By Nitro
Part 6
Hey everyone! It’s been a long time since I’ve added to this story. Recently at an event I was approached by a fan who said he’d missed the installments, and it really motivated me to start writing again. Thank you all for your patience, there’s a lot more to come!
—Nitro
When we last left Ian and Jake they were leaving the gym after a grueling workout. In the gym Ian calls the shots for them both, but outside the gym Jake controls everything. Jake has been locked in a metal ball stretcher for two days now and his large thick cock is safely sealed in a steel cage. After their workout Jake worked an XL butt plug into Ian’s tight hole and they are heading out to start what will prove to be a hard weekend.
“See you at the house, fucker. Go straight there, you won’t need anything from home,” Jake said, leaning in close and pressing on the base of the thick plug as he talked to his new property. Just a couple days ago this boy had no idea that his friend was also “ImmobileRestraint” online, the pics he had jerked off too so many times. He still has no clue just what the man behind that profile is capable of.
Ian carefully got into his truck sitting down very gently on the massive invader in his hole. This is by far the biggest thing he’s ever had in there, and according to his cock spreading the huge wet spot on his shorts he is really enjoying it. He watched SIR start to drive away and he put the truck in gear to follow him. Thinking about the weekend ahead the wet spot just kept growing. Every small bump in the road translated to a groan of pleasure from the firetruck parked in his hole. The drive took about ten very long minutes before pulling up in front of SIR’s home. If the neighbors had any idea what was kept in that house…
Getting out of the truck Ian walked over to join SIR Jake by his side and picked up SIR’s gym bag to follow him in the house.
“Good boy,” Jake said walking, to the front door, unlocking it.
GRUNT
“Careful boy – I’ll expand your lack of speech privileges beyond the playroom if you keep that up,” Jake said, feeling his dick grow in his sweaty jock.
GRUUUNNNT!!!!
He pushed the meat inside the house and locked the door behind him. “You’re getting very comfortable with having no choices aren’t you boy?”
GRUNT!
Jake reached down and gripped the painfully stretched balls TIGHT and stared into the meat’s eyes. “Think very carefully how you respond to this next question. I ask you one more time. … You’re getting very comfortable with having no choices aren’t you faggot?” As he spoke he kept increasing his grip on the stretched balls, watching its jaw start to quiver and tears starting to form.
Ian thought for a split second and then met SIR’s gaze and let out a loud GRUNT.
“Good boy – effective immediately, speech restriction includes my entire home, and any other time that I dictate.” Jake released the tight balls and enjoyed watching the boy struggle not to scream.
Ian immediately dropped to his knees and buried his face into SIR’s crotch, feeling how hard his large cock is behind the gym shorts and jock.
It took a lot of self-control not to take the pig then and there, but Jake has plans. It’s time to get this weekend kicked off so he looked down at his boy and tapped the back of his head twice. “Those two taps mean to stand, follow me fucker.”
Ian slowly stood, lightheaded from processing the changes and knowing he is getting what he has always dreamed of. He never could have imagined he would find this HERE… with Him!
Jake started walking towards the basement stairs following SIR closely, still carrying SIR’s gym bag since he wasn’t told otherwise.
Jake reached for the dog tag chain around his neck and used the key to unlock the deadbolt on the playroom door. He liked to make sure his toys knew the level of control he held.
Seeing the deadbolt on the door, Ian’s dick throbbed again in its tight prison. The door was open when he came here previously so he had missed this detail. SIR stood with the door open and Ian crossed the threshold loving the smell of all the gear, sweat and everything else coming from the large play space. He heard the door close behind him and the unmistakable sound of that deadbolt engaging.
“Strip,” Jake ordered
Ian immediately set down the gym bag and stripped out of his gym clothes neatly folding them as he went. Very quickly he was standing entirely nude except the 2.25-inch ball stretcher, tight cock cage, and giant butt plug.
Reaching down and gripping the stretched nuts, Jake led his toy over to the bondage table in the center of the room under arranged lights. And helped him up on the table, taking great satisfaction in the deep groan as the butt plug pushed deeper.
“Lay back boy in the center of the table and get comfy… well at least more comfy than you will be soon. You will not be gagged right this moment, but don’t forget your rules. Non-compliance will not be tolerated.”
Ian lay back on the table now blinded by the lights shining down into his face and started sweating.
Jake got to work placing the boy’s hands and ankles in the restraints, then adding restraints to forearms, biceps, chest, thighs, and a posture collar that was lying on the table. Each cable is connected to its own one-way ratchet pulley and he starts pulling the slack out of each one slowly stretching his muscle toy onto the table.
GRUNT!!!!
“Time to find out what immobile restraint really is, boy,” Jake said as he slowly went around the table, pulling more and more slack out. The boy’s wrists and ankles were now pulled nice and tight, his arms pinned down to the table and his thighs spread wide as well. The posture collar pulled up towards the top of the table keeping his head in place. He reached down and started stroking the painfully stretched balls, which elicited a groan deep in the boy’s chest.
“Looks like a good start to me faggot. How’s that feel?” Jake said as he continued stroking the dark heavy ballsack of his toy.
GRUUNNNNTTTT – Ian couldn’t believe what was happening, he couldn’t move a muscle and he truly was at the mercy of this amazing stud.
Out of the boy’s eyeline Jake pulled off his shorts and jock then laid the jock over the boy’s nose. “I’ll let you enjoy that for a while, I’m going to get a little more comfortable. … Don’t go anywhere,” Jake said with a sneer
GRUNT!
GRUNNNTTTT!!!
GRRRRUUUNNNNTTT!!!!
(Jake worked these out with a pause between each, so it wouldn’t be misconstrued as a “NO”).
part 7
Jake left his sweating muscle toy to stew under the lights and headed back upstairs, locking the dungeon door behind him, his thick cock pointing the way to the bedroom as he stripped off his sweaty tank and took a deep inhale. “FUCK, I smell damn good today!” he said, walking into the bedroom and straight for his closet. He took his time pulling his gear together, watching the monitor on the wall showing his muscle toy straining against the taut restraints, unable to move but still trying. He pulled his bulldog harness, leather jock with removable codpiece, chaps, socks, boots, armband, gloves and Muir cap and laid each item out on the bed, stepping back to review his selections.
While listening to Ian groan in his bondage, he started getting dressed, taking his time to enjoy the process. Jake loved his leathers, they were a second skin to him. Putting them on always made him feel sexy and powerful. Picking up his leather jock, he worked his cock through the hole in the codpiece before adding his metal cockring and snapping the codpiece in place.
