After unloading my seed down Mark’s willing throat, I continued walking the trail, and resumed live playback of my captive in his cell. Once again he seemed to be dozing with the sedatives flooding his system and the army blanket laid over his mid torso and legs. I scrolled back through the footage to earlier, and his vain attempts at exploring the hex and padlocked metal seed pod his cock and balls were enclosed within. The Cialis clearly enhanced and frustrated the big restrained musclecop being amorous even more.
He looked like he was trying to tug his locked up hard meat with one hand while the other was fingering his own boyhole. The tight leather strap padlocked round his balls would cause pain each time he yanked the seed pod, and prevent his cock from getting the stimulation he needed to shoot his copload. Or at least so I’d planned. He certainly wasn’t entitled to that pleasure as far as he was my meat; he was just a muscle mouth and fuckhole to be used. I’d have liked to see the frustrated look on his face and the grunts of exertion. Before long he’d given up the fight and accepted there would be no happy ending anytime soon.
He felt around the walls of the cell again before locating the drinking straw. I was pleased to see he was still unable to remove the heavy steel helmet and was essentially blind in his own dark world. Previous boys told me that the sound while locked in the helmet was a distorted version of reality, with each external sound amplified and the focus of your own breath. His muscular frame bent submissively over the toilet and the drinking straw sucked down the liquid. I honestly didn’t remember if I’d left piss in it or fresh water. At least the camera gave me a good view of this angle.
Forwarding the video feed a little I watched him find the dumbbells I’d left in the cell and start using them for his biceps; each rep flexing beautifully for the camera. While I was enjoying the entertainment of the feed while I walked, the video was becomingly increasingly blocky and buffering; before long timed out completely as I moved outside cell coverage. My temporary entertainment over I enjoyed walking the trail and by this point it was warm enough I’d worked up a sweat.
it was early afternoon and I stopped to eat and drink before continuing the circular route back to my vehicle. The route back didn’t match the events of the walk up but the fresh air and sun had reset my stress levels and readied me for bar night with friends. I didn’t enter cellular coverage again until around 30 minutes before I got back to my truck; but long enough to see that after biceps, triceps, shoulders, lunges, pushups and situps my slave was thirsty and hungry, and downed both laced shakes one after another. In around an hour, he’d be asleep for at least six hours; and docile and placid when I woke him after only half that. The live view again showed him lying on his side in the locked helmet, with the blanket pulled up over his shoulders. I would let him rest; for now.
I returned to my split level house come playspace in less than 45 minutes; despite a minor detour via the surgery. I’d stocked up on a few items which might be useful that evening and for his ownership. He was still sleeping peacefully according to the live feed, hardly stirring in his forced slumber. This time, the sedative had won over the sex stimulation.
After showering off the day I considered that to wear for bar night that would compliment my new pet; was it a leather, uniform, rubber or skin type of evening? Perhaps harness, shirt, full Langlitz leathers and tall polished bike boots. Even if my pet wasn’t willing, there were plenty of bootboys who would make sure they were suitably spit shined by the end of the evening. Black leather gauntlets and traditional leather muir cap would finish off the Tom Of Finland look. I’d also snap my handcuffs, leg irons and a padlockable collar to my belt; as you never knew what situation would present itself. The bar thought nothing of any of it; it was used to the full leather and fetish customers.
I sat down with a coffee and scrolled to my pet; who was still not stirring. Warm from the shower and just in a pair of white cotton boxers, my thoughts about my evening planned again had my cock swelling and a moist patch again starting to form. I stroked and the moist patch became more pronounced; but I wanted to save my load for some willing mouth or more at the bar night. Before I knew, I must of drifted off, awaking to the dulling colours of dusk outside the window. It was perfect timing to change into my evening wear and get my pet ready for his night out of service.
I fastened the harness round my wide shoulders before the black leather shirt with police patches on the shoulders. The pockets shoulders and short sleeves were edged with white which enhanced my frame. I enjoyed the slow ritual of changing into a full leather master, the coolness of the leather shirt enclosing my chest and releasing the glorious aroma of leather as it warmed. Next came my black leather breeches; pulled up around my muscled quads and calves the white stripe enhancing my height. I didn’t feel this was the night for a rear zip so boys could taste that Daddy musk directly, but these pants certainly framed my thick cock with a pleasing bulge. The crotch, legs and butt were padded with cross stitching and many boys had tasted the leather before reward or frustrated denial. The sailor front zips provided easy access to skilled boys with a talented teeth and lips. Fastening the saddle leather polished belt I squeezed my crotch enjoying the feeling of leather enclosure and anticipation.
