Saturday, 26 September 2020

Ride Out - Locked In - Part 3

Unfastening the top of my jeans, I opened my leathers to reveal my own cock, straining against the jock I was wearing.  Without ordering, he leant forward and buried his nose in my crotch, taking deep breaths of my scent.  Extending his tongue, he started licking at my cock through the jock, working his tongue right up to the top which was now moist and sticky.  Extending his mouth round the head, he sucked it, and I leaned forward and pulled his skinhead harder onto my cock.  I could feel the moistness of his willing tongue through the holes in the fabric. 


Taking the waist band of my jock, I pulled it down to release my cock, the full eight inches sprang out. 

"Beg to service it" 


Looking up at me, with his tongue out, I held his head away.  I wanted him to beg for it, to tell me how much he wanted it sliding down his throat and to taste it. Certainly it wasn't going to be the first time he'd be tasting me, or find himself ridden if I had my way. 


"SIR please SIR let me feel your cum down my throat SIR”. 


Keeping hold of the back of his shaven head, I guided my cock into his mouth, and rammed it hard into his throat.  Expecting him to choke, he instead closed his lips round my shaft and took the full length.  Starting slow, I fucked his face, pulling his face onto the length of my manhood.  Taking it like a well trained boy, my moist cock looked hot sliding in and out, but I was in danger of firing down his throat sooner than I expected, so I pulled out to let his tongue clean off the head for a while. 


“Good lad.  But you’ve not earned your reward yet”. Pulling him by the collar, I brought him to his feet.  “Let’s give the boy his last gear choices eh, before his boss makes all the other decisions”.   Taking the leather straightjacket off the shelf, I laid it out next to him, and found the padlocks to the chest to wrist restraint.  Unlocking and unbuckling the chest strap, I let his wrists fall to his waist.  Then unbuckling each of the wrists, he was finally free from his restraints. 


“How’s that plug feel buried in that tight hole of yours boy?” 


“Feels good to be filled SIR” 


<whack>  I swung the whip again and connected with his ass. 


“You’ll learn boy, beginning and end, or punished.” 


“SIR yes SIR sorry SIR” 


“Some quiet time for you until you learn I think”  Of course, he was going to get that anyway, once he was in the hood he selected; but no harm in fucking with his head even more. 


“Both hands out in front of you boy at shoulder height.  Hope that cock of yours is nice and hard and frustrated inside your chastity.” 


His muscled chest and biceps looked especially good with his chain collar and metal chastity device.  It was going to look even better strapped up tightly.  Taking the mass of leather buckles and shaking it out in front of him, he extended each of his arms into the dark leather sleeves.  Pulling the jacket across his chest, I repositioned behind him, and started by fastening the wide leather strap of the collar around his neck.  I especially enjoy the ritual of getting a guy strapped up in a jacket.  One by one fastening and tightening the black leather straps around his body whilst he becomes more and more cocooned in tight inescapable leather, hugging him from every angle.  


So I enjoyed fastening the mid back strap, enclosing his muscles in the tight black leather, followed by the lower waist strap, and finally the shoulder strap.  The smell of warm leather smelled the air, and hot boy.  Reaching down between his legs, I took hold of one of the crotch straps, and put it through the buckle.  His beautiful bubble butt looked fantastic surrounded by the padlocked metal, and I could see the shining base of the plug which was invading his ass.  Pulling the strap tight, I knew it would give the plug deeper into his ass, and he let out a grunt satisfying me that was the case.  I took the other strap, and again, looped it through its buckle, and pulled it tight, pushing the plug deeper into his tight ass. 


“Last chance boy.  Turn back, or go ahead and cross your arms over your chest”. 


There wasn’t any hesitation.  The leather creaking, he crossed his hands over his chest.  Making sure that each wrist was looped under the side straps, I pulled both the leather straps attached to the sleeves, fed it through the buckle, and fastened him tightly into his new leather prison. 


Positioning against in front of him, I took the additional chest belt, and securely fastened it around his forearms, further securing the enclosure. 


