A reward? What did that mean? His hole was hungry? Was he going to finally be able to fuck his Sir for the first time in months? Sir was typically not up for being on the receiving end of anything but a tongue up his ass, but sometimes when the wind blew just right…
The very idea of this had his cock throbbing inside the spiked chastity cage, which made him groan into the gag. Now that he felt Sir was no longer watching he tried to stay very still. He didn’t think he could handle much more of the heavy electro that gets delivered when he moves. His entire body was aching, and the massive plug in his hole felt like it was the size of a Buick.
He was so tired from putting on such a show, and his muscles ached from being locked in here all day. He started picturing his Sir sitting back in that chair earlier while his dick was serviced, and he felt his own cock throbbing into the spikes. He pictured him leathered up and in tall boots, his thick cock pushing against his codpiece. He pictured him slowly sucking the phallic cigar as he exhaled a plume of smoke.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 13
In Ian’s storage confines he heard the earbuds in his hood turn on, and he knew that SIR was up to something.
“Good boy – now get to work. I’m fucking horny and need to get off.” He heard his SIR growl in his deep gruff voice. And this made his own cock throb in the spiked chastity cage and made him growl into the gag and start sucking on it with earnest. He just KNEW that SIR was watching him on the camera so he wanted to please his SIR. He started to slowly wiggle in the sleepsack, thus triggering the heavy electro, and he began panting as the shocks hit harder.
He pictured SIR in full leathers and enjoying an Asylum cigar as he had his cock serviced and the visual was driving him wild. His cock was steadily throbbing harder into the spikes in the cage, and fucking hell it hurt. Jake continued to clench on the fat plug and suck on the gag in time with one another, wishing they were both a little bit bigger as the predicament went on.
What the fuck was he thinking – BIGGER?!?!
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 12
NOTE: This is a new chapter of a long-running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.
It’s been a while since we have heard from Ian and Jake. A lot has happened since that night in the playroom where Ian was heavily restrained and his SIR was pissing up his hole after a long hard fuck. Ian had been in heavy immobile restraint and chastity for an extended period by the time we got there. The heavy bondage continued and so did the heavy workouts in the gym. The two men have intertwined their lives and now live together full time in a new home that they purchased. Ian and Jake had both done fairly well with investments so they were able to pool their resources and design the house they wanted, along with some very special features that fit their lifestyle.
Jake kicked back in his leather recliner and enjoyed his 80 ring asylum 13 cigar while listening to classical music. With his every move his thick leather pants and shirt creaked and groaned, and the gloves gripped his knuckles tight. Jake enjoyed relaxing in his gear – for him his Leather wasn’t just for show, it was part of him. The knee high high shine polished leather boots had such a mirror finish on them he could practically see his face in them. His tight leather shirt clung around his chest, arms, and midsection like a second skin, and his thick cock filled out the pouch of the cod piece on the leather pants. As he took a long drag on the cigar he felt the cares of the day slowly melt away. As he thought about his property his hand absentmindedly found its way down to his crotch. The metal cockring he wore helped make sure that his cock was testing the confines of the leather cod piece. He thought back on the past year and got even harder in his pants.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 11
NOTE: This is a new chapter of a long-running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.
Jake woke up in the middle of the night and had a raging hardon. He looked over to the side of the bed and saw the most beautiful image ever — his property was safely stored away in his sleepsack and snoring peacefully. Looking at the clock it was about 4AM and he knew he was going to get a few more hours. Not wanting to go all the way downstairs to piss, he grabbed the jug he had stashed beside the bed and pissed into it. What Ian didn’t know yet was that Jake wasn’t planning on wasting any piss this weekend. His boy was going to learn his role properly, the hard way. Jake laid back in bed and started sniffing his own musky pits while he was stroking his hardon. Fuck, his own smell was like poppers for him and it just made his dick harder. Reaching into the top drawer of his night stand he grabbed a pair of heavy tit clamps and laid them on his chest while he kept sniffing his pits and stroking his dick.
Yeah this NEEDED to be taken care of for him to get back to sleep. He was tugging at his meaty nipples and when they were painfully perky he attached the strong clamps and took a deep inhale of breath. Jake started playing back the images in his brain of his boy downstairs sweating on the table earlier and a bead of precum leaked from his cock.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 10
Jake turned the lights down a bit over his toy and sat back, enjoying watching the peaceful sleep he was enjoying.
