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.

Wild Weekend, Saturday

Saturday started as "pup" day. I asked ~loki to join us which he was able to do for about 5 hours of great play. There were 3 seconds of shitfuckdamnpiss as the electro box we used jumped from about 15% to 6000% percent. ~Loki amazed me at how well he took a bad moment and put it far behind him. It will be a while down the road before try this again. Thank God there's 1249 more things he wants to try! (And if you haven't figured it out by now, I would rather cut off my right arm than give this wonderful man/boy/pup anything but the very best of experiences in his journey. So I'm typing this one-handed.)

The real joy though was two-fold. Seeing ~loki in the football uniform was FUCKING HOT. And seeing him take the paddle from me when I offered it so that he could whap on hubby's balls was so great! There was a gleam in his eye that was so real and so deep. I knew the electro-shit was far behind him and he was back to the pure joy he always has to offer.

I wasn't so sure about all the sportsgear stuff, but since Mike had packed a special suitcase just for the shoulder pads I sure as hell wasn't going to let him go home not having used them! I gotta tell you, I was so turned on by all these "jocks" around me, I believe I may a whole new appreciation and fetish.

Dancing in Mid-Air

Okay, so I'm not a big fan of "skins" and poppers aren't really my thing, but watching this guy dance in mid-air was amazing! I'm also a big fan of watching gags get shoved in guys mouths. It also points out a very good idea: rope harnesses for suspension can be problematic, but with the rope over the bomber jacket there's an automatic padding which should help spread out the pressure points. You'll have to turn the sound way way way up to hear this guy scream. Just don't have any other apps open or you'll get a blast in the ear. LOL

Room 304, Final Chapter

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Room 304

Chapter 1

It started with a simple hunt on Craigslist under M2M. The title read, "Out-of-town Businessman Seeks Stress Release This Evening." I clicked on it and saw a pic of what was clearly a well-built man in an extremely nice suit. The pic didn't show the face, but that was pretty common on Craigslist. The text of the message read, "In Atlanta for a conference. Have this evening free. Would like to meet fellow businessman for drinks and maybe a little more than vanilla. Reply to suit&tied94939@hotmail.com"

It was one little letter in the entire posting that made me go forward. That tiny "d" at the end of suit&tie meant I had a good chance of meeting a fellow suit and tie fetishist who enjoyed some bondage with it! I clicked on the e-mail and wrote: "Live near downtown Atlanta and always interested in showing our visitors true Atlanta hospitality. I'm Robert, btw, and loved your photo. I've attached one of me as well. I'm free this evening and would love to meet, at least for a drink." I attached a pic of me in 3 piece suit, also not showing my face as yet. If this guy was like me he'd be studying the pic for the quality of suit, the crispness of the shirt, and the tightness of the necktie knot. We'd get to faces eventually.

I fired off the e-mail and was amazed when I received a response almost immediately. "Robert! Thanks for the e-mail and the pic. It would be a pleasure to meet you. I'm staying at the downtown Ritz Carlton and will finish all my conference duties at 7:00. I'll be more than ready for a drink by that point. Can I hope to meet you in the hotel bar about that time? I'll be wearing a black pin-stripe suit with a red and black striped tie. Tell me what you're going to wear and I'll keep an eye out for you! I'm Eric, and I can't wait to meet you."

There were no further pics attached, but that was okay. Obviously he was on the road and perhaps didn't have pics on his laptop to attach. Or maybe the face didn't quite match up to the body in the first pic. Or maybe the first pic wasn't even him. More than once I'd shown up for a date only to be sorely disappointed. A lot of men who were on the road a great deal didn't seem to know that practically every hotel offered a gym for their use. That's why I liked meeting for a drink first. I had a good set of escape plans if Schreck or Jabba the Hut showed up.

I fired back a response. "Will have the suit from pic on, plus light pink shirt with dark pink and green striped tie. See you at 7:00!"

7:00 was only a couple of hours away and I had a lot to do to get ready. I pulled the pink shirt from the closet and began ironing and starching. I could take my shirts to the laundry but I actually like ironing them. There was a pleasure taking a shirt from wrinkled mess to crisp as steel, and I knew it would be done right. And not lost somewhere in the bowels of a dry cleaners. I selected the rest of my clothing carefully, wanting to match the clear professionalism that this man had exuded in his picture.

And then I started my other preparations. I pulled my heavy briefcase from storage, unlocked and opened it. Some gear was there, but there were other items I needed to add. This briefcase had never seen a file or a pen in it. It was built to hold a hood, a variety of gags, several short pieces of rope, various tit, cock, and ball torture devices, and whatever else I could cram into it based upon my instincts, needs, and the hook-up's desires. Along with the standard gear I added a roll of duct tape and a new purchase, a compact electro unit along with a few devious devices to use with it. I clicked the briefcase shut and twirled the little locks that were on each latch. One more prep and I'd need to shower and head over to the Ritz. I took 2 small tablets of a muscle relaxant that I'd saved from a back injury some time ago and crushed them to dust, putting the drug inside a small vial that I could slip in a vest pocket. I'd learned a long time ago that most businessmen were stressed beyond belief and it never hurt to have a little help along. The relaxant dissolved quickly in alcohol, was tasteless, and the dose was just right to get them to be very compliant and cooperative.

I shaved carefully and showered. Dressing slowly was like foreplay to me. Cufflinks designed to look to look like tiny handcuffs were the only clue what a pervert I really was. Other than that I was quite sure I wouldn't look any different than any other man in that hotel bar. I glanced at the clock, knew I was cutting it close, placed the vial in my vest pocket, grabbed my briefcase, and headed out the door.

I drove up to the Ritz at 6:58, valet parked, and headed inside. The hotel bar was a small place just off to the left of the lobby and was quite crowded. I looked around carefully but saw no one matching the photo or description that Eric had sent me. I sighed. It wouldn't be the first time I'd been stood up. A lot of straight men in the business world ventured into gay sex on their trips. Probably fifty per cent of the time they would get cold feet and not show up. Still, it was possible that Eric was just running a few minutes late. I decided to order a drink and at least enjoy the scenery of all these well-dressed men.

I made my way to the bar and grabbed the last barstool. The bartender noticed me from the corner of his eye and held up a finger indicating he'd be with me in just a minute. Finishing a drink order he made his way to me carrying a business envelope. "Are you Robert?" I nodded. "One of our guests asked me to give this to you. He described the tie you'd be wearing and what time you'd be here. I figured it had to be you."

He handed me the envelope and left without taking my order. Opening it, I found the following message. "Robert, when I saw how busy the bar was I took it upon myself to have drinks delivered to my room. I hope you don't mind. I'm in Room 304. I hope to see you soon."

