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Monday, April 4, 2011
Still Further Discoveries
Still Further Discoveries
That night they spent on the sofa, naked, cuddling, laughing at stupid shows on television. There was little talk and dk spent most of the time just breathing in the scent of SirJay, happy to be held by Him, happy to be so close to Him.
For SirJay this time was equally relaxing and sensual. He felt the boy's head on His chest, finding Himself like a teenager trying to match His breathing to the boy's rhythm. It had been a magical 24 hours. Fuck!, he thought. Only 24 hours since this boy came to My house, dressed as I'd asked, eager to try anything, willing to suffer to get to a higher level, and always grateful. Only one week since they'd first met. Unbelievable. By now He was usually kicking them out, telling them He'd had fun, promising to call them, and letting the contact go stale, the e-mails unanswered.
He put the big thoughts on hold, let His eyes glaze over as He stared at the TV, and stroked the boy's head, finally allowing His own eyes to give over to complete exhaustion.
SirJay woke abruptly when the screaming voice of a pitch-man pushing vacuums pierced his ear drums. He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was 1:00 a.m. The boy was fast asleep, curled up, his head resting in SirJay's lap. He reached for the remote and turned the TV off, pulled a blanket off the arm of the sofa and covered Himself and the boy as best He could and drifted back to sleep.
The next time He awoke He was completely disoriented. He was laid out flat on the sofa, the blanket completely covering Him, and He was alone. He looked again to the kitchen and saw it was after 8:00. He stretched and took a deep inhale, noting a hint of pine scent. It was only then He wondered where dk was.
He padded off to the bathroom and relieved himself then glanced in each room wondering where the boy was. As He approached the door to the basement the scent of pine got stronger. The door was open and He could see lights on in the dungeon. When He got to the bottom of the stairs He looked first to the left. The dressing room was empty. When He turned to the right He saw a naked dk wringing out a mop into a bucket. That at least explained the pine scent thought SirJay.
SirJay leaned against the door frame waiting for dk to notice Him. The boy was absorbed in his work, seemingly happy in his domestic service. When dk did finally notice SirJay he stopped, smiled, put down his cleaning tools and came over and gave SirJay a big hug.
"i hope it's okay. what i did. i woke up at 5:00 and didn't want to wake you. i guess i should have asked. i'm sorry. but i wanted to do it for You and it looked like it had been awhile since the floor had been cleaned. And i figured if i worked down here You wouldn't hear me and You'd go ahead and sleep. i took the liberty of polishing some of Your boots, i cleaned the bathroom, and i was just finishing the dungeon floor and..."
SirJay started laughing. The boy was babbling and SirJay was barely awake. He hugged the boy back. "Thank you, son. You didn't have to, but I appreciate it very much. Now even more than cleaning and boot-polishing skills I hope to hell you have coffee-making skills. If not, you're going to have to learn quickly."
They drank coffee, dk shared about his job, they talked about their annoying sisters, they fixed another protein-laden breakfast, did the dishes together, and drank more coffee. SirJay was amazed at how bright the boy was, how hungry he was for everything life had to offer. he had a good job in IT but was also taking a night class in web design. he took overtime anytime he could so he could pay off his school loans quickly, and he spent time volunteering at the animal shelter. SirJay laughed to himself, remembering when he had that much energy, both in life and in bed.
dk was babbling about how much he loved taking the shelter dogs for walks and SirJay started to zone out, not hearing the words the boys was speaking, just aware of the enthusiasm and energy emanating from the boy. He interrupted the boy. "Do you wanna go back to the dungeon? Try some more gear?"
dk blushed. he knew his motor-mouth had been engaged, one of his worst traits. But he looked into SirJay's eyes, the most beautiful marbleized blue, stopped mid-sentence, gulped, and whispered, "yes, Sir."
"You make me so fucking horny, dk. In and out of gear, in and out of bondage, you seem to be making my nuts do double-time in churning out spunk. Woof!" He reached across the table and ruffled dk's hair. "You up for a haircut, son? Yours is way too long and scruffy."
dk was sort of proud of his hair, a full head of hair fairly long on top, short on the sides. But SirJay's suggestion was too forceful not to follow. "Sure, Sir!"
Downstairs SirJay led dk to the barber chair. Once seated He strapped the boy's arms down, pulled a belt around his chest and another around his waist. Thigh straps, calf straps, and ankle straps were the last sets to be done. It had taken only one simple strap to get dk's dick hard. By the time the last strap was done dk was leaking a nice long strand of pearly pre-cum. SirJay reached down and fingered the head of dk's cock, gathering up the pre-cum. He stuck his finger up to dk's mouth. "Lick." dk took the finger in his mouth and tasted his own sweet-salty pre-cum, something he'd never done before. The taste of it merely encouraged greater production.
SirJay turned up a spotlight on the barber chair and retrieved his clippers and a set of clipper guards. "you are gonna look like one hot son-of-a-bitch when I finish with you." He fired up the clippers and began to work. dk was a little panicked when he saw how much hair was falling in his lap, but SirJay's reassuring hand on his shoulder made him relax as best he could.
By the time SirJay finished dk could feel cool air blowing on his neck and above his ears. There was no mirror for him to look in and he could only imagine the transformation SirJay had brought about. SirJay brushed the hair off him and quickly vacuumed up the hair on the floor, all the time leaving dk bound in the chair.
SirJay left the boy in the chair and went to the dressing room. There he got yet another of his 6 leather straitjackets, this one holding a very special purpose. Returning to the dungeon He released dk from the barber chair and held the jacket out in front of him. Any fear dk had held the previous weekend about being in a straitjacket was long gone. he leapt at the chance to be bound like that again.
Getting into this jacket required dk to step inside two wide, padded straps that cradled his inner thighs and buttocks with the padded part sitting deep below his balls. As he slid his arms into the thick leather sleeves he shivered. Just as SirJay had told him that first night he felt that "no-going-back" moment of giving over control. dk could feel that this jacket was much thicker than the one he'd worn to the bar. The straps on his thighs and running through his groin continued up to his shoulders.
SirJay buckled the jacket shut with smooth efficiency all the time noting how calm dk was, how compliant he'd become. With the last buckle done and dk's arms pulled tightly around his body, He stepped to the pegboard and pulled down a gag that he stuck in His back pocket in such a way that dk couldn't see what He had. He walked over to the boy and caressed him through the jacket, double checking the tightness of the straps, massaging the boy's balls, and playing again with the tip of his dick, gathering up the pearls of pre-cum and feeding them to the boy.
He led the boy to the center of the dungeon directly below a heavy-duty suspension bar dangling from the same electric hoist that had been used on the spherical cage. He lowered the bar and attached chains to d-rings on the shoulders of the straitjacket. dk finally understood the purpose of the jacket's additional straps and the padding in his groin. This jacket was built for suspension. he was slightly scared, but totally intrigued as SirJay finished attaching the last chain.
"I hope you enjoy this ride, boy. I really do." He pulled the ring gag from his back pocket and placed the large rubber-covered ring in dk's mouth then strapped it tightly behind the boy's head. dk could already feel the drool building in his mouth and threatening to run down his chin.
SirJay stepped to the electrical controls for the hoist and lifted dk just a few inches off the ground. dk felt the pressure in his groin on the straps running up the front and back of him. The entire straitjacket tightened against him removing all struggle room. SirJay came back and looked dk in the eye. "Good?" dk's instincts were to say "yes, Sir" but just trying to speak sent the first ribbon of drool down his chin so he simply nodded.
SirJay brought two thickly padded ankle restraints from the pegboard and placed them on dk's dangling ankles. A short pole was attached forcing dk's legs a couple feet apart. SirJay attached a rope to the pole and slowly hoisted dk's legs until the boy was at about a 45 degree angle to the floor. dk watched as a long string of drool left his mouth and traveled slowly to the floor.
SirJay lowered dk to where he was almost touching the floor, then slid Himself under dk and began to give the boy a blowjob. dk writhed in the straitjacket, feeling the cum building in his guts, doing his best to hold back the impending orgasm. SirJay's mouth on his hard dick felt more incredible than anything he'd ever felt.
Knowing the boy was getting close to cumming, SirJay pulled off his dick, slid back, sat up and kissed the boy through the ring gag. He stood and went to the electrical controls and lifted dk a couple feet off the ground.
dk could see SirJay's dick was hard, the Man dripping pre-cum of his own. he loved tasting his own pre-cum but desperately wanted to lick the Man's juice. SirJay went to the backside of dk and the boy felt a lubed finger massaging his hole. he fell apart, consumed with hunger. "Good boy. Slow and easy. Good boy." SirJay took a condom from a nearby table and covered his dripping dick. dk could see him slather more lube on the latex covered cock and then step behind dk, placing His strong hands on dk's suspended hips.
Slowly he pulled the boy back to Him, His cock at the entrance to dk's butthole. dk was breathing deeply, drooling uncontrollably, and moaning with every exhale. he wanted that cock inside him. Slowly, ever so slowly SirJay pulled dk a little more toward him, the tip of His dick now opening the boy's hole, sliding in part way. He pulled out and heard the boy gasp. He added more lube to the boy's hole and more to his cock and began again. This time His dick slid quickly in to the halfway point. "Good boy." And the magic moment occurred. dk relaxed completely and SirJay's dick was swallowed to the base of the shaft.
He began to grind inside the boy. His hips slammed against dk's buttocks. And He felt a fire inside Himself. All sense of reality left Him. All He could think of, all He could feel was the heat of the boy's ass grabbing at His dick and the inferno in His own guts.
dk was long gone from this planet. he had no thoughts, only emotions and desires. he wanted this to last forever. he'd never felt this connected to another man. he ached for His cock to go deeper. he nearly cried as SirJay's cock would begin to pull out of him, and he soared when it slammed into him again.
behind him, dk heard SirJay breathing deeply, his own deep growling moans becoming huskier and more rapid, and with a roar SirJay pulled the suspended, straitjacketed boy all the way to Him, holding the boy against him as he filled the condom with load after load.
Seconds later, still holding the boy's ass tight on His cock, He spit in his hand and reached around to dk's dick and began to stroke it. It took only a few seconds and a few strokes before the boy shot the largest load He'd ever seen. With each stroke, with each load the boy did his best to push himself deeper on to SirJay's cock until he had absolutely no cum and no energy left.
Hours later, after SirJay had released dk, after they'd showered, and after they'd devoured a large delivery pizza, they snuggled together, naked under a blanket on the sofa. It was early Sunday night and it was time to start thinking about the reality of the coming work week. SirJay knew He needed a good night's sleep before heading to work early the next morning. Based on his conversations with dk He knew the boy needed the same.
He roused the boy from a partial slumber. "Time for you to hit the road, kiddo. I've got a big week at work and if you stay here I'll be too distracted to sleep."
dk sat up, then crawled on top of SirJay, straddling his legs, facing Him. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my entire life."
SirJay pulled the boy into Him and gave him a crushing hug. "C'mon. Don't get Me started. We have one thing to do before we get you dressed and out the door."
SirJay went to basement where he retrieved the leather jeans, boots and black t-shirt and the steel chastity tube. dk's clothes had been destroyed on Friday night, but He'd always planned on sending the boy home with this gear. When he came back upstairs dk got a look at the chastity device and his eyes grew large. "I want you to try to wear this for the entire week. We'll meet back here on Friday night, if you're game. I'll use a plastic luggage lock so if there's any real problem you can simply cut the lock and get free. I'd hate for you to have significant trouble and not be able to get out. What do you say?"
dk's head was spinning. For three reasons! One, he'd be in chastity for five days, something he never ever imagined before. Two, he'd be wearing the leather jeans and boots home, and three, he'd been invited back to SirJay's!
"Yes, Sir. I'll try, Sir!"
"Good boy."
"One more thing. I'm sending a big box home with you. Do not open it until I tell you to. I want to chat on-line every night at 7:00, even if just for a few minutes. And I'll tell you when it's time to open the box and I'll let you know how to proceed from there. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
When dk got home, he shrugged off his leather jacket at the door, left the big and heavy box near the coatrack, and was totally shocked when he looked at himself in the mirror. He'd left on Friday night looking like a stringy, greasy waif. he'd come home with the most beautiful high-top buzzcut, something that made his face look more rugged and angular, and he was wearing a black t-shirt and tight, beautiful leather jeans.
he felt a painful surge in his groin, his dick struggling to escape the stainless steel, and he made a vow to himself to avoid black t-shirts, leather jeans and mirrors for the coming week.
One more fun-filled chapter to go. Look later this week!
That night they spent on the sofa, naked, cuddling, laughing at stupid shows on television. There was little talk and dk spent most of the time just breathing in the scent of SirJay, happy to be held by Him, happy to be so close to Him.
For SirJay this time was equally relaxing and sensual. He felt the boy's head on His chest, finding Himself like a teenager trying to match His breathing to the boy's rhythm. It had been a magical 24 hours. Fuck!, he thought. Only 24 hours since this boy came to My house, dressed as I'd asked, eager to try anything, willing to suffer to get to a higher level, and always grateful. Only one week since they'd first met. Unbelievable. By now He was usually kicking them out, telling them He'd had fun, promising to call them, and letting the contact go stale, the e-mails unanswered.
He put the big thoughts on hold, let His eyes glaze over as He stared at the TV, and stroked the boy's head, finally allowing His own eyes to give over to complete exhaustion.
SirJay woke abruptly when the screaming voice of a pitch-man pushing vacuums pierced his ear drums. He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was 1:00 a.m. The boy was fast asleep, curled up, his head resting in SirJay's lap. He reached for the remote and turned the TV off, pulled a blanket off the arm of the sofa and covered Himself and the boy as best He could and drifted back to sleep.
The next time He awoke He was completely disoriented. He was laid out flat on the sofa, the blanket completely covering Him, and He was alone. He looked again to the kitchen and saw it was after 8:00. He stretched and took a deep inhale, noting a hint of pine scent. It was only then He wondered where dk was.
He padded off to the bathroom and relieved himself then glanced in each room wondering where the boy was. As He approached the door to the basement the scent of pine got stronger. The door was open and He could see lights on in the dungeon. When He got to the bottom of the stairs He looked first to the left. The dressing room was empty. When He turned to the right He saw a naked dk wringing out a mop into a bucket. That at least explained the pine scent thought SirJay.
SirJay leaned against the door frame waiting for dk to notice Him. The boy was absorbed in his work, seemingly happy in his domestic service. When dk did finally notice SirJay he stopped, smiled, put down his cleaning tools and came over and gave SirJay a big hug.
"i hope it's okay. what i did. i woke up at 5:00 and didn't want to wake you. i guess i should have asked. i'm sorry. but i wanted to do it for You and it looked like it had been awhile since the floor had been cleaned. And i figured if i worked down here You wouldn't hear me and You'd go ahead and sleep. i took the liberty of polishing some of Your boots, i cleaned the bathroom, and i was just finishing the dungeon floor and..."
SirJay started laughing. The boy was babbling and SirJay was barely awake. He hugged the boy back. "Thank you, son. You didn't have to, but I appreciate it very much. Now even more than cleaning and boot-polishing skills I hope to hell you have coffee-making skills. If not, you're going to have to learn quickly."
They drank coffee, dk shared about his job, they talked about their annoying sisters, they fixed another protein-laden breakfast, did the dishes together, and drank more coffee. SirJay was amazed at how bright the boy was, how hungry he was for everything life had to offer. he had a good job in IT but was also taking a night class in web design. he took overtime anytime he could so he could pay off his school loans quickly, and he spent time volunteering at the animal shelter. SirJay laughed to himself, remembering when he had that much energy, both in life and in bed.
dk was babbling about how much he loved taking the shelter dogs for walks and SirJay started to zone out, not hearing the words the boys was speaking, just aware of the enthusiasm and energy emanating from the boy. He interrupted the boy. "Do you wanna go back to the dungeon? Try some more gear?"
dk blushed. he knew his motor-mouth had been engaged, one of his worst traits. But he looked into SirJay's eyes, the most beautiful marbleized blue, stopped mid-sentence, gulped, and whispered, "yes, Sir."
"You make me so fucking horny, dk. In and out of gear, in and out of bondage, you seem to be making my nuts do double-time in churning out spunk. Woof!" He reached across the table and ruffled dk's hair. "You up for a haircut, son? Yours is way too long and scruffy."
dk was sort of proud of his hair, a full head of hair fairly long on top, short on the sides. But SirJay's suggestion was too forceful not to follow. "Sure, Sir!"
