Matt On Display Part 1 -3

Part 1

By Steellock

Note: This is a follow-up to The Edge series by Steellock, which concluded with “Matt the Demo Boy.” 

Matt woke early that Friday morning. As Jess was strapping him to his bed the previous night Jim had wandered over and said, enigmatically, ‘Get a good rest Boi, a long and tough weekend ahead of you!’

Matt had therefore spent the night half sleeping and half in wet anticipation of what was coming up. Jim never disappointed – if he said it was going to be tough, then tough it would most definitely be! He also thought about his diet – Jim had put him on a liquid only feeding regime a couple of days ago; always the preparation for a long bondage session and Matt had been wondering ‘when and what’ for a while.

Hooded as he was he couldn’t see the red display lighting go off, but he felt the bed pull back from the display window and knew that Jess was back. His lover started Matt’s day as he always did – by indulging himself in feeling that amazing, muscly, lean body! He ran his hands over the strong pecs, tweaked the large prominent nipples, felt the ribs of the abdomen, kneaded the biceps and then gave Matt a good hard thwack on his cock and balls. Then he leant over and gave the thick black boots a lick – just a quick one; today was not the day for dalliance.

Matt did what he always did – muttered into his gag and looked at the inside of the thick leather hood, cursing the boy but loving the attention. Just for Jess he wriggled and struggled a bit. Then he felt another hand on his right tit. It tweaked hard then the powerful fingers squeezed, and Matt held his breath as the lightening did what it always did and went straight to his cock. Already hard in the locked thick rubber bondage shorts it went absolutely rigid and leaked….

‘Right boi’ Jim said into his ear. ‘One of my best customers is having a bondage weekend on his farm. He’s got all sorts of guys coming from all over the country and he’s asked me to provide a special display for a centrepiece. That’s you of course.

We are going to use that new suspension harness that came in last week. The full length one – I saw you eyeing it up! Yes body, arms, legs, chest all strapped and locked into leather strapping. Then you go up on display. They want to see the lovely muscles, so the harness goes on without a rubber or leather suit. I am sure they will also want to use your body in many and entertaining ways too. Usual rules are applying – no permanent marks or harm of course. But I am sure it will be tough – but hey that’s what you are for eh?’ Matt grunted. All he could do around the gag filling his mouth.

‘Jess is going to set you up and then we will be shipping you over. They are sending a van.’

Why a van wondered Matt? OK so it needs to be closed at the back but a car with black windows would do?

‘Jess does not know yet, but I am not having an empty window display. It gives us too much good publicity, so he’s filling your bed for a few nights. A new experience for him; let him know will you so he can worry a bit!’ Jim chuckled.

Matt grinned in his hood. Jess loved strapping him into the Segufix bed every night, hooded and gagged. Then setting the window glass transparent and turning on the low red lighting; his shaved and oiled muscles and the black leather and rubber shining It made a sensational show for passers-by. But Jess had not yet tried the restraints for more than a couple of hours. Matt would be sorry to miss it. Hmm, few nights eh? All weekend then!

He felt the restraints releasing and eventually he swung his boots round and stood hugging his lover. The blindfold on the well-used Sci Fi hood was unbuckled and he could see Jess’s grinning face with the shop behind him. On a hook dropped from the ceiling on a hoist wire was the harness. Thick black leather straps – masses of them! As they walked through to the back of the shop to the wet rooms where they both exercised and showered every day Jess was chattering about the harness, and the special hood with feeding / drinking tube that was ready too. Matt swallowed and then remembered Jim’s comment about it being a weekend event. So, he was going to be strapped up and available for at least a couple of days! Tough indeed.

As he walked through he also saw another new item – a black box about 2m long. Obviously a storage system for a boi. He had seen them on pictures on Tumblr, but Jim had never brought one to the shop before. This was lying open, a heavy lid pulled back and Matt could see padded leather inside. He also saw four hasps with big padlocks hung through them ready to lock the lid down. His cock jumped, and his imagination started to work. Perhaps this was why Jim needed a van?

They got into their normal morning routine – a hard hour of gym exercise and then a lovely shower together. Jess was getting tougher – he was up to 20 chin-ups now… His fitness was rapidly improving, his chest had expended and the muscles in his neck and arms now stood out framed by the heavy, thick black leather chest harness he wore locked on through the night and all day in the shop. He would now look really good in the window!

After the shower Matt lay back on the bench and Jess went to work rubbing him all over with affine oil – the tanned bulging muscles gleamed and shone in the spotlights and Jess lost his heart again to this sexy giant. The great chest stood with its ranks of muscle up the ribs and topped with strong pectorals. He worked the oil into the sweep of Matt’s neck and up to the fine stubble that was kept short to fit well under his hood.

He worked down the abdomen feeling the strong waves of muscle that led to a towering cock. Matt always got very hard as Jess was working on his body!

After the oiling he stood as Jess rubbed him over with a cloth to take off the excess. Matt sat and put his boots on – Jim had instructed him to use his usual pair of 20-hole black Grinder boots, heavy but really comfortable for extended wear. They gleamed, Jess had been busy! He was so proud of Matt’s boots and they always looked good.

‘Now to kit you up; we start with this’ said Jim ‘the harness – you are going to want to see this!’ The voice was from behind him and Jim came into sight with an armful of heavy leather straps. They started with the body – a wide belt around the narrow part of Matt’s waist tightened with three buckling belts. Another around the chest just under his pecs. They were joined by vertical straps that went over the shoulder and down each side of his front and back. A branch of padded straps went diagonally under his crotch and were obviously part of the load bearing leather when he was suspended. Matt wriggled and made sure these fitted well!

The shoulder straps then extended down the front and back of his legs and were joined by leather bands – round the top of his thighs, just above the knee, just under the knee and then a complicated set of straps that went round his ankles and under his boots like stirrups. Additional straps like cuffs were attached to the sides of the harness at chest, waist and thigh level – obviously for arms and wrist…

‘Now for the hoods’ Jim said and Matt jerked his hear around ‘Hoods! You mean more than one!’

Jim grinned and held out a soft rubber hood, anatomically shaped. Matt watched as Jim slowly pulled the zip up and displayed the inside. There were two orange pipes that obviously went up the nose and a complicated orange mouth gag; shaped to fill the mouth totally fitting around the lips and teeth with a soft socket for the tongue. There was also a pipe that extended forwards and disappeared into the mouthpiece – obviously a feeding tube.

Matt had seen one on the website of their supplier but so far never experienced the actual thing. He eyed the nose pipes warily. They were about 3 inches long.

‘They keep your airways clear’ said Jim. ‘Great for long term bondage. I’ve been trying them out and they really work well. Sting a bit going in but, hey, you’re a tough guy eh?’

Matt was not sure but the trust in Jim was embedded into his head and he nodded.

‘Push them in slowly’ Jim handed him the hood. Matt felt the soft, powdered rubber and aligned the hood inside out and slowly fed a pipe up each nostril. They did sting! His eyes watered a bit and he felt them push through the nose passageways until he felt them in the back of his throat. He had been breathing through his mouth. Jim said ‘OK, now close your mouth and try breathing through the pipes’.

