By bndwolf80

“So Greg, I’ve checked for termites and the place is all clear,” the Pest Control dude said.

“That’s good news,” I replied

“But watch your seep holes as they–”

I wasn’t really listening. It was the 21st of October. Locktober as some call it. Which this year included me.

22 days my cock has been caged now. (I started a day early. Just had to be different.)

Self locked this time, having been single for a few months now. My Holy Trainer was becoming my new norm, but a minute didn’t go by yet when I wasn’t reminded of the firm, unyielding plastic encasing my cock.

My horniness level was sky high. To the point where I was craving something in my butt multiple times a day. Willing cocks aren’t plentiful where I live, although admittedly I hadn’t done a lot to seek them out, still being in the “recovery” phase after a long-term relationship. So my collection of butt toys stepped up to the plate and had been getting a lot of action.

This morning, in my now-usual horny state, I had settled on my remote-controlled vibrating plug. Pushing it in while vibrating always got me hard as fuck, or as as hard as allowed, and it kept me entertained for longer than most. It was still in there, though I had turned the vibration off when the guy came to spray the house.

“–cut back that tree, as it’ll–”

Damn this guy was hot. I squeezed my butt on the plug, causing my dick to harden a little in its cage. Not enough to be noticeable. To anyone else that is. He was tall, a good 4 inches above me. With a shaved head, big bush for a beard, and a thick bearish body that was making it very hard to concentrate! I was trying to remember his name. He’d introduced himself when he arrived, of course, but I’d been so thrown by what stood at my doorway to not have processed it fully. Mick? Mark? My eyes did another quick down/up over him as he turned and pointed to something outside. Matt! Says so right there on his shirt. Damn, I really need to focus.

He turned back to me. “And that’s that. We’ll send the bill to your email.”

I smiled. “Thanks again mate.”

We shook hands. (Big hands, a little rough but not too much. Firm grip, but not obnoxious.)

“Oh, and nice collection you have upstairs,” he said.

I froze. Which collection? My kink gear was upstairs, gags, hoods, rope, chains, toys. But that was all in drawers, in a cupboard. Maybe the couple of motorbike jackets I had in a different cupboard? I rode a bike, so nothing unusual there.

“Ah, thanks.” I managed to get out.

“Where’d you get the sack from?”

My heart skipped a beat. My sleepsack was hanging in the same cupboard as my other kink gear. I didn’t think to hide it. Black neoprene in a dark cupboard; I didn’t think anyone would pay it a second glance!

“M-Mister S,” I finally replied.

He smiled wider. “Nice. So, do you get to use it much?”

Now I smiled wider. Was this really happening? “Not as much as I’d like.” Eugh, really Greg? Lame porn line? That’s the best you could do?

He chuckled softly. Took a step closer to me. Started looking me up and down. Smile still on his face. “And how much would you like?”

“Every night. Sometimes on weekends.” I shrugged, sheepishly.

He took another step towards me. Now only an arms-length apart, I could smell just a hint of him. Strong masculine scent. From working all morning, no doubt. His musk seemed linked direct to my cock, which was starting to grow in its cage. Oh my god, I wanted to ram my nose into his armpits, take the biggest whiff, and experience it properly.

I started fidgeting. Nervous. Turned on. Not knowing what to do with my hands I put them behind me to get them out of the way.

“And does sleeping in your sack get you excit–?” He had reached for my groin. The cock cage surprising him. “What’s this?”

“Oh yeah, that,” I said, “I locked my cock up for the month.”

“Hmmm. Good boy.” Boy? Where did that come from? I’d only met this guy an hour ago. But damned if I didn’t get a spark in my gut when he said it.

“Thank you… Sir?”

“‘Matt’ is fine. Maybe we’ll get to ‘Sir’. Later.”

Another spark.

“So, are you going to show me this collection properly, or are we just going to stand here talking?”

“A-ah no. Of course. Let’s go.” I took off upstairs, and Matt followed.

I tried to walk slowly. I tried to play it cool. But I was so excited that this was actually happening that I practically jogged through the house to the main bedroom. I open the door to my gear cupboard when I heard “Actually, wait.” behind me.