Downstairs SirJay led dk to the barber chair. Once seated He strapped the boy's arms down, pulled a belt around his chest and another around his waist. Thigh straps, calf straps, and ankle straps were the last sets to be done. It had taken only one simple strap to get dk's dick hard. By the time the last strap was done dk was leaking a nice long strand of pearly pre-cum. SirJay reached down and fingered the head of dk's cock, gathering up the pre-cum. He stuck his finger up to dk's mouth. "Lick." dk took the finger in his mouth and tasted his own sweet-salty pre-cum, something he'd never done before. The taste of it merely encouraged greater production.
SirJay turned up a spotlight on the barber chair and retrieved his clippers and a set of clipper guards. "you are gonna look like one hot son-of-a-bitch when I finish with you." He fired up the clippers and began to work. dk was a little panicked when he saw how much hair was falling in his lap, but SirJay's reassuring hand on his shoulder made him relax as best he could.
By the time SirJay finished dk could feel cool air blowing on his neck and above his ears. There was no mirror for him to look in and he could only imagine the transformation SirJay had brought about. SirJay brushed the hair off him and quickly vacuumed up the hair on the floor, all the time leaving dk bound in the chair.
SirJay left the boy in the chair and went to the dressing room. There he got yet another of his 6 leather straitjackets, this one holding a very special purpose. Returning to the dungeon He released dk from the barber chair and held the jacket out in front of him. Any fear dk had held the previous weekend about being in a straitjacket was long gone. he leapt at the chance to be bound like that again.
Getting into this jacket required dk to step inside two wide, padded straps that cradled his inner thighs and buttocks with the padded part sitting deep below his balls. As he slid his arms into the thick leather sleeves he shivered. Just as SirJay had told him that first night he felt that "no-going-back" moment of giving over control. dk could feel that this jacket was much thicker than the one he'd worn to the bar. The straps on his thighs and running through his groin continued up to his shoulders.
SirJay buckled the jacket shut with smooth efficiency all the time noting how calm dk was, how compliant he'd become. With the last buckle done and dk's arms pulled tightly around his body, He stepped to the pegboard and pulled down a gag that he stuck in His back pocket in such a way that dk couldn't see what He had. He walked over to the boy and caressed him through the jacket, double checking the tightness of the straps, massaging the boy's balls, and playing again with the tip of his dick, gathering up the pearls of pre-cum and feeding them to the boy.
He led the boy to the center of the dungeon directly below a heavy-duty suspension bar dangling from the same electric hoist that had been used on the spherical cage. He lowered the bar and attached chains to d-rings on the shoulders of the straitjacket. dk finally understood the purpose of the jacket's additional straps and the padding in his groin. This jacket was built for suspension. he was slightly scared, but totally intrigued as SirJay finished attaching the last chain.
"I hope you enjoy this ride, boy. I really do." He pulled the ring gag from his back pocket and placed the large rubber-covered ring in dk's mouth then strapped it tightly behind the boy's head. dk could already feel the drool building in his mouth and threatening to run down his chin.
SirJay stepped to the electrical controls for the hoist and lifted dk just a few inches off the ground. dk felt the pressure in his groin on the straps running up the front and back of him. The entire straitjacket tightened against him removing all struggle room. SirJay came back and looked dk in the eye. "Good?" dk's instincts were to say "yes, Sir" but just trying to speak sent the first ribbon of drool down his chin so he simply nodded.
SirJay brought two thickly padded ankle restraints from the pegboard and placed them on dk's dangling ankles. A short pole was attached forcing dk's legs a couple feet apart. SirJay attached a rope to the pole and slowly hoisted dk's legs until the boy was at about a 45 degree angle to the floor. dk watched as a long string of drool left his mouth and traveled slowly to the floor.
SirJay lowered dk to where he was almost touching the floor, then slid Himself under dk and began to give the boy a blowjob. dk writhed in the straitjacket, feeling the cum building in his guts, doing his best to hold back the impending orgasm. SirJay's mouth on his hard dick felt more incredible than anything he'd ever felt.
Knowing the boy was getting close to cumming, SirJay pulled off his dick, slid back, sat up and kissed the boy through the ring gag. He stood and went to the electrical controls and lifted dk a couple feet off the ground.
dk could see SirJay's dick was hard, the Man dripping pre-cum of his own. he loved tasting his own pre-cum but desperately wanted to lick the Man's juice. SirJay went to the backside of dk and the boy felt a lubed finger massaging his hole. he fell apart, consumed with hunger. "Good boy. Slow and easy. Good boy." SirJay took a condom from a nearby table and covered his dripping dick. dk could see him slather more lube on the latex covered cock and then step behind dk, placing His strong hands on dk's suspended hips.
Slowly he pulled the boy back to Him, His cock at the entrance to dk's butthole. dk was breathing deeply, drooling uncontrollably, and moaning with every exhale. he wanted that cock inside him. Slowly, ever so slowly SirJay pulled dk a little more toward him, the tip of His dick now opening the boy's hole, sliding in part way. He pulled out and heard the boy gasp. He added more lube to the boy's hole and more to his cock and began again. This time His dick slid quickly in to the halfway point. "Good boy." And the magic moment occurred. dk relaxed completely and SirJay's dick was swallowed to the base of the shaft.
He began to grind inside the boy. His hips slammed against dk's buttocks. And He felt a fire inside Himself. All sense of reality left Him. All He could think of, all He could feel was the heat of the boy's ass grabbing at His dick and the inferno in His own guts.
dk was long gone from this planet. he had no thoughts, only emotions and desires. he wanted this to last forever. he'd never felt this connected to another man. he ached for His cock to go deeper. he nearly cried as SirJay's cock would begin to pull out of him, and he soared when it slammed into him again.
behind him, dk heard SirJay breathing deeply, his own deep growling moans becoming huskier and more rapid, and with a roar SirJay pulled the suspended, straitjacketed boy all the way to Him, holding the boy against him as he filled the condom with load after load.
Seconds later, still holding the boy's ass tight on His cock, He spit in his hand and reached around to dk's dick and began to stroke it. It took only a few seconds and a few strokes before the boy shot the largest load He'd ever seen. With each stroke, with each load the boy did his best to push himself deeper on to SirJay's cock until he had absolutely no cum and no energy left.
Hours later, after SirJay had released dk, after they'd showered, and after they'd devoured a large delivery pizza, they snuggled together, naked under a blanket on the sofa. It was early Sunday night and it was time to start thinking about the reality of the coming work week. SirJay knew He needed a good night's sleep before heading to work early the next morning. Based on his conversations with dk He knew the boy needed the same.
He roused the boy from a partial slumber. "Time for you to hit the road, kiddo. I've got a big week at work and if you stay here I'll be too distracted to sleep."
dk sat up, then crawled on top of SirJay, straddling his legs, facing Him. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my entire life."
SirJay pulled the boy into Him and gave him a crushing hug. "C'mon. Don't get Me started. We have one thing to do before we get you dressed and out the door."
SirJay went to basement where he retrieved the leather jeans, boots and black t-shirt and the steel chastity tube. dk's clothes had been destroyed on Friday night, but He'd always planned on sending the boy home with this gear. When he came back upstairs dk got a look at the chastity device and his eyes grew large. "I want you to try to wear this for the entire week. We'll meet back here on Friday night, if you're game. I'll use a plastic luggage lock so if there's any real problem you can simply cut the lock and get free. I'd hate for you to have significant trouble and not be able to get out. What do you say?"
dk's head was spinning. For three reasons! One, he'd be in chastity for five days, something he never ever imagined before. Two, he'd be wearing the leather jeans and boots home, and three, he'd been invited back to SirJay's!
"Yes, Sir. I'll try, Sir!"
"Good boy."
"One more thing. I'm sending a big box home with you. Do not open it until I tell you to. I want to chat on-line every night at 7:00, even if just for a few minutes. And I'll tell you when it's time to open the box and I'll let you know how to proceed from there. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
When dk got home, he shrugged off his leather jacket at the door, left the big and heavy box near the coatrack, and was totally shocked when he looked at himself in the mirror. He'd left on Friday night looking like a stringy, greasy waif. he'd come home with the most beautiful high-top buzzcut, something that made his face look more rugged and angular, and he was wearing a black t-shirt and tight, beautiful leather jeans.
he felt a painful surge in his groin, his dick struggling to escape the stainless steel, and he made a vow to himself to avoid black t-shirts, leather jeans and mirrors for the coming week.
One more fun-filled chapter to go. Look later this week!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Further Discoveries
Part III of the newest saga.
Couple more chapters to come.
FURTHER DISCOVERIES
dk peered out into the darkness, clueless as to what time it was. There was merely a whisper of light in the dungeon allowing him to orient himself based on the large dark shapes that he'd seen in the dungeon. To his left was the barber chair. To his right the large bondage table. In the distance he thought he could make out the doorway to the staircase.
he shifted and felt himself swinging in the globe-like suspended cage SirJay had put him in following their return from the leather bar. That had been several hours ago, dk thought. Or maybe it had only been minutes. he truly wasn't sure. he was still fully dressed in the leather jeans, boots, straitjacket, and hood that SirJay had forced him to wear to the bar. And he was painfully aware that the chastity belt with the stainless steel tube was firmly locked in place.
And he was happy. And he knew he was safe. SirJay had shown him the baby monitor mounted directly above the cage. If at any time dk had any problem he merely had to call out and SirJay would be there in seconds.
he had become one with the garments, his leathered body controlled by SirJay, protected and restrained at one time. While his penis frequently fought the control of the cold steel, dk fully understood how it made him focus his energies elsewhere. When they'd returned from the bar and it was clear the chastity was not coming off, dk had been able to funnel his energies into the service of SirJay, a task he relished. While he might not know much about bondage, dk had a good deal experience taking dick in his mouth. he relished the thought of the orgasm SirJay had had and the cum load that had filled his mouth.
dk let his mind wander, remembering the bizare adventures of the previous night. After being carefully seat-buckled in the front seat of a big pickup, they'd made the short trip to the leather bar. On the ride over He'd spoken very little: "I will keep you near My side all night long. With the collar and leash it will be clear that you belong to Me and only Me. Do you understand?"
dk had grunted a "yes, Sir" from under the hood.
"I know this is definitely stepping outside your comfort zone. Hell!, it's a little outside My own! But the men at this bar are good people, and trust Me, every Top is going to be jealous of Me, and every single bottom is going to wish he was in your place."
dk had tried to absorb what the Man was saying. he couldn't imagine actually being out in public in the get-up he was wearing. At the same time his dick was straining within the miniature metal cell .
"You need to remember a few things only. Speak only when spoken to by Me. No one else. And then all you need to say is 'Yes, Sir; No, Sir; or "Thank You, Sir.' When I put a hand on your shoulder I want you to kneel. If I want you standing I'll pull up on the leash. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
dk was amazed at how he felt hearing those last two words. What had been a warm glow deep inside him grew exponentially. Hearing SirJay call him a "good boy" had made the tension go away, the fears subside, and his breathing deepen. he had let a deep sigh release from him and the warmth seemed to fill his entire body. Even thinking back to it now made dk release yet more tension.
The actual time in the bar had gone by quickly and SirJay had lived up to every promise. When he'd snuck peeks at the crowd around them he could see the envy of practically every boy in the place. SirJay had spent time talking to several of the men in the bar, but always kept a firm grip on the leash. Halfway through the night dk had begun to feel some cramping in his arms and shoulders. SirJay seemed to recognize immediately what was the problem and had loosened several of the straps a couple of notches to give dk room to shift a bit in the jacket. That had been enough.
dk chuckled inside his cage. The strangest moment had been when SirJay had taken him to the restroom. There was a long trough-style urinal and several men were taking leaks. SirJay held the leash in such a way that dk was forced to stand behind him while he peed. When he had finished he turned around, put a hand on dk's shoulder and pushed him to the floor. He pushed his dick through the leather mouth-hole of the hood and into dk's mouth forcing him to take the last few drops of salty piss and lick SirJay's dick clean. After that He'd pushed dk to the trough, where He unzipped the leather jeans and helped dk to relieve himself as well. dk had heard several murmurs from the crowd watching.
dk closed his eyes, sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position inside the spherical cage. As before, his shifting caused the cage to swing and swivel. As the swinging slowed dk drifted off to sleep, a small smile on his face, hidden by the thick leather hood.
Upstairs SirJay could hear the movement of the cage through a small speaker, but he heard no whimper, no cry for help and when he listened closely he thought he heard a faint snore from the boy. He closed His eyes and drifted off.
The next thing time dk awoke the whisper of light in the basement had turned to a trickle from a frosted window in the corner. Forgetting he was in the cage, he tried to sit up but banged his head against the top of the cage. Quickly he remembered every event that had led him to his confinement. he could make out more distinct shapes in the basement and he realized the sun must have risen. his typical morning hard-on was filling the steel tube painfully and he desperately needed to pee.
Above him he heard creaking floorboards, then the door to the basement opening. A few seconds later he could make out the naked form of SirJay walking across the basement floor.
"Good morning, hot stuff! I see you didn't go anywhere! And I'm very proud of you for being able to stay in here all night. Most boys freak out after an hour or so, which is cool, but you hung in there all night long. I'm impressed."
dk muttered through the hood, "Thank you, Sir."
"C'mon, let's get you out of there, showered, and get some food in you. We've got a full day ahead of us." dk wasn't sure what to make of the last statement, but he thought it better not to ask questions at this time.
SirJay lowered the cage to the floor using an electric hoist, unlocked it, and helped dk crawl out. dk was barely able to stand on his own, many of his muscles sore and cramped from the overnight imprisonment. SirJay undid the collar and hood first, then slowly unbuckled the straitjacket, sliding it off dk's torso and setting it on top of the cage. He helped dk sit and remove the boots and finally off came the leather jeans. dk presumed that the chastity device would be removed now too, but SirJay showed no indication that that was going to happen.
SirJay led dk to an area under the stairs where a full bathroom had been installed. SirJay pointed to the toilet and told dk to pee which he did. He handed dk a toothbrush, showed him the toothpaste, and started the jets on a large walk-in shower. When dk finished brushing his teeth SirJay led him to the shower, pulled the boy in with him and they proceeded to scrub each other head to toe. As they rinsed off, SirJay pushed dk to his knees and pulled the boy's eager mouth to his semi-hard dick. dk took it in, hungry for it, so glad he could do this again for SirJay.
Above him, SirJay was growling and starting to thrust his hips harder, holding the boy's head firmly against his groin. And with a startling abruptness he pulled his cock out, pulled the boy up, turned the water off, threw a towel to dk, and proceeded to towel Himself off.
dk was stricken. he was sure he'd done something wrong. SirJay saw the look on dk's face and started to laugh. "I'm not a porno star, kiddo. I got one, maybe two good loads a day and I have way too much planned for us today to give up a load this early! C'mon! Get dry. I'll make breakfast and then we need to hit the road."
Breakfast was protein on top of protein and dk ate voraciously. SirJay even laughed as dk reached for seconds on both the bacon and sausage. After breakfast SirJay took him back downstairs to the room on the left with all the gear and clothing. He brought the jeans, boots and collar dk had worn the previous night and found a tight black t-shirt for the boy to wear. For Himself He selected similar leather jeans and boots along with a blue denim shirt. dk watched Him dress, sorry to see the naked body covered, but amazed at how handsome the Man was with His gear on.
"Okay, kiddo, upstairs and out to the pickup. You're okay being with Me all day, yes?"
dk was a little stunned. he hadn't actually thought their date would extend past Friday night, but he knew the answer to the question. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" SirJay smiled at the response and gave dk a shove up the stairs.
The events of the day turned out to be mostly mundane. A quick trip to an ATM, stopping for groceries, picking up some items to repair a leaking faucet, lunch at a fast food joint (where dk couldn't stop noticing all the stares the pair of them were getting), and last, a stop at the local leather store where SirJay picked up a couple of items he'd had repaired.
SirJay had encouraged him to wander around the store while he chatted with the manager. dk was intoxicated with the rich leather smell that permeated the store and intrigued with the incredible variety of bondage and s/m devices. he was touching the buttery smooth tails of the floggers when SirJay appeared at his side. "C'mon, boy, time to head home."
After they unloaded all SirJay's purchases SirJay brought dk to the living room. He sat on the sofa and indicated that dk should join him, not next to Him on the sofa, but on the floor next to his boots.
dk knelt and eventually curled into the leather covered legs of SirJay, holding on tight.