Matt did, and, to his surprise, the air flowed smoothly and freely into his lungs.

‘I shipped this over from the Studio when the client specifically said he wanted not to be distracted by any sounds from the exhibit. Open up and get the gag settled and we will see how you feel’.

Matt opened his mouth and fitted the complex rubber gag into his mouth.

It went into his mouth and lined the roof, his tongue fitted into a soft sleeve and a ridge band round inside his teeth and another between them and his lips. It was surprisingly comfortable! The fine tube went in and he could feel the end extending into the back of his throat but not far enough to trigger any gag reflex.

He nodded at Jim who then gently pulled the hood over Matt’s head. Getting it settled he pushed the internal hair guard into place and slowly pulled the zip down. Matt felt the hood form itself to his head. Tight but not too tight. Like a second skin!

But there were no eye holes! He was in the dark already.

‘We will leave it at that for a few minutes to see how you get on’ said Jim. ‘Make your hand into a fist’ Matt heard. This was a common instruction and meant mitts. They were pulled on and Matt felt / heard the click of the padlocks as they were locked.

He then felt his right arm being moved to his side and he experienced the usual frisson of excitement as the straps were tightened just above his bicep and around his heavy forearm below the elbow. Then he felt straps pulling his mitted hand to the side of his thigh and realised that the mitts were not the ordinary ones but part of the restraints.

The same down his left arm and he knew that the bondage had started. His cock jumped to attention and grew to its usual full 6 inches…

Jess grasped him by the shoulders and steered him through into the shop where he was positioned under the hoist. Chains clipped onto steel rings on the shoulders and he rose a short way into the air.

‘Is it comfortable? Any bits too tight or too loose?’ Matt wondered how to say that it all felt fine. He nodded several times. The harness was really good, his weight was spread between the straps under his crotch, under his boots and the way it gripped his waist and chest holding his body up. Jim had got the complex web spot on.

‘Sure?’

He nodded again…

‘Next – we lock this dripping cock away!’. Now that was a bit of a surprise. Matt’s cock was always locked away but in his thick rubber bondage shorts. He felt Jim run his hand around his balls and gently pull them down. He felt cold steel and realised it was a steel ball pouch and that meant the expensive steel chastity set up. Jim had hosted the representative of Steelwerks a couple of months before and he had measured both Matt and Jess for different models from their range. Matt’s was an Alchemist. All made in shiny titanium it had a solid cock sheath and an attached solid ball case. In the end of the sheath was a urethral pipe that went into his cock, the end was sealed with a screw bung to control the flow. It all locked on very securely and meant no possible contact with his cock or balls – no chance of ‘cuming’ this weekend!

It also had a series of studs that could be screwed in to the head of the cock sheath that really punished when he got hard inside – which was all the time… Matt dearly hoped that Jim was not going to add them!

Jim put his head close to Matt’s and said ‘How is the hood? You OK? Comfortable?’

Matt nodded. He was breathing really easily, the mouth was a weird feeling but not uncomfortable, the hood itself was not too tight but clung to his head. Jim pushed the feeding tube into a bottle of water and told Matt to suck.

Gently sucking Matt found the water coming into the back of his mouth and he swallowed hastily. After the first shock at the way the liquid flowed he sucked again and got used to the experience. He was pleased. Much better than going thirsty for hours! And if they unscrewed his cock plug occasionally then all would be good…

Jim then held up Matt’s regular thick leather Sci fi hood. First, he ran the zip up on the rubber hood and pushed plugs into Matt’s ears. He carefully zipped it back down. Matt immediately felt the difference – all the sounds of the shop had gone. With the darkness of the eyeless hood he suddenly felt cut off – but a pair of thick arms grabbed him and hugged – he knew that Jess was still watching over him! Then the second hood was pulled on and settled into its usual place. The laces were pulled tight, the straps down each side of the head buckled on. The heavy collar then cinched up and a padlock secured the locking post. He was encased.

Matt breathed, slowly and carefully. He was trying to slow his racing heart. The air flowed easily into his nose though the pipes. He sucked on the mouth pipe and more air came in there too. He relaxed a little. And grinned to himself! His cock tried to get hard but filled the solid titanium sheath and could not go anywhere! Frustrating…

He could feel the inside of his beloved heavy hood through the thin rubber and it was reassuring. He wriggled and felt the harness hold him firmly; but he could twist a little and bend his body. Not total restraint.

Jim and Jess stood back and looked at their work. Hanging before them was the glowing, solid muscly body all encased in thick black leather straps. Arms secured down by his sides and the hands hidden in padded mitts. Strong legs ending in a heavy pair of black boots neatly laced in white and encased in the strap supports.

The boi’s head was locked into the familiar heavy studded leather helmet but with a thin tube hanging out of the mouth opening. Then finally Jim added a collar. Matt felt the heavy leather posture collar wrapping around his neck and holding his head securely and firmly. He did not then see four straps from the collar being further buckled onto the harness.

Jim handed Jess a bag full of padlocks and waved him forward. Jess started at the top and locked every one of the multiple buckles, collar, chest, stomach, legs, stirrups, down the arms and finally the straps around the boots.

Jim lifted Matt another foot off the ground with the winch and then slid the big black box across the floor until the open end was under Matt’s boots.

He pressed the ‘down’ button and Matt dropped in. Jim slowed the descent and pushed Matt in his stomach making him bend, bend as much as the leather would allow. He kept lowering until Matt was lying on his back in the box.

Jim then reached in and secured the legs, arms and neck to the base of the box with six more padlocks. Matt suddenly found he had lost all movement. He could not imagine what was happening. He suddenly remembered the box. He felt the padded base though his back. The mouth tube moved slightly and worked out that it was being fed through the side of the box. Then he felt a ‘thump’ as the lid closed and had to imagine the clicks of the last four padlocks.

Matt’s mind raced. He was in that early stage of a bondage session where the adrenalin was squirting into his blood stream, he wriggled and pulled but the padlocks held him rigid. He pushed against the base of the padded box. He tried to turn his head but the collar stubbornly held him facing upwards. He was alone. He felt more alone than he ever had before. Here he was, strapped and locked into a box that was going somewhere. He did not know where, how far, who would be there or what was going to happen.

Despite his trust for Jim he panicked. He struggled and pulled and shouted into his gag, the sound was loud in his head, but he knew it would not be penetrating the solid padded box. His heart thumping in his chest. But nothing happened. He still couldn’t move; the silence was still there. He fought it. He had to become calm. Jess would not let him come to harm – well real harm. He was NOT alone. It just felt like it.

Jim and Jess were looking at a laptop. It showed graphs for pulse and breathing. The harness had built in sensors for pulse. They saw the pulse jump to 170 beats and the breathing accelerate into a very fast ragged rhythm. That, they knew, meant shouting. A faint sound came from the feeding tube. After a minute Jess moved slowly to the box and pulled out the keys.

