By bndwolf80

“And just what the fuck are you two doing?” said Matt from the doorway.

My body was still pulsing from the all-over orgasm I’d just experienced. Dave’s cum was still hot on my areshole. And our rubber covered bodies were still entwined tightly. As such, it took me a moment to realise just how much trouble I was in. Dave, however, was quicker on the draw. He let me go, leaped off the bed, and ran over to Matt. “S-sorry Boss!” he said as he got down on his knees and started licking Matt’s feet.

“Sorry for what, boy?” Matt stood rigidly, looking the scene over, barely acknowledging his rubbered partner at his feet.

“Sorry for cumming without permission, Boss!” said Dave, his tongue barely leaving Matt’s feet.

“Stop. Sit up.” Dave did, and Matt bent down and cupped Dave’s chin in his hand, finally looking at him in the eyes. “That’s 4 more weeks, boy. And punishment tonight.”

“Yes, Boss. Thank you!”

Matt grunted in satisfaction. “Now, go stand in the corner. I’ll deal with you shortly.”

Dave got up quickly, hurried over to the corner of the playroom, and stood with his forehead touching the 2 walls and his hands crossed behind his back.

Damn his arse looked nice in that catsuit. “–and what’s your story?” asked Matt, who had turned to look at me. Shit, focus Greg! I got off the bed, went over to Matt, got down on my knees, and started licking his feet like Dave had.

“Sorry, Matt.” I said, my face still near the floor. I licked like my life depended on it. I didn’t want to be kicked out. These two were amazing. Both hot as fuck. Both into the same kinks I was. I wanted to stay forever!

“Well, at least you know how to apologise properly.”

I looked up at Matt. “Woof!” He smiled. And then I went straight back to his hot feet. Finally, finally able to lick him like I’ve been wanting to for hours! Sealed in rubber, just my mouth exposed, just enough to give his feet the attention they deserved. Maybe getting into trouble has its perks?

He lifted my chin with his foot. Looked me in the eye. “You still need to be punished, though.” Oh shit! Maybe not all perks. I nodded resignedly. “Come on, get up, and help me with Dave.” I got up, and stood in front of him, hands crossed behind my back.

“First things, first,” said Matt. He turned to the corner Dave was standing in. “Boy! Get me a beer.” And Dave took off running out of the room. Matt turned back to me. “‘Other’ boy.” He smirked. “Cupboard. Left side. Hanging. Rubber straitjacket.” I grinned and went over to the cupboard. There were several rubber items hanging, but the straitjacket was easily identified. As I pulled it out, Dave came back with Matt’s beer, handed it to him, then went back into his corner. Matt sat on the bed, took a swig, “Ahhh, better,” and then relaxed back.

“Boy, come here, and down.” And Dave came over from his corner and knelt in front of Matt, his head bowed. Matt pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked Dave’s collar. He threw it on the bed then said, “Centre of room. Arms up.” Dave stood up, took position, and lifted his arms. “Other boy, you know what to do.” I did. I pushed the straitjacket over Dave’s rubber covered arms, walked around behind him, and shook it over his shoulders into place. I zipped up the back, including the high neck, as Dave relaxed his arms. It fit him perfectly and was already snug. I heard a happy, quiet moan from him. I buckled the top strap. “Tighter” said Matt, taking another swig of beer. So I redid it, one notch tigher. Then proceeded to buckle the rest of the straps just as tight. I reached through Dave’s crotch and grabbed a hanging strap, passed it beside is already locked cock, and buckled it at the back. “Tighter!” Matt called again, so I retried and managed to get two extra notches this time. I grabbed the other crotch strap and repeated the process. Fuck, his arse was epic. The crotch straps hugged it like a tight rubber jock. It took all of my resolve not to drop to my knees and bury my face in his rubber covered cheeks.

“Come on, finish up.” said Matt impatiently, and I pulled myself out of my daze, my cock still hard in its cage and bulging the catsuit. I reached around Dave to cross his arms. My rubber covered bulge grinding into his arse. He groaned again. I kept it there as I buckled the arm straps together at his back. Matt cleared his throat in warning, so I stopped grinding Dave’s arse and rebuckled the arm straps tighter. Finally, I turned Dave around so he was facing me and cinched the buckle over his crossed arms. Tight, of course.

“Good,” said Matt as he stood up, putting his beer on the ground. He went over to the cupboard, grabbed two items from the shelves, handed them to me, and said “Ankles”, pointing to Dave. They were rubber cuffs and I quickly knelt down and buckled them onto each of Dave’s ankles. Matt went back to the cupboard and came back with two more items which he handed me. Nipple clamps, and a length of elastic rubber strapping. Instead of getting me to do it, Matt went over to Dave and carefully unzipped his catsuit’s crotch zip. He pulled Dave’s caged cock out of the rubber, and I finally got a good look at his junk. Or some of it, at least, for his chastity cage was opaque black. Only his balls were visible. Balls that really should be in my mouth right now!

