Sunday, March 27, 2011

More Discoveries

Read Parts I and II before proceeding!

After posting the original parts at Eckie's website (see below for a complete review of his site) and having the story read by over a thousand people in 3 days, receiving a great number of 5-star reviews, lots of great comments, and some wonderful encouraging e-mails, I got right to work on the continuation. Hope you enjoy. I sure as hell left the door open for Further Discoveries! (LOL....I just realized these titles are sounding a helluva lot like the "Tales of the City" saga.)

MORE DISCOVERIES

SirJay and dk didn't play again that night. They both had heavy work schedules for the rest of the week but a date was made for Friday night. SirJay had asked dk to come over at 7:00 that night ready for more adventures in the dungeon. He'd also told dk to not masturbate for the rest of the week. dk wasn't so sure he could manage that since he typically jerked off at least 2 or 3 times a day, but for SirJay he wanted very much to comply and would do his damn best to keep his hands off his dick.

As the week progressed dk found the only way he could keep his mind off sex was to stay far away from the computer except to check his e-mail. Even so, just random images on TV were enough to get his groin stirring. He was getting hard-ons in the car driving to and from work. He took cold showers, cleaned every inch of his apartment, reorganized his closet, wrote a letter to him mom, and did lots of time at the gym. Friday morning arrived and he actually thought he'd be able to make it until that evening. He laughed to himself, thinking, "I'll probably blow the minute SirJay opens the door and gives me a hug."

He managed to get through the day and raced home so he could shower and be to SirJay's at 7:00. When he got home he checked e-mail and found only one message that mattered. It was from SirJay

--wear some old underwear, an old t-shirt, worn bluejeans and old sneakers. Bring only your keys and ID. See you at 7. Can't wait. ----SirJay

dk jumped in the shower and then dug in his closet and drawers for the clothing SirJay had requested. He wasn't sure why he was putting on his rattiest clothes, but he knew that doing it for SirJay was making him incredibly horny. Just the idea of letting SirJay give him an order made him feel a funny warmth inside. He found a ratty pair of underwear in the back of his drawer that he'd been meaning to throw out, an old white t-shirt that he usually wore when working on the yard, and his favorite old jeans which sported a variety of tears and rips. He finished the outfit off with a pair of old high-top sneakers that he hadn't worn in years. When he looked in the mirror he realized he almost looked like a homeless waif. And kinda sexy. And definitely turned on by the whole act of doing exactly what SirJay had asked of him.

dk arrived at SirJay's promptly at 7:00. he'd read enough stories on the internet to know that bad things happened to boys who were too early or too late. 7:00 meant 7:00. he could feel the blood pumping in his ears as he knocked on the door. SirJay opened the door almost immediately, and as before, a huge grin filled His face.

"C' mon in, son. You look terrific."

dk stepped in, almost tripping on the threshold because he couldn't take his eyes off of SirJay. SirJay was wearing an entire uniform made of thick shiny rubber. The uniform shirt was fit to SirJay's torso like a 2nd skin. The pants were breeches held in place with a wide rubber belt, and beautiful rubber boots completed the outfit. A one-inch gray stripe ran from the armpit of the shirt down to the base of the boots. dk felt drool filling his mouth.

"You're....breathtaking, Sir!"

"You, kid, know exactly the right things to say! C'mon. Downstairs. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it. And from the looks of your cock straining in those jeans I'm pretty sure you followed my orders and saved your loads for me."

The dungeon door was open and SirJay gave dj a little push, once again making him walk down the stairs in front of SirJay. Behind him, dk could hear SirJay locking the door.

At the bottom of the stairs dk wasn't sure if he was supposed to go right, into the dungeon, or left, where SirJay stored all his clothing, so he waited. Once SirJay was behind him, He put his arms around dk's chest wrapping him tightly from behind. He half whispered, half growled in dk's ear. "I will never hurt you, never force you, never disrespect you, and do my best to never lose your trust. Do you understand that, boy?"

dk nodded his head. he believed this Man with all his heart.

"But I WILL push you. I will test you. I will hopefully make some of your dreams come true. And just maybe, some of Mine."

dk shivered. he was so nervous, so excited, so horny. Just feeling this Man's arms around him, the smell of the rubber filling his nostrils, he felt a buzz ten times more powerful than when he drank a few beers.

SirJay guided him to stand between the two columns He'd used the first time they'd been together. Deftly He placed locking wrist and ankle cuffs on him and stretched him out between the two columns. He walked behind dk and he took a thick rubber hood and pulled it over dk's head. dk's nostrils were filled again with the acrid smell of rubber and he felt his cock doing it's best to leap within his tight jeans.

The hood was laced on tightly. SirJay stepped to in front of dk and dk got his last glimpse of SirJay and that handsome smile as a blindfold was snapped in place and he lost his sense of sight. For the next ten minutes SirJay merely stroked dk's body, taking advantage of the helpless boy, rubbing his crotch, tweaking his nipples, caressing his hooded head, lightly slapping his ass. dk was quivering from the erotic touch.

Then the touch stopped and dk was left totally alone. he couldn't see, could barely hear, and all he craved was more touch from SirJay.

Almost as if from a great distance he heard SirJay talking. "I think you're ready to go another step. If it's too much, at ANY time, grunt three times rapidly. Do you understand?"

dk nodded and mumbled a "Yes, Sir" through the hole of the hood at his mouth. As soon as he finished speaking he felt something being pushed into that hole and firmly into his mouth. Now his mouth was filled with the taste of rubber. he was in heaven. Slowly SirJay began to pump up the gag He'd put in dk's mouth. There would be no more talking from the boy. Eventually He might be able to pump it so full that the boy would be on the edge of panic. Tonight, just a little firm pressure was enough.