‘Stop!’ shouted Jim ‘He’s calming down.’ Jess shot over to look at the traces on the screen. The pulse rate was indeed dropping and was now down below 140 and falling. The breathing was more regular.

‘We will monitor him for half an hour and then get him on the road’ Jim said. ‘Get your T shirt and shorts on, I’m going to send you with him’.


To be continued…

Part 2

Matt felt his heart rate fall and managed to get his breath. He felt his body start to relax and was able to do that exploratory wriggle that bondage guys love. Just exploring the feelings, what he could move (virtually nothing) and what was holding him. As he was not wearing any kind of rubber or leather suit he could feel the multitude of straps tight around his body from the ‘full-body’ suspension harness. Strapped around his waist, chest, under his crotch, around his legs at 4 levels, his arms strapped to his sides and hands in the leather mitts that were also strapped to his upper legs. His boots held tight in the base straps of the harness. His head was resting in a ‘U’ shaped padded pillow and unable to turn. It was in an inner, tight, thin rubber hood that was moulded to the shape of his head with a latex full mouth gag, and he could still feel the slight soreness in his nostrils from pushing the air pipes through and round to the back of his throat.

Then he felt the comforting feeling of the heavy Sci Fi hood with its locked straps and collar over the top; the one he wore every day and night and was the centre of his kink life.

But on top of all this he could not move his body or limbs because of the straps that held him down onto the leather pad in the base of the locked back box. He knew it was locked as he had heard / felt the clicks as the four big padlocks along the top had engaged.

Jim and Jess watched the screen that showed the way his heart had returned to normal. At least what was normal for a very fit guy who was in bondage… They listened to his breathing and Jim started to grin as he heard the deep slow breaths replace the quick hyperventilation of a few moments ago. Matt had controlled his panic. Rare for him to have an attack but perhaps not a surprise as he lay strapped down and locked into the black padded box and was gagged and fully restrained, knowing he was about to be despatched to an unknown destination for a BDSM party that would last all weekend and he was to be on display and ready for ‘play’!

Jim pressed a button on the laptop and said, ‘Well done, you’re back in control’.

Matt had just about finished his exploratory wriggle and suddenly heard Jim’s voice in his head saying, ‘Well done, you’re back in control’. He jumped – well he tried to! Then he remembered the ear plugs that Jim had inserted before the final zipping down of the inner hood and realised that these were also earphones. He relaxed even more and thought through the implications of the comment. He was obviously being monitored. He was safe.

Jim and Jess watched the heart rate going even lower to an athlete’s resting level. Jess was always awed by the way Matt could relax in virtually any situation. Any moment now the hunk would drop off to sleep!

He did!

Jim was watching out for the van and it pulled up outside a few minutes later. Two guys jumped out and strode towards the door. They looked very alike. Tall with deep, strong chests and muscly shoulders; shown off by tight, leather polo shirts. Strong arms, the biceps and triceps bulging and moving with thick, corded forearms ending in big, strong hands. Narrow waisted with wide belts supporting bleached blue denim jeans, tight across the bubble butts, though closer inspection would reveal zips that ran from the back of their belts to the crotch. These ended mid – calf with a neat turnup and both had tall, white laced heavy boots.

The guy who led through the door had very short, bristly dark black hair and wore shiny black boots. His buddy was in well-polished burgundy coloured boots, his buzz cut hair showed he was a real red head and his fine, well-trimmed beard was as red as his head.

Apart from the hair and boots they were obviously identical twins.

What was a little unusual were the restraints, also colour coded deep red and black like the boots. Both wore heavy padded wrist cuffs with steel D rings, a closer look showed these to be padlocked on with small brass locks.

Both had heavy, rigid steel collars; over an inch thick and two inches high with a barrel lock built in at the front and resting on their bulky shoulder muscles. The collars were covered in tight stitched leather with steel securing lugs poking through at each side and with a thick steel ring on the front hanging from the lock.

Then your eyes went to their thick large nipples. They stood out through holes in the leather shirts, the edges of the holes stitched in white thread. They were pierced by the locking bar of a small shackle and the ‘D’ piece hung down. A steel chain ran from one side to the other outside the leather shirts.

The only other difference between them was that Red was gagged, a front locking red leather gag that went from below his nose to his chin and obviously held something firmly in his mouth.

They walked over to Jim, grinning, and embraced him. Jim was no light-weight, but these guys lifted him a foot off the ground as they hugged him close. Red reached over to Jess and tweaked his nipples. He then took a real grip and squeezed. Jess’ eyes crossed and he moaned. Red finished by twisting them and then released. He looked down and caught site of the bulge in Jess’ rubber shorts kick outwards as he went very hard, very quickly!

Black walked over to the big black locked box and whistled! He had never actually seen one before. He rattled the locks and tapped on the top and grinned when he got no reply.

‘Ready for us then Jim?’ he asked. He then added ‘We’ve been looking forwards to this ever since we came for the charity session the other week. Master wants ‘The guy in the hood’ to be a real surprise for the guests who are coming over this evening. They are all going to enjoy those muscles. Master’s been practicing on us these last few weeks! Going to be nice to have a weekend off! Red here made too much noise on the spanking bench as The Master used his collection of paddles and canes on his butt. You know how He is – likes a guy to take it and stay silent. So, Red got a butt coloured to match his leathers and the gag for a week! You know that sensitive spot he’s got on his left cheek? The Master was really working out exactly where it is! He said He’s going to get it marked with a red target if Red don’t learn to be quiet.’

‘Jess is coming with you’ said Jim; ‘he can keep the boy watered and drained over the weekend for you and has telemetry to watch for safety too with the hoods’. Jim wanted this part of Jess’ role to be clear and up front so there were no surprises or trouble later. “Here’s the key for him and the spare for Matt. You might want to let Jess out twice a day!

The brothers went over to the box and tried the weight. There was a steel handle near each corner and they hefted it between them. Even with 120 kilos of muscle and bone that was Matt inside these guys could manage easily. The smooth and natural way the two brothers moved, allowing for the 5-kilo weight of the solid steel around their necks showed that their heavy collars were a regular thing for them.

Red went outside and opened the back doors of the van and then slipped back into the shop. Between them they lifted the box and walked it out, sliding it in to the back. Red jumped in with it and roped the box to rings on the sides of the van making it secure for the journey. Jess just stood and watched, enjoying seeing the big man twisting and moving as he worked. A young lad jogged past and Jess saw his eyes widen and his head turn to take a real good look at what was going on.

Jim had a large, sealed cardboard box ready on the counter. ‘This is all the extra toys that your Master also asked for’ he said and grinned at the twins. ‘I am sure that you will get to know them too! Had to send to the UK for one of the paddles but that’s in the lid of Matt’s box, it is too big for this package…’

Black grimaced and lifted it easily and slipped it into the back of the van with Matt.