"Okay. Time to have a chat. Tell Me what's going on inside your head."
dk was caught off guard. How was he supposed to explain how happy he was, how "right" this all felt. Okay, so the chastity was starting to get on his nerves a little, but it was such a small sacrifice compared to all he'd experienced with SirJay. dk stayed silent trying to search for words, and unable to do so.
After a few minutes SirJay broke the silence with a laugh. "Okay, okay! Maybe a little too open-ended on that question. How about we start with, was there anything you didn't like, that felt wrong, or against what you believe in?"
"No, Sir."
"At the other end of the spectrum, what was the best thing, for you, in these past two days?"
dk didn't have to think about it. "Hearing you call me a 'good boy', Sir."
SirJay pondered this for a moment then with a twinkle in his eye asked, "One more question. Do you know what lesbians and leathermen bring on their second date?"
dk was clueless what SirJay was asking. "i....i...i don't know, Sir."
"A U-Haul." SirJay roared at his own joke. "I know it's early to even think about it, but I got really good feelings about being with you. Now what say you to the notion that we head back downstairs and try out some more gear?"
Like a puppy on steroids dk leapt to his feet. "Yes, Sir!"
dk didn't have to be pushed down the stairs this time, he was so anxious to have the chance to be there with SirJay again. At the foot of the stairs SirJay guided him to the dressing room and instructed him to remove all the clothing. He showed dk how each item was stored and dk payed close attention placing each item, including those of SirJay, on it's proper hanger and on the correct boot rack. he was naked now except for the collar around his neck and the steel chastity on his dick.
SirJay pulled the boy into His chest and kissed him deeply, His tongue exploring the corners of dk's mouth. dk's dick was beginning to throb painfully in the steel tube and he squirmed. "I suppose you want that thing off for a while, eh?"
dk grimaced. "Please, Sir?" SirJay chuckled and reached for the keys he'd left on the chair in the dressing room. SirJay removed the chastity and dk's dick responded immediately by leaping upward. SirJay gave it a little smack and used it as a leash to pull the boy into the dungeon area.
SirJay brought dk over to the large leather-covered bondage table. "Lean over, boy, and spread your cheeks." dk started to get a bit nervous. he'd only been fucked a few times in his life and it hadn't always been pleasant, but he did as SirJay ordered.
SirJay got a bottle of lube and poured a copious amount in his right hand and began rubbing dk's anus slowly and methodically. With his left hand he stroked dk's head, scratching him behind the ears, massaging his neck and generally encouraging the boy to relax. With no warning, but also with no pain, he slid a finger up the boy's butthole. An involuntary groan escaped from dk.
"Good boy. That's it. Good boy. Just relax. If it hurts, tell Me. You are such a good boy."
And with each "good boy" dk felt the warmth inside him return. And when the second finger entered and the second groan escaped there was something inside him that seemed to be saying "more, give me more." SirJay added more lube to his right hand, and continued massaging the boy's butthole. He could feel the boy beginning to writhe and moan in harmony to the massage. It was a good sign. Slipping his fingers out, he went to the peg board and retrieved a metal buttplug, not too large, but certainly large enough to fill the boy's hole. Lubing it up he placed it at the very opening of the boy's ass and slowly began to push it in.
dk gasped at the coldness of the metal, but he did not try to back away from it. That urgent message of "more" filled his head as a mantra. he took a deep breath, exhaled, and felt the entire metal cylinder slide smoothly into place. SirJay stroked the back of his head. "Good boy. I'm proud of you. Now climb up on top of the table and lay on your back. We've got a lot more to do."
When dk was up on the table and flat on his back SirJay began to restrain dk to the table. To dk there seemed to be hundreds of straps covering him. he tested his arms and legs after the straps were all applied and he realized he couldn't move an inch. he was completely vulnerable, but his cock told the real story. A steady stream of precum was leaking from him unlike any other time he could remember. The last strap SirJay attached was one across dk's forehead. Now dk couldn't even lift his head to view his own strings of precum.
SirJay stepped back to admire His work. This kid was so beautiful. So beautiful both in and out of bondage. And it was quite clear the boy loved every element of bondage. He'd done the cage test on practically every boy he'd ever played with. None had lasted the night. Some had even been pretty nasty about it. Not dk.
SirJay retrieved the ErosTek electrical machine but kept it out of sight of dk, placing it between the boy's knees. He attached the lead wires to the plug in the boy's ass and slowly dialed the number of the pulse to 30% then 35%. When he hit 40% he heard a gasp escape from dk.
He walked to the top of the table and saw a little fear in the boy's eyes. "Relax and go with it. It tingles right now, yes?" dk nodded the best he could with his head strapped down. "As it goes higher it will begin to pulse in your ass, almost like you're getting fucked, a non-stop pounding earth-shattering fuck. But I'll only turn it up from here on out when you tell Me to. Understand? You're in charge of how high it goes. And when you want it off, just say so. Yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
For the next hour the pulsing and pounding in dk's ass was relentless. But the boy never backed down. SirJay began teasing the boy's cock, stroking it slowly, making the boy moan and try to grind his hips upward. Every few minutes dk would gasp, "Sir?" And SirJay would respond, "More?"
"Please, Sir."
"Good boy."
When SirJay finally dialed the ErosTek to 80% He knew he'd reached the boy's limit. He left it there, put fresh lube on his hand and began to stroke the boy with long hard strokes. He knew the boy would cum very soon. his breathing was ragged, his hips were bucking.
"Boy?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Ask permission to cum. Never cum without Me saying it's okay. Understand?"
Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, May I please cum, Sir. I am so close, Sir. Please, Sir" The words were falling out of dk's mouth and SirJay could see him grimace as he tried to hold back the impending orgasm.
"Shoot for Me, boy. Do it now."
dk literally screamed as the first huge load escaped shooting straight into the air. The scream was followed by dozens of smaller screams and grunts as SirJay continued to stroke the boy. He reached over and turned the electro off, but continued to slowly stroke the boy's cock.
dk actually started to giggle, squirm and buck. "Oh, please Sir. No. Please! Oh God, please stop." Now was when the straps on the table were called upon to do their real job.
dk's screaming and laughing was music to SirJay's ears and as He continued to stroke the boy in his current giddy insanity, He filled his left hand with the cum from the boy, put His paw on His own cock and began working Himself to orgasm.
Couple more chapters to come.
FURTHER DISCOVERIES
dk peered out into the darkness, clueless as to what time it was. There was merely a whisper of light in the dungeon allowing him to orient himself based on the large dark shapes that he'd seen in the dungeon. To his left was the barber chair. To his right the large bondage table. In the distance he thought he could make out the doorway to the staircase.
he shifted and felt himself swinging in the globe-like suspended cage SirJay had put him in following their return from the leather bar. That had been several hours ago, dk thought. Or maybe it had only been minutes. he truly wasn't sure. he was still fully dressed in the leather jeans, boots, straitjacket, and hood that SirJay had forced him to wear to the bar. And he was painfully aware that the chastity belt with the stainless steel tube was firmly locked in place.
And he was happy. And he knew he was safe. SirJay had shown him the baby monitor mounted directly above the cage. If at any time dk had any problem he merely had to call out and SirJay would be there in seconds.
he had become one with the garments, his leathered body controlled by SirJay, protected and restrained at one time. While his penis frequently fought the control of the cold steel, dk fully understood how it made him focus his energies elsewhere. When they'd returned from the bar and it was clear the chastity was not coming off, dk had been able to funnel his energies into the service of SirJay, a task he relished. While he might not know much about bondage, dk had a good deal experience taking dick in his mouth. he relished the thought of the orgasm SirJay had had and the cum load that had filled his mouth.
dk let his mind wander, remembering the bizare adventures of the previous night. After being carefully seat-buckled in the front seat of a big pickup, they'd made the short trip to the leather bar. On the ride over He'd spoken very little: "I will keep you near My side all night long. With the collar and leash it will be clear that you belong to Me and only Me. Do you understand?"
dk had grunted a "yes, Sir" from under the hood.
"I know this is definitely stepping outside your comfort zone. Hell!, it's a little outside My own! But the men at this bar are good people, and trust Me, every Top is going to be jealous of Me, and every single bottom is going to wish he was in your place."
dk had tried to absorb what the Man was saying. he couldn't imagine actually being out in public in the get-up he was wearing. At the same time his dick was straining within the miniature metal cell .
"You need to remember a few things only. Speak only when spoken to by Me. No one else. And then all you need to say is 'Yes, Sir; No, Sir; or "Thank You, Sir.' When I put a hand on your shoulder I want you to kneel. If I want you standing I'll pull up on the leash. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
dk was amazed at how he felt hearing those last two words. What had been a warm glow deep inside him grew exponentially. Hearing SirJay call him a "good boy" had made the tension go away, the fears subside, and his breathing deepen. he had let a deep sigh release from him and the warmth seemed to fill his entire body. Even thinking back to it now made dk release yet more tension.
The actual time in the bar had gone by quickly and SirJay had lived up to every promise. When he'd snuck peeks at the crowd around them he could see the envy of practically every boy in the place. SirJay had spent time talking to several of the men in the bar, but always kept a firm grip on the leash. Halfway through the night dk had begun to feel some cramping in his arms and shoulders. SirJay seemed to recognize immediately what was the problem and had loosened several of the straps a couple of notches to give dk room to shift a bit in the jacket. That had been enough.
dk chuckled inside his cage. The strangest moment had been when SirJay had taken him to the restroom. There was a long trough-style urinal and several men were taking leaks. SirJay held the leash in such a way that dk was forced to stand behind him while he peed. When he had finished he turned around, put a hand on dk's shoulder and pushed him to the floor. He pushed his dick through the leather mouth-hole of the hood and into dk's mouth forcing him to take the last few drops of salty piss and lick SirJay's dick clean. After that He'd pushed dk to the trough, where He unzipped the leather jeans and helped dk to relieve himself as well. dk had heard several murmurs from the crowd watching.
dk closed his eyes, sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position inside the spherical cage. As before, his shifting caused the cage to swing and swivel. As the swinging slowed dk drifted off to sleep, a small smile on his face, hidden by the thick leather hood.
Upstairs SirJay could hear the movement of the cage through a small speaker, but he heard no whimper, no cry for help and when he listened closely he thought he heard a faint snore from the boy. He closed His eyes and drifted off.
The next thing time dk awoke the whisper of light in the basement had turned to a trickle from a frosted window in the corner. Forgetting he was in the cage, he tried to sit up but banged his head against the top of the cage. Quickly he remembered every event that had led him to his confinement. he could make out more distinct shapes in the basement and he realized the sun must have risen. his typical morning hard-on was filling the steel tube painfully and he desperately needed to pee.
Above him he heard creaking floorboards, then the door to the basement opening. A few seconds later he could make out the naked form of SirJay walking across the basement floor.
"Good morning, hot stuff! I see you didn't go anywhere! And I'm very proud of you for being able to stay in here all night. Most boys freak out after an hour or so, which is cool, but you hung in there all night long. I'm impressed."
dk muttered through the hood, "Thank you, Sir."
"C'mon, let's get you out of there, showered, and get some food in you. We've got a full day ahead of us." dk wasn't sure what to make of the last statement, but he thought it better not to ask questions at this time.
SirJay lowered the cage to the floor using an electric hoist, unlocked it, and helped dk crawl out. dk was barely able to stand on his own, many of his muscles sore and cramped from the overnight imprisonment. SirJay undid the collar and hood first, then slowly unbuckled the straitjacket, sliding it off dk's torso and setting it on top of the cage. He helped dk sit and remove the boots and finally off came the leather jeans. dk presumed that the chastity device would be removed now too, but SirJay showed no indication that that was going to happen.
SirJay led dk to an area under the stairs where a full bathroom had been installed. SirJay pointed to the toilet and told dk to pee which he did. He handed dk a toothbrush, showed him the toothpaste, and started the jets on a large walk-in shower. When dk finished brushing his teeth SirJay led him to the shower, pulled the boy in with him and they proceeded to scrub each other head to toe. As they rinsed off, SirJay pushed dk to his knees and pulled the boy's eager mouth to his semi-hard dick. dk took it in, hungry for it, so glad he could do this again for SirJay.
Above him, SirJay was growling and starting to thrust his hips harder, holding the boy's head firmly against his groin. And with a startling abruptness he pulled his cock out, pulled the boy up, turned the water off, threw a towel to dk, and proceeded to towel Himself off.
dk was stricken. he was sure he'd done something wrong. SirJay saw the look on dk's face and started to laugh. "I'm not a porno star, kiddo. I got one, maybe two good loads a day and I have way too much planned for us today to give up a load this early! C'mon! Get dry. I'll make breakfast and then we need to hit the road."
Breakfast was protein on top of protein and dk ate voraciously. SirJay even laughed as dk reached for seconds on both the bacon and sausage. After breakfast SirJay took him back downstairs to the room on the left with all the gear and clothing. He brought the jeans, boots and collar dk had worn the previous night and found a tight black t-shirt for the boy to wear. For Himself He selected similar leather jeans and boots along with a blue denim shirt. dk watched Him dress, sorry to see the naked body covered, but amazed at how handsome the Man was with His gear on.
"Okay, kiddo, upstairs and out to the pickup. You're okay being with Me all day, yes?"
dk was a little stunned. he hadn't actually thought their date would extend past Friday night, but he knew the answer to the question. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" SirJay smiled at the response and gave dk a shove up the stairs.
The events of the day turned out to be mostly mundane. A quick trip to an ATM, stopping for groceries, picking up some items to repair a leaking faucet, lunch at a fast food joint (where dk couldn't stop noticing all the stares the pair of them were getting), and last, a stop at the local leather store where SirJay picked up a couple of items he'd had repaired.
SirJay had encouraged him to wander around the store while he chatted with the manager. dk was intoxicated with the rich leather smell that permeated the store and intrigued with the incredible variety of bondage and s/m devices. he was touching the buttery smooth tails of the floggers when SirJay appeared at his side. "C'mon, boy, time to head home."
After they unloaded all SirJay's purchases SirJay brought dk to the living room. He sat on the sofa and indicated that dk should join him, not next to Him on the sofa, but on the floor next to his boots.
dk knelt and eventually curled into the leather covered legs of SirJay, holding on tight.
"Okay. Time to have a chat. Tell Me what's going on inside your head."
dk was caught off guard. How was he supposed to explain how happy he was, how "right" this all felt. Okay, so the chastity was starting to get on his nerves a little, but it was such a small sacrifice compared to all he'd experienced with SirJay. dk stayed silent trying to search for words, and unable to do so.
After a few minutes SirJay broke the silence with a laugh. "Okay, okay! Maybe a little too open-ended on that question. How about we start with, was there anything you didn't like, that felt wrong, or against what you believe in?"
"No, Sir."
"At the other end of the spectrum, what was the best thing, for you, in these past two days?"
dk didn't have to think about it. "Hearing you call me a 'good boy', Sir."
SirJay pondered this for a moment then with a twinkle in his eye asked, "One more question. Do you know what lesbians and leathermen bring on their second date?"
dk was clueless what SirJay was asking. "i....i...i don't know, Sir."
"A U-Haul." SirJay roared at his own joke. "I know it's early to even think about it, but I got really good feelings about being with you. Now what say you to the notion that we head back downstairs and try out some more gear?"
Like a puppy on steroids dk leapt to his feet. "Yes, Sir!"
dk didn't have to be pushed down the stairs this time, he was so anxious to have the chance to be there with SirJay again. At the foot of the stairs SirJay guided him to the dressing room and instructed him to remove all the clothing. He showed dk how each item was stored and dk payed close attention placing each item, including those of SirJay, on it's proper hanger and on the correct boot rack. he was naked now except for the collar around his neck and the steel chastity on his dick.
SirJay pulled the boy into His chest and kissed him deeply, His tongue exploring the corners of dk's mouth. dk's dick was beginning to throb painfully in the steel tube and he squirmed. "I suppose you want that thing off for a while, eh?"
dk grimaced. "Please, Sir?" SirJay chuckled and reached for the keys he'd left on the chair in the dressing room. SirJay removed the chastity and dk's dick responded immediately by leaping upward. SirJay gave it a little smack and used it as a leash to pull the boy into the dungeon area.
SirJay brought dk over to the large leather-covered bondage table. "Lean over, boy, and spread your cheeks." dk started to get a bit nervous. he'd only been fucked a few times in his life and it hadn't always been pleasant, but he did as SirJay ordered.
SirJay got a bottle of lube and poured a copious amount in his right hand and began rubbing dk's anus slowly and methodically. With his left hand he stroked dk's head, scratching him behind the ears, massaging his neck and generally encouraging the boy to relax. With no warning, but also with no pain, he slid a finger up the boy's butthole. An involuntary groan escaped from dk.
