you call me Sir when we are in this room. So tell me again you submit to being my BootToy.”

I shouted out “Sir I submit to being your BootToy, SIR!”

And with that he finished me off. I shot long and hard.

When I thought I was done he continued working my cock. I started to tell him to stop but had already forgotten to call him Sir. He picked up my cock and ball sheath and shoved in into my mouth, telling me to shut up. He wasn’t going to stop using my cock till he decided. I shot another load without warning.

BootBoy dropped my cock and let me sink into exhaustion. He stood behind the shine stand and pulled my arms back. He must have had a swivel clip handy because he used the rings at the wrists of the bondage mitts to bind them together.

He came around in front and stroked my cheek through the half mask. “Good BootToy. Nearly done for tonight.” I couldn’t imagine what he meant but suddenly he pushed his ass into my stomach and started roughly handling my cock and balls. I felt him work a cock ring on and then my cock slid into a cage. I thought he must have been putting the little plastic cage back on me. He continued to fumble with the pieces and then I heard the snap of a hasp on a lock.

BootBoy got off me and stood before me pointing at my crotch. “Look BootToy!” came out of his mouth. I looked down at glinting steel. He had installed a stainless steel chastity device! And it was locked with a Master lock. I was about to spit out my cock and ball sheath to shout when he put his leathered finger up to my lips and said to be quiet.

“I originally got this to continue with our game. But things have changed. This is staying locked on you without any release until we’ve got a real chastity belt to install on you permanently.” He continued:

“You submitted to being my BootToy and you are going to learn to live as one. You are going to stay down here till the bar is closed and then Tony and I will walk you home as you are. The mitts are staying on. We’ll keep your keys and return after we’ve had a night’s sleep and Tony and I can talk about the changes in our agreement. As far as I am concerned we’ll come back tomorrow to check out your leathers and boot collection. And we’ll check out your bondage gear. I’ll decide which boots to leave you for daily life. But the trophy boots are coming with me, as well as most of your leathers. I bet you have some great bondage gear. Whatever I like that fits on you is coming too. And lastly, we will do is sit at your computer and decide on which chastity belt you are going to buy. If we can do the measurements ourselves and submit the order online you will pay for it with one of your credit cards. That’s when the bondage mitts come off.”

I was shell shock. What the fuck was happening?

“I think Tony will be impressed with what went on here tonight. You see BootToy I also didn’t realize what my full needs were till you pissed me off after we paraded you around upstairs. I know now I need more control over you than just being a booted play toy. I need to control you and change you into the perfect BootToy. And you will learn to thank me for what I am doing.”

With that Sir BootBoy walked over to the door and opened it. He looked back at me as he turned off the lights with a real devilish grin from under the brim of the Muir cap. “I’m giving you time to absorb all of this. You submitted to me and I won’t give up on you.

With that the door closed. It was only then when I realized this wasn’t far off from some of the fantasies I had about BootBoy, now Sir, this past few nights while wearing the half mask with the eye flaps down. DAMN TO WHAT YOU FANTASIZE!!!!!!!!

At Iron Lockup, Sir Pan flogs Mr. Kristofer for a while and decides it’s time for him to go into chastity.

But Sir finds the prisoner too hard to get into the cock cage. Sir tries to get Mr. Kristofer’s erection to go down by attacking him with a rubber whip. After about five minutes of cruelty, the penis is just soft enough to get him locked up.

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Title of this video: You Fuckers

By Taurus

Part 3 – trainingprogram19_beta-v1.9_28/01/20XX

(Author’s note: As a clarification born from possible misunderstandings arising from the anonymity of the year, please note that the timestamp for trainingprogram19 is before that of streetfair1 and clubslave1.)

Luke, having come home from an after-hours training routine and a Wagyu steak dinner at a top Japanese restaurant, yawned and stretched before summoning his robot butler.

“Good evening, sir. How may Ondine help?”

“Take my clothes.”

Despite being given the decidedly female name Ondine, after the eponymous siren in Bertrand’s Gaspard de la Nuit, Ondine had a male voice.

Apparently, this Ondine was not out to seduce and kill, which was fortunate for Luke. Instead, Ondine, its cybernetic thinking devoid of judgement, assisted Luke in removing his full suit and tie, and before long, Luke could stand completely naked –

Well…naked except for the “you-know-what,” as colloquially known in “right-thinking” circles that speak in circles and formalities.