Next he sat on the edge of the bed and put on his socks followed by his lace-up, well-polished jump boots. He took a few minutes to look at himself in the mirror and flex while sniffing his sweaty pits. With his boots laced up snug, he wrapped the waistband of the chaps around him and buttoned the nine snaps located at the front of his waist, and then bent over and started zipping the legs up tight. Next came his black leather bulldog harness. Sliding the harness on, he loved how tight it gripped his thick hairy pec muscles. Next came his armbands and gloves, fitting each in place, then watching himself in the mirror as he put on his black leather Muir cap to top it all off. He stood there admiring himself in the mirror and had to admit that Ian has been helping him tremendously in the gym. Time to thank him properly…
Jake walked back down to the playroom, stomping his boots loudly as he approached the door and slowly unlocked it. He had turned the heat up in the room earlier today, so his piece of fuckmeat was sweating heavily.
Ian was straining his eyes to try to see SIR without being able to move his neck in the slightest. He could only barely see SIR’s shape in the doorway, between his head not turning and the blinding lights over him. He heard the door close and lock and then heard the loud bootsteps. His dick throbbed with every one, and he could see SIR’s outline getting closer.
When SIR finally got close enough that Ian was able to see him clearly, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. The man in front of him looked like he walked off of a Tom of Finland drawing.
GRUNNNNT
“Well hello, meat, enjoying your comfy bed?”
GRRUUUNNNNNTTTT
“Very good to hear, meat. I’ve been enjoying watching you from upstairs while I got ready…”
Grunt?
“Oh yes, I have a security camera that I can watch you from my bed. It will come in handy when you’re down here for hours and hours at the time with no contact.”
Jake laughed to himself when he saw Meat’s cock throb again at the sound of that. “Oh someone likes that idea…” He leaned forward and rubbed the rock hard cock and enjoyed how excited his boy was. He moved the well-worn jock off of the Meat’s face, and he reached over to a shelf and grabbed a bottle of water and slowly tipped it to the boy’s mouth. Knowing lying on his back he would have to concentrate on swallowing, he poured slowly but wanting to make sure that his Meat stayed hydrated.
When the bottle was empty, he put it back on the shelf as he kept rubbing the Meat’s body, and enjoying the control he had over this immobile piece of muscle.
GRUNT!
“You’re welcome, Meat, don’t want you to get dehydrated, its going to be a long day for you.” As he said this he put on a rubber glove on his right hand, and out of the Meat’s eye line he put a large glob of icy hot in his gloved palm and then started rubbing his swollen cock and balls, coating them in the process. The smell of menthol was filling the air, and his own cock was throbbing in his jock pouch as he saw Meat’s eyes start to get larger.
GRRUUNNNNTTTTT
GRRUUUUUUUNNNNNTTTTT
GRRRRUUUUUUUNNNNNNNTTTTTTTT
Ian felt the burning start slowly but it rapidly built up. He was struggling not to beg and scream, afraid it would result in more punishment. He was in heaven and hell simultaneous, and he knew this was only the beginning, but he has wanted it for so long.
Jake kept stroking and enjoying that the more it burned the more his toy throbbed. He knew that by now the meat’s balls were killing him. They have been slowly stretched for days now, but he had been inspecting them to make sure no sores had arisen. The meat just thought he was playing with his balls, but he was doing much more than that.
He added an extra layer of IcyHot to the package, stopped stroking, and discarded the well-coated rubber glove. Walking over to his well-organized toy chest, a large red Craftsman wall toolbox that is an OCD kinkster’s wet dream. Opening the tit clamp drawer, he perused his collection and grabbed the perfect two pair. Walking back over to the table, he started rubbing and pinching the meaty nipples to get them even more at attention. Once they were standing hard he applied the Japanese clover clamps deep at the base of the nipples and elicited a groan from his toy. Now that the meaty nubs were poking up above the pads of the clovers he applied a pair of sharper adjustable clamps right to the center of the nubs. They were opened up a bit so that they weren’t biting too hard… yet….
GRUUNNNTTTTTTTTTT
Reaching up above the table, Jake pulled a cord down and connected it to the chains of the two pair of tit clamps and slowly pulled the slack out of the one-way pulley.
Meat was really sweating now from the pain in his cock and balls and meaty nipples. Struggling not to speak, Jake’s dick was now straining inside his jock. “You’re starting to realize the depth that you’re in now eh…?”
GRUNNNT
Leaning right over his face and looking into his eyes, Jake slowly tightened the sharp clamps, enjoying his sharp intake of breath.
GRUUUNNNNTTTTT
Beads of sweat were forming on Meat’s brow now and Jake could tell he was fighting not to speak. It was time for Jake to test Meat’s resolve before moving to a gag. He reached up and pulled the cord so the one-way ratchet pulley tightened another notch, pulling his tight nipples skyward.
GASP
“What’s wrong, Meat?”
He stared into SIR’s eyes as the sweat rolled down his face, with sheer resolve in his eyes. He was in a very happy place, that’s for sure. Jake reached down and tightened the clamps a little more.
AGGHHHHHH
“That was close, boy…”
GRUNT *pant pant pant*
Jake felt the precum filling his jock pouch and decided it was time to sit back and enjoy the show. He stepped out of Meat’s line of sight to his humidor and grabbed an Assylum 13 cigar, cutter and lighter. He sat in his leather chair and propped his boots up on the ottoman to prep the cigar. He thinks to himself that later tonight he will replace the ottoman with a piece of meat, but for now its time to watch it sweat.
Part 8
Jake cut the end of his Asylum 13 cigar and lit his torch, slowly rotating the cigar in his lip as the flame lit the tip as he took drags. Taking nice deep drags and exhaling the smoke, he savored the flavor of the stick while watching the bound Meat in front of him continue to sweat. Thick clouds of smoke surrounded his face that was slightly obscured by the leather Muir cap. This encounter is going to be deliciously slow. He wants Ian to realize exactly what he’s up against. Jake has been setting this trap and preparing the bait for a very, very long time.
GRUNT
*pause*
GRUNT*
Ian can smell the cigar, but he can no longer see SIR and the amazing gear he put on. “FUCK, i just want to see him puffing that cigar.” He thought to himself.
GRUNT
Ian knew he was truly screwed. His shoulders were on fire being held in this position after such a hard workout, his back was stiff from not being able to move, his asshole and balls just FUCKING HURT. However, his cock had never in his life been harder. He just knew that the slightest touch would make him shoot his load all over the place… oh god this would all really hurt then. He continued to pull against the restraints slowly, testing them, hoping one of the pulleys would give him the slightest amount of relief. Of course due to the position any movement in the slightest caused him to inadvertently tug on the pulley connected to his nipple clamp chains.
GRUNNNNNNTTTTTT
He let out a long grunt of frustration, he wanted to badly to beg to be allowed to turn his head to watch SIR. He slowly started seeing the smoke make its way toward him and hover in front of the bright light over the table, it smelled so good. He took deep steady breathes to savor the smell, knowing it had just passed through SIRs lips.
Every breath he took in caused his chest to move slightly, tugging on his burning nipples. FUCK he’s wanted this for so long, and now he has it…. and he wants more! He continued to struggle against the restraints, hoping that it was turning on SIR just how helpless he really was. Just as he thought of that again his dick throbbed again as hard as steel, and his balls tried to draw up closer to his body in excitement which just made a new wave of pain flair through his abdomen.
GGGRRRRUUUUUNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTT
***
Jake continued lounging in his chair and enjoying his cigar, absentmindedly rubbing the very full pouch of his leather jock. He knew his boy was going to enjoy the task of licking all of the precum out of the codpiece when given the opportunity. His cigar now had a long ash dangling from the tip, but skilled as he was he made sure not to move it too much to drop the ash. He stood up out of his leather recliner and slowly walked towards the table in the center of the room. He made sure that each bootstep was loud on the sealed concrete floor, enjoying seeing his Meat twitch as he stepped closer.
Jake, with his fat cigar in his mouth, got right over Ian’s face. Ian was held immobile by the rigid posture collar couldn’t look anywhere but right at SIR, not that he would even if he could.
“Are you with me faggot?” Jake said,
GRUNT, was the very clear reply.
Jake withdrew the cigar from his lips while staring into Ian’s eyes. Without any prompt or provocation Ian opened his mouth wide. Jake’s cock throbbed again and let out another flow of precum as he rapped the cigar against his knuckle watching the long curl of ash fall into the mouth of his property.
Ian felt the warm ash hit his tongue but there was no burning. He tasted the earthy sandlike consistency of the ash but held his mouth open wide. He wanted nothing more than to please his SIR. He had wanted this for so very long, and now it was his to have!
Jake was thoroughly impressed by the fact that he didn’t even have to instruct the boy to keep his mouth open and he worked up a large amount of spit in his mouth, spitting it into the open jaw under him.
“Swallow” was the only instruction, and he enjoyed the look on Ian’s face as he swallowed, then tried to work up spit to clear away the rest of the cigar ash that was now coating the inside of his mouth. While enjoying this show, Jake continued to draw on his cigar and exhale the smoke into the face of his property. He could see out of his peripheral vision that Ian’s cock was throbbing and practically ready to burst spontaneously. This truly was going to be too easy. Before he allowed that to happen however, he needed to prove exactly who was in control here.
Without breaking eye contact he reached down and tightened both nipple clamps, enjoying the sharp intake of breath from his boy. Next he slowly wrapped his gloved hand around the throbbing thick cock of well restrained boy that groaned quietly beneath him. He stared in the boys eyes as he slowly, oh so slowly, slid his gloved hand up the hard shaft.
Ian was so insanely horny he could hardly focus. Now SIR was stroking his cock, and he knew he dared not shoot his load. “FUCK FUCK FUCK” he thought. He’d been so horny for so long that now he was afraid he’d fuck it all up now. He wants so bad to cum, but he wants so bad for this to continue.
Jake continued slowly stroking the cock and then started pulling on the heavy ball stretcher as he stared into his Meat’s glazed over eyes. He was listening to the boy’s breathing slowly increase in speed. He reached up and pulled the ratchet pulley a notch tighter on the nipple clamps bringing them higher in the air as he continued dragging on his Assylum 13 cigar.
Ian’s breathing increased more and more as he approached the edge of his long denied orgasm as Jake continued to masterfully stroke his toy.
“Does that feel good Meat?” Jake said staring into the lustful eyes of his boy
GRUNNNNNTT!
“What do you want more Meat…. to shoot a load, or to hurt more for me?” Jake said as he blew smoke into Ian’s face.
Ian thought for a split second, not knowing how to respond… He knew what he wanted, but he didn’t know how to express it…
GRUNT
“That’s what I thought…. good boy” Jake said as he continued slowly stroking his boy to the edge. The boys breathing slowly increasing and feeling the thick cock throbbing in his gloved hand he slowly stroked more and more loving the control. This meathead is now putty in his hands, and he knows he can do anything he fucking wants. With one hand still slowly manipulating the rock hard cock he took his other gloved hand and tightened the tit clamps further.
GRRUUNNNNNNNNTTTTTT
“That’s right faggot – you know where you belong don’t you?” Jake growled as he took a drag on his cigar and blew the smoke in the boys face.
GRUNT
“You know I can do anything I want, and you’ll be unable to stop me don’t you?” Jake said staring into the glazed over lustful eyes.
GRUNT!
“You want more though don’t you? This is only scratching the surface for you isn’t it faggot?” He said still slowly stroking, and knowing one false move would send the boy over the edge.
GRUNNNNTTTTTTT
He immediately let go of the throbbing cock and reached to the tray beside him and got a sharp pair of clamps and in one move put them right on the tips of the exposed hard and blood filled nipples.
AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUUU….
Ian started to scream and almost fucked up his speech control but he caught it. Jake was ready for this and as soon as the mouth opened wide he dropped the ash of his cigar into the open maw.
Without missing a beat, Jake picked up his weighted paddle and started landing blows on the exposed thighs of his Meat. Each blow hitting deep into the well defined muscle. Ian started groaning in pig heaven. The blows kept coming as the bruises slowly started to show, but he kept pushing. He was watching the cock continue to flow precum down its length and throb in the air.
“Pick a number boy” was his only command to the meathead who was still savoring the earthy flavor of the ash having not been commanded to swallow yet.
Ian was in heaven and hell, but his cock now ruled his brain.
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
GRUNT
Jake was counting them in his head with a devilish grin on his face. This boy had taken to his speech control quite nicely.
“20…. Good boy…” was all he said before the first blow landed on the painfully stretched nuts. Each blow got steadily heavier and the meat was struggling not to scream. The first 10 blows went by quickly, and Jake had to admit he was quite impressed by the resolve of this pig. The next five were even wearing out Jake’s arm, but he had a job to do.
He kept the heavy hits coming and he could tell that Meat was no longer even on this planet. 16…. 17… 18… The boy was struggling not to scream at this point…. 19…. sweat was pouring off of him….
The last blow was the hardest yet…. 20! As if on queue the meat shot a load entirely hands free shooting all the way past his fast with the first volley, the next two landing directly in his open ash filled mouth.
AAAAGGGHHHHA AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH GGRRRRUUUUUNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTT
Jake leaned down and locked lips with his Meat, his boy, his property…. He savored the sweat, the cum, the ash as his tongue explored the open hole. Now that his vision was obscured by Jake’s face, he reached over and took the sharp clamps off and savored the scream into his own open mouth. Next came the two pulleyed clamps that had caused so much pain. As they came off together the boy went limp having blacked out.
“Good boy” he said as he stood up and walked back over to his leather chair to finish his cigar and watch his boy sleep peacefully and now totally drained.
The rest of the night was going to be fun…
Part 9
Jake turned the lights down a bit over his toy and sat back, enjoying watching the peaceful sleep he was enjoying.
It’s only been three short days, but it feels like he has had his new boy for much longer. While Ian slept, Jake started silently preparing some things for the evening ahead. He walked over to the short but long steel cage and opened the door and slid out the floor panel. The cage was long enough to hold a man lying flat, but short enough that it can’t sit up, being only about 18 inches tall. He laid out the leather sleep sack with built-in arm sleeves.
