SIR continued to rub the back of my head while he and his friends continued to catch up, laugh and tell stories. They were all sitting around and enjoying an afternoon cocktail and occasionally looking over at the rubber toy that was on its knees beside SIR. SIR snapped his finger and pointed at the ground in front of him so I immediately went over on my hands and knees and flattened my back like a table. SIR lifted his boots and laid them across my back like a footrest. Feeling the weight of his boots pressing me down made me groan into my gag and the position was making the zipper of my suit press the monster plug in even deeper.
“Sounds like he is enjoying his place for sure, SIR,” Tom said from the next seat over. “Too bad we can’t get to that plug – I would definitely like to piss in it later when it comes out. With your permission of course.”
“Oh I promise you will get the chance Tom. He will be well worn out by then I’m sure,” SIR said.
For those who have been reading the series called The WORC Program by Joshua Ryan and eagerly checking back for more, just a quick update. There are three more parts to go. It will end with Part 26. The final three installments will appear tonight (Tuesday), tomorrow and Thursday. I’m so very grateful to the author, Joshua Ryan, for sharing this story with Metalbond readers. For those who just can’t get enough of his writing, be sure to check his extensive story page, located at prisonfictions.bdsmlr.com, which has many more stories in a similar vein.
And speaking of long-running stories, I am pleased to announce that there will be yet another “bondage novel” coming soon to the Prison Library. It’s called “One Year,” and it is by Taurus. I think many guys are going to enjoy it very much. I sure did when reading it in advance! In addition, there will soon be even MORE male bondage fiction coming soon from the authors Steellock, ty dehner, Nitro, rts and many others, so keep checking back. In November alone, there will have been a new story or chapter of a story every night except election night! I am especially pleased to have been able to share a new story from bootboy called Getting Wet.
If you enjoyed the story by bootboy or any of the other authors, please be sure to leave a note in the comments section!
I slowly followed behind Dallas, feeling the huge plug shift in my hole with every step. Seriously – every step was like I was getting fucked deep with this monster in me. Not only was my hole getting drilled with every step – but with the restraints I couldn’t even take full stride, and Dallas sure as fuck wasn’t slowing down to wait for me. “Hurry up faggot I gotta piss” is all Dallas said without even turning back to look at me struggling to keep up.
We pass by all of the sexy geared up men hanging around the hotel’s lobby and I get a number of horny stares. If you’ve never attended a large hotel based leather event then it is hard to describe. The lobby becomes one giant leather bar full of guys in every type of gear you could think of. It is not uncommon to see a gimp bound as I am following a dom through the space.
We rode down the elevator with his hand pressing against the monster in my ass, causing me to moan EVERYTIME he pressed it. He was pressing it with each floor we passed, and for any floor the elevator stopped on he pressed it hard and held it in deep the entire time the door was open.
“Are you ready for a fun day boy? Didn’t you say ‘Feels amazing SIR- it wants to be your toy for you to enjoy! I’d stay this way ALL day if you wanted SIR’ weren’t those the last words you spoke?” He said while holding the plug deep in my hole.
“MMMMPPPPPHHHHHHMMPPPPPHHHHHH” I was trying so hard to articulate that I can’t possibly stay this way all day – i just can’t do it – it sounded so hot – but FUCK.
“That’s what I thought. You know you’re right where you belong don’t you?” He said quietly in my ear just before he turned and looked into the dark tinted lenses of the urinal hood.
I slowly kneeled down by his feet on the elevator floor as he rubbed my rubbered head. “Good boy – that’s what I thought.”
To recap where we left off – the urinal of our story is locked into full rubber, waders, and urinal hood with a built in gag. He has a thick XL plug in his hole, and his dick which has been coated in numbing cream is sealed inside an external catheter.
All of the gear is padlocked on with 12 locks that have been tossed into a time safe for 12 hours.
“I don’t know why you’re making such a commotion – you practically begged me for this didn’t you?” SIR said with that damn grin on his face as he pressed his body against mine.
“MPPHHHHH” i tried to get out thru the gag holding my mouth wide.
“I’ll make a deal with you. I’m going to get ice to make a drink, and I will be back in five minutes. If your hardon has gone down by the time that I get back then I’ll see about making you more comfortable. However, if it hasn’t…. well… then you clearly need more. Now don’t fucking move a muscle until I return.” He said with a sneer as he headed towards the door.
A reward? What did that mean? His hole was hungry? Was he going to finally be able to fuck his Sir for the first time in months? Sir was typically not up for being on the receiving end of anything but a tongue up his ass, but sometimes when the wind blew just right…
The very idea of this had his cock throbbing inside the spiked chastity cage, which made him groan into the gag. Now that he felt Sir was no longer watching he tried to stay very still. He didn’t think he could handle much more of the heavy electro that gets delivered when he moves. His entire body was aching, and the massive plug in his hole felt like it was the size of a Buick.
He was so tired from putting on such a show, and his muscles ached from being locked in here all day. He started picturing his Sir sitting back in that chair earlier while his dick was serviced, and he felt his own cock throbbing into the spikes. He pictured him leathered up and in tall boots, his thick cock pushing against his codpiece. He pictured him slowly sucking the phallic cigar as he exhaled a plume of smoke.
In Ian’s storage confines he heard the earbuds in his hood turn on, and he knew that SIR was up to something.
“Good boy – now get to work. I’m fucking horny and need to get off.” He heard his SIR growl in his deep gruff voice. And this made his own cock throb in the spiked chastity cage and made him growl into the gag and start sucking on it with earnest. He just KNEW that SIR was watching him on the camera so he wanted to please his SIR. He started to slowly wiggle in the sleepsack, thus triggering the heavy electro, and he began panting as the shocks hit harder.
He pictured SIR in full leathers and enjoying an Asylum cigar as he had his cock serviced and the visual was driving him wild. His cock was steadily throbbing harder into the spikes in the cage, and fucking hell it hurt. Jake continued to clench on the fat plug and suck on the gag in time with one another, wishing they were both a little bit bigger as the predicament went on.
NOTE: This is a new chapter of a long-running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.
It’s been a while since we have heard from Ian and Jake. A lot has happened since that night in the playroom where Ian was heavily restrained and his SIR was pissing up his hole after a long hard fuck. Ian had been in heavy immobile restraint and chastity for an extended period by the time we got there. The heavy bondage continued and so did the heavy workouts in the gym. The two men have intertwined their lives and now live together full time in a new home that they purchased. Ian and Jake had both done fairly well with investments so they were able to pool their resources and design the house they wanted, along with some very special features that fit their lifestyle.
Jake kicked back in his leather recliner and enjoyed his 80 ring asylum 13 cigar while listening to classical music. With his every move his thick leather pants and shirt creaked and groaned, and the gloves gripped his knuckles tight. Jake enjoyed relaxing in his gear – for him his Leather wasn’t just for show, it was part of him. The knee high high shine polished leather boots had such a mirror finish on them he could practically see his face in them. His tight leather shirt clung around his chest, arms, and midsection like a second skin, and his thick cock filled out the pouch of the cod piece on the leather pants. As he took a long drag on the cigar he felt the cares of the day slowly melt away. As he thought about his property his hand absentmindedly found its way down to his crotch. The metal cockring he wore helped make sure that his cock was testing the confines of the leather cod piece. He thought back on the past year and got even harder in his pants.