Extricating myself from an unpleasant situation would be more difficult and awkward, but doing all the preparation for this little excursion had made me extremely horny. I left the bar and made my way to the elevator. Reaching the third floor, it was only a short walk to room 304. I was determined to pull a 180 if the guy in room 304 wasn't at least close to the pic he'd sent. I knocked.

The door opened and I felt a little weak in the knees. Just as promised, just as advertised, here stood a handsome, well built man, dressed in a black pinstripe suit, red and black striped tie. Standing 6 foot two inches tall, he was a bit taller than me and I found myself looking up at him. The features that stood out were his rugged chin and piercing blue eyes. I was drinking this all in when he slowly grinned revealing a set of glistening white teeth. "Looks like I'm a lucky man," he said. "You're as handsome as I'd hoped you might be."

I chuckled. "I believe it is I, sir, who is the lucky one." I made my way in to the room and behind me he locked the door and placed the safety chain on.

I surveyed the room and was impressed. There was small dining table, a desk with laptop set up on it, and to my left was a comfortable seating area. This was a suite so the bedroom was probably in the next room behind a door that was currently closed. A small bar was set up with an open bottle of very expensive scotch on it. A large assortment of bondage opportunities existed, from the dining chairs to the desk chair, and certainly more existed in the unseen bedroom.

I turned back to Robert. He made an odd glance at the briefcase I was still holding. "I walked here from work. It was easier than having it put in my car." I lied with what I hoped was a natural ease. He took the case from me and slid it under the bar. "Scotch okay?" I murmured a yes, and a tumbler of smoky liquid was handed to me. "Cheers." We clinked glasses and I watched as he took the entire amount in one gulp. I stifled a laugh. It would be quite easy to get him drunk and I'd probably not need the little vial of relaxant I'd brought with me. "Drink up!" he said. "I want another and you haven't even touched yours!"

I took a huge gulp and felt the heat inside me churning. The scotch was a slow burn. The handsome man in front of me brought about a much deeper and very hot burn. I felt like I was on fire. I wanted to shove my face in his chest, feel the starch and silk against my fresh-shaved face. I wanted to remove his tie and place it tightly on his wrists and slowly work over his entire body, first through the layers of clothes, then remove those items one by one and repeat an even slower, perhaps more painful "working over" of each of those parts.

He handed me the glass completely refilled, his own full as well, clinked the glass and together we took a smaller drink of the straight scotch. He led me to the sofa and sat next to me with ease and a casualness that showed he was quite happy with who had shown up at the door. He rested a hand on my shoulder and with his other hand lightly touched the cufflinks I'd chosen, and again I felt the fire inside me. I fed the flames with another sip of the alcohol. He reached over and tugged a bit at my tie, straightening it and pulling it just a wee bit tighter. I could feel my face redden and my groin was stirring. I also felt ever so light-headed. I set the scotch down. I needed to slow way down if I was going to keep my wits about me. His eyes twinkled, "Feeling better?"

My mouth tried to form the words "Yes, thank you," but it seemed to come out "Meshhhh, ankoo."

"Shhh. It's okay, Robert. I guess you don't hold your Scotch very well. My fault."

He pulled me to my feet and I felt myself stumble a bit, falling on to him. He was prepared for this and I felt strong arms holding me steady. I looked up into those eyes, felt myself melt, and then I passed out.

SirTom Enterprises, Part IX

“Growl, bark, back away.” The voice in my ear would become my link to the world over the next 48 hours.

“GRRRRRRRR. WOOF!” I slowly backed away from Danny raising my head, balancing a bit on my knees only, then running behind the kennel.

“Excellent. You’ll receive tiny shocks multiple times today. An overreaction is called for as if the shock is debilitating.”

“Bad dog!” Danny slapped the riding crop against his boot. I cowered in the corner. “Get out here, now!” Another slap of the riding crop. Danny reached to his waist and pulled two items loose, a leash and the collar’s remote control. He was slowly creeping up to me where I was wedged behind the kennel.

“Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrrr.” I kept growling the closer he got. I finally felt I had to attack. As I lunged at his hand, he pressed the button on the remote control. Instantly a shock went into my neck

“Arrrr. Arrrr. Arrrrr.” I wailed and whimpered and fell on my side.

Swiftly Danny stepped up and attached the leash to the built in external-collar of the suit. He jerked on the leash and I could feel my air supply cut off for a second. It was enough to get my full attention and stop my whimpering.

“That’s better, Bolt.” Danny helped roll me back on to my knees and elbows, something it was almost impossible to do on my own in that damn gimp suit. “Good dog.” I felt a little scratch behind my right ear. Even through the thick rubber I could feel the positive reinforcement of such a gesture.

By now I figured we’d been live on-line for about 3 hours. That meant 5 more hours today, 12 hours tomorrow and a final 8 hours on Wednesday. I really wondered how I was going to make it that long. I had never been challenged like this, at least not to this magnitude. I knew one thing—it was going to take a little soul-searching and a lot of that muscle relaxant.

For the next two hours I did my best “bad dog” act. SirTom was kind and encouraging but I knew I was turning in a shit performance. I’d peed in a corner and received my punishment. I’d shown my disinterest in playing with the toys. I’d growled and barked and whined and whimpered, but even I knew it was a half-ass act.

“Time for puppy to get a nap. Danny, put him in the kennel with food and water. Refill the water bowl with the ‘special formula’. Alan, please drink a lot of this water. The muscle relaxant is a little stronger and might help you relax in the role just a bit more. Don’t worry, we’re doing fine. The client has written several times expressing his pleasure and suggesting some activities he’d like to see over the next couple of days. Right now ‘Bolt” needs a nap. We’ll pick up the activities in a couple of hours.”

We followed SirTom’s orders completely. Danny removed the gag. A small transparent straw was in the water bowl and I was able to get the water down me quickly. I was thirsty and I trusted SirTom to help me in this scene. After drinking the ‘special formula’ I felt a little flush come over me and almost immediately I could feel my entire body relax about 50%. I sighed deeply and rolled over to my back my arms and legs dangling above me in their rubber restraints.

“I’m sure you feel better by now. Good. While you’re relaxed I just want to make a few suggestions. First and foremost, stay relaxed. You don’t have to ‘make’ anything happen in this scene. You’re being a ‘pushy bottom’ right now trying to keep control of the scene. Let it go. Instead of trying to ‘act’ just let your mind throw away all the garbage of your life and open yourself up to possibilities. You’re thinking too much, definitely not puppy thoughts, either. All you need to care about is food, water, freedom, and reward. The punishment phase will continue for a bit, nothing extreme, but over the next day and a half Danny will begin to ‘rebuild’ you into a compliant, happy, loyal dog. Go with the flow. I’m proud of you, Alan, for taking on this huge challenge. If it helps, during your puppy dreams, think of the upcoming four days in San Francisco.”