He walked over to Ian and while he was still asleep he started working his cock into a small cock cage with imbedded dull spikes inside the crown. As he was just about to click the lock shut he noticed his boy was slowly waking up.
CLICK
GRUNT
“That will keep your wood under control for me, faggot.” He said as he rubbed the very sore balls.
GRUNT
He reached over and started up clipping the restraints, and helped his boy sit up on the table. Ian was moving awkwardly because of the thick posture collar, but he slowly sat up and put his full weight on the large plug up his hole.
GRUUUNNNNTTT
“Oh you must have found the surprise in the cage already… good,” he sneered.
He reached up and slowly removed the posture collar and helped his boy stand up off of the table. “Stretch out boy, you’ve been in that spot for a while.
Ian slowly stretched his sore muscles and did several squats to ease his legs, but it only drove the plug in deeper.
GRRUUUUUUNNNNNNTTTTT
Jake leaned against the table and enjoyed the show. His muscle pig was rotating his arms, arching his back, moving his entire body around to ease some of the lactic acid that had built up. He was enjoying the sweaty muscle beast in front of him easing his own pain. He stepped up behind Ian and held him tight, grinding against the large plug still in his hole and he felt his boy shiver in anticipation.
Jake slid a blindfold down over Ian’s eyes and then started pushing forward with his body weight and guided Ian toward the cage he hadn’t noticed yet. As he got close to the cage he stopped pushing forward and the boy immediately stopped in his tracks.
FUCK this boy is driving me WILD, he thought to himself.
He grabbed Ian’s shoulders and slowly turned the boy to face him.
“It’s time to get some sleep, boy. You need your rest,” Jake said compassionately.
The boy wrapped his arms around Jake and held on tight. Jake felt the steel cage press into the crotch of his leathers, and his own cock grew rigid down his thigh. FUCK he was ready for bed, but this was too good to pass up.
“STAY,” was the only word spoken, and Ian froze in place.
Jake walked over and slid his chair back with him until he was right in front of his boy.
“Keep your eyes closed tight until directed otherwise,” Jake said as he removed the blindfold and then sat down himself.
GRUNT – Ian said as he was struggling from the pain caused by the spikes, the stretchers, the plug, and his still sore tits.
Jake unzipped the fly of his leather jeans and worked his thick fat cock out, slowly stroking it and enjoying the look of his meat’s face as it struggled with the combination of pain from its different body parts.
“On your knees,” was the only command and Ian slowly kneeled.
Jake kept slowly stroking his cock and he reached forward and aimed his Meat’s head so that when given permission to open its eyes it would be staring straight at his cock.
“Open your eyes boy.” Ian opened his eyes and the sight of the leathered crotch came into focus and his own dick immediately throbbed full force into the dull spikes of the cage.
GRUNT!!!!!
“See something you want boy?” Jake said with a sneer.
GRUNNNNT!!!!!!
“Then get to work, and make it good!” Jake said as he relaxed back into his chair.
Ian didn’t miss a beat he leaned forward and swallowed the cock down to the base, burying his nose into SIRs deliciously sweaty pubes. He started working this cock like it was the first meal he has had in his entire life. Taking the length to the base, then slowly withdrawing with only the head left in. As if by instinct Ian locked his hands behind his back in submission and focused on the cock like it was his source of life.
“FUCK boy! Someone’s happy as a pig in shit” Jake said as his eyes rolled back in his own head.
GRUMMPPHHHNNTTTTT (Ian learned its hard to grunt with a mouthful of hard cock.
Jake enjoyed the hard work his boy was putting in to make him feel like the king of the world. He wanted to let this one last, but this boy was determined he had one goal in mind, his SIR’s pleasure. He wanted to see just how far his boy would push himself without his guiding him to do so, and fuck did he ever do a good job.
Ian was clenching his hole around the fat plug in his ass each time that he got to the base of SIR’s cock, causing an animalistic groan deep in his chest. He was focused on only one thing, making sure his SIR felt GOOD. He didn’t care about his own pleasure right now, he was focused on submitting to SIR completely. His hole hurt, his balls hurt, his cock HURT, his nipples were still so tender, but he was in heaven.
Ian kept going and was relishing in hearing SIR start to breathe heavier. He knew if he kept going that it was only a matter of time, and he started sucking even more diligently. He would get to the base of the cock and hold it here enjoying the throbbing deep in the back of his throat then after a few seconds would continue his methodical and dedicating sucking determined to give SIR something to remember.
Jake’s breathing continued to speed up and Ian knew that he was about to get his reward so he started fucking SIRs cock with his throat. He went down to the base one last time and felt SIRs cock swell even larger as he started to unload.
“FUUCCCKKKKKKKK,” Jake screamed as he unloaded like it was his first load in a year. “Good boy! Fuck someone was hungry!” He said with a grin as he gripped the arms of his leather chair.
Ian slowed down his efforts determined to milk the entire load out of his SIR to show his appreciation.
Jake reached down and tilted his boy’s head up to meet his gaze, and they both looked at each other with such contentment and pure bliss. He was so impressed by how hard his boy had worked. After a few moments he pressed his boy’s head down into his own lap and just enjoyed the connection and the energy that was pouring off of his boy.
“Stand up, boy,” Jake said as his boy slowly stood up with his arms till held behind his back. Jake got to work and removed the 2-inch steel ball stretcher and replaced it with a 1-inch one. He wanted to give the boy’s nuts a slight break, but also make sure that they were still on his mind. He walked behind the boy and put his hands on the base of the large butt plug.
“Take a deep breath, boy,” he said as he slowly started to pull.
GRRRUUUUUNNNNNNTTTTTT
Ian’s world was on fire as the monster started stretching his hole open again. Little by little the beast of a plug slowly exited his hole and then finally a POP as it came out completely.
GRUUUNNNTTTTT
Ian struggled not to fall back into his SIR.
Jake helped Ian lay back on the open leather sleepsack, guiding his arms into the sleeves as he did so. Before starting to zip the muscle pig in he grabbed a special condom catheter and worked it over the metal cock cage, this was designed to hold in place behind the end of the cage without the regular adhesive that a condom catheter has as to not mess up the cage. Once in place he slowly zipped up the sleepsack, fully encasing his boy’s body. With four straps he sleepsack was then secured to the floor plate of the cage so there wouldn’t be much wiggle room. The straps weren’t too tight, as he wanted to make sure there were no circulation issues during the night. He replaced the blindfold over the boy’s eyes and then one final strap over the forehead made sure there was no movement of his head. He pulled the blindfold up over the forehead for the final part so that his boy got a full view of the scenario. Slowly sliding the floor panel back into the cage, he slammed the door shut and, staring into his boy’s eyes, he loudly closed the large padlock, sealing up the cage. He saw the flash of lust in his boy’s eyes as the reality of his helplessness sunk in.
