By Rubrpig
The author as usual is wearing 20-inch Wesco Big Boss boots, bulldog harness, nipple clamps, and is locked in a Carrara chastity belt and a heavy locked posture collar. It has been locked in the chastity belt for 2 years and has had only 8 releases during that time.
This is a work of fiction, and the author in no way claims any knowledge of the rituals and practices of the people portrayed in this story.
Ben looked over at his buddy Charlie and they both smiled at each other. Both were dripping with sweat from their last hockey game of the season. Ben was the starting goalie and Charlie was a defenseman. Ben pulled his sweat-soaked jersey off over his heavy chest pad and tossed it in the laundry basket sitting in the middle of the room. After stripping off all his heavy sweat-soaked gear, he and Charlie headed for the showers. Both men were excited as the semester was over and they were heading for home in a few days.
They had been friends for years and they met in Junior High when Charlie and the other kids from the reservation were transferred to the school system in the town near where they both lived. Ben had lived on the family’s ranch which bordered the reservation where Charlie and his family lived. Over the years, they had grown close and were in and out of each other’s homes on a regular basis. Both men had been recruited by their university and given full ride scholarships to play hockey. They knew that it would most likely lead to being recruited by a pro team.
As the car was driving there was not much I could do, as I was in some kind of hogtie with the leg and handcuffs. The ear plugs kept going on repeat. The muzzle and blindfold made sure I couldn’t see anything or try to make any noises.
The instructions was clear.