By lthr_jock

Clark usually woke slowly, but on this occasion he was suddenly jerked awake as his body clenched in pain. He sat up suddenly, his legs, back and chest feeling like he had completed a massive workout on the previous day. This was combined with his back torso and legs being covered with a decent level of sunburn which gave him a whole different kind of pain. Clark got up, and went into the bathroom to look at himself. He looked a mess – his whole body a bright shade of red with white patches marking where the yoke had been locked onto him. Every movement made his muscles ache and he marvelled he hadn’t torn something.

The thick steel collar stood out against his reddened skin and Clark was amazed he had worn it all night. As he thought about the day before, he grinned to himself and admitted the whole thing had been arousing. A pain in his cock growing from dull to sharp reminded him that he was still wearing the cock cuff and that his growing excitement was being restricted. Clark headed back into the bedroom, found the key to the cuff and took it off. Sprawled back on his bed, it only took a few strokes to get his cock to full height and as he went back over the events of the day before, it didn’t take long before Clark climaxed, thick ropes of creamy cum spurting over his crotch and waist.

Clark lay there for a few seconds, unaware that this had all been filmed via webcam. He hadn’t cum that hard for a long time. He headed back into the bathroom and had a long shower, only realising them that he hadn’t removed the collar. “Damn, this thing seems to suit me.” He chuckled to himself and then headed back into the bathroom.

All the while, Clark was moving gingerly around. His muscles were screaming at him and he needed to get them sorted out. The sunburn made it worse and several times when he had been soaping up he winced as the sunburn flared under his hands. He was due at work later and he knew he would never be able to do his job like this. He grabbed his phone and called in “Hey, Vance? Yeah it’s Clarkie. Got a bug or something, won’t be in today. Yeah should be fine in a couple of days. Cya.”

Clark had a long cold bath and then got some liniment to rub into his aching muscles. That along with some after-sun cream left him oiled virtually all over with his hair matted against his skin. He checked his fridge for some food and was glad he wouldn’t have to go out to shop today. He went to pull on some clothes, but realised the oil on his skin would ruin anything he put on. He had a thought and grabbed the rubber pouch that Vickers had left him in on the day before. It wouldn’t be damaged if he wore it and so he worked it up and tucked his cock and balls inside it. He looked at himself in the mirror and did a few muscle poses enjoying the way it looked against his body. He chuckled to himself and wondered what Vickers would say if he saw this – unaware that Vickers could see all of this through the webcam.

Clark settled down in front of his computer and opened up his email. He was hoping for an email from Vickers and there it was.

“Hey Mr Clark, hope you enjoyed yourself yesterday. I got some amazing pics – have posted them already. Here’s the link. Oh, I hope you didn’t mind my little joke – I thought you’d appreciate it. Keep the gear – judging by the orders I have coming in from the website, you’ve helped make me a ton of money.”

Clark clicked on the link and started to look through the new gallery. He was amazed at how the pictures had come out. Samuel looked like a paragon of masculinity, but masked and restrained he was turned into something else. As Clark looked through them, he felt his cock starting to rise in the rubber. He started to rub at his crotch and then reached under the rubber to stroke harder.   Clark suddenly had a thought and paused. He went over to where he had dumped the restraints from yesterday, and before he could think about it anymore he put the collar back on and locked it in place. The chest harness followed and as it scraped over his sensitive nipples, Clark grunted – though it didn’t stop his cock rising. The restraints followed and Clark sat back down in his chair and started stroking again. His cock was soon rock-hard and Clark had to take it easy to prolong the feeling. When he eventually came, it went everywhere.   The strain of the day before and the release from the climax left Clark exhausted and he staggered a few steps to his bed before collapsing onto it, still in steel restraints and with cum drying on his front.

***

When Vickers reviewed the webcam footage that evening he was amazed and very happy. He was stunned to see Clark sleep in the collar and cuffs, but watching him put on the gear Vickers had left him in was more than he could possibly have hoped for. He took video clips and stills off of the webcam.