The man was a genius, and I don’t apply that term often. He could see inside me, inside the client, and manipulate the world with gentle nudging and subtle reinforcement, all coated with that honey-coated quicksilver voice. I closed my eyes and conjured images of Coit Tower, Castro Street, and the images quickly gave way to Folsom Street, the Mr. S leather store, and I fell into happy sleep. At one point I even saw myself walking through Golden Gate Park. Walking with me was Danny, holding a leash that led to my neck. I could feel my body in the gimp suit, but we walked briskly, the cool air rushing over my rubbered skin.

I awoke to find the kennel door open. Danny had placed his boot on my erect penis and was massaging it with strong circular motions of the boot sole. I began to whimper and pant heavily. All of a sudden the boot was removed and I gasped. I rolled over to my puppy legs and wobbled out of the kennel. Danny was standing there, his tall boots shimmery. I trotted over to him and climbed his leg. I wanted my penis against his boots, to finish the job he had started. Standing only on my knees I thrust my torso against him and began to rub my frustrated penis against his leg. I could feel myself nearing orgasm in almost no time. And a huge jolt filled my body, but not a jolt of the joyous release of pent up sperm, but the punishment jolt from my collar.

I released Danny’s leg and fell to the floor crying out, screaming, whimpering, rolling from one side of my back to the other. Danny reached down and slapped my hard dick. “Bad dog. Bad, bad, dog.” He slipped the leash onto my collar and yanked me to my puppy legs. Over the next hour he taught me to heel, to sit, to lay down. And I gave up trying to make things happen in the scene. I gave myself over to Danny and I followed his lead. I forgot the world around me. All I wanted was Danny to give me just one more scratch behind the ear, to give me one more treat, to say the words “Good boy. Good dog. Good, Bolt.”

Danny even took me outside and taught me to pee only when taken outside. My quick learning earned me more rewards. We finished the day with me sitting happily at Danny’s feet, him scratching behind my ears, occasionally under my chin. It had been a hard day. The last moments of the day I was taken to the kennel, released from the leash, and the kennel door was locked. A few minutes later the lights were turned off.

“We’re done for the day. Please get Alan released quickly. I’ll be on the set in a few minutes.”

Danny and Freddie from wardrobe came on the set and helped me out of the suit. The groan that escaped from me when I was finally free was scary. They had to help me to my feet and help me just walk around for a few minutes to get some circulation back in my extremities. Freddie handed me a bottle of Gatorade before heading to clean out the suit and make any necessary repairs before I went back in it tomorrow.

SirTom arrived a few minutes later and told Danny to go ahead, that he’d bring me to the showers in a few minutes. I was seated on the edge of a stool, happily gulping the Gatorade. SirTom came up behind me and started to lightly massage my naked shoulders. I damn near melted. I hadn’t realized how much tension I was carrying despite the regular doses of the muscle relaxant.

“You did a very fine job today, Alan. I’m proud of you.”

“I really missed the boat, didn’t I, SirTom. I mean, at first. I started to actually have fun the last couple of hours. It was really simple then. Just being open to possibilities. It freed me. And again, I have you to thank for that, SirTom. Just like the genderfuck suit, you really pushed my limits, made me step up to the plate and face a challenge.”

“Some men never know their capabilities, never live even 5% of their dreams. You are such a wonderful man, Alan. I hope you receive every reward you deserve, and get to live every single dream you might have.”

What can I give this man in return I kept thinking. He has given me so much and promises me no limits to what I might have tomorrow. How do you repay that? I laughed. Certainly not with a t-shirt.

“Why are you laughing, Alan?”

“SirTom….”

“Go ahead. Tell me.”

“How do I give back? How do I even begin to repay…..”

“Alan. You have. I know you don’t think so, but as I’ve told you before, you’ve enriched my life. And maybe you can continue to do so. Right now I’d like to see you showered, maybe relax for a bit, then I’ll join you for dinner in your dressing room before you get some much needed sleep.

I showered for a very long time, stretching every muscle of my body slowly and thoroughly under the hot water. When I finished I headed back to my dressing room. Hanging there was the most beautiful, deep maroon dressing gown with a subtle pin stripe design. A small note was attached. “My thanks. SirTom.” I pulled the robe on. It slid so effortlessly over my smooth, hairless skin, pure silk sliding sensuously over me. I shivered. This was a beautiful gift and made me feel so human again after 8 hours in the rubber suit.

SirTom knocked at my dressing room door and entered pushing a small rolling table covered with a complete dinner for two. He finished parking the dining tray and pulled up two chairs. Then he turned to me. He had removed his jacket and was wearing nothing but his finely tailored trousers and the silk t-shirt I’d given him. Somehow the lack of a jacket made him seem even smaller, practically a tiny man. He opened his arms and I felt free to approach him and give him a hug.

Silk against silk, he held me close to him for a long time. Neither of us spoke, we just held each other, our breathing falling into a mirrored rhythm. Finally he let me go and escorted me to a seat at the dining table. He opened a bottle of wine and poured each of us a glass. Metal covers were removed from each of the plates revealing a small salad and beautiful braised scallops perched on a bed of yellow rice. “Eat. Drink. We’ll talk more when we’re finished.”

And so, with complete silence we savored an exquisite dinner with wine. Throughout the dinner our eyes met countless times. I tried to start a conversation a couple of times but each time SirTom merely shook his head and said, “After dinner, Alan.” When we finished he led me to a small loveseat in my dressing room. He sat, pulled me down next to him and slowly pulled me into a position where I was curled up on the love seat next to him, my head in his lap. I found myself relaxing completely, a deep, exhilirating, and safe rest. SirTom stroked my head and neck, lightly tweaking the tops of my ears, and I found myself relaxing even further, close to sleep, but not wanting to sleep. I wanted to be held and caressed by this man forever.

After some time SirTom lifted my head from his lap and brought me a sitting position. He stood and crossed to my closet where he selected a black silk tie from the rack. Returning to me, he asked that I stand in front of him. Slowly, sensuously he placed the silk tie over my eyes and tied it in back. I could not help but shiver at the thought of being in this man's control. Again, slowly, he removed the silk sash from the robe and had me sit down in the straight back chair by the makeup mirror. Pulling my hands behind me he used the sash to tie my hands together, then to a slat on the chair.

The robe had fallen open and my dick throbbed with the sensual bondage I currently experienced. So simple, so pure, and so effective. SirTom stood behind me and massaged my neck and down into my shoulders. I shivered uncontrollably, not from being cold, but from being so aroused. And as he would do for some time to come, he leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You are such a good boy, Alan, such a fine boy, who I know will work hard to please me. You are not to cum until I allow it, boy, but when you do finally have my permission you will have not one, not two, but three orgasms that will shake you to your very foundation. I promise you this, boy. But it can only happen if you give yourself 100% to me, here and now. Do you understand this, Alan?"

I could only whisper. "Yes, SirTom."

