By Steellock

Matt lay on his bed and thought about how his life had changed over the last few months since he left the Marines to become the Demo Boi at the leather and rubber BDSM store by the harbor.

In some ways the change was total but in others it was strangely similar.

The bed he was lying on was virtually the same; a narrow steel framed bed with a thin, slightly lumpy mattress.

What was different was what he was wearing. Instead of cotton shorts they were made of thick rubber with rubber belts locked around each thick, muscular thigh. A rubber pouch at the front held his cock and balls and it was zipped up each side with padlocks joining them to the thick rubber waist belt. Which was also locked.

At the back his butt was filled with a steel plug behind another locked zip.

Instead of military Commando boots he was always wearing tall, heavy black leather thick soled boots that had 20 tidy tight lines of red lacing up the front. The laces tucked under the top of his red socks that were neatly folded down.

His only other garment was his hood. This had become the core of his being. He wore it all the time apart from first thing in the morning. He was known by it – the Boi in the Hood. It was thick black leather, the front an almost solid plate of leather studded with chrome steel rivets. His eyes looked out through a set of pin prick holes. At times, like now as he lay on his bed, a padded blindfold that was strapped on and also locked covered these holes. Over his mouth was a zip that could be locked when he was on duty demonstrating in the shop or his mouth could be stuffed with a range of gags that were strapped and locked in. Like one was now.

It was known in the shop as a Sci Fi hood from its outlandish appearance. Reflecting on this Matt thought about the way his sight had adapted. He now barely even noticed the way he saw the world as a series of tiny scenes; his brain added them together and his vision seemed to him nearly as good as it had ever been. This had taken a while though!

Actually the padlocks on the hood were fairly irrelevant due to the other main difference from his barrack days. He was strapped to the bed by a medical restraint system called Segufix. Wide straps went over the mattress in strips up the bed. The bottom one had a pair of straps that secured his ankles about 2 feet apart gripping his shiny black boots. Next up was a pair of wide straps that had been locked round his bulging muscular thighs.

Then a complex network of straps came up over his groin and then secured his narrow waist. Moving up past his 6-pack abdomen a wide strap went right over his chest just under the flaring pectoral muscles. His arms were held by his side with straps tight around his corded wrists. In line with the chest strap was a pair of restraints that circled his bulging upper arms.

Wrapped around his hooded head was a strap over his forehead and another under the chin. With them all tight he could not move. They were just tight enough not to allow any point to be moved in the restraints but not so tight they restricted circulation.

This was his regular storage position 6 nights a week. What he always found horny was the position of the bed.

Master Jim had installed a special window in the front of the shop. At the flick of a switch it went from translucent to clear. During the day there was a large screen visible through the glass showing looped videos of the gear available inside. At 10pm when the shop shut Jess and Matt went over to a bed behind the screen – it was set up with the restraint system as a demo. Jess would lock on the blindfold and padlock the gag into his mouth then strap Matt tightly in. Unable to reach Matt’s cock his hands tended to wander as he did it; stoking the muscles in his arms and shoulders, tweaking his nipples and tracing the line of ridged muscle up his abdomen. Matt could feel himself getting hard in his pouch but there was nothing either of them could do about it!

Jess then folded up the screen into the ceiling, drop the lighting to a low red glow and flicked the switch again. What the passer by would see was a fit, muscly guy restrained, hooded and clad in leather and rubber. Was it real or a mannequin? Close observation in the low light would reveal the odd beading of sweat on the shaved body and the slight rise and fall of the big chest as he breathed. It had been a revelation when Jim first installed it. The shop got a lot of free publicity and crowds of both guys and girls packing in to look.

To Matt this was invisible as he never saw it but Jess had told him all about it. The thought of all those people looking at his body while he never saw them made him hard every night!

As Matt lay he would occasionally pull with his legs or try and move his arms just to feel the gentle but firm grip the restraints had on his body. He kept a routine of muscle exercises, tensing his legs and arms, stretching his back and pulling his neck against the restraints and that kept the cramps away. It was the same way that soldiers keep from cramping as they stand at post on a cold day, another thing that had not changed from army life.

He had found sleep challenging at first but quite quickly that had settled and he now actually got a good nights rest.

First thing in the morning Jess would reverse the process and let him out so he could stretch and ease the aching muscles. Sleeping so tightly restrained is actually very tiring on the musculature. He was always stiff and took a while to get moving. Then they headed down into the gym that Master Jim had installed at the back of the building.

The morning session was another parallel with Matt’s old life but instead of exercising by a long run round the base and a joint PT session with his troop he now ran on a treadmill in the exercise room next to his partner Jess. Side by side on a pair of machines they raced each other, boots thumping. Matt always won by several miles! This was the one time that the hood came off. Jess would get a key from a timed safe and unlock the padlock on the collar.

They would then run and use the gym equipment for an hour. Since Jess had become Matt’s partner he had got into even better shape trying to keep up. Master Jim had been forced to upgrade the size of his chest harness when the straps had run out of adjustment and he went from a medium to a large then an extra large!

At the end of the session they took off their boots and Jess locked Matt’s arms behind his back. He then used the padlock key to free the locks on Matt’s rubber shorts and put the key back in its place. The safe door locked for another 12 hours….

