By Steellock

Joe and Adam climbed out of the taxi in the small East Anglian market town and looked at the red brick terraced house. It was Sunday morning of a Bank Holiday weekend and a lot of planning had gone into today.

The house looked like the ones on each side, but today it would be holding a secret inside! They were here for a real festival of bondage; many guys would be gathering to experience that wonderful feeling of giving up the freedom to move around, and in some cases the freedom to move at all!

Joe was here to be the man in charge – to be the Top to all these guys – he did not really know yet how many. Adam was here with his partner, but he was taking part – being in tight bondage was a real love of his and he was already hard at the thought. He had hardly slept at all that night.

Joe knocked on the door. He used the agreed code knock: tap tap tap; tap…tap…tap… tap tap tap.

The door opened and he saw the Host. They saw short grey hair over a wide grin, medium height with a slightly podgy but muscular build. Today dressed in high black boots with twenty lines of white lacing up the front and white socks rolled over the top; short skinhead bleachers with a thick black belt and a black rubber polo shirt trimmed in red. Over this a thick black shoulder harness was buckled on and wide leather wrist bracers completing his appearance.

He waved them in and they saw that a lot of preparation had already been done. Two more guys were there, and between them the furniture in the big main room had been either cleared out into the garden or pushed back to the walls leaving a wide expanse of carpet. One guy, Kaz, was a stocky muscular lad with very short hair. The other, Tony, was slightly older but still slim and showing strong muscles from his hobby of kayaking.

In the room Adam could see lovely things already laid out. By the back glass doors into the garden was a cage. About 6 feet long and 2 feet wide and 1 foot and a half high, it had black steel bars with a steel plate base. The base was covered in a thin rubber pad and black leather. Not enough to be comfortable but enough, perhaps, to ease a man’s bones! The top was hinged open and rested against the wall – open at the moment!

Three sleepsacks were spread out in lines, one of thick black leather, one of neoprene and one made of thick strong black material. There was space for a lot more!

Across the middle of the room a gibbet cage lay on its back; the first he had actually seen.

Against the front window facing down the room was a bondage chair; high ladder back and leather leg supports; it was already fixed up with a series of leather belts ready for the legs, body, neck and arms of its victim. On one wall was a white board and a series of names ran down one side with three columns. One said ‘Target’ the next ‘Start’ and the last ‘Out.’

Adam ran his eyes down the list and found his name with a ‘12’ in the Target column. A shiver ran down his spine – a long time since he had been in bondage for 12 hours!

Seeing them looking around, the Host turned to Adam and said, ‘Your place is ready in the back bedroom! Go have a look and change if you like, both of you.’

Adam saw an open door in the side of the long room and led Joe through and up the winding stairs. Opposite the top of the stairs they could see into a room, the door standing open and welcoming them in. As he stepped in Adam’s cock leapt. The bed was covered in a black rubber sheet and the wide white webbing straps of a restraint system crossed it in regular lines up from base to head. He would be strapped in there soon!

They changed – Adam into an orange short-sleeved prison inmates’ coverall over his boots and Joe into black leather! Leather trousers and a leather shirt under his thick leather jacket…

Adam loved to see his partner dress as The Master! They headed back down into the main room to hear the doorknocker go – the tapping of the password was thudding vigorously on the door. Tony opened the door and a slim, fit biker called Mike stepped in, wearing his leathers.

“OK, it’s going to get crowded soon,” said the host. “Let’s get Joe busy and a few guys out of the way! The House rules, that you all agreed to – you chose your bondage time; it’s up on the board; Joe is in charge and he will keep you to it! If you give the red word, even if it’s just for a pee and back in, you can get out but you pay a forfeit. Six of the best with the rubber paddle or 12 with the flogger. If you stay out you get both!”

“Kaz, let’s get started with you – strip boi!”

Kaz’s heart leapt into his mouth, but he pulled off his T-shirt and trousers and stood ready. The Host came over with a heavy rubber hood. Bought from Studio Gum it was 5mm thick and had a solid front that was shaped to fit closely to the face with holes under the nose and a small hole over the mouth for breathing. He pulled it over the man’s head and then let Kaz get it sitting right. The zip was pulled down carefully, making sure that the thin rubber hair guard did not foul it. It was a close fit but not too tight. Kaz loved this hood and would now be in a dark, rubber smelling, tight embrace. The Host led him over and pushed him on the shoulders indicating that he should get down into the black leather sleepsack. Kaz slipped his legs into the base, wriggling his toes to get them right. He felt behind him and his hands were guided on each side into the internal sleeves so as he lay back they slid down by his sides.

He felt the collar being straightened behind his head and found a small pillow under his head. Then he heard and felt the zip being pulled up and the sack tightened around him. A hand was placed over his cock and balls as the zip went up over them and then it tightened over his chest and went up to his neck He knew that it was being fastened to the collar before that was then closed around his neck.