"Good boy. That's it. Good boy. Just relax. If it hurts, tell Me. You are such a good boy."
And with each "good boy" dk felt the warmth inside him return. And when the second finger entered and the second groan escaped there was something inside him that seemed to be saying "more, give me more." SirJay added more lube to his right hand, and continued massaging the boy's butthole. He could feel the boy beginning to writhe and moan in harmony to the massage. It was a good sign. Slipping his fingers out, he went to the peg board and retrieved a metal buttplug, not too large, but certainly large enough to fill the boy's hole. Lubing it up he placed it at the very opening of the boy's ass and slowly began to push it in.
dk gasped at the coldness of the metal, but he did not try to back away from it. That urgent message of "more" filled his head as a mantra. he took a deep breath, exhaled, and felt the entire metal cylinder slide smoothly into place. SirJay stroked the back of his head. "Good boy. I'm proud of you. Now climb up on top of the table and lay on your back. We've got a lot more to do."
When dk was up on the table and flat on his back SirJay began to restrain dk to the table. To dk there seemed to be hundreds of straps covering him. he tested his arms and legs after the straps were all applied and he realized he couldn't move an inch. he was completely vulnerable, but his cock told the real story. A steady stream of precum was leaking from him unlike any other time he could remember. The last strap SirJay attached was one across dk's forehead. Now dk couldn't even lift his head to view his own strings of precum.
SirJay stepped back to admire His work. This kid was so beautiful. So beautiful both in and out of bondage. And it was quite clear the boy loved every element of bondage. He'd done the cage test on practically every boy he'd ever played with. None had lasted the night. Some had even been pretty nasty about it. Not dk.
SirJay retrieved the ErosTek electrical machine but kept it out of sight of dk, placing it between the boy's knees. He attached the lead wires to the plug in the boy's ass and slowly dialed the number of the pulse to 30% then 35%. When he hit 40% he heard a gasp escape from dk.
He walked to the top of the table and saw a little fear in the boy's eyes. "Relax and go with it. It tingles right now, yes?" dk nodded the best he could with his head strapped down. "As it goes higher it will begin to pulse in your ass, almost like you're getting fucked, a non-stop pounding earth-shattering fuck. But I'll only turn it up from here on out when you tell Me to. Understand? You're in charge of how high it goes. And when you want it off, just say so. Yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
For the next hour the pulsing and pounding in dk's ass was relentless. But the boy never backed down. SirJay began teasing the boy's cock, stroking it slowly, making the boy moan and try to grind his hips upward. Every few minutes dk would gasp, "Sir?" And SirJay would respond, "More?"
"Please, Sir."
"Good boy."
When SirJay finally dialed the ErosTek to 80% He knew he'd reached the boy's limit. He left it there, put fresh lube on his hand and began to stroke the boy with long hard strokes. He knew the boy would cum very soon. his breathing was ragged, his hips were bucking.
"Boy?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Ask permission to cum. Never cum without Me saying it's okay. Understand?"
Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, May I please cum, Sir. I am so close, Sir. Please, Sir" The words were falling out of dk's mouth and SirJay could see him grimace as he tried to hold back the impending orgasm.
"Shoot for Me, boy. Do it now."
dk literally screamed as the first huge load escaped shooting straight into the air. The scream was followed by dozens of smaller screams and grunts as SirJay continued to stroke the boy. He reached over and turned the electro off, but continued to slowly stroke the boy's cock.
dk actually started to giggle, squirm and buck. "Oh, please Sir. No. Please! Oh God, please stop." Now was when the straps on the table were called upon to do their real job.
dk's screaming and laughing was music to SirJay's ears and as He continued to stroke the boy in his current giddy insanity, He filled his left hand with the cum from the boy, put His paw on His own cock and began working Himself to orgasm.
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.
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.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Discoveries, Part II
As promised! Part II of the sex monster's latest sickness. Enjoy!
Discoveries, Part II
"So?" They were sitting on the edge of the bondage bed sharing a bottle of water SirJay had gotten them. "What you expected?"
dk hadn't said a word since his orgasm. he didn't know how to put his feelings into words. he was so grateful to SirJay for His kindness and His patience, but he also felt guilt; not the guilt of having had a sexual experience, but the guilt that he had done nothing but "take" in this time together. He "owed" SirJay. What, he didn't know. A blowjob? Bootlicking? he realized he was clueless in figuring out how to settle his debt to SirJay.
SirJay nudged him. "It's almost 10:00. You'd better call your friend. I've gotta run upstairs and let the dogs in for the night. I'll be back in a few minutes."
dk pulled his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and dialed Keith. Again, no answer but he left the message that all was fine and even let Keith know that he'd had a really good time and would talk to him tomorrow. he could hear SirJay walking around upstairs and thought he should join him so headed over to the stairs leading to the living room. When he got to the bottom of the staircase he realized that there was a second room off to the other side of the basement almost as large as the room in which they'd spent their time that evening.
A series of track lights shone on racks and racks of clothing. Almost all of it was black and shiny. There were probably a dozen leather shirts, another dozen pairs of leather jeans, jumpsuits, uniforms, jackets, and an almost identical number of all these items in beautiful shiny latex and rubber. Along the floor were countless pairs of boots in varying heights, highly polished and glimmering under the track lights.
Without even thinking about it dk wandered into this room and began to touch each item feeling a thrill as he touched them, feeling a hunger to try them all on, a deeper hunger to see each of them on SirJay. He crouched by some leather boots that must have gone all the way to SirJay's crotch and imagined himself on all fours licking them clean as his service to SirJay. It was intoxicating.
dk stood and continued his way around the room. In the back corner he saw the one set of items that scared him the most. It was SirJay's collection of straitjackets. He recognized each and every one of the six leather jackets, having studied them countless times in SirJay's pics. Like SirJay they were even more handsome in person. he reached out to touch the first jacket, a simple one with just a few straps dangling.
"I see you found my favorite fetish!" he hadn't heard SirJay come back down and stumbled a step back. he could feel the heat on his cheeks. "Want to try one on?"
"No, Sir, I was just looking. They're beautiful."
SirJay stepped past him and pulled the jacket from its wooden hanger. "Much more beautiful when worn than just hanging here." He gave the jacket a little shake to get the belts to hang freely then reversed it so that it was held open in front of dk. dk began to shake a bit and crossed his arms in front of himself, trying to dispel a chill that was taking over his body. SirJay dropped the jacket on a sturdy chair that sat in the middle of the dressing room and came over and give dk a reassuring hug. "Too much?"
"Yes, Sir." he began to calm a bit with those huge hairy arms around him. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Sorry? Nah. Fuck that. No 'sorry' necessary. A straitjacket is a pretty intense piece for a newbie. Takes a shitload of trust to give up that much control. No worries. None at all."
dk felt the chill leaving him and wanted to kick himself for being such a chicken. he may have missed his chance to try the one huge bondage fetish that truly intrigued him. SirJay let him go and retrieved the jacket from the chair, carefully rehanging it in its spot on the rack.
"Tell me more, Sir, about the feeling?"
SirJay turned back to him, a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face. "There is nothing like being strapped into a straitjacket. Nothing. It slides on so easily, and as the first few straps are tightened you feel that wonderful apprehension and excitement fill you. If it fits right it's almost comforting to feel enclosed and covered. You feel in some ways like you're protected."
SirJay turned back to the rack and pulled down an extremely elaborate jacket. This one had twice as many straps as any of the others as well as attached locking chastity shorts. SirJay handed it to dk. "Feel how heavy this is. That weight on you is bondage in itself. But as each and every strap is tightened you slowly come to realize that every single percentage of your control is being taken away. Each strap can be locked in place thereby enhancing the total experience. It's...." SirJay's voice trailed off and He took a deep breath.
dk realized that SirJay was describing His own feelings, His own love of the jacket. dk could also see SirJay's erection beneath the leather jeans.
"Show me."
"Are you sure? You really want to try the jacket on, boy?"
"No, Sir. I want to see You in the jacket, Sir."
SirJay gave dk a puzzled look. "Really? Will that help? What the fuck! Sure! Why not! We all start somewhere and if you see how it works from the 'outside' you'll probably have a lot less fear being on the 'inside.'"
SirJay kicked off his boots, removed his leather jeans, and stripped off his t-shirt. His naked hairy body was just slightly damp from sweat. His semi-hard dick and hairy balls were mesmerizing. dk felt an urge to drop to his knees and lick the entire surface. But he held the jacket before him, copying SirJay's gesture, inviting SirJay to step in.
SirJay explained things to dk as he stepped forward. "This jacket was actually built for me back when I was your age. Back when I was a 'boy' like you. The attached shorts are cruel to say the least, as the jacket-wearer has to put his cock inside the restraining pouch." He laughed. "Many a time I tried to hump the frigging floor while wearing this jacket."
He stepped inside the shorts first, adjusting his cock and balls inside the locking pouch. dk pulled the zippers up on the pouch and held the rest of the jacket open for SirJay to enter. SirJay obliged by puttingHhis arms deep inside the sleeves. "This is really when you feel the first 'tingle', the first 'threat' that you've given up a good chunk of control."
"At this point you pull the jacket up over the shoulders and zip the long zipper from just behind My nuts to the top of My neck." dk did just that. At the top of the neck he snapped the collar shut.
"It should be fairly clear how the straps go from here. There's a series of six straps that get buckled across the back. Each one can be locked, although trust Me, by now the 'victim' couldn't undo the straps if he wanted to." dk started buckling the straps quickly. "Slow down, son! This is half the fun. Let the guy inside the jacket feel the slow pulling of the straps and the slow loss of control. It's like a seductive strip-tease but in reverse." dk slowed down as instructed and heard what he thought was a little grunt from SirJay.
"Not so bad, eh? The next belt is the one of the best. This wide one around the waist can be cinched very tight. And with the multiple D-rings on it the belt becomes a nice anchor spot for other possibilities." dk worked quietly and with a heavy hand to cinch this belt as tightly as his young muscles would allow.
SirJay took a deep breath, or as deep as He could and admired dk's work. "The last step is the critical one. With this jacket you lace the arms through a loop up front and another on each side, then pull the straps to the back where they buckle together. THIS is what makes it a real straitjacket ride. Your arms cross in front, hugging yourself, and there is a moment of clarity where you realize you are truly fucked. You are not getting free until someone lets you free. Period."
dk came around to the front and did just as he'd been instructed, again not in haste but with slow precision. SirJay seemed to be watching almost in a tutorial fashion, making sure dk understood his instructions, but dk could also see that SirJay was becoming more and more aroused, his voice becoming thicker and thicker. he walked behind SirJay and quite efficiently did the last strap effectively trapping SirJay's arms in the self-hug of a heavy leather straitjacket.
"Well done! See! Not so bad. Not so scary. And trust me, the feeling is unlike any other." SirJay chuckled. "I'd forgotten how well this straitjacket fit Me. And you know from the pics there's a hood that attaches. And titflaps. And DAMN! Okay, kiddo, time to let Me out, and let's see if you're ready to give it a try." SirJay gave a little shiver and turned around to give a big grin in dk's direction. But dk was gone.
Seconds later the boy returned holding the very hood He had described. he had several other items dangling from his right hand, and his left hand held a fistful of padlocks. SirJay had a twinkle in His eyes, and another groan escaped involuntarily. Before SirJay could protest dk gave him a little shove and SirJay landed on his butt in the sturdy chair. dk quickly took two short leather straps and attached SirJay's biceps to the back of the chair.
"Fuck, son. God! Yes!"
From inside the hood dk pulled a locking ballgag which he quickly shoved inside SirJay's mouth, pulling it tight and locking it in place. And one by one, as slowly as SirJay had taught him, he padlocked each and every strap and zipper on the jacket.
Finally he took the hood that he knew from the pics would attach to the jacket and slid it over SirJay's head. It was a loose but thick leather hood with two grommets at the nostrils for breathing. dk zipped it shut. Six more padlocks attached the collar of the hood to the collar of the straitjacket. Each 'click' of the locks brought more groans from SirJay, more bucking of His hips as He tried to stimulate His own cock inside the chastity pouch.
Slowly dk ran his hands over the leather covered Man. SirJay was beginning to sink further into the chair. And dk proceeded to give back to this Man what he felt he owed Him. For the next hour dk used only his tongue, starting at the toes of the furry beast, licking Him, savoring Him, devouring Him.
he nuzzled into the thick leather crotch. he found the titflaps and buried his face in the Man's chest, licking and nibbling the nubs. he licked every inch of the leather covered Man he could reach.
Using a key he'd brought with him he unlocked the two padlocks holding the chastity pouch of the shorts. And he licked this beautiful Man's cock for all he was worth. SirJay began to buck in the chair, moaning inside the leather hood. Slowly dk lowered his mouth on to SirJay's beautiful cock and almost as quickly as dk himself had cum, SirJay shot his load in dk's mouth. dk could hear SirJay breathing hard above him but he kept his mouth tight on the cock, not letting a drop escape or go to waste. he was rewarded with several more spurts of hot cum.
dk swallowed the cum and slowly came off SirJay's cock. Above him SirJay's head hung heavy on his chest, clearly spent, clearly exhausted.
dk just sat back and admired this beautiful picture. he felt better than when he himself had cum.
it was a slow process undoing all the locks and straps and with each bit of freedom returned to SirJay dk wondered if he had overstepped the boundaries of boy/sub and Sir/Top. Even after he had removed the ballgag from SirJay there was no comment from Him.
As the last strap was undone and SirJay stepped from the chastity shorts, He took the jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. He turned toward dk and took the two short steps to him. His right hand reached up to the collar still locked on dk's neck. SirJay pulled the boy close to him and gave him a huge hug, whispering in his ear, "Yup. You definitely belong here. And it's definitely time you tried on a straitjacket, my boy!"
Discoveries, Part II
"So?" They were sitting on the edge of the bondage bed sharing a bottle of water SirJay had gotten them. "What you expected?"
dk hadn't said a word since his orgasm. he didn't know how to put his feelings into words. he was so grateful to SirJay for His kindness and His patience, but he also felt guilt; not the guilt of having had a sexual experience, but the guilt that he had done nothing but "take" in this time together. He "owed" SirJay. What, he didn't know. A blowjob? Bootlicking? he realized he was clueless in figuring out how to settle his debt to SirJay.
SirJay nudged him. "It's almost 10:00. You'd better call your friend. I've gotta run upstairs and let the dogs in for the night. I'll be back in a few minutes."
dk pulled his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and dialed Keith. Again, no answer but he left the message that all was fine and even let Keith know that he'd had a really good time and would talk to him tomorrow. he could hear SirJay walking around upstairs and thought he should join him so headed over to the stairs leading to the living room. When he got to the bottom of the staircase he realized that there was a second room off to the other side of the basement almost as large as the room in which they'd spent their time that evening.
A series of track lights shone on racks and racks of clothing. Almost all of it was black and shiny. There were probably a dozen leather shirts, another dozen pairs of leather jeans, jumpsuits, uniforms, jackets, and an almost identical number of all these items in beautiful shiny latex and rubber. Along the floor were countless pairs of boots in varying heights, highly polished and glimmering under the track lights.
Without even thinking about it dk wandered into this room and began to touch each item feeling a thrill as he touched them, feeling a hunger to try them all on, a deeper hunger to see each of them on SirJay. He crouched by some leather boots that must have gone all the way to SirJay's crotch and imagined himself on all fours licking them clean as his service to SirJay. It was intoxicating.
dk stood and continued his way around the room. In the back corner he saw the one set of items that scared him the most. It was SirJay's collection of straitjackets. He recognized each and every one of the six leather jackets, having studied them countless times in SirJay's pics. Like SirJay they were even more handsome in person. he reached out to touch the first jacket, a simple one with just a few straps dangling.
"I see you found my favorite fetish!" he hadn't heard SirJay come back down and stumbled a step back. he could feel the heat on his cheeks. "Want to try one on?"
"No, Sir, I was just looking. They're beautiful."
SirJay stepped past him and pulled the jacket from its wooden hanger. "Much more beautiful when worn than just hanging here." He gave the jacket a little shake to get the belts to hang freely then reversed it so that it was held open in front of dk. dk began to shake a bit and crossed his arms in front of himself, trying to dispel a chill that was taking over his body. SirJay dropped the jacket on a sturdy chair that sat in the middle of the dressing room and came over and give dk a reassuring hug. "Too much?"