GRUUNNNT
GRRRRUUUUUNNNNTTTT
“You’re welcome, my boy. Time for you to get some sleep. If you need to take a piss, just do it. When you get thirsty during the night just suck on this tube,” he said as he placed a tube in the edge of the boy’s mouth. This tube was connected to a large reservoir bottle of electrolyte fluid to keep his boy hydrated and also help with muscle cramps. The tube had a one way flow valve that wouldn’t flow on its own, but when sucked on it would provide much needed hydration. He didn’t want him drowning, after all. He reached down and slid the blindfold back over the boy’s eyes, and before hardly a moment passed he heard the boy’s breathing become nice long relaxed breaths. This fucker is already asleep!
As Jake stood up and walked out of the playroom, he turned lights off as he went through the room. He made his way up to his bedroom and slowly got undressed out of his very warm leathers and boots.
Jake propped the iPad up on the nightstand, showing the night vision security cam live feed to downstairs. With the volume at maximum and watched the slow movement of the sleepsack indicating his boy was breathing peacefully as he dreamed. As he lay back in his comfortable bed, he too slipped into peaceful sleep.
Part 10
Jake woke up in the middle of the night and had a raging hardon. He looked over to the side of the bed and saw the most beautiful image ever — his property was safely stored away in his sleepsack and snoring peacefully. Looking at the clock it was about 4AM and he knew he was going to get a few more hours. Not wanting to go all the way downstairs to piss, he grabbed the jug he had stashed beside the bed and pissed into it. What Ian didn’t know yet was that Jake wasn’t planning on wasting any piss this weekend. His boy was going to learn his role properly, the hard way. Jake laid back in bed and started sniffing his own musky pits while he was stroking his hardon. Fuck, his own smell was like poppers for him and it just made his dick harder. Reaching into the top drawer of his night stand he grabbed a pair of heavy tit clamps and laid them on his chest while he kept sniffing his pits and stroking his dick.
Yeah this NEEDED to be taken care of for him to get back to sleep. He was tugging at his meaty nipples and when they were painfully perky he attached the strong clamps and took a deep inhale of breath. Jake started playing back the images in his brain of his boy downstairs sweating on the table earlier and a bead of precum leaked from his cock.
“Fuck that faggot worked hard for me today,” he said to himself as he kept pawing at his meaty dick and growling deep in his chest. Before long he was breathing very heavy and knew he wasn’t going to last long, even after the heavy load he had shot just a few hours earlier. He looked at the iPad on the bed and watched the rhythmic breathing. His property has fallen right into his place, and it couldn’t make him happier or more proud. Seeing his boy, the smell of his pits, the pain in his nipples, it all pushed him overboard and he grabbed his sweaty gym jock just in time as he blew a HUGE load of cum. “FUCCCKKKK” he grunted as he shot into the pouch of the jock that his boy would be gagged with in the morning.
Jake sighed deeply and rolled over in his cozy warm bed and quickly drifted off to sleep, watching the iPad video feed as his eyes got heavy.
When Jake next stretched and opened his eyes he looked at he clock and it was 10AM he had slept later than he had planned on and fuck it felt damn good. He wondered how his boy had slept that night sealed up in his tight leather prison.
Jake picked up the iPad and watched the video feed as he walked to the kitchen to start the coffee maker. With the volume up to the max he could hear his boy moaning under the hood so his morning wood quickly got even harder. There were no signs of distress, so he took his time making his coffee and reached down to grip his rock hard cock.
With his coffee in hand he walked down to the playroom and unlocked the door. The grunts got louder as the meat heard him entering the room.
GRUUNNNT
GRRRUUUUNT
Without saying a word Jake reached into the cage and pulled out the tube connected to the nearly empty bottle of electrolyte solution and replaced it with a tube leadings to a wide bodied funnel.
“Good morning boy, you’d better be thirsty,” he said as he started emptying his morning piss into the funnel. He greatly enjoyed the sound of the needy gulping from his Meat. This boy was loving his new place, and he was loving taking him there. He stood there and continued to piss into the funnel nice and slow so that he could keep up. Fuck that had to be some nasty strong shit, but he could see the large cock straining in its cage desperate to get hard.
When he was done pissing he pulled the tube out and unlocked the cage door. The rest of the piss from this morning would be used soon, as well as the jug that was connected to the condom catheter. Nothing will be wasted this weekend he was going to make quite sure of it.
He slid the floor plate out from the cage and unbuckled the straps holding his Meat down to the floor. Reaching up to the zipper he slowly worked it down, releasing the sweaty cocoon the pig had been in all night. Slowly he helped his boy sit up and as he sat up he met him with a deep passionate kiss. His boy jumped right into it savoring the feeling.
The kiss went on forever as Jake slowly massaged the boys arms and shoulders, knowing they would be sore from being in the same position all night.
“How did you sleep boy?”
GRUNT
“Good boy – now slowly stand up. Your legs are going to be tight so take it slow. I’m right here to help.” He said as he was helping to support the weight. Slowly the boy stood up leaning into his SIR.
He helped his boy stand and slowly walked him over to the table to lay down on it. Having to guide him slowly as he was still blindfolded.
“Just lay back and relax, boy,” he said as he started slowly massaging the boy’s legs, shoulders, and arms more.
GRUUNNNNNT
“Good boy – how does that feel?” he asked quietly.
GRUNT
“Good boy. Just relax, you’ve done a great job,” Jake said calmly.
As much as Jake loved to work over and torture a man, he also loved helping to ease the pieces back together again. He continued the slow and methodical massage of the boy’s aching muscles and enjoyed hearing the boy groan in pleasure.
The heat radiating off of the boy after he had been wrapped in leather all night, the sweat, the testosterone — it was all getting Jake all riled up again and he could feel his cock throbbing against his boy’s leg.
GRUNT
“Yes?” Jake said tauntingly
GRUNT!!!
“Is there something you want boy?” Jake said.
Ian quickly shifted his weight and got up on all fours with his ass presented high in the air.
GRUNNNNNT – he said slowly wagging his butt in front of his Sir.
Jake climbed up on the table behind his boy and coated his cock in lube. Without any warm up he slid his thick dick in Meat’s hole all the way to the base.
GGRRRUUUUUUNNNNNTTTTTTT
Ian had a steady stream of precum running from the cock cage that dangled beneath him. His hole felt so empty overnight without the plug in, all night he wanted it back and wanted to be filled up tight. His hole was hungry for his SIRs cock.
“Good fucking BOY!” Jake roared as he started to fuck in and out hard and fast. “Doesn’t that feel better boy?”
GRRRRUUUUUNNNNTTTT
GGRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNTTTT
Ian started matching his SIRs pace and he would push his body back as his SIR would push forward. The table shook and rocked. The room was full of the sounds of the creaking of the table and the clanging of the attached chains swinging from its various points.
