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!