After the initial excitement at finally getting the chance to suck Matt’s cock I did manage to calm down. I settled into my rubber skin, still trapped in the arm and leg binders, the huge dog tail plug still stuck deep in my arse, and lay down beside Matt, half over his lap. Slowly, methodically, I sucked this amazing guy’s cock. Sometimes stopping, just letting it sit in my mouth. Sometimes deep throating him when the compulsion overwhelmed me (he’d always moan in pleasure when I did that). All the while, being careful to keep my drool under control, for fear of having to trade places with Dave the Urinal in the bathroom.
We’d stop every 30 minutes or so, when he got up to get another beer, or use the urinal. I wondered how tight Dave’s clamps were by now? How taught the ball strap? After a couple of visits I whined a little when he got up, indicating my need to piss, too. He helped me down off the couch and led me to the bathroom. I couldn’t see how much piss Dave had managed to produce, being unable to see over the edge of the bath, but he was still trapped in there, just as he had been a few hours earlier, so it must still have been below his target.
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“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!”
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Matt had said it, and he was right: I was fucked.
I was tied up, tighly packed in neoprene, a plug pulsing inside me, and my cock straining and leaking in its cage. Trapped in the back of his van while he went about his day. My head covered in his sweaty gym gear. And yet, had there been no hood (or muzzle) you would have seen a contented smile on my face. His scent on his gear was intoxicating. I was trapped, but secure. Safe. And at constant maximum horniness.
Things were never boring, though. As the afternoon went on, Matt would switch up the program running the plug. He seemed to prefer strong pulses or cascades while he was driving, and low, gentle waves while he was at a house working. I always froze when I heard him open the rear of the van to get his gear or pack it back away, sometimes while chatting with his client. I was terrified of them finding me and getting Matt in trouble. (Don’t worry about me, I’m VERY happy where I am, thank you very much. Just don’t take away this beef stud of a man that I met only a few hours ago and who now had total control over me!)
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“So Greg, I’ve checked for termites and the place is all clear,” the Pest Control dude said.
“That’s good news,” I replied
“But watch your seep holes as they–”
I wasn’t really listening. It was the 21st of October. Locktober as some call it. Which this year included me.
22 days my cock has been caged now. (I started a day early. Just had to be different.)
Self locked this time, having been single for a few months now. My Holy Trainer was becoming my new norm, but a minute didn’t go by yet when I wasn’t reminded of the firm, unyielding plastic encasing my cock.
My horniness level was sky high. To the point where I was craving something in my butt multiple times a day. Willing cocks aren’t plentiful where I live, although admittedly I hadn’t done a lot to seek them out, still being in the “recovery” phase after a long-term relationship. So my collection of butt toys stepped up to the plate and had been getting a lot of action.
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