"Yes, Sir." he began to calm a bit with those huge hairy arms around him. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Sorry? Nah. Fuck that. No 'sorry' necessary. A straitjacket is a pretty intense piece for a newbie. Takes a shitload of trust to give up that much control. No worries. None at all."
dk felt the chill leaving him and wanted to kick himself for being such a chicken. he may have missed his chance to try the one huge bondage fetish that truly intrigued him. SirJay let him go and retrieved the jacket from the chair, carefully rehanging it in its spot on the rack.
"Tell me more, Sir, about the feeling?"
SirJay turned back to him, a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face. "There is nothing like being strapped into a straitjacket. Nothing. It slides on so easily, and as the first few straps are tightened you feel that wonderful apprehension and excitement fill you. If it fits right it's almost comforting to feel enclosed and covered. You feel in some ways like you're protected."
SirJay turned back to the rack and pulled down an extremely elaborate jacket. This one had twice as many straps as any of the others as well as attached locking chastity shorts. SirJay handed it to dk. "Feel how heavy this is. That weight on you is bondage in itself. But as each and every strap is tightened you slowly come to realize that every single percentage of your control is being taken away. Each strap can be locked in place thereby enhancing the total experience. It's...." SirJay's voice trailed off and He took a deep breath.
dk realized that SirJay was describing His own feelings, His own love of the jacket. dk could also see SirJay's erection beneath the leather jeans.
"Show me."
"Are you sure? You really want to try the jacket on, boy?"
"No, Sir. I want to see You in the jacket, Sir."
SirJay gave dk a puzzled look. "Really? Will that help? What the fuck! Sure! Why not! We all start somewhere and if you see how it works from the 'outside' you'll probably have a lot less fear being on the 'inside.'"
SirJay kicked off his boots, removed his leather jeans, and stripped off his t-shirt. His naked hairy body was just slightly damp from sweat. His semi-hard dick and hairy balls were mesmerizing. dk felt an urge to drop to his knees and lick the entire surface. But he held the jacket before him, copying SirJay's gesture, inviting SirJay to step in.
SirJay explained things to dk as he stepped forward. "This jacket was actually built for me back when I was your age. Back when I was a 'boy' like you. The attached shorts are cruel to say the least, as the jacket-wearer has to put his cock inside the restraining pouch." He laughed. "Many a time I tried to hump the frigging floor while wearing this jacket."
He stepped inside the shorts first, adjusting his cock and balls inside the locking pouch. dk pulled the zippers up on the pouch and held the rest of the jacket open for SirJay to enter. SirJay obliged by puttingHhis arms deep inside the sleeves. "This is really when you feel the first 'tingle', the first 'threat' that you've given up a good chunk of control."
"At this point you pull the jacket up over the shoulders and zip the long zipper from just behind My nuts to the top of My neck." dk did just that. At the top of the neck he snapped the collar shut.
"It should be fairly clear how the straps go from here. There's a series of six straps that get buckled across the back. Each one can be locked, although trust Me, by now the 'victim' couldn't undo the straps if he wanted to." dk started buckling the straps quickly. "Slow down, son! This is half the fun. Let the guy inside the jacket feel the slow pulling of the straps and the slow loss of control. It's like a seductive strip-tease but in reverse." dk slowed down as instructed and heard what he thought was a little grunt from SirJay.
"Not so bad, eh? The next belt is the one of the best. This wide one around the waist can be cinched very tight. And with the multiple D-rings on it the belt becomes a nice anchor spot for other possibilities." dk worked quietly and with a heavy hand to cinch this belt as tightly as his young muscles would allow.
SirJay took a deep breath, or as deep as He could and admired dk's work. "The last step is the critical one. With this jacket you lace the arms through a loop up front and another on each side, then pull the straps to the back where they buckle together. THIS is what makes it a real straitjacket ride. Your arms cross in front, hugging yourself, and there is a moment of clarity where you realize you are truly fucked. You are not getting free until someone lets you free. Period."
dk came around to the front and did just as he'd been instructed, again not in haste but with slow precision. SirJay seemed to be watching almost in a tutorial fashion, making sure dk understood his instructions, but dk could also see that SirJay was becoming more and more aroused, his voice becoming thicker and thicker. he walked behind SirJay and quite efficiently did the last strap effectively trapping SirJay's arms in the self-hug of a heavy leather straitjacket.
"Well done! See! Not so bad. Not so scary. And trust me, the feeling is unlike any other." SirJay chuckled. "I'd forgotten how well this straitjacket fit Me. And you know from the pics there's a hood that attaches. And titflaps. And DAMN! Okay, kiddo, time to let Me out, and let's see if you're ready to give it a try." SirJay gave a little shiver and turned around to give a big grin in dk's direction. But dk was gone.
Seconds later the boy returned holding the very hood He had described. he had several other items dangling from his right hand, and his left hand held a fistful of padlocks. SirJay had a twinkle in His eyes, and another groan escaped involuntarily. Before SirJay could protest dk gave him a little shove and SirJay landed on his butt in the sturdy chair. dk quickly took two short leather straps and attached SirJay's biceps to the back of the chair.
"Fuck, son. God! Yes!"
From inside the hood dk pulled a locking ballgag which he quickly shoved inside SirJay's mouth, pulling it tight and locking it in place. And one by one, as slowly as SirJay had taught him, he padlocked each and every strap and zipper on the jacket.
Finally he took the hood that he knew from the pics would attach to the jacket and slid it over SirJay's head. It was a loose but thick leather hood with two grommets at the nostrils for breathing. dk zipped it shut. Six more padlocks attached the collar of the hood to the collar of the straitjacket. Each 'click' of the locks brought more groans from SirJay, more bucking of His hips as He tried to stimulate His own cock inside the chastity pouch.
Slowly dk ran his hands over the leather covered Man. SirJay was beginning to sink further into the chair. And dk proceeded to give back to this Man what he felt he owed Him. For the next hour dk used only his tongue, starting at the toes of the furry beast, licking Him, savoring Him, devouring Him.
he nuzzled into the thick leather crotch. he found the titflaps and buried his face in the Man's chest, licking and nibbling the nubs. he licked every inch of the leather covered Man he could reach.
Using a key he'd brought with him he unlocked the two padlocks holding the chastity pouch of the shorts. And he licked this beautiful Man's cock for all he was worth. SirJay began to buck in the chair, moaning inside the leather hood. Slowly dk lowered his mouth on to SirJay's beautiful cock and almost as quickly as dk himself had cum, SirJay shot his load in dk's mouth. dk could hear SirJay breathing hard above him but he kept his mouth tight on the cock, not letting a drop escape or go to waste. he was rewarded with several more spurts of hot cum.
dk swallowed the cum and slowly came off SirJay's cock. Above him SirJay's head hung heavy on his chest, clearly spent, clearly exhausted.
dk just sat back and admired this beautiful picture. he felt better than when he himself had cum.
it was a slow process undoing all the locks and straps and with each bit of freedom returned to SirJay dk wondered if he had overstepped the boundaries of boy/sub and Sir/Top. Even after he had removed the ballgag from SirJay there was no comment from Him.
As the last strap was undone and SirJay stepped from the chastity shorts, He took the jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. He turned toward dk and took the two short steps to him. His right hand reached up to the collar still locked on dk's neck. SirJay pulled the boy close to him and gave him a huge hug, whispering in his ear, "Yup. You definitely belong here. And it's definitely time you tried on a straitjacket, my boy!"
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Discoveries, Part I
I'm tired of laying on the sofa. It's been a month since I re-injured my back and nothing much seems to be helping. I've read enough books and even watched some bad TV on the internet, but somewhere in my silly little head the sex monster is still lurking. I guess that's a good sign. So sex monster decided to have another go at fiction. Hope you enjoy.
Discoveries, Part I
dk was always a bit nervous when he signed on to the chats. he wasn't particularly good at it for starters. he fumbled for the right words, felt like he sounded stupid and green, and he feared letting his real feelings and desires come through this impersonal forum. But he headed here when he felt the urges growing inside him, looking for some sort of connection to men he could trust and learn from.
One man always put him at ease, though: SirJay. Somehow their chats seemed to cut through some of the bullshit. SirJay was patient with him, seemed genuinely curious in his fears and limits, wasn't pushing him for some immediate pick-up, and when SirJay described some of His own adventures dk found himself drawn closer to the man. dk had checked around and found that SirJay was greatly respected in the local community as a no-nonsense, genuine, caring, funny, and creative Top. All of dk's friends encouraged him to give SirJay a try if the opportunity came up.
dk had looked at every single picture of SirJay's at his profile site. Actually he'd looked multiple times and whacked off to those pictures multiple times as well. One gallery in particular, "Straitjackets," made his head spin, his dick hard, his breathing short, and scared the snot out of him. he'd never told SirJay, but his greatest desire and his greatest fear related to someday having an opportunity to wear one of those beautiful leather straitjackets.
It was yet another lonely Friday night for dk when a request for a private chat from SirJay popped on the screen. dk clicked "ok." A message appeared:
--Good evening, dk!
--Good evening, Sir! Many thanks for the chat request. It really pleases me that you take the time to chat with me, Sir.
--That's very kind of you, boy. I enjoy it or I wouldn't do it! So what's up with you tonight?
--The same. Horny. LOL.
--Same here. As always. Feel like doing something about it?
dk gulped. his groin was already on fire. SirJay frequently hinted at him coming over and dk had very carefully avoided it, never insulting, and always letting SirJay know how flattered he was by the invites. Tonight the fire was raging very strong. he closed his eyes, typed, and hit "enter."
--yes, Sir.
there was a long pause and no reply. dk was about to pass out, wondering what he'd done wrong, holding his breath, wishing that he'd never sent that blasted message.
--I am so pleased, dk. I know how much courage it took for you to say that. I also know, lol, just how horny you must be! So I'm gonna make this as easy as possible. No big bullshit, no Master/slave protocols, but also no time to sit around and think. I'll send address and map to your e-mail. Come over now. Don't think about it. Don't second guess. Just do it. And here's my promise: we don't have to do a damn thing if you decide you don't want to. We can have a beer and take more time to get to know each other. Nothing more. Or we can explore a little bondage if you want. Nothing more. You'll know what's right when you get here. And I promise to listen to you. And respect. Yes? Let a friend know you're coming over here. Tell your friend you'll call at 10:00 to let him know you're okay. It's safer that way. And I won't be offended.
dk read the instant message three times. his email announced an incoming message. It was the map and address as promised.
--i'm on my way, Sir.
--good boy. you won't regret it.
dk printed the map, did a quick check in the mirror, brushed his teeth, grabbed his leather jacket, keys, phone and headed out. On the way over he called his friend Keith and left a message where he was headed and to expect a call from him at 10:00. he was sort of glad Keith hadn't answered. he was so nervous and really didn't want to talk. he knew he just needed to act on the impulse and take "the big step."
It took little time to find SirJay's house. It was a quiet middle-class neighborhood with simple bungalows lining the street. He parked outside the address given to him, took one big breath, and went to the front door. dk knew it was now or never. he had to address his fears and desires; he wanted this too badly to not just do it.
dk knocked and the door opened almost immediately. he damn near swooned when he saw SirJay for the first time in person. SirJay was so much better looking in person: a big man, a big smile, big hairy arms, dressed in leather jeans, leather boots, and a simple black t-shirt. He stretched his hand out to shake with dk, then pulled him into His arms giving him a warm, strong hug. One hand reached up to cup the back of dk's neck, reassuring, comforting, and causing dk's dick to strain in his blue jeans.
"Come on in! Or we'll have to get naked here and do it on the porch, kiddo!" His laugh was robust and warm. dk damn near melted.
SirJay pulled him into the living room shutting the door behind them and guided dk to sit next to him on a leather sofa dominating the small living room. dk took in his surroundings and saw a comfortable, tasteful home filled with quality furniture and some intriguing art. he hadn't really known what to expect, although he had wondered if the house would be totally given over to SirJay's dungeon needs.
SirJay watched dk's eyes take in everything, finally settling back on SirJay himself.
"Disappointed? Hoping there'd be a St. Andrews cross in here instead? Or a bed of nails? Or 5 boys locked in cages?" SirJay's eyes twinkled.
"No, Sir." he gulped. "Well, maybe, Sir."
SirJay laughed again, so freely. dk didn't feel that SirJay was making fun of him, but, as before, the laughter put him at ease, making him realize that most of his fears were baseless.
"All the gear, toys, clothing, furniture are in the basement. It's why I bought this house. I drove my real estate agent a bit crazy because every time she showed me a house the first thing I looked at was the basement."
dk smiled. he'd seen all the pics that SirJay had but didn't realize until now that they were taken in a basement setting.
"You wanna see? Get the 'full' tour, so to speak?" Without giving dk a chance to respond he pulled him to his feet and guided him to a door tucked in an alcove near the front door. SirJay pulled a key from His pocket and unlocked 3 deadbolts holding the door shut. "I've got thousands invested down here," he said "and I don't really give a good fuck if somebody wants to break in and steal the TV, but there's no way they're getting My gear!"
He flicked on a light and let dk step in front of him. dk slowly descended the stairs with SirJay following, his hands resting lightly on dk's shoulders. It was the smell that hit him first. There was a mixture of heavy, musty leather, ripe latex and rubber, old cum. sweat, and hormones. dk took deliberate deep breaths, each one helping him to relax and grow even hornier.
At the bottom of the stairs SirJay nudged him to turn right. dk was awestruck. Here was all the equipment he'd seen in all the pictures. A bondage bed, a hanging cage, the St. Andrews cross, a bondage chair, a barbers chair with multiple straps. It went on and on. dk began to quiver and could feel his knees getting weak.
SirJay wrapped His beefy arms gently around dk's chest, standing behind him, and just whispered in his ear. "Too much, too soon, I know, but there's no easy way to show you just one thing at a time. And I won't use any of it, unless you tell Me you want to, that you're ready to try it."
dk felt stronger and was getting his breath back. "It's beautiful, Sir. And overwhelming."
SirJay laughed again and pulled dk toward the left wall. There were pegboards covered with every bondage device imaginable. dk wasn't even sure what some of the items were for. his eyes danced over the straps and cuffs and hoods and gags. "Anything in particular catch your eye, boy?" dk couldn't answer. he was intrigued by it all and afraid of most of it. SirJay pulled a simple black leather collar from the pegboard and held it out to dk. "Here. Just this. Feel it." dk took it in his trembling hands, felt how soft the leather was, saw the locking buckle, and felt the urge in himself to wear it. SirJay took it back from him, stepped behind him and placed the collar on dk, pulling the leather strap through the buckle firmly, but not too tight. He reached to the pegboard and pulled down a small padlock, inserting the hasp through the locking mechanism and clicking it shut.
dk turned around to face SirJay and buried his face in the Man's chest. "You've never really done this, have you, son."
"No, Sir."
"Well, welcome to my world. I'm pretty sure you belong here."
For the next hour SirJay and dk played. And truly it was like play. No sexual pressure. SirJay showed him how each piece of equipment worked, allowed dk to try on various items like wrist cuffs, blindfolds, gags. dk even got the nerve to try on one of the leather hoods. As SirJay laced it on him dk could feel his dick growing very hard and he started to get very short of breath again. This time, however, SirJay didn't back off, finishing the lacing then attaching a blindfold to the hood. SirJay didn't insert the gag that went with the hood. He knew it would be too much too soon for the boy.
SirJay quickly placed locking cuffs on the boy's wrists and attached them to nearby poles leaving dk stretched completely out. He undid the waist of the boy's jeans, unzipped them, and started to stroke the dripping boycock. In a matter of seconds dk quivered throughout his body and shot a huge load. he was gasping for air as SirJay continued to slowly stroke several smaller loads from the boy.
SirJay carefully removed the hood and the wrist cuffs, leaving the locked collar in place and held the boy in a tight hug. "Yup. I'm pretty sure you belong here."
Part II tomorrow. I promise!
Discoveries, Part I
dk was always a bit nervous when he signed on to the chats. he wasn't particularly good at it for starters. he fumbled for the right words, felt like he sounded stupid and green, and he feared letting his real feelings and desires come through this impersonal forum. But he headed here when he felt the urges growing inside him, looking for some sort of connection to men he could trust and learn from.