“I have a better idea,” he said. “How about you model your sack for me while I’ll explore your collection?”

Whoosh! Hear that? That was my reason going full out the window. Sensible Greg wouldn’t let a stranger tie him up so soon after meeting them. But Sensible Greg hadn’t cum in 22 days! And Matt -hot Matt- was saying all the right things.

“Your idea is better,” I agreed. Committed to see where this would go.

“Okay, clothes off.” I took off my shirt and shorts, throwing them onto the dresser. Matt had grabbed the sack from the cupboard, unzipping it and bringing it towards me. “Those, too” he pointed to my underwear.

I pulled them down and threw them onto the pile with the rest of my clothes. Now naked, but for some plastic in front of my cock, and a hot beef of a man in front of me, I felt vulnerable in the best way.

He passed me the sleepsack and I immediately got my feet in and started pulling it up my legs. He helped me pull it up, past my cock cage, then helped guide my arms down the internal sleeves. He guided it over my shoulders and then reached down and started pulling up the zip. Slowly. Smirking at me all the way. Knowing that I was being trapped more and more, second by second, as it neared the top. Fuck this guy was good.

He settled the zip at the top, and snapped the integrated collar closed. I got a better whiff of him and it was as good as before. He took a step back and admired his handiwork. “Very nice, boy. Looks good on you.”

I beamed. Squeezed my plug. And strained my cage. I had bought the sleepsack for me, so it was sized for me. No bagginess and not too tight. Even without the rope cinches it was a good fit. Smooth black neoprene surface all over. Me trapped inside. Now THIS is my fetish.

Matt wasn’t done, though. “Let’s get you better positioned,” he said. He had me hop a short ways and leaned me back into the corner of the room. I could still see my gear cupboard and Matt turned around and headed over to it.

“Where should we start?” he asked, more to the cupboard than to me.

“Bottom-left drawer?” I offered.

“Hmm? Okay”. He squatted down and opened the drawer that held my rope. “You read my mind!”

He grabbed a coil of red rope and came back to me. He threaded it through the D-rings of my sack and started intertwining it up my body, cinching the sack tighter. He worked methodically, and tied the ends off at the top. The extra snugness felt great. And I appreciated the completeness of the bondage. I moaned contentedly and leaned forward to kiss him on the neck. He just pushed me back into the corner and asked “Where next?” moving back to the cupboard.

I shook off my horny daze, thought for a second, and said “Top-left.”

He opened the drawer and pulled out the first item, my neoprene hood. With nose holes, snap covers for eyes and mouth, and zip-down back. It matched my sack perfectly and was my go-to hood.

“A ‘full coverage’ boy, are you?”

“Woof,” I said in agreement.

“‘Woof’? Am I going to find pup gear in one of these drawers, too?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“And I see rubber hoods, and a leather hood in here as well,” he said, rummaging through my hood drawer. “Quite the gearhead, aren’t you?”

“Woof”

“Well, I already have a dog, but a neoprene covered bondage pig sounds more fun.” He came over to my corner, turned me around enough to slip the neoprene hood over my head. The mouth and eye covers were already in place so my vision went black as he zipped it down my head. I could breathe through my nose fine, but any talking was now useless. Matt unsnapped the sack’s collar, tucked the hood underneath, and re-snapped it closed. The attention to detail got my cock throbbing. I thrust my hips and squeezed the plug in my arse again. And again. And again. And then he slapped me on my balls.

I yelped as he said, “Calm down. I’m not done yet. Anyway, I thought you still had over a week to go?” He rapped on my cage.

I whined, but settled down into the corner.

Matt was quiet for a while. I heard him rummaging through the cupboard drawers, until… “Ah, perfect!”

He came back over, grabbed me around my butt, and pulled me into him. I nuzzled his neck. Wanting desparately to kiss him, lick him, but a thick layer of neoprene was in the way. I settled for breathing in his heady aroma.

“You look hot as fuck, boy,” he said into my ear, grinding his body against my tightly packed form. I could feel his hard dick against my stomach. His hand on my butt difted up slightly and found the small rear zip on the sack. He pulled it down and reached into my crack. “What–? You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he said as he wiggled the plug in my arse. It didn’t phase him though, as he kept grinding on me, now pushing the plug deeper each time. I was in bondage boy/pig/pup heaven.