Jess picked up the iPad that was monitoring Matt along with his bag of bits and pieces and they climbed into the cab. Jess sitting between the two big guys. With his cheerful grin, broad chest buckled into it’s leather harness and the black, locked rubber shorts above his own white laced boots he fitted in just fine! Black passed Jess a pair of padlocks and said ‘Just lock his wrists to his collar boi. The master wants him to be uncomfortable as we drive’. Red sighed through his gag, pulled on his seat belt and then raised his arms, holding the wrist restraints up to the steel lug on each side of the heavy collar. Right wrist to the left side and left to right side. With his biceps this was a tight fit across his chest. Jess wriggled round, feeling the muscles, he had to pull the arms tight to get the lock in place on each side and click them shut. Red grunted again as the pressure went onto his shoulders. Black then passed Jess a steel weight and another lock and gestured for him to add this to the chain between Red’s tits. The grunt from Red became louder and Black laughed. ‘You need to keep quiet brother, or you will be in even deeper shit!’

Matt woke from his doze as he heard the locks on the top of the box rattling and then a firm knock on the top. Good, things were happening. A little while later he felt the box rise and movement. Then he felt the bottom underneath him slide over a steel surface and all was still again. Time passed. He was obviously now loaded and he felt the van pull away. He thought about the stories of people following a journey in their head and knowing where they were. Bollocks to that. He knew he was moving with turns and acceleration. He could also tell that they were climbing into the hills behind the city. By chance the box had been loaded with him feet first and he could feel the gradient and the twisting turns of a mountain road.

Jess watched the scenery as the van headed for the Master’s farm. He had heard about this place before but never seen it. The stories told of dungeons fitted with every piece of ‘furniture’ you could want! Cages, tables, wheels, a pair of St Andrews crosses. He now knew why there was a pair of course! The brothers would account for that! The van pulled up at a high fence with a heavy gate. Black dropped his window and punched in a code. The gate swung open and they moved on up a track between the trees.

The van turned a corner and stopped in a courtyard by a large house with a range of barns. Standing on the porch by the door was a man in full leathers. Heavy belted jacket over leather shirt and tie with matching pants and tall boots. His head crowned by a cap. He was holding a cane. As they pulled up he slipped this into his right boot and walked over. Jess recognised him from the shop. He had been at the challenge this year when Matt had won and become the house ‘Boi’.

On instructions from Black Jess released Red’s seatbelt. Red climbed from the van, still with his arms up tight to his neck and the weight bouncing off his chest.

Jess climbed out of the van after the brothers and saw them do a small bow. He did the same and said ‘Hi Sir, I’m Jess from the store here to look after your exhibit and keep it fresh for you!’

The Master had a deep bass voice. ‘Get him over into the main dungeon, boys and we can get him set up. The first guests are due soon’. He strode over to the barn and took out a bunch of keys. Unlocking a large padlock he swung a the big door open and turned to the brothers. ‘Jump to it boys!’. Black walked to his brother and released his arms getting a nod of appreciation from his Master.

He turned to Jess and said ‘I’ve known Jim for a long while and I’ve seen you minding the shop. You have been bulking up recently though, nice job! I like a bit of muscle on my boi! If you have any trouble just let me know but otherwise keep in the background. We might give you a little fun later too’ he added and grinned. Jess thought the grin looked particularly cold! ‘The boys can give you a tour when they’ve finished their chores.’

The brothers pulled the box out and lifted it easily between them and walked though into the dimly lit barn. Jess followed with the Master. It was dim because the walls, floor and ceiling were black. Red clicked on some lights. Spots shone onto a whole forest of sights that made jess’ heart miss a beat.

On one wall was a central black leather wheel with its straps to hold a guy as he was spun round; a pair of standing cages, one on each side of this; the pair of flogging crosses were next in a corner, so they were at right angles to each other next. Around the big room were wooden standing stocks, flogging benches, a frame on wheels like the one in the shop that would hold a boy in its rigid grip. Opposite the door was a large leather chair like a throne. Facing it was a pair of bondage chairs. In another corner there was a pair of standing cages at right angles to each other. Next to them was a pair of leather covered tables.

The twins obviously had an interesting life Jess thought.

Racks on the walls held what seemed like hundreds of steel restraints and chains, a whole wall of whips and paddles, and a glass fronted cabinet holding more hoods than Jess had ever seen in one place. Opposite this was a hanging rack with a range of leather and canvas Strait Jackets, Sleepsacks and other gear.

In the centre was a hoist with a chain. The brothers set the box down underneath it and stepped back. Black reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys. He looked at his Master who waved him to carry on.

Matt noticed that the van was being driven very considerately, he was not being thrown around and there was no danger of travel sickness; something that had been on the back of his mind. He felt the van stop and then start off again but slowly and turning a lot, then they stopped. Perhaps they had arrived. His heart rate went up in expectation. There was a wait and then he felt the box being lifted and carried. A thump as it was set on the floor. Then he felt fresh air on his body! The lid was open. His cock tried to go hard but couldn’t in the chastity device! He knew people were looking at him, but he could not see it. That always made him hard! He pulled all of his muscles tight to make sure the show was as good as he could to help Jim get reports from the client. And he loved to show off!

The Master and his boys looked down into the box. They saw a big man with a large chest and strong arms. It was one of those physiques that is all curvy muscles; a thick neck, curved muscled shoulders, arms with corded forearms and big bi and triceps. The mountain of a chest dropped to a clear 6 pack abdomen.

His head was hidden in a black leather hood and the body covered in a complex leather harness! Black reached in and freed the straps that held the man down onto the padded base of the box. Meanwhile Red clipped the chains from the hoist to the ‘D’ rings on Matt’s shoulders and pressed the button on the control. As Black helped to support him Matt rose out of the box and stopped about 2 feet off the ground, swinging slightly. The Master walked over and gripped Matts nipples in a strong grip. Matt’s muscles all tensed. After a quick twist the hands dropped back, and Matt relaxed slightly. Then the Master moved his gloved hands all over Matts body, feeling the muscles, tracing the lines of his 6 pack, then he ran them over the tight mounds of muscle that was Matts butt and then gave each side a good hard slap!

Matt felt the shoulders of his harness start to lift and was happy that he was supported as he moved upright; then he was swinging slightly. He felt his weight settle onto the straps under his groin and the straps under his boots. It was all good and tight and felt fine; great.

Then PAIN as his tits were squeezed, hard! Then twisted and released. Fuck, he was going to have to get used to this! The gentle feeling of leather gloved hands moving over his body sent shivers through him. He loved this. Not able to see of hear what or who was touching him. It left everything to his imagination though he knew Jess would fill him in later. Then he jumped again as the hands gave his butt a good hard spank.

Red walked to a wall switch and turned on a set of spotlights that bathed the exhibit in soft light making the work jess had done earlier with the oil shine and glow.

The Master then turned to the Boys ‘Cages Boys NOW! I can hear the guests coming’. Both men ran to the tall, black steel standing cages in the corner and stepped in.

He called to jess – ‘OK boi, lock ‘em up. Wrists, boots and necks.’