Over the next hour SirTom brought me to within an inch of cumming so many times I lost track. Two more of my ties were used to tie my ankles to the chair legs further restraining me and further arousing me. Yet another tie was first used to tease my dripping cock, then it was tied around my cock and balls proving an excellent cockring.

SirTom continually found new spots on my body that I had no clue could be so erotic. From the tips of my toes, to a line inside my thighs, to the insides of my elbows, to a tiny spot behind my ears, every single touch seemed to electrify my already charged body. His light touch on my nipples made me crave more and more. Once when he bent forward to lick the very tip of my right nipple I thought that alone would be enough to take me over the edge where I was balanced. But even without me saying so, he knew he had taken me to that edge and quickly withdrew leaving me panting and begging for more.

And over and over he would pause in his torment and whisper in my ear. "Just here and now, you and me, and the promise I have made to you, boy. I will let you cum, son, but you are not ready yet."

I thought I would go insane. I began to make both promises and curses. I was heaving in the chair. I tried to get loose so that I could stroke my dick just that few more times and explode. SirTom's bondage was so simple and yet completely effective.

When finally I was not only at that edge of cumming but also the edge of pure insanity SirTom sat on my thighs, reached up and removed the black silk tie blindfold. As I opened my eyes all I could see were his beautiful blue pools of intensity staring at me. He whispered, "It's time now, Alan. You have My permission." Never taking his eyes from mine he reached down and grabbed my rigid cock and slowly began to stroke. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head. "Stay here, boy, stay with me. Here and now." And I refocused on those eyes. Feeling a rumbling deep inside me I knew that I was going to shoot. "Please, SirTom, please." I saw a faint smile in the corners of his eyes and he said,

"Shoot it now, boy." And shoot I did roaring and screaming, but never taking my eyes from him. And without ever stopping he continued to stroke my dick bringing me right back to orgasm a 2nd time. I could not believe it possible and yet I believed in SirTom's promise. And as I shot a 2nd time the stroking continued, never pausing, never relenting. Deep inside me I felt a struggle. My body and mind were shutting down, saying 'no more.' My heart and soul argued and won. Within a minute I shot a 3rd small load all the while staring into those blue eyes, all the while hearing the hypnotic whisper of SirTom.

"You are such a good, Alan, such a fine boy. I am proud to have you as My boy, Alan. Such a good boy."

SirTom leaned forward and gently kissed my on my forehead then stood. Walking behind me, he untied the sash restraining my hands. Again his hands were on my shoulders and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "You need to sleep, boy. Sleep deeply. You have pleased me to no end, boy, and I look forward to many more times where you and I can share so deeply. Thank you. Sweet dreams, Alan." And with that he was gone.

I leaned forward to undo the rest of the bondage, pulled the sash back around my waist thereby closing the robe, and crawled on to the love seat, closing my eyes and falling fast asleep without even a thought. I had imagined being completely drained before in my life. Now I truly knew the meaning of that phrase.

Over the next two days I spent a total of 20 hours in that dog suit. The funny thing for me is that little was really that memorable for me. My mind kept floating back to my evening with SirTom. Danny did a remarkable job though of always getting my focus back on the scene and on him. At one point Deuce brought his puppy “Paws” played by Ed, to play with me. I was amazed at how much fun we had and how quickly we fell into a copacetic space.

In the final two of hours of Wednesday starting around 8:00 p.m. that night, as promised, the scene turned sexual. For two hours Danny brought me to the edge of coming over and over again. The pain collar was used now to bring me back from the verge, but little encouragement was needed to take me back to the precipice. And finally, after 27 hours and 45 minutes of being in the suit I exploded so ferociously I caught everyone by surprise. The pent up sperm flew from my body in long arcs and I howled. I realized now that the experience I had had with SirTom on Monday evening had prepared me for this. Somehow he had unlocked some sort of gate in me that was now allowing me to have orgasms that were absolutely bone-crushing in depth.

As I finished howling and felt my body slowly give over to exhaustion Danny stroked my stomach, scratched behind my ears, and milked the last drop from me. And the leash was reattached and slowly I was led back to my kennel, put inside, and the door locked behind me. I lay down for a long sleep.

“Gentlemen, we're off the air. My sincere thanks to you all.”

And just like that it was over.

SirTom Enterprises, Part VIII

Over the next couple of days I felt myself get stronger. The self-pity was a tiresome emotion and I worked to get past it. SirTom moved me to a small apartment that was built into the back of the warehouses. It was a simple place, simply furnished, but at least it was private.

By Sunday afternoon I was feeling a lot better. I still had a lot of processing to do, understanding how I had come to be a single man after 25 years of partnership, but I also felt, for lack of a better word, free. I showered, shaved, and put on one of my new suits. I took a look at myself in the mirror. Besides the bags under my eyes, not too bad. I pulled out my cellphone and scrolled through the messages. Only one from Geo. I listened.

“I’ve got my stuff out of the loft and I’ve rented a studio apartment on 10th Street. Call me when your head clears up and you’ve quit at that place. I have a friend who’s been seeing a therapist about some sexual issues. I think it would be a good idea if you made an appointment to see him as well. You’ve got a real problem, Alan. And if you can’t clear that up I don’t think we can be together anymore.”

I deleted the message. And without a tear I drove back to the loft. I walked around. The only things missing were his clothes from the closet and the big screen TV. I called a realtor who was more than happy to come over immediately. He took several shots of the loft for advertising and we discussed a price. He was sure we could get $300,000 for the space if we were patient.

“List it for $250,000. Use whatever means necessary but I want a signed offer within two weeks if possible.” I couldn’t stay here any longer. I had to get out, move on, and start fresh. I packed a couple of bags along with some toiletries and my laptop and drove into downtown and got a room at a hotel.

After I checked in I called SirTom.

“I want to work tomorrow, SirTom.”

“Alan, are you sure?”

“Yes. Absolutely. And thank you, SirTom. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I mean every little thing. I will pay you back. I don’t know how, but I will pay you back in any way I can.”

“I’ll see you at the studios tomorrow then. I’m glad you’re feeling better, Alan. And, please, you owe me nothing. I consider you my friend, even perhaps, like my son. I am a better person because you’re in my life now. You are enriching my life, just as I hope I can enrich yours. Sleep well. And eat. I didn’t hire you so that you’d get skinny on me!”

I slept late on Monday, but awoke fully rested and hungry. Room service delivered a huge breakfast and I devoured it. I got ready for work. A crisp white shirt and a bright blue tie along with one of my new suits made me look pretty damn good. The bags under my eyes were definitely smaller and I could see a little bit of twinkle returning to my eyes. I can do this, I thought. I can move on.

When I entered the studios Davey rushed over and gave me a big pity hug. Clearly word was out at work that Geo and I had split up. I appreciated the hug but knew I couldn’t have it going on all day.

“Davey, you have a job to do for me today.”

“Okay?”