Jake kept up a steady pace as the sweat rolled down his face, his chest, his back, and the rest of his body. This boy’s hole felt like nothing ever had, he was in heaven as he piston fucked the tight ass. He leaned down and wrapped his thick arms under the boy searching for his meaty nipples. Without any delay he found them and gripped nice and secure, which caused the ass to tighten up around his dick.
GRUNT
He rhythmically squeezed and tugged at the meaty nubs which sent his boy into orbit; groaning, moaning, grinding, and slamming back against the cock in his hole the boy was in heaven.
Ian… couldn’t… believe… his… FUCK… his hole could feel this good! He was loving being a fuckhole for his SIR and absorbing the energy that his SIR was putting out. He focused on pushing back against him as SIR slammed in, and rhythmically tightening and loosening his hole. SIR’s grip on his nipples was driving him crazy and he could FEEL the pre-cum running out of his dick like a faucet. He felt his balls start to boil and try to draw up tight, but the stretcher kept them low down below the cage. His SIR didn’t slow down he kept railing his asshole and working his nipples harder and harder.
GRUNT!
GRUNTTTT!!!!
“What’s wrong Meat? You got a problem?” Jake taunted
GRUNT!!!!
“Is my faggot afraid he’s going to cum without permission?…. Again?” Jake sneered into the boy’s ear while his fingers gripped even tighter on the meaty nipples.
Now Ian was starting to panic, he wasn’t touching his cock… it was locked up tight… how could he stop himself from cumming when he wasn’t even doing anything. FUCK!
GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT!!!!
Jake started pounding even harder and faster, grunting and growling deep in his chest.
“SPEAK UP FAGGOT!”
GRUNT!!!!!!!
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!”
GRUUNNT GRUUNNNNT GRUUUNNNNNNTTTT!!!!!!!
“ THEN DO IT! SHOOT IT BOY!” Jake shouted and without a split second passing he felt the boy’s hole start clamping down TIGHT as he shot his hands free load, this time while locked up in a cage.
GRRUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTT the boy screamed as his balls unloaded for the second time without his cock being stroked.
“Fucking hell GOOD boy! You ready? Here goes!” Jake yelled as he started shooting his own load into the very talented ass.
“FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK.” He roared as he kept shooting.
GRUUNNNT
Jake slowed down with his thrusting until he stopped still fully embedded into his boy. Taking a deep breath to relax and focus he was finally able to start the flow of his piss.
Ian gasped as he was not expecting for SIR to piss in his hole, but the warmth felt so good too. He groaned as the flow kept going deeper and deeper filling him up. This was really new for him but fuck it was so hot.
Jake groaned as his bladder gained relief inside the tight warm hole. He could feel his flow start to subside and he fucked his cock deep a few times for good measure.
“Don’t spill a drop boy or there will be hell to pay,” he said as he started to pull out of his boy. He could practically hear the muscles in his boy’s hole trying to clamp shut.
Part 11
It’s been a while since we have heard from Ian and Jake. A lot has happened since that night in the playroom where Ian was heavily restrained and his SIR was pissing up his hole after a long hard fuck. Ian had been in heavy immobile restraint and chastity for an extended period by the time we got there. The heavy bondage continued and so did the heavy workouts in the gym. The two men have intertwined their lives and now live together full time in a new home that they purchased. Ian and Jake had both done fairly well with investments so they were able to pool their resources and design the house they wanted, along with some very special features that fit their lifestyle.
Jake kicked back in his leather recliner and enjoyed his 80 ring asylum 13 cigar while listening to classical music. With his every move his thick leather pants and shirt creaked and groaned, and the gloves gripped his knuckles tight. Jake enjoyed relaxing in his gear – for him his Leather wasn’t just for show, it was part of him. The knee high high shine polished leather boots had such a mirror finish on them he could practically see his face in them. His tight leather shirt clung around his chest, arms, and midsection like a second skin, and his thick cock filled out the pouch of the cod piece on the leather pants. As he took a long drag on the cigar he felt the cares of the day slowly melt away. As he thought about his property his hand absentmindedly found its way down to his crotch. The metal cockring he wore helped make sure that his cock was testing the confines of the leather cod piece. He thought back on the past year and got even harder in his pants.
While the two men are both partners together they do also operate with a full time D/s dynamic in place. It has been an interesting balance to create and maintain, but it has kept them both grounded. He has very much enjoyed his property’s training over the past year, and he’s also been very impressed with how well his property has handled it. Ian now spends the majority of his time in heavy bondage except for when he is at work, the gym, or Jake just wants a human companion. Today however is not one of those days.
Today Ian is sealed up in his storage location – and since he had today off he has been there since this morning when Jake left for work. Jake drew on his cigar and slowly exhaled as he continued to massage his leathered crotch, and think about his boy’s predicament.
***
Ian focused all of his energy on staying as still as possible. Every time that he moved the slightest bit his balls received a VERY heavy electrical shock. The thick gag in his mouth was connected to a tube that lead off to a storage bag for whatever SIR wanted to use it for. He was pretty sure that his catheter lead to that storage bag as well because over the course of the day? (He thinks?) his water was getting more bitter and salty. The posture collar was keeping his head up high and straight ahead and the sleep sack sinched around him was secured to the posts in the storage compartment that they had built in the new house.
As he thought about SIR he groaned into the gag as much as it would allow, he wanted to please him and he knew he was doing that, but FUCK he also wanted to service his thick cock. Absentmindedly he started to suck the thick gag and grip the beer can sized plug in his ass, but all this served to do was get his own thick cock hard in his spiked chastity cage that stood outside the sleepsack. His groans started to get louder as the spikes chewed into the soft flesh, but he was in a frenzy and couldn’t stop sucking and squeezing.
Losing focus in his frenzy of clenching the plug he moved ever so slightly in the sleepsack which triggered a blinding shock of electricity to the plug and to his balls.
MMPPPPHHHHHHHH
***
Jake pressed a button on the remote and the TV turned on and showed the situation his property was in within the storage compartment. He was very proud of the storage compartment they had built. From the rest of the playroom it looks like any other wall, its very hard to tell that the wall is a hinged door. The thick foam insulation of the walls makes sure that no noise escapes even into the adjoined playroom, and his property can stay in there as long as it needs to.
His thick cock stretched the cod piece of his leather pants and he gripped it as he smoked the dark leafed cigar. He was watching the heart monitor and everything was elevated, clearly his property was excited at its predicament.
He needs to get his dick wet, but he doesn’t want to interrupt the property’s cycle so he grabbed his phone and texted boy steve.
Jake: “Get over here – 20 minutes – don’t be late”
steve: “Yes SIR!”
Jake: “Drinks are on the counter”
Jake sat back and enjoyed his cigar as he hatched his plan in his head.
Right on time the front door opened and he heard steve come in and could hear the clothes coming off. The boy knows to present himself in a jock and boots and nothing else. He could hear the whiskey being poured and then heard the bootsteps coming into the living room where he was.