To complete my attire, I pulled on my highly shine police Dehner motorcycle boots one by one. I noticed that one had a little ash on from a previous scene; my pet would take care of that soon enough. The irony was that I now had another full uniform to enjoy which I was sure would fit; even if I might not be as wide as my sedated cop slave. I reckoned it would still carry his scent and would look good as my cock in his full uniform slid inside him. We’d try that later perhaps.
Grabbing my Langlitz jacket, wallet, keys and cell phone, I turned out the upstairs lights and headed down to the dungeon level. The sedatives were indeed working well; he was still on his side on his bunk, his head padlocked in the inescapable metal prison. He’d already eaten, taken care of his body functions; and now came more service. Tonight he would be turned into everything he previously taunted other gay men about; and become an anonymous human service urinal without any ability to resist.
I collected together all the gear I’d need, and it was time to return him to his position as sex object.
Again tucking the stun gun into my waistband his wrists and legs were still free despite his senses being disabled by the helmet. Slowly opening the cell door as quietly as possible, my dozing stud didn’t even react as I placed a pair of handcuffs and legcuffs on his bunk; then took my nightstick and connected it with the metal helmet with a metallic thunking sound. I took a step back as my sleepy sex slave woke with a start and threw off the army blanket sitting up with a grunt that he was no longer alone.
“I hope you enjoyed your free time slave. But now it’s time to return to your life as pigslave. We’re going to enjoy a nice pleasant evening out; and either this will be very difficult for you or significantly easier… your choice.”
“Yes sir” came a sleepy response; quiet but at least compliant.
“So as reward for your good behaviour; I’ll take that metal helmet off shortly; or else you can stay in it another day as a reminder that I own you and be tasered. Your choice”. I repeated. “There are a pair of handcuffs and legcuffs on your bunk. I want you to find them, first cuff your ankles, and then front cuff yourself. Then you’ll receive a reward by being released from your helmet. Do it now.”
He felt the bunk and located the cold metal, and explored the two items before identifying which was which. He lifted his legs, giving me a perfect view of the padlocked seed pod still in place, and perfectly peach muscle butt cheeks which I’d already enjoyed and would again before long. Enclosing each ankle within a loop, he pressed metal through metal and the ratchet clicked tight until the circle was tightly closed.
“Good pig… and next your hands...”
Again, no additional persuasion was needed; he dutifully felt the cuffs before fastening around one wrist and ratcheting shut, and with some manoeuvring, the other. Once again this compliant inked musclestud now fully restrained had my cock growing inside my leathers.
“Now stand up boy… and walk in the direction of my boots...”
With his head bowed and the shackles scraping across the concrete floor, I moved through into the main playroom; purposely not guiding him and showing I still had complete control. My boots stomped across the concrete floor and my leathers creaked beautifully. Once into the main playroom, I attached a heavy chain to the front of the helmet collar. I put tension on the other end of the chain and pulled, he hobbled helplessly towards the standing cage through which it was looped. A few tugs and his bare feet found the slight step up into the cage and he continued to follow the direction of the chain. I closed the top section of the cage bars and then the lower once he was fully inside.
“Now stand still”
To complete the securing, I pulled the heavy padlock closed at the side of the top section of bars; before repeating on the lower section. There was a slightly more open section between the locked sections so a boss had easy access to a boy’s cock and butt level without ability to resist. There were also numerous attachment loops both in and around the cage for further control of a boy if it was needed.
Once secured I ran my gloved hand down the boy’s thigh, enjoying the feeling of the flexing muscle, over his bulging quads, down the calf to the ankle. I inserted and twisted the key to unlock the legcuffs before sliding them safely out of reach. I left the hands still cuffed while I turned my attention to unlocking the heavy padlock of the steel helmet and putting the hex key in the lock and twisting just a few times. Finally, I inserted my key in the handcuffs, and one at a time, let them swing open and took them out the cage.
“Now lift your hands up to the helmet, find the key and turn it anti clockwise”.
Without question, he raised his hands, felt around for the key, and slowly turned it, gradually separating the sections of the heavy helmet. Before long the two sections of the lock came apart, and the helmet swung open.
“Just take it and put it on the floor boy”.
He blinked and frowned as the strong lighting of the playroom overwhelmed his optic nerve after so long in darkness; and then his gaze moved to around him and his fully clad leather owner in front of him. He dipped his gaze down; either looking at his still securely locked cock, or in submission of his captor. His square jaw showed the pressure marks from his enclosure and the dark stubble was really starting to show. I thought it made him look more rugged than the clean cut he was when he first because my property.