Suddenly he stopped. “Wait,” he said slightly confused, “turn around.”

I hopped around to face the corner, as instructed, him guiding me. I felt his hands move down my body as he squatted behind me. Then my arse cheeks pulled apart. He was pushing on the plug a few times when next I felt it start to vibrate. “I thought so!” he said. “Damn boy, well done!” I wasn’t quite sure what I’d done to deserve the praise, but took it nonetheless.

He got back up, zipped my rear access closed again, then turned me back around. He unsnapped the mouth cover on my hood and asked “Is that plug remote controllable?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“App on your phone?”

I nodded.

“What’s your phone passcode?”

I hesitated. That was asking a lot.

He recognised my apprehension. “Look boy, we’re having fun here. I’d like it to continue. I promise to only use that app, nothing else.” He paused. “And besides, you’ve got facial recognition on your phone, don’t you? If I really wanted to I could take the hood off, leaving you trapped in the sack, and unlock your phone that way.”

He was right. And damn it, I did trust him somehow. Enough to get entirely trapped in neoprene by him, at least!

“4327,” I said finally.

“Thanks boy. You won’t regret it.” And he snapped the mouth cover back onto my hood.

I heard him punch in the code, then nothing for a minute. Next, I felt the buzzing in my arse stop, only to be quickly replaced with a random pulsing pattern. I moaned in pleasure. The pulse going through my body into my cock.

“Excellent!” he said, “Now, back to what I was doing.” I felt him push something big against my mouth, turn me around, and push my head up against the wall, holding it there. Next I felt straps being tightened around my neck, the back of my head, and top of my head, and I realised he was putting my leather muzzle on over the hood. I could smell the leather now and it helped keep my cock hard. He finished strapping the muzzle on top of my head and down the side, then went back and tightened all straps to his satisfaction. I was now tightly encased all over. My arse filled, the plug sending waves of pleasure across my body. My cock must have been leaking precum like crazy!

“Even better,” he said from across the room, as I heard a phone camera snap several times.

“Okay boy, this was fun, but I have to get back to work. You right to wait here for the rest of the day?”

“Mmppphh?!” He wouldn’t? Would he? Fuck if it wasn’t a hot thought, though, but I may just pass out from horny overload with this plug buzzing inside me and tight neoprene all over.

“No, you’re right. That’s not very safe is it? Best to keep an eye on you.” And with that I heard one more drawer open and close, and then he was in front of me, pulling me forward, off-balance into him. He squatted down, nestled my waist onto his shoulder then lifted me up. What the hell? I certainly wasn’t some tiny twink, yet this guy could lift my entire weight? Fuck, that just made him hotter!

I felt movement for a while, then slight bouncing, then more movement. We must have gone downstairs. Where was he taking me? I learnt soon enough, as I heard the rear of his van opening.

He lowered me down and settled me onto what I assume is the floor of his van. Next I hear metal clicking at my head, a tug on the muzzle, and then more clicking. My head was now secured to something. Then I feel rope going around my ankles and more tugging, now at my feet, pulling them away from my head. The rope never slackened and soon I was stretched tightly. Next he slid a belt under my waist and buckled it tight. Then more pulling on the left, then right of my waist. I was now fully secured in all 4 directions. I tried to wiggle but it was useless.

“Okay boy, here’s the deal: You’re fucked. Sacked tightly. Hooded. Muzzled. Plugged. Caged. And now tied. I’m going back to work, and you’re coming with me. Not that anyone but me will know. I’ve locked up your house, and will keep your keys safe. We’ll be back tonight to finish going through your collection. Until then, enjoy the ride.”

“Oh, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you taking a whiff of my musk any chance you got. If you wanted a good sniff, you could have just asked. For now you’ll have to make do with my gym gear from this morning.” And I felt clothes falling onto my head. Their aroma was strong and sudden, and almost as good as the real thing.

The van door closed, the engine rumbled, and we took off.

 

Metal would like to thank bndwolf80 for this story!