“Tell everybody I’m fine, and the next person who looks at me with sad eyes, or wants to shower me with pity is going to get slugged. Is that clear?”

“You got it.”

I grabbed a copy of the week’s shoot list and headed for my dressing room. I was on for Monday through Wednesday with only one scene title for all three days: “Gimp.” After my name was a short note from SirTom–“see me before the shoot.”

I knocked on SirTom’s office door and entered. He rose, gave me a good hug, and held me so that he could look me up and down. “Excellent! You look very nice in that suit. I believe we can start today’s scene with you in that. Now have a seat. I want to explain what the scene is and make sure you want to do it.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve women, children, or animals, I’m game, SirTom.”

He chuckled. “No women or children, I promise, but let’s talk about the animal part. A client has asked for a 3 day scene with you in the starring role. He’s agreed to pay a $30,000 fee to have his fantasy acted out. Your part of the bonus for this would be $10,000. $10,000 would be split with the other actors in the scene. $10,000 of course goes toward company expenses.

“The scene involves you being put in a gimp suit. The gimp suit includes a puppy head and puppy tail. The client wants this broadcast on a private channel for his enjoyment only. And he wants to have 8 hour access to watching you in that suit today, 12 hours tomorrow, and another 8 hours on Wednesday. Much of the time you would only be in a cage, resting, eating, drinking from a bowl, but during his specified hours he wants to watch the puppy being trained. On Wednesday afternoon during the final two hours of broadcasting, you would be allowed to masturbate with your puppy paws. The hours that we don’t broadcast will be the time you can get out of the suit, eat and drink properly, take care of your bowels, stretch your muscles and prepare mentally for the next several hours of puppy training. We can give you a very mild muscle relaxant before you get in the suit and we’ll dissolve very small amounts in the water for the dog bowl. There is no way you can handle the suit for that a long a time without a little help. And the drugs will help stop cramping. It is a very intense scene and will be very demanding on you. If you want to wait a little longer before taking this on I will certainly understand.”

“I appreciate your sensitivity toward me, SirTom. But I’m up for it, I promise.” I patted my crotch where my cock had already sprung to life. “In more ways than one”

Puppy-training turned out to be one of the most liberating experiences I’d ever gone through. The scene that afternoon involved me signing a contract with Danny. It had something to do with owing Danny a lot of money and this contract removing my responsibility for the debt. He was to serve as my owner for the three day shoot. Both of us were in well-tailored suits. Immediately after I signed on the bottom line Danny used an intercom to call his assistant, played by JB. JB was dressed in a latex jumpsuit that had been heavily shined. This was clearly a custom suit with a yellow tribal insignia worked into the torso of the suit.

A leather collar was placed around my neck and locked in place. All along the inside of the collar were small metal contacts that could be remote-controlled and release a wide range of electrical shocks.

“Tell him you have some second thoughts.”

I turned back to Danny. “Look, Mr. Stevenson, I’m not so sure about this. This is beginning to creep me out a little."

Danny merely picked a small remote control and pushed the button. I was stunned at the severity of the shock that pulsed not just in my neck, but traveled well down into my torso. Involuntarily I dropped to my knees.

“No more talking, little puppy!” He turned his attention to JB. “Get a gag in him now, get that filthy hair off of his body, and get him in the gimp suit. I’ll be there in two hours to start his training.”

JB brought out a bit-gag made of rubber and in the shape of a bone and shoved it between my teeth. It was pulled tight at the back of my head and locked in place. JB then attached a leash to my collar and yanked me to my feet. I was pulled into the shower room. One of the actors I’d not worked with, named Todd, was waiting there. He wore a latex jumpsuit exactly like the one JB had on. Together they wrestled the clothes off of me and threw them to the side. My hands were locked inside inflatable rubber mitts. At the end of the mitts were D rings. A chain and lock were added to each and my hands lifted high above my head and secured there. Todd worked only part-time at ST Enterprises and was happy with the arrangement. He was an expert with a strait-razor and was used only for scenes that called for barbering, head shaving, or complete body shaves.

JB and Todd both grabbed electric clippers and went over my entire body, taking off every single hair they could find. I whimpered through the bit-gag, trying to plead for them to stop. When I squirmed or twisted too much JB would slap my ass hard. When I didn’t stop immediately he lifted an identical remote control to the one Danny had and threatened me with. It took only one jolt to bring my squirming to a halt.

Finished with the clipping, the men grabbed hoses and began to blast my body with hot water. When finished my skin was bright red. Shaving cream was dispensed and slathered completely over my body. And Todd began his magic with the strait-razor. With great care and an evil little grin he patiently and methodically made his way over every square inch of my body. Even the punishment collar was removed and my neck, head, face and eyebrows were completely shaved.

Again the hot water hoses were turned on me removing the remaining shaving cream and tiny shaved hairs left behind. The collar and bit gag were put back on me and locked. JB and Todd now pulled on thick elbow length industrial rubber gloves. They poured heavy, slimy lubricant into the palms of their rubbered hands and spread it all over me. When I was completely covered with the viscous goo the gimp suit was brought forward and held in front of me.

It was a magnificent piece, handsomely crafted from very thick rubber. The suit required the wearer to bend his legs nearly 100% so his heels were touching his butt. It also required that the arms be bent to that his hands were held tight to his collar bone. There was significant padding in the areas around the knees and elbows, cushiony gel-like material had been inserted to help the wearer manage walking on knees and elbows for extended periods of time. The hood attached was that of a snarling pit bull. It was ferocious looking.

“Time to stop admiring; time for a struggle. The jolt we give you will be very mild but I want you to collapse as if you've been knocked out.”

I started to quiver and back away from the suit. I screamed through the bit gag. If I was going to be called a “scenery-chewer” by God, I wanted everyone to know I was the best at it. JB and Todd tried to bring me under control but with the lube all over my body they were unable to get me to stop kicking at them. JB lifted the remote control and hit the button.

I screamed and collapsed. SirTom was right– a very minor jolt. While I was pretending to be knocked out, JB and Todd put me completely inside the suit, first my legs, then my arms, my head into the dog shaped hood (the bit gag and collar still in place), my penis into an exposed sheath, and finally they pulled the zipper from just above my anus to the top of my head. I heard a padlock being added. The suit was incredibly tight and inside the contraption I cursed Freddie and Fannie for being so good at their work. As a finishing touch JB shoved the built in puppy tail butt plug firmly into my ass.

JB and Todd picked me up and carried my gimp body to the set where the rest of the action would take place over the next couple of days. Through the pepperpot eyes of the dog hood I could see fairly clearly although only straight ahead having no peripheral vision. I had to either swing my head around severely or move my entire body. On the set were various puppy toys, a food bowl, a water bowl, and a kennel. I wobbled on my knees and elbows exploring the space slowly and the severe limitations of the suit I was wearing. I was already glad I’d agreed to taking the muscle relaxant as I could feel my body contorted like this was not going to be easy on me. Behind me I heard footsteps. I wobbled around, to see who was behind me.

