Saturday, 3 July 2021
Fiction: Cigar Boy Part #3
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Chapter
3
Recovering from my exertion, his tongue returned to work on
my other boot after his forced feeding of my seed as I tucked my moist and
still hard cock back inside the jock and confines of my uniform. I needed to relax and recover before I used him
again.
Still in his fully restrained state, his tight fitted shirt
was now starting to show patches of sweat which only seemed to highlight the
trained muscles beneath. He was still
clearly turned on with the pronounced hardon showing in his suit, and moist
patch spread across the grey fabric of his crotch.
Despite his recent feeding, the tongue seemed as enthusiastic
now as ever; his wet chin taking long strokes across the tip of my other boot,
leaving it moist and glistening. I could
again feel the pressure of each stroke, and the tip of his tongue working
between the laces. I leant forward to
drop ash on the glistening boot and patted the top of his leather hooded head
with my glove.
“Good slave”.
In two small, moist licks, the ash was again gone, and
returning long strokes restored the high shine of the black leather. Again I was
presentable for the streets to my satisfaction with the help of a willing boot
boy who was only a short way into this evening’s training. I continued to savour the remainder of my
cigar burning down, periodically tapping the ash directly into the boy’s mouth
for disposal. I rewarded his efforts
more by rubbing my black leather gloved hand on his chin, lips, and pushed
inside his mouth, finger fucking that beautiful wet mouth. I made sure the cigar smoke was exhaled to
fill his senses and invade his nostrils.
The smell of the cigar smoke, leather and sweat; image of
him restrained and horny at my boots and sounds of creaking leather, wet mouth
and occasional gagging once again sent the blood to my cock and it swelled
inside the jock. Pulling his head
forward, I brought it onto my crotch only to witness again the tongue extending
and licking the length of the closed uniform zip; chewing on the fabric and
drawing in the scents of his owner. He
used his mouth and chin to put pressure on my balls right up to the head of my
cock. This boy knew how to pleasure a
boss.
With the cigar now burned down I stubbed it out and reached
down to pull him up by the collar to face me in a slouched standing position as
best he could still in a belly chain and legcuffs. Suddenly yanking forward the collar and
disorientated by the leather hood depriving him of full vision he lost balance
and fell forward onto my body armour and hivis
jacket.
Putting my gloved hands around the perfectly muscled butt
cheeks, I adjusted his position so that his chin met mine and smelled the black
boot polish, sweat and sex on his exposed chin before placing my hand on the
back of the hood, and encouraging him closer where my lips tasted his. Soft, tasting of leather and smoke; I forced
his lips open and probed inside his mouth with my tongue, gently at first and
then roughly as deep as I could. He
physically seemed to go limp, and surrendered to this new assault, then kissing
back as vigorously.
I was enjoying exploring his mouth, and I could equally
feel both our cocks rubbing against each other from the confines of their
clothes. I ran my gloved fingers down
both side of his butt, squeezed and pulled the cheeks apart, and drew circles
with my fingers around his hole. If all
went well, I’d abuse that soon too.
“Another choice boy; stay or go?”
“Stay…” through a breathy response “please…” and then gaining his composure and
remembering his position “SIR YES SIR”.
“Then I should make something for us both to eat…. After all, you can’t live on leather and
protein alone…”
I caught the sides of his mouth turn into a glimmer of a
smile before I guided him into a standing position, the chains making a
glorious sound as they dragged across the concrete floor. Reaching for my belt, I unclipped my keyring
and led him to lean against a wall at an angle.
I enjoyed running my fingers down his back, over his beautiful tight
butt cheeks, down one leg, and inserted my key and unlocked one ankle cuff and
released one foot, then the other. Next,
I released one wrist and then the other from the belly chain, before unlocking
the padlock and removing it completely.
Last to be removed was the leather cocksucker hood to reveal his full
handsome features.
