By lthr_jock

Clark realised he had to get home as soon as possible – he dreaded to think what Vickers would do with access to his house. He twisted the key in the ignition and went to put the car in gear – and immediately realised that he had a problem. With his right hand on its usual position on the wheel, he couldn’t reach the gear level. Instead, he had to slide his right hand around to the bottom of the steering wheel. He growled and drove off, almost immediately jerking to a halt – as he has pushed down the accelerator, the chain between his ankles and wrists tightened and nearly pulled his hands off the wheel. In the end, he found that he could drive along with both hands near the bottom of the wheel.

As he drove home, he found that the best way to do it was keep slow and gentle. As a result, he drove along considerably slower than he would normally. To make it worse, luck was against him and every traffic light he met seemed to be on red. As he sat at one, waiting to start again a car pulled up beside him. He ignored it until the car sounded its’ horn twice. He looked across to see a pickup truck with two laughing men inside. From their slightly elevated position, the passenger could see down into the car and had a clear view of Clark’s predicament. He had obviously told the driver who had leaned across to see. Clark blushed and tried to ignore them, also trying to move to disguise the bulge that the cock tube was making in the rubber jockstrap.

“HEY! HEY!”

The passenger had wound down his window and was shouting at Clark. He glared up at him – he was young and dressed in a torn and dusty denim shirt – the sort of person that Clark would normally flip the finger to and drive on.   Instead, he wound the window down. “What?”

“Just wanted to check you out, man – you doing this for a bet?”

“What? Oh .. yes.” Clark grasped at the straw he had been handed. “Yeah I made a bet with some friends of mine. It’s for charity.”

The youth nodded. “Well good job. Tweet me the charity and I’ll make a donation.” He scribbled a username on a menu that he picked out of the door of the cab and flipped it across the space between the two cars and onto Clark’s lap. Clark picked it up and read “@denimdevil”. He put the menu to one side and looked up just as the guy snapped a picture of Clark with his phone. “No – no, you can’t…” He trailed off as the pickup sped away, Clark having failed to see the lights turn green. A horn from behind home made him realise that he was blocking the road, and he slowly and carefully drove off.

***

Meanwhile, Vickers was at home putting the finishing touches to the new photo album on his website. The shots he had taken of “Samuel” were truly impressive, and he had separated them into two sets – one more “vanilla,” focusing on the gear and for use on his website, the other with more full shots, clearly showing Clark’s erect penis, his tight muscled arse and straining chest. He kept the latter for his own personal viewing – well, maybe for a few select friends as well. He sat back and sipped a beer, wondering if Clark had got home yet. He hadn’t anticipated being able to get Clark restrained the way he had – but was glad that he had prepared for any eventuality. If he knew Clark at all, he knew he would be getting off on it.

His journey home had been uneventful. He had headed over to Clark’s house and used the keys he took from Clark to get into the house. He then input the codes that he had downloaded from Clark’s computer to turn off the security system. He then spent an hour looking around – he especially liked Clark’s collection of restraints and noted that the Scavenger’s Daughter was in pride of place. He helped himself to a cup of coffee while he browsed Clark’s computer. From there, he found links to Clark’s “Find my iPhone” application and used it to confirm that Clark was still out at the farmhouse. He took the opportunity to input some passwords onto Clark’s system to make sure he could always get access to it. He chuckled as he looked at Clark’s browsing history again – and considered putting some bids on some expensive items. But he didn’t – he was having a lot of fun with Clark and didn’t want to jeopardise their relationship. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to him – not before he’d had a lot more fun with him anyway.

Before he left, he put a note in the garage along with the keys to all Clark’s restraints. He left his clothing inside the house though.   He went to set the security system before leaving and then had a thought. Two minutes later he walked out of the house, having entered his own code into the system to give him access to the house whenever he wanted. As he walked down to his car, he saw that he was being watched by a man opposite who was in the process of mowing his lawn. The man was very much like Clark – big and heavily muscled – but Vickers thought he was slightly older. His flat-top haircut was greying. If Vickers had to guess, he would assume the man was ex-military. He waved at him and drove home to get his downloads sorted.

***

The drive home seemed to take ages. After the incident at the traffic lights, Clark was terrified of being stopped again. Luckily as it was dark by now, no-one could really see inside the car unless they were very close. However, he had a couple of tense moments while stopped at traffic lights. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he pulled into his road – his ordeal was nearly over. As he turned into his driveway, he could see the front door of the house behind him open and Andy Taylor came out. Andy was a bit older than Clark, but the two got on quite well as they were the only bachelors on a street full of families. Andy was an ex-marine and had made sure to keep in fighting shape, so the two men had worked out together several times. The two men gave each others’ addresses to delivery companies, so Andy would often keep an eye out for Clark if something had been delivered.

Clark quailed – he knew that Andy would come straight over. Desperately he reached for the garage remote affixed to the dashboard and cursed as the chains brought him up short, his hands 6 inches away from the remote. He took a chance and took his foot off the brake to give the chain some slack and felt the car roll backwards as he punched the code in. To his relief, the garage door started to open and he got the car back under control. He looked in the rear view mirror. Andy was stood at the end of his garden looking at Clark – he was clearly confused as usually Clark would get out to greet him. Clark willed the garage door to rise faster and when he had judged that the car would clear the door, he gunned the engine and accelerated into the garage.