Luke looked down at his chastity cage, surprised at how comfortably it fit.

That was a mistake – the looking, this would mean.

Having just come down from an endorphin rush that was his night workout, he was incredibly aroused, and he had nothing he could do. Even muted amateur porn videos of a seemingly emotionless twink – who looked like they took meds to look that thin – jerking out a load as small as if they had just cum an hour before filming became incredibly taunting.

After all, Luke, with his muscles over which the entire city fawned and drooled, now had no more manhood.

It had been (only) two weeks since he experienced Bruno’s ownership, with the word “only” in brackets for very good reasons.

On one hand time felt like it was flying; the effect of being focused on work that people on chastity blogs talked about seemed to happen to Luke as well. In his case, he felt like he was being more efficient, whether it was with physical work like training, or with mental work like helping with accounting. That was, as long as his jock strap was tight enough to hold his dangling bits in place.

On the other hand, time was crawling and his pains were torturous.

Somehow, after he got locked, more people ordered full nudity private classes, to the point where there were a few days in which working in the gym premises became impossible. He lost a few VIP clients, but gained more than he lost.

Naturally, he could not get anywhere close to cumming with surface-level stimulation (or touching, as it is more commonly known as), but it sure got him moaning and future private bookings. He was transitioning from being the founding boss to being a mascot for his gym; his prize-winning body was front and centre on all the advertising, but he would only be able to briefly appear in person at select times of day.

Nevertheless, he was getting more and more frustrated.

“Ondine, I’m writing a hiring notice. But get me some toys I can use.

“Fast.”

***

“Sir, would you like me to clean you up?”

“No,” Luke shook his head, having stuffed his ass with a small training dildo as he wrote his job listing.

White the author will spare you the mundane details of work qualifications and passion for work and wages – all of which were admittedly attractive, especially considering the fact that the equally attractive boss had a practically nude dress code when he does appear – I will tell you that Luke quickly got bored of the very small dildo, eventually using it as if it were a purpose-made plug.

“Fuck this…”

***

The time Luke arranged indicated some madness; 5 am. That said, Matt seemed as if all was according to his planning.

“You called me just at the right time; you can test out a new program for me. It’s a training program, for a fucking machine.”

Eagerly, Luke strapped himself onto the chair, which gave Matt some pause, seeing as he had objected to the bondage last time.

“I thought…uh…the shackles -”

“- are just fine. I like them.”

“Okay, so, as I was saying, because you have a chastity cage -”

“Fuck you, just start the sim!”

Your funeral, Matt silently thought, as he turned around and headed for the control centre, feigning an annoyance that masked his excitement.

“Whether you’ll cum depends on you, Luke. You’ll be tied up and given a prostate milking.”

***

Luke, noticing that he was himself in this simulation, “woke up” bound to the chair as he had been in the physical reality.

“Hello, Luke,” an announcer said. It seemed that Matt had coded in identity recognition for extra immersion.

“This is training program number 19, concerning anal penetration machines. Three tools will be used, which will be introduced to you as they come. Feel free to halt the simulation with your safeword, ‘Deliverance,’ to take a break or request additional implements.”

During one of Luke’s blinks, chains that attached to the shackles spawned in accompanied by a slightly theatrical blue hologram effect. The chains seemed infinitely long, stretching into the fog that masked the edge of this simulated world.

This simulator Matt was making was getting very well optimised.

“We will begin with a vibrating dil-”

“Deliverance.

“Ball gag, and skip all introductions.”

Per his request, a red ball gag spawned in, 5 inches above him. As he opened his mouth, the gag floated down and locked itself into place.

“Your non-spoken safeword will be shaking your head repeatedly to your left.”

***

“Ahhmm…”

Although the experience should only be mental, Matt noticed that Luke’s body, in reality, was moaning.

Was it really that pleasurable? Was this the “reality bleeding” arising from problematic connections he had worried about?

A glance at the displays show that the connections were thankfully stable – 99.97 percent optimal, as was usual. Luke would (most likely) be fine, unlike the…numerous documented cases whose victims had their implants irreparably damaged.

Regardless, Matt had ideas for him. It is not everyday you can get a proud idiot beast like Luke to beg for something as simple as an orgasm.