Matt would visit the toilet and empty his bladder; pulling the butt plug from his ass he could clear his bowels. These days his body was so used to this routine he found no trouble in having 2 visits to the facility a day; morning and night. Jess would then help Matt to shower. Master Jim was very clear – neither boi could touch their cocks and if either ‘pleasured’ the other in the week they would both be flogged! After getting Matt clean he replaced the butt plug and after washing out his rubber shorts they were dried and he was helped back in. His cock and balls slipped through the hole in the front and were covered by the thick rubber front. The locks were clicked on again. The roles reversed and Jess was cleaned and prepared for the day.

They ate a hearty breakfast and, finishing the job, Jess put Matt back into his hood and clicked the padlocks.

Matt lay on his bed that night and thought about his daily routine. For 6 days they worked together in the shop and the seventh, Sunday night and Monday, was their time off together. Matt was free to spend the night with Jess in his little room upstairs unhooded and free of the shorts. Mind you neither slept much! Monday they were free to go out and visit the town, getting a drink in a bar or walking together. However – they were still on duty in a way as their leather jackets had the shop name and logo on the back and they wore tight leather jeans over their boots and side laced tight leather shirts. By this time they were both back in their locked shorts too and Jess was strapped into his red and black leather chest harness – freedom was a one night only privilege…

Days in the shop were usually as the Demo Boi as Master Jim had offered. He was used to show the new stock like the standing restraint cage Jim had recently featured. Matt stood on a disc and was surrounded by a network of straps that were pulled tight as it was hoisted up forming a tight restraint. He then had to stand, arms locked behind his back and unmoving until he was lowered. As usual he got a little sore from the number of guys who touched or pinched his muscles – just to see what they felt like!

Or he was there so guys could try the stock; strapped onto the spanking bench next to the rack of paddles; standing locked by a bar that clasped round his balls with arms in a leather binder behind his back ready for anyone to try the wide range of titclamps…

Or the one Matt both loved and hated, locked onto the machine. A restraint system that had him on all fours with arms and legs locked down, a support under his belly that had a wide belt round his narrow waist and his neck clamped into a wide steel collar.

He was there to demonstrate all of the optional extras – the cable winch that was attached to his ballsack and tits so they could be stretched. The Estim connections in the ball stretching parachute meant that his balls could be taken from a mild and wonderful fizzing sensation right up to a level that had him screaming. Then there were the matched fuck machines. One that would pound into his ass and another that would pound into his mouth and deep into his throat.

On these days Jess kept very close to see that guys did not take the power levels too high, pulling too hard or pumping for too long after Matt came. Which he did a lot…

Jess kept a log on a chalkboard and the current record was 15 times in 4 hours!

Matt was also thinking with some trepidation as the following day was a new venture for Jim – he was offering lessons in flogging, caning and whipping. The advert had described it as ‘Flogging for beginners’; ‘An introduction to Caning’; ‘The Single tail and the Bullwhip’. This last was for 2 people only.

A few weeks before Matt had woken to find that it was Master Jim by him and not Jess as usual. Jim sat on a stool next to him. He undid the gag’s padlock and pulled it from Matt’s mouth. ‘Time out Matt’ he said ‘I want to know how you are feeling. Are you as happy as you look? Any regrets? Anything wrong? You want to change anything?’

It took Matt a minute to bring himself back to the point where he could think of life as a choice. Was he happy?

Yes – to the core of his being he was a happy man. He was deeply in love with Jess. They had one night a week of storming, passionate lovemaking. They were together the rest of the time. Jess was his watching angel. He was an exhibitionist. And he new it! He loved being on show all the time with his body on display to all of the people around the store; the customers, the other staff, Jim; but particularly to Jess. He was also a masochist. He got off on being an object to guys and a tool to Jim. A session with Jim could take him to a point of all engaging surface pain but deep relaxation; he stored it up and poured it out every Sunday night with Jess…

And he got to try every new thing in BDSM as it came out and model it on the website (more exhibitionism). Bondage made him deeply happy; every night in restraints had him relaxing and floating in contentment. He said carefully ‘Yes Jim. I am happy and trust your care completely!’

Jim grunted. ‘Got a new idea that will mean getting you tattooed. OK?’

Matt thought about it. He was happy in himself. He had no family. He could not think of a situation later in life when he might want to hide what he had become.

‘As you will Master’ he said. Then he called out ‘Jim – let’s keep having fun?’

Jim grinned and shoved the gag back in. When Jess arrived a little while later he could not work out why Mattyboi was smiling more than usual and seemed so happy…

A week later he found himself strapped face down onto the bondage bench one morning and to his surprise the hood had come off. It did not help a lot as his face was pushed down into a leather head clamp with a strap that held him still and unmoving. Then he had heard Master Jim talking with another guy who Matt did not recognize. His hearing was muffled but it seemed they were talking about colours and shapes. They he felt a marker pen running over his back and butt. He jumped as a buzzing started and he realized that he was being tattooed.

The result was a bright red band round the back of his neck that then narrowed into a red strip right down his spine. The red was covered in black crosses. At his lower back the red and black spread out like a weight lifting belt above his narrow waist, covering the area of his kidneys. Blended into the patchwork of crosses down his back were the words ‘Avoid here’ and over the strip lower down ‘NO CONTACT HERE’.

Then there four more words.

On the thick pad of muscle covering his left shoulder blade was the first word in thick black capital letters ‘FLOG’. On his right side was the other work ‘HERE’. They formed a line across the widest part of his broad shoulders emphasizing the powerful build.

On the left cheek of his bubble butt was ‘CANE’ and ‘PADDLE’ on the right cheek!

After copies of some photos showing Matt strapped to the St Andrews Cross and with his tattoos clearly visible the bookings had flown in!

Steellock 2017

 

Metal would like to thank Steellock for this story!