By ty dehner

The rope was tight around his wrists as his hands formed into fists while he was struggling. At times his toes would curl with the rope snug around his ankles.

When he entered the front door, I left a note for him to strip naked. I didn’t care what he was wearing when he arrived, but he will be wearing what I want when he leaves. I will decide when he leaves, and it won’t be the same way as he arrived.

As he turned and looked at the door I came up behind him and placed the leather blindfold on him. His mouth opened and left a slight moan as the first of his senses were removed. He placed his hands behind his back and spread his feet slightly to stand at attention. That was impressive, as he wasn’t even ordered to do so. With my leather-gloved hands, I gently stroked his naked body. I could tell he was truthful in our online chat that he was a firefighter. He was firm but not overly built.

While stroking this body in front of me, I could hear his breathing increase and his cock was growing in front of him.

Gripping him by the neck, I turned him and led him across my living room to the basement door and guided him down the stairs. He was cautious, which I enjoyed. He was a fireman and used to being in control, and now I was in control with a simple blindfold.

Slowly I roped him to the table, just his wrists and ankles. I want his body exposed, for I am old school and enjoy shaving my captives. Taking the warm shaving cream, I foamed his entire body, including his head. He was enjoying it, as his cock was standing out of the foam. When I was done I find they really get turned on with the stroke of the razor and it moved up and down and around their skin. It also makes them more vulnerable. All this time I never touch that cock, I just let it drip in anticipation.

After his head is shaved clean, I release him and have him get on his back. All this time neither of us have said a word. He hasn’t seen me either. He has no idea what is coming, and that makes me hard in my leather breeches. I am sure he can smell my full leather uniform and hear is at times in the silence of this space dedicated to the submission of the boys I allow in.

The warm foam covers his body and he twists at times as he adjusts his crotch to handle his hard cock. He is a good prisoner though, as he never tries to make himself cum. That is too bad in a way, as he doesn’t realize that he won’t be coming today — or tomorrow.

I work the razor around the back side of his body, and I like seeing his ass bare and exposed. After wiping down the foam and he is fully shaved, I start work on the next phase. Taking the pre-lubed plug, I slowly work it into his asshole. A few times he raises his ass in the air to meet the plug and whispers, “Yes, Sir.”

Gently I stroke his ass with my glove and release the ropes. Guiding him to stand, he gets on his feet and his hand immediately are placed behind his back. That makes me hard, and it take a few moments to knead my cock behind my leather breeches.

My next item to install is a piece of metal that locks up with cock and balls. Because he has been hard most of the time I strike his cock with my hand and the pain makes his cock withdrawal enough to get the cage on. The ball cage is installed, and all is locked. I don’t say a word.

That works for me, as it is time to gag him, which the leather pecker gag slides in nicely and he moans a bit. That is followed by a rubber hood that fits him snuggly. Another piece of rubber, rubber shots are handed to him and he slides them over his plugged ass and locked cock. There is a belt that locks around his waist. He is starting to look great standing before me. I can’t help but stroke him some more and hug him bring him against my leather uniform. Kissing his gagged lips, I have him sit on the bench.

I hand him his next item, and he recognizes a pair of firefighter bunker pants. They are heavy and well used. I made sure they were a bit small for him as he put them on like the pro he is. That was followed by the bunker boots and the bunker jacket. The jacket has a custom feature of Velcro that will be sure to annoy his nips. He secures his jacket and then puts on the helmet and breathing mask and tanks. He can’t see, for the hood has only nose holes and the shield on the breathing mask has been painted black.

There is a small drinking hose inside the mask. I cut a tiny hold in the rubber hood and insert the hose through the small hole in the gag, and now he will be able to drink. Another larger hose is worked into the plug I put in his ass and work it down the inside of his leg. The other hose is worked inside his jacket and secured at the base of the sleeve. I hand him heavy suede fire gloves, and he puts them on with his sleeve going over them. He looks amazing in the full firefighter bunker gear. Though he can’t see himself in it, I know he can feel the weight of the lifesaving gear. No doubt he is sweating in it also and I just happened to have turned the heat up a few hours ago.

I lower him to his knees and have him on all fours. Then handing him a chainsaw and work to pose him as I want him. Now the final part to my project. I bring out the liquid bronze and start spraying it on him. He is protected from the head with this gear. He starts to realize that this is going to be stiff in the bronze as I add layer after layer. But not enough to cover the details of this gear. I hear some moaning, and it is louder than it has been since he arrived. Especially as he starts to struggle and is unable to move.

That evening he was installed with my other bronze pieces. I required that the site be private, and I worked after dark to install my firefighter. There is plumbing that empties at his knee and glove into a pit below. I will also access a small tank to provide him with liquid nutrition for the next two weeks. There are remote contacts in his ass, cock and balls to provide him stimulation. It is activated by cellphone signals of those that walk by that are talking on their phones.

The next time you walk by you might stop and listen very closely, as he could be moaning. He has no idea where he is and how long he will stay there. But hell, neither do i.

 

The End

Thanks to ty dehner for the story — and for the original pictures!