It’s only been three short days, but it feels like he has had his new boy for much longer. While Ian slept, Jake started silently preparing some things for the evening ahead. He walked over to the short but long steel cage and opened the door and slid out the floor panel. The cage was long enough to hold a man lying flat, but short enough that it can’t sit up, being only about 18 inches tall. He laid out the leather sleep sack with built-in arm sleeves.
He walked over to Ian and while he was still asleep he started working his cock into a small cock cage with imbedded dull spikes inside the crown. As he was just about to click the lock shut he noticed his boy was slowly waking up.
“That will keep your wood under control for me, faggot.” He said as he rubbed the very sore balls.
He reached over and started up clipping the restraints, and helped his boy sit up on the table. Ian was moving awkwardly because of the thick posture collar, but he slowly sat up and put his full weight on the large plug up his hole.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 09
Jake cut the end of his Asylum 13 cigar and lit his torch, slowly rotating the cigar in his lip as the flame lit the tip as he took drags. Taking nice deep drags and exhaling the smoke, he savored the flavor of the stick while watching the bound Meat in front of him continue to sweat. Thick clouds of smoke surrounded his face that was slightly obscured by the leather Muir cap. This encounter is going to be deliciously slow. He wants Ian to realize exactly what he’s up against. Jake has been setting this trap and preparing the bait for a very, very long time.
Ian can smell the cigar, but he can no longer see SIR and the amazing gear he put on. “FUCK, i just want to see him puffing that cigar.” He thought to himself.
Ian knew he was truly screwed. His shoulders were on fire being held in this position after such a hard workout, his back was stiff from not being able to move, his asshole and balls just FUCKING HURT. However, his cock had never in his life been harder. He just knew that the slightest touch would make him shoot his load all over the place… oh god this would all really hurt then. He continued to pull against the restraints slowly, testing them, hoping one of the pulleys would give him the slightest amount of relief. Of course due to the position any movement in the slightest caused him to inadvertently tug on the pulley connected to his nipple clamp chains.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 08
Jake left his sweating muscle toy to stew under the lights and headed back upstairs, locking the dungeon door behind him, his thick cock pointing the way to the bedroom as he stripped off his sweaty tank and took a deep inhale. “FUCK, I smell damn good today!” he said, walking into the bedroom and straight for his closet. He took his time pulling his gear together, watching the monitor on the wall showing his muscle toy straining against the taut restraints, unable to move but still trying. He pulled his bulldog harness, leather jock with removable codpiece, chaps, socks, boots, armband, gloves and Muir cap and laid each item out on the bed, stepping back to review his selections.
While listening to Ian groan in his bondage, he started getting dressed, taking his time to enjoy the process. Jake loved his leathers, they were a second skin to him. Putting them on always made him feel sexy and powerful. Picking up his leather jock, he worked his cock through the hole in the codpiece before adding his metal cockring and snapping the codpiece in place.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 07
Hey everyone! It’s been a long time since I’ve added to this story. Recently at an event I was approached by a fan who said he’d missed the installments, and it really motivated me to start writing again. Thank you all for your patience, there’s a lot more to come! To start at Part 1, click here.
When we last left Ian and Jake they were leaving the gym after a grueling workout. In the gym Ian calls the shots for them both, but outside the gym Jake controls everything. Jake has been locked in a metal ball stretcher for two days now and his large thick cock is safely sealed in a steel cage. After their workout Jake worked an XL butt plug into Ian’s tight hole and they are heading out to start what will prove to be a hard weekend.
“See you at the house, fucker. Go straight there, you won’t need anything from home,” Jake said, leaning in close and pressing on the base of the thick plug as he talked to his new property. Just a couple days ago this boy had no idea that his friend was also “ImmobileRestraint” online, the pics he had jerked off too so many times. He still has no clue just what the man behind that profile is capable of.
Ian carefully got into his truck sitting down very gently on the massive invader in his hole. This is by far the biggest thing he’s ever had in there, and according to his cock spreading the huge wet spot on his shorts he is really enjoying it. He watched SIR start to drive away and he put the truck in gear to follow him. Thinking about the weekend ahead the wet spot just kept growing. Every small bump in the road translated to a groan of pleasure from the firetruck parked in his hole. The drive took about ten very long minutes before pulling up in front of SIR’s home. If the neighbors had any idea what was kept in that house…
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 06