He nearly ran into the end wall but managed to avoid it by stamping on the brakes. He looked in the mirror to see Andy crossing the road and he punched the code to close the garage door. It started to slowly lower and as soon as Andy was out of sight, he opened the car door and got out of the car.

“Clarkie! Is everything OK? Clarkie?” He could hear Andy yelling from outside the garage. He looked around for his clothes and saw nothing but then spotted a note on the side with a bunch of keys on it. “CLARKIE? What’s the matter?” He looked over to the closing garage door and could see Andy’s boots just outside it. The man then started to crouch down to see inside the garage, so Clark grabbed the keys and ran inside the house – or tried to. The chain between his ankles wasn’t long enough to allow him to take a full stride and he stumbled and fell with a crash of chains against the wall. He scrabbled on his hands and knees out of sight of the garage door, just as Andy peered underneath.

Inside the house, he gasped for breath. His knees were scraped from where he had scrambled across the garage floor. He could hear Andy calling his name and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he tried to come in through the front door. Clark grabbed the bunch of keys and started to try and unlock the shackles. Vickers had managed to get separate keys for each lock, so Clark had to work out which one was which by trial and error. This was made worse by the fact that he was on the floor of his unlit kitchen, and an odd beeping noise that was distracting him.

Clark suddenly realised what the beeping noise was, and lurched to his feet. He shuffled his way over to the security panel and went to put in his access code. The chains pulled his hands up short, the sudden jerk causing him to drop the keys. At the same time, he heard the doorbell go and Andy calling for him from outside. Clark looked down for the keys, but they had slid under the kitchen table, so he got down on all fours to find them. As he did, the alarm system began giving out a wailing noise.

Clark was now panicking and his fingers were fumbling as he tried to unlock his restraints. As he managed to get the first wrist restraint off, the house phone started to ring – he knew this would be the security company. Luckily he could use his free hand to pick the phone up, so he did so and tried to re-assure the man at the other end that all was well. He shuffled over to the security panel and jamming the phone between his chin and his shoulder managed to type in the correct code and silence the alarm.

Clark apologised to the man on the end of the phone and made up some story about a dog running free in the house. As the man asked for more details, Clark’s story became thinner and thinner. Part of the problem was that he was still trying to unlock the rest of the restraints. He could still hear Andy at the door and he was wondering what the hell he was going to do.

“Look, there’s someone at the door. Do you need anything more from me?”

“No. Mr Clark. But be aware that you are only allowed 2 false alarms in a 6 month period.”

“Yes, yes, I understand – goodbye.”

With relief he terminated the call and concentrated on unlocking the restraints. He soon had the other wrist free and the ankle shackles removed. But with Andy now hammering on the door, he couldn’t spend any more time trying to find the keys for the collar or the cock cuff. He nipped upstairs and grabbed an old tracksuit that would cover up the collar and then went back down to open the door.

Andy was stood there, a look of concern on his face.

“Clarkie, are you OK? I heard something fall over and thought you might have hurt yourself.   When the alarm went off, I nearly called the police.”

“No, no I’m fine Andy. Just bushed, you know. Been a hard day.” As he said that, Clark’s adrenalin levels started to go down and his muscles sharply reminded him of the stressful day that he had. He tried to look casual, but knew that the longer the conversation went on the worse things would get. “Ok, no problems – as long as you’re OK.”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine Andy. Just need to get some sleep.” Clark gave an exaggerated yawn and stretched. As he did so, the tracksuit rose up and he quickly put his arms down in case any of the rubber jockstrap had been exposed.

“OK, I just wanted to let you know that some guy was around here earlier. You know how I am about strangers in the road.”

“Some guy? Oh, you mean…Bob. Yeah, he’s my cousin. Came around to do some repairs for me.” Clark stopped before his excuse could get any lamer. “Anything else?”

“No – I’ll catch you soon, Clarkie. Want to head to the gym on Saturday?”

“Sure, sure – have to be the morning though.”

“That’s cool – see ya then, Clarkie.”

Andy left, and Clark closed the door behind him, collapsing on the floor against it with a sigh of relief. He immediately realised that was a mistake as his exhausted muscles could hardly pull him up enough to stand. After what felt like several minutes, he staggered to his feet and headed upstairs to the bathroom. He lurched inside and turned on the shower. Then he realised that the keys were still downstairs and he was still wearing the collar, cock cuff and harness. He stripped and unstrapped the harness. He was too tired to go downstairs again, so he went into the shower still wearing the thick collar and the cock cuff.

He took a long, slow shower, massaging his aching muscles and wincing as the hot jet of water ran across his tender back and arse. When he finished, he towelled himself dry and headed into his bedroom when he saw his clothes piled on the bed. He lay down on the bed and turned the TV on, then started to go through his trousers to find his phone. But the exhaustion of the day overcame him, and he was asleep before he could make a call.

***

Vickers smiled as he watched Clark through the webcam. He had never thought to see something like this – a collared and cock-cuffed Clark sprawled asleep on his bed. He recorded some video of it and then took some stills for his private collection. He then sent an email through to Clark with a selection of pictures from the shoot. Clark was developing nicely. Vickers had an idea for something else that Clark might enjoy, and it was time to get to work on it.

 

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