There were a few things he could and were planning to do. More bondage that secured Luke’s torso. Posture collar. Ankle cuffs. Oiling him up. Plugging his ass. Increasing the reclining angle and adding tie points to facilitate an alternate overhead tie that lets him see the plumes of armpit hair, and so that he could put another set of chains between his wrists to turn him-

Matt collected himself. “In due course,” he reassured his rampant imagination as his more rationally inclined part of his mind turned away from the naked man to the readings.

The machines would surely bring him close to, if not fully to cumming, but just in case, he would load up a “secret weapon” program; a rigid metal dildo shaped specifically to vibrate on his prostate.

By this point in reality, the display that was titled “Time Conversion” revealed that Luke had experienced 54 minutes in the 9 that had elapsed in the real world (at a 6:1 ratio, approximately). Having also tapped into his implant’s readings, Matt could see that Luke was nowhere close to orgasm even if he did indeed enjoy the fucking – erogenous zones were active and were at relatively elevated temperatures, but signs like a flexing abdomen were completely absent.

A tap on a spacebar.

Sure enough, 30 seconds later, Luke’s caged dick was pumping semen. There was not much, but it was enough to warrant (and require) a shower and not just a tissue.

To be continued…

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Check out these scenes from ‘Life is Not Fair,’ a video that Bound Gods did a few years back but is still available to subscribers:

Christian Wilde has two new captives today, and he’s ready to push them to the limit. Randall and Holden are in chastity devices and their cocks are aching to get out. Christian gives them the crop and applies clover clamps all over their bodies. The subs are then tested with more extreme measures, enduring a whipping from the single-tail and an electric shock from a cattle prod. The prisoners are both suspended and fucked in bondage by Christian’s massive cock. Randall is made to cum on his dom’s feet and licks up the mess. Christian blows his hot load in their spider-gagged mouths.

Van Darkholme says:

There are many nice moments in this live shoot. I’ve decided not to edit much of it, risking the complaints about it being long and slow. This is for those who enjoy the live shoot for its entirety and for the others, there’s the fast forward button.

Sincerely,

Van

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Xavier has been having a lot of fun with sweet little Latino twink Galiel. In part 1 he wanked and edged that bulging cock while stuffing the captive’s tight hole with toys. In part 2 he caged the stud’s dick and fucked his hot wet mouth. Now it’s time to use that snug little arse!

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Title of this video: Used By A Chav Brit Boy – Part 3

By Rubrpig

The guard who was escorting Marc, opened the Captain’s door and entered.  He told the Captain that the former prisoner 4798 wanted to speak with him.  The Captain nodded and told him to bring him in.  The guard went out and grabbed Marc by the left bicep and walked him into the office. The guard closed the door and stood quietly in front of it while Marc walked up to the Captain and requested permission to speak to him.  The Captain nodded and smiled as he opened the thick file that his researcher had prepared on Marc.

The Captain had all potential prisoners/patients thoroughly checked out prior to confirming their booking with the facility.  The research included a financial analysis to ensure that they could afford and pay the fees that the facility demanded.  Marc looked at the Captain and told him that he wanted to buy into the facility as a partner and become a part of the crew that operated the facility.  The Captain nodded and knowing Marc’s net wealth, knew that the proposed investment would allow the facility to expand and add additional options.

The Captain looked at Marc and asked what he was proposing.  Marc nodded and outlined what he was proposing.  The Captain smiled and agreed, but he added some additional ideas and Marc smiled and agreed.  The Captain turned to the guard standing by the door and told him that he would be accompanying 4798 and would be responsible for ensuring that 4798 would obey his parole conditions and that he would return on the specified date to begin his permanent sentence at the facility.  The guard nodded and asked permission to prepare the required equipment and change into civilian clothing. The Captain nodded and the guard left the room.

The Captain told Marc that 50% of the proposed investment would be required immediately and the balance would be due on his return and signing the investment agreement and his permanent sentence contract.  Marc nodded and asked permission to use the Captain’s laptop.  The Captain nodded and Marc sat down at the Captain’s desk and logged into his investment account.  He created the electronic fund transfer using the banking information provided by the Captain.  Once the confirmation was received, he signed off and stood up and moved back to the front of the desk.  The Captain logged into his banking site and checked to insure the funds had been received into his account.  He nodded and smiled looking at his new partner.