Jess ran after the Boys and saw that each cage was set up with padlocks at the sides that he snapped shut onto the wrist restraints of the guys and short chains that locked to their heavy collars. The Boys automatically pushed their boots apart and Jess could lock them in place. He finished by shutting the cage doors and locking them with heavy brass locks.

He stepped back to enjoy the view. Tall, heavily muscled skinhead men securely locked into cages and restrained. They looked back at him and grinned. They knew they looked good! They just had to twist and look at each other to see! The Master walked over and picked up a couple of weights from a side table and hung them from the chains between the Boy’s tit rings. Neither man made a sound and the Master nodded his head.

He turned and walked to the door as a crowd of newcomers came in. Jess was dazzled. A mixture of all types. Leather men dressed like the Master. A couple of big bear bikers. A huge guy dressed in army camouflage. With each was his sub / slave / boi. Some were like the Boys in skinhead gear. Some wearing rubber suits. Some in leather. But all were hooded and being led by a lead from their collar. The masters gathered around the floodlit display and clapped! They loved it and most recognised Matt from the store as ‘the guy with the hood’. They looked at his tattoos and grinned. His back was marked with FLOG on one side and HERE on the other marking the big pads of the shoulder muscles and on his butt was CROP HERE on one side and PADDLE HERE on the other with coloured target circles. Many had seen pictures of these tattoos online but here it was in front of them!

The Master walk over and called ‘Go ahead! He’s all your to feel and play with. Just the House rules that apply here to everyone – no lasting marks, no drugs, no blood. Let’s all play safe!’

‘Now have a good look around and plan your sessions for your bois. We need them restrained and a little stressed soon so I can set up the first challenge for my Boys!’

Black and Red looked at each other – what challenge! They were expecting a weekend off!

The Master took Jess to one side ‘Really glad you are here boi, I would like you to act as my Alpha and take over setting up the scenes I have in mind.’ He then told Jess what he needed for the first challenge. Jess grinned to himself. He was getting really hard in his shorts.

Throughout the barn the crowd was sorting itself out. The masters were restraining their bois. They were making full use of the racks of leather and metal restraints; the equipment of all kinds was being used. One was strapping his rubber suited slave to the wheel. Spread-eagled with straps holding him tight, gripping the hand holds and his boots locked to small footrests. His master then applied a pair of titclamps amnd hung a chain and weight from them. To check him out for tightness the master span it over, leaving the slave head down in his hood. The weight dropped as he went over and fell until it pulled up on the tit chain again! This was repeated a couple of times as the master chuckled.

Another was using the spanking bench. His boi bent over and locked into place with his head down. He was wearing a rubber suit that left his butt bare and the rack of paddles and canes nearby was obviously going to be used!

One husky boi was being strapped into a heavy leather Strait jacket. Another was locked to one of the St Andrews’ Crosses. He had been stripped, Jess watched as his master forced him onto his toes and locked his wrist restraints to the top of the arms of the frame. He then pushed the bois legs apart, making him strain even further and locked his boots to a steel bar. He reached between his bois legs and grasped a heavy steel ball weight that was hanging loose. He gave it a sharp tug and then clipped a chain and weight to it, adding to the load the balls were already carrying.

Jess realised that this was being done with very little sound from the bottoms. Obviously under each hood was a gag!

Obviously too, the Master’s preference for quiet acceptance was being acknowledged and the rest of the party was following suit.

Jess moved over to the cages holding the twins and grinned at them. They were watching the group enjoying themselves with all of the kit in the barn. Red still had his gag in place, Jess reached in and pushed a similar gag into Blacks mouth. It was a large 3-inch-long rubber penis gag that Jess new he would have struggled to hold without struggling and gagging. Black seemed to manage but was obviously surprised. Jess did up the straps that were also then locked in place with a small padlock at the front.

He took the keys, working through the locks he finally opened the cage door and moved to pull Black from his cage. Grasping his tit chain, he led Black over to a leather covered table and told him to get up. He nipped over to a rack and came back with a forged steel wrist / ankle bar. Black raised his eyebrows and looked over to his Master who nodded at him. Black then sat and pushed his wrists forward between his legs. Jess opened the bar with its hex key and pushed Black’s boots apart. The bar was oversized and fitted over Blacks boots and also fitted over his wrists above the leather restraints. This made Black lean forward so his back was bent forwards. He quietly grunted. Just a bit and just so Jess could hear.

Jess then went back and freed Red. He was towed by his chain over to another table, this one had a steel bar sticking up in the middle. It was about a foot high and had another bar welded to it from the top, so it looked like an ‘L’ shape. Red knew what to do. He climbed onto the table and lay on his belly. He slid down until the steel bar rose between the tops of his bleacher clad thighs. Jess strapped a pair of leather restraints over the red boots and pulled them back until he could lock them to the pillar. Then he heaved Red up and locked the red leather wrist restraints to the end of the steel ‘L’. As he stepped back Red was left in a particularly tight and tough hogtie. The weight of Red’s heavy collar was pulling his head down as his arms pulled his shoulders off the leather padded bench, arching his back.

Jess had set them up so Black was sitting facing the table where Red was hogtied tight. Each was able to look up into his brother’s eyes.

The Master called out ‘Gather round guys!’. He was soon surrounded by the group of masters who looked on grinning at the scene. ‘While you have your first scenes with your bois these two have to tough it out between them to see who wins. The first one to call halt, who can’t take the bondage any further, loses. The winner gets to go back in his cage for a bit to recover. The loser is put into his brother’s predicament for exactly the same time that elapses before the halt was called. So, they really will NOT want to be the one who gives in first!’

‘The longer they hold out, the longer the loser has to endure the second bondage’.

Black and Red looked at each other – this was new. Trouble is that both were fit and tough, and also masochists. Both of their cocks were getting really hard as the strain started to pull on their arms and make their backs ache. They looked into their brothers’ eyes and grinned at each other.

The crowd dispersed for the moment and various scenes started – some with the many impact tools that came to hand, crops, paddles and whips. The guy on the spanking bench was obviously in the hands of a master at the art. He was taken from enjoying light switches with a crop and worked up in stages through the full range of canes to full strength impacts with a heavy leather paddle. He was wriggling and sweating and – very quietly – moaning into his gag as his butt went through pink to red and then blue with deep black welts across it.

The wheel was turning and the boi strapped on as flinching each time as the weight thumped down tugging at his tits. He was also being given a lesson in Estim that had him twitching and – also quietly – squealing.

One boi was strapped into a bondage chair. He was wearing a gas mask; the inlet hose was linked to a set of valves. His air supply could be set to pull through a range of bubbler bottles that had been filled with different poppers. Or linked to a rebreather bladder. Jess was glad this one was not him; he was not fond of breath control. Especially not to this level!

Meanwhile the brothers looked into each other’s eyes and grinned.

Jess went over to Matt and rubbed his hands over his lovers body. Then tweaked his nipples lie he did every morning. He held up the little microphone and said ‘You OK buddy? Put your boots together if you need anything. One waggle is yes! You need a pee?’ The boots waggled. Jess went to his bag and pulled out a funnel and bottle. Putting them in place under Matt’s locked cock he said ‘OK let go now’.

