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
I already knew today was going to be a rough day, but FUCK i had no idea. I got to the hotel yesterday before the big event weekend kicked off. I like to take a little downtime before the chaos starts so that I can settle in, unpack, get my bearings, and ease myself into the weekend. We had talked about this a little bit ahead of time, but not all the details. If we had I’m not sure if I would have asked to change anything or not.
He gets to my hotel room at Noon and comes right in, already having a key ahead of time in case he needs it later when i was shall we say incapacitated. He doesn’t miss any time at all and slams me into the wall shoving his tongue down my throat as I groan in excitement. His other hand starts slowly digging into and kneading my chest muscles that are already sore from the workout routine that week. He always knows exactly how to flip my switch and push me into high gear without any ramp up. I’m melting into him like putty and he knows it. Just as quickly as he started, he releases me steps back and stares at me. I see that his eyes are that cold icy glare that means I’m really in trouble. He has one goal in mind and that is to have fun by making me miserable. My cock throbs from it.
He orders me on my hands and knees on the bed and he steps behind me and begins inspecting my hole. Starting with one finger, then two, then three. Inserting the lubed fingers and worming around while I groan like a bitch in heat. The more he worked my ass the hornier I got. I started backing up and groaning until his other hand punched me underhand in the balls.
Continue reading Event Urinal – Part 01
I get to the office, and I know that I’m going to look out of place in my office today. Fridays are usually pretty casual in my office, but there is no way that I can wear jeans with all this hardware on my cock and balls, so I’ll still be in my slacks. My balls are so sore, and I wonder if anyone notices that I’m walking funny.
I reach for my phone, and it is from Him – no text, just a picture of his big, hard cock.
Me: WOOF SIR!!!!!
ImmobileRestraint: That’s what sprung up when your assignment came through. Good boy.
Me: I’m very glad you liked it SIR.
ImmobileRestraint: Don’t be late to the gym this afternoon.
Me: You’d better be ready to be worked hard SIR!
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 05
As I drive home I start processing what all has happened in the past 24 hours, and my mind is just blown. I have gone from a stud making my own calls to a locked up pig that will do anything to please this man. How the hell did this happen? A better question is why is my dick trying to get hard in this cage I’m wearing.
Because this is exactly what I need, that’s why.
I hear the sound of the mobile app on my phone tell me that I have a message. As soon as I hear it my cock throbs again in the metal tube. I just KNOW it is from Him.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 04
“Very good, boy,” I said as I shoved my tongue down his throat and spent a while making out with him. That grunt response shows me that this is exactly where he needs and wants to be.
I pull my tongue reluctantly out of his mouth and stand up. It’s really starting to get late, and we both will have to work in the morning. I start releasing the restraints from the chair and helping him stand up. It’s a little harder than he expected, since he can’t see and is trying to keep his balance.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 03
As Ian starts to go down, I guide him backward toward a chair that I had maneuvered behind him. This really was too easy. I’ve been waiting to get him in my trap for a while now — and he just fell right in like a spider in a web. He just went under briefly, so he isn’t going to be out for very long. As soon as his ass hits the chair, I get to work with the straps binding him to the chair. His arms pulled behind him fit nicely in the grooves in the chair. His shoulders are going to be aching really badly after this. Sounds to me like we have tomorrow’s gym routine decided.
Continue reading ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 02