Now how’s that feel boy?  Nice and secure?” 


“SIR yes SIR, SIR very hot SIR”. 


Once again, our lips met, our tongues exploring each other. 


“One last little detail, just for you though boy….” 


From another playroom shelf, I returned with another smaller item.  Lifting one of the tit flaps of the jacket, I took one of his tits.  With the existing ring hanging, it was already erect; obviously my new boy was still enjoying every second.  Squeezing on it, I played with it for a while before squeezing open the tit clamp and biting it down on his nipple.  He let out a loud groan, sounded like half surprise and half pain. 


“Too much boy? Too sensitive?” 


“SIR no SIR, SIR is my owner SIR” 


Opening the other flap, I snapped the other clamp into position.  This time there wasn’t even a murmur.  It was time for his punishment.  I wanted time to change into full leather uniform and boots, and I wanted him simmering on the edge, ready to beg for his ass to be opened when the plug was finally removed.   


“One more item boy and you have your punishment time”. 


The heavy hood came off the shelf again.  Presenting it in front of his face, I wanted to see the reaction and if was putting his ‘money where his mouth’ was. 


“Ready boy?” 


“SIR, nervous SIR” 


“Well, you’ll have to trust me to take care of you boy, or we can try something less heavy.  “ 


“SIR more heavy SIR” 


“Okay boy, I’m going to put this over your head, and lace it tighter and tighter.  You’ll smell leather, and sweat from previous boys who’ve been my prisoner.  Once on, I’ll fasten the straps, and you’ll lose all sense of space.  You’ll be able to grunt like the pig you are if you want me attention.  Then I’m going to padlock each buckle on the hood and down the straight jacket.  You’re my property and I’ll look after you if you panic.” 


A nervous but horny look in his eyes and a nod, and I pulled the heavy leather hood over his face.  Pulling it into position, I slowly laced each of the laces tighter to enclose his head, and once complete, pulled the zip down the back of the hood.  Patting him gently on the head, I checked if we was okay and received another nod.  Taking each of the three straps in turn, I first fastened the one round his jaw to the top of his head, then over the eyes, and finally around his mouth. 


With the hood shut, next, I applied padlocks to the three straps, through the zip and collar; trying to make as much noise as I could throughout to heighten the boy’s experience.  Next came additional padlocks on each of the straps on the straightjacket.  Safe and sound.  I wish I could have seen his cock inside the chastity. 


I lead him gently across the playroom, his lack of senses obviously limiting his movement.  Winching the hanging strap cage down, I removed it from its hook, and arranged it ready for him to step into. 


“Now boy, you’re going in my strap cage for a while.  However long I decide you need.  If you get uncomfortable, then work through it, as you’re padlocked in for as long as I say with that nice metal plug inside you and your cock in chastity”.  I was going to monitor him closely while I got on with other things, but I wanted to show him he was my property. 


Guiding him by the collar, I lead him over to the hanging strap cage, lowered it down on its winch, and then pulled the straps down.  Guiding him to step into the cage, his booted feet on the platform, I lifted the straps again, enclosing him inside the cage.  Turning on the handle on the winch, and his weight acting against the straps, the slack was taken up and the straps tightened around him.  It looked horny as hell as this jacketed and muscled stud was left hanging in inescapable bondage. 


I quietly ran my hands over the straps and traced the line of this beautiful plugged ass, and then tugged on the tit clamps a little, to which he moaned loudly inside the hood.  Quietly, I took an electrode, and pushed it into the plug filling his butt.  More moans from inside the hood, and further when I pushed in the second. 


Hooking up to my TENS box, I wondered how much he could take before he started to beg for release.  Starting low pulse low voltage, just enough to see the plug pulsating and electro fucking his hole, it must have done the trick, as he let out a low, deep growl.  I set myself down, and looked at my watch.  I’d give him an hour – if he lasted – and I’d ramp up the electro every five minutes.  I wanted him broken and relaxed before it was me inside his hole….

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