Marc looked at the Captain and asked him to unlock and remove the heavy steel chastity belt and be replaced with an acrylic device which would allow him to clear TSA security for the trip.  The Captain smiled and made a call and a guard arrived with a clear cb6000 and a set of security seals.  The guard told Marc to drop his jeans and Marc obeyed.  The guard knelt and took the key for the belt from the Captain who had been in control of the key since the belt was put on Marc.  The belt was soon removed and replaced with the clear chastity device.  The guard was ordered to take the steel belt and key and give it to Marc’s personal guard.  Marc was told that the belt would be put back on once they arrived at Marc’s condo along with a GPS ankle bracelet so Marc’s movements could be tracked and controlled at all times by his guard and by the Captain.

Marc’s guard arrived back at the Captain’s office dressed in jeans, boots and a black t-shirt carrying several duffel bags.  The Captain looked at the guard and told him his orders and what Marc was allowed and not allowed to do while in his custody.  The guard nodded and looked at Marc and told him that it was time they left as they had to catch their flight.

Marc nodded and left.  He asked permission to get his carry-on from his locker and was given permission.  The two men left the facility and found an unmarked vehicle and a driver waiting for them.  Marc was told to get into the back and his guard put handcuffs on him and locked the security belts in place holding Marc tightly into the padded seat.  The guard and driver put the bags in the back and then got in.  The trip to the airport was uneventful.  The vehicle pulled up to the departure terminal and the driver got out and got the bags out.  The guard opened the door, unlocked the security belt and removed the cuffs. Marc got out and the two men picked up their bags.

After checking in, clearing security, the flight was uneventful and after a cab ride to Marc’s condo building, they walked into Marc’s condo.  The guard dropped the bags and turned to Marc and ordered 4798 to strip.  4798 quickly obeyed and stood in front of his guard as ordered.  The guard opened one of the duffle bags and pulled out the heavy steel chastity belt.  The clear acrylic cb600 was unsealed and removed and after a few minutes the heavy steel belt was once again on and locked.

4798 nodded and thanked his guard as he had missed the weight of the belt and the security it gave him.  The guard then knelt and took a GPS tracking ankle monitor and put it on Marc’s left ankle and tightened the strap and locked it.  He took his phone and opened the tracking app and checked the performance of the monitor.  He told 4798 that he was responsible for recharging it every day after he returned from work.  4798 nodded and the guard told him that he would be sleeping in 4798’s former bedroom and that 4798 would be in the guest room.

4798 picked up the two bags belonging to his guard and led the way to his former bedroom suite and set the bags down on the bed.  He turned and left the room allowing the guard to settle in.  The two men would be at the condo for 6 weeks while 4798 made all the final arrangements with his employers and the sale of the condo and his other assets.

4798 rose the next morning and showered.  He knocked on the door to the guard’s suite and was given permission to enter.  He asked permission to get clothing for work from the closet and was given permission.  The guard told him that when he returned from work he was to transfer what he needed for the next weeks from the closet to his new bedroom and 4798 nodded.

Over the next few days, a routine developed and 4798 spent his time at work cleaning up his accounts and transferring assets.  When he returned home, he would strip as soon as he entered and put his clothing away.  His guard who had once again put on his black combat gear and body armour along with weapons would monitor.

The guard would ensure 4798 charged his tracking device and while this was done, he would verify that 4798 had not gone anywhere that had not been previously agreed to by his guard.  4798 had to call and request permission to leave the office for lunch with colleagues or clients.  The permission was usually given, however, once and a while permission was denied just to reinforce to 4798 he was still a prisoner, on house arrest but still a prisoner.

Captain Ferguson would skype with the guard twice a week to check in to make sure that 4798 was still obeying his parole conditions.  Then the Captain would speak with 4798 to check on the progress of all the arrangements that had to be made.  The weeks passed quickly and soon it was time to leave and return to the facility.  The condo had sold and the new owners took possession of it the day after 4798 and his guard would leave for the facility.

The day of departure, 4798 looked around the now empty condo and stood quietly as the heavy steel chastity belt was removed and replaced with the cb6000.  The tracking unit was unlocked and removed.  4798 got dressed and the two men left the condo and headed for the airport.  After arriving, the men cleared through the check-in and security and were waiting at the gate for their flight.  4798 was nervous as he knew that he was now a permanent prisoner of the facility and would be held in custody.  The Captain had told him that the new programs were now in place and several men had already signed up.

End of Part 10