Danny had changed from his business suit to what appeared to be a full latex military uniform. His shirt was a brownish red and fit him tightly. The jodphur-style breeches were dark brown, with red and black stripes down the sides. Tall rubber boots climbed to just below the knee. A muir cap was on his head, a Sam Browne belt went from a belt loop diagonally over his chest, and he carried a riding crop.

“Hello, Bolt. I understand you’ve been a difficult little puppy. By the next time we have to send you for grooming I expect you to impress the groomers with how well-behaved you are.”

SirTom Enterprises, Part II

Dangling from the ceiling in my "perfect" straitjacket, hooded, and gagged, I really didn’t think I’d be the one doing the talking. But SirTom gave me instructions to answer yes by kicking out my right foot, and no by kicking out the left foot. He lowered the levels on the ErosTek to just a numbing pulse. I hung limply in the air looking something like a straitjacketed parachutist stuck in a tree.

“Alan, if you don’t mind I would like to film this for a few moments. The reason for this will become clear as I tell you my proposition.”

I was kicking my left leg furiously. Left was for no, wasn’t it? He ignored me and opened his briefcase pulling out a rather large and expensive digital camera. The camera had its own little tripod legs which he extended allowing him to place it on the dining room table at just the right angle to capture the full me. I kept kicking my left leg. He walked over to the ErosTek and dialed it much higher. I screamed inside the gasmask, half of it swallowed by that infernal gag. Leaving it on high for nearly 2 minutes he walked back to the camera and made several slight adjustments while I flailed in mid-air.

When he had everything perfect SirTom returned to me and dialed back the intensity to almost zero. He pulled a chair up to where he could look at me directly (damn! those eyes!). He kept the ZeroTek in his lap.

“Alan, I really like you. I mean that with 100% sincerity. You are in absolutely no danger. I’m not some crazed lunatic you’ve let into your home, only to tie you up and rob or kill you. I am a businessman first and foremost who has come to discuss business with you. Does that make sense?

I attempted one small kick of my right leg.

“Excellent! I am currently the CEO of a very exclusive internet site that serves 400 gentlemen who have very distinct tastes in their viewing pleasures. We are not talking your basic live porno sites that have popped up everywhere for $1.50 per minute where you can watch a worn-out porn-star attempt to get it hard without the use of Viagra. My gentlemen pay $2,000 each per month to belong to this site. I give them 2 hours of extreme sexual situations five times a week. Most of the scenes are created by me and are performed live. If they are unable to watch the live session they can access a recorded version at our website whenever they wish. Many times a gentleman will write to me with a specific request. In these cases an additional $5,000 is paid by them for us acting out their fantasy. A $10,000 initiation fee is required from each of the gentlemen to join the site. For this we guarantee absolute anonymity, and we visit their homes and offices to help set up their computers with intense firewalls and complete safety. Am I making sense to you, Alan?

Again, one small kick of my right leg (although I’m not sure I needed to know all this.....Why didn’t he just buy all my gear and go about his business?).

“Now I’m sure you’ve already done some of the basic math this arrangement brings about. $800,000 each month in site fees alone plus initiation fees, plus the special request fees makes all of us involved quite a bit of money. I’m currently working on making a large number of foreign contacts so that we might be able to expand our venture beyond North America. I believe the opportunities for the business to grow have very little limit.

“So why would I want to buy used equipment when clearly I can purchase new at any time. I don’t. I want to meet the person who owns all this equipment. I want to know the people who have sacrificed thousands of their hard-earned dollars to possess their gear. And I have a desire to bring in a much needed new member to my family of participants.

He must have seen the odd look in my eyes

“Alan, I know you don’t think of yourself as porno ‘stud’ material. And you aren’t, and for that I’m grateful. You are a pretty average guy, slightly overweight, bald, average sized penis, a good covering of body hair. You know what you look like?

Here I was hanging from the ceiling getting a full body critique. I tried a quick kick of the left foot. He laughed.

“Alan, you look just like most of my clients. And that’s what so many of them want. To see themselves in your struggles. We’re talking absolutely the cream of our society. Fortune 500 CEOs, recognizable politicians, major entertainment stars. Almost all are significantly closeted and will not go anywhere near an unsafe website, or even worse, a live encounter. They do not rent DVDs of pornography, nor can they let anyone around them do it. Their lives could be ruined in a matter of seconds. Even those clients that are known as out and proud in our world, are not so out and proud about their sexual proclivities. If it were known their sexual appetites included what you are showing off so handsomely at this time they could stand to lose millions, perhaps even billions. Two thousand dollars is a small price to pay for some sexual happiness and complete anonymity.

“What I’m offering to you, Alan, is a chance to be a sort of ‘everyman’. Okay, a sort of financially comfortable ‘everyman’ who has some extreme fantasies. You’d work probably three days a week for two to three hours at each session. You can keep any other job you want as long as you have the flexibility to work those three afternoons a week. Your starting salary would be $5,000 per month. You’d sign a confidentiality clause so that if you decided to resign you could not say one word about our business without losing absolutely everything you have in life. Along with the salary there are regular bonuses, a $10,000 signing bonus, a very good 401K program, complete health insurance, a $1000 budget for ‘clothing’ each month along with any travel expenses required to purchase those items of ‘clothing.’ We do all of our filming here in Atlanta at some warehouses on the west side. We make many items there with our own craftsmen but I still prefer to support our worldwide vendors, and perfectly fitting garments such as the one you have on right now is our absolute standard. This can only be done by visiting the designers who live in Berlin, London, San Francisco, Sydney, and Hong Kong.

“There is usually no direct sexual activity involved in the scenes we create. My clients are interested in the situations, the fetishes, the dynamics of interaction, and the journey we take them on, not on copulation. If by some chance a client asks for fellatio or anal penetration an additional $5000 is charged to that client. Ejaculation on screen can be another $5000. Most don’t ask, since most aren’t looking for that. All activities are completely safe whether condoms are used, or full rubber sheaths.”

I simply could not believe what I was hearing. The money was incredible and the bonus alone would pull Geo and me out of a severe financial hole. And I would be exploring sexual fantasies three times a week?! And getting paid for it?! It really was mind-blowing.

“Alan, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get just a few more minutes filmed of you struggling in that straitjacket.”