“Strap,” said Matt, holding his hand out to me. I passed him the rubber strap, still mesmerised by Dave’s balls. Matt took it from me and carefully tied those same lickable balls into a tight package, leaving a length of the strap dangling between Dave’s legs. He groaned again, unhappily.

“Clamps.” Matt grabbed the clamps from me and adjusted them, opening them wider. He unzipped the nipple zips on Dave’s straitjacket that I hadn’t noticed before, then pinched Dave’s nipples through his catsuit and seated the clamps in place over the top. Dave groaned unhappily again, louder this time.

Matt didn’t care. He went back to the cupboard yet again, this time returning with a rubber hood. When Dave saw it his groans turned whiney. “Shut up,” said Matt. “This is punishment remember. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.” And Dave quietened. As Matt seated the integrated gag in Dave’s mouth and pulled the hood over his head I couldn’t see what the fuss was about. It was a full hood with no eyes, but there were nose holes for breathing and even the gag had a short tube that looked to be breathe-thru. Sure it fit snugly, but it didn’t look overly tight. Maybe Dave was claustrophobic?

Matt finished by unzipping the straitjacket’s high collar, tucking the hood in, then zipping the straightjacket back over top. He went over to the bed, grabbed Dave’s collar, and rebuckled it on him over them both. He clicked the padlock closed then stood back and looked Dave over. He grunted in satisfaction at what he saw, then went back to the cupboard and grabbed a handful of padlocks. “You two, with me,” he said as he walked out the room, grabbing his beer on the way.

I turned to Dave. Sightless Dave. He turned in my general direction and mmpphh’d out an “Aahhhhh…?” So I grabbed his crossed arms and led him out the room to follow Matt.

Matt was standing in the bathroom doorway, swigging his beer, and tapping his foot to hurry us up. I guided Dave down the hallway and into the bathroom. Matt followed us in and said, “Into the bath. Sitting up. Feet near the drain.” I guided Dave over to the bath edge, helped him get in, one leg at a time, then helped him sit as instructed. I noticed that the suction-based D-rings had moved from what I remembered. There was now 1 just behind Dave’s head, 1 on the opposite end low under the spigot, and 2 up high on either side above Dave’s feet.

Matt came over to us, shooed me away, and went about completing Dave’s predicament. First he padlocked Dave collar to the D-ring just behind his head. Then padlocked both ankle cuffs to the rings high on the bath edges. Finally he pulled the left-over rubber strap that was tied to Dave’s balls and tied it to the last D-ring, keeping the rubber strap taught. Dave was now immobolised. Arms trapped in the straitjacket. Neck and legs fixed in place. His balls pulled tight, and his nipples clamped. But Matt wasn’t finished. He went over to the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a long piece of clear tubing that had a metal funnel attached to one end. He came back, attached the free end of the tubing to the breathing tube of Matt’s hood, and hooked the funnel over the edge of the bath.

“Okay boy, here’s the deal.” Matt said loudly, so that Dave could here. He put the plug in the bath. “You get released when you’ve pissed enough that it reaches the bottom of this ring.” He tapped the cord fixing Dave’s balls to the D-ring low on the bath wall opposite. Dave jumped. “I judge that to be about 4 or 5 litres. And because I’m such a nice Boss, I’ll even help you out.” Matt unzipped his pants and pulled out the fattest, juiciest cock I’d ever seen. He picked up the funnel attached to Dave’s gag and after a moment started pissing into it. The piss was strong, he must have been saving it all afternoon, and it came out in a torrent. Dave’s breathing accelerated and he was soon rapidly gulping down mouthfulls of Matt’s piss. Matt kept going for ages, Dave gulping and gulping all the way, until the tap was finally dry. Matt hooked the funnel back over the edge of the bath, tapped Dave on his hooded head, and said “Good urinal.” Dave burped, and then groaned. “Oh, and to make things more interesting,” Matt continued, “Every hour I’ll tighten the clamps.” He tugged on the chain connecting the clamps. Dave groaned again. “And shorten the ball strap.” He tapped cord again. Dave groaned louder.

Matt chuckled and turned to me. My mouth was hanging open in shock. Well, as open as the hood allowed.

“What’s up boy? Like what you see?” I did. I really did. The rubber covered form in the bath, tied down, unable to move. Forced until piss service all night. Holy fuck that was hot. I really wanted to experience that. But it also scared me. I could still smell the strong piss, and it made my stomach turn. Matt seemed to pick up on that. “Mixed feelings, hey?” I nodded. “Well, just remember what I told him earlier: this is punishment, you’re not supposed to enjoy it. You’re there to suffer. For me.”

Well fuck, that got my dick rock hard again. Something was nagging at me, though, and I soon realised what it was. “But…” I began.

“Mmmm?” Matt replied, begging me to continue.

“Won’t he just pull the suction caps off the bath and get up?”

Matt laughed. “You think so?”

I shrugged. It seemed a big, obvious flaw to me.