What he could not see – but could definitely feel – was Joe then working his way up the sack with a rope lacing it tight. Soon the leather cocoon was striped up the front with a zigzag of white rope that was then pulled tight and knotted at the top. This was followed by a series of leather straps one each for the ankles, thighs, hips, waist and shoulders and Kaz wriggled as each was fastened and they added to the restraint on his hands and arms. But it was not too tight. He could just move a little and this would be enough to get him through the time – he hoped…

Kaz was definitely wrapped up and Joe looked at his watch. He wrote the time next to Kaz’s name on the board, added 8 hours and put his ‘Out’ time as 6pm…

They could all hear the sound of another bike pulling up outside as the first biker was led over to the Neoprene sleepsack. He pulled off his leathers and was helped to slip his legs and arms into its tight embrace. His head was zipped into a matching neoprene hood that had a gasmask built in.

He lay back and the main zip was pulled up. He could move a lot more than Kaz but definitely not get out!

Joe wrote his time next to his name – Mark 6 hours.

Meanwhile Tony had opened the door to the next caller – a tall, strongly built guy in full leathers called the Bikerlad.

He was running late due to traffic from London and hurried through to the back of the house for a quick pee knowing it would be his last chance for a while! Then he went immediately to the cage! He had been looking forward to this for weeks. The Host held up an old hood; made of thick leather it was a ‘Sci Fi’ hood from Mr S in the USA. It was actually the first hood that he had bought and he still grinned every time he remembered the day the postman had delivered the brown package that was clearly labeled for import taxes as ‘Leather Bondage Hood.’

That Postie was still on the round and had delivered many packages since but all of the rest had been in plain wrappers! He had his suspicions though…

It was pulled on over the Bikerlad’s head and the laces pulled tight; the back strap was then fastened with its buckles, three on each side and a padlock clicked as it locked the collar closed. The collar of his biker leathers was pulled up and closed over it. For the moment the Host left the blindfold hanging ready so the Bikerlad could see as he slipped down onto the steel base of the cage and lay on his back. Next, heavy steel manacles were locked over his boots and another pair locked onto his wrists. A heavy chain was padlocked to the ankle manacles; another padlock secured his wrists to it half way up and the top was locked to the D ring on the front of the hood. Then the Host closed the top of the cage and Joe slipped a large heavy padlock through the steel loops and clicked it shut. The Bikerlad wriggled and struggled a bit bending up to look at himself.

‘Can’t have that,’ said the Host and leant over to strap the blindfold tight on the hood leaving the Bikerlad in blackness and a final padlock was slipped through a ring in the top of the hood and locked to a steel loop in the end of the cage…

Adam had been watching this and his cock had got harder and harder with each guy being sealed into their chosen bondage. Joe grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards that stairs. “You’re next, boi!” he said. Joe and the Host followed him up the stairs, leaving Tony to watch over the growing brood of bondage boys in the main room. He could see the Bikerlad still wriggling and squirming as he tested the size of the cage and found how much space he had to move around in. Not much! He ran his hands over the tight neoprene that cocooned Mark the Biker and then put his hand over the intake of the gasmask. Mark twitched and immediately struggled. Laughing, Tony took it away and let the man breathe. He then went to the board and spent a little time updating it with the Bikerlad who had a time of 12 hours against his name! He would be sore after that!

Upstairs Adam lay on the bed. Joe and the Host started at the top securing his head. A wide cotton strap went over his forehead and was closed with Velcro. Another strap went down under his chin holding his mouth closed and joined the first strap. Then a strap went from the main webbing over his forehead and down again being locked with one of the patent magnetic fasteners. Suddenly Adam could not move his head, it would not turn and he could not move it up off the sheet.

Next came his middle. A wide belt went over his waist and another pulled up over his groin. They were joined by another lock – Joe pulled the groin strap just tight enough to make Adam grunt and grinned…

Another strap went over his chest and this had a pair of extensions that went over his shoulders and down to the top web by his head, each one locking.

Then the two worked their way down each side securing his upper arms over his biceps, they wrapped a pair of restraints round his wrists and secured them down. They locked his thighs and finally wrapped and secured his ankles over his boots.

Adam could not move. At all! He had never been as completely restrained and he grinned and looked up into Joe’s eyes. “You chose 12 hours, boi,” he said, “but I just raised that to 18! We are here all night and I have a catheter ready to slip in a little later!” The Host’s heart jumped too – that was news to him and had a significance he would share later…

They left Adam in a state of emotional turmoil as he tried to wriggle and move but found that he was completely unable to move, all the while thinking of the promise from his partner – a catheter! The Host showed Joe the front room; the bed was set up with another rubber sheet, D rings down each side and chains strung across the top and the base. “Ready for Alfie as we discussed,” said the Host and pointed at a pile of rope and chains on the floor. Joe grinned – rope was his thing. They headed back downstairs and found that Alfie had arrived – a wirey older guy. He slipped off his jeans and top and the guys could see that he was wearing tight rubber bondage shorts and a rubber T-shirt. The Host introduced him to Joe – his Master for the day — and Joe led him off upstairs.