The ErosTek was still in his lap. I’d forgotten about both it and the camera running. Before I had a chance to object, he dialed the machine into a whole new mode and increased the intensity slowly over the next couple of minutes. It felt like I had a 20 inch cock up my ass, pounding me all the way up to my lungs. I began to heave about in the air in a rhythm matching the electric pulses. My dick was almost instantly back to full girth, still trapped in those chastity shorts. SirTom walked below me. Pulling out a set of keys he unlocked the front of the shorts releasing my rubber-covered dick. He grabbed it once. Then he spanked it firmly a few times. I could feel the cum building up inside me. I was squealing like the pig I know I am. I would shoot if he didn’t stop. And stop he did, motherfucker. I was wild, absolutely insane. SirTom went to the table and picked up the camera coming again directly below me. He was filming close-ups! More electricity, more dick spanking, more squealing, and no orgasm. The man knew how far he could take me, where that magical edge was before backing off. Five times he brought me to within an inch of cumming, and five times he held me in that screaming, begging, place all pigs crave. And five times he brought me back down, totally denied.

And like that it was over. Electricity off. Camera off. And down I came from my ceiling suspension. Efficiently and effectively all the locks were removed, straps undone, and jacket removed. SirTom even helped me out of the rubber catsuit. He’d gone to the kitchen and gotten a glass of ice water for me and I collapsed at the dining room table, drinking every drop of it.

“I’d like to show you something, Alan, before you ask me any questions or tell me your decision.” He set the camera in front of me and began playing back the last few minutes. I was stunned. There I was damn-near floating in space and I looked fucking hot. I could feel my groin awakening again. That little camera had captured a very hot scene. His cell phone rang. He opened it, listened for a second, then said, “I thought so. Thank you.”

Turning to me, those blue eyes so filled with sincerity, he asked me to ask him anything, to share any concerns. I really had only one, “What about my face being seen? Are all scenes done in hoods?”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Alan. It would be too limiting. But think about it. With only 400 men signed on to this site, all of them at the absolute pinnacle of their careers and scattered across this country, just how many of these men do you think you’ll ever see in your life? And if by some absolutely astronomical coincidence you did meet one of these men, do you think that they would ‘tell on you?’ It’s their anonymity that is at stake. Trust me. Even though your face would appear on camera you have nothing to be concerned about as far as your own privacy.”

I nodded. It did make perfect sense.

“One other impetus I’d like to share with you, Alan, then I’ll let you give me an answer if you’re ready to. The phone call I received was from my computer technician. I was sending him live feed of the last few minutes of our little scene which he was able to post to the internet almost immediately. The response from the clientele who were logged on at that time was stunning. You’ve been a porno star for about 3 minutes, and have received nothing but rave reviews. Because of this I’m offering you an additional $5000 for your signing bonus plus an immediate trip to San Francisco so that we get a huge amount of gear lined up for you.”

I took a deep breath. “I have one more concern, maybe two......”

“Please, of course, share them.”

“When do I start? And is there anything else from the gear in my closet you’d like to see me model at this time?”

A Couple of Pics that inspired the story!

A story.....just to prove how long winded I am...

Started this story a few months ago.....would love some suggestions on "part II".

C2C

Over the years James’ and my sex-lives evolved, and in a most positive way. Together now 20 years we’d had a great honeymoon period of sex five and six times a week, sometimes multiple times in one day, then on to regular 3 or 4 times a week, then dropping to once a week, and even worse. But each time it gets bad, we find something to revive our spirits and our interests, which results in another honeymoon period.

First, we added a little bondage to our routines. Taking turns as incompetent tops, we explored our interests here. Definitely a good second honeymoon. We decided to open our relationship to sexual encounters outside the relationship at one point to revive our flagging sex lives. Honesty was key to us and him telling me about a sexual encounter he had with someone else was always a big turn-on. I got honest at one point and let him know about my leather interests. We started buying leather clothing and related toys. Another great honeymoon. I finally got honest about my interests in latex and rubber during one of our trips to San Francisco. While he never got completely hooked like I did, he never said no!

Even then, we went through our lulls, sometimes work got in the way of the sex. Sometimes, well, who knows. But recently we developed a whole new interest in Cam to Cam sex via a website on the internet. This time it started with James discovering the site and beginning to explore his interests in virtual hookups. Over time we both found a lot of friends around the world who made use of this simple version of sexual encounters. And as we spent more and more time on-line we developed a very close-knit group of guys who shared our interest in rubber and bondage.

We finally set up a standing date with our buddies for Thursday nights at 9:00. Somebody always took responsibility for being the main showcase for that night. The other guys would have their cams on and most usually be in full rubber but one or two people would provide the real “show” for the evening.

We’d hosted a couple of times. It was a lot of fun, taking suggestions from the other guys on what they wanted to see us do, wear, hit, suck, etc. And we always added a big element of bondage to our scenes which the other guys loved.

Last Thursday night was the most bizarre of all. James and I had agreed for him to play “top” for the evening. We pulled out all the gear and James spent a great deal of time selecting the outfits for us and the gear he planned to use for our 2 hour session on-line. As the 9:00 hour grew near he handed me my favorite catsuit. This catsuit has attached feet with individual toes, attached gloves, and a full hood with pepperpot eyes. A zipper runs from just above the crotch, through the crotch to the bum, and on to the top of the head, and when fully zipped every square inch of the body is covered.

James told me to wait to put it on until the cams were running. We actually used two cams running simultaneously so that the other guys could switch from angle to angle depending on how the scene developed. Meanwhile I helped him into his favorite outfit, a tight t-shirt, penis-sheath shorts, tight biker jeans, a biker jacket, and tall biker boots. Each and every piece was crafted of latex or rubber, and together we sprayed the pieces down with silicone and polished it thoroughly. I could tell he was already aroused just from donning the various pieces; the process of rubbing his body all over raised it another 3 or 4 notches. It all did the same for me

It was now two minutes until 9:00 and we fired up the cams and logged in to the website. Already there were 8 other guys on-line, waiting for the show.

James now allowed me to put on the catsuit. Together we poured copious amounts of lube into the legs. The suit was a very tight fit and we needed all the help we could get to pull it on without wrinkles. After gliding each foot down into the suit legs and getting each toe situated, together we pulled the suit up my calves and thighs. Before moving on, James grabbed the largest metal dildo we own and lubed it up. Unceremoniously he got me to lean over and worked the monster in place. Wires were attached. Next a tiny belt-like apparatus was attached to the crown of my now semi-hard dick. A second belt was attached to the base of my dick. I knew what was coming and was already dripping generous amounts of pre-cum.

Carefully the suit was pulled up to my waist, wires were unhooked and rehooked as zippers were pulled tightly. Up over my chest the suit went and down into the sleeves and gloves my arms and hands went. Again, much lube assisted us through this process. Now James took charge, tugging the suit further up my torso, over my shoulders, and continuing the slide of the zipper up my back. All that was left was the hood.

James stepped aside and admired his work. Neither of us centerfold models, I always loved how hot each of looked in complete gear. Maybe that was part of the fetish, I thought. All I knew was I loved how hot he looked in his biker gear and he seemed more than happy with the way the suit tightened up my mid-life slump in the belly.

James went to the computer to read the various comments that had been made so far. I heard him type a few responses, laugh a bit, and then he returned to me.