One man always put him at ease, though: SirJay. Somehow their chats seemed to cut through some of the bullshit. SirJay was patient with him, seemed genuinely curious in his fears and limits, wasn't pushing him for some immediate pick-up, and when SirJay described some of His own adventures dk found himself drawn closer to the man. dk had checked around and found that SirJay was greatly respected in the local community as a no-nonsense, genuine, caring, funny, and creative Top. All of dk's friends encouraged him to give SirJay a try if the opportunity came up.
dk had looked at every single picture of SirJay's at his profile site. Actually he'd looked multiple times and whacked off to those pictures multiple times as well. One gallery in particular, "Straitjackets," made his head spin, his dick hard, his breathing short, and scared the snot out of him. he'd never told SirJay, but his greatest desire and his greatest fear related to someday having an opportunity to wear one of those beautiful leather straitjackets.
It was yet another lonely Friday night for dk when a request for a private chat from SirJay popped on the screen. dk clicked "ok." A message appeared:
--Good evening, dk!
--Good evening, Sir! Many thanks for the chat request. It really pleases me that you take the time to chat with me, Sir.
--That's very kind of you, boy. I enjoy it or I wouldn't do it! So what's up with you tonight?
--The same. Horny. LOL.
--Same here. As always. Feel like doing something about it?
dk gulped. his groin was already on fire. SirJay frequently hinted at him coming over and dk had very carefully avoided it, never insulting, and always letting SirJay know how flattered he was by the invites. Tonight the fire was raging very strong. he closed his eyes, typed, and hit "enter."
--yes, Sir.
there was a long pause and no reply. dk was about to pass out, wondering what he'd done wrong, holding his breath, wishing that he'd never sent that blasted message.
--I am so pleased, dk. I know how much courage it took for you to say that. I also know, lol, just how horny you must be! So I'm gonna make this as easy as possible. No big bullshit, no Master/slave protocols, but also no time to sit around and think. I'll send address and map to your e-mail. Come over now. Don't think about it. Don't second guess. Just do it. And here's my promise: we don't have to do a damn thing if you decide you don't want to. We can have a beer and take more time to get to know each other. Nothing more. Or we can explore a little bondage if you want. Nothing more. You'll know what's right when you get here. And I promise to listen to you. And respect. Yes? Let a friend know you're coming over here. Tell your friend you'll call at 10:00 to let him know you're okay. It's safer that way. And I won't be offended.
dk read the instant message three times. his email announced an incoming message. It was the map and address as promised.
--i'm on my way, Sir.
--good boy. you won't regret it.
dk printed the map, did a quick check in the mirror, brushed his teeth, grabbed his leather jacket, keys, phone and headed out. On the way over he called his friend Keith and left a message where he was headed and to expect a call from him at 10:00. he was sort of glad Keith hadn't answered. he was so nervous and really didn't want to talk. he knew he just needed to act on the impulse and take "the big step."
It took little time to find SirJay's house. It was a quiet middle-class neighborhood with simple bungalows lining the street. He parked outside the address given to him, took one big breath, and went to the front door. dk knew it was now or never. he had to address his fears and desires; he wanted this too badly to not just do it.
dk knocked and the door opened almost immediately. he damn near swooned when he saw SirJay for the first time in person. SirJay was so much better looking in person: a big man, a big smile, big hairy arms, dressed in leather jeans, leather boots, and a simple black t-shirt. He stretched his hand out to shake with dk, then pulled him into His arms giving him a warm, strong hug. One hand reached up to cup the back of dk's neck, reassuring, comforting, and causing dk's dick to strain in his blue jeans.
"Come on in! Or we'll have to get naked here and do it on the porch, kiddo!" His laugh was robust and warm. dk damn near melted.
SirJay pulled him into the living room shutting the door behind them and guided dk to sit next to him on a leather sofa dominating the small living room. dk took in his surroundings and saw a comfortable, tasteful home filled with quality furniture and some intriguing art. he hadn't really known what to expect, although he had wondered if the house would be totally given over to SirJay's dungeon needs.
SirJay watched dk's eyes take in everything, finally settling back on SirJay himself.
"Disappointed? Hoping there'd be a St. Andrews cross in here instead? Or a bed of nails? Or 5 boys locked in cages?" SirJay's eyes twinkled.
"No, Sir." he gulped. "Well, maybe, Sir."
SirJay laughed again, so freely. dk didn't feel that SirJay was making fun of him, but, as before, the laughter put him at ease, making him realize that most of his fears were baseless.
"All the gear, toys, clothing, furniture are in the basement. It's why I bought this house. I drove my real estate agent a bit crazy because every time she showed me a house the first thing I looked at was the basement."
dk smiled. he'd seen all the pics that SirJay had but didn't realize until now that they were taken in a basement setting.
"You wanna see? Get the 'full' tour, so to speak?" Without giving dk a chance to respond he pulled him to his feet and guided him to a door tucked in an alcove near the front door. SirJay pulled a key from His pocket and unlocked 3 deadbolts holding the door shut. "I've got thousands invested down here," he said "and I don't really give a good fuck if somebody wants to break in and steal the TV, but there's no way they're getting My gear!"
He flicked on a light and let dk step in front of him. dk slowly descended the stairs with SirJay following, his hands resting lightly on dk's shoulders. It was the smell that hit him first. There was a mixture of heavy, musty leather, ripe latex and rubber, old cum. sweat, and hormones. dk took deliberate deep breaths, each one helping him to relax and grow even hornier.
At the bottom of the stairs SirJay nudged him to turn right. dk was awestruck. Here was all the equipment he'd seen in all the pictures. A bondage bed, a hanging cage, the St. Andrews cross, a bondage chair, a barbers chair with multiple straps. It went on and on. dk began to quiver and could feel his knees getting weak.
SirJay wrapped His beefy arms gently around dk's chest, standing behind him, and just whispered in his ear. "Too much, too soon, I know, but there's no easy way to show you just one thing at a time. And I won't use any of it, unless you tell Me you want to, that you're ready to try it."
dk felt stronger and was getting his breath back. "It's beautiful, Sir. And overwhelming."
SirJay laughed again and pulled dk toward the left wall. There were pegboards covered with every bondage device imaginable. dk wasn't even sure what some of the items were for. his eyes danced over the straps and cuffs and hoods and gags. "Anything in particular catch your eye, boy?" dk couldn't answer. he was intrigued by it all and afraid of most of it. SirJay pulled a simple black leather collar from the pegboard and held it out to dk. "Here. Just this. Feel it." dk took it in his trembling hands, felt how soft the leather was, saw the locking buckle, and felt the urge in himself to wear it. SirJay took it back from him, stepped behind him and placed the collar on dk, pulling the leather strap through the buckle firmly, but not too tight. He reached to the pegboard and pulled down a small padlock, inserting the hasp through the locking mechanism and clicking it shut.
dk turned around to face SirJay and buried his face in the Man's chest. "You've never really done this, have you, son."
"No, Sir."
"Well, welcome to my world. I'm pretty sure you belong here."
For the next hour SirJay and dk played. And truly it was like play. No sexual pressure. SirJay showed him how each piece of equipment worked, allowed dk to try on various items like wrist cuffs, blindfolds, gags. dk even got the nerve to try on one of the leather hoods. As SirJay laced it on him dk could feel his dick growing very hard and he started to get very short of breath again. This time, however, SirJay didn't back off, finishing the lacing then attaching a blindfold to the hood. SirJay didn't insert the gag that went with the hood. He knew it would be too much too soon for the boy.
SirJay quickly placed locking cuffs on the boy's wrists and attached them to nearby poles leaving dk stretched completely out. He undid the waist of the boy's jeans, unzipped them, and started to stroke the dripping boycock. In a matter of seconds dk quivered throughout his body and shot a huge load. he was gasping for air as SirJay continued to slowly stroke several smaller loads from the boy.
SirJay carefully removed the hood and the wrist cuffs, leaving the locked collar in place and held the boy in a tight hug. "Yup. I'm pretty sure you belong here."
Part II tomorrow. I promise!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Topsy-Turvy: Guest Story!
Topsy-Turvy
A story based on true events
bondageboygreg
(My sincere thanks to bondageboygreg for submitting this story to me. Sounds like he had a helluva good ride! He did NOT submit the necessary photos to document his weekend so I provided a couple that come close to his descriptions! I've already started his "book of punishments")
It was time to do something. Not enough Masters/Tops in a boy/bottom world. At least in these parts. Tired of the same ole, same ole games in the bars and on the internet: Lots of initial interest but little and sometimes disappointing follow through. And tired of traveling far and wide for always unpredictable results. But what to do?
Who knows better what a bottom needs than another bottom? This boy would escape the bottom lament and start teaching another bottom how to top and play for his pleasure! Time for a new, different kind of leatherman. The Bottom Top. No, not just a hesitant or disinterested “switch,” but a bottom who truly finds satisfaction in giving satisfaction to another bottom.
My first pupil was a fellow bondage bottom whom I often commiserated with about the inability to find a good Master/Top when needed, which in my fantasies is several times a week, but realistically, usually once every week or two. What Tops ordinarily call a “pushy bottom” --that is – directing play from the submissive role, would be the means by which “Sir Bottom,” as I came to call my friend, would learn the ropes from me. Sir Bottom would learn to top me and other bottoms by my giving him directions on what to do while doing it to me.
This former 100 per cent bottom, after several months of basic training, moved to a very solid 60/40. He thanked me profusely because he also had become discouraged of finding a good Top from the local scene and would now use his knowledge to help other bottoms too in order to continue to enjoy scratching his strong bottom side. But first a “thank you” for me.
Sir Bottom called me at work one day and ordered me to his condo for a Friday night-Saturday morning scene. He said he wanted to show his appreciation to me and had some surprises in store. With the weekend ahead, and free of obligations for both of us, the formerly passive bottom said to report promptly at 8:00 p.m. to his “dungeon.” Sir Bottom said he was going to put boy in “hood to feet leather encapsulation” and immobilize me. Then he said teasingly, “That’s just for starters!”
I arrived at his place a few minutes late Friday evening because of traffic. When he opened the door he was standing there in leather cap, open leather jacket revealing a harness, leather pants, codpiece and polished black boots. He said “You’re late boy, I told you 8:00 p.m sharp!” He let me in, and in a show of irritation for my tardiness, forcefully closed the door and deadbolted it. He then ordered me to strip off everything right there in his foyer except for my socks, fold my clothes neatly and leave them at the door. Then I was to put on the hood with locking collar, the leather gloves, and the wrist cuffs he had laying at the door. Then I was to kneel and await his orders.
I had to hold back from smiling and acting bemused at my trainee, this former submissive speaking so dominantly. But I answered with the sincerest “Yes Sir!” I could muster, followed orders, stripped and folded my clothes in a neat pile at the door. Then I put on the hood, which had pinhole eyelets, wide-open nose flap, and a half-dollar sized grommet hole at the mouth. I then buckled and locked on the hood’s neck strap making any attempt on my part to get out of the hood impossible. Next there was a pair of tight leather gloves. Finally, I put on the cuffs, which had about a foot length of chain between them and ratcheted them locked. I knelt down and now I was his.
Sir Bottom, sensing I had finished my preparation, ordered me to crawl on all fours into his living room. I did so, the short cuff chain slowing my progress across the room. Through the hood’s pinholes I could see the shadowy figure of Sir sitting in a winged-back chair, he had dimmed his lights very low, had lit several candles around the room and had classical music playing at very low volume in the background. These were touches he obviously added from his own experience with other Tops that he submitted to.
Approaching the chair, he ordered me into a submissive position at his boots for inspection. He ran his leather-gloved hands over my body from head to hole, pausing momentarily at the grommet hole pushing a gloved finger through it for me to suck and test my gag reflex, moving them down to my nips to tweak and gently twist them and then on to my hole to tease it with gloved fingers. He kept repeating “Good boy.” Then then shoved my hooded face into his codpiece and told me to lick it through the mouth grommet and then work down to the end of his boots.
The training worked! I was getting into the spirit of this and my dick was turning harder than it had been in quite some time and dripping from the sheer novelty of being at the mercy of this bottom boy turned ever more convincing Top.
After tongue bathing his boots, Sir Bottom then stood up over me, straddling me with his booted feet and leathered legs and attached a leash to the hood collar. He then ordered me to follow him on all fours. He tugged on the leash and his directional tension on it lead me to his bedroom “dungeon.” He didn’t have black leather sheets, but he did have black linen sheets on his four poster bed and there appeared to be several black leather belts of various lengths hanging over the mattress sides, more candles spread around and a nighttable lamp to see what he needed to do.
He ordered me to get up from all fours and stand up against the side of the bed. He unlocked and removed the cuffs and the leash. The hood remained. He reached into his closet and pulled out something very heavy. The familiar, creaky sound told me it was made of leather. It was a sleepsack. He put it between me and the bed and ordered me to step into its footwell with my still socked feet and use the side of the bed for support. He placed a rubber bad between my legs that ran from my ankles to my knees. Sir then had me put my arms in the inner arm sleeves of the sleepsack. He reminded me that, like the leg between the legs, the pair of tight leather gloves I was wearing would prevent any skin-to-skin contact even between fingers intensifying the sensory deprivation. Again, supporting myself against the bed, he proceeded to fit the sleepsack over my shoulders and pull it together, tightly around the front. The sack had three zippers. One to completely close it, which he did, careful to tuck in my throbbing cock and not let it get caught in the process. No need to expose the cock and balls for now, he said, that would have to wait. He then positioned the other two zippers for such a time when he would expose my cock and balls.
He then lowered me horizontally to the bed, grabbing my feet and centering them and me on the bed and over the belts. He tucked a pillow under my head. He then straddled me, laced the sleepsack’s drawstrings through the rings, cinched it tight and snapped closed the collar button around the neck. Sir then proceeded to fasten the several previously positioned belts on the bed snugly around the sleepsack,but not too tight to cause any ciruclation problems or annoying pressure points. He then got off the bed and clipped on four chains from the base of the bed’s four posts to four D-rings, two at the shoulders and two at the feet of the sleepsack. I wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
When he was finished Sir climbed back on the bed and straddled me and shimmied his crotch forward to my hood’s grommet hole and pressed the head of his dick against it. “Lick it clean boy,” he demanded. I did my best to get tongue through the grommet hole on his cock’s head and could taste his pre-cum. I felt him move back away and he stretched himself over me. I next felt his tongue through the grommet hole and I embraced it with my lips. “Comfy boy?”, he asked. “Yes Sir,” I responded. “Too warm or hot in there boy? he asked. No, Sir, very comfortable. Thank you Sir.” I said. “Is this goodnight Sir?” I asked. Big mistake.
Sir laughed and said “Hardly boy.” Sir Bottom was far from finished. He slipped a blindfold over the pinhole eyelets of the hood leaving me totally encapsulated in the leather blackness.
Then I felt Sir zip open the two opposing cock zippers and pull out my still hard cock and balls. I felt them being placed into something like a wet cock ring and ball stretcher. Then I felt a tingle, then a stronger one, then a “ZAP” and then another, and another and another in gatlein gun fashion, each on increasingly sharper then the one before as I began to moan and fight against the pain and against my bonds. I began to work up a sweat. Then the electro stopped just as abruptly as it begun. “Just wanted you to cook and stew a little, boy, in order to bond with your leather cocoon “. He was right, I could feel the sweat and the leather mixing to form a slippery lubricant, especially inside the hood, that made the leather mold to my skin and seem more a part of me.
Sir removed the tens unit electro rings and snapped into place a combination leather cock strap and ball stretcher. He tucked the package back in the sack and closed the zipper. Now, I thought to myself, he’ll leave me in my leather cocoon for the night. Wrong! Next he did something I didn’t expect. What I was to learn later was, he put a pair of noise reducing earphones over my ears. For now they were connected to a lapel I-pod clipped to the sleepsack playing ambient pathways music - music to have bondage by. Later, the music would finish and the noise limiting capability would filter out all but the loudest of noises. Nice touch I thought to myself within my dark, leather world.
And here came the biggest surprise of all. During our training sessions, Sir Bottom had learned during our months of training that I had difficulties keeping my sinuses clear through long bondage immobilizations due to allergies. It sometimes cut short what was otherwise planned as an all-nighter. He removed the noise limiting earphones for a moment and explained to me he had a solution to my stuffy nose woes. I felt something going over the open nose area of the hood and a harness of some kind going over my head. I then felt a rush of room temperature air filling my nose. Sir Bottom ordered me to part my lips inside the hood. A rush of air came out through the grommet hole. “Good, it’s working” he said with enthusiasm in his voice. He somehow came into possession of what is called a “C-pap machine” a medical device used by those who suffer from sleep apnea. This version had a mask that fits over the nose only and was held in place by a head harness. It blows pressurized air into the nostrils to keep both the nose and the throat open for easy breathing. The added bonus is it has a filter, which filters out the allergens and particulates that cause nighttime stuffiness.
