By ty dehner

It took a while but eventually the guys started showing up and needing to use the urinals. I think most were afraid to use an object like me, so it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Eventually a few guys did use me, one got off on kicking my balls and I ended up choking on his piss. Another poured his beer down the spout and into me. That started to give me a slight buzz. Sometimes a few guys must have been in line as the piss was flowing constantly, other times it was a long time between my use.

Eventually, I felt a pat on my head, and I heard Jonas voice. He let me know that I have been locked up as the urinal for 4 hours. He was going to release me so that I could enjoy some of the gathering. He mentioned it was a good crowd and he thought I would enjoy seeing all the guys in their gear. Slowly he undid the restraints and then removed the tape from the eyes of the hood. He helped me stand and all the sweat and piss in the suit ran into the boots. He then removed the straightjacket. I motioned my head wondering if he was going to remove the hood.

“Oh no, you’re still an object, just one that can move around.” He introduced me to Max a friend of his. Max handed Jonas the heavy steel restraints and they were returned to my wrists and ankles. He took hold of the chain on the collar and pulled me out of the bathroom and into the main room of the bar.

There was a loud cheer and a few moans as I was led in. Some of the guys patted me on the back, while a couple of times I felt my ass being squeezed. Jonas lead me over to a table and had me stand. He went to the bar and returned with a water bottle. I was very glad to see that, and he quickly poured it into the trough at the front of the hood and I drank it down. The cool water tasted wonderful and did help to cool me down just a little bit.

While I was still trapped in the dry suit, it was a bit cooler in the main part of the bar. Looking at all the guy was enjoyable. Some in very elaborate leathers and sports gear, other just in a harness and shorts. As I was standing there, Jonas was rubbing his hands on me, caressing me letting me know that he was glad I was there. He talked mostly with his friend and other guys that came around. Several would admire me and ask about me. It was like I wasn’t there, but in reality; I couldn’t speak. Jonas went and got another bottle of water for me and I downed it quickly. While it was nice to taste the cold water, I knew that later I would be wallowing in it. It really seems like I was separated from the rest of those there as I was totally sealed into the suit, hood and heavy restraints. Jonas turned to me and smiled, looking at his handy work. He took me in his cop arms and hugged me a lot. Carefully I rubbed his head as to not hit him with the steel on my wrists. We started to make out session there in front of everyone this cop making out with his rubber object.

The night went on and eventually I could see Jonas getting tired. I was too as this heavy suit and restraints were taking a toll on me. Jonas talked to his friend, then he took hold of the chain and we were on our way out of the club. He led me to the back of his truck, and I knew where I was going for the ride home. As I climbed in and laid on my back it sweat, and piss flowed over my body and settled in a pool that I soaked in. Jonas attached all the restraints as he did before and installed the cover. He let me have my eyesight this time. In a matter of moments, we were on the road again.

I couldn’t see where we were going as the cover allowed in no light at night. Things were certainly cooler than when we headed out to the club and I could sometimes feel a breeze when we was traveling at higher speeds.

Sooner than I expected we came to a stop and I heard Jonas exit the truck. But he didn’t come to me and I didn’t remember hearing a garage door open. After a few minutes the cover was removed. Jonas and his friend Max climbed into the bed of the truck and started to release me. Once released they helped me sit up and climb out of the truck. That is when I could see that we weren’t at my house but someone else’s. I figured we must be at Max’s place. I looked at Jonas with question and he smiled.

“I told you when you went into that suit you were going into it for a long time. You think I’m done with you. Not by a long shot.”

He grabbed the chain and pulled me along and into a back door of Max’s house.

There was a short hallway then another heavier metal door and soon we were in a full-fledged dungeon. Max had every piece of bondage and leather gear one could imagine. Jonas allowed me just a brief amount of time to look around before he pulled on the chain and had me kneel before him.

“It’s late and we need to prepare you for sleep. You’re locked in that suit for the night and you need to go into storage. In a moment I’m going to take off the hood, you are not to speak. Do you understand?”

I nod my head, understanding what command.

“Good.”