The Host and Tony were busy. Dave had pulled up on his CBR600. He came with his own leather sleepsack and very quickly he had joined the line on the floor and was zipped, laced and strapped up like Kaz. Top to tail they were a mirror image except for the hood; Dave was muzzled, his jaw held tightly closed by padded leather and the straps locked around his head. His entry on the board was 12 hours too. As a complete bondage sub he was wet with anticipation and could be seen grinning under the muzzle.

Jack from Norwich arrived. He was already wearing his army gear. His love was his straitjacket. Made from thick leather and padded at the shoulder and elbows with wide heavy leather straps it was made by the famous Jim Stewart early in his career. The Host had fond memories of the SJ – it was one of his first bondage experiences and still one of the best. The guys soon had Jack strapped in and sitting in a wooden chair his boots locked with a pair of steel restraints. They then pulled a thick khaki cloth hood over his head and pulled the cord tight.

Jack started to rock to and fro and moan happily…

Joe came downstairs and looked the Host in his eyes. You’re next! Tony grinned and grabbed his friend by his shoulders, moving him over to the gibbet cage that lay on the floor.

This was the Host’s new pride and joy. He had found a BDSM Blacksmith in Lancashire who was keen to add cages to his normal product list of collars and restraints. The Host had visited him with his sleepsack, a hood and some boots; they had been able to take the vital measurements for the cage! His hooded form lying, zipped into his sleepsack, gave a perfect smooth profile for the Blacksmith to measure. The man had spent an hour getting every detail down onto paper, taking multiple pictures and notes and then, with a grin, sat eating his lunch leaving his new client safe and restrained until later that afternoon!

It had just arrived in time for the bondage orgy. Tony hauled it open, it hinged from the widest point. The room was getting full and he had to rest the heavy steel on the leather form of Kaz next to it. Kaz grunted not knowing what the heavy thing on his body was!

Sitting on the nearby bondage chair the Host pulled a hood over his head. A thick padded leather isolation hood with a plain front, it had a leather nose with two small grommet holes and a larger steel grommet over the mouth. Ideal for a long duration it was comfortable and had ample airflow but was a total blackout and thick enough to restrict the noises of the house. The guys laced down the back and finished the job by pulling down the zip and locking the collar with a small padlock.

Then they led the booted skinhead over to the cage and pushed his shoulders. He bent and felt the cold steel. This was it – he was going to find out what it was really like! He climbed in and lay down feeling the wide steel strips under his back and round and up the sides. It was a tight fit as well – his boots just fitted into the base; his legs were held on each side; he could just fit his arms by his sides and he felt the bars come over his shoulders and gripping his hooded head solidly.

“Ready?” He heard Tony asking and nodded holding his breath as they closed the top of the cage. It fitted perfectly with the fastening lug slipping though its hole. Joe slipped a padlock into the loop and clicked it shut. The Host lay totally immobile. He sighed and relaxed.

Then Joe took Tony over to the Bondage chair. He swiftly had the man hooded, a rubber hood with pinhole eyes as Tony was actually still on watching duty.

He strapped him in, his boots, thighs, waist, chest and neck strapped tightly to the chair frame with leather belts while his wrists were wrapped in leather restraints that were locked to the back of the seat. Laughing he also clipped a pair of tit clamps on to Tony’s nipples. “The Host said to keep them on all day!” he said and Tony wriggled and moaned wondering if he really meant it…

Joe walked over to the board – it was now nearly completed and had a range of times from 4 hours to 18 listed down the columns. Jack had a shift that evening and was the shortest time. Joe added 18 hours to the entry of the Host and laughed. The Host had agreed to be in his new cage for the same time as the longest volunteer in the rest of the gang. Which he thought was 12 hours!

Joe wandered round his domain. He checked on each guy asking “Green?” to each one and getting an answering grunt in each case.

A Bikerlad in a cage.

Three guys side by side in sleepsacks and hoods.

A steel gibbet cage with a Skinhead locked inside with his boots and a thick hood. Immobile.

A squaddie in his straitjacket sitting at the side.

Upstairs two guys, one completely restrained in Segufix and one roped and chained tightly on the front room bed.

Tony sitting strapped into his chair looking down the room and wincing as the titclamps gripped his nipples and started to sting.

Then the doorknocker went tap tap tap, tap…tap…tap… tap tap tap.

Another guy entered with a bag in his hand. He pulled a mesh sleepsack from it with a matching mesh hood, and Joe got busy adding him to the collection!

 

Steellock 2017