“Not just the hood tonight. I hope that’s okay. The vote on-line was overwhelming.”

“Okay?” not sure what he meant by that, but I was so fucking horny that I’d pretty much go along with anything.

He stepped over the table holding all our gear and came back holding something behind his back. Slowly he pulled it out. It was our monster ball-gag. I could feel my breathing pull up tight.

“You game?” he teased me.

He knew I loved that fucking gag, but I’d never actually worn it under the full rubber hood. I knew it would be intense. “Sure.” I replied. Then added a quick, “Sir.”

With more skill than I gave him credit for, James was quickly behind me. The ball was yanked into my mouth and the straps pulled tight. With equal skill the hood of the rubber suit was pulled up over my chin and the rest of my face. The zipper at the back of my neck was pulled all the way to the top of my head and I heard a tiny click. A padlock? We hadn’t talked about any padlocks tonight.

For the next few minutes we just groped and grabbed and caressed each other in the latex and rubber we wore. James added some thick rubber gloves to his outfit and as we hugged he started slapping my ass. I could hear myself moaning inside the hood, but I knew the sound wasn’t carrying very far.

Again, he pulled back and went to the computer to see what responses and suggestions had come in. I stood stupidly in the middle of the room, my dick feeling a bit crowded inside the tight rubber suit.

James typed a few more responses then went back to the table holding our gear. This time he couldn’t hide behind his back the item that was to be used next. It was our rubber straitjacket, dripping with belts everywhere. The suit was a special-order item from a guy who lived not far from Atlanta. This sucker was good. Not only did he use the very heaviest rubber he could buy but he reinforced the entire suit with canvas between layers of rubber. I’d popped a few belts loose on another straitjacket we’d bought. There was no way I could do that on this one.

He held the suit out in front of me and I gamely stepped forward, my arms extended. He slid the jacket onto my arms and pushed it on as far as he could from the front. The jacket felt like it weighed 20 pounds. He stepped behind me and began tightening each strap. I loved this feeling. This slow loss of freedom as each belt was buckled tightly. My arms were threaded through a loop on the front and pulled tightly around my chest. The belt connecting the two hands was pulled very tightly. Two belts were pulled from the front of my crotch, through my legs and cinched in the back. A final belt pulled the neck of the suit completely closed. I had given over completely to James. I was his prisoner and would be until he decided otherwise.

Again he went to the computer terminal and checked the incoming messages from the other guys on the site. A little more typing from James and back he strode to me.

“They’re liking what they see. A lot. But they want more. You’re ready for more, aren’t you, boy?”

The gag prevented me from talking but I did my best to nod yes.

“Good boy.” James walked me to the wall where we had several hooks placed through the drywall and into the studs. He pulled out several lengths of rope and began to truss me to the wall very tightly. The suit had several D rings in strategic places and allowed James the maximum number of ways to make certain I was completely secured in place. He added ankle restraints so that he could equally secure my legs. Lastly he placed a large mirror on the wall opposite me so that I could enjoy the site of his work as much as he clearly was enjoying doing it.

For a third time he returned to the table of our supplies, this time picking up the unit that ran our electric toys. Shit! I’d totally forgotten about the plug in my ass and the belts on my dick. He knelt in front of me and hooked the wires running from my ass and cock to the machine. While I trusted James, I could feel a little panic inside me. I’m a bit of a wuss when it comes to the electro, or at least James claims I am, and a little goes a long way.

I began to squirm in the straitjacket. I realized just how well he’d done his job since I was moving only a matter of inches, maybe only half-inches. James could sense my panic.

“Not to worry, rubber boy. Relax and enjoy the ride.”

And on came the electro, a very slow pulse in my ass. God, that felt good. Then a tingle in my dick. Also good. I could feel my dick responding to the stimulation. A huge moan escaped from me, muffled by the huge ball gag and the latex hood. James heard it nonetheless.

“See? Nothing to worry about. Now let me see what our friends think.”

He sat down at the computer and read the various messages that had come in from our viewers. He typed several responses, then stood and walked back over toward me. Again he knelt, this time turning both dials up a notch. The pulse in my asshole got deeper and stronger, still good, but taking me to an edge. The tingle in my dick got sharper, more defined. It was an odd combination of hot and cold, like a frozen knife, now lit on fire, being dragged down the full length of my cock.

I screamed inside the hood. Well, maybe not screamed, but certainly let out a helluva a cry. Again, the hood and gag were effective, but James was on top of things.

“Count to ten. Make it to ten. Then we dial it down.” And he counted. So Fucking Slowly. And he dialed it down.

I was gasping for air, but sadly disappointed that he’d turned it off completely. Nothing. No feeling whatsoever. And then the pulse and tingle returned. And slowly I was taken back up to where we’d been before, maybe a notch higher.

“Good boy. Now count to twenty. Then we dial it down.” I swear he counted even more slowly. Now I was truly screaming at him. The drool was running down my chin and I screamed and screamed.

And it was over. Off.

Shit. There was no residual feeling. No left over pain, not like a real knife on my dick. What had I screamed about? Electro really fucked with my head I had to admit. I was disappointed it was gone, yet afraid it might come back.

And now the tingle and pulse again. Shit, shit, shit. James was laughing his ass off. Motherfucker. I would get even. Hell, I never got even, I always got way ahead, and I would do so again.

And now a scarier sound that James’ laughing. A knock at the door. James stopped laughing. I was holding my breath. Who the fuck was that? Another knock. Another knock, this time more like pounding.

“Police. Open up!”

Holy shitfuck. We hadn’t made that much noise, I thought. Shit. Maybe somebody saw us online. No, that couldn’t be right. We were very careful about setting our site up for all the guys we knew. Shit shit shit.

James got up and took off his rubber biker jacket. He slipped on a denim shirt hiding a good part of his torso and lower body. It was the best he could do. He made his way to the door and opened it.

Shit. He hadn’t remembered to turn off the electro. It felt like it was growing in intensity with each pulse and tingle, but that was probably my growing fears projecting that idea.

I couldn’t see James at the front door which meant that whoever was at the front door couldn’t see me. Thank God. But I could hear the conversation clearly. And I swear that the electro was ramping up another notch.

“We’ve had some complaints from the neighbors. We need to follow up on those.” I could hear a pretty rough, to-the-point voice.

“Complaints about what?” James asked. Damn, he sounded nervous.

“Noise mostly. One caller said it sounded like someone was screaming in here. Can we take a look around?” This voice was gruffer and deeper than the first. Sounded older too.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Say NO, James. Say NO!

“I’d really rather you didn’t. Just having sex. Guess we got carried away. We’ll be quiet, Officers”

And, as if on cue, the electro ramped up a couple more notches and I let go a good scream inside the hood.

It took only a few seconds for the officers to appear around the corner and come into my full view.

End part one.