Vickers was delighted to see that Clark was clearly enjoying the bondage – and enjoying it more and more. He re-ran the video of Clark in chains jerking off – and then re-ran it again. Pulling down his trousers he started to stroke as well as he planned what to do next. He knew that if he went too fast, Clark would back off so he had to proceed with caution.

***

Clark and Vickers only spoke by email & chat over the next few weeks. Vickers was busy – the new pictures of Samuel had garnered the interest he had hoped for and he had several orders for his new gear. He had farmed the construction out to someone else while he worked on something new.

Clark kept an eye on the website, again enjoying the photos of himself and the comments that were placed about him. He increased his time at the gym, hardening his already muscular body and trimming down.   He spoke to Vickers about it & Vickers suggested a tracking programme that involved him measuring his muscles and tracking their growth. Everything was then stored on his computer, which unknown to him Vickers used to amend his new construction.

After 6 weeks, Clark received an email from Vickers.

“I have something new for you. Fancy giving it a trial run?”

Several pictures were attached to the email and Clark’s hand shook a little with excitement as he opened them. Initially he was disappointed. The first picture was a steel cube with a single hole in the top of it. Clark has seen such things before and they didn’t impress him. As he progressed through the pictures, he became more interested. They showed the cube opened up. Inside was a seat made of rubber with a high back and contoured to the shape of a human body. Behind and beside it was a series of restraints that could be used to secure someone helplessly in place. Finally, Vickers had included some photographs of 2 sets of metal sleeves – the larger pair of which was clearly modelled to replicate someone’s lower legs.

Clark was intrigued and emailed back.

“Looks good. When can I test it?”

“How about tomorrow? “

“Yes, can do that – I’m off all weekend.”

Vickers grinned as he read the last reply.

“Great – we’ll see how long you can last.”

***

On the next day, Clark found himself outside Vickers place. He walked up to the door, which Vickers opened as he approached. “ Hey, Mr Clark, come on in.” Vickers made some polite conversation, but Clark wasn’t interested and he made short, sharp replies until Vickers grinned and said “OK, I guess you want to see the box.” Clark nodded and Vickers led him down to the workshop.

The box stood proud in the centre of the room, illuminated by spotlights. The pictures didn’t show how thick the steel of the box was, how it gleamed in the lights and how the rubber smelled. Clark walked around the box, leaning forward to touch the chains and restraints inside. He looked up at Vickers “When do I start?” Vickers grinned. “As soon as you like.” As Clark bent to unlace his boots, he interrupted “But I want to be able to photograph the process for the website – so I need Samuel.” He handed Clark the metal helmet and Clark nodded before putting it to one side and stripping down.

In seconds he was naked in front of Vickers, the nervousness and uncertainty he had shown on previous occasions gone and replaced with his arousal. Vickers gasped as he looked at the naked man in front of him, his physique hardened since they had last met. He covered his own arousal by picking up the helmet and helping Clark get it on. Clark was soon hidden behind the steel of the helmet, his mouth again gagged with the cock-shaped rubber gag. He tried to speak “Mppppphh!” and Vickers nodded with pleasure. “Oh, Samuel, welcome back.”

Vickers picked up the smaller set of steel sleeves. “These go on first.” He snapped them open and encouraged Clark to lay his forearms inside them. He then carefully closed them, smiling as they fit perfectly covering Clarks forearms in steel from wrist to elbow. The measurements Clark had provided to his exercise management programme were perfect. Vickers used an alun key to tighten the sleeve and allowed Clark to lift them up and peer at them through the eye holes of the steel mask. Clark loved the feeling – heavy yet comfortable. He wondered what the grooves and notches were for and then found out as Vickers guided his hands behind his back and then pushed the sleeves together. With a set of clicks, the grooves and notches aligned and Clark found his forearms locked solidly together. With his elbows locked so closely together, his chest was pushed outwards, making his massive pecs look even bigger. He tried to speak to Vickers, but his muffled grunts were incoherent.