“Right on time, good boy” Jake said with a grin as he pointed down between his feet.
steve kneeled between his boots and presented his drink to him as he had been taught to do, head bowed and drink held up to him.
Jake reached for the remote and pressed a button that would turn on the microphone in the room and deliver the audio to the earbuds inside his property’s hood.
“Good boy – now get to work. I’m fucking horny and need to get off,” Jake said
Without a hesitation steve got down and started servicing the knee high patrollmen boots starting with the toe and slowly working up the shaft. Taking his time to make sure that the entire left boot was taken care of he moved over to the right and repeated the slow meticulous process. His tongue got in the grooves between the sole and the form of the boot, and he even craned his neck around to get the back of the shaft, knowing that halfass work was not acceptable.
Jake sat back and sipped his drink and enjoyed his cigar while the boy worked. His eyes occasionally going to the TV screen watching his property enjoy its predicament. He could tell that Ian knew exactly what was happening and could hear within his hood. He could tell the subtle movement that was showing he was sucking on the plug like it was a thick cock, and his own cock flexed inside the codpiece. He reached down and popped the snaps on the codpiece and beckoned his cocksucker up to get his prize.
“You’re going to have to work for me, do you understand?” Jake said
“YES SIR” the boy said looking up to meet his gaze.
“Get to it”
steve got up to his knees and moved his head to the thick piece of meat that was waiting. Without hesitation he got his lips around it and slowly slid down to the base resisting the urge to gag. His lips met the cockring at the base of the beautiful cock and he held it there like he had been taught to.
“Fucccccck, good cocksucker” Jake growled as he watched the screen where his property was in immobile restraint.
Part 12
In Ian’s storage confines he heard the earbuds in his hood turn on, and he knew that SIR was up to something.
“Good boy – now get to work. I’m fucking horny and need to get off.” He heard his SIR growl in his deep gruff voice. And this made his own cock throb in the spiked chastity cage and made him growl into the gag and start sucking on it with earnest. He just KNEW that SIR was watching him on the camera so he wanted to please his SIR. He started to slowly wiggle in the sleepsack, thus triggering the heavy electro, and he began panting as the shocks hit harder.
He pictured SIR in full leathers and enjoying an Asylum cigar as he had his cock serviced and the visual was driving him wild. His cock was steadily throbbing harder into the spikes in the cage, and fucking hell it hurt. Jake continued to clench on the fat plug and suck on the gag in time with one another, wishing they were both a little bit bigger as the predicament went on.
What the fuck was he thinking – BIGGER?!?!
He could hear the sounds of the anonymous cocksucker servicing SIR’s meat, and he was immediately wishing he was able to suck that amazing cock. He lives to serve and make his owner feel pleasure, even at his own personal expense, so he started trying to hump the air in front of him. This movement triggered the electricity to start again, and he was screaming into the gag as it ramped up higher and higher.
“You’re going to have to work for me, do you understand?” He heard deep in his ears, and he wasn’t sure which one SIR was even talking to, but he started to suck on the gag harder and deeper. He was steadily groaning into the gag, knowing he was right where he needed to be. His mind was playing tricks on him as he swore he could SMELL the cigar smoke now as he kept sucking the gag and humping the air, triggering the electro over and over.
His entire body was controlled, the sleepsack holding him tight, the fat beer can sized plug holding his hole open, the thick catheter invading his cock, the fucking spikes in the cock cage. What time is it? Clearly SIR is home from work, so he’s been in storage since about 7 AM. Was he going to be here all day? Was he going to get a break?
“Fucccccck, good cocksucker,” he heard his SIR say — and he was picturing his SIR pushing the cocksucker’s head down to the root of his cock as he throbbed in his throat. He had noticed SIR breathing heavier, so he wanted to help push him over.
He took a deep breath, knowing this was going to hurt as he doubled up his efforts on moving within the sack to trigger the electro constantly. Immediately he saw stars inside the black hood as the electro hit his balls higher than before and he immediately tried to double over in pain, which only triggered another heavy shock.
Out in the living room Jake continued enjoying his cigar and his blowjob while watching his property put on a show for him. This boy knew what he was doing – his training has paid off in spades and he is suffering for my pleasure.
“Good boy – keep at it,” he said. The cocksucker assumed he was talking to him, but Jake knew he was speaking directly to his property. He was watching the movement, and KNEW that he wasn’t trying to escape or fight, but was suffering for his SIR’s pleasure.
The cocksucker was also working hard, gagging and choking. Spit and throat slime was running down his face, and he was throbbing deep in his throat. With his free hand he reached down and started forcing the cocksucker’s head down on his pole with more and more force.
“Such a good faggot – working hard to please me. It’s got me rock hard in this pig’s throat. Now I need to blow my load.” He put his cigar between his teeth and started using both gloved hands on steve’s head and hammering his cock down his throat.
steve was really struggling now – fighting to breathe – gagging and choking.
After another ten minutes of relentless throat fucking Jake, with one final push, held the pig’s head down to the base and ROARED.
“FUCKING HELL I’M CUMMING,” he yelled as he shot one two three four then FIVE huge volleys of cum down the cocksucker’s throat. Holding the head down tight, he knew that air was becoming a much-needed commodity for the pig so he released his grip and let the pig take a series of deep breaths and regain his composure.
Looking up at the screen, he noticed that his property was not hanging very still in his sleepsack, knowing he had worked very hard today. Perhaps one day he would share with steve the fact that when he comes over his property is stored away and suffering, but not today.
He released the boy’s head and he slowly pulled off and lowered his head to SIR’s boots and thanked him for the opportunity to service him.
“Thank you SIR for letting me take care of you today. I am a tool for you to use, SIR,” steve said into the boots.
“A tool for me to use eh boy?” Jake said with a grin.
“YES SIR anything you want SIR,” steve said without hesitation.
“Careful boy – I’ll remember that. Now time to go.” Jake said with an evil grin as he thought about future plans. Maybe he would even let his property get some service from this cocksucker.
Without a further word steve stood up and walked back to the kitchen to get dressed and leave. He was used to not having any reciprocity here. That’s why he came. He wanted to be of use.
When he heard the front door close he stared at the TV and started speaking, knowing his property could still hear him.
“You did very good today, boy. You put on a hell of a show for me. Can you hear me?” Jake said.
Ian slowly nodded as much as he could in the hood.
“Good boy – perhaps you’ve earned a reward? After all, seeing you enjoy your ass being filled so much, now my hole is hungry too. Perhaps you’ll get a treat later tonight,” He said before turning off the microphone.
Part 13
A reward? What did that mean? His hole was hungry? Was he going to finally be able to fuck his Sir for the first time in months? Sir was typically not up for being on the receiving end of anything but a tongue up his ass, but sometimes when the wind blew just right…
The very idea of this had his cock throbbing inside the spiked chastity cage, which made him groan into the gag. Now that he felt Sir was no longer watching he tried to stay very still. He didn’t think he could handle much more of the heavy electro that gets delivered when he moves. His entire body was aching, and the massive plug in his hole felt like it was the size of a Buick.