This wasn’t “breath control.” It was a solution that would allow for long-term, comfortable breathing through a night of bondage without worry about one’s nostrils plugging up and causing panic or worse. And if it were to stop working, the grommet hole the size of a half-dollar still afforded mouth breathing. He mentioned he had another c-pap airhose that we didn’t try this night, one that he fitted to allow the introduction of an occasional hit of poppers to make things even more interesting if desired.
As Sir Bottom began to replace the earphones he announced with finality: “Now you’re ready to take your all-night cocoon trip boy! I’m going out in the living room for awhile, but there’s a monitor here on the nightstand…grunt and holler for me if you need me. I’ll be back later. Good Night.”
I’ve always felt sleepsacks were a misnomer. Especially when fully hooded and blindfolded, they are hard to stay asleep in for long periods of time. But now I felt like I’ve never felt before in a sleepsack. Comfortably encased, and breathing so very easily with the c-pap providing clean, pure air.
I was finally alone in my dark, sensory deprivation cocoon. I couldn’t see anything but blackness. I couldn’t hear anything except the bondage music through the earphones (which would be turned off, I learned, in a couple of hours leaving me in total hearing deprivation). I couldn’t even smell anything because the machine was filtering out all odors. And I could only feel the barest of sensations being hooded, gloved, socked and encased in leather
When cocooned, I usually concentrate on the rhythm of my breathing and sometimes count down from 100 to 1 to help put myself into subspace. I did both those things and slowly started floating away. Some time later I dozed off more quickly than usual. I woke briefly at one point sensing Sir’s return and comforting closeness as he climbed into bed alongside of me, rubbing the hood so I knew he was there and slinging a leg over my sacked body.
I don’t know when it happened as one loses track of time when cocooned, but I did wake up once again with significant phlegm in my throat and began to cough. Sir Bottom was right there alongside me as promised and as I had taught him to be for a helpless bondage bottom. He removed the c-pap mask and the quick release D rings on the sleepsack’s shoulders to raise my head up and helped me clear my throat and expel the phlegm through the grommet hole. He gave me a significant drink of water by straw through the grommet hole to replenish loss of fluids because of the sweating. He was correct about the filtering capabilities of the c-pap machine. While the mask was off, a strong rush of mixed, intoxicating, erotic leather aroma entered my nostrils. When he put the mask back on, the aroma disappeared..
I settled back down again for the rest of the night drifting back and forth between subspace and sleep. I woke up once more thinking it must be dawn for I was getting that urge to get out…you know, it’s not bondage till you want out! I began testing the limits of my mobility and testing the inescapablity of my leather prison by pressing against it in every possible way, wanting to get out, but not really wanting to get out.
After what seemed hours after that, (later I learned it was around 7:00 a.m.) Sir stirred me. He removed the earphones and said the ride was over and it was time for HIM to get HIS reward! (The truth is that after a night of immobilized frustration, when Sir gets what HE wants, boy is going to get what he wants too!) He unattached me from the c-pap machine, removed the blindfold, and released me from the sleepsack. He removed the hood, now wet with sweat, from my head and replaced it with a head harness and snap-on blindfold. He permitted me to piss into a large soft drink cup to relieve myself. The cock strap restricted the flow just enough to make me feel the resistance. My night of sensory deprivation had made me so compliant that I would have drunk it if ordered to Fortunately, he didn’t try to make me drink it!
He then spread-eagled me back on the bed nude with four leather restraints, attaching them to the chains, and began attaching clothespins to my nipples, ten across each side and up and down my outstretched inner arms. He then did something I had specifically trained him to do for me, which I find particularly erotic. He threaded a cat gut shoelace from knee-high boots around my chest a couple times around, and tightened and tied it over the clothespins in a fashion that pressed the ends of the biting clothespins down FLAT on my chest, increasing the intensity of the bite on the nipples. This really turns me on!
He straddled me and took my cock and balls behind him in one hand, which had been ringed and stretched all night, and began to sqeeze massage and roll them. He then made me take his cock in my mouth and work it long, the thrusting growing moment by moment. His weight occasionally came down on the already pressed down clothespins, which turned my nips into an inferno. He used his other hand to pinch my nostrils shut for a mild breath control, After working his cock long and hard he groaned loudly, removed his cock from my mouth, and shot his load over my face and chest. He then brought me to a fierce, explosive release.
The clothepins needed to come off now…one by one…I cried out and strained against my bonds as each released pin gave a jolt of pain, adding to the afterglow of thousands of endorphins already running through my system.
“Good boy,” he said one last time. We laid there together for some time, Sir Bottom spooning me and gently rubbing down my inflamed nips and chest with a cool cloth.
We arose, showered, dressed, breakfasted and discussed the highlights of the scene and things we could improve on. Then it was time for me to return home and get some “genuine sleep” for the rest of the weekend ahead.
On the drive home I couldn’t believe what I had experienced at the hands of another bottom. To think all this started with the idea of turning fellow bondage bottoms into serviceable Tops for one another! What had I created?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The Selection
I'm still working SirTom. Promise! But this little gem got to burning inside me. Felt good to navigate away from the guys at the porn factory for a bit! Hope you enjoy.
The Selection
he's been a good boy for the last two weeks. Today has been the epitome of at least showing a change in behavior. I still worry that those changes haven't become ingrained, but good training takes time, and the boy deserves a reward, a positive reinforcement for his efforts. Dinner is completely his effort, from planning the menu, shopping, cooking, to serving Me throughout. I enjoy My meal immensely. he cleans up the table and kitchen quickly and quietly. he lights My cigar and kneels next to Me holding the ashtray, his head bowed appropriately.
***
Two weeks ago he'd completely stepped over the line, showing complete disrespect for Me. I'd invited two friends over.. We were to have dinner then spend a little time in our dungeon. Just Me and the friends. No boy. boy had shown his displeasure from the outset. he'd banged pots and pans while making dinner, begrudgingly served the dinner, and banged pots and pans in the kitchen while cleaning up. his little passive-aggressive pouting embarrassed Me in front of My friends. I saw them making quick glances at each other throughout the dinner.
Halfway through the cleanup I left the table, encouraging My friends to go ahead down to the dungeon. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the boy by the collar. Continuing his disrepect he left his hands dangling at his sides and had the audacity to look Me in the eye without permission. "This is totally unacceptable," I'd told him. In a whiny, childlike, hip-to-one-side motion, he continued his defiance. "Why?" became a 6 syllable excruciating sound exhaled from his pouting lips.
I'd wanted to slap him. I didn't. I'd whispered slowly and clearly, "Please leave the kitchen. Get in your cage in My bedroom. Padlock the door shut. Chain your collar to the ceiling of the cage so that you are unable to lie down. Think through the events of this evening and work out where My displeasure arises from. I will check in on you later."
***
Tonight he's a different boy, or at least I think he is. He's more focused, more attentive, and yes, more submissive. Is he acting the role, or living his calling? I can't be sure.
"Dinner was excellent, boy."
"Thank you, Sir."
I see a small shiver in his neck. The boy is pleased by My comment.
"Is the kitchen clean, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do I need to inspect, boy?"
"If Sir wishes."
"I believe boy."
I see the shiver again, slightly larger, traveling down his naked body.
"boy should go to the dungeon and wait for Me."
There's a tremor in his head. I know he wants to look up at Me. He doesn't move.
"Why does boy not follow My orders immediately?"
he takes a long time to answer. "boy doesn't believe he has earned this yet, Sir. what boy did was so bad he wouldn't blame Sir for never forgiving boy."
There is sincerity in his voice. His chin never lifts. I can see a quiver in his body. boy is near tears. I lift his chin. boy's eyes are still cast downward.
"boy should go to the dungeon. Select one item. One. Place it on the table. Then kneel in the middle of the dungeon and wait for Me. Sir will reward boy by using that one item on boy."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
boy leaves the dining room and heads for the dungeon. I give him plenty of time to make his selection, and to kneel, waiting for Me. I savor the cigar, and I think back to how W/we met.
***
MasterRon introduced us at the leather bar. He'd called Me and asked Me to show up that night. Said He wanted to introduce Me to someone special. That night the boy was wearing tight, ragged denims, tight white t-shirt, and cheap boots bought from the local Army surplus store. his hair was a crappy style a lot of younger guys were wearing. he was clearly a fire-cracker ready to explode. And totally unfocused. The boy eyed Me up and down and clearly liked what he saw. But there was a huge load of defiance in him. The boy took off shortly after the introduction, drawn by the possibility that better things existed for him elsewhere in the bar.
"he's a handful." MasterRon chuckled. "I thought you might like to take a crack at him."
"he is indeed a challenge. What's his story?"
"New to town. No real family. Works at a Jiffy Lube. Is here almost every night. I played with him a couple of times, but I've got no room in my schedule for another boy. Especially a boy who needs that much training."
"And you thought of Me?"
MasterRon snorted, "And No One else."
I'd recently removed the collar from a boy who needed to move on in his life. MasterRon knew my cage was empty. Later that night I felt the boy in the background, looking Me over. He finally made eye contact with Me and I motioned him over to where I stood.
"Tired of looking around?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you should come home with Me. And that could have happened three hours ago. But you had to look for that one guy who might be just a bit bigger or better than Me. Don't ever waste My time again. Do you understand?"
There was a flare in his eyes. Defiance mixed with testosterone. He clumsily bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Sir." The apology lacked an ounce of sincerity. The kid was horny and playing a game to get what he wanted. "Where's your car, boy?"
"No car. I walked."
"Let's go. You'll ride with Me."
***
I go upstairs and remove my boots and Levis putting on a harness and tall boots. I check the mirror. It is what I do that makes Me who I am, I remind myself. I wonder what the boy will have chosen as his one item for play this evening. A paddle? A flogger? A hood? The electro? The fucking machine? W/we've used them all. he's loved them all.
I go down to the dungeon. boy is kneeling in the center of the room, head bowed. I can see a smudge of wetness on his cheek. his dick is rigid.
"Has boy been playing with himself?"
"No, Sir." I believe him.
"Has boy masturbated once in the past two weeks?"
"No, Sir."
"Does boy believe that Sir has boy's best interests at heart?"
he does not answer immediately. Then, in a whisper, "Completely, Sir."
I walk to the table to see what the boy has chosen for Me to use. There in the center of the table is a simple glove. The left glove only. A policeman's wrist length glove. Light, supple, well-broken in. I am astounded at the boy's choice. he has made a selection well beyond what his training would suggest. My mind floods with the possibilities of how I might use it.
I walk to the boy, his head still bowed. "Is boy sure of his selection?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
Again he shivers, alive from the praise I've given sincerely.
I dangle the glove in front of his nose. "Smell, boy."
he takes a deep breath and I see his dick bounce a bit.
***
That first night together I flogged him mercilessly. I tied him to the St. Andrew's cross, gagged him, and flogged him to within an inch of his life. he screamed through the gag. I'd offered no safe words to him. he'd asked for none. The entire time, without ever touching it, his cock was rock hard, long strings of precum dripping to the dungeon floor. When I knew he'd gone over the edge of the cliff I stopped. I rubbed my hands gently on his back, slowly bringing him back to the here and now. And he shot his load. Without My ever touching his dick.
***
I slowly pull on the glove where I know that he can see Me doing it. he is transfixed. Hypnotized. his breathing is ragged. I see the first of his beautiful precum strings slowly drip from his boycock.
***
After cumming I let the boy free and held him in My arms. he sobbed uncontrollably. I knew it wasn't from the flogging, but the release of the real boy within. I took him to My bed and held him close. I asked simple questions about his life. he offered long stories in response. W/we talked until late morning, then fell asleep, him curled beside Me.
That afternoon I took him to the apartment he shared with some low-life. he packed up his few possessions and moved in with Me. That night I presented him with a contract. It was simple and straightforward. I would offer him the best training any potential boy might wish for. I would not abuse him. he would contribute as best he could to the household expenses. he would stop going to the bar unless he was with Me. he was to continue working. he would save money. he would perform household duties. he would perform sexual duties. he would trust me to give him the education he needed. he could void the contract at anytime and would be free to go.
It was a three month contract. he signed it. And training began.
***
I step behind the boy and slowly cover his mouth and nose with My gloved left hand. he breathes deeply through My spread fingers, inhaling the rich leather smell. It is his last breath for 30 seconds as I close my fingers and pinch his nostrils. Only at the very end do I feel a little struggle in him. his dick has grown even harder. More precum is puddling on the floor.
I pull the boy to his feet. he keeps his head down, his arms rigid behind him, high above his waist, completely submissive, completely comfortable in this position.
I run my left hand over his smooth torso inspecting the muscle growth he has gained while with Me. Cutting the alcohol from his diet has made him lean and strong. his skin is pliable and clear of blemishes. I feed him well and he eats like a horse. he dives into his new workout regiment without complaint and continually pushes himself to achieve more.
I grasp his right nipple and begin to toy with it between my leather-covered thumb and forefinger. It becomes taut. I move to his left nipple and repeat the process.
"I will pierce these soon, boy. Yes?"
"It would be an honor to have them pierced for You, Sir."
I move My left hand down his chest and over his abs. I carefully circumvent his dick and bring my gloved hand to his balls. It is cool in the dungeon and they are high and tight. I cup them allowing the warmth of the leather glove to relax them. I begin to stretch them, the leather gloved hand tight around them. he does not flinch.
***
Breaking the boy was the hardest thing I'd ever done. he had no clue what discipline was. he was out of control and spiraling downward, seemingly happy in that path. After three days his ass was black and blue from the paddlings I'd given him. he sassed me, fought me, argued with me, disobeyed me, and constantly challenged My decisions. he shirked his house-cleaning duties and was frequently late coming home from work. he spoke without being given permission, and expressed his dismay at not having sex multiple times a day. he told me he usually jerked off at least three times a day and that his sex life was a helluva lot better before he'd met me. he hung upside down from the ceiling for an hour for that comment.
After a week I presented him with the signed contract and told him I would be happy to tear it up if that was what he wished. he would be free to go.
***
I touch the tip of his dick gathering precum on the middle finger of My left hand. The leather is slimy and covered in his rich, salty juice. I place the finger to his lips. he does not move.
"Lick."
he needs no further encouragement. his tongue flicks quickly over the finger tasting his own precum mixed with the leather.
"Suck."
he devours My finger, hungry for it, and desperate to please Me.
***
The boy shook uncontrollably, as if he'd been plunged naked into a snowdrift, looking at the contract, then Me. he gulped air trying to hold back tears and muttered something I couldn't hear.
"Speak up, boy," I told him.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"I hate that phrase, boy, and you know it. Get honest. With Me and yourself. Either you want this or you don't. Either you trust Me or you don't."
"I trust You, Sir. I want this, Sir."
***
I pull the leathered finger from his mouth. I run My hand over his smooth head, first shaved the night he told Me he trusted me. With My left hand on his neck, cradling it, I pull him forward to My own left nipple.
"Lick."
The boy licks with a vengeance. I growl at the feeling of his tongue on Me. I revel in the fact that this once selfish boy, who saw himself as the center of the sexual universe, can now find satisfaction in serving My sexual needs. I guide the boy's head to My other nipple. he waits for the command.
"Lick."
The boy never wavers. He is totally focused on Me. When I growl or moan at the pleasure he brings Me, he takes a huge breath and dives into My furry chest with renewed vigor.
I pull a chair over to the center of the dungeon and sit. "Over My knee, boy."
boy does not hesitate. With hands still behind his back he places himself over My knee, his exposed ass in the air. he's learned to balance, perched precariously on tiptoe.
"Why does Sir spank boy?" I ask.
"To remind boy of his place. To punish boy when he has been bad or disobeyed Sir. To remind boy how much Sir cares for boy."
"Good boy."
***
We started over. This time around the boy took his training seriously. He progressed quickly and I rewarded him liberally. Too liberally, I wondered?
I structured his day down to the last minute. I taught him to see his cage as a refuge. I gave him books about BDSM to read. I quizzed him on his understanding of those resources I gave him permission to speak freely to Me each day, asking questions about the training, about his role, about his future. I made him study for his work so that he could advance beyond the simple tasks he was doing. I gave him 30 minutes a day on the computer to write in a journal. I allowed him a password on the document so that he could have that bit of privacy. I set his physical regiment. I taught him to cook. I shaved him. I collared him. W/we ceremoniously burned all his clothes except for his work uniforms. And I taught him to see sexuality as giving, not taking. He developed a hunger for My cock. He frequently went to his cage having not cum, but happy that I had rewarded him with My load. I could see happiness in his eye when he left for work. I could see greater happiness when he came home.