“Strip slave”
He didn’t need ordering a second time, and immediately
reached up to undo the buttons of his white fitted shirt pulling it out from
his belt line. The shirt now had moist
patches throughout, making the dark outline of his tits visible, and some
extensive military tattoos. As each
button was undone top to bottom, I enjoyed what I saw more and more. A largely hairless chest, sculped and
defined, fully inked, narrowing to a pronounced set of worked out abs. Bulging biceps, defined shoulders and muscled
forearms covered in more ink. I couldn’t
resist stroking down the chest, playing with each of the nipples and down the
six pack abs which were covered in a thin trail of dark hair.
The bulge in his suit pants was prominent, with the shadow
of his long hard cock straining for release, and large damp stain from his
precum. This image too was too much to
resist and my gloved hands continued down his crotch and cupped his balls and
gave a good squeeze. His eyes closed and
there was a growl of complete utter frustrated pleasure.
I teased and played a while more before he was rewarded too
much, I stepped back and expectantly raised my eyebrows and looked at his
crotch.
The non-verbal command obeyed he reached down for his belt,
opened his zip and slid his trousers down to reveal ink down each leg, and a
now moist white jock with his cock head extending out under the waist
strap. Just beautiful. I rubbed my gloved fingertips over the end of
his cock, collecting the precum then delivered it to his eager waiting mouth
and he licked the leather keenly.
The view from behind with the jock framing his tight
muscled bubble butt cheeks was equally as fine, my gloved hand tracing the
tanned circles and over his puckered pink hole. I gave a slap which took him by surprise
before he steadied himself.
“All of it”
He quickly pulled the socks off and jock, and freed his
swollen purple cock head now fully erect, pre-cum forming a bead ready to drip
from the slit. He was neatly trimmed
with a nice pair of primed bull balls, and decent girth and length.
I stood behind his wide shoulders, and placed my hand on
the back of his neck and whispered in his ear “if you cum without permission,
there will be punishments. Understand?” I closed my fingers around his ball sack
squeezed and pulled them down.
“SIR YES SIR”
“Good boy, then I need to fix some food for us, and keep
you amused for a while… Face the wall, spread eagle… show your owner his
property for abuse… and don’t move…”
He again leaned against the solid wall, spreading his arms
and legs wide in prone position, and providing me with the best view of
muscular body, tight balls hanging down and spread butt, pink hole all willing
for me to take any way I wanted.
Moving to one of the storage areas of the playroom, I
unclipped two lockable heavy padded black leather fist mitts and a heavy black leather
sensory deprivation hood and put the padlocks in my body armour. Returning to the boy, I ordered him to put
one hand behind him, and slid the heavy fist mitt over his wrist, pulled the
buckle shut, fastened and padlocked into place.
Ordering him to reverse position, I saw him looking at his
new padlocked restriction and flexing his fingers inside to try and explore any
attempt at escape. The fist mitts are
designed to stop all ability to manipulate and create a ‘hand prison’ and it
was suitable for the next position he would find himself in. With the ability to fully lock them and the
attached D rings, no boy was pleasuring himself without owner permission.
I pulled the next mitt into position, and again, pulled the
buckle strap tight and applied the padlock.
“Stand tall boy”
There was precum dripping from the end of his bulbous erect
cock leaving a snail trail to the floor.
I stood behind him, reaching forward to play with his balls
and slowly and torturously pump the full length from the base to the glans;
nibbled his earlobe and reiterated “if you cum without permission, there will
be punishments”.
I took a step back, taking the leather hood, and pulled it
down over his head, cutting out all sight and muffling outside sounds. The sudden change must have taken him by
surprise as he pointlessly raised the fist mitts to
feel his head to which I slapped his butt hard, and I forced both hands back
into the wall in a spread-eagled off-balance position.
I set too pulling each of the laces tight down the back of
the hood and tying them off at the neckline, and then pulled the back zip
closed. I pulled the collar tight and
slipped another padlock through the zip and clasp. Next I buckled the
straps over the eyes mouth and around the jaw to a suitable level of tightness,
and padlocked each in place.
Hearing his breath sounds from the nose holes, the sudden
complete inescapable isolation and heady smell of black leather and padlocks
clicking shut appeared to make his cock twitch and produce even more fresh
dripping precum.