“Take the small key that’s hanging on the chain above your head. Now, unlock the padlock that’s keeping your faggot cock locked away. Do it now”.
He immediately located the key; and I expected by this point he’d be all too keen to release his manhood from the enforced metal prison. But there was definite hesitation.
“Was that unclear boy? I want your cock unlocked. I’m surprised that we need persuasion for that...” I took the stun gun pushed it through the cage against his bulging quad. I was about to pull the trigger when there was a timid quiet but gruff response.
“SIR NO SIR. But I no longer own my junk SIR. YOU DO SIR”
This was somewhat of a surprise given recent resistance, but nonetheless I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows and subconsciously I heard fireworks in my head. This was too easy; he was confined; what else was going on here I wondered.
“Unlock yourself slave. Now”
The threat of further pain compliance seemed to resolve whatever was causing the resistance and he looked down to the seed pod locking him, and his muscular arms took a hold of the pod and searched for the padlock keyhole. Before long it was located and with a click the padlock was released and the two sides hinged apart. It seemed that even locked up this bull was semi hard and the leather retaining strap padlocked tightly round his balls was now the only thing constraining him. With the key again inserted in the padlock and turned he was finally released and the pod fell away. Immediately his cock sprang vertical to its full length, the big purple head now being allowed to drip pre-cum without constraints and his heavy tanned balls falling to their natural spot.
Perhaps it was denial for so long; perhaps it was the forced drugging; but this boy was horny; there was no doubt. I’d seem him playing with his hole on the camera earlier but was he genuinely getting turned on by this treatment; being owned; being my sex object? Certainly, I was enjoying his arousal and potential embarrassment. I had a thought: this cunt likes being treated as a pig. I could even see the oozing precum which was now moistening this boy’s cockhead.
With his hands and feet fully restrained, I certainly wasn’t going to let him enjoy himself or unload his seed, so I needed to take control of the situation again quickly. Taking some of the earlier equipment; I pushed the heavy bundle through the bars of the cage.
“Put this on slave. This is the first of your attire for this evening; you need to step into the moulded boots first from the rear; then pull the suit up over your torso, pull your cock and balls through the hole in the front of the suit and put your arms down into the sleeves; before turning round and I was pull up the zipper to your neck”.
I enjoyed watching him squat down the in cage as much as he could, first stepping one leg into the embedded boots; smoothing the heavy rubber suit over his bulging legs, and then the other. The suit would undoubtedly fit. He fondled his own cock and balls through the hole at the front of the suit – which I noticed where still moist and fully erect – before struggling to get his shoulders in. With some persistence; the stretched rubber eventually enclosed his wide chest, and both hands went down the sleeves.
“Now turn away from me slave”.
I took hold of the bottom of the zip and edged it closed to the neck. I could smell rubber, male musk and see sweat starting to bead across my meat’s back from the exertion. The additional lube made things easier, and the zip enclosed his back to the neck. There was no collar on this suit, because I had better plans for that. It suited him – the shiny rubber accentuating his muscled torso, tight butt and legs. I wondered if he was even aware enough to notice there was also a small access hole in the rear of the suit.
“Good. Now stand to face forward.” His cock still betrayed what seemed like his enjoyment of the whole situation. “Take the item I’ll pass you; pull it over your chest and buckle the collar around the back of your neck. Then push your arms down into the sleeves, and turn away again”
I took the heavy grade rubber straightjacket to my side, and fed it through the bars. It was an intense and sweaty 1mm enclosure experience for any boy lucky enough to experience it. The arm sleeves terminated in reinforced rubber mitts which made touch or manipulation of anything using a boy’s fingers completely pointless. The rear seam had a wide rubber collar for a boy’s neck, shoulder, mid back, and two buckling straps at waist level. A belt to pull the arms together in front, side loops for added control and two crotch straps completed the inescapable rubber prison. This particular jacket I’d had custom made with additional crosshatch rubber panels across the shoulders and sleeves to increase the visual look of the jacket. It went without saying that every single buckle would lock.
Unfolding the mass of rubber and straps passed through the bars he remained harder than ever as he realised his pending fate. As duly ordered, he found the wide rubber collar and the inside of the jacket and lifted the mass of heavy rubber to his shoulders, pulled the heavy rubber collar around his existing suit, and buckled it closed. Then holding up the weight of the jacket with one hand, he pushed his muscular arm into the dark enclosing prison, before following through with the other hand. A drip of pre-cum fell on the cage floor as he turned away from me, his pink and purple cock head still standing at attention.