Matt held up a finger, turned back to Dave, raised his voice and said, “Urinal, new deal: If you can get up and out of that bath in 1 minute your punishment will be over. I’ll release you, unlock your cock, and even let you fuck me all you want tonight. Time starts now!” And holy shit did Dave struggle. He pulled and pulled at his ankle restraints. Pulled tight at his collar, trying to release it. Even choking himself at one stage. All with no budge on the suction caps. Half way through he stopped, panted to get his breath back, then went straight back to struggling and pulling. Yanking and heaving.

“Time’s up!” said Matt after the minute. Dave was still as completely stuck as he was to begin with. Matt turned to me, smirk on his face, “Any more questions?” I shook my head, no, abashed. “Good, because it’s time to get you set-up for your punishment. C’mon.” And he grabbed my arm and led me back to the playroom.

My heart was pounding in my chest. What did he have in mind? Please not piss! I’ll do anything if it’s not piss! We arrived back in the playroom soon enough and he had me stand in the middle of the room and wait while he left the room to get something. He came back shortly afterwards with leather fist mitts. Dave’s mitts from earlier, I assumed, and he quickly had them on me and padlocked. Next he went to the cupboard, the magic cupboard, and came back with a mass of leather and straps. “On the floor. Sit on your heels.” he said, and I did as he instructed. He passed a wide leather piece under my shin then wrapped it up around my thigh, buckling it, and preventing me from extending my leg.

The piece had lacing, too, and he methodically tightened those until it was firmly attached. Then he rebuckled the strap, taking up the slack the lacing had produced. He did the same on my other leg, then had my bend my arms, mitts to neck, and he strapped a similar piece around both of them. I was now frogtied and stuck sitting on the floor. But he wasn’t finished. He pushed me over, onto my back, my four stumpy limbs now up in the air, and he proceeded to buckle leather padded ‘caps’ onto my knees and elbows. The caps buckled at multiple points into the leather that was wrapping my arms and legs, and he tightened them all. The two pieces fusing together into one solid leather restraint for each limb.

“Okay dog, get up,” said Matt. Dog? Ah! I finally realised what was happening. I rolled over, and with some difficulty got up on my elbows and knees. My new paws.

“Woof!”

Matt smiled. “Go on, try them out.” And I gingerly started walking around the playroom floor. It was tough at first, such a strange way of moving, but I quickly started to adapt.

“Woof!” I barked again happily, once I was more confident, and wagged my butt.

“Let’s get you something to wag, shall we.” Matt went back to the cupboard and came over with a fat dog tail plug and some lube. Fuck, that plug looked twice the size of the vibrating plug I’d had in most of the day! Was it even going to fit? “Turn around,” he said, kneeling down. I shuffled around, then felt him unzip the catsuit at my arse. I heard the lube bottle open, then felt his fingers in my hole loosening me. One. Two. Three fingers. I moaned and pushed back. Wishing it was his juicy cock inside me instead. My cock strained in its cage at the thought. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, then I felt the cold silicone of the thick plug against my hole. Matt pushed it in slowly, never letting up. My hole gradually, bit by bit, opened to receive it until it finally passed the widest point and my hole hungrily ate the rest.

“Woof!” I wagged my new tail in appreciation.

“Good dog,” said Matt, re-zipping the rear zip so it was flush with the tail, then roughing the non-existant hair on my rubber covered head and leaving the room, no doubt to clean up. I padded around on the floor, practicing more on my paws. Wagging my tail, the plug keeping me hard and no doubt leaking in the catsuit. This was fucking amazing! Covered in full tight rubber. Hobbled in snug leather restraints. Huge plug in my arse. All I wanted now was a cock to gag on and I’d be complete.

“Okay dog, come with me.” Matt had returned and was standing in the doorway. And was naked but for a leather chest harness. And my mind instantly turned to mush. Damn, he was even better than I imagined. Furry, beefy, hot as absolute all fuck. I bounded over to him and jumped up to bury my nose in his crotch. “No! Down dog!” and he rapped me lightly over the head. I settled down and dropped back onto my paws. He turned and walked away, calling “Come!” behind him.

Well, I moved my plugged arse as fast as I could, let me tell you!

I caught up to him in the lounge, as he was sitting down on the couch. “Up,” he commanded, patting the couch next to him. I got my front paws up, but couldn’t work out how to get my rear paws onto the couch. Matt chuckled and got up to help me. He sat back down and addressed me, “Okay dog, here’s your punishment.” Oh fuck, I had forgotten about that! “Your my cock warmer for the night. I want your mouth around my cock non-stop. Keep me hard, but don’t make me cum. And if I find a drop of drool on this couch then you’ll swap places with the urinal in there.”

“Woooooofff!!!” I practically made myself hoarse from excitement. I jumped over onto him, took his already semi-hard cock in my mouth, and started sucking enthusiastically.

“Pace yourself dog, you have a long night ahead.” And he settled back on the couch, turned on the tv, and relaxed.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank bndwolf80 for this story!