I gave him some reassurance by putting both arms around his
chest and gently playing with his nipples to which he moaned pleasure before
guiding his isolated senses towards the fuck bench.
I positioned his feet in the right location using a gentle
kick of my boot and then encouraged him to bend forward, into an all fours
position over the bench. I quickly fastened
the straps around his fist mitts, and then his bulging biceps were also
restrained. Next
I clipped the hood down and pulled the strap around his back, followed by a
strap each across each of this thighs calves and ankles.
It was a beautiful sight seeing this muscle stud fully
restrained and hooded; strapped at every movement point; unable to do more than
squirm, focused on his own breathing, his cock and balls hanging free and
dripping with precum and hole exposed.
I pushed play on the slave mind programming MP3 he’d hear
inside the hood and made myself more comfortable by stripping down out of the
majority of my uniform to just my trousers, boots, jock and gloves. My cock was already starting to recharge and
want more action and I stroked it through my uniform.
Leaning forward, I took his solid cock and stroked the
length of it, wiping the build up of precum back down the shaft and over my
gloves. Flicking on the cock head
gently, I reminded him who was boss and received a muffled moan from the
strapped down hood in response.
Wiping the precum back up behind his balls, I stroked up
the length of his butt crease from bottom to top, then top to bottom again,
fingering the edge of his butthole. Each
time I teased around the puckered-up ring of flesh, there was moaning and
struggling into the fuck bench.
The endless loop MP3 was filled with repeating suggestions
of ownership, service, compliance and bondage sex sounds. I found that it enhanced the sex experience
for both slave and master especially with ex services; and they enjoyed being
‘programmed’.
Leaning forward, I spread the butt cleft with my moist
gloved hands and started my tongue at the very back of his balls, and licked
and teased every inch between that spot and his butthole. I licked his balls and tasted the hot scent
of each as I took each into my mouth.
The struggling in vain against the tight restraints continued, along
with guttural growls. I’d certainly hit an
Achilles heel.
Changing track again, I started at the small of his back
with my tongue and followed the trail down the sensitive treasure trail, but
this time, continued to reach his pucked ring, and
circled it with my tongue. The
struggling stopped but the muffled moans continued.
I teased the edges as long as I could resist before the
call of exploring inside the exposed pink ring overwhelmed me as I pushed my
tongue inside the captive target. I saw
a new glob of precum directly drip from the edge of his cock onto the playroom
floor, as the growls got louder.
There was an exquisite taste of flesh, sex and sweat as I
fucked his ring with my long tongue.
Spreading the cheeks wider and wider, I worked deeper and deeper and
teased every nerve. My cock was again
fully hard at all the sensations of this fully controlled muscle boy who was
every inch my property.
As enjoyable as this meal was, I needed more formalised
nutrition and there would be more opportunity later to completely use him. I would continue this exercise later, but now
I needed to condition him into a game he couldn’t win.
Moving more toys into position, I mounted a dildo onto the
fuck machine which was slightly smaller than my own girth, and fastened it to
the fixing on the back of the fuck bench.
Moving it forward, the edge of the dildo pushed against the moist open
pink opening, and the stud bucked again against the heavy straps, realising the
change in sensation and he was about to be violated in a different way.
Adding some lube, I moved the machine forward, and the
bulbous end of the black dildo pushed against its target. This produced the loudest growling to date,
and as I pushed forwards I felt resistance as the opening stretched, and then
snapped shut as the dildo fully invaded him. Fixing he fuck machine into position, I
switched it onto the lowest speed. As
the mechanism revolved, I watched it almost withdraw before it plunged back in
and he growled again.
There was no way for this stud to avoid the sensations –
the straps were very secure and anchored him completely immobile in the perfect
position for this exquisite torture. I
added some more lube and set the control to gradually increase in speed over 15
minutes, if he could last that long we’d see.
The soundtrack and suggestions being played on a loop would further
reduce his resistance.
I set the timer, and then went upstairs to change and
prepare some food...
Monday, 26 April 2021
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