***
Using my left hand I caress the boy's smooth cheeks. I begin the process of a slow, erotic spanking. I stay far away from major pain levels. Still, the boy is squirming in My lap. I chuckle to Myself. This squirm is not from pain, but because with each smack I can feel his boycock rubbing against My left thigh. He will not last long, having not cum for two weeks.
***
I asked him to explain his horrid behavior toward My guests. he replied only that it would never happen again. he stoically accepted the savage beating I gave him for ruining the evening. he dove into his work and his duties. But I feared I had somehow snuffed out a little light inside him. That had never been My goal. I vowed to slowly rebuild him, allowing him to rebuild himself.
***
he's breathing hard now. I know he's close to cumming.
"Stand up, boy."
he hops to his feet, quickly assuming his submissive stance. I walk behind him and whisper in his ear, "you have pleased Me greatly. I want you to cum for Me, boy."
I reach around and grasp his dick with My leathered hand. I apply ever-increasing pressure and slowly begin to stroke. In no time the boy is gasping for air. I turn him toward the full length mirror on the wall.
"Lift your chin, boy. I want you to watch Me stroke you. I want you to know I care for you. I want you to see that in My eyes, boy."
I resume the slow stroking, staring at the boy in mirror. His eyes are focused on Mine. I see them begin to roll back in his head. I know he's on the point of shooting.
"Stay with Me, boy. Focus. Give your cum to Me, boy."
his eyes come back in focus. he is quivering all over. he is crying it is so painful. he explodes.
***
I allow him to sleep with me again. In the morning I awake to find him curled up clutching the hair on my chest. he opens his eyes, looks into Mine, blushes and lowers his chin.
"I have three questions, boy."
"Yes, Sir?"
"Why did you behave so badly when My friends came for dinner?"
"i was afraid, Sir. i was afraid that you didn't need me in Your life, that i was just a 'project' for You."
"Is that all?"
"i knew my contract was up soon, tomorrow in fact, and felt that You would be sure not to renew it."
I take time to absorb his answers.
"Why select the glove, boy?"
"So that i would be close to You, Sir, at least one more time, so that i would feel Your hand on me."
"I have one more question, boy."
"That would make four questions, Sir."
I laugh. "'Is that all?' doesn't count, smartass."
I feel his smile buried in my chest.
"Yes, Sir."
"What say you and I go make breakfast and then work on a new contract after W/we're done?"
"Yes, Sir!"
I smack his slightly pink buttocks and realize I am still wearing the leather glove.
The Selection
he's been a good boy for the last two weeks. Today has been the epitome of at least showing a change in behavior. I still worry that those changes haven't become ingrained, but good training takes time, and the boy deserves a reward, a positive reinforcement for his efforts. Dinner is completely his effort, from planning the menu, shopping, cooking, to serving Me throughout. I enjoy My meal immensely. he cleans up the table and kitchen quickly and quietly. he lights My cigar and kneels next to Me holding the ashtray, his head bowed appropriately.
***
Two weeks ago he'd completely stepped over the line, showing complete disrespect for Me. I'd invited two friends over.. We were to have dinner then spend a little time in our dungeon. Just Me and the friends. No boy. boy had shown his displeasure from the outset. he'd banged pots and pans while making dinner, begrudgingly served the dinner, and banged pots and pans in the kitchen while cleaning up. his little passive-aggressive pouting embarrassed Me in front of My friends. I saw them making quick glances at each other throughout the dinner.
Halfway through the cleanup I left the table, encouraging My friends to go ahead down to the dungeon. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the boy by the collar. Continuing his disrepect he left his hands dangling at his sides and had the audacity to look Me in the eye without permission. "This is totally unacceptable," I'd told him. In a whiny, childlike, hip-to-one-side motion, he continued his defiance. "Why?" became a 6 syllable excruciating sound exhaled from his pouting lips.
I'd wanted to slap him. I didn't. I'd whispered slowly and clearly, "Please leave the kitchen. Get in your cage in My bedroom. Padlock the door shut. Chain your collar to the ceiling of the cage so that you are unable to lie down. Think through the events of this evening and work out where My displeasure arises from. I will check in on you later."
***
Tonight he's a different boy, or at least I think he is. He's more focused, more attentive, and yes, more submissive. Is he acting the role, or living his calling? I can't be sure.
"Dinner was excellent, boy."
"Thank you, Sir."
I see a small shiver in his neck. The boy is pleased by My comment.
"Is the kitchen clean, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do I need to inspect, boy?"
"If Sir wishes."
"I believe boy."
I see the shiver again, slightly larger, traveling down his naked body.
"boy should go to the dungeon and wait for Me."
There's a tremor in his head. I know he wants to look up at Me. He doesn't move.
"Why does boy not follow My orders immediately?"
he takes a long time to answer. "boy doesn't believe he has earned this yet, Sir. what boy did was so bad he wouldn't blame Sir for never forgiving boy."
There is sincerity in his voice. His chin never lifts. I can see a quiver in his body. boy is near tears. I lift his chin. boy's eyes are still cast downward.
"boy should go to the dungeon. Select one item. One. Place it on the table. Then kneel in the middle of the dungeon and wait for Me. Sir will reward boy by using that one item on boy."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
boy leaves the dining room and heads for the dungeon. I give him plenty of time to make his selection, and to kneel, waiting for Me. I savor the cigar, and I think back to how W/we met.
***
MasterRon introduced us at the leather bar. He'd called Me and asked Me to show up that night. Said He wanted to introduce Me to someone special. That night the boy was wearing tight, ragged denims, tight white t-shirt, and cheap boots bought from the local Army surplus store. his hair was a crappy style a lot of younger guys were wearing. he was clearly a fire-cracker ready to explode. And totally unfocused. The boy eyed Me up and down and clearly liked what he saw. But there was a huge load of defiance in him. The boy took off shortly after the introduction, drawn by the possibility that better things existed for him elsewhere in the bar.
"he's a handful." MasterRon chuckled. "I thought you might like to take a crack at him."
"he is indeed a challenge. What's his story?"
"New to town. No real family. Works at a Jiffy Lube. Is here almost every night. I played with him a couple of times, but I've got no room in my schedule for another boy. Especially a boy who needs that much training."
"And you thought of Me?"
MasterRon snorted, "And No One else."
I'd recently removed the collar from a boy who needed to move on in his life. MasterRon knew my cage was empty. Later that night I felt the boy in the background, looking Me over. He finally made eye contact with Me and I motioned him over to where I stood.
"Tired of looking around?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you should come home with Me. And that could have happened three hours ago. But you had to look for that one guy who might be just a bit bigger or better than Me. Don't ever waste My time again. Do you understand?"
There was a flare in his eyes. Defiance mixed with testosterone. He clumsily bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Sir." The apology lacked an ounce of sincerity. The kid was horny and playing a game to get what he wanted. "Where's your car, boy?"
"No car. I walked."
"Let's go. You'll ride with Me."
***
I go upstairs and remove my boots and Levis putting on a harness and tall boots. I check the mirror. It is what I do that makes Me who I am, I remind myself. I wonder what the boy will have chosen as his one item for play this evening. A paddle? A flogger? A hood? The electro? The fucking machine? W/we've used them all. he's loved them all.
I go down to the dungeon. boy is kneeling in the center of the room, head bowed. I can see a smudge of wetness on his cheek. his dick is rigid.
"Has boy been playing with himself?"
"No, Sir." I believe him.
"Has boy masturbated once in the past two weeks?"
"No, Sir."
"Does boy believe that Sir has boy's best interests at heart?"
he does not answer immediately. Then, in a whisper, "Completely, Sir."
I walk to the table to see what the boy has chosen for Me to use. There in the center of the table is a simple glove. The left glove only. A policeman's wrist length glove. Light, supple, well-broken in. I am astounded at the boy's choice. he has made a selection well beyond what his training would suggest. My mind floods with the possibilities of how I might use it.
I walk to the boy, his head still bowed. "Is boy sure of his selection?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
Again he shivers, alive from the praise I've given sincerely.
I dangle the glove in front of his nose. "Smell, boy."
he takes a deep breath and I see his dick bounce a bit.
***
That first night together I flogged him mercilessly. I tied him to the St. Andrew's cross, gagged him, and flogged him to within an inch of his life. he screamed through the gag. I'd offered no safe words to him. he'd asked for none. The entire time, without ever touching it, his cock was rock hard, long strings of precum dripping to the dungeon floor. When I knew he'd gone over the edge of the cliff I stopped. I rubbed my hands gently on his back, slowly bringing him back to the here and now. And he shot his load. Without My ever touching his dick.
***
I slowly pull on the glove where I know that he can see Me doing it. he is transfixed. Hypnotized. his breathing is ragged. I see the first of his beautiful precum strings slowly drip from his boycock.
***
After cumming I let the boy free and held him in My arms. he sobbed uncontrollably. I knew it wasn't from the flogging, but the release of the real boy within. I took him to My bed and held him close. I asked simple questions about his life. he offered long stories in response. W/we talked until late morning, then fell asleep, him curled beside Me.
That afternoon I took him to the apartment he shared with some low-life. he packed up his few possessions and moved in with Me. That night I presented him with a contract. It was simple and straightforward. I would offer him the best training any potential boy might wish for. I would not abuse him. he would contribute as best he could to the household expenses. he would stop going to the bar unless he was with Me. he was to continue working. he would save money. he would perform household duties. he would perform sexual duties. he would trust me to give him the education he needed. he could void the contract at anytime and would be free to go.
It was a three month contract. he signed it. And training began.
***
I step behind the boy and slowly cover his mouth and nose with My gloved left hand. he breathes deeply through My spread fingers, inhaling the rich leather smell. It is his last breath for 30 seconds as I close my fingers and pinch his nostrils. Only at the very end do I feel a little struggle in him. his dick has grown even harder. More precum is puddling on the floor.
I pull the boy to his feet. he keeps his head down, his arms rigid behind him, high above his waist, completely submissive, completely comfortable in this position.
I run my left hand over his smooth torso inspecting the muscle growth he has gained while with Me. Cutting the alcohol from his diet has made him lean and strong. his skin is pliable and clear of blemishes. I feed him well and he eats like a horse. he dives into his new workout regiment without complaint and continually pushes himself to achieve more.
I grasp his right nipple and begin to toy with it between my leather-covered thumb and forefinger. It becomes taut. I move to his left nipple and repeat the process.
"I will pierce these soon, boy. Yes?"
"It would be an honor to have them pierced for You, Sir."
I move My left hand down his chest and over his abs. I carefully circumvent his dick and bring my gloved hand to his balls. It is cool in the dungeon and they are high and tight. I cup them allowing the warmth of the leather glove to relax them. I begin to stretch them, the leather gloved hand tight around them. he does not flinch.
***
Breaking the boy was the hardest thing I'd ever done. he had no clue what discipline was. he was out of control and spiraling downward, seemingly happy in that path. After three days his ass was black and blue from the paddlings I'd given him. he sassed me, fought me, argued with me, disobeyed me, and constantly challenged My decisions. he shirked his house-cleaning duties and was frequently late coming home from work. he spoke without being given permission, and expressed his dismay at not having sex multiple times a day. he told me he usually jerked off at least three times a day and that his sex life was a helluva lot better before he'd met me. he hung upside down from the ceiling for an hour for that comment.
After a week I presented him with the signed contract and told him I would be happy to tear it up if that was what he wished. he would be free to go.
***
I touch the tip of his dick gathering precum on the middle finger of My left hand. The leather is slimy and covered in his rich, salty juice. I place the finger to his lips. he does not move.
"Lick."
he needs no further encouragement. his tongue flicks quickly over the finger tasting his own precum mixed with the leather.
"Suck."
he devours My finger, hungry for it, and desperate to please Me.
***
The boy shook uncontrollably, as if he'd been plunged naked into a snowdrift, looking at the contract, then Me. he gulped air trying to hold back tears and muttered something I couldn't hear.
"Speak up, boy," I told him.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"I hate that phrase, boy, and you know it. Get honest. With Me and yourself. Either you want this or you don't. Either you trust Me or you don't."
"I trust You, Sir. I want this, Sir."
***
I pull the leathered finger from his mouth. I run My hand over his smooth head, first shaved the night he told Me he trusted me. With My left hand on his neck, cradling it, I pull him forward to My own left nipple.
"Lick."
The boy licks with a vengeance. I growl at the feeling of his tongue on Me. I revel in the fact that this once selfish boy, who saw himself as the center of the sexual universe, can now find satisfaction in serving My sexual needs. I guide the boy's head to My other nipple. he waits for the command.
"Lick."
The boy never wavers. He is totally focused on Me. When I growl or moan at the pleasure he brings Me, he takes a huge breath and dives into My furry chest with renewed vigor.
I pull a chair over to the center of the dungeon and sit. "Over My knee, boy."
boy does not hesitate. With hands still behind his back he places himself over My knee, his exposed ass in the air. he's learned to balance, perched precariously on tiptoe.
"Why does Sir spank boy?" I ask.
"To remind boy of his place. To punish boy when he has been bad or disobeyed Sir. To remind boy how much Sir cares for boy."
"Good boy."
***
We started over. This time around the boy took his training seriously. He progressed quickly and I rewarded him liberally. Too liberally, I wondered?
I structured his day down to the last minute. I taught him to see his cage as a refuge. I gave him books about BDSM to read. I quizzed him on his understanding of those resources I gave him permission to speak freely to Me each day, asking questions about the training, about his role, about his future. I made him study for his work so that he could advance beyond the simple tasks he was doing. I gave him 30 minutes a day on the computer to write in a journal. I allowed him a password on the document so that he could have that bit of privacy. I set his physical regiment. I taught him to cook. I shaved him. I collared him. W/we ceremoniously burned all his clothes except for his work uniforms. And I taught him to see sexuality as giving, not taking. He developed a hunger for My cock. He frequently went to his cage having not cum, but happy that I had rewarded him with My load. I could see happiness in his eye when he left for work. I could see greater happiness when he came home.
***
Using my left hand I caress the boy's smooth cheeks. I begin the process of a slow, erotic spanking. I stay far away from major pain levels. Still, the boy is squirming in My lap. I chuckle to Myself. This squirm is not from pain, but because with each smack I can feel his boycock rubbing against My left thigh. He will not last long, having not cum for two weeks.
***
I asked him to explain his horrid behavior toward My guests. he replied only that it would never happen again. he stoically accepted the savage beating I gave him for ruining the evening. he dove into his work and his duties. But I feared I had somehow snuffed out a little light inside him. That had never been My goal. I vowed to slowly rebuild him, allowing him to rebuild himself.
***
he's breathing hard now. I know he's close to cumming.
"Stand up, boy."
he hops to his feet, quickly assuming his submissive stance. I walk behind him and whisper in his ear, "you have pleased Me greatly. I want you to cum for Me, boy."
I reach around and grasp his dick with My leathered hand. I apply ever-increasing pressure and slowly begin to stroke. In no time the boy is gasping for air. I turn him toward the full length mirror on the wall.
"Lift your chin, boy. I want you to watch Me stroke you. I want you to know I care for you. I want you to see that in My eyes, boy."
I resume the slow stroking, staring at the boy in mirror. His eyes are focused on Mine. I see them begin to roll back in his head. I know he's on the point of shooting.
"Stay with Me, boy. Focus. Give your cum to Me, boy."
his eyes come back in focus. he is quivering all over. he is crying it is so painful. he explodes.
***
I allow him to sleep with me again. In the morning I awake to find him curled up clutching the hair on my chest. he opens his eyes, looks into Mine, blushes and lowers his chin.
"I have three questions, boy."
"Yes, Sir?"
"Why did you behave so badly when My friends came for dinner?"
"i was afraid, Sir. i was afraid that you didn't need me in Your life, that i was just a 'project' for You."
"Is that all?"
"i knew my contract was up soon, tomorrow in fact, and felt that You would be sure not to renew it."
I take time to absorb his answers.
"Why select the glove, boy?"
"So that i would be close to You, Sir, at least one more time, so that i would feel Your hand on me."
"I have one more question, boy."
"That would make four questions, Sir."
I laugh. "'Is that all?' doesn't count, smartass."
I feel his smile buried in my chest.
"Yes, Sir."
"What say you and I go make breakfast and then work on a new contract after W/we're done?"
"Yes, Sir!"
I smack his slightly pink buttocks and realize I am still wearing the leather glove.
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