Vickers ignored them and picked up the larger sleeves. He placed them around Clarks calves and again used an alun key to lock them in place. They fit snugly around the balls of muscle on Clarks upper calves and tapered down to the ankles. Clark found he could move in them, but their weight was a constant presence.

Vickers stepped up to him “OK, now we need to make sure that if you piss while you’re in there, it’s all drained outside. He held up a long solid plastic tube with some flexible plastic tubing over the end. “I need to fix this over your penis, OK?” Clark tried to reply but couldn’t make himself understood – he gave up and nodded. Vickers grinned and soon Clark’s cock was strapped inside the solid plastic tube. Clark’s arms were aching already as Vickers led him to the box.

Vickers slid the chair forward on embedded runners until it was nearly outside the box. “Sit down.” Clark went to do so, but couldn’t work out where his arms went. Vickers assisted him, sliding his arms down behind the back of the chair. The contoured rubber back of the chair matched the curves of Clark’s back and recesses in the back of the chair allowed the metal forearm sleeves to slid into place, until with a sharp click they stopped. The back of the chair both supported and accentuated his position, making his chest and crotch stick out more, while his waist somehow looked smaller. Vickers the reached behind the chair and pulled a harness of thick, heavy chains across Clark’s torso and waist and chained him tightly to the chair. He then pushed the chair and it slid back inside the box. As it hit the rear of the box, clamps locked into place around the forearms holding him tightly in place.

Vickers then secured steel clamps around Clarks biceps, completing the restraint of his upper body. He then took Clark’s legs and moved them to clamps on each side of the box. They locked into the notches on the calf sleeves keeping his legs spread and making him take a more solid seat on the rubber. Vickers then added chains around Clarks thighs. “Try to move.” Clark did so – but the only thing he could really do was to move his head from side to side. Vickers smiled. “ Perfect.”

He took the flexible plastic tube leading from Clarks cock and fed it out through a hole in the floor of the box. He then closed the front. Although there was space between Clark’s body and the front of the box, he was so solidly restrained that he couldn’t take advantage of it. Vickers then took the two halves of the box lid and swung them into place. As they closed, with Clark’s head outside the box, Clark felt them lock in place against the helmet and now he could not even move his head. Vickers attached a hose to Clark’s gag and attached the other end to a hanging bag of orange fluid. “This is orange squash. It’s mixed with some electrolytes and salts so it will taste a little more salty than usual. You’ll need it in there.” Vickers moved out of sight behind Clark. Unseen he linked the hose leading from Clark’s cock to a second bag that was also linked to Clark’s gag. This bag was already partially full and included Viagra and some drugs that Vickers had found would make people more open to stimulus.

Vickers went back around to the front. “Well, Samuel – here you are again. Now, we didn’t discuss how long you should be in storage. So, we’ll start with 4 hours and see how you feel after that.” Clark tried to complain but could only mumble around the gag. Vickers stepped away out of the light and then turned to come back. “I forgot one thing. We’ve sorted your piss out, but we need to make sure that you don’t shit everywhere as well. Just hold very still.”

Vickers pressed a button and Clark felt a vibration inside the box from beneath his arse. He felt something hard pushing against his sphincter and he yelled as loud as he could as he realised what was about to happen. He tried to move but the restraints held him solidly in place as the invader slowly pushed past his sphincter and inside him. There it stopped and he gasped, the unfamiliar feeling of something up his arse making him wonder what the hell was happening. Vickers grinned – that was far enough — for now. “Ok, Samuel, now if you need to defecate, it’ll all get sucked away. And now…good night.” Vickers stepped out of sight, turning all the lights off except a spotlight on the box and an illuminated clock opposite Clark which slowly, very slowly counted the minutes away.

 

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