By hard slave

“Lock him up! Lock him up! Lock him up!” the whole room chanted. I was so mesmerized by the sounds of the masculine voices shouting as one, that when the two brutish bouncers grabbed each of my arms I cried out in surprise. They frog-marched me up to the stage and quickly locked restraints on my wrists, which in turn were attached to the arms of a large cross, forcing my arms as far apart as they could go. The lights were bright, but I could make out the crowd of men, dressed in tight jeans or leather, many shirtless or in harness, hooting and whistling while looking at ME. Holy shit.

My two escorts took off my belt and undid my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles sharply. Down came my white briefs, allowing my semi-hard cock to bounce upward. Of course this led to louder, more urgent cheers of “Lock him up!” A third man joined us on stage, and with a wicked, sadistic smile, he applied an ice pack to my erection. It took about a minute, but once my boner subsided he grabbed me by the balls and slipped on the ring of a Holy Trainer chastity device. The crowd collectively crowed as they observed me being locked into the device before their eyes.

I was taken down, but when i started to pull up my briefs the two brutes stopped me and forced me to strip naked. I then got strapped to a wooden chair in center stage. Out came four incredibly handsome men in black suits/ties who proceeded to touch and tease me as they stripped down to thongs. One by one they removed their thongs and teased me with their oversized cocks. I was made to suck each one to completion, and by the time I was done my face was covered with cum, and it was dripping onto my bare chest. Meanwhile one of the brutes asked the crowd if he should free me from chastity.

“KEEP HIM LOCKED, KEEP HIM LOCKED!!” came the response in perfect unison. I slumped in my chair as i was released and allowed to dress, humiliated as i shoved my caged cock into my briefs and pulled on my jeans.

***

I awoke and sat straight up, breathing heavily, my heart pounding in the complete darkness of my bedroom. Shit, what a dream! A fucking nightmare it was, I thought. Almost without thinking I reached down to feel my balls and my hand found something hard and plastic, with a little brass lock attached — NO, IT CAN’T BE, i thought — It was only a dream!!

The end

Metal would like to thank the author, hard slave, for this story.