Matt jerked from a near trance like state of sensory deprivation and felt hands smoothly running over his body. He immediately recognised his lover. Especially when his tits were tweaked in the way they were every morning. He heard Jess ask if he needed a pee and was vastly relieved, the pressure in his bladder had been rising and he was about to get a bit desperate. Hearing the OK he released his hold and let out a long stream of piss. Then he felt the pipe from his mouth being moved and sucked in a welcome bottle of chilled water. He felt better. He could now last a good long time. He wondered what was happening around him?

Meanwhile the brothers looked into each other’s eyes and grinned.

Then the Master come over to Matt and had a good feel of the had bubble butt. ‘Time to warm this up a bit’ he said to Jess. ‘Bring that box over that Jim sent!’

Jess had packed the box the day before and knew what was inside. He grinned and realised that Matt would not be dozing for long…

Meanwhile the Master collected a few other floggers from the rack on the wall and set them out on a table. He started with gentle flicks of a small leather switch. Using this he worked Matts butt gently getting him ready.

Matt suddenly felt his butt being switched with a series of light strokes with a flogger. He felt it warm and knew that his main show had begun.

The Master slowly worked up the strength of the impact with this little whip until he was giving it a god hard swipe. Matt was not yet visibly reacting.

He moved to a heavy rubber flogger that was about a foot long and started again. This time as he worked up the power Matt began to twitch and wriggle slightly.

The next one came as a surprise to Matt. It had wooden balls stitched into the flogger strands and Matt was moving and twisting very quickly. They left lines of red dots wherever they fell.

Matt had never felt this before. Each stroke of this latest flogger sent lines of agony running across his butt as the wooden balls left small but deep bruises. He could not imagine what the fuck it was! He was letting the flood of pain flow through him – he tried to focus it into his groin as Jim had taught him to but it was difficult as the bloody thing stung like nothing else! And his cock was locked away and the spikes in the chastity device were making themselves felt as his cock strained inside trying to get bigger and bigger…

The Master stepped back and said to Jess – ‘He can really take it eh? He’s not made a sound or wriggled much yet!’ Jess thought of the inner hood with its gag and quietly chuckled.

He knew Matt so well and was confident his lover was loving both the attention and the way he was unable to see, hear or know who or what was playing with him. By this time the Master had a good audience. Not only the other masters but also the Boys who were looking out of the corner of their eyes and feeling every stroke with Matt. It distracted them a bit from the growing aches as their backs, legs and arms were beginning to cramp.

The Master reached into the box and pulled out a heavy, thick wooden paddle that had a rubber boot sole attached to one side. He laughed and took a trial swipe into his thigh.

Matt felt a new sensation. His butt was being stroked with a rough surface. It went in circles and he realised that this was being massaged over the target circles on his butt. Fuck.

The Master pulled the paddle back and took a heavy stroke that landed exactly in the centre of the right butt target. Then he repeated this on the left. Switching between them he built up the power until he was giving it everything his right arm could do. By this time Matt was wriggling and twisting. When the last two strokes landed his back spasmed and he was wrenching his arms in the straps that held them firmly by his sides, his fists clenched in the padded mitts.

The Master stopped to let him recover.

He asked jess to collect the special item that Jim had hidden in the top of the box. Jess slipped away and hauled up the lid. In a pair of clips was a cricket bat. Sent from England specially to order. He passed it to the Master. Then stepped over to Matt and gently rubbed his butt. Massaging it a bit to get the blood moving. Knowing that this would sting he spoke into the mike ‘You OK buddy? Ready for the finale?’

After the fire and lightening of the rubber sole paddle Matt breathed and tried to get his heart rate back down. The searing pain had travelled from his butt through him and ending up in his groin as an explosion of pain. His brain had almost closed down as the pain / pleasure poured through. Then it stopped. He felt the delicate caress of the gentle hands of his lover stroking his butt. He heard the question if he was ready for the finale. What finale! Fuck, more! He took a deep breath and twitched his boot toes. Yes.

The Master took the bat and gave it a couple of practice swipes. It whistled through the air. Jess thought of something and suggested it to the Master who grinned. Jess held the microphone out and the Master swiped the bat past it, so the whistle was sent into the ear buds of the hunk hanging in the barn.

Matt heard the ear buds click on and then heard the whistle of something swishing through the air. He felt the blood leave his face as he realised what he was hearing.

The Master stood back and took his stance then released, bringing the flat wood of the bat right across both of Matts bubble butt cheeks. He saw the hunk twist and jerk as he absorbed the impact on both of the target circles together.

The Boys in their bondage almost felt the impact too. They knew that, sooner or later, it would be them on the spanking bench and feeling that bat.

Meanwhile the Master leaned back and roared as his hard cock spasmed and cum flooded out into his leathers!

To be continued….

Part 3

Jess looked around the big barn dungeon. All around there were scenes of bondage and BDSM. Men indulging in ‘leather sex’ of all kinds.

On one side a guy was strapped to a wheel being tortured by electrical shocks, applied to pads placed on the muscles of his legs and arms, he had ring contacts on his cock and a pair of polar clamps passing current through his tits.

Other guys were being flogged and whipped on a pair of St. Andrews crosses. Scenes in all directions.

In the middle of the wide space there were two matching leather covered tables. On one a heavily built black haired man in black boots was locked into a steel ankle and wrist bar. His head, wrapped with a black leather gag, was writhing from side to side.

On the other a similar man but red haired and in red boots and a red leather gag was in a tight, tough hog tie. He was looking up into the eyes of his black haired twin brother and Jess could see that under his gag he was grinning. A leather Master stood and watched his Boys, waiting to see which would crack and submit first. The first to call halt would be put into the other bondage for the same time again – a real incentive to tough it out. The other would be rewarded, though they did not know how….

Next to them he could see his lover Matt. Suspended over the pair of writhing brothers was a musclebound hunk. His perfect, to Jess, body was framed by a network of straps and leather belts that supported him. His head wrapped in a heavy leather Sci Fi hood, one known by his many admirers and his signature that made him the ‘Man in the Hood’! Under this thick leather hood with its straps and blindfold pads was another thin rubber hood with nose pipes to help ensure breathing, they went up his nose and down into the back of his throat giving a clear passageway, this was so key because matched to it was a full, mouth filling gag. His arms were strapped to his sides and his hands secured into leather mitts that were strapped to the side of his legs. Then Jess noticed his boots. They were waggling to and fro; this was their private signal to ask for help. Something was wrong. Jess picked up his microphone and activated it. The link to the buds in Matts ears activated.

Matt heard the click as the earbud speakers come active. Thank fuck for that, Jess had seen his signal. During the massive spanking he had just endured he had been breathing so hard and shaking so much that the pipes in his nose had shifted and torn the lining of his nose. He could feel blood dripping down and running down the inside of the rubber hood. He hated to ask for help but this was serious. Also, it fucking hurt! Real pain, not the sexual driving agony that was radiating from his sore butt!

