By Steellock

Here I am, sitting in a steel cage, a long penis gag in my mouth with my wrists and ankles locked into a rigid bondage bar. It’s been an hour and I’m starting to get very sore arms and my back is starting to spasm.

How the fuck do I get into these situations?

A few hours earlier I had been wandering though Soho at a loose end and looking for a bit of fun. As I passed one of the fetish shops I browsed the window and was handed a flier for a party in one of the clubs. They have a dungeon bar in their cellar and tonight it was open for fun. There was a strict entry dress requirement – leather only …

Well that was OK; I was in thick leather jeans and my boots with a black polo shirt. Should be fine.

The guy on the door was a tall, muscle-bound hunk in a tight black T shirt and jeans who gave me a look over and waved me on through, so I headed off down the stairs following the sound of the music and the babble of many guys chatting and having fun.

As I stepped into the space I saw that I was fairly early, still floor and bar space free but quite a few guys in every kind of leather from bikers to a few in leather jocks and harness. Some great bodies on show too …

Also I saw there were three cages, all currently empty, in a line down the middle of the bar.

I caught the eye of the barman, a young guy in bondage shorts and a harness, and ordered a beer. When he brought it I asked about the cages. He explained that they were open to anyone but that there were conditions. He pointed at the first of them where a skinhead was being led over by another barman also in shorts and harness.

It was a tall standing cage. Hanging from the top was a steel head cage and there were restraints already locked ready.

The skinhead was in black boots and Bleachers. He had a tough looking body, muscle and with some tattoos across his taut abdomen and shoulders.

He was backed into the cage and the barman buckled up and tightened the restraints on his boots, spreading his legs as far as the narrow cage would allow and then pulled his wrists to the back at each side, buckling them in too.

The guy was obviously getting very hard.

Then the head cage was opened. It hinged on one side. The skin’s head was pushed back so his neck was in the tight collar. At that point I noticed that the front had a built-in gag. A long rubber dildo; must have been 120mm long. As the front of the cage was pushed shut it forced it’s way into his mouth pushing his chin down so the cage would only just close. I could see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he fought the gag reflex and swallowed repeatedly.

A padlock was clicked in place locking the head cage. The guy’s cock got even harder and he struggled a bit to test out the bondage – he could hardly move a muscle!

The barman shut the front of the cage, clicking on three padlocks on the sections of the door. The front pushed against the Skinheads chest; it was not much space at all!

He flipped a card sign from ‘Vacant’ to ‘Engaged.’

I turned back to the guy behind the bar and asked what were the conditions. ‘Well that one is that you have to stay locked in all night and you have to take any tit-clamps or pegs that anyone wants to apply. He’s going to hurt a lot and be very sore in the morning!’ was the answer.

I looked at the other two cages. One was a doggy cage with a neck restraint on one end and restraints in each corner for wrists and ankles. Next to it was a rubber hood with a large funnel attached, the hose running into a long rubber gag. It was obvious what that one was for! Poking into the back was a fuck machine. That one would be an intense night!

The third cage was a little higher and lying inside were a rigid double wrist ankle bar, a gag and a cock chastity cage.

‘What’s the deal there?’ I asked.

‘You stay all night in the cage locked into the bar with the gag in. There may be a little electro if it takes guys fancy; actually usually does. If you ask to get out then you have to wear the chastity cage all week and go back into the cage next weekend for another go.’ was the answer. The barman grinned at me. ‘You tough enough?’ he asked. By this time I was hard and feeling very horny. It had been months since I had a good bondage session and my hormones were racing…

I turned and looked him in the eye and said ‘Hell yes but only if it’s you who puts me into it and you put the chastity cage on now.’

His grin got even wider and he came out from behind the bar and caught me by the back of the neck.

So here I am. I watched the bar fill up. I watched a leather biker guy get locked into the third cage; the zip in the back of his leathers pulled down and the fuck machine introduced to his butt. It’s been punching away for about an hour now. He’s right in front of me so I know he’s cum at least twice. Every so often my barman comes over and puts some lube onto the dildo and then grins at me. He gave some guys a mean twin pinwheel linked to an estim box and pointed them in my direction. Fuck that hurt when they ran it over my tits. Then they went off to have a piss; into the funnel of course.

I should have found this place years ago but fuck, my back and arms hurt. Perhaps if I give in and want out just before closing time they will make me come back next week; now there’s a thought …

 

To be continued …