And as soon as the gag filled dk's mouth he felt his ratty t-shirt being ripped from his torso. Now he understood why SirJay had asked him to wear these old clothes! he felt a shiver run the entire course of his body. The metal buttons on his jeans were undone and pulled below his hip. he couldn't hear much from within the rubber hood, but he could feel the tension of the jeans around his thighs give way and could feel the tatters of denim fall to his ankles.

SirJay, still wearing rubber gloves, reached down and massaged dk's dick through the threadbare underwear. There was a "snip" and these too were torn from his body. Another shiver shook dk from top to bottom. Again SirJay assaulted every inch of his body sensually rubbing the boy's skin while wearing the rubber gloves. dk felt like he might explode just from the sensory-deprived state he was in. he couldn't talk, move, see, or smell anything but the rich rubber. But he felt every single touch, those touches magnified ten times over by his inability to use any other sense.

dk felt a warm wet towel wiping down his chest, his belly, his groin, and his butt. This wet warmth was followed by a smooth lotion-like substance massaged into those areas. Again he felt a surge in his groin from the physical attention being showed him. Moments later he felt a scraping on his skin. dk finally "did the math" and realized that he was being shaved in those few places he'd managed to grow hair. This was something totally new to him, but he loved every sensation. By the time SirJay reached his groin he was moaning involuntarily into the rubber gag in his mouth.

When SirJay finished the groin area He stepped behind dk, pushing him slightly forward to better expose his buttocks and butthole. Again the scraping continued and dk involuntarily clenched his ass as the blade moved closer and closer to his hole. By now he was breathing rapidly and could feel his dick bouncing in front of him.

SirJay finished the process by taking another wet warm towel and wiping dk clean. There were a few more random scrapes to clean up missed spots. SirJay filled His rubber covered hand with a huge glob of shaving cream and stepped up to dk. With His left hand He cradled the back of the boy's neck and with the mound of shaving cream He slowly began to massage dk's balls and dick.

dk's moans were increasing in intensity and frequency. SirJay knew he was close to cumming and pulled off. The moans turned to screams echoing inside the rubber hood. dk's dick groin was pumping, his dick fucking thin air. When he'd calmed a bit SirJay renewed the assault on his dick. This time the groans were followed by low gutteral grunts and SirJay knew He wouldn't be able to stop this time. He grabbed dk's dick hard and began stroking it fiercely. With a huge scream dk let nearly a week's worth of cum spray high into the air. Several smaller spurts followed and SirJay felt dk slump into his bondage, his head falling forward.

SirJay left dk in this state, grabbed the wet towel nearby and cleaned dk's dick of the cum and shaving cream. He knew the boy would be wanting out of the bondage and out of the hood soon so He worked quickly. He grabbed a stainless steel tube from the pegboard and the locking cockring mechanism that would hold the tube in place. He poured a little lube in the tube and worked it over dk's softening dick. He locked the cockring in place and with one last small padlock he attached the tube to the cockring.

dk was more than aware this his dick and balls were being manipulated but didn't know exactly what was happening. he was in that wonderful bliss of having shot his load, but he also felt the need to have the hood removed. his arms ached stretched to his sides as they'd been for the past couple of hours.

he felt his left arm being released, the cuff removed and felt a sleeve being pulled up his arm. The process was repeated on his right arm, a warm sleeve pulled up this arm as well. In a matter of seconds he felt the back of this garment zipped up behind him and before he could resist, the arms of what had to be a straitjacket were pulled around dk and fastened behind the boy. he was actually wearing his first straitjacket. he felt like he would faint.

SirJay gave the boy a hug in the jacket to reassure him, then returned to the task of tightening various straps along the boy's back. dk reminded himself of the promises of SirJay, and he reminded himself that this was what he really wanted, to experience the joy of wearing a straitjacket, of being totally bound in a leather cocoon.

SirJay released the cuffs holding dk's legs apart and removed dk's tennis shoes. SirJay guided the boy's legs into a pair of leather jeans and pulled them up over dk's butt, tucking the locked cock into the front and zipping and buttoning them up. SirJay took two straps from the front of the straitjacket and fed them through the boy's crotch, buckling them on the backside. dk felt his groin cinched tightly. he would never be able to pull the jacket over his head now. SirJay guided dk to a nearby chair allowing him to sit, then laced a pair of well-worn but highly polished leather boots on to dk.

SirJay pulled dk to his feet, pulled the gag from the boy's mouth, and unlaced and removed the rubber hood. Before dk's eyes had a chance to focus a new hood replaced it. The tangy smell of rubber was replaced with the rich aroma of leather. The new hood had a mouth hole and two small eye holes, so slowly dk's eyes adjusted. SirJay finished the lacing, walked to the pegboard and removed the leather collar He'd placed on dk their first night together. dk could see Him holding it out where the boy could focus on it. And with a touch of ceremony SirJay placed the collar on the boy and locked it in place. Once more to the pegboard and SirJay returned with a chain leash and attached it to the ring on the collar.

He tugged the leash and dk humbly followed the lead of SirJay. He pulled dk in front of a mirror then stepped behind dk so the boy could take a good look at himself. dk was astonished at what he saw. he was covered head to toe in beautiful black leather. he tried to move his arms and saw in the reflection what an absurdly small amount he actually was able to move. The jacket was the simple one that he'd first seen in SirJay's closet. And it fit him like a 2nd skin. he felt his dick try to leap in those beautiful leather jeans and felt a pain unlike any he'd felt. his dick was straining inside that stainless steel tube. And dk loved it. he knew he was at SirJay's mercy and he was comfortable being under His care and control.

SirJay wrapped his arms around dk's chest and leaned into the boy's right ear. "C'mon. We're going out tonight." With that He released the bearhug, gave a yank on the leash and pulled the bewildered dk up the basement stairs.

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