Jess spoke clearly into the mike ‘Do you need help?’ he asked. The toes of the boots tapped together once.

One for yes, two for no. Their code.

“Can you breathe OK?” Tap. OK so what was wrong? Was it to do with the spanking scene that the Master has just finished?

‘The spanking? Too much?” Tap tap. OK, that’s a relief. It had been so hard that Jess was worried for Matt. So something else.

“Your hoods?” Tap. OK, Jess thought hard and fast.

“You need out?” Tap

“Problem with your gag?” Tap tap.

“Problem with your nose pipes?” tap.

“Right now urgent?” Tap tap “or a few minutes time?” Tap.

“OK, on it!”

Jess walked over to the Master, sorry to break into his focused attention on the Bondage Boys.

“Sir, there is a problem with Matt, something wrong with his inner hood and he’s asking for help. I would like to get him down and check it out.” The Master switched his focus to Jess and immediately nodded. “Let’s get him down and into the back room so you can sort it fast.” He gave a loud shout “HALT.” Around him the other leather-clad Masters stopped what they were doing and looked over. “I need your help to carry our hooded boy through to the back room quickly,” he called, and the guys came over. He set them up as a row in pairs, linking their arms over their partners shoulders. The Master then picked up the winch remote and pressed the down button. As Matt dropped the masters took the weight onto their shoulders.

Matt suddenly felt his boots contact on something and then realised he was being lowered; he could feel leather on the skin of his legs and back. Then he realised he was being carried – just like a coffin at a funeral, on the shoulders of 8 guys. Relief flooded through him.

The Master led them through a door into another room in which there was a bed. The guys carefully transferred their burden onto this and then stood back.

Jess thanked them and said he would be OK and would report asap. They moved back into the main dungeon and the Master followed, closing the door. Jess pulled the keys from his pack and started by removing the padlock from the neck of the leather hood then released the straps. After loosening the lacing he worked it free of Matt’s head. Underneath was the tight thin rubber hood, the mouth showing the red rubber of the built-in gag and red pipes diving into each nostril. Jess quickly ran the zip up the back of the hood and turned it inside out over the front of Matts face. The gag came out and Jess could see a little blood dripping from Matt’s nostrils.

“Thank you, lover.” said Matt and he looked into Jess’ eyes. “Take them out very slowly please, I can feel that I am bleeding.”

Jess pulled gently, and the red nose pipes started to come free. “Ahhhh fuck that hurts” said Matt through gritted teeth. Then they came free and a little more blood came with them. Jess mopped it up with a tissue and looked into Matt’s eyes. “What happened?” Matt told him about the way the pipes had wrenched at the lining of his nostrils where they had become stuck, as he had been struggling during the spanking session.

“What now? You going to be OK to continue?’ asked Jess. Matt explored his body, he was a little stiff from the bondage and just moving a bit was helping a lot. He was also feeling the way his butt was sending pain signals after the spanking!

“Give it a few minutes for the bleeding to stop. Perhaps a drink and a pee. Then we should get me back in there but without the rubber hood!” he answered.

Jess went for a bottle of water and another of a thick protein shake. As Matt was still strapped with full mitts on Jess fed him with the drinks. Then he got a funnel and a large bottle and held them under Matt’s Chastity locked cock. With a sigh of relief Matt let himself go and the pee flowed. Lots of pee. He had been ready for that!

“This will make a great donation to the urinal” joked Jess and went through into the main dungeon holding the warm, full bottle. On the far side was a shiny black and yellow figure. There was a leather board at a 45-degree angle. Roped to it was a well-filled rubber sleepsack, its lacing, yellow cord, pulled tight to show a large, muscly guy. It was black with yellow stripes that highlighted the guys body and PISS was written across the forehead of the integral hood, also in yellow. A yellow funnel gag as strapped firmly to his head and the hose went to a gag that was firmly in place. The zip was open at the crotch and the guy’s cock was standing very straight out between the yellow lacing, hard enough for the veins to stand out! From the end was the pipe of a catheter which led into a collection bucket.

Jess checked with the urinal’s Master and then steadily poured the warm donation into the funnel. The urinal had to gulp the flow down quickly and moaned. Jess thought it was with pleasure. Hopefully! Never mind.

The Urinal jerked awake as another surge of warm piss squirted into the back of his mouth. He gulped and swallowed quickly keeping pace with the flow. He remembered earlier in the day, pulling up at the house on his bike. The Master had instructed him to arrive early so he could be set up and ready to service the first arrivals. He had enjoyed the ride in his black leathers and his 20-hole black boots and their yellow laces. He was proud of his kink and had his name – Urinal – across the back of his jacket. He had brought his own kit and carried it into the barn in a leather stuff sack and called out to the brothers, Red and Blackie. They took him over to one side of the dungeon where a padded bondage board had been set up. He slipped out of his thick leather jacket and bent to unlace his boots. Meanwhile Red had been delving into the stuff sack and pulled out a rubber sleepsack and a hood.

Soon the Urinal was stripped and ready to climb in. The Boys were enjoying the view of the tall, broad-shouldered guy grinning at them. Urinal was very excited, it was not often he got the chance to serve such a good group of guys! The Boys pulled the thick rubber hood over his head. It was a Studio Gum isolation hood with 5mm thick black rubber, zipping closed down the back and with just nose holes and a large mouth opening. Urinal had felt himself being moved over to the angled board where his sack was ready. He climbed in getting his feet into the bottom of the bag. The brothers the pulled the rubber up and helped him feed his arms into the sleeves. Then they pulled the main zip up all the way to the neck and pulled the neck tight around the base of the hood. Red then pulled up the secondary zips so they could open up the crotch while his brother started to lace it tight. He pulled the yellow cord through the top two D rings and worked his way down.

Urinal felt a shiver down his spine as he felt the cord being pulled through the rings – it is a unique sound / sensation. Blackie laced all the way down and then started to get it nice and tight! The custom sack had wide shoulders and he pulled it good and tight round the mountain of a chest, the muscles in Urinals arms were shown well by the tight rubber. The sack shape angled in to highlight a narrow waist and back out over bulky thighs. His name – Urinal – was written down each arm in his beloved yellow. Then he felt the vibration again and realised that Blackie was roping the sides of the sack to the bondage board. He wriggled and found that the sack was tight, the rubber pulling and stretching and gripping him firmly. He relaxed and felt his mind open to accept whatever came next.

Meanwhile Red had opened the middle of the sack and Urinal felt his cock being pulled out; it was already hard, and this handling made him even harder. He loved the feeling that he was no longer in charge! Red was an expert at the next step and Urinal felt a catheter being fed down his hard cock. The whole experience was exciting him and he had to hold back from complicating things by cuming!

The last step was his piss gag. Urinal heard one of the Boys call ‘Open up!’ and felt the 3in long penis gag being pushed into his mouth. He loved this thing and felt it push down his tongue and fill his mouth.

He moaned at them and was rewarded by a warm stream squirting down his throat. The day had started!