Taking keys from his duty belt, Jonas unlocked the steel collar and removed it from my neck. I could feel the pressure off my shoulder immediately. He took off the hood that was attached to the suit and then unlocked and removed the rubber piss hood, along with the inflatable gag. For the first time I felt cool air touch my shaved head and some of the sweat roll down my face. I took a deep breath in but didn’t say a word. I looked directly at Jonas to show him that I appreciated all this work with me. He bent down and gave me a kiss. As he was kissing me, I had the first smell of the insides of the suit was I was in as it lose around my neck. After kissing, Jonas stroked my head with his gloved hand and inserted his fingers for me to suck on. He stood with his uniform zipper directly in my face. I looked up at him and he smiled as his gloved hand slowly lowered his zipper and he pulled out his hard cock. We had never gone this far, and he was good sized. His gloved hands took a hold of my head and pulled me closer as I opened my mouth and in went is cock. Slowly he moved my head back and forth to provide a slow growing pleasure. I made sure that my teeth never touch is cock as he mentioned how good of cock sucker I was.

“Fuck boy.”, was all he said as he stopped me. He just held me on his cock and soon he was emptying his bladder into me.

“Everyone got to use you boy, why shouldn’t I give you the extra pleasure to taking your Master’s piss.

And piss he did, he must have been holding it forever. At times I couldn’t keep up, but he never let go and held me tight to his crotch, his balls at my chin. Finally, the flow ended, and he slowly pulled out as I took care of a few drops on the tip of his cock.

As I was catching my breath, Jonas quickly pulled the rubber hood that was part of suit back onto my head. Then he started putting a heavy leather hood on me. It has many straps but no eye holes, with only a small gromet at the nose and a space for a gag. He strapped it up snuggly, followed by an inflatable gag and had a short tube to it. It was strapped tightly also as it kept my mouth filled. He pumped it a few times to fill even more of my mouth. I was now blind and speechless. I couldn’t believe it, but he worked a leather muzzle over the hood that would keep the gag in. He strapped the muzzle up and I heard locks on the straps. I was truly fucked now as my head was fully encased. Then he returned the steel collar. Having me stand he led me a short distance and had me turn and stand. That is when he reached behind me and opened the zipper at my ass, exposing it and pulling the zip around until my cock and balls were exposed. The cool air against my skin felt good and because I was standing most of the liquids had gone into the boots.

Grabbing my shoulders, he directed me backwards until the boots met a wall or boards. He had me sit and that is when I felt the butt plug under me. I stood again and he pushed me down with more force. I never did much ass action so my hole was very tight. The plug felt big as he pushed me on it again this time the end of it entering my hole. He was gentle yet forceful as I knew he was going to have me sitting on this thing. His hands left my shoulders for a moment and I heard duct tape. That is when the gromet hole was covered and my breathing became labored.

“Sit on that fucking thing boy and I’ll let you breathe.”

He was upping the ante and I worked hard to get the plug in my ass as my breathing became more difficult. He no longer helped me, and it was up to me to finish this task. I moved up and down to work my ass open, but he then grabbed me and shoved me down on it. I moaned loudly in the gag and I swear I saw stars in the darkness I was in. But I was now down, and my ass was filled. Jonas worked some straps across my legs, locking the ankle restraints to the wood and make sure I wouldn’t be standing anytime soon. Next, he took my wrists and locked them to the sides of the space I was now sitting in. It was a tight fit and he used straps to secure other parts of my arms.

I felt his gloved hands on my cock and balls and soon he was working them into a chastity cage. It was tight, small and made of metal and added weight. I moaned as his hands fumbled, squeeze and manipulated them to fit into the cage and lock it. He took the suit zipper and closed it over the cage on my cock and got it as close as possible to the plug in my ass. He took a few more straps that secured my torso to the wall. I felt something press against the toes of the boots and I realized I was going into a wood gimp box.

Next came to the top part behind my neck and then the final piece that slide under the metal collar and my chin. This pulled my head up and caused a bit of pain as it stretched me.

“You’re locked in the gimp box for the night. You’re nicely plugged and now you can rest. You can piss yourself all night. Think about me in my uniform sleeping in a nice comfortable bed the AC keeping me cool. You will be here sweating in the tight space; your muscle will probably cramp, and your ass and cock are going to remind you of your position in life. Sleep well gimp, if you can.”

I heard him lock several locks to the box then his booted feet leave the room with the door shut.

I struggle a bit and moaned for mercy in the gag, but I’m sure he was gone, and he wasn’t going to change him mind. I did indeed for that plug in my ass and it was going to hurt. I tried to relax as I didn’t want things to cramp. I was in the dark and I felt like an object that Jonas was having fun with. For all we talked about I never thought he would have done this to me. But I shouldn’t have thought of that because it got me to think what he was going to do in the morning. Or whenever he decides to release me from this suit.

 

The end

Metal would like to thank ty dehner for this story!