He was so tired from putting on such a show, and his muscles ached from being locked in here all day. He started picturing his Sir sitting back in that chair earlier while his dick was serviced, and he felt his own cock throbbing into the spikes. He pictured him leathered up and in tall boots, his thick cock pushing against his codpiece. He pictured him slowly sucking the phallic cigar as he exhaled a plume of smoke.
Sucking on his gag, he let out a long deep groan and started thrusting his hips as much as the bonds would allow. This of course triggered the motion-activated electro and his body spasmed in the sack as the electro kicked higher and higher creating a vicious feedback loop. The more he hurt the harder his dick got, and the harder his dick got the more he hurt.
The cycle kept going for quite a while as he worked himself into a frenzy – he was now so horny that the only thing he could think about was hurting himself more. He kept slowly humping the air even though the spiked cage wouldn’t allow him to get fully hard, and he could feel the precum leaking constantly. Was SIR still watching? Was he listening? Was he alone? FUCK!!!!
***
Outside the world of isolation, Jake had been busy setting up the evening’s scene. He pulled up a small table next to the sling with his ashtray and a fresh asylum 80 ring cigar on it and a whiskey. There were extra chains hanging down from the bottom part of the sling, and plenty of padlocks.
He walked to the isolation room and unlocked the door and admired his property hanging in the sleepsack exhausted. He disabled the electro and disconnected the liquid feeding tube. Stepping up, he wrapped his arms around the boy and held him tight as he released the straps holding him in the air, and leaned the boy back against the back wall.
“Can you hear me boy?” He said
Ian issued a low moan into the gag – clearly exhausted.
He started releasing the sleepsack and helped the boy lean against the wall as he massaged the boy’s shoulders and arms, listening to the groans. He had been in there quite a while and was quite sore from the lack of movement. Attaching a chain to the collar, he slowly started to pull the boy out of the isolation room and into the larger playroom over to the sling. Once by the sling he attached heavy steel irons to the boy’s wrists and ankles and used the hex key to lock them in place. He pulled the wrists behind his back just at his ass and used a padlock to connect them by just a few links of chain then pressed down on the shoulders so the boy kneeled on a padded surface below him and then secured the ankle irons to the wrist irons by another few short lengths of chain and locks. Additional locks secured the ankle irons to the surface beneath him which had the effect of pulling his body upright unable to slouch down.
He removed the thick gag from the hood and let the boy stretch his jaw for a few moments while he gathered items.
“You’ve done very well today, boy. I’m very proud,” Jake said
Ian immediately felt a wash of pride knowing he was working hard.
GRUNT
“You worked very hard for me today – and that boy didn’t even know you were there. How do you like that?”
GRUNT!
“You knew that I was watching you didn’t you?” Jake said with a grin as he once again groped his leather codpiece.
GRUUUNNNTTTT!
“I’ve got a surprise for you, boy – I had a new toy made that I want to introduce you to.” He walked over to the shelf and picked up a dildo that had been molded after Ian’s own impressive meat. He walked behind the boy and put the phallic piece in reach of the boy’s hands so he could feel the detail. “Does that feel familiar?”
GRUNT
“That’s right – i molded that after the cock that i own. That is how big your meat used to be before the spiked cage,” He said with a sly grin.
GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT
The boy’s cock was throbbing in the spiked cage and burping out precum at alarming rate. He didn’t know yet but this wasn’t just a dildo – it was also a gag. The meat end would protrude outside of the boy’s mouth, but the backside also had a shorter version of the same cock mold, it would fill the boy’s mouth nicely, but still allow him to breathe without a problem.
He came in front of the boy and pressed the gag portion on his lips. Now not seeing what was going on, the boy likely thought the dildo was being rammed down inside, but Jake had other devious plans today. He pushed the rest of the gag home and secured the strap with another padlock.
“How does your cock feel in your mouth, boy? Picking up what’s happening yet?” Jake said as he gripped his cod piece with one hand and started teasing his sensitive nipples with the other.
GRUNT???
Jake unzipped the rear of his leather pants and added some lube to his own hole, then coated the dildo in lube. He reached over to the table and picked up a pair of nasty tit clamps with sharp claw teeth called Talons and added them to the boy’s meaty nubs eliciting a groan into the thick gag.
Jake climbed up into the sling and lit his cigar and blew smoke towards his property. “Now – you got to have your fun earlier, but its time for me to have mine!” He pulled on the chain connected to the boy’s collar until the dildo was right at the entrance of his hole, and he saw the boy freeze in place. He finally connected the dots. “I’ve not let you fuck me in a long fucking time, have i boy?”
GRUNT
“Well my hole is nice and hungry today – and i need to be filled up just right,” He said as he removed his codpiece and let his cock free. “Have fun, boy,” Jake said as he pulled the chain a little tighter until the head entered his hole. Once a couple inches were inside he secured the chain so the boy couldn’t pull back anymore.
***
Ian tentatively pushed forward and heard his SIR groan with pleasure. He smelled the cigar smoke in the air, and he felt his cock throbbing in the tight cage. He started making slow strokes in and out – he couldn’t pull all the way out of SIR’s hole, which is good because it would be hard to find it again not being able to see.
Before long he was in a good rythm – pushing in and pulling out, making slight rotations of his head so SIR could enjoy the veiny ridges of the meat. He was loving the sounds of his SIR groaning with pleasure. He was picturing him there in his tight form fitting leathers, enjoying his cigar and his property. Every time he moved the vicious clamps swung from his tits and made him groan, but also made him leak more precum.
He could hear SIR breathing heavy and he knew that he was getting off on this so he doubled up and started fucking harder and deeper. When he got all the way into the base of the dildo he could feel the heat from SIR’s thighs and ass wrapped around his head then he would pull out as far as he could and then back in.
“FUCCCK,” SIR yelled as he was getting railed and chomping on his cigar. “Keep that up boy and you’re gonna make me blow hands free just from the fucking and me playing with my own tits up here,” He said.
This really motivated Jake as he started fucking as hard as he could, ignoring the pain in his neck muscles, ignoring the pain in his tits, ignoring the pain in his hole, ignoring the pain in his cock. Right now he is only a fucktoy for his SIRs pleasure, just as he always wanted.
“Oh FUCK i haven’t been fucked like this in a LONG god damn time. Good boy – GOOD BOY!” Jake said as he kept tugging on his own tit clamps.
Jake put everything he had into it – fucking SIRs ass, rotating the veiny meat, making love to his owners hole.
“OH FUCK. OH FUCK OHHHH FUUUCCKKKK.” He could actually hear the cum hitting his SIR’s chest and as if on queue his own cock erupted in the spiked cage, making him scream from the spikes chewing in deeper.
To be continued …