I fastened the top shoulder buckle quickly and tightly, adding to my meat’s confinement in tight rubber. I followed with the mid back strap fastening it tightly across his wide shoulders before the lower back straps cinched tight against his narrow waist. The warm rubber creaked and the smell of warm rubber and warm leather was heady.
“Now cross your arms in front boy”
I took told of each hanging arm strap, making sure it was fed through the loops at the side of the jacket, and then pulled them tight together forcing him in to the traditional arms cross restrained position, before fastening the heavy rubber strap and buckle. This was another good visual and my cock stirred in my leathers again. Next, a few finishing touches before his night of slavery would begin.
A Carrara metal chastity belt would be the next item, and would fit over the suit perfectly. In his restrained caged position, he was no risk; and I took my time in applying the metal waist belt central lock. His cock was still standing hard but the moistness made it easier to line up the end of his cock with the internal cock sleeve inside this metal prison. It slid away into its prison easily, and I brought the other side of the belt round, and pushed it into the locking mechanism. It made a satisfying click as I tightened it further over the rubber, pressed it locked, and then turned the key. I swore he grunted as the lock closed.
To complete the chastity, there was another item to add and given earlier observations I actually thought it was going to enjoy it more than I’d hoped. I turned him away from me, and added some lube to the lockable dildo which would make him grunt more. It was a reasonable size with three separate wide sections separated by narrow sections, and made out of cold steel. Locating the panel at the rear of the belt, I started pushing the dildo between my rubber slave’s legs, locating the hole in the rubber suit, and the boyfole behind. The suit hole was easy to find but the boyhole was less lined up. Before long the lubed dildo found it’s target and moved forward in my gloved hand. He grunted as the invader started pushing into his hole, but the first ridge disappeared easily, and I kept the pressure on as the second wide section again pulled into his hole to the narrow section. The plug was now in its final position in the belt, and I clicked the final padlock into place.
My pig boyslave would be staying locked and plugged the entire night; my buddies in the bar were used to heavyweight boys turning up to play; and this wasn’t an unusual for me to bring a boy obviously in this state.
It was almost time to head to the bar; but I still had more work to do. Safely in the cage, I went to other area of the playroom to retrieve triple weight heavy leg irons connected by a heavy chain. The practicalities of my full ownership had to be considered; he would remain hobbled all evening to prevent any opportunity. Putting them through the bars of the cage, I applied them to one rubber clad ankle; pulling the metal together and the self locking mechanism clicking shut securely. Then the other ankle followed, with a satisfying click of the lock. The length of chain was short – walking in a short shuttle was possible; but running was impossible.
Satisfied, finally it was time to let my pet out of his secure cage; and enjoy the bar with my friends. Turning keys in turn, I unlocked each padlock from the upper and lower sections of the standing cage, and swung the doors open.
“Out”
Completely restrained, chastised and hobbled he carefully stumbled out the cage.
“SIR thank you SIR”
“Now last thing boy before go out; down on your knees; or this will not end a good night for you”
It’s not easy for a six something completely restrained muscleboy to easily drop to his knees when locked and plugged; but with effort he managed to get down or rather fall down on his knees. There was only one recognisable identity left; which I needed to take care of and prepare him for his service in the club. I ran my hand down the back of his stubbled military cut, and back up over his forehead and down his nose; quickly covering it with my glove. He was already sweating inside his enclosure, but I wasn’t finished with his punishments.
Taking the heavy rubber hood I’d put out earlier, I quickly brought it down over his face and as he took a surprised breath, pushed the deep gag into his mouth and pushed the rubber hood against the rest of his face, pulling it back over his head, and pulling the heavy zipper down to the built in collar. Fastening the collar over the straightjacket collar tight enough that it would hold everything in place; a final heavy padlock was applied. He didn’t even suspect it coming; and the heavy hood would now focus him on his own breath sounds and the air or fluids which he’d soon have no choice to take.
“Good. Now it’s time to leave”
Hooking a heavy chain and further padlock to the front of the straightjacket, I pulled the chain and he stumbled forward in the direction I indicated his chains rattling and rubber creaking. Picking up my possessions and a few other items, we headed to the garage as part of the dungeon where my van was waiting. I unlocked the rear doors of the van, and stepped up still holding the chain.
“This way boy. Dogs always in the back”.
He managed to kneel on the edge of the van, and somehow move forward as I pulled the chain towards the eyebolt to his he’d be padlocked during the ride to the bar.
