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Locked in a box
The Hooded Head
By Mister-X/Spartan
The room was dark. There was a little light that shone under the door from the hallway, which provided a small amount of light to the room. There was no movement from inside the room. This was changed by the lid of a horizontal box slowly starting to lift. When the lid was up a couple of inches, a pair of eyes shown from inside the box. In the dark they were barely discernible. The lid stayed at the level it was at for a minute, then slowly began to rise again. Soon it was high enough to reveal a hooded head propping it up. The hood had eye and nose holes, but no mouth hole. It was made of rubber.
Suddenly a voice came through the wall and door from the other side. “Evan, this sauna is so-o-o-o nice. Too bad you lost, man. You don’t know what you’re missing. I’m sure you’re very uncomfortable in there, but hey, you lost, man. I’m going to enjoy it this weekend while you suffer. Ha, ha, ha, ha!”
The pair of eyes closed tightly on hearing that statement but were soon open again, this time blazing. The pair had shared the cost of the sauna, and were supposed to share the use of it. But Evan’s roommate had decided to change that. Suddenly the eyes got some sparkle in them. They focused on a ring of keys that were barely visible on the floor of the room. The head started pushing up the lid more, inch by inch. Finally, when it was perpendicular, the head hesitated. Only when there was a loud sound of a radio being switched on did the head push the lid a little further to cause it to lean back against the wall. The sound of the lid hitting the wall was muffled by the sound from the next room.
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Busman’s Holiday – Part 08
By lthr_jock
Clark stared straight ahead at the clock – not that he had much choice. The collar of the helmet was rigidly locked in place, and the helmet was so tight around his head that he couldn’t move inside it. Vickers had left the room in darkness except for the spotlight on the box and a smaller one illuminating a clock face opposite Clark. Apart from closing his eyes, Clark had no choice but to watch the clock slowly counting down the minutes.
The hands of the clock seemed to move like someone wading through tar. By the time Clark had been in there for 15 minutes, it felt like far longer. Already he knew he was in trouble. With his arms locked behind him, his muscles were cramping painfully. His heavy biceps and shoulders worked against him and made the bondage more secure. He tried to move, but he could do little but twitch inside the box. The chains restraining his chest and waist were heavy and solid, and he couldn’t move them an inch. His legs were locked securely in place, and their positioning meant that his back and arse were forced further into the rubber of the chair. He couldn’t even wiggle his arse, as the rubber tube that had been pushed up inside him was also solidly in place.
Busman’s Holiday – Part 07
By lthr_jock
Clark usually woke slowly, but on this occasion he was suddenly jerked awake as his body clenched in pain. He sat up suddenly, his legs, back and chest feeling like he had completed a massive workout on the previous day. This was combined with his back torso and legs being covered with a decent level of sunburn which gave him a whole different kind of pain. Clark got up, and went into the bathroom to look at himself. He looked a mess – his whole body a bright shade of red with white patches marking where the yoke had been locked onto him. Every movement made his muscles ache and he marvelled he hadn’t torn something.
The thick steel collar stood out against his reddened skin and Clark was amazed he had worn it all night. As he thought about the day before, he grinned to himself and admitted the whole thing had been arousing. A pain in his cock growing from dull to sharp reminded him that he was still wearing the cock cuff and that his growing excitement was being restricted. Clark headed back into the bedroom, found the key to the cuff and took it off. Sprawled back on his bed, it only took a few strokes to get his cock to full height and as he went back over the events of the day before, it didn’t take long before Clark climaxed, thick ropes of creamy cum spurting over his crotch and waist.
Clark lay there for a few seconds, unaware that this had all been filmed via webcam. He hadn’t cum that hard for a long time. He headed back into the bathroom and had a long shower, only realising them that he hadn’t removed the collar. “Damn, this thing seems to suit me.” He chuckled to himself and then headed back into the bathroom.
The Inventor’s Incident With the Box
By Mister-X/Spartan
Todd awoke to the sound of all the ‘clicks’ of his restraints opening, as well as the slow rising of the lid of the box in which he was sleeping. He yawned and stretched his limbs and removed his blindfold and gag before rising out of the box, being careful when pulling his ass off the dildo which was part of the box. It was the start of another day. After taking care of his emptying at both ends, he shaved his chin, neck, face and scalp and washed his face. Then he went out to the kitchen to start getting breakfast. He was still dressed in his pyjamas, which is what he called the full rubber catsuit he slept in. He turned on the television to catch the news. He had set his ‘alarm’ to be a few minutes before the 7:00 newscast so he could catch the beginning. The lead story was about a big storm that was due to hit that evening and continue overnight.
While breakfast was cooking he did his minimal exercises to start warming up for the day. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. He started thinking about the day ahead, and realized that it was the day for play with his friends. Since Todd didn’t have a regular job, living off the income from his inventions, he didn’t work a regular week and wasn’t that aware of which day of the week it was. His friends did do regular jobs, and their play would be on weekends, one of which began with this day. At the thought, Todd’s cock started getting hard.
Master Mike’s confinement box
Check out the pictures and information from Master Mike:
It has a nice thick comfy cushion, a kennel heater to keep you toasty warm, and a LED light if you want to do some reading or just see what you are sitting in. It is completely dark with the light turned off. The door and heater are controlled by redundant timers, so there is no chance of getting stuck in it. So long as you don’t exert yourself too much, there is plenty of airflow. I find it quite relaxing.
Thanks, Master Mike, for these pictures and the information about your confinement box! Fucking HOT!
(Note to readers: Yes, I have been inside and it is just as cool as it looks!)