On returning to Matt, Jess gave him as good a massage as he could with the straps of the harness in the way. He popped the ear buds back in and then pulled the Sci Fi hood back on, laced it up and tightened the many straps. Finally, he tightened the collar and slipped the padlock back through the hasp. “Keep it quiet, remember the client hates to hear much from the subs and slaves.” Jess whispered.

OK, thought Matt. Back on duty. He felt the guys lift him back up and he was carried back through into the big dungeon. He realised, suddenly and with surprise that he was actually seeing it! Jess had left off the blindfold. It was an amazing sight and he now understood the very small amount he had heard. As the winch whirled and he rose back he was spinning a bit, so he saw the whole place; multiple BDSM scenes going on around him and two big tough guys in challenging bondage in front of where he settled.

Jess and the Master inspected their exhibit, Master ran his hands over the red and purple butt feeling the strong muscles with ridges of bruising across them. He grinned knowing he would be back for another go soon! “He earned the reward of seeing the fun,” he said to Jess. “Nose OK? Is he ready for more fun?” Jess confirmed that Matt was happy to continue and the Master chuckled and picked up his paddle.

Sitting on his pedestal Blackie was gritting his teeth as his back spasmed again. The bent over position that the ankle/wrist bondage bar forced was tough on a big guy. He looked into his brother’s eyes in front of him and saw that Red was still grinning at him. His hogtie was not stressing him nearly as much. The brothers had used a hog tie on each other nearly every night in their youth and were very used to the position, even such a tight one that the Master had managed with Red earlier. Blackie looked at the curve of Red’s back and though that it would feel great to stretch back out after this torture!

He called ‘red’ indicating that he was admitting defeat in the challenge. He was never going to win this one and had held out long enough for his pride not to be too dented. The Master waved Jess over to release the struggling man. At the same time, he released the padlocks holding Red into his position. Red groaned as he rolled off the bench and stood up. He received a sharp smack on the butt from his Master. “Quiet boy!” he said. Blackie stood and stretched his back then looked at the Master who pointed at the vacant Hog Tie table. He climbed on, lay on his front and was quickly placed into the tight, restrictive position that Red had been suffering. “You gave in too soon” the Master said. “I’m doubling the time. That should stretch your back nicely!” Blackie’s eyes went wide but he managed to keep silence.

The Master led Red and Jess over to the complex bondage frame that he had borrowed from Jim. “Your reward – an hour on here with all the toys running!” Red was stunned. He had seen it running at the store. The twin fuck machines pumping into the ass and mouth, the tit clamps being pulled and tugged, the ball stretcher pulling and shocking the balls, the cock sucking pump extracting load after load from Matt who had been the demo boy at the time. His grin widened, and he climbed up onto the frame, resting his belly on the padded support and putting his face into the headrest. Jess quickly tightened the straps holding Red’s wrists, biceps, thighs and ankles to their padded rests. He pulled the wide waist belt over and hauled that tight too. There was a neck clamp that he swung into place and locked and a strap that ran over Red’s head holding him firmly in place. He stepped back and looked at the display with excitement.

Red made a great picture. His tough body restrained completely onto the frame and ready for anything the Master wanted! Jess was gathering an audience as he worked his way through all of the tools attached and the Master felt his cock leap hard again, partly with expectation.

Jess released the padlocks and zips on Red’s rubber shorts. His cock and balls fell free and it was obvious that Red had been enjoying his day so far! Jess clamped a steel stretcher round the ball sack and hooked the steel cable onto the loops on the side. The Master was holding the remote and activated this first toy and the cable came taut. Jess picked up the tit clamps on their cables and slipped them onto Red’s nipples causing him to flinch and take a sharp breath. Jess adjusted the power of the clamps to make sure that they stayed on as the Master activated that cable too. Red wriggled even more but kept quiet.

“Good, you are learning,” said the Master.

Jess moved to his next task – he slipped the suction cylinder over Red’s engorged and hard cock, attaching it with a waist strap. The Master grinned as he tried this one out and settled it into a slow rhythm.

Next Jess unlocked the back zip on the rubber shorts and slowly pulled it down. He lubed his finger and began to loosen Red’s ass getting it ready for the next toy. He personally called this Vlad the Impaler! He swung Vlad into place and saw that the Master had already fixed on a large, long, ribbed butt plug. Covering this in lube he pushed Vlad forward on the mounting and gently inserted it into Red’s ass. He slowly worked the mechanism and checked that it stayed in for the full cycle and finally added more lube.

This gave the Master another toy to play with, and Vlad began to move. Every muscle in Red’s body was now standing out as his brain was starting to overload on the wonderful sensations.

Next Jess went to Reds head and moved the second Impaler up feeding the softer dildo into Red’s mouth. The Master activated that one and Red felt the long, ribbed dong pumping in and out of his mouth. He could see everything on the small monitor that showed the feed from a series of small cameras.

This was everything he had seen before at the shop and he shuddered at the thought that he was going to have this cascade of feelings for an hour! How many times would he ‘cum’ he wondered? He knew it would not stop the Master when he did!

The Master turned off the cameras and called Jess over. He pointed him at a large packing case that stood to one side. On opening it Jess found two spanking machines, ready set up with heavy, wide wooden paddles and clamps to attach the unit to the frame! He lifted one out and moved over to the throbbing frame. He could see where it fitted and slipped it in place. The thick, wide paddle stood up directly in line with Red’s left buttock! He attached the second unit, so it was targeted at the right buttock.

Matt thought ‘Holy Fuck’ as he saw the new additional ‘extras’ being clamped onto the frame and chuckled to himself. Red was about to get the shock of his life! He could see the tough guy wriggling with pleasure as he felt the combined effects of the pump, the sensations coming from twin Vlad Impalers and the shocks and tugs that he was getting into his tits and balls. It was obvious that he thought this was his reward…

Matt saw the evil grin on the Master’s face as he flipped the control and the paddling machines pulled back.

Red’s mind exploded. His left butt had taken a firm, hard smack. Then his right buttock felt the same hard impact. At the same time he felt Vlad speed up and his prostate flooded him with pleasure. The Estim on his tits went up a gear and it felt like they were being pierced. Then the impacts repeated. He was overwhelmed by the contrast of the pleasure coming from all directions in his body and the pain flooding from his bubble butt!

He spasmed all over and a huge load shot from his cock. But nothing stopped. The cameras came on again on his monitor and he could see the new additions to the frame pulling back and then triggering forwards. As he saw them hit his butt he felt the nerves flood him again and he saw stars before his eyes.

An hour of this?

As the session drew to a close the men lowered Matt back into his box and Jess secured it for the trip back to the shop. Matt felt his butt throbbing like never before…

Matt was thinking that Jim would want to demo the new ‘extras’ to the frame soon and was not sure he was looking forward to it.

Blackie and Red stood side by side in their cages. Red was sobbing gently from relief that his reward had ended.

The Master was rubbing his hands together at the success of his latest Bondage party!

The Urinal was taking a lot of flow as the guys had a last-minute piss before taking to the road!

Steellock 2020